#mochi: oh work was tiring today? do you need a hug?

[musubiki]

perfectly squeezable

[sixeyesgojo]

jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea. 

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back  and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi​ @gojos-mochi​ @assbuttbaek​ @bleueluna​ 

[lilchibi-chan]

Part 1

Part 2

Hawks Mafia AU x Reader Pt. 3

After you got in from your brunch date, you washed your face of the little makeup you had on and change out of your outside clothes and into an oversized tee. You put on some tv and ended up falling asleep.

When you finally wake up, it’s 6:30.

“Wow, it didn’t even feel like I slept that long,” you say to yourself

Last night, you barely slept, so you knew that sleeping tonight would probably be an issue because of how long you slept this afternoon.

You decide to get up and take a shower, switching between hot and cold to wake yourself up and then leaving it on warm to finish. Once you get out, you put on some lotion and perfume.

You head to your bedroom, wrapped in your robe, to pick out some cute lounge wear since Hawks was coming over.

You take out a nude bra and leggings set and then a black bra and leggings set (think skims inspired) and hold them up in front of your mirror.

“Mochi, what do you think?”

Mochi is your white Akita that you adopted after you got out of school. You had some left over money after you had paid everything for the month and you always wanted a dog since you left home and it made your time away less lonely.

Mochi is well behaved and loves to cuddle and is only temperamental when he feels there is something off.

He walks over to you and boops the nude set.

“I think so too buddy,” you say agreeing and put on the loungewear.

You also grab a chunky cardigan to wear over it.

You glance at your alarm clock and see that it’s 7:30.

You were starting to get a bit nervous because it had been a while since you had a man at your apartment and even though you knew Hawks would never do anything to take advantage of you based on his behavior thus far, you were still a bit anxious.

Time passes by and at 8 on the dot, you hear your door bell. You look at your phone to see Hawks standing outside with flowers and take out.

“Coming,” you say excitedly and you go to answer the door

You take a deep breath and open the door.

“Wow baby bird, you look stunning,” he says, almost breathless

“Thank you,” you say shyly

“Do you need any help with those,” you say moving aside to let him into your apartment

“No, I got it,” he says setting the food on the kitchen counter

He turns to face you, flowers in hand.

“These are for you, humming bird,” he says handing them to you

“Thank you, they’re beautiful,” you say and then hug him

“They don’t have anything on you,” he says taking your hands in his and kissing them

You blush

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you say sarcastically

“Believe it or not kid, I don’t go on that many dates. I’ve had flings and relationships that didn’t mean anything, but you’re different. I can actually let my walls down with you. Your energy is very calming and I can’t help but be relaxed around you,” he says honestly

You stand there, not knowing how to respond

“Oh god, w-was that too much. I’m sorry I-”

“No, you’re fine,” you say cutting him off,“it’s just, I’ve never heard anyone be so honest about how they feel so confidently.”

“Well, in my line of work, honesty is the best policy,” he says with a cheeky smile

“You’re so corny,” you say laughing

“You just bring it out of me,kid”

You sit down on one of your bar stools at the island in the kitchen and Hawks is on the other side, taking out all the food.

“It’s Thai. I hope that’s okay,” he says worried

“It’s fine, I love Thai food,” you say smiling, which eases his nerves

“Good..I’m glad, I was unsure of what to get on the way over here,” he says honestly

Just then, Mochi comes out from your room and makes a b-line for Hawks. Once there, Mochi starts sniffing him, making sure he’s not sus.

“Mochi,” you say,“c’mere boy. Sorry, he usually doesn’t just run up on people like that.”

“No it’s okay. He’s fine,” Hawks says,“I’m sure he was just checking on his mom and wondering who this weird guy is in his home.”

Mochi continues to sniff around Hawks and then he sits right next to and nudges Hawks’ hand with his nose.

“What’s up, buddy? You want some head pats,” he says in a baby/puppy voice

Mochi head tilts in response and places his head under Hawks’ hand.

Hawks pets Mochi’s head and ruffles the fur around his face.

You take a picture on your phone causing both Mochi and Hawks to snap their direction towards you.

You burst out laughing.

“You guys look,so cute,” you say with a smile

“Sorry kid, but I’ll have you know, I am devilishly handsome, not cute,” Hawks says

“Mmm I still think you’re very cute,” you say egging him on

He walks around to your side of the island and turns you around in the bar stool, so that you’re facing him.

He stands in between your legs and puts his arms on either side of you, resting his hands on the counter. He lowers himself down to speak into your ear.

In a low voice he says,“Baby I promise you, I am anything but cute.”

He moves his attention back to your face, smirks and walks back to side of the island he was originally on.

“Let’s eat, honey,” he says and starts dishing out some of the food he brought over

“O-okay,” you say flustered

You do your best to bring yourself back to earth, but now you find yourself stealing glances of Hawks, wondering what came over him, what came over YOU, what else hasn’t he shown you yet. You became more intrigued by the mysterious man that you are having dinner with.

For the rest of the night, you both spend it drinking and enjoying each other’s company.

By the end of the night, you both finish a bottle and a half of wine and you feel yourself grow tired due to the alcohol taking over your body.

“Hawks,” you say slurring the s and slightly loud, causing him to direct his attention towards you

“Yes, baby bird,” he says massaging your temples, as your head lay on his shoulder

“Why me? You’re handsome and rich and seem well traveled, but I’m just a regular girl. Why choose me to go on a date with,” you say quite timid

“Because baby bird, as you so put it, you are a regular girl. You’re nothing like women that I’ve been involved with, so to speak. You’re kind, caring, smart, funny, good with animals and last, but certainly not least, you’re beautiful. Inside and out,” he says honestly

“Hawks, you barely know me,” you say directly

“Yes, but I’ve observed you long enough to know what kind of person you are,” he says

You look at him with a shocked expression.

“Woah, not like that,” he says frantically,“just while you work, how you treated people. I learned you were someone worth having in my life and that night when I saw that guy harassing you, I just wanted to protect you. It was like this instinct kicked in and I just had to help. I couldn’t bare the thought of what would’ve happened had I or anybody for that matter, not have done something to help.”

You sit there stunned by his words. Next, you do the unthinkable, well for you.

You grab Hawks by his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Things start to get heated and Hawks stops you.

“Baby bird, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, if and when we get to this point of our relationship, I want it to be special for us. I don’t want to treat you like a fling and…I have an early work day tomorrow, so sadly, I have to go” he says

“Let me walk you out then,” you say, walking Hawks to your apartment door

You both make it to the door, when you suddenly stop him from opening it.

“Wait,” you say, then stand on your toes and kiss him on the lips, wishing him a good night

“Night baby bird,” he says, the closes your door

“C’mon Mochi, let’s go to bed papas,” you say as you walk to your room, stretching from sitting on the couch for so long

You lay on your bed, then turn on your side and fall fast asleep.

Art by 10shiko

I hope y’all enjoyed today’s chapter!! Sorry it’s sooooo late!! I will be better about getting things out faster or at least try to be as some times my day doesn’t go according to how I want it to, but I will work hard for y’all!!

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Mitsuri’s Birthday

ShinoMitsu Week 2021 Day Seven: (Happy Birthday Mitsuri, Free Day)

A/N: Hello, welcome to the last day of my ShinoMitsu Week writings. This has been a fun little challenge for me as I scrambled to get everything done in time. I only finished this last piece last night so, much like with every other piece I did this week, I hope there aren’t too many errors because I’m tired and only skimmed through twice. Anyway, many thanks to those who read along! Lastly, I’d like to apologize to Mitsuri for making her sick on her birthday. At least Shinobu came to help! Word Count: 2,030

Mitsuri’s eyes fluttered against the sunlight filtering through her window, causing her to roll over and sigh with relief when the light no longer reached her. Nothing could make her get out of her warm, soft blankets.

“Wake up, Onee-chan!”

“Ah!”

Nothing could get her out of bed, except maybe her eight year old sister jumping on her bed.

“Happy birthday! Happy birthday!” Natsumi cheered as she bounced with abandon.

Mitsuri whined. Her sister did this every morning, special occasion or not, but today the jostling made her feel terrible.

“Natsumi, please be gentle.” Mitsuri coughed. Now that she was actually awake, Mitsuri noticed just how terrible she felt. She felt hot, achy and it hurt just to swallow.

“Mitsuri, honey, you’re going to be late for school if you don’t get ready soon.” she heard her mother call from down the hall.

“Moooom? Onee-chan doesn’t look too good.” Natsumi called, taking note of her big sister’s trembling and sweating form.

“I don’t feel well at all.” Mitsuri moaned. “Why today of all days?”

Their mother came into the girls’ shared room. She felt her eldest daughter’s forehead and tisked, a sympathetic look upon her face.

“Oh honey, you’re burning up. I guess you’ll be staying with me today.”

“But, birthday plans...” Mitsuri rasped, disappointment evident in her tone.

“Another day, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you rather be able to enjoy yourself to the fullest?”

“I guess...”

“Akimitsu?” The mother called and the young boy appeared in the doorway. “Walk Natsumi to her school will you? Your big sister is sick.”

“Okay mom. Get well soon, Onee-san. I’m sorry you’re sick on your birthday.” The polite boy frowned.

“Thank you.” Mitsuri sniffled.

“I’m going to make you some warm, soothing miso. I’ll be back soon.” Mitsuri’s mother smoothed back Mitsuri’s colorful bangs before following her other children out the door before closing it gently behind her.

Mitsuri weakly kicked her blanket to the bottom of her bed, freedom from the now stifling heat brought mere seconds of relief before returning to discomfort.

With difficulty, she heaved herself into a sitting position and peeled off the large sweatshirt she had taken from Shinobu’s the last time she stayed over. She weakly tossed it at the hamper and it barely made it halfway across the floor.

“Aww,” Mitsuri looked down at the tank top she was wearing covered in sweat. She really needed a cool bath. Carefully, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up on shaky legs. Her hips left especially achy with the change in altitude and her vision was swimming as lightheadedness consumed her.

She grasped onto her bedside table and sucked in a few deep breaths before braving the trip across the hall to the bathroom.

As she exited the room, she heard the cries of the twins as her mother worked to console them. Mitsuri would have loved to help her, but she knew she would be no help as she was now. Her mother would likely scold her for being up anyway.

Finally, she made it to the bathroom and stripped. A full bath would have been nice, but she simply didn’t have the energy and instead cooled herself and washed away the sticky sweat with the shower nozzle.

When she was done, she patted herself dry and hobbled back into her room. She had just enough strength to pull on another tank top and a pair of shorts before flipping back into her bed with a frown. At least the sweatshirt had helped keep most of the sweat off of her sheets.

She stared at her ceiling, feeling miserable. The chills were back so she pulled her blanket back up over her body, turning just in time to see her phone blink to life.

She gingerly scooped it up and squinted at the notification, a text from Shinobu. Mitsuri hurriedly unlocked her phone to open their conversation.

‘Where are you? You’re going to be late.’ the text read.

‘I’m sick : (‘ Mitsuri responded, frowning to herself as she realized she wouldn’t be seeing Shinobu today. Maybe she could ask for a facetime after school? This was easily her worst birthday ever.

‘I’m sorry Sunshine, that’s awful. What are your symptoms?’ Shinobu’s next text inquired.

