#i wasn't in a place where i should have been trusted with agency. i was a very sick child.of course i wasn't going to know what was best fo

[icouldhavebeenfree]

realizing that the situation i am in is not solely the result of a moral failing or deficiency of character on my part but is instead largely just the way things happened to have played out, and that i don't need to punish myself about it... but it is very difficult to view things pragmatically when you haven't spoken with anyone who shares the experience. it makes me feel like i am uniquely awful because like, why else would it be only me? but 1. it's not only me, i just haven't happened to meet the people who i do share the experience with... just because i can't see it doesn't mean it's not real etc... and 2. there really is no explanation because the universe doesn't have motives or a moral compass. i keep waiting for a moment to be told why this has happened and only then will i receive the key to how i can finally move on... but that's not going to happen so i just have to move on. but again it's difficult because i have no guidance from anyone who actually knows what to do in this situation. very alone in my aloneness...

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚truth bomb!‧₊˚

getting hit by a truth quirk? not so fun. dealing with it while having a huge crush on bakugo katsuki? even worse.

- ღpairing. 3rdyear!katsuki x reader. tags. friends to lovers, truth telling quirk, wingmen, kissing scenes, confessions, fighting, miscommunication trope, U-A girls love you, she/her pronoun use, fem!reader, earthquirk!reader. wc. 8k

- ღnote. i win the slowest writer ever award! anyways, i wrote this in chapter form here, this is a rework of my first work ever, and i completely changed the plot for anyone who might have read itt

this wasn't how your mission was supposed to go.

the thought ran through your head as you resisted the urge to bang your head against the concrete. that fate would probably be better than whatever you'd face having to confess, out of your will, to your longtime crush, katsuki.

but, the day started out normal enough. you were on a patrol, randomly scheduled as all your patrols usually were because of your mentor, mirko. she lacked the traditional agency and took missions as she pleased, which meant you'd usually be along for the ride.

which entailed things like this, walking boredly along the streets, running your fingers along metal pipes, trying to find something- anything to quench your eternal boredom.

it didn't work though.

you finally groaned, rolling your eyes as you looked at mirko, who seemed oddly determined. “we've been walking in this place for like– what? an hour? it's so boring!” you kicked a rock, making it clash against a random trash can.

“a deserted town is perfect, it's exactly what an up and coming villain group would want to start up. think before you speak for once.” she chided, not even looking over at you as she continued walking forth. “anyways, you should be able to feel it, can't you? they're close.”

sure enough, you could. the vibrations of their movement, the reverberation of their voices bouncing off the walls of the random alleyway of where you two stood felt as you focused your stance.

they were close. you sighed, though now of relief that you'd finally be able to beat them and get out of here as soon as you can, you stretched your hands and fingers, getting ready to manipulate the ground below you. “well then what are you waiting for? let's go!”

mirko nodded, and wordlessly followed you as you two positioned yourselves on a rooftop above the rowdy group of villains. they were laughing heartily, seemingly unaware and full of glee as they continued down the city streets. the sun was coming down, golden sunlight illuminating your figure as you closed your eyes and focused in on their positions, trusting your quirk more than your vision.

you stomped lightly and closed your eyes, feeling their positions out perfectly, as well as mirko’s readied stance beside you. nobody was around for miles, on the ground at least, so you focused in to hear their words.

mocking cries of innocent civilians left the mouth of the biggest one. “oh, please don't hurt me!” he cried, a fake squeaky voice cut off by his laughter. “oh man, what a pathetic excuse for a human.”

“fleeting the town completely in what? two days? we're the shit man.” another replied, high-fiving amongst themselves as they snickered and giggled.

they held bags of money and prized belongings in their grasps, smirks and sneers as they lugged them down the city. the one they seemed to think they ‘owned’ now that the civilians fled to safety. one that they were making a mess of.

you felt mirko’s figure, the growing hostility in her stance. the balling of her fist and her legs that were ready to pounce at any given moment.

“i'm all clear.” you whispered. “on your call, i'm ready.”

you could even feel the twitch of her ears, the wind blowing a spare leaf of the ground, but most importantly,

you felt the millisecond where she lowered to jump.

in response you launched the ground underneath you with a flick of the hand, landing yourself perfectly next to mirko. she held out a fist to the group, who jumped at the sight of you two.

“listen up losers!” she began, pointing a daunting finger at the biggest of the group, who had a literal screw growing out the base of his neck. a shiver went down your spine at the sight. “you can beg for forgiveness now, or later! which is it?”

a moment of silence passed, before one of them declared, “how about never? attack!”

half of the group focused on mirko, while the others were now facing you. you sighed, fixing yourself in a relaxed stance, before swiftly punching up to launch chucks of rock and steel out of the ground, into the bodies of the offending men coming towards you.

a few of them dodged, making you repeat the same attack again, since you really didn't feel like going full strength for villains at this level. your eyebrows furrowed as you realized one of them had taken the opportunity to make a break for it, but ignored it for now as the final guy stood against you.

mirko stole your spotlight though, landing a kick in his hand that rendered him unconscious.

“hey. i called dibs.” you whined, before walking over to her. “alls fair in love and war.” she said, before pointing to the almost comically large bags of money and jewelry. “we need to clean these up and get these guys locked up. round up the bags and i'll get the corpses– uh. bodies.”

with a reassuring smirk, she threw around the bodies into a pile, making you wince at the sound of their groans. you went to move all the money and things into an area for the collection agency.

you moved a bag or two, onto your third bag when a sound was suddenly heard behind you. “freeze.”

an unconfident, shaky, and out of breath voice filled your ears. you froze, not knowing who it was.

“n-now turn around. slowly.” he ordered. you did as he said, noting that his hand was pointing towards you in a handgun motion. the tips of his fingers were glowing a strange light green color. “o-okay. you’re gonna leave all the money there, just for me. okay lady?”

you shrugged, looking back at your work. “i mean, that was the plan anyways. a collection agency is gonna come for you and your friends soo–.”

“no, they're not.” he cut you off with a snarl. “i don't think i gave you permission to talk.”

“but you're still talking to me anyways!”

“why you– teenage brats are the worst. i tried not to kill kids, but you're annoying.” the green light emitted even brighter.

“bye.” the ray was about to shoot at you. you didn't have time to block, but mirko last minute shoved the guy to the ground.

his hand still managed a shot, though with his arm up in the air, it moved from being aimed to your heart, to..

shooting towards your mouth.

you didn't dodge in time, not expecting to get shot in your mouth of all places.

it didn't hurt, but it did feel tingly. the guy was slammed to the ground, his face flat with the floor as your hands shot up to feel the skin around your mouth.

you were.. fine?

“hey!” mirko cut off your thoughts. “you okay? what did he do to you? fuck i should've been quicker.”

“i'm fine. honestly you should have been quicker, i was really stalling here.”

“oh.. well im glad to hear you're fine at least.”

“you heard that??” you were shocked to hear her response, you only meant to say that mentally. you really were just going to say it was fine like always, so why..

why wasn't your mouth listening to you?

“no. like you don't understand mirko, i didn't mean to say that-”

“we all slip up sometimes.”

“no. like, it left my mouth before i realized it.”

her eyes widened, before thumping on the guys head below her. “hey you. what exactly did you do to her? huh?”

at no response, she wacked him against the ground again. “hellooo? i'll do it as many times as i need to-”

“no! please, fine fuck- i'll tell you!”

the collection agency finally was heard in the distance. mirko glared. “talk. fast.”

“okay, okay!” the man was once again shaking. “my quirk is enhancements, but I control how exactly it enhances the body–”

“i didn't ask for a life story. get to the point.”

“well! i wanted to aim for the heart and enhance heart rate, which would of killed her! but– um. i accident aimed for her mouth, and enhanced.. honesty.”

“i see. for how long will it be?”

“uh.. a week i think.”

“huh, why would you become a villain with a quirk like yours anyways? final question before you're shipped off to jail.”

“well, i wanted to bring out the best in the worst, to show that even we villains can triumph!”

“..okay.” she left him on the ground and walked away with you by her side. you were heading back to the U-A dorms to drop you off.

“so, you can't lie to me, huh?”

“nope.” your answer left you before you could process it, like a mental disconnection between your actions. “don't do that, it isn't funny!”

she raised her hands up defensively. “okay, okay. i won't.”

…

“so am i your favorite hero or what?”

“yes.”

“really? since when?” she chided.

“since your debut, i was a hardcore fan for a long time.”

“was?”

“learning the real you killed the rose-tint in my glasses.”

“oh..” she put a hand over her heart. “ouch?”

“you wanted the truth.” you sneered. which wasn't really the right choice at this point, since she took that as liberty to start questioning your every move.

the worst 20 questions of your life was played as you walked home, your legs burning with ache of exhaustion was nothing over the mental anguish of being around a happy-go-lucky mirko.

you finally made it, the dorms in view as she decided to ask you one final question.

“so, my darling apprentice [name]. got any more ideas for questions?”

“no! so stop asking them!”

“you're no fun. hmm, let's see. oh! do you have a crush?”

don't say it, you repeated mentally in your mind, but you felt the oddly numb sensation of the answer leaving you.

“bakugo katsuki.”

her eyes widened and jaw went slack. “seriously? i thought i raised you better.” she joked, poking your side as you went to cover your face with your hands.

the church bells welcomed you as the golden staircase was opened from the clouds. step by step you took, angels singing and a halo over your head as you were greeted by loved ones past–

but your peaceful departure wasn't peaceful for very long.

“well, as long as you're happy [name]. i'll be going now, text me!”

she walked off with a smile that made you feel sick, but you couldn't resist the urge to wave goodbye anyways.

you leant up against the gate of the opening, your arms basically clung around the pillar. catching your breath as you prepared yourself for a week of hiding, of intense planning around your crush–

“hey, you okay weirdo?”

the voice of said crush filled your ears, making you realize that it indeed can always get worse.

“no, i'm not okay.” she said, letting go of the pillar and shakily standing on two feet, feeling like a fawn standing for the first time.

his eyebrows raised like he didn't expect you to say that, his mouth hung open for a second, before he decided to just retort. “oh, sucks to be you then.”

“yes, yes it does.” you say of your own will, dragging a hand longly against your face.

face-to-face with him, the guy you'd randomly became close with over the years, the one that you'd harbored and now openly spoke of your crush on, and the one who you shared an affinity for romance manga with.

“are ya ever g’nna get up properly? or you just gonna stare like a dumbass?” he asked, which made you answer begrudgingly.

“everyone who falls has to get up, unless they're dead.

…

but uh– don't wait on me!”

“...right.” he shrugged, moving back towards the door to walk inside. acting off after a mission wasn't anything crazy after all, they all had weird days. at least that's how he rationalized it.

“oh, and i borrowed some shit from your room. i'll give it you tomorrow.”

“be gentle!”

“whatever.” he closed the door after him, leaving your with your thoughts alone. after the sun had fully left you alone, you decided to bite the bullet and just go inside. taking a deep breath, you walked in, trying your best to just make it to your room.

mina came up to you, a pint of ice cream in her hand. “[name]! you're back! how was it?”

“bad.” you answered, wordlessly asking for a bit of her ice cream.

she gave it to you, before joining you as you walked up the stairs. “wanna talk about it?”

“not really, but it'll be forced out of me.”

“what??”

you sighed, explaining what happened to you in between bites of your ice cream. “truth quirk. talk too much. can't shut up.”

mina made an ‘o’ shape with her lips, pondering it over mentally. “but it's not like you're a crazy liar, what's the big problem?”

“my crush on katsuki. i'm so scared that i'm gonna accidentally be forced to confess because of this.” you admitted.

mina, thankfully didn't overreact. for a second. until she smiled gleefully and shoved you into your room. “wait here, i got something for you.”

she left you with the pint of ice cream, your favorite flavor, which kept you good company until she came back with the girls of the class.

“i hope you don't mind.. well it's too bad if you do, because i told them all already. whoops!” she said, leading them all in and shutting the door.

“so, you're finally confessing?” momo asked, making you almost choke.

“no! this is against my will! i'd never confess in my life! the embarrassment of getting rejected is something i couldn't recover from.”

“really? i mean- i think it's pretty obvious the two of you have something special. ribbit.” tsuyu added, looking up at the ceiling of your dorm thoughtfully. “well, its not like you have a choice now. might as well just do it.” jirou shrugged.

“if you're here to make fun of me you can just leave!” you whined into your hands. “im already making myself miserable just fine!”

the girls exchanged glances, before they sighed. uraraka started, “[name] we were here to try and encourage you to do it out of your own will, but if you really don't want to.. we can help.”

“help? like how?”

mina jumped, “by making sure you don't accidentally confess of course!”

“but it won't be easy.” yaoyorozu chimed in, “we'll have to plan this out well, it's a week isn't it?”

“a week from today.. that's saturday.”

“okay guys, let's do this for [name]!” mina cheered, placing her hand in the middle of the group. the other girls all moved to place their hands on top of hers, and waited for you to finish it off.

“come on!” uraraka encouraged, making you sigh and place your hand on the top.

as you raised your hand on the count of three, hearing their cheers and hopes in encouragement for you and for their plan, you felt a bit of hope that it just might turn out alright.

they shuffled out afterwards, patting you on the back and making tiny promises as they moved out. with a final wink from mina and a whispered, “good night [name], i promise everything will work out!” they were gone.

as you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling that never changed no matter what did in your life, you allowed yourself to rest.

7 days to go.

when will this end? you thought, all the optimism from yesterday ripped from you.

insomnia arose from the anxiety that implanted a pit of dread in your stomach, it didn't let you sleep, no matter how sleepy you had gotten.

horrible scenarios played one after one, like a record player made of your nightmares. what if he rejected you in front of your school? no, what if he has a secret girlfriend and you look like a total homewrecker for confessing?

or even worse, what if he doesn't like women at all and you missed all the signs?

you squealed into a pillow, trying to escape your sorrows as you realized,

you were probably just hungry for some actual food. when was the last time you ate properly? who knows.

you slipped on house slippers and made your way down the stairs to the kitchen. you prepared a pot of chai, greeting iida and other early risers who were up out of instinct, since it's a sunday.

yawning, you scroll mindlessly on your phone while you wait for your tea to finish. a familiar voice takes you out of your bubble.

“yo.” is all he says, sliding by you by causally placing a hand on your waist, letting go only a second later.

“uh.. hey. want some tea?” you managed, ignoring the spiraling of your soul as you were met by the close proximity of his face. “yeah, sounds cool.”

you pour him a glass, letting him put the sugar in by himself as you fix one for yourself too. he looks to see if anyone was in earshot of the two of you, before whispering into your ear.

“did you see when usui jumped off the building for misa?”

“yes. its one of my favorite scenes!” you answer before you realize it, but you're slowly starting to get used to the feeling of it. “i mean, he's so cool for that.”

“yeah, but his legs would be fucked. or he'd be paralyzed for life after that fall. would've been an easy choice to make him break a leg and have ‘er take care of him.”

“but isn't that so predictable? it's better to take a unique route-”

“no spoilers.”

“it's not really a spoiler though! man, i really loved that scene. i think it's my favorite.”

“why?” he asked, an odd tonal shift in his voice.”

“i like usui.”

“no, like. do you imagine someone doing that to you?” he was close, way to close. your mouth was opening, your answer was so clear to you, it was about to be ruined, until–

“oh [name]! may i have some of your tea please?” yaoyarozu saved the day. you thanked her mentally, getting her a glass and smiling at her small wink. she hung close by, you didn't notice before, but she was within earshot.

“anyways, what were we talking about katsuki?”

“..'s nothing. see ya.”

he left her there, knees weak in worry or affection? both probably. she mouthed a thank you to momo, before going back up to her dorm to get ready for the day.

sunday, not much to do thankfully. you decided to hang out in your room for a while, drawing and relaxing, managing to catch up on a couple hours of sleep as you tried to avoid katsuki as much as possible.

though, even in this brief moment where you were attempting to avoid him, you couldn't help but notice that he tended to come to you first.

greetings and conversations started by him, fleeting touches initiated by him, small nods in the hallways of the dorms given by him, and even-

a text message left by him, asking if he could come to your dorm for just a moment. for the books.

you wondered now if he was solely coming for that reason.. could there be an off chance he was coming for you?

..no. no way, you thought. you brushed it off, and opted to make it seem like the girls were already in your room, just so you wouldn't be alone with him. can't take chances anymore.

you texted the girls the news, and the ones who weren't at the mall or busy came to see you, leaving uraraka, tsuyu, and hagakure.

you welcomed them in, “thanks for coming guys. we can actually paint each others nails since we're already here?”

they all nodded with excitement, you pulled out the limited colors you had, though they were all your favorites. they began to paint each other’s nails, while you finally texted him back. telling him to come, but that the others were here too. he only reacted with a thumbs up.

“what did he say?” tsuyu asked.

“oh, he just responded with a thumbs up.” like you summoned him, a knock was heard at the door. you went to open it, making the girls laugh quietly behind their hands. greeting you was the sight of katsuki in his usual baggy attire holding two bags of books from what you could see. you stepped outside of your room, the door behind you. “hi katsuki.”

“hey– uh, [name].” he greeted. he held up a bag and handed it to you. “thanks for um.. lending it to me.” a hand naturally went towards the back of his head, rubbing it as he averted his eyes away from you.

he waited for you to set the bag down inside the room, before holding out the second one to you.

“what's this?” you asked, accepting it as you looked into red eyes.

“well– it's some of my collection. you haven't read it before, it's so we could talk about it. or something.”

a soft smile overcame you. “i think i'd like that.”

hagakure made a casual remark, they'd been eavesdropping from behind the door, muffled remarks not quite coherent enough to be a worry. but one question had managed to reach your and his ears.

“they're so cute together! aren't they literally dating?”

his face tinged pink, but you knew you'd say your thoughts.

“i wish.”

his face looked incredulous, as if he couldn't believe you just said that. “wait- what did you just–”

but before he could finish the question that would seal your fate, the door was opened quickly behind you, uraraka placing a hand over your mouth before smiling nervously. “um, she's not in her right mind today bakugo! don't mind her.”

his eyebrow raised. “really? why?”

“because.. it's that time of the month?” she managed, making him reel back and look apologetic. “oh. ill be.. going now then. bye.” you two waved him goodbye.

he left quickly, leaving his books next to the door as he speed walked away.

you were conflicted, not knowing whether to glare at or thank uraraka, but you closed the door behind you anyways.

“are you guys serious?”

“sorry!” hagakure pleaded. “i didn't think you two could hear me, the door wasn't closed all the way!”

“i mean, we were kind of close-”

“guys! all that matters is that i fixed it!”

“what do you mean fixed it?” you cut in. “you told him im out of my mind right now.”

“it'll be okay, he likes you too much to hold it against you.” she waved it off with a smile, and held your shoulders gently. “what you really should

he worried about is school. missions come at the end of the week, but how are you gonna deal with monday through wednesday?”

“i feel like you're changing the subject. and i'm going to avoid him. easy as pie.”

they all glanced at eachother, then back at you. “sure [name]. whatever you say.”

they all bid their goodbyes soon after, hagakure still apologizing profusely as the other two patted themselves on the back for speedy thinking.

the door shut and once again you were left to plan, only this time you managed a good night's sleep.

your life wasn't completely over, at least.

you dreaded the next three days. thursday and friday were safe for you, the only person you'd have to deal with being mirko since agencies tended to schedule students at the end of the week.

you woke up and prepared yourself. it was alright eight, so you'd only have an hour before heading to school.

you'd showered and changed, fixed your hair and fixed your bag.

unfortunately, katsuki is a really good guy.

a good friend, caring too. thats why you were startled by the sight of him at your door. you didn't have time to prepare, no time to call your backup or report, because he caught you right as many of the girls just woke up.

you were still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you looked up at him, “katsuki?”

he held a bag in his hand, something that was oddly reoccurring lately. “hey, about your 'time of the month’ shit.” he placed the bag safely in your arms, and averted his eyes from you once again.

“i brought you some stuff i thought might help, since we got class today.”

“really? you shouldn't have.” you peeked in the top, seeing a stuffed animal, chocolates, a heating pad, and some ice packs.

he sighed, almost dreamily. “i wanted to. i hope you stop feeling so fucked.” a beat passes, his eyebrows scrunched as if he wants to say something more, but he chooses not to.

“see ya.” with that, he left you alone with a warm feeling spreading throughout your chest. the pink bag gripped tightly in your hands and set gently onto your desk.

the warm feeling was soon gone, replaced with a feeling of guilt. guilt for basically ignoring him.

you slumped onto your desk in the middle of the class, scribbling down notes like there was no tomorrow, taking sips of a drink you enjoyed while ignoring the growing ache in your wrist.

mr. aizawa was just going over the basics of hero courtesy again, a refresher for your on hand experience at the end of the week. you really didn't need to take notes, but you found it got your mind off the red eyes you felt looking at the back of your head.

you were almost tempted to look back, almost. but with a determination that rivaled even midoriya’s, you just kept going.

finally, the lunch bell rang. you got up and stretched, everyone got their bearings and followed suit. they all piled out, leaving you as the last one there, though you couldn't help but notice a lingering gaze stare at you, before he finally followed suit and left the classroom.

you stood there, trying to figure out what you should do for lunch, when a ‘ahem’ brought you out of your thoughts.

“[name]. i appreciate your hard work in class and all, but id like to nap this period.” mr aizawa said gruffly.

“oh! sorry! i was just leaving.” you grabbed your lunchbox and ran out the room.

now came the issue of figuring out where to sit.

it was no secret to anyone that you and katsuki would usually spend the entire lunch period on the roof together most days, you'd even go up there by yourself on days he wasn't here.

so to be in the cafeteria again was a bit unnerving for you, but you took a spot besides jirou and got out the lunch you made.

she seemed surprised to see you, but then remembered why you were here. “it's cool to see you down here [name]. you're only ever up on the rooftop making out with your boyfriend.”

