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GAKUEN K: WONDERFUL SCHOOL DAYS

CHAPTER 1: START

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: skyflyinginaction

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A peaceful life. That is all she expected.

She didn't want to think like until now.

Fortunately, she received a recommendation from the "Ashinaka Super School" to move.

So she wouldn't make that mistake anymore. She simply disciplines herself so as not to disturb anyone, quietly and discreetly. She would keep quiet so as not to attract attention.

She was sure that she would find a place to stay. She thought she would be accepted.

After that, she would enjoy it. She would have fun. She would have a mediocre and peaceful life that would bore her.

She had already lost once what was precious to her.

"Nya! Shiro, it smells good from here!"

"Huh? Neko? What we're looking for isn't food... huh?"

"Oh! Find the transfer student! Let's do it! Wagahai-chan!"

Her heart leapt at the joyous voice that suddenly echoed from behind.

At the same time as she hurriedly looked back, a beautiful girl appeared.

"Kya!"

"Hey! Neko!"

"It smells delicious!"

The beautiful girl rubbed her face against her chest with a fascinating expression. She was a beautiful girl that couldn't be fooled.

Stunning strange blue and gold eyes on white skin. Long straight light red hair.

A boy with silver-white hair and tender eyes with sunrise color approached her, who was surprised and hardened, and apologized, clasping his hands in front of her face.

"I'm sorry. Stop it, Neko!"

Then that girl with sincere and kind eyes, stood in front of her and smiled at her in a friendly way.

"You're here! No… I searched here and there and finally found it~"

"Um...?"

When she tilted her head, she gave a stern look for a moment, but immediately smiled, "Oh, I'm sorry.", and pointed to her face.

"I haven't introduced myself yet! I'm Kukuri Yukizome, from the same sophomore group as you."

"Yukizome-san."

"Call me Kukuri. My teacher asked me to guide the transfer student to the school. They told me you should be in the school principal's office, but when I went, he said you had already left. I looked for you, but couldn't find you, so I finally got help from Shiro-kun and Wagahai-chan!"

"Eh...? Oh! I'm sorry. Sorry to bother you."

"You don't have to apologize. Oh, yeah. May I ask your name?"

"Ah. Sorry. I'll introduce myself. I'm Konohana Saya."

"Uh, Saya-chan. Yes, I remember. Nice to meet you, Saya-chan!"

"Uh, yeah, nice to meet you..."

She held the outstretched hand enthusiastically.

"He is Isana Shiro-kun. And she..."

"Wagahai, I'm Neko!"

When Kukuri presented her with her hand, the beautiful girl responded happily, staying close to her.

"Shiro-kun and Wagahai-chan are the same second group as us."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yeah, so you don't have to use "-kun" or "-san" for me or for Neko. It tickles. I hope you can feel free to call us "Neko" and "Shiro" and talk to us."

Shiro, a silver-white haired boy, smiled kindly.

"Oh, thank you. Nice to meet you."

In some ways it was a good self-introduction. Feeling happy that she could do that, she looked at Shiro and tilted my head away from him, saying, "Well then let's get started..."

"That... I'm really enjoying it... What?"

Neko was still glued to her.

"Eh? Ah... Stop it, Neko. She's not food."

"Nya, don't you know, Shiro? Gohan smells delicious!"

Shiro scolded Neko, but she held on even more.

(Yeah? Huh? Wait! Now Neko-chan, did you say "Gohan smells delicious"? Isn't that "Gohan smells delicious"?), she thought.

What did that mean?

"Eh? Maybe that 'Gohan' is me?"

"Yeah! Gohan smells like Gohan, I love it! That's why you're Gohan!"

Kukuri and Shiro laughed at Neko's cheerful response.

"Wagahai-chan... Gohan..."

"Ah, Konohana-san. Neko is not good at remembering people's names. She does not do it with bad intentions."

"Huh? Oh, it's fine."

Smell Gohan...? Did it mean she smelled strange?

She sorry about the situation, but she wasn't sure.

"Shiro! I'm hungry, let's go with Gohan! I want to go to the shopping department!"

Eh? Purchasing department?

"This is not good, Wagahai-chan. We have a class from now on."

"Hm..."

Kukuri urged her to walk, Neko kept holding on.

"Then as I guide you to the classroom, first lesson. Don't forget your student ID card. Make sure you take it with you. You will need it to do anything, like walk through the front door, to borrow a book or buy juice, etc."

"Is it okay to use this PDA as a student ID card?"

Kukuri smirked when she took out the PDA with a big school emblem on it.

"Yes, it is. Don't forget it. Even outside of school. Always carry it with you."

"Out of the School?"

"Yes. I go in and out of school, in and out of the school island and I also use transportation. It is also proof of identity."

"School island..."

"Yes! Ashinaka, an integrated education school from kindergarten to university. This island centered around that school is called "Ashinaka Super School". Someday I will show you the city."

"Yes, I see. Thank you."

"But first of all, you have to remember the inside of this school. At the beginning of registration, everyone does it once."

"I get lost and I'm late for class. How many times has this happened to you, Saya-chan?"

Kukuri smiled as if she was joking.

"Uh... I'll have to. I'm not very good at that though."

"Well, it happens to me too, and I think it would be good if you were guided by the PDA at first."

Kukuri hit her on the back when she immediately fell into anxiety.

"It's late, where were they and what were they doing?"

As soon as she entered the classroom, a grumpy voice jumped at her ears. Reflectively, she leaned in and said, "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Right after that, there was a terrible voice that said, "What?"

When she raised her face, the boy in front of her with his beautiful black hair was mysteriously frowning.

"I didn't tell you. Who are you?"

"Well, I am Konohana Saya. I will be in this class from today."

"As of today... By the way, the transfer student that Shiro was talking about is you."

The boy was convinced and then bowed deeply.

"I am Kuroh Yatogami. As a classmate, thank for you continued support."

(Wow. It's very difficult... no. Kind regards!), she thought.

In haste, she bowed firmly.

"Yes, thanks."

Yatogami spoke very firmly. The atmosphere was also mature.

"It's difficult. Kuro. It's not a classmate's greeting."

"You should pay the courtesy. Did you both do your homework well?"

Responding to Shiro's words with a serious face, Yatogami narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not going to do it. I'm going to show Kuro's homework."

"What are you saying? Try to do things yourself responsibly. I definitely won't show it to you!"

"Tsk, stingy Kuro."

"That's not the problem. If you have time to bark, does your homework."

Yatogami, who scolded him in a stifled manner, is forgiven with a "Yes, yes.", and Shiro urged Neko to gently walk towards her seat. Furthermore, his face was distorted again, and Yatogami followed them. It was kind of funny.

"Hey, Kukuri-chan. Is 'Kuro' a nickname for Yatogami-kun?"

"That's right. Shiro-kun, Kuro-kun, a black and white duo. He's a good friend with club activities. Now, Saya-chan, I'll introduce you to everyone. Here and there."

Kukuri motioned for her to come.

She headed forward, following her. No, she tries to continue.

"Kamamoto! What are you doing? Come quickly!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed with rough footsteps. Immediately after, the impact on her back.

"Gah!"

She couldn't stop myself from the momentum, she lost her balance and fell.

"Ah, Saya-chan! Are you okay?"

Kukuri's voice was amazing. Oh, it wasn't so good... maybe. It hurt a lot.

However, the person who rushed inside was also worried, and as tears welled up from the pain in her back, hands, and knees, she managed to lift her upper body and look back.

"It hurts... hey... Who is this guy standing in the doorway?!"

There was a boy there, who seemed to have struck like her, lying on the ground.

He had the front of the black school uniform open, the shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, and the hem out. Also, a dark blue hat and the usual auburn hair that twisted in any direction.

The boy, who didn't seem to be polite, looked at her as he rubbed the area around his waist in excruciating pain and cursed.

"Ah…"

His wild and warlike eyes stared directly at the opponent.

It was a terrible, gaudy flame, and she couldn't help but lose her words.

The boy looked at her too and his eyes widened, astonishing for some reason.

"No, Yata-san, it's early. We still have time until class... That? Yata-san. Why are you sitting on the floor?"

A big boy who came running in with a plaintive voice, bowed his head when he saw him sitting on the ground, and looked at each other.

As the words surprised him, the boy named Yata shook himself and looked at the boy who was looking at them.

"Silly! I'm not sitting! This is... an accident!"

"Accident? Ah... I don't know, but why don't you get up for now?"

"No, you don't have to tell me! Hey, Kamamoto... do it."

"Yes?"

A big boy named Kamamoto bowed his head and asked again at Yata's small voice. Oh, but he thought he couldn't be helped. It was a very small voice.

However, he maybe didn't like him, and when Yata suddenly stood up, he gave Kamamoto a blow to the head. She was surprised.

"Eh?!"

"Why do you hit me?"

"I cannot hear you!"

No, she didn't think he didn't hear him, did he really not hear it?

(Huh? What? This "Yata" is extremely unreasonable.), she thought.

"That's right. I couldn't hear it, so it can't be helped."

When stunned, Kamamoto made a very natural counterargument. Yes, she understood that feeling very well.

"Uh, loud. Well, that... helps the woman..."

"Woman? Ah! Is that what you mean?"

Kamamoto laughed as if he were convinced, and walked over to her, knelt on the ground, and held out his hand.

"Yata-san pushed you. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

"Ah... I'm fine."

She wanted to say, maybe it was worse. She was standing in front of the door. She apologized and bowed, and looked at the black sunglasses.

"Oh, you are..."

"Hmm? Oh, this is Rikio Kamamoto from the second year group. This is Misaki Yata, who is also in the same group."

Kamamoto laughed as he gently helped her.

"Ah! Hey, Kamamoto! Silly, don't introduce me without permission!"

Yata yelled at Kamamoto, who was gentle and kind regardless of his appearance. There was no reason to be angry about that presentation.

"Because you are Yata-san, it seems unlikely that you will introduce yourself."

"That's... sorry."

She was confused.

"But don't sell my name at a bargain price."

"It's the first time I've seen you, are you a girl from another class?"

Kamamoto finally ignored Yata, who was still screaming. Apparently he was fine.

When she said, "No, I'm not.", unsurprisingly, Yata yelled, "Damn, listen to me!". That was to be expected.

"Excuse me!"

"Oh! Don't look here and there!"

She hastily apologized, but this time Yata, who turned his face bright red and turned around, yelled again.

"Eh? Oh, sorry! I see..."

"No, don't apologize! Oh, you're ... wow, not bad..."

(Huh? Is that so? Not bad?), she thought.

When she looked at Kamamoto because she couldn't understand why, Kamamoto shrugged and shook his head.

"Ah, don't worry. Yata-san is not good with girls."

(Is that so?), she thought.

He was not good with girls. Still, it was the first time she had seen a person overreact.

"Then?"

"Ah! Konohana Saya, I'll stay in this class. Well, it's nice to meet you. May I call you Kamamoto-kun?"

"Thanks. I don't care. Call me what you want."

She was relieved to hear a friendly response.

"Yes. Yata-kun too."

"Eh? Me too?"

"Yes, I hope you get along well."

"Eh? Who is that? Who are you talking about!"

At that moment, Yata blushed again and turned to the other side. He didn't have the ability to learn, so he kept having the conversation in front of the entrance. So of course he would get in the way of people trying to enter the classroom.

The person who walked in pushed his back away, and Yata looked back with a grumpy voice, "Oh?"

"Misaki. Don't occupy the entrance of the classroom for one person, even a little."

"Saru, damn it!"

(Saru? Is this person's nickname?), she thought.

His clean eyebrows were unpleasantly distorted and his black eyes were very thoughtful.

Black hair in habit and black-rimmed glasses. A pure white school uniform with a slightly loose chest. He had a mark on his arm, she wondered what the blue bracelet meant.

"……!"

And a saber with a blue scabbard at his waist.

She didn't think it was necessary for school life and widened her eyes in amazement.

(Huh? What? That... why is he wearing such a thing?), she thought.

Involuntarily he looked at her seriously, the next moment, she quickly bowed her head.

"Ah, I am Konohana Saya, a transfer student. Thank you!"

What came back was complete silence.

"That…"

When she lifted her face, an icy look shot through her.

"Stop doing that, it's annoying."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She strongly apologized and got out of the way.

That person just tried to slide past her.

"Hey, wait, Saru. You must introduce yourself."

Yata threw a harsh voice behind him.

The man, named Saru, shook his shoulders and looked back in amazement.

"What? Did you introduce yourself?"

He frowned repeatedly as if he didn't understand why.

"Don't send nonsense things. Misaki."

"It's not meaningless. We are her new partners. It's normal to introduce himself."

Long ago, he said that he wouldn't show up either.

She really wanted to know, but she was scared, so she shut her mouth.

"Or you can't even introduce yourself. Hmm, you're a boy."

When he decided to stand idly by, it was a terrible word that came out of Yata's mouth.

(Huh?! Wait. It's not about forcing him to fight, is it?!), she thought.

Saru clicked his tongue as the story seemed to roll in an unexpected direction.

And when he sighed like a deaf person, he echoed and coughed.

"Fushimi Saruhiko."

"Hmm...! Yes. Thank you, Fushimi-san."

He left before she finished saying it. He made her feel uncomfortable.

"Geez. Monkey bastard, you can just say your name so honestly."

Yata was upset and amazed. Why would be?

"Even Yata-san was mad at me when I introduced myself, wasn't he?"

Before she said more, Kamamoto stabbed a sickle firmly. "That's it! That's it!"

"Oh, that's it... You can say it after getting permission!"

He made a painful excuse and said, "Kamamoto, let's go quickly."

After that, Kamamoto ran and followed him.

"Eh?"

It was as if a storm had passed.

After dismissing Yata and other young men, she looked at Kukuri and took control powerlessly.

++++++++++

"Rice! Rice! Kurosuke's homemade rice! Shiro! Let's eat rice!"

"Yes. Let's go out because the weather is good today."

"Hurrah!"

"Don't rock your lunch! The contents will fall apart!"

It was noon. Around the same time the bell rang, Neko stood up, and Shiro and Yatogami left the classroom following her. As she smiled and said goodbye, Kukuri reached over and touched her desk.

"Shall we go to the coffee shop? You didn't bring any food, did you?"

"Yeah. Oh, but it's okay to be alone. That's Kukuri-chan's lunch box, right? I think I can get to the coffee shop if I have a navigation system."

"Yes! But let me go with you. I also want to tell you the location of the shopping department. And if I get lost early on the first day, my name as a guide will be spoiled, right?"

"Okay, then, I'll be attentive to your words. Thank you."

"No! What? Then let's go together!"

Kukuri started walking with a joyous cry. She got up and followed her.

"There are several ways to get to the coffee shop, but the best is through the courtyard."

"Courtyard?"

"Yes. Therefore, I would not recommend going down these stairs immediately, on a limited menu day. Because the purchase is established in several places."

(Huh? Limited menu?), she thought.

She got out a word she didn't expect, and instinctively looked at Kukuri.

"Eh? Did you buy it now?"

"Yes, it is a strategy to expel the rivals. Lunch is one of the joys for the students, so everyone is desperate."

No, that was correct. She thought it was the same in all schools, but what did it mean to expel rivals?

(She said it's natural, but that? It's weird, I don't understand. Well, that shouldn't be the case, right?), she thought.

As she twisted her neck, she went downstairs with Kukuri and pushed open the glass door that led down the hall to the courtyard.

There was a neat flowerbed with colorful flowers in every corner. The fresh green of the plantation was also nice.

Light pink petals fluttered from the beautiful and splendid cherry blossoms. The white garden table and chairs underneath were fascinating. It would be great to enjoy her lunch there.

Kukuri, who was leading the way through the large and beautiful courtyard where such garbage had not fallen, stopped and shrugged, "Oh, no. Sorry. I can't go through here."

"Eh? Why?"

Kukuri pointed to the front, saying "That.". For the first time, she realized that there were many people gathered there, since she was looking at other things before.

And, well... it didn't seem like a good atmosphere. Yes. It was extremely unsettling.

A group in black school uniforms and a group in white school uniforms staring at each other.

People wearing black school uniforms didn't seem polite. On the other hand, many people who wore white school uniforms had the impression of looking tight. They felt like honor students.

But after all, there was a blue scabbard saber at the waist. What was that?

"Kukuri-chan? They seem to be staring at each other, but what the hell are they doing?"

"It's a conflict!"

"Eh?"

Too simple an answer that made her doubt her ears.

(Huh? Did she say a conflict?), she thought.

"Conflict... is that a fight?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"Well why are the students fighting?"

"Fufu, I haven't seen a person react this way in a long time. It's okay. You'll be surprised at first, but you'll get used to it. It's the usual thing."

(Is it okay to get used to it?), she thought.

Also, as usual, she thought conflict was something that shouldn't become a daily routine. No, nothing was becoming a daily routine, first of all, there was a conflict within the school.

She was confused by the images and words that were far from common sense.

However, when she looked around, there were people who were looking far away, but no one was surprised or made noise, so Kukuri's reaction was correct.

(Hmm. Common sense in this school is a bit strange.) she thought.

Struggling to understand, she returned to a group of gazes.

"Uh... that? Yata-kun and Kamamoto-kun are there too? Besides, Fushimi-kun."

"That's right. Yata-kun and Kamamoto-kun are in the Red club, and Fushimi-kun is in the Blue club."

"Eh? Red club and Blue club? What's that?"

Kukuri laughed and explained with good humor.

"It is a special activity of the club. It is one of the characteristics of this school."

"Special club activities?"

"That's right. There are seven special club activities at this school in addition to the regular club activities. Two of them are from the Red and Blue club. Special club activities, because when you join the club, you can use special abilities. It's very popular with students, because the word "special ability" is great, right? But only the "chosen ones" recognized by each director can join the club."

The word "special ability" surprised her.

"Only the chosen ones...?"

"Yes. Not everyone can get in. In that sense, it's "special". The Red club wears that black school uniform. Most of the Red club members are bad. However, "it's not that way" bad, so it is accepted by students in general."

Eh? Were they bad, but not evil? She didn't understand anything.

"But it's not all bad things. How to put it? I think those people are not good at keeping up with everyone. People who go their own way are the best. Maybe it's close. The director is Mikoto Suoh, a student third year. He's also the head of the Red club and he's very strong. You see, that red-haired person next to Yata-kun."

Kukuri pointed at the person in the middle of the black group with her finger.

His red eyes were eerily sharp. Tense and sad cheeks.

Did she say he was older? Charismatic? Regardless, his presence was astonishing.

"The Blue club wear a white school uniform. Excellent grades, good behavior. Most of the members are super elite groups that also serve as officers of student organizations and members of the disciplinary committee. The activities are the maintenance of discipline, the orientation of the students, it feels like they are always leading the students in a disciplined way, like leading events at school, so it seems like they are not on good terms with the Red club from one point of view."

Even though she said, "That's correct.", she frowned at the explanation.

(Good behavior... Eh? I'm sure I'm the only one who thinks that carrying a gun to kill people around your waist doesn't mean being good.), she thought.

"The director of the Azul club is Reisi Munakata, a third year student. The director of the Student Organization Within the School, the whereabouts of the Great Myojin!"

The central figure in the white group that Kukuri continued to display was, yes, like "Shinsei Seidai Myojin".

Sharp glasses with calm and cool eyes. He listened to the Red Club swearing with a sweet smile on his lips, as if he were listening to classical music.

"That's why I can't go through here. I'm just looking at it now, but it seems to be getting a little warm, and it is."

"Monkey! Bastard, say it again!"

A loud voice echoed across the courtyard as if to block Kukuri's words. It was Yata's voice.

When he breathes and look back, Fushimi, who looked away, laughed vividly.

"Oh, I'll tell you many times. Your power is below mine. Mi-Sa-Ki."

Delighted, terribly happy, growling and despising people. His smile gave her chills.

(What? That look.), she thought.

"I can't take it! I'll take you down!"

Yata jumped, dyeing his eyes with fierce fury.

"Wow. It's started. That's it for the special part. I'm hungry, can we go quickly?"

Kukuri wanted to leave in a hurry, but she couldn't answer.

She was fascinated by the flames, which had arisen from Yata's hands.

"Saya-chan?"

The shape was slightly different, but all the people in the Red club could easily create a flame and target the Blue club. Those of the Blue club also took out their sabers one after another to defend themselves. There was a blue light on the blade.

Involuntarily, she looks at her hands.

(That's a special ability. So my thing is...), she thought.

"Saya-chan!"

Her shoulders shook and she suddenly came back to herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Because it's dangerous here. Shall we go?"

"Yes."

At that moment, Kukuri urged her on and looked back quickly.

Yes, that was exactly a fight. Other students in the courtyard were screaming.

"Ah...!"

When she looked back, the first thing she saw was a knife with a red lotus flame approaching them. And that last moment, she didn't have time to think about anything.

"Kukuri-chan, it's dangerous!"

Kukuri's body moved quickly. At that moment, a flash of light enveloped her.

Light was pouring out of her limbs and she couldn't open her eyes.

"Ah...!"

At the same time, there was a tremendous destructive sound.

But that was only a moment, and soon... the light disappeared like a lie.

The knife that should have flown there was also annihilated.

"Kukuri-chan, are you hurt?"

"No. I'm fine. It's nothing, but..."

Kukuri was in her arms and responded with a confused look.

"Hey. The light is coming out of your body, Saya-chan, but..."

The words surprised her. She quickly released Kukuri and looked at her hands.

Both hands had a vague white light. Her whole body was in that state. Yes. It was as if she herself was emitting light.

A cold thing crept up her back.

(This is the same as before...!), she thought.

When she looked around her in a hurry, the stone pavement was severely broken and only around her. It was as if it had been crushed by a heavy machine.

It appeared that there was no damage to the school building. The surrounding students were also safe. Just around her and Kukuri, the stone pavement was broken, scraped, and tiled as if a circle had been drawn around her.

"Ah...!"

The blood suddenly disappeared. She shook back and hugged herself.

(What do I have to do! In this school, I decided to be careful not to be like this! I don't want to think like that again. Therefore, I controlled myself so as not to disturb anyone, only in a discreet and silent way. Quiet so as not to make waves. I thought she was calm!), she thought.

"What's that?"

Kukuri's question brought her back to herself.

"This is..."

"You are a 'Strain', aren't you?"

A sweet, low and gentle voice resonated with the usual sound of his shoes.

When she took a breath and looked around her, the person who was there was Reisi Munakata, the director of the Blue club and the director of the Student Organization within the school.

In his hand was a sword that glowed pale.

"A "Strain"...?"

"Yes. People with innate special abilities are called 'Strains'."

With that said, he placed the saber in the scabbard and pulled up his goggles.

"The power of a "Strain" sometimes hurts people."

A painful memory crossed her mind.

Munakata stared at her with a distorted face, a smile on his lips.

"It is also our role to take strong measures to prevent this from happening. The day before yesterday, there was a report that a 'Strain' had entered the island, but are you the transfer student?"

With a rattling noise, Munakata took a step closer to her. She turned and took a step back.

"The birth of a talented person off this island is infinitely equal to zero."

"Ah, that, I..."

"In other words, the exception is that you are a 'Strain'... Transfer student Konohana Saya. If you don't resist, nothing bad will happen. Shut up and give up quickly."

As usual, a soft, sweet smile on his lips.

However, there was a sharp, dignified light in his eyes behind his glasses, and she was frightened by the power of it.

Taking a step back, Munakata narrowed his eyes slightly and held out his hand.

"Come here."

"Oh, I..."

At that moment, a flame struck behind Munakata.

At the moment of shouting, Munakata drew his saber and turned around to block the flame.

"She didn't do anything wrong, that's why she shouldn't give up."

Suoh pointed his flaming hand towards Munakata.

"I reject you, I keep the woman."

"Well, it's rare that you are interested in others."

"Yes. If you think so, give it to me."

Munakata responded to Suoh's fearless smile with a graceful and gentle smile.

