#i feel like that completely sums up a lot of these sorts of side dilemmas i have lmaoooo.

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Incomplete Stage Girls (1340 words)

Or: I ramble about Seiran because I love them so much and they don't get enough love.

Typical disclaimers of a bunch of this is just my interpretation and I could very well get some info wrong. I just like Seiran, I'm far from all knowing about them.

Kyoko Yakumo: Suprise, I'm talking about their teacher as well because she is important! A lot of this is from Saikai Eyes which you should definitely read if you haven't... If getting to hear Yakumo and Souda's backstory doesn't convince you, you get the backstory of the character who is canonically the lead in New National's Production of El Dorado in the movie so....... I'm off track already whoops! Anyways to sum things up Yakumo is someone filled with regret over the past. Specifically over her own decision to run away. Her story itself is incomplete. The reason she is the person she is now is because she knows the pain of lingering regrets that being a stage girl can cause. Thus the whole battle with Seisho in Transition with the ultimate goal being to show Seiran that they needed to find their own strength (and also a bit to get back at Souda, but don't worry about that for now). The guiding principle that Yakumo brings to her teachings (as shown in both Transition and Blue Glitter) is to help her students find their own internal strength that will carry them forward as stage girls. Heck the whole curriculum is built around this! The students don't just study either acting or tech, they study both, and seemingly given relatively free reign on working together and what they work on. Suzu, Hisame, and Koharu sort of lead the students, but ultimately it is all of them working together. Plus unlike schools like Siegfeld or Seisho with set plays, the students at Seiran get to pick their own. (I think? At least that's what Transition seems to imply).

Anyways, the core value of Seiran is helping students grow to be self-fulfilled stage girls. Which is really perfect for our main trio because they are not doing great in that department when they first arrive.

We first meet Seiran in Transition. And at first they are defined, not by themselves, but by the Seisho characters they have known. They are literally incomplete narratively as before we learn more about them as individuals in Blue Glitter we learn about them from their pasts with Seisho. Hisame's jealousy and fear of her time in middle school with Nana. Suzu's failure to stand by Mahiru's side, and (most hilariously) Koharu's hope that she can relate to Maya and stop being alone (to which Maya just does not give a shit and completely ignores her,, Koharu I'm so sorry). Which by the way in the manga adaptation there's short vignettes added in that give more info on their pasts and they are excellent, so go read that if you've only seen the play. Notably these connections are all regrets, or weaknesses that they hope the others can fix. Just like their desire to steal Starlight. A solution that is only a substitute for their own deeper struggles. Ultimately throughout the play they begin to move on, but they don't quite fully connect with each other. In the revues they never truly fight together. Only individually at first. And then altogether with Seisho at the end. At this point in time while Seiran is clearly working together they aren't quite truly a team.

Blue Glitter opens with Seiran really going through it. Koharu is struggling to live up to the pressure she feels from being in charge. Hisame feels unable to help, and can't properly take Koharu's burden or break free of her own. Suzu is in a dilemma of being unsure how to bring the three of them to the same page. All of them are struggling to work together and understand each other. But crucially it is due to their care for each other that this conflict has arisen. They definitely aren't fully a team yet, but even while they fight it is out of love.

Each of them holds regrets, fears, and weaknesses. All of those things brought them to Seiran. Brought them together. As we learn throughout the play Koharu was never able to communicate with others well. Combined with her talent at performing she was seen as harsh and unfair even when she didn't intend anything of the sort. She became isolated and saw the stage as a lonely place. Meanwhile Hisame felt that her own fear had driven those close to her away. That she didn't know how she could continue as a stage girl, even if she desperately wanted to reach that place once more. Suzu was unsure with her acting abilities. Able to continue pushing forward with her enthusiasm, but always unable to actually reach the mark. She didn't know if she would ever actually be able to succeed.

But when they found each other, they were able to understand each other, connect with each other, and help each other. While each individually is incomplete, together they are far greater than the sum of their parts.

A common idea in revstar is the loneliness of performing onstage. One must always be able to stand alone, and yet you are never alone as a performer. Each character and in a broader view each school tackles this idea differently. It's not a coincidence that Seiran studies tech as well as performing. In the climax to Blue Glitter the three are literally rejected by the theatre for their failure to perform. Yet they rebuild the stage and stand on it once more. By having someone else who understands them. Who feels the same way that they do. Even if they must stand alone, they can still derive strength from being together.

The auditions and revues in revue starlight are really significant, and tie into so many different things. But for Seiran, whose view of the stage was bleak to be generous before they meet each other. To truly bring themselves back from the abyss (thank you manga chanpter names for the reminder that being unable to perform is literal death for a stage girl) is just so significant. And their brand of connection is just so meaningful and a lot of why I love them so much.

I'm not sure exactly how the translation works, but a key difference can I think be summed up in Seiran's version of the rebirth metaphor (listen this is one of my favorite themes from revstar I love talking about it). Specifically when its used in the anime (specifically by Karen) it is "I am reborn" or "self-remake", but in Blue Anthem it is, "self-reform". Seiran isn't brilliantly reborn from their passion. Instead they meticulously grow. Their weaknesses are guides as they support each other and deliberately work to improve themselves.

Really what I just mean is go listen to Blue Anthem everything I'm trying to say is in there.

I feel like I have barely scratched the surface, but I don't know how much of the rest of it is comprehendible right now, so I should probably shut up soon.

But uhhhhhh Hisame's story in Climax shows the significance of Seiran being together, but also how their bonds continue with them even when they are apart.

I could talk a bunch about how Hisame and Akira connect with each other and about Seiran in Edel Delight (they finally get to be doing good!!), but I'll just say that the AkiHisa Rose Poems was my favorite

I'll probably write another long ramble really soon about Koharu and Sakura, because Sakura is sooooo important, but my thoughts on it ended up getting too long... (it is the parallels between Sakura and Koharu, and Karen and Hikari, its....)

This made me start thinking about how all the schools are slightly different in their themes, and now I want to take a second to just rethink about how each character fits into each school

I can't stop rotating revue starlight in my head... the ideas for keep coming.

So that is a bit of why I love Seiran so much. There's a lot more, but.... yup

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

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© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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Never brush your teeth because you'd need to prevent damaging your gums. It's entirely feasible for gums to grow back.  At the event the gums are inflamed due to a reaction to some drug, it is vital to go to the doctor to discuss the sort of drug you are using.  Regardless of if the dentist guarantees you that you possess healthful and balanced teeth and gums, you should research a tiny sum of deeper because it may possibly be a symptom of a numerous matter. Besides this, the inflamed gums could result in severe pain. No one likes to secure gums sick, and this is the perfect solution to cut it off.

Reverse Receding Gums

In instances like this, it sticks to a new tooth at the front of the tooth. The wisdom teeth appear and retain put just enjoy every other teeth. In some cases, the impacted wisdom tooth doesn't lead to some immediate matter.

If you believe that the teeth look longer than they did before, it could be due to your gums.  In addition, when baby teeth have to be removed, children are somewhat more inclined to create jagged permanent teeth. It is very important that you recognize just how to brush your teeth in order to remove from any teeth along side gum issues including bleeding gums and also receding gums.  Employing a fluoride toothpaste can help safeguard your teethas it's quite as helpful for senior citizens as it's for kiddies. Teeth ought to be brushed regularly.  Brushing your teeth for that right quantity time utilizing an ideal strategy is actually the 1st selection of protection from gingival recession.