“we don't even make out. and he's not my boyfriend!”

“sure. that's why he's staring over here right now. and he stares at you in class too, does he ever get tired?”

“i don't know, why are you asking me like i know him in and out?”

“okay, let's just calm down you two.” momo cut in. “[name], happy to see you.”

you nodded, “yeah? i'm happy to see you too.”

you tried your best to ignore katsuki’s eyes boring into your soul, but you accidentally glanced over at him, quickly averting your eyes away.

you finished your lunch quickly, moving to be in between jirou and momo much to their dismay. you really just wanted this day to be over.

going back to class you rested your head against the table, only participating when you actively had to. you just felt so guilty about ignore him, especially after what he did for you this morning.

you realized just how much of your day you spent with him, because when it came time to walk back to the dorm, you felt alone for the first time in months even.

he'd always been by your side, maybe even offering to go out for a small treat with you, you felt the lack of his presence like a withdrawal.

you did everything you could just to avoid him in the halls, basically even running away at one point. everyone knew now of how weird you had been acting, but it wasn't really your fault, you had a master plan to enact!

the next day was just like the last, keeping your head down and turned completely away from katsuki, turning the opposite direction when you'd so much as see his hair, partnering with someone else just so you wouldn't get stuck with him.

going home to eat dinner in your room, ignoring his texts altogether. he even called you at one point.

you shoved a pillow over your head, though it didn't serve to silence the voices screaming at you that it wasn't fair what you were doing to him, that you should man up and just confess already.

but what you didn't expect was for him to take it into his own hands.

wednesday started easily enough, same way as the last two. silly for you to think you could go 3/3, no problems encountered.

you were walking in the halls, choosing the lower floors you knew he wouldn't be in, trotting down to the cafeteria to third wheel momo and jirou.

you were almost there, when you were suddenly pulled into a vacant classroom by the hand. a hand that you'd felt many times against yours, but never with so much intent behind it.

there stood katsuki in front of you, eyes low and waiting as he looked you over.

“[name].” he started, still holding on to your hand. “we need to talk.”

“talk. about what exactly?”

“you know what. you've been ignoring me.” he let go of your hand, crossing them into his chest as he looked you over. “did.. i do something wrong?”

“what? no! it's me!”

“you?”

“yes, it's me. not you. well i mean it is you, but not like that!”

“it's my fault?”

“yes– wait no. yes and no? listen-”

“so, you're ignoring me?” he stepped closer to you, eye contact fierce as you could see the mixed emotions in his eyes. betrayal, even.. insecurity.

“yes. well, i mean i don't– you don't understand!” you tried to reason, but he scoffed.

“save it. i know when im not wanted.”

“katsuki! no-” you grabbed his hand before you even realized it, pulling him closer to you.

“i..” your brain was screaming at you to just admit it now before you would do so accidentally, but..

you couldn't.

“i can't tell you why right now, but it's not what you think.”

his eyes rolled, he took his hand out of yours forcibly. “i don't think i even want to hear that shit. shove it.”

with his hands now shoved in his pocket, he left you alone in that classroom. you walked to the table with wide eyes, never thinking you'd ever miss the feeling of being watched, but admittedly you grew used to it.

you acted that way out of fear of rejection, but did you just get rejected anyways? you hit your head against the lunch table in frustration.

“i'm an idiot.” you muttered, muffled by the material of the tables below. momo patted you on the back.

“i mean, i called it.” jirou said, taking a bite out of her food. “no way this was ever gonna work out.”

“it really wasn't the best idea [name]..” momo finally agreed, still soothing your back. “i mean, there was better ways of going about this. you just ended up pushing him away.”

“i know that now. ugh!”

“it's not too late, there's only what? three days left? you can make it up to him on saturday.”

“it's too late, i'm ruined.”

“right..”

you don't remember the rest of the conversation. you didn't remember even walking up to class, or walking out of it to your dorm. you were in a state of mourning, dreading ever seeing him again. at least for the next two days you wouldn't.

that was the only thought that could let you sleep peacefully, but it made you wake up early regardless.

sulking as you got ready in your hero outfit, walking slowly to the train station with a bag you packed the week prior. mirko texted you the location in tokyo where you'd meet up this week, standing on one of the sides of the train station that seemed pretty busy today.

as the train came to a stop in front of you, you noticed that when the door opened, a familiar face was on the other side.

katsuki.

your eyes widened and looked away from his as you shuffled in, all the seats were full to you hanged onto the bar.

you didn't look at him, though you were jealous at the fact that he got a seat and you didn't. you sulked internally, feeling your knees buckle at not only your exhaustion, but the proximity to him.

there was only a small space next to him now, the kid who'd been next to him getting off at this stop. you eyed it, and he noticed, sighing and gently pulling you towards him.

you were shoved against him, though he said nothing to you.

“kat–”

“it's nothing. don't think about it.”

he barely spared you a glance, though you felt you deserved it now. you sighed, instinctually leaning a head on his shoulder and dozing off. he didn't move you off of him.

you felt him lay his head on yours, the music from his outdated wired headphones leaking into your ear as you took a nap.

the time felt like nothing as you laid there, feeling like only a split second when you felt katsuki shaking you. “yo, [name]. wake up.” he called to you. your eyes fluttered open, squinting at the fluorescent bright lights of the train.

“hm?” you mumbled, moving off of him to get up.

“we're at our station. or mine at least.” he slung his bag around his shoulder.

“oh, this is mine too. coincidence.”

“yeah.”

at the news he grabbed your bag and held it. he waited for you to stretch you legs and neck, before walking beside you. “so, where are ya going?”

“to mirko.”

“duh, i know that. but what is she doing in tokyo of all places?”

“oh, she just tells me places to go and i get there day of. she can't tell me anything, i think it's confidential?”

“mhm. well i'll walk you to your shit, i'm a future number one hero, not an asshole.

“well..”

“then walk by yourself.” he threw your bag at you, walking faster and leaving you a bit behind.

“no, wait!”

you chased after him, and kept by his side. no matter which direction you turned, it was the same way he was going. until you finally just look at the address, and sure enough..

mirko decided to work at best jeanist’s agency.

you felt a mix of emotions wash over you. annoyance, dread, anger.

“what's up?”

“mirko chose to work with best jeanist.”

“what?”

“i know.”

“she only did it to piss me off. ugh!” she kicked a can in the alleyway. they were in eyeshot of the huge agency.

“really, why would she even do that?”

“because of you.” a hand slapped over your mouth.

“me? really?” you could hear the smirk on his face, he waltzed over to you. you were nearing the entrance now, only a staircase keeping you alone with him. you could even see the familiar white ears of your now enemy.

“what?

do you have a crush on me or something?” it was just a joke, you could hear it in his cocky demeanor.

but that didn't stop the hands that shot off your face involuntarily, as you let out a meek. “yes.”

the smile was wiped off of his face now, shock filling his expression. you ran into the doors, standing beside a mirko who greeted you warmly. a hand reaching out to grab you was now left in the air.

it felt like the air had left his lungs too.

because it turns out his feelings were reciprocal after all.

the meeting would start in a small moment, that's what the receptionist told you as you stood next to mirko, who you pulled aside to talk to.

placing your hands on either side of her shoulders, you let her have it.

“mirko, why would you choose to work here of all places?”

“i wanted to play wingman for my favorite partner. sue me.”

“but– this is making everything worse! why couldn't you have just done this in a week! or better yet- never!” you cried, stomping a foot on the floor. “

i didn't want or need any help- any now i'll have to spend tomorrow on some awkward random patrol!”

“it won't be so awkward, remember that me and that best jeanist guy will be there too.”

“like, third-wheeling? thanks a lot. that really helps me feel better.”

“think nothing of it. anyways, this is for the better. i caught wind of you and the girls’ plan. it really sucked. maybe my plan will end up working. you never know.”

“so? and what if it doesn't?”

“then what? you already got rejected didn't you?”

“yes.” a beat passed, your glare only getting stronger. “you're so annoying.”

“you love me though, anyways it's time.” she grabs your hand and guides you to the meeting room. you're sat right next to katsuki, though you do your best not to look at him. it's awkward enough just thinking about how you'd even salvage the relationship you had before, so you try not to.

you realize way too late that you'd managed to zone out through the entire mission. the map displayed virtually might as well had been in another language, the suspects and victims melting into each other, the objectives not clear.

the only notable thing to you was a random, large red circle over a part of the city. but besides that you had no idea what was going on, and based on the look on mirko’s face, listening along was vital.

you brushed it off. not thinking that it was that important, and your instincts hadn't failed you that horrifically yet.

you exited the room besides mirko, who had gotten the two of you a hotel for the two nights you were staying here. a penthouse suite awaited you. you would've been more thankful, if not for her betrayal of you earlier.

the night was swift, faster than you wanted it to be. you found yourself already in your hero outfit at the crack of dawn, trudging alongside mirko.

one word described the streets. busy, full of life. something you weren't really used to.

stealth missions and random outposts were where you were usually sent, nobody seen for ages. so maybe you should have spent a bit more time paying attention to the mission debrief..

“is it always like this?” you questioned to bakugo, who stood right next to you.

“what do you mean?”

“like. busy.”

“oh, yeah it is. always pretty boring though. no smart villain would make an attack with so many people around. at least one hero would be stationed over here.”

“guess you're right.”

“i know i am.”

and he was proven right. the side of town you two were stationed to, seperate from mirko and jeanist, was completely fine.

the only thing you two had done the whole day was save a cat out of a tree, handing it to a little girl who looked up at you with stars in her eyes as you did.

it was afternoon now, and your shift was officially over. you slumped against a wall dramatically, slipping down onto the floor as you breathed a sigh of relief.

katsuki sat next to you, a close proximity between you two not foreign usually, though with the weird back and forth that had been going on thus far, it was nice to know he still considered you to be close.

“‘m fucking hungry.” he finally said, making you laugh. “that's what you're thinking of right now?”

“no. not really.”

“well, then what is it?”

“it's you, [name].”

he takes a breath. “let me talk, okay.” he moved to face you, and at your nod, he continued.

“you confuse me. for years we've gotten close, comfortable. but all of a sudden you avoided me like the plague. i hated it.” his face changes with a mixture of emotions.

“i.. i really fucking like you. and i'm confused as if you feel the same way, you seemed pissed to even be with me right now so. it's just odd. you're acting odd.

because sometimes you're like fucking into me. you even brought me lunch at some point. and now with the ignoring me bullshit? i just don't get it.” he dropped his shoulders, eyes widening slightly.

“so do you like me or not? or should i just leave you the fuck alone?”

“yes and no.”

his face scrunched up in confusion. “so-”

“ugh! just shut up! i like you- okay? is that what you wanted to hear?”

“yes, actually.” he breathed a sigh of relief, a joking hand laid over his chest. “you're confusing.”

“i know.”

“you're close.”

“i mean you sat here-”

“can i kiss you?”

a crack of sunlight dawned through the small corridor, illuminating his eyes, and to him your body. you knew what you'd say for yourself, but you didn't mind this time.

because it's what you truly wanted.

“i thought you'd never ask.”

you felt his lips on yours in an instant, his arms wrapping around your lower back and caging you into him, the buzzing of your phone going unnoticed as he tilted his head against yours.

breathless. the only real word you could use to describe how you felt right now, after having pulled away.

you didn't have a chance to wipe your lip gloss off his face, not before mirko and jeanist stood behind you two, her hands on her hips as a smirk came over her face.

“i see someone was having fun.”

oh right. the mission..

“not like it matters anymore, but we caught the villains. i texted you about it, but when you didn't respond jeanist over here told us to come

quickly.”

she gestured over to a face-palming jeanist, who only said, “it seems you two had more pressing matters to deal with.” katsuki wiped the lip gloss off his lips, wincing at the sticky feeling left on his face.

mirko snorted, while you hung your head in embarrassment, and katsuki looked away from the two of them.

“you know what? stay out as long as you two lovebirds would like. i'll cover for the two of you.”

“what? really?”

she winked at you, and mouthed “wingman”, before turning to leave. “if you're really questioning me, i'll just not let you g-”

katsuki cut her off. “it's cool. thanks, see you losers.” he grabbed your hand, pulling you effortlessly off the ground, a bit into his chest as he led you to start walking off.

“'got somewhere cool to show ya’.” is all he said, before taking you to a restaurant he frequented, or so he told you. he ordered the spiciest plate, and you chose one to your preference. you got a dessert, he skipped out though because of his disdain for them.

“katsuki, i really should tell you something.”

“go ahead.”

it was your turn now to breath, looking up at the ceiling and shutting your eyes as you blurted out, “i was hit by a truth quirk, i avoided you because i was scared to confess to you, and now i feel guilty.”

no sound was heard other than the clacking of utensils and movement in the background, you opened your eyes to see a bakugo who looked as if he was holding in his laugh.

“seriously? that was it?” you could hear the smile in his voice, his hand moved to cover his mouth. “no- i mean that's super crazy [name], very justified response.”

“you're rude.”

“no, no i'm being real.” he could barely hide the casual giggle being let out, “like, it's crazy how hard that must've been. no immediate solutions at all.”

“well, i'm emotionally invested so obviously it was harder for me to think!”

“why didn't you just tell mr. aizawa, he could've canceled it out for you in class.”

“.. i didn't think of that.”

he couldn't help it anymore, he burst out laughing, having to cover his hand with his mouth to keep from cackling.

meanwhile, you crossed your arms and looked straight-faced. “this isn't funny at all by the way.”

he finally calmed down enough, grabbing your hand from across the table and still smirking slightly.

“sorry, sorry. fucking sore ass subject, i got it. let's get out of here already.”

“right, you ruined the atmosphere.”

“sure i did.”

he paid, and for your last stop of the day, he got you ice cream at a park. you just wanted to sit down, legs tired from the amount of walking you did today.

licking at your favorite flavor, he holds up his ice cream to your mouth to try. it was a sour, savory flavor. but you ended up liking it.

the moon was out now, greeting the two of you as you sat side-by-side, illuminating your bodies with the reflected rays of the sun.

it felt late you realized, and you looked down at your phone’s time, sighing in happiness.

it was 12:00, you were free.

“hey katsuki, ask me something.”

“uh.. did you enjoy our day today?”

“no.” a face of annoyance grew on his face, while one of excitement adorned yours. “see? it's over!”

“you can say that.”

“no dumbass! i lied, i really did enjoy today! the quirk is over.” you leaned back raising your hands in glee. “i'm free!”

he laughed, leaning back with you and looking at the constellation’s in the sky.

“well, since you're free now, i'll ask you one final question.”

“hm?” you turned to look at him, his hand rose to grab yours in his. his fingers ran over your knuckles.

“can i be your boyfriend?”

you paused, before a smile erupted over your face once again.

“you could've asked me earlier, and my answer would still be the same,”

so, obviously yes.”

he grinned, pulling you into him.

you sealed your answer with a kiss. soft, endearing, long, and truthful. his hands were tangled in your hair, your hands around the upper part of his back.

as you pulled away, you could only hope this would last forever, that the feeling of honesty and security would be forever eternal as you laid against his chest, pointing out things you'd saw in the stars.

but looking at him once more, you knew it'd be alright.

it was the truth written in the stars, after all.

end.

tags: @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @exoticrasin @lavendarstarz @hisonlyobsession @i-the-fluffo @cookielovesbook-akie @frosted-flakes @irenne-stans @lulumi1u @bakunis

[lynnaredfield3383]

Not my characters. Established relationship. Friends for a year. Reader is burned out.

Bakugo had known you since you teamed up with Kiri a year ago. Bakugo had been overseas on a mission when word got to him that you save the red heads life. Since then, Bakugo had done his research and due diligence in getting to know you.

So, when you left abruptly after finishing a joint mission, he noticed.

You had to get away before you broke. Before anyone could see you were burnt out. The sound of your phone buzzing annoyed you, and so you silenced all notifications. Today, started your weekend off anyway.

Bakugo wasn't surprised when you didn't answer his call, so he simply activated the GPS locator. All heroes were required to have them on their phone and somewhere on their hero costume when on active duty.

You heard the explosions before you even saw him. Collecting yourself was impossible as your energy was completely depleted. You honestly didn't know how you were going to get down from this roof when the time came.

Bakugo had seen your different moods and expressions, memorizing each one so when the time came, he could repay you for saving his best friend. The expression you wore now was blank, while tears silently rolled down your cheeks. Bakugo sat beside you, the heat from his body drifting towards yours.

"I'll listen and not judge," Bakugo's raspy voice was soft.

You smiled at his statement, but you didn't feel like talking. You felt numb. As that thought hit you, the dam broke and soft sobs escaped you, the tears falling faster.

Bakugo pulled you onto his lap, wrapped you in his arms, and held you tightly against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, realizing how long it had been since you'd been held.

Bakugo ran his hand over your hair, hoping it helped calm you. Your sobs had stopped, but he was damned if he knew what to do next.

"I've spent the last three years putting everything into being a hero. Not for the ranking or anything, but just to help. I haven't taken a day for myself or had a date since high school. That's pathetic, right?" You smiled bitterly as you waited for his answer.

"Nah. It's part of the job. Dating is difficult in general, but when you run yourself into the ground, it's impossible."

You gently pulled back from him and motioned you were ready to stand. Bakugo let you go, reluctantly.

"I know you feel like you owe me for saving Eijiro, but the truth is, he saved me. I was going to retire that day when he called me to assist in his mission. The week before I "saved" him, he became a friend. I needed one of those so badly. I should say, I needed a friend like him. I have plenty of friends, but Eijiro is special."

Bakugo smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, he's always been that kind of guy. But you're wrong. I mean, at first, I felt like I owed you, but now...I'm really not good at this shit."

"Feelings?" You smiled.

"Yeah, those."

"Good, because the last thing I could handle right now is someone else's feelings. Sorry, but..."

"Just tell me what you need."

"To breathe. Sounds stupid."

Bakugo shook his head and held out his hand. You cocked an eyebrow, almost questioning his intent.

"Trust me, okay?"

You took his hand, gasping when he pulled your body to his. Your noses nearly touching when you looked up into his ruby eyes.

"Umm, this isn't professional."

Bakugo smirked.

"We're off the clock."

Bakugo placed your arms around his back, and you held on tightly. You'd been flown around by other heroes, but for some reason, this was a bit scarier. Bakugo gently placed earplugs in your ears. Then he took off, explosions filling the air. When you felt the ground beneath your feet again you opened your eyes.

In front of you was a beautiful pool with an attached waterfall, the area secluded.

"Where are we?" You asked, removing the earplugs.

"My private home. I keep an apartment near the agency, but this is what I consider home. When I was in the States, I found this place. Kaaterskill falls or something in NY. It was so peaceful, so I had the architect add this into the pool. I sit here for hours sometimes to recharge."

"Thanks. I know how important privacy is to you."

"I was thinking I'll get your go bag from the agency and you can stay here for the weekend. If you want to, no pressure."

You hugged him tightly, relieved when he hugged you back. It was so good to have a friend like this. Someone you could fall apart in front of and feel safe.

"Can I just wear your clothes. I love your pine scent, and I honestly don't want to let go of you. You give really good hugs."

Bakugo was glad your face was buried in his chest, so you didn't see his pink cheeks.

"As good as Eijiro?"

"Almost."

"Guess you can let go then," Bakugo teased.

When you tried to pull back, his arms tightened around you.

"Thought you wanted me to let go."

"I know you said you couldn't handle someone else's feelings, but I like you."

You tensed up in his arms. After a minute, you calmed yourself, relaxing again.

"I like you, too. Did you mean it when you said to tell you what I need?"

"Yes."

"I'm asking a lot of you, but can we stay in and watch old 80's horror movies?"

Bakugo smirked, happy to get what he wanted without having to ask.

"Sure. Whatever you need, tell me. Oh, and you should check your phone. The agency was trying to get a hold of you after you left."

You pulled away and checked the message from the agency.

Agency: Take the next two weeks off. You're covered. Dynamight volunteered to look after you during that time.

"You volunteered to babysit me?"

"Nah. Truth is, we all knew you were running out of fuel. None of us realized you were already on fumes. So, it's my job to make sure you relax for the next two weeks."

"Is this some kind of rom-com? Like I'm supposed to fall in love with you over the next two weeks?" You laughed.

"Fall? You know you're already in love with me," Bakugo bumped his shoulder into yours.

"Hmm. Keep telling yourself that," you teased.

Bakugo smiled, pulling you into his side again. He would keep telling himself that until it became a reality & two weeks was plenty of time.

[phantoms-lair]

80

Danny Phantom x Video Game

"Condor you will be assigned a partner for this mission. Code name Potoo. He's from another agency, he'll meet you in Spain." To be honest, he was expecting someone like Krauser. What he wasn't expecting was... "Condor to Roost. That is a child." "Come again, Condor?" "Code Name Potoo is literally a child." There was no visuals on over the ear pieces, but he could imagine Hunnigan's pursed lips. "Our other branch indicated the despite his appearance, Codename Potoo wasn't a child." Our other branch was trying to get out of some shit. Because that was a child. "I don't supposed they'd be willing to offer said agents files?" "They're...classified beyond our clearance?" Hunnnigan sounded puzzled, as well she should be. They were a mission to rescue the President's daughter. Nothing should be beyond their clearance. "I think a closer look is due at our other agency. Condor out." Leon took another look at the black haired teenager who was glaring at him. Mostly looking at the shape not quite hidden under his turtleneck. Leon's money was on some kind of control collar or bomb to ensure complicity. Mission one, save Ashley. Mission two, save Codename Potoo

~

Leon had been a cop for all of one day. And maybe it was egotistical, but he felt he'd been a better cop in that one day than those two were in their entire career. They didn't question the boy on the investigation. They didn't notice the collar he was wearing. They seemed very unconcerned that people had been disappeared here lately. And when one didn't come back in a timely manner from his pee break, he'd sent Leon and the kid. If it was just Leon he'd hoped it was because they HAD noticed things were wrong and this was all contrived to separate Leon and the kid so they could make sure he was okay. But no, they were just lazy. Any attempt at communication with the kid had been met with glares and Leon wasn't entirely sure he could talk. But he couldn't blame him. Look what the government had done to him, why would he trust one of it's agents?

