#i wish they made some of megumi's pink dresses but it is what it is

[miyanagi]

the fact that shiki hardly got any official merchandise and most people i talk to about anime don't know what it is, yet it had collabs with brands like angelic pretty and metamorphose temps de fille is so crazy to me. how niche.

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter- Lots of dumbification, dollification, choking, smacking (face, ass, titties) rough sex, rough kissing, brat taming, HEAVY Daddy kink, breeding kink.

ꕥ Word Count- 9.5K

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 7 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 8

Two months later

You’re in class, back at college now, and you’re tapping your pen on the desk, with Nobara on one side of you, Yuuji on the other. Megumi is directly in front of you, running a hand through his spiky hair. It hurt even looking at Megumi, honestly, because damned if you didn’t see Toji so much in him every day. They didn’t look exactly alike, of course but…

It brought back brutal memories, of Toji’s tall figure walking away, of you desperately wishing for some way to contact him. You ended up sobbing in your room for the rest of your spring break, and no matter what Shiu tried to say, there was no talking to you. Even Mei tried her best, trying to comfort you, but it didn’t work, nothing worked.

You miss him.

You miss how his scar twitches when he smirks at you, you miss his scent, you miss his rude ass remarks and his gruff personality. You miss his nasty jokes, the way those eyes drink you in, the lewd way he touched you. God, his touches alone still make you shiver if you think about them. But mostly? You miss being in his arms, even if it was for a moment after sex.

You miss his kisses.

You miss Toji Fushiguro, the only man you’ve ever felt anything for, the man that’s long gone out of your life. You don’t even know if you can get over it, not when he’s still in your dreams. There is some party tonight, Nobara and Yuuji are making you come along, Nobara knows about it but she hasn’t shared it with Megumi, thank God.

The bell rings, and Nobara brushes back her strawberry blond locks, smiling at you. “Are you ready for tonight? We can get dressed up together!”

“For sure.” You say, struggling to sound normal, but you could tell Nobara noticed the sadness in it, as she rubs your shoulder.

“I’m not gonna puke tonight, swear!” Yuuji says enthusiastically, you turn to him and giggle as he wraps an arm around both of your waists. Nobara smacks at him, causing him to pout cutely, you ruffle his pink hair, making him blush a bit.

“You’ll totally puke. I’m not holding your hair back!” You tease, and that earns another pout, as Megumi walks over to you all, giving you a small smile.

“Hey, can we talk?” Megumi asks you, and you tense a bit, then nod. “Cool, let's take a walk together?”

“Sure thing.” You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Nobara, and you and Megumi start walking out of the school, it’s getting hot now, you feel the sun warming your skin, it’s not something you went out in much anymore.

You were always a homebody but losing Toji made it worse.

“So… my dad.” You pause then, eyes wide as you look up at Megumi, seeing his green eyes that remind you too much of Toji. Your own eyes flutter shut for a moment with just how hard it is to look at him, especially when…

“Your dad?” Your voice squeaks. It squeaks.

“Yeah. He’s asked about you? Too many times for me not to…”

Shit.

“He asked about me?” You mumble, looking away as you two walk along the courtyards. Megumi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly then.

“Yeah, and I know you all are pretty close. I mean you knew him when I didn’t even, but it’s weird, yeah?” You’re unable to even look at him.

“What’d he ask?”

“Well, about how you’re doing. If you’re dating Yuuji again-”

“What!?”

“Yeah it was weird. I wasn’t gonna bring it up but he’s coming to visit… and he doesn’t ever. And now…”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.” You both walk side by side awkwardly, and there is a little cafe. “Want a coffee?”

“Sure.” You both make your orders then take your seats, the grinding of the coffee beans smells so good when it hits. You sigh, sitting back in the little booth next to Megumi Fushiguro, you’re both feeling awkward.

“Um… how do I ask this-”

“Um… how do I say this-”

You both speak at the same time, as you run a finger across the rim of your coffee, humming a bit to yourself. Megumi is flushed, his cheeks red.

“Did you sleep with-”

“I kinda fucked your-”

You both stare at each other again.

“Shit. You did!?” Megumi’s eyes are wide as he stares at you, and you can do nothing but sigh, looking away.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Megumi. I know it’s weird.”

“Why are you sorry? I can’t believe him.” He slams a fist down, dark brows drawing together. You tense a bit at his tone, shaking your head, putting a hand on his and feeling him tense up.

“Megumi, it was mutual.”

“He’s old though.”

“He’s not that old.”

“Oh god!” He sighs, running a hand down his face. You are just looking nervously at the cup now, his fist eases under your grip but he’s still tense. “But it’s awful of him to do, I was hoping he had grown the fuck up some.”

“He has grown up a bit, I swear. He’s much more thoughtful. But yeah, it ended up horrible. My dad… well he beat the shit out of him.”

“Ah shit…” Megumi’s frowning, not looking at you really, he’s studying his own coffee cup. “This is weird.”

“So weird. He never… your dad never hit me up though. Not once, in these two months, so… maybe he asked because he feels bad for the situation?” You say, trying not to allow the hurt to permeate your voice.

“Nah, it’s more than that. Why would he ask if you’re dating? Why would he ask if you’re going to this party tonight with us?”

“What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know, was it just fun or-”

“Not just fun. For me.” Your voice does break then, as all the emotion hits, and Megumi sighs again, putting a hand on your shoulder, pulling you against him then. “Megumi I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be, it’s not anything to apologize over. You’re both adults. He’s really old though.” You giggle a bit, snuggling on his shoulder.

“He had you pretty young, you know, he’s like forty.”

“Old.” You both laugh a bit then. “I don’t know, you’ve been my friend forever, and I really don’t like it, but I don’t think he’s a bad person. Maybe he makes dumb decisions, but he means well. I still can’t see where he thought this was a good idea, especially with your dad.”

“Ugh, you’re telling me. Dad was so mad, Toji just let him beat him up, it was fucking brutal. I expected him to say anything, but he did as dad wished, and completely let me go.” You feel tears hit your eyes and Megumi looks down at you with a frown as he runs a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You felt that much?”

“I said I loved him.” Megumi’s brows raise.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit. No, he didn’t say it back. I probably seem young and stupid to him.” You swipe at your eyes, looking into Megumi’s gaze, way too much like his father’s, it literally kills you, makes you remember how much you miss that damn asshole.

“Dad is stupid, so no way.” You both laugh a bit then, but it’s weird, awkward, and yet you feel better telling him. “Why didn’t you let me know?”

“How could I start this? Oh hey Megumi, fucked your dad.” He grimaces, and you giggle a bit. “See! Hey Megumi, want a step mommy?”

“Oh god, yuck don’t say that!” You are laughing too much now, and Megumi’s phone goes off, you tense when you see the number.

“Hmm, let’s see how he actually feels, yeah? That’ll determine if he was serious or not.” Megumi has this little smirk that is devious as shit.

“And do what!?”

He doesn’t answer, he swipes up the phone then, putting it on the camera, just as you two are cuddling in a damn booth. You internally curse, glaring at him, as he waves to Toji. “What’s up, Dad?”

“Hey kid, what ya doing? I’ll be there in a couple hours to get checked in the hotel. Wanna grab dinner?” Megumi pulls the camera back, and shows you on the damn phone, and Toji sees you. His mouth parts on the screen, his eyes wide, and your heart thuds in your damn chest.

“You know her, of course, we’re having coffee. Wanna say hi? Say hi, babes.” He kisses your cheek, and you’re furiously blushing, as Toji is glaring at you both, his jaw set harshly.

“Hey, old man.” You say softly, and he glares even more so now, as Megumi’s nearly shaking with laughter.

“Hey, doll, ya been good?” Megumi whispers in your ear.

“Snuggle me.”

Oh god.

Toji was gonna kill you.

You snuggle up to Megumi, smiling a bit, and you can damn near hear his raging thoughts through the video chat. “I’m so good, Toji. We’re all hitting a party tonight.”

“Thought you didn’t party?” He says tersely, Megumi slides the view back to him and smiles a bit, his eyes lidded as he pretends.

“Dragging her along, you know. Getting her more into college things. Maybe she’ll come with us next spring break!”

Silence.

“So I’ll probably see ya tomorrow, dad. Is that cool with you?” Megumi asks, and Toji is oddly quiet, and you can’t stand to look at him. It hurts too damn much.

“Yeah, but if ya need a ride or something, let me know. Got the car.” Toji says then, and Megumi smirks, looking a lot like his dad just then. “I have a car dad.”

“Meant…” He trails off, then says your name.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll make sure she gets back safe!”

Silence again.

“Kay, kid, see ya later then.”

“Bye dad.” Megumi hangs up, looking mischievous as heck, peeking at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Megumi Fushiguro! You’re way more devious than you seem!” He chuckles a bit, he’s usually so serious, it shocks you.

“See his face oh my god! He was so mad. No, he definitely has feelings.” You nervously bite your lip. “But, are you done? Because your dad and… because it’s really fucking weird? Or do you wanna be happy?”

“Happy?” Your voice is faint.

“You’ve been so sad for the past two months, it all makes sense now. Do you want to put yourself first or not?”

“You’re oddly okay with it.”

“It’s really gross. And weird.” He shivers, and you giggle a bit, resting your chin in your hand, elbow on the little table. “But you have always known what you wanted. I don’t think you’ve even dated anyone serious.”

“I haven’t. Too many romance novels ruined me. But gosh, Toji absolutely isn’t romance material.”

“He’s so not. But the next move is on him. If he’s a dick to you, I’ll fight him by the way, I think I could take him.”

“Ahh, I love you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Let’s selfie this.”

“No!”

“Send it to him.”

“Megumi!” He’s grinning, and you all start to just talk, you leave out anything explicit, ridiculous, and he listens. “But why didn’t he ever try?”

“Probably because he feels bad. As he should.”

“He follows my Insta so I know he can.”

“Hmm… post pics from the party! Bet he comments.”

“No way… you wanna piss your dad off don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

You think for a moment, then reach out to text Nobara. “Fine then, I’ll go looking so slutty, test the theory.” You’re smirking now, Megumi’s energy is rubbing off on you. There’s a petty little part of you that wants him to lose his mind over you, it’s not mature, no it’s immature but…

You’re going for it.

***

“Damn you look hot! Where’s this coming from!?” Yuuji exclaims as you and Nobara show up to the party, you are dressed how you never would dress, you’re in a red plaid skirt with pleats, and a lacy black bustier, that leaves little to the imagination. Along with Nobara doing your makeup and your hair, straightened and silky, you look really…

“Hot. So hot. It’ll be perfect.” Megumi says then, and you’re flushing under the praise of your friends.

“All this for Toji!? What about me!” Yuuji comes close and pouts, you just pat his head until he brightens up, light brown eyes trying to be respectful and failing. “Wouldn’t I make him jealous?”

“I’m so not making out with you.”

“But why!” He’s cute when he pouts you realize, you’re just giggling now. Nobara rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a simp, Yuuji.” Yuuji glares at her now.

“Me? No, I’m just-”

“A simp.” Megumi confirms.

“You all are mean to me. Listen, I already kissed you. I know how.” Yuuji winks, then leans over and kisses your cheek, running as you go to smack him. You realize then just how many people are coming in, as so many stare at you.

“Hey, gorgeous…” A blonde boy came to you, sauntering up with a wink. “Want a drink?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Yuuji proclaims, earning your glare. “I’ll get you a drink.”

“Well, fine. But stop that!” You all go over to where there is a ridiculous amount of liquor and beer, as Yuuji is pouting at you. “What?”

“You love to break my heart. Cruel woman.” You roll your eyes, he’s so unserious.

“You don’t like me that way, stop that.”

“I do now!”

“Because I look hot?”

“Yeah- no! Uh uh.” You both shove at each other, as music starts blaring then, and you take a sip of a strong drink, wincing a bit at the bite. “But it’ll make your ‘daddy’ so jealous.”

You gasp, in shock as he’s grinning. “Nobara told you!”

“Nah, I was sneaking in on your convo. You two leave me out!” You sigh, taking out your phone and opening your app then. The thought of Toji following you, seeing you… it thrills you in some twisted way. You knew he probably looked, but you had not posted in months, you were too devastated lately.

“Mmkay fine. We will take a selfie. You can kiss my cheek.” Yuuji bounces around at that, making you laugh at his enthusiasm. He’s just wearing a cute black and red hoodie and jeans, his hair all spiked up, he looks like he did in high school, middle school even. He comes over to you and bends down, kissing your cheek as you angle the camera.

“Mwah!” He smacks more kisses and you wipe it off, scrunching your nose up at him, as he leans over your shoulder to look. “Oooh, that filter.”

