#managers like ‘sakurai what was that’

[marbleboa]

Out of all the possible options for Sakurai post-Claw I am always absolutely delighted by the comedy in the Smilemart decision. Just like. Imagine you are the manager at this convenience store. Many of your previous hires are older teens or college students just looking to make some money part time. The most severe looking man in a suit walks in for an interview like he took a wrong turn on the way to the corporate office.

He opens his very official looking briefcase retrieve his resume, upon catching a glimpse of the inside you see that was the only thing in there. The resume in question is well laid out design-wise but after a moment you realize there is just a single job listed. When asked he provides a well-spoken response on his focused work ethic and experience in a position of management—however, it’s so vague you still can’t quite figure out what exactly this job was. He apparently never finished middle school. Strange as the whole situation seems to be you give him a shot and even while he never loses that odd intensity of his he quickly ends up being the most hard working employee you’ve ever had.

[ichigo-plasma]

I LOVE HARUKA, he's so cute 🥺🥰 I like yandere subs. And can you write more about Haruka? Like if the fem reader is going to confess to Haruka and if the reader is more dominant? pushing Haruka further and further to the limit until he becomes a crying mess...

Can I be the anon"🌙"?

The Attention You Crave

Synopsis: Haruka is super obsessed with you. He started stalking you and memorizing your routine in Milgram, taking some of your belongings... he was pathetic for you really. But unbeknownst to him, you didn't mind, you were into it, you liked how pathetic he was for you. And tonight, you are going to make sure he knows.

On The Menu: you heard 🌙 anon, reader is more dominant, Haruka is a masochist so he is super into it (he is a canon masochist), suggestive, yandere Haruka, stalking, a slap based and choking based on Es's interrogation with Haruka in T1, Yuno, Muu, and Es mentioned!, Haruka lied about his age because he’s embarrassed about how old he is

A/N: Milgram T3 made me sad but while Haruka might be not doing well in Jackalope's Milgram, in the Ichigo-Plasma Milgram world, Haruka is doing just fine! I tend to make Haruka as more of a switch but I am down to try domming him. Let’s make him cry happy tears! Let’s all dom Haruka Sakurai! ^_^ <3 Please enjoy 🌙 anon if you have more requests send them my way!

Haruka had always been drawn to you. It started the moment you first spoke to him in Milgram, the way your voice held a warmth he had never known. You looked at him—really looked at him—without disgust, without fear. Your attention became his addiction, something he craved more than he could admit.

So he started following you. Not in an obvious way, but enough to learn your habits, enough to always be near when you needed something. It wasn’t creepy, he told himself. He just… wanted to be close to you. And maybe he stole some stuff from your cell in Milgram… he managed to snag some of your underwear before it made it to the prison laundry, he’d lick the extra scraps off your food tray that you didn’t finish—savoring licking each spike of your used fork… he knows it was not super normal but he truly just wanted to feel closer, that’s all! You hadn’t seemed to notice!

But the more time passed, the more he needed from you. Your praise. Your kindness. Your touch. He started sneaking into your cell when you were hanging with other prisoners—taking in your scent on your bed and running away before he knew you’d be making your way back (don’t ask how he knew when you’d come back). He will admit though, he was getting a bit bold and clumsy with his stalking and one day when he came to lick the extra food off your tray, you left a little message reading “I left some extra of the foods I know you like Mr. Stalker~<3”.

And when he realized you knew? That you had seen right through him? That was when his whole world completely shifted—because unbeknownst to him you were into it.

You liked how pathetic he was for you.

You liked how desperate he was.

And tonight, you were going to make sure he knew it.

Haruka barely had time to react before you shoved him against the wall. His breath hitched, his body jolting at the force of it, but he didn’t try to run. He liked this. The way you overpowered him, the way your hands gripped him like you owned him.

“W-Wait, y-you’re s-serious?” he stammered, wide-eyed.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, his lips trembling as you traced your fingers over his throat, barely applying pressure—just enough to make him feel it.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” you murmured, watching as he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing under your touch. “What, do you not want me, Haruka? I know you’re the reason some of my underwear are missing. I saw them in your cell covered in wet stains.”

His breath hitched, his hands twitching at his sides. “I-I… I d-d—” He shook his head frantically, but his body betrayed him—his lips parted slightly, his knees trembling.

You chuckled. “Liar.”

A soft whimper escaped him as you pressed closer, your hand slowly traveling down his arm before catching his wrist. His fingers twitched under your grip, his whole body shaking.

“I bet you love this,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing against his ear. “Being completely at my mercy… pinned against a wall with nowhere to run.”

He shuddered.

“I-I—” he started to whimper but he looked more starstruck than upset. Happy to finally have your attention one on one.

“You can’t even deny it, can you?” Your fingers ghosted down the side of his throat, tracing the rapid thrum of his pulse. “Such a cute little masochist… I wonder what else you’d let me do to you?”

His whole body tensed, a quiet gasp escaping his lips. “P-Please…” he whimpered, not even knowing what he was begging for.

You smiled. “Please what?”

He shivered violently. His hands, which had been clenched into fists inside his cutely oversized Milgram shirt sleeves, hesitantly moved—gripping your own sleeves, desperate, needy.

“A-Anything,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Y-You can do a-anything to m-”

Oh, he had no idea what he had just agreed to.

*Slap.*

A sharp whimper nearing a moan tore from his lips as your palm met his cheek—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to shock him, to leave a lingering warmth on his skin. His breath hitched, and for a split second, his lashes fluttered as his whole body shuddered.

“You're funny, Haruka,” you mused, your fingers gripping his jaw, tilting his head up so he couldn’t look away. “I think you like this a little too much.”

A whimper escaped him, his hands now twitching at his sides. “I-I…”

Your other hand slid down his chest, slowly, teasingly, your fingers pressing into the fabric of his pants just enough to make him feel it. You could tell he was getting hard, a small bulge forming in his pants. His breath hitched, his knees wobbling as his whole body became hyper-aware of your every touch down where he needed it most.

“Then beg me,” you murmured.

Haruka whined, his face going impossibly red embarrassed that he was enjoying this so much, finally getting your attention. “P-Please… t-touch me, u-use me, I-I d-don’t care—j-just don’t s-giving me attention—”

God, he was adorable.

You pressed your knee between his thighs, just enough to make him gasp, feeling the now hard bulge begging for relief through his pants, his hands clutching at your clothes in pure desperation. “So needy,” you mused, tilting your head. “You really do love being controlled, don’t you?”

He nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “I-I do—I-I w-want you t-to t-take c-control—”

You brought your hands to his neck and lightly squeezed his throat, just enough to cut off the next word, just the right amount you knew a masochist like him would like. (Yuno told you he’d probably like it when she told you what she heard about Haruka’s interrogation with Es, maybe Es even told you themself).

His breath stuttered, his lashes fluttering shut for a moment before he forced himself to look at you again, drunkenly grinning like you were giving him ultimate pleasure.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Go on, beg for it.”

His whole body trembled but he couldn’t stop smiling drunkenly, his grip tightening on your sleeves. “P-Please… I-I w-want you t-to t-take control… u-use me, d-do whatever y-you want, j-just don’t stop paying attention to m-me—” 

God, he was so cute and pathetic.

You chuckled, releasing his throat to let him to gasp for air. “You’re so cute… I bet you’d let me do anything to you.”

Haruka nodded frantically. His face was flushed and he was crying a bit to the point of whining, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “A-Anything… I-I b-belong to y-you, I-I’ll d-do whatever you w-want—”

Your hand slid down his chest, manicured nails courtesy of Muu sliding up under his shirt tracing his skin. His breath hitched, his whole body tensing.

“Good boy, happy you accepted my confession” you whispered.

A shuddering whimper escaped him, his knees threatening to buckle.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. “You’re mine now, Haruka. I’ll give you all the attention and love you crave.”

A sob tore from his throat. His whole body trembled as he clung to you, his nails digging into your clothes, as if you’d disappear if he let go. He was a mess—whimpering, gasping, crying from sheer happiness, his voice cracking as he nuzzled desperately into you. Happy to finally be noticed by you, to be loved weakly.

“Th-Thank you… th-thank y-you… I-I l-love you, I-I l-love you s-so much, p-please d-don’t l-let me go, p-please…” he whined.

You smirked, petting his hair like he was a cute puppy as his tall stature practically melted in your touch. Hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless for you.

[harukasangel]

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽

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Characters: Haruka Sakurai x Fem!Afab!reader

Content: Fluff + Smut, aged up!Haruka, non milgram au (but everyone is still implied to be friends somehow), rough service dom!Haruka, jealously, treading into yandere territory, but it's mostly just possessiveness, oral (fem receiving) overstimulation, creampies, aftercare

A/N: Got inspired when I saw not one but two Haruka smuts on the tags today, and I thought "Huh.....I really should post my own ideas about Haruka, cause there's barely any content about him. Let alone, romantic content about him </3". So yay!

"Y/N....!"

You whipped your head, seeing your long term boyfriend running towards you. Before you could greet him, he practically threw himself at you, engulfing you in a hug. He smiled, nuzzling up against you almost like a cat. Any other time, you'd find his soft affections cute, but in public was a bit embarrassing. You gently peeled Haruka off of you, giving him a gentle smile

"Yeah, I'm right here. No need to run, I saw you coming," You assured him, achieving a pink tint lighting up onto his pale cheeks. His face was flustered, as he looked down, failing to hide his unease. Haruka was usually a calm person, but he had a habit of, quite literally, tackling you with affection when he hasn't seen you in so long. However, his definition of 'so long' was basically a normal shift at work for you

"S-Sorry..." He bashfully apologized before looking up at you carefully. "H-How is everything, was work okay?" He asked, earning a nod

"It was fine. I came straight here after my shift ended. How is everything at home?"

"Good. I did some cleaning!" He replied, proud of himself for the accomplishment. With time and help, Haruka managed to assist with the household chores with you. It wasn't fair that you were the one working and then taking care of your supposed shared home

However....

"Oh, nice, thank you, Haruka. Did you managed to do some laundry?"

He still struggled in some areas. He was trying his best, he definitely was. He just needed some more patience with other chores that required a bit more help

"I was going to, but I still....got confused...sorry..." he sighed. You chuckled lightly, taking his hand in yours. He jolted from the sudden affection as you squeezed his hand, intertwining your fingers with his

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it tomorrow. And I'll do the cleaning too," You offered, making Haruka stutter out a few incoherent words before finally replying. Such a simple offer of taking care of him and not getting mad was enough to make the boy's heart race

"T-Then I'll make dinner! I may not be able to cook much, but what do you want to eat?" He asked, eager to do something for you. You pondered for a bit, already walking hand and hand through the amusement park with your boyfriend. You were about to open your mouth to respond, when suddenly, a large mountain of pink fluff was presented to you

"Would you like some cotton candy, miss? It's on the house for a beautiful girl like you~" An unfamiliar male's voice made you look at him, smiling a bit...too sweetly. He closed the distance between you two, completely ignoring Haruka standing next to you

"Well? C'mon, I know the saying is 'food is the way to a man's heart', but perhaps it can also work the other way around~" He pressed again, making you awkwardly chuckle

"N-No, thanks. I'm here with my boyfriend," You placed emphasis on the last word, holding up your intertwined fingers with Haruka's, as a matter of fact. A statement. Haruka winced, not in pain, but at everything that was happening to suddenly. You two just walked into the theme park, and now....this guy....is already getting too close to you....

"Oh? Beautiful and humble? I knew you were special when I laid my eyes upon you. But what does having a boyfriend have to do with accepting some free cotton candy~?" The guy insisted once again. Haruka looked at you two, a mix of emotions eating inside of him. He was confused, anxious, and jealous, along with something else he couldn't quite put a label on. He tugged on your sleeve, making you turn to him, worried

"It's free cotton candy, Y/N....if you want, you can take it...." He mumbled, any form of confidence he never had somehow evaporated. You sighed, patting his head. His eyes widen, slightly puzzled, but melted into the reassurance

"No, Haruka. I don't want to accept something from a random stranger," You smiled, but it disappeared when you turned back ot the guy. "We're leaving. Bye," You sternly stated, walking out of the park with your boyfriend in hand

Haruka sighed in relief, the suffocating feeling from such a simple interaction now washing over. However, he couldn't shake off the guy that was offering you the tasty treat. He was pretty handsome. And the way he freely complimented you. Haruka knew he didn't deserve you and yet....you said you loved him, over and over again. It was a selfish desire, but he didn't want to let go of that dream

But.....

Would you leave him for someone else?

Could you do better?

No. Haruka knew you weren't that cruel. You were nothing but an angel to him. Muu told him that guys should treat women like queens, which is what he strived for. He dug his fingernails into his free hand, trying to hide the pain--the bloodlust even--that was boiling inside of him. He let out a shaky breath, enough for you to check any signs of discomfort on his face as you walked home. With the threat of something stealing your attention away from him, it might result in something he would regret later on...

