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bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [2/3]

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PART TWO: sour grapes

You visit her grave often.

We’re sorry. She was too young. We knew how much she meant to you. Although you knew they didn’t actually care, because they never liked her in the first place. None of them mattered, none of it mattered. You stay in your room most days, walking home by yourself all the time. Yūta stopped talking to you after a couple weeks, stopped waiting for you at the gates to walk home together. You were fine with that; he’s got the ring, you don’t. Eventually, you stopped seeing him all together—it’s as if he disappeared along with her. Good, you hate him less that way.

In your first year of middle school, you start to see… them: deformed and grotesque, a glimpse of unimaginable nightmares that live among the shadows. They were smaller when you were younger, hiding away in small spots and silent and anxious but watching—always watching. They look bigger now, and, as you learn quickly, are very dangerous. Nobody else sees them, though, so you��ve always chalked it up to hallucinations.

But one day, a mysterious man with white hair visits you, calls himself Gojō Satoru and says he’s a “jujutsu sorcerer,” whatever that is. Cursed spirits, he calls them, born from humanity’s negative emotions. A sorcerer’s job is to “exorcize” them—so like a shaman but not really. What’s even funnier? He says you’re one of them—these sorcerers, that there’s this school who’ll train you to fight them, where you’ll meet others just like yourself.

Sometimes, you think of her whenever they’re around. They’re ugly and loud, always spewing indecipherable sentences and crying in the shadows, and they aren’t pretty, but you think of her anyways. It’s a disservice, you think, to have such thoughts, not when she had been so kind and beautiful, and these curses are so clearly not. They don’t have her long brown hair shining under the sun, don’t have her sparkling brown eyes crinkled in delight. Don’t have her smile either, upturned and sweet, with the little beauty mark on the right. And worst of all, they don’t have her voice, a beautiful melody in comparison to their unpleasant wailing. She wouldn’t have sounded like that.

You visit her grave often, but she’s never there. The ichigo daifuku rot on the cement, then get cleaned up after a day or two.

+

Okkotsu Yūta looks too close to death.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says, hands clutching onto his bag like a sad attempt at a lifeline. When he stands, he visibly slouches, eyebags darker than his unruly hair. His head hangs like he has a noose around his neck, and if you look a little closer, his shadow consumes, almost like a sentient being, an insatiable darkness pooling under his feet. “I’m sorry.”

Funnily enough, it’s comforting.

“I didn’t do it for you,” you say, adjusting the strap of your bag as you walk ahead. He almost stumbles from trying to catch up, but falls within a steady pace a few meters behind.

“... Oh, okay. Um. Still, thanks.”

“I did it because they were being annoying.”

“... Yeah.”

You turn around to face him. “Are you embarrassed?”

He pauses. “What…?”

“Are you embarrassed because you were saved by a girl?”

He blinks, confused, with his wide blue eyes staring back at you. Then, he flushes, a dust of color finally appearing on his pale skin, “N—no! It’s just… we just haven’t talked in a while, so…”

“So, you don’t wanna talk?”

“No… I—... No, I do,” he stammers, as if trying to find his balance in the world. Gone was the energetic Okkotsu Yūta you knew from your childhood, who used to be stricken with adoration for his since-then-dead-fiancée, and now reduced to a gloomy, unsettling, lonely boy who gets bullied in side empty classrooms in his third year of junior high.

He finally catches up with you, having taken advantage of you gradually slowing down. He continues following you to somewhere you don’t even know where, perhaps home, but he follows you regardless. He’s too close, you think, but make no move to push him away. It’s not so bad to only hear your footsteps and the occasional car or two, even if you were making up most of the initial conversation; it’s a scenario that’s comforting, much like the shadow that trails after him. Though you don’t exactly know why it has that effect on you, not when it’s just Okkotsu Yūta—bane of your existence Okkotsu Yūta since you were nine years old. Why one glance at his shadow is like salvation for you is something completely beyond the realm of understanding, but it isn’t as if—

You pause. Oh.

It’s Rika, isn’t it?

“... Your knuckles are bleeding,” Yūta comments quietly, looking down at your hand. You both come to a stop, observing the scratch and cuts on your knuckles before he takes it in his grasp, inspecting it further. “I’m sorry,” he says, annoyingly guilty.

“Don’t apologize,” you say.

“Sorry—...”

He keeps his mouth shut.

You sort of understand now, why he has avoided everyone since then, why he doesn’t fight back even when it hurts, why he always looks like a dead man on the last thread of survival, eyes hollow and skin cold and pale, with darkness following him and darkness consuming him. Whether it be from divine punishment or an unfortunate mishap, at the wrong place at the wrong time, it is clear that Okkotsu Yūta is being haunted by a vengeful cursed spirit, because of course he is.

Of course he turns your first love into a curse.

He drops your hands, adjusts the straps of his bag, and continues walking, unknowing of your revelation. You watch him for a moment, your eyes dropping to the heavy shadow that encompasses him. That heavy, familiar shadow of his—

… And you go with the impossible.

You take his hand in yours.

There’s a pause after that, a sudden change in the air that makes the hairs on your necks stand up, a chill go down your spines, and you think you hear a low growl in the distance, a warning you do not obey. Yūta doesn’t look at you, as if he’s afraid something entirely out of his control will happen, a scene he’s seen countless times already, and yet he doesn’t let go. He grips your hand tightly, instead—afraid and unsure. For you, maybe? You don’t exactly know.

But a few moments pass, and nothing happens. So he relaxes just a bit, heaving out a shaky exhale and then he’s finally looking at you, tired eyes meeting your firm gaze.

Something clicks, then. Like the last piece of a puzzle is found.

And for the first time since Rika’s death, you walk home with Okkotsu Yūta.

+

It becomes a routine. You’d meet by the gates of your school, say nothing to each other, and start walking. After you cross the first street, you’d grab his hand and continue on without a word.

He adapts to it quickly, doesn’t even flinch or pull away. He hasn’t said anything about it, and neither have you. It feels incessant to do so, not when it feels… right. Like a gap has been filled somewhere in your heart, so close to making you whole, but so far it hasn’t really been enough; like you need more, but you’re also fine with this, whatever it is. Rika has been silent this whole time, an anvil of obsession resting on his shoulders that it's almost a good thing; she’s always been a jealous girl, so it’s nothing short of a miracle that she hasn’t even ripped you to shreds just yet. She knows you know she’s there, watching you—she has all the power to take you away from him, and you’d let her. You’d let her do anything to you if it comes down to it, really.

Yūta reeks of death, still, but you don’t mind anymore. It’s Rika, and that’s all that matters. You know it’s her because who else can it be? If Yūta’s being haunted by a cursed spirit then you would’ve long since exorcized it the moment you saw him—but who was the one who saw her get hit by a truck right in front of him, saw her bleed to death as she called out his name in her last breath? Who was the one who screamed out her name, begging for her to come back, to not leave him and was traumatized to hell and back at the sight of her small body crushed to nothing, the sound of her bones cracking underneath the pressure?

Who was the one who turned her into a curse?

You hate him for it, sometimes, for keeping her away from you, for not telling you. She’s a cursed spirit—but does he even know that? Does he know that there are people in this world capable of eradicating her? Does he hate it? To have her attached to him like a conjoined twin, so inseparable it makes you drown in your own envy, the green-eyed monster who has risen from the depths of your heart now that she is here. Is he afraid of her? Of what she has become? Of what he has made of her?

You aren’t. You love her, after all.

But he’s the one she haunts, because she loves Okkotsu Yūta. He wears the ring even now, buried deep under his shirt, and connected to his heart. You’re close enough to rip it away from him, leave him bleeding with nothing to hold onto the memory of her. But you don’t do it, even though you still hate him just a little bit without really ever doing anything about it; your heart is not so fickle to forget what he had stolen from you.

“What highschool are you going to?”

You slow down. “Why are you asking?”

He looks at the ground. “I don’t know—I just wanna know, I guess. Have you taken any entrance exams yet?”

“I’ve already decided where to go.”

“Oh… to where?”

“Still here, in Tokyo. It’s a religious private school, but it’s all the way up the mountains.”

He pauses. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“It’s Buddhist.”

He’s silent for a while, thoughtful. And then he looks back at you, dark eyes boring into your own. “Did they give you a scholarship, or something like that?”

“Something like that,” you pick up the pace, and he’s forced to follow.

“Is it related to kendo? I didn’t know that religious private schools offer that kind of scholarship—especially those by the mountain-side… Isn’t that too rural?”

“Why do you think of kendo?”

His eyes flick over to your shoulder, where your cursed weapon usually sits in lieu of your school bag. This time it’s absent, since it’s mostly useless now that you’ve figured out your technique. “You always walk around with this long bag—like it could fit a shinai or something. Isn’t that what it is?”

“I guess so,” you don’t elaborate further, he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

Truthfully, you don’t know what to do. You’re elated at the fact that Rika has always been here, although silent and brooding and definitely now a dangerous entity capable of destroying a whole nation, perhaps even a Special Grade, what with all that cursed energy bursting forth from the seams of Yūta’s shadows that you can now sense from a mile away, but at the same time you find that you don’t really care that a powerful cursed spirit has been plaguing this city for years—not when it’s her.

All you know is that you don’t want to be the one to exorcize her.

You probably won’t be the one to do it anyway.

+

A month before graduation, Yūta tells you that he doesn’t want to say goodbye. As he speaks, you notice that his grip on your hand feels a little tighter than usual.

“Why not?” you ask calmly, though you think you’re doing a bad job at being nonchalant.

You don’t wanna leave Rika, either. She hasn’t shown herself to you yet, mostly remaining somewhere within Yūta without a single peep or squeak, but you think it’s better that way. You’ve long since resolved that you’re alright with being near her without actually seeing or confirming if she’s really there, not when you can feel her through Yūta anyway. It’s enough for you.

But he’s not looking at you, instead adamant at finding what’s so interesting about the ground. Somehow, he trusts you enough to guide him as you walk, to look out for poles or signs or walls that could hit him. You don’t exactly know how to feel about that information, so you store it away for another time.

“Okkotsu?” you call when he doesn’t reply.

“Yūta,” he’s looking at you now, hair falling over his dark, blue eyes.

“What?”

“You can call me ‘Yūta’,” he clarifies. “Ume-chan.”

You pause, slowing down to a halt. He gets a few extra steps ahead before he’s forced to stop, looking back at you curiously. Since when had he gotten such confidence? Last month he had just been a bumbling, timid boy, so much so that one misdirected glare from you could send him freezing on the spot.

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Yūta.”

He smiles, giddily, but then the atmosphere darkens just a little bit. He quickly falters at this, smile disappearing almost as fast as it appeared. He grips your hand tighter, looking down at the ground once again.

“Are you scared?” you ask.

He shakes his head weakly, looking up. “No…?”

“You’re lying,” you say.

Yūta looks down again. You wait for him, feel the coldness of his skin, and the slight chill of the weather.

“I want to go with you,” he finally admits. “I don’t wanna go somewhere you’re not.”

And you’re quiet, the silence filled in by the sound of people from the playground just a few miles ahead. Yūta gains the courage to look up to you, to see your reaction, hoping you aren’t too angry even though you hold so much hate in your heart for him. He knows that, at least.

(But you’re holding his hand, aren’t you? You fight his bullies, knuckles red and bruised, even though you don’t need to. You stay with him, even though you don’t have to. You make his life a little bit easier, even if you don’t really want to.)

“Why?” you ask, face betraying nothing, just plain curiosity. “Why do you say that?”

Yūta thinks that maybe he is afraid of her sometimes, even if he doesn’t want to be.

So he says, “It’s quieter when you’re around.”

He must have said something wrong for you to suddenly let go of him.

“I’m sorry—“

But then you take his hand again, not intertwining it, but settling it within yours so he can feel the warmth of your touch, like you never even let go in the first place.

“Don’t apologize,” you command, like you always do.

“… Okay.” And Yūta listens.

You squeeze his hand. He holds on to it tighter, like letting go once again will mean letting you go, and yet he’ll have to do that in a month anyway even if he really wished that isn’t the case.

“You can’t come with me,” you say, like it’s final. “That school… it doesn’t suit you.”

He searches for something in your eyes, and finds nothing. “Why not?”

Because they will kill her, you think. They’ll kill the both of you, and then you’ll be alone forever.

“It just won’t,” you say with finality.

“Okay,” he says, staring at you thoughtfully.

Your available hand reaches out to adjust the scarf around his neck, adjusting it so it hangs more loosely around him instead of tightly like a noose. The teal fabric bunches up in your hand as you move it around, patting it down before you find his dark eyes boring into yours. The spring chill caresses his face gently, softly swaying the unruly spikes of his hair as he watches you tend to him, the way you make him feel like a burden but he doesn’t mind if it's you.

You eventually finish with your work, moving on to continue walking home.

The silence disappears, because Yūta’s heart is too heavy with want.

+

There’s a few things that happen when you dream, but it mostly goes like this:

There’s a bench in the middle of a white void and a huge cherry blossom tree behind it, petals slowly falling onto the ground and covering it in a mass of light pink. Just a few feet in front of it is a koi pond, filled with differently colored koi that make them seem like a bunch of koinobori instead of the actual thing—black, red, white, yellow, green, and blue koi. You’re sitting on the bench, an unopened box of three ichigo daifuku sitting on your lap as you observe the fish swimming inside the relatively small pond.

It always starts this way when you dream of Rika; things change very little and progress nothing. But you find comfort in it either way, as it remains to be the only way you can see her, deep within your REM sleep where nothing in the world can disrupt it.

She eventually appears from the other side, sitting next to you without a word. When you turn to face her, she’s a bit visually different from the last time you saw her in reality—coming up to your height, her brown hair is just a little bit longer, but instead of her familiar dark blue dress, she wears a normal uniform from a normal high school you hope to get into. In your dreams, Rika has continued growing alongside you, blessed and healthy and happy. In your dreams, Rika is alive.

“You’re so sweet, Ume-chan,” she praises, taking the box of ichigo daifuku you offer her. “You always know what I want!”