Mitsuri relayed what she felt, selfishly wishing all the while that Shinobu would ditch her classes and sit beside her all day.

It took a little longer for Shinobu to text back, but when she did, the message made her heart soar.

‘Naho-san is working deliveries in the pharmacy today. She’ll be by in about half an hour with medicine and some other helpful items. I’ll come check on you after school. Love you.’

‘Love you too. Thank you, my knight <3 <3 <3’

Mitsuri clicked the screen off and hugged the phone to her chest. She coughed harshly and turned in her bed, eagerly awaiting Shinobu’s arrival later that afternoon.

About twenty minutes later, Mitsuri’s frazzled mother came in with Naho trailing behind her. The young woman waved at Mitsuri as soon as she saw her and she weakly gave one in return.

“Mitsuri, Naho-san from the pharmacy has a care package for you, but I’m sure you already knew she was coming.” Her mother guessed, carefully setting the miso on her daughter’s nightstand.

“Yeah, thank you for coming by Naho-san.”

“You’re welcome, Mitsuri-chan.” the pharmaceuticals student approached, “You do look ill, poor dear. Not to worry though, Kiyo, Sumi and I put together everything you’ll need for a speedy recovery!”

Naho produced a little bottle of medicine and explained to Mitsuri and her mother how much to take and when. Then she got out a little box of throat soothing tea leaves, a cooling peppermint oil for aching joints and a cute little pink elephant plush.

“On behalf of everyone at the Kochou Family Pharmacy, I hope you feel better soon, Mitsuri-chan, happy birthday.” Naho grinned.

“Thank you so much Naho-san. Please give Sumi-san and Kiyo-san my thanks as well.”

“Of course! Bye, Mitsuri-chan, Kanroji-san.”

And with that, Naho left to her next destination. Mitsuri’s mom stayed with Mitsuri a while longer to help her resettle. When Mitsuri fell asleep, she turned off the light and closed the door gently behind her.

***

Awhile later, Mitsuri began to stir in her sleep, a cough racked her lungs and stabbed at her throat like needles. She would have to ask her mother to make more of that tea. She was starting to feel hot again too. A small whine sounded in the back of her throat and mere moments later cool, smooth skin rested over her forehead.

Slowly, Mitsuri opened her bleary eyes to find Shinobu hovering close over head. Her eyes closed in concentration as her forehead resting against Mitsuri’s.

With a displeased hum, Shinobu straightened and opened her eyes, noticing Mitsuri staring back up at her.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Shinobu blushed faintly, “I was checking your temperature. You’re very warm. I’m going to get you a damp washcloth, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait Shinobu.” Mitsuri said, her voice quieted by her awakening as well as her sore throat.

Shinobu turned back to face her, “Yes?”.

“Hi.”

“Hi Sunshine.” Shinobu simpered, turning back to the door to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom.

While Shinobu was away, something caught Mitsuri’s periphery and she turned her head to observe it more clearly. She was cheered by the sight of a lovely bouquet of flowers.

“Do you like them?”

Mitsuri startled a bit as the cool cloth was placed on her forehead, so distracted she hadn’t notice Shinobu come back in.

“Kanae helped me pick them out. She’s more adept at the whole flower language thing. These ones are supposed to represent good health and healing.” Shinobu informed.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them. I’ve brought you some other things too.” Shinobu said, reaching for her school bag.

“Oo!” Mitsuri winced as another dry cough stabbed through, “what, what is it?”

“Well, least exciting is that I collected all your homework. Hinatsuru-senpai even made copies of all of her notes for you.”

“Ah, how practical of you two. Forgive me for not being excited by the thought of schoolwork.” Mitsuri groaned, causing Shinobu to laugh.

“I take no offense. Don’t worry, I’ve got something else you might enjoy more,” Shinobu returned her hand to her bag once more, withdrawing a neatly wrapped box, “Happy birthday, Mitsuri.”

“Aw, Shinobu!” Mitsuri squeaked as Shinobu handed her the box.

She gently removed the pretty wrapping paper as she always did, not wanting to tear it. Then she popped open the lid, wiggling once she saw the contents of the gift. If her throat wasn’t so sore, if she wasn’t so sick, she’d be bouncing around her room squeeing and showering Shinobu in kisses.

Inside was a neatly packed container of sakura mochi, a gift card from the Kamado Bakery, a new cook book detailing recipes from around the world and a beautifully crafted butterfly hairpin.

“Shinobu, this is all wonderful. Thank you so much!” Mitsuri couldn’t help but let a few tears slip down her cheeks and she sniffled, “I really wish I could kiss you right now but I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Then you’ll just have to rest and get better soon, won’t you?” Shinobu looked down at Mitsuri warmly. “Do you need anything? More tea perhaps?”

“Yes please.” Mitsuri sighed.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon,” Shinobu said as she turned over the cloth on Mitsuri’s forehead to the cooler side.

“You’re bedside manner is very good, Shinobu, like you’ve been helping sick people all your life and beyond. I’m so lucky.”

“If there’s one thing my family knows, it’s treatment of human health.” Shinobu nodded. “But it helps that you’re such an easy patient.”

Shinobu left the bedroom again and Mitsuri could hear Natsumi talking her ear off before they were too far away to be heard. Mitsuri looked back down at her box to touch the wing of the butterfly pin. She had often told Shinobu how much she liked hers and how cute it was that her sisters wore them too. It felt very special to be gifted one of her own.

Mitsuri ran a finger longing over the mochi, wanting nothing more than to dig right in. She knew she would enjoy them much more when she felt better so she held off. She took the cook book out and set the rest of the box down on the nightstand.

Shinobu returned with the tea, carefully setting it beside the flowers and box.

“Find any interesting recipes you want to try?” She asked.

“Mm, kind of. It’s hard to focus with this headache.” Mitsuri answered, rubbing at her eyes. Then she looked up at Shinobu standing in front of her, her eyes wide and pleading. “Will you read it to me?”

“Okay, put those puppy dog eyes away. I’ll be happy to read to the birthday girl.”

Shinobu walked around the bed and Mitsuri scooted over a bit to make room for her. Shinobu sat with her back against the headboard and smoothed her skirt over before taking the book from Mitsuri’s hands.

“Anywhere you want me to start in particular?” Shinobu asked, watching Mitsuri down her tea.

“The beginning is fine,” Mitsuri breathed, once she finished the cup and set it back down. Then she maneuvered herself to rest her head on Shinobu’s thigh, relaxing further when Shinobu combed her fingers through her fringe, trying to keep the wash cloth in place.

“Very well, recipes from Afghanistan it is. First we have a kidney bean curry recipe, lubya. The ingredients are as follows: coconut oil, coriander, cumin, dried mint, tomato, garlic, onion, broth, kidney beans...” Shinobu carried on, her voice as soft as a light breeze. She had hardly made it to the instructions when Mitsuri began to snore.

Shinobu set the cook book down with care and watched Mitsuri cling to her side. It may not have been the best birthday Mitsuri could have had, but Shinobu was happy she could be there to help her feel better.

[i-simp-for-gintoki]

Telling Gojo you’re bisexual

“gojo with fem reader coming out as bi?”-anon

Aha its 2am, hopefully this is done well

You and Satoru have been together for a decent amount of time now

Its been an amazing few months of your life, even if he is out on missions a lot

But its time you told him something that sadly many do not accept, and you were nervous

In the back of your mind you knew he probably doesn’t care but there was still that annoying ‘what if he does though’

Between teaching students, secretly teaching a student whos supposed to be dead, and long away missions, there wasn’t a whole lot of time where you guys can just hang out and have fun

You needed to tell him as soon as possible or else your anxiety was just gonna continue building up

You were already nervous enough as it is

You guys don’t exactly live together but always are at one of your guys’s place when your off of work

Its usually gojo just inviting himself over

But today you sent a text in which he gave lots of emoji’s in response too

He was late from the time he said he’d arrive at, but when is he not late?

Currently you guys where relaxing on the couch, you in his arms while a show quietly plays in the background

Well atleast he was relaxed

Your heart was going at like 900 mph

You thought saying it would be easy but now that he’s actually here what do you do?

‘Do i just casually say it? Make it as a joke?? Try to be serious with satoru?? Actually does he even know what being bisexual i--’

“So whats on your mind?” he asks interrupting your train of thought

“Huh?” “this whole time you’ve been actin pretty weird” you sit up a bit and tilt your head back to look at him

“You noticed?”

“Nope!” he states proudly

‘This guy ticks me off sometimes’

“I thought you were tired at first but i just talked for 10 minutes about my day and didn’t even get a single hum in response. Plus you were glaring at the tv like your brother was just murdered” “oh...well...uh..you see”

You fully sit up and satoru tilts his head a bit as he looks at you behind his sunglasses

“I have...i have a confession to make…” you start

“Oh are you finally confessing that you ate the mochi i bought yesterday?” “What? No..well maybe i did, but thats not--” “cause i was really look--” “Satoru please.” you say in a more serious tone and he shuts up

“Now i know many people might find this distasteful, or weird, and that you might even want to break up over this…” you start, voice cracking a bit and you faintly notice how he’s sitting up fully now, attention completely on you

“...and...oh whatever, Satoru. I’m...i’m bisexual” you say looking towards the floor, you didn’t have the courage to look up at his face

A moment of silence passes and he laughs “wait, seriously that’s what was bothering you??”

“Huh?”

“You think i care if you like girls or boys? That hardly matters. It would be a different case if you only like women, which would make our relationship kinda awkward but-” “you really don’t care?” you ask finally looking at him, but he was just smiling like an idiot

“Course not. If anything, it just means i have more competition. Not like they’d stand a chance, since im perfect in everyway after all” he says pulling you a hug which you gladly accepted

“Thank you” you say and he nods before kisses the top of your head

A peaceful silence passes before he speaks up

“So about my mochi you ate-”

[carnationdoe]

Talking about you (Hyung line)

Just to make it clear, this --> «Korean» means that they are speaking korean and when using “English” they are speaking English

Kim Seokjin ‘Jin’

“So, the last time we talked, you guys were at the billboard music award where you won Top social artist and top group, so first congratulation on that” Ellen announced, once the seven Korean guys had introduced themselves. “Thank you very much, Ellen” Namjoon said on behalf of the others and they all gave her a sincere smile. “But you – RM – also brought something up on the red carpet.”

“So…” Ellen started before being interrupted by the loud cheering from the audience once again. “I haven’t even said anything” – “are anyone of you dating someone?” Ellen continued, as the cheering from the audience died down.

All seven of them whined, as they all dreaded these kinds of questions. However, Jin couldn’t help but feel his face becoming hot and red and he wasn’t the only one who noticed.  “It looks like Jin has someone speciel in mind, yes?” mischievous smile curved up the corners of Ellen’s lips.

“What?” Jin asked with a thick accent, playing dumb. “Are you dating anyone at the moment, Jin?”. At that moment he knew that he had been caught red-handed which made his face flush even harder. 

“Just friends” Jin managed to say without too much stutter. Ellen smiled even bigger than before, not believing a word he said. “A friend you want to date?”  She emphasised the last four words, earning ‘oh’ and laughter from the audience. 

That was all it took to break down Jin’s walls down, before looking at Namjoon and saying; «We enjoy each others company». 