But the further they got into the woods, the worse a feeling he had. This place felt wrong in way he couldn't put into words. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse wen they found the house. Leon called out several times, but didn't get an answer. He apologized when they found the old man who lived there, but the kid tensed. And good instincts as he noticed the missing officers bloody id on the ground. The old man might have taken him by surprise if the kid hadn't throw a bowl off the table surprising him. Leon leapt to his feet with a spin kick that knocked the man into a wall, his neck hitting at an odd angle. The kids hands flew to his mouth. "I'm sorry you had to see that." Leon felt no regrets about killing a man who'd come after him with an ax, but doing so in front of kid was a different matter. No matter what that kid may have been forced to see prior. "It looks like one of our guides is hurt an might need medical attention. I'm going to look for him, okay?" The kid nodded, pale but still in the game. A scream lead them to the basement. Leon took lead on the search and couldn't help but draw his gun when they found him. It was the one bad habit he hadn't been able to break from Raccoon City. No matter how much it had been drilled into him that when he saw a bloody corpse that the corpse itself was not a threat, that's where his gun automatically trained. Thankfully the corpse stayed where it was. He had to get the kid out of there. "We need to stay quiet." Leon instructed. "Let's get back to the car and report this. The kid nodded, all signs of defiance gone. They moved back to the stairs, only to have the man form earlier be blocking their path. Broken neck and all. "Not again," Leon griped, earning a confused look from the kid. Still, it wasn't hard to put the dead man down again, and grab the kid to head for the car. Their path was interrupted though, by a door smashing open ,and two men leaving the previously locked off area and right down their escape route. Okay, new plan. Gesturing to be quiet, he headed down the hall towards the new area. He had to look back a few times to make sure the kid was following him, he moved so quietly. his stealth skill must have been why he was put on the mission. Sadly the new area didn't have an exit, so they went up the stairs to a small room. Leon quietly locked the door behind them. "If anyone tries to get in, barricade the door with that bookshelf." The kid nodded. Leon looked around and a small planning area caught his eye. On it were pictures of Ashley and a map of Valdelobos, with a lake marked. "Condor to Roost. I've found evidence that our target, Baby Eagle, is in the village." "Our intel was correct." Hunnigan sounded pleased. "Continue your search and I'll find what I can about the area." "Anything on the other agency." "Need to know only," Hunnigan said with an amount of frustration that mean like him, she apparently didn't need to know. "Right, Condor out." Leon shut off his comm right as there was a thud of an ax against the door. The kid was good to his instruction and slammed the bookcase down, far more easily than Leon thought he would. "We need to get out of here." Leon explained. "Follow me." He kicked out the window and dove through it. He turned to catch the kid only to find him landing by his side. He pulled them out of sight before the attackers could finish breaking down the door and see where they went. "Kid, is it going to hurt you if I take that collar off?" The kid recoiled, eyes full of fear. "I won't if it will hurt you," Leon assured. "But...I knew this girl named Sherry. She'd be about your age now. She was infected with a deadly virus and received a cure. The government wanted to take her, to make her into a weapon. And the only way they'd agree to leave her alone was if someone else took her place. Me." The kids eyes widened. "I wouldn't let them do that to Sherry. And if there's anything I can do to get you out of here, I will."

He could see hope and fear warring in his eyes until finally the kid pulled his turtleneck down, careful not to touch the medical monstrosity around his neck. Leon gulped at the sheer amount of trust he was being shown. The metal sent what felt like small shocks through his fingers as he worked on it. But the mechanism wasn't complicated and soon gave a satisfying 'clunk' as the lock unlatched.

The kid grabbed the collar flung it away as far as he could. Leon couldn't help but wince as his flesh hissed upon touching it. What had seemed like a minor irritant to him seemed to be caustic to the kid. The boy gasped for breath and made the first vocal sound Leon had ever heard him make. A sob. He collapsed to his knees and Leon caught him, holding him gently and telling him it would be okay, he's free, the government will never touch him again. The moment was broken by a cry of "¡Agarradlo!" "I'll hold them off." Leon said. "You get back to the car. Tell the officer there we were attacked and his partner is dead. When he goes to get back up flee." He lined up his shot but was interrupted by a blast of green whizzing past him and hitting the villager in the face. "I don't have to take orders anymore." The kid said shakily. "And...I want to help that girl." "This is going to be really dangerous, kid." Leon warned, trying to be nonchalant about the glowing green fire in the kids hands and eyes.. "Believe me. It's a step up from the experiments." The kid said dryly. "They were planning to torture and experiment on me till there was nothing left. They just thought using the control collar to force me on this mission would get them more funding. And my name's not kid. It's Danny." "Okay Danny. If you want to bail at any point, I'll get you out of here." "No need, I can escape just fine on my own - once Ashley's safe."

He didn't exactly plan on taking Danny's word for it, but the green fire definitely upped his survivability odds. Hopefully together they could save Ashely too.

[silverynight]

The roommate

<---Previous

Part XXIV

Izuku takes a deep breath before walking in the shopping center; there's a mall there where Kana and her family often shop.

He decides to start there because it has to look like he's actually in that place for a reason.

Making an effort to actually think what groceries he should buy; perhaps peanut butter and some jam, it's been a while since they bought any, and some dish soap.

His mind actually focuses on the task at hand when he feels someone touch his shoulder; he jumps, startled, and almost drops the peanut butter jar he's holding.

Fortunately, nothing happens as he turns around and realizes that Kana is the one touching his shoulder.

He tries not to look nervous, but part of him starts praying he wasn't too obvious and the woman isn't trying to tell him to leave her alone.

"You must be Midoriya!" She says with a smile on her face. She looks relaxed and not uncomfortable at all. "I'm Kana! Did you watch the video, do you know who I am?"

"Yes. I do," Izuku says and he's glad his voice sounds pretty normal. "I'm glad you're okay now. I hope they didn't–"

"She'd never hurt me!"

Perhaps that's a bad topic to choose because the young woman doesn't seem to like when people imply the villain tried to hurt her.

"Well... they... I mean she took you against your will at first," Izuku reminds her. He decides that instead of agreeing with her, he should act more like himself, like he would if his mission wasn't to earn her trust.

"That was because I was blinded by all that pro hero propaganda," Kana says with a passion that slightly concerns Izuku. No wonder why the therapist wanted to keep seeing her. "Listen, I know it's difficult at first, but she has faith in you!"

"I..."

"Your boyfriends are probably lying to you. They'll hurt you eventually."

"They won't!" Izuku can't help it; he reacts immediately and with a little bit of irritation because he doesn't like when people say bad things about his boyfriends. He loves them so much.

Perhaps that's a mistake; he waits for her to take a few steps back and leave him alone, but she doesn't seem upset in the slightest. It's almost like she was waiting for a reaction like that.

"It's alright! I was like you when she took me! I couldn't see the light at all," she smiles, putting a hand on his other shoulder. Izuku starts getting uncomfortable, but he resists the temptation to move away, just for the sake of the mission. "Tell me. Do your boyfriends make you happy?"

This time, Izuku decides to pretend; he doesn't say they don't, but he purposely hesitates when he answers her.

"Uhh... of course they do," he mumbles, looking away for a moment before smiling back at her like nothing happened. Only then he walks away.

She looks back at him with pity, but she keeps smiling.

"It's okay," she whispers. "Listen, here's my number in case you need anything. I can help you."

"T-Thanks," Izuku mumbles, staring down at the piece of paper before looking back at her.

She finally walks away then; Izuku suddenly feels very tired. He was too tense during their interaction, although he hopes she didn't notice.

However, the phone number makes him feel hopeful; he believes he made some progress that day.

He can't wait to tell Katsuki and Shoto.

***

Since they don't want to risk it, Izuku can't go back to the agency, at least not often because they don't want to look suspicious.

If he's being honest, Izuku truly laments that because he loves watching pro heroes work. Although, he understands it's for the best, since the villain can look like anyone, they can't be sure where they are at the moment.

"You know, we've been interrogating each other since the incident with Kirishima happened," Shoto explains to him when Izuku comes back home. "At least in the agency; I think it's safe to say that the villain hasn't set foot there, at least not in the last few weeks."

They both start making dinner while Izuku tells him what happened; he knows he'll have to repeat everything when Katsuki comes back, but he doesn't mind.

He tries not to omit any details, because he knows they're important when it comes to figure someone out. They still don't know if Kana keeps talking to the villain or if she's just a fan of their work.

"I don't like that she seems really eager to make friends with you," Shoto comments, evidently worried.

"Perhaps she just needs a friend," Izuku mumbles, even though he felt uncomfortable when she touched him. "We're still not sure she works for the villain. Right now she's just a victim."

"Was Hagakure around when that happened?"

Izuku nods.

"Yes, she sent me a text message as soon as the girl left the mall."

Shoto's shoulders relax and Izuku can't help but roll his eyes at him.

"There were a lot of people in that place," he explains to his boyfriend. "Even if she wasn't there, I don't think Kana could do anything."

"Don't look at me like that, love. You know I constantly worry about you."

Izuku chuckles and gives Shoto a kiss on the lips. He understands that none of this has been easy for any of them.

Katsuki doesn't like anything of what Izuku has to tell him, but at least he doesn't tell Izuku he should quit, even though he wants to.

"I don't like her."

"You don't like her because you're worried she could be dangerous," Izuku argues, but this time the blond pro hero shakes his head.

"No, that's not it. I have a bad feeling about her. I have had it since they released that video of her talking about the villain."

"Well, then it's even more important for me to continue with this investigation."

Katsuki narrows his eyes at that and Izuku can't help but chuckle and press his lips against his cheek.

"I'll be fine."

"You better."

The three of them agree that Izuku shouldn't contact her right away asking for help. He must wait.

And he must keep going back to that place, at least once a week, no matter how much his boyfriends dislike the idea.

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Day 2! Hey guys, you know Mike? That OC I've barely talked about? How about an au of him. This one is a bit late because This Fucker (my brain) refused to give me the words I was looking for. Once again, not proofread

Trigger warnings: self-depricating thoughts, vague references to past trauma, more may be added

Prompts: trust issues

"What do you want?"

Her voice comes out rough, scraping past her throat painfully. The crude metal mask covering the right side of her face makes it hard to place exactly how far away the mercenary is standing, but she knows it's far too close for comfort. If he decides to attack, she's not sure her improvised flail will help much. Especially not in her current state.

Hank grunts, jerking his head as if to say "come with me". Flare bristles, practically snarling at him.

"What, so you can kill me off in some dark alley, out of the way of everyone? Since when did you care about that?"

Her aggressive tone just makes Hank groan. She can tell he's rolling his eyes behind his red-tinted goggles, which makes her all the more angry. How dare he. After that fight, after what he did, after she left the team-

The anger vanishes in a flash, replaced with bone-chilling dread as he takes a step forward, grunting something. Flare doesn't pay much attention to what's being said, too focused on stepping back without tripping over rubble and winding up with her weapon, watching his hands intensely.

She sees Hank pause, almost as if worried, and raise his hands slightly to show that they're empty. The movement does little to comfort her as she steps back even more, finally finding her voice.

"Stay the fuck away from me. Don't you dare come closer"

A beat.

Two.

Hank lowers his hands, stepping back. Surprisingly enough, he doesn't seem to be looking for a fight. At least, not yet.

"Just... Just tell me why you're here. No funny business. None of that mission stuff. I know damn well there aren't any agency buildings to raid around here"

Hank lifts his hands again, and it takes Mike all he has to not flinch

"The team wants you back"

Mike almost drops the sack he's holding. Why? Why would anyone want him back? He wasn't providing that much to anyone. Not as much as he could have. Not as much as he should have, given the inconvenience he brought. It's why the argument happened. It's why the fight broke out. It's why she's been surviving in the wastelands on her own for months now.

Who would want her back? Her? The defective agent who couldn't even follow simple orders?

She doesn't realise she spaced out until a gunshot brings her back.

She throws herself to the side, towards an alley, ignoring the cracking noise her right arm makes as she pushes herself up and runs, trying to remember where she is.

Right. City. Street. Supply run. Hank. Hank?

Hank is beside her, cursing under his breath. It takes a minute to register that he wasn't the one shooting. But if not him, then who-?

Another shot hits the box in front of her face, forcing her to scramble backwards. A sniper, then. Great.

Another moment goes by before she realises how cramped their hiding spot is. Between the wall and all the crates, there's just barely enough space for both Hank and her. Provided, of course, they don't mind having to squeeze in

And yet...

He still hasn't reached for her throat. Why isn't he attacking? She can't help but flinch when he lifts a hand to shield his eyes and search the buildings for where the sniper is. Flare allows Hank to take over doing that while she tries to find a way to escape this situation before Hank changes his mind about killing her.

After all, they're no longer on the same team. Who's to say how long their little truce will last?

[kaonarvna]

We found it: a world that abhors you and I.

I've always liked the copies. It's a shame there's not more copy-content.

I always have to wonder where they begin and Genesis ends—Lazard took on parts of Angeal's mind, not just his body, after all. How much autonomy do these boys have over themselves? How much agency did they have in choosing to take on those damned genes? Were they lied to? Genesis was, over and over again. Was being shown Genesis' decay enough to turn them against the hand that fed and enhanced them?

They must have had so much trust and faith in Genesis to follow him to world's end. They knew exactly what they were up against: SHINRA; SOLDIER; the most cruel weapons and propaganda machines man had ever conceived.

Brothers killing brothers. This was the War of Beasts prophecy warned Him about, and it came with blood, and blood, and blood. The beginning of the end.

By the time that white decay set in, would there be anything left of the SECONDs and THIRDs that used to be? Or would what little remained have rotted away, replaced by panic and fear and obedience to the only goal left: pray the Gift will heal him (heal all of them)?

I like to think of them finding comfort the dark, wet, cold caverns below Banora. A place they might have a sense that home should have been, for someone. Rotting there, together, when they could no longer find the strength to fight (nor eat, nor drink, nor preen those massive wings). I like to think, that even if they had lost all semblance of self and individuality, that there is comfort in numbers, in having someone just like you to die with. Comfort in having someone just as terrified and hopeless to die with. Did they know, at that point of degradation, that they weren't Him? Did they know, the Gift wasn't coming?

And I wonder: did all of the Angeal copies leave them? What was that day like, when the last Angeal copy realised, as Lazard did, the nightmare it had been born into? That they couldn't fight that war, not end it? What pain was there, every time Angeal left them, again and again and again?

That was a long seven years.

At least they weren't alone. Genesis wasn't completely alone. But maybe being surrounded by the dying bodies of not-quite-himself was even worse than isolation would have been.

[your-divine-ribs]

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As soon as the train pulled away from the platform at St Pancras I placed the call to Alex, instructing her to alert the agency about the attack in my hotel room. I knew that the story that I’d fled in fear of a further attack seemed unlikely, I was never one to run from danger, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that the agency wouldn't know my next move. They wouldn't see me coming.

I hung up, staring at my phone for a moment. Pretty soon word would get around that I’d taken off and then the calls would start up. I had a story formulated in my mind. I’d panicked and sought refuge at my aunt's house on the South East Coast.

It wouldn't be long before the arrival of dawn, the deep violet night sky already stained on the horizon with a hint of pink from the still hidden sun. My eyes stung and my head felt foggy from lack of sleep. My thoughts strayed to Van and my heart felt heavy with the weight of my broken promises. All that he wanted was to keep me safe, and yet here I was once again, blatantly walking into the face of danger against his will. Unease shot through me at the thought of his reaction when he found out and I felt the tension seep into my already taut muscles.

My body still ached with the memory of him but it was a good ache, my limbs tight, the bruises that littered my skin, the throb between my legs. He'd temporarily satisfied something in me that I’d been yearning for, but still it wasn't enough. The more I tasted the forbidden fruit, the more I craved it. Our fleeting encounters, no matter how passionate, just weren't enough. And they never would be.

My mind tried to conceptualise a life in some distant parallel universe where Van and I might have actually stood a chance at some kind of happiness together, but the notion was so inconceivable it just added to my pain. I tried to push the thoughts away and focused on my next move instead. I screwed my eyes shut tight, letting my phone fall into my lap and I tipped my head back on the seat rest, letting the steady rocking of the train lull me.

The comfort that the thick blanket of sleep promised was just starting to envelope me when my phone erupted into life, ringing shrilly in my lap. I jolted sharply in my seat, sending my phone crashing to the floor of the carriage where it skittered under the seat in front.

"Shit!" I cursed out loud, ignoring the disapproving tutting noise from a gnarled-looking elderly man sitting in the adjacent seat across the aisle.

I bent down to grab my phone just before it rang off, but then as soon as it fell silent it started ringing again. Paul's name lit up the display and my heart started pounding.

You can't trust anyone...

"Fucks sake," I muttered, scowling at my disgruntled fellow passenger who was shaking his head, swiftly ending the call.

Immediately my phone started ringing again and I flicked the switch on the side, silencing it. It just vibrated in my hands instead, Paul's name glaring out at me once again. I tossed my phone on to the seat next to me, my vision blurring now as the tears started to gather. How the hell was I going to confront him face to face if I couldn't even speak to him on the phone?

A sob burst from me and I buried my face in my hands, feeling hot tears trickle into my palms, willing my phone to stop its incessant vibrating, picturing Paul pacing on the other end, going out of his mind... either with worry for my safety or frustration that I’d evaded meeting my violent end once again. I just didn't know which.

I started to think that maybe I should answer. Maybe I would be able to hear something in his voice, a tone of guilt, shame in his inflection. If there was a chance that I might learn something it might be invaluable rather than walking into this situation completely blind. I took a deep breath and answered the call, lifting the phone to my ear with shaky hands.

"H... hello? Paul?" The uncertainty in my voice was clear, I couldn't hide it.

His reply was immediate, a rush of words flooding through the speaker like a torrent. "Lyla! You're okay... thank god! Where are you? They're saying you've bolted. Are you safe? Tell me where..."

"I'm okay," I cut him off, trying to steady my breathing which to my dismay I realised was nervous sounding. "I... I've gone to my aunt's. I panicked. I thought they'd send someone else to kill me. I thought I'd be safe here."

There was a short pause before Paul replied and when he did he sounded panicked, his voice high-pitched and strained. "Whilst you're out there on your own, you're not safe! Come back to the agency. Right now! Where are you? Tell me and I'll send a car. I'll come and get you myself if I have to!"

"NO!" I practically shouted, eyes flicking over to the old man who rose up out of his seat and shook his head, turning and making his way down the carriage away from the commotion. "I'm safe. I'm fine. I just need some time to take stock of what's happened. I'll be back... in a few days."

"We don't have a few days!" Paul snapped, sharp and urgent now. "McCann's been sighted in London. He's after you, I'm sure of it. Christ, when I heard you'd been attacked I thought the worst... He might have followed you. Now tell me where you are!"

My mind churned with indecision. I wanted to trust Paul, I wanted to with every fibre of my being, but Van's words rang strong in my mind. I felt years of trust and comfort found in the company of this man who I’d grown to admire and believe in dispersing like dust on the wind.

"Paul...I... I can't... I need to go..." I stuttered, but before I could finish I heard the tone of another call trying to connect. I pulled the phone away from my ear to see Charles Whitman's name now displayed. The whole agency would have word of what had happened by now, the majority eager to check on my welfare, but I couldn't let my guard down. Not everyone would have my best interests at heart and I’d be foolish not to treat every single person with suspicion.

I ignored Charles' call, placing the phone to my ear again, catching Paul mid-sentence as he blabbered desperately "... on your own Lyla! Listen to me! This is very important... there's someone..."

I tore the phone away before he could finish his sentence, jabbing 'end call' on the screen, taking a deep breath that wracked me as I realised I was trembling all over.

Pull yourself together Lyla! You can't go to pieces now!

It was more important than ever that I found my inner strength, but it seemed to be ebbing away fast, leaving a weak and frightened version of myself that I barely recognised. I felt like I was in an avalanche, being swept along by forces that I couldn't control, flailing wildly to grab hold of something... anything... that would ground me, but there was nothing there.

Van... what I really needed was Van.

I turned my head to look out the window into the approaching daybreak, realising that the 'plan' that I had concocted up was flimsier than my grip on this whole situation. I wasn’t just dealing with one bent agent here. This was a wide-reaching criminal network with tendrils snaked into positions of power and governance all over the country. The thought that I could somehow take them on single-handedly was misguided and dangerously foolish, even with Van at my side. It was suicide, plain and simple. But the thought of avenging my dad still overshadowed my fears.

I dug into my pocket and brought out the matchbook that Van had given me with the name of the hotel, pictured him arriving there and discovering my absence. My mouth went dry as I imagined his enraged state when he realised he no longer had control of the situation.

When my phone vibrated on the passenger seat yet again I reached over for it, resolving to switch it off, at least for the remainder of my journey, but when I caught sight of the display I froze. There was no contact name, just a number, but I recognised it straight away. Despite only seeing it for a fleeting moment, I had committed it to memory. It was Van.