Of course you do.

“Anything for you, Rika-chan,” you respond fondly.

She giggles, the soft lilt of her voice like an enchanting melody you’ll never get sick of. You like it. You like this. You like her.

When you take her hand in hers, she doesn’t protest, instead squeezing yours in return as some form of quick reassurance that yes, she’s here, and she’s right next to you. The both of you continue sitting on the bench for who knows how long, staring into the small pond with the colorful koi without uttering a single word—a serene silence that cannot be measured by time passing, every flick of the fish’s tail, the fall of the petals from behind.

Your dreams always start like this, and end like this. It’s not much, but you’ve long since found contentment in what this fantasy can give you, long since convinced yourself that anything is fine as long as you get to see her.

You close your eyes, preparing for the dream to finish up, to miss the warmth of her hand in yours and wake up to another day without her—but it doesn’t end there.

“Ume-chan?” Rika calls, slowly.

Your eyes open. “... Yeah?”

She’s properly facing you now, torso turned to your direction with this impassive expression. You watch her stare at you, mapping out her features, the curve of her nose, the length of her lashes—something, anything that could tell you that this could all be real, that this is not just a dream. That Rika is still alive and not merely a figment of your imagination, stuck behind the bars of your subconsciousness. Because all you are is a liar, and not once were you ever content with just seeing her here.

You just want her back.

Rika brings her palm up to your cheek, caressing your face with her tender touch. “Don’t cry, Ume-chan,” she says in her soft voice.

You didn’t even realize you were.

“I love you, Rika-chan,” you all but practically sob, leaning into her hand. It’s warm, it feels so real. “I love you so much. Please come back to me.”

Rika just smiles, wiping away your tears with her thumb. You can’t breathe, vision foggy from your tears and panic rising in your chest when her figure becomes nothing but a blurry mess in front of you. You reach out to her, knowing deep down that you’re just grabbing onto loose threads but—

Then, you wake up.

+

Yūta looks at you with wide eyes.

“... You’re bleeding!” he stammers, breath quickening as he stumbles away from you in a fit of fright. “Rika—Rika-chan attacked you…!”

He cowers away into the corner of the classroom, head in his hands, begging the world for nothing else to happen, for Rika not to come out and lunge at you again like she did with all his other bullies, like you’re one of them. Idiot, idiot, idiot Yūta! He should have seen this coming, should have known that nothing will stop Rika from endangering anyone, not even you. He can’t lose anyone again, not Rika, not you—especially you—he can’t take another loss anymore.

But when Yūta gathers enough courage to see how you’re doing, he can’t fight the surprise that crawls up his throat.

Because as you’re sitting there in front of him, fingers gently grazing the nasty gash on your cheek, staring back at him so quietly it’s too suffocating, and he feels so guilty, so miserable—

And yet, you’re smiling.

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💫 + sweets <3

opening pandora's box i see 👀. i personally worry about her health because is it really good for you to have that much sugar a day... she tries to play it cool but i think she can be bribed with sweets pretty easily—

✦➤ sweets

If it’s sweet, there’s a high chance Ryo will like it or at least try to eat it. As someone who was raised in a very traditional household, the moment she found out western sweets it’s like an entire new world opened. Like you suddenly go from mochi and red bean paste to like puff pastries, custard and fluffy cakes and oh boy does she love the change. (The gap moe. It’s all about the gap moe.)

Given that strawberries are actually her favourite fruit, anything with strawberries on it gets an immediate pass. Strawberry cake. Ichigo daifuku (aka mochi with red bean paste and a nice strawberry in the middle). There is absolutely no sweets discrimination in this house, anything is good as long as it’s tasty! She has two hands: one for western sweets and one for japanese sweets.

She doesn’t really like extremely sweet stuff but isn’t picky with her food and likes to put milk and cream into her coffee. Is it really coffee when there’s barely any coffee anymore. Looks all cool with her fancy coffee cup that could cause diabetes to a whole country. Talk about a sweet tooth.

Ryo doesn’t make friends easily but she has a special kind of beef with Kanato because he can and will eat any treat she bought for herself OR blame her for not sharing her sweets, which is arguably the worst option. But the purple gremlin ate an entire strawberry cake. Is that even legal? Can vampires get diabetes? Cavities? She hopes they can. She hopes it is extremely painful too.

Occasionally likes to visit cute little cafes that specialize in baking sweets or pastries and have a quiet afternoon all to herself. It’s kind of her own little secret / weak point she doesn’t like to talk about because it makes her look a bit silly and immature. At the end of the day it’s just food but something about looking so girly is fighting with her ~mature girl~ sense.

Bonus: Even though ichigo daifuku is her go-to favourite sweet because it’s reminiscent of her childhood and has strawberries on it, I think she loves these little tea ceremony pastries called namagashi. Like please take a look they’re super tiny and shaped like all sorts of flowers and little details, you won’t want to eat them because they’re soooo cute <3

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[OC Bio] Ame Haitani

PERSONAL Character's Full Name: Ame [undecided] Haitani Reason or meaning of name: Ame meaning "Rain" , Haitani meaning "Ash Valley [Hai: Ash, tani: Valley] Nickname: Sumire [Only by Ran and Rindou] , Reason for nickname: To blend in with the flower theme of the brothers [Ran with orchids and Rindou with bellflowers] Birthdate: April 24th, 1991 Astrological Sign: Taurus

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Age: (2023) 32 *Age varies depending on timeline/verse* Eye Color: Violet Hair color: Black Typical hairstyle: Straight with two braids in the front Height: 5'3 Weight: Type of body/build: Rectangle Nationality: Japanese Skin tone: Pearl Distinguishing Marks? Scars? FAVORITES Color: Purples (Mauve, Periwinkle, Iris, Heather, and Orchid primarily) Music: Rock, Softer music ("Little Talks" , "You're somebody else", and "Water Fountain" as examples) Food: Tri-color dango, Ichigo Daifuku, Kakigori Expletive(s) (swears): Shit, Fuck, Bitch, Ass BACKGROUND Hometown: Roppongi district of Minato, Tokyo, Japan Most important childhood event that still affects him/her: Her father leaving her as a child Why?: When her mother left her, she still had her father for the first years of her life, but when he had enough and up and abandoned her home alone one day as a young child, she grew up to feel that she couldn't trust anyone to not turn and leave her when they grew tired of her. Booksmart or streetsmart? Booksmart, only knows what she does about the streets from her cousins ("brothers")

FAMILY Mother (name): Kazeka Haitani | Status Unknown Relationship with her: None Father (name): Unknown | Status Unknown Relationship with him: None as of age eight Extended family (aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.): Cousins (Ran and Rindou Haitani, who become like brothers to her) Close to family? Yes

CHILDREN *Primarily striked out because this information varies based on ship partner* Does character have child(ren)? How many? Are all children with the same partner? Yes If no, why not? If no, what is the custody arrangement? How does character relate to his/her child(ren)? Which child is character's favorite? Why? Character's most favorite memory of his/her child(ren)? Character's least favorite memory of his/her child(ren)? Is relationship with children good? Is relationship with children important to character? Yes

PERSONALITY Greatest source of strength in character's personality (whether s/he sees it as such or not): Fighting for what she stands for, Protecting others Greatest source of weakness in character's personality (whether s/he sees it as such or not): Trying to push anyone away that she doesn't think will stay around Character's soft spot: Animals Biggest vulnerability: Anything to do with the brothers (Them being used against her for someone to get what they want, for example)

TRAITS Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist Introvert or extrovert? Introvert primarily, extrovert when required Drives and motivations? Making Ran and Rin proud, Proving she doesn't need anyone other than her "brothers", Showing her "parents" that she never needed them after they abandoned her Talents (hidden or not)? Singing, Gardening Extremely skilled at: Gardening and handling flowers Extremely unskilled at: Painting

GENERAL

Jewelry?: Spider necklace Other accessories?: 3x Upper Helix piercing (Left ear), Faux Rook (Left ear), Daith (Left ear), Tragus (Left ear), Low helix (Left ear), High lobe (Left ear) Where does character live? Roppongi With anyone? Yes, with the brothers Does character like animals? Yes Any pets? No Likes music? Yes What kind? Rock, Pop, EDM (Only songs Rin has shown her so far)

Other information (previous bio)

↬ Temper ↫ Her temper is usually patient, except when it comes to anything to do with things like a guy laying a hand on a female or someone dissing either Ran or Rin. Then those are fighting words for her.

↬ Discipline ↫ Ame only follows rules if breaking them has a consequence of prison time, or if they're set by one of the Haitani brothers. Otherwise, it's a hit or miss.

↬ Strengths ↫ Despite seeming cold on the outside, Ame has a bigger heart than she lets on although is selective to show it in order not to be taken advantage of. If you're close to her, she'll give you the shirt off of her back. Physically strong from being taught how to fight.

↬ Dislikes ↫ Cockroaches, Wasps/Bees, Sour tasting food, Bras, Thongs, Hiking, Appearing weak

↬ Habits ↫ Leg bouncing, Cracking her fingers/knuckles, Staring off into space, Cooking too much food

↬ Age 0-12 ↫ (what happened in their lives at that age range?)

Ame was born as a result of her mother thinking that if she gave her husband a baby, it would be a way to fix their already rocky relationship. When it failed, her mother abandoned Ame as well as her husband, which led Ame's father to attempt to take care of Ame as a single father. After years passed, he decided that he couldn't handle it any longer and instead simply left her alone at home with no one to watch over her. At the age of barely eight years old, she was left to wander around in the streets alone until she just happened across her cousins, who weren't in much of a different situation as far as little to no parental supervision/care so they took her in rather than leave her out on the streets for who knows what to happen.

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Hello!! I just wanted to say thank you so much for translating dankira

Ahh, thank you! It’s a bit of hard work but seeing people getting interested in the characters/stories makes it all worth it!

And of course! I’d love to tl them for you! I have their first soul link story! if you can send me the second soul link story that’d be great! I think you can submit it?

I’ll be waiting for them ^w^ (also it’ll probs have to wait a bit before i post them bc im translating a few chapters of the main story right now)

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Reader

(Kaleidoscope Series || What if Chapters || )

[Satoru with a sorcerer reader]

[What if Geto Suguru didn’t stray and instead stay? This is well not entirely a self-indulgent just a little 'what if' lingering behind my chaotic braincells since I found out a close person to me is into Geto Suguru. I absolutely wish for Suguru and Shoko.]

Stayed

Suguru would’ve been Satoru’s greatest wingman to get through you. We know Suguru is a gentleman compared to the annoying white-head flirting with you who knows no personal space.

“Y/n Satoru left this for you before going to overseas,” Suguru in leather jacket and helmet by his side extended to you boxes of ichigo daifuku from Oosumi Tamaya which you told Satoru the last time you can’t get your hands on.

“It’s late, you could’ve gave it to me tomorrow,” you shake your head thanking the raven-head with a warm meal you just finished preparing which Suguru happily accepted.

“Nahh, Satoru would bug me all night if I don’t send him a pic of you with the box,” snapping a selfie with you he waved goodbye sending the photo to the waiting 6’3 footer man with another photo of him holding the warm Tupperware from you just to annoy his best friend who’s seething in jealousy not getting to eat the homemade meal you made with your own hands.

Satoru would often brag to Suguru about you.

“Then on the grocery a grandma told us we’re a lovey-dovey newlywed! Newlywed Suguru! Me and Y/n~”

“You do realize Y/n haven’t said yes to you yet right?” Cue for Satoru to punch Suguru for breaking his bubble.

Satoru can be very private and detached when it comes to his raw emotions. It gets tricky when he finds himself utterly into you, how you can go along with his chaotic energy or lounge with his lazy ass, his walls break down when you call him by his name, not Gojo—Gojo is a group, a name addressed to the descendants with Six Eyes. But when you called him Satoru, he never felt so comforted and scared how one mere word from you cracked the high walls he built. That’s when he start distancing from you still flirty and generous with all the souvenirs but never talk with you for a long time using mission as reason.

“It’s not my place to intervene. But I’d hate to see you both fall out.” Suguru told you over lunch when Satoru was again out for a business trip overseas.

“You know how we distance ourselves from overwhelming emotions to keep a clear head? It’s best if you ask him yourself. Satoru deeply cares for you.

If you decide to ask his help in cornering Satoru, Suguru would be your wingman.

If you don’t Suguru would knock some senses to Satoru’s head. He saw how alive Satoru is around you and he would regret to see the two of you break apart. Suguru knows how even the strongest need anchors not to stray too far—he knows because that was what his significant other was when he almost spiraled to despair.

Would either appear coincidentally in one of yours and Satoru’s date because the man loves seeing that tick mark on his friend’s forehead.

“Go away Suguru! You have Shoko, you’re ruining my date with my cupcake!”

“No way,” sticking his tongue out earned a kick from Satoru.

“Thanks Y/n it’s so hot lately.” Suguru took the strawberry ice cream from you even before you invited him to pick.

“Oi! That’s mine you jerk!”

Planning to elope with Satoru from the tedious process of marriage? No problem Suguru would cover up for you and Satoru while you two get hooked some way far and quiet.

“So do I have to expect a godchild now you two are back?” Smirking Suguru greet Satoru with a shoulder hug and congratulating you and best wishes.”

“Oh by the way, your Principal Yaga told me to tell you to pass the paperwork until tomorrow or else you'll both be working overtime for the whole week."

Coolest uncle/godfather to your child.

Best/most 'normal' babysitter you could ever find. Well if you consider your kid sitting above a flying stingray shaped cursed that is~

It got to the point your kid would call him 'Papa' too making Satoru question what in the world has Suguru been feeding his child. Your husband seething in jealousy biting on a handkerchief seeing his kid asking "Papa Sugu" to buy the big stingray stuff toy.

"It's my sperm that ovulated your mom's egg cell! Suguru absolutely drugged my child!" Satoru screeched at you who is folding his countless black sweatshirts while your front door opened revealing your kid coming back dragging a familiar stuff toy and Suguru trailing behind.