"No. If you're interested, I can't quit."

Then, he turned the saber, which was reflecting the sunlight, directly towards Suoh.

"She is an irregular person and I want her to be within my grasp."

"If so, can I get it by force?"

"You are still a barbarian. If so, here too. All members, get ready!"

A sharp command. The people from the Blue club, a group in white school uniforms, responded immediately.

The fight started again. Ahead of her, Munakata looked back and reached out quickly.

"This time. Come with me."

"Oh, I..."

(What do I have to do?), she thought.

"I won't let you do that."

At that moment, she shook his throat and took another step back. It was unexpected. A voice was heard from above.

It was around the same time that she was surprised to look up at the sky and Munakata flew back quickly and brilliantly.

Immediately afterwards, someone fell to the place where Munakata was.

Black hair blowing in the wind. A Japanese sword that pierced the sky gleamed in the sunlight.

"No, Yatogami-kun!"

Yatogami stood up with her on her back. At the same time, behind the scenes, "Kukuri, are you okay?"

Looking back, she wondered when Shiro and Neko would arrive.

"This girl's security is in charge of the 'Silver Club'."

"Huh? What was that?"

"Don't get me wrong. It's temporary. I'm not trying to force you into anything. The Silver club is different from the Blue club."

Holding a Japanese sword, Yatogami looked at Suoh.

With a pon, Shiro tapped his shoulder, staring at the two people who were abruptly facing each other.

"Shiro-kun... that, I..."

"Yes. You were scared. It's okay. Leave it to me."

She wrinkled her head and was relieved by his soft hands.

"I'll give you a lot of explanations later. Let's escape for the moment. Kuro!"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

Yatogami, who had great strength, put his Japanese sword in the sheath and picked them both up.

She was surprised by the sudden movement and blushed shaking her limbs. But that was not the end.

Yatogami suddenly made a gesture like throwing something at the school building. A kind of power. They then took off from the ground at tremendous speed, dragged by invisible forces.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Involuntarily clinging to Yatogami, she closed her eyes tightly.

(What the hell is going on ?!), she thought.

A terrible wind violently shook her hair.

As it was, she and Yatogami were thrown into the sky.

"Are you okay?"

When she opened her eyes slightly to his voice, in front of her was a bowl of rice and canned juice.

She was lying in her bedroom, and when she wobbled her upper body, she wrapped the juice in her hands and exhaled the air into her lungs in one go.

She had terrible eyes...

He jumps from the courtyard to the roof of the school building. From there, he jumped to another building, and then jumped from the height at which she would normally die. She didn't want to experience it again. Bungee without lifeline.

he ran further and brought her to an empty classroom in a building she had not yet entered.

That classroom was generally locked and used only for special occasions.

Yatogami, who opened the key easily, lowered her gently on the chair and went somewhere to buy that.

"The whites should be here soon. Drink it first and calm down."

"Yes, thanks."

She lifted the lid and hydrated her throat with the cold juice.

Her fingers were still trembling. Oh, but the sweetness of her made her feel relaxed. The moment she took a breath, the door opened and Shiro's cheerful voice echoed through the room.

"Kuro, thank you for your hard work! Konohana-san, are you okay?"

"Yes. Somehow... Thanks for your help."

When she thanked him, Shiro smiled and sat down on his seat next to her.

"It was nothing. It was a disaster from the first day of move-in."

"That's right. Up to that point, it's not as good as it is."

"Hmmm, not enough!"

Shiro smiled bitterly, Yatogami was serious and Neko replied cheerfully. It was no different from when they had a conversation that morning.

On the contrary, it seemed strange in her eyes and she frowned inadvertently.

"Are all three scared?"

Maybe it didn't make sense, everyone went through trouble because of it.

"What is scary? The Red club and the Blue club?"

"No, that's not it. It's about me."

"Monster," she remembers the shock when they told her that.

Her heart was anxious. Her throat screeched and she squeezed her breast with her hand.

"I have a power that ordinary people don't have. That caused a lot of trouble around me and I couldn't stay at the old school."

No. It was a nuisance. It wasn't pretty at all.

Like Munakata said, she hurts people.

"I was thinking of living like an ordinary person in this school. I decided to hide my abilities. I would never let my abilities skyrocket."

A string of light. A terrible destructive sound. A knife that disappeared like dust. The ground that had been crushed. A stone pavement that broke and turned into pieces. Remembering that, she involuntarily hugged herself.

"I didn't know I had this power. It was sudden. When I realized it, the school building was a mess."

She will never forget it, it was unforgettable. The scene at that time would be for life.

Whether in a major earthquake or bombing, a part of the school building was ruined and turned to rubble.

Students fleeing. A bloodstained towel. And…

"Then my friends became hostile and no one looked at me."

A mixed look of surprise and fear towards her. It quickly turned into disgust.

Neither her friends, her classmates nor her superiors were looking at her. They didn't try to get involved. Even the teacher looked away from her.

Even her family was scared and she started looking at her all the time. If she was in a bad mood, that house would be destroyed next. Her parents thought they might be attacked.

She lost everything that was important at the time.

That's why she was thinking that she had done it again. Also, on the first day of transfer.

Here she too had become a "monster".

"Oh... I have to find a new school again..."

"Eh? You don't have to. You'll be fine here."

"Why? I can't stay here anymore!"

"So? You run away every time you use your power? What the hell? Isn't that stupid?"

"Ah...!"

Suddenly, the classroom door opened and a grumpy voice echoed, interrupting her words.

When she looked around her, he was standing there, Fushimi, who had a distorted face that looked annoyed.

"Fuwah! What are you doing? I don't like you, Glasses!"

Neko looked threatening, and Fushimi said, "I have no business with you. My purpose is that woman.".

"Huh? I?"

His eyes without heat surprised her. At his waist, the saber made a loud noise.

"If you try to carry out the principal's order, it's a disaster. Wow. This is the collapse of the school building."

(Did the school building collapse?), she thought.

"Guh..."

"Up to that point, even a fool like Domyoji can do it."

"What did you say?"

"He's a member of the Blue club. Of course, I can do it too. It's easy. I just don't do it because it's hard to clean."

(Is it easy...?), she thought.

"That's right."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. If you want to do it, run away. If there is another school where people can easily tear down the school building."

"Eh…?"

(What does that mean...? Is he trying to reassure me? I don't understand the meaning and his eyes are scary.), she thought.

With a particularly gentle smile, Shiro yelled.

"Yes. As Fushimi says. Konohana-san doesn't have to run away from this school at all. Rather, it's the opposite."

"Quite the opposite?"

"Yes, I think it's right for you. Ashinaka Super School is a school where talented people gather."

"Eh…? Talented?"

"Huh? Special club activities. Didn't you ask someone? Red club, Blue club, etc."

"Well, I heard that from Kukuri-chan."

But that was a story that when you enter a special club, you will be able to use special abilities, isn't it that people with abilities will gather in this school?

When she said that, Fushimi clicked his tongue.

"Eh? That…"

"Well, it's a relationship. Is it that important if the ability is innate or acquired? It's the same in terms of ability."

"Hmm...! Same thing? With me?"

"Did you say that? It's not unusual for a talented person. Because all the guys who belong to the special club are talented people. So, in this school, no one discriminates against talented people. You'll run away from here, where will you go?"

"Ah! No one discriminates?"

"That's right. Well, it seems that Strains are rarely born outside of Gakuenjima, and I think you're different in that sense, but I don't care because all talented people are weird in the first place. Maybe everyone doesn't care either. You can live. normally here. No, I should say that here. You think so too, right Yata-kun?"

"Eh?"

When she was surprised by Shiro's words and ran her eyes towards the door, Yata with a bitter face appeared with a smile on his cheek.

"Don't hide and listen, come out."

"It is urgent."

"Yata-kun..."

"Did you come worried? Or did Suoh tell you to come see what happened? Well, anyway... Konohana-san. Everyone here has special abilities."

"Eh? And Shiro-kun? Neko-chan?"

"Yes. Because we are the Silver club. Fushimi-kun is from the Blue club. Yata-kun is from the Red club. We are all a special department. And Neko is also a Strain. You know what that means, right?"

Words like dreams invaded her.

Was it serious? Wasn't it a lie? Was it really the case?

"Don't I have to run away?"

Wasn't it a dream or an illusion?

"I can stay here?"

Fushimi responded to the words, as he groaned.

"You should like it, right? You're not the only one with a skill anyway."

"Ah!"

She was not alone.

She takes a breath and stare at Fushimi.

She wasn't the only one who had an "ability", he said, but he probably just stated objective facts, but why? She felt that she could get closer to that person. She thought that he could understand the loneliness that had been in her heart since that day.

Suddenly, the tears overflowed.

When she clasped her hands, she hid her teary eyes from him.

It was unbelievable. Because that day she changed her life completely. She had experienced it. She was hurt and suffered. She was still in her mind very clearly that vivid memory.

(Oh, but! However, I'm not alone!), she thought.

"Ah!"

Great tears were shed. She covered her mouth with both hands and looked up. She was not alone.

"Ah...!"

The truth is that she did not want to run away. She wanted a place to stay.

(I don't want to be a "monster". I'm so scared of myself! I don't want to be left alone in the dark without anyone understanding me!), she thought.

"Huh... uh..."

She was not alone. She could stay there.

His words made her tremble. Her heart was full and she couldn't say anything else.

Like a little girl crying.

The opening bell rang on the way, but everyone was there without saying anything.

Fushimi, who should always be a member of the Blue club guiding the students in a disciplined manner, remained silent.

"Still, I wonder what Konohana-san's ability is. She disintegrates the knife."

Seeing that she had calmed down a bit, Shiro said that and looked at Yatogami.

"Konohana-san, you don't understand it too, do you?"

"Yes. When I tried to help Kukuri-chan, it turned out to be like that. Anyway, I'm scared of myself."

"Are you a Strain who does not know your own strength and cannot control it? You are an object of observation that the Blue club seems to like."

He shook his head and looked at her to explain, Yatogami really did say what he was thinking.

The disturbing sound of his words made her shiver.

"Object of observation?"

"Mmm, Kuro. Don't scare her."

"But it's true. The Blue club will not give up on this. It will take aim again."

With that said, Yatogami looked at Fushimi.

"It sounds good for the order of the school, but the Blue club does not choose the means."

"Good. I will definitely come again. But I think that will be only if she doesn't belong to any club. If Konohana-san joins the special club herself, I'm sure it will be a different story."

"It's true?"

"Yes. The director and members will protect you as companions, I'm sure they will find out what your abilities are, and I think they will teach you how to manipulate your abilities properly. No one wants you to escape. You may have been afraid of suddenly giving up, but Munakata-senpai didn't try to hurt you. The ability is really difficult to handle. Apparently, you didn't seem to be able to control your abilities, right? So Munakata-senpai and Suoh-senpai tried to protect you no matter how they did it."

"Eh? Protect me?"

"Yes. Protected by the club. Before it affects the school and the general public. Only talented people can repress talented people."

"So if you join the special club and learn to know and control your skills alongside people who understand you..."

"The Blue club will not attack you. You will no longer be a 'dangerous Strain whose abilities are out of control', do you understand? Do you want to be part of the Silver club? Me and Kuro will protect you, and we slowly elucidate your abilities."

"Join the Silver club?"

Fushimi, who had been listening to the story silently until then, clicked his tongue and looked at Shiro. Yata looked at him too. Scared by both of them, Shiro shrugged and said, "How scary."

"Well, it seems that both the Red club and the Blue club want to protect you, but, anyway, if you join the special club, your situation will improve in various ways."

"Kuro-kun..."

"Think carefully. Konohana-san, you must decide your future school life."

++++++++++

"I'm smart!"

"Wow! Yes! Sorry!"

As soon as she opened the bedroom door, she was scolded and apologized.

Eh? But, wait? Why did she have to open the door to her room and apologize?

"Oh, that's right. You?"

She raised her face and sighed at the robot that was sitting there.

It was one of the robots that cleaned the entire school island, as well as the school building and dormitory. The samurai tone was quite cute. When she stepped aside, he left the room and said, "I'm tall!"

She looked at him, she closed the door and got into bed.

"Oh! I'm tired!"

After skipping class for an hour, she returned to the classroom, but she stopped in front of the door as she was scared. What would she do if they looked at you strangely?

But, in conclusion, she didn't have to worry about it at all.

Kukuri, who found her writhing in front of the door, came out to pick her up.

"Thanks for your help on the courtyard. I'm sorry I couldn't thank you right away."

Kukuri told her that and laughed.

When she asked her: "Am I not disgusting?", Kukuri responded by beating her chest: "I don't think so at all. You were like an ally of justice and it was cute. You are a life saver; you should not feel bad. Tell me if there is someone who annoys you! I'm not good with violence, but I will persuade him.". Oh, that really made her happy.

The look and attitudes of the other colleagues did not change, but made her shine, saying: "You are incredible." The exact opposite of the previous school. But it may be that she used to hurt people with her abilities, and this time she protected people with her abilities.

She finally she was relieved to hear everyone's reaction.

Then she cries again.

Kukuri hugged her, "Don't cry." She patted her head and hit her on the shoulder.

She was so happy to see everyone's comfort and she was so excited that she cried even more.

"Special club activities, huh?"

She holding the cushion she lay on her back. She looked at the ceiling and coughed.

They all accepted her as she displayed her abilities. It was soft and warm.

She was really happy. If she took it easy, she might inadvertently shed tears.

But her power could hurt others. What would she do if she lost control again? She wanted to protect everyone from herself. So she had to know her ability and how to control it.

"Shiro-kun's Silver club."

She looked at the ceiling thoughtfully as if to confirm it.

"The Red club with Yata-kun and Kamamoto-kun."

She got up gently.

She watched the terrifying red sunset shining through the window and clenched her fist tightly.

"Fushimi-kun is in the Blue club."

++++++++++

"I am Reisi Munakata. I am the director of the Azul club and director of the Student Organization at this school."

"I am Konohana Saya. Thanks again!"

Munakata introduced himself again. She was nervous and bowed deeply.

After school, the next day. She was in front of the Blue club room building, commonly known as "Scepter 4".

A majestic building that looked like a palace. A solid and wide entrance. The thick columns were lined up on both sides and the top was a large balcony with a large sliding window. And there are perfectly symmetrical wings left and right, centered on the part of the triangular roof that it had.

Was this the Blue club building? Were they using this whole building for the club? A member of the Blue club, who was completely overwhelmed and found her wandering the oversized open space in front of the building, led her to the principal's office. He explained to her that it was a relocation of an old western style building in a foreign French Renaissance style.

She maybe thought it was good, but it was completely counterproductive. "This is not a good place to be!". She was scared, and about to turn around and run. Managed to stop herself.

The member of the Blue club knocked on the door.

She was sure that at Shiro's Silver club she could have a relaxing time. That is exactly what she originally wanted, a quiet and peaceful place.

Yesterday after school, Totsuka Tatara, who was a third year student in the Red club, came to the classroom and gave her a dessert made by Izumo Kusanagi, a manager in the Red club. She apologized. And the dessert was really delicious.

So she was sure that he could take good care of her, and she would have a good time.

But yes. That is why she decided to go to the Blue club.

While everyone was nice to her, only Munakata told her clearly.

"The power of a Strain sometimes hurts people."

"You are a Strain and I want to have you within my grasp."

About the danger of her ability. On the need for follow-up. Only that person told her.

She was scared at the time, but now she wanted to be an "object of observation" so that she could discover her abilities and learn to control them.

"Konohana Saya-san. Originally, you are a Strain, you must be monitored and protected to maintain order in this school."

In the headmaster's room, staring at her standing in front of a heavy desk, Munakata smiled and crossed his fingers.

His smile was sweet and gentle. However, his eyes were closed and there was no mercy.

So she could be safe there, she could trust him.

This person would not only protect her, he would also protect everyone from her.

"So, I'm glad you visited me. Welcome to the Blue club, Konohana Saya-san."

"Yes, thanks."

Again, she bowed deeply.

"Director."

Around the same time, the sound of banging echoed through the room. Then the sound of the door opening. She turned around to see.

"You calls me?"

It was Fushimi who entered. Noticing her, he clicked his tongue in the middle of the words and opened his eyes slightly.

"Oh, Fushimi-kun. I've been waiting for you. Here's Konohana-san."

"Huh? Oh, yes!"

"You were in the same class as her, right?"

Munakata smiled as he looked at her, she quickly returned her gaze to Munakata.

"Oh, yes. That's correct."

"That's right. Then I'll order Fushimi-kun to be an educator for Konohana-san."

"Eh?!"

"Hmm, Fushimi-kun?"

It seems like it was an unexpected word not only for her but also for Fushimi, who was shocked, and a click of the tongue was heard from behind.

However, should keep calling Munakata, director? The director did not seem particularly concerned about his reaction and continued his words with a smile.

"Please support her."

"Because I?"

"We need someone who is always close to her, who educates her to be suitable for the Blue club and able to deal quickly when her power gets out of control. You are the best in the same class."

He wondered if he couldn't argue with that, and after a while, he sighed and replied, "Ok."

Looking back, he really hated having to do it.

"So Konohana-san. I'm going to talk to Fushimi-kun. Thank you for your continued support."

"Ah, yes! Thank you very much!"

She bowed firmly to the director, thanked him, and turned her back on Fushimi as he walked out of the director's office.

"Um, sorry."

It didn't seem like Fushimi would agree to that task, so she didn't look back and apologized to Fushimi, who was walking steadily.

Then he replied, "It's not your fault. Besides, I will obey the director's decision."

His voice was a little soft, but he sounded very grumpy. She thought that Fushimi was really angry. But if she said something, would he ever get mad at her again?

She walked over to Fushimi, thought for a moment and leaned in, saying, "Well, okay then."

"Thanks."

The answer to that was his usual irony.

#k #k project #k wonderful school days #gakuen k #fushimi saruhiko #yata misaki #totsuka tatara #izumo kusanagi #souh mikoto #reisi munakata #shiro isana #neko #kuro yatogami #kamamoto rikyo

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profnodanna · 5 years ago

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A mikorei scenario for the people who wanted to cry (it’s not so bad, I swear)

{♔}

Post ROK. In the exact moment the Slate is destroyed, Mikoto’s eyes snap open. He has just woken up in what seems a hospital room, but besides that there’s nothing in that place vaguely familiar. A young woman, with short dark hair and a cheerful smile, welcomes him, briefly explaining him that he is in one of the Gold clan’s facilities, that he had been in a coma for all this time, and that she and her team have been taking care of him for a while.

Lately, he meets the chief researcher, someone who was working with the Gold Clan since before the day of the Kagutsu incident, aiming to avoid any Damocles Down. Thanks to their studies they managed to save Mikoto’s life and treat his injuries; however, his connection with the Slate somehow prevented him from waking up.

The reasercher proceeds to explain what happened while he was in a coma: how Anna became the new Red King, what happened to Homra, the death of the Gold King and the following arising of the Green Clan, how the Slate was destroyed and why. And, more in important, that everyone believes that Mikoto died. The reasercher concludes that their job with him is done, and that now Mikoto can do whatever he wants.

For a while, Mikoto chooses to do nothing; he is too debilitated, both physically and mentally, to even think to “go back”.

He has to face Totsuka's death and the consequences of his actions, and at the top of it, he doesn't know if he wants to go back to that society who caged him. He knows, no matter how much his people love him, that he will never fit.

Meanwhile Munakata is struggling with his new condition of “normal man” (assuming that the Kings, differently from their clansmen and Strains, lost almost completely their powers with the destruction of the Slate); as time passes, he can’t help but notice all his limits as a common person, all the things he can’t do anymore: his powers didn’t help him only during his fights, but also intellectually and mentally. He gets tired more easily, unfocused more easily; he simply can’t do anymore all what he used to do and how he used to. Which it kinda leads him to constantly overwork himself just to prove (to himself) that he can still pursue his path. That he is still has some unresolved feelings about what happened in the last two years, feelings and thoughts that he is not willing to openly express to anyone, doesn’t help either.

Months pass in the new era without the Slate, months in which everyone is adjusting to the new reality, without anything important happening. Until one day, Mikoto shows up before Munakata family’s house.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and he knows (thanks to the information provided by the researcher who saved him) that Munakata Reisi is there, paying a visit to his family.

Of course Munakata Reisi is shocked when Mikoto walks in his house. So shocked that at first he doesn't even know how to feel. He even forgets to punch Suoh. Instead, keeping his natural decorum, he simply listens to Mikoto's explanation about what happened, how he survived, why he didn’t come back earlier and why “now and here��. On the other hand, not so surprisingly Mikoto doesn’t seem to be able to give a proper answer to all the questions Munakata has. In his mind, to show up there and basically say “look, I’m alive” should have been enough. He was obviously mistaken.

They talk a bit, and in Mikoto’s words is implied he believes to owe Munakata at least the knowledge to not have actually killed him.

He then apologies for what happened, this time directly to Munakata, but without regretting his past choices (if anything it almost seems he regrets to have survived). Munakata is not surprised about that, to which he responds with a sad half smile. He asks what Mikoto is going to do. Their talk ends here, due to Taishi’s interruption to invite Mikoto to stay over for dinner.

Next step for Mikoto is going back to Homra (other sad story), which probably is a little harder than facing Munakata to him.

Of course the reunion is very emotional (just think about Homra’s surprise, Anna’s happiness and Kusanagi’s shock. How the latter can’t even believe about who’s before his eyes. Think about how Yata could feel, now that he has the chance to understand Mikoto-san, and about all the alphabet boys’ reactions).

However Mikoto has already decided not to stay at Homra; instead he’s got a small apartment not so nearby, where he can stay for the time being. To him it’s a kind of “safe space”, where he can live without feeling outside pressures (yes, even from his own -ex?- clan), and which he needs to adjust to whatever kind of life he will decide to have. It doesn't take long for Munakata to show up at its door: and always at the weirdest hours, especially during night-time. Mikoto can’t really say to be exactly “happy” about the timing, but even complaining a lot he lets Munakata in every time, because he knows this is the other’s way to reach out, and that he is the only one Munakata can relate to. So he offers him the not-so-cozy couch in the small living room and a drink, and they spend the rest of the night awake drinking and chatting, pretending to be enough drunk so that their words seem a little less real, a little more forgivable.

Both of them are struggling in different ways, and somehow, they manage to help each other, by barely being there for the each other. Munakata does most of the talking, often on completely trivial events involving bonding activities and suspicious collective spreading of fever or stomachache in the blue clan, and Mikoto mostly replies with “uh”s, always forgetting who’s this Fuse that from time to time appears in Munakata’s talking (he’s got a rough idea about a certain Domyouji, and for some reasons he can’t stand a certain Aki-bunny).

But there are other times, when their shared bottle (or bottles) is almost empty, and the night has reached its darker hours, in which their talks become more serious.

It's during one of these nights that Munakata murmurs:

"I /still/ want to save you, Suoh"

and that hits Mikoto hard, he can almost feel it physically, in how his chest clenches, in his lack of breath; because if the first time he heard that sentence from Munakata he was run to his own death, now it's different, now he's struggling to stay alive. And deep inside Mikoto isn't even sure if he is worth to be the object of all... that consideration. Because he doesn't feel he deserves it. And he asks "why", why Munakata should care so much about someone like him. And Munakata just smiles sadly, knowing full well they both know *why*, and also knowing it would be too easy, too simple, somehow *wrong* saying those little words, because neither is ready and is in a good state of mind, because both are a little broken over past feelings and now it's enough being together, it really is. {♔}

... And eventually everything works out and they live happily being idiots! :D

I didn’t tell everything, and I left out a little of Munakata’s pov in this (but it was becoming so long! ;A;), but this is my favorite “alive!Mikoto AU”, the one I go mostly with when I am thinking about a scenario in which Mikoto survives. If you see a lot of similitarities with some of @ridiasfangirlings‘s scenarios, well, you’re right! I built most of this AU also thanks to her, so kudos to Ridia! <3 I hope you liked my... scenario, story? and that you had a good cry! :D

#mikorei #k project #suoh mikoto #munakata reisi #anko parfait

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shoheiakagi · 5 years ago

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Summary: In which HOMRA is a bunch of college frat boys trying to get in your pants. Or: “Come back, I’m not done wasting your time.”