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Blend in, chapter ten

...chapter ten?!

WARNINGS: No fluff in this chapter whatsoever, not even any cold-hearted intercourse alright, so just wipe all of those expectations away. There you go :) Plus this chapter is very short. And I suck.

Sorry.

But! Hopefully, a lot of things will get cleared up :)

...just read!

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Saturday, 10.48 AM Tachikawa's residence

"-and I bought these two jeans -aren't they gorgeous- y'know the assistant said I look just like Misha Barton, hah I wish but whatever I mean her BMI is totally anorexic and that's great and all if you wanna like, die, though you can't deny that she's freakin gorgeous I'd totally die for those legs wouldn't you -look aren't they cute!"

"Mmh," Sora's eyes submissively fell on the jeans covering her friend's legs, but her mind couldn't tear itself away from her new full-time dilemma. This was hardly ever a problem for the two; to Mimi Sora was merely a mirror -or a wall, rather. She didn't interrupt, but she didn't respond with any interest whatsoever. Except perhaps for the actual changing.

Mimi kept chatting, modelling her new clothes and checking her reflection in the mirror. Sora's eyes kept resting on her legs -covered in denim, half covered by a pastel skirt, or not covered at all. She had legs to kill for; always perfectly tanned, constantly hairless and never-ending. Legs of another species that yet remained the ideal for all the poor girls with earthly legs. Thankfully, Sora had stopped comparing herself to her best friend a long time ago, figuring that it was no use.

"So are you actually gonna talk to me about what's causing that creepy absence I've seen in you lately?"

It wasn't the actual words that pulled her out of trance; it was the tone. The skip from high-pitched excited girl-chatter, to worried sentimental adult mom -tone wouldn't pass anyone.

Sora reacted quickly enough to catch the question, and she bit the inside of her cheek as she pondered an answer. Bringing Mimi into the problem was like letting someone else help you with a card castle you're halfway through, but stuck with and too shaky to continue. A bit down the road -which might as well be the goddamn wrong one- she didn't want to risk starting all over again. If Mimi managed to confuse the hell out of her -which rather commonly happened; she was freakishly alike Taichi in that way- Sora would lose the tiny bit of sense she'd made out so far. And dammit, that took a long time to make!

'Sides, there's was no way she'd be able to explain this complicated story with sustained patience -and that was very necessary for it to be understandable.

Having that thought through, she forced herself to look at it logically. Voicing her reasoning would simply clear it up, not destroy it. Who knows, Mimi might see something that Sora, as partly involved in the whole thing, was incapable of. In all honesty, Mimi's train of thought probably ran closer two Taichi's -maybe Yamato's too.

So why not?

"Taichi and Yamato," she uttered, not knowing where to start.

The currently halfnaked teen threw her arms out. "Yeah, well duh. So was that rumor true?"

"Well now it is. I kinda it woke up some sort of attraction, or feelings or just fucking madness in Blondie, and Tai pushed his luck some and now they're shagging like rabbits while Yamato is brainwashing him."

There was a brief silence where Sora's stubborn self mentally said 'I told you so'.

"That didn't make much sense coming from someone who's usually very pedagogic."

Sora managed to smile, somewhat relieved by the refreshing view of Mimi laughing. In comparison, she felt old and worn-out. Why the football-player even allowed something that hardly concerned her get to her like this, she didn't know. Sora sighed, deciding to throw everything out of her skull for the other girl to sort out.

She comforted herself with the knowledge that, when it came down to gossip, Mimi had all the patience in the world. She started talking, trying to stay as objective as possible. Naturally, it was near impossible with Mimi's repeated gasps and questions and other interrupting sounds that she seemingly thought were necessary to show Sora that she really listened. Letting herself get stressed up by this, Sora ended up giving her the completely wrong idea. This was obvious when Mimi summed the whole thing up.

-'-

"Okay so if I've got this straight, Yamato-kun was stupid enough to talk loudly and about their after-school activity, with so many split signals that everyone mistook him for being gay, and then he freaked out and started fighting Taichi-kun for no reason. Then they shag in the school's bathroom and start bitching when you try to save them from being caught-"

"No, no, no" Sora interrupted, sighed and held up a hand when the honey-eyed girl gave her a confused look. "No, I'm sorry, I'm giving you the wrong idea here. I guess I'm just so fed up with Yamato -well, Taichi too- that I make it their fault. Just please let me take my time, so that I can do this right."

If it weren't for the fact that they had worked this through once, Mimi would've taken Sora's request -if she even took it in- the wrong way, and jumped to conclusions. But the brunet's way of rushing and misleading had in the past bothered Sora to the point that she had talked to her about it. Mimi had finally understood the problem and promised to improve -when she actually remembered. Now, Sora could simply remind her and she'd be back on track with no hard feelings. This was one of the improvements they'd been forced to accomplish since that time when their lives took a slight turn.

"Sorry" Mimi said with a small laugh, rolling her eyes at herself. Sora smiled back, but shortly looked away to be able to continue. This was important.

Mimi staid amazingly quiet through Sora's second try of revealing Taichi and Yamato's story, and when she later summarized it to see if she'd got it right this time, Sora was introduced with a new point of view that made ten times more sense. Sure, Mimi was perhaps a little too romantic and naïve, but hearing everything from Sora who's the total opposite, she balanced it up, filled out the gaps and straightened all those things that had been invisible to the redhead.

"...so when Yamato's finally fed up with Taichi's immature behavior and mocking, he snaps and comes out and tells him-"

"-yeah, probably during that detention-"

"-or after they'd escaped. You know you're not supposed to talk during detention."

"Right"

"And Tai just... finally gets it?"

"He's not dumb. Not when it comes to Yamato; he's like a living lexicon."

"Not now though..."

"Stick to the subject!"

"Sorry."

"S'okay."

"So Taichi agrees to back off, and overdoes it to make Yamato miss him-"

"He really did, it showed. So yeah, Yamato misses him and finally asks him out!"

"...what?"

Sora hesitated. "Well, no... but it was so cute!" She grinned. "You were there, or at least after that. That Friday we went and saw The Holiday-"

"Yeah! Oh, Jude Law is so hot..."

"Hey!"

"For a guy at least."

"Heh. So they hang out Friday night, and there's surely tons of sexual tension and then they screw each other."

"It's called making love."

Sora snorted, causing Mimi to scowl even more. Which in turn caused Sora to grin wide. "Yeah, yeah, they make sweet love to each other. Yamato did want to though; he wasn't drunk or anything, just seduced. But he regrets it the next morning, throws Taichi out and asks me to come over. God, he was so messed up." Sora blinked, regaining the sympathy she'd felt for him that day.

"And then you leave, and... did they talk after that?"

"No idea. Maybe."

"They were even more awkward the Monday after that right?"

"Yep. And..." Sora frowned -ignoring Mimi's whining about wrinkles- trying to recall what else happened that day. "Oh!" she exclaimed, remembering. "That was when he hit him!"

"Ah." Mimi complied, also recalling that from Sora's story.