"Why are you rolling on the floor Dad?" Your child asked seeing his overgrown father sprawled on the floor like a wilting cabbage. "See, I bought you a baumkuchen with Uncle!"

"What happened to him?" Suguru asked you bemused of his sworn brother's craziness.

"He just took the wrong medicine," you sighed making you both laugh.

"Hey I heard you wife!"

Suguru would sometimes ask you what should he give Shoko in some occasions.

Over all he would be the big brother you can rely on just as Suguru see you as a sister and family the moment Satoru told the raven-haired that the strongest is totally into you.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

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[nicka-nell]

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Pairing: Osamu x reader (main route), Atsumu x reader

Genre: Social Media-AU (SMAU), text

Warning: none, mdni

Taste it: 2021/06/27- Sunday

Unusually fast, your heart beats as you unlock the store door to go through the back exit up the stairs to Osamus’s apartment. Your hands are shakybas you press the bell and breathe deeply in and out. Just at this moment the door is torn open. A shy looking man is in front of you. Osamu’s dark eyes look at you, study you, as you both face each other wordlessly and awkwardly.

It’s odd, he didn’t have such trouble finding the right words for you. He could always talk to you well and easily, so why not now?

To not make the situation become even more unpleasant for you, he opens his mouth, greets you with a stuttering “hello” as he bends forward and gives you a friendly embrace that surprised him himself. Was the hug too long? Too strange for your business relationship? He can't say.

Osamu’s hair smells of coconut, his skin masculine and tart as you feel his arms around you. His aftershave reminds you of a cool pine forest, heavy rain and at the same time, a warm fireplace, the crackle of wood. Unconsciously, you close your eyes, still won’t let go. “Smells so good…” It escapes you softly and now you notice how Osamu moves away from you, looks at you with his head tilted to the side, his eyes large.

Did he just get you right?

“I mean, it smells good here! Have you started cooking yet?” You try to talk your way out of it, but notice how your face is getting more and more warm and not because it is so cosy here. Osamu places his hand against his neck, laughs just before he shrugs his shoulders.

“You got me. I put rice on for later.” As if an invisible wall has just broken in front of you, you notice how you relax and take off your jacket and shoes. Without a word, Osamu puts slippers in front of you to avoid getting cold feet when you both go to his kitchen island.

“What exactly were you planning for Kita’s birthday party?” You ask curious while you sit on one of the bar stools on the kitchen island and support your head with your hand, your eyes on Osamu. Casually, he throws a kitchen towel over his shoulder, opens a drawer to get a pen and a small notebook out before he hands it to you.

But your eyes are not on his notebook or the pen. You can't look away from him. He only wears a tight shirt, gives you enough imagination to picture his muscular body. Does he go to the gym in the morning or in the evening? You don’t know but he's definitely in a good shape.

Shaking your head, you look down on the notebook, trying to suppress the thoughts of your boss. "There're some recipes in here. In the back there are new ones I wanted to try today. You want to start with this one, and I’ll do the recipe on the other side?” He asks, walks over to your side and puts one hand on the back of the bar stool, the other hand on the open book in front of you. Again, he is so close to you, again you smell this pleasant harsh smell, yet it doesn’t feel strange. You feel comfortable, but you can hardly concentrate on what is written in front of you. Why is he so handsome? No, don't think like that!

“Um, yeah, we can do that.” You say after a short time, lift your head and frighten because his face is so close to yours suddenly. Osamu pulls back, gives you more space before he goes back to the other side of the kitchen island and sets the rice to cool.

“Eh... I thought we could make some snacks. You know, some Onigiris, Gyoza or maybe Ichigo Daifuku and a delicious birthday cake? Then the drinks from the shop and a bit of delightful music and the party mood will come then. What do you think?”

“That sounds great, Osamu! Do you have any recipes for cakes in that book?” You see his eyes moving to the side, shifting to the ground, no longer looking your way. Again, his hand finds its way to the back of his head before he answers, embarrassed.

“That’s when I thought you might come into play. I’m much better at cooking than baking. Do you maybe have a recipe? Otherwise we can also search the Internet for one or two.” Even if you try to suppress your giggling, you don’t quite make it. It’s cute how shy he is all of the sudden. Like it’s a bad thing not to be so good at baking.

Only recently you baked a cake for a former colleague. The recipe was difficult, but still workable and the cake tasted good to everyone. Maybe you can try it again.

“No, it’s all right. I think I have an idea!”

Almost relieved, his shoulders slump down, his quiet snort creeps into your ears, makes your smile grow bigger even if you need a mirror to notice. “But first the Onigiri?” Osamu asked, when you jump off the bar stool and go to his side to cook.

You nod up to him, return his smile and wait for him to give you an apron so you don’t get dirty. Although you had the recipe in front of you, you hardly had to look into his notes, because he had set everything exemplary already in the right portion sizes over the wooden board for work. So it doesn’t take long for you to finish your Onigiri, even if they don’t look as perfect as Osamu’s.

Nevertheless, you are proud of your work, pass Osamu one of the Onigiri over and as if he could read your mind, he does exactly the same with his Onigiri. “Here for you, try it!” You both say in union, start laughing as you take the little triangle out of each other’s hands.

For a moment, your hands brush against each other and Osamu notices the warmth from your fingers flowing through his whole body. You’ve only been here an hour, and yet it feels like you’ve been there for ages. But this warm and pleasant feeling quickly turns into a bittersweet, painful stinging. He has to think again of Watanabe, of all the years she had spent with him in his parents’ house and also here in the apartment. About the time both had spent together in the kitchen, even if it was only a place for disputes in recent years. Osamu can still remember the first day alone in his apartment. How unpleasantly quiet it was in here when he closed the shop and came up in his room. The TV was off; the shower wasn’t on… nothing but darkness enveloped the rooms and no matter how warm it was that day or even in his apartment, everything was cool and uncomfortable. It’s just normal that he has such a weird feeling when he’s with you. After all, he’s not alone, which he was for so long. But he still has to make his body understand that what you both have is only enough for a friendship. He could never feel for you what he felt for Watanabe. After all, he had loved her with all his heart, with his soul. Or... could he ever love you like he loved her? What is he thinking?

“Osamu? Don’t you want to try?” Your tender voice gets him back to reality, before he takes your Onigiri shaking his head and starts eating it. It did not surprise him that it tastes good. After all, you had run his shop for several days and none of the guests had complained about the food. Nevertheless, he is happy how well you managed this sweet kind of Onigiri, and completely with no intervention on his part.

“You did really well Y/n. That tastes very good. He smiles and gives you a gentle pat on the back.”

“Thank you.” Your corners of your mouth warp upwards and Osamu feels that your cheeks have gained color. But you’re probably just warm in the kitchen.

“Yours tastes delicious as always…” Although he is told every day, he is especially pleased to hear it from your mouth. “I’m happy that my best employee likes it.”

For a moment, it’s silent again. This time you are the one who breaks the ice and lists the ingredients you need for the cake. The man next to you doesn’t waste a second jumping right up to get all the things you need. He also puts down the utensils you need and continues to turn to his test recipes.

Both of you are focused, still give yourself a few looks now and then. Look away quickly if you get caught. You’re the first one to put the cake in the oven, hoping it turned out as good as last time. Osamu tries to form small rice bears filled with some sweet paste. You don’t dare say anything, just watch him quietly. His eyelashes are long, his eyes on the food in front of him. He looks dissatisfied, pouts smoothly, making him look even sweeter. Even prettier...

“Osamu? Where is your bathroom?” You ask and try to get a clear mind. First, he doesn’t react, but then he turns to you and raises his head. “Did you say something?”

“Where… is your bathroom? I wanted to know.”

“My bathroom, huh? Uh… well right there.” He says puzzled and points at the cracked door, behind which you can already see the sink. You would love to hit your head against a wall right now, but instead you thank him and go to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.

You’ve been here for several hours now, you have talked little, but it still feels like you can spend several more hours, if not days, here without feeling uncomfortable. "Osamu…" Sighing, you dry your face, go out again and slowly start to clean the things you no longer need.

You two stand in the kitchen for a few more hours, talk about the party plan, as Osamu even suggests creating a small secret group and adding you if that’s okay with you. You are in your last stages, just put the butter cream around the edge of the cake, as you turn towards Osamu with a proud look.

“Done!” You say, but Osamu smiles only to your amazement. First, you think he’s laughing at your cake, almost feeling sad when you realize his gaze is on you. “You have some butter cream on your face.” He says and taps his own corner of the mouth to show you where the buttercream is.

Embarrassed, you try to get the place clean, but apparently you didn’t get it. “Is it gone yet?” You ask, know your face got more color. “No, I’ll wipe it off. Hold still for a second, okay?”

There’s no time to think about Osamu’s words, when he stands only a few inches away from you, to put his warm hand on your cheek. You feel his thumb hovering over the corner of your mouth; feel your heartbeat so loud that it almost numbs your ears and don’t dare breathe now.

Osamu’s face is so close to yours, you feel his breath tickling your lips, as you look with big eyes into his dark, magical eyes. You feel like time stands still, all the surrounding sounds are silent, only your heartbeat and his breath can be heard. A torrent of emotions flow through your body as you suddenly feel his thumb on your lips.

So soft and seductive, he thinks, sucking the warmth out of your lips with his finger. Osamu had already forgotten why his hand was on your cheek. The reason quickly slipped away when your eyes looked up at him. He doesn’t know what it is, what they do in him. Osamu only knows that he could lose himself in them for hours. He feels his thumb on your lips moving, not because he himself is moving, but because you want to say something. This only makes him look even more at them. Lips which are so beautiful that he would like to taste them. Tense, he breathes out.

“Y/n, I-” Agitate, he breathes out, notices how everything contracts in his body. But you do nothing about it, instead you close your eyes and let yourself in as the vibration of your phone startles you. His eyes grew large. Osamu quickly takes a few steps back, excuses himself barely audibly, and looks at his food.

What was he thinking? Why did he do that? What was he going to do? What he had just done wasn’t right, it was wrong. An assault on his own employee, he thought. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again, but you have already put your eyes on your phone and quickly type a message with your dainty fingers, your heart hammering in your chest.

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[kyotakumrau]

2021.04.06 a talk event at Meguro Rock-May-Kan film screening at Namba Hatch with Kyo and Shinya - PART 2

Report by とあ on twitter (topics are not reported in order things happened, I followed the order they posted, 1st and 2nd session are mixed)

"What is Shinya's hair colour called? Is it okay to copy you [and dye my hair the same colour]?"

Shinya: Violet rose.

Fujieda: How about copying?

Shinya: It's fine.

Kyo: ... Violet rose?! It's called violet rose? (laughing)

Fujieda: It's sounds like a song title.

Kyo: Like our next song? Doesn't sound exciting at all (laughing).

Kyo: Did you name it Violet rose yourself?

Shinya: No, when I requested pink shade I got this colour, when I asked what colour is it I got told it's Violet rose.

Kyo: It's not pink at all.

"Which place is painful to get tattooed on?"

Kyo: It's said that the hand's palm and back of the foot. The one on this hand was done by the person who did the tattoo on my back, but she lives in Germany. She told me it's easy for the colour to fade on the palm. That's why she told me she will use an ink that's not approved in Japan but will not fade, and she did it for me.

Fujieda: It's really not fading.

Kyo: That's why she used some weird ink. Suspicious one, with something bad for people in it.

There are four small tattoos on this hand

(during this talk Kyo was showing his palm almost all the time)

Shift of conversation to the topic of tattooing a giraffe on Fujieda's back.

Kyo: A giraffe going all over your back to your thighs.

Fujieda: And the head would be on the neck?

Kyo: No, on the shoulder. So when you move your arm the giraffe's head would move as well. If I had a machine I could do it on you.

Fujieda: When there's a chance.

Kyo: Eh, if there's a machine?

(*there's a brilliant word play here with 機械・machine and 機会・opportunity both being read as 'kikai'🤣)

Kyo: Then I'm going to get the machine and tattoo you. Using that not approved ink from Germany.

Fujieda: No no no, we're talking about different 'kikai'.

Fujieda: "I'm in trouble eating too much. What should I do?"

Kyo: Eat!

"What do you drink when you wake up?"

Shinya: Cola.

"What lip balm do you use?"

Kyo: Cola flavour.

"A drink you like"

Kyo: Ehm... Dekavita, Oronamin C, things like that. But it's not good to drink those too much.

"Favorite chocolate sweets"

Kyo: Ehm... there are too many. ...Ah, but I love cheap sweets.

"When you eating a candy do you suck it till the end or do you crunch it?

Kyo: I crunch it from the start.

"Your favorite Japanese sweets"

Shinya: Ichigo daifuku (rice cake with a strawberry)

"Anything special about Namba Hatch, first time in a while?"

Shinya: Not really. First time since we played here and not for a show. It's feels quite empty.

Kyo: I have something I buy every time I come to Osaka, but I'm annoyed because they weren't sold. Half of me is made of sweets! I always buy 3 or 4 flavours of Curl before going back but I couldn't find them.

(*Curl is a corn puff snack)

Kyo: I never talk to the shop clerk, but this time I checked the shop few times and couldn't find it so I asked. I got told they only have cheese flavour so I got it and left.

Kyo: But don't send me Curl. It'd be troublesome to start receiving so many Curl packs. I'd get them myself.

Before I bought 4 packs to take home but by the time I was home I only had one left.

"What type of dogs do you like?"

Kyo: It's a secret. You'll know eventually.

Shinya: small dogs.

"What colours do you like besides members colours?"

Takavayashi: How were those colours decided? By the hair colour?

Kyo: That's what I think?

Shinya: They were decided without my knowledge.

Takabayashi: it's pink for you, right? Although it doesn't really match you?

What colour do you like best?

Shinya: Black.

(two if them look at each other in silence and laugh)

Takabayashi: How about you Kyo?

Kyo: Pink!

"Merchandise item you like"

Shinya: I guess the travel pouch.

Fujieda: Are you using it?