“I was thinking about this one too! Perfect. Posted.” You laugh, almost maniacally, and then Yuuji is dragging you to dance with him. “Yuuji I suck at dancing though.”

“Nah you’ve always been good at it.” He spins you in a little pirouette before you two start moving to the beat, precariously balancing your drinks. “Finally, a smile.”

“I know, I’ve not been myself lately.” You get spun again, as the drinks start to hit, and you just have fun, dancing with your friend. His energy is infectious. Some guys try to dance with you, or hit on you, but Yuuji is like a little angry dog, snatching you back up to him each time. “Yuuji… you’re so sweet.”

“Ooh, you’re buzzed, you’re being nice! Of course I am. Nobara and Megumi over there, look!”

You see Megumi awkwardly sipping his drink as Nobara is dancing in a stupidly expensive outfit. You giggle and drag Yuuji over there by his hand, a little breathless from the dancing, from the insane energy of the room. It’s loud, and there’s a sea of moving bodies to navigate through, a cacophony of loud bass music and talking, yelling and laughter.

It’s not your scene but you admit a party doesn’t hurt. “Babe lemme take a vid of you doing a shot!” Nobara says, and you hesitate.

“Take a good angle!” She does just that, and you let out a ‘whoo!’ right after. Then she hands you back the phone and you see it.

Inbox.

“Shit is it him!?” You nervously open it up, and sure the fuck it was from Toji, you errantly notice he has an Instagram photo of him half naked. You click, and the man has one photo with more likes than any of yours put together, and you were pretty popular on there.

“Shit, your dad looks hot, ‘Gumi.” Nobara says, peeking and Megumi rolls his eyes with a disgusted sigh, you’re too thirsty to speak. You remember those muscles rolling as he’d worked over your body, as he’d snapped his hips, as he pushed inside of you.

“Need to… go pee.” You mumble, leaving them to try to find a bathroom to hide in, navigating your way through the undulating bodies, moving in sync with the rhythm of the music, but you’re opening that message, and…

Toji: Come outside. Now.

You’re pausing, smacking right into someone’s back and nearly falling then, glaring at the phone. What!?

You: No ‘hello, how have you been?’ No ‘I’m sorry I didn’t even say bye to you’ just a creepy come outside!? The fuck, Toji?

Toji: Outside.

You curse internally, your entire body is thrumming with excitement, but also you are terrified. Was he here to shut you down? Did he even have feelings? Why, not until now…

You stand outside, shivering a bit as the cool breeze hits your mostly bare skin, and you peek around at the night, unsure of what exactly you’re waiting for. What you’re looking for. You end up leaning back on the wall of the frat house, filling it with chills as you open back up the phone.

“Hey, doll.” You gasp then, and you see him, Toji Fushiguro. He’s right in front of you, in that damn leather jacket you remember him putting on your shoulders, those soft jeans that hug him in places you can’t even look at. No, it’ll wreck your resolve. And you can’t just melt for him, you need answers. You need…

“What are you doing here?” You ask cautiously, as he’s even closer, your boots are touching his, and you can smell him, smell his sweat, and it does something to your goddamn senses then, you’re wet from the scent of this man.

He makes you pathetic. He’s not even doing anything.

“What am I doing here, huh? What do you think.” You glare up at him now, smacking at his hand when he brushes it down your cheek.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t heard from you once. Not once. You wanna have fun while you’re here or something!?” Toji glares down at you now, bracing an arm over you, his hand resting on the wall. You feel so small and helpless, and fuck if you don’t get more turned on. Vivid images entrap your heated mind, of every position he’d had you in, of his-

Shit.

You cross your arms, drawing his attention to your breasts, and he licks that scar, before swiping it over a lower lip, but he doesn’t touch you, he just hovers. “You weren’t just some fun t’me, doll.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure, Toji, bet you’re just being a whole man whore again. And what do I care! I’m nothing to you.” You feel tears pouring down your eyes now, and you hate it, but the alcohol gives you even less resolve than you already have. Toji damn near growls, one hand cupping your face roughly.

“Look at me. Now.” You hesitantly peek up, it’s hard to see his eye color in the dark, they just look black. But you feel him, fuck you feel him, every damn bit, his energy, the heat of his body, his rough hand on your soft skin. “You think I’ve been fuckin around, huh?”

“We’re not together, so why wouldn’t you.” He sighs, shaking his head a bit, his dark hair falling over a brow then.

“Nah, doll, ya fuckin ruined me. I already told you. You’re the one clearly having… fun.” He chokes out the word like it’s disgusting. “And ya should, you’re young, that’s the right thing to do. But damned if I don’t wanna smack my own kid and his best friend for even being near you. Damned if I don’t wanna fuck you right here.”

His words kill you, you can barely stand it, you try to hold it in, this little whine that threatens the back of your throat, as he’s so strong, big, fucking hot right in front of you. How he looks at you, how he…

“You never said a word.” You whisper then, and you can’t stop the tears from falling. His lips go in a terse line then, as he bends down at the waist, face right at level with yours.

“What could I say? I wanted to do the right thing for once.”

“Letting me go was the right thing, huh?”

“It was, for you. Not for me.”

You suck in a breath, shutting your eyes, you can’t stand looking up at that handsome damn face. “Well, I’m happy, all moved on. So. Bye.”

You go to leave and he shoves you back by your waist, big hand taking it over, rough palm on bare skin, and you can’t hold back that whine then. Your head falls back, eyes still screwed shut. “Can’t even look at me when ya lie, can ya?”

“Fuck you Toji.”

“Fuck me, huh?” You nod, glaring back at him finally, and when your eyes lock, when he leans down, it’s over. He’s breathing in heavy pants, as he’s just a breath from you, you can damn near taste him. He’s cupping your face now, while his other still presses you back.

“Yeah… fuck you, Toji Fushiguro.” He’s got his forehead on yours, your noses are touching, your chest won’t stop heaving with your own breaths, mingling with his. “I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He’s pressing against you, hand slipping in your hair, yanking it back by the roots, shooting pain and pleasure right through your core, your thighs shift, and he groans softly.

“Yeah, hate you. Hate you. For leaving me, for making me feel things, for making me say stupid shit. Hate you so much.” You’re sobbing, sniffling and trying to hold it together, but you can’t, not when he’s this close.

“The only action I’ve gotten is jerking it to that video of you, that picture, the memory of the way you taste.” He speaks in hushed whispers, the breeze starting to whip around you both, lifting your little skirt, where you’re soaking your panties. “Believe me or don’t, but I haven’t touched anyone. How could I? Look at you.”

“Stop it, don’t. Don’t say it.” You shove at him and your hands touch his hard chest, you’re leaning up, you ache so badly to kiss him, to believe him.

“I wouldn’t care if ya did anything, I’d want you. I wouldn’t care if I had to wait for you. I wouldn’t care if I never had you. There’s no one.”

“You’re lying! You’re lying. You left.” You’re punching at him now, and he lets you, lets you hit him and hit him.

“Yeah I left, what was I supposed to do? You think I wanted to!? You think I wanted to leave?”

“Well you didn’t even try! Why now, why!?”

“Why… I meant to stay away. I really tried. But I’d get punched in the face every day if I can just taste you again.” His hushed, gruff words so vulnerable wreck you little resolve you have. “Turn me down, tell me I’m too old, tell me I ain’t shit. That you’re happy with that kid. Tell me.”

“No, no, no. No. Fuck you.” You’re shoving now then you smack him right in the face, glaring up through your watery tears. “Toji I hate you. You’ve ruined me.”

“You ruined me, doll. Fuckin wrecked me. I’d do anything to feel you again, to just drink your cum up.” Now he’s practically growling the words, and your head falls back against the wall, your eyes glazed over with want, reflected in his own. He’s got his big hands on your hips, tugging you to him. “Don’t even need to fuck, I just wanna fucking taste you again.”

“T-Toji…” You’re whimpering, clinging to him now, and he’s got a thigh right between yours, moaning, his eyes shutting.

“Fuck I can feel how hot you are.”

“Fuck you. Hate you.”

“I know, doll, I know.” Toji’s shoving that thigh up, pressing your hips down, and he’s sucking in a breath. “Awfully soaked for hating me, doll.”

“Hate you. Hate you. Mnh!” You’re grinding on him shamelessly, right outside a party, you don’t care you could fuck him right there. You could drop down and suck his cock, you could let him taste you, clean you after. You just want to kiss him. But… “What, one more time, Toji? Then you leave?”

“I don’t want to leave, I never wanna fucking leave. If I had it my way, I’d knock ya up and keep you in my goddamn house. You’d never even leave.”

“Psycho.”

“Bitch.”

You gasp. “Asshole!”

He scowls. “Brat.”

“Hate you!”

“Love you.” You open your mouth to retort, another insult, but his words through gritted teeth halt you.

“You don’t. You can’t. You couldn’t.” Your tears make it hard to see, and Toji’s thigh against you makes you eagerly grind, you’re pathetic, just humping him, and it’s better than anything you’ve felt in months since him.

“Doll, I’ve fuckin been in love. Stupid in love. Saying it just made it hurt more to leave you.” You’re shaking your head, no he can’t, he’s saying it… he doesn’t…

“Then what, ya leave again? Huh?” You’re clinging to him, your lips are so close, just a centimeter away. Your heart is pounding out of your chest, as all you can think about is him inside you.

“What do you want? I’ll do anything, fucking brat. Just tell me. How do I taste you again? How do I look at this pretty face while you cum?”

“Don’t say shit like that! You fuck me up.”

“You fuck me up existing. Ya know ya want it. I can feel you, dripping wet, bet you’re thinking about it.” He’s whispering in your ear now, as your hands entangle in his inky black locks, and his moan tickles your earlobe. “Admit it.”

“No I just hate you. I don’t want you.”

“No?” He pulls his leg back, making you whine, and he smirks then, your fingers itch to slap it off his face.

“I’m not a game.”

“You’re not a game, you’re just so beautiful it kills me. You’re just everything I see when I close my goddamn eyes. You’re the reason my dick is rubbed raw every night, because it’ll never feel like you.” You tremble in his hold, your hands clutching and pulling his hair hard, making him grunt in pain, as you whisper in his ear.

“I’ve played my clit so much, remembering you.” He’s moaning now, pulling you flush against his hard body, fuck it feels good, he feels good. “I’d cry out your name as I came, so wet my hands slip-”

He’s slammed his lips on yours then, and it ignites that insane desire, that need, as both of you devour each other, mouths molding, tongues shoving against each other, teeth bumping. You both can’t stop it, there’s no oxygen, just messy, desperate, sloppy kisses, as he picks you up, and you dangle off the floor, clinging to him, pressing against him.

“Need you. Fucking need to taste you. It’s all we’ll do if you want, please… doll just let me.” He’s so needy, his big hands taking over, as he speaks between kisses, as he’s pressing you against that wall, and you feel him, hard on you.

“You just wanna lick me, Toji? Don’t lie. Know you wanna fuck me.” He’s groaning, slamming his lips over yours again, biting at your lips. “Know you… mnh… wanna cum in me.”

“Jesus fucking…” He’s just carrying you then like you’re nothing, fuck you missed his strength, his scent, his kisses.

“One more time then. Then you’ll leave me. But y’know, I’ll take it.” You’re in a mix of desire, love and emotion, but he shakes his head, as you realize you’re now pressed against a hard metal car, him bending over you. He cups your face with his big fucking hands, squeezing then.

“I never wanted to fuckin leave. I wanted to do the right thing.”

“It wasn’t, Toji. It wasn’t.”

“Goddammit, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I ever-”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t ever apologize. I wanted it, why can’t you see? Why can’t you-”

Toji’s lips cut you off again, and he’s somehow got you inside a car, you blink in confusion when he’s right on the other side. “You’re comin’ with me, doll. Now.”

“What!? Where?” You’re dazed, as he shifts gears and starts driving like a crazy person.

“Hotel. Imma make it all up to you.” He’s sliding a hand up your thigh as he drives, feeling you, and you buck your hips at it, crying out in pleasure, a wet spot growing on your lacy little thong. He moans, pressing up, you grip his strong wrist, spreading your thighs for more.

“What, gonna… f-fuck me and leave?”

“Nah, gonna fuck you so good ya just drop out.” Toji’s words are toxic, Toji is toxic actually, but something about it makes you wetter, and he feels it. “Ya like that idea, doll, don’t ya?”

“No, I don’t! It’s stupid!”

“What? It’s what I want. I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you cumming…” He slides his finger under your panties now, when he finds you, both of you moan, loud. “Wouldn’t have to work. Don't do shit. Just stay home and let me eat you.”

