#kitakata sensei

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commissioning @vos-videmus was a life changing experience. forcing you all to look at this immediately (please don't repost or crop out the watermarks. thanks 👍)

[rooftopdaigos]

I'll be teaching chinese at a public school starting in september. Entering my kitakata sensei era/j

[passthroughtime]

its time for my LJ memes, two from the ancient times of twitter and one exclusive one. all for the future generations of kuwana appreciators

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sorry for being obvious. may i request kitakata sensei

Cat ears are mandatory :P

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

Oh god so. I made this back in August after reading a bunch of shit wattpad fics with a friend, so some stuff (e.g: hissed) are added in here for irony.

Unfortunately, this is canon to Asahi's lore :[

I apologise in advance

(may cross post this on AO3 soon)

Trigger warnings (cause I'm not gonna be an asshole): Blood, blades, unconsciousness, bruising, (implied) body horror

(tell me if I missed anythin)

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"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Soma hissed, before punching Asahi square in the face.

Asahi staggered backwards. His hands behind his back. Tied. With a dense, vermillion rope. A tepid trail of blood ran out of his nose.

Soma stepped closer, brandishing his dagger.

"You know..." He mentioned, "This all could've been avoided if you had followed orders."

"So what?!" Asahi shouted. "So you could just kill me off the second I wasn't of use?!"

"That's just protocol." Soma replied, deadpan.

"I-I know some stuff about Kitakata!" Asahi blurted. "I've even been able to meet Yagami and his little friends! They have information that we don't!"

Soma's eyes slightly widened, but then swiftly return to his neutral, bland gaze.

"I see." He muttered.

Asahi stared at him. Bags under his eyes. The scratches on his face pierced the skin. The drying blood that surrounds the hollow socket that once held his left eye. Asahi's scraggy hair setted on top of his determined face.

Soma looked deep into his eye. It may have been half open, but the harsh bruise didn't damper the hope that gleamed from it.

"You're not lying. As should be expected." Soma asserted.

"In what fucking worl-" Asahi snarked before his body interrupted.

He coughed up a pile of warm, mucus-churned blood onto the cold, unwelcoming tiles he stood on. His breathing grew heavier as his stance became more unstable.

Asahi tilted his head back up. The dark liquid dripped from his lips.

"-What fucking world... would someone lie to a sadistic psycho?!" He carried on. "Any wellll-seasoned criminal worth his Yen knows that..."

"Hmm... I guess I might not kill you after all."

"...Haw?"

"You're obviously not going to give up the information needed so quickly... especially if you know something."

"Finally... someone that gets this game as much as I do."

"I say we propose a binding deal." Soma said with a smirk.

Asahi collapsed onto the floor. His breathing shallowed. The back of his head hit the tiles. Hard. A small vibration reverberated around his skull. In response, Asahi squinted his eye in pain

"Tell me... cough cough... before I'm out cold..." Asahi spat out.

"Fine." Soma coldly said. "You shall continue helping us track down Kitakata-sensei with what you know from him and Yagami-san."

"Am I getting something out of this?"

"...What do you want?"

"I need you to promise that you won't kill me. I don't care if it's against protocol, spare me."

"I... guess you could be an exception."

"I can see it in yer eyes. Don't bullshit me on this, Soma!"

"Well, what are you going to do if I don't follow this agreement? Kill me?"

"...I'll take down RK alongside my death."

"Oh?"

"It's all set up already. I won't go into specifics but if I die then all the power you have will be gone."

"...Alright then. I'll agree to this stupid deal."

Soma turned around and started to head off. He froze. Soma looked back at Asahi and returned to his side. He crouched next to him and smiled.

"What ya want?" Asahi muttered, angrily.

"Hmm~" Soma hummed happily.

Soma grabbed Asahi by the throat. A thin, short wheeze escaped from his mouth.

"If you set that off whilst still breathing... then death won't be the worst thing to happen to you..." He harshly whispered into Asahi's ear.

"Cliché bastard." Asahi husked.

Soma let go of Asahi's neck. This time, when his head hit the floor, there was no gap. No slight moment for a wistful gaze. Nothing for a slow eye close.

Everything. Immediately. Went dark.

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Edit: Here's the song that inspired it btw lol

[four-white-trees]

Sunday Six

It's the time of the week!

I've been working away and several RGG projects this week, and the one I'm most excited to show off is a lengthier fic that explores Kuwana's life as a high school teacher. This was originally meant to be a small vignette in a fic that explored all of Kuwana's transformation, but then the high school teacher took the fuck over. I'm very proud of it, however, and especially the bit I'm sharing today.

Tagging the collective @overdevelopedglasses @carbonatedcalcium @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @mike----wazowski @skysquid22

The lecture that day was over haiku, which Kitakata usually enjoyed, especially with third-years. By then, students had grown up with haiku all their lives, so he was able to pull a deeper discussion of meaning, construction, and language. He’d start with one that always got laughs from the class: 

Over-ripe sushi,

The Master

Is full of regret.

- Yosa Buson

“What strikes you about this?” he asked, raking his gaze over the class. His eyes lingered on Kusumoto’s empty desk. 

“Someone needs to learn how to make sushi,” Kawai said, drawing a laugh from Suzuki and Akaike. 