Warnings: Some might be a bit ooc since they’re all fuckboys in here (some more than others), y/n culture, angst, somewhat explicit ***, unrequited feelings, Chitose in his natural habitat, Fujishima is a furry, Yata still can’t talk to women, and Bandou still can’t get laid.

Word Count: 5.6k lol

Notes: OKAY, IT’S FINALLY HERE. I was working on my FwB piece with @mangoqueens when we were suddenly like, “Okay, but fuckboy!homra tho.” Also, not including the trio in this one cause I wanted to focus on the younger guys more. A quick shoutout to @anewmourning for helping me come up with ideas for fuckboy!fujishima. This is my first ever time doing something like this, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or stale dialogue. Reblogs/replies are appreciated!

This is pretty self indulgent, so ignore it if it’s not your thing.

Yata

Obnoxious in a completely different way from the average fuckboy (as in he doesn’t break your heart. Well, not intentionally).

That one guy who always shows up to your Philosophy class late with loud rap music blasting from his headphones, with a skateboard under his arm.

But if he’s not coming to class late, he’s skipping. You don’t think you ever saw him come to class on time (seriously, why is he even in this class?).

If he’s not sleeping in class, he’s always arguing with someone, even the Professor. Usually, that random student happens to be you.

“What the fuck do you mean we don’t have free will?” “I mean that there’s something called fucking fate which means everything is destined to be, you asshat!” “The fuck did you call me?”

You happened to be the lucky student he fights with cause of the one time you ‘accidentally’ told him to shut the fuck up (but in a ‘kind’ way cause you can’t just go around cursing during class) and you’ve been on his radar ever since.

But not in that “damn, i wanna fuck her” way, more like “i hate her, i gotta ruin her life” type of way since you pretty much embarrassed him in class.

Doesn’t really hate you or wanna ruin your life though, just likes to start fights with you over petty shit (Bandou would be proud).

Intervenes whenever you’re flirting with another guy in class with the pretext of trying to “save” him from you.

And everyone definitely notices his behavior towards you cause no matter how obnoxious Yata is, he never picked any fights with girls (except for that one busty blonde who’s part of the student govt).

If he’s really feeling bold (and stupid), he would sometimes tug on your hair or jab you with his pen to get a reaction out of you in class.

Pretty much the embodiment of the whole “you know a boy likes you if he teases you a lot.”

Your philosophy class is practically a war zone at this point with how much you two bicker (which really pisses everyone off).

One day your prof assigns the class a group paper and partners you and Yata up (probably for some sadistic reason).

You refuse to have anything to do with Yata at first but then he just declares that you can write the whole paper then. So you bitterly suck it up and force him to contribute just out of spite (you know if you write it yourself, your grade will be higher. But you’re honestly willing to take the lower grade if it means Yata will suffer in the process).

He stands you up whenever you arrange to meet in cafes, the library, etc. You leave him really angry, nasty texts and tell him to go to hell.

You were over it one day and marched up to his dorm room, banging on the door, demanding that he let you in. He opens the door, irritated with you, and you push through and start going OFF on how much of an idiot and a dick he was.

And as cliche as it is, you guys were too busy yelling at each other to notice how the distance between you two was getting shorter and shorter until you had him backed against the wall. Yata looked at your lips, before looking up to glare at you, “I fucking hate you.” Before you can respond some equally nasty shit, he immediately slammed his lips against you.

What started off as a kiss, eventually turned into you getting fucked by Yata against the wall (God, you never knew a day like this would ever happen...and that he would actually be a good fuck despite his height and inability to talk to most women).

You both eventually fall into this pattern of sleeping with each other, since it’s an easier way to deal with anger and stress.

But other than sex, nothing changes between you two. You still treat each other like shit.

And in the end, your paper got a C+ so at least you passed.

You didn’t notice that you caught feelings for him until a friend pointed out that you seemed to have softened up on Yata (which you denied, of course).

But once you realized that his smile is probably one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen and how his usually obnoxious laugh suddenly became endearing to you, you noticed a change in his behavior.

He...he doesn’t pick a fight with you that much anymore? That’s a good thing, right?

But...he doesn’t really talk to you that much either, other than some half assed replies. And he stopped coming over for sex too.

Was fighting (and sex) really the only way you guys communicated with each other?

You try not to think much of it and decide to treat yourself to your favorite drink at the cafe nearby.

And it wasn’t until you were halfway across campus when you hear that familiar voice and your heart started beating like crazy when he came in your view.

But before you can call out to him, you notice the petite figure walking next to him. And then you really take a look at Yata this time.

For the first time ever, you see Yata unlike his usual, loud self. He’s patiently teaching the pretty girl how to use his skateboard, and when she holds onto him in fear of falling, you see how broad his smile gets, despite his awkward stammers and obvious blush. It was only when the girl leans over to kiss his cheek, when you decide to walk away.

It’s just in your fate for your first heartbreak to be like this.

Kamamoto

Ah yes, the king of ghosting™

So here’s the thing, you didn’t think much of him at first. But then you found out that he’s one of them and suddenly, he was just another annoying ass fuckboy to you.

So you were shocked to see him join the home economics club you were part of.

Didn’t take you long to change your opinion again cause despite his sketchy appearance and friend group, he was such a sweetheart??? He was always making sure all of the club members were appreciated and acknowledged for their efforts, would bring food for everyone, etc.

And you find yourself becoming friends with him, learning about how his parents owned a liquor store back home, how he spent his first couple of years in college undeclared cause he was following Yata around so that they can major in the same field, which obviously didn’t work out (fortunately, he was able to discover his passion for cooking).

It was during a rainy day when he was walking you back to your dorm when he leaned over to kiss you. And it was after a couple of dates, you decided to ride him in your dorm when your roommate was out.

And all was well till it was the end of the semester and it was time to go home for summer break. Despite promising to keep in touch over the summer, you notice the good morning texts becoming rare until it just stopped showing up. Replies to your texts would be vague or one worded (if it’s one of those lucky days where he finally decides to text back). It doesn’t take that long for you figure out what’s happening.

He’s ghosting you.

aka he’s breaking up with you without even letting you know.

He wants to play that game? Then fine, you’re not the type to beg someone to stay anyway. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Easier said than done,” you mused to yourself as you search for his Instagram later on.

You don’t know what you were expecting to see on his page, but you definitely were not expecting to see this thin, surfer looking guy pop up, donning the same name and username as Kamamoto.

You check his instagram and see his latest selfies and you can’t believe what you’re seeing???? Who is this guy and where is Rikio???

You thought that Kamamoto must have changed his @ until you realized that the names still there and that the other homra guys are following him (with jealous, bitter comments from Yata, Bandou, and Chitose).

He posts a lot of pics with so many pretty girls, his comment section is filled with girls, he’s out partying with so many girls.

And you can’t help but notice this petite girl named Ayumi, who keeps popping up in his comments (and the fact that he’s always replying to her).

You eventually give up. Maybe this is a sign from God that it wasn’t meant to be.

But when you come back to uni, you noticed that he’s back to his normal shape. How does he lose and gain that much weight in such a quick span of time??? And his hair????

Ironically, he suddenly remembers your existence and pretends as if he didn’t ignore you during the summer.

When he waits for you outside of your classroom with a boxed lunch for you two to share, you immediately turn around and walk away.

You loved yourself too much to let yourself be used like that.

Akagi

You know him cause everyone on campus knows him, judging by the large amount of followers he has on social media, and how he’s always seen hanging with all types of people on campus.

The type to constantly post shirtless pics and gym selfies, so that he can show off his abs and biceps (you may or may not have drooled at one or five pics). Posts videos of his crazy nights out, which always include girls and alcohol. Strangely enough though, with the amount of girls he’s seen with, you don’t hear any crazy rumors about him with any of the girls he’s seen with other than a casual hookup here and there.

He also happens to be in your consumer behavior class. And unlike the majority of the class, he’s one of the rare people who takes this class cause he actually majors in marketing. It fits him though, he’s an extremely social person who is good at persuading people, as proven during his presentation of why students should invest in the shitty gym near campus (y’know, the type ex convicts work out at), rather than the one provided by Uni.

It wasn’t until you worked with him in a group assignment that you realized that he’s a lot nicer than he looks. Suddenly, conversations about the group assignment transitioned from sitting next to each other in class to actually hanging outside of class and making plans.

It didn’t take a long time for you to realize that you were whipped for this full time student, part time delinquent with puppy dog eyes and a boyish grin.

Despite your sudden revelation, things were normal between you two. As much as you wanted your feelings to be reciprocated, you knew there was a line between your fantasies and reality. The way he interacted with you was pretty much how he interacted with everyone else and that is something you have come to understand. You guys were just friends, and nothing more.

Well, that’s what you thought until that one party homra threw a party in celebration for Bandou getting a C- in his Cultural Anthropology midterm that he thought he was going to fail (at this point, they were just desperate to throw a party).

Shouhei was a social butterfly with a lot of friends, so you weren’t surprised that he didn’t remain by your side after greeting you and your friends since he was busy rotating between different groups of people throughout the party.

But what you didn’t expect was him coming over to talk to you about the upcoming marketing exam while you were dancing along with one of your guy friends. But you realize that it’s just an excuse when he puts his hand on your lower back, inviting you to his room so that you guys can talk in private (but you didn’t care).

Next thing you know, you’re laid up on his bed with his face buried between your thighs.

Ever since that night, things have changed between you guys. Suddenly, study sessions in reserved study rooms would end up with you bent over the table while he thrusts into you. And if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought this was his infamous friend, Chitose you were dealing with.

But you know it’s Shouhei when you find out that you guys are exclusive (which relieves you when you remember how many pretty girls he’s friends with) and how there are times where you guys would have sweet pillow talks where you both talk about general shit like future aspirations but also some deep shit like family issues.

But things get difficult cause you guys act like you’re in a relationship, even though you aren’t.

You want to be in a relationship with him, but he’s not sure if he wants to settle down yet.

But he also doesn’t want to let you go, preferring to have you as his girl, but w/o officially being his girl.

You deal with this clownery shit for a few more weeks (cause you’re weak) until you finally decided to put an end to w/e you two have going on, and blocking him on social media right before the semester ended.

You eventually link up with another guy from uni over the summer and things go great with him and you guys return to the new semester as a couple.

You forgot all about Shouhei until you come across him with Bandou and Chitose on the hallways while walking with your man.

Shit, you just made eye contact with him, time to pretend you don’t know this guy.

But he calls out your name anyway, and asks you how’ve you been since you’ve been pretty awol.

(Even though Shouhei stopped walking in order to talk to you, Chitose and Bandou continue to walk past you. You don’t know if you should be relieved or worried).

You tell him that you’ve been pretty busy (trying to pretend that you didn’t block him on ig) and introduce him to your boyfriend.

You couldn’t help but notice Shouhei sizing up your man while talking to you. “So you went off and got yourself a boyfriend, huh?” His tone was carefree and nonchalant, but you knew better.

“Well we had some pretty good times together last semester too. Did you tell him about me?” *Cue implications of sexual (and semi romantic) relationship you shared with him to make your bf jealous and to back off*

You grab your bf’s hand and walk away from him before things can get messy.

Pretty much resorts to sending you texts asking if he can see you, and that just cause you’re in a relationship, doesn’t mean you can’t hang with other guys. Leaves you drunk messages and voicemails, begging you to come back to him, and how he thinks he fell in love with you.

First one to wish you a happy birthday text (even before your own bf) at 12 a.m. despite you not talking to him for months.

You want to save his texts and messages for memories’ sake (and that somewhere deep inside of you, you still have some leftover feelings for him) but you end up deleting it just incase your bf comes across it.

To move on is to grow.

Bandou

That one weird, quiet kid who usually sits in the back of the classroom, all bundled up in a hoodie and a dark pair of sunglasses (yes, even inside the classroom).

You initially thought he was pretty harmless (despite his suspicious apparel) since he usually minded his own business and worked alone.

But you were wrong. so so wrong.

It happened to be one of those days where the professor randomly announces some assignment in class and everyones already paired up, leaving you no choice but to partner with little miss sunshine at the back.

And that is when you unfortunately get to know him. For someone who doesn’t talk much, he’s hella loud. If he’s not cursing at every error message he receives from entering a code, he’s ranting about the smallest (and dumbest) shit you can possibly think of. But it didn’t really bother you that much until it happened.

While working through the assignment, you would feel his gaze on you. But anytime you would look up to meet his gaze, he would quickly turn away with a small smirk on his face. This goes on for a while until you finally hiss at him to stop staring at you. He immediately goes on defense and sneers at you, “Well shit, I didn’t know it was a crime to look at people these days. You should probably seek therapy if people looking at you scares the shit out of you.”

And you swear you never wanted to smack someone this bad before.

You were hoping that the assignment would be finished asap, so that you wouldn’t have to deal with him any longer. But fortunately for you, the professor decided to extend the deadline for the assignment, so that means more quality time spent with your partner. You frown, while Bandou smirks.

If you thought he was bad in person, he’s even worse in social media (you refuse to give him your number). Always sends you a message, especially after you post a selfie.

Pretty much the embodiment of texting like a straight white boy.

“Oh so you’re alone in your room now?? What are you wearing now??” *gets no responses back*

As per tradition, sends you an unsolicited dick pic while messaging you about a class assignment.

You see him without his stupid get up for the first time in a party thrown for him by his friends. And wow, he’s actually really fucking cute??? Who knew fucking Bandou would be that good looking? But alas, his annoying personality remains the same.

He tries to pull a move on you while on the dancefloor, whether it’s to give you a kiss or to have you grind on him. He gets annoyed when you reject him (again) and tells you to leave the party since you’re not giving him any action, with a (cute) pout on his face.

“Y’know, this party was held for ME. It’S MY party so I can tell people to leave whenever I want to-wait you’re actually leaving????”

And maybe it’s because of the realization that Bandou is a lot cuter than you thought, or the fact that you have grown used to his company (and advances), you’re on your knees in an empty bathroom stall, giving him the best blowjob he’s possibly ever had.

Which you ended up regretting since the next day you were met with whistles and smug smirks when you walked passed some of the guys of homra, immediately knowing why when your eyes zeroed in on a smug Bandou, who threw you a kissy face.

You were planning to ignore them and go on with your day, since this type of behavior is expected from them, but once Bandou made that infuriating kissy face with his infuriating ass face, you went straight up to them and smacked him right across his face, leaving the others stunned.

You looked at them with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging them. Chitose stepped up, about to say something, but Kamamoto grabbed him back.

Once you were sure none of them did anything, you walked right past them. Your face was heated up. A part of you was shocked that you actually smacked Bandou, that too in front of his friends. Another part of you was super embarrassed that you ended up giving that fuckboy a blowjob, which gave him the opportunity to brag about it to his fuckass friends. You don’t even know why you’re so angry, you knew this was something to be expected. Maybe it’s cause you actually found Bandou cute that night, or maybe it’s cause you lowkey ended up having a soft spot for him. Cause as annoying as he was, there was something endearing about him, especially with the way how he would nag about you being a bitch to him, but then immediately helping you with a coding problem that you didn’t understand without you even asking.

But that doesn’t matter now, since what’s done and done. Bandou Saburouta is just as much as an asshole as his friends, and you don’t want anything to do with that.

Chitose

Before you had class with Chitose Yo, you knew exactly three things about him: 1. He’s pretty much the ringleader of all the fuckboys (it makes sense since he’s a finance major), 2. He briefly considered majoring in the liberal arts field just because it had more girls (you heard this one from one of your friends who hooked up with him last semester), and 3. He hooked up with the young T.A. of the required psychology class he had to take. Needless to say, that did not end pretty.

Being a part of the campus’ social scene, you’ve always heard about Chitose Yo and his womanizing ways. He was that one guy who was always surrounded by girls in parties, eventually leaving soon with his (victim) date.

But you’ve never actually interacted with him until your Business Policy class. You weren’t surprised when he comes to class late, giving the professor a sheepish grin and grabbing the empty seat next to you.

He didn’t notice your presence until the professor called out your name during attendance. You knew you were a goner once he turned to look at you, slowly checking you out with an infuriating (albeit, sexy) smirk on his face.

It took you approximately two classes to be charmed by him, and a party to sleep with him.

You guys become fuck buddies, and you become accustomed to the “you up?” texts he sends around 3 a.m. (obviously turns out to be full blown sexting between you two).

As much as you hate to admit it, you eventually catch feelings for him. Not only is he the best dick you ever had, he is a genuinely funny and charming person.

Unfortunately for you though, Chitose is strict on his “stay away from relationships” rule. You know that if he ever finds out about your change in feelings, he will lose interest and cut all contact with you (and you honestly don’t think you’ll be able to take that), so you bottle it up and pretend not to care when you hear of him sleeping with someone else (this asshole even asked you to join him and this other girl for a threesome), or when he always chooses party and alcohol over you.

In the bright side (well, as bright as it can be), he’s at least honest with where you guys stand and doesn’t string you along. But you know that’s just bare minimum at this point.

You thought you were able to endure it all. But then that happened.

You guys were having sex when your roommate went out. And for once, he was actually being super romantic and soft with you. For a moment, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he’s finally coming around. But that all changes once called out a name that definitely was not yours.

Oh. Oh.

Needless to say, it got awkward real quick and you guys didn’t finish.

He admits to you that he called out his ex girlfriend’s name...His ex girlfriend from high school... Someone who he never got over, and how their breakup affected him a lot more than you thought.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I think you should leave.” You don’t think you can do this anymore. Fortunately, Chitose does not fight back and immediately leaves.

This guy needs a therapist, but that’s not your job.

Dewa

So heres how it goes: you know Dewa through Chitose (who you were so close to having sex with but the party you guys were hooking up in was crashed by the R.A. (it was one of those small, congested parties held in a dorm)). And you know that he’s not your biggest fan since he thinks you share one brain cell with Chitose and all of his other girlie friends (doesn’t help that you once threw up in his favorite hat during a party)

That’s fine with you cause you don’t like guys who act like there’s a stick up their ass anyway.

Dewa is a different type from his friends. Where his friends were loud, obnoxious, and brass, Dewa has a superior complex in which he thinks he’s better than everyone else (honestly with that attitude, he might as well be part of the student govt. rather than a frat house). To this day, no one knows how him and Chitose are best friends.

But you can’t deny that underneath his glasses and that ridiculous derpy hat, he’s hot. A different kind of hot from Chitose, but hot (and that you really wouldn’t mind riding him, but that’s a conversation for another day).

He’s one of the few students who actually knows what the fuck is going on in your accounting class, so you couldn’t help but swallow your pride and ask him to tutor you (unless you wanted to retake this class for the third time).

So you both agree to meet up in the campus’ library during the weekend when its more quiet than usual and there’s not that much people around, and you’re not sure how you feel about that (but it’s only an hour long tutoring session. You will be able to tolerate him for that long, right?).

So far, the tutoring session has been pretty surprisingly quiet, aside from a couple of snarky remarks from Dewa, which you chose to ignore (considering your temper and mouth, that is a feat and honestly, you deserve to treat yourself once the session ends).

You were just about to think that maybe getting tutored by Dewa wasn’t so bad until you felt a warm hand slide up your thigh (you just had to wear shorts too, dammit).

You looked up at him in shock, only to see that he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his gaze was locked on your exam paper, and if it wasn’t for the hand on your thigh, you wouldn’t think he was interested in you. “Wow, you’re stupid. You seriously don’t know the difference between a balance sheet and an income statement? That’s some basic elementary shit right there,” he remarks in a bland tone.

“Shut the fuck up, I already told you that I don’t fucking get this shit,” you snap back at him. But as you two were arguing, his hand keeps sliding higher and higher till you eventually reach over and stop his hand.

Only then does he look up from the paper to glance at you. “I can leave if you’re not interested.”

You take a good look at him, wondering what he’s playing at. You decide to play along, eventually loosening up and letting his hand continue its journey.

Throughout the session, he “rewards” you with a kiss on different parts of your body (from innocent places like the inside of your wrist to more dangerous places like your inner thigh), every time you get an answer right. It didn’t take that long for you both to end the session quick, immediately rushing over to his dorm.

(And boy, did he look cute moaning underneath you while you rode the fuck out of him).

Maybe it was stupid of you to think otherwise, but you made the mistake of asking him about the next tutoring session, and how you guys can grab lunch right after.

The look he gave you made you feel like utter shit. “You don’t really think I’d go on a date with a girl like you, right? I thought I made it obvious that I have higher standards than Chitose.”

Despite the angry tears threatening to drop (dammit, you promised yourself that you would never cry over a boy), you immediately slapped Dewa before quickly dressing up and getting the fuck out of his dorm.

He’s not a fuckboy like his friends, but you’re beginning to think that he’s a lot worse.

Fuck him (and this time, not literally).

Eric

Probably the more intimidating one out of his group since you don’t think you can ever recall him with a genuine smile on his face (and no, those sinister smirks don’t count). But that didn’t matter to a lot of girls, including you.

Despite his quiet and standoffish demeanor, Eric is noticed for his Eurocentric features, accent, and witty remarks.

In your eyes, he fit the look of a European prince who has come to take you far, far away from everyone else and live happily ever after (yes, you’re in college, not in middle school).

You genuinely had a crush on him when you first saw him, but never had the guts to talk to him, let alone confess, since you’ve seen him coldly reject other girls (as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not good at dealing with rejection).

But you’re pretty sure you got over him since you now share an English literature class with him (you’re not sure why he’s even in this class if all he does is sleep) and actually got to know him. Somewhat.

Whenever you would participate in class discussions, whether it would be to discuss the current book you’re reading or to speak in english, you would always hear a smartass remark or question from him, which usually ends up with you looking dumb in front of the whole class.

It especially doesn’t help that he stares you down while he calls you out on any mispronunciations you make. And you don’t think you’ve ever felt as self conscious as you do in this class because of him.

You do hate him for it but you don’t really stand up for yourself against him (he’s too intimidating and you like to pick your own battles).

And to be fair, he’s probably just being an asshole. He doesn’t really know who you are (or care).

That’s what you thought until you go to the party thrown by his friends one night.

And maybe it��s because of the alcohol in your system, but you immediately snap at him when he mocks your broken English accent.

So used to you not speaking back to him, Eric couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow before letting out a chuckle. “So she speaks!” he says in a sarcastic tone. But before you can reply, he immediately leans over and kisses you.

You won’t deny and claim that you never thought about kissing Eric, you’ve had way too many daydreams with him. But this kiss was nothing like the kiss you imagined in your daydreams.

For someone who appears quiet and somewhat soft-spoken, Eric kisses rough, and it’s nowhere near romantic as you wanted it to be. His hands grip on to your shoulders tightly, before sliding over to your hips to pull you closer. You pull back from the kiss, in favor of placing kisses on his neck and collarbone.

(You didn’t imagine getting with Eric like this, but you weren’t going to let go of this opportunity, either).

He eventually pulled you into a nearby room, making sure to kick out the half naked couple that was on the bed. It wasn’t too long before he pounded into you while you were on your hands and knees.

Once it’s over, you were left staring at the ceiling while he puts his clothes back on. Without a word, he leaves the bedroom.

So much for a prince charming, huh?

Fujishima

The Soft Boy™

Double majors in animal biology and zoology to become a vet for fuck’s sake.

You start talking to him cause he’s probably the softest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, despite his appearance.

But boy were you wrong (x2).

He listens to you attentively, offering kind words and good (generic) advice, assuring you that he’s nothing like those other boys (he’s lying, look at his friend group).

Tells you that unlike those other guys who want to fuck and dump you, he wants to get to know you and make love to you.