Shinya: Today I brought a smaller one.

Fujieda: Eh? You use it...

Kyo: He said he doesn't. The size is wrong.

Fujieda: Btw where's your bag from?

Shinya: It's from MUJI.

Fujieda: How was the hot pack? It's warm!

Handed it to Kyo

Kyo: Yeah, it's warm... but it was supposed to be released last time.

Fujieda: Eh? Saying that does it mean it was your idea??!

Kyo: Yup. Actually I wanted to have it last year, last year end was cold right? But the design wasn't done in time.

That's why it didn't come that time, just now. Niw it's not needed anymore. ...I hope you can use it next winter.

(*aaaaah so that's why he was poking at Fujieda so much about it☹️ it'd have been great last December!😆 but it'd definitely be useful next winter!!😊)

Fujieda: That's true, let's use it next winter. And it can also be used as a power bank so that can be used now.

Power strip.

Fujieda: Before this event Shinya was using this backstage. There aren't enough outlets backstage.

Kyo: Lol... is there really that few outlets backstage?

Fujieda: Well... not that few. But he was using it.

Kyo: Huhm.

Kyo (looks at Shinya): what is that, drawn on it?

Shinya got the power strip in his hands.

Shinya: That is cats who got electrocuted.

Kyo: Those are cats? Why cats?

Shinya: Who knows.

Fujieda: But isn't it cute?

Kyo: Yup, ...I guess it is.

Kyo likes the hoodie.

Kyo: The design in the back was drawn by the person who is my tattoo artist after I asked.

Fujieda: Why a hoodie?

Kyo: Eh?If its something to use it at home... you can't use a heat pack at home. Only a loony would use a heat pack at home. It's better to just turn on the heating. So it'd be crazy to use heat packs at home.

Kyo: and then you also won't use the pass case. And no use for the travel pouch at home nor the sticker...

Fujieda: What about the tote bag? Shinya is using it, for his shoes etc.

Shinya: I'm using it. I didn't bring it today though.

"In an old interview you said that because you couldn't afford to stay in a hotel you slept in the car and thought of sleeping position like yoga, what kind of position was it?"

Kyo: I said that?

Takabayashi: In a magazine interview I think? Didn't you said you didn't stay in a hotel?

Kyo: Saying I slept in the car, it must have been when traveling?

Kyo: You're sitting, right? There's someone next to you so totally no space. Saying it's like yoga, so like this, your head goes down and your legs go up, kinda have to turn around

Shinya: I thought then Kyo had a great idea, when I tried it, it was comfortable.

Kyo: I've put a plastic box in the legs and used it for my head, rose my legs, like L shape.

Fujieda: Is that really comfortable?

Kyo: Yup.

Takabayashi: There won't be any swelling, if you raise your legs.

Kyo: But in the past, when we got to the venue I was in that position some fan suddenly opened our car's door. I was so upset she saw the L shape position.

Fujieda: It's also hard to believe someone would just suddenly open your car door.

"How do you like your meat cooked?"

Kyo: rary rare

Fujieda: You mean to grill it only a little bit? Like sizzle siz..done?

Kyo: Yup.

Fujieda: How about you Shinya?

Shinya: Medium rare.

Kyo: You don't eat Yukhoe? (*dish similar to tartare steak)

Kyo: Isn't it rary rare?

Shinya: But that's special.

"A song you just hum"

Kyo: the '♪gohan ga susumu gohan ga susumu♪' one

"Do you look at the needle when you get an injection?"

Kyo: Fixedly. I also watch when I'm getting tattooed.

"You should know that ZARAME DONUTS bacon donuts will come back, so don't worry."

Kyo: .......? What? How do you know that?

Fujieda: When we were in Nagoya we got told the same. That for now they are gone but they will be available again.

Kyo: Uhm... Who are they? Why do they know this? Are you the shop's spy or something??

"A vegetable you like"

Kyo: what spring veg are there?

Fujieda: Bamboo shoots and so on.

Kyo: Bamboo shoots!

"What are you into right now."

Kyo: Sneakers and Bugs Bunny.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani?!

Kyo: Batsu Bani lol

Fujieda: What's that? Batsu Bani?

Kyo: It's a character...

Fujieda: Eh? Do you know it?

Takabayashi: Of course.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani... I have no idea. I didn't bring my phone so I can't check... What kind of character is it?

Kyo: I said.

Fujieda: Baksu Bani?? ...ah! Bunny! It's a rabbit?

"What fabric softener do you use?"

Shinya: No preference. Something smooth

Takabayashi: Not the pods?

Shinya: No. Water... should rather say liquid.

Takabayashi: I'll look for it next time.

Kyo: Any softener would be okay for me, but there's Fafa, isn't the bear super cute? Have you seen that commercial? Where the bear falls on the towels. It's very cute. Watch it. It's on the net. It makes me feel better even when I'm irritated.

Fujieda: So at the moment you like two characters, FaFa bear and Bugs Bunny.... !!! Bugs Bunny! You meant Bugs Bunny!

Kyo: You finally got it 😆

[mirakeul]

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welcome, dear @kitashinsvks​, thank you for supporting mirakeul’s! your match will be right with you! just step this way, and you’re good to go! pardon me for the long wait, we hope you enjoy your date ! [reader uses she/her]

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"you really want to try it?" y/n's eyes sparkled. the four-course-meal date or so it says on tiktok, was an idea where people, two mostly or an even number, use an app to randomize whoever chooses what they would eat for drinks, an appetizer, the main course, and dessert.

"i am," her partner, kita shinsuke, said beside her as they walked inside the mall. "it is very interesting."

"will you do the tiktok with me?" 

"if we must, then i suppose there's no harm."

y/n grinned, getting her phone out as they filmed the intro. kita was just told to smile and wave to the camera as she filmed.

"okay, first, drinks!" y/n held out her right hand, her left filming of course. rock paper scissors, shoot! they both threw out a rock which made them grin a little. cutting the video, they did another round. this time, kita threw out paper while y/n threw out rock. 

she stopped the video, grinning at her partner. "where to, shin?"

kita guided her to the boba shop he heard from osamu. they ordered, kita with his mango and passionfruit boba and y/n getting oreo with additional cheese cream. they filmed the next part of the video with kita showing off his drink.

after a good one hour, a little before lunch, they decided to get appetizers. rock paper scissors, shoot! kita, again, threw out paper while y/n smiled, victorious, as she threw out scissors. kita smiled, asking her what she wanted. she then lead him to an onigiri place where they ordered a few types of onigiri.

kita gladly filmed for her part, showing the camera the tuna onigiri she was munching on. and then there was the main course. y/n is pretty sure she knows what kita would like, having passed the restaurant that serves his favorite. rock paper scissors, shoot! this time, kita used rock while y/n used paper. y/n grinned, already pulling her partner to the restaurant.

"you want tuna hamburger, right?" she said from beside her partner as she eyed the menu. "let's get that and maybe some sides and some sushi would be nice."

kita smiled lovingly at her, eyes full of wonder because she remembered that small thing about him. he voiced his agreements, filming the two of them as they both took a bite of their burgers.

it was the end of the day and sadly, the end of their very interesting date. only dessert left, rock paper scissors, shoot! they both used paper and with an intense stare and grin adorning their faces, they played another round. kita used paper again but y/n changed hers to a rock. he grinned, knowing what sweet treat to end the day with.

"two orders of ichigo daifuku, please." y/n's smile grew wider, loving strawberries. they filmed the last part of the tiktok, y/n editing it once she got home. needless to say, everyone in inarizaki was talking about the captain and your date, loving the new side they notice from the usually stone cold captain.

reblogs are greatly appreciated ! keep reading for a personal letter !

letter from you ;

bb !!!!! congrats on 700 omg to more milestones ahead !! i'm joining ur event whether u like it or not 😤

so i'm a she/her, 18, straight, taurus and an enfp! i love looking for something new to do but i cannot stick to it bc 🤡burnout🤡 and i hate being told what to do especially when people try to pressure me into doing smthng i dont want to.

my s/o needs to be, at the very least, taller than me (i'm like 5'3), respectful, clingy !!! (pls i am touchstarved), and fun to be with, bonus points if he could handle my random urges sjsjdj

for prefences, male please ! and i would prefer if it were inarizaki or seijoh but it doesn't really matter, i'll leave it to your judgment!

my ideal date is just wandering around the busy streets of mnl and eating streetfood, or having that rock-paper-scissor meal date (tangina *umiyak dahil single*)

again, congrats on 700 bb!!!

letter from me ;

NIEEE THANK YOU HUHU FORTUNATELY, I LIKE IT NA SUMALI KA YIE AHAHHAHAHAHA PERO <333 THANK U FOR ALWAYS SUPPORTING ME HUHUHU AND FOR BEING AN INSPIRATION ILY !!!! ALSO binigay q si kita kasi honestly bagay kau (at mejj biased aq /hj) AND SUPER NAENJOY Q YUNG DATE THINGY ALSO RANDOMIZED YUNG ROCK PAPER SCISSORS HAHAHAHAH GUMAMIT TALAGA AQ NG RANDOMIZER PARA MASAYA HHAHAHAHA tamo naman napahaba HAHAHAH PERO HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT kita x nie my fave tiktokers <333

[lgcichika]

what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone?

My top used apps? Does the camera count as an app? Oh, maybe that’s more of a function, correct? Well, I do have a really cute app on my phone to add stickers and text to give it that cute early 2000’s feel, but I don’t really post those because it seems a bit silly. I definitely use my calendar app a lot; I prefer to keep a handwritten planner but I also like to have my calendar up to date, just for quick access. Let’s see, I have an audio book app so I can listen to my books when I’m too tired from schedule or I’m doing something else. What else… oh, I watch Netflix sometimes with the members when I can, and the last app.. Please don’t make fun of me. It’s called Cats&Soup. It’s a really cute game where you have cats that make soup and you can dress them up and upgrade your kitchen.

what is the most random note in the notes app?

On my notes app? Oh gosh, do I truly need to answer that… this is so embarrassing… The most random thing I have I think is a list of the member’s bubble tea orders. I-I just like to know the answer to questions to requests from the managers… so sometimes I’ll write down snacks or drinks that my members like in case that information is needed. I also don’t really like to ask people ‘what do you like’ because— well, I mean, isn’t it better to be observant than forgetful? Can we please just keep this between the two of us?

what was the last message or call you’ve received and who was is from?

The last person who sent me a message was Soyoun. I honestly don’t know where she heard this, but apparently, she heard about someone who caught her boyfriend with his mistress, but turns out that the mistress was the boyfriend’s long-time girlfriend and the other girl was the actual mistress. I honestly don’t know where she heard this— a part of me is hoping it’s just gossip she just heard abroad because I can’t imagine the storm that would erupt if this was something that was happening within the company. I won't lie though… It was a rather fascinating tale.

what were the last 5 songs that you’ve listened to?

When I’m trying to relax I really enjoy listening to instrumentals of popular songs. I have a whole playlist of songs that were used in the Bridgerton series, does that count? I’m particularly fond of the arrangement by the Vitamin String Quartet. Aside from that I’ve been really enjoying Agito’s Do or Not, Apink’s I’m So Sick, SHISHAMO’s Happy End, and actually Voice from Crystallis’ last mini. By default, I believe Star also falls under that— I really do like both songs. I don’t know why exactly, but there’s something about both songs that I really enjoy. I think to date that is my favorite b-side I’ve been a part of.

what were the 5 most recent online searches?

Now I’m convinced you just want to embarrass me. If you really want to know, the last five things I searched were: myself, crystallis, versus kim alex, how do stoplights work, and ichigo daifuku. I know it’s not strawberry season, but I was really craving them and was hoping somehow I could find someone who made them in Seoul… I could not. I really don’t want to talk about the other three so I’ll just say that I was curious about the engineering of stoplights, and how they’re to know when to let people go. It really takes a good deal of work, apparently. May we move on to the last question, please?  

what are your contact names for all of the group members?

danbi: danbi 🌦️ [ 단비 🌦️  ] yura: pretty yura [ きれい ゆら ] soyoun: youn-chan [ ユンちゃん ] jaehwa: jaehwa-san [ ジェファさん ] hyejoo: miss youngwon somin: maknae-chan [ マクネちゃん ]

[izayoichan]

Meadow: If you live nearby, who knows. Maybe we'll bump into one another. Where do you live? By a shrine or something? And yes, surprise me. Milo: Actually not too far from a shrine, a small cozy house not too far from one of the bigger rentals here I think. And I wouldn't mind bumping into you again.

He chuckles and winks before he excuses himself and disappears inside the café, coming out a few minutes later with a tray with goodies. 

Milo: This is their famous Macha coffee with just a hint of caramel, so I hope you like it. As for a tasty treat, I decided on their shared platter, as it has a little bit of everything they are known for, after all, why limit oneself to only one tasty treat. 

He sits down on the chair, handing her the cup, and putting the plate between them. 

Milo: Now if I remember, we have a Melon Pan, before you think it, no it does not taste like Melon, but it is tasty. Manju, Dango, Daifuku, Karinto, Amanatto, and Arare for a more salty treat and of course Ichigo Ame.

He points at the different snacks as he says their name. The Ichigo Ame is a specialty of theirs, they make it with a very special coating. -he winks - I hope this at least makes a little up for me causing you so much distress.

Meadow: Ichigo Ame, heh? They look like caramelized strawberries! 

She smiles, taking one of the candied strawberries giving it a bite. She makes a happy, delighted noise. 

Meadow: As sweet as I imagined! Honey-based coating?

She asked curiously as it was very tasty.

Meadow: Okay, the strawberries earned you forgiveness. -she smiles brightly at him- I love strawberries and cherries. Milo: That is my guess, I have asked what they use for it, but they always just smile and nod and pretend they don't understand, family secret recipe is my guess.

He chuckles, chewing on one of the Dango. 

Milo: But I do believe it's honey, but it's spring honey, and as another guess, from when the cherry blossoms bloom. 

He watches her as they talk, there is something about her.. Magic..