“He says that...” Namjoon began to translate after making sure that Jin knew what he was doing, “that they are friends who are enjoying each others company.” before he himself began adding a few facts so Jin wasn’t singled out. “We are actually all friends with each other and enjoy a movie night every now and then when we have time.”

The rest of the group were nodding once Namjoon finished talking, trying their best to make it more believable, even though it was true. But it seemed that Ellen didn’t quite believe them.

“But it seems as if,” she shifted in her seat, placing a hand under her chin as if to think, “Jin is enjoying her company more than the rest of you. Am I right?”

A smile had found its way to Jin's face before, the words slipped past his lips. «We’re... she laughs at my jokes and we cook together. What more to wish for.» and then he chuckled awkwardly and looked down at Namjoon who was shaking his head.

“Sorry, I’m not translating that” Namjoon announced before anyone could get the chance to ask.  

“Does it really make a difference, since it will be translated later on anyway?” Ellen protested, which simply made the seven boys smile. 

“Yeah, let's wait for that then.” Namjoon said with a chuckle, and the other six boys joined while Ellen let out a sigh. 

Min Yoongi ‘Suga’

You and Yoongi had been talking to each other for a few months and things were slowly developing into more than just friends. You were being a bit hesitant about officially calling it a relationship; because of how hectic Yoongi’s schedule was and you didn’t want to jump into that kind of relationship without being sure that that was what both of you wanted. 

Today was no different: Yoongi was in London, United Kingdom to perform at Wembley together with his six group members. He was sitting in the makeup chair having his makeup and hair done and as soon as he was finished, he jumped down the chair. 

He was walking around aimlessly backstage when his ears picked up on the frantic screaming from the audience on the other side of the black curtains.

He suddenly became nervous, and when Yoongi became nervous, he showed it through silence. He clenched and unclenched his fists, before walking away from the spot he had been standing and found an empty room.

“Yoongi?” He could hear the softness in your voice through the phone. He couldn’t help but smile. “Hello Y/N-ie” – “I’m sorry for calling.” He could almost hear you rolling your eyes as he apologised for waking you up. 

“mmm, don’t be. What do you need, love?” He knew that you wouldn’t let it go before he told the reason behind the call; “I don’t kn-… I’m nervous” He stuttered out the last three words. 

A light chuckle could be heard through the phone. “Yoongi, no matter what you do you do great and even if, if you made a mistake ARMY and I will still love and support you.” You said genuinely. 

“Thank you” He said shyly, before you ended your call with ‘goodbyes’ and kiss through the phone.

“Who were you talking to?” Jimin asked and a blush quickly found its way onto Yoongis face. Jimin couldn’t help but think that Yoongi looked genuinely happy.

 “Y/N” Yoongi said and shrugged as if it was nothing special, but Jimin looked right through it. 

“And who is this Y/N?” Jimin asked in a sly manner. It caught Yoongi by surprise; “I mean what is they to you?” Jimin continued.

“We need to go on stage” Yoongi tried to deflect the questions, but he didn’t succeed.

Jimin took hold of Yoongi’s arm; “Hyung, it wasn’t meant like that. You just seem so happy”

Yoongis characteristic gummy smile found its way on to his face, as he thought of you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin.

“I’m happy Mochi... She makes me happy and calms me down when I need it the most”

Jung Hoseok ‘J-Hope’

Earlier that day you had received a text from your boyfriend, Hoseok, informing that he would be at the dance studio with the others; training for the next concert. It wasn’t as if it was anything new. He had been spending every single day at either the dance studio or the studio, so you hadn’t been seeing much of him these days.

It had become a habit of yours to enjoy the mornings by yourself in bed and later studying for your exams, but today were different. You had come up with the brilliant idea that you would be visiting Hoseok at lunch.

You were leaning up against the doorframe. Your eyes only focused on one of the dancing forms before you. He was in his element; it was easy to see. You hadn’t realized that the music had stopped and so had the people before you.

“Hey Y/N” The six other Korean boys yelled, as Hoseok walked towards you. He pulled you into a tight hug as he withdrew, he gave you a cheeky smile “Why are you here?”

“I missed you, Hobi” you stated and showed off the paper bag in your hand “I even brought pajeon. It should be good for you since you are training so hard and…”

Hoseok gave you a quick kiss on the lips, which made you stop rambling. “Sorry” you mumbled, embarrassed.

He simply chuckled and whispered a thank you to you. “Yeah, thank you Y/N” the six others said with big smiles on their faces as they began to eat.

“You need to marry her” Yoongi said with his mouth stuffed with the homemade pancakes you had brought to them. “Or else I might do it, cus this is amazing!” Jungkook continued where Yoongi had left.

“That’s not gonna happen, Jungkook” Hoseok gave him the ‘evil eye’ “Y/N isn’t into babies” Hoseok continued in a serious manner, but had a cheeky smile.

“She is into men” Hoseok stated. He couldn’t help but break into a little dance still with a cheeky smile plastered on his face; “A man like me-e-e-e!” he sang happily.

They all broke out in laughter and Hoseok joined them. 

Kim Namjoon ‘RM’

“Guys, I will answer ten questions and then I will go to bed. Our schedule tomorrow is packed, I have practice in the morning.” Namjoon gave the web camera a tired smile, trying not to yawn.  

“When will you run for President?” He busted out laughing as soon as he had read the question out loud “I heard about this from my friends. I want to change the standards of society, but it will be as an idol” He took in a breath before continuing in a more playful manner; “I’ll be the president for all army’s!”

He read through the comments and kept smiling. Quickly dismissing the comments which wasn’t questions, when he caught sight of your name being mentioned multiple times. He could feel his face heat up and he tried to cover it up with his hands – in a natural way. However, it didn’t do him any good, since the audience had already noticed his change in posture.

When he found a question, which didn’t include you in anyway, he let out a deep sigh. “When will you release the next album?” – “We are actually already working on it”

He was in the middle of replying a question, when you barged through the door singing out his name; “Namjoonie!”. It made him stop dead in his tracks for a few seconds – his cheeks flushing bright pink once again - before he turned around in the chair. He tried to cover you up with his body and the chair; blocking you from the camera.

You raised an eyebrow because of his reaction. “I’m live on Vlive” He explained. As soon as the words had left his mouth you realized what you had just done. 

“Oh shit…  I didn’t know… s-o-o-rr-y” You stuttered. You took a deep breath before rambling: “I thought you wanted company or something like that. Sorry… Eh, you know what, I will just… I will just go now. See ya”

You left the room before Namjoon could stop you. He turned back around and was faced towards the computer and the camera once again. 

He tried to pull of the ‘just-friend’-card with you, but he was easily to see through. The comment section was blowing up. Some comments were stating that he wasn’t being truthful, and others were commenting on how cute you were.

Namjoon couldn’t help but have a stupid lovestruck grin on his face as he read the compliments his fans gave you. 

“She is one of the most amazing persons I have ever meet” He regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth, but he had now opened up the pandora box.

“She understand me on a whole other level; she actually wants to understand what I’m doing” – “I will introduce her to you another day, but I will have to go now before she talks the ears off the others” Namjoon said with a dumbfounded chuckle and ended the livestream.

[junionigiri]

and you say, stay Chapter 6 - What You’re Missing

Chapter summary: Secretary Uraraka goes out on a date.

Rating: T

Thanks to the Director, she sleeps a grand total of 4 hours that night. Seems that no matter what that guy does, she ends up sleep-deprived. If it’s not deadlines, it’s unwarranted marriage proposals, and if it’s neither of those it’s his weird words and his clueless stare and his warm jacket and his infinite mochis and the silly boop at her nose and the best first date she’s ever had.

Granted she doesn’t have another first date to compare this to, except for that one guy in high school who gave her the french fries that came with his burger. Maybe it’s too presumptuous for her to say that it’s the best date ever. But, Director Todoroki closed down MightyLand for a date! And let her ride Space World seven times!!! If another guy existed in the world who could bring her to a private date in an amusement park and then feed her five-star food under the stars please stand up.

Actually, it didn’t have to be as stellar as this one. Anybody else who isn’t her Demon Boss is welcome to make her feel as giddy as she does now. Ochako still hasn’t accepted that she can allow herself to feel this way for her demon-of-a-boss. It doesn’t stop her stupid mouth from smiling the entire night, though.

“Your owner is too much. He totally ruined all the other first dates for me,” she tells Her Very Own Victoria (Victoria II for short) sourly. “And you smell like him so it’s also your fault I couldn’t sleep!”

The doll smiles innocently.

“Humph! You’re lucky that you’re really cute and really soft,” she mutters, burying her face into the cat doll’s plush head for the umpteenth time. She’s so frickin’ fluffy and just the exact size for hugging. Ochako can forgive that she looks like the first cat she’s ever met who has managed to become the bane of her existence.

Mid-hug, she feels something within the doll. Something hollow with edges, hidden within Victoria II’s little jumper. Warily, she inspects the pocket and fishes out a pretty box tied with a ribbon.

A teardrop-shaped moonstone hanging from a delicate silver chain shimmers prettily when she opens the box. It’s nothing like the big or flashy white gold/diamond encrusted pieces the Director gave his previous girlfriends, but Ochako instantly likes it without question. It’s dainty and so, so pretty, glowing a shade of blue that’s just like moonlight.

But she keeps herself from becoming too excited. There’s no note, no labels, nothing. Director Todoroki didn’t mention that he had two gifts for her and there’s no reason why he’d buy her anything like this. Maybe he left it here by accident?

She could have waited to ask him when she visits his penthouse in an hour, but she’s impatient and it might be awkward to tell him he gave her the wrong gift in person. She takes a chance and sends him a casual SMS:

Uraraka Ochako (0455 AM) [image attached]

Uraraka Ochako (0456 AM): this was in Victoria II’s pocket (*✧×✧*)

Director Todoroki (0456 AM): Of course it is. I put it there.

Director Todoroki (0456 AM): Do you like it?

Ochako is surprised for a couple of reasons--one is that he’s up super early, and another is that what, it wasn’t a mistake! Why would the Director give her something like this after treating her to so many other things last night?

Well… it isn’t always easy to see the Director’s intentions, but Ochako has had a nine-year master’s class on that. The most obvious answer is what he said last night--that is, it is simply something to say goodbye, to show his appreciation. Some bosses are just that generous. She’ll happily ignore all the other weird, confusing, (heartracing) things he said and did in favor of that very reasonable explanation.

Uraraka Ochako (0457 AM): Of course, Director!

Uraraka Ochako (0457 AM): I mean, sure do! (=✪ᆽ✪=) Thank you, I really like it!

Uraraka Ochako (0458 AM): Oh, I’m also leaving for the penthouse in a while. Please wait for me.

Director Todoroki (0458 AM): I’ll be fine. You can come to work at seven.

Uraraka Ochako (0459 AM): Are you sure? I’m awake now, it’ll be easy for me to come to you to assist you.

Director Todoroki (0501 AM): I’m sure. Just be ready with our agenda when I get to work.

Director Todoroki (0501 AM): [image attached]

Director Todoroki (0502 AM): By the way, this Victoria is requiring you to wear that necklace today.

The image he sends her shows the living British Shorthair in all her irate glory. She’s loafed up over a futon and frowning enthusiastically at the camera as if she’s aware that the photo is meant for Ochako. She’d chortle at the ridiculousness of it, but then she sees the Director’s long pajama-clad legs and a portion of his bare torso in the background and suddenly her face feels ridiculously hot.