"I think Yamato was avoiding him, and Taichi got a bit annoyed I remember -he snapped a few times at me that day when I asked where Yamato was. Then boom! When I went to my locker at the end of the day Taichi's lying on the floor clutching his jaw and Yamato's a whiter shade of pale."

"And then they just forgive each other" Mimi filled in, smiling because she knew how much it had puzzled the redhead. "And they walk out together"

"Right, and this is the weird afternoon thing Tai told me about, when Yamato had nursed him and then took of as if a Scream-dude were chasing him-"

"-which confused the hell out of Taichi"

"Yup. Next day?"

"The avoiding-day. Yamato's fallen off the face of earth"

"Taichi's whining like never before-"

"And boom!"

"They make sweet tender love with each other," Sora teases.

Mimi shakes her head determinedly. "Nope. That's screwing. Calling it lovemaking would be an insult."

"Tai is walking on clouds."

"Yamato still avoids you guys."

"And here's where things gets really fucked up. Taichi becomes his personal slave, and Yamato has him all brainwashed."

"Taichi starts his too-happy gimmick -which, mind you, is a total give-away - and covers his master by constantly distracting you and himself."

"Gah, it's tiring just thinking about it..." Sora muttered, rubbing her eyes.

"Poor baby."

She stuck her tongue out in reply. "I'm up to here with his stupid jokes. And you know he actually talked about girls at one time!"

"So maybe he's bi?" Mimi offered, not seeing the issue.

"Fine, maybe he is. Doubt it though." Sora added, crossing her arms sullenly.

"Oh, come on! He's talked about girls plenty of times, and hasn't he even gone out with a few?"

Sora gave her a long look. "You believed that?"

Mimi shrugged. "Gotta give him some credit."

Sora snorted, then remembered the other ironic thing. "He also tried making me talk about guys!" she announced, sending the other teen a challenging gaze, as if daring her to brush that off just as easily.

A grin slowly spread over the other female's face, and the next second they were laughing their heads off.

"Okay, okay..." Sora eventually gasped between laughs, "We're loosing focus here."

Mimi nodded in agree, picking up where they left off. "This is the tricky part. You solve it by saying that Yamato's simply turned into a maniac all of a sudden,"

"Well he did! I mean first he's like 'no, I don't like him, don't like him' when he actually does and slips up when Tai decides to be all over him. That I can understand, but this on the other hand is madness!"

"Okay, don't hurt yourself. What's the reason Yamato has denied his feelings from the very start?"

Sora shrugged. "The gossip. He worries too much about other people's opinions."

"Right, and that's why he doesn't want Taichi to tell anyone."

"Yeah, well that I get-"

"So he uses the power of sex to keep Taichi quiet. No secret -no sex"

Sora threw her arms out impatiently. "Sure, that's-"

"-and if he would be the slightest bit of friendly, Taichi wouldn't take it that seriously." Mimi quickly pointed out.

"But I don't understand why he can't even kiss him!" Sora exclaimed, half aware that she was sounding like a little kid saying 'it's not fair!'

Dammit, it wasn't fair.

"I mean if this is a power method then he should reward him or lure him with-"

"Kisses?" Mimi filled in, raising perfect eyebrows.

"Tai's a kissing type of guy."

Sora couldn't help but wallowing in the irony. In one of her and Taichi's uncommonly intimate conversations the boy had admitted that he'd choose kissing over sex any day. On the other hand, by that time he was eleven and didn't know one bit about sex -not that much about kissing either. But Sora had a feeling this hasn't changed. She'd never heard him utter this ever since though, maybe -just maybe- because Sora had happily used this knowledge to throw in his face whenever she had the chance.

"I take your word for it" Mimi promised, knowing how close the two where. They probably told each other everything -or at least used to. She hesitated, catching the sudden sad look in her friend's eyes.

"...maybe Yamato doesn't find it that necessary, considering that Taichi's still under his spell -with or without kisses."

"Mm." Sora sighed, resting her forehead in her palm. "I know what you're saying, it's probably not that weird, but I mean even though it's just sex there should still be some sort of... okay, let's just say that Yamato's only interested in Taichi because he's a guy and close at hand. Wouldn't he still be interested in doing things to him? Doesn't have to be any feelings in that. And what about this control-thing? How fun is it to sneak around with someone, when you can't even let go while you're alone?"

Mimi remained quiet. She shook her head and sighed. "I don't know."

"Taichi didn't tell me a lot when I interrogated him, but what I did find out was that Yamato rushed through it, afraid to be caught by his dad -that's not blameable-, forbade kissing, never did anything to Tai, let Tai be the top-"

"That I find a bit weird." Mimi spoke up, pursing her lips as she pondered different possibilities.

"...maybe it's easier getting fucked by someone you hardly care about, than shoving your dick into someone you don't have feelings for." Sora suggested, wrinkling her nose slightly at her own words.

Mimi nodded thoughtfully, snickering a little when their eyes met. "Who would've thought we'd be discussing the mystery of sex between men?"

Sora chuckled, shaking her head. "Especially those two, who's been nothing but friends until now."

They were both quiet for a while.

"Alright," Sora sighed, breaking the tense silence. "Have we made any sense so far?"

"Sure, Blondie's afraid of the school finding out, of his dad finding out, of anyone finding out-"

"But what about the bathroom make-out?" Sora remarked, holding up a finger.

"Um... he's gay?" Mimi retorted, raising an eyebrow.

Sora bit her lip. "Yeah, but-"

"He's never had a girlfriend, probably never been interested in anyone and suddenly he's kissing someone and actually feels something, I mean he must've had a total black-out! After all, he's only human"

Sora surrendered, holding up her hands. "Okay, point taken"

"And all the avoiding was probably just to stop more rumors, and y'know, he's awkward around Tai because he's sexually attracted to him. And also because Taichi is too indiscreet."

Sora leaned back, smiling at the brunet. "This really is your area, huh?"

She was answered with a cheeky grin. "Sure is. And," she continued, finally realizing that she was still standing up and sat down on her bed beside Sora, crossing her legs. "I think the night before he really started to avoid you, was when he came out to himself!" She threw her arms out happily and Sora laughed. "He was like 'ok fine, I like guys. Now who should I have gay-sex with? Ah, here's my loyal friend who's open-minded slash gay as well, this'll be easy. But oh no! No one can find out! I know: I'll avoid him at school, and then I drag him home, make him my bitch and I have free afternoon sex everyday with no one bashing me!'"

"He's such a jerk." Sora grumbled. "I can't believe he actually pulls through it, I mean they used to be friends! Really good friends"

"Yeah, but he does avoid doing things that would make him feel guilty. If he'd use tricks and like pretended to care about him it would make him a bigger jerk. And he avoids him so he's not around to see how screwed up Taichi's become of this. And," she emphasized, catching the redhead's attention, "if he'd be the top, it would almost make this rape. He's planned this."

Sora stared at her, lost in that thought. "So..." she started hesitatingly, after what seemed like a small eternity. "There's still a small chance of him being human?"

Mimi tilted her head, eyelashes jumping as her gaze flicked around the room. For a moment her expression told Sora that she'd soon have the solution, but then the wise look was replaced by a playful glint. "Let's just say that, for now. Yamato still cares about Taichi, and the part of him that's not filled with hormones is full of shame and regret."

