#misaki interaction

[your-sweet-cookies]

He couldn't help but begin to feel his face warm up at Misaki's words. "Mmm, ya know.." He'd say as he would then begin to slip his hands upon her legs before he would then begin to trace his fingers down onto her ankles. "Surely you've seen me stare a little too much at times..." He'd say as he would be a bit cryptic as his hands would then begin to press against the bottom of her heels of each foot.

Little electrifying like tingles ran through her body as Hiro touched her skin, making Misaki blush and make really cute little sounds indicating she was feeling good. Hiro's touch felt so warm and gentle, giving her a feeling of safety too, and comfort, given he was very gentle and caring with her. His following comment made her cheeks grown even redder. Could it have been what she thought he meant? It was rare, but she could sometimes notice him staring at her chest, especially her cleavage. But she couldn't be sure that that's what he meant. "Y-You'll still have to be a lil bit more specific though... Cause I am still unsure what you're trying to tell me." Misaki bashfully looked into his eyes, a lil sweet gasp parting from her lips as the wrestler began massaging her feet.

[mrdinoart]

Pov: you lift up a rock and find a bug

Pov: levantas una roca y ves un bicho

[nicnsmth1]

fem red sun compilation as multiple mocaran cards!!

[sunshiinefades]

               misaki  was  doing  her  closing  duties  for  the  small  fabric  shop  ,  the  firebender  decided  to  close  up  a  little  bit  early  today  since  it  had  been  a  slow  one.  things  were  weird  around  the  place  since  the  mayor  died  ,  but  she  understood  misaki  started  to  get  her  own  memories  back.  Misaki’s  thoughts  were  wrapped  up  in  if  haun  or  anyone  else  from  home  was  here  when  the  bell  above  the  door  rung.  looking  towards  the  door  ,  she  gave  a  soft  smile.  ‘  hello  ,  can  i  help  you?  ‘    

[aretmaw]

Killer Killer, more like....kill me with that glare teehee :)

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Swimsuit is a loincloth

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Kamamoto: Yata-san, big news! Starting next week, PE class is going to be held in a swimming pool.

Yata: Really!?

Kamamoto: Really!

Yata: Really…

Kamamoto: Eh, Yata-san? What's wrong?

Yata: …The pool is, you know, with the girls, right?

Kamamoto: That's right…Yata-san, could it be that a girl did something to you at the pool?

Yata: What is "something"?

Kamamoto: Hmm, I dunno��Maybe stole your swimsuit?

Yata: Of course not!

Kamamoto: Eeeh. Hehe~ I got it. You are so naughty, Yata-san.

Yata: Eeeeeh…!? Don't take lines out of the context, you idiot! When did I say something like that!?

Kamamoto: Eeeeh~ Since it's a joint event with girls, you're probably embarrassed because you're fantasizing about different things, aren't you~?

Yata: Oi, Kamamoto, don't provoke me…

Kamamoto: Ahahaha. I'm kidding, I'm kidding…Ouch-ouch-ouch!

Yata: Clench your teeth, Kamamoto!

Saya: I'm looking forward to the pool next week.

Shiro: Uhm. Swimming under the hot sun feels so nice.

Shiro: Our school doesn't have a swimsuit policy. I can't wait to see what kind of swimsuits everyone will be wearing.

Saya: Ah, I see. I have one, but I need to consult with Kukuri-chan about it.

Shiro: Uhm, I think that's a good idea. I look forward to seeing your swimsuit too.

Kuroh: You…The way you say it is shameless…

Shiro: Hey, you misunderstood me! I don't have any ulterior motives, okay? Did Kuro prepare a swimsuit?

Kuroh: It's not a problem. I keep it with a change of clothes.

Shiro: Ehh, I see. What type of swimsuit did you choose?

Kuroh: What are you talking about? If you're a man, you wear a loincloth.

Saya: …

Shiro: …What was that now?

Kuroh: If you're a Japanese guy, you wear a loincloth.

Saya: I-I wonder if it's okay…Shiro-kun.

