#izuvi

[magioftheseas]

i just had a thought, what do you think will the girls' response be if kaede asked them to "let's take our clothes off"? i am eternally bitter i cannot date girls in drv3 as a girl

So I didn’t know this because I assumed like a reasonable person that Saihara was asking this in a place where it’d be reasonable to strip but no, he just…asks it like right in the middle of the fucking gym of all places EVEN THOUGH THERE IS A RESORT POOL, so it really isn’t a surprise that so many people react badly to being asked this. (Even Ouma tells him to go get his ass kicked by Tenko. Angie’s the only one openly all for it.)

…So in this situation Kaede is actually asking this question when they’re at the resort pool and I can’t believe I have to make this kind of inanely practical change.

Here’s the mock script of sorts:

Maki: Do you want to die?

Maki: …

Maki: Oh, you meant so that we could swim, didn’t you? Geez… I guess that wouldn’t be too bad… Only because we might as well since we’re here…

Kaede: (She’s acting all huffy, but… She is looking at the pool as she does…)

–

Miu: Ohhhh? So you finally wanna see what a REAL pair of tits looks like?!

Miu: BRING IT ON!!!

Miu: …

Miu: Ahhhhh! Quit staaaaaaaariiiiiiiiing!!!

Kaede: (Iruma-san…)

–

Himiko: Nyehhh… I don’t wanna swim though… How troublesome…

Himiko: …

Himiko: But…come to think of it…lounging around…with a parasol…might not be as troublesome… *

Kaede: (…Does she want me to pamper her or something?)

–

Tsumugi: Goodness, Akamatsu-san, you really do come across strong sometimes.

Tsumugi: …

Tsumugi: …Ohhh, because of the pool!! Did you want to try out one of my amazing bathing suit cosplays, Akamatsu-san?! Well in that case!!!

Tsumugi: As long as it’s cosplay, even a bikini is fine! Now, Akamatsu-san, LaLa cosplay is a MUST for someone like you…!**

Kaede: (Someone like me…? Because of music…? Also why did I feel like I unleashed Armageddon?!)

–

Kirumi: Are you suggesting that so that we can enjoy the pool together?

Kirumi: …

Kirumi: I apologize Akamatsu-san, I must decline. A maid’s work is never finished and I must always be prepared. But thank you for asking.

Kaede: (Toujou-san…do you ever relax…?)***

–

Tenko: U-Uwaaaaah, A-Akamatsu-san asking me that is… Is…!!!!

Tenko: …

Tenko: T-Tenko…really is sad…she can’t swim…

Kaede: There might be flotation devices in the warehouse.****

Tenko: HOO HAH!

Kaede: (And there’s Chabashira-san’s more characteristic vital spirit!!)

–

Angie: Then, let us begin! Nyahaha!

Angie: Do not worry, Kaede!

Angie: Angie has a lot of experience!

Kaede: (E-Experience?!)*****

–

*That’s a reference to the Chapter 2 event because why not.

**Yes, that’s an Ouran reference within a reference. Bite me.

***The answer is no because Kirumi dislikes leisure. Despair!

****I know there isn’t supposed to be any further verbal input, but consider bite me.

*****This is the only event that pretty much stays the same.

[serahne]

this probably sounds vague but tenko and mikan in a fantasy/medieval/rpg au?

It’s alright, it’s a nice setting !

Mikan Tsumiki is the quiet second daughter of a noble but ultimately powerless and money-less family. Her family lives in the country, in a castle, but she was send to Royal Court to continue her studies ( she aspires to be a healer ) and find her place in society.

Tenko Chabashira isn’t a noble but is the adopted daughter of the Sword Master. She has always been hot-heated and his guardian accepted to teach her how to fight.

The first time they meet, Mikan is being harassed by a noble man, and Tenko doesn’t even realize what’s happening before she knocks him out.

Knowing what will happen if she gets caught after hurting someone with a rank as high as the guy lying on the floor, Mikan helps her to escape the castle, making her promise to lay low for a while, until the whole story is behind them.

Tenko agrees and disappears for a while. Mikan thinks about her a lot and sometimes wonders if she will ever see her again.

( They actually do, years later, when Mikan officially became a healer, and Tenko gets seriously hurt in one of her fight and Mikan almost performs a miracle when she saves her, winning other people’s admiration and Tenko’s heart. )

Send me an AU and I’ll give you 5+ headcanons

[shsluckymushroom]

Kamukoma with merman komaeda?

Komaeda was always, always too curious for his own good.

