#jikanyahana

[black-watchs-cowboy]

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“Tomura we talked about this. Not in the house!”

[rivalgreen]

@jikanyahana​ has like/replied here for a starter (for Aoi).

Blue raised an eyebrow at the other, questioning the other with a hint of calmness and a bit of snarkiness. "Is there something I can help you with?" Please excuse Blue, he's like this most of the time.

[vsagis]

@jikanyahana ♥’d for a small starter

The boy’s eyes jump from his leader to... whatever it is that’s happening right now in front of him. He doesn’t even think twice about his choice of words, blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind. “Do you see this shit, my liege?”

[furiousfates]

@jikanyahana

The five of them had met in U.A. They were all students. Kanta was a transfer student from Korea at the time. They became great friends – and life had suited them all as they all graduated with great marks and got their hero licences. Oboro, Shota and Hizashi created their agency like Oboro had declared one night on the rooftop that they were going to do!

Kanta, however, returned to Korea to follow a different dream. He wished to be an idol. His friends encouraged him, saying that he would be great. It just meant that Oboro and Kanta never had the opportunity to pursue a relationship. It was obvious to everyone that they had feelings for each other and wanted to be with each other but it didn’t happen. They were too preoccupied with school.

It was a shame, and one that Oboro never really recovered from, as anyone else he tried to date never compared to Kanta. When they started to drift apart after he returned to Korea, he almost was grateful. Grateful because it made him not long for ‘what ifs’ like he had before he had moved.

The more that he tried to force himself not to think about Kanta, the easier it got, but once the news shouted his name at him all over again and told him of the hell that the idol had been through, unfortunately it was no longer something he could ignore. He knew that he needed to see Kanta… and it wasn’t just him. It was Shota, Hizashi and Nemuri too. They all had to see him. Given the scandal (for a lack of a better word) that had been blared over the news and printed in the papers. There was so much to unravel and talk about.

Kanta’s father had gone berserk. He had attacked his family. Murdered Kanta’s mother and attempted to murder Kanta. They had never really known that there were issues back home for the idol when they knew him. He barely talked about his parents. Perhaps this was why. If he was abusive then why would he want to talk about them?

So, to find out more, the group had decided that they would save up money from their pro-hero work and the job that Nemuri had on the side teaching at U.A as their Modern Hero Art History teacher. They saved up enough to take the four of them not only to Korea but to one of Kanta’s concerts. Not an easy fete. It was expensive. The travel alone was the longest to save up for – but his concert was almost as expensive being how famous he was and they needed to get to see him, so had to try their best to get four tickets for a meet and greet with him.

They had finally managed to save up as much as they needed to get that.

Oboro had spent much of his time since graduating U.A learning how to speak Korean. He wasn’t fluent, but he knew enough to get around and manage to communicate with those he needed to before, during and after the concert. They were all grateful for the fact that Oboro was a quick learner with languages. They weren’t sure how – but much like a child – he seemed to have an ability to just pick it up.

“It’s gonna take hours to get to the start of the queue!” Oboro groaned as he looked at his friends. They had decided to stay at the back of the queue so not to rouse too much attention. They didn’t want to use any kind of ‘friend’ privilege, and also, they wanted Kanta to have the element of surprise. They didn’t want to startle the Songbird otherwise. “We’ll be here forever.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Nemuri rolled her eyes as she moved her hand and ruffled the long up-standing floofy curls of Oboro’s hair. He pouted and began to fix what she had misplaced, as she looked around. “It’s not too bad and besides. It gives us the chance to think about how we’re gonna play this.” Not that they hadn’t already. Of course they had – they had talked it through over and over and over again. It was just the awkwardness mixed in with nerves that were now causing it to bubble at the surface. They were there now and they had to actually face dealing with seeing Kanta again after all these years.

“Especially if you’re doing all the talking.”

“Don’t remind me.” Oboro responded with a light groan. He knew that the conversation would have to be primarily in Korean. Especially, given where they were and the management/security around Kanta. There was every opportunity that the only one who could speak Japanese there

While he had prepared himself to get decent at Korean, and felt he was (and got plenty of compliments by his tutor) he was still nervous when it came to speaking in Korea. More so, in front of Kanta. He didn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of someone who he still had a hell of a crush on! How embarrassing that would be.