Sora, somewhat past the disappointment of not getting the answer to everything, nodded, accepting the theory. "Right."

"So just imagine being in his shoes; how freaking easy would it be to talk to your best friend that you're just using for your own pleasure? Or kiss? Being the one who fucks him, it... would just be too wrong. Or rather too obvious that it's wrong. Plus there's no wonder he's tense, and stressed and easily annoyed, and cold. He must hate himself!"

Sora held her hands up, chuckling. Mimi was getting a bit too into this. That girl watched way too many soap operas. "You're right, never thought I'd say this but it makes sense. But, if it's so clear that no feelings are involved, why don't they just enjoy it? As he's stated enough times, Tai only wants sex, and he's okay with Matt only wanting that too. So why would Matt feel guilty when he knows that it's not personal?"

Mimi shrugged. "Because they've fought so much, maybe, and it's still a bit weird screwing as friends."

"But they're not friends anymore" Sora commented, raising an eyebrow. Somehow she enjoyed criticizing her friend's casual reasoning.

"Like I said, if Yamato still cares about Taichi so it must feel wrong having such a platonic relationship"

"But Tai doesn't mind it, so there's no harm done"

"Right, but since they're not communicating -as I'm assuming, Yamato doesn't know how Taichi feels about this and hates himself in case he's hurting him and has to act cold not to break down and so they can't communicate and work things out and they'll just continue this. It's an evil circle." Mimi gestured enthusiastically.

Sora's eyes narrowed as she pondered the argument, not wanting to give in but she pretty much had to, didn't she? Mimi might be wrong, but she sure couldn't come up with anything better at the moment. Plus that evil circle thing really took a lot from her energy to continue this. Sora threw her hands up, deciding that this just wasn't her territory.

"Touché!" she called out, face breaking into a grin as the other girl threw her arms up victoriously.

"Now let's go shopping!" Mimi demanded happily, dragging Sora up from the bed and started skipping out of the room, grabbing her purse on the way.

"Wha..? I thought you've already went shopping?" Sora stuttered as she was dragged down the stairs, desperately trying to keep up with the steps.

"Well yeah for me, but we're shopping for you now!" the other girl replied perkily. She stopped at bottom and turned around, causing the slightly dizzy redhead to crash into her. Mimi pushed the other girl's shoulders an arms length away, locking determined eyes with distracted ones. "We're going shopping, and you're not going to puzzle Dumb & Dumber's problem -which by the way doesn't even involve you- one more time, got it?"

Whether she would keep that up or not, Sora was fully aware of that Mimi accepted no other answer than yes. Thus, she saluted.

"Yes ma'am"

As they walked out the door arm in arm, Sora sincerely hoped that she would keep that promise.

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will be continued.

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Title: Stitches to your heart Series: KiriBakuWeek2019 Show: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou Summary: Kirishima decided to become a designer. Firstly, because of his new awakened desire to design, of course, but secondly, because of Bakugou Katsuki. A/N: Collection of works for KiriBakuWeek 2019. First time writing KiriBaku, they deserve so much love. Ha. This is heavily inspired by kirishimami's Designer AU, so please, give it a read! I was laughing and crying. It is so good!!

You can read it on AO3 if you want to! :)

Day 1  Dance / Suits / Music

Kirishima was 17 when he discovered the thing he wanted to be. His normal weekends where spent at home, either watching random movies or playing video games. His moms were mostly at work, earning money they wanted to invest in his education. An education, Kirishima didn’t know for what or where or anything else. He was grateful for them, of course, but at the same time, he felt pressure to not disappoint them. It was a dilemma he put off to think about most of the time.

So, it was Saturday evening, he was sprawled on the couch, potato chips on his stomach as he aimlessly switched through the TV channels. A flash of orange caught his eye and he stopped his thumb, hovering over the buttons of the remote control.

He ended up on some sort of news program, featuring some sort of fashion show. Kirishima raised an eyebrow. After a few minutes he gathered, it was a rather big fashion show for haute couture, runway models featuring outfits that were neither fashion nor wearable in Kirishima’s opinion. He searched for the orange tinge that caught his eyes, but when he didn’t find any indication of the color he was about to change the channel again.

Apparently, the designer changed because now another model walked onto the runway, wearing high fashion, still haute couture but with style. Kirishima could dig that. His eyes were fixated onto the fabrics, that seemed to cling to the models as some sort of second skin. Every outfit accentuated a different feature, bringing out something different.

The commentator, which Kirishima was ignoring until now, was explaining this fashion line:

“… as his first appearance. His first official fashion line works around the theme “heroes” which he tried to incorporate into his designs. He stated, his inspiration surged from imaginary heroes who have individual talents, “quirks” as he called them, and each outfit tried to maximize each talent. As we see here”, Kirishima followed gazed at the model in full armor, small exhaust pipes coming from their calves, “this outfit is titled “Ingenium” and accentuates the power of an engine.”

Kirishima stopped listening, intently focused on the models which walked over the runway after another. Each design was totally different, colors either popping in or being subdued in favor of design. It was breathtaking. Not slouching anymore, Kirishima sat straight up, mesmerized by this fashion line. His fingers twitched. In the back of his mind he saw his own designs, some fabric, some pieces of clothes he either wanted to wear himself or wanted other people to wear. He wanted to draw them, to get his ideas on paper.

All “heroes” models walked one last time over the runway, Kirishima let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he held in as he watched them. The last two models, titled as “Red Riot” and “Alien Queen”, walked down the middle and in between them walked the most handsome person Kirishima had ever laid his eyes upon.

His face was scrunched up, a deep scowl on his lips, but walking with dignity down the runway. And Kirishima finally found the orange-tinged he was searching.

Bakugou Katsuki, as the caption said, wore black slacks, a dark green dress shirt, and a screaming orange vest. He had his dress jacket dropped over one shoulder, his other hand pushed deep inside his pocket. It almost looked like he didn’t want to be there, but somehow Kirishima made out the glee in Bakugou’s red eyes. He basked in the attention and the applause he was given.

The three stopped at the end of the runway, statist A handed Bakugou a microphone, and he cleared his throat. Hesitating for only a second, Bakugou growled:

“I’ll only say this once: whoever has a problem with my designs, can fuck off. I design what I want and I know they’re fucking awesome.” And almost as an afterthought, he added: “Thanks goes to my models. They fucking nailed it.”

Bakugou flung the microphone off the stage, statist B or whoever caught it, and he turned around, walking down the runway. No one said a word, even the commentator was stunned to silence. And Kirishima laughed. He doubled over, clutching at his sides as laughter raptured from inside him. He didn’t even try to stop his fall, as he slid down the couch, rolling around the ground. He had to gasp for air a few times, eyes filled with tears.

When he finally recovered, still breathing uneven and an occasional chuckle left him, he turned his attention back to the TV but the next fashion line was being shown, not even half as interesting as Bakugou’s, so Kirishima turned it off.

He ran upstairs, two steps at a time, and plopped down on his chair at his desk, whirling around. He grabbed for papers, pencils and started drawing. He finally knew what he wanted to do.

Kirishima was 21 when his dream was finally in his reach. For the last 4 years, Kirishima filled every second with the intention to enroll in a design school. He sat down after school to design different clothes, followed up on every major fashion week, looked up designer, drove around to see smaller fashion shows.