He was the type to get his light green tail stuck and trapped, or the type to linger too close to human ships and end up getting litter tossed on his head haplessly. Yet Komaeda kept looking, kept searching, kept watching, because humans were simply such curious things.

It feels that they do so much more then we do.

His tail was ripped in several places near the bottom of the fins, holes in it from his skin splitting, from getting caught in fishing nets and hooks. Most of the other mermaids and mermen stayed away from him, thinking him strange.

Maybe I’m strange. But humans are stranger.

They really were. And so Komaeda kept watching. One night, there was a human ship that seemed to be throwing a party of sorts. Bright colours like Komaeda’s curious eyes had never seen rained down from the sky, leaving smoke in their wake. Magic…

But something went wrong - one of the colourful bursts was aimed wrong - and before Komaeda knew it, the beautiful ship was completely red and hot, something Komaeda had never seen before.

It seemed dangerous, though, as the humans were scrambling to another ship, yelling at each other and shoving them on in their haste to get off. Komaeda ducked down to swim closer, keeping his face mostly under the water except for his eyes, fins by his ears.Curious. So curious.

He yelped, out of instinct, when suddenly there was a splash next to him. A human, maybe…?

He glanced up from the darkness of the undership, and saw two men talking in a language he couldn’t understand. Komaeda frowned, but glanced at what had made the splash.

Ah. It wasn’t a human. It was just a bag. Huffing, Komaeda opened it with webbed fingers, then gasped.

A boy had been inside, and he pulled the bag off of him hastily, letting it soak in seawater. Komaeda gasped softly, tongue clicking.

A really pretty boy.

His hair was like tendrils in the water, spreading out against pale skin and a dark suit. His lips were slightly parted, and Komaeda could see bubbles flowing from in between them.

Oh. He’s drowning.

Those two men must have intended this. Komaeda frowned, and immediately dived under the waves, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him upwards. Thankfully, he wasn’t that heavy. Thankfully.

They broke the surface, Komaeda pressing his ear against his chest. No noise…

Whining, he smacked the other’s cheek, unsure of what to do. The smaller boat that had carried off the humans was gone, and he couldn’t trust the two men above him. What was he supposed to do?How do you stop a human from drowning!?

He smacked the other’s chest a few times, and after a few, suddenly, seawater was sprayed all over his face as the boy coughed.

If he’s coughing, he’s breathing, right?The boy’s eyes fluttered, briefly, and Komaeda caught a slash of crimson - but then they were shut again and his head lolled. He didn’t open his eyes again, but when he checked his chest, it was moving and a banging he recognized as a heartbeat was sounding in his ear, to his relief.

What...do I do...?

He clearly couldn’t leave him here. Frowning, but determined, he grabbed the other by the shoulder, starting to swim towards land and letting him rest on his back. It was difficult...but eventually he made it to the mouth of a cave, pulling the boy to the rocky shore.

Should I stay...? Ahh, I can’t help but be excited...I want...to talk to a human...just once...

He might get lucky, after all, and the human would just think he’d been a fever dream. So he sat on a rock, letting his damaged tail flick up and in the water, making soft splashes.

It wasn’t until the sun started to rise that the boy stirred.

Komaeda jolted as the boy groaned softly, jumping into the water closer to the shore, peering his head above the orange waves as the other sat up, examining his drenched clothes. He really was proper - he looked over himself, with a stern frown on his face.

Beautiful..ahh...

Komaeda couldn’t help a soft noise from escaping his lips, and the boy jumped, looking over at him with cautious crimson eyes. Komaeda had been excited, but faced with the other, he swallowed, and almost ducked his head.

“...You are...?” 

The boy was speaking a language he knew part of - dictionaries often fell into the sea, and Komaeda tried to preserve and read many of them. Clearly, the other boy knew nothing of merfolk. He splashed his tail, and the other’s eyes went slightly wide.

“...Saved...” Komaeda said, in a voice that sounded too much like a song to sound entirely human, “...saved you.”

“...You saved me?” The boy’s eyebrows rose, and Komaeda nodded.

“...Nagito found you. In a bag. Bubbles coming from your mouth. So...Nagito saved you. Sorry.”

“Nagito?” The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, “...ah...that is...your name...?”

“...Nagito...Komaeda Nagito.”

“...Nagito, then.” The boy stood, somewhat shakily. “...I am Kamukura Izuru. A prince of this kingdom. Do you know what a prince is?”