Shiro: …Kuro. Even though there's no requirements for a swimsuit...It's a bit too much…

Kuroh: What the heck. But aren't we free to wear any kind of swimsuit?

Shiro: We're free, but Kuro's choice is too free.

Kuroh: What are you talking about, a loincloth is a good swimsuit. What's wrong with it?

Choice: [There's a problem…] ❤

Saya: There's a problem…I think.

Kuroh: What…

Shiro: I know that a loincloth is a kind of swimsuit, I'm not going to deny it…

Choice: [Nothing wrong]

Saya: That's right, I don't think it's a regular problem. But…

Kuroh: But what?

Shiro: …It just looks a bit specific. As for us, we'd like you to be dressed nonprovocative…

Shiro: Besides, wouldn't it be a disaster if it accidentally came off?

Kuroh: It won't. I'm tightening it so it won't come off.

Kuroh: But…I've only ever worn a loincloth until now.

Kuroh: When I think of summer, I think of a loincloth, and when I think of the sea, I think of a loincloth, I've lived my whole life like this…

Saya: I-Is that so…

Saya: Ah, right…How about going to buy it this weekend with everyone from the Silver club?

Shiro: Uhm, that's a good idea. If it were just me, my taste would be prejudiced, I'd feel more comfortable with you and Neko.

Kuroh: …Comfortable with Neko?

Shiro: Ahaha…She will get angry if you leave her out of the group, so just close your eyes.

Kuroh: But…is it okay? Spending your day off picking out a swimsuit for me.

Saya: It's all right. Hope we'll find a good one!

Shiro: Right-right. There's nothing to worry about, Kuro. We should help each other in times of troubles.

Kuroh: I'm not in trouble…, if you insist, I'll accept your kind offer.

Shiro: What a reli-ief. If he wore a loincloth, he'd stand out in a bad way and everyone would make fun of the Silver club.

Saya: I don't think it would have gone that far…

Kuroh: Did you say something?

Saya: N-n-nothing! Ahaha…

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[signcfthetiimes]

“it’s you. it’s always been you. “ misaki & haun @sunshiinefades

huan smiled at misaki's words, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close. he loved just to be in her embrace. to take her in. just being in her presence was enough for him, but he was glad he had the privilege to hold her. "and it'll always be you. forever," huan responded.

[trthfck]

𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆. " don't be alarmed. i saw approximately half of the fight. "  her voice is demure, her face polite. she has enough about her, her uniform, her makeup, her hair that would denote her as a fellow japanese high schooler, but there is also just enough about her that implies , perhaps, she is wrong. the hint of decay around her eyes, the lift of her smile ; a smile that has met death.  death, and the maiden -- no, death and the maiden.

" well, i should say that that's kind of a misnomer of a statement, " the girl shrugs. " the half of the fight i saw was you fighting. i couldn't see what you and your friends were fighting against, but... i am not so stupid as to not hide and preserve myself in the meantime. your swordsmanship is delightful to watch. do you happen to use a particular style? "   all too comfortable dialogue from a girl witnessing what she just had. / @ichigokurosaki

[bitedownplease]

⇕ = holding their hand. (from Misaki)

Ren stood in the open space of the university when he suddenly felt a soft, warm hand holding his hand that was always cold. He turned, surprised to see Misaki, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he held her hand even tighter.

“Want to get some Ramen?” he asked with a smile, eager to know more about this girl.

[your-sweet-cookies]

"You're welcome, Misaki. I do my best." He'd say before he would then return the kiss as well. He would then kiss at her lips gently. "How about you let me see what I like to see?" He'd ask as he would hope that Misaki knew what Hiroyuki liked. It was fairly obvious. He wasn't shy about it.

Misaki reciprocated the kiss on the lips, gently caressing Hiro's cheek as they shared the sweet little moment. But when it came to the other's question once they parted the kiss, Misaki couldn't help but feel a bit confused and lost. Show him... What exactly did Hiro want to see? "Uhmm... I am not quite sure I understood what you wanted to say. What would you like for me to show you, Hiro-kun?" Her innocent blue eyes bathed their lashes at him in a very sweet and naive manner.