You two stepped inside your shared home, the apartment you saved up for before you whisked Haruka away from the hellhole that was his mother's place. You locked the door and took your shoes off, trailing your eyes towards Haruka's hand that was still balled up. You sighed, gently taking it in yours, using slight force to unlock the fist he made

"Haruka, your hand....old habits don't die easily, huh?" You lightly traced your finger along the cut that his nails created inside his palm. He winced, but his cheeks flushed pink again, this time, with shame. You led him to your shared bedroom, instructing him to sit on the bed as you went to get the first aid kit

Haruka stayed silent as you tended to his self-imposed cut, staring at how you delicately wrapped the wound in padded gauze after you disinfected it. You let out a heavy exhale, the silence slowly killing both of you. After you shoved the first aid kit back into the open cabinet, the sudden slam of the door made Haruka jump

"Haruka, tell me....were you upset at the guy at the theme park?" You asked, making him feel a shot of bile rise up inside his throat. Would you think less of him if he told you he--the useless him--was jealous that someone obviously more handsome and bolder than him was hitting on you? No....no, no, no. He had to constantly remind himself that your kindness was real. You wouldn't hate him. You praised him, looked at him, and needed him

"I....think I was jealous of him....for how he was talking with you....I'm sorry...." He hung his head in shame at his confession. His guilt was only short lived, seeing that you gently cradled his face with your hands, making you look at him. He averted his eyes anywhere but your own, making you giggle at his cuteness

"Don't be jealous, Haruka. He was being pushy, and I didn't like that. I only love you, you know that, right?" You assured him, making his blush grow deeper in hue

"You....love me?" His eyes lit up like a child that just received praise. His face contorted into a shy smile "I.....you really love someone like me....? Thank you....I love you too...." He stammered out, staying silent for a few more moments before his gaze changed from shy to pleading

"Say it again...please?"

You chuckled nervously, but his gaze was desperate and needy. Something that oddly turned you on. Haruka was so hopelessly in love, how he wanted to do anything you please you was so adoring and sweet of him

"Alright, then.... I love you, Haruka. You're such a sweet boy...such a good boy..." You chuckled, ruffling his hair. He made a noise that sounded like a sigh, but came out as sweet moan. He felt himself becoming putty in your hands, but used any remaining strength to grab your arm, gently pushing you on the bed with him. His pupils were dilated, his mouth panting with gasps that were suppose to come out as praises for you. He climbed on top of you, enough space were he wasn't straddling you, but you both knew that would soon change

"You look so pretty, angel....my angel...." He giggled, resting his weight onto you fully. He didn't want to hurt you and he didn't weigh that much, but his body plopping down on yours made your eyes jolt in surprise. He fidgeted with the necklace, his necklace, that now rested prettily on your neck. His eyes gazes lovingly at the sight, and moved down to your left hand. He reached for it, seeing the silver ring decorated with a small clustered of blue gems at the center. A promise ring Muu and Mahiru helped him pick out. Three weeks into dating, but he just wanted to snag you so fast

He pressed a kiss onto your hand, staring at the ring for a few more moments before he rested his head against your chest. He maneuvered is head against the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on it. You gasped at the sensation, but Haruka littered kisses, ranging from quick pecks to long, sloppy licks, along your throat. His hot breath mixed with your flushed skin made him gasp for air, but he would rather die than stop hearing the cute sounds he was making you squeak out. The way you whimpered and whined when his lips found your pulse, several quick pecks and messy smooches worshipping the smooth skin

"I.....I don't want to hurt you, Y/N...." He managed to pant between kisses, exploring every section of your neck with his chapped lips, following in the different directions that each slope took him in. You felt his kisses going up and down, his tongue trailing along any mark he accidentally made along the way. "Y-You....you should say something now..." Soon, he was spoiling your neck with love bites and hickies, pampering them with final kisses and sucks to salvage any pain he shamefully left behind

You didn't. Your shaky hands found his locks once again and gracefully grabbed a fistful of his hair. You tugged on it, not hard at all. Although, you had no idea if it was in effort to not hurt him or his kisses leaving you breathless. This wasn't your first time with Haruka. It may have taken a long time, but you two have made love before. Haruka was never one to dom, mostly letting you ride him until you were satisfied. It's not that Haruka didn't want to dom, he just never has before. Haruka....what type of dom would he be? It was something you fantasized more often than not. Unbeknownst to Haruka, you were encouraging him to show you the answer

"Haruka.....please...." you whimpered, making him go red in the face, short circuiting from the desperate pleas you were making. You--his princess--were laid out messily on the bed, needy and desperate. Haruka almost fainted seeing how many hickies he left on your neck, as if he was doing to die from embarrassment

"A-Are you sure, b-beloved?" He asked frantically, as you couldn't wait any longer. You reached out to tug his pants from his waist, making him get the message. Your shaky and rapid movements enabled him to help, as he flung his shirt from his hand, as you freed his throbbing cock from his pants and underwear. In complete contrast to his sloppy movements, he went to unbutton your blouse hastily, but still took the time to worship every inch of you. He threw your shirt and bra to the side, peppering the valley of fat with kisses. He moved down and get rid of your shorts, sliding them down before throwing them into a forgotten corner of the room

"Haruka....?" You said his name, almost like a question, as he saw your panties, a wet spot soaked right where your labia rested. He continued to kisses, tracing them along your waistband, until he started to leave feverish kisses onto your clothed clit. You squealed, throwing your head back at his passion. Finally, he hooked his fingers around your waistband, revealing your glistening mound. He discarded the final piece that was between him and your heat, all for him. He blew onto your sensitive flesh, making you squirm, prompting Haruka to hold your hips down. He pressed a reassuring kiss onto your hip, muttering sweet nothings

"It's okay, angel....I'll be gentle...I promise..." He rubbed soft circles with his thumb onto your side, soothing you back into the mattress. Haruka took that a as silent signal to continue. He pressed heated kisses onto your wetness, licking excessive cum that coated your clit and opening. His mouth vacuumed hard around your opening, sucking hard to clear any residue, revealing your pretty pink bud to him--and him only. His tongue drilled into you, feeling you clench around his pink muscle. He mound, feeling your clamp tightly, his erection so incredibly hard and red. He bucked his hips into the mattress, as an attempt to relief himself, at least somewhat

You, on the other hand, were withering with ecstasy, your mind foggy and clouded from the insane pleasure that Haruka was giving you. Somewhere beyond your hazy eyes, you saw Haruka rocking his hips into the mattress as he ate you out, lapping his tongue onto your sensitive bud, occasionally sliding it in and out after clearing his way for the future

You bucked into his mouth, tugged his hair, trying to give him any sort of signal as to what he should really be bucking his hips into. You couldn't really tell if your efforts were in vain or not, only subtly tugging onto his hair and body before you felt yourself convulse, a sharp gasp followed by a soft moan signaled you squirting right onto Haruka's tongue. He smiled, swallowing your sticky cum, satisfied at the sweet taste down his throat

"Hehehe....you're too kind to me...." He breathed out, letting go of your hips to positioned himself as well as he can. His legs were shaking from the moment both you and him were waiting for, feeling as he can collapse on you any minute. The look in his eyes was that of a dehydrated man in a desert, and you were his oasis. He grabbed your hips once more, spreading your legs to reveal your already aching sex to him. He leaned down to kiss you gingerly, pressing his forehead towards yours

"You're so cute, Y/N....you're unfair...." He whined, before pushing himself fully into you. You winced at the fullness, taking him completely as it burned inside of you. You squirmed in his embrace, his hold on your hips forcing you to adjust to his length before he caressed you gently

You felt Haruka finally collapse onto you, breathing deeply as he also needed to adjust to your tightness. You've done it before, yes. But every time he enters you, he still can't believe how good you feel. Your velvety walls squeezing him so deliciously. he stayed still for a few minutes, before he realized that you adjusted into his cock, as if he molded it into the perfect sheath for it. He gave you kisses starting from your collarbone, making a path towards your jawline. When he finally planted a kiss onto your lips, he started his pace, sensual and slow

"Nghh.....you're so p-pretty....so tight....I d-don't think I can....s-stop...myself...." Haruka moaned, his balls slapping against your entrance with every rhythmic and shallow thrust he made into you. He tightened his grip onto your waist, not enough to hurt you, but allowed himself to nearly hoist you onto the bed. He groaned as his cock filled impossibly deeper inside of you, twitching with pathetic anticipation

"I love you...I love you, I love you, I love you!" He nearly howled, each declaration of love punctuated hard by his thrusts quickening by the second. Soon, his gentle and slow pace became brutal, his cock slamming into you with passion and slight cruelty. Haruka felt his bloodlust come back, remembering the guy at the theme park cloud his judgement and pressed his buttons. Haruka knew he wasn't the smartest, but he knew one thing for sure--no one else would ever get to see you like this. Haruka was your first for everything. Only he would get to see your face melting with pleasure

"Y-You......love me too, right? Right Y/N? No one else? You praise me, and....you look at me...and--and you need me....r-right?!" He asked, his moans echoing off each time he took a breath. His inhuman pace only speed up impossibly more, his thrusts sporadic. You could only nod, gasping in surprise and euphoria at how much stamina one man can have. You knew Haruka was strong, but in this aspect as well? Holding your hips down as he bullies his cock relentlessly into your tightness? Since when was Haruka this bold?

Haruka was prone to be jealous, but he never said anything out of insecurity and fear that you would hate him. The conflict would usually resolve itself over some honestly, reassurance, and feeding each other cotton candy while watching movies. Not this time, though. The man seemed to have royally pissed off Haruka, and even with your usual reassurance, you knew his anger was being taken our on you through his bruising thrusts

His possessiveness was a trait that he couldn't help, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You knew it. It just was evident in the way he didn't even like it when you thought a stray cat on the street was cute. Knowing his past, it was understandable, and you knew it only meant that Haruka made you the center of his world and practically worshipped you. But you knew that his obsession sometimes turned into possession, and oh boy, did he take it out in the worst ways possible...

Sex wasn't really something Haruka used as a punishment, rather he just loved to be dominated by you. Haruka's kindness and soft spoken demeanor always made you fantasize about him being a gentle dom with soft, service tendencies. Never did you think that he would be *this* rough, with stamina *this* mind-numbing with how unsuspecting he is. I suppose the phrase "I can kill anything smaller than me" accounts for having the stamina and strength to prove it

Your thoughts were hazy and foggy with how hard Haruka was pounding into you. He used his weight to hold you down, removing one hand from your hips to press it against your stomach. His big hand pressed down on your tummy, making you whimper at the pressure. He moaned feeling himself inside of you, the same hand traveling to your breasts to cup them, rolling your incredibly hard nipple with his thumb

"I need you, Y/N....a-are you...close? I'm close too...I wanna cum t-together...!" He gasped, almost as if on cue, you felt the knot inside your stomach tighten to the point of popping. You tosses your head back and forth until you opened your eyes suddenly, a second orgasm washing over you, even stronger than when you came inside Haruka's mouth. You released yet again onto Haruka's cock, feeling a warm sensation fill you up at the same time. Haruka closed his eyes, shuddering in pure bliss as thick ropes of white painted your insides. He stayed inside of you, feeling fatigue wash over his body, not pulling out. You looked at him, just lying there, almost as if he was lost in thought

"Haruka....?" You asked, your hoarse voice made pain shoot inside your throat from your gasps and moans during the love making. Haruka felt his half hard cock twitch again at the sound, as he his hand gripped onto your hip again. Without warning, he slowly pulled out half way, leaving his dripping tip inside of you, and plunge fully back into you. You choked out at the abrupt movement before falling limp and whimpering as Haruka began to pound inside of you once again, his pace not starting slow this time. He drilled his cock sloppily into you, cum dripping onto the bed sheets from each messy shove

"H-Haruka, s-sweetheart, slow d-dow--Ahhh!!!" You whined, arching your back. He groaned, feeling your nipples brush against his chest, as he kept ploughing into you. He hide is head in the crux of your throat littered with his previous hickies, as if he was ashamed of what he was doing. He panted, latching his mouth onto your sensitive neck, as if all he could do was worship the marks he made onto your precious skin. It's the least he can do for his angel taking him so well

You were still so incredibly tight, even though he absolute abused you wet little cunt. He kept his pace quick, unable to be gentle. Every sharp rock of his hips explored even deeper into you, hitting you with all the angles he knew drove you insane. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to not go mad with overstimulated pleasure. You could tell that Haruka quite enjoyed being the one that made you feel this good. He smirked as he kisses your rapid pulse, feeling his pre cum leak once again. Maybe he should be on top more often

The night was incredible, yet you could feel the ache in your legs and core was going to last for days. Even after that, Haruka never pulled out, only taking short breaks that lasted seconds before he ploughed into again. Haruka cuddled with your limp body, still trying to go as fast as he can. Cum continued to spill out onto the bed sheets, making you squirm as you only got filled up again and again. And you knew the cycle would repeat over and over and over again until Haruka fucked both of you till utter exhaustion

You woke up to the sight of sunlight gleaming through your blinds. Your eyes were heavy with fatigue, while your lower body was still sore from last night's activities. You turned your head ever so slightly seeing Haruka passed out himself on the bed. His arm was lazily drapped around your waist, but you could feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you when he held you. He stirred a bit at your movements, albeit gentle, and groggily opened his eyes

"G-Good morning, beloved. D-Does your body hurt? How do you feel?" He asked, concerned. You saw the guilt resurface on his face, worried that he may have hurt you. You just gave him a weak smile, nuzzling closer to him. He frowned, not hearing an answer to his question still, but a lazy kiss on his cheek was enough to get through to him. He smiled at himself, resting his body on top of yours

You two basked in each other's warmth for a few moments before you spoke up, teasing him in a playful tone. "You should get jealous more often," You chuckled, making Haruka go red in the face, stammering

"E-Eh?! D-Don't say that! I could've hurt you!" He blurted out his reply out loud, but quickly clamped his mouth with his hand, utterly embarrassed by numerous factors. He sighed, looking ashamed of himself. His hand grabbed yours, brushing your knuckle with his thumb. "I-I'm sorry, Y/N....f-for last night....I went to rough....I never wanted to hurt you....w-why am I so dumb?" his voice cracked, geunine remorse washing over him. You just shook your head, smiling, guiding his chin with your finger to look at you. You kissed his cheek again, rubbing your nose with his