And everything is all fine and dandy until holy shit, you realize that this sweetheart you’ve been talking to, has a dark secret.

He’s a furry.

A. Goddamn. Furry.

Legit has a fursona in the form of an Ethiopian wolf (hint: cause its red). But he also likes dabbling into mythology so sometimes he would take the form of a lycan.

You indulge his fantasies for a while, thinking that yeah it’s weird but at least he doesn’t have a foot fetish (but it is worse than a foot fetish) and how no one’s perfect.

You wear animal costumes to sex. At first, it starts out with pretty normal costumes like a playboy bunny. Then it starts to get weird and oddly specific with wolf costumes, roleplay scenarios as animals during mating session...

Once you were finally close to getting into a commitment with him, he starts acting funny.

When you let him know that you’re not super comfortable with your eccentric foreplay, he gets offended and starts sprouting bullshit about you being just like the other girls, which is so disappointing cause he thought you would be different and actually understand his rather…unconventional needs.

Needless to say, you ended up blocking him. You needed to preserve your sanity, after all.

#k project #k return of kings #homra #yata misaki #homra x reader #mine

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Tsurune Blu-ray Vol. 3 Drama CD Translation

This was long overdue but we’ve got volume 1 translated now! I must confess the entire time I worked on this after everything that’s happened lately I kind of just. Forgot the title of the track so I had to run and dig it out as I’m posting.

As always please ask for permission before using our translations! But otherwise please enjoy~

Tsui ni Kaikin!? Kaito to Masa-san no Naresome

(arrows being shot) Seiya: (claps)* I’ll retrieve the arrows! (leaves) Kaito: Nanao, could you come and look at my shooting form? In case it isn’t flowing smoothly* again. Nanao: Hmm~ It looks fine though? Kaito: It feels like my arrow tip droops down the moment I become unaware of it. Minato: Maybe try it while being conscious of your whole body? Kaito: Huh? Minato: I mean, things like the method, angle, or the amount of pressure, just forget all that and do it how you’d like. Kaito: (hesitant) Minato: Er, how do I say this...maybe “looking at it in perspective” works? Ryohei, nervous: Minato has a point, doesn’t he..!* Nanao: Yeah, yeah! On the other hand, it’ll be just as bad if you get too hung up on it. Kaito: Alright. Ryohei & Nanao: Eh- Kaito: What’s with that ‘eh’? Ryohei: Eh, no, well- it’s just... Kaito: Huh..? Narumiya, your hakama’s slipping down. Minato: Eh? Ah, true, it’s gotten loose. Thanks, Onogi. (rustling fabric, probably Minato fixing his hakama) Nanao: Somehow, it’s like Kacchan and Minato are… Ryohei: Getting along..? Kaito: Hah? You’ve got it wrong. Nanao: No, no, compared to before, you totally get along better! You’re even exchanging advice with each other. Kaito: Advice like this is nothing, isn’t it? Minato: But I’m still glad you told me, if I got caught on the hem and fell, it wouldn’t be good.* Kaito: The preliminaries for the prefectural tournament are coming up, so it’s best you quit it with those amateurish mistakes. Minato: Yeah. Seiya: (walks back in carrying arrows and returns them) I’ve finished retrieving the arrows. ...Er, did something happen? Ryohei and Nanao are grinning. Nanao: Hmm~~ Not really~ Ryohei: We were just talking about getting along and doing our best at prefecturals! Kaito: Oi… Minato: That’s right, for Tommy-sensei and Masa-san too. Ryohei: Oh now that you say that, when Masa-san came here to be our coach, Kaito called him “Masa-san” too, didn’t he? Kaito, hesitating a bit: ...Yeah. Ryohei: Are you and Masa-san close? Did you know each other? Kaito, smug: You could say that. Ryohei: And Minato only met him at Yata Shrine this year… Minato: Ah, yeah. Ryohei: What about Kaito? Kaito, really smug: I knew him much longer before that. Ryohei, excited: Ehhhh?? Around when? How’d you meet? Nanao: Well, that was a story from when Kacchan’s face was cuter and isn’t as scary as it is now, wasn’t it? Kaito: Don’t say gross things. Nanao, acting narrator: On the morning of that day, Kacchan was running late so he ran with all his might… In-story Kaito, running: Oh nooo~ I’m going to be late~! (bumps into someone) Ah~! Owwie… Nanao: Kacchan, who turned the corner, bumped into someone and said... In-story Kaito: Watch it! That could’ve been dangerous! (~gasps~) In-story Masa-san: Are you alright, little flighty one? In-story Kaito: (sparkling sound effect) My prince..? Nanao: And that was the start of Kacchan and Masa-san’s relationship.* Kaito: Tha- Ryohei: Ehhh!! It’s kind of like a manga, isn’t it?! Kaito: Because it is from a manga! Don’t just believe it! Ryohei: Wha...eh? Minato: It isn’t true? Kaito: I just told you it wasn’t. Nanao: (laughs) Sorry, sorry~ I was just messing around a little. It really went like… (raining) In-story Masa-san: I see, so you were abandoned? In-story Kaito: (kicked puppy noise) Nanao: That abandoned puppy was- Kaito: I'll knock you to the ground! Nanao: (laughs) No way~ I didn’t even say anything yet~~ Minato: Eh? So there wasn’t any abandoned puppy? Kaito: Didn’t I just say it wasn’t that kind of story!? Seiya: Then when did you and Takigawa-san meet? Kaito: …Fifth grade. Ryohei: Fifth grade?! Ehh, that really is from way back! Kaito: I guess so. Ryohei: How did it go? Kaito: ...That’s- Nanao: On that day, it- Kaito: You don’t get to talk, Nanao. You don’t know anything about it! Ryohei: Eh, Nanao doesn’t know either? Nanao: He just told me “Masa-san saved him” and that was it. Minato: If you don’t want to talk about it then, it’s fine, you don’t need to force yourself. Kaito: It’s not like I don’t want to. (various noises from the bg) Kaito: It was during the summer of fifth grade when I went to a fireworks show that he saved me. Ryohei: Ehhhh, that’s cutting it too short! Seiya: Saved you from what? Nanao: We need all the details.* Kaito: What I mean is, Masa-san saved me when I got caught in with some delinquents. Minato, concerned: Delinquents? Even though you were only a grade-schooler? Nanao: (sighs) Ah… Kacchan, you hit your growth spurt around then, right? You could’ve maybe even passed for a middle-schooler. Kaito: I was already really antsy since I lost sight of my parents, and those people just casually came over and got me involved. Nanao: (laughs) You were totally misunderstood, huh? Ryohei: Like, “What’re you glaring at, bastard?” or something? Kaito: I wasn’t. Minato: And then? Kaito: Well, after that, there wasn’t really...The way I saw it, there wasn’t anything else I could do but run from there, but then someone carrying this long stick spoke up, saying, “Now, now, calm down.*” (huffs) ...I don’t remember the rest of it that well! Ryohei: By ‘long stick’ you mean…a bow? Kaito: Yeah. I didn’t know anything about kyuudou that time. When I saw a hakama I’d only think of kendo and stuff like that. Seiya: If you were in fifth grade then that means, Takigawa-san was a college freshman? Nanao: Masa-san as a uni student, huh...somehow, I can’t imagine it! Minato: Is that the reason you started kyuudou? Kaito: I only learned Masa-san did kyuudou a long while after that. Even if I asked him to teach me, he’d turn me down and say, “There’s no way a university student can teach you.” Ryohei: Aww… Kaito: So I only properly started archery when I got into middle school. Seiya: You didn’t think of trying out other clubs? For someone of your build, there’d be a lot trying to recruit you, right? Nanao: I even tried inviting him to soccer once since a face-off between cousins sounds fun, doesn’t it? Kaito: I’m not interested in things like that. Nanao: Seeee? (disappointed tone) Kacchan’s this kind of person. Ryohei: Didn’t Nanao pick kyuudou over soccer too though? You went to different middle schools right, so wouldn’t it be fine to pick different clubs? Nanao: That’s because there’s no way I can lose to Kacchan, is there? Kaito: Nanao you… Nanao: Well that and ever since the summer of our fifth year, up until we got into middle school, aaalllll he’d talk about was “kyuudou this, kyuudou that” so much that even I got brainwashed into it. Kaito: Hah? Who’s brainwashing who? Seiya: Somehow...I think I know what you mean. Nanao: Right?? Minato: I wonder how Masa-san drew his bow when he was in middle school or high school. I wish I could’ve seen it. Kaito: I’m definitely sure he hit the target a lot. Ryohei: Maybe there’s pictures from that time! Nanao: I’ll ask Ren-san about them next time~ Minato: Thanks. Kaito: If you get some, send them over to me, okay? Nanao: Heh~~ Does Kacchan want to see them as well? Kaito: (sputters) S-Shut up, ‘s there a problem with that!? Ryohei: Ah, he’s turning red! This is what they call “tsundere”, right? Kaito: Idi- you- I don’t- You’re wrong!! Nanao: More like he hit bullseye, didn’t he~? You targeted Minato so much at first because you rejected* the fact that Masa-san accepted him, right? Kaito: That’s not it! It’s got nothing to do with Masa-san at all. Narumiya was being indecisive and it annoyed me, that’s it. Minato: Ah- I’m sorry!! Kaito, struggling: ...It’s this part of you that I can’t see eye to eye with! Ryohei: Ehh~~ Nanao: (laughing) Yes, yes~ Seiya: I understand how you feel. Minato: Eh? Seiya: (softly scoffs) It’s great that we were able to find out how Onogi and Takigawa-san met. It really was a shoujo-manga-like meeting, wasn’t it? Kaito: It was not a shoujo manga!!

Notes: -Not exactly a translation note but more a kyuudou tidbit: you gotta clap as you say you’re about to go get the arrows so the people know to stop shooting and well. Not shoot you. -My old friend 水流(mizunagare)/flow of water. There’s a lot of stretching for context for this one folks but I went with the assumption of Kaito thinking his form isn’t ‘flowing’ well. -This is usually written as ‘some truth’ but that doesn’t really sound like Ryohei imo -I can’t find for sure what Minato said back there but I’m going intelligent guess it’s that, if I happen to figure it out I’ll edit it properly right away! -Since Nanao was poking fun at Kaito here yes that is exactly what he said, the word is 馴れ初め(naresome) it’s also in the title~ -Nanao literally said ‘5w1h’ aka the who/what/when/where/why and how of a situation. -Usually I would use just “now, now” or “there, there” for まあまあ but leaving it as just that seemed really incomplete. -The word (反採用/hansaiyou) Nanao says in itself doesn’t exist as a ‘word’ per se in japanese though literally it means ‘opposite of acceptance’ from 反(han)/anti-, in opposition and 採用(saiyou)/acceptance, appointment so. Rejection.

#tsurune #tsurune: kazemai koukou kyuudoubu #translations #Drama CD translation #you know the drill just ask before using #narumiya minato #takehaya seiya #onogi kaito #kisaragi nanao #yamanouchi ryouhei

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vanillerosegold · 6 years ago

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Flame | Yandere!Yata x Reader | K-Project

“...Care to fucking explain this?”

If there was one thing that Yata was sorely lacking in, it was tact. Not only was he bad with women, he was just bad with people in general. His temper was such a short wick that often every second word would be a vulgar swear.

It was something you'd found quite cute about him in the old days. But three months into dating him, you'd started to realize how damning his attitude could be. Especially the paranoid part of it.

He was sitting at the bar, clutching your phone, which he had of course taken without asking permission. Displayed on the screen was a series of messages, sent between you and a male friend from high school. They were purely innocent, but that didn't matter to Yata. You were chatting with another man, and even if all you were talking about was the latest development in your mutually favorite TV show, he didn't like it.

“Yata, I was only chatting with him!” you insisted, before breaking off into a yawn that you were unable to hold back. “It's late...I think we should both go to sleep like the others...” “Oh, I'm sorry-” Yata suddenly stood up from Izumo's precious bar and took a threatening step towards you. His head tilted while he spoke in a mocking tone, “-Am I boring you? Am I making you sleepy?”

“Y-Yata...don't get mad okay...” you quickly cowered back, but he was in your face in seconds. This had been happening more and more frequently lately. It was like he couldn't control himself. “You really expect me not to get mad at you!? You're off texting yet another asshole I don't know, and shrugging it off like you always do! Don't you give a shit about how I feel!?”

You couldn't do this. A line had to be drawn somewhere, and frankly, you just couldn't handle it anymore. “...I...I'm going to bed...” Turning, you intended to do just that. Instantly, you heard a crack that made you stop right in your tracks. Daring to look back, your heart dropped ten feet as you saw your phone being compressed like a coke can in his grip.

He stared at you eerily, eyes like the last glowing embers on a blackened piece of wood. “...If there was nothing for me to worry about...why would you be avoiding all my questions? I think I should just pay this friend of yours a nice little visit, hm? Would you like that, [Y/N]? How would you like him cooked, [Y/N]? Charred or grilled?”

Instantly, your eyes welled with tears. You didn't care about the phone, you only cared that Yata didn't do anything to hurt the other people you cared for in your life. Rushing forth towards him you reached up and clutched his white shirt desperately, gazing up at the messy haired boy who was pretty much always wearing that beanie he liked. His appearance was how you'd always known it to be, but this monster he had become...

“N-no Yata wait! L-let's just slow down, alright!? I-I made a mistake, talking with him, and I'm sorry! But really, I...I swear there's nothing going on between us! P...please, Y-Yata...you have to believe me!” You were tugging on his shirt, begging him with all those tears in your eyes. And he loved it.

Yata dropped the phone that was now broken beyond repair, and suddenly grappled you with both hands, swinging you over on top of the beloved bar and thrusting you down against it. “Ah-! Y-Yata wait!” you quickly squeaked, but one hand clamped down against your mouth, and he leaned over you closely, climbing on top of you in the process while he spoke ominously: “Prove your love to me then, and maybe I'll think twice about what I was planning. But if you can't do that then I guess I'll just have to kill all your little boy toys...and maybe, for good measure-”

To your fright, Yata suddenly summoned a flame in his hand, holding it dangerously close to the wooden surface of the bar top. “That's right. Funny that they let a firestarter like me live in a building with such expensive furniture, but fuck it. If I burn this whole place to the ground too then I won't have to worry at all.”

Instantly you were shaking your head, breathing shakily. “N-no...you can't...why would you!? M-Mikoto...Izumo...none of the others would ever try to-” “Can you guarantee it?”

His question threw you for a loop, and Yata took advantage of your stunned silence, lowering himself right over you. His chest pressed firmly to yours, one hand holding the flame threateningly close to your cheek, his head on the other side, whispering in your ear: “You can't get inside any of their heads, [Y/N]. You don't know what they're thinking...but based on my own thoughts...I can guess...”

The other hand started to stroke down your side and you gasped desperately, shaking all the more as he deftly caressed your curves. The look in his eyes was almost dirty. “They'll imagine you in all sorts of ways...” he murmured, “Is that really what you want? Guys biting their lips around you all the time, barely holding themselves back? I know I don't want that...”

Yata suddenly pulled up, looking down into your desperately glistening eyes and cracking a smirk. He made sure you were still very much caged between his legs as he pretty much stayed sitting on top of you. At the very least he let the flame dissipate just so he could take your cheeks in both hands and squeeze them slightly.

“Other men will want you just as badly as I do, that's how it is. But you only belong to me...so if you don't want me to fry them all to a crisp then you need to find some way of keeping yourself away from them all...” You knew where this was going. You knew what he wanted to hear. If only you had known so many months earlier though, that things would pan out this way. You would have never even let HOMRA take you under their wing in the first place.

At first you had truly loved Yata, and in many ways you still did. He was often sweet and almost shy, blushing and a little stiff with romance. He was capable of love even if in a slightly awkward manner, and that was all very endearing. Certainly, he'd fiercely protect you too, especially from those who tried to hurt you (namely Scepter 4 members).

Yet he also had this awful side to him too. At times it would suddenly flicker to life, triggered by the smallest thing, and you'd have to deal with a monster. Someone who was actually more of a threat to you than anyone else.

There was a burn mark on your arm from the first time you'd crossed him, back when you'd still foolishly thought it was okay to openly meet up with a male friend for coffee. Needless to say, instead of a bitter drink you'd only suffered a bitter scar. It was no one-off either. You knew that if you pushed him he'd happily do it again.

It was all for the sake of a twisted love he held. This love had caught onto you, and you had no way of putting it out now. You just had to suffer. But you weren't going to drag anyone else into it if you could help it.

Even if it still caused some pain, especially for you, you were willing. “...I...I won't talk to anyone else at school, from now on. I-I promise, I'll never do this again...”

Your words were like a cooling medicine. Yata instantly seemed to calm a little, and his creepy expression softened into something that was simply delirious and needy. “See? How simple was that, [Y/N]?”

He sealed that tragic promise of yours with a kiss right there on the counter top. His hands still gripped you closely, but you knew you weren't going anywhere. He bit your tongue like some sort of miniature punishment, but you took it.

You accepted it. Because the alternative...was so much worse.

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ridiasfangirlings · 4 months ago

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Sarumi AU where Saruhiko is a pro gamer who plays online games all day in his computer and only drinks coffee for his dinner. One time Saruhiko ended up inside his computer in the game he was playing (he was playing some fighting game) That's where he saw and met Misaki

Yup, that’s how you get isekaied all right. Imagine Fushimi who almost never leaves his house and makes money as a pro gamer, he enters random tournaments and never shows his face because even that is a pain. He only does single player PvP too, every so often other gamers will reach out to him and try to get him to join a team for a pro league and Fushimi just deletes their emails. He doesn’t see any point in interacting with the rest of the world, as far as he’s concerned it’s just a pain to deal with other people and he would rather be alone living off coffee and Caloriemate. One day he receives a mysterious game in the mail which claims to be a free trial that was sent out to multiple gamers. Normally Fushimi would be suspicious of such a thing but he’s been feeling unwell lately and he figures playing a new game will give him something else to focus on, and anyway he’s received advance game copies before. He starts the game up and it’s a fighting game, Fushimi finds the character selection screen a little underwhelming. Like look at this one fighter, some short redhead with a bat even though it’s a fantasy setting, how stupid.

He starts playing but begins to feel dizzy, he puts his controller down and goes to get an aspirin but ends up passing out. He wakes up to someone shaking him, Fushimi grumbles ‘annoying’ and puts out a hand to wave them away, accidentally smacking the person in the face. The guy who was trying to wake him up squawks indignantly and Fushimi opens his eyes, sitting up and asking why someone else is in his apartment. The guy beside him is like uh what are you talking about and Fushimi realizes he’s outside, in some kind of stadium. Next to him is a short redhead with a bat and imagine Fushimi just giving this flat look like ‘really’ because he’s played his fair share of isekai games and this has to be a stupid dream. The guy introduces himself as Yata and Fushimi grumbles ‘I know’ before he can stop himself, Yata’s all flattered because to think he’s just started in ‘the Games’ and he already has a fan. Fushimi’s like I’m not your fan Misaki and Yata’s like wait how did you know my first name I don’t tell that to anyone. Fushimi mutters ‘the character selection screen,’ Yata has no idea what he’s talking about but Fushimi doesn’t look well so Yata figures he should take Fushimi to the med tent to check on him.

As he’s being looked over Fushimi realizes that he really did get isekaied, and even worse he’s wearing a wristband that proclaims him as a contestant in these battle games. Fushimi decides he’ll have to survive this to escape the game and figures that Yata seems stupid and gullible so Fushimi will just use him to learn all about the games and how to beat them. Yata doesn’t know what’s up with this weird skinny guy who somehow joined the games but he’s always happy to help and explains how the whole thing is like a big gladiator-style fighting ring and whoever wins gets a big prize. Imagine Yata thinks Fushimi should probably drop out because he seems pretty weak but then in his first fight Fushimi wins by using knives and strategy and now Yata thinks that this Saruhiko guy is amazing. Fushimi is determined to just use Yata to win his way up the ranks but when Misaki says ‘amazing’ it makes his heart skip a beat and as they spend more time together he realizes something horrible: he actually likes Misaki, and he doesn’t want to go back to the world where Misaki doesn’t exist. But at the same time he doesn’t know what will happen if he loses here either, and part of him is aware that as Yata keeps winning too they might have to eventually face each other.

#sarumi #Talking K #see drink too much coffee and play mysterious games and you get isekaied #and meet cute angry redheads #imagine Fushimi realizing he doesn't want to go home bc he hates home #but thinking whatever he does he'll end up losing Misaki #and hating that he cares about a video game character this much

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quiet-night-musings · 4 years ago

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Justine and Just Him (02)

02 - Not All Magic Wands are Pointy Sticks

2. Start a new hobby

"The first thing you need to know is how to make a slip knot for crochet. You need to cast the yarn onto the hook so you can start crocheting. It's simple. Quickly twist and loop the yarn onto the hook, wrap the yarn under the hook and pull it through the loop to tighten. It will look awkward. But don't worry. Just keep practicing and you'll master it."

"What's that?" biglang dumungaw si Tasha sa cellphone ko. "Crochet? You know how to crochet?"

"Just watching. Ang cute, eh," I reasoned out and locked my phone.

I don't know why but of all hobbies that I could think of—crochet ruled out everything else. At first, I picked cross-stitch but I realized that I'd be needing a lot of threads in different colors to complete a project. So I switched to scrapbooking but eventually gave up the idea because I'm not artistic. In the end, crochet it is. Maybe it had something to do with the crochet bikini top I found on an online shop. It's so cute and I want to own one too. When I read the reviews, others mentioned how bad it was made. And that they could make a better piece. It piqued my interest and searched how to make a crochet bikini top.

Voila! I found loads of tutorial videos on YouTube. Natuwa ako nang malaman na ang dami palang magagawa with yarns and a needle. I don't need dozens of colored threads or adhesive and embellishments like in cross-stitch and scrapbooking. Sa crochet, isang kulay lang ng sinulid at isang hook, marami ng magagawa. Maliban sa bikini top, may bikini bottom din pala. Akala ko kasi dati scarf at mga cover-ups lang ang pwede.

My excitement led me to buy a dozen of yarn, new scissors, and crochet needles of different sizes. I already have a plan. I'm going to crochet a bikini top for my best friends. A perfect present if I could finish them all before Christmas. But I'm confident. It's so easy. Or at least I thought.

"Crochet is mag burda?" tanong ni Nadia.

"Embroidery 'yon. Gantsilyo ang crochet," I informed her.

"Di ba pang-matatanda!"

"Sa matatanda lang ba 'yon?" kunot-noong napabaling si Gevi.

"It's a craft for all ages," Tasha interjected.

Thank God sinabi ni Tasha 'yun. Nahiya ako ng kaunti dahil sa sinabi ni Nadia. I almost revealed that I'm learning the craft to surprise them. Now I'm doubting if they will like it. Do they like handmade gifts?

We've known each other for almost six years now and classmates kami since Grade 7. They went to different elementary schools while I studied here since kindergarten. The bond between us four didn't start great.

Nadia envied Tasha, terribly. Tasha was from Australia and their family moved to the Philippines due to her grandmother's condition. She was so sweet and nice when we first met. Akala ko maldita kasi ang nipis ng kilay at parating mukang mataray. But she turned out different from what I thought.

My seatmate was Nadia. Akala ko ang bait-bait. I mean... she's not evil. But in the next days that we sat together, I noticed her remarks on other people, especially to Tasha. She would often make fun of our classmates who can't answer when called. Ang judgemental niya! Nang minsan pa nagkasama kami mag recess, she eyed Tasha with a raised brow, from head to toe. Her smirk and her eye roll didn't escape my sight. Napatanong tuloy ako kung tama na kaibiganin siya.

I thought it was just that one instance. But during lunch breaks, Nadia's eyes would follow Tasha and comment 'Akala mo kung sinong maganda.' Akala ko ako ang sinasabihan niya nung una. But she was quick to honestly tell me she was referring to Tasha. Wala namang ginagawa ang tao sa kanya pero bakit ang init ng dugo niya sa isa. I was hesitant to ask why she was acting that way towards Tasha. They never talked. So why?