My heart seemed to thump in time with the insistent vibrations and I floundered, considering letting it ring out, but I just couldn't do it. If I did, Van wouldn't have any idea where I was or what had happened to me. He might be picturing me now, lying broken and lifeless in some dark, dingy alleyway. I couldn't do that to him.

"Van..."

I uttered his name and immediately heard a sharp intake of breath down the line, felt my whole body tense in apprehension.

"Lyla!" The desperate edge made me wince, and although the thought of him knowing my plans filled me with dread, I felt a comfort in hearing his voice. "Where the fuck are you? What happened? Are you hurt?"

I was expecting rage and the fact that I got such evident concern threw me, but I knew it would be short-lived.

"No, no... I'm ok... I'm fine..."

"Thank god. But why aren't you here? I'm at the Crowne Hotel like we discussed. What happened? You were supposed to come straight here.”

I paused, my mind scrolling through lines and rejecting each one, trying to find a way to tell him what he feared the most. He didn't wait.

"Lyla? Talk to me. Where are you?" Unease tinged his words now, but he still wasn't angry, and this just made things worse. It meant he had trusted me and the promise that I had made him. And there was no way to sugar-coat it really. What I was doing was treacherous and reckless, even by my standards.

When I spoke I could hear a slight tremor, giving me away. "Van... please don't be mad... I really need to do this..."

"What the fuck have you done? Tell me where you are!"

This time the sharpness in his voice made me flinch. There was a loud thudding noise like maybe he'd lashed out at something followed by a grunt of frustration, then the throaty growl of a car engine gunning into life.

"Please don't tell me you're heading back to the agency after everything I told you!" He cried. "Stop right now! Turn back! I fucking mean it!"

My chest felt tight, my hands gripping the phone so tightly they ached. "I can't turn back. I'm on a direct train. I need to do this. Whoever betrayed my father... I need to look them in the eye. I need to know."

More curses down the line, some muttered under his breath and one shouted out aggressively as I heard the screech of tyres on tarmac, the blare of a car horn. I pictured the scene. Van going out of his mind with worry, the realisation that he was at best a four hour drive away from Liverpool and even if he drove as fast as he could, pedal to the metal all the way, he would never reach me in time. It was outside of his control and there was nothing he could do.

"You’ve got to understand... listen to me..."

"Fucking hell Lyla, no... NO! You listen to me! This isn't a fucking game of whodunnit. You can't just walk back in there and start asking questions. These people will stop at nothing to protect themselves! NOTHING! You'll be dead within five minutes. You cannot go back there! Do you understand?"

I felt like my windpipe had closed up now, fear and dread and the beginnings of hysteria starting to creep into my system. I pulled the phone away from my ear and tried to concentrate on my breathing with my eyes screwed shut. I could hear Van's muffled shouts from the speaker but his words were indistinguishable.

This was all wrong. I couldn't stop now. Van would never let me anywhere near the agency if I didn't follow through with my plan. And then what? I might never find out the truth. No. This was something I needed to do... by myself. I didn't need anybody. My whole life since my dad had died I’d stood on my own two feet, not only facing adversity but staring it down with vehemence. I could do this. It was the only way. My mind was made up.

I brought the phone up to my ear to hear Van still in full-flow rant, anger and fear saturating his words. And it was the fear that almost made me falter, give in, listen to him. But I didn't.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I blurted, not waiting for a response, pulling the phone away and ending the call just as I heard my name shouted in a final desperate plea.

I pushed my phone into my bag this time, burying it under layers of clothing to block out the vibrations that started up with a call immediately. I screwed my eyes shut again, took a deep intake of breath, held it whilst I slowly counted before releasing it gradually.

My mind wandered, flicking to possible outcomes before it retracted in on itself, seeking refuge in the past, a perceived safety net of mine whenever I felt like I was losing my grip. I was eight years old again on the therapist’s couch, learning the steps to counter the panic attacks that had plagued me since I watched my dad's life ebb away in front in my eyes.

Another deep breath in through my nose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Out through my mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... Repeat and repeat again....

I wasn’t sure how long I stayed like that for, but eventually my heart didn't feel like it was going to leap clear out of my chest anymore and my head stopped spinning enough to try and formulate a plan.

Van was right. I couldn't just walk back into the agency all guns blazing, slinging out accusations. I had to be tactical. Much as the thought terrified me, I realised that I had to make a judgment call and put my trust in someone else. I couldn't do this completely alone.

I dug in my bag for the phone, ending the incoming call from Van trying to reach me yet again and scrolled through the contacts list, selecting the number that I was looking for. Then I placed the call and waited with bated breath for it to connect. When it did I spoke straight away, not waiting for a greeting. I spoke quickly with the strength and fierceness that I knew I would need to make it through the next part of my ordeal.

"I need to see you. Meet me in two hours. Under the railway bridge on Sloane Street. Come alone."

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CH 03 - ARCHIVE ROOM

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Author's Note: Guys, let me know if you like gifs in the middle of the text to illustrate the narrative. 🥹 And, like always, I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, don't give up on me, translating is not easy, but I did my best. Correct me as much as you can. Thanks.

Pablo Escobar was a guy who would never be without allies. He was basically a Hydra, if you cut off one head, two more would be born in place.

And with the smaller cartels, which formed the Medellin cartel, there were no treaties of trust. The gangs did what it took to keep themselves standing and alive.

Peña and Murphy would spend time in Medellin, start the day in La Catedral harvesting evidence. Then they went to the Central Agency, a former police academy that was transformed into a base, which would be heavily used in the hunt by Pablo Escobar.

This would give you a little peace at the embassy, since that way you didn't have contact with them, so often. And you could swear that the two of them were already missing you, since now to go out in operations the requests were made directly to the Colonel.

The biggest enemy of the police in the capture by Pablo was the people themselves. He used the children and the people as a shield and protection, in exchange for money, and small services.

So the president of Colombia offered on the national network, a reward of 1.4 million to those who provided information, worldwide. Anyone would think he was fucked. But Pablo wasn't just anyone. And that only set precedents for him to start a show.

This particularly doubled everyone's work. Since many calls arrived, but without any foundation. And Pablo started working with the media, messing with the head of the Colombian population, putting himself in a place of victim.

The guy was a genius. It was so cunning that it made the population forget all the deaths and blood that was on their hands. And many people ended up feeling sorry and compassion for Pablo.

President George Bush offered appropriate support from the American army. When President Bush says "appropriate support" it is worth remembering that, we were talking about a man who had been head of the CIA.

To begin with, you got a new boss, Ambassador Arthur Crosby. A navy guy specializing in Latin American issues and counterterrorism. And to the joy of Murphy and Peña, they also won a Chief, Messina. What you still had no idea if she made your life even easier or made your life even more hell, due to the bad mood of the duo of agents.

And finally, you had to leave Bogotá and go to Medellin.

When you arrived in Medellin, you were faced with a much more terrifying scenario than you imagined. The more Escobar felt threatened, the worse things got.

As soon as they arrived in Medellin, your new boss called a meeting between all of you. You had the opportunity to meet the new members on the plane on the way to Medellin.

When Peña entered the room, you were already there, next to Crosby. And strangely, you were happy to see him. Known face maybe, the feeling is not known.

But where was Murphy?

Peña took his eyes on you, you felt his eyes on you. But you were focused on keeping your attention in the words of your new boss. It was a gift that you were not relocated along with Noonan, a sign that your work has been observed.

You would follow the DEA's operations, the intelligence team and also the Centra Spike eavesdropping, which should all be sent to your Boss, outside of course, everything else. It was a lot of work

The meeting is over, and you were careful to reorganize the room while everyone leaves. Less Peña.

While you were collecting the folders and papers, you looked at him.

"Miss me?"

He smiled, walking around the room slowly.

"I thought you'd come back with Noonan."

"Disappointed then?"

He smiled again.

"I think I must be doing a good job, after all," you completed.

"With so many new bureaucracies, you will be the highlight."

"Ha ha ha, funny" you made a face at him.

Javier kept looking at you through his eyelashes smiling maliciously.

"Where is Murphy?" You fixed all the folders in your arms, and walked towards the exit of the room. "Is he okay?"

Javier offered help with the folders, but you dodged him. He rolled his eyes.

"He's fine. He's having some problems at home..."

You walked to your new table, which eventually Javier would do this way a lot. You dumped the folders on the table, opening a file behind your table, to start storing them, between one movement and another you looked at Javier who was leaning his hands on the table.

"Is Connie okay?"

"Yes... she went back to Miami"

You took a break. Looking at Javier.

"That's bad." You furrowed the corner of your mouth.

"Agent Peña? Have you a minute?" Messina appeared in the hallway behind you calling Javier.

He turned around, and nodded to her. But before he went, he took another look at you, from top to bottom, so as not to lose the habit.

"Good to see you," he said with a crooked smile. The dimple in the smile was a little appealing in those moments.

You smiled and nodded to him, continuing the automatic movement of saving the files in the archive.

That was weird. There was no provocation. You don't hear a pin. Just a normal conversation. Were Medellin's airs different? What was going on? Maybe it was everyone's nerves the best of the skin.

***

You hated Escobar more every day. After an interview that a newspaper published. The movements began to drive the department crazy.

First of all, the police were everywhere. Blockings searching everything and everyone. On the streets. In the houses. Everywhere.

The whole department moved to the Central Agency, and you being the Ambassador's representative were also there. So basically all the sectors were together and reunited.

This meant that from where you were you could hear Javi's typewriter typing in your head. It meant that you bumped into him in every corridor. It meant that you saw him every day. It meant that you were sleeping in the same place. Because they gave up dorms for you.

It was a big nightmare.

You watched from the box Colonel Pizon put the two DEA agents to the corner, making them work as if they were telephone operators, answering the calls of the tracks behind the millionaire reward.

Javi and Murphy were completely out of their mind.

It was already late, when you went down to the file room, and you were smoking in hiding, so you didn't have to leave the complex just to smoke a cigarette.

You heard the door creaking when someone opened it. And he put out his cigarette as fast as he could.

"Are you smoking in the file room?"

Peña.

"You know it's a room full of papers, right?"

"I'm already leaving"

"Sorry" Peña passed through the corridors looking for you, and when he found you at the bottom near the window he walked more wandering following in his direction in the middle of the paper box corridor, "I didn't want to be a nuisance"

You closed your eyes ignorantly, and sighed.

"Yeah, your presence is very pleasant."

You walked towards the exit, but Javier came in front of you preventing you from passing.

"Excuse me?!" You looked at him with your eyes snapped, faking a surprise.

"What did I do for you?" He spoke in that tone that you hated, because it gave you goosebumps.

You sighed.

"What do you mean?"

Javier approached, shortening the distance from you, with his head tilted running his eyes for you, from head to toe, in a way that made you disconcerted.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

You snorted while letting out a low laugh, and decided to ignore it, taking a step to the side, so that you could access the hallway and leave the room.

Javier mirrors your movement, hitting his hand on the bookshelf next to your head, preventing you from passing through it.

He leans over you, shortening the distance from your faces even more.

"I asked you a question"

His darkened eyes danced in your face.

Your mouth opened, looking for the words, trying to remember how to speak, as he entered the silent dance that Javier's eyes did under you.

It's been a while since you were like this, ready for provocation and exchange of free pins with each other.

"I don't hate you Javier, you don't deserve so much sentimental space inside me. I just can't stand the fact that you are egocentric enough not to respect my work and realize that what I do also saves lives. That without my work, without my arguments in your requirements for licenses and authorizations, you would not get a single unit of reinforcements."

Javier frowned, straightening his posture. You continued.

"You get all the merit, all the euphoria, but who is behind the table doing the operational service, it's me. The tactical only works because I use this little head of mine and deliver a perfect system for you. I think about everything. For you to execute. And I never received a thank you"

He looks to the side, and smiles. Putting the arm back under the shelf.

"So that's it?"

You frowned.

“What?”

"Do you want recognition?" He shrugs his shoulders.

You close your eyes and shake your head.

"Unbelievable" you pass by him, bumping into his shoulder.

But he holds your arm. The hands are so large that your fingers are easily circling the circumference of your arm.

You look at where his hands hold you.

"Let me go"

He pulls you close to him. You are frightened by the abrupt movement and let out an air through your mouth in surprise. You are so close to each other that you feel the heat of his body radiating over yours.

He almost touches his forehead on yours while talking.

"This beautiful little head should know that in this environment no one will congratulate you for doing your job. And that doesn't mean you don't do it very well."

You smile ironically. Maintaining eye contact, not knowing exactly what to say, because all this contact with him, the force with which he holds you pressing his body into yours, makes you feel your core throbbing.

"Funny, I see you being congratulated. For me, this is nothing more than a sexist excuse, so that a woman is not recognized in the proper way. Now excuse me, that I need to keep working so that imbecile men get their decorations"

He shakes his head without letting you go, while the eyes stuck in you are darkened.

"You always have to have the last word"

"Let me go Javier" you pull your arm to yourself "or me..."

Javier smiles when he hears your mouth pronounce his name. He pulls you back to him, holding your face, with your free hand, and pressing a kiss on your lips.

You stay still at first. Your eyes are shatangled, seeing Javier with his lips stuck to yours.

He releases your arm, and uses his hand to hold your back. Your heart is racing. Jumping from the chest.

His hands on your back press your body on him. And from then on, something took over your body.

Surrender.

He was right all along, if you couldn't escape, you would give in to your desires.

Your hands held the lapel of his jacket, gently. He breathed, with his head falling to the other side. And you tilted yours to the opposite side, so that your lips would fit. Your eyes close slowly.

Javi's index finger, gently brushing against your cheek, a soft moan coming out of his throat, with the feeling of your soft lips merging with him.

A kiss like that had nothing to do with the profile described by the other women you've heard of. It was a soft, soft kiss.

He pulled back gently, his mouths opening, his tongue running out to slide into your mouth. His nose brushed against yours as he continued to push a little forward, but then back again - your breaths mixing in the tight space between you.

You were totally delivered. Your arms went up to intertwine in Javi's neck. And his hands went down to his waist. His fingers pressing his flesh. He kissed you stronger, more intense, more in need, you heard his breathing getting heavy.

Your fingers melted over his hair. And he moaned on your lips. In response, your body pressed against his, and it was like waking up a hungry man.

Javier took a step forward, pushing you back, so that your back pressed on the shelf behind you.

His hands on your waist opened full of fingers, slide down the side of your breast. You let out a heavy air from inside you, moaning deep in your throat, while Javier's tongue fought a friendly battle inside your mouth with your tongue for the first time.

You pulled his hair, with the feeling of his fingers caressing the side of your breasts. You arched to him, and Javier lowered one hand to your ass, squeezing you flesh so hard that you could have the marks of his fingers the next day, you both moaned with the feeling.

He slid his hand to the back of your thigh, raising your leg on his side, so that he could position himself in the middle of your legs.

He held your thigh next to his hip. And he pressed his rigidity in your middle. You shuddered. Javier was so hard, it seemed like he could break the fabric of his pants. His greeting was so big and thick, you unconsciously grinded your sore clitoris against him.

Your lips parted, and the two moaned. Your two foreheads glued to each other.

"I think I found a way to make you quiet" his voice was a panting murmur, he kissed your jaw, tracing a path to his earlobe, biting it lightly. You get goosebumps, instinctively tilting your head back.

Your breathing is erratic.

You open your eyes. And it's like regaining consciousness.

"Stop!" You push Javier's shoulders.

You're panting. Taking steps backwards. Fixing your skirt.

He looks at you scared. Open your hands wrapped around your body in surrender. Confused.

You turn around, and walk away so fast, you believe you might be running.

In high heels. For The Academy. With a whole department housed there.

Shit!

[kdramajunkie-101]

Let me preface by saying, I am not trying to justify any of Do Kyung's actions. This is simply an analysis on his character. Yes, he's done bad things and should face the consequences. With that being said, I hate how his mental health is being handled in the drama. Not the way it's written per se but how a few characters handle it.

His Dad

Literally, all of what Do Kyung is facing right now stemmed from how he was brought up. Having to be perfect at everything and putting on a facade for the cameras. His dad showed NO interest in him beyond his "offerings." An example being: "Is he good enough to be my heir?,"is he good enough to commit such a crime?" He has also had to prove himself in his own family, and that can cause a person's psyche to become altered and disrupted. His dad, to me, is also a victim, and I'll expound later in Chairwoman Jo's paragraph.  Him calling Do Kyung a monster is quite ironic as well. Who could've created such a monster, I wonder? Let me guys know if you ever come up with an answer.

His Mom

She's a victim as well. She's very submissive and lacks agency. Her helplessness and naivety are actually quite scary as this makes her a tool that the father can use at any time. Her scene in the prison where she visited Do Kyung actually had me tearing up. That was what led me to even start writing this. Just her one statement, "You disobeyed your dad." That just showed how she herself can't do anything without approval from the dad. I don't even think she realizes the damage she's done to the poor child. Her also just moving on with her life after seeing her son breaking down in front of her just goes again to show how disconnected she really is. And even at the funeral, she looked like she had so much to say, but she just wasn't able to. Her entire marriage, all she's known, is serving her husband and being a "good wife." Of course, nothing else will come before that. Not even her son.

Do Kyung

Do Kyung making such a choice is understandable, to say the least. As someone who has struggled with mental health. Such a method has always been seen as the way out. Notice I didn't say easy. Because such a choice is NEVER easy. Poor guy wasn't even being treated while he was locked up in prison. Everyone putting the blame on him for EVERYTHING was so unnecessary and unfair as well. He was a jerk, evil, and downright nasty, but no one with mental health issues should be placed in such an environment.  Especially without proper medication and care.

This is dedicated to the worst character of the show in MY OPINION.

His Doctor

Ohhhhh I was fuming when he called him a psycho. I was so annoyed. Do Kyung was a patient. He was actively seeking help in an environment that ostracized mental health issues. Yes, he may not have been the nicest or taken his medication all the time, but he was still trying. He was doing the best he could in an environment that wouldn't allow for much growth. And for someone whom he was supposed to trust and tell his entire life to say something like that was just downright nasty. No matter if he was a psycho or not. If the doctor had felt that he was a threat, then he should've reported him to the necessary authorities. Disrespecting a patient is never the right thing to do. I was so elated when Do Kyung beat his a** up. Leapt from my chair in joy.

Final Character

Chairwoman Jo

This is kinda hmmm. Like I think everything that we're seeing and all the characters in the Noh family all have their respective issues due to her. In a flashback, we could see that she treated Suk Min similarly to how he treated Do Kyung. Talk about generational trauma. Of course, Suk Min would've replicated what he was taught. In this specific scene, she was talking about sending Suk Min to prison for a crime he had committed because he had gotten away with "too much." This literally shows that she had been sweeping all of his wrongs under the rug as she wanted someone picture perfect to take over her beloved company. Suk Min was never enough for her, similarly to how Do Kyung wasn't enough for him. She didn't care much for them.

I think that she saw an opportunity to right ALL her wrongs through Do Hee. Do Hee to her was a new slate. All the things she did with Suk Min and Su Ahn could've been "erased" by raising Do Hee in a less restrictive way. As she was able to do all this, she decided to give Do Hee the company. I think that was very wrong. Of course, Suk Min didn't create the company, and it isn't "his" looking from it at a more Western perspective. As Chairwoman Jo built it from the ground up, however, she had Suk Min training ALL his life with only one thought in mind. Him owning the company and carrying on her legacy. And for her to throw such a curve ball, of course, he'd be upset and pissed off. This is not me justifying all the rubbish he's done, though. I'm just saying I would be very upset if I were in his position. As such, I think Chairwoman Jo is kinda the biggest villain in a sense. Because all these "monsters" were created through her training and teachings. Plus, episode 12 ending kinda proved me right in a sense.

So that is that. My little two cents on a few characters and why I think Do Kyung isn't the biggest of villains. Poor kid needed love, and that wasn't given to him. Still, he was disgusting jerk, but he needed love. If he was given that care and affection, maybe he would've been different. If Suk Min, his dad was given more love and care and approval, maybe he would've been different as well.

[sunshinehunter]

Finished the Episode. Spoilers below

Zero sum episode. No one changed. No one grew as characters. We're in a sitcom.

Eramis had so little growth that she went backwards. So obsessed with making a place for her people she's literally just... gonna make Riis 2.0. But also fuck all the other Eliksni in Sol. Fuck all the Scorn who were changed by Fikrul and suffering. Never learned to forgive, or accept that things are different. Had no change in her hatred. Called us Eliksni slurs the entire time, 'Machine-spawn'. Then at the end called Sol a slum and how us humans were so horrible and made them 'scrabble around like insects'. Like... lady??? You came and assaulted our homeworld during our 'Whirlwind'. You bombing our major cities and ransacking our planet helped turn it into 'a war torn slum.' Wouldn't be an Eliksni season without some guilt tripping about how bad humans are for killing Eliksni like humans aren't also victims of severe Eliksni brutality uwu

Also this is not a win for Eramis girlies out there like you think it is. This is Bungie writing Eramis out of the story for the forseeable future, maybe forever! She's gone. She got what she wanted and promised us she was leaving and never coming back.

Mithrax had a magic illness that was never explained in game. 'It was hinted at in a lore tab'. Shut up. It should have been in the game. How the fuck did NEZAREC get stuck inside Mithrax? Never explained. He never even drank the fucked up tea that woke up Osiris (also then why isn't Nez in Osiris??? (I mean Saint's in Osiris but we won't get into that)) And then its just gone by the end of the Episode. So what was the entire point of it in the first place? To show us Eramis wasn't the biggest bitch in the whole solar system because she healed him? That sucks. There was no meaningful reason for his corruption other than to become uncorrupted. Bad story design.