"You're not dumb, Haruka darling. You're smart, sweet, and caring. Hey, look. I bruise easily and I enjoy you being rough sometimes," You chuckled, but your tone was sincere and kind. "Please don't beat yourself up, sweetheart," You caressed his cheek, making him shyly smile in return

"If you say so, Y/N. H-Here. You're.....ummm....s-sorry...." He motioned underneath the sheets, seeing that you both were still naked underneath. You blushed, but nodded, knowing that he was referencing to cleaning up

"Do you mind running a bubble bath, Haruka? You remember how to do it, right? I'll throw the sheets in the wa--a-ah?!" Before you could stand up, Haruka slipped one hand underneath your legs and his other arm around your back. He lifted you up from the bed bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the tub, as he turned the faucet to warm water, allowing it to spill in the bathtub

"Y-Yeah, I remember how. But I can handle all that. A-And I can make breakfast too! I.....I want to take care of you....like you take care of me...." He said, making your heart race. Yes, you took care of Haruka, but it wasn't like he didn't do anything for you in return, no--not at all! He may have not had any experience taking care of others, but his over attentiveness and tips from you compensated for it. You can tell you were rubbing off of him, and it wasn't a bad thing at all

"Haruka--"

"Y-Your....legs feel sore, right? Y-You....you winced when you sat up on the bed...." He looked down, red in the face as he poured the bubble bath solution in. "I'm really sorry again...." he apologized, making you giggle at his constant guilt over nothing

"H-Hey, Y/N, please! I-It's not funny....I just....you said you liked it, but....I want to make you feel good....n-not in a way where you hurt..." he admitted, only earning another laugh from you

"I didn't mean to laugh, sorry, Haruka. But really, you're good. I promise, you did nothing wrong. I enjoyed last night and you did make me feel good. Sometimes, I'm going to wake up feeling sore....you know where...." Your cheeks flushed red, but continued "It's normal,"

He sighed, but nodded, as he turned off the faucet, checking the water to make sure it was warm before stepping inside himself. He made his way to you, pressing his body against yours shyly. He blushed, but smiled at the intimate contact, despite the events of last night

"I'm happy, then. I can wash your hair, and...and after I wash the sheets, I can make you breakfast!" He said, squirting an excessive amount of shampoo in his hands. You turned to him, quickly grabbing a handful of soapy water to wet your hair before he started to massage the product in your scalp

"I feel like when you make breakfast it's either toast or cereal more often than not," You teased, making his face pull into something that wasn't necessarily a pout, but something else you couldn't quite make out. It was, nevertheless, a cute expression

"S-Sorry...b-but I got better at making waffles! You like waffles, right Y/N? I try to make them for you," He offered, running his fingers through your hair. His face soften, but his next question was something that made the both of you chuckle "But umm...can you show me to how to wash the sheets again?"

"Of course, Haruka....Thank you....I know you say that I take care of you a lot, but you do a great job when you're taking care of me....I love you, Haruka...."

Damn. You really don't know what you do to this poor boy's heart

"I love you too, angel. I want to try my best for you,"

[sakuhai]

Interview with Yagami Toll and Hisashi Imai (Ongaku to Hito, April 2024)

Translation from Japanese: Pikopiko ( Toll / Imai )

The promise is forever

In this interview, we asked each of the four members about that day, their reasons for continuing to play in the band, their performance at Budokan late last year ( BUCK-TICK Phenomenon ), and what BUCK-TICK will become now that they have lost their vocalist and dear friend and are now down to just four. Some of the members are still confused and have not sorted out their feelings, while others are already looking to the future and making detailed plans for the band. Some are looking at the situation from a bird's eye view, while others are always full of enthusiasm. There is a sense of unevenness, they have not yet found a cohesive unit, and it is impossible not to feel how much of a shock they have experienced. However, even though they always said that “the group would be finished if even one member was missing,” they have something in common: the feeling that they still have things to do as BUCK-TICK, and the feeling that no matter how much the group changes, the man named Atsushi Sakurai will always remain in their music and in their hearts. We are publishing the interviews in the order they were taken. We deliberately did not take a group photo. Despite the many different feelings, I will continue to respect and support the group that underwent its first lineup change in the 36th year since debut and who began to move forward with optimism. BUCK-TICK forever and ever, the five of them. Forever, forever, the five of them. Holding on to the feelings of more than 35 years together, they are taking their first step as a more innovative group.

Yagami Toll

— Today was your first photo shoot in a long time. Yes. But the fact that... [he] was not there was very acutely felt. The atmosphere was not as usual.

— Really...... Who would have thought that this would happen. Yeah...... I think it was the third song of the main part that day. I thought, "Acchan is really messing up today." Then the song ended and I noticed that he was being held by the staff. When we went backstage, he was sitting on a chair. It looked like he was talking to the staff, so I had no idea that his condition was critical. We were told to wait in the dressing room on the second floor because the backstage was cramped. After a while, we found out that he had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance.

— I see. Then came the order for us to return home. I got home at about nine o'clock in the evening. Around midnight came a message from the manager: "Passed away."

— What did you think when you heard that? I was stunned. At the same time, somewhere in my head, the thought arose: “That’s it.” After all, we all constantly said that if we lost even one member, the band would cease to exist, and if there was no vocalist, and also the person who creates the worldview of the band, then we would not be able to do anything.

- Yeah... I told the staff, "It's over." Then we went to the funeral, and on the way back, we talked about having dinner as a group of four. It's been a long time since we've gotten together like this. And when I looked at Imai, it was written all over his face that he wasn't going to quit the band.

— Did you understand it from his face? There’s nothing surprising about it. After all, we’ve known each other for over 35 years. I asked Imai, “You’re not going to quit, right?” He nodded and said, “Uh-huh.” Yuta and hide also said they didn’t want to end like this. Hearing that, I thought that if all three of us were so determined, then the only thing left to do was continue with the four of us.

— I see. I thought again about how Imai was the leader and mastermind behind BUCK-TICK. Imai gave the band its name. And wasn’t he the one who determined the band’s musical direction in the early days as the main composer? Gradually, Acchan’s expressive power increased, and it became clear what he wanted to do, especially recently, and he used that to shape his worldview. But we can’t do that anymore. Even if the four of us traced his outline, it would be a lie. And if we took on a replacement vocalist who imitated him, that wouldn’t be it either. First of all, the fans wouldn’t accept it. So let Imai formulate what he thinks the four of us can do to make it cool. If the leader says, “Let’s do it this way,” I’ll just follow him.

— But there is no idea what to do and how. So, frankly speaking, I feel terrible anxiety. I never thought that we would continue to work in the group in this form. But the second stage of BUCK-TICK begins............ That's the only way to think. I don't want to think that way, but there is no choice.

- Yeah...... It was a hard test. For everyone. Especially for Yuta...... my little brother, I dare say... He was completely crushed. It seemed like he was the worst of all. He cried all the time. Locked himself in the house, lost weight, couldn't eat anything at all.

— And you, Yagami-san? I feel sad. Doesn’t that go without saying? It’s sad, but that means that those who are abandoned by God are told to do something. You can’t just mope around all the time. Even my career as a drummer began with the death of my older brother. God says, “You guys need to work on yourselves a little more.” ( Transcript: Toll uses the word 修行 (shugyou), which means spiritual practice to achieve enlightenment (the same as “sadhana” in Sanskrit), as well as going on a pilgrimage; in the everyday sense, hard work to improve knowledge and skills) . So even though Achan is gone, we have to show that it’s possible to act like this, we have to do it. And I don’t want to leave with such a feeling of incompleteness. None of us feel like we’ve done enough at all. You know, maybe we would have decided to end the band if we had talked as a group and realized that one of the members was physically unable to continue or had lost interest in music. But [he] suddenly disappeared silently from view, and so I feel abandoned.

— So you got together as a group and decided to continue, but you don't know what exactly you're going to do. Well, there are songs where Imai sings. Now, maybe hide will sing... I mean, hide has become very proactive. The Budokan setlist was based on his ideas. He's probably the one who's changed the most. I'll repeat what Imai said: we can do a lot. We can do everything. The only thing we can't do is replace Acchan.

— However (and this is exactly how it was at Budokan), no matter that there are four of you left and that the uniform has changed, Sakurai-san’s presence will always be felt somewhere. That’s true. After all, there were always five of us. Right now, I feel a frighteningly strong sense of loss. The recent BUCK-TICK Phenomenon concert made me feel a pressure I haven’t felt since BUCK-TICK started. So I was wrong *smile*.

— What do you think about the Budokan concert taking the form of BUCK-TICK Phenomenon? I thought we had to do something. Not for us. For the fans who had lost a place to go and vent their feelings, and were feeling restless.

— Was it difficult to synchronize the vocals and the video and also play along with them? Of course it was difficult, but I would never say that I don’t want to do it if the other members are going to do it. Moreover, during the live, Acchan’s MC was playing. That’s when I broke down. During the introduction of the members, [he] called me: “Drums – Toll Yagami!” That’s when I started crying. I was in pieces during the rehearsal too. That’s why I lost my cool.

— But the fact that LOVE ME resumed after the glitch with the crowd waving their hands was like a symbol of the band starting all over again. It was great. All four of us were talking during the MC and it threw me off. I’m just trying to justify myself *smile*. When Eureka ended, I felt a bit relieved. I thought Acchan was going to MC next and I was frozen, but then there was a click and I was like “Oh shit!” but I couldn’t get it *smile*. The vocals and video were on and it’s not easy to get it right. I was really panicking but the roadie tweaked something with the remote and we managed to get it done.

— How did you feel when you finished? I felt like I had overcome one of the hardest challenges. As I just said, we had to do it. So it was a completely different feeling than usual. It wasn’t the usual “I did it!” It was a feeling of relief.

— Is it possible that the music Imai-san will write in the future will be completely different from what you've done before? Yes, because it's BUCK-TICK. We played in different genres. In " Six/Nine " there was a poetry reading (the song "Loop") , and the critics at that time tore us to pieces!

— You haven’t forgotten that, have you? *smile* The thing is, it was early. But if we do that, it will become a specific feature of BUCK-TICK. I’ve said this many times before, but I’m sure that Acchan, the least of all, would want us to repeat what he expressed. We’ll just do what we think is the coolest thing that the four of us can do. It’s completely fine if it’s instrumental music or if the melodies are completely different. Even if, in the worst case, I have to sing *smile*.

— Like Peter Criss from KISS *smile*. If everyone thinks it's cool, why not? But I doubt it will *smile*.

— So you still think that you have an exciting future ahead of you? Yes. And thanks to the fans! Because they are the reason we have been able to do this for 35 years. And the fact that we are able to perform like this is the destiny of our band. I still wanted to play as a five-piece. I would like to be in the band even if I became even more decrepit. I am the one who should have disappeared first. Don't you dare die before me!..... It's sad to think about it, but the fact that we are trying to continue despite Atsushi Sakurai's death is also the destiny of BUCK-TICK. So..... Let it be. What else can I say?

— Whatever happens, happens. So, the only thing left for us is to become a different group. BUCK-TICK season 2. The members who create the sound, as well as the producer and engineer, are the same people, so the sound quality won’t change much, but since there’s no vocalist, the sound will be completely different no matter what we do. But Acchan will still be there. I’m sure of it. Both I and the other members won’t let Acchan’s shadow disappear.

— Do you think Sakurai-san could do even more as an artist in the future? Of course. I noticed that Acchan’s expressive power was absolutely amazing in recent years, and I was sure that he would become an even better vocalist in the future. He is a person of hard work. He trained his voice and became like this thanks to his hard work. He is not the same person as he was when we debuted, right? But his appearance is a natural gift *smile*.

— You were asked to join because Sakurai-san, who was the drummer, was switching to vocals, so you could clearly see the change in his efforts. Yuta kidnapped me and brought me to Tokyo *smile*. At first, I refused. At that time, I had no idea whether Acchan could sing or not, and I thought he was fooling the band *smile*. It's just that I've never heard of a drummer becoming a vocalist.

- Yeah. With his efforts, he made everyone recognize him and carved out a path for himself into a world where he could express himself. The album " IZORA " is simply amazing! No one could have imagined that the person who sang " SEXUAL×××××! " would create such an album. This is the result of his hard work.

— Exactly. Really, I don’t know anyone who works as hard as him. He decided to live by taking on the role of a vocalist, and that’s how he became like this… I think it was about ten years ago. I started making loops using a sequencer and stuff like that. And that time, I said to Achchan, “Achchan, you were a drummer too. Wouldn’t it be cool if you played a few bars and I made a loop, no?” He immediately shot me down, “I won’t.” And he said, “Ani, I’m not a drummer anymore.” That’s how determined he was to be a vocalist.

— What do you remember now from those 35-plus years that you spent together with Sakurai-san? More precisely, what I remember about him... He was a kind person. During the indie period, we would travel by minibus to Shikoku, and the roadie and Acchan would take turns driving. Despite such an appearance, at his core, he was always a Fujioka guy *smile*.

- It's true. That's why he didn't put on airs. He was considerate of people. That trait in him didn't change. And it couldn't change.

— It’s good that the five of you were together until the very end. But I think he still wanted to continue. After all…… I decided to continue with the four of you because I think Acchan would definitely forbid me from leaving. He would say, “I’ll never forgive you if you quit the group because I’m gone.” Because he had a stronger sense of responsibility than anyone else. He said that at the Budokan, right? That he would be there. I thought so too. Acchan is very responsible, he will definitely come and watch. So as long as BUCK-TICK exists, he won’t die *smile* (transl. note: 成仏する (joubutsu) — to become a Buddha, to die enlightened; also to die without regrets) .