Gevilyn, or Gevi as she prefers to be called 'coz she hates the Lyn in her name, was quiet. She would only talk to you if needed. At ang 'needed' na 'yon eh kung tungkol sa K-pop. The girl is a diehard K-pop fanatic. Ang sabi niya nagsimula lang 'yon nang marinig niya ang kanta ng Big Bang sa isang TV show. And it was the same song they danced to during an event. After that, nagsunod-sunod na ang pagkahilig niya sa K-Pop. She surprised me one day when she approached me and talked about EXO. I'm not a fan but I've heard the name. She told me about them like she's the marketing operations manager of the boy group. I enjoyed her company and realized that she was far from the person I thought at first.

Nadia's envy towards Tasha ended when they were paired for a class activity. I don't know exactly what happened and how Nadia transformed into a different person in a matter of a day. Yesterday she was sneering at Tasha, the next day they're giggling together. I didn't ask her or Tasha. The question is still there at the back of my mind though. Maybe I will when the time is right.

We're currently on a break but working on a seat work for the next subject. I studied each of them. Tasha owns knitted scarves and cardigans. I'm positive she will like a crochet bikini top too. Gevi loves to draw and print shirts. She loves the beach and even posted her photos on IG in a bikini. I guess she will love a crochet bikini top. Nadia... she loves branded stuff. I wonder if she will accept my gift.

Ah! Bahala na. I'll make the bikini top first and worry about it when I'm about to give it to them. Why bother now if it hasn't happened yet? Waste of energy.

WHAT A BOLD move to crochet a boho bikini top. I searched for patterns and it only gave me a headache. Iyong akala mong madali kasi yarn at sinulid lang ang kailangan pero sasakit pala ang ulo ko kakabilang kung ilang stiches ang kailangan gawin.

Not only do I need to count the number of stitches. After making a long chain, I have to change stitches in between. There are single crochet, double crochet, and slip stitch.

Natapos ko na ang chain kasi 'yon ang pinakamadaling gawin. Dire-diretso lang hanggang makagawa ng mahabang chain. But the important part of the bikini top is the cup. Iyong tatakip sa dibdib.

"Chain one... turn... single crochet into next 9... three single crochet... single crochet into next 9..." I read the instruction.

Gosh! Ang daming numbers!

Gusto kong ipahinga ang utak ko sa mga numero pero itong ginagawa ko kailangan din pala magbilang. Hindi yata ako tatakasan ng mga numero. Sa school numbers na ang kaharap ko. Even in my new found hobby, numbers pa rin? Ugh!

I went to YouTube. I searched for the easiest DIY tutorial. Iyong less complicated at para talaga sa beginners. I was able to follow on the first two rows. But I got confused when the video skipped and it showed an almost done cup.

"What the hell? Paano naging ganyan 'yan?" I exclaimed.

I didn't notice that I began to sweat. Matindi na rin ang pagkunot ng noo ko kumpara kanina habang nagsisimula pa lang. Sino ba kasi ang hindi mamo-mroblema? I thought I'm watching a step by step tutorial. 'Yong per row ang ituturo. 'Yong sasabayan ang mga beginners sa pag crochet. I don't care how long the video is. I just want a detailed tutorial! Ugh!

Dahil sa sobrang frustration, pinatay ko ang laptop at niligpit ang yarn at needle. I don't want to see them until the week ends. It will only remind me of my impatience.

I was confident that I could finish at least one of the cups tonight. But looks like I have to put this off for the weekend.

NAIWAN AKO NI DAD. Hindi naman niya kasalanan kasi hindi naman talaga ako sumasabay or nagpapahatid sa kanya sa school. I forgot he was going to leave earlier than usual today. May school bus kami at gusto ko na sumakay doon. Minsan diyahe lang kung hindi ko maabutan sa labas ng village then I arrive late during homerooms.

It was only 7:15 and the school bus often passes outside the village by 7:30. Hindi ako nagmadaling maglakad papuntang bus stop. Hindi naman malayo ang bahay namin sa exit. At isa pa, ang ganda kaya ng sikat ng araw kapag ganitong oras. Hindi gaanong mainit at masakit sa mata at balat. Nakaka-relax din kasi maraming mga puno. Gusto ko maglakad sa gitna talaga ng daan pero pumapagilid ako kapag may marinig akong daraan na sasak—

Ugh! So early in the morning at siya pa talaga agad makikita ko?

I instantly halted from walking towards the bus stop when I saw him. He was standing there— one hand in his pant pocket and the other on his backpack strap. He was tapping his left foot, probably listening to a song.

Whatever! Dito na lang ako maghihintay ng bus. Malayo sa kanya! I don't know where this annoyance towards him comes from. Just the sight of him could ruin my day. Gosh, Lord. Napaka-early naman nito. Ano ba ang nagawa kong mali ngayong araw, or kahapon? Hindi ko na uulitin.

Minutes after, the bus arrived. Hinintay ko muna siyang maka akyat bago ako naglakad palapit doon.

Bwes— I stopped from mentally cursing. Hindi dapat. I shouldn't. Maaga pa masyado. Kinalma ko ang sarili pagkatungtong ko sa loob ng bus. Iyong pwesto ko kasi inupuan niya. Ugh! I don't like sitting at the back of the bus but now I need to. Ayaw ko siyang katabi!

"WHAT IS THE ROLE OF BUSINESS FINANCE?"

Walang laman ang utak ko. I studied last night pero walang na-retain? Alam mo 'yong buong gabi ka naman nagbasa at nag-aral pero wala kang mapiga sa utak mo. And I hate it. What if tawagin ako for recitation? Tapos wala akong masagot. That's embarrassing.

"Para kang ipis! Huwag ka magtago diyan," udyok ni Nadia pero hindi ko siya sinunod.

I ducked even lower behind Felix to hide from our lecturer's sight. Good thing Felix has broad shoulders and he sits straight. I noticed his smoothly ironed uniform. I wonder if he washes and irons his uniform. Hmm, I don't think so. Boys are lazy. Si Kuya nga, eh. Never kong nakitang maghugas ng pinggan or magligpit ng plato niya. He would even ask Ate Elvi to wash his handkerchiefs.

I discreetly tittered when I was reminded of that time. May lalaki kayang naglalaba? I glanced at Mond, the guy sitting beside Felix, and his pants were smoothly ironed too. His right socks took a peek when he moved and it was clean. Hmm, he's a rich kid. Hindi siya naglalaba.

Hmm... wala pa kong nakikitang lalaki na naglala—

Oh... I found him at the laundry shop.

I grimaced. Ugh! Bakit siya pa? Bakit siya na naman? I couldn't contain my annoyance when his face flashed into my mind. 'Yong itsura pa niya mismo na mukhang natatawa nung lingunin ko ang naalala ko.

I shook it off my head and sighed heavily before sitting straight.

"Justine, what are the scopes of financial management?"

Great. Just great!

"MUKHA KANG baka na kakatayin!" Nadia's boisterous laugh roared in the hallway.

Ano ba ang mukha ng baka kapag kakatayin na? Silly. I imagined a cow in a slaughterhouse. Ehh... it's gruesome. Sanay na ako sa mga panlalait ni Nadia. Mas malala pa nga noon mga sinasabi niya sa iba kumpara sa ngayon. If there's something I don't want to hear from her, it's her laugh. Her annoying, irritating, and pesky laugh. Iyong malakas na halakhak na nakaka insulto. Ganun!

One time, Gevi shoved a polvoron into her mouth and that shut her up. It was hilarious.

"Nag message ka pa kagabi. Sabi mo nag-aaral ka. Saan na napunta ang inaral mo?" tanong ni Gevi habang nasa pila kami.

I picked chicken cordon bleu for lunch. Favorite kong ulamin kapag nasa school. And we agreed to have it for lunch every Tuesday.

"I don't know really. My mind just went blank," I replied and we went to our table.

"Nasaan ba ang isip mo kanina at nawalan ng laman yang brains mo?" tanong ni Nadia.

"Brain. Isa lang ang brain ng tao, Nadia," Gevi corrected her which Nadia didn't mind. Her eyes are somewhere. "Mabuti nasagutan mo ang follow-up question. Kung hindi, baka nakatayo ka the whole time."

I sipped on my banana milk before responding. "Yeah. Ayun lang din ang pumasok sa isip ko. I should focus. Kailangan ko bumawi."

"Nakatatak ka na kay Ms. Be ready in the next meeting," Gevi advised.

"Your sweet and chili sauce, ladies," Tasha joined us with the sauce for the cordon bleu that Gevi and I forgot. Nilagyan ko naman ng tig-iisang kutsara at tinidor ang mga plato namin.

"Wait! May kukunin lang ako." We all stared at Nadia's retreating back when she hurriedly left.

"Strange," Tasha remarked and started eating.

Yeah, strange. But I just shrugged it off and started eating.

Pero susubo pa lang ako, napapapikit ako kaagad. I look stupid. Probably.

Nakapikit, nakanganga at may hawak na kutsara sa ere nang pumasok siya sa cafeteria. Of all times, why now? On my first bite pa talaga? Hindi ba pwedeng pagkatapos ko na kumain siya magpakita para naman magkaron ako ng gana?

"Are you okay?" Tasha inquired. Napansin niya siguro ang pagbuntong hininga ko. "I thought you like this ulam. Loss of appetite?"

Umiling lang ako at sinimulan na ang pagkain. Pero nawalan nga talaga ako ng gana. Nakakainis. Nasira ang umaga ko nang makita ko siya sa bus stop at umupo pa sa pwesto ko. Kanina sa klase, siya ang pumasok sa utak ko nang may inalala ako. Ngayon naman nakita ko siya bago ko pa isubo ang pagkain ko.

Nawalan ako ng gana. My mood was only lifted when Nadia came back with a box of cupcakes. She didn't tell who it was from. I didn't ask kasi masyado akong naka-focus sa cupcakes.. Nakita ko lang ang nakakatakam na cupcakes, bumalik ang sigla ko sa pagkain. I was able to finish my lunch in a jiffy.

"Ano ang masarap dito?" tanong ko kay Nadia habang hindi ako makapili kung saan sa anim ang kukunin ko. They were all yummy!

"Aba malay ko. Hindi ko pa nga natitikman yan," sagot niya.

May red velvet, may sweet corn, chocolate and ube. I asked Gevi to pick for me and she knows me well because she chose the ube flavor with macapuno on top.

"Saan tayo uupo?"

May dalawang lalaking estudyante na dumaan sa gilid ng table namin. Hinintay ko muna silang makadaan. Kasi ang awkward naman na ngumanga ako habang may paraan no!

"Dito na lang!"

I closed my eyes and sniffed the cupcake.

It smells delectable! It's so sweet at masasabi kong ube halaya talaga ang ginamit dito at hindi ube flavoring lang. Oh, when did I become a pâtissière?

I took a big bite of the cupcake. I was so happy savoring the flavors I didn't open my eyes yet.

Pero sana hindi na lang ako nagmulat ng mga mata ko. Because the second I opened my eyes, I saw him. He was sitting across from me on the table in front of us, behind Tasha.

I stopped chewing when I noticed he's staring at me. When... when did he get there? Nakita niya akong kumagat sa cupcake? Pinapanood ba niya ako habang kumakain?

As if it couldn't get any worse, I choked when he smiled at me.

"ARE you okay na?"

"Yeah," sagot ko kay Tasha.

"Tingin ko nabulonan ka kasi ang bilis mong kumain kanina," hula ni Gevi.

Hindi ko naubos ang cupcake. Malaking sayang man kasi masarap talaga pero nang mabulonan ako, patakbo akong dumiretso ng comfort room. Doon ko niluwa lahat ng kinain ko. Pati na ang chicken cordon bleu.

Pakiramdam ko nanghina ako kaagad pagkatapos mailabas lahat ng laman ng tiyan ko. Hindi naman ako nakaramdam ng gutom kaya inubos ko na lang ang laman ng tumbler ko.

But now, I'm famished.

Tasha offered her chicken sandwich. Gusto kong tanggihan dahil alam kong paborito niya 'yon pero paborito ko rin yon at gutom ako kaya tinanggap ko na.

We're still having our P.E. class so I restrained myself from eating the sandwich. But my stomach has been grumbling. Tinatakpan ko na lang ng book ang tiyan ko baka kasi mapalakas ang ingay.

Gusto ko na kainin ang sandwich! One hour pa 'tong klase namin at kakasimula pa lang.

I waited at least 20 minutes for the class to start before I excused myself to go out. Hindi ko naisip kung saan ako kakain. Ayoko naman kumain sa CR. Kadiri! So I went to the back of the gym. May mga concrete table and benches doon na madalas tambayan ng mga students. Medyo tago kasi sa maraming tao kaya paboritong lugar din na pagtaguan ng mga nasa in a relationship status.

I chomped the sandwich with gusto. Hindi ko na ipinikit ang mga mata ko kahit pa sarap na sarap ako sa paborito kong sandwich. Ewan ko ba pero kapag masarap talaga ang pagkain, hindi ko na ma-kontrol ang sarili kong mapapikit. It's like heaven in every bite.

Binilisan ko ang pagkain ng sandwich. If I stay out longer than the given time, I won't be excused next time. And since I left my tumbler in class, dumaan muna ako sa cafeteria para makabili ng maiinom. I bought a cup of sago't gulaman. Maglalakad ng mabilis tapos titigil sandali para makainom ang ginawa ko. I want to finish the drink before I enter back into the room.

Kakatapak ko pa lang ng third floor pero huminto muna ako para maubos ko ang inomin.

"Alonzo!"

Sh*t! The tapioca entered the wrong pipe. Sh*t! Ang sakit sa ilong!

Napaubo ako ng malakas. Gusto kong suminghal pero hindi sa hallway. I ran fast towards the girls' comfort room and tried to sneeze the sago from my nose. Ilang beses ko pang inulit hanggang sa lumabas na nga.

Naluluha ang mga mata kong tumitig sa salamin at hindi mapigilang mapaungot.

This day is infuriating! Ano ba ang ginawa kong kasalanan at sunod-sunod naman ang mga nangyayaring ganito? Ugh! Ang malas ko ngayong araw! At isa lang ang may kasalanan sa kamalasang 'to!

Huwag na huwag siyang magkakamaling magpakita sa 'kin! Kung hindi...

I groaned loudly in irritation.

THE REST OF the week went well. I made sure to focus on my priorities. And I made sure not to meet the dork!

Dahil malaki talaga ang paniniwala ko na siya ang dahilan ng mga kamalasan ko nung Tuesday, nagpahatid ako kay Dad sa school, we moved to a different table for lunch, and I used the other stairs going to and from the classroom. Kahit hindi nagtatanong ang mga kaibigan ko, halata sa mukha nila ang kyuryusidad.

Everything worked out. And as I planned for the weekend, I went to the village park and started my crochet project. The breeze was perfect and the sunshine was gloriously warm and mild. I occasionally glance at the kids running and rolling in the grass. They're so cute I want to pinch their cheeks.

It is indeed the perfect day to spend my alone time at the park. This is one of my favorite places in the world. I smiled. "Aside from our house, of course."

"Justine."

Literal na napatalon ako sa upuan ko. Tumigil pa yata ang tibok ng puso ko dahil sa pagkagulat. Pagkalingon ko sa pinanggalingan ng boses, I immediately saw red.

I pressed my lips as I glared at the dork.

Here he is again. He's behind the bench I was sitting on with both his arms resting above the backrest.

Strands of his black hair are slightly blown by the breeze. There's a hint of amusement on his face and that annoyed me.

"Ikaw na naman?! What are you doing here? I avoided you for a couple of days tapos magpapakita ka na naman! You are the jinx in my life! Ano na namang kamalasan ang dadalhin mo ngayong araw na 'to? Ha? Ano?"

"Justine."

Napukaw ang atensiyon ko at mabilis na nag-iwas ng tingin sa kanya. I tried my best to calm myself. I need to be calm so I took a deep breath. This is my me time and I don't want it to be ruined by just anyone. But... but what should I do now that he showed up in front of me again?

Don't mind him, Justine. Just act you neither saw nor heard him. Don't let him completely ruin your day.

But he has already ruined it! Just seeing his face is enough to spoil this afternoon.

Ibinalik ko ang atensiyon sa ginagawa ko. Pero agad ding napatigil. How many stitches again? What was the last count? How many rows have I already made?

I... I forgot. I lost count.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I continued stitching even if I already lost count. I just need to do something else and not be distracted. Minutes passed and the silence was deafening. I silently hummed inside my head any song I could think of making up a tune just to occupy my mind.

"That looks nice."

I'm the one making this. Of course, it is nice. I fought a smile after hearing praise for what I'm working on. Then I remember I shouldn't notice his presence.

Labanan mo, Justine! Act like he's not beside you.

Hmp! I don't need your compliment.

Nagpatuloy pa rin ako sa ginagawa hanggang sa hindi na ayun sa pattern ang kinalalabasan. Binuksan ko ulit ang cellphone ko at pinanood ang video tutorial kung paano gawin ang cup. Nilakasan ko ang volume ng pinapanood ko dahil hindi ako nagdadala ng earphones kapag nasa park.

I tried to focus on what I was watching but the dork's presence was so strong that I forgot the number of stitches for the corresponding rows. So I kept on moving back to the beginning of the video and memorized the number of stitches I have to make.

"You're making a bra?"

I was slightly startled upon hearing his voice. Then, my forehead creased because he thinks I'm making a bra? Nanonood siya sa pinapanood ko? I want to correct him.

"I'm making a bikini," I emphasized without glancing at him.

"A bikini bra."

"A bikini top."

"It's the same."

That silenced me. Yeah, it's the same. No use bickering with him. Ugh! Kainis!

"Are you gonna wear that?"

I paused what I was doing and pursed my lips. This... this guy is testing my patience. I took a deep breath before I faced him. But it was a bad move. Nagkatitigan kami mata sa mata kaya mabilis akong nag-iwas ng tingin.

Kailan pa siya nakatingin sa 'kin? Kanina pa ba? Bakit siya nakatingin sa'kin? May dumi ba 'ko sa mukha? May kanin ba sa pisngi ko? May muta ba 'ko?

Justine, calm down.

"Anong ginagawa mo rito?" I calmly asked, without looking at him.

"It's nice here," he answered.

"Mas maraming magandang spots kesa dito. Doon ka."

"This spot is the nicest."

Hindi pwede! This spot is mine! I wanted to yell it to him but it would be a waste of energy. Ano ba? Bakit ba siya nandito?

I took a deep breath. Again. I reminded myself that this should be a peaceful and calm weekend. This should be my time to relax after a week-long of computing, memorizing, and reviewing. And this guy beside me is not part of the relaxing week I planned.

Pero anong magagawa ko? Nandito siya. Nasa iisang village kami nakatira. And it's not like I own this park para itaboy o paalisin ko siya. And this bench isn't exclusive to me. It's unreasonable of me to think this is mine. So... yeah. I have to deal with him. Again.

Thank goodness he didn't ask more after that. I didn't even notice when he left. Well, tama talaga ako na aalis siya kung hindi ko papansin. Everybody should learn the art of deadma. It truly helps.

The next day, I went to the park again. Nag-isip pa 'ko kung lilipat ako ng ibang pwesto baka makita ko na naman ang isang yon.

Pero bakit ako lilipat dahil sa kanya? Hindi naman sa kanya ang park at lalo na ang bench na yon. So like any normal person would do, I went to my favorite spot in the park and continued my crochet project.

It was already four in the afternoon when I noticed dozens of people walking towards the village chapel. Mga magsi-simba. Marami na ring mga batang naglalaro sa park, naghahabulan at naglalaro. Pumasok sa isip ko ang mga panahon na kasing edad ko rin sila at nakikipag-laro sa kapitbahay namin noon. And then Kuya came into my mind. If the rumors were true, I bet he's here and watching over his kid or kids.

I heavily sighed. Kapag naiisip ko si Kuya, either naiinis lang ako or natatawa sa kanya. Kaya para hindi ko na siya problemahin, tinuon ko na lang ang buong atensiyon ko sa ginagawa. Hindi ko napansin ang oras sa sobrang tutok ko sa ginagawa. Napa-angat lang ako ng tingin nang tumunog ang kampana sa chapel hudyat na tapos na ang misa.

Nang ibalik ko ang atensiyon sa ginagawa, napapitlag ako. Someone's sitting beside me. Who else? The dork of course. I just rolled my eyes when our eyes met. Iyong ngiti pa niya na nakakairita kasi mukang masaya talaga siya na nagulat ako sa presence niya.

Ilang beses na akong nag single stitch and I lost count again. Kaya kinalas ko muna at para mabilang ang gagawin ko sa bagong row.

I didn't know how but I was focused on what I was doing. Hindi ko na napansin kung sino ang nasa tabi ko. Basta bilang lang ako ng bilang sa stitches na kailangan. Malapit na 'ko matapos sa unang cup nang may marinig malapit lang sa 'kin.

Napa-angat ako ng tingin at napangiti nang makita ang mga batang tatawa-tawa habang naghahabulan. Sa hula ko, mga nasa pito hanggang siyam na taon ang mga batang lalaki at babae. Ang iba sa kanila madalas kong makita sa park. Ang ilan naman ay napapansin ko lang kapag nagjo-jogging ako sa village.

"Do you want to join them?"

I just rolled my eyes. Ang wrong timing talaga ng lalaking 'to. Binalik ko na lang ang atensiyon ko sa ginagawa. Pero nakalimutan ko na naman ang number of stitches na nagawa ko na! Last five rows na lang, e.

Tinuloy ko ang pag stitch pero hindi na pantay. Hindi na kagaya sa gusto ko ang kinalabasan. Kinalas ko ulit para mabilang mula sa umpisa ang kailangan kung gawin na stitch.

"Why do you keep on untangling the thread?"

"I lost count." Wait... Pinansin ko siya. Sinagot ko ang tanong niya. Pero hindi dapat, e!

Hindi ako nagpahalata na nagulat sa sarili kong ginawa. Itinuloy ko ang ginagawa at nagsimula ulit mag crochet. This time, with the right number of stitches for the row. And when I finished the first cup, I felt relieved.

Finally, the first cup. Ang dami kong pinagdaanan para lang matapos ka. Ang daming naging sagabal para lang magawa kita. Sana kasya ka sa boobs ni Nadia.

Mahinang natawa ako sa naisip ko.

"You did right this time?"

Napatigil ako sa pagtawa. Epal talaga nitong katabi ko. Ang ganda ng moment ko, e. Nagce-celebrate ako sa small achievement ko, tapos biglang sisingit.

Bakit ba hindi siya makipag habulan sa mga kiddos?

Inilagay ko sa tabi ang natapos kong cup. Iyong tote bag ko na sa gitna naming dalawa. Tyaka kinuha ko ulit ang thread at ang isang hook para simulan ang isa pang cup.

"Is this the finished product?"

Napabaling ako sa kanya at nakitang hawak niya ang natapos kong cup. Inagaw ko at nilagay pabalik sa tote bag. Pakialamiro!

"That's just one of the two cups. Can you not touch which isn't yours?"

Kunot ang noo niya na nandoon pa rin ang tingin sa tote bag ko.

"That's small. Is it enough to cover?"

"The thing is... iba-iba ang cup sizes namin," I answered without looking at him. "Tasha and I have the same cup size. B. Pero si Nadia malaki ang cup size niya. Pareho sila ni Gevi na D. So the measurements aren't the same. I have to stitch more for bigger cup sizes."

I paused and realized, why the hell am I even explaining this to him?

Tumingin ako sa kanya. "What's wrong?" I asked when he raised his head.

His lips were tightly pressed and his brows drawn in one line. Parang may sinabi akong hindi niya nagustohan? Or ako lang talaga nag-iisip nang ganoon?