The end of Act II made Skolas out to be this HUGE big deal that we were gonna have to deal with in Act III. He had a whole bad ass cut scene where they made him out to be a very serious threat. Never mentioned. He wasn't even in the Exotic mission. So where is he? Gathering old members of House Wolves? He's a Scorn now. He gonna be the new Scorn Kell? Am I gonna have to kill that fucker again?

Fikrul's dead. Which was unexpected. I expected them to milk out the Fikrul shit for longer. But I'm guessing they brought back Skolas to replace Fikrul so they could kill Fikrul but still have a Scorn Kell. Because no way Skolas is gonna listen to Fikrul without an echo commanding him to do so. The cutscene was pretty cool! I forgot we were injecting him so when I came out of the mirror I shot him a few more times but he was immune.

Also all the Scorn Barons are alive except the Trickster and the uh... the one who rides the motorbike (probably. We never see her). Maybe. Fikrul brought them all back to life one final time. So that's something we'll deal with in idk, 8 seasons or whatever.

Really wish Crow hadn't been so fucking stupid this season. Or Eido. Crow not even planning what he was gonna say to Fikrul in Act 1 was... boy. What a disaster. Eido's naivety was super frustrating this Episode. I still don't agree with us breaking Eramis out of jail when we did. There was literally no reason to. Eramis didn't do anything meaningful out of jail. We could have just brought her along on the final mission and it would have been about the same result. Very frustrated Bungie gives the player zero agency in the game. We're just running around like a doll pushing buttons. I don't expect Destiny to be an RPG just jfc man. At least let me SAY NO and both options getting the same results in the end. Like Eido goes behind our back or something. They did that for a quest for Drifter where you could be a snitch or be Drifter's ally and the end reward/goal didn't change but you got slightly different dialogue bc Drifter didn't trust you. They can do it!

And because everything worked out for Eido... she never had to question what she was doing. She never once considered what she was doing was the wrong thing. Just blindly trusting of Eramis at all times. I get they're trying to cast her as a sheltered autistic coded person but HOLY SHIT MY DUDES. I was also a sheltered autistic growing up and even I'm not that fucking naive. So Eido also did not grow as a character.

Can't wait for Heresy where we help Eris... do fucking who knows! Probably deal with her trauma about the lost fireteam and being in the Hellmouth. Like we do every time Eris is in a season. Because no one fucking grows as a character or learns anything. Deep is my fave Hive season because Eris isn't in it. Witch is like my least favorite because Eris dealing with her trauma for the 4th time is not a strong enough narrative to hold it's own story anymore. She got a WHOLE EXPANSION where we specifically dealt with Eris' trauma and nightmares. Why the fuck it still the only song she knows?

Fuck man let me go on a stupid adventure with aunty Savathun. Or Luzaku! I'm ready to have some damn Hive friends. We still haven't even SEEN Xivu Arath!

Anyway the Episode was... fine. For all the complaining its Fine. Onslaught is boring, PoE is whatever. Not having red boarders to chase and the guns all being hot garbage this season has made me not wanna play as much. I've used god roll versions of the guns. Not a single one is gonna replace what I already use. Also the season pass armor is ugly so I'm barely gonna hit 200.

[goshdangronpa]

When I'm not writing Danganronpa fan fiction, I moonlight as a professional content/copywriter. All the fresh discourse about plagiarism is reminding me of some formative experiences in my work life, and certain people I've met ...

My first job was with a fast-paced marketing company. The in-house writing team maintained weekly blogs for a bunch of clients, and each writer had to write two 1000-word blog posts a day. That's tough, especially for someone who was still pretty fresh in the field. We were salaried rather than hourly (!), so there was no incentive to staying late ... but that also meant the company didn't have to fret about overtime pay, so we could stay late if we needed it. I'd regularly be the last one in the office, still pumping out words in the struggle to meet deadlines.

Much of my time was spent on research. I knew little about the subjects at hand, which were sometimes highly technical, so I couldn't just BS my way through assignments. I even requested and received permission to take one client's worker education course, just so I could know what the heck I was writing about. It didn't seem at all remarkable to me. It was a job. My job. Although I could've been better, or at least faster, I simply did what needed to be done.

I learned that others took a ... different approach.

One supervisor was on sabbatical for the first couple of months I worked there. I respected them as my superior. Then I was assigned to peer-edit one of their articles, something we did with everything we wrote. One uncited claim led me to Google ... where I found a nearly identical article already published. Supervisor did the ol' switcheroo of amending sentence structures and swapping words for poorly chosen synonyms. I brought it up with them, saying I wouldn't report the incident but urged them to not do that. I can't recall what happened next, other than not trusting Supervisor anymore.

After three months passed, I was up for employee review. The bosses liked what they've read - yay! And then they said, "Here's why we're not giving you a raise." My stomach dropped. Apparently, they checked how many articles everyone wrote. I was behind on a quota I knew nothing about. If I wanted more money, I should take a page from the writer in the lead. Champ had somehow written 60 articles in the past month. Amazing! My employer set a goal much humbler than what my work friend had surpassed. If Champ could do that much, surely I could do this little.

Reader, I did my best. I stayed at the office later and later, especially as the date of my next employee review drew near. Due to my salaried status, I wasn't even paid for that overtime, but I put in the time anyway. It was all for nothing. Just a week before the next meeting, where they would've decided whether I deserved a raise or not, they laid off virtually the entire writing department. Apparently, underpaying freelancers who don't get benefits was easier.

Only one person from the crew stayed. If it was gonna be anybody, it was golden goose Champ, who maintained their insane pace. I wished them well.

Anyone wanna guess the secret behind Champ's prodigious output? It's the same reason they got fired just a few weeks later.

The reveal was a betrayal. We were friends, Champ and I, getting each other through the grind of the content mill with sarcastic humor and deep conversations. They encouraged and motivated me to keep up, all the while hiding some dirty tricks that eventually helped them stay in the race while I spun out. I was shocked to discover that I had zero empathy for them. But they deserved none, the filthy plagiarist. Haven't spoken to them since finding out.

This may not be as sordid as everything H. Bomberguy discusses in his brilliant new video. My coworkers and I were literally anonymous, with no clout to speak of, let alone abuse. Our clients were small businesses with little platform, which is why they contracted a marketing agency in the first place. Still, it hurt the hell out of me, and I wasn't even the one being copied! Plagiarism is a curse word in my household, lowest of the low (without getting into, like, actual atrocity).

And you know what? Years later, what I wrote for that company still holds up in my eyes. Those old blog posts aren't exactly the Great American Novel, or even on par with what I'd write as I gained more experience, but I put the effort into writing high-quality and original stuff. I worked hard. I still work hard. As self-deprecating and even self-loathing as I can be, I'll always pride myself on this. May you writers out there be able to pride yourselves on this, too.

[shiningwonderland]

Ranmaru Kurosaki (All Star)

Translator: Raine (Twitter: amagiyas)

Proofreader: Shu (Twitter: coldcagelord), Nadie (Twitter: nmoniag)

Editors: Lacey (Twitter: fairyharp) & Aoi (Twitter: AoiTsukihime)

Chapter One — KEEP OUT MY TERRITORY

Inside the live house, there were a lot of people busy at work.

There were people setting up instruments and other people getting the venue ready, as well as musicians.

Following the press conference, I requested for Kurosaki-senpai to be my partner.

Afterwards, when I recounted the events back to Tomo-chan, she was surprised to hear I had decided on Kurosaki-senpai as my partner.

The reason I picked him was based on a hunch… or rather, it was because I felt some sense of intuition at the time.

In any case, in order to learn more about him, I borrowed copies of Kurosaki-senpai's songs from the agency and listened to each of them intently.

While listening to them, I believed I made the right choice of trusting my instincts.

A straight-forward sound, and a straight-forward voice.

Songs don't lie. This person is very serious when it comes to music.

To be honest, I was a little bit scared after the press conference. But I don't think that he's a bad person.

I submitted my partnership request to the president, but it's been difficult to meet Kurosaki-senpai in person so I could only listen to his songs in the office.

When other members within the agency saw this, I followed their suggestion—

—and am visiting the venue where he will be playing today.

Haruka Nanami: He… doesn't seem to be here either.

Just earlier, I tried to visit him in his dressing room but he wasn't there.

Staff A: Out of the way! It's dangerous to stand in the pathway like that!

Haruka Nanami: I-I'm sorry…

It feels like I'm just getting in the way ever since I arrived.

It would probably be best to wait in his dressing room.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? The dressing room… which way was it?

Staff B: Trolley coming through! Please make way!

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry!!

In my panic, I quickly jump out of the way.

Staff B: Whoaaa there, be careful! Watch your step, watch out!

Haruka Nanami: Huh? What? Ahh, AHHHHHH!!

I managed to avoid the incoming trolley, but the momentum caused me to lose my footing on the stairs.

???: Careful!

Suddenly, someone catches me by my outstretched hand and pulls me towards them.

???: Are you okay, lady? It's dangerous here; you should be more careful.

Huh? I feel like I've heard this voice before…

???: It's dangerous during setup time, especially with how busy everyone is. I think it is best if you waited in one of the dressing rooms.

Ah… this voice too…

I quickly turned around.

Haruka Nanami: Jinguji-san! Hijirikawa-san! Good morning!

Ren Jinguji: Good morning, lady.

Masato Hijirikawa: It's been a while, Nanami. Have you been well?

Haruka Nanami: Yes! It's good to see that both of you are well too.

I heaved a deep sigh of relief upon meeting people who I knew.

Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-san are both new idols who graduated from Saotome Academy.

They are friends of mine from our student days. Since I am shy and reserved, they were the ones who cared for me and helped me.

After graduation, they both managed to debut and became affiliated with Shining Agency. Now, the two of them are busy with their respective projects.

Furthermore, they are members of the Jinguji family and Hijirikawa family, two leading business conglomerates who represent Japan.

Ren Jinguji: So, what brings you to a place like this?

Haruka Nanami: Um… the truth is, I asked to be partnered with Kurosaki-senpai for the Christmas Live and Song Festival.

Haruka Nanami: He's always so busy I haven't been able to greet him properly, so I thought I would be able to meet him if I came here.

Ren Jinguji: Ah, come to think of it, Ryuya-san mentioned something like that.

Masato Hijirikawa: If that's the case, surely it would be better if you waited for him in his dressing room? As you have seen from earlier, it can be quite dangerous here.

Haruka Nanami: Actually, I didn’t know how to get back to the dressing rooms…

As I explained my situation, the two of them looked at each other and started laughing.

Ren Jinguji: Hahahaa! So the lady has lost her way. It’s a good thing we found you.

Haruka Nanami: Getting lost at this age…

It feels kind of embarrassing.

Masato Hijirikawa: Well, I would understand. Whether it’s a live house or a theatre, the entrance that leads backstage can often be quite confusing.

Hijirikawa-san also added that there’s the matter of security.

Ren Jinguji: Then let’s escort the lady to the dressing rooms. Come on, let’s go.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry to trouble you.

Following closely behind them, we made our way to the dressing rooms.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Huh…? Oh, it’s just you lot…

Ren Jinguji: Yo, good morning Ran-chan.

Masato Hijirikawa: Good morning, Kurosaki-san.

When we got to the dressing rooms, it seemed Kurosaki-senpai had just arrived as well.

He starts to put down his things while scowling at Hijirikawa-san and Jinguji-san.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What’s your deal, loiterin’ around a place like this? Are you even working properly? You better not be doin’ a careless job.

Masato Hijirikawa: We had the day off today, so we came to observe you.

Ren Jinguji: We’re putting into practice the things that you taught us. Today, we thought that we would come see you on stage and learn from you first-hand. She decided to come as well.

Jinguji-san patted me on the shoulder.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …Hah?

He looked down at me.

Haruka Nanami: Um… I’m Haruka Nanami from the Shining Agency. Today, I….

Ranmaru Kurosaki: And why're you ‘ere as well? What’d ya come out all this way for?

He narrows his eyes and asks me directly, cutting off my words.

H-How should I answer…?

Select the phrase!

ご挨拶に…　To greet you… (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I thought I would come and greet you.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Greeting… when we’re this busy before a live show?

As Kurosaki-senpai said that, he glanced at me and scowled.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry. At a busy time like this… I guess I am in the way…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Looks like you get it. Outta the way.

When he says it like that, I don’t have anything to respond with…

お手伝いに…　To help you… (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Um, I wanted to greet you and… if there’s something I can do, I would like to help as well!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? You, help? What’s a novice amateur like you gonna do t’help?

Haruka Nanami: That is, um… I can’t think of anything straight away, but…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t try an’ offer help when ya don’t even know what you can do.

He clicked his tongue at me as he said that.

見学に…　To observe you… (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: As Jinguji-san said, I came to observe your live show…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If ya gonna observe then do what you like, I don’t care. But I don’t get why you gotta barge in ‘ere as well.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, but what I really wanted to do was greet you…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …The heck’s this greeting ‘bout?

Haruka Nanami: It’s about our partnership…

After a brief pause, he opens his mouth.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Oh, that. I did hear something ‘bout it, but I haven’t accepted anythin’ yet.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Even if it’s a mistake, I told ya not to choose me, didn’t I? I don’t need a partner.

Haruka Nanami: N-No way…

The door to the dressing room opened.

Staff: Kurosaki-san, we’re almost ready to begin sound checks. Please be on standby.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Got it. Looks like it’s time. Watch and learn.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes. Please allow us to learn from you.

Ren Jinguji: I’m looking forward to it, Ran-chan.

Kurosaki-senpai slung his bass over his shoulder and exited the dressing room.

After seeing Kurosaki-senpai off, we took our seats in the audience so that we could observe the rehearsal.

As I was walking, I recalled the exchange that I just had.

Haruka Nanami: Ahh… what should I do?

Masato Hijirikawa: You haven’t done anything wrong. Kurosaki-san is just that sort of person.

Masato Hijirikawa: You could say it’s one of his characteristics… when we first started in the Master Course, I was also quite taken aback.

Hijirikawa-san smiled wryly.

It seemed that it took a long time for the two of them to have a proper conversation with Kurosaki-senpai like they do now.

I listened to a lot of his songs but… I still don’t know much about him…

I should take this opportunity to ask the two of them about him.

Select the phrase!

性格について　Ask about his personality (+10 Love)

Masato Hijirikawa: His personality, huh. It’s difficult to explain it in a single word, but you might say he’s ‘focused’’ or ‘stubborn’. Of course, I don’t mean it in a bad way! But he may appear hard to please at some times.

Haruka Nanami: Hard to please…

Now that I think about it, he did seem unapproachable earlier.

経歴について　Ask about his personal history (+0 Love)

From what I know about him…

Haruka Nanami: In the past, Kurosaki-senpai used to be part of an indie band, right?

I heard from someone at the agency that the president scouted him when his band disbanded…

Haruka Nanami: What about before then?

Ren Jinguji: Before that time… huh…

Huh? I wonder what’s the matter. Both of them suddenly averted their gaze.

Masato Hijirikawa: That… It’s a long story, so we should save it for when we have time to explain properly.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? A-Ah, yes please.

I wonder what happened.

音楽について　Ask about his music (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: When you mention Kurosaki-senpai, my first impression would be rock but… aside from that, is he interested in any other genres?

Ren Jinguji: Ah, of course there’s rock, but he enjoys all genres and is well-versed in all of them. He’s done a lot of study on them as well.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, but rather than judging based on genre, his approach is that of looking at each song individually to form his assessment. It’s not something that anyone can do. 

Ren Jinguji: I guess you’re right… if he’s with you, someone who also loves music, I think you’ll get along well.

Haruka Nanami: I see…

I think I’ve seen a small spark of hope.

Ren Jinguji: Well, he is a shy person after all. I don’t think he’s very good at meeting new people.

Ren Jinguji: He says he isn’t good with women, but I think the real reason is he’s just shy. That’s why even if he seems a little cold, don’t give up on him.

Haruka Nanami: He isn’t good with women?

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, he’s completely different from Jinguji… It seems that his band disbanded due to trouble with women in the past.

Ah. So he is a self-disciplined person after all.

As we talked, we eventually reached our seats.

Ren Jinguji: Now that I think about it, lady. Just what made you choose Ran-chan as your partner?

Select the phrase!

黒崎先輩の歌が好きで　It’s because I like his songs (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: I was starstruck when I first heard his songs.

Haruka Nanami: They were so honest and powerful… I felt such a strong impact, like the kind that directly moves your heart. That’s when I thought I would definitely like to work with him.

Masato Hijirikawa: It’s true that Kurosaki-san’s music moves people’s hearts and lights a fire in them. You felt that too, didn’t you?

Ren Jinguji: I get it now, so the lady was knocked out by Ran-chan.

ご本人に興味があって　I had an interest in him (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Well… Of course, the first reason was his music. But I also had an interest in him too.

Ren Jinguji: Interest, huh. It’s true that Ran-chan is a very interesting person, so you won’t be bored with him around.

Jinguji-san grins broadly.

自分への挑戦　I wanted to challenge myself (+10 Love)

“What do you mean by that?” Jinguji-san asked me with a smile.

Haruka Nanami: I could say that something struck me while I was listening to his music, but I heard from many others that he’s also quite strict. So I thought it would be a good chance to discipline myself!

Masato Hijirikawa: I see, it will be good if you can face Kurosaki-san with that same level of resolve. He makes a worthy opponent.

Ren Jinguji: Using the word ‘resolve’ like that… this isn’t training, you know.

Jinguji-san looked at the both of us, amused.

Masato Hijirikawa: Kurosaki-san may be strict, but what he’s saying isn’t irrational. He is overly disciplined especially when it comes to music.

Masato Hijirikawa: So if you approach him sincerely, I’m sure he will come to acknowledge you.

Judging from the situation earlier though, it seems receiving the recognition of Kurosaki-senpai will be far in the future.

Haruka Nanami: You’re right, I have to keep working hard until he acknowledges me!

The two of them nodded cheerfully.

The sound check has been happening on stage since it started a while ago.

Each song is played one at a time, and the balance between the instruments and the song as a whole should be checked but...

Masato Hijirikawa: Hmm…? Has something happened?

Hijirikawa-san looked towards the stage, his brows knitted together.

On stage, Kurosaki-senpai and the guitarist are engaged in an argument about something.

Ren Jinguji: Come on, let’s go see what’s happening.

I hurriedly chased after the two of them.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Just what’re you sayin’?! A real pro should be prepared t’play any song in their repertoire!

Guitarist: Even so, I didn’t prepare my nylon strings today. I didn’t hear about it, so how was I supposed to know? If you needed them, you should have told me beforehand.

Ren Jinguji: He doesn’t have nylon strings?

Jinguji-san murmured in a small voice, tilting his head to the side.

Haruka Nanami: Normally, rock songs are played using steel strings, so nylon strings are only used in special cases but…

Masato Hijirikawa: Hmm. That is correct, nylon strings are usually associated with classical or jazz music.

Haruka Nanami: So an extra song was added that uses nylon strings?

But it will be difficult to prepare now, what will they do?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The interlude of this song has a classical style. The recording is also played usin’ nylon strings. Of course you should’ve brought ‘em with you.

Guitarist: The song wasn’t in the original set list, yet you expected me to bring them regardless. How can you say that when you’re the one who changed the song at the last minute?

The staff began to gather around the two to see what the fuss was about.

That’s when the conversation became heated once again.

While listening in, I learned about the live setlist and the reason for the change.

The song that was put in, I had heard it in the agency’s collection so I was familiar with it.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Changes are t’be expected in a live show. You’re no amateur, so what’s your deal?

At Kurosaki-senpai’s words, the guitarist’s facial expression suddenly became stern.

Guitarist: What was that? Until now, you’ve been saying whatever you like. But if you’re going to keep this up, then I’m leaving.

One of the staff members panics and steps in, asking him not to leave.

Staff: J-Just hold on a moment! We don’t have time for this, how about changing to a different song or making use of a synthesizer?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You gotta be kiddin’ me. A synthesizer is a synthesizer. There’s no way you can compare the sound to that of an acoustic guitar.

Staff: Come on, please. Everyone’s already waiting.

Kurosaki-senpai bit down on his lip.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch. I don’t wanna do this half-baked, but… we ain’t swappin’ the song, so let’s go with the synth…

Haruka Nanami: But if you do that, the image of the song will… it’ll change too much.

The words came out of my mouth before I realized, and everyone turned to look at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? What’d you say?

Haruka Nanami: That is, um… it’s nothing.

As I hung my head to avoid his gaze, Jinguji-san clapped his hand on my shoulder.

Ren Jinguji: It will change… and then? It looks like the lady has a suggestion.

Haruka Nanami: That is…

I lifted my head boldly but was met with Kurosaki-senpai’s sharp gaze.

What should I do? For someone like me, giving my opinion here would be far too forward..

He might get angry at me, but…

Steeling myself, I opened my mouth to continue.

Haruka Nanami: If all you do is replace the instrument with the synthesizer, the tone color will change too much. That’s why…

With shaking hands, I pulled a notepad and pen out of my bag.

Haruka Nanami: Rather than that, the best thing would be to change this guitar part to a chord, add Kurosaki-senpai’s bass solo, and then the synthesizer will play a different melody’s arpeggio during this section…

I write some notes on a piece of paper and hand it to Kurosaki-senpai.

Haruka Nanami: With this, the arrangement will be different but I think it will still contain the same image.

Kurosaki-senpai took my notes without saying anything, looking over it in silence.

The staff up on stage looked at us nervously, awaiting a response.

Haruka Nanami: What… do you think?

Kurosaki-senpai looked up from the paper, and for a brief moment I thought that our eyes met.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’Kay, let’s give it a try.

That was all he said before turning on his heel and moving to his position.