“You’re fucking insane, old man. Crazy- ah! Fuck! Toji…”

“The way ya say my goddamn name.” He’s shoving a finger in you as he drives like some demon, and you can’t handle it, you’re damn near close from that, throbbing around his finger. “Soaked, doll… can’t wait to feel that pulsing around my cock.”

“I’m not gonna be a - ah- Housewife, Toji you’re crazy, mnh! You’ll just dis- disappear, again.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He’s fingerfucking you, knuckles deep in your eager little cunt, and you’re drenched, dripping down his leather seats, down his hand. That pressure in your tummy is so intense you can’t take it, you feel so overheated.  “I should have stayed gone.”

“No. No… no. Want you. Want you.” You’re mindlessly moaning now, writhing in the chair. “Want you s’bad, Toji.”

“Fuck… you’re so wet. You’re so fucking beautiful, see ya every time I blink. Fucking ruin me.”

“You ruin- ah - me! Mnh please, how far!?” You whisper out, and before you can blink he’s parked, and he’s opening your door. 

Toji’s hand is like a vice around your wrist, his eyes burning with passion as he drags you through the hotel lobby. The cool air hits your flushed skin, making you shiver. You’re still in that damn skimpy outfit, and you can’t even take it, you can’t take not ripping his clothes off here. You want to hold out, but you can’t.

The elevator ride is torture, his hands taking over the nip of your waist, sliding up the sides of your breasts, touching you everywhere as his lips take you over, as if he’s committing every inch of you to memory. You want to be mad at him, but it’s impossible  when his kisses make your knees weak, when his touch makes your pussy throb.

Finally, you’re in the room, you’re so lost in him you don’t even notice anything about it, and Toji has slammed the door shut, leaving you both alone, completely alone. No fear of someone coming in, or coming home, or seeing. Just you both alone, and you stare at each other for a few moments, Toji’s forest eyes lit up as they slink down that outfit.

“Mad you went looking so slutty.” You glare, reaching to smack at him again, but he grabs your wrist with a smirk, and smacks you instead. You can’t hide the moan that escapes from feeling it sting your cheek, then you’re dripping as he grabs your throat, hand encircling it completely. “You’ve gotten enough hits in, fuckin brat. Need to fuck this attitude out of you.”

“Fuck you, Toji. You can’t fuck an attitude- mnnh!” He’s got one hand on your throat, squeezing ever so softly, then his other hand is sliding down your breasts, which come alive under his touch, thumb brushing a nipple. You’re moaning, teeth biting your lower lip now.

“Wanna bet, doll? Let’s try it out and see. I’ve had enough of it.” Toji plants a surprisingly soft kiss on them. “Other uses for that mouth.”

Then Toji shoves you down on your knees, still choking you as he bends down, but you’re loving it, you can’t even lie to yourself, as you’re looking up at him, your eyes glazed over. You eagerly unzip his jeans, he lets your throat go as you do, until you have his cock sprung free, and he’s groaning, his hands shaky as they entwine in your hair.

Your eyes lock, and he’s pulling hard then, as your little hand enwraps just a part of his thick length, and you lap up the precum from his reddened tip. “First gonna fuck your throat so hard you can’t bitch at me.”

You glare, but when he’s shoving his cock deep in your mouth you can’t take it, you’re so wet your panties are sticky now, as he’s fucking into your throat, and you’re sucking through your nose to take him. You make pathetic whining noises, craving friction so bad, as your throat burns from the stretch of taking him. Your nose is right against his black pubic hair, he holds you down and groans, cock twitching inside of your throat.

“Oh my fucking… f-fuck you’re s’good doll.” He’s pulling back now, but you yank him back to you, covered in drool and precum, tears falling down your cheeks.

“More.” You simply say, he leans back a bit but you’re yanking him by his thighs, sucking so hard your cheeks hollow. He’s not moving anymore, he’s actively holding back, as you slide up and down him with your little hands.

“Doll, enough. I wanna-”

“Mmm-mmm.” You’re mumbling, you can feel him so close, you want that cum down your throat so bad, but he yanks you off him then, yanking the fuck out of your hair. “What, lemme-”

“Gonna make me cum, fuckin stop. Slutty brat.” You just grin, licking his salty precum off your lower lip.

“Then cum.” He’s glaring down at you, then he’s yanking you up by your hair, making you impossibly more ready.

“You’re thinking you tell me what to do. Nuh-uh, doll. I see school really ain’t teaching you brats shit.” He’s pushing you onto the bed then, yanking up your skirt and easing your panties down, your legs are shaking as his hand runs down them. You think you see him put those panties in his jeans. “This school girl skirt too? Tryna fucking kill me.”

“Old pervert. Ow!” Toji smacks the fuck out of your ass, the air stings it, as he’s bunched your skirt up.

“Back in my day- since I’m so fuckin old to you- you got your ass beat for talking back.” He smacks you again, hard. “Aww, what’s wrong doll?”

“Hurts, dick! Mmm!” He’s sliding a finger in your tight little cunt then, and you’re clinging to those thin hotel blankets, as he shoves your head down into the bed, finger fucking you so good you’re pathetic.

“Seems ya like it, huh doll?” He smacks you across your thighs now, right over your cunt, and you can’t even function, you’re damn near drooling at how good that pain feels. He yanks your head back up. “Asked ya a question, brat. Answer.”

“You’re a… fuck you, Toji.” He smacks you hard again, and you scream out in pain, as he’s holding your head up with that painful pull. “Ow shit!”

“Answer.”

“F-fine. I like it, okay!?” He lets your hair go now, then he’s unzipping your skirt, flipping you around to face him now, his fingers run up and down the satin strips of your bustier, leaving goosebumps on your shoulders.

“Take it off, doll. Show me what’s mine.” You lean back, feeling his eyes drink you in. You reach back to unhook it, pulling it over your head now, your breasts bouncing slightly as they’re released. Toji groans, his eyes darkening as his big hands squish your breasts. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever fuckin seen.”

“Miss them?” You murmur, your hands shoving his top up now, revealing the hard planes of his perfect abdomen, his little trail of hair under his belly button, watching goosebumps rise on his skin.

“What a dumb fuckin question, I stare at these in that picture and cum to them.” He’s yanking off his shirt, then you’re pulling him to you, as his cock is fully released when he takes off those pants. “Doll…”

“Fuck them then.” He blinks a bit, and you hold them together, blinking your lashes up at him. “What, haven’t done it?”

He laughs then, head falling back for a moment. “I’m having a wet dream, aint I? Can’t be real.”

“You scared to titty fuck, Toji? You don’t know when you can again. You’re gonna disappear- ah!” He’s gripping your chin tightly, and you’re melting at his power, you relish in making him so fucking mad, those veins popping out the side of his neck, as he makes you feel so small.

“Open up.” You do as he orders, then he’s spitting right in your mouth, making you glare as your tongue is hanging out, then he’s shoving your mouth closed, thumb pressing against your pulse point. “Yes I’ve fucked titties, damned brat. No, I’ve never fucked titties like these. Now, ask me nicely, like a good little girl.”

You gulp it down, gripping his wrist now, and he eases his grip off. “Please fuck my titties, Daddy.” Toji loses it, as he always does at that, and you can’t hide the satisfied smirk at watching those rugged cheeks blush, as he holds your tits together, squishing them, and his cock is between them. “Mmm, lemme…”

You spit down his tip, swirling it around, and he’s damn near whimpering, as now his cock is slippery between your tits, and he’s fucking them, up and down steadily. Your thighs are rubbing together as you grind shamelessly on the bed now, watching his every expression, your own hand sliding between your thighs finally. He scowls, yanking your wrist up.

“Didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” You grin, and he’s scowling even deeper, thin black brows lowering over his eyes.

“I’m so wet though.” You pout, and he pulls back then, leaving you for a moment, and you blink as he comes back with rope. “What, you plan on kidnapping me!?”

“Damn right.” Your laughter dies when he’s tied your wrists in a wickedly tight knot, making you wince. “Would love to keep you tied up and breed your lil cunt till you’re broken.”

“Toji, fucking stop that shit!” Toji is making you lose feminism, and you really don’t like that but…

“Don’t like that idea? Being my lil fuck doll? Not a thought in that pretty head?” He’s leaning down now, kissing your forehead, but it’s not sweet somehow, it’s fucking lewd. You’re trembling, breathless, and you can’t respond, not when he’s shoving you down on your back, pushing your tied wrists up, his lips kissing around one areola, before sucking a peak into his hot mouth.

Your nipples perk right up into his mouth’s hot embrace, you feel his scar against your breast, you ache to grip his hair, moaning as you feel the weight of him on you, back arching for more. His other hand squishes your breast tightly, as his teeth nip down on a peak, the pain shooting down your tummy, you feel helpless and you crave it, crave more.

“Toji…” You whine out, and he smacks your titty then, you suck in a breath. “Daddy!”

“Good girl.” He kisses your breasts as a reward, dark green eyes peeking up at you, your hand itches to brush that hair off his forehead now as it falls. He’s got stubble that’s brushing against your delicate skin, reddening it as he keeps sucking, kissing, tongue lavishing every bit. “Only I can touch you.”

“Till you leave?” He sighs, kissing up your neck, biting so hard you black out for a moment, cupping your face.

“Missed you so much, doll, y’know that?” He murmurs, his breath hot against your lips, your breaths come quicker, breasts that are covered in his saliva and decorated with red spots heaving against his hard chest. “I couldn’t think of anything but you.”

“Don’t say that!” You wriggle under him, until he shoves you down in the bed. “I can’t believe that. It’ll hurt more when you go. Just fuck me, fuck me so good I forget that you’ll leave.”

“I’ll never let ya go, doll. I don’t know how the fuck this will go, I am sure I’ll get killed by your goddamn dad, but I wanna try. I can’t stand it without you. Without that gorgeous face scowling at me.” You laugh through your tears, and you see the emotion in his own gaze, the stern set of his jaw.

“I missed you so much it hurt. It hurts so much without you, you have no idea.” You whisper, as he kisses down your throat, making you gasp, fingers clenching and unclenching, going numb from the tie. “You’re all I think about, all I want, all I dream about. I hate you for it.”

Toji groans, his teeth grazing your neck, making you whine, then he grabs you again, kissing you so hard you can feel your teeth clicking, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumbing your hard nipple. You moan into his mouth, and he pulls back, looking right into your goddamn soul.

“You’re mine, doll. You always were. And now, I’m gonna show you just how much I need you, how much I want you. How much I fucking love you.” You cry out when his hands are on your thighs, pushing them apart, his fingers digging into the muscles.

“Toji, fuck you for saying that. Fuck you.” He’s kissing down the valley of your breasts, which rise and fall with each breath, as he slides his finger between your soppy wet lips, which drool down them.

“You hate me, doll, yeah?” You just nod, and he’s kissing further down, picking up your body like nothing, shoving you up the bed. “Tell me how much, doll.”

“Hate you more than anything. Ah!” He’s swiping his tongue along your slit, teasing your clit, making you squirm and buck your hips. “Toji!”

“Mmm, why do you hate me? Tell me, doll.” He’s spreading you wide open, tongue sliding in and out of you, his teeth grazing your clit, making you whine. You can feel yourself getting closer, closer, so goddamn quick as you feel him. You’re damn near screaming as you press into the firm bed, and he’s groaning against you.

“H-hate you for m-making me love you. Stupid Toji. Fuck-fuck you.” He’s gripping you bruisingly now, rutting his cock against the mattress for some friction, he’s aching to slide into your cunt so bad he can’t even take it.

You should hate him, of course you should, but fuck you taste so good, your arousal dripping down his tongue like honey, as he’s sliding his tongue to the underside of your little clit. You scream out, shoving your hips up to fuck his face, and oh he missed this, he missed you. Toji missed you cumming all over him, soaking his entire face.

Toji misses being near you, he misses your cries, he misses the feel of your skin, so soft against his rough fingers. He looks up at you, those lush breasts bouncing as you jerk up again, then to your pretty, perfect little face. You’re looking down at him, your brows drawn together, your eyes drunk with pleasure, as he slides a finger in your syrupy wetness, you’re so goddamn tight it makes him leak more precum.

“Why else, doll?” He cooes, he knows you love him, he knows you’re full of it, that you’re hurt. You should be hurt.

Your mouth opens as he hits that little spongy spot, the one that makes you senseless for him, and you just scream out, fuck your sounds, your body, your taste… it’s got him close to cumming now, right on the blankets. He needs you to cum for him though, so many times you’re stupid, until you give him that well fucked look he craves so goddamn much.

“Let me touch you, fuck, please.” You beg out, your little hands struggling to get out of the knot he’d put them in.