Komaeda didn’t know, as it happened, but he wanted to at least guess for the boy. Judging from his appearance. “...Someone...pretty...? Izuru is pretty. So...”

Kamukura blinked once. Twice.“...Never mind. So. You are truly...” He gestured at him, “...a mermaid?”

“...Uh huh.” He shook his head. “...Not...s’possed to talk to humans. But. Nagito really likes humans. They’re interesting...Nagito might get in trouble, but it doesn’t...matter...”

“...How can you speak this language?” Kamukura asked carefully, sitting back down and looking down at him with fascination. Komaeda hummed softly.

“Books fall in the sea. Nagito reads the ones that aren’t broken. Interesting.”

Kamukura’s eyes were still wide, and he eyed his tail, splashing in the water eagerly.

“...You are the one who is interesting.” The boy hesitated. “Can you come closer, Komaeda Nagito?”Komaeda wanted to comply, but he remembered horror stories - and even remembered his own feeling of being pierced by hooks, and shuddered, shaking his head.

“...You assume I will hurt you? How rude. I owe you my life. I am not so dishonourable as to harm my rescuer...” He shook his head. “I will not hurt you, so please. I would like to see more of you.”Komaeda hesitated, but the other’s eyes looked sincere. Whimpering softly, he complied, pulling himself up onto the rocky shore next to the other, the tip of his tail splashing in the water anxiously. His fins stretched out from above his ears, and the other tried to touch them - Komaeda whined softly when he did, and he immediately pulled back.

“Ah. Sensitive.” He fell silent, “I apologize, Komaeda Nagito.”

Komaeda shook his head. He didn’t want to disappoint the first human that didn’t try to trap or kill him. He whined, leaning in again. If he wanted to touch them...it was fine...

“...Fins, then, Interesting.” Kamukura was more careful touching them again, studying him like a scientist. “Can you breathe, up here?”

“...Nagito has to touch the water. Or Nagito will die.”Kamukura’s eyes swept down to his tail, dotted with holes, and he hummed contemplatively.

“...These holes and wounds...what are they from...?”Komaeda gave a sheepish smile.

“Nagito is careless and stupid. Nagito gets caught in human traps and on hooks. Humans try to catch Nagito...because Nagito is stupid and gets too close...haha...”

Kamukura looked over the wounds again.

“...They must be quite painful. I apologize.”

Komaeda didn’t understand that. It was mostly his own fault, for getting so close to humans. But the other’s gaze looked sincere yet again, so he shrugged.

“...I admit, I never thought creatures such as you existed. It is a shame you must hide yourself.” Kamukura again looked over him. “Hmph.”

“...Sorry...” Komaeda murmured, if only because he thought he should.

“Do not apologize.” He shook his head. “...I should thank you for saving my life. Is there anything you want, Komaeda Nagito? I am a prince, so I may give you any human trinket you desire.”

He tilted his head, tugging on the other’s hair briefly with his webbed fingers. What he was about to ask...was probably out of line, but...

“Nagito wants to see...Izuru again...” He murmured, pond coloured eyes flitting up. “Please come again? Izuru seems...nice...and...um...um...honest...and pretty...” He blinked. “...Nagito wants...to learn more..about humans...so...”

Kamukura hadn’t expected that - he blinked in surprise, then his gaze grew soft. He nodded after a moment.

“I suppose that is a reasonable desire. Very well. I would like to see you again, Nagito. To learn more about your kind...so I suppose that is fair.” He frowned. “...Why, though, are you tugging on my hair? You already have my attention.”

“...Um...seaweed...”“Seaweed...?”“...Izuru’s hair...is long...like seaweed...ehehe...”Kamukura blinked, and scowled just slightly. “...I must admit, that is a first. You’re quite a rude little mermaid, aren’t you?”Komaeda stuck out his tongue and Kamukura sighed.“Childish, as well -”He halted, as another human voice could be heard. Komaeda yelped on instinct, going to jump into the water, before Kamukura grabbed his wrist, stopping him. For half a heartbeat, he regretted every decision of that night, but then Kamukura whispered in his ear from behind.

“Return here. Tomorrow at sunfall.”Sunfall...he knew what that meant. When the sun went down and the sea went orange, again. He nodded, slowly, and the other let go of his wrist. He dived under the waves as the other turned, his heart pounding as he swam down and deep, twirling and spinning.

A human actually spoke to me and agreed to see me again...ahh...it’s really amazing...!

How lucky could he be, really.