The sound checks resumed. The song from earlier began to play.

Thank goodness… the sound came out just how I imagined it.

Masato Hijirikawa: That’s amazing. Just when did your skills improve this much?

Haruka Nanami: While assisting various teachers, I saw how they dealt with these kinds of situations so…

Ren Jinguji: Well, it’s not an easy thing to do. Besides, the result isn’t bad at all.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much. I’m honored to be praised by both of you.

But I do wonder what Kurosaki-senpai thinks about it.

My heart pounded as I looked towards the stage.

Once the song ended, he closed his eyes without saying a word.

Then, he cast a glimpse at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’Kay. We’ll run with this.

He muttered that quietly and put down his bass.

As the start of the live show drew near, once again, we returned to our seats in the audience.

From here, we had a good view of everything. Already, there were a great number of fans gathering.

There weren’t just female fans; there were a good number of male fans as well.

I could feel that this sort of concert draws in a wide range of people from all ages.

It looks like fun… everyone who came today has been looking forward to this live show.

Finally, the show began.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: It’s good t’see all of you! We’re gonna start off strong and heat things up right from the top!! Come, follow me!

Enthusiasm and cheers filled the live house.

Fan A: Waaaaaahhh! Ranmaru!!

Male Fan: We’ve been waiting for thisssss!

I could hear the low tones of his bass as he played and the heated, beautiful voice that seemed to envelop it.

Loud cheers resounded in the audience, and the drums and guitar continued to stir up that excitement.

From one song to the next, the crowd were kept on their feet as they sang along, with the excitement in the venue continuing to rise even more.

Haruka Nanami: What amazing intensity…

I knew of it from his CDs and watching footage, but it’s completely different hearing it live.

Masato Hijirikawa: Yes, as expected from him. This intensity is not something that can be readily replicated.

His song resounded all throughout my body, shaking me straight to the soul.

Deep and powerful… it was the kind of song where I wanted to remain in its sound for as long as I could…

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to that intense sound.

Ren Jinguji: Heh, feels good doesn’t it? Are you hooked on Ran-chan’s sound?

Haruka Nanami: Eh? Ah… no, it’s not that…

But it really did feel amazing. I want to stay in this sound forever.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The next song is a first for us in a live. Listen well.

Ah, it’s the song from back then. I was able to tell right away by listening.

It’s different from the songs with vigorous melodies that had been played up until then.

In contrast, this song was a little more mellow.

Senpai’s bass solo. It resounded well with its tone color.

My heart sped up as I thought of how he took on my opinion and played with that in mind.

Even after that, Kurosaki-senpai continued to draw the audience in with high energy. The playing and vocals never wavered, and before I realized it, the live show had ended.

I wanted to listen to even more of it…

While thinking that, even after everyone had left, I gazed at the empty stage.

Haruka Nanami: Where is this…

After the live show—

Hijirikawa-san and Jinguji-san went to say goodbye to Kurosaki-senpai before returning home. I had been following them, but…

Somewhere along the way, we got separated. Have I always had such a bad sense of direction?

Haruka Nanami: This is worrying…

Suddenly, I heard part of a conversation going on in the middle of the hallway.

Guitarist: I guess it didn’t turn out too badly. You made the right call putting that song in.

If I recall… that’s the guitarist who was involved in the argument before the live show.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: That’s what I was sayin’, wasn’t it? It’s not a song you normally see bein’ played live. So ‘course it’ll get the audience excited.

Guitarist: But Kurosaki, that wasn’t the right way to phrase things. I was fully prepared to leave.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Can it.

Saying to call on him next time, the guitarist turned the corner and left. Only Kurosaki-senpai was left behind and…

Just when I was looking for a way out, our eyes met.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...You again. Just what’re you doin’ here?

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry! I was on my way out when I got lost…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Lost? The exit’s the other way!

He pointed me in the opposite direction to which I had been going.

Haruka Nanami: Ehh!? So it was that way the whole time…

As soon as I said that, a pressing silence fills the air.

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry! Thank you for your hard work!

Flustered, I quickly bow and prepare to leave.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Oi, hold up!

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes!?

My shoulders shake in surprise.

Kurosaki-senpai fixed his gaze on me intently.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Before, why didn’t you say anything about the arrangement on your own?

Haruka Nanami: Eh...?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: You knew from the start, right? If Ren hadn’t said anything, were you planning on keepin’ quiet?

Haruka Nanami: That’s…

At that time, if Jinguji-san hadn’t said anything, I probably wouldn’t have had enough courage to say something myself.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: So if nothing had been said, you really were planning on lettin’ things go as they did. Guess it would've been easier if you didn't know any better.

Haruka Nanami: Um…

Ranmaru Kurosaki:  You can’t even express your own opinions without relyin’ on other people. See, that’s the reason you ‘aven’t been able to debut for a year and a half, ain’t that right?

Haruka Nanami: …

I hung my head without saying anything in response to Kurosaki-senpai’s words.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I dunno how much musical talent you have, but if you don’t have anyone listenin’ to it, it’s pointless. I‘m not wastin’ my time with someone who’s not puttin’ in that effort.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Got it? Then go home. And don’t follow me around anymore.

After he had said that, Kurosaki-senpai walked past me and left.

When I stepped outside the live house, it was already very dark.

Haruka Nanami: What should I… do from now…?

Everyone had already gone home so I was left to walk the abandoned streets by myself, a sigh escaping from me.

It’s true, even if my luck was bad, I’m mostly to blame as well for not being able to debut up until now.

Ever since my time as a student, I’ve been watched over and taken care of by the people around me. It’s thanks to them that I’ve been able to come this far.

But to advance from here, it’s just as Kurosaki-senpai said; I have to move forward on my own now.

Haruka Nanami: Am I capable of doing something like that?

Just when today’s nerves, exhaustion, and my own helplessness were about to overwhelm me, I saw a warm yellow light.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, a restaurant.

In front of me was a small and cosy restaurant.

On a signboard in green lettering, the words “Kitchen Parsley” were written on it.

Haruka Nanami: I haven’t really been out this way before…

Now that I think about it, I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning.

As if being drawn in, I opened the door to the restaurant.

Old Woman: Welcome.

When I entered the restaurant, an old woman wearing a white apron greeted me from inside. From what I saw, there were no other customers around.

Haruka Nanami: Um, are you still open?

Old Woman: Yes, of course. Come, have a seat.

She led me to a table and sat me down, handing me a green, handwritten menu.

When I opened it, there were things like hamburg steak and spaghetti, like what you would find on the menu of a Western-style restaurant.

Old Woman: Have you decided on your order yet?

After a moment, the old woman came to take my order.

Haruka Nanami: Ah um, how about… could I please have the consommé and a demi-glace omurice?

The old woman took the menu from me and went to the kitchen out back.

Inside, I could see an elderly aged man.

I wonder if he’s the chef?

I looked around slowly at the interior of the restaurant. It’s old and small, but it looks like it’s been properly looked after.

Inside, on a small blackboard—

“Very Popular!! Extra Large Demi-Glace Omurice (extra hamburg steak topping add 100 yen)”

—was written.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…

The inside of the restaurant is warm, and there’s a nice scent wafting around. I felt like I had been brought back to life, and let out a large sigh.

Old Woman: Here you are, consommé and salad. It’s hot, so please be careful.

The old woman placed down a simple white soup cup and a bowl of salad in front of me.

Haruka Nanami: Wah, thank you for the food.

I took one sip of the consommé.

Hmm...!?

Haruka Nanami: Delicious… this is really delicious!!

Old Woman: Oh my, that makes me happy to hear. Honey, she said the consommé is delicious!

The old woman turned towards the kitchen and called out.

Old Woman: Even though it’s only a small shop, our consommé is properly made using bouillon. I’m glad that you like it.

Old Man: Hey, the demi-glace omurice is ready.

A voice sounded from the kitchen.

The old woman hurried away and came back with a tray.

Old Woman: Thank you for waiting. Please, take your time and eat up.

The old woman placed a plate of omurice in front of me, white puffs of steam rising from it.

A hearty amount of demi-glace sauce was coated on top of the simmering egg.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for the food!

When I stuck my spoon in, moist chicken rice could be seen inside.

Old Woman: The chicken rice is made by combining our homemade ketchup with tomato purée. That’s why it’s so fresh, wouldn’t you say so?

The old woman explains to me happily while topping up the condiments on one of the tables.

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

The sweet and juicy chicken rice, the fluffy egg, and the thick and deep flavour of the demi-glace sauce.

Before I knew it, not even a single grain of rice was left on the plate.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you for the food, that was delicious!

With a smile on her face, the old woman returned to the kitchen. After a moment, she came back carrying a small silver plate on a tray.

Old Woman: Here you are. This is on us.

Haruka Nanami: Eh, but…

The old woman placed a small pudding à la mode in front of me.

Old Woman: I’m afraid it’s our leftovers, but… you look tired, so please eat this and I hope it cheers you up.

Haruka Nanami: Wah, thank you so much.

The pudding had a strong eggy flavour, and the caramel was slightly burnt…

The exhaustion from today slowly began to seep away.

While I was eating the pudding, an old man appeared from the kitchen.

Old Man: What do you think, our cooking’s pretty good eh? It’s only a small restaurant, but we don’t cut corners.

Haruka Nanami: Yes! It’s like a first-class restaurant.

The old couple’s eyes met and they let out a laugh.

Old Man: Hahaha! That’s good. But the prices are average, so you can eat with peace of mind.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… yes.

Old Man: Say, darling. How about you serve the young lady a coffee?

Old Woman: Oh yes, right away.

Thanks to the sweetness of the pudding and the kindness of the restaurant owners, I could feel my weary heart slowly being warmed up.

I couldn’t keep being all depressed.

The next chance I had was surely the creation of the unit song for the Christmas Live.

Somehow, I had in mind the melody that I wanted to create.

I had to gather my courage and face the senpai with my own opinion. I had to tell them this was the song I wanted them to sing.

While drinking the coffee that was brought to me, this was what I decided on my own.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you again for everything. It was delicious.

Old Woman: You’re very welcome. Please come again.

Just when I was about to pay…

Thug A: Oi, Hariya’s men here. We’re comin’ in.

The door violently burst open, and a pair of men entered.

They seem a little scary… One of them was wearing a striped suit, and the other was wearing sunglasses.

Old Man: L-Leave!!

Thug B: Once you’ve paid up, we’ll leave you alone. Hehehe.

Old Woman: We’ll make it up somehow by the end of the month... we have a customer at the moment, so please leave for today.

Thug A: Tch. After we came out all this way, we’re tellin’ ya to cough somethin’ up!

The man in sunglasses began to violently kick over some of the chairs near the entrance.

The old man lost his balance trying to avoid the falling chairs and landed on his backside.

Old Man: Please stop! Ack… Oww-ow-ow…

Old Woman: Ah…

The old woman panicked, wanting to rush over to the old man. However, she could only cover her head and crouch down, shaking.

Haruka Nanami: Are you okay!?

In a panic, I rushed over to the old couple.

Haruka Nanami: U-Umm... please stop!!

Thug A: Hah? Who are you?

One of the two vulgar men glanced at me and scowled.

W-What should I do…?

I may be scared, but the old couple are in trouble. In any case, I have to drive away these people.

I stood in front of the men, blocking their way.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m a composer!

Ugh… my voice cracked.

Thug B: Well, well. So what if you are?

It seems the conversation was about money. If so, then…

Haruka Nanami: Um, I was looking to rent out this place next time and host a live show. I was here to discuss the plans for that!

I pulled out a business card from my bag.

Haruka Nanami: They told me that they were planning to use the income from that to pay off the outstanding amount.

The two men looked at the business card that I had handed them.

Thug A: Shining Agency. That’s a pretty big name…

The man in sunglasses looked at the old man.

Old Man: Ah… Ahh… T-That’s right! It’s just as the young lady said!!

Upon hearing the old man’s words, the two men looked at each other.

Thug A: There’s nuthin’ else we can do ‘bout it. Fine, we’ll leave it at that for t’day. But you know what’s gonna happen if you don’t pay up next time.

At their words, the old couple nodded in quick succession.

Clicking their tongues, the two men left the restaurant.

Old Man: I’m sorry for the trouble... thank you so much…

When I turned, the old man and old woman were both crouched down on the floor, their faces pale white.

Haruka Nanami: M-Mister!! Ma’am!!

In a panic, I quickly called an ambulance.

On our way to the hospital, the two of them began to tell me about their situation little by little.

The restaurant was opened 25 years ago, focusing on university students who attended local universities in the neighbourhood. Thanks to them, business was able to thrive.

However, since a new shopping mall opened in front of the station, almost everyone has been going there now.

Right before it opened, the restaurant underwent a small reconstruction but…

because of the sudden drop in revenue, it became difficult for them to pay off the loan borrowed for the reconstruction costs.

Before they knew it, the manager of the loan company was succeeded by someone else who was very rough in character.

It was due to that change in management that they’ve been dealing with this harrassment for the past few months.

Haruka Nanami: It seems like they’re dealing with a lot, in more ways than one…

I sighed in front of the hospital.

Old Woman: Oh, it’s you… were you waiting for us?

When I lifted my head, the old man and old woman had their eyes fixed on me.

Haruka Nanami: Ah! Are you both okay?

Old Woman: Yes, my husband strained his back in the past and it seems that old injury had relapsed. For me, it was just my anemia acting up.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so? Thank goodness…

With a sigh of relief, my shoulders relaxed.

Old Man: It wasn’t anything serious. But it seems we made you worry, didn’t we?

Haruka Nanami: I’ll accompany you back to the restaurant. There’s some cleaning up to do as well, isn’t there?

Old Man: Oh no, we wouldn’t want to trouble you further. We’re thankful to you just for getting rid of those guys.

Old Woman: Yes, at the very least, please accept tonight’s meal on us.

Haruka Nanami: No, please! I would feel bad if I did. Um, my purse…

Hurriedly, I was about to pay for the bill when I heard a familiar voice resounding behind me.

???: Hey, are you two alright?!

Huh… this voice is…

???: Hah… what’s this…? You guys look okay...

Nervously, I turned to look behind me.

Haruka Nanami: Kurosaki… senpai…!? Why are you here…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah!? You… what’re you doin’ here?!!

Kurosaki-senpai and I both asked the same question at almost the exact same time.

Old Man: What’s this? Young lady, you were a friend of Ranmaru-chan’s this whole time?

Haruka Nanami: Ranmaru-chan…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Wha—! Hey, don’t repeat what he just said! And Gramps, don’t call me that in front of other people, y’hear me?!

This time, the old man and myself drew back at almost the same time.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hah? Helped you? By drivin’ off a bunch of thugs? Just how’d y’pull that off…

After Kurosaki-senpai received an explanation from the old woman, he looked at me suspiciously.

Haruka Nanami: About that, I’m not too sure how I should explain it myself…

Old Man: She talked to them. That’s all it was, talking.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: T-Talk!? This woman did that?

Startled, he pointed a finger at me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh, well… That isn’t wrong... I guess...

Old Woman: That’s why we owe this young lady a favor.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Are you f’real?

After a while, Kurosaki-senpai turned to the three of us.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: O-Okay... I don’t really get what’s happenin’, but in any case if you did help ‘em out you have my thanks. We took up your time, didn’t we.

Haruka Nanami: Oh no, not at all. I couldn’t do much else…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: But you helped ‘em, didn’t you? You don’t have to be overly modest. Just accept it.

Kurosaki-senpai narrowed his eyes at me with a glare, before going over to the old couple.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well then, can you walk? It’s not that far to the restaurant, but I’ve called a taxi over there just in case.

“Sorry for the trouble,'' the old man said.

As the two of them walked over, Kurosaki-senpai turned around to look at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I’ll take the two of ‘em home. You better be goin’ too.

Haruka Nanami: A-Ah… if so, I’ll also follow you to the restaurant…

As I said that, Kurosaki-senpai sighed.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Just what time d’you think it is?! If I tell ya to go home, then go home!!

Kurosaki-senpai yelled and pointed his finger at me sternly.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes, right away! Thanks for your hard work today!!

I quickly bowed my head and ran off.

Leaving the hospital behind me, I walked for a short while.

Haruka Nanami: He’s right, it is quite late now.

As I walked, I looked down at my watch. What time does the last train come, I wonder?

Even then, today was… a lot has happened and I’m quite tired.

Haruka Nanami: Oh no, I didn’t end up paying them in the end!

Ahh, what should I do. I should really go back and pay. But everyone might have already left.

I sighed out loud.

It’s no good. I didn’t even have the energy to go back.

Haruka Nanami: I’ll go back there another day. Right now, I have to get on the train or…

But, huh? Which way was the station?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Found ya! Hey, wait up!

Kurosaki-senpai came riding on a bicycle, passing by me quickly before slamming on the brakes.

Haruka Nanami: K-Kurosaki-senpai!? Wha!? I thought you had already left… is something the matter?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: What are you, an idiot or somethin’! The station’s the other way!

Kurosaki-senpai shouted, pointing to the other side of the road.

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry. Come to think of it, I came by ambulance so I don’t really know where we are.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If ya didn’t know, then don’t go walkin’ off carelessly like that! Got it? Come ‘ere.

With the bike rattling beside him, he began to guide me.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Go straight along this road and turn right at the end. Once you see the pharmacy, go left! Follow the windin’ road and you should get to the station! Ya got all of that?!

When I looked in the direction that Kurosaki-senpai pointed out, I could see the faint lights of the town.

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes… I think I’ll be okay. I’ve got it!

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If y’got it, then don’t you dare mess up! Find your way on your own. ‘Cause really, I can’t deal with all of ya at the same time.

After he had said that, he turned the handle sharply and left.

But, where did that bike…?

I continued to stay there, watching the back of Kurosaki-senpai’s retreating figure as he rode off.

That night in the bath, I recalled all of the things that had happened today.

Was it by chance that Kurosaki-senpai saw me walking off in the opposite direction and chased after me?

Haruka Nanami: His tone may be harsh, but he did tell me the way home…

...What a strange person.

After finishing up in the bath, I made my way to the piano.

The live show. The taste of the omurice. Kurosaki-senpai’s strict words to me.

With all the different thoughts running around in my head, I stayed up late into the night composing.

A few days passed after that.

In order to discuss the Christmas Live unit song, I arrived at the office’s meeting room.

Haruka Nanami: Excuse me…

There was no response. Does that mean there’s no one around?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …zzzzz.

Haruka Nanami: Wah!?

When I looked down at the source of the noise, I noticed the chairs in the meeting room had been neatly pushed together, and I saw Kurosaki-senpai’s sleeping form laying across them.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hnn…? Ah… oh, you…

Haruka Nanami: G-G-Good morning!?

My greeting came out as an unintended question.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Fuaaaarrhh… what in the world. Your voice is so freakin’ loud this early in the morning. Aghhh… ouch. My head’s still poundin’.

Kurosaki-senpai began to wake slowly, yawning while scratching his head.

His hair was ruffled and messy.

Ai Mikaze: Morning.

The door opened, and in came Kotobuki-senpai and Mikaze-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: Alright, Rei-chan is here! And ohh? Ooohhhh? Ranran, are you hungover?

Kotobuki-senpai addressed his question to the still half-asleep Kurosaki-senpai with a smile.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Shut up. An’ how the heck are you still so put together after drinkin’ that much…

Reiji Kotobuki: Ahahaha, and even then I was nowhere near my limit~!

Ai Mikaze: The both of you are idols, you should be more careful.

Kotobuki-senpai laughs hollowly.

At that moment, Camus-senpai arrived as well, getting dragged into the conversation by Kotobuki-senpai.

My impression of everyone now is a little bit different from when I first met them last month.

Surprisingly, they seem to get along quite well.

Finally, Hyuga-sensei joined in on the meeting because he was worried about me.

Because this is the first meeting, we will be discussing things like the overall image of the song.

Although, I got a bit carried away and already composed a demo track…

If there’s a chance for them to hear the demo, I’m going to try and ask them myself.

Ryuya Hyuga: Okay, let’s start this meeting. Well, it’s only the first one so how about we start with a rough image of the song?

Ai Mikaze: Image, huh. So you’re referring to the direction for the musical style or genre?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yeah, that’s right. With the intention of creating an idol song, it might be interesting to mix different elements. As the composer, what do you think?

Haruka Nanami: The genre...

Select the phrase!

クラシック　Classical (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: If we adopt a classical style into the song, it might be interesting.

All of the senpai are well-grounded in music, so a classical song would also bring out their magnificence.

Camus: Hmph, how silly. Classical music is only for the ears of nobles. It is not for the likes of fools like you.

Come to think of it, Camus-senpai plays the cello. Well, he is from a noble family of counts, so he might have some special attachment to the genre.

Reiji Kotobuki: It might be interesting, but for a live concert maybe something upbeat like rock or pop would be better?

He’s right, energy would also be an important factor.

ジャズ　Jazz (+15 Love)

Haruka Nanami: What do you think about adding a jazz element in? All of you are very distinctive, and it brings to mind the image of a jazz session. Don’t you think it could be interesting?

Reiji Kotobuki: Jazz, hey? Yup, yup. Presenting a more adult-like feeling might not be so bad. What do you think, Ranran?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: We ain’t just talkin’ about the mood. ‘s not something you do half-heartedly either. It’s deep… like a form of art.

Haruka Nanami: Art… Kurosaki-senpai, other than rock, are you knowledgeable about jazz as well?

“A little,” he murmured.

ロック　Rock (+30 Love)

Haruka Nanami: After all, rock is quite cool isn’t it?

Haruka Nanami: The four of you have tough and adult-like impressions, so I think the best way to express that is through rock.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Woman, d’you think that by sayin’ rock it would make me happy?