[your-sweet-cookies]

In other circumstances, managing to piss off Kimura by denying him having his way with things would've been a nice achievement for the young woman, one from which she'd even manage to derive some satisfaction. But the heavy air settling now between them within the small studio apartment room, prevents Misaki from sketching the slightest victory smirk. A feeling of slight unease tell her that maybe pissing off the loan shark wasn't the best of ideas, not tonight at least, and the sensation solidifies itself with the loud thud of his palm against the dark wood, causing the door to slam shut. There's silence now. One that could remind of that of a grave even, but even with the anger radiating from the pulsating hand planted on the door, only millimeters away from her own head, and the loud echo of the creaking door slamming like that on itself, Misaki doesn't sketch the slightest reaction. No grimace, let alone the smallest of flinches. The young woman just stands there, facing him with her almost ice cold eyes, the intense deep blue of which feels like it could pierce right through the man's intimidating figure.

It almost feels as if someone froze the moment in time with how still they both stand there, tension so thick within the room that you could cut it with a knife. Besides, it's almost impressive how even in such circumstances, with him looking down on her, Misaki can still maintain her proud stance, no readable sign of fear anywhere on her perfect features. But even if she were to be frightened by Kimura's wrath, Misaki still wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of seeing her cower before him. No. The only thing Kimura would ever get out of her is an intense feeling of disappointment, disgust and disdain towards his callous person. "Again, I never asked for you to buy anything for me and I doubt you'd be getting me something anywhere near to a 'gift' just for the sake of it. So I ask of you again: what is it that you really want, Kimura?" The glare, still as sharp as it did moments prior when she propped open that door to kick him out, signals that his actions had no effects on her and Misaki goes as far as to cross her arms at her chest in a defiant pose to signal that she's not intimidate nor impressed by his poor attempt at asserting his dominance over her. "Yes, I do know that. You've made sure to make it known many times before that you spend your evenings indulging in sinful and debauched acts with all sorts of women. So I am fully aware of the fact that I don't mean jackshit to you other than a money bag you can milk dry for cold cash." Misaki rolls her eyes again at him, slightly annoyed now at his comments.

The loan shark's always like this: acting and talking as if he was making her a favor of sorts, while at the same time, treating her with the least amount of care and interest in the world. Kimura only got angry when there were other man showing interest in her, but when she was at his table, catering to his needs, the loan shark never paid Misaki any mind. Or at least that's how the young woman felt, seeing him chatting and laughing with the other hostesses, his hands all over them and his eyes only on their pretty faces and figures as if she didn't exist there too. It was almost insulting towards her... "So why don't you just go there then? Have Sakura, or Mia or one of your other 'sweethearts' put on this dress for you, instead of bothering me, if it's that easy?!" Misaki's on the verge of just lashing her frustrations out at him at this point, being fed up of his nasty attitude.

But right when it looks like she's about to just explode, the young woman closes her eyes and brings one hand to her temple, rubbing it slowly as she heaves a long sigh. "Fine, you win! I'll put on that stupid dress, but afterwards you better get the fuck out of here!" It hurts her pride to just give in like that. But Misaki knows he's not leaving her much of a choice. As much as she hates admitting to it, Kimura is one hell of a stubborn mule, capable of arguing with her for the whole night if it meant he has the slightest chance of having things his way (and even if he wouldn't, he'd still not take 'no' for an answer). So since she values her peace of mind and the night's valuable rest she desperately needs to get in order to make it through tomorrow's university lectures, Misaki decided that choosing the path of least resistance would be the best option she has at this point in terms of reaching a silver lining.

Defeated and annoyed, she grabs the box back from his hand and pushes Kimura's burly body out of her way. "While I did agree to try this on, I do not consent to putting it on with you in the room! So you better stay the fuck here until I come back! Understood?" Misaki hisses at him and makes it clear that she doesn't want him anywhere near herself while naked, as she exits into the adjacent bedroom, closing the door behind herself. At least, she knows he won't try peeping up on her, especially now as she'd made it clear that she does not want his eyes prying up on her in her most vulnerable of states. That... That she can appreciate somewhat about him, even if for the most part she despises his guts to a T.