[kamvkoma]

8 and/or 14 for kamukoma please :>

i’m sorry this took me so long to do!!! i haven’t written anything in a while and it was a little harder to get back in the saddle than i thought, even tho it’s super short lol.

8. “Because I care about you!”

14. “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine”

post-sdr2 au where komaeda wakes up after the simulation but izuru is there instead of hinata? was it izuru the whole time in the simulation too?? who knows don’t read too much into it lmao

(also I took liberties with the quotes)

“You shouldn’t be here.”

He doesn’t know how Komaeda hears him approach. Perhaps the tell was a shadow cast over the bed. Komaeda sits on it, facing the wall. He’s holding his left arm up, staring at the vacant space where a hand once was, as though it might materialize once more if he looked hard enough.

Kamukura says nothing in response to his cold words, only lingering in the doorway silently.

“Didn’t you hear me, Kamukura-kun?” Komaeda’s back is still to him as he speaks, staring at the chipped paint of the hospital room wall. “I admire your hope, but you shouldn’t waste it on me.” His voice is devoid of the excitement and passion with which he normally speaks of hope.

“What would you have me do?” There’s barely a lilt in Kamukura’s tone that suggests he asked a question.

“Don’t bother with someone like me,” is Komaeda’s reply.

Kamukura waits for him to say more, but he falls silent. He can never tell exactly what is going on in Komaeda’s head, which is strange for someone like him.

His eyes fall again to Komaeda’s arm.

“I’m going to make you a new hand.”

“Don’t.”

Komaeda’s voice takes on a harsh, authoritative tone that Kamukura has hardly ever heard from him.  He ignores it, entering the room, noiselessly stepping closer to the bed.

“I want to.”

“Why?” Finally Komaeda whips to face him, and Kamukura is a bit startled to see his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “I don’t understand, Kamukura-kun. Why would you want to do that? Why would you want to help me at all, or spend time with me?”

“Because I care about you.”

Komaeda flinches, almost imperceptibly. He looks away and Kamukura can see the cogs turning in his head, his brow furrowed in surprise and frustration, as though that response is the last possible thing he could’ve expected. Perhaps it was--Kamukura was never good at expressing his feelings. “I--I don’t deserve that.”

“I think you do.” Kamukura sits on the bed next to him, but Komaeda avoids looking at him. “I don’t blame you for what you did in the simulation. I don’t care about what you did in Despair. We all just want to move on now, and focus on the future.”

Gently, he lays his hand over Komaeda’s arm, touching the wrist and the scarred stump where a hand would be. That finally gets Komaeda to look at him again, with a start. His eyes, still shimmering, go wide with surprise.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Kamukura tells him, and he’s not in the habit of making promises about an uncertain future.

But looking at the hesitant, hopeful expression that makes its way onto Komaeda’s face, he decides to make sure this promise will be kept.

[hatsvmei]

1,3,5,6,7,8,19,22 for that organic salt

ty jen! i’ll be doing bnha if nobody asks specifics fandoms

1.What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

pfft, a lot but bak///ud//eku? I can get being interested in their relationship and wanting them to make up and be friends and all that jazz but seeing them romantically is something I unironically can’t understand

also why is tos//hin//ko so widely liked and accepted, all the stuff I see is super OOC and they have only talked like once

3.Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

yeah, life too short to follow ppl who are wrong

5.Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

I was ok with tsu//cha/ko until I met some very entitled fans, I still find them cute but y’know

6.Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

i think it’s impossible to me to like a pairing if I ever hated it, but when I was reading the manga I didn’t like much izuocha but I met some really kind ppl who liked it and now i find it v cute

7.Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

uuuuu i don’t know, from the canon not really and from the fandom…. let’s say i was ok w the concept of the ~baku/squad~ but the fandom made it so cringey and treats it as if its canon now I can’t even stand the name

8.Have you received anon hate? What about?

no, never

19.What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

now that bnha is getting sooo popular the fandom is getting too SJW with the consequent bakugou hate increasing and uuugh. Also mineta jokes bore me to death, like don’t get me wrong i hate mineta, but sometimes i see stuff like “rt if you think mineta should be expelled” with 50000 notes  or “I just spend 5 hours editing mineta out of the official art

22.Popular character you hate?

mmm i have no hate for the real popular ones but one with relative popularity which I can’t understand is Shinsou. Like this boy is ugly, boring, has a lame uwu sad backstory and is an asshole but the fandom loves to woobify him; he was the only one of all the characters introduced in the sports tournament that i didn’t care about and yet he’s the most popular, I’m tired

[urfavoritemistake]

izuvi replied to your post “so hinata and nanami have been featured together on official art after...”

there's also the official art with komaeda where they're holding monokuma/monomi fan and hinata's smiling there too

true!! tho that one’s more promotional and doesn’t appear to fit anywhere in the story

[ndrv3winterexchange]

Here’s kaemaki in a festival for @suhana2505 from @izuvi !!