Kurosaki-senpai glanced at me and glared.

Haruka Nanami: No, of course not…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Well, I would be happy with rock in any case…

Reiji Kotobuki: Even though you say it like that, of course you’re happy with rock aren’t you? Right, right~?

Could this mean… Kurosaki-senpai approves of my suggestion?

Ryuya Hyuga: Alright, for the style of the song, how about we try out different things when we get to the arrangement phase?

Ryuya Hyuga: Also, since this is a special unit, we’ll also be putting effort into publicity and advertising. Is there anything that you guys want to do?

Hyuga-sensei asked them, wanting to hear everyone’s opinions.

Reiji Kotobuki: Publicity? How about we do something like parade around the streets of town while singing?

Camus: You, how is that even idol-like? If there’s a disturbance, what will you do?

Ai Mikaze: What if we sent a copy of our song to every computer in the country? We could do it via the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications’ server…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Quit sayin’ such absurd things. The basis is mass communications and media. Where should we promote ourselves first?

Haruka Nanami: Hmm, the media? Maybe…

Select the phrase!

ファッション雑誌　Fashion Magazine (+20 Love)

Haruka Nanami: How about publishing a special feature in a fashion magazine?

Haruka Nanami: I think the four of you are very stylish, and if it’s a fashion magazine then female fans are sure to take notice…

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Huh… not a bad idea.

Reiji Kotobuki: At the same time, we might be able to buy the clothes we wear for cheap.

Camus: Hmph, ever the frugal person, aren’t you.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Shaddap! Bein’ able to manage your funds well is rock!

Kurosaki-senpai snapped his fingers as he said so.

映画サイト　Video Website (+0 Love)

Haruka Nanami: What if we made use of a video sharing website? Now, online video websites have a stronger influence over television.

Reiji Kotobuki: Oh, that could be interesting! We can do live broadcasts too. Presenting my very own live broadcast, “Reicast”!

Ai Mikaze: Then, the name of mine would be “Aicast”? But where’s the lure?

Haruka Nanami: I think that’s the wrong use of casting...

Camus: “Camuscast”... it’s unusually difficult to pronounce. “Camuscast”, maybe “Camcast” for short...

Ryuya Hyuga: What in the world, you guys… you realize that isn’t the point, right!

チラシ配り　Flyer Distribution (+10 Love)

Haruka Nanami: Um, what if everyone went around town handing out flyers? Wouldn’t that be pretty effective?

Ai Mikaze: That would make us feel new, but is it really okay for idols to be wandering the town giving out flyers?

Camus: That reminds me, when Her Majesty – the queen of my country – was crowned, we all walked around handing out notices. That was… splendid…

Camus-senpai is absent-mindedly lost in thought.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Not a bad idea, meetin’ our audience personally. Except no one does it these days.

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m sorry.

Ryuya Hyuga: Well, let’s also take those opinions into account and think about how to develop our advertisement.

We talked about the plans leading up to the date and everyone’s schedules. After briefly going over everything required, we are finally able to take a break.

Ai Mikaze: Then, is that all for today? How about we decide on the date for the next meeting?

Mikaze-senpai, who had been taking minutes for the meeting looked up from his laptop.

This could be my chance.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um...! Excuse me, if it’s okay, could I please ask for a moment of your time?

At my words, everyone turned to look towards me.

Haruka Nanami: Aahh…

The next words won’t come out.

“Ah”, Hyuga-sensei chimed in as if he had remembered something.

Ryuya Hyuga: You made a demo track, didn’t you? Will you let us hear it?

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes! The truth is… before this meeting, I went ahead on my own and composed a demo track.

At my sudden remark, everyone’s eyes went wide. Only Kurosaki-senpai’s eyes remained sharp.

Haruka Nanami: Um… would you please listen to it?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Hmph… let’s hear it then.

Kurosaki-senpai lightly crossed his arms.

Haruka Nanami: O-Okay!

Nervously, I began to play the demo track.

SONG: "QUARTET NIGHT" (S RANK)

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...

After listening to the song, Kurosaki-senpai remained perfectly still and quiet, hardly moving an inch.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… how was it?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: …’sn’t bad.

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

I couldn’t hear what he said very well and without thinking, I asked him again.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I said it wasn’t bad. Don’t make me repeat myself.

Could it be… he liked it?

Haruka Nanami: Y-Yes! Thank you very much!

SONG: "QUARTET NIGHT" (A-B RANK)

Kurosaki-senpai dropped the sheet music he was looking at onto the table with a thud.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: We’re not about to do a careless job ‘ere. The bass ain’t bad, but it’s ruined by the arrangement. You need to think more about the song.

Haruka Nanami: That means…?

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I‘m sayin’ the song itself ain’t bad. Redo the demo again and come back!

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

SONG: "QUARTET NIGHT" (C-D RANK)

Ranmaru Kurosaki: ...Just what is this mess? Is this all a joke t’you?

Haruka Nanami: I… I’m sorry! Now that I listen again, there isn’t a lot of coherence and it feels inconsistent...

Kurosaki-senpai flips through the sheet music on the table before glaring at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: If you understand, then you better do somethin’ about it. You have the basics, don’t slack off when implementing the finishing touches.

It seems he approves of the composition for now.

I’m going to try again.

______________________________

I wonder how everyone else felt about it.

Nervously, I looked at each of them.

Ai Mikaze: I don’t think it was as bad as what I had been expecting. You’ve managed to capture each of our traits, so if you work yourself to death from here on out, I think we’ll be able to manage.

Haruka Nanami: To death…

But it seems like he approves.

Next to Mikaze-senpai, Camus-senpai smoothly adds sugar to his coffee.

Haruka Nanami: Camus-senpai, what did you think of it...?

I asked him this question and waited for him to finish adding sugar to his cup.

It was an unbelievable amount.

Taking a small taste of his coffee, Camus-senpai sighed deeply.

Camus: At the very least, it seems like it will not require any extra effort. I will sing with my all during the performance, so you just need to do something about Kurosaki, child.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t just go off sayin’ what you like. ‘Sides, I don’t remember acceptin’ any partnership.

Kurosaki-senpai glared at Camus-senpai.

Reiji Kotobuki: I see, Kouhai-chan it looks like you’ve got some talent in the musical aspect of things. Where the problem lies is with your ability to communicate.

Kotobuki-senpai gently pointed out my weakness, and without thinking I looked down at the floor.

Reiji Kotobuki: Well, in saying so, what I mean is that you and Ranran are kind of similar. I think you would make a good partner~.

Haruka Nanami: Me and Kurosaki-senpai?

Is that… so…?

Kurosaki-senpai suddenly kicked over a chair and stood up.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Don’t gimme that crap. Just where do ya think this woman and I are similar?!

He went and grabbed Kotobuki-senpai by the collar of his shirt.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ack! Hey there, no violence! Sorry, I’m sorry! Please forgive me! Ai-Ai, Myu-chan, c’mon help a guy out!

Ai Mikaze: Hmm? But it doesn’t involve me.

Camus: I have no interest in the disputes of fools. Do what you want…

Ryuya Hyuga: Hey Ranmaru, knock it off.

At Hyuga-sensei’s words, Kurosaki-senpai reluctantly let go of Kotobuki-senpai.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch, partner… it’s tiresome enough that she’s a woman.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: But on top o’that, I refuse to deal with someone who always looks so spaced out. You can do whatever ya like ‘bout the rest.

Upon saying that, Kurosaki-senpai grabs his jacket and heads towards the door.

He closed the door roughly and left the meeting room.

Reiji Kotobuki: Ah, man. He’s just trying to act all tough.

But he listened to my song properly… or so I thought.

I let out a small sigh.

Ryuya Hyuga: Geez, that guy’s a real piece of work, huh.

With the meeting over, everyone went about their separate jobs.

While cleaning up the meeting room, I spoke a little bit with Hyuga-sensei.

I told him about what Kurosaki-senpai said to me the other day.

I told him about how he didn’t acknowledge me as his partner, how I couldn’t voice my own opinions and him getting angry about it, and things like that.

Ryuya Hyuga: Although, it’s not like there isn’t any truth in what Ranmaru is saying. I think you have talent for composing, but even now you still remain reserved in some areas.

Ryuya Hyuga: If you don’t do something about it, it might be difficult for you to become independent as a composer.

Haruka Nanami: ...Yes.

I knew that Kurosaki-senpai was making a fair point when he said those things. I couldn’t do anything but nod my head in agreement.

Ryuya Hyuga: Even though I say that, he’s taking things way too far. As much as he doesn’t like doing things with other people, and saying he doesn’t like women, this is work.

Ryuya Hyuga: If he’s running away just because he doesn’t like something, doesn’t that mean he’s no different than a kid?

“He’s usually not this stubborn when it comes to work though,” Hyuga-sensei said to me with a sigh.

Ryuya Hyuga: But in contrast to his extreme way of doing things, you have to admit he has a great talent for music.

Ryuya Hyuga: On top of that, just like you, he isn’t great with words but he’s got loads of talent for writing songs. Maybe there, you’ll be able to figure something out.

Haruka Nanami: Talent for writing songs…

Ryuya Hyuga: It’s not like he said your song was bad or anything before, right? Doesn’t that mean he acknowledges the song as a whole? That’s rare for Ranmaru.

Haruka Nanami: Is that so?

Ryuya Hyuga: Yeah, if he really thought it was bad, he would tell you so until the very end… if he didn’t say anything, then you did well.

I could only nod while recalling his menacing look during the live show.

Ryuya Hyuga: The rest is up to you and your persistence… if you’re going to give up here, that’s it. But if you’re not willing to give up, then how about you try keeping at it a little more?

Ryuya Hyuga: Students do everything they’re told. Newcomers get help from those around them.

Ryuya Hyuga: But if you want to be more than that, you have to think for yourself and make your own decisions. This will be good training for you.

Haruka Nanami: Training...

Ryuya Hyuga: That’s right. How are you going to win over the other person? Think of a strategy. If you don't show others your enthusiasm, you can’t expect to establish human relations.

Strategy, appeal. They’re requiring such advanced concepts from me, and it makes me feel overwhelmed.

Seeing this, the corner of Sensei’s mouth twitches upwards.

Ryuya Hyuga: If he still continues to make trouble for you after that, I’ll go over there and drag him out myself. Don’t worry about it.

Haruka Nanami: I understand! I’ll do my best.

Ryuya Hyuga: That’s the spirit. I’m expecting good things from you.

As he was leaving, Sensei patted me on the back with a smack.

After leaving the office, I visited a café in the neighborhood.

Strategy, huh…

While drinking my cafe latté, I let myself lean against the back of the chair.

Beyond the pillar, I could hear the conversation of the table next to me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Sorry for bein’ late. My last appointment ran overtime.

Huh…?

Kurosaki-senpai is sitting across from a man in a black suit.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: For this month.

He lays a white envelope on the table.

The suited man takes the envelope and examines the contents.

Man in Suit: Alright, I’ve received it… I must say, you’ve worked hard. At this rate, someday you might actually finish the repayments.

As he said that, the suited man put away the envelope into his briefcase.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: This ain’t a question of me working hard or not. There’s no one aside from me who can make these payments. I don’t have a choice.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: Tch, that old man. He was fooled in the end, then he goes and dies leaving nothing but trouble… what a thoughtless man.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: As the son of the Kurosaki family, I have to set things straight as one of the people left behind. Any problems within my family become my problems.

After that, Kurosaki-senpai continued to speak with the suited man for a bit.

The Kurosaki household, a large debt, family lawyer… those kinds of words started jumping out at me.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: The only thing I have that can make money is music. Now, and in the past, I won’t forgive failure ‘cause I’m always standing on the edge.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: I’ll still be causing trouble for you for awhile, but… I‘m counting on you.

The man nodded, bowing slightly before leaving the café.

Kurosaki-senpai finished the last of his iced coffee, setting down his glass on the table with a clink.

Ranmaru Kurosaki: That’s why… I can only survive on my own.

Kurosaki-senpai murmured those words as he stared at his empty glass.

(Chapter End)

[pizza-games-and-more]

Pizza Tower: The Series Episode Concept

Title: "Maria's Final Fight"

Season: 2

Summary: Maria is more determined than ever to bring The Vigilante to the agency. However, Vigi can't help but be concerned for her. She wants to challenge him to a now-or-never battle to settle this once and for all. But is bringing him to the agency really what she wants?

Notes: It's the moment we've been waiting for. The finale of the Vigi and Maria enemies-to-lovers arc. Naturally, there is no B-plot here and this is a bit more serious than most episodes (fittingly so, it's close to the finale arc). If you don't like this pairing or anything deviating from the usual comedy of the series, don't click the "keep reading" button. So let's go into detail about it under there.

We start off with Vigi going to the rooftop of Peppino's Pizza. The same place the two first met. Apparently, Maria had called him up there. She wants to settle this once and for all and "get it over with". But something about her demeanor seems a bit... off.

She's not making her usual teasing remarks. She's not showing off. She's not even talking much. Vigi notices this and starts seriously worrying about her. She wasn't even like this when they were still at each other's throats.

As Vigi tries to reach out to her, she refuses to answer, but Vigi can see in her face that deep down she does want to. That is, until Vigi asks her why she's so serious about this all of a sudden. She visibly hesitates, before simply answering that she can't tell him.

And despite putting up one hell of a fight, Maria ends up failing once again due to her own recklessness. As she bursts into tears, Vigi reaches out to her once more.

And then she pulls him towards her and kisses him.

Vigi is shocked, but ends up returning her affection. He understands now that that's why she wanted to win so badly. Then she suddenly panics and runs off.

After a montage of Vigi searching for her all night, he finally finds her the next morning, crying at the park. When he sits next to her, she apologizes for putting him through so much trouble, before telling him that her boss saw what happened and fired her.

She then tearfully admits that's why she wanted to win so badly. She wanted to get it over with so that afterwards she could confess her feelings without risk of this happening.

Feeling an immense guilt quickly overtake him, Vigi asks for Maria's agency so he can do what he should have done a long time ago. Maria hesitates, but ends up telling him where it is.

Both of them get to the agency headquarters. Maria waits nervously. She doesn't know what to do, now that she doesn't have the power or trust to convince them to go easy on him. After a while, she gets called into her boss' office.

The two meet once more outside moments afterwards. Vigi reveals the whole thing turned out to be a misunderstanding, and nothing bad was going to happen. Maria then pulls him into a hug, crying tears of joy (this is what the drawing I did depicts).

Turns out that her boss called her in to apologize for everything and give her her job back. They were just concerned that everything she'd said in support of Vigi was just a result of her being corrupted with love, and that's why they fired her before. They were relieved that she was right all along.

Then the two, tired but happy, decide to head to Noisette Cafe for a morning coffee together.

[wriospersonalworm]

NSFW !!!

oc x canon tingz

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" What do you need, Lumi? "

The blonde ceased his nearly perfect typing to glance up at his coworker. They were the only one he'd stop working for, even if it's just for a split second. No one really noticed; except for Ranpo of course, and Dazai, and Yosano probably figured it out eventually, and maybe even–

Perhaps Kunikida believed no one noticed, he only hoped they hadn't picked up on his hints towards his favoritism for Lumi. Was favoritism even the right word? He didn't like Lumi more than the others, no, he cared for them all equally. In fact, he doesn't like Lumi at all; he loves them. It was such a strange and difficult realization for him. His ideal partner was nothing like Lumi! How could he have fallen for someone who sometimes reminds him of a certain lazy, playful, and annoying coworker of his?

Nevertheless, his feelings for them were genuine, of course. He treasures them and cares for them like no other; he's to blame for giving Lumi back their ability to put their trust into other's in the first place. Kunikida definitely has a special place in their heart.

" Do you have a list of supplies somewhere? I was told to go out and buy them. "

That was a silly question. Kunikida always has everything needed for work, whether its truly for him or not. He's got a personal first aid kit in his drawers, he's got everyone's reports on every case—except for Dazai's most recent one he's yet to complete—, supply lists for the Agency, everyone's contact numbers, Lumi's favorite things to eat, their favorite places to go, the brands they like to shop at–

A bit sidetracked there.

" Yes, let me find it real quick, I'll print out a copy for you. "

" 'Kay… "

The room went almost silent, the only sounds heard being the clicks of a mouse and the taps on a keyboard. It wasn't necessarily awkward silence, it was just silence. That's another thing about their relationship, nothing between them is ever awkward. They actually enjoy the silent moments they have, typically when they're snuggled up together in bed or on the couch, or even when Lumi's avoiding their report and just wants to watch Kunikida work.

During this moment of silence, Lumi found themself fiddling with the items on his desk. They'd reach down and grab a paperclip, bending it open and making a completely different shape from it. They'd grab his stapler and start clicking it. They'd wiggle the screen of his laptop back and forth just a little bit. Dating Lumi only meant getting used to these random behaviors, so it didn't bother him that much. He'd glance at their hand reaching to grab something before looking back at the computer.

" Here, this should be the updated list. If you have any questions – "

" Where do I go to get these things? "

I take back my comment on no awkward moments between them.

"...What do you mean? "

" Like– what stores? I've never bought supplies for the Agency before. "

He stared at them blankly for a brief moment. He couldn't blame them completely for not knowing, they're not native to Japan and they spent most of their time here hiding away with the Port Mafia, it's not their fault they don't know where anything is.

" Here, let me see it. I'll write down which stores have which supplies. You have your phone right? Just type the store name in on your GPS and it should guide you, okay? " Lumi just nods in response as he takes out a pencil and begins writing the store names, describing and giving basic directions to them.

Then, a door slowly creaked open. Kunikida was too focused on helping Lumi out to even notice, but his partner sure did. They looked just like an intrigued and curious cat; their eyes widening slightly as they watched what looked to be a futon creature crawl his way out.

" Kunikida, I'm getting hungry… Can you get me a snack from the store? Something filling but quick. " Lumi's eyes widened more as they realized it was a man. What was he doing in there? Has he always been there? Who even is this guy? They've never seen him before.

Kunikida, on the other hand, seemed to be more annoyed than confused with his sudden presence. The pencil in his hand snaps in two, immediately catching Lumi's attention.

" If you want a snack, go to the store yourself and get it! I'm not your maid! " He shouts angrily at him, squeezing and crumpling the supply list in his hand.

" Kuni… The paper… " Lumi gently reminds him of the paper's presence. He looks at them and then to the paper in his hand. He's quick to unfold it and flatten it on the desk, scanning over it quickly to make sure his handwriting was still clear. He lowers his head and hands them the paper, strangely calm now. " I apologize. "

The strange man in the other room notices Kunikida's strange behavior and peeks further out the door to look at whoever he was speaking with. He notices their dark, long hair and dark-colored eye, and almost immediately he's head over heels. His awkwardness hindered him from getting a proper word out, and instead he stared widely with his mouth agape. He stutters over his own words, only sounding like he was speaking gibberish. It took him what felt like five minutes to say a single word.

" H-Hello…! " He says rather loudly, his voice cracking a bit. He mentally cursed at himself for making such an embarrassing mistake. Both of them turned towards him, one of them looking at him with a curious look on their face, while the other looked like he was going to grab the man and throw him out the window.

" He– "

" Katai, don't even think about it! Have you finished what I asked of you?! "

" N-No, but – "

" I will bring you back something to eat, now get back to work! "

Without another word, the strange man quickly retreated back into the room. Everything happened far too fast for Lumi to process any of it. They blink, turning towards Kunikida with the same confused expression they've had this entire interaction. " Uhm… who was that? " The blonde groaned with frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, " That's Katai. He works in there by choice, he doesn't like being out here with others. "

" Oh… "

Kunikida normally gets aggravated easily when others distract him from his work or are repeatedly slacking off, Lumi knew this, but that interaction felt a lot more tense compared to how he normally is with Dazai. If it wasn't someone he liked, he would've told them about him already, but they couldn't figure out what else could be upsetting him so much. The possibility of it being the stressful workloads was also high, so they decided to go with that.

" Uhm… I was gonna get the supplies later. It's pretty late in the afternoon, would you like me to grab you something to eat? " They ask, slowly walking around his desk to stand in front of him. Their soft smile, the "innocent" look in their eyes, their hands hiding behind their back; it was all too familiar. Lumi was obviously up to something, it was evident in their behavior and how strangely close they were getting.

His face was already turning a light shade of pink. They loved teasing him in order to get their way, it wasn't anything new, but he was growing nervous knowing it worked on him every single time. " No, I'm fine… '

Lumi comes closer and closer as he talks and fidgets, eventually they're pressed against him, their hand reaching for his tie and pulling him down to their level. " Really? You sure? " It was so hard to breathe, and not because of their grip on his tie. His face was only getting hotter by the second, his eyes quickly moved from their eye, to their lips, to somewhere else in the room. Lumi has always been this way, yet he was never able to get used to it.

Their hand reaches up to gently touch the side of his face and he could've sworn he felt himself beginning to melt. It felt like his legs were going to give out any moment now. He clears his throat about once or twice before nervously answering their question, " Uhm… Yes, I'm fine, thank you. " They figured he'd deny their request, but they weren't done.

" Alright… Can you at least meet me somewhere in thirty? The storage room? " They were a mere inch away from his face now, their lips nearly coming into contact, only causing him to become more flustered.

" I can't, I've gotta– "

Lumi presses a finger to his lips and hushes him, tilting their head to the side. " Uh-uh, you're supposed to say 'Yes'. Try it again. "

"... Yes. " His change in response made a bright smile appear on their face. " Good boy. " They gave him a quick peck on his lips before turning around and heading out the room, leaving the younger male to process what just happened.