“But he’s a Master,” Sawa pointed out. “He knows how to make sushi. I think there’s something very sad about someone who knows better but still makes such a basic mistake as preparing old sushi.” She locked her eyes with Kitakata then, a flare of indignation in her eyes. Kitakata plastered on a smile. 

“Quite good, Sawa-chan,” he said. “Although perhaps sadness is not the emotion to take from this. Rather, think of it as a warning to remain humble in your craft. You can always make a mistake, no matter how good you are.” 

The look in Sawa’s eyes seemed to intensify, and then she dropped them to her notebook as she scratched out some notes. 

He moved on to a famous poem that everyone in the room was guaranteed to know. 

An old silent pond...

A frog jumps into the pond,

splash! Silence again.

- Matsuo Bashō

“This one is about serene nature,” Suzuki offered. “I like it. It seems like such a peaceful scene.” 

“That it is,” Kitakata said with a nod. “Notice how Bashō is able to paint a dynamic picture in so few words. The energy moves from stillness, to movement, and back to stillness, like the cycles of life itself.” 

“Seems too boring to be real life,” Kawai suggested. “Maybe back in the samurai times this made sense, but today? We have cars, man.” 

“So you’re saying this haiku lacks a sense of timelessness?” Kitakata pressed. 

Kawai shrugged, but Akaike took up the conversation. “Yeah, I think it does. The modern world is just too different. I don’t even know the last time I saw a frog was.” 

“Perhaps this can serve us modern people as a reminder to slow down, then,” Kitakata suggested. 

“No way,” Kawai said. “You slow down, you fall behind.” 

“Interesting perspective, Kawai-kun,” Kitakata said. He turned to Sawa. “What do you think, Sawa-chan?” 

Sawa fiddled with her pencil, looking thoughtful. “I think there’s an overwhelming sense to the silence of the pond. Even though the frog disrupts the silence temporarily, it returns, and it’s like the frog had never even jumped at all.” 

Kitakata let a silence hang after Sawa’s words, surprised by her perspective. The silence was disrupted, however, by Kawai and Suzuki’s laughter. “You’re such a downer, Sawa-chan,” Kawai said, earning him a glare from his classmate. 

Shaking himself from the reverie, Kitakata moved on before Kawai and Sawa started arguing. 

My life, -

How much more of it remains?

The night is brief.

- Masaoka Shiki

As Kitakata recited it, he caught Akaike and Kawai exchanging an incredulous look. “Now, I think this one resonates with me a little more than you,” Kitakata said. “You are all at the beginning of your lives, and you don’t get a sense of mortality until you’re an old man like me.” 

Suzuki giggled. “You’re not old, sensei,” she said. 

“See? That’s the correct response, very good, Suzuki-chan,” Kitakata said, and Suzuki giggled more. “Still, it is good to keep your own mortality in mind, even at your age,” he went on. “You aren’t invincible, as much as it may feel that way. Now, I’m not saying any of you are going to die young.” He paused and swept his gaze over the classroom again. Kawai rolled his eyes. “But you never know.” He smirked, and Akaike chuckled. 

He lectured on a few more haiku, but the end of class came quickly. He dismissed the class, hoping to make a quick exit, when Sawa stood up. He recalled, then, that she had asked to talk to him the day before, and he had completely forgotten about it. But before he could address her, Kawai jumped up.

“Sensei,” he said, drawing Kitakata’s attention. He closed the distance between his desk and the podium in two long strides. Lowering his voice, he asked, “My grade’s pretty bad, huh? Think there’s a way I can make up some of those missed assignments?” 

Kitakata sighed. “Kawai-kun, you know I don’t give out extra credit,” he responded. “That’s more work for me.” 

Kawai smiled, embodying all the cocky self-assurance a seventeen-year-old could. “Yeah, but I’m your favorite student, right?” he said with laughter in his voice. 

Behind him, Kitakata noticed Sawa’s shoulder sag. She gathered her backpack and left the room. He should have called to her to stay, as he had no intention of entertaining Kawai’s nonsense, but he was also eager to get home and relax. Perhaps whatever issue she had had already been sorted out. 

“The best way to salvage yourself here is to stay on top of everything for the rest of the term,” Kitakata said firmly. “Then, Heaven help you, you may have a chance.” 

If Kawai was disappointed by this response, he didn’t show it at all. “You got it, sensei,” he said. He grabbed his notebook, which Kitakata had noticed he hadn’t written in all class, and joined his usual crew out in the hall. 

“Idiot kid,” Kitakata muttered under his breath. He gathered his notes together and picked up the textbook he had been teaching from. As he placed his bookmark back in it, his eyes fell over another haiku. Perhaps it was the end-of-the-day fatigue, but the words caused a prickle of goosebumps to kiss his neck. 

I kill an ant

and realize my three children

have been watching.

- Kato Shuson

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yagami/kuwana/kitakata artdump

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sensei's deep in thought in the staffroom

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speedpaint below the cut

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workplace romance, or something

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quick sensei!au kuwagami as a gift to myself ❤

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kitakata sensei au stuff [from sept/2023]

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more kitakata sensei au sketches. i just know amasawa and itokura are fed up [from aug/2023]