Happy Holidays!  I’m terribly sorry for my giftee and the mods for taking so long, there’s probably mistake I have forgotten to fix I still hope you like it nonetheless ;w;

[komahinasecretexchange]

Artist : @izuvi

For : @komaedakun

Prompt : A simple kiss on the cheek, with the one being kissed blushing/smiling + Sleeping together (except they aren't really asleep) 

Artist's notes: Also added a dash of hc where Hinata's the clingiest when asleep :> Sorry the background looks a bit rough but I hope you still liked it!

Tumblr’s formating reduced the quality of the picture so here is the full picture.

[ladykailolu]

@izuvi I think of it more like the presence of that fanservice scene with Mikan hints to some level of attraction. If you look at what the OVA is in the context of the Danganronpa Universe, it’s essentially Komaeda’s dream he has when he’s in the coma after his “death” in the Neo World Program. And at the end of the OVA, Izuru appears and states that everything that happened within the dream was a reflection of Komaeda’s desires. So, I interpret that as him having some attraction towards Mikan.

As for Chiaki, I take her absence from the OVA as some evidence towards an attraction or liking to her since it may have been too painful to remember her at all. And in SDR2, there was a point in the funhouse where he convinced Kazuichi to go explore with someone else so he could tag around Chiaki for a bit. But honestly, at the end of the day, this is all up to interpretation.

Like I said, if he does have an attraction towards women at all, it’s probably very slight.

[magioftheseas]

I'm not sure if you received my ask first time so sorry if this seems redundant I'm also in no way rushing you ^^ kamukomahina (hinakoma and kamukoma) in twins AU?

Ah, no, it’s fine. Thank you! Hmmmm…

In a childhood friends setting, Komaeda was initially closer with Kamu. Later in life, however, he was closer with Hinata. For a time Komaeda was separated from them and underwent a bit of a personality change for…reasons I’m sure you can figure out. :’D

If just meeting the brothers for the first time in high school, Komaeda is initially dazzled by Kamukura but then immediately turned off by his apathy and disinterest, so Hinata has to play more the mediator for them at first.

…That said, he’s pretty patronizing to Hinata, too, which Hinata complains about until Kamukura starts theorizing on why he is the way he is (making some pretty correct assumptions such as Komaeda’s parents being out of the picture, Komaeda having no friends, Komaeda being bullied, etc), which concerns Hinata too much from that point to just leave Komaeda be.

That said, Kamukura still plays mediator when Hinata and Komaeda start bickering like children. But because Komaeda literally does not care, he’s completely non-threatened by Kamukura unlike anyone else.

Weirdly enough, both Hinata and Komaeda grow more comfortable with him as a result of this. Komaeda does not pick up on it because he’s really fucking dense. Both brothers suffer when they realize they both really kinda like him and Komaeda just…has no idea. He has no fucking idea. Suddenly his life is a trashy harem anime and he has no idea.

[serahne]

Aah I really loved your last one, this time can I ask for komahina au where komaeda forgets everything that happened in the simulation (basically hinameshi :p)

It’s always very hard for me to think about Servant!Komaeda. He is weirdly consistent with Normal!Komaeda, but he is a lot less easier to read, imo.

One thing that Hinata is very bothered by, is that Servant always call him ‘Kamukura’. One day he just snaps and tells him to respect his choice to go by the name Hinata. Servant tells him that the problem is that Hinata sees that name as an insult, which isn’t the case for Servant. Hinata replies that like it isn’t. Servant just laughs : ‘Ah… maybe a little.’

Hinata suggests him to take The Hand off, by surgery. It’s especially important with Mikan’s fragile mental state. Servant wants to keep it, though. “Why”, Hinata asks. “As a reminder that she is everywhere”, Servant replies, and Hinata doesn’t have the courage to ask more.

They watch the videos of the killing game. It’s always hard for Hinata - some moments are harder. Servant smiles with amusement anytime he sees himself on screen. “Being a Hope’s Peak fanboy seems stupid these days, right ?”, and Hinata almost wants to defend the way he acted during the killing game, but then, it’s stupid isn’t it.