- Yagami-san, you too, please live as long as possible and show us how you play the drums. I'll be fine. I'm the only one in the group who has never been seriously ill *smile*.

Hisashi Imai

— It’s been a hectic four months for the band. Yes. But I would say I’m already looking ahead. And new tunes are coming one after another. I’m pleasantly excited.

— In this interview, we will look back on these four months. First of all, do you remember the day when Sakurai-san became ill? Yes. That day, after the live started...... I think it was the third song. I wondered why he couldn't hit the notes. When the song ended, I noticed that he was being taken backstage. It was a bit strange, so I announced from the stage that we were taking a break. I went back to the dressing room on the second floor, but I felt uneasy, so I went to check on the situation. It became clear that the situation was a bit complicated. He was taken away in an ambulance.

— Live was stopped. Then I went home. I called my manager once, he said, “He’s sleeping now.” Then I got an email, but I didn’t notice it. And when I called again, [the manager] said, “He passed away.” At that moment, I was a little confused. I almost said, “Do something!” but I realized that words were useless. I said, “Got it,” and hung up.

— What was the first thing you thought about when you learned about this fact? What can you say... But I decided that it was better not to delay, and immediately began to think about the future, because almost all the songs that we have now can only be sung by Achchan.

— So, do you feel like there's no one who can sing the songs you've composed so far?...... In short, they're sealed? Yes. We can play the songs that I can sing. We can slightly change the arrangement here and there, and it'll be something interesting. But we have a lot of songs that can't be played without Achan's vocals. We can't and won't perform them anymore. I wrote those melodies myself, but they're difficult *smile*. I'm sure no one else can sing them.

— Have you thought about playing in sync with Sakurai-san’s vocal recording in the future, like you did at the BUCK-TICK Phenomenon concert at Budokan? We did, but… I’ll try my best to keep it to a minimum. I can’t say anything yet, but I’ve been thinking about doing a live where we play along with Sakurai-san’s vocals. It might be interesting once we get further along. But it’s more of a fan service, a kind of performance. Lives in the future will mainly focus on what the four of us do. I hope everyone will enjoy it.

— Did it ever cross your mind that the band ended with Sakurai-san's death? I never did. Acchan is gone...... The vocalist is gone, and it might be okay to end it there, but I still want to continue, saying, "It's okay!"

— In the spirit of, “I feel like I can do something more interesting”? Yeah. Or, more like, something a little more explicit. I’d like to have an album that kind of captures the true essence of BUCK-TICK.

— The true essence of BUCK-TICK? Yes. For example, until now we couldn’t play instrumental music. There was a vocalist. It’s not about taking advantage of the fact that he was gone, but I wanted to do such things too. Or, for example, melodies without guitars. At live shows we could include melodies from background noises, and the participants wouldn’t necessarily have to be on stage.

— Without participants? Only noise? I thought, shouldn’t we break the format of the Japanese group that we’ve always followed. After the main part, we’d leave, change costumes and come back. I want to try to change that too. Acting by touch, experimenting, I want to do something new.

— I think BUCK-TICK has always been a band that could do anything, including this kind of thing. And what was holding it back was the overwhelming presence of the vocalist Atsushi Sakurai, no matter how you look at it, right? Yeah. And when he was gone, I noticed it. Of course, I was shocked by his departure, and at first I took it negatively and started thinking that something had to be done about it, but when I looked at the minus as a plus, I realized that in this case I could do this too. And when I started thinking like that, the perspective became broader.

— I see. Until now, I thought I was free. I was obsessed with the worldview that Acchan had, and I created within a narrow framework. Acchan told me, "Imai, you can do whatever you like," and I was going to do the same, but I didn't... Because I knew that it would happen someday, and somewhere in my head, there was a thought that Acchan would probably be the first to leave.

— Why did you think so? Sawaki-san from Taiyou Records (Kazuo Sawaki — the head of the label during the band's indie period) is an astrologer. During our collaboration, he told fortunes for the five of us, and even then he said this. "The first one among you to pass away will be Sakurai-kun."

- Wow... to say that before debut.... It was imprinted in my memory. I thought I understood, albeit vaguely, that this day would come one day. But... The image of death is always present in the mind's eye. You see it constantly in front of you, among other things. This is also an experience.

- That day on social media you raised a toast for the repose of his soul. After I learned of his death. After finishing the phone call with the manager, I started drinking in my room, but I didn’t want to be there, so I went to drink on the territory of the nearest temple. At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything.

— Then did you tell the other members that you were going to continue? After the funeral, the four of us went out to dinner and found out who was going to do what. We talked there, and it seemed like everyone was already determined to act. It was decided to continue. We didn’t want to change the name of the band, so we left it as is.

— Were there any options for replacement? I didn’t, but I thought that maybe if we changed it, it would be clearer. But I didn’t want to change it. Because I want to show that the musical character of BUCK-TICK contains something more.

— But on social media, you wrote, “I want to play guitar next to Acchan forever,” and were those words spoken from the heart? Yes. At the same time, I thought being number two suited me. I was comfortable being next to Acchan, and I thought that was my life. But it seems that’s not the case.

— Have you decided that it's time for you to step forward? Yes. It'll be me or hide. When I rethink the role Acchan played and imagine myself doing it... I realize that I would like it. After a while after he passed away, ideas gradually started coming to me.

— You realized how strong your desire to create in a positive way is, right? Yes. I was glad that I had this desire. So when November began, I already sat down at the computer and started composing melodies.

— Up until now, when writing songs, the initial condition was that they would feature Sakurai-san's vocals, right? That won't happen anymore. The melodic, gothic, and dark worldview will disappear. It will be completely different.

— Aren’t you worried about the reaction that everything will be completely different? No. It would be worse if they said that the vocals are different, but the melodies are the same. If they got the impression that I can only write songs like this. No, it will be cool.

— What are you planning to do with the vocals? I will sing. Probably hide too. It will depend on the song, of course, but the first number is me, and the second is hide. This also makes me a little nervous. I couldn’t even think about it before.

— What did you think of the content of BUCK-TICK Phenomenon? Considering that we had little time, we thought it would be best to synchronize Acchan's vocals with the video image, so we tried our best to achieve that. We also wanted it to be as non-gloomy as possible. Hide suggested the set list at the meeting.

— There were a few songs from the setlist that Sakurai-san had made while he was alive. Yes. But if we were to play it now as is, it would have felt too much like a requiem, so we allowed ourselves to slightly adjust the setlist and give it a positive character.

— There was Itoshi no Rock Star. I suggested playing it. I thought that if we didn't play it this time, we might never play it again. And I also wanted to play Namonaki Watashi because Acchan liked that song.

- I see. However, there is no one to take on the role of emcee. You can't just talk about how convenient it is to be number two. I've thought about this a lot. After all, this is not at all what I've always done.

— Will this role remain in the future? Either it will remain, or the live shows will be without a master of ceremonies. We'll figure it out as we go. I don't know.

— After watching the live and talking to you now, I thought that the more I tried to imagine the image of BUCK-TICK with 4 members, the more Sakurai-san’s presence was felt. If I talk about things like this seriously, I’ll be known as someone who’s not quite right in the head *smile*. Acchan’s form of existence has changed. He doesn’t have a body, but I think he still wanted to be in a band, so he probably follows us everywhere. That’s what I think.

— Do you think he still wanted to play in the band? Yes. That's why I always have this feeling that he's standing somewhere and watching. It's unlikely that he'll go to some kind of Heaven while the band exists.

— It looks like you'll need a lot of time this year to give it all a shape. It'll depend on the songs. I don't know yet what will happen, but it looks like I'll be writing all the lyrics. It takes time. This will be the first time I'll be writing lyrics for hide's melodies.

— Do you think that no one else should sing the songs that Sakurai-san performed? Probably. Because... that would be strange, in my opinion.

— Yes. But I want to try different possibilities. Whether it's a guest vocalist or AI — I don't rule anything out. The main thing is that it's interesting. But for now, perhaps, it will be the four of us.

— You are even more positive than I expected. Yes, positive. Because if you are depressed, you will be stuck forever. Yuta was terribly depressed. Everyone is different, there is nothing you can do about it, but when you are depressed to such an extent, people around you can’t even be sad *smile*. Because they are worried [about you]. So you have to look forward and do everything in your power. And I really want no one to suffer.

— Do you remember anything from your communication with Sakurai-san now? He told me many times: “Give yourself free rein!” It seems that from the outside it looked like I couldn’t relax in my melodies and was limiting myself. Although I had no intention of limiting myself, but when he was gone, I realized it. It turns out that I often suppressed myself. So I decided that I wanted to take off this lid, remove this limiter.

— That's why after his death you decided to go freely, without restricting yourself in any way, without considering yourself obligated to follow what had been before. Yes. I understood a lot after he passed away. I regret some things a little, because I can no longer check what would have happened if I had done this and that at the time. That's why I'm going to do everything that seems interesting to me. After all, Acchan probably sees this too. He sees how unrestrained we are, and he smiles.

[otomehonyaku]

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00:00 Hey. Have you finally finished getting ready?

[You apologise for taking so long.]

Heh. It’s alright. We still have some time before we have to go to class.

Besides, Kou and the others are still busy preparing.

Have a seat, too. It seems like it’ll take a while longer.

[You sit down.]

I thought I’d prepare tea, so I boiled some water. Would you like some?

[You suggest getting the tea for him.]

No, I’ll pour it for you. I have only just cleaned the kitchen, after all. I would like to have it as tidy as possible before we leave.

[Ruki walks to the counter.]

Come to think of it, they’re being so rowdy that we can hear them all the way from here. Are they bickering again? Kou and Yuma tend to fight over who gets to use the bathroom first, right?

[You confirm his suspicions.]

Hm. So they were, even though that only chips away at the time they actually get to use the bathroom to begin with… 

They never learn, do they?

[Ruki pours the tea.]

Every time we wait for them to get ready, we head out late.

[Ruki brings the tea to you.]

Here’s yours. Be careful not to burn yourself.

We should be able to head out by the time we finish drinking the tea.

[You compliment him on his time management.]

You know I always like to have ample time before going out.

[You tell him that he’s much quicker than you are.]

It’s not as if I’m particularly quick to get ready. The four of you are slow. You always take way too long, even though your routine is the same every day. It’s only school. There is no need for such lengthy preparations.

[You tell Ruki he does much more before class than you do.]

Well, that’s true. I have many things to do, but none of them are major tasks. When you make a habit out of cooking and cleaning, you get the hang of it quickly, and it all goes smoothly before you know it. Even if I actually were to be burdened with more tasks, I would still be done before you guys.

[You ask him why he thinks that.]

It must be because I’m skilled in time management. I plan out all of my tasks for the day in advance. What I am trying to say is: you simply have to calculate the amount of time you need for each of these tasks.

[You tell him you wish you were more like him in that regard.]

Like me, you say?  Well, alright. I will do you a favour and teach you some of the tools of the trade.

[You ask him if that’s alright with him.]

Yes. If you learn to divide your time more effectively, you will have more time to help me out with running the household, right? If we can successfully distribute the household chores, we will both have more free time. I see no disadvantages.

[You tell him you will work hard.]

03:50 That’s the spirit. I wish Kou and the others would follow your example. If you help me out with the chores, I might have some time left to prepare a dessert for you.

[You’re happy about that.]

Heh, you silly girl.  You are much too happy about such trivial things. However, if you are a good student and learn how to manage your time more effectively, I will make whatever you request. Would you like blancmange, panna cotta, or rather pudding?  These are fairly straight-forward desserts, so I could easily make them for you. After all, it’s my job as your master to discipline you. 

[You get flustered.]

You look like your mind is wandering.  I always intend to discipline you thoroughly, but no matter how much time passes, your reaction is always the same. I thought you would have gotten used to it by now, but…

[His remark makes you a little shy.]

You are truly hopeless. Well, all the more reason for me to discipline you. Anyway, we have limited time before we have to go to class, so I should quit the teasing for now. Seeing you so flustered only makes me want to tease you all the more, though.  That’s no good, is it?

[You make a face.]

What, does that displease you? The face you were making earlier told me otherwise. If you want, we could continue this after class. You like it better when I take my sweet time to torment you, right? 

[You keep your mouth shut.]

I will take your silence as a yes.  Well, fine by me. Your face is like an open book, anyway.

06:28 Well, then, it is my duty as your master to teach you what I know. I will explain things in a clear order that will be easy for you to understand, so listen carefully.

[You respond enthusiastically.]

Heh. That’s what I wanted to hear. Let’s start with time management, then. You know most of the things you need to do in a day, right? You must have daily habits and other recurring tasks. You have to fit these tasks together like a puzzle and think about which ones you can carry out at the same time.

[You ask him what he means.]

Right…  For example, I do the dishes while I’m cooking, or I make a side dish(1) while I’m heating up soup. I actively try to perform tasks at the same time whenever possible. What’s important is to not waste time.

[You ask him to elaborate.]

07:07 Well, if you act without using your head, you tend to waste time much more easily. You should make a habit out of acting with intention. If you do that, you will be able to divide your time more effectively in general, not just when getting ready to go out.

[You tell him that Ruki is much better at it than you are.]

It’s not as if I do anything difficult in particular. You can do it too. It just takes practice. First, tell me the things you need to do in a day.

[You tell him.]

Hm. Washing your face and brushing your teeth are things you should do at the sink. It is best to do the various things you need to do in a given place all in succession. Moving from room to room to do something is a good example of wasting time. Are there other things you do near the sink?

[You tell him.]