His moms supported him wholeheartedly along the way and their money finally found their use. He spent some of them for some drives, but most of it to buy fabric to actually sew some of his designs. He wore it himself, at first, but after time his moms wore them too. Along the way, he even made the most precious set of friends.

When enrolled in college specialized courses for fashion design, of course, he moved out to live in Tokyo, thriving in the big city life, and quickly making friends with other design orientated friends. And they boosted his almost non-existent self-esteem for which he will be forever grateful.

Over the years, he followed up on especially Bakugou Katsuki. The rapidly rising star in the fashion industry. Through his father, Bakugou was exposed to the world of fashion design early on and only learned from the best. He brought fashion line after fashion line out, Kirishima tried to purchased one of the items once but almost blacked out when he saw the hefty sum, attended huge fashion shows once in a while and it was rumored, he would inherit the fashion company early on.

So, after 4 years of almost working himself into the ground, Kirishima applied for exactly this fashion company for an internship and, by some miracle, earned one of the four spots in that company. The day he opened the letter with the acceptance was both the most earth-shattering and glorious day of his life.

Before the internship would start, however, there would be a banquet in honor of new employees, not only for interns. It was a huge gala and it was expected to wear formal wear only. Kirishima knew he wanted to wear something that would impress Bakugou, not only in favor of his internship and his future work with him.

At first, Kirishima went window shopping with Mina, one of his modeling friends, to gather inspiration. It crossed his mind, to just buy a fancy suit, but was disregarded quickly for the idea to design his own suit. Therefore, he needed inspiration.

Gathering information, brain-storming with friends and family and a lot of trial and error, Kirishima was able to come up with a simple but striking design idea. He just had to execute it good enough.

It was in the evening right before the gala, when Kirishima made the finishing touches. He took a step back from his tailor’s dummy and just took in the sight. It wasn’t flashy by all means, but it was something, Kirishima took pride in. It was him, in some kind of way.

The black slacks were simple, the part he finished the fastest. They were accentuated by a red belt and huge belt buckle, adorned in silver. The highlight was the top. It had long sleeves, closed by a thin fabric at the end of the sleeves, for his hands to be almost completely covered, but giving his fingers enough free space. Over the shoulders ran a red pattern, similar to gear wheels that feathered out into the sleeves. From the left shoulder over the chest and to the right lower side, a lightning-shaped red zapped over the fabric. It was finished with a high collar, almost up to the ears.

Kirishima grinned from ear to ear. He allowed himself a minute to just basked in the sight and the feeling of accomplishment until Kaminari banged against his door.

“Dude! Are you finished? You really need to go. Like, now!”

Kirishima flinched. His eyes wandered to the alarm clock on his nightstand. Just past 7 pm. He had about 10 minutes to get ready.

“On it!” he yelled back. He stripped out of his jogging pants and top and carefully put on the dress top, pushing his hands through the sleeves and pushed his fingers through the small strap. The slacks were on in no time. The ends of his slacks were tight since his idea was to were something alike combat boots for this outfit. He rummaged through his closet and pulled out black boots with silver buckled over the foot front. He grinned. He already felt badass at it was.

After putting on the boots, he looked in the mirror and fumbled with his earrings. He pushed one end through his helix and the other end through his earlobe piercing, framing the outside of his ears in red strings. It was almost invisible with all his red hair, spiked up, but Kirishima felt it was just necessary.

He took another glance at the mirror, his chest swelled at his sight, and finally made his way outside.

It took another few minutes to calm his friends who were whooping and whistling and just overall overjoyed. It made it already worth it. They called a cab and within 20 minutes, Kirishima stood in front of a fancy hotel. The front was packed with people, paparazzi who wanted to get the first and best shot of every even the slightest noteworthy person coming up.

A lump formed in Kirishima’s throat and he had a hard time swallowing around him. He let the cab park a little bit before the hotel and the people, giving him a generous tip and got out. He beelined towards the entry and people started to notice him. With all his willpower he managed to not run away but walk as confident as possible through the crowd. It took some seconds, but then the flashes started around him. Kirishima felt his cheeks warm up and a smile formed on his lips naturally.

He walked up towards the entry, showed his invitation and was let in.

The lobby wasn’t huge, except for the ceiling which was impressing, and it was rather empty. There was a counter where jackets and bags were accepted, Kirishima didn’t have any use for that, and walked towards the double door. It was opened by an employee of the hotel with a bow and Kirishima felt oddly out of place. The room in front of him was huge. It was like a ballroom. A gigantic chandelier in the middle illuminated the whole room and where it didn’t reach, smaller lights were positioned. To his right was a long table with food, snack, and drinks, where most of the people were. To the left, the open glass windows allowed to walk outside to a terrace and a garden.

Kirishima swallowed a few times to get rid of his dry mouth. He took some steps to the buffet and took the first drink he could find, downing it in one go. Ugh, champagne. Kirishima made a face and searched for something non-alcoholic, he didn’t want to make the mistake to get drunk right away and possibly throw away his one and only shot to work at BKG Fashion.  

He looked around for any familiar faces, he doubted he knew people here, but it was also a good chance to get connections. And that was when he saw the blonde spiky hair walking through the crowd. Bakugou wore his trademark scowl, a drink in his hand. Most of the people didn’t dare to get in his way, let alone speak to him, but the only ones who actually dared to, where told to “fuck off”.

Kirishima blinked and didn’t think twice as his feet already dragged him towards Bakugou. He came to a halt directly in front of him, stopping Bakugou in his tracks. His scowl deepened, even more, Kirishima didn’t think it was possible and glared at Kirishima.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“H-hi!” Kirishima cleared his throat. It was already dry again. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou, I’m gon—going to be an intern at your company. Nice to meet you.” He tentatively held out a hand.

Bakugou’s eyes widen for just a second, looked Kirishima up and down really slowly and he felt the heat back in his cheeks. Then, Bakugou scoffed, turned around and started to walk away. Kirishima was speechless. He knew Bakugou was kind of an asshole. He knew Bakugou could be pretty hard to talk to. But Kirishima didn’t work for two months on this outfit, slept only every third night, fought with his friends at times, just to be scoffed off.

“Care to introduce yourself, too?” The words came out of his mouth before he even realized.

Bakugou froze. Time stood still, but he didn’t turn around. It only made Kirishima madder. He still wore his smile, but he continued.

“What? You think because you’re famous everyone knows who you are and you can and you can ignore common courtesy?”

The next five seconds were the longest in his entire life. He didn’t hear anything around him, eyes fixed on Bakugou’s back. Then he heard something like a snort, saw a short tensing of Bakugou’s shoulders and then he left. He just left.

Kirishima died inside. Slowly and painfully. He groaned into his hands. That was just perfect. Of course, he had to finally meet his idol and then fuck it up royally.

He silently walked over to the buffet again, downed another glass of champagne and opted to send a few panicked texts to his friends, deciding to deal with everything after this evening. He picked up the last of his courage and got himself into the field. Even if Bakugou hated him now, he still was going to work in this industry and he could use every held he could get. Especially, since Bakugou hated him.

Kirishima got around fairly well, courtesy to his easy-going nature and fell into step with most conversations, laughing and actually having a really good time.