Stupid Director. Despite that she sends him another thank you message and takes another moment staring at the necklace. It’s so pretty over her fingers, is it really okay to just wear it?

She clasps the delicate chain around her neck and stares at the moonstone hanging near her collarbone. Oh no , it looks nice on her. She can wear this to work everyday, and judging by the angry cat’s grimace she really has to.

Well, orders are orders, she thinks coolly as she tries her darndest not to explode in a giddy mess while getting ready for work.

*

“Ochako-chan?” Mina asks with narrowed eyes as soon as she steps in the office at six thirty in the morning. “You’re late?”

Office hours begin at eight, but the staff of the Office of the Executive Director usually starts their day at six. For Ochako to appear thirty minutes late without the Director is terribly unusual, and immediately everyone’s glaring at her suspiciously.

“Sorry. Traffic. It happens,” Ochako answers, fighting not to avoid everyone’s eyes. “But it’s okay, the Director knows. You guys shouldn’t worry about him being in a bad mood or anything.”

“This is most alarming,” Iida murmurs with a concerned flash of his glasses. “This has only ever happened once in your nine year history with the company! And that was during the big earthquake 5 years ago!”

Kirishima shakes his head. “Nah, she was in the director’s mansion during that one so it doesn’t count. But there was that time when the trains shut down so you had to parkour your way across town to get to work! The Director went Demon-King Mode over that one.”

“Yeah, and then he bought you a car. And then you gave it to Shoji,” Monoma deadpans in sheer, palpable jealousy. “So what, the Director’s gonna buy you another car today? Can you at least drive it once before you give it away?”

Honestly, why does everyone remember every single thing about her work history? “He isn’t going to buy me another car, Monoma.”

“If he does, you lose and I get the car.”

Whatever. “Deal.”

Satisfied, Monoma twirls back to his work and the others follow. All except for Camie, who’s waiting for her at their reception desk outside of the Director’s room. The taller secretary greets her with a coy smile. “Ocha-babes, those stories were cray. Did he really buy you a car?”

Ochako laughs nervously. “Yeah… he didn’t want me to be late ever again, but I can’t just take a car , y’know?”

“Ya. I gotcha,” Camie says with a wink. “That fab necklace tho? Wouldn’t guess that was Directoroki’s style but it’s cute on you so I say, keep that one.”

“Wh-what? No, this isn’t from--”

Maybe the wide-eyed sputtering is more incriminating than anything because Camie’s smile is bordering on shit-eating. So much for her elaborate lie of ordering it online. In any case, it’s too late to defend herself when Director Todoroki himself arrives without warning.

They stand up and bow. “Good morning, Director Todoroki.”

Even though it’s another rare morning where Todoroki had to do all his morning rituals by himself and his tie is a little crooked, Ochako is surprised at just how dapper he looks in a suit and how his hair looks different when it’s styled for work. She wonders why she’s taken aback by him now when Director Todoroki being handsome isn’t really anything new--in fact, it’s a requirement, the product of her hard work on most days. Is it because she didn’t see him at the penthouse today?

There’s an extra split-second his eyes spend searching for the stone over her collarbone, and another for his mouth to quirk upwards in approval. And then she knows exactly why she feels so weird.

“Secretary Utsushimi, confirm our next meeting with Takami-san from the Chairman’s Office. We need to see them before noon today. Don’t take no for an answer.”

“Gotcha, Director.” Camie is on it in a flash, that knowing, dangerous smile never leaving her lips as she dials the number. Ochako tries her best not to shudder.

“Secretary Uraraka.”

“Yes, Director.” After years and years of serving him, that’s all she needs to know what she has to do next. Gathering the day’s schedule, priority documents, and urgent letters, she follows him into the office.

*

Three days pass by them in the usual whirlwind of meetings and gruelling office work. Thankfully Director Todoroki has stopped acting as strange as he did during their private goodbye party, and Ochako has been able to focus on her work as she usually does. With the art center opening looming closer and closer and the day of work they’ll lose tomorrow for the annual mandatory Company Day, lord knows they need it.

There’s lots to be done, but on that particular day, Ochako is working double-time. She even skips lunch in favor of munching on just a couple of strawberry chocolates while she drafted letters at the speed of light. By 5 PM she is 95% done, so it’s worth it.

She lets herself drink her second cup of coffee in the office pantry next to Camie when Mina wobbles in, tired as hell herself. “Move over, ladies. I need coffee and I need it now,” she slurs hoarsely.

“Gurl, here you go. Rest. Relax. Lubricate.” Camie pushes a freshly made cappuccino over to her, which the pink-haired girl takes gratefully.

“Thanks gurl! You the best! Endeavor Secretaries are like, a different breed of human, ” Mina says with a sigh. “I haven’t seen the two of you get up from your desks the entire day, how are you guys still alive? ”

“Nah, I was just trynna keep up with Ocha-babes. She’s like, in beast mode today.”

Ochako laughs awkwardly. “Sorry, Camie-chan! I told you you could take a break anytime. It’s just that I have to leave early today, so…”

Mina makes a blubbering noise over her coffee. “Oh gurl wait. Is that today!?”

Ochako beams. “Yep!”

Camie looks at them one after the other. “Uh. What’s today, fam? Are you winning the lottery or something?”

“No, ~duh~. Well, maybe that’s one way to put it? The Lottery of Love. ” Mina snorts. “Our dear angel secretary here is finally going on a date!”

“Oh. Worm.” Camie’s smile is both coy and intrigued. Ochako can almost hear her thoughts ( I thought you and Directoroki was bonin’, but okay ) but all she says is, “That’s lit, fam~get it, gurl, I’m rootin’ for ya~”

Ochako shakes her head. “Nah, it’s just a blind date. I don’t even know if we’re gonna get along, so...”

Suddenly more energized than the half-dead state she was in when she walked in, Mina vibrates in excitement. “Oh my god, Ochako--I know the guy, okay, and like, I won’t spoil anything but I’m super sure that the next time we talk about it is the two of you inviting us to your wedding. So you better not be late, because--”

A shattering noise interrupts them from behind.

“--Bakugou’s as impatient as the Demon-- aaaaah, Director, you’re bleeding, what happened?!?! ”

“Ah.” Director Todoroki was, for one reason or another, looming behind them and holding a designer cup from Hermes. Was. Now it’s just shards of 100,000 yen ceramic along with blood and steaming green tea, which he regards with cold nonchalance.

“I broke my cup,” he replies blankly.

Ochako is the first to jump to his aid. She zooms past the other girls so she can take all the broken pieces off his hand and examine all the cuts up close. “I can see that! Director, what were you thinking?! Be careful! Oh my gosh you’re really bleeding!”

There are exactly four cuts, the longest of which is less than 1 cm, nothing deep, nothing that can leave a scar. Good, good. The tea hasn’t burned his right hand, which is a miracle. “Director, you’ll be fine. We just need to disinfect this quickly. I’ll bring you to the infirmary right now.”

Out of nowhere, her hands feel warm. Not from the tea or anything, but from something intense starts to make her skin tingle. When she looks up, Director Todoroki is staring at the point of contact of their hands, his gaze unreadable.

“... sweet,” Camie mumbles behind them.

The moment breaks. Ochako (and judging from the chill behind her, Director Todoroki as well) glare at her, while Mina gives her a sharp, meaningful nudge to the ribs.

“The cappuccino, I mean. It’s super sweet. The power of stevia, amirite,” the other secretary explains, smiling away the pain at her side. “Ocha-babes, the infirmary’s too far away. You can take care of Directoroki in the office, right? We gots a first-aid kit there.”

Ochako doesn’t appreciate the way her eyebrows raise, but Director Todoroki does not seem opposed to the idea. She leads the way back into the office, pulls out the first-aid kit, and treats his wounds over his plush office sofa. “Director, I know you’re clumsy sometimes but how did this even happen?! Should we return this set of tea cups? They might be defective...”

“No, this was an accident. There’s absolutely. No. Problem,” the Director grits out. He seems annoyed for an entirely different unspoken reason, but if he isn’t going to say anything, Ochako isn’t going to pry.

A few gentle dabs of disinfectant and a few bandaids later, the Director’s hand is looking better. If he needs to be in a photoshoot within the next 24 hours she’ll just have to tell the photographer to hide his right hand somehow. “There. Good as new. Well… almost.”

Todoroki flexes his hand experimentally. “It is. You can get back to work now.”

“Oh, about that…” Ochako straightens up and tries to keep her face from being too excited. “I’m almost done for the day, Director. All I need is your signature for this letter here…”

She shows him the English-language letter she drafted for him earlier. He looks through it with a scowl, taking longer than usual to search for any errors. She’s confident that there are none, though, and it is almost begrudging how he picks up his fountain pen to scrawl the characters of his name at the bottom.

“Thank you, Director,” she says with a bow. “Now… since all my work is done, I wanted to ask if I can leave early.”

Todoroki regards her with another fresh, cold scowl. “All of it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen that report from General Affairs yet.”

“You gave that assignment to Secretary Utsushimi. But, Shinsou from General Affairs submitted it this morning. You already replied to them.”

Todoroki hums. “How about that meeting with the Belgium group?”

“Monoma-kun and I have sent you and all the other division heads the agenda,” she answers confidently. “You also replied to us already.”

“And the marketing report for--”

“--there are corrections to be done over at Chief Midoriya’s office. Asui-san is taking care of it.”

“... Victoria.”

She blinks. “She’s admitted overnight at Dr. Koda’s clinic for an executive check-up, isn’t she?”

Todoroki huffs. “... well. It seems that you’re truly done for the day.”

Ochako raises her eyebrows expectantly. “... so…”

He stares at her for a few, strange moments. She feels his eyes scan hers, and then the necklace around her neck. He obviously isn’t happy for some reason, but his mood shifts a little seeing the stone over her collarbone.

“All right,” he says. Ochako wonders if she imagined him mumbling, you win. “You are dismissed.”

Ochako smiles and bows as she leaves the office. “Thank you, Director. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Oh my god. I pulled it off. Feeling adequately victorious, she takes her phone out and sends someone a message. I’m on my way. See you in twenty minutes!

*

She makes it to the Dagobah Seaside Park in eighteen minutes. Normally she’d be wary to appear so eager, but Kirishima-kun and Mina-chan were pretty pushy about her not being late, so she rushed there as quickly as she could. She only had time to fix her hair a little as she stood near the bench where she’s supposed to meet her date. She fishes out her phone just to make sure that she hasn’t missed this guy, but then an abrasive voice calls out to her from behind.

“Oi.”

Turning swiftly, she looks to the source of the rasp. “Oh… Bakugou Katsuki-san?” she asks cautiously.

“Yeah. Who else?”

He’s got the most intense pair of red eyes she’s ever seen on a person, and the fluffiest blonde hair. The scowl on his face looks as angry as it does in all the photos that Kirishima has shown her. Even the rasp of his voice is exactly the same as it sounds in all his Youtube videos. It’s impossible for her to mistake the guy for anyone else, and he knows it.

“Yeah, who else?” she agrees with a laugh that she hopes doesn’t sound too uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you! I’m Uraraka Ochako.”