“What if he doesn’t even recognise us?”

“You do know that we can spot your hair in a crowd right?” Nemuri giggled as she covered her mouth. “You stand out as much as Present Mic here.” She nudged her head at Hizashi. Though she blew a kiss at the loud hero to show that she didn’t mean it as an insult. Midnight loved her boyfriend’s sense of style and how it made him stand out. It just so happened that Oboro was no different. The way that he dressed was very – stand out in the middle of a crowd – like. Just as she was normally when she was in her hero outfit. (Sure not as much as when she used to go around without her suit on!)

Nemuri was the one that would be less than likely noticed with the fact that she wasn’t in hero outfit, her hair was tied up and she had more than a single layer of clothes on! No one would be able to tell that she was who she was unless you were used to being around her when she was being a civilian, and most of the time that would have been only the three guys with her now… and only because she was practically dating two of them.

“Hey, look,” The R-Rated Hero nudged Loud Cloud in the ribs with her elbow. He turned at her exasperated at her nonsense before shaking his head and tickling her forehead. “We’re half way there now.” And, there Midnight gave him a grin and he looked around surprised at how fast the line had gone down. Kanta’s manager must have been trying to get albums signed fast and the fans out. Maybe they were running out of time.

[hopesprung]

@jikanyahana​ gets a starter ( for arima ).

          ❝ arima-san, i have the report from tuesday’s ghoul encounter. my squad is still recovering, but they’ll be fine, i’m sure. they’re so tough, you know? anyway, i wanted to give it to you in person so i could ask you about borrowing another book. ❞

[rarestones-aa]

@jikanyahana​ gets a shippy starter ( for wallace ).

❝ wallace, hurry up! something up ahead caught my light . . . i think it may be a crystal! ❞

[greenconnoisseur]

@jikanyahana has liked/replied here for a Cilan icon starter (for Cress).

Cilan exclaimed enthusiastically, “Cress, Cress, Cress!” They seemed excited, “Look at this poster!” They held out a poster of the Subway Bosses’ next event, “Isn’t this fantastic? I have to go to this event and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to this event.”

[furiousfates2]

@jikanyahana

Intensive research of Kurogiri had been more successful than any of the pro-heroes had expected. How it was full achieved is unknown to doctors, and pro-heroes alike, but the help of young Eri’s quirk had worked a miracle. Oboro was back. As back as one could be when their life was snuffed out too early, and then they were the reanimated vessel for a villain. His mind was still young, and fresh, the same boy he was working to fight that villain when he didn’t pay attention to himself and put the civilian children first. The difference now was… newfound survivor’s guilt, regret, guilt for things he barely even remembered doing (in fact that he didn’t have control over doing in the first place) and a strange sensation lurking in the back of his brain. Memories of a villain that he had become. “Hey - are you ready?” Kayama broke the silence. The R-Rated hero retrieved Oboro’s attention. He looked towards his friend, still surprised at how older she was. Not only in looks but maturity. He took in a breath, to hide the fact he was lamenting. Oboro lifted his hand and gave Midnight a thumbs up. “Hell yeah!” But, was he, no. What was he doing? Well. When he had died Oboro hadn’t left behind just his friends. No, he had a boyfriend. Someone who he hadn’t even fully got to experience the relationship of a lifetime with. Their relationship was still new when he passed, but he knew that he had loved him. After all, the pining and crushing for the months before they had finally reached the dating phase had proven that.  