Around an hour later, he heard some uproar, a group laughed especially loud and a lot of heads turned in the general direction of the sound. Kirishima, overlooking most of these heads, spotted a small group, including Bakugou. A brown haired woman was laughing her guts out, hitting Bakugou’s back. However she survived that, Kirishima didn’t know. Apparently, she was Bakugou’s friend was Kirishima’s guess. The other two people in their group were laughing, not as loudly or as obtrusively but it was clear, they were laughing at the expanse of Bakugou who had the most ferocious grimace Kirishima had ever seen. He ducked his head and mixed into the crowd again.

The evening continued to be as entertaining as Kirishima was hoping for. He actually got some numbers, talked to a few other fashion designers who complimented his outfit and Kirishima felt all the tension leaving his shoulders.

Well, until he was suddenly face to face with Bakugou, yours truly, again. Next to him, Kirishima only vaguely sensed her, was nudging Bakugou’s elbow. Bakugou rolled his eyes at her and then held out his hand to Kirishima.

“Didn’t get to introduce myself before, I’m Bakugou Katsuki.”

His voice was still deep and low, filled with dread and menace but the usual heat was missing. It almost made Kirishima choke up. He gripped at Bakugou’s hand like a lifeline.

“Nice to meet you.” His voice came out thin through his constricted throat and it earned another scoff from Bakugou.

“See? That’s how people show “common courtesy”. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” The woman piped up, grinning widely and gave Kirishima a wink. His ears heated up and he covered it with one hand.

“I… I am so sorry. That was so unpro” – “No, it was the right thing. This little man needed to be put in place for once.” She slapped Bakugou’s back again with so much force, he had to cough.

“Shut up, round face.” He glared at her.

“Ah, where are my manners? Uraraka Ochako.” She held out her hand and beamed at Kirishima, ignoring Bakugou’s glare.

“Kirishima Eijirou.” Kirishima found his smile again, eased by the warmth Uraraka was radiating.

“Well, Kirishima-kun, I don’t want to take too much of your time alone with this famous person, so, see you around!” She waved and Kirishima could just raise his hand when she was already gone. He slowly turned his gaze back to Bakugou, who glared at the crowd, hands pushed deep into his pockets.

Kirishima pursed his lips. It was obvious, Bakugou didn’t want to be here, neither with Kirishima nor with the crowd. He grabbed Bakugou by the elbow, pulling him with him as he beelined through the crowd towards the glass doors.

“What the fuck? Let go of me, shitty hair!” Bakugou snarled and tried to yank free, but Kirishima held him with an iron grip and grinned over his shoulder.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“As if you could, fuckface.”

“Chill, dude.” Kirishima laughed at Bakugou. It was new that these insults were directed at him, but not new in itself. Kirishima prided himself that he learned to distinguish between honest insults by Bakugou and those who were just some kind of default.

He pulled Bakugou, who still was struggling against Kirishima’s grip but not nearly as strongly as before, probably just to give off the vibe that he was against being pushed around, through the glass doors into the open. It was already late and the air chilled down a little bit, but the heat from within was still enough to not freeze outside. Still, most of the people preferred to stay inside, therefore, the terrace was almost completely empty.

Kirishima led Bakugou to one of the benches slightly obscured by some bushes and finally let go of Bakugous arm.

“What was that for, for fuck’s sake?!” Bakugou growled again. He looked around and then at the bench.

Kirishima shrugged, pocketing his hands, and plummet down on the bench. “It was kinda suffocating inside.” If he said outright, he did that for Bakugou, he knew his head would be flying, it was the better option to just bend the truth. It was suffocating, but Kirishima didn’t mind it that much.

Bakugou scoffed, hesitating. He kicked at the dirt and then decided, the bench was the better option, sitting down beside Kirishima.

“So, what? You wanna have a one-on-one talk with your future boss to get bonus points?”

“What?” Kirishima’s head whipped around. “No way. As if you give away bonus points.” He laughed.

Bakugou furrowed his lips but didn’t say anything else. They sat in some sort of comfortable silence for a while. The music and voices were still audible in the background, but not even loud enough to actually understand anything. They were facing the garden, which was pitch black so they couldn’t even enjoy the view but Kirishima was content. It was the best he could hope four.

“Where did you get your outfit?”

Kirishima blinked. He raised his eyebrows, hesitantly looking to Bakugou. “Made it myself?” It came out more like a question. Kirishima wasn’t entirely sure, Bakugou thought his outfit was hideous.

Now it was Bakugou’s turn to whip his head around, looking at Kirishima with wide eyes.

“You’re fucking with me.” He deadpanned, gritting his teeth.

“No, man. Why would I?” Kirishima scratched his cheek, then wandered up to his earrings to nervously play with them.

“Are these…” Bakugou trailed off, pulling Kirishima’s hand away. Kirishima held in his breath as Bakugou leaned in, his breath almost caressing his cheeks.

“Earrings, huh.” Bakugou whispered, probably more to himself, but Kirishima felt his warm breath on his ears and shivered.

“Y-yeah.” He rasped.

Bakugou probably realized he was still holding on to Kirishima’s hand and let go abruptly, leaning back again.

“Your design?” He grumbled but most of his venom was gone. That was some victory and Kirishima beamed at him.

“Yeah. Took some time, but I made it in time.” He played at his belt buckle, drove over the smooth edges with his fingers. “Is it … do you like it?” He bit his lips, not looking up. But Bakugou didn’t say anything, so Kirishima forced himself to turn his head towards Bakugou.

Bakugou was staring at him with a glare. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”

Kirishima blinked, slightly taken aback. “Uh? I- I don’t know? I was just asking.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes almost back into his head. “I know when I see something good. And You should, too, if you’re going to work for me.”

Almost immediately, Kirishima’s smile stretched over his face. His teeth were shining brightly between his lips and he wasn’t even trying to hide the warmth in his words. “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

The scowl on Bakugou’s face faded for a second as he looked into Kirishima’s eyes and Kirishima swore, he could see a slight blush on his face. But it was too dark to really tell. Bakugou turned more towards Kirishima, one arm draped over the back of the bench. Kirishima cocked his head and was about to ask if Bakugou had something to say, when he felt his hand on his earring. Or more specifically, on his ear playing with his earring.

“Good choice.” Bakugou’s voice was just a bit deeper than before, but it did something to Kirishima’s stomach. Heat was filling his insides, crawling through his veins and he was sure, his ears were as red as his hair but Bakugou didn’t let go. His eyes were going up and down Kirishima again, just like the last time, but slower and it didn’t feel as if he inspected the outfit anymore. But Kirishima himself.

Kirishima swallowed around the lump he had in his throat again, but not the I-am-way-out-of-place kind of lump, but I-am-most-definitely-at-the-right-place kind of lump. He didn’t move, gave Bakugou all the time he wanted to look at him thoroughly.

“I like your suits.” Kirishima suddenly blurted out. Bakugou’s eyes snapped up and narrowed. His hand didn’t stop playing with his earring.

“My suits?”

“Yeah, like, the one you’re wearing now. Or the all … the other … ones.” Kirishima mumbled at the end, his brain catching up what he was saying all of the sudden. He slapped one hand over his face and cursed himself. That wasn’t one of his best moments.