“I figured. You’re the only roundface in this shithole,” he says with a shrug.

“ Roundface?! ” she repeats, after an affronted pause.

“Yeah.” Bakugou has no reservations at all to peer in closer to her face, as if examining an alien life form. “Shit. I thought Shitty-Hair was shittin’ me when he showed me that picture of you stuffing your face with beef ribs. I didn’t think anyone’s face would be this round. What the fuck. You’re like a fuckin’ hamster.”

“Hahaha, oookay.” Ochako steps back away from his fingers which definitely has ill intentions against her cheeks. “Well, I dunno what to tell you, I was born with ‘em. How about you, were you born with Pomeranian fur on your head?”

She definitely doesn’t want to be rude, but he’s managed to say so many curse words and vague insults within the first five seconds of meeting her, and it’s weird.

Bakugou scowls at first, which she expected, but then he laughs--a rough, barking sound. “Damn, talking shit off the bat? To me?! I underestimated you, cheeks, you’re tougher than you look.”

Ochako scrunches up her face. “Not used to it?”

“Nah.” Bakugou smirks. “That means you can keep up with me. Let’s go. Wasting fuckin’ daylight here.”

Ochako follows him along the boardwalk and into a small, hip restaurant at the beachfront. Kirishima must have told him about her fear of fire, because he tells her that he would have brought her to this grill he liked that served ‘good spicy shit on skewers.’ He assures her however that ‘this dump isn’t that bad and there’s no fire.’

“Oi, Soysauce-Face! Get us a table,” Bakugou barks as soon as they step in the establishment.

A tall, plain guy whom he addressed as ‘Soysauce-Face’ turns to him with an exasperated look that turns into a smile when he sees Ochako cowering behind her handbag. “Oi, Bakugou! Date night, huh? I didn’t think you had the balls to go through with it.”

”Go die,” Bakugou grumbles. He doesn’t even wait for the guy to take them to their seats and just picks the nicest booth with a view of the ocean, tossing out the little reserved signage on it without remorse. Meanwhile the guy, whose name is Sero according to his nameplate, follows her with a menu.

“So… Uraraka, huh?” Sero grins after she introduces herself. “You’re Kirishima’s friend from the office. Well, it’s been ten minutes and you haven’t run away screaming from Bakugou yet, so I guess it means the date’s going well.”

“Shut up, Soy Boy,” Bakugou grumbles. “Get us some fuckin’ ramen already. Roundface is starving.”

So, from the first few moments of the date, Ochako can already pick out things about Bakugou that definitely leave much to be desired. The most obvious of them is his potty mouth and his staunch refusal to call anyone by their actual names. Even though ‘Roundface’ and ‘Angelface’ are better than the names he called his friends (apart from the rude names he called Kirishima and Sero, he called Mina ‘Raccoon-Eyes,’ and there were two others in the group called ‘Pikashit’ and ‘Ears’), it’s definitely putting a damper on the entire dating experience.

Okay, so that’s the biggest problem with Bakugou. The other things, she admits, might just be her being picky. Like Bakugou ordering for them without asking her what she liked. Bakugou scowling at everything. Bakugou’s tendency to scream when he’s calling for Sero’s attention. Bakugou picking a place that’s super crowded and not at all private and intimate. Bakugou only being kinda tall but not really that tall, unlike Director Todoroki--

--He drapes his coat around her easily. He’s much taller than her and has wider shoulders, so naturally she’s--

Wait, Ochako thinks in alarm, Where did that come from?

“Oi. What’s eatin’ you, Cheeks?” he grumbles as she literally shakes her head free of any invasive thoughts about the Director.

“Nothing,” she laughs awkwardly. “Just that, um, this ramen’s really spicy, huh?”

“Hah? That shit is not spicy.” To demonstrate his point, he dumps another handful of ghost peppers in his. “Mine’s better. Try it.”

Ochako rolls her eyes. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in getting hemorrhoids.”

“Roundface, what the fuck. Don’t talk about that kinda shit in front of food.”

Okay, so maybe she’s just picky. If she ignores all those things, this date is actually pretty fun. Despite all the profanities, Bakugou is an interesting person to talk to. He has a lot of stories as extreme investigative journalists tend to have, but to her surprise he asks her things about herself and almost seems (begrudgingly) interested. Ochako can’t imagine why--she’s just an average secretary of some hotshot executive downtown--but somehow she’s telling him about her interest in astrophysics and judo classes at the Gunhead Dojo, and suddenly she seems pretty interesting herself.

“Huh. And here I thought you were some fragile chick,” he says with a smirk. “You know you gotta prove it now, right? On our second date, we should try to beat each other’s asses or something.”

“You got weird kinks, mister,” she says with a playful look of disgust.

“What, you gonna say no?”

“Well… you look like you could use a good ass-kicking. Let me think about it.”

He laughs gruffly again, and is it weird how comfortable she feels? He doesn’t seem to mind when she acts like herself.

And he really is handsome, the way bad boys are handsome--rough, headstrong, the exact polar opposite of the quiet, refined grace that Director Todo--

“Seriously cheeks, if you got hemorrhoids I’ll take your ass to a CVS or something.”

Ochako puffs her cheeks. Dammit, she’s finally spending time with a guy who isn’t the Director, she has to be better than this! “Let’s stop talking about hemorrhoids. Don’t talk about that kinda shit in front of food.”

Bakugou grins. “Weirdo. What kinda office lady talks like that?”

… It’ll take a lot of getting used to, but she guesses that the two of them can get along, after all.

Oh, although there is another thing to be concerned about--all the looks they’re getting in the restaurant. She should have expected this since she is with Bakugou Katsuki, the infamous independent journalist who’s known for exposing corruption and organized crime and living to scream about it. She’s still surprised when the first set of fans come up to their table asking for an autograph, though.

“B-Bakugou Katsuki-san?” a timid college kid asks, shaking in his boots. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I’m a big fan of Ground Zero , and that expose you did on Detnerat Corp was--”

He clicks his tongue. “Piss off, nerd. Go die.”

“Bakugou-kun!”

“What?”

Ochako is about to defend the poor fan, who is shaking even more in his boots. But then the kid bows, looking happier than a lark. “Th… thank you for the words, Bakushinchi! Oh my god, dude, did you see that? Bakugou-fuckin’-Katsuki cussed me out like I’m trash!!! Did you get it on video?!”

Dumbfounded, Ochako watches as the fan gushes about the experience to his other friends. She looks at Bakugou oddly. “Okay, that was weird.”

“Tch. Yeah. All fuckin’ nerds is the same.” He dumps his chopsticks on the table, followed by a few crisp bills from his wallet. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Ochako doesn’t argue. It’s about time they left anyway--has it really been three hours since they started talking? Sero waves at them with a smile that’s all too exasperated as they leave his restaurant.

They move on to a cafe that’s definitely quieter and less crowded than Sero’s. There are very few people giving them interested looks, but no-one looks like they’re going to bother them. Ochako gets a giant strawberry parfait while Bakugou frowns at her over his espresso.

“Tch. You’re gonna get diabetes,” the irate blonde grumbles.

“I’ll live,” she says with a happy sigh. “Gosh, strawberries are the best. And look how pretty it is! You don’t know…”

With the taste of strawberries lingering in her mouth, she follows him... Flowers of all colors surround their feet, glowing ethereally under the moonlight. The city below, the stars above. It’s a beautiful night.

“... what you’re missing,” she finishes lamely. Suddenly, the parfait doesn’t taste that good anymore, and she only has Director Todoroki in her mind. As she has intermittently, for most of the night.

She sucks at dates, doesn't she.

“I’ll live,” he says with a scowl. “Anyways, you told me that you had something to ask me.”

Oh, right. Her lackluster dating history aside, there’s another important reason why she agreed to this blind date at all--the fact that Bakugou Katsuki is a brilliant investigator.

Suddenly pensive, Ochako puts her dessert spoon down and takes a deep breath for courage. “Right. Um, so I know that we just met and I shouldn’t ask any big favors, but--”

Bakugou clicks his tongue so sharply he could have cut her bangs. “Just spit it out, Pink-Cheeks!”

“Okay, geez.” Again, Ochako takes a deep breath. It isn’t easy telling anybody this, because the hazy memories have an alarming tendency to make her hands shake. “There’s an incident that I’ve been trying to get information on, but over the years I’ve come up empty. Since you’re good at this stuff, I wonder if you can help me find it. Oh, but it might be impossible--”

“Unless you’re makin’ shit up, I’ll get that, no problem. What, you think I can’t? ” With an insulted grunt, he says, “What incident are you talkin’ about?”

“I’m not making it up,” she says, although there’s a tiny sliver of doubt at the center of her heart. Who knows how much of that did or didn’t happen when her memories are so bad? “There used to be a neighborhood near MightyLand in the nineties that’s demolished now. Back in 1995, a fire broke out from one of the houses there.”

“... a fire, huh.”

Ochako nods. “A big one, too. I… don’t remember why, but I was sure it was... arson. I’ve looked for articles about arson or accidental fires or anything at all in that year, but apart from records of Endeavor buying out that land years later, there’s nothing that comes out.”

She had considered that no-one would care about fires in a neighborhood filled with poor people, but it’s frustrating that there’s absolutely zero evidence of it happening.

Bakugou, unexpectedly, has her rapt attention. “Endeavor bought out that land, huh.”

“Yes,” she answers carefully. “But years after that incident. From what I know, they eventually gave that land to the Might Group, which they used to expand the amusement park. It’s all legitimate.”

He rubs his stubbled chin thoughtfully. “Ya got a clue about the people in that fire?”

Ochako is hesitant to say anything about that. But she relents, “I’m sure there was… a woman there. And a boy. Probably five years old at the time. Um, I’m not sure about the others.”

“Huh.” The interested glint in the blonde’s eyes intensifies like ember. “Were they mother and son?”

“Um.” Come to think of it, even if her instincts told her they were mother and son, suddenly she’s not so sure. She can’t even remember what they looked like anymore. “I… don’t remember--I mean, I don’t know who they are, so it’s hard to tell.”

“So I take it you didn’t check for records on kidnapping or anything like that.”

“... no.”

She can hear his thoughts racing a mile a minute. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get you that story, Roundface. Fuckin’ easy.”

She exhales in relief. “Thanks so much! It’s been on my mind for so long, it’s driving me crazy.”

It’s also a relief for her that Bakugou doesn’t ask her any questions as to why she’s interested in the incident, although that’s a little strange in itself. Either he’s figured out things on his own, or he expects to know as the investigation goes on. But if he asked, she’s going to give him an honest answer. Anything, as long as she gets some clarity after twenty-four years of wondering.

“... oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t even offer you any compensation or anything.”

Bakugou shrugs. “Ain’t interested in your dirty corporation money. But there is somethin’ you can do for me.”

She should have known. The mischievous smile on his face and the menacing twitch of his hand going for her face is all bad news. “You are not pinching my cheeks on the first date, Bakugou Katsuki.”

“No?” he snickers. “Newsflash, Angelface. I do whatever the fuck I want.”

*

Outside that particular cafe, Hagakure Tooru, the overworked secretary of Marketing Division Chief Midoriya Izuku, is grumbling all the way home. “Tsuyu-chan, I’m so tired! How have we lasted in Marketing for this long?!”