“Cum first. Now, like a good girl.” Those words wreck you, he watches it, as he dives back down, finding your little clit and sucking it into his mouth now, latching on like he’s starved. He is starving for you. The amount of nights he’d just jerked it remembering your taste was pathetic, you make him pathetic.

You’re pathetic for him, Toji makes you pathetic.

He’s sucked your clit in his hot mouth, and you’re falling apart as he uses his finger and his mouth at the same time, humming on your clit. It all shatters, you can’t function, can barely fucking breathe as it starts to overtake you, as his eyes hit you, and you’re cumming, so hard, wetness pouring all over him, and he drinks it up.

“Toji! Oh my- fuck!” You scream out his name as your orgasm hits, your body convulsing with pleasure, your pussy clenching around his finger, and his tongue lapping up every drop of your cum, making you shiver and gasp for breath. And as he looks up at you, leaning up, you realize you can’t even pretend to hate him, no you’re fucking hopeless for him.

“Good girl. Still hate me?” He murmurs, untying your wrists with one deft movement, hovering over you with his strong arms. You’re still trembling from the intensity, shaking your head.

“I never did. I fucking love you, stupid old man.” You yank him by his hair, slamming his lips down on your own, and he’s on top of you fully now, heavy weight pressing on your breasts, sharp pelvis against your soft tummy. You’re whining against him, eagerly wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Old man, huh?” He slides his hand back around your throat now, squeezing and putting that perfect pressure, making you fuzzy and light headed as he’s sliding his tip up and down your slit, hitting your oversensitive clit now. Your nails dig into his shoulders, eagerly kissing him over and over. “I love you, stupid fucking brat.”

“Stupid, fuck you… ah!” He’s shoved his length in you then, and the stretch burns after so long, fuck you were barely getting used to him then. He’s sliding out then back inside, even deeper, and you’re convulsing as he squeezes.

“Stupid. Brat. For loving me.” Your heart shatters as he’s fucking into you now, as sweat drips from his chest down yours, and you’re losing focus, walls fluttering around his thick length. “Fuck you feel s’good, doll. Missed this.”

“M-Missed you in me.” Toji groans at that, and you’re shattering around him, cumming so hard you can’t breathe, can’t think. He’s pushing in, right against your cervix, so deep you can’t take it, black glitter filling your vision until he lets you go, kissing you as he’s pumping in and out.

You can’t get a breath, you’re consumed by him, by his big hands all over your body, by his muscles working over you, his scent, everything. His cock pumping and stretching your little hole out so good, it’s so painful but perfect, and you’re drowning in him.

You can’t think of how this won’t work, you can’t think of anything except how goddamn perfect this feels, of losing yourself in him.

“Feel so fuckin perfect, doll. Fuck.” Toji is leaned down now, and the bedsprings creak under the weight as he’s fucking into you harder and harder, pushing your legs up higher, and your head sinks in the bed under you, leading him to plant sloppy kisses along your throat.

“Mnh, Toji…” He bites your throat hard now, making you shiver with the pain, then he leans up, strings of saliva down his lips.

“Ya know what to call me, doll. Say it.” You struggle to form words when he shoves in too deep.

“Daddy!” He’s entwined his hands with yours, and it’s too intimate, it’s all too much, as you’re close to cumming again. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, sinking even more into your now sloppy cunt.

“Hear how wet you are for your Daddy, huh doll?” You nod weakly, as the sounds of your squelching wetness mix with the smacking of skin, as his hips snap relentlessly pounding his cock inside of you, shoving any thought out of your goddamn head. “No words? Stupid for me huh.”

“F-fuck… fuck! You… Mmm…” He yanks out of you then, you whine out at the loss as the cool air shocks your overheated cunt, then he flips you around, grabbing you by your hips and shoving his cock back inside you, even deeper. His curved tip is dragging along your walls, hitting your spot, and you cum again, head arching back as you scream out.

“Stupid… doll… f’me. Say it.” He grunts out, and you shake your head, earning a smack that echoes in the room, but it just makes you wetter, makes you lose it more.

“You’re s-stupid, f-fuck! Ow, shit shit!” You’ve earned another smack, your thighs are just shaking, you can’t even stabilize yourself, as your eyes roll back with his stupidly hard thrusts.

“Haven’t fucked ya good enough then, can still run that mouth.” He huffs, then he’s shoving your head back down in the bed, holding it down as he rails your cunt, but she’s slick and eager, sucking him in. He’s leaning forward, hitting your cervix at a bruising damn pace, and you can’t even function, you’re feeling too much at once, and all you can do is scream into the damn blanket.

Toji is relentless, fuck he has stamina, and you are about to tap out, as you can barely breathe with his big hand on you. He is pumping so damn hard you’re sore, but you’re cumming again, and now it hurts the intensity of it. You can’t form a thought in your stupid brain, he’s right, you’re stupid now. Just drooling on the bed as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He leans back, yanking you up, making your back arch into a curve, and his fingertips slide down your spine, before he grabs your hips, digging his thumbs into the dimples in your back, pressing deeper as he slows his movements. “Stupid little doll, my little doll.”

“Mnh…” Is all you manage, you hear him chuckle as he pulls you to your knees, letting you rest your back on him for a moment, cupping your face.

“Can’t talk, huh… Sweet little girl. Drooling all over.” He swipes the drool off your face, and you just stare into his blown out eyes with your own, cock drunk off him. All you do is nod, and he moans, slamming his lips on yours, but yours are slack, until you cry out as he rolls his hips under you. “No words baby?”

“Mmm.” You can’t speak, you can barely focus on anything, he’s bucking his hips up into you now, your head falls back, silky hair cascading down his skin, and then he’s reaching around, rubbing your clit. “Ah!”

“Cum all over Daddy’s cock again, baby. You can do it.” You whimper, shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. But he’s urging you on, humming against your ear as he licks it with his hot tongue.

“T’much… can’t… ah- I… ngh…” You’re reduced to stupid mutters, there’s nothing, not even a damn room, it’s just Toji overtaking you, running circles on your clit as he kisses down the side of your neck. You grind weakly and helplessly on him, soaking his thighs, soaking everything.

“I know, baby, I know. You can do it f’me, f’Daddy yeah?” You manage a helpless nod, as he flicks your clit side to side with two fingers, and you’re convulsing in his hold. “There it is, let it go.”

You cum so hard this time it leaves you a twitching mess, as you gasp for breath, tears streaming black mascara on your once made up cheeks, now streaky. Toji groans now, arms wrapping your waist, and he’s paused his strokes, he’s gripping your body so tight you can’t breathe, you just fall limply against him, head back on his neck, and he’s moaning in your ear.

“Good girl.” You shiver at it, as his hands trail up your body, grabbing your breasts and you whine pathetically. “Where ya want this cum, doll? I know you’re… I know you… Fuck you feel…”

“In me. Put a baby in me. Please.” Toji groans, now, taking your chin between his fingers, and your eyes lock as you feel him throb inside you.

“Wanna make you pregnant. Fill you up s’good.” He groans as he bites out the words, his other hand pressing your tummy, you weakly nod.

“Fill me… ngh- Daddy, please fill me.” He whines out now, slamming his lips on yours, and he’s pushing up all the way, your cunt is drooling all along his cock, and you’re whimpering in pleasure when you feel him pulsing, when you feel his cum shooting inside you.

“Oh my fucking- doll fuckin love you.” His words end you, along with the endless streams of hot cum coating your walls, bringing you to a final climax that hits your oversensitive body too hard.

“Love you… hate you… fuck you… need you…” You’re mumbling as he presses up, pushing his cum so deep inside. Toji kisses you again, sighing his pleasure, as you’re both oversensitive messes, as his cum is getting pushed out and sucked in by the muscles of your sloppy cunt, throbbing around him in aftershocks.

He finally sighs, you’re just leaning on him, limp and listless, he’s holding onto you, kissing every inch he can reach, hands caressing your skin everywhere, until he buries his head in the crook of your neck, squeezing you so tight. You relish in it, in the afterglow, in the feel of him.

“Fuck I missed you. Ruined me. Evil lil bitch.” He bites you again, and you hiss at it, but you tilt your head for more, as he squeezes you even harder.

“Fucking ruined me, Toji Fushiguro. Fuck you.”

“You did. Well, I fucked you. Fucked you stupid, ha.” He bites again, with his sharp ass teeth where he’d already bit, and you feel the hot sticky saliva, as you’re still connected, and your cunt is dripping out his cum.

“What now, gonna run? Huh?” Your anger is just your fear, but you can’t stop it, can’t stop your heart from thudding out of your chest, from your tummy sucking in at the feeling of his touch.

You love him. You’re so in love it’s stupid.

You’re terrified of it.

“What now? Gonna push that cum you’re wasting back in, so I can make sure you’re knocked the fuck up.” He pulls out of you and flips you on your back then, and you see it, his insane big grin, the one that stretches that scar, and his eyes have gone fucking insane.

Oh shit.

Chapter 9

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"You're pathetic."

"What?!" Yuji exclaimed at Nobara's statement, throwing his hands up in protest.

"Oh come on, Fushiguro! Tell him! It's so obvious you have a crush on them!" Nobara slammed both her hands on the table.

Eliciting many weird stares and muffled whispers from the many patrons of the café they were in.

"Kugisaki, you're too loud." Megumi calmly replied at the brunette.

Nobara sighed dramatically before falling to her chair. Then, glaring directly at Yuji, who still had a bashful grin on his face.

"See, he's smiling like an idiot now," Nobara gestured towards the pink-haired boy sitting across from her, "When are you going to tell them?!"

"I don't even know if they like me! I'd rather not ruin our friendship." Yuji spoke bashfully as the waiter brought out their orders.

A gorgeous Instagram-worthy pancake for Nobara, a plain tea for Megumi and some colourful swirly drink

"They like you." Megumi simply answered, exhausted by the usual bantering between Nobara and Yuji, which now seem to go for days.

"See!" Nobara pointed out after taking a bite of her pancake.

"How do you know!?" Yuji exclaimed at his dark-haired friend.

"I've been their friend for longer than I've been your friend," Megumi spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. Which was true.

He was friends with you way before he was friends with either Yuji or Nobara. The fact of it made Yuji groan and slump on his chair, not caring about the goofy grin that decorated his face. As much as he wished you reciprocated his feelings, he just can't risk it. He cares about you too much as a friend to try and force something on you if you feel bad about rejecting him.

"Ok how about this!" Nobara clapped her hands, "Toge's hosting a party in his house, everyone will be there, Fushiguro can convince Y/n to come, confess to them then or I'll tell them."

For some reason, even with Yuji and Megumi not vocally agreeing to Nobara's plan. It was assumed that everyone had agreed, knowing for a fact that even if they hadn't agreed, Nobara would've continued on with the plan.

On the other hand, you were extremely hesitant to go to the party. Even with the tease of having fun and maybe even seeing Nobara try to fight Mai, which would be hilarious, the work you had procrastinated over half of the semester had pilled up.

Weirdly enough, though, Megumi tried to still convince you to join in. Even though it was him who urged you to finish your work a few days back. What changed? You'd soon find out at the party.

It was a usual frat house party, so you didn't bother dressing up too much. But knowing Yuji would be there, you put some effort into how you looked, wanting to look at least presentable.

"Yuji! Nobara!" You greeted the duo who was standing in Toge's open doorway.

You opted to go with Megumi from your house whilst Yuji and Nobara had arrived slightly earlier. A warm smile crept its way onto your face when you saw Yuji. He just radiated a sense of calmness that you didn't find anywhere else. Though it was funny to see he was already holding a red solo cup in his hand, probably filled with cheap, yet strong, alcohol.

"What type of bullshit did Panda decide to get this time?" You chuckled, gesturing towards the cup.

"Gojo actually bought the bottle," Yuji answered, shocking you and causing Megumi to roll his eyes.

"Right!" Nobara laughed at your shocked expression, "I'm still questioning how he knew we had a party today; does he not have friends his age?"

The three of you laughed at Nobara's statement. It couldn't be any closer to the truth. Satoru Gojo, the surprisingly oddball of a professor who was also Megumi's legal guardian. It was an odd scenario.

Your eyes lingered at Yuji's slightly flushed expression for a moment, noting how he somehow laughs even more freely than he usually does when he's slightly tipsy.

"Now what are you guys doing just standing outside?"

Your group's attention was immediately cut towards one of the hosts for the party. Maki was standing near you four, holding her own solo cup, though she looked soberer than Yuji was, urging the four of you to come in.

"Todo's looking for you, Itadori," Maki spoke just in time for a hulking voice to yell out Yuji's name from inside the house, a voice that no doubt belonged to Todo.