“My suits in general or my suits … on me?” Bakugou’s voice ghosted over Kirishima’s ear and he couldn’t help but inhale sharply, gasping out air. His hand dropped down and he almost shyly looked at Bakugou from the corner of his eyes.

“B-both.”

“Mhm.” Bakugou hummed, not leaning back and Kirishima could feel the vibration of his voice. He slowly turned his head, silently thanking all the gods he could think of that Bakugou didn’t let go of his ear. He thought that he had to talk about Mina about his newly found interesting of earrings but pushed it to the back of his head.

Their faces were close, so close the tips of their noses were brushing against each other. Bakugou’s eyes were glazed over with … something, Kirishima didn’t dare to name it. At the same time, there was a challenge. Bakugou didn’t move, just staring into Kirishima’s eyes.

Kirishima didn’t hesitate any longer and leaned in. Their lips brushed against each over at first, but it was as if a dam broke. Bakugou pressed against his lips, aligning them perfectly. He tilted his head slightly to allow them a better angle and Kirishima was relishing in the feeling. Bakugou’s lips were warm and soft, in complete opposite of his cold and hard demeanor. But oddly fitting.

Their lips moved against each other and when Bakugou pulled almost tentatively at Kirishima’s earring, he let out a small gasp. Bakugou seized the opportunity and let his tongue slide between Kirishima’s lips, brushing against his teeth. Kirishima let out a shaky breath and pushed his own tongue against Bakugou.

The broke away for just a second to catch their breaths and then their lips found each other again. Kirishima’s arm darted forward around Bakugou’s waist and pulled him closer. Bakugou grunted but didn’t protest. Bakugou’s other hand found its way in Kirishima’s hair and he couldn’t care less about his hairstyle.

Kirishima didn’t know how long they were kissing. It could have been a minute or an hour. He didn’t even try to question it just enjoying the feeling of having Bakugou in his arm, his lips on his own and the small gasps he could coax from him.

Kirishima was 26 when he thought he was the happiest man alive. He stared at the mirror, pulling at his sleeves and his cufflinks as he thought back to the time he had gawked at the TV, seeing a fashion show for the first time. He thought about the time he finished his first design and then bringing it alive. He thought about his internship, it was hell on earth but the best thing that could happen to him. He thought about his work as a designer. He thought about his friends that were with him along the way.

And he thought about Bakugou. When he first saw him at this fashion show through the TV screen. He thought about how he idolized him for so long only to get told off by him the instant they first met. Kirishima chuckled. He was now fond of the memory. He thought about their first kiss that very evening on the bench in front of the garden that was pitch black. He thought about all the encouragement he received from Bakugou through his internship. Not once indulging their private lives with their professional work. It had been tough working together with the man he loved but it was worth it. Especially, since he knew, as soon as got home, he could kiss him senseless. Or Bakugou could kiss him senseless, he wasn’t picky.

He thought about the small fights they had along the way. Kirishima’s insecurities a deciding factor if he could make it in the fashion industry and Bakugou’s unwavering trust in him and his skills.

He thought about the admittedly very few vacations they had and the work they had done together.

He thought about what he loved about Bakugou. He could either make a list that would never end, or he couldn’t think of anything at all, just Bakugou. That was just how it was.

A knock on the door brought him back to the present.

“You ready, bro?”

“Yeah. Coming.”

Kirishima exhaled slowly and opened the door. Kaminari wore his best black suit and Kirishima was reminded why his best friend actually was a model. They grinned at each other. In silence they walked down the corridor, Kaminari nudging his elbow.

“You good?” He raised his eyebrow. Kirishima could see it in his eyes, telling him if you want to run, now is the time and I would be your driver.

His smile grew a little more. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Kaminari nodded and pushed open the double-winged door, walking down first. Kirishima inhaled one last time and slowly raised his head. His eyes immediately found Bakugou at the end of the aisle, glowing in his white suit. Kirishima’s smile came impossible wider.

Bakugou really does look best in suits.

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Questioning Neverland--My Thoughts On the Michael Jackson Controversy And Idol Worship In General

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10 days ago, HBO released a documentary called “Leaving Neverland”, which out-lines the lives of two men, Wade Robson and James Safechuck, who explain they were sexually abused by pop mega-star Michael Jackson as young boys for years, in disturbing detail.

The documentary explains how Mr. Jackson used a friendly facade to “befriend” the then-super-fans Robson and Safechuck at different times, and used his super-star glamour to charm and enchant their mothers into letting their little boys stay with this man (who, in both cases, only knew him for a few hours) at his Neverland Ranch, a sort of indoor amusement park for kids…which served a much more devious purpose than just a fun getaway with their favorite pop idol.

Because Mr. Jackson’s favorite attraction at that “park” was, in fact, his bed–where he took the boys almost immediately after meeting them…so that he could start touching them inappropriately, on a regular basis, for years and years–as if these innocent children were just his play-things. And many witnesses report that there were a lot more where that came from–no girls, no men, no women–just little boys. He even went as far as to buy an engagement ring for James Safechuck! (*shudders!*) And to ensure that nobody knew about this “dirty little secret”, he lied to the boys’ parents, brain-washed the boys into thinking that this was how people “show love” to one another, and anybody who would dare tell on him would either get paid huge sums of money to be quiet or be threatened with anything from jail-time to death.

This documentary practically shook the world when it came out–America in particular. It seems everybody’s taking sides now– one side who absolutely won’t defend him after what he did to innocent children, and another side, mostly loyal followers and family members (the Jackson Estate tried to stop HBO from releasing this documentary at first) who say that these men are compulsive liars and/or just out for his money, and that Jackson was just an innocent, child-like weirdo.

And then you’ll find people like me, who don’t know the real truth, and are confused and completely conflicted as to whether it’s better to burn or hug their posters and record collections. Now, I’m not saying I’m a fan of his work myself–but I have experienced this dilemma many times over the course of my life. In a different way than most, however.

You see, it’s odd, but when an autistic person loves something (and that can be anything from a pop star to, say, a pretty color scheme on a fictional character), they feel this sense of true love for that particular thing, and like it could never do us wrong in any way. So when anything even remotely bad does happen (and that can be anything from the character changing designs and getting an ugly new color scheme to the pop star turning out to be an abusive scum-bag), it’s complete emotional turmoil, and we feel like the thing we love had just been ruined for us forever. And this happens for two reasons–1. Autistics tend to think of things only one way or the other, and it’s weird for us to think of something in a neutral way. And 2., we’re way too emotional. Neurotypical (“normal”) people tend to think that we’re not able to feel any complex emotions or empathy. The truth of it is, we actually feel too many–far more than we can express sometimes.

There was a point where I felt like everything I love has been “ruined” for me at some point. To name just a few examples: “The Amazing World Of Gumball” had its aesthetic changed to something I don’t like after its first season. “Pastel Yumi”, a magical girl anime I really liked when I watched the first episode, turned out to have loads of fan-service (meaning characters acting sexy to please the audience) of the 10-year old protagonist. The “My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic” toys only became better-built and actually accurate to the show after I stopped liking the show (I stopped watching it after Season 3). And speaking of My Little Pony, even though I think Nightmare Moon had the prettiest color scheme of any character on the show, I’d feel bad for liking her more than Princess Luna, because call me a goody-two-shoes, but I usually don’t root for evil characters. And, the same goes for the Once-Ler from “The Lorax”.