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[misc-headcanons]

Masterlist (NS.FW Edition!)

One Piece

Alphabet

Ace: B D R V W (sfw)  and F M

Bartolomeo: A-Z

Killer: A-Z

Law: A-Z

Lucci: EIJRX (sfw) and BEMFY

Headcanons

With a male s/o: Baby 5, Bonney, Hancock, Perona, Robin, Viola, Vivi

SFW and NSFW:  Kin’emon, Nami , Rayleigh and Shanks, the Vinsmoke brothers, 

Boobjob HC: Shanks, Zoro, Law, Ace, Kid, and Zoro

Ace having a child with his s/o (angsty)

Ace, Sabo, and Law with an inexperienced-yet-talented s/o

Baby 5 being drunk and a bit naughty with her s/o

Bartolomeo eating out his female s/o while she’s on her period

Bartolomeo’s girlfriend surprising him by cosplaying as Robin

Cracker’s female s/o discovering he has a breeding kink

(General NS.FW) Daifuku

Doflamingo w/ a former CD slave s/o

Doffy’s female s/o saying that she wants to be choked during sex

(General/fluffy NS.FW) Izo HC

Kaido with an s/o who can change their size

Physical features Katakuri and Mihawk find attractive in a female s/o

(Random) Katakuri HC

Killer and X-Drake with a female s/o that has a breeding/pregnancy kink

Kyros sleeping with an s/o for the first time after the events of Dressrosa

Law, Sanji, and Ace discovering their female s/o has an impregnation kink

Law, Zoro, and Sanji hearing their girlfriend touching themselves and saying their name

Law masturbating to his crush and feeling guilty afterwards

Law and Zoro being woken up with a morning blowjob

Law dirty talk

Mihawk, Lucci, and Law watching their wife breastfeed their newborn baby

Mihawk with a shy female s/o

Nami giving her boyfriend the best succ of his life

Pudding, Violet, and Perona getting dommed by their male s/o 

Sabo, Killer, and Zoro with a gf that wants to try pegging

Sanji and Zoro confessing to a chubby female s/o, but she doesn’t believe they’re serious

Smoker, Tashigi, and Luffy with a female s/o in a casual/hookup relationship

Tashigi and her male s/o on their first night after moving in together

Tashigi and her boyfriend sharing a romantic bubble bath after moving in together

Zoro and a male s/o almost getting caught during sex

Zoro and his female s/o trying aphrodisiacs together

Scenarios

Crocodile/M!Reader: Vulnerable (2/2)

Enel/F!Reader: A God’s Darling

Katakuri/F!Reader: Out of the Rain

Katakuri/F!Reader: Wedding Night (ficlet)

Katakuri!F!Reader: Appreciation

Kid/Minerva (OC): The Old-Fashioned Way

Kid/Minerva prompt: “You may be attractive, but I’m not sleeping with you”

Law/F!OC: The Soul Reaper

Law/F!Reader: Private Party (leaving a party w/ the Straw Hats to be “intimate”)

Law/F!Reader: Vulnerable

Law/F!Reader: Alone Together

Lucci/Mihawk/Law/F!OC: The Soul Reaper

Robin/F!Reader: Confession

Smoker/Reader: Office Interruption (ficlet)

Yonji/F!Reader: Slap (ficlet)

Zoro/Chubby!F!Reader: Show Me

BNHA

Headcanons

General NS.FW:  Jirou,  Setsuna and Kinoko, Tomura, Mina

Valentine’s Day HC: Setsuna and Momo

Kirishima and Izuku getting woken up to a morning blowjob

Mandalay and Burnin’ trying to pounce on their s/o after getting super turned on

Miruko/Ryukyu relationship headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Miruko with a dom s/o

Nejire, Ryukyu, and Mt. Lady with a male s/o that gives them a lingerie version of their Hero costume

Setsuna, Pixie Bob, and Midnight approaching their innocent/shy male s/o about sex

Setsuna and her male s/o cooking together, leading to...shenanigans

Scenarios

Mr. Compress/Reader: Most Magicians (ficlet)

Twice/F!Reader: Breaking Point 

Kinoko/M!Reader: Missed You

Bleach

Alphabet

A-Z: Rukia, Soi Fon, Yoruichi

Headcanons

With a male s/o: Rangiku, Yoruichi

Flirting, relationship, and NS.FW: Chad, Izuru, Kyoraku

Kukaku w/ an adoring male s/o

Orihime/Ichigo in a BDSM relationship

Orihime/Ichigo/Uryu/Chad in a poly BDSM relationship

Tatsuki, Soi Fon, and Kukaku getting dommed by a male s/o

One Punch Man

(SFW and NSFW) Tatsumaki with a male s/o

Multiple Fandoms

Aizawa and Zoro sleeping with their female s/o for the first time

Nnoitra and Kid SFW and NS.FW HC

Rukia and Baby 5 being tipsy and extra affectionate with their virgin s/o at a Christmas party

Setsuna and Baby 5 relationship HC

[f2e5b1]

bitter orange — okkotsu yūta [1/3]

pairings. okkotsu yūta + f! reader/original character (main); past!orimito rika + f!reader; past!okkotsu yūta + orimito rika warnings/themes. mentions of death, jealousy, hints of obsession and possession. just a lil dark romance practice (which is barely any dark romance tbh who am i kidding) sprinkled with food motifs but i dont know what im doing im just here for the vibes :P mostly sfw with nsfw themes but nothing sexual bc im too scared to go down that dark path (also no use of y/n bc i started writing with an original name and it unfortunately stuck lawl... can be treated as either or it doesnt matter tbh i cant write anything outside of 2nd person anwyay) word count. 2.8k words nothing too crazy xd playlist. knuckle velvet by ethel cain; velvet ring by big thief; pure by cigarettes after sex; only in the dreams by the marias; be my mistake by the 1975; mary by alex g

it’s been a long time since i have seen my beloved. the moss has grown on that abetachibana tree

PART ONE: ichigo daifuku

Gojō Satoru tells you that love is the most twisted curse of them all.

He had said it in passing after your first solo mission, right as you were entering the car back to Jujutsu Tech before talking your ear off with his lame jokes. The mission had consisted of exorcizing a curse that had persistently haunted an abandoned apartment complex in Omotesandō, assigned to you by the higher-ups in accordance with your newly promoted rank as a Grade 2 sorcerer, having decided that a Grade 1 was doable enough for someone of your caliber. The curse itself wasn’t anything special, though, only repeating gargled confessions of its love to some ‘Chiyo-chan’—whoever she was—the whole time you were dodging its attacks, which was incredibly annoying. You liked your battles in silence, quick and succinct, but curses make that difficult to achieve.

Gojō muses it could have been a past lover, this Chiyo-chan—its love for her having cursed itself. You didn’t really care. If you keep up the good work, complete your required missions and get another recommendation, you could be ranked a Semi-Grade 1 by your second year, then a Grade 1 by your third and nothing else after that because unless you were someone like Gojō Satoru, then you are capped forever at Grade 1.

“So anyway—snacks you like?” said sorcerer asks, finally done with his previous tale. Something about an old coworker. “Mochi, senbei, or taiyaki? Personally, I'm a mochi ice cream type of guy!”

You look at him.

“Why are you here again?”

“... Is your memory that small, Ume? I was proctoring you,” he tuts, mouth turned downwards. “Congrats on the promotion, by the way.”

You shrug. “Ichigo daifuku is good, I guess.”

He smiles, wryly.

“You’re joking, right?”

+

The building facing your childhood home had been home to Orimito Rika, an unsuspecting property with a decent front yard and the occasional street cat or two often shooed away by her irate grandmother. “Mean granny,” you’d often call her, the insult drowned out by your hushed giggles as you played with your dolls. Rika wouldn’t say anything about it, wouldn’t dare verbally agree with you, but she would always nod her head down, the corners of her lips turned up too high.

You didn’t particularly hate the old woman, but there was a certain kind of satisfaction to saying it behind her back after all the times you’ve caught her looking at her granddaughter in unbridled scorn, your own little form of revenge. You could never understand how her only remaining family could look at her like that, not when Rika was so beautiful and kind; like the cherry blossoms during spring, falling gently along with the wind. Sure, she could be a little cunning at times, and none of the other kids at school liked her because “something’s odd about her, can’t you just hang out with us instead?”—but that’s what makes her interesting, right?

Rika isn’t weird, she’s pretty, and you’re the bee drawn to her. She’s only older than you by a year, ten instead of nine, but she always played with you, taught you how to make flower crowns at the park, and when you walked home from school she’d always hold your hand. Her smile is blindingly bright, the sound of her voice a song you couldn’t stop listening to. Selfishly, you wish it would always be the two of you together; playing with your dolls, walking home with your hands intertwined.

But when she came back from the hospital, so did Okkotsu Yūta.

You could never see what she saw in him; he was short and just a little bit pathetic, always trailing after her like a lost puppy at first. You could push him off the swing and he'd move on with a sniffle, the kind to give up the plastic shovel even though he desperately needed it to finish his sand castle because he didn’t want to fight a girl. He smiled shyly and hid his hands behind his back, looking at you like he was looking for your approval. Of course, you never gave him the time of day, because it felt like he had stolen Rika—your Rika. It was supposed to be just you and her, but that wasn’t the case anymore. Now there was Okkotsu Yūta, who held Rika’s other hand after school, who took away her attention from you so easily.

“He’s so cute, isn’t he?” she asks often, a light blush dusting her face.

“I guess,” is your reply.

“Ne,” she calls, presenting to you a small, black box. You look at it in apprehension, wincing when she eventually opens it. “What do you think of this ring? It was my mom’s. I’m gonna give this to Yūta-kun, do you think he’ll like it?”

The ring was immensely simple, a silver-colored band with a small diamond in front, glinting under the light. Nevermind the fact that it was too big for a child’s fingers to fit in, Rika presented it to you as if it held all the answers to the world. Although her parents were dead, and she had definitely stolen it from her grandmother’s dresser, the ring spoke full of promise. When she takes it out of the box and lets you inspect it, it feels heavy.

“... You really like him, don’t you, Rika-chan?” you ask, quietly.

Rika looks at the stupid piece of jewelry, painfully smitten.

“Mhm,” she affirms. “I really like Yūta-kun. I want to be with him forever! Of course, I like you too, Ume-chan. You and Yūta-kun are my favorite people in the world!”

You close the box, handing it back to her. When Rika looks at you expectantly, you realize then that you could never bring yourself to take that happiness away from her.

+

The koinobori flies.

“It’s so pretty!” Rika exclaims, eyes wide and staring up at the sky where the huge, windsock carp moves around. It’s bathed in all sorts of colors—from red to blue to white to green—dancing along the azure expanse in commemoration of Children’s Day. The weather is just right, not too hot nor too cold, and the wind caresses your skin gently, the sun not too harsh. It makes the color of Rika’s hair shine in all the right ways, adds more sparkle in her already bright eyes. She’s wearing a yellow sundress, a nice change from her usual blue one. The cream-colored hat you let her borrow covers her face with the shade, but her smile remains bright and blinding. She looks pretty.

She gives you all of her ichigo daifuku, and shares Yūta’s snacks. She doesn’t even like chimaki.

“Are you sure, Rika-chan?” you ask, looking at the two sweets in your hands.

She beams. “You like them, don’t you?”

You keep them with you until the end of the event.

The day passes by incredibly fast, your little trio having exhausted yourselves from running around the park alongside the other children. Yūta chases Rika around the park, and you watch them squeal and laugh at each other and hold hands. You watch them take a nap under the shade, their pinkies intertwined, and you watch as the ugly color of green blinds your eyesight. You leave them be.

Sometimes, you wish you’re the colorful koinobori flying in the sky. You’d let Rika hold on to you, let her fly and hear her amused laugh as the wind tickles her skin. Sometimes, you wish Yūta slapped the ring away from her hands when she handed it to him. Wish he stomped it on the ground and at the same time stomped on her heart. Wish he didn’t take it with a huge smile and agree that he’d marry her when they get older; he’s not the one who’d wait long lines just to get her the best ichigo daifuku, not the one who’d jump at the other kids when they so much as think of insulting her, and he won’t be the one who’d choose to stay with her when she’s all gray and old cause he’s a boy, and boys would never do that.

Sometimes, you wish he never liked her at all—because he never deserved her in the first place.

Okkotsu Yūta could never love Orimito Rika like you.

+

He sits beside you at lunch.

Rika’s been bedridden for the whole week, which subsequently ruins your week. Yūta doesn’t seem to mind her absence all that much since he doesn’t see her a lot during classes anyway, but they’re supposed to be engaged. He should always be thinking of her, should be acting as miserable as you even at the unripe age of nine. He looks too okay with her absence when he shouldn’t be.

“What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the small bag of snacks he had placed on the cover of your bento.

“Hm?” he looks up. “Oh, it’s norimaki senbei.”

“... And?” you prod.

He tilts his head. “You don’t want it?”

“... I don’t want it.”

He looks at you thoughtfully.

“But you like them, don’t you?” he asks though he’s acting like he already knows, like you’ll take it regardless of what you say. It’s annoying.

You look at the seaweed-wrapped rice crackers—the stupid norimaki senbei—in mild contempt. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Yūta’s smile is small, knowing. “Because you don’t like sweets.”

You frown.

+

She’s a sweet girl.

You think of Orimoto Rika like that because it’s true—she smiles sweetly, she speaks sweetly, and she likes sweet things. She tells you that her favorite snack is ichigo daifuku, the very same confection you always begged your parents to buy for you just so you could share them with her. It pays off all the time because then she’d look as sweet as the daifuku itself, her cheeks as red as the fruit within it. She also likes hanami dango, but she doesn’t like the green part because she doesn’t really like the subtle taste of yomogi, so you eat the rest for her because she doesn’t want to waste it. She likes cold tea instead of hot, sweet instead of savory, like yuzu iced tea or bubbly ramune in comparison to the nutty taste of hōjicha. When you go to the store, she always gets the kompeitō with some random anime character on the packaging because those were the “cutest kind of kompeitō,” and Rika likes cute things.

