#hiyo-chan

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hi ttokki!! I love the way you write the members being soft and caring for reader :) wanted to request 9th member where she is similar age to chan, so noona to most of the guys, being maybe like his second in command in caring for everyone, cooking, teaching choreo and stuff. Where they realise she's not been taking good care of herself for a while, like skipping meals or sleep bc she feels responsible like she doesnt deserve it. Just soft and gently, you are so skilled at that

hiyo~ thank you sm, love. i liked this request, i tend to do the same for people around me and it's easy to forget yourself sometimes >< hope this hits the spot . . .

rest easy - ot8!skz x exhausted!reader

pairing: ot8!skz x exhausted noona!reader

summary: taking care of skz can be a lot of work, but you tend to forget yourself in the process...

genre: lil bit angsty, idol!au, tired minho with a headache, overexcited skz (what's new), mentions of skipping meals, slight mention of blood (a small injury), mentions of overwork, fatigue, and exhaustion, mentions of food and eating, sulky maknaes, slight allude to reader x chan

a/n: reader pretty much replaces minho for the role of skz mom (sorry min), divider by @kodaswrld

skz masterlist

"Jisung, take that out of your mouth- Seungmin, no, don't give it back to him... You two, stop fighting-"

You smile and lean your head on your hand, watch Chan attempt to wrangle the members, most of which have had far too much sugar to be at a controllable level. You're sitting at the hotel table, and most of the other members are messing about in the lounge area. Everyone but for Minho, who went to lie down earlier, complaining of a headache.

Speaking of, you should probably go check on him.

Getting up and putting your empty glass in the sink, you make your way past the group and down the hallway of bedrooms, entering the second-left door. You're greeted with darkness and a faint groan from within the heap of rumpled sheets on the bed.

"Minho?" You call softly, pulling the door half-shut so as not to disturb him with the hallway light. You walk up to the bed, quiet as a mouse. "How are you feeling?"

He just groans in response as you gently pull back the sheets, checking his temperature just in case he's fallen ill. "Noona..."

"Shh," you quiet him gently, soothing. "Does it hurt much?"

He shakes his head, his hair splayed against the pillow. Likely he's just tired from the day's events. You sit on the end of the bed and stroke his hair for a while, lulling him to sleep. He's already had medicine, and you kiss his forehead gently before getting up to leave.

Shutting the door, you're met with Jeongin and Seungmin, who cling to either one of your arms, sulking. You chuckle and sit down on the lounge couch, both of them burying their faces in your neck.

"What's wrong, you two?" You ask, ruffling Seungmin's hair.

"Chan-hyung told us off," Jeongin whines.

You mock-frown at the leader, who is standing in baggy black clothes, a disapproving expression on his face. He face-palms and you stick your tongue out at him. He scoffs, though you can detect a hint of affection behind it, and claps his hands.

"Alright, you drama kings. Bed."

.

"Hyunjin, take it easy," you say, concerned as he runs through the choreo for a fifth time. "Take a break."

He seems to not have heard, because he keeps dancing with even greater fervour. Sighing, you take his ear and drag him to the side, ignoring his protests. Tossing him a towel and giving him a bottle of water, you place a hand on his leg. You know he's been pushing himself lately, to the point where you had to lock the hotel room door so he wouldn't sneak out at night to practice.

You're all outside at the concert venue, doing soundchecks a few hours before the event commences, and it's cloudy, the wind blowing a breeze through everyone's hair. Chan comes over, frazzled, papers flying behind him, his cap half-falling off, and his fingers covered in bandaids from several clumsy, hastened tasks he had to do.

"I forgot to do the song breaks," he gasps, his hair disheveled. Hyunjin side-eyes him through a sip of water.

You adjust his cap, smoothing down the little duck tail curls at his nape. "Don't worry. I did them already. What did you do to your hands- Mmhff-"

You're cut off as he squeezes you in a hug, a relieved exhale leaving his frame, taking some of the tension with it. "Thank you, Y/nnie. What would I do without you?"

The sentence reverberates through your head; would things be worse without you there?

This means I need to do more, you think. I can help out as much as possible.