Kanta. Even the sound of his name in his brain, and the sensation of feeling it pass from his lips made him shake. He gripped his fist tighter on his lap and tried to regain his composure. They were heading to his home. Kanta’s home. It had been Hizashi, who was accompanying the two of them, that had told Kanta was still (well, not, still, he had returned before Oboro was recovered) to Japan. He had been near rampant to see him. He didn’t know what had changed – if Kanta had moved on, but at that time, he was just desperate to be reunited with him. His mind had been refreshed, his emotions recovered, he was still in love with Kanta. He just didn’t know if time would have changed his feelings for him. Kayama had told him that although men had come in and out past the doors of Kanta’s house, there hadn’t been anyone that had lasted enough for a relationship.  Kayama pulled up beside the gates, gesturing at Hizashi to do her bidding and get out of the car to ring the buzzer. Oboro chuckled at the antics of his friend, before turning his head and soon found himself stunned at the sight before them. The mansion that Kanta lived in. This was his home? He was astonished because it was huge – this wasn’t what he would have considered a home – but there was a vibe to it that he really did feel shouted Kanta.

Hizashi didn’t mention Kanta. He said that it was just the two of them. Midnight and him.                    ( “Alright, give me a sec to buzz you in.” )

And that was what pulled Oboro out of his stunned expression and feeling of surprise. The sound of Kanta’s voice. After so long. He felt his spine tingle, his head lowered as he stared at his sweaty hands against his lap. It had been so long, even if for him, it felt like it had just been days prior that he had heard Kanta. His memories had come back as if they were the same day that he had died. While he had other memories, and his body had aged considerably, he felt as if it was the same as that day. (Although this wasn’t the same day as he had been recovered, there had been days of tests and recuperation and ensuring that everything was good.)

The gates were opened, and Hizashi back in the car, and Kayama continued with the quick drive up towards the mansion. She stopped the car in the circular turn in front of the mansion and Nemuri and Hizashi left first. He was nervous, it took a minute to snap himself straight and act like normal. He pushed himself out of the car and tucked his hands into the hooded top that he wore – he still didn’t have proper clothes yet, borrowing what he could from his bestie Present Mic here. “Whoa, he lives here?” He whistled as he tried to confine his true feelings down under his personality. “I still believe he has a Sugar Daddy stashed away in there,” a teasing tone came from Midnight, but she was perceptive enough to know that this was a sensitive situation. This was after all a reunion that wouldn’t go easily. A more serious look came over Kayama as she flashed a look towards Hizashi, before making the move to knock on the door to get Kanta to open it for them herself.

[hellflcmes]

@jikanyahana​ liked for a starter for Anko!

Having been a hero for so long and dealing with so many criminals on a daily basis, not many cases tended to stand out to Endeavor. So the ones that do stay with him sometimes surfaced at odd times. When he had noticed someone who he thought he recognized from somewhere, he was about to just continue on his way. However, it only took another second for it to finally click in his head as to why he recognized the young man. Though he could have been mistaken.

Airing on the side of caution, the pro hero approached the young man. “Excuse me, but may I ask you a few questions?”

[joroghoul]

     𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒  𝐀  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.  Her  form  can  be  deemed  ❛  dramatic  ❜  she  only  walked  through  HySy’s  doors  ten  minutes  ago.  Yet  boredom  had  her  grabbed  by  the  throat,  and  it  wasn’t  letting  go  anytime  soon.  All  she  wanted  to  do  was  pick  up  her  mask,  once  more  it  had  gotten  damaged  during  her  latest  run  in  with  the  Doves,  thankfully  Uta  gave  her  a  discount  for  repairs.  But  he  had  yet  to  arrive  to  his  shop,  instead  sat  @jikanyahana​  at  the  front  desk,  Uta’s  significant  other.  

     𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈  𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓  repeatedly  against  the  checkered  floor.  She  can’t  help  but  be  a  bit  frustrated  at  Uta’s  tardiness.  She  turns  her  head  to  face  Haku,  pursing  her  lips  in  order  to  blow  away  her  bangs  from  her  eyes.  ❝  Where  the  fuck  is  ya  man?  The  one  time  I’m  on  time  he’s  doin’  fuck  all.  ❞  

     𝐃𝐈𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔?  If  she  did,  she  sure  as  hell  didn’t  remember  it.  She  racks  her  brain,  trying  to  recall  any  point  where  she  actually  sat  down  and  talked  to  him.  Wait,  she’s  got  it,  the  two  had  a  lovely  conversation  at  Helter  Skelter.  But  the  only  thing  she  could  remember  from  that  night  was  walking  into  the  bar,  greeting  everyone,  then  waking  up  on  a  broken  futon  being  held  up  by  milk  crates  in  a  shipping  container.  Did  she  drink  too  much  that  night?  Who  knew,  usually  when  they  all  get  together  they  get  completely  shit-faced.  