"Nothing," sagot niya sabay iling at umiwas ng tingin.

Weird.

A ball rolled near us. Agad siyang tumayo at kinuha ang bola at tumakbo palapit sa mga batang naglalaro.

Ayan! Doon ka! Sumama ka sa mga bata.

Nagpatuloy ako sa ginagawa ko. I was done with the first three rows when an elderly sat down beside me. Medyo nagulat pa 'ko dahil hindi ko naramdaman na may lumapit na pala. Inayos ko ang mga gamit ko para maka-upo siya ng maayos.

I heard her slightly groan as she leaned back. Her cane was positioned between her slightly parted legs. From holding the cane, she rested one of his hands on the armrest of the bench.

It seems to me she walked a mile and needed to rest.

She glanced at me and smiled. Contrary to what I noticed earlier, her milky eyes gleamed with energy. Her smoky-grey hair is neatly combed in a bun. Ang ganda rin ng damit niyang bistida na may bulaklak malapit sa laylayan ng mga manggas at paldang suot niya. Bagay na bagay sa edad niya. Siguro mga nasa sixty na siya or nearly seventy but she still managed to look and smell clean. Amoy powder siya actually kumpara sa ibang matatandang nakatabi ko.

I smiled back at her and nodded.

Bumaba ang tingin niya sa hawak ko bago bumalik ang mga mata niya sakin. "Naga-gantsilyo ka?"

Mahina at mahinahon ang pagkakatanong niya. Parang ang bait niyang lola.

Nakangiti akong tumango. Bumuka ang bunganga ko para sana magsalita pero nahiya ako na sabihin kung ano ang ginagawa ko. Baka kasi conservative si Lola at ayaw niya sa mga biki-bikini.

"Swimsuit ba yan?" tanong niya.

Ngumiti ako. "Bikini. Yung pang-taas lang."

Ngumiti siya na may pagka mangha. "Sexy, a. May ganoon na pala ngayon? Dati mga bonnet, bandana at punda lang nagagawa ko. Mayron na palang bikini? Ang galing naman. It just proves that not all magic wands are pointy sticks. Ang daming nagagawa ng isang hook."

"Marunong po kayo mag-gantsilyo?"

"Oo, ayan ang pinagka-abalahan ko ng ilang taon tuwing bakasyon at nang tumigil na ako sa trabaho."

"Bakit hindi niyo na po pinagpatuloy?"

Umiling siyang nakangiti. "Hindi na. Maliban kasi sa nangangalay na ang mga kamay ko, hindi na rin klaro ang mga mata ko."

Tinignan ko ang mga kamay niya. Her fingers are slim and veiny. Probably caused by years of crocheting and work. Will my hands look the same if I continue this hobby for years? Maybe. It's not a bad thing. Kung pumangit pa ang mga kamay ko, idadaan ko na lang sa manicure kagaya ng kay Lola na naka-bloody red pa ang nail polish. Huwag lang maglaba talaga.

"Sino nagturo sa'yo?"

I sheepishly smiled. "Ako lang po. Nanood lang sa YouTube."

Her lips shaped in 'o'. "Self-taught. Ang galing mo kung ganoon. Kailan ka nagsimula?"

"Last week lang po. Ilang beses akong umulit kasi hindi ko kabisado kung ilang chains ang kailangan gawin sa kada row." Napasimangot ako. Kasi naka-ilang beses pa talaga ako bago ko natapos ang nag-iisang cup lang. "Isang linggo na nga po akong gumagawa nito, pero ito pa lang iisang cup ang natapos ko." Ipinakita ko mula sa tote bag ang unang nagawa. Ikinuwento ko rin kung bakit ito ang gusto kong gawin.

Inusisa niya ang gawa ko. "Natapos mo 'to sa loob ng isang linggo? Magaling." May pagkamangha sa boses niya habang nakatingin sa gawa ko bago bumalik ang tingin niya sakin.

Tumatango-tango siyang nakangiti. "Trial and error. At the beginning, you weren't sure how it will turn out, right? Ganyan din ako noong una. Hindi ko nagustohan ang kinalabasan ng mga ginawa ko. Ang sabi sakin, 'Sige lang. Ituloy mo lang'. Hanggang sa nalaman ko kung saan ako nagkamali at inayos ko . Ang mga sumunod kong gawa, kagayang kagaya na ng gusto ko. Napagtanto kong, hindi ako makakabuo ng mga magagandang disenyo kung hindi muna naging palpak ang mga nagawa ko."

"Oo nga po, e. Medyo mahirap nga din po pala ito. Akala ko madali lang. Pabalik-balik nga po ako sa umpisa. Ilang beses ko din pinagtatanggal at binalikan ang unang stitch. Pinapanood ko ulit ang video tutorial para makita ko kung saan ako nagkamali ng bilang."

Ngumiti ulit siya. Iyong ngiti na maganda at magaan sa pakiramdam. "That is actually one of the lessons I learned in crochet. It's okay to start over. You can undo and redo your projects. You can start again if you know where you did wrong. At maganda na binabalikan mo ang pinanood mo para maitama ang pagkakamali mo."

Bumaling ang tingin niya sa mga punong nasa tapat namin. Feeling ko tuloy ang lalim ng iniisip ni Lola at bumabalik siya sa retro age. "The ability to start over. Noong minsan akala ko nasa tamang daan ako. Pero dumating ang araw na hindi ko alam kung ano na ang susunod kong gagawin. Bumalik ako sa pinanggalingan ko at humingi ng tulong sa iba. Dahil sa kanila, nakapag simula akong muli."

Bakit parang hindi na tungkol sa crochet ang sinasabi niya? Her words are coated with wisdom that she probably learned through experience and age.

Nakangiti ulit siyang tumingin sakin. "If you ever get stuck, just take a pause and acknowledge that you need help. And be brave to ask for it. Maybe that's how you can start over again."

It's definitely not about crochet anymore. Hindi ko na alam kung ano ang sasabihin ko sa kanya. Ngumiti na lang ako at tumango para mag agree. Well, I get the message she wants to convey though and it's not every day I meet a lola.

"If you're having a hard time with the bikini top, it's never too late to make something else. Your best friends won't mind if you give them anything that you worked hard for. Magaling ka. Pero sigurado ako mas may igagaling ka pa."

Mas lalo akong napangiti sa sinabi ni Lola bago siya nagpa-alam na uuwi na. May sumundo sa kanyang batang babae, siguro apo niya o kasambahay nila.

I felt proud of myself. Someone praised what I did. Ganito pala ang pakiramdam no? Kahit hindi mo kakilala kung pinuri nila ang isang maliit lang naman na bagay na nagawa mo, nakaka-overwhelm. It motivated me to continue the hobby.

NANG maka-alis si Lola, tiyaka ko lang na-realize na hindi pala kami nagpakilala sa isa't-isa. Pero di bale, nasa iisang village lang kami. Malamang magkikita kami ulit.

Pinagpatuloy ko ang paggawa ng pares ng unang cup. Medyo naguluhan ako kasi hindi ko namemorize kung ilang stitches ang kailangan at ano ang susunod na stitch ang gagawin.

"Does it have to be a bikini top?"

Sinimangotan ko siya kaagad pagkatingin ko sa kaniya. Hindi naman nagtagal at pinanood ko na lang ulit ang tutorial. Focus na sana ako pero naramdaman kong umupo na naman siya sa tabi ko. But I shook off the bad vibes from my head. Masyadong maganda ang araw na 'to para maging maldita ako.

"Is this a bracelet?"

When I turned to him, he was holding the long chain I made. Iyon lang sa tingin ko ang malinis at pinaka-tama kong nagawa simula nang umpisahan ko 'to. Ang simple lang naman kasi kailangan lang i-braid.

"Hindi yan bracelet. Ibalik mo nga yan sa bag ko," utos ko sa kanya. Pero ang gago ipinalibot pa sa pulsohan niya ang chain.

I was about to stop him until an idea came to mind. From the video I was watching, I searched for 'crochet bracelet'. There wasn't plenty of what I was expecting but I watched one tutorial and it was easy. Well, I said the same thing for the bikini top but ended up having a hard time finishing a cup. But it isn't too late to start again and try something new, right? Just like what the grandma told me earlier.

Pero akalain mo nga naman. Itong lalaki pa sa tabi ko na dine-deadma ko ang nakatulong sakin. Let's not tell him that. Deadma ko nga siya, di ba? Mabuti nga umalis na naman siya at sumali sa mga batang naglalaro ng dodge ball. Such a kid.

Kinuha ko ang chain na gawa ko at ipinalibot sa pulsohan ko para gawing wrist band. It looks good on my wrist. Nakaka-puti ang mint na color ng sinulid.

I think I can do this. Madali lang gawin ang wristband based on the tutorial I watched. I think I can finish one in less than a week. With the beads, I have lots of them at home from my old and broken bracelets. Okay, final na. I'll be making beaded crochet wristba—

Sheet! One whole sheet of pad paper!

My world rocked back and forth cutting off my thoughts after a ball smacked on one side of my cheekbone and leaving it numb. I didn't see the ball coming. It happened quickly after losing the wristband from my wrist. And when I raised my head, the ball struck me uninvited.

Mabuti na lang at nakapikit pa ko. Hindi ako nakaramdam ng sakit pagkatapos akong matamaan pero tatlo hanggang limang segundo ang nakalipas, nakaramdam ako ng kirot sa kaliwang pisngi ko at malapit sa ilong.

I opened my eyes wider and shook my head to regain awareness of what happened. Then he went near me.

"Justine, okay ka lang?"

Tinignan ko siya ng masama.

"Okay?!" Tumayo ako na medyo nahihilo pa at hinarap siya. "Ihagis ko kaya ang bola sa mukha mo at malaman mo kung gaano kasakit ang ginawa mo!"

"It was an accident. We were playing an—"

"Pakialam ko kung naglalaro kayo? Hindi mo man lang naisip na may mga tao rito sa park at baka matamaan ng bola? O baka hindi ka nag-iisip kasi sinadya mo?!"

"No! I didn't do it on purpose."

"Ikaw naman tamaan natin ng bola. Tignan ko kung hindi mayanig utak mo!"

"Look, it was an accident. It wasn—"

"Shut up! Instead of saying it was an accident, why don't you apologize? Baka sana naging maayos pa ang pakiramdam ko kung humingi ka ng sorry at—

"I'm sorry," he cut me off.

The ball in his hands caught my eyes that my jaw clenched and my fists into a ball. I'm panting from anger and I couldn't calm myself now. I already lost my temper. I can't tell if he's sincere with his sorry but even if he is, hindi ko magawang magpatawad kaagad. Masyadong mainit pa rin ang dugo ko sa kanya.

"Too late. If I didn't ask you to apologize, who knows kung ano pang excuse mo!"

Dali-dali kong niligpit ang mga gamit ko. Wala na akong pakialam kung magka buhol-buhol pa ang mga threads ko basta nilagay ko lang lahat sa loob ng tote bag at mangiyak-ngiyak na umalis ng park.

Ang sakit ng pisngi ko. I kept on pausing from kicking my scooter to softly wipe away my tears. Masakit at mahapdi kasi kapag madiinan.

When was the last time I was this furious? I've always tried to be calm because I don't want to shout or yell at someone. I know how horrible it feels, especially when being shouted at in public. It's embarrassing. But I just couldn't help lashing out at him for what he did. It was rude of me to shout at him while he remained calm.

Parang ako pa yata ang naging mukang masama. Pero masama na kung masama. Basta nailabas ko ang galit ko. Masakit kaya ang pagtama ng bola sa mukha ko. Akala niya malambot ang bola? May kasama pang lupa at damo. Bwesit!

When was the last time I was this mad again?

Oh great!

It was with him.

He hurt me again.

He always awakens the beast that I'm trying to calm inside me.

Just him.

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Be proud of yourself if you get the hang out of crocheting or any other craft you are trying to learn and enjoy. You created something and it deserves to be celebrated; small or big.

Here is a video tutorial on basic crochet lesson:

#unlovingraisin #wattpad #stories #Justine and Just Him #KaoDon

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akatsukigadaisuki · 7 years ago

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I HAVE WRITTEN A FIC

after months i finally had the motivation and energy to write a new fic!! check it out on ao3 here or click to read under the cut!!!

When Yata’s ears and cheeks turn as red as his hair, it can mean one of two things: either he’s really pissed, or really embarrassed. Today, it was the first.

“Yata-chan, try to calm down,” Kusanagi pleads, slowly growing frustrated at the continuous string of curses that had been filling his ears for the past hour.

“It’s unfair, Kusanagi-san!” Yata shouts for what seems to be the one hundredth time that afternoon. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to do anything with that damn monkey!” He hammers his fist down on the table, startling one of his fellow clan members.

Kusanagi feels stripped of his soul with each dent Yata makes in his precious bar.

"I'M NOT HELPING WITH THAT PARTY!" Yata yells even louder, when nobody says anything, only increasing his rapidly growing frustration.

“You have to. You two are the only ones who aren’t busy this weekend." Kusanagi sighs with a surprisingly calm tone, setting down the wine glass he had just finished cleaning delicately. "Christmas is in two days, can’t you lighten up?”

Before Yata can shout again, he’s held back as a small hand grabs the sleeve of the hoodie tied around his waist. He looks down and sees HOMRA’s youngest member, Anna, looking at him with her eyes shining under the dim light hanging above them. "Please, Misaki," she says softly, tightening her grip. "It won't be as bad as you think it'll be."

"But...A-Anna..." Misaki begins, before biting his lip; he knows he can't argue with her. Taking a deep breath, he looks away, staring at a streak on the floor created by his board a few days ago.

"It's our first Christmas with SCEPTER 4. Let's try to enjoy it, yeah?" Chitose brings up, holding his hands out in front of his face in case Yata decides to punch him.

But he doesn't. Instead, he shifts his gaze to Chitose for a split second before turning around, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't get why we have to celebrate with them just because..." he trails off, not knowing how to finish that statement.

"You can do it, Yata-san," Kamamoto says, trying to lift his spirits and prevent the destruction of any more furniture. "Who cares if you're working with Fushimi? Whatever you do is amazing, so make this party awesome for all of us, okay? And don't let him get all the credit for it!"

Yata's ears perk up slightly at that, slowly draining of the red color and returning to the normal soft peach. "Huh...you're right," he says. His gloomy eyes suddenly light up, and a determined smile replaces the frown on his face. "This party will be so great that everyone will remember it forever!"

"Nice one, Rikio-chan," Kusanagi whispers to him with a wink. Kamamoto chuckles modestly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"HELL YEAH! I'LL GO GET STARTED RIGHT AWAY, EVEN IF THAT LAZY MONKEY DOESN'T SHOW UP!" Yata yells with a burst of energy. He grabs his skateboard and tosses it to the floor, placing his foot on it and pushing forward. "I'll see you all later! Get prepared for the best party of your lives!"

"Well that changed his mood fast," Chitose says, blinking, once Yata's out the door.

"Thankfully, and now everything is going according to plan," Kusanagi adds with a mischievous smile. Anna reflects his expression, nodding.

"Is there something we should know about?" Kamamoto asks, confused.

"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll know soon enough," is all Kusanagi says in response to that.

Kamamoto and Chitose share a glance before turning to stare at the door through which Yata left, wondering if all of this was more than just what meets the eye.

"Tch. You're late, Misaki."

That's the first thing Yata hears when he shows up to the party hall carrying piles upon piles of decorations. He almost falls off his skateboard as he spots a familiar looking figure standing before him, leaning against the back wall with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Saru, what the hell are you doing here?" Yata exclaims, steadying himself after setting down the boxes he was carrying.

"Are you that stupid, or did you really forget that we were assigned to decorate the party for tomorrow together?" He clicks his tongue, an annoyed expression taking form on his face.

Yata's face scrunches up, like he'd just walked into a garbage dump. "Fuck you! We weren't even supposed to meet until later this evening!"

"Then why are you here?" Saruhiko asks with almost no emotion to his voice.

"I...I wanted to start early," Yata states as he kneels down to open the first box, turning his head to hide the embarrassed blush burning at the tips of his ears. He shakes out a string of lights, holding the tangled mess out in front of him. In his peripheral vision, he catches Saruhiko shifting his position, so he adds, "Also, I don't need your damn help. I can do this by myself."

Saruhiko pauses for a moment and then simply clicks his tongue, closing his eyes. "Do whatever you want, Misaki. I'll just wait until you mess up and then fix everything afterwards."

Yata resists the urge to fire something back at him. Instead, he uses his anger to pull apart the lights in a feeble attempt to untangle them. He mutters incoherent things under his breath, not handling the wires with the care he should be handling them with.

Saruhiko opens one eye when he hears a mix of grunts and bulbs clacking. "Don't be so rough, Misaki. You'll break them."

"I don't need your damn criticism," Yata says through gritted teeth, not bothering to stop pulling apart the lights as a lion would rip apart a deer. "And quit calling me by that name!"

"Why? I think it suits you rather well, Mi~sa~ki," Saruhiko says with a grin, steadying his gaze on Misaki's small, chiseled face.

At that, he's had enough. His patience never really lasted long anyway.

Yata stands up abruptly and takes a step forward to punch him, but ends up tripping over the string of lights, falling face first onto the floor. Clenching his fists, he attempts to stand up again but can only sit up awkwardly as he realizes he's tangled within all the cords.

Saruhiko laughs, his grin only growing wider. "I didn't realize you were so clumsy. Looks like you'll always be an idiot."

"Shut the hell up you bastard!" Yata yells, struggling to get out of the mess of knots. His brows are sharply furrowed, his teeth pressed so tightly together that they just might shatter. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Saruhiko scoffs. "I didn't even touch you."

"Just fucking help me," Yata grumbles, feeling as if the world is closing in on him and eradicating his existence.

"I thought you said you didn't need my help," Saruhiko reminds him, his expression shifting to more of a serious one.

Yata looks down at the floor, because at this point, anything is better than looking at the solemn face of a traitor, a man who was once his best friend in the whole world. Normally he'd be so outspoken, shouting at anyone who dares to try and destroy his precious pride, but lately he's been finding it harder and harder to say things that came directly to his mind. Especially when it came to Saruhiko.

He expels a puff of air, hanging his head low. He thinks of Anna, who held him with a gentle yet desperate grip, telling him that this wouldn't be as bad as he thought it would be. He wanted to believe her, but so far, even after just a few minutes since arriving here, he'd only been feeling like complete shit.

Yata predicts he'll be stuck forever in this room that's suddenly become too hot, when a pair of nimble, pale hands reach towards his direction, startling him. He raises his head slowly, surprised to see Saruhiko with an annoyed expression reforming on his face, helping him out of the tangled mess of lights.

"Saruhiko...?" Yata starts.

"Don't look so depressed, stupid Misaki. It doesn't look good on you," Saruhiko says, swiftly yet carefully working his way through the knots. "What's wrong with you anyway? You seem different."

Yata looks visibly offended. "Nothing's wrong except for the fact that I'm stuck here, being forced to work together with you," he mutters. "And how would you know what I've been like, huh? It's not like you spent time with me these past few ye–"

"As much as it annoys me," Saruhiko cuts in, not wanting the conversation to head in that direction, "hearing you shout is better than this. What the hell is actually bothering you?"

The fire in Yata's irises blazes when it meets the blue in Saruhiko's eyes. "What makes you think there's more, huh? Just because you're smart and all doesn't mean you know everything!" Yata spits out in a burst of frustration. "Why the hell do you even care? It's not like you ever cared about my feelings anyway! Isn't that why you left, damn traitor?! You didn't even think about how I would feel once you were gone!"

Saruhiko's expression twists into a deeper frown, and he almost breaks the wire he's holding. In any other situation he would tease Yata, but something made his heart twist grossly, causing him to refrain from doing so. "And what about you, Misaki? Did you ever care about mine?"

A short moment of silence followed that question, and Yata stares at Saruhiko as if he couldn't recognize him. "The fuck are you talking ab–"

"Do you ever stop to think even once in your pathetic life?" Saruhiko interrupts, stopping his hands for a moment to look up into Yata's eyes.

Yata's eyes don't meet his. They're still searching his face, as if this is some complex math problem he can't seem to comprehend in the slightest.

"You're a terrible person, Misaki..." Saruhiko says softly, and Yata can now see the visible hurt in his eyes, something he didn't seem to recognize before but instantly knew that it had been there for a while.

A sudden pang attacks his heart, and the layer of pride and arrogance that Yata values so much dissipates for a moment. "Saruhiko, why didn't you tell me before?"

"That you're a horrible person? I'm sure I did tell you a couple of times," Saruhiko says with a scoff, but even Yata isn't fooled by the amusement he's trying to use to cover up the pain within.

"That's not what I mean! Why didn't you tell me how you were feeling?"

"Even if I did tell you, you'd never understand."

"Don't say that!" Yata shouts suddenly, disrupting the softness they had just a few minutes ago. "If it's you, Saruhiko, I'll do whatever it takes to understand. I want to know why you did what you did...there's no way someone I liked so much could end up being a horrible traitor!"

Saruhiko yanks apart a strand of lights that's holding Yata's arms together, setting them free. He then turns around, staring at the wall in front of him. "Shut up, Misaki."

"Saruhiko..." Yata says with desperation, pleading him with his eyes to turn around and face him.

But he doesn't. Instead, he responds with, "I can't even tell if you hate me or not. Your words confuse me."

Now it's Yata's turn to be silent. In short, he doesn't know the answer either. All he knows is that in this very moment, he can't stay mad at him. So, without giving it much thought, he closes his eyes and leans his head on Saruhiko's back, feeling as his muscles tense up upon the contact.

"Misaki, what are you–" Saruhiko begins, but Yata cuts him off.

"I shouldn't be the one saying this, or at least not the only one saying this, but I'm sorry."

He says it in such a soft manner that it takes a second for Saruhiko to register that it's his voice. He knows Yata means it, that he's genuinely sorry, but still, it only makes him angry.

"Don't play these stupid games with me, Misa–"

Before he can finish his statement, Yata's arms wrap around his torso, rendering him speechless.

"Wh-"

"Shut it, Saruhiko." Yata squeezes his eyes shut, plunging into the depths of his heart and soul. Yata's never been one to think too deeply about things. If there's anything he's realized over the years, it's that he can't stay mad at Saruhiko forever, no matter what he does. Even if it's as shitty as betraying the clan he values more than anything.

It's because of the fact that Yata Misaki simply can't focus on the bad things in life that makes this a little easier for him. He always searched for the light at the end of every dark tunnel he's ever been in, strongly believing that life was too short to think negatively about everything. Whether it's in a fight or a tough situation, Yata made sure to bask in that light instead of drowning himself in the shadows.

And now, he wanted to be the light for Saruhiko, because his best friend had been in the shadows for far too long.

Yata doesn't let go of Saruhiko, and wouldn't let go even if Saruhiko tried to pry his arms off. He holds him tighter, pulling him close until he can feel his own heartbeat resonating through his skin.

Saruhiko still can't find the words he wants–or thinks– to say. All he knows is that he doesn't want Yata to let go, ever, because he's been wanting this for so long that the fact that it was happening now made him delirious.

Shakily, he reaches down and places his hand on top of Yata's. His hands are so thin and pale compared to Yata's tanned, callous ones.

Yata's so close to him that he can feel his smile on his back, and all Saruhiko can do in that moment is smile too. A real, genuine smile, for the first time in years.

The next morning, a tired Kamamoto and Chitose enter the party hall only to find out that it hadn't been decorated in the slightest.

"Huh?!" Kamamoto screeches, staring at the bare walls. He and Chitose exchange a look, sharing the same confused expression.

Earlier, Kusanagi and Anna had called them in to check out the 'special surprise' in the party hall, but they were not expecting something like this.

"Shh! You'll wake them up!" Anna whispers, but it's loud enough so they all can hear.

"Wake who up?" Chitose asks, looking around.

She points towards the floor, and Chitose gasps.