She also likes the color pink, but when you ask her what her favorite color is she’d say it’s blue. It’s blue not because she wears that blue dress all the time, but blue because it’s the color of Okkotsu Yūta’s eyes, bright and round and always looking at her. Rika likes it that way—she likes how Okkotsu Yūta is always looking at her with his blue eyes, unwavering and full of adoration for her and her only.

You think Orimito Rika is a sweet girl, but sometimes she’s more than that. Sometimes, when the other kids get brave enough to drag you away from her, tell you to stop hanging out with her, they say it’s because Rika doesn’t like anyone else but Okkotsu Yūta.

Sometimes, when they tell you that, you wonder if Rika liked you at all, way before Okkotsu Yūta came into the picture.

But most of the time, you don’t really care. Even if Rika didn’t like you, you’d still like her. Even if she’d only have her eyes set on Okkotsu Yūta with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid norimaki senbei and stupid chimaki that he shared with her on the fifth of May, you’d still like her because she’s Rika—beautiful, kind, and wonderful Rika.

She has things she doesn’t like, too, such as other people but never Yūta-kun or Ume-chan! She likes it when people compliment her and praise her looks and give her free stuff like ramune or ichigo daifuku or Sailor Moon-themed kompeitō from the store, but sometimes she tells you that she dislikes this certain group of girls from Yūta’s class, dislikes the boy assigned as your seatmate, her homeroom teacher, the “weird” guy who works at the konbini a street over, and dislikes it even more when her grandmother looks at her and tells her she killed her own father without even saying anything at all.

You know all those things because you know Orimito Rika. You like her even if she holds intense dislike for the people outside her circle, people who tick her off just a little for you to see her smile crack at the edges and go stiff, the little twitch of her brown eyes, and most importantly, you still like her when all she wants in the world is the attention of the boy who wears her deceased mother’s ring.

You’ll always want sweet girls like her.

+

“Where’s Rika-chan?”

“Her grandma won’t let her go out today,” Yūta says, sitting next to you on the bench. “So it’s just you and me.”

He says it dejectedly, but it’s not enough for you. If he was really sad, then he’d be as sad as you are, so you start packing your belongings. “I’m leaving, then.”

He startles, standing up. “Huh? W–wait! Don’t leave just yet!”

“But Rika-chan’s not here,” you frown. “There’s no point in hanging out today.”

He falters, looking down at the ground.

“Even if she isn’t here, we can still play together…” he offers, looking up at you timidly. “We’re friends, too, aren’t we?”

The green-eyed monster stares at the silver chain wrapped around his neck, the ring acting as its pendant tucked underneath his shirt—like an unattainable treasure trapped inside a chest with the key thrown away somewhere you cannot find it. We’re not friends, the monster says with a snarl, stay away from me.

If there is one thing you know, then it’s that you have never wanted to be friends with Okkotsu Yūta, not after he took everything from you. He can butter you up by sticking to you during class and sitting next to you at lunch and even offering you some of his not-ichigo daifuku, not-yuzu iced tea, and not-colorful anime-themed kompeitō but you will and have never liked him for the green-eyed monster will always sit on your shoulder so long as he wears that ring on his person, a physical manifestation of his promise with Rika. Your Rika, even if that’s not really the case.

You will never like Okkotsu Yūta, because—because he—

“... What’re we even gonna do?” you ask, slowly.

He immediately brightens up.

“… Wanna get ice cream?” he offers. “There’s a new flavor I wanna try!”

His suggestion does not entice you at all, but when he stands there with an outstretched hand waiting for you to take it, like it’ll matter if you reject him, you find yourself at a crossroads. But you make your decision soon enough. Like it’ll matter, like the green-eyed monster isn’t there, staring.

“Okay,” you say, moving past him to start walking. He blinks incredulously at the blatant rejection before gathering himself and following after you, a prep to his step regardless of your actions.

You try to ignore the warmth of his body next to yours.

He’s too close.

+

“Yūta-kun’s birthday is in a few days,” Rika announces, lying on your spare futon. “Did you get him anything?”

You didn’t. “... Yeah.”

“Really? What is it?” she cranes her neck to face you. “What’d you get him?”

She doesn’t want your gift being better than hers, it checks out. “Um… just a toy. A garbage truck.”

“Oh, okay,” she turns back to face the ceiling. “I made him a scrapbook with photos of us. I worked really hard on it… do you think he’ll like it?”

“He’ll like anything you give him.”

She’s already given him a ring—what else could compare to that?

Rika smiles. “I guess… you’re right.”

Soon enough, she goes to sleep, breathing softly beside you as your fan fills the silence of the night. You continue staring at the ceiling, making out the little dents despite the lack of light. You squeeze the hand that holds your under the cover, before closing your eyes.

You hear her softly breathe on a steady beat alongside the fan whirring in the corner, and you close your eyes, squeezing her hand tighter underneath the covers of your too-close futon.

You’ll have to ask your parents for some money tomorrow.

+

“Rika-chan isn’t here again,” Yūta says dejectedly. “Her granny’s too strict.”

“She hates her,” you say quietly.

Yūta looks at you, confused. “What’d you say?”

“Nothing. Your birthday’s coming up soon, what are you doing that day?”

“Uwah—you remember?”

“Rika-chan told me.”

“Oh, well,” he smiles sheepishly, “we have school that day, but after that I’ll be celebrating at my house. I’m thinking of just inviting Rika-chan and you over… um, so, will you come?”

“I’ll go if Rika-chan is going.”

He blinks, before a smile blooms on his face. “Okay! I’ll see you, then.”

+

It happens when you aren't there.

It never should have happened at all.

Orimito Rika is pronounced dead at the age of eleven, her body unrecognizable under the heavy weight of a blue truck.

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[rosemary1315]

SU OC Profile: Fernando and Tsubaki Diaz

Fernando [Isamu] Diaz

Nickname: Ferndy (Tsubaki), Big Guy (Tsubaki *sometime*) Papa (Yukiko, Haruki), Dad (Haruki *sometime*), Isamu-san (Tsubaki *Sometime*) [Tsubaki give Janpanese name to him], Fernando-san (Keisuke, Neighbor, Tsubaki's friend, Someone know him in market), Grandpa (Jun, Reymond, Summer), Mr. Big Guy (River *Sometime*), Big old guy (Amethyst)

Hometown: Madrid, Spain (Past)/ Sapporo, Hokkaido (Present)

Relative(s): Tsubaki Diaz (Wife), Yukiko [Nieves] Diaz (Older Daughter), Haruki [Luciano] Diaz (Younger Son), Robert Skyler (Son-in-law), Jun and Raymond Skyler (Grandson), Summer Skyler (Granddaughter)

Friend(s): Keisuke Nakamura (Friend), Tetsuya Nakamura (Friend), Emiko Nakamu (Friend), Richard Skyler (Friend), River Skyler (Friend), Flora Skyler (Friend), Strawberry Quartz/Ichigo (Friend)

Occupation: Pastry Chef at hotel in Sapporo (Past/ *Retied), Pastry Shop Owner (Present)

Personality:

He's quiet, calm, gentle, peacful, down-to-earth and friendly to everyone.

He's very calm and chill to everything. He has no problem and okay to his daughter's husband, Robert and his son's girlfriend, Ichigo (Strawberry Quartz). He isn't easily angry, he don't like fight, if it isn't necessary. But, he can make someone scared him by see his face and his height, if someone made him angry.

Although, he's big and scarred for someone. But, he's very gentle. He love and care his family much. Especially he love his wife, Tsubaki much. Tsubaki is one of reason made him decide to lives in Japan, since then.

He love baking, he learned from his mother when he was kid. He's still good at baking, although he's old. Especially, he love make and show spanish desserts to everyone. mostly people love any desserts he make, especially Tsubaki Haruki and Summer. He love to learning about Japanese desserts, especially traditional Japanese Desserts (or Wagashi).

He like cooking in sometime, especially he's good at cook spanish foods. Sometime, he can make some japanese foods (thank to Tsubaki).

He will always write a note everything. Especially, when he met new Japanese food or Japanese dessert.

He good at speak japanese. When he was young and after moved to Japan, he spending time to practiced speaking Japanese after work.

He love about Japan much, after he moved from Spain to Japan to work as chef for 1 year. He's interest everything about Japan likes lauguage, culture, and foods. Especially, he's interest about Japanese Desserts. It's main reason made him decide to live in Japan until now.

Like: Baking, Cooking (Sometime. Mostly, spanish foods, and some Japanese foods), Japan (it's reason he decide to live in Japan), Learning about Japan, Learning about japanese desserts, Spanish Foods (Croquetas, Patatas Bravas, Pisto, Bocadillo de queso, Huevos a la Flamenca), Spanish Desserts (Leche Frita, Crema Catalana, Natillas de leche, Caramel Apple Empanadas), Some Japanese Foods (Korokke, Sushi, Katsudon, Tempura, Saru Odon, Tempura Udon, Kitsune Udon, Shoyu Ramen, Saru Soba, Tempura Soba, Kitsune Soba, Japanese Curry, Curry Bread, Miso Soup, Satsuma-age or Fried Fish Cakes, Any Tofu Recipes *Especially, Agedashi Tofu*), Some Japanese Desserts (Any Mochi recipes, Daifuku, Yakimochi or Grilled Mochi *Especially, grilled mochi with soy sauce and nori seaweed*, Warabimochi, Manju)

Backstory

Fernando [Isamu] Diaz is Yukiko and Haruki's Father, and Jun, Raymond and Summer's  Grandfather. Formerly, he's Pastry Chef at hotel in Sapporo. In the past, He lives at Madrid, Spain.

After Fernando graduated university, he work as Pastly Chef at hotel in Madrid for 2 years.

Until once day, Fernando saw job advertisement at hotel he worked saying, At hotels in Sapporo, Japan need chefs and pastry chefs in his workplace for chefs who are interested in working abroad. At that time, he heard about Japan. But he don't know about detail and lauguage much. That moment, it made him interest and want to know about Japan.

Days later, Fernando decided to apply for a job for 1 year. Later after his parent know about it, they was sad and didn't want him to leave home to another country. He know, he don't want to upset his parent, especially his mother. But, he decide to work as pastry chef at Sapporo. That moment his father realize, his son was old enough to take care of himself. Although he didn't want his son leave him, but he understand and support him.

Months later, he leave his parent and Spain to Sapporo. He work as pastly chef at hotel in Sapporo and lives at that city. While he work and lives in Japan, he study japanese language and learn about Japan like culture, foods, desserts, people and other. It made him love Japan little by little. At that time, he started don't sure if he want come back to Spain or not.

1 year later in once day, while Fernando is relaxing at Odori Park. he met Tsubaki, she sit close  and greeting him. That moment he can saw, Tsubaki is difference from other japanese womans. Tsubaki isn't shy to talk someone like him, especially when he's foreigner. Then, he started fall in love her.

While he started a relationship with Tsubaki for months. He learn many detail about Japan from her. That moment, she made him love her more than before. Until in once day, he decide to married to her and live at Sapporo with her, since then. Although he know, his parent was sad way he made decision to lives in Japan instead of coming back to Spain. He still lives at apartment with Tsubaki.

1 year later, Fernando and Tsubaki has daughter is Yukiko (Nieves). He decide to come back to Madrid to visit his parent with Tsubaki and Yukiko (at that time, she was baby). At that time, he don't sure if his parent accept his wife and his daughter or not. But after he met his parent, they're happy to see him again. They glad, their son found someone he love likes Tsubaki. Then, they're happy than before after they see their first granddaughter, Yukiko.

3 years later, Fernando and Tsubaki has son is Haruki (Luciano). Fernando became diligent and hard work than before, because he tried to save money to shophouse for his small dessert shop. Because he plans to open a dessert shop and live in that house in same time. while, He practicing make japanese desserts, and he has idea to make some spanish desserts introduct to japanese people know about spanish desserts.

Few years later, Fernando has enough money to buy a small shop for dessert shop. He decide buy and take his wife with childs (Yukiko and Haruki). Since then, he lives at that house and sell desserts. While, he still work as pastry chef at hotel in same time.

Years later after Fernando retire from his work, he works at his dessert shop as pastry chef and dessert shop owner in full-time, since then.

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Tsubaki Diaz (Ito)

Nickname: Camellia (Fernando *sometime*) [After, Fernando know "Tsubaki" meaning "Camellia Flower" in Japanese Language], Mama (Yukiko, Haruki), Mom (Haruki *sometime*), Grandma (Jun, Reymond, Summer), Tsubaki-san (Keisuke, Neighbor, Tsubaki's friend, Someone know him in market)

Hometown: Furano, Hokkaido (Past)/Sapporo, Hokkaido (Present)

Relative(s): Fernando [Isamu] Diaz (Husband), Yukiko [Nieves] Diaz (Older Daughter), Haruki [Luciano] Diaz (Younger Son), Robert Skyler (Son-in-law), Jun and Raymond Skyler (Grandson), Summer Skyler (Granddaughter)

Friend(s): Keisuke Nakamura (Friend), Tetsuya Nakamura (Friend), Emiko Nakamu (Friend), Richard Skyler (Friend), River Skyler (Friend), Flora Skyler (Friend), Strawberry Quartz/Ichigo (Friend)

Occupation: Veterinarian (Past/ *Retied), Housewife (Present)/Cashier at her husband's pastry shop (Present, after retired from Veterinarian)

Personality:

She's cheerful, lively, funny, clever, quick-witted and fun-loving.

She's brave and fearless, she always to fight with everyone if someone mess with her family (even some gems).

She like to make her childs or her grandchildens embarrased sometime, especially Haruki after Ichigo became his girlfriend.

In the past, when she was young. she was independent (for Japanese people in old time), she unlike any other japanese girls at that time. She always thought that she could work, not just stay home and doing housework. She don't care what people think, when she married foreigner as Fernando.

She's trendy and modern. Especially about her thought, unlike other girls or other people (for Japanese people in old time).