Tsuyu makes a sound that sounds exactly like a frog’s croak. It’s a weird mannerism that gets her a lot of weird looks, but Tooru reckons that all brilliant people had weird mannerisms and that’s probably the price to pay. Anyways, Tsuyu-chan is cute when she does it. “It’s super tough, Tooru-chan, but we get by. Besides, Midoriya-chan is a good boss who always knows what to do, so that makes it a lot easier.”

“Oof… he’s good all right. Too good,” Tooru huffs in exasperation. “I mess up at least once a day! And he’s always so nice about it. Sometimes I wish he’d just tell me off, y’know? I’m starting to get embarrassed!”

Tsuyu chuckles. “Just keep doing your best, Tooru-chan.”

“I aaam! But I know he’d like a secretary like Ochako-chan. Too bad that she’s the demon Director’s--”

Oh, speak of the devil?? Or, the angel, in this case. “Isn’t that Ochako-chan in that cafe over there?!”

On a table near the glass windows of a trendy cafe, Uraraka Ochako sits across a blonde guy with nice arm muscles. She seems to be smiling at him. “Oh. You’re right, ribbit. ”

“And on a date?!”

Tsuyu nods. “It’s nice that she finally has some free time since she’s resigning. Anyways, we should…”

Click.

Tsuyu looks at her with wide, unbelieving eyes. “Did you just take a picture of her and her date?”

“Uh, yeah?? I mean, look at how sweet they are! That guy’s touching her face so tenderly~”

“I wouldn’t call that touching,” the green-haired girl comments, pointing to the picture. The blonde guy’s obviously pinching her cheeks like dough. “And I think you should delete that photo. We should respect their privacy.”

She chuckles as she presses send. “Too late~! I’ve sent it to our group chat with Ochako-chan! Aw, Tsuyu-chan, don’t look so worried, I promise that this is just for the three of us!”

Tsuyu croaks. “That would be okay… except you sent it to Midoriya-chan, ribbit .”

Tooru does a double take on her phone screen. Oh, shit! “Wait, I can delete this--” she cries, just as a little checkmark at the bottom of the photo appears with the word read. “Oh noooooo! Not again!”

“Ribbit,” Tsuyu sighs in exasperation.

*

At around the same time, Shouto is drinking with Midoriya at his penthouse. They have their usual glasses of whisky between them. Sato comes by with a plate of zarusoba for him and katsudon for his green-haired friend. Shoji comes back from Dr. Koda’s to tell him that Victoria is doing splendidly. It’s a pleasant, stress free night and there’s absolutely nothing in Shouto’s mind that’s bothering him.

“You’re awfully relaxed,” Midoriya observes with a curious smile.

He sips his whiskey with sheer ease. “I am. All our projects are going along well, and Victoria’s healthy. Why wouldn’t I be relaxed?”

He laughs. “Uraraka-san’s blind date’s going on right now, isn’t it? I’d have thought you’d be, um, curious about it by now.”

“Why would you assume that?”

A muscle visibly twitches under Midoriya’s eye. “Well, you know, ‘cause you’ve been so dead set on wooing her so she’d marry you? And you made me do all those crazy things to help you? Not that I’m complaining about how crazy stressful it was or anything, but…”

Shouto cuts him off with a look of nonchalance. “Even so, I’m not worried about Secretary Uraraka going out on a single date with an unremarkable person. Objectively speaking, there’s no way that an ordinary person will interest her after our date.”

“Well, you may be right. But she wants ordinary, so I mean, I’d be a little worried.”

Midoriya is always expecting the worst. Shouto, however, is completely confident in this one. No ordinary man can do all the ordinary things she wants the way Shouto did them for her. “This date will end earlier than either of them planned. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, okay.” Midoriya’s phone vibrates on the table at that exact moment. He makes a surprised sound as he sees the screen. “Oh. Secretary Hagakure sent me a picture… huh, hottie alert, three bomb emojis…?”

“... you allow your secretary to speak to you that way?” Shouto asks, genuinely curious.

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “N… no, she must have sent this by accident again. I mean, it’s fine, one time she sent me a video of Kirishima-kun doing push-ups at the helipad at Endeavor Tower… oh wait, I shouldn’t have told you that--”

Shouto shows him a face that just does not care, and Midoriya’s relieved for that. “Anyway, just gimme a sec to delete this… wait. This is Uraraka-san and--”

Shouto watches all the blood drain from Midoriya’s face, which happens in an impressive span of 0.75 milliseconds. “Is this… Kacchan?! ”

Shouto takes the phone from Midoriya’s grasp before either of them realize it. On the screen, Secretary Uraraka sits at a nondescript cafe. She’s wearing the same outfit she wore in his office hours ago, with the moonstone gleaming blue over her pale collarbone.

Across from her, an ordinary blonde man--no, an ordinary blonde punk --is reaching over and pinching her cheeks. The guy is smiling. Uraraka’s got an uncomfortable grimace that can easily be mistaken as a smile.

What the hell is this.

“T… Todoroki-kun, my phone, you’re destroying my phone--” Midoriya pleads from somewhere next to him.

How dare this… whatever the hell this guy is. Pinching his secretary’s cheeks familiarly and making her uncomfortable. Unforgivable. “What the hell is a Kacchan?”

Midoriya yelps as the world rumbles around him. “Th-that’s a guy I knew from childhood! Kacchan--I mean, Bakugou-kun… he’s that reporter who does those exposes! Remember, he did that one about Detnerat a couple years back?”

Ah, that one. He and his team exposed that the company used their technology to spy on their consumers for all sorts of delicate data. They were involved in a lot of unsavory things--organized crime, graft, bribery, cults. It was big news that led to their downfall and indirectly helped Endeavor Inc. prosper. Shouto thought it was impressive before, but now...

“That is not an ordinary man. Why would Uraraka be with him?”

Now, he feels threatened. Another person is out to get someone that belongs to him . And for once, he isn’t sure about the outcome.

“I… I don’t know,” Midoriya yelps. “Wh… where are you going, Todoroki-kun?”

Before he realizes it, the quiet Shouji and the alarmed Midoriya are chasing him as he’s on the way out of the door. He clicks his tongue and rushes out of the penthouse in irritated silence.

*

Ochako massages her cheeks in irritation. “You really went overboard there, Bakugou-kun,” she grumbles.

He sneers at her. “Your fuckin’ fault for having marshmallow cheeks.”

Bakugou doesn’t have a car, just a motorbike. He offered to take Ochako home on it, but it’s too scary. If she got in an accident, she wouldn’t be able to participate in Company Day, and Director Todoroki wouldn’t be happy about his office starting the games with a big disadvantage.

They’re waiting for the Uber to come pick her up. Bakugou clicks his tongue in distaste. “Tch. That icyhot bastard. Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes told me all about how he got you dangling on a string.”

She laughs lightly. “No, he’s not as bad as it sounds.”

He scowls. “Yeah he is. I get it if you’re just a chickenshit who’s scared to die on a motorbike, but you don’t wanna ride with me ‘cause you’re afraid of disappointing that half-and-half for fuckin’ Company Day. Your shitty boss has got you fuckin’ whipped .”

That almost sounds like a valid point. Puffing her cheeks in annoyance, she mumbles, “I’m also scared that you’ll kill us both. Don’t get me wrong.”

“Whatever.” Bakugou mindlessly fishes out a cigarette from his pocket. “That Uber’s taking his time. I’m gonna give that bastard a piece of--”

When the lighter comes out of his pocket, Ochako’s heart stops. She watches, frozen, as his thumb grazes the wheel of the lighter, threatening to form sparks. The fire’s already starting in her head even before it does in reality. She wants to stop him, but all she can manage is a squeak.

He hears her frightened noise and looks at her with alarmed red eyes. “Shit, I forgot.” He raises both his hands in the air. “I’m not lighting anything up, okay, calm your--”

It happens very fast: one moment Bakugou is talking, the next a hand decorated with bandaids appears out of nowhere and shoves him right in the face. He manages a swear word in before he attacks the person by pulling on his tie and swinging a fist.

The fist misses--barely. The other person steps backward, fist drawn back and mismatched eyes absolutely livid. Ochako finally processes what’s going on.

“Director Todoroki?!”

True enough, Todoroki Shouto is there on the sidewalk, eyes glowing and aura so threatening she swears she sees a mountain of ice looming behind him. He’s got a hand on Bakugou’s collar, while Bakugou has one hand on his. They both burn with obvious murderous intent.

“Half-and-half bastard!” Bakugou grits out, struggling against his grasp. “The fuck was that for?! You wanna die?!”

With a cold, cold voice, Todoroki answers, “You were about to send my secretary into a panic attack. I merely did what I had to do.”

She knew about the Director’s temper intimately. He’s calm like a bomb hiding in the lull of the ocean--cold, controlled, and terrifying in that way. But this… this is different. It only lasted for a few seconds when his hand landed over Bakugou, but Ochako saw it: unfiltered, uncontrollable rage.

For a moment, Ochako thought she was looking at Todoroki Enji.

Her instincts scream at her to stop him before it’s too late. “Director, I’m fine! Please don’t hurt him!”

“Tch, who’s hurting who? I’ll kick his ass!”

Thankfully, despite Bakugou’s rant, the Director listens to her and lets Bakugou go. The frightening chill in his eyes gradually ebbs, slowly, slowly. It takes a few moments before it’s completely gone, leaving a mildly confused look in his eyes that tells her he isn’t sure how he got there either.

“Secretary Uraraka--”

“--Kacchan! Todoroki-kun! Stop!!!”

Chief Midoriya comes running out from a car somewhere, followed by an alarmed Shouji. Ochako is left wondering what a Kacchan is, until she sees how the blonde’s face sours instantly.

“Shit, here we go,” Bakugou mutters, rubbing his face violently with one hand.

“Ohmygod I was so worried that both of you were hurt I didn’t know what was going on Kacchan I swear but we found out you were with Uraraka-san by accident and Todoroki-kun got worried and I swear I tried to stop him but--”

Ochako can hardly process a single word Chief Midoriya is saying. The other men are also starting to appear pretty overwhelmed about the word vomit accompanied by an onslaught of tears. Bakugou, in particular, is beginning to tick like a dynamite about to blow.

“--and if you were going to fight in the street Shouji-kun and I were ready to punch you guys just so you calm down but I’m glad you didn’t and--”

“Shut the fuck up, shitty Deku!”

This time, Bakugou launches himself toward the murmuring Chief, who gasps and flinches away. Luckily, the stoic Shouji successfully separates the two of them. Amidst the curses of the angry blonde, he turns questioningly to Director Todoroki. “Sir.”

The Director merely shakes his head. “We’re done. Secretary Uraraka, you’re coming with me.”

Before she can stop him, the Director’s grip is already on her wrist and she’s being dragged to his car. “Wait, Director--”

“Oi, asshole.” Bakugou’s stare is dark and unforgiving when he regards Todoroki again. “You think you can just walk away from me after trying to beat the shit outta me? I can charge you for assault, y’know.”

Director Todoroki gives him a look that’s just as dark. “Are you threatening me? Is this the part where you’re going to blackmail me for money?”

“Don’t insult me,” he growls. “Fuckin’ rich boy, you think throwing your dirty money around makes your problems go away? You think people can be bought and treated like property?”