There, in the middle of the linoleum floor, lie Saruhiko and Yata. They're huddled close together, their breathing soft and in sync. Yata's legs are wrapped in Christmas lights, his head is resting in the nook of Saruhiko's neck, and his fingers are firmly holding on to the fabric of Saruhiko's uniform. Saruhiko has his arms around Yata, holding him in a way a mother would hold her baby.

"Aren't they adorable?" Anna asks with a smile.

As Kamamoto and Chitose continue to stare at Yata and Saruhiko as if they were some rare species, Munakata Reisi walks in through the door with an elegant smirk on his face.

"Looks like our plan worked to perfection," he states proudly, pushing his glasses up with a grin.

Kusanagi mimics the gesture, a smile creeping across his face. "Oh, it sure did."

#sarumi #writing #fanfic #saruhiko x misaki #k project #misarumi #misaki x saruhiko #misaki #yata misaki #misaki yata #saruhiko fushimi #fushimi saruhiko #saruhiko #fushimi #yata #25 days christmas challenge #day 1 #ao3 #otp

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years ago

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MEMORY STORIES: SOME SUMMER’S DAY

* Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"I want to go see Sissy at Lake Shimori!"

Suddenly, Kusanagi told Totsuka Tatara that he had said so.

"Okay. During that time, I suffered serious injuries and was released from the hospital."

Saying that with a scared face, Suoh,

"I don't like traveling. What is Sissy?"

He coughed softly. The three were still drinking ramune in the pre-business bar "HOMRA". Outside was in the scorching sun. The people passing by the window were sweating and looked clean. Totsuka and his friends were sweating at street basketball until a while ago, but it was so hot that they came back here, took a light shower, and then chilled in the fridge.

Summer vacation had just begun. The road ahead was open to the ocean.

"It has been a hot topic on the internet right now."

Totsuka showed them a site with the Sissy sightings on his PDA. Kusanagi turned his eyebrows as he yawned, and Suoh made a yawn that seemed uninteresting.

"That's it, it's a travel target."

Then Totsuka took out paper maps, guides, etc. and persuaded the two elders.

"Hey, come on, King. Kusanagi-san. Anyway, you guys are free during the summer holidays, right?"

It was possible for him to go alone if he had a free-spirited father, was 14 years old, and had the personality of a free man, but he definitely wanted to travel with Suoh and Kusanagi.

"What do you think, Mikoto?"

When Kusanagi asked Suoh for confirmation,

"Well, I'm sure I have nothing to do in particular, as he says. Do you want to go?"

Suoh said with a laugh.

Unusually, Totsuka was in a gutsy pose.

Then, three days later, the three of them set out for Lake Shimori, which is located in the unexplored region of northern Japan. To save money, they used a conventional line instead of the Shinkansen, switched to a local line at the terminal station where the prefectural office is located, and by the time they reached the station closest to Lake Shimori, it was already dark.

All three had simple camping equipment, so they obtained permission from a nearby store and opened the tent in a corner of the parking lot. They had a satisfying dinner Totsuka made ahead of time, seaweed, salmon rice balls, tea and other store-bought drinks, and the instant miso soup that was boiled on the stove.

The next day, the three people who had slept well in the tent removed the tent and headed to the bus stop to catch the route bus heading to Shimori, but they faced the shocking fact there. Approximately two months before the decrease in users, the bus was suspended.

"It cannot be helped."

"We will walk."

"Oh."

The three began to walk towards their destination about 15 kilometers in a relaxed manner. At first everything was going well, but on the way, Totsuka tended to be late. He kept smiling, but his feet were beginning to sway. Kusanagi was concerned that he might have suffered a heat stroke because the sun was still shining, and when he screamed, it was the right time.

"What happened? Where are you going?"

The minivan stopped and a well-tanned man in a shirt leaned out of the open window of the driver's seat and called out to them. The man laughed when he heard fate.

"It's my destination. It's a bit off the delivery route, but if you help me download the item, I'll take you."

That said. The three decided to board the vehicle and accept the proposal to help.

Totsuka was in the passenger seat, Kusanagi and Suoh were in the back seat, and after unloading cardboard boxes full of soft drinks in about two places (Suoh and Kusanagi mainly worked to put Totsuka to rest), they reached Lake Shimori. It was a small lake with an impressive light blue surface.

The wind across the water's surface was comfortable for sweaty skin. He imagines there would be other crazy visitors because it was talked about on social media, but it's probably too remote. From what he could see, there was no one. When the man was leaving, he told him.

"There is a cabin that I usually use for fishing a short distance from here, so you can use it freely for a few days."

He gave him an old key and a business card from the office where the man works. The man said the keys could be delivered or mailed on the way home.

"This…"

Kusanagi asked the man without hiding any caution.

"Why are you doing all this?"

By the way, Totsuka was immediately walking along the shore of the lake with a smile, and Suoh sat a bit far away and looked up at the sky.

The man changed his face.

"I used to hang out with friends like you and travel badly all over Japan and got help from various adults. I will never forget those days. So afterwards I tried to become an adult like that too."

Then he adds.

"I was born and raised around here, and I've been fishing this lake for about 20 years, but I've never seen Sissy."

The man finally laughed, and started the car's engine. Kusanagi smiled bitterly.

"What happened after that?"

Anna asked Kusanagi.

"Ah, after that, I'm not sure. Totsuka was unusually ill and fell asleep, and from the next day the weather broke and it rained a lot, and in the end we were stuck in the cabin until the day we planned to return. I think it was too tense when Totsuka was sick."

The two were talking while drinking ramune in "HOMRA". Kusanagi had just arrived in Tokyo for a summer vacation, but he had just loaned some money to a duo of local high school students who were lost because their wallets had been stolen. The duo bowed and left quickly because they were worried they would be ripped apart.

And…

"Izumo, you are kind."

Kusanagi said in response to Anna's comment.

"Well, I'm afraid I'll follow the old man a bit. I want to be nice to young people who travel."

Anna said,

"Yes. I envy you a little."

He coughed a little.

"I would also like to take a trip like Mikoto and Tatara."

Kusanagi was silent. This bar is the same as it was then. However…

Now they are gone.

Still, remember the heat of summer when he points to the future without thinking of the clear blue sky and the weather like that idiot.

Anna suddenly smiled.

"So, what happened to Sissy after all?"

"Ah."

Actually, in the morning dew, only Kusanagi who got up to go to the bathroom saw a large shadow looking over the surface of the lake, but he always decided that something was wrong and kept it only on his chest.

"Anna. Why don't you go with Yata-chan to see him again someday? Shimori Lake. I want to see that old man again."

Anna smiled as hard as she could.

"Yes."

#k #k project #k all memories #izumo kusanagi #suoh mikoto #totsuka tatara #anna kushina #homra #k stories

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rose-and-the-crow · 7 years ago

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Space Between w/Allisan Sheer and others. (based on the lyrics as conversation.)

She couldn't tell them. She didn’t want to tell them. How was she supposed to tell them in the first place that she was going to have to move to get a better doctor. What would it do to them, most of all Anna and Yata.

“Keep your head up, Sheer.” Shohei said and the young girl shook her head out of the clouds as she realized she was about to walk into a street light.

“What’s yer problem, ha?” Chitose asked and Allisan lifted her red/blonde faded hair out of her face and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

“What isn’t my problem?” she asked with a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at them both and winked.

Chitose fell backwards with a dramatic sigh and Shohei caught him as he looked back up at her.

“Seriously though, Red. What’s your issue?” Shohei asked as he dropped Chitose on his ass and his head hit the floor with a dull sounding thud.

She knew she couldn't escape this conversation. That’s what she hated about being as talkative as she was.

“I might have to move.” she said quickly, hoping that they caught it and that she wouldn’t have to say it again.

Shohei and Chitose exchanged glances before Chitose stood up again and towered over me.

“Why would you have’ta move. You don’t like us anymore? You can’t take what we dish out?” he asked as he stared into her soul and backed her into the wall, still towering over her like he owned her, causing her to start to freak out.

She gasped but Shohei stepped in between the two as Allisan backed away and let her hair cover her eyes.

“Give the poor girl a chance to explain, asshole!” he yelled as he lightly grabbed her arm but she could feel the fear for me in his grip.

“It’s fine.” she hissed as she looked at Chitose. “I’m going to have to move because of my heart. I can’t take the work anymore. If I continue it’s going to kill me.” she explained, her voice cracking in fear.

“Why the fuck would you start in the first place if you knew it was going to end like this?” Chitose asked her as he broke past Shohei and landed a punch to Allisan’s face and causing her to stumble backwards into the wall.

“Allisan!” Shohei gasped after her but Chitose wasn’t done yet. He shot Shohei a sparking look and turned to Allisan again, posing his fist to hit her again if he needed to.

“Do it. Hit me again. It’ll sure as hell be the last thing you ever do.” she growled at him, her eyes blazing in red.

“Just tell me why, Red. Then I’ll lay off.” Chitose said and she was silent for a moment, waiting for the tears to fade from her eyes before she spoke.

“I need to be closer to a hospital that knows what they’re doing.” she said. “I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Too late for that now, Red.” Chitose said, his voice cracking. Was he crying?! Actually?!

Allisan sighed as she looked away from him, her face still numb from the first punch and the fact that her head hit the wall.

“Does anyone else know?”

“I told Kusanagi and Suoh to keep it on the DL.”

“Do you plan on telling anyone else?”

“Probably should, huh?”

Chitose sighed as he shook his head and put his hands in his pockets.

“You gunna be ok?” he asked her. “I gave you a good scare.”

“I’ll be fine.” she said as she slowly shook her head but doing so caused her to grimace. Her face stung and her heart was racing but if she didn’t push herself then she should’ve been fine.

“The doctor I’ll be moving for is a specialist.” she then explained softly and the air around them all seemed to ease. “And I would come back and hang out.” she said to brighten the mood a little.

“As long as you come back.” Shohei said with a smile as she turned away and turned her ear piece on to call Kusanagi back at the bar.

“What’s up, Alli?”

“Is everyone there?” she asked.

“Will be. He-ey, speak of thee devil.”

“Chitose, Shohei and I are coming back. I think I’m gunna tell everyone else.” she said with a sigh.

“You sure?” the young bartender asked but Allisan didn’t answer him. “Alright. Do what you want. Mikoto and I will support you if they don’t.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.”

She hung up the phone and looked at Chitose and Shohei before she turned and shoved her hands in her pockets and started to walk.

“You’re going to tell everyone else?” Shohei asked her and she nodded in a small gesture.

“What other choice do I have?” she said with a small crack in her tone. It hurt her to leave them but it was either move or have the work I was doing slowly kill me.

BACK AT THE BAR.

The red head girl looked at Mikoto and Izumo from where she stood at the door and they both nodded slowly to show her that they had her back if no one else trusted her.

“There’s something that I need to tell you guys before it tears me apart from the inside.” she said and she noticed from the corner of her eye how concerned they all looked. “I have to move.” she said quickly. “If I say here, where the doctors don’t know what they’re doing, then it could very well kill me.” she said.

There was silence and Allisan knew that everyone was silently judging her for the decision she was making.

“So... You’re leaving us?” Kamamoto asked and Allisan nodded slowly.

“Kusanagi and I already knew Alli would have to move and so we support her 110 percent.” Mikoto drawled from the back of the bar.

“Our only hope is that you’ll do the same.” Kusanagi said as he looked at Allisan but she couldn’t tell from the tears in her eyes.

Someone came up on her right and she jumped a little but didn’t flee as they stayed and slowly embraced her in a strong hug. At this point she didn’t care who it was, just so long as they didn’t hate her.

“She’s like the little sister I never had. Of course I support her.” was what most of the answers where (except for Anna’s which was the opposite way around.)

“I don’t know why I ever doubted you guys.” Allisan said with a huge sigh as she smiled at the others but she noticed that not everyone was smiling.

“You promise you’ll come back?” Yata asked as he took a foot forward as his eyes searched hers.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” Allisan said with a weak smile.

“Now would mind telling us about the black eye that you have there?” Mikoto pointed out and Alli exchanged glances with Chitose.

“He punched me when I told them.” Alli said as she scratched the back of her head.

“Chitose!” Yata exclaimed as he turned to him but Allisan got in his way.

“Wait a second. He had every right to after what I told them.” she said as she store him down.

Yata backed off and turned away in a huff.

“When do you leave?” someone asked and she sighed.

“I need to be there by the end of the week.” she said and Yata sat at the bar, not facing the crowd any more.

“It’s wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine that this happened.” Allisan said as she shook her head and looked at everyone in turn with a smile.

The others broke away and Allisan moved past the crowd and sat with Yata.

“I didn’t know what was going on, Alli. You didn’t have to hide anything from any of us.” Yata told her as he looked at her.

Allisan sighed before she answered. “I didn’t want to left you guys down, least of all you and Anna.” she said. “I really have to go.” she said.

“None of us will stop you.”

“But things have changed.”

“They’re not going to.” Yata said as he gently hit his hand on the counter to 1) drive his point and 2) not to upset Kusanagi.

Thinking fast, Allisan got an idea. “There’s a town between here and where I’m going. We could meet there.” she said as she turned to the chestnut haired boy.

“We all know that you have to stay over there.” Yata muttered and Allisan smiled softly as she put a hand on his shoulder.

“But I’ll never really be gone.” she said as she squeezed his shoulder.

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emeraldwaves · 7 years ago

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Title: Cacophony Chapter 7 Read from the beginning Music/Band AU Pairing: Mikorei, side Izuseri, Rating: M Word Count: 4,183,

AO3 Summary for Ch7: The competition has finally arrived, but Suoh’s not very happy about it. thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this over! Only a few more chapters left

After weeks of practice, it was finally time. The competition was this evening, and Munakata awoke, the music in his head filling the silence. The songs had consumed him over the past few weeks, and they rolled through his head on repeat. He did feel just a hint of nerves, tugging under his skin. It had been so long since he'd actually performed, and he had never performed like this before.

But he knew these songs perfectly, and he was determined to do them, and Totsuka Tatara justice. He was ready.

Munakata stared at his closet, letting out a gentle sigh. He was certainly ready when it came to understanding and knowing the music, however, dressing for a rock concert was a whole different beast. Most concerts required him to wear a suit and tie, or at least a dress shirt and slacks. This time however, Suoh had told him not to show up in his suit or they'd send him directly home.

The only problem was, Munakata had no idea what to wear. Most of his pants were slacks, and many of his shirts were sweaters or sweater vests. He had a few t-shirts, but they were mostly plain, blue and white. He had no need for any grungy rock clothes.

Rubbing his forehead, he reached for his phone in his pocket. He'd have to ask Suoh if he could borrow some clothes. Though Suoh hadn't been in the best of moods during their last few practices. He wasn't much of a talker, but Suoh had left abruptly after every rehearsal for the last week, not staying to say anything. He hadn't even been critiquing Munakata, which had Kusanagi believing Suoh was satisfied with Munakata’s performance. Munakata however, wasn't so sure.

Text to Suoh: [Do you have some spare time? I was hoping to ask for your assistance in regards to my clothing situation for this evening.]

He pushed send, and began to look through his closet again. Nothing was really jumping out at him, but maybe he could...rip a t-shirt or something. That was edgy and interesting right? He did have a pair of dark jeans, maybe those would work? His phone buzzed and he glanced at the reply.

Text from Suoh: [comin]

Of course Suoh wasn't exactly the best with words, and his text messages were always clipped and short, but Munakata didn't care at the moment. He was relieved Suoh was going to help him.

It took Suoh close to an hour to get to Munakata's apartment. He had no idea how far away Suoh lived, but knowing him, he'd probably taken the majority of that time to get out of bed.

"Thank you for coming over Suoh, I appreciate it, seeing as I have absolutely no clue what I could possibly wear tonight," he rambled, as Suoh brushed past him and stepped inside of his apartment. Munakata noticed the few bags in his hand. He tossed them onto Munakata's couch and flopped down.

"Here," he grunted, holding one of the bags out. "I brought this."

Reaching forward, Munakata took the bag and peered inside. A collection of shirts were all bundled up and squished inside, wrinkled, completely messy. "Suoh...What is this?"

A sigh trilled from Suoh's lips. "Figured you had nothin', brought you shit," he grunted.

"Well I... appreciate it," Munakata said, clearing his throat as he pulled out one of the shirts. The front was completely torn up, and Munakata's face flushed red. "Suoh, if I wear this, my..." he trailed off.

"Yeah people will see your chest. Who cares?" he asked.

Munakata's nose wrinkled, and he placed the shirt down on the table, shaking his head. Instead, he pulled out another shirt. This one was completely black, with a pattern of dark gray paint splatter across the front, the sleeves were short, cut up to be a short-sleeved t-shirt. It looked tiny, though Munakata could imagine he and Suoh weren't too different as far as sizes went. They were about the same height and build, though Munakata was possibly a bit more lean comparatively.

"This seems...small," he observed.

"Just try it. It's supposed to be tight, and you put this over it," he muttered, chucking a leather jacket towards him. "Ya' have jeans right?"

Munakata nodded. "But they're not...tight like this?" he said. Glancing over at Suoh, he picked up the shirt and his jeans and made his way to the bathroom.

"What?" Suoh called after him. "You can't change in front of me?"

"No!" Munakata called out from the bathroom. He wasn't going to strip down in front of the other man. His mind immediately flashed to their prior kiss. Kisses had the potential to be innocent, but they also had the potential to lead elsewhere, and Munakata was starting to wonder what would've happened if Suoh had come inside with him that night. He swallowed, shaking his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of that.

He yanked the shirt over his head, surprised at how tightly it hugged his body, and he pulled up his jeans, bringing his jacket over it. "Is this...alright?" he asked, tugging on the bottom of the shirt to make sure it didn't ride up at all.

Snorting, Suoh stood up, folding his arms. "Yeah. You actually look...cool." Munakata tried to ignore the hint of red which sat upon Suoh's cheeks.

"Cool?" Munakata muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, less uptight," he chuckled, patting Munakata on the shoulder.

"Really now?" he smiled. "I suppose I should be thankful then. Without your clothes I would've looked quite foolish this evening," he smirked. He stepped back, glancing at his phone as he noticed the time. "Should we be heading out? Kusanagi mentioned sound check would be early."

Suoh sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess so. I gotta go home and grab my guitar. I'll meet you there."

"Indeed," Munakata nodded. "I look forward to...performing with you tonight," he bowed.

Suoh only waved, shutting the door behind him as he left.

Suoh was not looking forward to this evening. He’d had just about enough of their practices, and though Munakata had grown on him slightly, lately he'd just been so damn angry. He was a hypocrite, he understood that, but it didn't change how he felt.

All this time he'd been wanting Munakata to be better, to play Totsuka's songs like Totsuka. But now that he was, and he was playing them even better, Suoh regretted it. It was so damn hard, feeling as though Totsuka was behind him, playing his songs, only to turn around and discover it was Munakata...

Plus these weird stirrings he felt in regards to Munakata...he hated them. He hated how his mind kept constantly flashing back to their one, stupid kiss, and how he wanted to do more. And then the idiot had called him over this morning because he didn't have any clothes. The moron wouldn't even take off his shirt in front of him, and Suoh felt like he wanted to punch something.

Sitting on Munakata's couch, all he could imagine was Munakata nervously changing in the bathroom, his bare chest smooth and pale under the bright light of his bathroom...

No. These thoughts were absolutely stupid. He didn't have feelings for Munakata. Munakata was a replacement for one night, and one night only. Nothing more.

And after tonight, it would be all over. After tonight he could announce that he was quitting, and Munakata could go about his business, go back to his snobby classical school. Everything would be back to normal after tonight.

He stepped inside the venue, snuffing out the cigarette he had walked over with in his mouth. All around were various groups, and Suoh recognized a few of them. JUNGLE was off in the corner, looking all sullen and creepy. Suoh wasn't a fan of their style. Hakumaitou was there as well, looking bright and cheery. Their rock was upbeat, and fun, but also not really to Suoh's taste either. There were a few other groups he didn't recognize as he casually walked to where Kusanagi, Yata, and Munakata stood.

"So nice of you to join us," Kusanagi teased, and Suoh grumbled a grunt of approval in response.

"Yeah."

"Our sound check is in 30 minutes," Kusanagi explained. "We'll play a little bit of each song, just the first couple of measures, and then move on. But hey, I'm feeling pretty confident about tonight, how about you guys?"

Suoh shrugged, but watched as Munakata nodded sagely, as though he were the King of rock concerts now. Yata of course cheered, always the positive one.

"Then let's do this!" Kusanagi cheered.

The soundcheck went off without any sort of hitch, none of them needing to change anything about their set up. Yata had been nervous and started too early, so Kusanagi talked with him, making sure he didn't do it during the actual performance. Suoh however, was simply counting the hours until the damn thing was done.

He knew it was wrong, but he almost hoped they lost. He wasn't so horrible as to throw the competition, seeing as it meant too much to Kusanagi, and Suoh couldn't imagine ever playing Totsuka's songs badly even if he tried. But...if they lost, maybe Kusanagi would give up on this whole thing, and Suoh wouldn't have to be the one to quit yet again.

The groups were led backstage, told the concert was to start in a mere hour and a half, so they had to start letting people into the venue. And as they walked backstage, Suoh felt a hand on his arm.

"Suoh..." Munakata's voice was oddly quiet, and Suoh saw the way his hand trembled ever so slightly. Was he...nervous? He had no reason to be.

"Hm?" he grunted.

"I wished to...thank you," he said, a slight hint of pink of his cheeks. "You were quite harsh these past few weeks, but I do believe I have improved and it is mostly thanks to your assistance. So no matter how HOMRA does this evening, I am very grateful for what I have learned here."

Why the hell was Munakata thanking him? Actually he couldn't believe Munakata was thanking him, mostly because it seemed so out of character. The blue-haired man had come into this whole situation with so much pride, Suoh could barely believe it.

"Yeah well, you sucked, now you suck less," he grunted, stepping into their dressing room, ready to wait their turn.

Munakata let out a chuckle as he followed behind them. "Indeed. I'll take that as the highest compliment coming from you," he snorted, sitting down inside.

The group was quiet while they waited, and Suoh kept tapping his foot on the ground. What he really wanted was a damn cigarette, but he knew he wasn't allowed to smoke inside and he couldn't leave so here he was, desperately wanting to scratch that itch. They were the sixth band to play out of ten, so he knew he had quite a while before they went on stage.

His gaze kept flicking over to Munakata, the man looking a bit anxious. It was strange, he was so used to seeing Munakata looking poised, composed, as though he owned a room when he walked in, and yet now, he looked quite perturbed. He kept wringing his hands together, and glancing at his phone. Occasionally, he would close his eyes and lean his head back, his body swaying a bit as though it were going through the music in his head.

"Awashima is coming," Kusanagi said, making light conversation to break the tense silence.

"Ah yes, I spoke with her earlier," Munakata chuckled. "I think she will be quite surprised to see me...like this," he said, tugging on the jacket.

"You look perfect. I can't believe someone like you would have that just lying around in your house," Kusanagi teased.

"Oh no," Munakata began, "Suoh lent this to me. I have nothing of the sort, though the pants are mine."

"Oh yeah?" Kusanagi grinned, giving Suoh a telling look.

"Yes, thank goodness or I would've looked quite the fool," Munakata chuckled.

"Yeah," Suoh grunted, folding his legs.

There was a knock at the door finally, the stagehand letting them know they'd be up next so they were to come backstage to wait.

"Wait," Kusanagi said, standing up with the group. "I just want to say that I believe in us. We've worked really damn hard, and Totsuka would be so proud of us doing this," he said, smiling proudly. "So let's go out there and kick some ass."

"Hell yeah!" Yata cheered, thrusting his fist into the air.

Suoh nodded, his heart clenching at the mention of Totsuka's name.

They made their way backstage, waiting for JUNGLE to finish their set. Suoh wrinkled his nose, listening to Hisui Nagare scream his lungs out on the stage. Their sound hadn't changed at all in a year.