08:05 I didn’t expect you to have so much to do. So, hair styling and skincare—they each have an order to them too, right? Try to think of whether there are any unnecessary steps in these actions.

[You start listing the steps in your hair care routine, but…]

Wait. You do all that just for your regular hairstyle? I can understand combing your hair, but is applying hair oil and using a hair curler really necessary?

[You nod.]

I see. If you say it’s necessary, then it must be. Looking after your appearance is not a bad thing, after all. But if your hair styling alone consists of so many steps, your skincare routine must have even more.

[You start to tell him, but…]

09:04 No, I’ve heard enough. I understand very well that you need to do many things in order to get ready. Are there any steps in your hair styling and skincare that you could perform at the same time?

[You’re unsure.]

I see.  If that’s the case, then you should try looking to improve elsewhere. But even then…

[You ask him whether something’s wrong.]

No, I’m actually kind of impressed. There is much more to your morning routine than I thought. I knew women always took some time to get ready in the morning, but I did not expect this. As a man, it barely takes any time. To do all of these additional things must take considerable effort. You do all of these steps every day, right?

[You nod.]

I see. That is quite admirable.

[You’re surprised.]

Why are you so surprised?

[You tell him it’s because of his compliment.]

Is it that unusual for me to praise you? As your master, I assumed it was only natural to reward you when you deserve praise, but… It must not have been enough for you. If you wish, I could give you a more obvious reward.

[You get flustered again.]

10:38 Heh. Your cheeks are red.  What did you imagine just now? I figured that it would suffice to pet your head or pamper you from time to time, but to you, that is only a half-hearted reward, isn’t it?

[You deny it.]

Heh. If you shake your head so vigorously, the hairstyle you spent so much time on will go to waste. After all, considering all the time and effort you put into your hair, I should refrain from petting your head, too. I should think of other methods to reward you.

[You’re a little disappointed.]

Heh. No need to be so sad.  I did not say I would never touch you again. I should merely touch you carefully so as to not ruin your hair and makeup.  Besides, we’re only talking about before you get ready, right? When we’re at home, it doesn’t matter how messed up your hair gets…

[Ruki holds you close.]

Next time I reward you, I am sure it will be to your liking. Look forward to it. And from now on, I will factor in the time you need to get ready when we make plans to head out together. Because thanks to you, I fully understand how much effort women put into their appearance.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

1. Honestly I just wrote ‘side dish’ here because I could not decipher for the life of me what word he used instead lol

[isthepame]

Kazuki Ura, Koki Uchiyama, Tasuku Kaito and Takahiro Sakurai on the Blue Lock Stage at AnimeJapan 2025

On 22nd March, on the Green stage of AnimeJapan 2025, held at Tokyo Big Sight, the special event "Blue Lock VS. U-20 JAPAN" took place. This presentation featured Kazuki Ura (voice of Yoichi Isagi), Koki Uchiyama (voice of Rin Itoshi), Tasuku Kaito (voice of Meguru Bachira) and Takahiro Sakurai (voice of Sae Itoshi). Despite lasting only 35 minutes, the event was brimming with enthusiasm and passionate discussions that captivated the audience.

The impact of Blue Lock in the anime world

As of March 2025, the Blue Lock manga has surpassed 45 million copies sold worldwide. The first season of the anime aired between October 2022 and March 2023, while the second season, "Blue Lock VS. U-20 JAPAN," began airing in October 2024. Additionally, the franchise's first film, "Blue Lock Episode Nagi," premiered in April 2024.

The event kicked off energetically as Ura enthusiastically greeted the audience with a "Good morning, everyone!", encouraging them to respond. The actors then reflected on the anime's impact, highlighting how the series grew from 4.5 million copies sold at the time of its adaptation announcement to the current 45 million. Uchiyama fondly recalled how the anime managed to connect with audiences during the World Cup.

Reflections on Blue Lock VS. U-20 JAPAN

Diving into the main topic of the event, Ura exclaimed, "It was truly exciting! I loved the direction of the final episode. I've watched it about 30 times." He also shared that the manga's creators put their all into the story to ensure there were no regrets, something the audience could also perceive.

Uchiyama, for his part, emphasised how intense the series was: "From the competition for starting positions to the match itself, every episode was packed with content." The actor highlighted how the second season condensed the essence of the manga into 14 episodes.

Sakurai and Uchiyama also mentioned that this was the first time they shared the stage at a Blue Lock event as the Itoshi brothers. They expressed their excitement and joked about it. Uchiyama remarked how surprising it was for him to see his character, Rin, being completely unsettled by Ryusei Shidou and his relationship with his brother Sae, even to the point of sticking out his tongue in a shocking scene.

The complex relationship between the Itoshi brothers

Kaito reflected on Rin and his desire to be recognised by Sae: "There is a part of him that plays football solely for his brother's recognition. That’s why the scene where Sae says, 'Maybe Yoichi Isagi will change everything,' was so significant." Laughing, he added, "Brother, you could just praise him! But instead, the gap between them only widens."

Sakurai, in good humour, stood up and bowed in apology: "I'm really sorry!" The gesture prompted laughter from the audience and the other actors. He then explained, "I think Sae doesn’t express everything he feels, but he’s not shutting the door on his relationship with Rin. Perhaps what he’s really saying is, 'This isn’t over yet.'"

The theme of brotherly bonds continued, with Sakurai affirming, "For Sae, football will always come before his relationship with his brother." Kaito, who does not have brothers in real life, commented, "I can’t fully understand that dynamic, but I can imagine what it would be like to have an older brother like that." Ura, who is the third of four siblings, added, "Sibling rivalries exist, I understand it well."

Experiences in recording the anime

Ura also recalled the differences between recording the first and second seasons. During the COVID-19 pandemic, sessions were recorded in small groups: "I could only record my lines with Uchiyama." In contrast, for the second season, more than 20 actors shared the studio: "Now I could see Uchiyama and Sakurai in full view," he remarked. He also mentioned that the story felt like a battle in which Isagi’s former rivals became allies to defeat a "great villain," referring to Sae. Sakurai, laughing, asked, "Did you just call me a villain?" But then acknowledged, "Well, to be fair, when Sae steps onto the scene, things do change drastically."

Expectations for the future

Regarding their hopes for the story's future, Ura enthusiastically declared, "I want Isagi to become the best in the world! I've told the creators directly, 'Please, make him the best.'" Kaito and Uchiyama responded with the series' iconic phrase: "That’s very egotistical!"

To close, it was announced that the character Michael Kaiser will be featured in the "Blue Lock EGOIST EXHIBITION the animation," opening on 26th April. Additionally, "Blue Lock -Episode Nagi-" will return to cinemas in a remastered Blu-ray edition for a limited time starting 25th April.

The event concluded with final words from the actors, but before Ura could officially say goodbye, an "extra time" segment was activated, allowing for casual conversation. Uchiyama shared more dubbing anecdotes, and Sakurai spoke about the story’s development. With that, the event came to an end, leaving no doubt about the love and passion the actors have for Blue Lock.

Source: animateTimes

Translated by isthepame

[light-wolf]

Some scattered Switch 2 thoughts:

It's releasing much sooner than I expected, at about the price that I expected, but ughhhhhh that game price increase fucking sucks. That genuinely killed a lot of my hype.

The thing is mostly just a bigger, more powerful Switch, which is what I wanted, so that's cool! Mouse functionality is interesting even though I doubt I'd use it a lot. Nothing too surprising tbh.

I'm most likely never touching that chat button unless it's by accident. Like, ever. Just not my thing.

Charging money for that tech demo/tutorial thing is the most Nintendo thing ever and it's both hilarious and incredibly sad. This manages to be even more egregious than 1-2-Switch.

Free upgrades to Switch 1 games is cool! Some games will really appreciate it (looking at you, Pokémon Scarlet & Violet). I hope the list isn't limited to what they already showed and they have more upgrades coming in the future.

Paid upgrades is obviously less cool but at least these seem to include extra content so I'm looking at them as if they were DLC. I'll be judging these on a case-by-case basis, with the price obviously being a big factor. At least BotW and TotK are free for NSO members, so that might be a good excuse to revisit them. And hey, in any case, this beats rereleasing the same game at full price like we saw with all those Wii U ports. I'll take it.

GameCube games! Yipee! Genuinely so hyped for this, I have sooooo much nostalgia for these games and this will make them much more accessible. Sad that this probably means Wind Waker HD will remain in Wii U hell for the time being though.

Mario Kart World looks genuinely really fucking cool. Interestingly this is the first time a Mario Kart game is a launch title. Nintendo probably saw the sales of 8 Deluxe and said "yeah, we need this Day 1" and I honestly can't blame them. xd

NEW 3D DONKEY KONG HOLY SHIT. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, MY BOY IS BACK!!! Seriously I'm so hyped for this! I'm still a bit weirded out by DK's new design, but it's growing on me. He's so expressive! I can't wait to see more of this.

New Hyrule Warriors! Yay! I... still haven't played Age of Calamity, lol. But still, this is cool! Even though I would've preferred another Nintendo series to get the Warriors treatment rather than Zelda for the third time, I'm not complaining.

Kirby Air Riders! Never played the original Air Ride so I have no attachment to it, but I know it's a beloved title, and I'm happy to see Sakurai back for this. I guess this means no new Smash for a while, but it's fine, I can keep playing Ultimate for years.

Lots of third party support in general, which is nice to see. I recently got a PS5 so this isn't as relevant to me as it would've been a while ago (I can just play those games there), but seeing stuff like FFVII Remake is still really cool.

Nintendo-exclusive Bloodborne spiritual successor wasn't on my bingo card. These games aren't really my thing and this one seems to be focused on multiplayer so I'm even less interested, but still really funny to see. There was a cool rat person in the trailer though, I liked that.

Really surprised by no new 3D Mario. I thought we'd be seeing that for sure, with how long it's been since Odyssey. I guess DK Bananza is kinda taking that spot, so I'm not complaining! Give my boy the spotlight he deserves! Mario will come eventually.

Overall the console looks nice even if there's nothing incredibly surprising. While I'm really hyped about Mario Kart and DK, those aren't games I need to play on Day 1, so I'll probably wait. Especially considering that I just got a PS5. I also still have no idea how the pricing situation will be here in Chile. So... yeah, we'll have to wait and see. Lots of things to consider still.

Anyway. Decent first impressions with some ugly parts and some nice surprises. As a lifelong Nintendo fanboy I know I'll get a Switch 2 eventually, but I'm in no hurry. Probably. Still, a new console launch is an exciting time, and I'm glad we're finally getting concrete info on the damn thing after years of rumors, leaks and speculation, lol.

What did you all think?

[soo-won]

Akatsuki no Yona chapter 60 magazine vs volume

Hi everyone! I managed to get my hands on the clip out of the magazine version of chapter 60 from Hana to Yume issue 17/2012, and as we don't have much trace from the magazine versions of the chapters from then, i thought it would interesting to share my findings! First, the color page: the editor text says "What will become of Yona and the others? The suspens is agonizing, but?!" (baby trio time!!!!!!) Otherwise it advertizes volume 9 and how well it's been doing. It was the first ever volume to get a special edition and cover with a new drama CD and comments from the seiyuus! Something that I can't help but find a bit ironic is how they really highlight Takuhiro Sakurai as Tae-jun on the bottom right and ah yeah...this didn't age too well.

Behind the color page, it shows that Hana to Yume was (already back then) having a special Yona Crimson Festival campaign. This is when belated Kentaro Miura drew an illustration of the whole main cast that could be win in a lottery, with a reproduction of the special cover of volume 9, autographs of the seiyuus from the drama CD and Kusanagi, and a totebag with Ao that I had never seen before. Miura apparently said that he just ended up drawing the whole cast since it grew a lot (since the time he had only drawn Yona and Hak I assume).

Then to the chapter in itself. I know Kusanagi started really making changes between the magazines and tankoubon(volumes) in relatively recent years so I didn't expect to find any difference here honestly but I found a few! I also find it interesting to see her author's note, the summary of the plot and presentation of the characters etc all around.

So! Page 2 and the first page of the chapter. No change with the manga page from the volume we know of here, but I thought it would be interesting to share for what's below. I honestly am a bit too lazy to translate the whole synopsis as I don't think it says anything novel or specially interesting (I can still do it if someone insist), but I found the characters presentation sweet since it's different from the one we've been getting for every chapter for a while, and it's very cute too since it's specially for this flashback mini-arc.

Yona: Kouka Kingdom's Princess. She is an only child who lost her mother at a young age. She is preciously raised by her father and King Il.

Suwon: Yona's cousin of three years older. He has been gently watching over Yona like a little sister ever since he's little.

Hak: The successor of Mundok, General of the Wind Tribe. Later on, he'll become the servant and bodyguard of his childhood friend Yona.

Now on to page 4: Yona's hair and face were redrawn on the third panel! The movement lines next to her head were erased too. For the text and font, you can also see that the font of the first bubble was changed for the default one, and that they're formated it slightly differently in the last box. We don't often think about the original lettering in manga and how they can also change between raw and volume do we?

Page 7: It's not like this change matter much, but I was so surprised and happy to find out that this iconic page had been modified as well. The third panel that showcases how lively Kuuto is was completely replaced with people playing music. I think the volume version indeed conveys Kuuto's atmosphere much better (like why would Yona be so amazed at two men talking and drinking really), but it's interesting to find out that back then they struggled to find what to put there precisely. From a creative process pov this is so relatable lmao.

Other than these two pages before, I haven't noticed any other change, but I thought I would share Kusanagi's author comment!

"I'm so so happy. I can't believe Miura-sensei drew me an illustration of Yona(and of the whole main cast at that!). This boost me up even more to do my very best! Thank you so much (happiness)."