She's open-minded. She always support her childs and  grandchildens in anything, especially when they have someone they love. Although, they're forgeiner or difference (especially, in case for Haruki's girlfriend is gem). This point, she understand and not against about their love. Because, she married foreigner as Fernando.

Although at that time, she work as Veterinarian. But, she never forget to be a housewife. Especially, after she married Fernando and had Yukiko and Haruki. She's good at houseworks and cooking.

She love animals. Because her father was Veterinarian, and she like go to veterinary clinic to watch her father and animals, when she was kid. it's reason made her want to be Veterinarian as her father. Although, she retire her work. But, she still like to be veterinarian. She's always ready to help and take care of the pets, if her friend or neighbor's pet gets sick.

Like: Animal, Spending time with her family, Make her childs or her grandchildens embarrased (sometime), Japanese Foods (Miso Soup, Miso Ramen, Wagame Udon, Tanuki Soba, Zosui, Gyoza, Seaweed, Seaweed Snack, Korokke), Japanese Desserts (Any desserts with red bean filling or Anko, Taiyaki, Monaka), Spanish Foods her husband make (Especially Fideuà, Croquetas, Bolinhos de bacalhau), Spanish Desserts her husband make (Especilly Leche Frita, Churro, Miguelitos, Pionono)

Backstory

Tsubaki [Camellia] Diaz is Yukiko and Haruki's mother and Jun, Raymond and Summer's Grandmother. Formerly, she's Veterinarian at Sapporo. She was born and raised Furano.

After Tsubaki graduated university, she want work as veterinarian. But at that time, her mother don't want her going work. Because, her mother want Tsubaki to stay home and help her with housework as other womans (Tsubaki's mother is old-fashioned). While, her father is okay if his daughter want to work (Tsubaki's father is modern for Japanese people in old time). But her mother disagreed what her daughter and her husband thought. Then, Tsubaki had an argument with her mother, while her father tried stop them. That moment, she decide to moved to Sapporo.

Later day later, Tsubaki left her house to the train station to move to Sapporo without talking to her mother.

While her father was out to work, he saw his daughter walking out of the house. He knew she was going to the train station. So, he quickly left the house to go to the train station. While she was waiting for the train, she saw her father rushing to her. He begged her to go home. But she decided to go to Sapporo to work as Veterinarian. That moment, her fathe was sad. Because he didn't want her to leave him to Sapporo. But, he respected her decision. Tsubaki promised her father, she would contact him soon after she arrived Sapporo. Few hours later, The train go to Sapporo arrived. So she said goodbye to her father. Then, she left Furano go to Sapporo.

Hours later, Tsubaki came to Sapporo. Later, she lived in an apartment in the city. Few days later, she work as Veterinarian at animal clinic in Sapporo. Since then, she live in Sapporo.

Until 1 year later in once day, while Tsubaki came to Odori Park to relax. She met Fernando, he sits on a bench alone. She walked closer to him, she can saw he's foreigner. She started interest in him.

While Tsubaki started a relationship with Fernando for months. She can saw, he's friendly to everyone and very gentle to her. Plus, he's interested in everything about Japan. So she teaches everything about Japan as she's Japanese. She started fall in love him than before.

Until once day, Fernando decide want to married Tsubaki. That moment, Tsubaki also want to married him. Because at that time, she love him much. But she said Fernando, she don't sure if she should tell her parent or not. Especaily, her mother. But Fernando tried to encourage and said her, he will always be with her, and He will prove to her parent that he loves her.

Few days later, Tsubaki came back to Furano with Fernando. At that time, Fernando was awkward to meet Tsubaki's parent. Because, he don't sure if her parent like him or not. Plus he's foreigner, and he isn't japanese as them expect.

Hours later, Tsubaki arrived to Furano and met her father was waiting at train station. Her father is very happy to met Tsubaki again. Then, her father said about her mother to her. After Tsubaki moved to Sapporo, her mother was gulity to Tsubaki much. She shouldn't be too strict with  to what she want to be and love. Then Tsubaki said her father, she felt guilty and want to apologize to her mother, after she had argument with her mother when 1 year ago. Plus she afaird her mother don't accept Fernando is foreigner. Her father understand her feeling, and he saw and can accept that Tsubaki love her boyfriend much. Then, her mother come to train station and crying. Because she heard everything what Tsubaki and her husband said, it's true. Then, Tsubaki just hug her parent and apologize them. Later, she introduct Fernando to her parent.

Few months later, Tsubaki married Fernando. Since then, She came to live with him in the apartment where he lived at that time.

1 year later, Fernando and Tsubaki has daughter is Yukiko (Nieves). Tsubaki came to Madrid with Fernando and their daughter, Yukiko to meet Fernando's parent.

3 years later, Fernando and Tsubaki has son is Haruki (Luciano). Tsubaki still work as Veterinarian and take care any houseworks as Housewife in same time. At that time, Fernando plans to save money to buy shophouse for open a dessert shop and live in that house in same time. Plus, she and Fernando have 2 childs, they need big house for them and their childs. She help support her husband.

Until few years later, Tsubaki and Fernando has enough money to buy a small shop for dessert shop. They decide buy and take their childs (Yukiko and Haruki). Since then, she lives at that house with her husband, Fernando. While, she still work as veterinarian.

Years later after Tsubaki retire from her work, she works as cashier at her husband's pastry shop with her husband, since then.

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A Well-Behaved Dog

Part four of “Our Lucky Dogs” is here!

Tagging the poms crew: @ravenhaired-mc @aldreaoakley @otome0heart (If someone want me to tag him/her, just tell me!)

And don’t forget you can read it on AO3 too!

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Genre: Fluff? Maybe comedy? MAYBE DOGS? Fandom: SLBP. Word count: 3578 Summary: Ichigo is not the sweet dog that Ieyasu thinks she is.

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Spring had already arrived. The air was full of the characteristic scent of freshly cut grass. The cherry trees were already in bloom, bringing with them hanami and celebrations. As well as the classic spring cleaning of the house, new clothes to wear.

And before she knew it, with a smile on her face, MC was sacredly preparing ichigo daifuku to please the palate of a certain demanding lord.

While MC finished filling a teapot to serve this evening, Daifuku sniffed around the kitchen floor. Upon encountering a small piece of carrot, the dog tried to hit it with his little paw wanting to play with it. Unexpectedly for him, the orange piece jumped before his eyes with a sudden movement. As usual in this circumstances, the frightened puppy moved backwards and started barking.

Noticing the animal’s complaints, MC laughed softly. She reached out to pick up the piece of vegetable and threw it in the trash. Then, she stroked Daifuku's fur affectionately. His nervousness still noticeable, she managed to make him relax a little bit by him caressing behind his ears.

Silently, MC arranged the elements of the tray again. There was tea and ichigo daifuku; and for a twist, she had also made sakuramochi.

The last time she had practiced making different kinds of sweets, Ieyasu hadn’t accepted all of them willingly. His favorite would always be the ichigo daifuku, but spring demanded her to make food with floral motifs. The pink hue of the little cake made her happy and nostalgic at the same time. For a moment, she remembered her family and the moments they had spent together under the cherry trees.

She felt suddenly alone. In recent days, Ieyasu had been working hard, to the point that she hardly saw him if it wasn’t for the meals. Daifuku sometimes cried outside of his study, missing him. Preparing sakuramochi was almost like celebrating a hanami inside their house, but that still didn’t filled her heart.

She shook her head from side to side, taking away those ideas from her head. She then left the kitchen with Daifuku following her closely behind until they reached Ieyasu's studio. The puppy sat with his hind quarters resting on the ground, moving his head to the left— they had learned to recognize that action meant something had made him curious.

MC cleared her throat before calling“Lord Ieyasu, may I enter?”

The murmur that was heard on the other side quieted down the moment she finished speaking. She looked at Daifuku, who was already waiting for the door to open. The little one seemed almost unable to hide the joy that came from knowing he was so close to his master. His tail moved incessantly. His ears pointed, his snout seems to draw a smile.

After a momentary silence, the blond's voice was heard. “Try it if you dare.”

MC opened the door delicately. Upon entering, everyone turned in their seats, however, not to see her.

Daifuku ran quickly to greet everyone.He stood on two legs to greet Toramatsu, licking his ear, to which the page responded laughing and stroking his chin. Then he went on, standing between Tadakatsu and Yasumasa, circling around to show how excited he was to see them.

“Well, look at you. What a bothersome little thing you are.” Yasumasa looked the other way with weariness, implying that Daifuku's joy didn’t interest him. Contradictorily, he reached out and stroked the dog’s back while Tadakatsu patted his head, smiling.

After having finished there, he went swiftly to where Tadatsugu was. He threw himself on his back in front of the old man, showing him his belly. With small barks, Daifuku tried to get his attention.

“Ohoho, don’t listen to him, little one. You're not silly at all!” Sakai reached out to stroke under the dog's chin. When he was about to continue advancing down to caress his belly, they heard some claps. Daifuku stood up straight away, knowing what was going to happen.

“That’s enough, Daifuku.”

The pup rushed towards Ieyasu, standing on two legs once he was close to him. To obtain stability, he rested his front paws on the blond's shoulder, and kissed him on the cheek repeatedly, giving small licks that were answered with caresses on the puppy's lower back.

Once all the greetings were over, Ieyasu took the dog with both hands and seated him on his lap, stroking his neck under the collar.

MC responded to all this with a smile. She had already become accustomed to Daifuku's effusive greeting routine. She also knew that, secretly, everyone was waiting for him with affection, even Lord Sakakibara.

The moment MC finished setting the tray on a small table, she wet a cloth with water and brought it to the Lord of Mikawa to clean his cheek. Then, she served the tea in silence while Ieyasu wiped his face with one hand and stroked the adorable dog with the other hand.

When her husband had finished, she took the cloth and put it aside. The woman left a plate laden with sweets in front of everyone, so that they could decide on their preferences. Once she finished the tea service, she got up apologizing for her interruption. However, before she walked to the door to leave, Ieyasu interrupted her.

“Stay here, dimwit. This will be interesting.”

The blond glared at everyone in the room as he continued to pet Daifuku, who only let himself be loved by his master without realizing the true spirit in those caresses.

MC took a cushion and sat on it, next to her husband. She couldn’t help frowning a little, what could be of interest to her?

The ambience was tense. She noticed how Tadatsugu swallowed loudly. She also noticed that Toramatsu's eyes were turned down and that Tadakatsu's forehead began to bead with sweat. The only one who seemed to be in control was Yasumasa, until she looked at his hands and noticed that his knuckles were white from clenching his fists.

Ieyasu sighed loudly, showing his stress. His calm hands didn’t stop caressing the puppy. However, even if his attitude was tender with his dog, his mouth didn’t stop spitting vitriol to the others.

“How utterly disgusting. What in the hells are my retainers doing? How you dare blaming my sweet and dearest Ichigo?”

MC turned to Ieyasu, asking what the little one had done. She started to bite her lower lip, unable to hide her worry.

“Toramatsu,” the Lord of Poison Smile addressed his page, who had to look up. “Please, repeat word for word the nonsense you said a moment before.”

The dark-haired boy stood for a moment in silence, meditating, thinking exactly what he had said. He took a breath and began his story.

“As you may know, MC, every morning I give food to the sparrows that come, especially now in the spring.” She responded by nodding.

On several occasions, she herself had given him some grains to give to those visitors. That way, they didn’t eat the vegetables in the garden. On another note, MC thought it was cute to find nests with newborn baby birds sometimes.

“That's what I did this morning. I went out to the garden, next to the koi fish pond, to feed them. They were already waiting, so when I reached out to throw food… she stepped forward.”

“She?” asked MC.

“Yes. I’m talking about Ichigo.” Toramatsu was very serious, but his eyes showed a certain sadness. “She came running suddenly, leaving me behind, and started barking. The birds were frightened and flew in all directions. Some hit me, causing me to throw away the grains unintentionally. Ichigo…” The black-haired young man sighed again, disappointed, as if he regretted the outcome of the situation. For some reason, it was hard to talk. “Ichigo seemed to be delighted with the chaos, and once all the birds flew, she looked at me wagging her tail, as if she was proud of what had happened. Before I could react or say something to her, she had already left.”

In the meantime, Ieyasu listened to the story again without paying much attention. He took the cup of tea with one hand and stroke Daifuku’s fur with the other. He was silent during the tale, more concerned with untangling the puppy’s fur with his fingers.

The pup was happy in his arms.

When Toramatsu finished speaking, Daifuku got off his owner's lap to go to sleep next to Tadatsugu, who allowed his hand tenderly to stroke the dog’s head. The pup responded by sitting closer to his body, calmly.

Leaving his cup of tea on his desk, Ieyasu looked at Toramatsu, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. Once again, the poison controlled him as he said, “Are you expecting me to believe this lie? Don’t make me laugh.”

Reaching out to take out a sweet, he glanced sideways at the sakuramochi, tempted by its color. Yet, he took with his right hand an ichigo daifuku and brought it to his mouth. Biting into the treat, he let the sweet flavor of anko melt in his mouth beforechewing the strawberry that gave the dessert a refreshing and delicate touch.

It was an invitation. Seeing their lord eat, the rest of the men felt free to take a sweet off of the tray for themselves. Everyone stretched out their hand at the same time, and that was the moment when MC noticed something out of place.

“Lord Tadakatsu”, MC pressed her lips before asking. “What happened to your hand?”

Tadakatsu looked at his right hand, which held a sakuramochi. On the back, there was a small slash, along with some scratches and red-blooded dots. He opened his eyes with surprise at have been discovered and tried to hide it quickly with the sleeve of his kimono, however, Ieyasu frowned as he, too, noticed his retainer's wound.

“Speak. And do it quickly, don’t make me wait.”

Tadakatsu became serious after hearing his lord’s voice and his eyes went to MC, who was the one who asked the question in the first place.