     ❝  What  the  fuck  do  ya  even  like  about  Uta  anyway?  He  don’t  know  how  to  wash  his  hair.  ❞

[the-ghoul-remains]

IT’S BEEN JUST TWO WEEKS AGO THAT HE WAS DETAINED. Taken to Cochlea and placed under strict supervision - as if the preying eyes probing at his privacy could get any worse. Having spent all that time sealed away behind quinque steel made him feel slightly lightheaded. Nightmares of corpses littering blood-soaked soil haunting him, urging him to R E A C H   O U T and dig behind his eyes to uncover the truth.

HE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING ALREADY. What else was there to unravel from the depths of his or Kaneki’s mind? The artificial half-ghoul himself couldn’t answer the question, which the two of them had a lot of time trying to decipher while caged in their cell. Now... Arima had summoned him to his office, only a day after his official discharge and permit to return to work.

NOT WITHOUT A LEASH ON HIS NECK, THAT IS. It was mostly metaphorical, yet for Reaper it felt very much real. Lapped around his throat above the jugular and squeezing tight each time he dared take in a deep breath. Blinking slowly, he raised his eyes at a sharp movement that distracted him from his morbid thoughts.

IT WAS NO OTHER BUT JUUZOU, barging into Arima’s office. Reaper clicked his tongue to himself and headed inside after him, not even bothering to close the door behind his back. He had to do it for the both of them, pushing the door without tearing his gaze away from the faces who turned their attention to the two of them. Once he’s heard the faint “ C L I C K “ from the metal closing the door in place, he gave a brief scan to the two.

“By the time I’d noticed him he was already one foot inside, Arima-san.” Reaper apologized without apologizing, avoiding all eye-contact with Mado. If he was still bitter or H U R T by their last interaction, it didn’t show. His expression was devoid of any feeling, gray eyes glazed over and hollow like the gaping hole he felt in his chest.

[black-watchs-cowboy]

@jikanyahana​ Tomura: I refuse.

“I’m afraid this isn’t much of a choice.”

[screamformemore]

@jikanyahana ​ - Izaya Orihara

"You aren't the sort I usually like," he hums. He observed his latest prey coming to with a look of withering apathy. Izaya had been a fighter. Even as ether smothered his mouth, he found a way to do what none other had. Hurt him. He had the stitches in his side to prove it. It angered him to be marred to an incredible degree, but also, he couldn't help but be a little...excited? This was going to be different. He could tell. This was going to be good. He was ready for recompense.

Ji-Woon came to a stand. The metal of his jewelry and pants straps jingled lightly. Slowly did the serpent encircle the surgical slab in which poor Izaya found himself on. Observing him. Watching him. He allowed him to keep his long sleeve shirt and pants for now. All else had been discarded. All knives seized. Finally he came back to where he began, his head encircled by the overhanging light like a halo. He smiled. "But you have such a beautiful face."

[vsagis]

@jikanyahana for Anko!

"Okay, I love it for you how your popular culture froze up whenever it was you stopped consuming it, but I absolutely do not love it for me.” There’s only so many times he can mourn a great movie or game reference being completely lost on the other. “Cancel your plans, fishboy, I’m about to give you a run-down of everything you need to know, whether you like it or not.”

[furiousfates]

As a friend Rennie and I play with has dubbed this - HEX: DYNAMIC DUO.

[traumamademoved]

@jikanyahana​ sent ❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ [ Flirty Carlos because why not ]

Heh. Bold, isn’t he? That’s alright, Leon likes it. Doesn’t mean he can’t be a brat about it, though, because that’s just who he is. “Maybe.” Leon shrugs his shoulders, casual, as if he doesn’t really care. He’s just teasing, though. “I’m not sure you can handle me, though, Carlos.”