Nothing special on the last page, but if anyone wondered if there was some editor text here to tease the next chapter...well no there isn't nfjbfhjbg. I so wish I could get my hands on chapter 61 too...

I'm not sure if I'll be able to get my hands on much more of those but I also got chapter 24 with this one, and I noticed a couple of things I'd like to share as well so stay tuned for that :)

[spiritualkittenprincess]

honestly you’re so real mk is so gorgeous

THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYINNNGGGGG ToT

Like, biases aside (even tho that’s hard for me bc I’m literally in love with him) he has one of the most aesthetically pleasing designs out of all of the Kirby characters. Masahiro Sakurai COOKED with his color palette and whole aesthetic. He managed to somehow take a literal orb and turn it into the most graceful badass the world has ever seen.

Like idgaf he is a circle, he has the same energy as a bishonen pretty boy. If you get me, you get me.

Also sightly unrelated headcanon: Meta Knight would totally fuck w/ Malice Mizer

[sakumichisworld]

As promised, we're back in action. Today we have a new twin... Meet Kise's twin sister! Kise Haruhi 🫶🏻💞

Some trivia:

— Like her brother, Haruhi is quite popular, but among men. She has been recognized by many people in Teiko, and has even more fans in Too. Seirin thinks it's unfair that Too has two whole managers and both are hotties.

— Kise most of the time shares his pocket money with her or buys her something. Haruhi thinks it's fair since Kise makes his own money as a model.

— Sakurai has a crush on her, but the crush is more comedic and the guy himself doesn't expect anything.

— Haruhi is quite voracious, she likes to eat good food. She loves sweet sandwiches, loves everything grape flavored, and really likes spicy food as well as heavily salting what she eats. She also likes unagi, unlike her brother.

— Her style of dressing is somewhat reminiscent of kogyaru

[tetsunabouquet]

KNB AU: Headcanon

A/N: Today, I will hereby publish my headcanon for which friendgroups would form and what kind of shennanigans would go down if there was an AU where everyone attended the same school (and I literally mean everyone from the Japanese schools). Ignore logistics.

-Kise and Takao would be close friends. Kise would happily oblige whenever Takao wishes to prank Midorima, and these two are the bane of Midorima's existence. -Momoi would be the Gretchen Weiner of the school. She knows everything on everyone which is why people are afraid to mess with her. Yet she's popular because she's such a sweetheart. She'd remain close with Aomine but I definitely feel like she'd develop a strong friendship with Reo Mibuchi too. -Kotaro and Izuki would be the school clowns, generally having fun around the school together and annoying people with their stupid jokes. Every once in a while, Teppei Kiyoshi joins them if he feels like the school could use a more light-hearted atmosphere. -Considering Momoi and Riko would be the coach and manager respectively, all the boys will have banded together to force annual cooking classes on them before those girls get everyone killed. -Mibuchi also recruits Sakurai to his friend group. They love making adorable dishes and sweets together. -Haizaki seldomly gets in trouble at school. Why? Because Hanamiya is on the Disciplinary Comittee and enjoys watching Haizaki's chaos unfold. Why should he get his hands dirty when Haizaki is already doing things for him? -They once held an eating competition between Nebuya and Murasakibara. -Because of his laziness, Aomine gets punished a lot by Riko. -Though Riko trusts Hyuga and Kasamatsu to keep Kise's antics in line. -Takao is a bit more of a smooth talker to get himself out of trouble compared to most of the other mischief makers. -Even after graduation, Kimura continous to supply Riko with fruit to throw at players. -Akashi's original personality actually holds very deep respect for Riko's skill to coach at such a young age and tries to become friends with her. -Himuro often joins Kagami and Kuroko during lunch time, and Kuroko often learns some interesting information about Kagami's childhood he uses for trolling purposes. -Aomine plays with Nigou very often and even gives him little gifts, which makes Kuroko wonder if Aomine is trying to steal his dog. -Midorima hates Nigou almost as much as Kagami does, it surprisingly ended in a few bonding moments. -There's nothing scarier then the day the team get split up in two for practise and Hanamiya and Akashi get to be the respective captains of each team. These two are playing basketball at extreme strategic levels that could make chess masterminds shake in their boots. Their practice competitions are scarier then anything Jabberwock could throw at them. -Wakamatsu developped an addiction to valerian pills, because of their calming nature. His team contains too many personalities that tick him off.

[japanesedoramaandanimelover91]

Translation of Sakurai Sho's interview with Kaneko Hakurika, manager of Harutyan Shokudo restaurant, from yesterday's Monday edition of News Zero.

Free food for children ... What is a "Food Ribbon?"

-Sakurai: "This is the flag that says “Food Ribbon”."

He visited Haruchan Shokudo in Ichikawa City, Chiba Prefecture.

Inside the restaurant...

-Sakurai: "Is this the food ribbon?"

-"Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"That's right."

This restaurant is participating in a campaign called the "Food Ribbon Project."

-"Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"Choose a ribbon...’

- Sakurai:- "I'll take a ribbon, please."

"Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old): -"Yes, I got it. That way, you will be served food."

- Sakurai: - "I see! It's like a meal ticket, kids take it from here and hand it over to get the food." "Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"Yes."

Adults visiting the restaurant buy a ribbon for three hundred yen each and "pay in advance" for one meal for the children. Basically, children up to elementary school age can eat for free.

Families using the ribbon...

- A mum whose daughter uses food ribbon: -"I think it would be great if restaurants like this became popular so that any child can easily come."

Also parents and children.

-Mum whose son uses food ribbon: -"I felt like i wanted to try using it a bit easier."

Any adult and any child can participate.

It's free.

-Sakurai:-"How do you like it, now that you've started?"

-Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"It's really fun because i see so many smiling faces of children."

The activity was started four years ago by an organisation in Ichikawa City. The cause was "child poverty."

Among children, one in nine is considered to be in distress, the initiative was founded with the goal ‘so that all children can receive food as a matter of course."

(According to the Ministry of Children and Families).

To date, there are two hundred and thirty-eight shops in thirty-four prefectures, including restaurants and convenience stores (as of March 2025, including shops in the pipeline).

There is also a growing movement to promote events in co-operation with local authorities.

The "Haruchan Shokudo" project started in 2008.

As the project progressed, some "problems" came to light.

- Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-‘’I often hear from customers that "My child is not having difficulties, can he use this?"

- Sakurai: -"Is there a downside that the image of poverty becomes some barrier?"

-Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"Of course poverty exists, but i don't think poverty is zero, and i don't think people should use the food response because they are not poor. That's what the Food Ribbon is all about."

-Sakurai:-"Even if there is no particular reason, it would be better if people don't hesitate to use it.’

-"Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"I'm glad.’

From adults to children. Ribbon connects thoughts on "nutrition".

- Sakurai:-"How do you see the future of Food Ribbon? Do you have any ideas?"

-"Haruchan Shokudo" restaurant manager, Kaneko Hakurika(43 years old):-"The problem is that people don't know about the Food Ribbon. We do it with the idea that you can eat hot food here, and if this is realised, maybe Food Ribbon will become bigger.’ (The translation is possibly incorrect, if anything, you can correct it, onegaishimas!) The link: www.ntv.co.jp/zero/kikik...

[ichigo-plasma]

Surprising Your Boyfriend Haruka Sakurai By Wearing A Maid Dress

On The Menu: Haruka can't look away from you, Haruka has pervy thoughts, reader is adorable!, fluff, suggestive at the end

(Part 1)

A:N This was so fun. Where do we take Haruka next?

Boyfriend!Haruka who drags himself home after a long, exhausting day, his shoulders slumped and his mind foggy with fatigue. All he wants is to collapse into your arms and forget about everything else.

Boyfriend!Haruka who freezes in the doorway the moment he steps inside and hears your sweet, playful voice—“Welcome home, Master~!”—only to look up and nearly die on the spot.

Boyfriend!Haruka who feels his heart slam against his ribs when he sees you standing there in a frilly maid dress, the skirt way too short, your thighs peeking out just beneath the ruffles. His bag slips from his fingers, landing on the floor with a dull thud as his face erupts into a deep red.

Boyfriend!Haruka who is still standing there, shell-shocked, as you take his hand and lead him to the table, guiding him to sit down. He can barely breathe, let alone process what’s happening.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, dazed, as you set a fresh plate of omurice in front of him, the steam rising from the fluffy eggs. “What would Master like me to draw today?” you ask with an innocent tilt of your head, and god, he nearly groans out loud.

Boyfriend!Haruka who with his brain still scrambled from the sight of you in that outfit, somehow manages to mumble, “T-Two rabbits… holding hands…” because it reminds him of the two of you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, completely entranced, as you carefully drizzle the ketchup onto the omurice, drawing the two little rabbits just as he requested. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry—not from the food, but from the way your chest slightly jiggles with each movement.

Boyfriend!Haruka who despite how unbearably turned on he is from your outfit, still manages to take a bite and hum in approval because your cooking is actually really good. But his gaze keeps flickering back to your short skirt, to the way it barely covers anything when you turn around to grab something… are you not wearing safety shorts…? /////

Boyfriend!Haruka who nearly chokes when you suddenly announce, “Master~! I prepared a special performance for you!” before breaking into a cute little song and dance, twirling and clapping your hands in sync with the music you played on your Bluetooth phone speaker.

Boyfriend!Haruka who is absolutely losing his mind at this point. His fists are clenched under the table, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you bounce and spin in that tiny skirt. His entire body is tense, and all he can think about is dragging you to the bedroom and ruining you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who no matter how much he tries to focus on your adorable singing, cannot stop staring at how your ass peeks out from under your skirt every time you move. He’s gripping his thighs so hard it’s painful, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Boyfriend!Haruka who the moment you lean over to refill his drink, finally snaps. His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into his lap before you can even react. His breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, “Y-You know what you do to me, dressed so cute…”

Boyfriend!Haruka who barely gives you a chance to protest before he’s carrying you to your shared bedroom, pressing you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours. His hands trail up your thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of your maid dress.

Boyfriend!Haruka who smirks down at you, his usual shyness completely overtaken by raw desire. “A good maid…” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck, “…should take care of her Master’s needs, right?”

[harukasangel]

Haruka Sakurai headcanons (cause I'm mentally ill abt him + T3 fucked me up good)

His true opinion about children and animals

I believe that Haruka doesn't necessarily dislikes kids nor animals, rather he's scared of what he can do to them + brings back bad memories. Like in the second trial when he said he was good with Amane now + wasn't scared of little kids anymore bc he gained more confidence. Plus, you can't tell me the guy 'hates animals' and has a fucking bunny plushie -_- .So yeah, I believe with proper healing and help, Haruka would be more open about finding animals cute and playing with little kids (the latter mostly due to me also headcanoning that kids like Haruka, they're always pestering him to play with them <3). He'd honestly be the sweetest person ever to them

He went to daycare

I headcanon Haruka having autism and an intellectual disability, and those are usually diagnosed, earliest, at 18 months old. Now, there was a point in time where his mother was kind to him, since his behavior as a child was 'normal' back then, she just thought he was a shy kid due to poor communication skills. So around the ages of 3-4, she enrolled him in daycare + prek in hopes he would learn some social skills. This was proven false, as he had trouble making friends. Since Japan isn't really known for being sympathetic towards mental illness, not much help was offered towards him. His mother pulled him out quickly after believe something was wrong with him and thus, the neglect started (obligatory shoutout to my oc's in the HaruSachie verse, since *drumrolls* Haruka actually did manage to have a childhood friend, Sachiko's younger brother, but that's a whole another lore dump for another time)

Hyperempath

I've seen some posts about Haruka having hyperempathy due to him being extremely sensitive towards the other prisoners' emotions. But I also feel as if Haruka has trouble differentiating what emotions he is feeling. While most people can choose to ignore their empathy, push it aside, whenever they want, hyperempaths don't have that ability. They just...soak up other's emotions like a sponge. So it causes Haruka to become overwhelmed and anxious when someone is feeling intense emotion (as we can see from many timelines + minigrams). Also a result of blaming himself a lot + walking on eggshells in his own home + around his own family :( But I also headcanon him having low cognitive empathy (doesn't understand social cues) even though he has high emotional empathy (again, due to his autistic swag)

Romance in general

In light of the previous paragraph, I 100% think Haruka can feel romantic love (unless you hc him as aroace, but for me, I believe he's panromantic + demisexual), he can even realize it's something different than "oh, that person is like a mother to me!", he just won't fully grasp it. He does get the 'butterflies in the stomach' sorta feeling, yearning to touch and kiss them, but ultimately is just really confused by what the feeling is (mainly cause he never felt this sort of love before). Very different than what he feels with Muu (highly doubt he feels the desire to kiss her), who he def feels on a more familial level. He'd honestly be the cutest ball of anxiety towards his crush, probably have an outburst saying "I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS ANYMORE!", said crush going ".....oh.... :(" and Haruka grasping his hair, saying "N-No, I didn't mean it like that! I w-want to b-be more!" Muu and Mahiru giving him an awkward thumbs up in the background, woomp woomp. But yeah, it would honestly be obvious to....everyone that he's in love, and Haruka is just in the corner, trying to process why he feels the need to want to make out with tongue and everything to his crush

Also me headcanoning him to rival Mahiru in terms of being a hopeless romantic, since he liked reading fairytale books when he was younger, but that's just me :P

[lore-of-the-mushroom-kingdom]

Super Smash Bros. Is Not Canon And Is Unreliable For Mario Lore Part 1

So it's fairly common for people to try to use the Super Smash Bros. series for either theory crafting, or to understand the lore of games like Mario. While I have addressed it before this time I want to go more in depth.