The dress is actually very beautiful on her body once she finishes putting it on. What a real pity though that she had to be coerced into trying it on... It almost makes her sad that she probably won't be getting the chance of ever enjoying something like this on her own. "It's pretty, but it's probably going to end up in another woman's wardrobe... Knowing him, he's probably just using me as a makeshift mannequin to see how it'd fit on a real woman..." Misaki sighs and it would be a lie to say the thought doesn't make her heart twinge. Eventually she finishes freshening herself up and returns to the main room, stopping before Kimura's figure. "There, I put it on! Now are you happy?" The young woman raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms once more in pure irritation.

@hellsdogs

Sometimes he enjoys the attitude : it adds a little je ne sais quoi that keeps him engaged, a sharp edge to their interactions, a spice that, at times, even turns him on. Other times, though, he’s just tired of it. Still, it makes sense that she’d react this way. Kimura has been nothing but a piece of shit to her. They’ve been circling each other at the club for a while now, him watching over her and the money she makes, while being his usual asshole self, taking the other hostesses home just for fun. So why the hell should she trust him now? Not that Kimura is the kind of man who asks for trust. There might never be trust between them. She does what she has to in order to survive, because he’s ruined her life, and if she ever gets the chance to put a knife in his throat, he fully expects her to take it. The dress comes flying back at him. He catches it with sharp reflexes, irritation flickering across his face. But leaving? No, no, no. That’s not happening.

A scoff escapes his lips when she declares she’d never let him touch her. He’d be a liar if he said he hadn’t thought about it, many, many times. She’s a beautiful woman, and he’s a dog of a man. But, no. What she doesn’t know, what no one knows, is that he’s been where she is. Broke. Unable to afford anything decent. Back when he was younger, he’d dreamt of wearing suits, of dressing sharp enough to be noticed. Now, with dirty yakuza money, he finally can. It’s a small, twisted victory. Still, his pride won’t let him say that out loud. Because admitting it would mean acknowledging that his heart might not be entirely cold, and he’d rather let her believe he’s just another piece of shit. He folds the dress carefully, treating it like the piece of art it is, and places it back in the box while she’s opening the door for him to leave. His head tilts to the side, irritations till. He moves toward it, pressing a hand against the wood, closing it back with quiet finality. His palm stays there, and he’s close now, his gaze bearing down on her. "I know you can’t afford it," he says, his tone steady. "So, I bought it for you, out of the coldness of my heart. Yes." His voice darkens. "You know, iif I wanted to fuck I’d be inside some girl in Shibuya right now. So, I’m good." He holds the box out to her again."I’m not leaving until I see you in that dress."

[rosewaterdrunk]

                 misaki  didnt  tend  to  use  her  bending  much  ,  she  went  so  long  without  using  it  that  sometimes  it  didnt  occur  to  her  that  she  could  use  it.  but  she  knew  something  was  up  when  she  went  to  light  her  stove  and  nothing  happened.  so  after  a  few  moments  of  internal  panicking  she  decided  to  wake  haun  up.  she  felt  bad  about  waking  him  up  but  she  really  didnt  know  what  else  to  do.  kneeling  down  next  to  his  side  of  the  bed.  misaki  shook  him  softly  not  wanting  to  scare  him  awake  ,  ‘  haun  ,  haun.  ‘   misaki  spoke   softly.  /  misaki  &  haun  :  @virtuousouls 

[virtuousouls]

closed for @rosewaterdrunk​, misaki, sakaar.

huan clung to misaki’s arm as they walked, since they were hooked together. eyes darted around the place they were. “this place is odd,” huan said. there was trash everywhere and the people were strange. he didn’t like it at all. but at least they were still together. “i wish we were back where we were. it was beautiful and peaceful there. we could have made a nice home.” they had spent there weeks in what was ‘middle earth’ travelling as far as they could. it was a diverse place and huan felt more comfortable there than he even had in sydney.