The audience cheered, louder than Suoh could ever remember them cheering for JUNGLE in the past, perhaps they had gained some traction while he'd been gone. Good for them, he supposed, though he knew they were going to be better.

Hearing JUNGLE play ignited a fire in Suoh's heart. These were Totsuka's songs, and even if Totsuka wasn't here to play them, he had to do them justice. He knew they could get more cheers than that.

"Back after an entire year hiatus, we are proud to be the ones to bring you HOMRA! Finally back to play us their amazing songs!" the MC called out, the audience cheering loudly.

Stepping out onto the stage, Suoh suddenly felt as though everything was happening in slow motion. The lights were brighter than he could remember, the white light shining brightly down onto the stage. Suoh could hear his heartbeat in time with each step he took, the crowds cheering growing more and more muffled as he stood in front of his microphone.

His guitar felt heavy around his neck, the instrument planting him close to the earth, and he couldn't feel his hands. Eventually they were going to have to start playing. He'd have to introduce them, but right now all he could hear was the sound of his shaky breathing.

Behind him, he could hear Munakata sit down, and Yata, his foot pressing against the drum pedal.

'You're the best guitar player I know!'

'I love your voice, Mikoto!'

Suoh didn't love his voice as much as he loved Totsuka's...but he had no choice. He had to find his voice. He had to say something. Their set was to be starting right now.

"Hey, uh," he grunted. "I'm Suoh, and this is HOMRA. We're gonna play some songs. They're uh...written by the best person, who couldn't be here. So...please enjoy," he muttered into the mic, not sure if anyone understood a word he had said.

'Just play something. Anything. Don’t think. Just go.’

And so...he did. His guitar felt lighter as he strummed the chord of the first song, the sound echoing through the venue. Immediately the crowd's cheers cut through his ears, and he heard as they hollered and called out to them while they played.

The music began to flow, circling around his body as he felt Totsuka's soul descend upon the stage. The brightness of the lights grew even brighter, and Suoh thought he was floating. Behind him Yata's drums pounded in his ears, and Kusanagi's bass strummed perfectly in rhythm. The worst part was, he felt as though Totsuka's soul had possessed Munakata. If he were to look behind him, he kept feeling as though he would see his old love, and not this other man, and yet, every time he glanced to the side...there was Munakata. His blue hair swayed with the motion of his body, and his fingers struck the keys at the perfect moments, the sound flowing out of the keyboard just as Suoh had wanted it to.

His heart was soaring and breaking, simultaneously, and he couldn't stop the overwhelming emotion which throbbed through his blood.

Munakata's fingers felt light as the glided over the keys, his sweat rolling down his cheeks, his body feeling so damn hot from the lights and the speed at which they were playing. He kept his eyes trained on the keyboard, not wanting to miss a note, or anything. He could barely keep track of what song was happening when.

Suoh's voice reverberated against his chest and his ears. He could hear everything, every crack, every small hitch in his voice, and Munakata could tell Suoh was feeling the music more than he had during practice. The audience's cheers and claps were positively addicting, making Munakata wish to play more, and faster, if only to keep in time with Suoh and the rest of the band.

His heart pounded, but it was light, and fluttery, the adrenaline coursing through his body. It felt better than any classical piece he'd ever played. Nothing had made him feel so damn connected, not like this. He could tell when Suoh was going to slow down, speed up...or pause...it was incredible.

The lights were blinding, and switching from song to song seemed to go by in a whirlwind, Munakata wishing it never had to end. And yet when the last chord played, he felt his hands tremble against the keys.

The audience roared with approval, and Munakata stood up, pushing himself away from the keyboard to give a shaky bow with the rest of the band. His body felt like jello, as though he were about to fall right off the stage and into the crowd.

"I...I cannot believe we did it," he said once they stepped off the stage. "That felt...amazing!" Munakata whispered, his palm placed over his chest as if he could still his fast beating heart.

"It sounded amazing!" Yata cheered.

"Totsuka would be so proud!" Kusanagi smiled, placing his hand on Suoh's shoulder, who quickly shrugged it off.

"I need a smoke," he muttered, and stormed by all of them, his body hunched over.

Munakata pursed his lips. They only had a few more sets until the announcement of the winners, but Munakata had a sneaking suspicion Suoh probably didn't care.

Walking forward, he nodded to Kusanagi, deciding he was to be the one to speak to him. It might have been better for Suoh's best friend to follow him, but Munakata's feet were moving before Kusanagi could speak up to say anything.

Munakata had no idea what to say, though he knew why Suoh was upset. Their performance had been amazing, and it had been amazing without Totsuka. It had to be a weird feeling to the other, especially when Suoh had obviously been so in love with the other.

He hadn't gone far, unsurprising of Suoh, and Munakata let out a sigh. "Do you mind if I join you?"

A non-committal grunt was Suoh's response, and Munakata leaned back against the wall, letting Suoh enjoy his cigarette in silence.

"I know you do not wish to hear this, but Suoh, Totsuka would be very proud of how you played this evening," he muttered.

"You're right, Munakata," he hissed. "I don't wish to hear it."

"It...was a really incredible performance. It is...something I've never experienced before. I have never known music to feel so alive," Munakata said.

"Yeah, because you keep playing that shitty classical crap," Suoh retorted, chucking the butt of his cigarette to the ground, stamping his foot on it aggressively.

"Well...I appreciate you letting me play these beautiful songs," Munakata said softly. "I think we have a real chance to win," he smiled.

"Whatever," Suoh said. "It doesn't matter. I don't care what happens, I'm still quitting after tonight."

Munakata felt his mouth run dry. Suoh was quitting? He blinked, staring at the other. "Y-You can't?"

"Why the hell do you care?" he sneered, glaring at Munakata. "It's not like you're sticking around. You're about to head back to your pretentious music school, and I don't want to play without Tatara. I made this clear to Izumo and he didn't listen and somehow I got roped into this bullshit!" he snapped.

It was the most Munakata had heard Suoh talk, and the loudest, and his message had come across more than clear. "It seems...no one can change your mind then?" he said, quietly. "Which is a damn shame," Munakata hissed, stepping back from him. "What you did on that stage tonight was incredible. I know you felt it, because we all felt it, and you wouldn't be this upset if you didn't notice how amazing it was. You took me to concerts, you wanted to teach me about music, and here I feel I finally connected with it, and with you, the audience and all of this. I could tell you missed this feeling. But if you want to throw it all away, no one can stop you it seems," Munakata snapped. "It'll be such a shame, to have a talent like yours wasted."

With a grunt, Suoh turned his head away from the other. "Leave me alone, Munakata."

"So be it," he said, yanking the door open to return inside.

When the results came in, it was obvious HOMRA was the clear winner. No one else had moved the crowd so greatly, and no one else had been as talented as they had. They had truly connected with the audience and each other.

Kusanagi had offered the trophy to Munakata, since it was his first concert, but he had insisted on Kusanagi keeping it since it was his idea.

"Did Mikoto come back?" Yata asked, looking around for where the guitarist could be.

Munakata simply shook his head. "He said he didn't care about the results and that he was quitting after this evening anyway."

"What!?" Kusanagi exclaimed, standing up. "What the hell, Mikoto!?" he growled, tilting his head back in frustration. "I thought...I figured after a performance like that he'd be ready to come back."

Munakata smiled sadly. "It is...quite a shame. He was so emotional, passionate, and alive tonight. He is...really doing a disservice to the world, by not sharing his talent, and Totsuka's songs. You could write more and do many great things," Munakata finished.

"I wanted to," Kusanagi whispered. "I was hoping that this would help him see how good he is, how good we can be. Totsuka would want him to do this, you know? He loved how Suoh sang, he loved how he played, he loved him."

"It seems Suoh can't let go of that, and he's letting it hold him back instead of push him forward," Munakata nodded.

"I was hoping with you here, it would help," Kusanagi admitted. He ran his hands down his face. "Now I gotta go talk to him," he groaned.

"I don't know if you'll change his mind, Kusanagi," Munakata said gently. "He sounded very resolute, and based on how he was acting at practice up during this last week, I'd say he's been planning this for awhile."

Yata slammed his drumsticks down on the counter. "Goddamn it Mikoto! We can't be HOMRA without him!"

"I'm aware, Yata," Kusanagi sighed. "But I can't force Mikoto to stay with us, or keep playing. If this is what he chooses, then so be it."

Munakata squeezed his hands together. "And...I'm afraid this must be my time to say goodbye as well. Of course I would love to...play with you, but I really must return to my main goal of working towards being a part of Scepter University," he said softly. "I have to start working on my original piece and if I get in well, I will not have a great deal of free time."

"Really?" Kusanagi said. He chuckled sadly. "I guess I should've expected that, I mean I knew when you got involved that would be the case. I just thought after tonight, ya' might consider staying. But then again our lead guitarist won't even stick around so I guess I can't blame you," he sighed.

Munakata let out a sad laugh. "Please, do not view this as personal. This was...one of the best musical experiences of my life. And I feel I'm finally ready to do what Scepter wants me to do. I finally...understand what they were looking for when it came to emotional music," he said. "And really that is all thanks to you, Totsuka, and tonight and..." he trailed off. It was obviously thanks to Suoh, but there was no point in thanking a person who wasn't there.

"So I guess this really is it then?" Kusanagi asked.

"I suppose so..." Munakata whispered, remorse heavy on his lips.

#mikorei #munakata reisi #munakata reishi #suoh mikoto #k project #k project fanfiction #au #chaptered #cacophony #music au

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pleasedontsayit · 7 years ago

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Random info about all / any of your ships? (THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.)

Lion Pack/LionPack

Back on earth, Keith once got jealous because Mae had a visit from her brother but he didn’t know about her brother [Mae and her brother were okay semi-close] and he questioned if Mae was cheating or had forgotten to say they were over. Mae thought it was adorable but she felt bad so she spent a night at Keith’s house to make up for it; It consisted of watching cheesy comedies as well as horrors [Mae jumps way too easily] and some other things.

Beyond belief, Keith sings in the shower way too much but he’s really confident because he has no idea Mae has recordings of him singing on her phone that she will sometimes play as blackmail, or for entertainment purposes of the other Paladins.

Mae found a way to attain a suit that was similar to Keith’s paladin armor/armour and when Keith saw it, he got about as red as his lion and the others have yet to let him forget it. She uses it mostly when she accompanies on missions or if she decides to recklessly become a decoy for the enemy [which makes Keith get fired up because damned he be if he let Mae get hurt]

Mae mentioned having kids at some point in the future, and Keith completely lose everything about him. It started off with comments of “The universe comes first” “Kids are too worrisome” etc. and Mae let it go, although she was disappointed because kids weren’t a big priority or thought but she thought futurewise that it would’ve been nice

---Keith later found out because Mae has a habit of sleeptalking, and it often wakes him up. He didn’t realize that Mae was serious and internally beat himself up for a while. He started training more until he felt he was ready to try to re-talk to Mae about it. She had to assure him that if he wasn’t ready for kids or didn’t care to have kids, then that was fine with her because she’s happy just being with him regardless.

---This also led to Keith (accidentally??) explaining that he was just worried he wouldn’t be a proper father, and that protecting a child in space was something he didn’t know he could do, and plus raising a child alone just about would be something he didn’t want to put her through [Considering the missions him and the others have to constantly go on and such]

The first time Mae got severely injured and had to spend days in a healing pod, Keith refused to leave [Refuses to leave ever when she’s in one] but he eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. He jolted awake from his yelling because he had had a nightmare that Mae came out of the healing pod but she didn’t make it and he spent minutes panicking before he realized she was still there and in the healing pod.

He’s horrible at planning anything, so for a birthday or for an anniversary, he has to try to work with the others on ideas because he just doesn’t want to look stupid, although that’s all that happens but Mae loves the thought regardless.

---One birthday, Keith was walking with the cake and tripped right as Mae walked into the room and he faceplanted into it. Cake and Icing filled and covered his face and hair and the others lost all control and attacked the two with silly string that one of them somehow had managed to make or buy in the space mall. The clean up was not fun.

Light Bursts/LightBursts

Yukine would insist in sleeping under different blankets or covers when they first started dating, but at some point he always found himself cuddling against Mae under the same blanket.

Yukine loves giving Mae his jacket because when she returns it, it smells like her and it’s one of his favorite scents; Her scent is this mix of rose petals on a rainy afternoon and a cool, lightly sea salt type smell like you would smell on the beach. So like, sea salted rose petals or something.

Mae would sometimes find herself on the receiving end of Yukine’s anger when dealing with Yato some days, but she’d always be greeted with flowers and her favorite sweet(s) as an apology, along with many many cuddles and movies/films of her choice.

Sunshine Flowers/SunshineFlowers

Hide loves her just way too much. He refuses to let her walk to/from anywhere alone. If either of them have work, he’ll put in a request for her to wait somewhere near by or at work where it’s safe until he can get there, and then he’ll call her when he has the chance to talk to her about her day and he’ll stop by to pick up flowers on random days. If her feet hurt or she’s really tired, he’ll carry her home on his back.

If she works late, Hide will cook her favorite meal and have it ready for when he goes to pick her up. He’ll already have a plate made for her as well as something to drink [Probably Ice Sweet Tea or an occasional Dr.Pepper] and he’ll tell her to sit down and he’ll bring it over to her; Even take off her shoes and socks for her and runs a warm bath full of bubbles for her when she’s finished eating. He’d even carry her to the bathtub because he’s just such a dork.

Short Attitudes/ShortAttitudes

Yata at first acts like he really doesn’t care about the relationship and people start to question it, but Mae’s the one to stop the questioning. Not to be mistaken, she’s conflicted herself but she refuses to allow anyone else to question his decisions. In reality, Yata just really had no idea what to do because his previous relationship(s) were uh, really, something different compared to how Mae is.

When she steals his board to try to skate, she gets pretty scraped up a few times and Yata won’t show it but holy shit does he get worried because what if the wounds get infected and how badly is she hurt and is she lying about her pain and what does he do because he has no clue?? He rarely tends to his own wounds, but Mae being injured is something he refuses to let be.

If any of the other clan members, or anyone else, in general, gets too close or friendly, he turns into this like, sour patch kid type person. He’d get really jealous and territorial, which would be the sour part, but he’d also be really careful not to piss Mae off with it.

Sometimes can’t help but annoy his fellow clan members with stories of habits Mae has and such; Like how curly her hair gets when it’s wet, or how bright her blue eyes shine with that hint of yellow when she gets really excited, or how her hair is also just really silky and smooth without conditioner like, was that even possible?? The others then have to practically beg for him to shut up.

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Hit n Run [BONGLENI]

XXVIII. Deception

"Bongets." Martin greeted him upon entering his office the next day. "Cancelled yung meeting mamayang ten. Gusto mo sumama saamin ni Ariella for coffee, early lunch or late breakfast." He chuckled.

"Sama mo si Leni para double date." He suggested, Bongbong looked at him coldly.

"Uy, okay ka lang?" He asked upon seeing him look pale and stressed. Bongbong remained silent. He tried to figure out to himself what could his problem be. He looked around and recalled that he haven't seen Leni around yet.

"Bong." He called his attention. "Wala na kami ni Leni." He confessed compendiously making Martin dumbfounded and a bit worried.

"Ah... Uh... Okay ka lang?" He asked carefully. "No." Bongbong replied shortly. "Wala na kami, nasaktan ko siya. Paano ako magiging okay?" He wanted to break down but he ironically felt too numb with the pain.

—

Leni didn't show up in the office for the next days, Bongbong didn't bother to report her constant absences as he considered her reason — because she isn't ready to see him again or she just didn't want to see him yet. He patiently waited for a couple more days for her to come back to work.

Daphne entered Bongbong's office and handed her a document forwarded from the HR department. "Thanks." He uttered and asked her to leave. He started to read the document and felt destroyed as he realized that it was Leni's resignation request letter. He became half oblivious for a moment as it sank to him things are going.

She wants to go. She wants to completely part ways pero bakit ako nasasaktan? Ginusto ko naman 'to.

He signed the request even if it hurts him to let her go of the company. They have been working for several years together and he felt worried that he'll have a hard time to get used to not having her around anymore.

The HR department immediately hired a new executive assistant for Bongbong to replace Leni. Days passed by and Bongbong just felt how irreplaceable Leni was in his life but he can't do anything about it anymore.

—

Bongbong no longer bothered Leni as he felt like he didn't have the face to even reach out for her again. He tried to focus on the companies he is working at especially Rocos and he gave time to assist Louise with her appointments and pregnancy even if he didn't want it.

He was at her side during her ultrasound sessions. He paid for her bills and medications to keep their child healthy until her due date.

There was no more turning back and he decided to stop trying to think about Leni and focus on fixing his mess first.

Imee and Imelda felt sad about his ending with Leni. They liked them so much together, they never thought it would actually come to an end. A bad end.

They didn't have the courage to plead Leni to stay as they know that Bongbong's fault is hard to forgive.

—

Few months later, Louise gave birth to a baby boy. It was bothersome but Bongbong didn't feel much connection with the child but he had no choice but to accept it.

I've thought of having a baby boy... But it's with Leni... Kaya lang nandiyan na e.

More months have passed, Louise and Bongbong was stupefied upon discovering that their child has developed a hemophilia. The child needed to undergo experimental gene therapy and Bongbong gladly spent a whole lot of money for his medication.

Later that year, Bongbong decided to undergo blood transfusion with the child to replenish it's system. He no longer asked for Louise's permission, he just wanted the child to stay healthy — that's the least thing he could do. He underwent blood check up and tests before the transfusion.

—

Days passed by before Bongbong was able to get the results from the hospital. He checked on the results to check if he is eligible but it surprised him to see negative results. He went back to the nurse to ask for a clear interpretation of the results.

"I would just like to ask kung bakit hindi ako pwedeng magblood transfusion kay Sandro?" He asked. The nurse took the result paper and examined it. "Ah, meaning po hindi match yung DNA niyo sir, hindi po pwede magdonate ng blood if hindi match." The nurse explained. "Pero kase alam ko pareho kami ng blood type and anak ko siya." He found it hard to believe. "Accurate ba 'tong mga lab results?" He asked. "Yes sir. If you want po, you can try out another test so we can confirm." The nurse suggested.

Bongbong thought twice about considering it. He started to think about everything. He never felt close to the child, it's like it wasn't really his. Louise kept her replies concise when he asks about the child's background and then the results. Their DNAs don't match. He started to feel the anger growing inside him for the possible deception. He went to Louise's place to confront her right away.

"Uy, Bong. Napadaan ka?" She asked. He immediately pulled her out of the room and confronted her at the living room to avoid waking up the sleeping child.

"Pwede bang paki-explain saakin 'to?" He dared and handed her the DNA test results. She opened it and felt doomed. She was caught.

"Hindi match yung DNA namin? Pano nangyari yon e anak ko si Sandro?!" He yelled at her but she remained quiet. "We're you trying to trick me the whole time? Anak ko ba talaga siya?!" He continued but still no response from her.

He knew she was guilty with how she remained silent upon the confrontation. "Bong, I can explain—"

"Tàngína, Louise!" He swore. "Anong kagàguhan 'to?! Sinayang ko yung oras at pera ko sa hindi ko naman anak? Pera lang pala ang habol mo?!" He yelled. "You could have just asked me! Did you know how much I suffered and sacrificed para sa kalokohang 'to?!"

"I gave up so much for this tapos malalaman ko pinaglololoko mo lang pala ako?!" He wanted to tell her about how much he suffered when he lost the love of his life because of it but he didn't want to sound so weak.

"I'm sorry." She uttered. "Gusto ko lang magkaroon ng maayos na future yung anak ko... At matinong tatay." She continued.

He grunted and glared at her. "You want a nice future?!" He pulled out a cheque and issued P200,000 for her. "Ayan! Kunin mo lahat at wag na wag ka nang magpapakita saakin kahit kelan!" He warned her. "Ayoko nang makita maski anino mo, Louise, ipasok mo yan sa utak mo!" He added before he stomped out and slammed the door.

He drove away and got himself wasted with Martin later in the evening as he opened up to him what he just learned.

"Ano?!" Martin exclaimed upon hearing the news. "Nakaka-gàgo talaga!" He replied and took a few drinks.

"Gusto kong makipagbalikan kay Leni... And to apologize." He brought up. Martin found it a bit of a bad idea. "Bong... I don't think that is a very good idea..." He replied.

"Bakit hindi?" He asked. "Halos isang taon na kayong wala ni Leni. Baka nakamove on na yon by this time..." Martin explained.

"Well, hindi ba mas perfect time to come back especially if everything between us isn't that old yet? Pwede pang ibalik!" He sounded so hopeful. "Eh... Di ko alam. Mas kilala mo siya e. Kung tingin mong okay yan, eh di go." He replied.

"Tama." Bongbong exhaled. "How are you gonna talk to her? She changed her number, di ba?" He asked. "Pupunta ako sakanila bukas." He sounded so decided.

—

As he took his steps to Leni's apartment the next day, it felt intolerable for Bongbong to long for Leni's presence and touch. He missed seeing her smiles, he missing seeing her and after a while, he's gonna see her again.

"Sino pong hanap niyo, sir?" The receptionist asked him. "Ah, nandito ba si Leni? Leni Robredo sa apartment 028." He stated. The land lady checked the list.

"Sir, wala pong Leni Robredo sa 028." She informed him. "Ha? Sigurado ka? Leni Robredo, Maria Leonor, Natalia sa 028?" He asked.

The lady checked their database but there wasn't any Leni living within their units. "Wala po sir, e." She informed him.

"Dito siya nakatira, sigurado ako. Yung may kapatid na bata. Si Natalia. Si Leni yung mga 5'2 siguro tapos hanggang dito yung buhok..." He tried his best to describe her but the clerk was clueless.

"Anong meron?" The land lady came and asked. "Yes, dito nakatira si Leni Robredo 'di ba? Remember?" He replied as he recalled the landlady.

"Yung kasama niya yung bata niyang kapatid?" He added. The landlady looked at him for a moment before she finally recalled. "Ah! Si Leni, yung kapatid ni Natalia. Ikaw yung boyfriend niya, di ba?" The landlady exclaimed. "Yes! Opo!" He replied.

"Eh, matagal nang di nakatira dito sila Leni." She informed him. "Po...?" He uttered. "Matagal nang umalis yung magkapatid na yon dito? May isang taon na yata." She shared. "Anong nangyari? Akala ko ba kayo?" She asked.

He felt a bit astonished to hear the news from the landlady. "Wala na po kami e... Anyways, alam niyo ba kung saan sila lumipat?" He asked.

"Ay hindi e."

He felt down and tried visiting Natalia's new school but later discovering that she also transferred to another institution.

He felt hopeless to reach out Leni again. Nobody knew where she moved out. Nobody knew her active phone number either. He just couldn't think of a way to communicate with her.

—

Bongbong invited Martin for a drinking session again. He confided to him about his struggle to reach out for Leni again.

"Hindi ko alam kung saan siya hahanapin o kung pano ko siya hahanapin. I just wanted to apologize and explain myself... It doesn't matter if she forgives me or not..." He opened up. Martin hated to see him so down. He wasn't used to it. He felt his weakness.

"Bong... Don't you think this is your fate?" He asked. "I mean... Maybe there is a reason behind all these. A good one. And... If you really think that you and Leni are meant for each other... Then fine. If you're really meant for each other, babalik at babalik yan. You'll cross paths in the future without even trying." He tried to enlighten him.

"Ang magagawa mo lang ngayon is is to wait and hope to cross paths with her again just like how you crossed paths with her at the hospital, remember? It was all unexpected." He advised. "Bong. If it's meant to be, it will be. That's how destiny works." He added.

Bongbong knew he was right. There's nothing else he can do to reach out for Leni again. All their communications turned impossible after she disappeared with the wind. He had no choice but to wait for her to come back. But the question now is... will she ever come back?

#bongleni #series #hnr

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