So for starters as the characters in Smash Bros. are intended to be toys in the real world. Masahiro Sakurai clarified this in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Direct 11.1.2018. "In the Super Smash Bros. series the characters are toys in the real world, but they are fighters in the world of the imagination. Returning to the real world is an ongoing theme, in the imagination you can battle impossible combinations of characters." This also further made evident by the introductions to SMB64 and SMBM. This also explains why characters like Ridley and Olimar are not their accurate sizes. But the second reason is the portrayal characters in Smash Bros. especially when reading the descriptions of the trophies. So I'm going to go through the Mario ones. Note I will eventually like examples from other franchises once I address them on my other lore blogs.

Now while not a Trophy Bowser's model in Smash differs from what it is like in game which I talked about in this post. SMBM's Dr. Mario's trophy says "with his dedicated nurse, Princess Peach, at his side, Dr. Mario spends day and night in his laboratory working on new miracle cures. Somehow, he's managed to keep up with all the new viruses that have arisen over the years." Note this one and the next one may seem nitpicky but we'll be addressing more outright contradictions. In the Mario Canon Mario does not spend day and night working on cures for various new viruses. As we know Mario is a plumber and that's he spends day and night working on. SMBM's Coin Trophy says "the Mushroom Kingdom is dotted with these mysterious coins. There seems to be an endless supply hidden in various blocks, and Mario gains an extra life when he manages to collect a hundred of them. No one can confirm whether or not these coins are actually used as the currency of the Mushroom Kingdom, but it's a safe assumption." There is some information while not established at the time it is canonized that specifically the 64sque coins is the Mushroom Kingdom's currency. But these coins aren't the ones found throughout the world. SMBM's Lakitu Trophy says "These airborne menaces used to ride their clouds exclusively as Bowser's henchmen. They typically hover just out of Mario's reach and hurl Spinies with irritating precision. More recently, however, they've been known to take on less evil tasks, such as doing camera work for sports events and even helping Mario on his quests." This is in accurate because not all Lakitus work for Bowser, and the Lakitu Bros and ones that run the sports events don't work for Bowser. I plan to make posts about friendly Lakitus and the Lakitu Bros eventually. Also, in SMBU there is some dialogue that involves Pit as they talk about the Koopalings. "The relationship between Bowser and the Koopalings is a real mystery." This is something that is not a mystery, and the Koopalings have been established to be Bowser's minions for a long time at this point. I have addressed this in a previous post. Continues in Part 2

[aomine-ryo]

Omg omg Ryo, that’s not a request but like, I’m literally so thirsty for some smut with dilf coach Harasawa - GOD THIS MAN IS SO HOT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE?

Imagine some sports reporter writing a piece about Too Academy rapid growth to national level and in the end getting steamy with our dilf… 🛐

Harasawa’s so fine I had to write this. It’s a long one asw but I had to for my fav dilf coach <33

Scenario: Harasawa Katsunori getting with fem!sports reporter! reader (nsfw)

Harasawa Katsunori was at his limit. There were certainly ups and downs that come with being a coach for a national-level high school team, but today was definitely one of the downs. Nothing was going right at today’s training. At first, he managed to lose the training schedule for that day, and realised it only five minutes before it started. So of course, training was delayed for about ten minutes as he and Momoi looked for the damn thing.

When they finally found it in one of his desk drawers (he did not remember putting it there), they could at last begin the practice. But when they got back to the court from his office, he was happy to find that the team was warming themselves up with a few practice shots— all of them except Aomine.

“Where the hell is Aomine?” Harasawa’s agitated voice echoed the gym as he asked no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of sheer fear as they looked around with clueless shrugs. It was rare to see Harasawa in such a state, he was often calm and collected, so this shift filled the gym with tension.

“Haven’t seen him at all, Coach,” Imayoshi answered for everyone.

Harasawa sighed and looked over at Momoi, “Any idea?”

She shook her head no. “I’ll try looking for him.”

“Thank you, Momoi. Let him know he’s on cleanup duty after practice whenever you do drag him over,” Harasawa said sternly as he stepped on the court to try and get on with his training. “You’d think there would be at least some level of discipline two weeks before the Winter Cup…” he muttered in annoyance.

He carried on with his training schedule for the day, trying to calm himself down with some sort of normalcy, but it seemed like the universe was against him today. The team was forgetting the simplest drills and missing shots they could normally make with their eyes closed. And Sakurai’s constant apologising wasn’t making him feel any less frustrated. And when he finally got them to play somewhat better, Aomine strolled into the gym fifteen minutes late, souring his mood all over again.

“Did Momoi tell you you’re cleaning today?” he asked as soon as he laid eyes on him.

Aomine just nodded his head in response, seemingly afraid to say anything. Momoi must have told him about the nasty mood as well.

“I have half a mind to bench you for the first game against Kaijo if you keep this up,” Harasawa said sternly, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up.

“My bad, Coach. Won’t happen again,” Aomine said almost immediately. It was rare to see Aomine put down his pride and apologise like this but everyone knew he would hate to miss a match against anyone in the Miracles.

The addition of Aomine to the training disrupted the flow they were beginning to get into. While Aomine’s shots and movements were perfect as usual, the team just wasn’t coordinated at all. About an hour later, Harasawa had just accepted that today just wasn’t a day where he could implement any new tactics. It was just a day to improve their skills and eliminate errors so the training plan for today was just rendered useless.

Harasawa split them into teams and had them play a practice game amongst themselves, watching over them for a bit before heading over to the bench to sit down next to Momoi with an exhausted sigh.

“It’s just an off day, they’ll be better tomorrow,” Momoi said reassuringly.

“I certainly hope so,” Harasawa replied dejectedly, taking a sip out of his coffee cup.

Just then, one of the doors to the gym creaked open, with you entering dressed in a neat white blazer, black slacks and dainty black pumps. Harasawa’s attention was immediately turned to you. He had completely forgotten about the visit you had scheduled for your article about the team. As you approached the bench, Harasawa and Momoi both stood up to greet you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the sports reporter for Tokyo Basketball Weekly,” you smiled politely, holding your hand out for Harasawa to shake.

Your hand was soft against Harasawa’s calloused palms. He felt like he needed to be careful not to accidentally crush your fingers given his awful mood. “Harasawa Katsunori,” he introduced curtly.

“Hi I’m Momoi Satsuki, the team’s manager,” Momoi said as she shook your hand.

Based off of introductions alone, you sensed that Harasawa was as cold as his appearance would make him out to seem. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with non-chatty interviewees though, so you didn’t think too much of it.

“Before we get into anything, do you mind if I just took a few photos of the team practicing?” you asked holding onto the camera that hung around your neck.

“Of course, go ahead,” Momoi nodded, Harasawa just humming in approval.

The two of them watched as you moved closer to the court to try and get a few pictures. “I completely forgot she was coming today. I don’t know why I even tried to have a proper training— just distraction after distraction,” Harasawa mumbled to Momoi once you were out of earshot. However his dark blue eyes never stopped following your every move. Something about you was very interesting to him, he’d like to think of himself as a man who cares about more than just looks, so he’d convinced himself it was your demeanour. But you had only really uttered two sentences, so that was a bit of a stretch.

You began to make your way back over to the bench, content with the photos you had gotten so far. “I don’t want to interrupt their training, but I’d like to have a few words with the team— namely the captain and the ace, Aomine,” you informed both Harasawa and Momoi.

“That’s okay. You can speak to them. They’re supposed to have a water break now anyways,” Harasawa said, standing up and blowing the whistle to grab everyone’s attention. “Everyone, grab some water. You’ve got ten minutes to rest and then you’re back on it,” he announced before looking over to you, straight-faced. “Is ten minutes enough?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded with a smile. You were too intimidated to budge for more.

“Imayoshi, Aomine, grab your bottles and come over here. This reporter wants to interview you,” Harasawa called out, everyone’s eyes now turning to you as you gave them an awkward wave.

You began to ask them the questions you had prepared earlier, using your phone to get their voices recorded for later and jotting down notes as well. You were aware that Harasawa was listening in on this interview, which you didn’t really mind other than the fact that you could feel his eyes staring into your soul.

Once you had gotten what you needed, you switched the recording off and gave Imayoshi and Aomine a polite smile. “Right that should be about it then, thank you so much, and good luck for the Winter Cup,” you said, the two of them heading back onto the court to continue the rest of their training like they were instructed.

You turned to Momoi, “Could I have a few words with you as well please? I’ve heard you’re quite an important part of this team.”

Momoi immediately got flustered, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Me?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden nervousness. “Yes, of course you. I need to interview you too, Mr Harasawa. Do you mind if I get to you once I’m done with Momoi?”

Harasawa gave you a small nod, “Go ahead.”

You chatted with Momoi for a bit, going through the questions in your notepad but also just generally having a casual conversation. She was an interesting one, and she definitely knew how to keep a conversation going so you did get quite carried away with her interview in terms of time. Eventually you did realise you had been speaking to her for about twenty whole minutes according to the recording on your phone and you instantly panicked.

“Oh we’ve been talking for a bit too long now,” you said frantically as you looked over at Harasawa. “Do you mind if I keep you here a bit longer, Mr Harasawa? I completely lost track of time.”

“I really don’t want to stay here longer than I need to today,” Harasawa let out an exhausted sigh. “Why don’t we just do this over a couple of drinks somewhere else?”

You checked the time on your watch. It was almost 7 pm and a nice hot tea didn’t sound all that bad. Besides, there was something about Harasawa that you couldn’t say no to. “Are you sure? I can try and wrap it up quickly—“

“Yes I’m sure. You don’t need to rush yourself,” Harasawa said, his tone still agitated even though he was trying to be polite.

“Alright. Where would you like to meet up? I can catch a train or something—“

“A train? Don’t be silly. I’ll drive us there. Let me just grab my coat from my office,” he cut you off once more. He began to walk off, instructing the team to begin packing up as he did so. “And no one help Aomine with the cleanup! It’s all on him today!” Harasawa called out before stepping out through the gym doors.

You watched as Aomine groaned in despair while Wakamatsu began to laugh at him, Aomine shooting him a dirty glare as he did so.

“Right come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Harasawa said when he popped in with his coat a few minutes later. “Momoi, make sure Aomine tidies up properly. If he doesn’t, it’s laps tomorrow,” he said, making sure he was loud enough with the last part so Aomine could hear.

“Yes Coach,” Momoi nodded before looking over at you with a smile. “Nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye and stepped out with Harasawa, walking over to the parking lot in silence. You don’t know what it was, but you were afraid to say the wrong thing in front of him. Maybe it was his cold gaze? Or the fact that he was 6’2 and towered above you?

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” you said, shutting the passenger-side door as he started the engine.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s either this or go home to a box of leftovers,” Harasawa said, earning a small giggle from you.

The drive wasn’t too long, but almost no words were exchanged and that made it feel like an eternity. You pretended to go over your notes out of sheer awkwardness as the music from the radio filled the car. You could’ve just asked him the interview questions, but that would leave you with nothing to say when you actually got to the place. Sometimes Harasawa would hum along to the song, which you did find quite endearing given his cold demeanour.

Once he parked the car, you stepped out, pulling your blazer tighter to fight the cold air. You followed Harasawa as he stepped into a warm, intimate pub. It was at this point that the difference in your ages was apparent— this wasn’t what you thought of when he said ‘drinks’. Harasawa walked over to the bar, “Could I get a whiskey neat please?”

“Of course Mr Harasawa. And for the lady?” the bartender asked, both of them looking over at you.

“Um, I’ll get an espresso martini please,” you replied, saying the first drink that popped into your head.

“Coming right up,” the bartender nodded as he got to work.

“Do you come here often?” you questioned as you took in your surroundings. It certainly was a nice place: dim lighting, cute posters and wall decor, rustic furniture.

“Yeah, I live across the street. I’m here every now and again,” he shrugged. “Well actually, I’m here whenever the team drives me up the walls— so yeah, often.”

You giggled in response and a faint smile appeared on his face. The smile definitely brightened up his appearance tenfold. “Well, that’s how it is with teenagers,” you chuckled. “Surely they’re not too bad?”

“They’re an interesting little group. I’d hate to give it to them, but they do have a special little place in my heart,” Harasawa said, the look in his eyes getting softer as he thought about it.

You had to hold back an ‘aww’ in response. You certainly did not peg him for a sentimental type. Moreover, you didn’t peg him to have any emotions at all. “That’s quite sweet actually. I might have to add that you’re a softy in that article,” you joked.

“Please don’t. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if you do,” Harasawa chuckled. The bartender handed you your drinks and the two of you thanked him, Harasawa instructing him to keep a tab open as the two of you took a seat in one of the booths.

Harasawa took his coat off, setting it on his seat before taking a sip of his whiskey. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back, seeming to have finally relaxed. “Okay, I’m ready for your interview now.”

“Perfect,” you beamed as you took out your notepad and phone, hitting the record button before asking the first question. The interview went on for a while, Harasawa’s mood seemingly lightening as it went on— perhaps it was the whiskey. Either way, you did begin to grow more comfortable talking to him when he began to throw in some sarcastic comments here and there, making you giggle every time.

Harasawa took a break to order you two a second round of drinks at the bar and you took the time to organise your notes as he did so.

“Here you go,” he said, placing another espresso martini in front of you and taking a sip of his whiskey before sitting back down.

“You know what? I think we’re almost done,” you informed him as you double checked your notes.

“Well that’s good, today’s been absolutely exhausting,” he sighed, brushing the dark curls out of his face as he leaned back in his seat.

“Just one question: are there any teams you’re looking out for in the Winter Cup?” you asked.