He’s staring at the point where Todoroki’s got a hold on Ochako’s wrist. The Director notices and pulls Ochako even closer to him, far from Bakugou’s reach.

Midoriya turns to Bakugou. “Kacchan… please. Director Todoroki isn’t going to do it again,” he whispers fearfully.

Bakugou rubs his face with his hand. “Shut up, Deku. I’m not gonna ruin your shitty boss. But remember that I can if I want to.” He doesn’t hide the look of disgust in his eyes seeing Ochako behind the Director, but he still calls out to her as if he wasn’t there: “Uraraka, I’ll call you. I’m outta here.”

“A… all right, Bakugou-kun. Thank you,” she manages to say as he leaves, even when her wrist starts to feel like it’s freezing.

There’s a look in Bakugou’s eyes that tells her that he plans to come back for her soon. For her not to worry, he’ll get her out of there too, because suddenly he needs to do it for her. It doesn’t last long, though, as he shoves his helmet on and rides off on his motorcycle, not looking back once.

Todoroki Shouto’s grip on her suddenly feels like a ball and chain. As they walk to his car, he doesn’t let her go.

[bts5sosempire]

BTS Reaction: small short s/o

A/n: this one took me longer to finished.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin doesn't know what is funnier to him, you trying to reach the top of the cabinet or the way you are struggling to keep your toes hoisting you up. He saw how your face scrunches up and the way you bit your lower lip in frustration.

You let out a loud huff as you were annoyed. You weren't that short, maybe just an inch or two shorter than the average height, but you are there in the 5 feet zone!

Turning your face away, you saw out of the corner of your eyes there was Jin there with amusement written all over his face as he tries not to laugh. You motion a hand for him to come over and he walks over to you and his height tower over your form. Jin grabs the bottle of honey and salt you were trying so desperately to get. He looks down and there was little happiness twinkling in your eyes.

“Thank you, Jin!” You shouted before accepting the salt and honey from him before scurrying away to the table to prep the meat. But you came back and tell him to lower himself so you can give them a kiss before running back.

Jin giggles to himself. He can see the little imaginary tail wagging behind you proudly.

Min Yoongi:

You and Yoongi were walking down the crowded street of Saitama. Both of your eyes spot a black bear mascot, with two rosy cheeks and its little white eyes with black pupils. “Are you seeing what I'm seeing?” You ask Yoongi and look at him out of the corner of your eyes with a wide grin. Yoongi tug on your hand and you both quicken your steps to get to the bear Kumamon.

There were children with their parents as they were taking pictures. You excitedly stood next to Yoongi as your excitement was skyrocketing. Yoongi doesn't know if seeing you acting like a kid ever made him this happy, and he is because he is in the same boat as you. You both practically love Kumamon and literally bonded over it.

It took a moment for the children to clear out and you both walk over to Kumamon and the photographer told you both to smile and took a few pictures. The photographer handed the photos to you and Yoongi. But there was something that made laugh. “You look so small, it's cute.” He pointed out the height. You were almost at the equal height of the bear, but a tab bit taller. “I'm keeping this one.”

He stuffs it in his pocket and hands you the other photo for you to keep.

Jung Hoseok:

Every single time Hoseok sees you, he hugs and kisses you. You fit like in the center of his palm, and he would like to say that today is just one of those days. Hoseok saw you all wrapped up in a bundle like a newborn prop on the couch as your laptop lay on your lap and watch K-Dramas.

Your glasses keep falling off on your nose bridge and you keep pushing it back up. Hoseok ran to you with his high pitch squeal and glomp you on the couch. He put your laptop aside and start rocking you back and forth in his arms. “You look like a baby,” he breathlessly said, “so small and cute!”

“Are you teasing me because I'm smaller than Jimin?” You look innocently at Hoseok who grab your face and puff out your cheeks and lips.

“No you are cuter than him,” Hoseok squeezes the living life out of you. “You are my Little Riceball.”

“Riceball?” You ask him with a pout and a frown, “Do I look round to you?” This made Hoseok tells you to stay still and accept his love and affection, while he kept calling you ‘Little Riceball’.

Kim Namjoon:

Life couldn't get anymore greater for you. Your short self had decided to climb the shelf that is full of snacks and different kind of flavors. You manage to bring down a whole shelf with you. Luckily you didn't get hurt.

“(Name) which one do you-” Namjoon appeared out of the corner and saw you gasp at him, “-would go with the…bulgogi.”

You can see the disappointment on his face as you try to help the employee picking up all the snacks from the ground as two other male employees put the shelf back. “Namjoon this isn't what it looks like!” You suddenly stand up and three bags of chips fell from your arms. You hurriedly put the snacks on the shelf and apologize to the employees endlessly before running to Namjoon who looks like he is ready to scold you.

“You could've told me to help you to get the snacks.” He told you like it was the most obvious thing in the world, with a deadpanned look.

“But you were like four aisles away! And I didn't think that...this would happen, oh well.” He smacks your head with a pack of meat and you look at the ground in guilt.

“At least your shorty self is okay,” Namjoon looks at the employees and made a slight bow and apologizes for your behavior. “Let's go,” he drags you along. “And I'm not mad at you also.”

Park Jimin:

Your height made Jimin more protective of you at all time. Anywhere you are, he was there silently watching…and listening. You had decided to visit him and everyone was practicing for the upcoming comeback. As soon as the dance choreography told everyone to take a short break, Jimin came flying at you at top speed like a jet.

“My second Mochi!” His overly affectionate self consumed you as you fall onto the side of the couch. Jimin likes to stick to you like glue. He was always happy to see you and there's no doubt that he'll let you leave his arms.

“Jimin…” Muffling out his name, he let's go of you and his big smile on his face never disappear. You turn away from him and hand him a water bottle with three containers that were stack on top one another, and another one.

“Is all of this for me?” He happily asks you and you nodded at him. Jimin didn't waste time to open up the containers and the food wafts in the air. “You should eat too, so you'll grow,” He teases and gives you a piece of the food and you accept it with a glare and a shy blush adorned your face.

“I smell food, did (Name) noona made it?” A loud Jungkook asks while there were thunderous footsteps of many coming yours and Jimin's ways. All Jimin can do is trying to shoo them away pointlessly as they all start grabbing food from the containers and you laugh at his reaction.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung had come to visit you and see a little kid no older than seven open the door for him. “Who are you?”

“I'm (Name)'s boyfriend.”

“I didn't know that Little Auntie had a boyfriend? Auntie (Name) your boyfriend is here!” Your nephew shouted so loud that three other kids pop out from the kitchen. Your nephew that open the door ran off to inform you.

Taehyung walks inside and saw it was havoc.

“Kwangmin, Kamjoo, and Solyong!” With a loud voice, there was loud laughter.

“Auntie your boyfriend is here!”

“Hoseon I told you about not to open door to people and strangers without telling me first,” you scold the boy and emerge from the kitchen. Your hair was quite dishelved and disarray like your clothes.

Taehyung saw you carry another kid on your back as the baby slept through all the commotions.

“Oh hi Taehyung,” greeting your boyfriend, Solyong, your niece came to grab your hand.

“Auntie, after you're done the cooking, can you play as little fairy queen again?”

“Why? You can ask Kwangmin to be the fairy king this time.” Solyong shook her head.

“No, you fit the small height of being the fairy queen. Plus you're small like us.”

Taehyung can't help it but grin at you who sigh in defeat and told her you'll play with her when you're done with the cooking and put little baby Nayoung to sleep properly. Taehyung saw you glare at him as you can read his mind, and he can't help it but comment it.

“Little Fairy Queen.” He giggles.

Jeon Jungkook:

Each time you jump, Jungkook jumps too. You were getting tired as he was teasing your height. He often pats your head and uses you like a little armchair. “Is my little (Name) getting mad?” He teases out with such a mocking voice that you want to punch that smile of his off his face.

“Jungkook I'm serious, give me back my floppy disc, I need it for work.” You were getting angry at his little smug attitude. Sometimes he takes the short joke too far that you won't be sorry for him anymore if you decide to do a roundhouse kick at him.

“What is so important that you won't even spend time with me little shorty?” Jungkook put the floppy disc in his back pocket.

“I swear to all the gods of all the religions that I won't be sorry if you don't give it back to me, I need it for work and my deadline is coming very soon.” With a glare, Jungkook doesn't look phased at all, and he is underestimating you to take him down.

“Nope.” Jungkook pops out the ‘p’ and this set you off.

You grab his arm forcefully over your shoulder and you turn your back and throw him over with all your strength. Just because you're small that doesn't mean you can't handle someone bigger than you.

Jungkook let out a groan and you squat down and flip him over into his stomach and grab out the disc from his pocket jean. “I told you so.” With a victory grin, you walk off happily and go back to finishing your work.

Jungkook lay on the ground and thinks for a moment.

“Holy shit she's strong.” He wheezes out. He can confirm that you are a Bong-soon in disguise.

[miyiee]

〆WHEN TEA SPILLS  ⑈ ☕

**            **(Job a cafe’)   Prologue: (Wholesome-story, this story took place in youth.)

      Written by Miyie 〴☕

** **(1/4)   <Also I would like to say, before I began, this was actually a real dream I had. Written in behalf of this sweet dream AHH!~>

Welcome,   Welcome  To our cafe’   ! “What would you like?” ** ** A cup of tea, Made with the finest  Honey and herbs You could ever imagine Dear reader,  I am very sorry,  but my hands are very tired :/ Please if you could do me a favor,  Add a pinch of brown sugar in my cup of tea And help me with my next request,  the next after that one too. Request for brown sugar Yes              /             No “HEY! I SAID BROWN SUGAR, WHY’D YOU GIVE ME WHITE SUGAR? ARE YOU BLIND?” Sorry about that- But- Thank you for helping though…  Now, may you now add three tree leaves in? Request: Three Leaves Yes              /             No Thank you…  wait- did you just say no?  “Do you wanna die?” “Try to be nicer to your customers, Misami.” “Alright, finee!” Now, I have one more final request  Please, add the ingredient ‘DNA’ into the drink before I go... Request: DNA  Yes              /             No Thank you for donating to our cafe.  Have a nice day..  A ring of bells follows as you walk out the door.