You mull this over and wave a momentary goodbye to Hyunjin, walking backstage with Chan. Felix, Changbin, and Jisung are busy being fitted for outfits and they immediately pummel you for attention, calling out as soon as you enter the room.

"NOONA LOOK AT MY SPARKLY TOP-"

"NOONA DO YOU LIKE THE COLOUR OF THESE GLOVES-"

"NOONA DO I LOOK COOL-"

You wave your hands. "Very cool and sparkly, I do like the colour, you all look great!"

It seems to satisfy them for the time being, and you watch them dissipate to their respective stylists. Passing through the room, you sit down in a chair in the corner and keep an eye on all of the boys. Chan is stressed enough right now; the least you can do is keep an eye on the members while he finalises things for the concert.

Your stomach rumbles and you think about quickly leaving to get food from one of the cafes across the street from the stadium, but you can't risk leaving the members unsupervised. Guaranteed, one of them will come looking, and then everything will fall to pieces. Crossing your arms over your stomach, you sigh and unscrew a bottle of water instead. That should keep you full for a while.

At least you hope it does.

.

You laugh and hug a sweaty Jisung, cheering. The concert went off without a hitch, and you're all backstage, congratulating each other on the performances and enjoying the moment of togetherness. Except you can't enjoy it as much, because your head is beginning to hurt, and it's starting to get difficult to see. You probably should have eaten something earlier, but you can last until you all get back to the hotel.

You all file out of the venue and pile into cars. Your foot almost missed the car threshold and you bump your shin, hissing as you collapse into the seat next to Chan.

"You okay?" He asks. He has his headphones in, his makeup smudging a little at the corners of his eyes.

You nod, sighing. "Long day. Good work on the performance."

He smiles and you reach up to gently clean up the messy makeup with a thumb, his gaze fixed on you. Jeongin and Seungmin are looking over the back of the seats in disgust.

"Noona," Hyunjin groans from behind. "Stop hitting on leader-hyung."

You roll your eyes and look out the window as Chan turns to tell him off. Your thoughts wander and you rub a hand against your shin, trying to soothe the ache. Your fingers come away lightly stained in red.

Panicking, and then glancing at Chan to check he hasn't seen, you inspect your leg. There's a few spots of red where the blood has soaked through the fabric of your pants, and you cross your legs quickly so as to hide the stain.

You think for a moment; you could ask someone if they have a bandaid, maybe... after all, there are always first aid kits in the cars, but you can't be weak and ask for help. Your job is to be there when other people ask for help, not the other way round.

Sighing, you try your best to hide your pain as you filter out of the car after the others. Your stomach rumbles, more insistently this time, and you quickly uncap your water bottle, trying to quell the dull, growing ache in your stomach. Your head hurts too, but you don't have time to think about it as you enter the hotel room, mind already whirring with things that need to be done.

You go to your room and quickly slap a bandaid on the cut on your shin, washing your hands of the blood and then changing into comfier clothes. Rolling your sleeves up, you enter the kitchen and begin cutting up ingredients, throwing spices into a pan and seasoning meat. The guys have had a long, tiring day, not to mention a whole concert, so they deserve a good, home-cooked meal away from home.

.

"Noona, this is so good," Felix groans, heaping in another mouthful of cheesy tteokbokki. There's silence around the table; everyone is so invested in stuffing their faces. Hyunjin has even tied his hair back so he can eat without dipping his hair in the soup, and Changbin has stolen two of your hairclips to keep his bangs back for the same reason.

You sit next to Chan as per usual, holding a cup of a hot herbal drink; you didn't feel like eating is what you told the boys when they insisted you take your share of the massive spread you cooked for them.

In reality, you're starving, but it doesn't seem fair for you to be eating when they've been working so much harder. They deserve it more. After all, you're just the second-in-command, Chan's right hand person and a manager for the boys. You don't work nearly twice as hard as they do on a good day.

You set the mug down on the table, standing up. The pain in your head aches and throbs sharply with the movement and you fight not to fall over. "I'm going to bed."

Some of the guys nod with mouths full of meat and rice, and you retire to your room, shutting the door. You collapse on the bed and close your eyes, trying to will the headache away.

That doesn't work, unfortunately.

The door opens then, and it's Minho who comes in, peeking around the corner. "Noona?"