Servant is actually pretty admirative of Hinata’s actions in the Neo World Program, though. Hinata sees him watch the last trial, where he defies Junko Enoshima, quite a lot. He doesn’t know what to think of it.

“I’m not going to turn back into the peron you knew” Servant says one day. Hinata throws him a confused look. “Even if I remember the Island. I’ll still be me. I won’t be the same as I was on the island. I like you, still, but I don’t like you the way I did on the island. I’ve changed, like we all did. No matter how much you try to deny it by calling yourself ‘Hinata’ and wearing contact lenses.”

And Hinata can accept it. Maybe. Still, he wished there was someone else to stumble through their new reality with.

Send me an AU and I’ll give you 5+ headcanons

[hatsvmei]

@izuvi

[yuzuria]

flivione -> izuvi

[hatsvmei]

tagged by @hhokuto (thanks cece!)

rules: write your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people

(no order)

Jirou Kyoka (Boku no Hero Academia)

Cersei Lannister (ASOIAF)

The Will of the Abyss (Pandora Hearts)

Kirigiri Kyouko (dr)

Sonia Nevermind (sdr2)

Amanda O’Neill (LWA)

Takane Tsubomi (mp100)

Souryuu Asuka Langley (evangelion)

Eto (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ren Kougyoku (magi)

i tag @k-amui @izuvi @smilynne @chocolatefilledharmonia @ochamina @todoriko

[danganfanfairies]

sorry if this sounds like a stupid question i just want to clarify, since the exchange is fanfic writersfanart artists, what will happen if the ratio of the applicants for the two aren't equal? what will happen to the excess from either of the two? hope it doesn't sound too confusing ^_^ thank you, i look forward to this event :)

If there isn’t an equal amount of writers/artists in the exchange, either of them may have to take up two or more requests instead of just one, just to ensure everyone involved would get something. It also depends on how many folks are willing to do more than one as well! But we’ll be able to make sure that everyone involved will get what they requested!

[ndrv3winterexchange]

happy holidays @izuvi ! i hope you enjoy this fluffy chabashira/tsumiki story with a dash of ouma!

Private Lesson

  “That’s it, Tsumiki-san! Excellent job! Now, use your legs, and flip me!”

  Tsumiki whimpered, wearily clutching Chabashira’s arm. They stood in the gymnasium of Hope’s Peak Academy on sturdy scarlet mats. They wore matching monochromatic gi provided by Chabashira, and Tsumiki claimed it was the first time anyone had ever given her new clothing as a present, crying for a few minutes as the sputtering Chabashira attempted to quell her. Tsumiki’s first aid kit was opened, prepped with antiseptic ointment and bandages in case any accident occurred. Other students practiced their talented martial arts around them and various grunts from their fellow classmates echoed around them.

  Earlier in the day when Tsumiki tended to Chabashira during a check-up, Chabashira offered to teach Tsumiki the distinctive art of Neo-Aikido when Tsumiki mentioned she had been harassed by a few classmates. Even though Tsumiki attempted to politely decline her offer, Chabashira insisted and dragged Tsumiki to the gymnasium during their study period. After allowing Tsumiki to grab her arm, Chabashira continued urging Tsumiki to lob her to the ground.

  “Come on, Tsumiki-san! Use all the power of your legs and body, and flip me right onto the ground!” Chabashira urged, leaning forward to allow for optimal chucking.

  Tsumiki pursed her lips, a faint sweat shining her brow under the overbearing lights from the gymnasium. She fretted, quickly shaking her head.

  “Please don’t feel like you need to go easy on me. I’m a master of my craft, so toss me with all your might,” Chabashira urged, smiling at the hesitant girl.

  “A-are you sure? If I throw you too hard, I could break your spine,” Tsumiki crooned, and Chabashira flared, excitement beaming in her pale green eyes.

  “Not to worry! I’ve been thrown by degenerate males, and their tosses are like mosquito bites. Unless you have a formidable energy that I don’t know about, I’ll be okay,” Chabashira replied, grinning. “If you can’t toss me, please try lifting me so we can practice the proper form.”

  Tsumiki sniffled, and the warm scent of Chabashira’s lilac perfume wafted around her. She gripped Chabashira’s tightly, feeling the strong muscle hidden underneath her loose gi. In the time they came to knew each other as Hope’s Peak Academy students, Tsumiki recognized the

powerful, yet feminine form of Chabashira as ideal. From her check-ups, Tsumiki was impressed by Chabashira’s commitment to peak physical and performative health, something which Chabashira attempted to help Tsumiki with by showing her various stretches and offering flamboyant hair accessories and florally scented perfumes to maintain her delicate appearance.