Finally, the four of you went into the house and spread out. Megumi stayed around the corners of the room, listening to random conversations he was somehow dragged in. Then, causing you to quirk your eyebrows slightly, why was he so intent on you coming when he didn't look like he wanted to be here.

You didn't have time to overthink about it, though, since you were quickly pulled back to the conversation you, Miwa, and Momo were having. Each holding one solo red cup but barely drinking from it. Of course, Gojo would buy something more alcoholic than you'd prefer. Which made you think of how Yuji was now doing.

He always seemed to be holding a cup, one that was almost always near empty.

As time went on, the party continued to rage on. Picking up even more when Mai tried to pick a fight with Nobara. Laughter and music rang through the air, a fun retreat from the stresses of the piling work no doubt everyone in the house had.

Excusing yourself from a conversation you somehow got caught up in between Panda and Maki, you went out towards the terrace to get some air. The suffocating house was starting to feel stifling. Mainly because you weren't drunk enough to enjoy the party scene for too long.

Taking a deep breath, you leaned forward to the fence of the patio. The blaring music still going off behind you. You didn't know how much time had passed before a drunk Yuji came stumbling out to the patio and placed himself right beside you.

He leaned on the fence, his head resting by his chin on one of his hands. He was looking at you so intently you couldn't help but chuckle under his intense gaze.

"You're drunk."

"And you're gorgeous."

That sudden statement caught you aback.

"Smooth."

You tried to lighten the sudden tight atmosphere. Surely Yuji didn't mean it? Perhaps a trick in the moonlight caused him to see you in a way he usually won't. But you couldn't stop looking at him. Was this a trick in the moonlight?

How his flushed skin glistened, goofy grin causing butterflies to erupt, messy pink hair.

"I mean it." Yuji stood straight now.

Closing the already small distance between the two of you. He stood slightly taller than you, causing you to have to look up to stare at him. You didn't say anything. Couldn't.

Afraid that if this was an act put up by the alcohol in his system, it'll all go away the moment you say something.

"You're drunk."

But it'd be immoral to continue letting him advance you when he wasn't in a state to understand his actions.

"I am," he spoke, causing you to sigh a little bit before dropping your head.

He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing. You moved to turn around and go back to the party. Maybe drinking some of the strong alcohol Gojo had bought. But a hand that somehow snaked to your lower back stopped you from doing so.

You looked back up, only to be met with Yuji's serious expression. His eyes looking at you but not focusing at all. As if he was thinking of something.

"Yu, drink some water, come on." You tried to urge him back inside.

But he didn't move, keeping his hand on the small of your back, preventing you from moving as well.

"I like you." He suddenly spoke out.

Your eyes widened for a moment, hope filling your system. Before you focus back on the red on Yuji's face. Sighing loudly, you smiled at the pink-haired man, placing one of your hands on his cheek. Feeling the warmth under your skin.

"You're drunk." This time you emphasized each word, trying to get him to realize the weight of what you were saying.

Once again, though, Yuji wouldn't relent. He only shook his head, causing the mess of his hair to get even messier. Falling to his face in a way that made you want to push it backwards.

"If I wasn't I wouldn't be able to say it!" He stammered out in frustration.

You wish you could accept his confession. You really do. The hope of reciprocated feelings feeling good in your heart. But again, he was drunk; Yuji didn't know what he was doing nor what he was saying. It'd be better to move on from this than getting disappointed once he was sober.

"Yuji, listen, ok? I really really like you too. More than a friend, but you'll probably forget what I'm saying now tomorrow, and tomorrow you wouldn't be feeling this way."

You patted his chest, trying to signal him to let go of you and let the two of you continue to have fun at the party as friends.

"No!"

God damnit, he was a stubborn drunk.

"Yu-" "This isn't going to go anywhere." From the corner of your eye, you see Nobara opening the patio door, both her hands on her hips, a frustrated expression on her face with Megumi following behind her.

"Kugisaki! They're not listening!" You hear Yuji whine in front of you.

Your head turned towards Nobara and Megumi, both of which looked pretty irritated. Especially Nobara.

"Yeah I know I heard everything." Nobara sighed loudly.

"What are you guys talking about?" The situation was slowly getting somewhat confusing.

"I like you!!!" Yuji yelled, pulling you close to him in a tight hug.

It wasn't like you'd never hugged your friend before. But it still felt different this time.

"Yu."

"Y/n for once trust him." Megumi suddenly spoke.

That was odd. Your black-haired friend wasn't one to meddle in business like this.

"He's an idiot who's noisy and annoying. But he actually likes you, and you like him, so stop making this harder for all of us."

Stunned by Megumi's straightforwardness, you stayed silent. A moment passed by before you turned towards Yuji. The way he held onto you and looked at you solidified something in your mind. Chuckling slightly, you gave Yuji a light peck on his cheek.

"Alright, but we'll talk about it more when you're sober."

Cue the loud giggling coming from the pink-haired boy, crushing you in an even tighter hug.

I apologize for taking a really long time to write this, I genuinely was overwhelmed at how many requests I got and tried to take things at a slower pace! But either way, thank you so much for joining my event and I hope you enjoy reading this!

[babu-haitani]

Hiii so i saw that your request is open so can you do haitani brothers with nobara reader??

This is so short but I hope you would still enjoy! <3

"I'm pretty and you aren't. NO" (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Crack? Headcanons

Pairings: Ran, Rindou x FEM! Reader

RAN HAITANI

Ran is a confident yet cocky man, he gets off of teasing other people and making sure his Ego is well fed.

You were confident as well but you weren't cocky, you're just confident, beautiful and Independent.

You hate proving other people that you can't stand up for yourself and can't protect yourself.

You like to take on challenges even if it means nearly killing yourself, that's just how you were.

Ran met you when you accidentally walked to a Gang's hideout without thinking, luckily he was with the gang and he hates seeing girls getting hit.

Despite him being a king of Roppongi and known for killing someone, he was quiet a gentleman.

"Let me go! you disgusting shit!" You yelled as you try to make them let go of your hand, this was the exact moment that you wished Megumi and Yuuji were with you and help you.

"Oi...What are you idiots doing?..." A guy appeared as he walked past a swarm of men with the same uniform as the people who were holding you, you looked at him up and down with raised eyebrows. This made him form a smirk on his mouth.

"Ya' like what you see?~" He flirtatiously asked, the guy next to him just rolled his eyes and fixed his glasses.

"No" You plainly answered, not squirming from the hold of the men that was holding both your arms. The guy infront of you looked at you with wide eyes then let out a soft yet deep chuckle.

"and why not?..." He asked, making you laugh. The men that was holding you tightened their grip and told you to stop laughing.

"I'm sorry! it's just that...haven't you seen yourself infront of a mirror? seriously? pigtails? what are you? a Little girl in kindergarden?" You questioned as you laugh even more. You were sure you heard some of the men behind and infront of you laugh, including the guy that was near him.

"I'd rather be beaten up by guys than be saved by little girly over here" You spoke, The guy with pig tails smacked the guy beside him for laughing and turned around to glare at the others.

"Ran Haitani is my name..." He introduced himself, you just smiled and stick out a tongue at him. He told the men to let go of you and started guiding you out of their hideout.

"See you soon, brat~" He said his goodbyes at you, you just rolled your eyes and flicked him off.

After that he can't stop thinking about you and would try his best to search for you whenever he can just so he can properly introduce himself once again and ask you out on a date.

You basically wrapped him around your fingers and he was enjoying every bit of it.

RINDOU HAITANI

You and Rindou are alike, he is confident in himself and would use his confidence so he can make himself feel better and forget about the fact that his brother would always outshine him.

Rindou met you when you were hanging out with your two guy friends while shopping.

Ran and Rindou were just walking at the mall when Rindou suddenly bumped into a guy, Rindou was about to face the guy when he was suddenly bumped again by you.

When he looked at you guys with gritted teeth, he saw that you were holding a white lace dress and you were glaring at a pink haired boy.

"OI YUUJI!! CAN'T YOU SEE THIS IS WHITE!? If you dropped another shopping bag I swear I'll poke out your eyes and make sure you die...understand?" You threatened yuuji while the pink haired boy just nodded at your threat.

You looked at the guy he bumped into and bowed in apology, after bowing you walked away but you were then grabbed in the hands.

Rindou looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, you looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

"I know I'm pretty but you're not my type" You bluntly spoke making Rindou's brother laugh out loud, Rindou just looked in awe.

"HAHAHA! that was a nice hit in your heart Rindou!" his brother exclaimed as he wrapped and arm around him, still laughing. You pushed away Rindou, making him loose his grip on you and letting you go.

"If I were you I would just find someone, they won't be as pretty as me but it's better than nothing." You bowed as you started walking away with your friends. He was left there dumbfounded and his brother on the floor wheezing because of your confidence and your straightforward answer before Rindou could even ask you for your number.

Rindou was pissed ----YES

But even though he was pissed because of how you acted, he would definitely want to talk to you more <3

[shokobuns]

green light.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: angst, smut, gatsby au

WORD COUNT: 2.9k+

WARNINGS: smut (17+), angst, major character death, size kink, unprotected sex, implied overstim, praise

NOTES: this is for @erensbunny's collab! thanks for betaing @mitsuluv <3

Miles away from your own household, there’s nothing and no one.

Only a flower field that stretches beyond the horizon, the hues of orange and purple in the sky, round sunglasses and a picnic blanket. It’s miles of pink and green, far from family fortune, far from status, far from your own obligations. Places like these were too few and far between, but it doesn’t matter because life hasn’t started and there was nothing to tie you down just yet.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips while you giggle, staring into his cerulean eyes. Your sundress stops at your ankles, ruffles following down in a pattern, and his button up fits loosely around his torso, the first few undone revealing his pale chest. His other hand comes up to caress your cheek, causing you to pull the brim of your hat down to hide your face, but he swats it away, wanting to admire your flushed cheeks.

The sunset perfectly illuminates your skin and while there was nothing to separate the two of you just yet, there will be something that does. And so, he treats every moment as if it was the last, memorizing the creases of your face when you smile, the pearls complimenting your skin, the sound of your laughter. You, on the other hand, don’t think much about what’s to come. Because for right now, you feel too much love, too much to the point where it clouds your thoughts of the future.

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Satoru.”

A small phrase that can only be uttered when you’re miles away, a place where it is just you and Satoru and you and Satoru only. And while you can fall into the rabbit hole of what they would think and what they would do and what might happen, you can also enjoy the way Satoru kisses down your neck, how he gently lays you down on the floral picnic blanket and hikes up your long dress.

A bright past and a dark present.

Both of you are miles away, yes, but not together.

Satoru faces the dark present in which you’ve slipped through his fingers and into the arms of Naoya Zenin. The dark present in which you have it all, a husband, a daughter, and a house to call your own while he is simply just a lonely man in a large, empty mansion. Even when he can see the green light flashing just across the bay, you still feel far away.

Despite the distance, he’s thankful that he gets the chance to see you at all, watching his neighbor and quickly introducing himself as the owner of the house. It was one party after another after another after another and at this point he’s lost count of how many dollars were spent on this single hope—the hope that you’d show up someday and he found it in his new neighbor.

You still remember that night that you ripped off your necklace, gorgeous and costing hundreds at the least, the pearls clattering on your hardwood floors, a tear stained letter—it was all so vivid. Drowning in your own sorrow and missed opportunity, the stench of alcohol on you and your bedsheets, it was not a night you would like to remember. Mostly because it reminds you of what you could have had and stirs up feelings of regret that makes you sick to your stomach every time you see your husband.

His face, chiseled perfectly and flat hair, sharp eyes and soft lips. When you wake up in the mornings and see his face, it only brings you disappointment. But the sound of your daughter’s feet pitter pattering through the hallways somewhat makes up for it. She doesn’t look like him and you thank whatever higher power is up there that she doesn’t. With wide set eyes and chubby cheeks, you only wish her an easy life where she can do the same—be a fool—but this time, with a man she loved.

Cradling her in your arms made the dark present not so dark. And your younger cousin being nearby only brightened it up just a little bit more.

What a lovely boy, inviting you over for tea. You had missed him in the years he was gone and it would be nice to escape the house once in a while. With a simple purple dress and pearl earrings, you’re out the door and into the car. After a silent fifteen minute drive, the driver stops in front of a quaint cottage, lively green grass and flowers growing along the little columns. The area surrounding his house is perfectly neat, trimmed, and organized. Already, you can tell the interior would be pleasing to the eye.