Since then I’ve changed a lot, and I’ve started finding ways to cope with most of these things and “un-ruin” them…but that’s because they’re all small things, mostly media of different types. I feel very differently on the matter of real people–which brings me back to empathy. While I’m all for #MeToo, it also devastated me. Not because a lot of my favorite creators and directors were being put out of jobs–but because they turned out to be horrible human beings that only think of women as helpless toys that they can stalk, grab and kiss whenever they want. I’ve never been in any of these situations (*knocks on wood*), but just hearing the fact that beautiful, innocent people are getting treated this badly just boils my blood and, at the same time, makes me want to cry for years.

Yet that still doesn’t stop me from watching the kids’ sit-coms created by Dan Schneider or the Disney/Pixar movies directed by John Lasseter, and it doesn’t stop me from wanting to check out The Loud House, which was created by Chris Savino.  All the men mentioned here were very talented, but all sexual predators themselves. Which brings me back to Michael Jackson.

He was a house-hold name when I was a kid, and my first knowledge of him came from both “The Simpsons” episode “Stark Raving Dad”, which featured his uncredited voice, and the Jackson 5 song “ABC”. But I got my first real exposure to his artistry and music during my Dad’s 50th birth-day party last October, where we all sat around, ate cake and watched music videos, and we played several of his hits in a row. I fell in love with the song “Remember The Time”. I also binge-watched that corny “Jackson 5ive” cartoon from the 70’s (which featured a huge portion of their early catalogue) the following November. So to be exposed to such amazing talent and good looks only to be compelled to forget about it all a few months later because he was a horrible person certainly boggled my mind a little. (Bad or confused reactions to sudden changes in plans are another casualty of autism which can be difficult to handle at times).

Suddenly, I begun to seriously ponder my own morals. If I’m a so-called “social justice warrior”, then how can I possibly still enjoy work made by awful people? If I care about minorities so much, then why do I still get joy out of art made by people who obviously don’t care about them? If I can’t bring myself to sympathize with people with such horrible attitudes, then why is it so hard to just ignore them completely? It’s going against my character, and it’s going against my own common sense. Yet if I push these things out of my life, my life will turn up-side-down. What’s a poor puzzled panuki like me to do?

Well, if there’s one up-side to this whole Michael Jackson thing, it’s that it gave the entire world a huge lesson in the dangers of idol worship. So naturally, everybody else is writing about the same types of issues I’m having with this, and how they choose to resolve them. I looked at some of the things they wrote for answers. After looking at the opinions of several different people, I finally found the one article that rang with me the most, and it was written by Constance Grady of Vox. It’s called “What do we do when the art we love was created by a monster?”. You can read it here, but to put it more shortly, this woman basically looked to 3 different literary professors for advice and reference, and they all explained different ways of separating art from artist through different types of methods, created by classical literature theorists. Ms. Grady presented each one in her article, and how it works, to show that there are many different ways of handling a situation like this. To quote Ms. Grady: “All these tools are there, just waiting for me, just as they are waiting for you. And the moment we start to question how we should think about any work of art, we can pick them up and wield them accordingly.”

Another helpful piece of advice came, believe it or not, from Pete Davidson of “Saturday Night Live”, who gave a surprisingly insightful lecture on the “Weekend Update” segment of the show that basically said, that it’s OK if it feels right to let some artists go. But if there’s another artist whose work resonates with you on a personal level so much that they’ve become a part of your heart, you shouldn’t put them out of your life completely. But you should acknowledge that these people did bad things each time you enjoy their work. Basically, that just because someone is talented doesn’t mean that they’re just as good on the inside, and you should acknowledge that. One of the things he said was very smart: “Any time any of us listen to a song or watch a movie made by an accused serial predator, you have to donate a dollar to a charity that helps sexual assault survivors.” After reading all these articles, I found my final, set-in-stone stance on the matter, that bridges the gap between my morals and my enjoyment of a piece of art. Here’s what I think:

If you really don’t like what an artist did in real life, then directly rooting that to their art will only give the real person power over your brain, your fun, your happiness. My mommy told me that no matter what the original artist intended, a piece of art stands alone, and is open to interpretation by anybody who looks at it. Anybody. It’s what she told me to help me understand the appeal of abstract art. And on top of helping me separate art from artist, it also helps me read (some) fan-fiction without cringing, watch modern adaptations of classic books without being to critical, and on top of it all, it also mirrors the Barthes and Livingstone theory mentioned in Constance Grady’s Vox article.

Besides, acknowledging or enjoying their work doesn’t necessarily mean I support the people behind it (as far as their companies are concerned, at least). To these famous people, money is one of the most important things in the world–a lot of times, more important than other people. So unless you have some money to throw out, you’re completely anonymous as far as they’re concerned, because you’re not rewarding them for their work, even if you enjoy it.

The only time I’ll completely make an exception with any artist is if the work they make is too similar to their real life. For example, the Cartoon Network show “Clarence” is about a boy…named Clarence…who has a positive attitude, but things and does things in very weird ways. An eerie mirroring of Skyler Page, the creator, who was fired from Cartoon Network for grabbing the breasts of a crew member for “Adventure Time”, and was later revealed to be a complete mental case…by one of his best friends, who turned out to be the inspiration for one of Clarence’s own friends! (*shudders again!*)

The same thing is very real for R. Kelly, an R&B singer who I never took interest in or even listened to, but who is said to have a catalogue full of highly sexual songs, a lot of which regard age differences and mutual consent. (*shudders one last time.*)

As for Michael Jackson…I don’t really associate his songs or performances with his real self because, if you really think about it, it’s pretty obvious that his pop persona was way different from that. a lot of his popular hits never mention hanging out with little boys. He mentions girls, a lot of which actually prey on him…he also never mentions any of his child-like interests that he had in real life…in fact, I think the only connection the artist Michael has with the real Michael are a few songs that are based on the good side of him (his humanitarian values) and those that are based on his awful childhood, where he himself was abused (not sexually, but still abused) as a boy…which could actually be one of his reasons behind his own abuse crimes. Almost as if he had this secret mentality, like “if I couldn’t have a childhood, then no boy will.” Or maybe he became overly obsessed with male children because he felt like he was getting back a piece of his life that was stolen from him, but expressed his love and sentimentality for it in the most disgusting way possible. I’m not excusing it at all, I think it was still horrible and completely uncalled for. These are just a few theories I had.

Yes, these are all just my personal opinions. And of course, you shouldn’t take that, or any of my personal opinions, as the gospel truth just because you’re reading my blog–everybody has their own individual opinions. And if you haven’t really formed your own, I suggest getting opinions from everyone and everything around you–your friends, your parents, other news sources, other blogs–and see what other people have to say on the matter, and let what you find help you form your own. It’s just like building a puzzle–it takes more than one piece of information to get the full picture.

As for my big picture, the real Michael Jackson doesn’t exist, as far as I’m concerned, and doesn’t deserve to. Just his character that he plays on the stage. And just like the rest of the male characters I’m attracted to, he’s someone I’d never want to be around in real life–just pretty, talented, and charismatic. And in a world where always thinking about the little things can drive you completely insane, sometimes that’s all that really matters.