“Hm, obviously we’re trying to take it one game at a time, but I think all the teams with the Miracles are certainly worth noting. In particular, Rakuzan— they’re quite a formidable team, I think we’re focused on getting to a position where we can challenge them. Seirin is also always a wildcard, I don’t think anyone in the tournament is underestimating them after last year, so that game should also be quite interesting,” he answered.

“Yeah that’s true, I think Seirin has been a popular answer to that question. They’re definitely a strong team,” you replied, a silence filling the air for a moment as you scribbled notes down before stopping the recording. You let out a sigh, “There we go, all done. Thank you again for taking the extra time to do this.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s nice chatting to someone other than the bartender here,” Harasawa said, not shying away from making eye contact with you.

“Well I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I’m sure your wife must be waiting on you,” you said, taking a big swig of your drink to try and finish it faster.

“There’s no need to rush. And there’s no wife to worry about. You don’t need to chug your drink,” Harasawa chuckled, admiring your concern. You were far too polite, it was almost cute.

Finding out that he was single shouldn’t have excited you. Especially since he was about a decade older than you and someone that was in your field of work. “No wife? That’s a bit of a surprise,” you replied without thinking.

“A surprise? How so?” Harasawa questioned, a smug look taking over his face as he watched you panic in search of the right words to answer with.

“Well, um, I mean, I just didn’t think someone with your looks was single, you know?” you said, avoiding all eye contact as colour rose in your cheeks.

Harasawa grinned widely as he took another sip of his drink, each moment of his silence killing you more and more. “I’m flattered,” he said simply, basking in your embarrassment almost like it was a power trip. “I just haven’t quite had the time to invest in a relationship,” he shrugged.

“Ah right I get that. You know, I got out of a relationship recently. He was way too immature even though we were the same age. He wanted me to focus on my work less so I had to call it quits,” you rambled as you tried to move away from the fact that you called him attractive, except you were now just digging a deeper hole for yourself.

You had Harasawa’s full attention, for better or for worse because your brain was in panic mode. The dark haired man loosened the tie around his neck, noticing you take a nervous gulp as you watched him do so. He didn’t show it, but he was quite pleased to know that you were single too. Maybe it was the drinks, but he finally admitted to himself that it wasn’t just your demeanour that made you attractive— he loved how nervous you were with him. For someone whose job is talking to people, you certainly seemed to be a rambling mess at this moment.

“Too immature, huh?” Harasawa repeated your words. It was almost like you were throwing yourself at him. “Well, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated right, so that’s probably for the best,” he said, observing as you grew more and more flustered.

“Stop, you’re too kind,” you giggled nervously. You did your best at avoiding eye contact with him even though you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You took note of his dress shirt. It fit him awfully well. The fabric laid loose on his torso, save for his chest, but hugged his shoulders and biceps perfectly snug. Your eyes trailed down to his toned forearms that were on display, your mind unable to stop itself from picturing what his body looked like underneath all that.

And it wasn’t like Harasawa didn’t notice you looking at him like that. You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Surely you weren’t that much of a lightweight? He checked the time on his watch. It was quite late; the pub was going to close sometime soon. “Do you live around here, Y/N?” he asked, finally changing the topic.

“No, I think I’m a few train stations away. Might have to catch one to get back,” you replied, emptying your glass.

“I think this place is closing soon. You’re welcome to come over to mine to sober up a bit. I can drive you back home after,” Harasawa offered. While the main concern was your safety, he did also want to be with you in a more private space, just to test the waters.

“I really don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken up too much of your time,” you refused politely. You were in a state where you couldn’t trust your own judgement— you had half a mind to rip his shirt off right there, who knows what nonsense would spill out of your mouth when you were in a room alone with him.

“I insist. I haven’t had much to drink, it won’t take too long for me to sober up to safety,” he said as he began to put his coat back on, almost as if he knew that you would say yes— not like he was taking no for an answer anyways.

You sighed. It’s not like you were exactly opposed to the situation, you just didn’t know what you’d do. But you also knew better than to argue with Harasawa, knowing the kind of mood he was in earlier today. You tried to get him to let you pay for the drinks, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. As much as you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was, he was certainly a stubborn one.

The two of you left the pub and walked across the street, entering his apartment complex and taking the elevator up to the top floor. When you entered his apartment, you were rather impressed by how spacious it was— especially for Tokyo. Moreover, it was extremely well kept, practically spotless. The decor was rather minimalistic, it certainly was missing a woman’s touch, but it was nice nonetheless.

“Oh wow, this is such a nice place,” you said, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?” Harasawa offered, hanging his coat on the rack by the door.

“A glass of water would be great,” you replied, taking a seat on the dark leather couch.

Harasawa joined you on the couch a minute later, handing you your glass of water as he took a sip out of a glass of his own.

“So how long have you been working at this magazine?” Harasawa asked, interested to know more about you now.

“Well, I got this job immediately after I graduated university and that was about a year ago, I think,” you replied, trying to think back to the exact date.

“You graduated a year ago? So you’re what? 22? 23?”

You nodded, “23.”

You giggled at Harasawa’s baffled expression. “You’re making me feel like a dinosaur.”

“Cut it out, you look like you’re my age,” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm.

“I am well over your age I’ll tell you that for sure,” he said, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.

“If I saw you at a bar, and I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, I’d probably even ask you out,” you said without thinking yet again.

“You’ve been awfully bold today, Y/N,” Harasawa chuckled, enjoying how red your face was getting. “I admire the confidence.”

You struggled to find words to respond with. It hadn’t occurred to you how close the two of you were sitting until now. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent somehow drawing you closer to him as you met his deep blue eyes. You saw them dart down to your lips and an overwhelming need to know what he tasted like took over your body.

Almost like he sensed it, Harasawa gently placed a warm hand on your cheek, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. His touch was delicate at first. His movements were deliberate as his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. You normally hated the taste of whiskey, but the hints of it that were leftover from the pub had you savouring it on his tongue.

You felt a hand slowly trail down your body, eventually gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms instinctively snaked its way to his back, not being shy about having a feel for his firm muscles. Harasawa began to take over the control, his lips getting a little more aggressive as he guided your body down so your back was on the sofa. Without losing contact with your lips, he slid your blazer off, one hand finding its way under your shirt, cupping a breast and giving it a squeeze. You let out a small moan into the kiss and you could feel him smirk against you.

The dark haired man felt you grind against the knee he had between your legs, desperate for some kind of friction. He already had you wrapped around his finger. His lips began to move lower, leaving soft kisses on your neck, your heavy breaths making him ache for more of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how pretty you looked underneath him. You were exactly what he needed today.

Harasawa leaned in close to your ear, “How about we continue this in my bedroom?” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as he waited for an answer.

“Yes please,” you breathed out almost instantly.

Harasawa took that as his cue to pick you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, leaning in to meet his soft lips once again. He was gentle with the way he set you down on his bed, helping you take your top off and undoing your bra with just one hand. The act alone was enough of an indicator to how experienced this man was. You watched intently as he undid his tie, letting it hang on his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time with this, he knew you were enjoying the show. You were so fixated on his movements that you couldn’t even tell he was watching you drool over his body. You couldn’t be blamed for it, as you expected, underneath the shirt was the body of what you could only describe as a Greek god’s. His shoulders were broad and you had never seen collarbones as well defined as his were. As your eyes trailed further south, you noticed a bit of his dark chest hair, another brutal reminder of how much older he was. And you swore you could lick a whole meal clean off his abs.

Harasawa hovered over your chest for a moment before leaving light kisses all over. Eventually taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as a hand began to unbutton your pants. You didn’t even know what to focus on anymore as you felt his hand trace over your panties, earning ragged breaths from you as your hands gripped onto his hair. He couldn’t help but smirk at the feel of the wet fabric as he pulled away from your breast and looked down into your eyes, “Already soaked? You flatter me a bit too much, Y/N,” he said softly, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine.

Harasawa slipped your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Taking a moment to admire your exposed body before he shuffled down, holding your legs open with either arm as he took a slow lick in between, earning a loud gasp from you.

He slowly began to work his tongue in between your legs, absolutely devouring your taste as teased your entrance. The grip you had on his hair was tighter than ever and the soft moans that escaped your lips was more than enough incentive for him to keep going. He soon brought his fingers into the mix, taking a moment to trace your skin before pushing a finger into you. Harasawa looked up at your heaving chest with contempt, his pants getting tighter with every sound you make. He soon added a second finger, slowly fucking you with them. The mere thought of having you wrap around his length when you’re this tight and dripping was enough to make him groan.

He slipped his fingers out of you, gaining a whine from you for the loss of contact. Harasawa quickly undid his belt, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to relieve his throbbing member. You perked up at the sight of it, you were now sure he was sent straight from the Gods because on top of his gorgeous body, he also had a cock that was a size that could absolutely ruin you. You sat up and leaned over, your tongue kitten-licking his tip as your hand reached to wrap around his base.

Harasawa’s dark eyes looked down at you in pleasure. He didn’t even have to ask you to do this. He groaned as you licked up and down his length, teasing him before you wrapped your lips around him, bobbing your head as you tried to take more and more of him in. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to get it out of your face.

He eventually hit the back of your throat, impressed by your lack of struggle as he slowly rolled his hips back and forth. Your mouth was absolutely divine. If he wanted to, he could easily finish with your throat alone. But he had to sustain himself, with the long day he’s had, he needed much more than this to relieve himself.

He slowly pulled your head away from him, watching as you caught your breath, a trail of spit stringing to your lips. “Look at you. What an absolute mess you are already,” he smirked, staring as you wiped the drool off your chin with the back of your hand. It was no use though, you knew that your mascara was smudged and the drool had dripped down to your chest— you just had to accept the state you were in.

Harasawa flipped you over, your ass pointed in the air towards him as your hands held your weight up. You couldn’t help but look back, watching as he lined his length up with your hole. You felt him brush against your entrance, sliding the length of it along your wetness. You moaned in anticipation, aching to feel him inside of you, but all he kept doing was tease you. “Please,” you begged, pushing your ass up further in search of some kind of relief.

“For someone so polite, you’re rather impatient, Y/N,” Harasawa said simply. He was aching to feel you around him just as much, but there was something so exquisite about watching you squirm with desperation that made his cock twitch.

“I need you so bad, Mr Harasawa,” you pleaded.

You were quickly given exactly what you were asking for upon the words leaving your lips. Harasawa shoving himself into you in one swift motion, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you. He couldn’t resist when you asked him like that. He stilled his hips for a moment when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size so that the pain would subside. A few seconds later, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he had to move. He began to roll his hips back and forth slowly, his body brimming with pleasure with how tightly you wrapped around him.

The sound of your sinful moans paired with the sloppy sound of your wet hole filled the room as Harasawa began to pick up his pace. You still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of him, but the feel of him stretching you open like this was absolutely heavenly. You felt his big hands grip onto your waist, holding you still as he fucked your hole, each thrust hitting a spot that was so deep that you didn’t even think it was possible.

Your arms quickly gave out under you, your face burying itself into the mattress as each hand grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets, trying to brace yourself for Harasawa’s relentless pounding. He slowed his thrusts down for a moment as he took a hold of your hands, bringing them behind your back as you felt him bind them in place with a fabric. Upon looking back, you realised he’d tied your hands together with his tie. The inability to grip onto the bedsheets somehow enhanced the sensation tenfold, feeling him drag in and out of your walls, filling you up like you’ve never been before.

“What a good little girl, taking me so well,” Harasawa grinned as he smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you, his deep voice bringing you closer to your edge. The pent up frustration was showing in his movements, each thrust harder than the last.

The dark haired man could feel you trembling underneath him— you were close. If your shaky legs weren’t enough of an indication, he felt your walls begin to clench around him, your pussy somehow feeling even more irresistible than before.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” the words came as a surprise to you. How’d he know you were close? All you’d been doing so far was moaning like a fucking mess. Nevertheless you gave into his instructions, your orgasm hitting you harder than it has ever before, rendering your body completely weak as it washed over you.

Harasawa gripped onto your waist tighter, trying to hold your limp body up as he chased his own high. Your orgasm had you sopping wet— even more so before, and the older man was savouring every moment of it. The squelches, the helpless little moans, the view of your gorgeous body in front of him; presenting itself as a vessel to be used to relieve his frustrations— you were absolutely perfect.

He felt himself near his climax, his movements becoming sloppier as his breathing became ragged. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace, eliciting your overstimulated moans.

“C-cum in me, Mr Harasawa,” you squealed as he bottomed out inside you with a groan, his cock twitching as a warmth began to fill you up.

Harasawa brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slowly pulled out of you, watching you collapse onto the mattress without him supporting your weight. It had been a while since he felt this much pleasure from another person. The sight of your pathetically weak body in front of him filled him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one that brought you to such a state.

He pulled his pants back up and flipped you back over, lifting you up to rest your head on a pillow while he cleaned you up. He put your panties back on you before settling down in the bed space next to you. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile, your eyes filled with lust for the older man. “That was amazing, Mr Harasawa,” you said breathlessly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He let out a light chuckle in response, “You know, I’d normally tell you to just call me Katsunori at this point, but Mr Harasawa just sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he grinned, fingers tracing over the skin on your chest.

You hummed in satisfaction upon hearing those words. “I look forward to seeing you at the Winter Cup,” you said as if you weren’t still laying naked on his bed.

“Why wait until then? You’re welcome to drop by here any time,” Harasawa said softly, knowing that he could definitely make use of you for the stress building up to the Winter Cup.

A smile took over your face at the invitation, “I might just take you up on that, Mr Harasawa.”