Hitching down a breath, Tsumiki clung to Chabashira’s arm and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Tsumiki groaned, trying to tug Chabashira over her shoulder only to heave a sigh, releasing Chabashira. She rested her hands on her gangly knees, heavily panting from her exertion.

  Chabashira immediately rebounded in front of her. She clutched Tsumiki’s clammy hands, leaning forward and proclaiming, “Excellent job, Tsumiki-san! You had wonderful poise and form!”

  “I-I did? But I could barely lift you,” Tsumiki murmured, lowering her head.

  Chabashira waved her hand.. “Not at all! You’ll become much more proficient as we continue practicing.”

  Tsumiki grinned, hesitantly nodding. She watched Chabashira adjust her snow white ribbons, a faint smile on the nurse’s face. Chabashira searched the gymnasium, hoping to find a suitable partner to practice with to show Tsumiki the basis of general aikido. The nearby punching bag was being struck by a smiling Gokuhara as an apprehensive Amami desperately held it in place. Chabashira noticed Amami’s heels digging into the wood, and she briefly feared he would be propelled through the ground. Yonaga was praying in the corner, and Chabashira was tempted to ask her to join their session only for irritation to immediately plague her.

  “Heeey, Chabashira-chan, Tsumiki-chan! What are you guys doing over here?” Ouma asked, springing over to them. He wore a plain shirt and navy blue shorts, the staple athletic attire Hope’s Peak provided.

  “This is a private lesson. Go away,” Chabashira pointedly ordered, crossing her arms and wrinkling her nose.

  Ouma hummed, pulling the loose fabric of Tsumiki’s gi and beamed. “Are you two training together?”

  “We are, but it’s an exclusive training session. Degenerate males should stick to their bicep curls,” Chabashira scoffed, scowling.

  “Niishishi! Chabashira-chan is really feisty today. Is it because she’s having a private romantic moment with Tsumiki-chan?” Ouma offered, and both girls broke into flustered squeals.

  Tsumiki clutched her chin, lips warbling. She frenetically glanced around, and Chabashira proclaimed in a tone much more piercing than usual that she was simply teaching Tsumiki Neo-Aikido, attracting a few lingering looks from other students. Ouma whistled, wrapping his arms behind his head, and he rocked on his heels.

“Well, if that’s so, let me join! I wanna learn your cool moves, too! Hiyah!” Ouma karate-chopped the air above Tsumiki’s head, and Tsumiki yelped, ducking instinctively.

  “My Master and I developed our style in order for degenerate males like you to never learn it. It’s a golden rule I mustn’t break,” Chabashira replied, a victorious smirk spreading into her cheek.

  Ouma immediately swiveled on his heels to Tsumiki, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Tsumiki-chan, you don’t mind if I join in, right? Chabashira-chan is being stingy.”

  “D-don’t try to win over Tsumiki-san with your devious nature! She only wants this private lesson to be between us,” Chabashira remarked, hunching forward and clenching her fists.

  Tsumiki glanced between the teary-eyed Ouma and incensed Chabashira. As Ouma leaned closer to her, sticking out his lower lip like a quivering child preparing to get their way, Tsumiki swallowed. She managed a quant smile, and Chabashira hung her head, knowing she failed.

  “Fine! Ouma-kun, you may join our lesson,” Chabashira said, and Ouma clenched his fists, grinning, “but don’t try to win over Tsumiki-san with false sweetness. After all, degenerate males only cry to get their way.”

  “I think the only one trying to get her way is Chabashira-chan,” Ouma whispered to Tsumiki, who covered her mouth to hide her creeping giggling.

  Chabashira cleared her throat, gaining their attention. She grabbed her hips, asserting herself as the master of their lesson. She decided to begin with Ouma, ordering him to come forward to be used as an example for Tsumiki. Ouma complied, grinning and imitating Chabashira’s stance. Their legs parted, and they glowered at each other with Tsumiki standing a few feet away with adoring eyes.

  “Now, listen, Tsumiki-san, Neo-Aikido allows the usage of all manners of victory. Anything is allowed,” Chabashira replied, and Ouma crept closer. “I frequently use nunchucks to attack first, and then I grapple, but unfortunately, I dropped them-”

  “You mean these nunchucks? The ones I found outside of the girl’s locker room?” Ouma suddenly asked, lifting up his shirt to reveal a pair of nunchucks tugged away in his oversized pockets. “See, I was gonna return them, but when I saw you and Tsumiki-chan having fun, I wanted to join in, and if I had fun, I would give them back as payment. Though, that could be a lie, and I may just keep the nunchucks forever.”