[sunshiinefades]

                misaki  was  walking  around  the  farmers  market  looking  at  all  the  wonderful  different  foods  and  items  that  people  were  offering.  it  was  her  day  off  so  she  had  decided  to  spend  it  relaxing.  she  had  been  looking  at  some  paintings  that  someone  had  on  display  when  a  familiar  stature  caught  her  attention  from  the  corner  of  her  eye.  on  instinct  misaki  turned  her  head  to  see  who  it  was.  a  breath  caught  in  her  throat  when  she  recognized  haun.  since  it  seemed  like  he  didnt  see  her  ,  misaki’s  feet  were  already  heading  in  his  direction  before  her  brain  had  decided  what  to  do.  tapping  him  on  the  shoulder  so  that  hopefully  he  looked  at  her.  ‘  haun?  ‘  /  misaki  &  haun  :  @signcfthetiimes

[tewwor]

"Yeah-huh." He's too busy rummaging around the plastic bag to notice her expression. There's only so many can shaped things inside, but the all of the extra food's churning around by his hand. So it takes an extra... Few seconds before he finally snags the right one. "Just black." Cruor looks a little too triumphant for such a small task, but that's just how he's always been. Happy to help — even if it's over something menial.

"I don't know about sugar and creamer being shit.. But most of the premade ones do leave a funny taste after, huh."

misaki's brow knits, after a moment, eyes drifting over to cruor. he had clearly gone inside with more than his own appetite in mind. she had planned on not being able to eat again until dinnertime. she recovers quick enough to where he might or might not have noticed her balking.

"is one of them black?" something in her face twitches. it almost looks like a smile, even if her mouth doesn't move other than to talk. "i don't like coffee with a bunch of shit in it."

[pierroettie]

TWEWY SWAP AU 3/4

Two this time ! It'll be two next time as well

click 2 read abt them <3

Shiki Misaki (swapped with Beat)

Here's where things start to get interesting; as I've mentioned in the previous posts, the characters entry fees are the same. So in this case, Shiki still looks like Eri. Only this time, Eri (who is swapped with Rhyme) is actually a player and Shiki's game partner in week one- Eri's dreams are her entry fee. Like Beat with Rhyme, Shiki loses Eri who gets turned into noise. Of course, Shiki becomes a reaper as well (both pictured in the art above).

In og TWEWY, Shiki's arc has her able to figure out why her entry fee was what it was, and work through her turmoil and identity struggle through the (kind of) support of Neku and catalyst of Higashizawa. Neither of those things are true for this au. In this case, she has to figure it all out on her own. Initially upon realizing that Eri no longer remembers wanting to be a designer, and upon realizing the nature of her own entry fee, Shiki would feel incredibly guilty. A mix of guilt and determination is what drives her.

og Shiki's bubbly nature is her mimicking Eri, since Eri is actually a player and very much present this time, Shiki would no longer do this. She's still kind, loyal, and occasionally stubborn, she just doesn't play the part of Eri since it would be kind of awkward. She'd be a bit more shy but still eager to work with everyone during the first week. Like Beat, her kindness would prevent her from doing any real harm as a reaper in week two.

Joshua and Shiki don't interact much if at all during the course of the og game. After the first two weeks, Joshua will have opened up and softened up a bit more. In week 3, when the two of them are partners, I think Joshua and Shiki would get along quite well. Shiki no longer has to bear her burdens on her own, and Joshua would appreciate the company. Also it's a plus that they both like shopping this would be like girls week fr.

Design Notes:

For Shiki, I wanted her outfit to be pretty similar to her real appearance in both og TWEWY and NEO, but following a closer silhouette to her outfit as Eri. Mr. Mew is like an oversized plush keychain though honestly that was just cuz I didn't want to draw her holding him lol. Shikis hair is also a little different since its not being held down by a hat and also because I wanted a little more visual distinction between her and Eri, it's a bit shorter and more compact.

For Eri, I just wanted to give her a simple and cute outfit to reflect her interests. I used mostly the same colors from her original design aside from the hat & belt. Her noise form is a cat, and it's based off of Mr. Mew.

Next up will be Beat and Rhyme! Thank you all for the love so far I'm really glad everyone is liking this so far :)))