Megumi comes out of the house, politely walking you to his door and keeping you dry as the rain poured down onto the two of you. Just as you expected, the interior is just as beautiful, varieties of flowers on almost every surface, the colors complimenting each other. You stare, admiring the whites, the yellows, and the pinks of each petal, thankful that your little cousin went to such lengths for a small visit.

“Did you ransack a greenhouse, Gumi?”

He’s silent, still at the door, but you hear a small chuckle. “You know, it’s funny.”

“What’s funny?”

Just as the words leave your mouth, there’s a knock on his door and goes up to answer it. You go back to admiring the flowers for a few more seconds, but you feel a presence behind you and turn around only to be met with a man in a white suit, matching his newly styled hair, blue eyes piercing through you with an intense gaze, his sunglasses in hand. You’re frozen in place and your feet are unable to lift from the ground, but he takes a few hesitant steps towards you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to be seeing you again.”

With that, he smiles, “I’m certainly glad to be seeing you, as well.”

“It’s… beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. But how do you live here all alone?”

“I don’t. It’s always full of interesting people.”

Every single shrub is neatly trimmed, water flows gently in the fountain, flowers blooming in the garden. The mansion is huge, too big for only one person, and pristine on both the inside and the outside. The first place Satoru takes you is out on the water where you sit by him, a drink in your hand, Megumi taking pictures of the scenery and the people around him. He holds out his hand for you to hold as you try to steady yourself on the float, a drink in one hand and the other holding onto his shoulder.

“Smile.” You hear Megumi say, but you’re far too busy with Satoru tickling your sides, squirming as he coos small teases. The camera clicks, capturing the both of you in the moment.

When he brings all of you back inside his home, you’re in awe of the sparkling chandelier hanging from his ceiling, the gold lining the walls of the second floor, the sturdy architecture, shiny black and yellow floors. It’s a contrast from what you would have expected from Satoru who was once a humble soldier, plucking from your bedroom in the night and bringing you to a faraway place just to escape. You were once ready to accept the reality that status set the two of you apart, but now you wonder if it even is an issue.

But you’re old money and he’s new money.

How did he acquire all of this? His house? His clothes? The entirety of his wealth? You’re not exactly sure, but you don’t let your mind wander, opting to run up the grand white staircase, getting to the second floor only to be met with a black floor so spotless that you can see your own reflection. Along with Megumi, he follows behind you, watching every single movement and every single expression on your face. Eventually, he catches up next to you, motioning for you to follow him into a room with a single bed and another small set of stairs, rambling about where he gets his clothes.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” You reply, excitedly looking around the room where there’s countless shelves, all full of fabrics. “They’re so beautiful.”

He smiles at you from above, beginning to pull the clothing from the shelves and throwing them down for you to see. You giggle, a wide smile plastered on your face as different pinks, whites, and purples take over your vision. “Satoru, you’re gonna ruin them!”

He’s careless, letting half of his wardrobe fly out in the air and you struggle to catch them all, falling over into the bed. You’re elated, the variety of clothing making you squeal in delight as you jump onto the mattress, sitting in the middle, surrounded by fabric of different patterns and colors. You’re buried in them and he doesn’t stop until the sound of your laughter starts to die down. His chest fills with concern as he races down the stairs to comfort your disoriented figure on the bed.

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and soon you feel his fingers come down to your chin to turn your head towards him. Although, you avoid eye contact, not wanting to confront the reality that it’s been five years. “Hey, shhh,” he coos, his voice softening, “What’s wrong, bunny?”

It’s a loaded question and you already have the answer in your head, on the tip of your tongue, but the more you think, the more you realize that there isn’t a right way to express it to Satoru. A daughter, a husband that you supposedly love, a life supported by old money. Five years away from the love of your life only for him to randomly appear back into your life during a time of stability. And even with your vague knowledge of Naoya’s mistress, you’re the perfect wife for him, foolish and obedient.

But still, your heart is drawn to Satoru—it always has been and it always will be.

“It— It makes me sad…” you reply with a meek voice, “The shirts… they’re just so beautiful.”

He chuckles, kissing the side of your head.

“Fuck! Satoru—” you squeal, his leaking tip prodding at your slit. It’s all familiar, but it doesn’t make it any easier to take him. After five years apart, you forget how big he is, veins running down the side of his pretty cock, long and heavy against your inner thigh. You’ve already lost how many times he’s made you cum on his mouth, your overstimulated cunt aching for more.

“I got you,” he mutters, rubbing your pearl in lazy circles as he pushes in, slowly filling you up inch by inch, “S-So big—”

‘“Yeah?” he coos, maintaining a bruising grip on your hips, “I’m barely halfway in. Just hold on, bunny.”

You nod, tears streaming down your face as he tries to distract with more kisses on your cheeks, gently brushing them away with his thumb. Your hole stretches to take him, splitting in half until you feel his tip kissing your cervix. His mouth latches onto your breast, his hips moving in slow strokes, his hands rubbing reassuring circles on the side of your thigh. “Such a good bunny,” he praises, “Pretty girl.”

“Mhm,” you squeak, feeling him as he starts to fasten the pace, wet squelches echoing throughout the entirety of the bedroom, “I- I missed you.”

“I missed— fuck!— you,” he replies, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. A string of drool connects his mouth to your nipple, drunk on your pussy, becoming more and more mindless as your cunt sucks him in. The pain of him stretching you out subsides, replaced by the heat building up in your lower tummy. His cock drags against your gummy walls, his fingers interlacing with yours as he fucks into you, juices flowing from your folds down to the white sheets.

“Say you love me,” he whispers against your lips, your eyes half lidded and mind empty, “Please…”

Your eyes open only slightly, making out cerulean eyes with blown out pupils, your own fingers threading through messy white hair, “I— I love you,” you reply, your mind hazy with lust, “Fuck, give it to me. Satoru, please—”

He kisses your bottom lip, knowing exactly what to do, his thrusts becoming harder and erratic, warm skin slapping against yours, balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to his high. His cock is covered in milky white and your grip on his hand tightens at the same time he can feel you squeezing around him like a vice, the coil snapping in your tummy. He brings his lips to yours, swallowing your moans.

“Hold on for a little while longer, bunny. For me, alright?”

You nod as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before fastening his pace, pounding against your cervix at a rapid speed. Drool spills from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as the knot starts the build once again, your mind going numb as he blows his load into your swollen pussy, squeezing the plush of your hips.

“Love you,” he murmurs in your ear at the same time you’re ready to doze off, your post orgasm haze taking over you, “So much.” He continues, kissing your head.

“I love you, too,” you respond as he turns you to the side before interlocking your fingers together. It’s calming, it feels right and every moment eases your mind off the lost five years between the two of you. “Would you run away with me if you had the chance?”

You’re not sure if your mind is clouded with lust or if it was the feeling of finally being cherished by a man you wished you married or if every sense of rationality had already left you, but in a heartbeat, you respond easily.

“Yes.”

He presses his lips against your bare back before the both of you doze off together in a dreamless sleep.

It all feels surreal.

The last time you see Megumi, he tells you about the emptiness of the mansion, the vines growing against the walls, how the once trimmed bushes are now overgrown and you ask him to stop talking. As much as you love your little cousin, a mention of the house was just another reminder of what you could have had. It only fills you with regret and guilt.

Naoya kisses your head, but it’s not the same.

While you have your daughter to take care of, your husband to serve, it’s only natural for your mind to wander. It’s only natural for your heart to ache, your stomach to turn, your fists to clench. There’s too many questions of what if or what could have been. Would Satoru still be alive if you had followed through? Would you be happier? Did you make the right decision?

But once someone, anyone, walks into your room, reality hits you like a truck and you’re back to where you’re supposed to be. And your life isn’t horrible at all because when you snap back to reality, you snap back to green grass, the finest silks, and the pearls around your neck. You snap back to the perfect family, a strong husband that can protect you, a beautiful daughter that can live a simple life. It’s all old money, acquired not by bootlegging or running a speakeasy, but passed down through generations. While things aren’t perfect, they nearly are.

Still, what if you had taken your daughter with you, living in that huge mansion where the floors are spotless and gold lines the walls and ceilings?

Day by day, it eats at you and when moving day comes, it doesn’t get any easier. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this life—one where you had to worry about your status, one where you tied down to your family. Maybe you were perfect for it, overthinking each and every single problem that five lost years had caused you. You would forget about him one day, at least you think you would.

But you still remember cerulean eyes so clearly, round sunglasses, a pink tint on pale cheeks, soft lips, tousled ivory hair. And it hurts you every time because even after life, the image has a tug on your heart. He didn’t ever get to hear your last words to him, you weren’t there to comfort him, you didn’t even bother to attend his funeral. Megumi knows not to mention him around you, too. He keeps his filter on, processing his grief on his own.

Satoru reaches out to the green light across the bay, too afraid to go there on his own, but the hope of seeing you once again fuels the fire in his heart. He goes through the trouble of sacrificing his money and his time, replaying old scenes of you in his head and is thankful that he even made it this far, that he was even this close to calling you his. He reaches out one moment and he’s gone the next.

And the green light simply guides boats to the dock. It’s all it does anymore.

© this is a work of @crybabygumi, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my work on other platforms.

[nurvuss]

I Watched the First Episode of Every New Spring 2021 Anime Airing on Crunchyroll

Hey, are you like me, and feeling like you're not getting the most out of your Crunchyroll subscription? Sure, there's stuff on there that you know you like. But whenever I look at the big long list of simulcasting shows, my eyes glaze over and I don't even know where to begin.

I wanted to change my habits and see if there were any shining gems that I should be watching. So, as per the title, I watched the first episode of every new Spring 2021 anime on Crunchyroll. And guess what? There’s a lot of crap! But indeed, there’s some stuff that’s worth your time.

Some clarification: I've only watched shows that began their first season in April 2021.

Backflip!!

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The Lowdown

As Futaba Shotaro comes to the end of middle school, his interest in baseball has begun to wane. Soon he notices the Ao High Boys Gymnastic Club and becomes enthralled, especially after seeing them perform. Once he learns they're down two members, he chooses to sign up and pursue the art of gymnastics. The club is also joined by Misato Ryoya, a star solo gymnast looking to expand his technique through teamwork.

Our Thoughts

Pretty formulaic shoujo sports anime: you've got your himbo, your thug, your ladies' man, your stoic guy, with Shotaro rounding out the cast as the shy and awkward audience surrogate. It looks wholesome enough, and the choreographed routines employ CG in a way that's quite convincing without being hideous.

Who It's For

Fans of  FREE, or Yuri!!! on Ice, or any similar shows about cute boys who succeed at athletic feats. 

Borscht Rating

Burning Kabaddi

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The Lowdown

Legendary high school soccer star Yoigoshi Tatsuya has given up on sports! That is, until he's blackmailed to join the high school kabaddi team, under threat of his online persona being leaked to the entire school. Although Tatsuya initially writes kabaddi off as stupid, the unexpected happens as he begins to have fun.

Our Thoughts

Kabaddi is kinda like competitive tag, or dodgeball but with your body instead of a ball. Burning Kabaddi is basically the shounen alternative to Backflip!! above, replete with nosebleeds, pratfalls, and dudes punching each other. The main cast don't seem to like each other very much; that probably changes as the show goes on but at first blush it's a dynamic I always find annoying.

Who it's For

Fans of Haikyuu!!? Maybe?

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CARDFIGHT!! VANGUARD overDress

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The Lowdown

The newest series based on Bushiroad's collectible card game, featuring character designs by the beloved collective CLAMP. Petit middle schooler Yu-Yu just doesn't know how to say no. As his older students dress him in drag to use as live makeup practice, he suffers a panic attack and flees into the streets. After being accosted by a pickup artist, he's befriended by Megumi, who invites him to witness a Cardfight match at the local abandoned amusement park. However, Yu-yu is too shy to tell Megumi he's actually a boy…

Our Thoughts

What an unexpectedly weird concept for a show about a card game. Our hero spends the whole episode in drag, whimpering and simpering at the sight of any conflict. Then they show off the latest series of cards, which all seem to be giant buff knights with names like "Bad Steve" and "Violent Bruce". Your guess is as good as mine.

Who it's For

Cardfight!! lovers, Japanese gender studies majors, or the most desperate fujoshi. 

Borscht Rating

Cestvs: The Roman Fighter

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The Lowdown

The year is 54AD, and Nero has taken the throne as the youngest emperor of Rome. At the bottom of the population, Cestvs is a young slave training to be a colosseum boxer. Reluctant, his only choice is to fight or die.

Our Thoughts

Seeing Nero depicted as a gentle little twink is pretty funny. It's also pretty funny that the central character is named after a Roman boxing glove. The animation style transitions to some very uncanny CG when a major fight takes place, and I didn't like that one bit! This seems like a pretty average tournament anime but with a historical setting. It's currently unknown if any of these dudes are fucking each other. I'm gonna say probably.