  Chabashira gawked, losing all composure. She flailed, fingers twitching in a feverish desire to obtain her nunchucks. Snapping for Ouma to return them, she seethed when Ouma puffed out one cheek, claiming she had lost them, so it was his right to keep them until he was sufficiently amused. Chabashira clenched her fists, growling to herself as Tsumiki fretted, stepping in to intervene.

  Chabashira roared, lunging at the mischievous trickster. Ouma giggled, waving the nunchucks and suddenly tossing them into the air. Chabashira gasped, reaching up for them when Ouma clutched her extended left arm. Ouma grunted, heaving forward with the shrieking aikido master, and Chabashira was flung over Ouma’s smaller frame. Tsumiki cried out her name, hurrying forward only to yelp when she was propelled to the ground. Gravity slammed down onto Chabashira, but despite the sensation of falling, she landed into something quite soft.

  Tsumiki yelped as Chabashira collided with her. Their legs tangled together, and Tsumiki was pinned underneath the toned girl. Chabashira blanked, lips parting and staring down at the flustered nurse. They remained still, frozen like statues. Their noses nearly touched, and their eyes widened, feeling each other’s cool breath on their faces.

  Ouma snickered, catching the nunchucks like an action hero. Spinning them, he sneered, “Aw, I didn’t know even the burly Chabashira-chan could be cute. I wish I was a Super High School Level Photographer because this would be the perfect once-in-a-lifetime shot!”

  “O-Ouma-san! Y-y-y-you-!” Chabashira blurted, shooting her arms to the sides of Tsumiki’s head and leaning up, but she remained on top of the steaming Tsumiki.

  “Hey, thank me already! Didn’t I get you much closer to your crush whom you’re more than likely crushing?” Ouma jeered, and scarlet flushed across Tsumiki’s face. “Oh, my! I guess Tsumiki-chan wanted to be crushed by her crush this whole time!”

  Chabashira shot to her feet, demanding Ouma stop with his wordplay. Ouma leaned forward, a mischievous grin stretching into his cheeks and offered Chabashira the nunchucks. Chabashira snatched them and pressed them to her bosom. Chabashira pursed her lips, watching Tsumiki sit upright with the same flustered expression and crooked smile Chabashira had come to adore. Chabashira tugged on her gi, offering her polite gratitude for Ouma’s assistance.

  “Aw, don’t sweat it, Chabashira-chan! If you ever need help getting much, much closer, call on me! I’ll make a little white lie so I can get you both together for some close shenanigans,” Ouma jeered, winking. He sprang away to join Amami and Gokuhara at the punching bag, shouting Gokuhara was going to kill Amami as Amami was halfway into the ground and still clinging to the punching bag.

  Chabashira rolled her eyes as Gokuhara promptly stopped hitting the punching bag to tend to the weary, smiling Amami. Turning to Tsumiki, she offered Tsumiki her sweaty palm with returning poise. She clutched Tsumiki’s shaky hand, pulling her to her feet.

  “Um, excuse what happened, Tsumiki-san. It seems I wasn’t prepared for Ouma-san once again,” Chabashira said, pressing her forefingers together.

  “Th-that’s all right. I liked being underneath you,” Tsumiki said, smiling. “W-we should do it much more often.”

  Chabashira blankly stared at Tsumiki, and her world swapped with heat. Her cheeks burned, and her arms shot above her head. She fumbled for words as Tsumiki giggled, and she lowered her arms, blushing profusely. Tsumiki grasped Chabashira’s hands, urging for their lesson to continue. Maintaining her blushing and sweating countenance, Chabashira trailed off with stuttering fragments of sentences. Tsumiki retrieved a cloth from her pocket, patting Chabashira’s forehead. Tsumiki chuckled, stuffing the cloth into her pocket, and Chabashira recovered, muttering her compliance.

  “I think your focal hyperhidrosis has settled, so should we continue our lesson?” Tsumiki asked, elated from her experience with Chabashira.

  Chabashira abruptly nodded, breaking into a wide grin with light pink tinting her cheeks. “C-certainly! N-next time, when we get close, you should lay your head in my lap! I’ll welcome that wholeheartedly!”

  From the corner of the gymnasium, the giggling Yonaga opened an eye and murmured. “Atua thinks that whole situation was very nice.”