—

Thirty minutes passed by painfully slow. Every minute, Kunikida would look at his laptop's time out of nervousness. It's not like Lumi's oddly suggestive demands and their unintentionally seductive behavior was anything he hadn't seen, why was he so stressed? Was he still struggling to forget how easily flustered he became earlier? Or was it that there was a possibility they would end up doing something unprofessional in a professional setting? He really couldn't tell.

Once the clock changed for the thirtieth time, he gave a quiet huff before standing from his seat and stiffly walking out the room. His palms grew more and more sweaty the closer he got to the storage room. He stood before the closed door filled with tension. He knocked on the door with his tightened fist, " Lumi, are you in there? "

Silence.

This is embarrassing. Why was there no response? Were they in there? Were they asleep? Or was this one elaborate scheme most likely started by Dazai just to mess with him? He was seconds away from quickly storming off back to work before a hand grabbed him from behind, yanking him into a dark room. He shrieked, hearing the door shut in front of him, and looked around frantically, desperately searching for a light source.

" Hey! Kuni, relax! It's just me! Watch your hands, you'll knock my food down… " The sudden yet recognizable voice startled him even more. He looks down at what he believed to be the source, his eyes beginning to adjust to the change in brightness. " What are you doing here in the dark? I thought we were meeting in the storage room, this is the custodial room? " Lumi looks down at their food with a snarky smile, " Yeah well… I thought giving you a slight scare would also be funny. "

They set their half-eaten food aside and lifted themself up to sit on what they believed to be a stack of boxes, surprisingly well-balanced at that. " Right… Why did you call me here in the first place? I need to get back to wo– " Every time he'd bring up work or needing to focus it was like he was dragging his nails on a chalkboard, and Lumi had had enough. Who cares about writing that report right now when he's in a locked room with his partner? They were quick to silence him, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him between their legs, which were wrapped around his waist to prevent him from shying away.

" Ugh, shut up about work already… You think I don't notice the pent up frustration from working? Here you are hidden away in a room with me, there's barely anyone here, and the only thing on your mind is more work? "

Their hands snake their way around his neck to pull him even closer. They were trying their very hardest to break this hesitance and shyness off of him. He wasn't hiding the fact he wanted to do this very well, so it's not like that's the case, nor was this their first time being so intimate, it was purely because they were in a work environment.

" I– We really shouldn't do this… "

" We shouldn't, but who cares? You obviously want to do it anyway; actually it looks like you're really eager to do it here. " They tighten their legs around his waist, pulling him closer to them and pressing his obvious bulge against their panties. His hands rested on the box they were seated on, a soft groan slipping past his lips from the contact. Kunikida was trying oh-so hard not to let his perverse thoughts and feelings overcome his own rules and guidelines, but a man can only take so much. He wanted nothing more than to have his face and cock to be covered in his lover's slick and cum. Doing this on the job wasn't only incredibly unprofessional, but it also hindered him from completely taking them. Had they been at home in bed right now, he'd be spending the next few hours ramming in and out of them and shooting his seed deep inside their abused cunt.

He presses his forehead against theirs and finds himself staring down at the buttons on their shirt. His hand gently caresses their cheek and he speaks in a low mumble, " Fine… But, this isn't going to be enough. I expect you to still be ready to take me when we get home too, got it? " Lumi nods with a soft hum, mumbling quietly in response against his soft lips. " I love you. " They teasingly pecked him on the lips, smiling contently with their eyes closed, while Kunikida was already reaching for the ruffled collar around their neck. " I love you too. "

A moan of relief slips out from both of them as the space between them closes. Their lips felt as though they connected so perfectly, it was like they were truly made for each other because of it. Their kisses were always so enjoyable whether they were short and sweet, or long and passionate. No matter the context of it the kiss always held some amount of gentleness to it. Perhaps it was just carefulness on his part? That's another notable attribute of his. Moments like these always started off gentle and cautious, no matter how desperate he was. He was always careful to remove their clothes slowly, taking his time to love on every part of their body before getting to his main course. After that, all his sensibility and self-respect typically washes away; though he's quick to apologize afterwards with more affection and romantics.

His hands gently grasp their shoulders and slowly lays them down on the boxes, not once separating himself from the kiss. They then moved to the loosely tied collar he had been working on; removing it completely and setting it aside. He parts from the kiss for just a spare moment, " I need to see you, but I don't want to take your clothes off completely… Is it alright if I just take a few things off? It won't get too hot? " " It's fine… I'll tell you if it's too hot. " He hums in understanding before returning his lips to theirs. His hands were busy unbuttoning their shirt, whilst theirs were combing through his now messy hair, even removing the hair tie keeping it together at some point.

He opens their shirt just enough to have access to their breasts, reaching behind them and unhooking their bra. He took notice of its color; white. Lumi always wore matching undergarments so it was safe to say their underwear would be the same. He always loved it when they wore white under their darkly-colored clothes, it's just not something you'd expect. It was like Lumi themself; dark, mysterious, and scary-looking on the outside, but soft, pure, and innocent on the inside.

He moves their bra aside completely and leans in close to their neck. Lumi instantly leans their head back, allowing him much more access. He plants small, gentle kisses along the side, starting with their mole, then moving towards their scars. That was their favorite. They loved whenever he kissed the areas that pained them. They knew as long as he continued to purposefully kiss their scars, his love was genuine. He wouldn't spend so much time dealing with them if it hadn't been.

His kisses made their way down to their breasts, as well as his hands. He always loved how perfectly they fit in his hands. He loved the soft, tenderness of them. He'd never squeeze them, that's much too rough for his liking, instead he'd massage and caress them; planting loving kisses anywhere he possibly could. His hands were a bit rough to the touch, but the sensation left Lumi squirming and giggling regardless. Honestly, it was almost like it tickled them. They tried their hardest not to let too much laughter out, but it all felt too good, they felt so loved it made them happier than they could have imagined.

" Are you laughing at me? " Kunikida pulls away from their chest and leans over their face. Despite feeling a bit confused and embarrassed from their sudden laughter, he gave them a rare, playful smile.

" No ~ I promise. It just feels so good… " They run their hands up and down his arms, gently rubbing their thumb along the skin. Their eyes moved back and forth from his eyes to his lips, all the while keeping a soft smile on their face.

Oh, he loved it when they did that. Nothing was more attractive than when they'd ask for something with their eyes. They were so beautiful— and with them lying down, their hair was forced to the side and he could see both of them. One being a mesmerizing blackhole that immediately sucks you into a trance once you've made eye contact, and another being a stunning baby blue that gives you a sense of comfort and relief. He leans down and gives them the kiss they were practically begging him for.

" Right… Here, let me take the clip out of your hair... "

" You know, it's been about ten minutes since we started. Despite complaining about having work to do and not wanting to be caught, you sure are taking your time. "

" What? I always do it like this? "

" I'm just saying… Your words aren't really matching your actions, gramps. "

His eye twitches from the random nickname, " Gramps? Fine, whatever you want, your majesty. " There was a small hint of sarcasm in his voice just then. Lumi lets out another giggle, watching him sit up and move further away from their face. Their skirt was then pushed upwards, while he pulled their underwear down– slowly, mind you. Lumi couldn't help but bite down on their lip from the sudden breeze, eyeing Kunikida's actions and movements as they readied themself for his entrance.

He grabs under their thighs and pushes their legs backwards, leaving Lumi with thoughts of confusion, as his pants remain untouched. " You know, you typically take your pants off in times like these. " They mocked. " We're not quite there yet though, are we? " His face stayed stoic but his tone gave off a totally different impression. A random wave of heat rises up Lumi's face as they watch him kneel down in front of them; they knew where he was going with this. Neither of them broke eye contact with each other, which only made them even more flustered.

" Eh– Th-This was supposed to help you release your stress, shouldn't I be the one – "

" This is how I want to release my stress. You did say you'd offer me lunch, so– " His dull nails dug into the soft skin of Lumi's thighs, the feeling of his breath against their clit sending shivers throughout their body. " Thank you for the meal. " With that, his eyes shut close and he stuck his tongue out, sending short kitty licks to their clit before moving towards their entrance; where he licked and cleaned all of the slick that had formed.

This wasn't a new sensation to them at all; it wasn't unfamiliarity that caused them to tense or be a little louder. They simply enjoyed it. The feeling of a wet tongue being dragged and pressed into their pussy was an easy way to get them coming. They couldn't stop their back from arching, their legs spreading further apart while their hands pushed his face closer. They squirmed around like an insect, desperately craving and begging for more. Their chest would dramatically rise and fall as their breathing got heavier. It hadn't even been two minutes yet and here they were on the verge of their first orgasm.

" Kuni, I'm close…" Their hold on the back of his head loosened as they felt themselves growing weaker. They didn't want to cum just yet, but it was getting surprisingly difficult to hold themselves back any longer.

" Already? I'll speed it up for you then. " He stands back up and leans over their body, tilting his head to the side as he stares down at them. Not once did he break eye contact with them, wanting to see every expression they made aa he finished them off. His fingers trail back down to their cunt, and he instantly shoves two of them in there. A sharp, loud gasp erupts from Lumi's throat and their hand immediately flies to their mouth, biting down on one of their fingers to keep themself quiet. His fingers pump in and out of them with ease, his calm demeanor never wavering in the slightest. He watches as they desperately try to find something to dig their nails into, noticing that their eyes were beginning to look a bit glossy.

His fingers continue to move but he leans over to place a few soft kisses on their face. " Stop holding back. Cum for me, it's okay. " In an attempt to get them to finally feel that release, he kneels back down and teases their clit with his tongue, flicking and kissing it until they finally pop.

" Wait, Kuni – It's too much! " It was far too late for that. Their body quivered and shook as they finished, their hand tightly covering their mouth as their strong, violent orgasm came to an end. Their eyes were filled with tears of pleasure and overstimulation, and they couldn't help but turn their face away in embarrassment.

He hears their sniffles and whimpers and is quick to comfort them. He gently turns their face to look at him, lightly kissing away their tears. " Are you alright? Did I overwhelm you? " They look at him with half-lidded eyes, their shaky legs wrapping themselves around him and entrapping him between them. Their hair was completely sprawled out along the boxes. Their hands reach up towards his face, " Mm, I'm fine… I wasn't very prepared for something that good so soon… " They were being completely honest but they couldn't stop the playful smile from appearing on their face.

Gently stroking his cheek with their thumb, they bring his face down to theirs and kisses him ever so softly. Whenever they kissed like this, it always felt like their first. The butterfly-in-the-stomach feeling they got was something unforgettable. His lips acted like a drug to them sometimes. They couldn't just stop after one, they needed another, another, another, and another. They'd press their lips together just to pull away and kiss him again. It was so good, so relaxing, and— as cheesy as it sounds —it was like heaven.

It's not like he didn't enjoy moments like these either; and despite the fact he wanted to get back to work quickly, he didn't mind taking things slowly anyway. Again, he did want to get back to work though. He lets their kissing fit continue for a minute longer before fiddling with the belt around his pants. It took everything in his power not to bind their hands together with it, or even wrap it around their neck for a bit of breathplay. He genuinely contemplated it for a few moments before quickly changing his mind.

Setting the belt aside, he unbuttons and unzips his pants; taking them off completely and doing the same with his underwear. He carefully takes Lumi's face into his hands and mumbles against their lips, " Ready? " The silence within the room was so nice they didn't even bother using their words to respond, simply nodding with a hum. He smiles softly.

With their 'ok', he's quick to push his cock against them, rocking his hips back and forth and grinding against their soaked cunt. They both groaned at the feeling, both of them having been impatiently waiting for this. He gathers their slick and covers his dick with it, doing his best to get it as lubricated as he could, before slowly pushing his tip in. His eyes were shut tight, fully taking in every moment while Lumi couldn't keep their eyes off him. They watched his every move with loving eyes, admiring everything he did, every face he made, and every noise that came out.

They were forcibly thrown out their romantic thoughts at the sudden, quick feeling of his cock completely filling them up. They let out a loud moan, but was quick to bite down on their lip to prevent anyone who could've been nearby from getting suspicious. They laughed softly at how it startled them, looking back at him to see how his face relaxed.

" If you're gonna be like that you better find a way to keep me quiet. You'll get us in trouble if you fuck me like that ~ "

" Why do I have to keep you quiet? You just love putting more work on me, huh? "

They bat their eyelashes up at him "innocently".

" You know– whatever. I'll shut you up if you get too loud. "

" Thanks Kuni ~ "

He doesn't bother responding to their thanks, he had decided to deal with their constant teasing later when they're in a proper setting. Instead, he focuses on satisfying them both now. He had lost all track of time and it was only a few moments before someone would be back, and it worried him if that person were to be Dazai. He couldn't imagine the amounts of blackmail and mockery he'd receive from his pesty coworker.

Kunikida places his hands just below their stomach, pushing down on his palms with the slightest amount of pressure. He pulls his hips back before ramming back into them. He thrusts into them with feelings of passion and desperation. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes once again squeezed shut, taking in the immense pleasure from their warmth around him. Unlike their composed boyfriend, Lumi was struggling to keep up. They had wanted to avoid drawing attention to them but it seems like they were having a hard time doing so. They were turned into a moaning, whimpering mess under him; taking every harsh thrust and completely tuning out their surroundings. They were craving something to cling onto and ended up finding themself digging their rather sharp nails into his arms. He felt his forearms beginning to sting but he was in no way going to stop until he was done with them.

Neither one of them were sticking to their word of keeping quiet, groans, whines, and gasps from both filled the room in no time; not to mention the sounds of their skin making contact with each other. His cock was slamming in and out of them at a sloppy pace now, the grunts he let out being another sign that he was getting close to his limit. It was so obvious to Lumi as well, judging by his increased volume and change in facial expression. They wanted nothing more than for him to cum inside them and have it spill out their slit; that was the whole point in bringing him here anyways. It wouldn't matter to them whether or not they felt their satisfaction, as long as he was happy.

Of courae, he would never allow them to feed him and not be fed in return. He moves one of his hands off their stomach and begins tracing messy, rough circles on their clit

It was like a twig had snapped inside of them. They thought he was so evil for once again giving them double pleasure, but who were they to stop him? Nothing in this world ever felt better than being prioritzed even when they don't need to be. With that, it felt like once again everything became so clear. Their mind was blank, all they could do was take his dick and completely cover it with their cum.

Mere seconds afterwards, they were both panting out of control, their moans being completely insync as they acknowledged each other's close releases. One final sound of pleasure leaves their throats before they came. Kunikida was quick to pull away from them, just enough to where they had his seed inside and outside, jerking himself off through his orgasm.

They both sat in that silence they loved so much, catching their breaths and coming down from their highs. Kunikida was first, dressing himself again once everything faded. Lumi simply laid there with their legs squeezed shut, there was just no way they'd get back up and resume work after something like that, they were too tired now.

" What, do you want me to dress you? "

They yawned obnoxiously loud.

"...Yeah, no. You're not skipping work, face the consequences of your actions. "

" Aww, so mean ~ You don't love me. "

He rolls his eyes in unamusement, grabbing their hands and pulling them to sit upwards. He presses his lips against theirs one last time. " Yeah, yeah. I'll go with you to get the supplies, since you already messed with my schedule. "

" Aw, really? Maybe you do love me after all ♡ "

[gamora-borealis]

I think with vol 1 Gamora we see her have a slow transition from beginning to end of the film and she softens over time. She had a plan in place to leave Thanos and was ready to risk distancing herself from him. She goes from quick to anger and having almost no trust and fear of vulnerability to letting her guard down a little. We can see her nodding her head to Peter's music and offering him a gentle smile by the end. In vol 2 she's grown some more and is closer to the others and more open, but she still has rough spots and doesn't trust new people easily or read every emotional situation. Then of course by the end there's more growth and deeper relationships to the others. We get to see a solid arc of emotional and mental healing. We're allowed to understand the good and bad parts of her and to connect with her story. In Endgame 2014Gamora is just like vol 1 Gamora. We see how hard she can be but also that she cares and has a good heart. In vol 3 Gamora is very much like vol 1 Gamora only a bit rougher because she's a ravager now. But also she's basically vol 1 Gamora who didn't get to ease into changes. She was thrown into the future, found out she had been killed, was dealing with both 2018 and 2014 Nebula and had to then jump head first into a potentially universe ending battle against her abuser. If that had been me I would have had a nervous breakdown. There's so much that was going on and vol 3 never allows that to be explored. Her entire significant experiences in the future all happened between Endgame and vol 3 where people couldn't emotionally connect to it. The guardians aren't given space to sympathize with her and the audience is left with undefined backstory and no real plot for Gamora in the film.

Lots of people have been deliberating on 2014Gamora and I think the most simplistic answer is they never should have killed 2018Gamora. Especially with only one film left. The contrast between her death in Infinity War and how James Gunn has handled characters deaths with far more agency and dignity stands out a lot. But in vol 3 it's so much more in your face how Gamora was treated compared to the other characters. In Infinity War she dealt with Thanos mostly on her own, was emotionally abused and then just as she's telling her abuser what he's done to her isn't love the movie allows her experience to be silenced when Thanos throws her off the cliff and actually receives the soul stone. Afterwards we are never given a chance in any other movie or show with the guardians to see them all angry or sad about what happened. In vol 3 we see every member of the team openly distraught over Rocket's situation. When he faces his abusive past he's not alone. When he stands up to his abuser his feelings aren't shutdown and he gets to win.

I think vol 3 had a number of nice character moments for Gamora and I was particularly happy she got to stab the villain. There are many aspects to the writing and characterization that are great. But it's hard not to notice Gamora's treatment compared to all the other characters has been pretty awful since IW. I saw lots of people excusing what Thanos did to Gamora after Infinity War or saying she wasn't really abused because Thanos got the soul stone. I now see some of those same people talking about how Rocket's abuser was actually a bad person and what he did was unforgivable. That alone tells me Infinity War should never have happened. Nobody should have been left feeling Gamora deserved what happened or that it was justified. James Gunn has said he signed off on and was okay with how Infinity War went down and I try to respect that but I don't understand him signing off on the message Infinity War sent about Gamora's abuse compared to the message he put out about Rocket's abuser. I don't get allowing a prominent character who was on her way to easily having one of the strongest arcs in the mcu, ending the trilogy the least developed character with the least amount of relationships to a story that she helped shape.

Yes Yes Yes! Great write up anon.

I think there could have been more Gamora stuff in Vol. 3, but it clearly was meant to be a Rocket-centric movie and there was so much going on considering they had to fit in Adam as well, so more stuff with her would have taken away from all that from a writing perspective. Not that that's fair to her character at all, but story/time-wise and knowing that Rocket is Gunn's favorite and this was meant to be his movie (whereas the last one was a little more Gamora and Nebula heavy), it makes a lot of sense.

We also have to remember: the timing of the James Gunn drama may have affected this too. The first time we see the Guardians again being in Thor 4 where it's just supposed to be kinda goofy and short was not ideal. This movie is 3 years late, and there were some changes made to the script (not huge, but probably some side-plot Gamora and Adam related stuff because the movie was further up the timeline now).

One thing I liked in Vol. 3 is they kind of have a moment where they take a jab at the "magic cliff" and how it doesn't make sense. I also struggle with Gunn's decision to sign off on her death. He seems to care about these characters a lot, even if Gamora isn't maybe his favorite like Rocket. It makes me wonder how much say he actually had in all of it, and how much it was just reassuring the fans (I'm skeptical of statements like this having become a Supernatural fan since 2020 lmao). From a writing standpoint, I can see how "Gamora having a big emotional death and Peter fucking everything up" sounds appealing, especially since they were desperately trying to figure out how to incorporate the soul stone and give the movie emotional depth. The soul stone was originally supposed to be tied to Black Panther/Wakanda, but their director wanted the movie and T'Challa's powers to be rooted in Wakanda/Africa (the flowers) and not some weird space thing (which makes sense!). So they probably came up with the Vormir idea and approached Gunn with not a lot of options. If Gunn had been the sole writer of IW/Endgame, I'm sure that even if he still chose to kill Gamora, that the stuff after Gamora's death would have been handled a lot better (as we see with Rocket and his abuser in this film). It's clear that Gamora couldn't have been brought back though because that would have meant Natasha also would have needed to come back, and the Avengers people clearly wanted her to stay dead (and that's a whole other problem ugh). Gunn probably was given story points he had to work with in IW/Endgame and write dialogue for, which I feel like he did a decent job of (Gamora spoke her mind as much as the story allowed and tried to sacrifice herself).

A lot of people have pointed out that sexism probably has some to do with how Gamora has been treated too (like if she was a male lead would it have played out like this). And you know, I don't think James Gunn is purposely trying to be sexist, but the dude is flawed (and admits it) and his writing used to be more problematic than it is now. It's maybe still a blindspot for him.

I'm also potentially processing this all differently because I purposely spoiled myself on some Gamora details last weekend before going into the movie (yesterday) to prepare myself (because if not I can get wayyy too invested and it hurts a lot). So I've had some time to think about all of this at a meta-level before I saw the film. I think I'm generally happy with how it turned out considering what happened happened in IW and can't be changed now. I kind of liked that Gamora had all this growth in Vol. 2, idk what path she would have taken in Vol 3. Everyone had to go discover themselves at the end. Would Starmora have broken up then? Adding the new challenge of making it a different Gamora was kind of more compelling in some ways, although I absolutely hate that that meant she had to die to get there (maybe if it was the same Gamora with no memories that would have been interesting).

I'm also very used to filling in all the gaps of what isn't on screen because that's just how my fanfic brain works, and I feel like Gunn writes such strong characters that it's easy to imagine stuff offscreen (and maybe that's what he wants us to do). So like, just because some of the Gamora / Guardians mourning her stuff happened offscreen doesn't mean it didn't happen. Gunn would probably agree with that. It still sucks that we didn't get to see it though.