Who It's For

The venn-diagram of Greco-Roman history buffs and lovers of tournament series?

Borscht Rating

Don’t Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro!

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Hachioji Naoto is a nerdy, introverted student who spends his time studying and avoiding socialising. When pages from the fantasy manga he's drawing fall out of his bookbag, they catch the attention of a younger student named Nagatoro Hayase. Nagatoro begins to tease Naoto for his otaku interests and awkward demeanour, peppered with some suggestive flirting.

Our Thoughts:

What would you do if a younger girl flirted with you? Would you cry? Piss your pants maybe? Maybe shit and cum? Don't Toy With Me… attempts to barely conceal its BDSM fantasy with its comedic elements, but it's incredibly apparent as Nagatoro always wipes away Naoto's tears as a sort of aftercare. It's like a lighter, comedic version of Aku no Hana, but lacking any of the ponderings or danger that made that work so special.

Who It's For: 

People who search Pornhub for "bratty sister femdom".

Borscht Rating:

86 Eighty-Six

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The Republic of San Magnolia and the Giad Empire, have been at war for nearly a decade. Using advanced military technology, the frontlines are fought by giant mecha drones called Juggernauts, controlled remotely by Handlers. Major Vladilena Mirizé is one of the military's most talented Handlers in the 1st District, and one who is constantly teased by her peers for the humanity and empathy she shows her squadron. The government line is that drone warfare has kept casualties to zero, but unbeknownst to the public these "drones'' are piloted by 86ers—the lowest class of citizens, forced to live in military internment camps in San Magnolia's 86th District.

Our Thoughts

This is incredibly my kind of thing. We've got a dual narrative being set up here: Vladilena as the kind, reluctant officer of a fascist regime, and the Bad Company-esque antics of her new ragtag squad, Spearhead. The first episode is split pretty evenly between the two, with each story converging at the end as Vladilena "meets" Spearhead for the first time through her comms station. It's an explosive and enticing first episode, and I can't wait to watch more of it.

Who It's For

Fans of Fullmetal Alchemist, Psycho-Pass, Gundam, or any number of anti-imperialist war stories.

Borscht Rating

Fairy Ranmaru

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In a quiet corner of the city sits Bar F, a modest drinking establishment staffed entirely by five hot young men. Unbeknownst to the general population, these men are a crack team of fairies sent to the human world to gather the latent energy of "attachment". They do this by solving the problems of young women, taking their hearts in the process.

Our Thoughts

Hubba hubba, a little something for the ladies! It's Weiẞ Kreuz with a bar instead of a flower shop, fairies instead of assassins, and some pretty revealing outfits. There's definitely a little Persona 5 inspiration here too, from the punctuating phrase "Take your Heart!" to many of the visual cues. Make of that what you will.

Who It's For

Fans of Weiẞ Kreuz, slash fic authors.

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Farewell, My Dear Cramer

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Onda Nozomi was once the star player of her middle school football team. Completely unmatched, she no longer plays as there's no opponent she deems to be on her level. Meanwhile Suou Sumire far outpaces her teammates, causing her frustration. By a twist of fate, these two girls find themselves joining the scrappy Warabi Seinan High School FC as they begin to learn the value of teamwork and friendship.

Our Thoughts

I don't know sports. And I really don't know football. I had to look up what the title meant, and now I barely know who Dettmar Cramer is. I'm really not the best person to judge this, but it seems like a pretty good female-driven sports anime. 

Who It's For

Fans of Ace o Nerae! or other sports manga/anime about those ever burning bonds between young teammates.

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Gloomy, the Naughty Grizzly

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Pitty lives with his pet Gloomy, a massive pink bear. Can a boy and a bear truly get along?

Our Thoughts:

This is a series of minute-long gag episodes in which Gloomy mauls Pitty and blood squirts everywhere. It's definitely meant to be a morbid parody of Sanrio or San-X; it might be a Rilakkuma parody in particular? Gloomy is the kind of thing you might laugh at if it came on in between shows, but it's pretty slight to go through the trouble of putting on.

Who It's For:

Gag anime fans with one minute to spare.

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Higehiro: After Being Rejected, I Shaved and Took in a High School Runaway

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After a night of drinking in Tokyo, slovenly salaryman Yoshida encounters a teenage runaway sitting under a lamppost. She offers to sleep with him in return for letting her spend the night in his apartment. Yoshida refuses her offer but allows her to stay. The next morning the girl, Sayu, reveals she's travelled all the way from Hokkaido, sleeping with random men in return for lodging and money. Feeling responsible for her safety, Yoshida agrees for Sayu to stay indefinitely in return for handling household chores.

Our Thoughts

This is kind of the inverse of Koikimo (see below), but without a scumbag character and from a male perspective. It's not nearly as nauseating as that show, but it's still a fantasy about living with a busty teenage girl.

Who It's For

Libertarians.

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I've Been Killing Slimes For 300 Years And Maxed Out My Level

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Office lady Aizawa Azusa dies of overwork in her early 20s, and finds herself standing before a lecherous goddess. Allowed a wish as compensation for her untimely demise, Azusa wishes for an endless life of leisure. The goddess reincarnates her as a 17-year-old immortal witch in an RPG-coded fantasy world. Thrilled, Azusa lazes about, brewing potions for her neighbouring villagers, and kills a small amount of slimes each day to supplement her income. After doing this every day for 300 years, she inadvertently finds herself at Level 99. Her peaceful life is soon upended as adventurers and dragons come from miles around to challenge the legendary witch.

Our Thoughts:

I'm not really an isekai fan, and that goes double for series which aren't set in an RPG, yet use RPG mechanics. Levelling up, grinding stats, min-maxing, as if it's a part of the fabric of the setting. I don't get it. I like watching numbers go up as much as the next dork, but I don't need to watch numbers go up in absolutely every piece of media I consume. Just play a fucking video game, Jesus Christ almighty.

I thought this might be setting up a fun series in which a layabout is reluctantly called upon to undertake a dangerous quest, but I don't think that's what's going on at all. When the red dragon Laika wrecks Azusa's house, she transforms into a cute young girl and the two begin living together, teaching each other the pros and cons of hard work and slothfulness respectively. The trajectory of the series might be as laid back as its protagonist in the end, which, ultimately, would be fitting.

Who It's For:

Isekai fans, slice-of-life fans. The twain have met!

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Joran: The Princess of Snow and Blood

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In alternative history Japan the Meiji Period continued well into the 1930s, and the ongoing Tokugawa Shogunate has brought technological prosperity to the nation through a magical energy source called the Dragon's Vein. Sawa Yukimura runs a bookshop where she lives with her little sister by day, but by night she's an assassin for Nue, the shogunate's secret police. As the terrorist group Kuchinawa deploys transforming beasts in an attempt to topple the shogunate, Nue springs into action with their own abilities.

Our Thoughts

There are a lot of concepts competing here, and a few too many flashy transformation sequences for my taste, but I'm really into it! Nue are made up of sex workers and street musicians, often overlooked and therefore easily able to blend in. There's a supernatural Standalone Complex vibe to how the team operates, and they're almost assuredly on the wrong side. Worth a shot!

Who It's For

Fans of alternate history science fiction, Ghost in the Shell: Standalone Complex, Demon Slayer.

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Koikimo: Koi to Yobu ni wa Kimochi Warui ("It's Disgusting to Call This Love")

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Amakusa Ryo is a womanizing salaryman concerned with nothing but his own base desires. As he slips on the train station stairs one morning, he's saved by the swift action of Arima Ichika, a kind-hearted high schooler. When it turns out Ichika is friends with Ryo's younger sister Riou, he decides she's his soulmate, and begins to pursue her no matter how many times she refuses him. Comedy ensues!

Our Thoughts

Yeah, OK groomer.

Alright look, Korikimo is written by a woman and told from Ichika's perspective, so this is obviously meant to be a lighthearted "older man" shoujou romance. As an older man, all I saw were the adventures of a paedophile and the teenager he's stalking. Fuck off.

Who it's For

There's probably other stuff like this, right? If you like that, here you go.

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Let's Make a Mug, Too

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After the death of her mother, Himeno and her father relocate from bustling Tokyo to quiet Tajimi City in Gifu Prefecture. The former salaryman opens a quiet cafe using the remarkable mugs made by his late wife, while Himeno follows in her mother's footsteps and joins the school pottery club. Although her first project ends in disaster, Himeno makes fast friends with the eccentric pottery enthusiasts who make up the club.

Our Thoughts

It's no Eizouken, but I guess it's probably not meant to be. I'm not a big iyashikei genre fan, but if that's your thing, you might enjoy the wholesome non-adventures of three girls trying to make a mug. It's worth noting these episodes are only about 12 minutes long, with the remaining runtime segmented into live action episodes where the voice actresses tour Tajimi and unconvincingly pretend to be interested in Gifu's famous mino-yaki pottery. I think this must be a tie-in with a local tourist board. 

Who It's For

People who enjoy stuff like Aria, actually.

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OddTaxi

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In a Tokyo populated by anthropomorphic animals, a solemn walrus named Odokawa spends his nights driving his cab around the bustling metropolis, spending his free time drinking with his pals. Odokawa soon finds his quiet life disrupted by a caper involving a missing girl, some crooked cops, and the animal yakuza. 

Our Thoughts

A deft blend of working class slice-of-life with mystery, cute animals, and striking visual design. OddTaxi might be the sleeper hit of Spring 2021.

Who It's For

Fans of existentialist film noir with absurdist comedy, Polar Bear Cafe, walrus lovers.

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Osamake: Romcom Where The Childhood Friend Won't Lose

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Suehiro Maruo Sueharu Maru has his heart set on Shirokusa Kachi, the hottest girl in school. When she begins dating a young actor, Sueharu confides in his childhood friend Kuroha Shida, who's openly in love with him and he rejected in the past. Kuroha suggests the two get revenge on Shirokusa by pretending to be in love. Will Sueharu fall in love with Kuroha for real, making her dreams come true?

Our Thoughts

Give me a fucking break.

Who It's For

I don't know and I don't care.

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SD Gundam World Heroes

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The newest instalment of the SD Gundam media-mix franchise. In a world populated by super deform mecha, a burning meteor lands in the middle of Captain City. From it launches a terrible mechanized beast: Naughty Lion. When the police are powerless to stop it, a crack team led by Zhuge Liang Gundam and Liu Bei Gundam sorties to bring Naughty Lion to justice. When the beast stops rampaging, it transforms into Sun Wukong Gundam, a youthful amnesiac mecha horrified at the destruction he wrought. The Three Kingdoms Gundams welcome Sun Wukong into the fold to make sense of this mysterious event.

Our Thoughts

I'm an 80s kid, I know a 30-minute toy commercial when I see one.

No, seriously though, I'm aware of SD Gundam's merchandising—they're cute designs, and I even used to have a bunch of the gum rubber mini figurines. I've played the SD Great War Super Famicom games, they're fun! This is a vehicle to get kids hyped up about the latest toys, which are...based on  a hodgepodge of Journey to the West and Romance of the Three Kingdoms this year? There's even a little SD Guan Yu Gundam with a big long beard!

I kinda wanted to like the idea of a bearded robot, but the mechas are super busy and overdesigned. I guess there's only so much you can do to make your next series of toys bigger and better, so these guys are all decked out in gold accents, capes, horns, and antlers, and half the time I couldn't parse what I was seeing.

I'm so glad I don't have to watch any more of this. 

Who It's For

Very, *very* young mecha fans.

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Seven Knights Revolution: Hero Successor

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Long ago, the Dark God Nestra ruled the world through fear. Standing against him were the Seven Knights, seven brave warriors chosen by the Light Goddess Serrass. With their powers combined, Nestra was defeated and the lands returned to peace. Hundreds of years later the wicked Physis Cult seeks to revive Nestra, summoning undead beasts to ravage the countryside. With the Seven Knights long dead, the Granseed Academy has risen to train the next wave of heroes to combat this threat. Using special cards, the students of Granseed are able to call upon the power of the Seven Knights to guide them in battle.

Our Thoughts

As soon as the opening started with its transforming heroes and lovingly depicted weapon cards, I realised this must be based on a mobile game. Indeed, this is based on a free-to-play gacha from Korean developer Netmarble. Even before I was able to confirm this, Hero Successor failed to draw me in, eschewing details on the nature of its world in lieu of a glamourised marketing push for its source material. What's here is incredibly slight, and likely to be of little interest to anyone who isn't deep into this game.