“This morning I arrived late for breakfast because I was cleaning this wound. When I entered the main hall the first time, I found Ichigo sitting at my place. I wanted to put her aside without bothering her since she was asleep, but she got angry and bit me.” Tadakatsu shrugged, implying that he wasn’t very concerned about it. Then he looked at the wound and with a frustrated gesture mentioned “It's funny… Ichigo has the same personality as Lord Ieyasu, however, I didn’t enjoy the bite.”

Absently, Tadakatsu took the sakuramochi to his mouth and made small sounds of delight. His face showed how much he was enjoying the sweet.

“… Ugh, so annoying.” Ieyasu rolled his eyes. After having listened to his retainer, the blond got up from his place to look for something in a chest.

MC, not paying much attention to this, got up to approach Tadakatsu and check the wound. She delicately took the retainer's hand in her hands.

“So… Ichigo did this?”

From behind, the weary voice of Ieyasu was heard approaching. “Didn’t you hear, dung beetle? He just said that Ichigo did it. Are we even paying attention?”

Once he sat down, Ieyasu threw some bandages and sage to Tadakatsu.

“Here. It's repulsive to see you with that untreated wound. Make sure you keep it clean or I'll make sure to cut off that hand from you myself.”

“… Ooh, with pleasure, milord.” Tadakatsu's face lit up with pleasure at the threats he received as he opened the small jar and applied the balm on the damaged hand.

While Tadakatsu tended to his injury, MC sat down again in her corresponding place, next to her husband.

“Hey, don’t start with that attitude, or you'll really piss me off, Honda,” Yasumasa hissed while standing aside, avoiding touching the other man. “Lord Ieyasu, I don’t know why we keep arguing over this absurdity. That our little Toramatsu can’t stand for his little birds to escape shouldn’t be a reason for a council.”

Toramatsu, unable to avoid it, expressed his annoyance once he finished sipping his tea. “Says the person who has the back of his kimono full of dog hairs.”

"Wha—!" The lord widened his eyes, as if they had discovered him committing a crime. “How you dare, you little piece of sh—!”

“Yasumasa.” Ieyasu’s icy tone showed that he was trying to control himself. Nevertheless, his gestures betrayed him. The absurdity of this situation had made the blond absolutely furious. He clicked his tongue irritably as he crossed his arms. Everyone in the room could practically hear him gritting his teeth. “Turn around. Now.”

As soon as he turned his back towards his lord, Yasumasa showed that his black kimono had dozens of thin white lines crossing it. He almost quailed when he felt his lord's hand touching the fabric of his back, watching the dog’s fur accumulate between the man’s fingers.

The Lord of Mikawa sighed with annoyance and only limited himself to hissing the word “disgusting”.

An ashamed Yasumasa turned to face the Tokugawa clan head, who had once again returned to his seat. He sighed a barely audible “forgive me, milord.”

Everyone, with the exception of Ieyasu, lowered their heads. It was better that way, instead of continuing to exalt his anger.

“Say, baldy.” The blond lord, exhausted, began to massage his temples. At this moment he just wanted everyone to leave, but he knew that he had to settle the matter once and for all.

“What was the damage that Ichigo did to you?” He smiled petulantly at the mention of the puppy. He decided to rest his elbow on the desk and lay his chin in his hand. The sweet smile he showed was a paradox compared to the eyes full of rage and fire he had in those moments. “Choose your words wisely. We don’t want to stay without a single hair on our heads, do we?”

Tadatsugu kept his mouth shut, coughing softly. He withdrew the hand that had been caressing Daifuku, knowing that the situation was complicated.

The dog, being deprived of affection, complained slightly. However, reading the tension in the environment at last, he went to lie down in silence between his owners. His ears were raised, not knowing what to do.

“Milord, I haven’t been affected by Ichigo's behavior yet.”

“You don’t, huh?” This calmed Ieyasu a bit. It meant that there was at least one person whom Ichigo respected.

“Certainly not. I'm well aware of that.”

“What the hell does that mean, old man? Are you implying that Ichigo will do something to you?” Ieyasu’s browns knit severely.

“No, milord.” Sakai's voice trembled a little, knowing that if he didn’t choose his words well enough, the situation could get out of hands. “Still, my suggestion is that we need to give her some incentive to be as well-behaved as Daifuku.”

“I have heard enough of this crap. I will give her a punishment myself.” The blond found himself looking up with apathy in the room, looking for a white smudge.

Fearing that the puppy would become another victim of her husband's anger, MC begged “milord, please spare—"

“Silence.” The only thing she found was ice in his words and a frown. “Now, where in the seven hells is she? She was supposed to be with you, kitchen wench!”

Her eyes widened in shock as she gasped. In the kitchen, it had just been Daifuku and herself. Ichigo hadn’t been inside with them during theday, and looking around the room, there was no sign of her here either.

She got up quickly, and headed for the door. Just at the moment she was going to go out, the door opened from the outside.

“Dear me, could it be that I’ve arrived at just the right time?”

A breeze scented with camellias entered the room. A kind smile adorned the face of Hattori Hanzo, as he closed the door behind him and performed a bow, greeting the Lord and Lady Tokugawa.

“What do you want, Hanzo? I’m too tired to be dealing with you.”

Ieyasu made no attempt to hide his bad-tempered mood. Next to him, Daifuku raised his head, barking at the silver-haired man.

“You have been really busy this week, your lordship.” Hanzo took no notice of Tokugawa's attitude, smiling while he looked through the window. “It's a shame, such a splendid season wasted in this four-walled prison.” A dramatic sigh filled the air. The silver-haired man’s sleeve went directly to his eyes, as if he were wiping invisible tears. Anyone who saw it would think that Hattori was representing a play.

“This spring will leave our lives before we know it. The larks will cry and there will be tears in the eyes of the koi if people don’t realize we have to enjoy the opportunity given to us by the season for such recreational activities like hanami.” Bending down to pick up something behind him, he asked “Isn’t that right, Ichigohime?”

Speak of the devil! There was the little one in snake’s arms, happy as if nothing had happened. Her fluffy tail moved with emotion from one side to the other,yipping as if confirming the words of the apothecary.

Lord Ieyasu's lips pursed briefly. His eyes refused to believe the love his princess seemed to have for that serpent. The smile ghosting across Hanzo's lips made him burst in anger on the inside.

“Explain this. Now. Or I will remove your tongue myself, you pox-ridden snake.”

“Of course, milord. As I said before, it’s time to enjoy the seasons and what’s better than to celebrate a hanami with the best companion available. A well-behaved lady, indeed! Shall we show them?”

The moment Hanzo said this, Ichigo responded by licking his cheek.

With his immutable smile, the man left her carefully on the floor and ordered her to sit down. Everyone held their breath when they noticed that she obeyed him. While everyone was attentive to the puppy, Ieyasu bit his lower lip in frustration.

Delicately, Hattori pulled a cherry tree branch from his sleeve and handed it to Ichigo, which she took with her nose waiting for the next order.

“Now, please, go apologize.”

And so she did.

Ichigo advanced showing some embarrassment. Her ears were low as she approached Tadakatsu and put the flowers at his feet. Then, she inclined her head looking at him with her saddened little black eyes.

Tadakatsu looked at his lord, who nodded as he stared incredulously at the scene. The giant took the branch with his bandaged hand and the little one moved towards him. Honda was already moving to withdraw his hand, with some trepidation, but he only received a couple of licks to his fingers from Ichigo.

The same scene was repeated with Toramatsu, Yasumasa and Tadatsugu. A delivery of cherry blossoms, just as if it were an offering of peace to all the men.

Ieyasu formed a fist under the sleeves of his haori at the scene.

Once Ichigo finished her deliveries, she sat down next to Daifuku, wagging her tail with joy. The blond looked at both puppies, narrowing his eyes.

“How did you…”

Unable to finish the sentence, the apothecary interrupted his lord. He approached MC, who was still standing by the door, with gentleness. Hanzo placed a cherry blossomed branch in her hands. A soft smile floated onto his lips.

“It's very simple. If you neglect someone for too long, do not they long to play with other toys?”

MC flushed when she noticed that Hanzo's gaze was fixed on her hands and then on her eyes, as if seducing her. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back in Ieyasu's mind.

“Every. Single. One of you. GET OUT!”

Frantically, the retainers got to their feet and hurried to the entrance, leaving the room one by one in quick succession.

Master Hattori laughed lightly and said "Well then, I must depart."

MC, knowing that her husband's anger wouldn’t calm down with anything at that moment, also left excusing herself that it was time to start cooking dinner.

The room emptied. The Lord of Mikawa was alone with his dogs. Ichigo gently licked one of Daifuku's ears, who was at her mercy.

The blond's gaze fixed on the ground. Someone had left behind a cherry blossomed branch. He took it with both hands, watching as a couple of petals fell. After all, maybe Ichigo just wanted his attention…

“Now what are we going to do, little beast? The Europeans were supposed to educate you well…”

With a sigh on his lips, the young man approached his pet.

Ichigo was grooming her partner's face, but as soon as she realized that her master was approaching to her, she stopped and looked at him with interest. Ieyasu's hands stretched to reach her fur, putting the flowers on her head, as if it were a natural hairpin.

“Perhaps we can go to see the cherry blossoms and have a hanami. Just the four of us… But not today.”

He found himself smiling. Maybe another day he could rest, and give his wife’s sakuramochi a chance.

The dogs waved their tails with joy, as if waiting impatiently to have a day out. Just the four of them, like a family.

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Korin has a prettily wrapped box containing ichigo daifuku shaped like roses and some pink mochi hearts (all home made, of course) for Ayame. But she’s trying to be discreet for once, and so she’s simply leaving them in Ayame’s locker with a note.

Ayame wasn’t the typical romantic and found the whole Valentines Day traditions of Japan a little extreme, but this was the first Valentines Day she’d had someone to really celebrate with, so she’d made an effort to learn how to make homemade chocolate. She wasn’t as good of a cook as Korin, so she didn’t want to try her hand at real food, but she thought she’d be able to make her girlfriend some pretty good chocolate if she tried hard enough. 

After her fifth time attempt, she came up with a mixture that actually looked like what the truffles in the tutorial showed her and she was so excited to have succeeded she might have went a little over board with the decorations after that. Some were covered in coco powder, some with chocolate, some even had little chocolate flowers for decorations. 

Ayame had been so excited about giving Korin her chocolates in the morning, that she hadn’t been able to sleep and had over slept in the morning, and missed their walk to school together, which she was upset about. She was just trying to think of a good time to present Korin with her chocolates when she opened her locker and found the box waiting for her. She smiled fondly at the gift and held it close to her chest, thanking the powers that be for such a sweet girlfriend. 

At the soonest opportunity Ayame made her way over to the fence that she and Korin often met at during their lunch breaks to talk and wasn’t disappointed to see Korin coming to meet her.  They were keeping their relationship a secret for the time being, so instead of greeting her with a loud, enthusiastic “HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!” Ayame just smiled widely and passed the box she had for Korin through the little hole in the fence they’d found.

“Thank you so much for my gift. This isn’t as...healthy, but I hope you enjoy them!”

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「Ryo Kurokawa」

Name: 黒川 竜 「 Kurokawa Ryo 」

Age: 18

Birthday: August 12th

Zodiac: Leo

Race: Human/Vibora

Ethnicity: Half Japanese, half Russian

Height: 169 cm

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Black

Appearance: Ryo’s style works on “practical before beautiful”. And comfortable. Other than the occasional dress up where she might put on something nicer, her wardrobe is filled with loose clothes and hoodies, together with tops with flowy silhouettes and long sleeves. She likes collecting jewelery, namely earrings and chokers.

Jeans, usually worn down by the time together with the almost accidental skirt that somehow made it to her wardrobe. She has the bad habit of pairing either sneakers or boots with all her outfits, no matter the season. Ryo usually keeps her hair down, sometimes in a loose ponytail or bun when she is working on something. Even though it is quite impractical to take proper care of, it’s her favourite feature.

Occupation: 2nd Year Student

Hobbies: Stargazing, swordsmanship, piano, sports

Favourite food: Ichigo daifuku (strawberry mochi)

Relatives: An older stepbrother and his friends. Her father’s actual situation is unknown. Her grandmother on her mother’s side, who she has lost contact with a long time ago.

Strenghts: Kind, honest, loyal, very courageous

Flaws: Bold, hot-headed, stubborn, socially awkward

Personality: Ryo is, most of the time, a hard to approach person. Solitary by nature, if she can avoid being surrounded by people she will, since she finds social situations to be exhausting and useless. If she doesn’t find anything interesting in the person she is talking too, she won’t continue the conversation. That is the reason she comes out as very cold and self-centered to new people, not that she cares about it.

She has very a hard time expressing her emotions and people usually comment how she is an ice queen, but it doesn’t stop her from being (brutally) honest about her ideas. If she dislikes something, she will say it. If she dislikes someone, that person definitely knows she does. She won’t, ever, speak behind someone’s back and will rather confront them about their attitude.

She loses her temper too easily and tends to either act sarcastic or aggressive, depending on the person. Gets really awkward with displays of affections more often than she would like to admit, to the point she doesn’t know how to respond. It’s mostly friends who are trying to slowly but surely break her ice shield.

Passing her serious and cold surface, she turns very different when she trusts someone. Tends to joke around and show a softer side of her which lies hidden most of the time. Deep in her heart, she wishes she could show this side to someone apart from her brother, which is the only people she trusts enough to be comfortable around. And, of course, a certain special other.

Backstory: She does not talk about her past to anyone, unless they reach a deep level of friendship. Therefore, little is known from the younger years of her childhood, apart from them being rather normal. She may have mentioned having been raised by her mother as her only parent, living in a small Japanese temple together with her grandparents. From then on, her mind has tried to lock the rest of the memories, even if they sometimes come to haunt her in her dreams. The only part of her story she is willing to share is the one that involves her stepbrother, who she admires as her savior and who raised her after her mother died in some atrocious incident. She formed a new family after that, being taken care of by her brother and his closest friends. She would do anything to protect her loved ones, no matter how risky or dangerous it is.

Voice actress: Haruka Tomatsu (Kyoko Hori, Zero Two)