"Mmm."

"Do you have a headache like I did?"

You nod and sit up, rubbing your eyes, and give him a tired smile. "Nothing I can't handle. Did you need something?"

He shakes his head, and then shyly comes into the room, holding a bowl of soup. "I saw you weren't eating earlier... Chan-hyung wondered if we should bring you something to eat..."

You let him place the soup on the bedside. "Thank you, Minho. I might just sleep, but I'll eat after-"

"No," he says firmly, with the absolute ferocity of a tiny, fluffy kitten.

"What?"

Jisung pokes his head in at the doorway. "You have to eat now."

You swing your legs off the bed. "Why?"

"Because," Chan says, appearing behind the two, Jeongin holding his leader's sleeve, "You need to take care of yourself and not just us."

"But I am."

The four boys suddenly tumblr into the room as Changbin and Hyunjin stick their noses into the conversation too.

"Noona, you hurt your leg earlier and you didn't tell us," Hyunjin whines. "And you told me to take a break from dancing but you didn't take a break the whole day-"

"Yeah, and then you went to your room and pretended to sleep so you wouldn't have to eat," Changbin pouts.

Chan gestures to the still-cooling soup on the bedside that Minho had brought for you earlier. "Please, Y/n."

You sigh. "Okay, okay. It just felt wrong to be eating as well, since I don't work even half as hard as you guys do-"

You're interrupted by a crowd of indignant protests and it's so loud that you immediately raise the soup bowl to your mouth. All of the boys watch as you take a mouthful of the rich, meaty broth. It fills your stomach on the first go. Your headache slowly begins to fade.

The boys filter into the room and hang around you while you eat, bickering and play-fighting. None of them make you feel self-conscious or inferior, just bringing with them a sort of peace.

You eventually fall asleep curled between two of the boys, surrounded by serenity, warmth, and the still-lingering scent of soup hanging faintly in the air.

a/n: i was gonna name this one 'soup' but i already have a jisung fic about soup soooo

[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.

[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!

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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!

[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. ”

[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.

[fuckyeahkagepro]

OK YOU KNOW WHAT GDI I’M CALLING IT NOW

WHOEVER GETS “ FOCUSING EYES ”

( HIBIYA OR HIYORI DEPENDING ON ROUTE )

IS WHO SAVES MOMO FROM HER DROWNING IN THE OCEAN BECAUSE

AND:

^ NOVEL 3, ‘THE CHILDREN REASON’, MOMO’S POV MOMO GOES FOR THE RED SALMON-CHAN HIBIYA HAS BECAUSE???....... (HIBIYA REFERENCES: BLUE, MOMO: ORANGE) [BONUS: IT REMINDS HER OF HER FATHER BUT ALSO THE ABOVE]

I’M PROBABLY WAY OFF THE MARK BUT GDI I’M CALLING IT

aka THIS DUMB THING IS STILL V. IMPORTANT ACTUALLY:

^ “ RED SALMON-CHAN ” AKA THAT THING MOMO REALLY REALLY WANTED IN MOST ROUTES AND BC THIS THING FROM THE OLD DISINTEGRATION BOOK:

Momo’s mystery

The only mystery about her that is not revealed yet is

how she got hold of her powers in the past.

What exactly happened during

the beach incident that happened when she was young.

And also what happened to her father who was also involved in it….

That incident’s one scene was shown a bit in Konoha no Sekai Jijou.

BONUS: “MY FUNNY WEEKEND” = MAYBE/LIKELY INVOLVED (”NOW”)

AND THIS IS THE HILL I’M DYING ON

BONUS REFERENCE:

AND THEN THEY ALL DIED

HIBIYA AND HIYORI DIDN’T EVEN GET TO GO TO THE MALL

..... AND BONUS FROM MCA #2:

“ 7/21 ~ 8/14 ″

(”July 21 ~ August 14″)

FOR STARTERS NOT ONLY CAN SHE NOT GET IT ON AUG. 15TH BUT

......................................

................................................

ISN’T MARY’S BIRTHDAY JULY 21 ?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kaalavg]

Hiyo-chan Koi wo Suru?

5ch. + extra 

[mangaworld]