Who It's For

Seven Knights whales, I guess.

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Those Snow White Notes

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Sawamura Setsu mourns the death of his grandfather Matsugorou, a talented shamisen player who refused to pass his secrets on. Not knowing what else to do, he leaves his remote village for Tokyo, taking nothing but his shamisen along with him. Soon he finds himself wrapped up in the complicated life of aspiring actress Yuna and her scuzzy rockstar boyfriend Taketo. When Setsu opens for Taketo's band, he stuns the audience with the raw emotion of his playing. However, his heart is still tumultuous. 

Our Thoughts

An entertaining first episode of a speciality music series, which is the kind of thing I have a place in my heart for. I couldn't shake the feeling of some latent misogyny that suggested the role of a woman is to inspire a tortured artist, but I might be wrong. The final few minutes take a twist by introducing Setsu's weird, horny mother who seems to have her own personal SWAT team, and it looks like the series becomes a more conventional high school anime from episode 2 onwards. Don't know about that!

Who It's For

Fans of Kids on the Slope, Sound of the Sky.

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Tokyo Revengers

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Former delinquent Takemichi is unsatisfied with the way his life turned out, living alone in a paper-thin apartment and working a minimum wage job under a boss who doesn't respect him. When watching the news one evening, he learns that his highschool sweetheart Hinata was killed, alongside her little brother. On the way to work the next morning, Takemichi falls in front of an oncoming train and wakes up 12 years in the past. Armed with foreknowledge, he attempts to turn his life around and save his onetime lover.

Our Thoughts

This is drawing from a lot of sources; the whole train sequence is lifted straight from Gantz, while the story itself initially seems like a Life on Mars kind of deal. In fact, Tokyo Revengers sees Takemichi jump back and forth between the present and the past, seemingly making small changes until he achieves his desired outcome. It feels like a very video gamey depiction of time travel, and one that's not super interesting.

Who It's For

Steins;Gate fans, maybe? Delinquent manga (Shonan Junai Gumi, Crows, etc.) fans, maybe? It's pretty self-serious compared to any of those.

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To Your Eternity

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An immortal being in the form of an orb falls to earth and becomes a stone. Years pass, an ice age sets in, and a white wolf stumbles onto the tundra and dies. The orb, able to take the form of anything that leaves a strong impression on it, transforms into the wolf and slowly learns how to use its newfound ambulatory body. The creature treks back through the tundra where it meets a boy living alone, after the rest of his village left in search of a better life. The boy recognises the wolf as his beloved pet, Johann, and the two begin living together in the harsh, lonely wastes.

Our Thoughts

I'm being a little coy with the synopsis here, and there's a major shake-up at the end of this debut episode. This one's based on a manga by the critically acclaimed Yoshitoki Ooima (A Silent Voice), and it's a depressing, compelling, and exciting start to a series. Lots of potential here!

Who It's For

Fans of NieR, Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon, Last Exile, Kino's Journey.

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So, there you have it. I'm hoping this will be of use to anyone who experiences a similar sense of dread when faced with so many choices. Maybe we’ll do this again during the Summer 2021 anime season.

Also, please don't get mad at me if I'm snarky about your new favourite show! It’s just TV and I'm a big idiot anyway.

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

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[starlight-ascension]

Halloween Party

Nagisa goes as Korra from TLOK

Honoka goes as Asami from the same series

Hikari goes as a bedsheet ghost because she had no time to think about her costume

Nozomi goes as some Disney princess. Probably either Aurora, Ariel, or Rapunzel. Maybe Belle. 

Rin goes as some obscure cryptid she read about online and spends the entire night explaining to various people what she’s dressed as. Some of them think she made it up. 

Urara goes as a pokemon

Komachi goes as a character from Harry Potter

Karen goes as another Harry Potter character, because Komachi insisted

Kurumi goes as the first horror villain she can think of. She actually has 2 costumes: horror villain in human form, Kyubey in fairy form. Really, it’s easy for the latter costume. All she needs is cat ears, yellow ear bangles, a drop or two of red dye, and she looks just like kyubey. Miki has a strange compulsion to stay as far away as possible from her all night for no reason she can think of. 

Love goes as Adora from SPOP

Miki goes as a hot witch

Inori goes as a tiger or leopard

Setsuna goes as Catra from SPOP 

Tsubomi goes as Cure Marine, by Erika’s request

Erika goes as Cure Blossom

Itsuki goes as something cute like a pink bunny or a pink kitten

Yuri goes as some form of classic Halloween entity like a vampire. Whatever allows her to wear lots of black lace and dripping dark red gems. 

We’ve seen the Suite girls’ costumes in canon and imma keep them they’re good. Hibiki is a pirate, Kanade is some pumpkin/witch combo, Ellen is a cute black cat, Ako is a princess. 

Miyuki goes as one of her fave princesses or fairies

Akane does a pun costume that makes everyone roll their eyes

Yayoi goes as one of her favourite superheroes 

Nao goes as her favourite meme

Reika goes as the Swan Princess but like with a huge sword

Mana goes as Miyuki. Just for a joke. 

Rikka goes as an angel. A biblically accurate one. 

Alice goes as the scariest thing she can think of. The Suite team makes it a point to keep Ako away from Alice all night. 

Makoto goes as a dragon. It was going to be Aguri’s costume but when the costume arrived, it was too big for her, and Makoto couldn’t think of a costume anyways so she’s the dragon now. 

Aguri goes as the joker in the card set. It was a dare by Regina. Aguri to this day has no idea why the Smile team avoided her like a lava pool for the entire party. 

Regina goes as Wednesday Addams 

Megumi goes as Captain Marvel

Hime goes as some form of fairytale queen 

Yuko goes as a bee

Iona wears a long swishy galaxy print dress and a star crown and says she’s the goddess of the cosmos. No one disagrees. 

Haruka goes as a princess, like every year. Different dress and tiara every time. 

Minami goes as a Ghostbuster

Kirara goes as any major character from Aikatsu who uses the sexy aesthetic. It took months to recreate that premium rare dress and now she can show it off proudly. 

Towa goes as whatever she was planning to be for halloween when she was little that she never got the chance to wear because she was turned evil

Mirai and Riko do some form of couples costume, probably from Steven Universe because gemstones. Kotoha goes as Madoka Kaname. She’s never actually seen pmmm, she just saw the outfit in the costume shop and loved it. She’s confused as to why everyone wants pictures with her and Milk. 

Ichika wears one of those dresses with a pumpkin shaped skirt

Himari goes as a cat

Aoi goes as her fave rockstar

Yukari and Akira go as the couple they’re based on, Michiru and Haruka. Only Yukari adds fishnet tights and maybe wears a crop top, and Akira wears shorts instead of a skirt. 

Ciel goes as a bat

Pikario goes as Cure Parfait, as a joke

Hana goes as a witch, like she did in the show

Saaya goes as a cryptid, same deal as Rin. 

Homare transforms and says she’s going as her favourite precure. Every other cure at the party pretends to be amazed at how realistic the costume is, the detail, the makeup, she looks JUST LIKE Cure Etoile!!!

Emiru goes as a pirate

Ruru follows in Kirara’s footsteps, but cool instead of sexy. Emiru wishes she’d done that when she sees Ruru. 

Hikaru goes as an alien (duh) and tries to summon demons at the party

Lala goes as Hikaru’s favourite cryptid

Elena and Madoka do that gold and silver cats couples costume they did in the show

Thanks to her perfume, Yuni keeps changing her costume during the night. She has no less than 12 different outfit changes. This ranges from memes to the villains she fights against to characters from the worst movies she can think of to weird puns to whatever other randomness she thinks of. 

Nodoka goes as her favourite meme 

Chiyu goes as Katara from ATLA

Hinata goes as Kirara. But with the addition of a “Women Want Me Fish Fear Me” hat and Shrek crocs. 

Asumi goes as a fairy (i mean like the small flower girl with wings and a cute dress kind, not the mascot kind) 

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Magic items in Precure

(Note: "Hapuriainen bitches about children's cartoons" is the new tag for posts such as this, so people who aren't interested in yet another rant about how Precure isn't up to my standards can utilise their blacklist.)

Today I thought about how magic items (transformation trinkets, weapons and collectibles) are used in Precure, or more specifically how they aren't used. Which is the topic of this post, as in I find that Precure is very lazy in how it goes about this.

For comparison, in Magical Girl Raising Project there are various magic items that cost your lifespan to obtain and others can steal them from you, and the magic phones are used as plot elements in a murder mystery since they can reveal a character's location and held items. Or there's also Madoka, which has the famous Soul Gems which are at the core of the story.

And before you rush to criticise that I just hate everything that's not depressing and grimdark, note that less edgy works manage to do something with their items and collectibles as well. Like for example in Princess Tutu every collected heart piece changes Mytho a little since they're his emotions, and the heroine also has to spend a lot of time considering if she's ready to give up her transformation device for plot reasons. Or you have Sugar Sugar Rune, where the collectibles are people's crystallised emotions, which the magic world uses as an energy source. You need social skills to manipulate the person to have the emotion you want, and once you collect an emotion it's gone so your friend will have forgotten about his crush on you. And the character's magic weapons don't just pop out of nowhere when they reach a new level in character development, but instead are ordered piece by piece from a post catalogue (using the cystallised emotions as currency). So everyone gets to customise their own staff!

So if you're going to do toy advertisements, advertise the toy, show me the toy! Have it be an actual part of the story! My body is ready! What happens if a Cure tries to use some other Cure's transformation item? What if a side character muggle gets their hands on the transformation perfume? Or you could have a weapon require a real skill and tie its use to character development, like if Haruka also got a magic violin and we got to see her grow from useless screeching to playing a melody that purifies every enemy within earshot?

The most offensive to me are the collectible outfit cards in HapiCha. This is a kids' show so I can excuse a lot of silliness when it comes to how the magic works, but I'd still like there to be some kind of connection to the theme or plot of the story. HapiCha, however, doesn't really give any reason as to why the world should revolve around plastic cards featuring teen fashion. Why do the mascots generate them when a battle is won, are they all fashionistas or something? Why does collecting a bunch of them give you a divine wish? What does once-an-episode clothing swap add to the theme of this season? If the end goal of the season big bad was to make everyone apathetic and wear the same bland grey clothing I could see why the Cures would have to collect the Fashion Princess's Divine Outfit Ideas to restore creativity or whatever, but as it is I really don't think it's very in-character for Blue the God to make a magic system about which miniskirt Megumi puts on today. And when the cards and the magic wish are completely forgotten as a plot element in the second half of the season it just feels like the toy department ordered the cards to be included and they were just shoehorned in without any thought.

I don't think that having collectible outfit cards is an awful as an idea though (I mean of course I don't I've spent hundreds of hours making dress ups), and you could have done a lot of fun stuff with it. Like what if the characters really want a specific card and spend half a season looking for it? Or they want a particular disguise for some situation but don't have the right card, so they have to make do with a less ideal option? Or how about combining the "wrong" top and bottom part of the outfit? Accidentally trying to henshin with a pyjama?

On top of the outfit aspect there's the collectible card aspect too. You have all these dozens or hundreds of international Cures who presumably also collect them, but not a single card trade is made. Helping each other's collection could have led to some nice interactions if you ask me. (this would have required that the international Precure had been actual characters and not background extras though, so there were far more serious problems with how they were used than just not trading a pink ninja costume for Hime's roller skater top)

Fresh Precure had a joke where the characters brought an empty bottle to a battle by mistake and had to look for their transformation devices. This is the kind of stuff I mean, have the magic objects actually exist in the world outside the obligatory once-an-episode stock footage and have the characters interact with them in a natural way. I mean if I had a magic device I would surely want to find out what kind of stuff I can do with it. And preferably don't have it just be a one episode thing that gets immediately forgotten either.

While this post has been about Precure (and especially the HapiCha part bloated quite a lot), in all fairness it's not like Precure is the only show that writes magic items like this and instead is just the topical one. And while lately it's been fashionable to be subversive or deconstructive or reconstructive or whatever fancy term you can find at tvTropes, I'm not trying to suggest that every story needs to have some kind of witty twist. And that can even get annoying, like for example with MagiPro I've at times felt that the story got kind of tropey and some plot twists made me think that the author was just trying to be clever.

However I don't think that just playing a trope straight should be beyond criticism either and that having the magic items be total non-elements that don't exist outside that one stock footage sequence should always be the default solution because it's a kids' show and this is how it's always been. Sure if every show had the characters swap items or accidentally break or lose them it would get boring, but I also find it boring that it's so common to just not do anything at all with them and just include them because it's a genre tradition (and for toy advertisements). So I'm always happy to see shows actually try for something new.