She was dreaming again. Standing in the middle of absolute darkness, not even a hint of light or colors to be seen in sight. It was a world without substance. A world of nothingness. No value. Then, she would awoke, realizing she was in a dream. A dream where time was stagnating and moving slowly, where the reality was blurred, vivid perhaps. Where everything seems endless and hopeful. There was nothing to do.. And so.. She waited…. And waited. And waited. And waited. And then…. The girl finally heard it.   It was the sound of someone laughing in the corner, along with a girl, fainted at first, but then it had started to become gradually louder and louder, approaching the box. Then, both the boy and the girl had already disappeared.  Please… make it stop….she pleaded. The rest of the day, continued in silence, this wasn’t anything new. During the restless and chatter-filled classroom, “Hey?! Did you hear?!”a student spoke. “IKR!”, another one answered. “HA! Gay!”, another one followed. “Boomer.”, then another. “Tch…”,she ignored all the commotion around her. And… during lectures, did as she was told, all she did was jot down notes she was able to hear. She didn’t speak with anyone. She didn’t speak a single word. She was completely quiet. No one approached her, thus helped her in need, therefore she felt she didn’t need to care for anyone else. This was nothing new.  “What a lonesome experience.” After class, she quietly heads outside. Then, she started to walk, again, picking up pace…. Hey, Hey!? Did you know? 10 minutes down from this street. With a single turn to your left, passed the 4th lamppost. She, her feet lead her down this familiar path that awaits her everyday, dragging her body, but- the place that she was heading to was a place most people would never necessarily notice at first glance. It was… what was.. A place that had calmed me.. A place where I was supposed to be able to breathe, It was.. A place where I could forget everything. No, it was just a cafe, a small cafe, nested in between a flower shop and apparently what was now an abandoned building, far up, above, in the mountains.  The quiet chime of the bell echoed faintly as I stepped inside. A gentle sounding piano piece that played from the speakers. The familiar aroma of cocoa that awaited walted throughout the warm atmosphere of the room.  Aside from him, there were only a few customers in the cafe, all of them, immersed in their own little bubble of silence. One was reading a book. The last one, calmingly taking sips of his tea. This cafe was always encased in a comforting stillness and young peace. This was what I’ve always loved about this place. It’s warm here, you know?  At the front desk, she asked for the same, usual. A tall glass of herbal tea, please!, she said. The cashier would always smile at her, the same caring smile that was her offerings everyday as she just took her order, walking away. Then, she would always take the same seat, by the window, alone, staring at the clock just above the wall, watching its arms move in a steady rhyme. Afterwards, she would take a book out from her bag, the same old one from the library, opening to where she has left off from. Little by little as the time passed by, with a quick glance back at the wall again what had told her that “2 hours had already passed”. Outside, the sky has now dimmed. The bells that started to distance as another customer entered and left. But- with the soft melody of the music still hummed quietly and faintly. Uneaten bits of the cake, left untouched. The remains of the warm tea had already turned cold. After a few more minutes of stalling around there, she turned to look at the window, yet again. “It was time to go,” the clock spoke to her.

One luminary clock against the sky, proclaimed that time was neither wrong nor right. I have looked down the saddest city lane. Out and back in rain.  I have outwalked the furthest city light. But- I have been one acquainted with the night.

Of course, she didn’t want to.  But- it can’t be helped.  From that cafe, she began to walk home, strolls tooks more time, this time, it took up to 20 minutes. That’s when she finally arrived at the foot of her apartment, from walking all those steps up, quietly opening her door, then she slipped inside. Not even bothering saying the words, “I’m home,”it was pointless, she didn’t need to... because after all, who would answer back? At, that night, she had slept, she had the same dream again. Whenever she woke up,  her head started to throb painfully. In the mornings, she went to class. In the afternoons, she stopped by the library. After classes, she goes to that cafe again. And, when night appeared, she walked home. Slepted. She woke up by the mornings, its universe she hated. It was the universe she once loved. Sighing, the only thing that greeted her was silence. The house was empty, just like how it had always been. She quickly made toast and took a milk carton from the fridge before changing into her uniform. It took her a few minutes before she found herself at the doorstep of her house. And with that, she left. Then, the cycle repeats all again. Months passed, just like this. It was a never ending loop, tiring. Then, she thought to herself, time will only tell. That, these people will never change. Nothing changed. Nothing will. 

“Well, would you like it too?”

“I..-I… I don’t know.” 

Then, one day… .it happened. On monday. Classes were over, done for the day. She headed to the cafe. She ordered the usual, she noticed a new face behind the cashier. 

She offered a mandatory smile, “Welcome to the cafe!”  

“Ah, How--Annoying.”, she thought.

[2/4]

Chapter 1:Crush ?

The next day….  And it’s still as busy as ever… 

You begin to sigh again…

Ding-Ding Ding! 

You heard the bell say….

When does this job ever pay more? You thought. 

Why do I have to keep up with such nosy customers?

Why can’t Misami just fill out for me instead?

“Oh well… I guess it can’t be helped.”

But… something seems a bit off today. Nobody was around, not even customers, usually it’s pretty busy here. well that’s what I thought..

I turned around… and there was suddenly someone standing there…

Smirking at me….

It only took me a quick second to analyze the person... 

There was a boy wearing a hat, a gakuran with gold buttons with a long white sleeved western shirt underneath the red hems, black shoes, red socks.  2 white hakujoudai, one with pink and another with blue markings. His left cheek had a white seal with the word ``seal”. A very short boy with choppy black hair with giant amber eyes glaring back at mines. 

“What-, wait- you’re real?” 

“OW, what was that for Miyie, you know we’ve been working here for years already together..is something wrong?”

“Uh- no nothing at all. Please, do me a favor and slap me.”

The boy’s smile grew wider… into a smirk …

“Oh, of course, I will...and I can...do more than that..”

It took me a while to process this.. By what he meant until I realized..

“Oh wait, I forgot you’re that one perverted spirit that lurks around in the girl’s bathroom!”

I hadn’t realized I said that out loud….until he started to sulk. 

“Goodbye.”, he said. 

“Pfffft, haha!” 

“NO WAIT, ITZ A JOKE, YES, JUST A JOKE! COME BACK, IT’S LONELY HERE:C. PLUS YOU’RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!” 

“Where’-”

“AH- ITS MIYIE!”, another person, identical to the first came charging at me like a bull. 

Confused, I asked, “Which world is this one?” 

 “She asked us to slap her :/ Miyie’s acting weird today.” 

...

I resumed reading my book, 

Until, I realized something, something oddly wrong 

‘Wait, where did they both go?’ 

Outside the cafe’ it was rainy. 

But I didn’t care, I ran, 

Far until my legs could not stop.

It was growing late, 

I was tired…. Too tired to stand even. 

That I didn’t even realize they were right in front of me 

“It’s alright.” , they both spoke.

As you were embraced into warm arms…

“Ah- how warm.”

“Shhh,  let’s just wait.”, he smiled at Amane.

pat* pat* pat* 

“Dere, dere, little black cat.”. 

‘Sleep… for as long as you like, as long as it’s 

In our arms :)”

5 seconds later-

“What the hell, Miyie?!?!  Were you dozing off again?” 

I heard my manager called me..

“Oh, it was just a dream after all,” I sighed.

Then you

 looked down, 

And saw Ichigo-mochi sitting on the table in front of you...

As your face grew into a wide smile.

“How did you know?”

you mumbled.

(NOTE: Ichigo-mochi is Miyie’s favorite food)

(Just the other day)

“Miyie-chan!”, Misami yelled across the room. 

“?” 

Misami ran over and hugged you as if she were still a child instead of being older than you.. 

“Ah- what has gotten you so happy all of a sudden?” :/

 “Hmmm?!, she smirked. 

“?”

“Oh- my, MeiMei you really don’t know?”

“Know what?!?!”

You were about to ask but Misami’s smirk really made you uncomfortable. 

“Well, who was that one anime crush you had?” 

“Pffft!, No one, of course, you know I’m not into aliens.” 

“Lies! I know you like Hanako-kun! You’ve been fantasizing about it all day long!”

“NO, I do not!” 

“You do!” 

“NO!”

“YES!”

“But he isn’t even real! I wish.”, I cried. 

“You better buy me strawberry, daifuku mochi after this!”

Chapter 2: Good Morning!

 “scoop 

a

cat 

up

from

the

ground.”

place it on a plate

and put it in your mouth

I don't know why,

but somehow that sign 

has made it there.

Hello, good morning!-

How are you today?⑇

“Hmm… you’re tired you say? Well, I donut care! Get to work right this instant!”

:( 

….Okay fin.”

Today, apparently, one of the machines broke and I was to fix them…

well, … I was assigned to…. :C

And that boy, Amane

There was one part to him though...as my assistant and as a person...

For the past few days, I've spent in class with him,

  I realize that Amane is incredibly intelligent.   At least, that's what I thought at first.

   In class, he could answer any question,  despite not paying attention.  

He's always in a daze.   

His strongest points are math and chemistry, and his weakest, apparently, 

is cleaning.  

 One afternoon,  I noticed him staring at the closet, at the back of the room for ten minutes straight, not moving. 

When I concluded he wouldn't move,  I asked him what was wrong. With a confused look on his face, 

 he responded with.

“..Which one of these is a broom?"   

He's...  He's an idiot.  

And not only that,  

he's a pain in the ass.  

 He is insensitive, as he always points out the flaws in others.

but… I owe him.

...

“Hey, Miyie! Look at my fish?!?”

“Where did you get that from?”

“I picked it from the trash can right outside!”, he exclaimed,

Even….. smiling, Like a dumb child, still.

“HA! Pfft.”

“What?”, he asked, confused and innocent.

Then.. it had struck me, that he had once said,

 he really wanted a fish, 

A real one.

:(, was what he responded.

“Hey, look... I’m sorry, we could always get another one for you.” I said, with a faint smile. 

Hmm….sigh

This really brings me back…

I remembered that one day

The week went by quick 

It was Friday and classes were over

By the time I was finished cleaning up,  

Amane had already disappeared.

It was surprising but, I only knew his first name

My gaze, still glued to his empty seat 

“Maybe I should ask?” 

“No, I shouldn’t.”

“Wait, should I?” 

NO!,It doesn’t matter, I shook my head..

With a sigh, I began to leave the classroom and headed the journey home.

People called on me in class, 

And I was often picked on before…

But now.. Nobody really bothers me anymore 

And although I hate to admit it, 

It’s because of Amane

 Almost as if he’s my aegis 

But, what can I say?,

One would be considered 

Idiotic if they weren’t afraid of him

I just finished clearing up 

11:55 pm , the clock read.

Well, it’s getting late, it’s about closing time now.. 

‘Goodbye, have a goodnight.”, my manager waved at me. 

I watched as she walked away…

Not even a few seconds later...

“Oh… great it’s raining outside :( “

I reached for my umbrella but I grabbed nothing, 

“.., wait, I forgot to bring my umbrella today!”

Once more, I sighed… 

Taking a seat at a near bench under the building, 

And waited, 

And waited. 

And waited, 

For time to pass until the rain cleared up...

Without realizing,  I drifted into sleep, Under the rain.

Only a few minutes have passed...

“PSssst!” 

“PsssSt!”

Suddenly I woke up. 

“Oh….?”

I didn’t understand why, 

But the boy just hugged me…

“Let’s just stay like this…..for now...”

I could feel my face starting to redden …. “Umm… uh-, I supposed it-’ll be fi-fine, 

fine then.”  I managed to speak those last few words...

“What do you want to do, wait?”

“Right, now….I don’t feel like doing anything.” 

“It sure is raining, huh?” 

“Yes, just like that time, many, many years ago, 

Remember?”

“Yeah, little cat.”

“Tch, Stop with that nickname, already.”

“But why, does this feel as if I had heard 

those words somewhere before?”

[3/4]

Chapter 3: Stranger A  student, my senior walked me home today-that very day… But no he did not take me home, He invited me, tricked me by excusing me into prepping for our project He really insisted, I couldn’t help it. Dropping me off at a local cafe’ shop. Instead, by the time, we have gotten there, He left there, with the words...instructing me   “Don’t ask any questions, wait, and sit in the seat nearest to the far end.” Without any questions, And I obey. A very wrong thing to say to an inpatient and curious person, My patience is starting to wear thin. I heard a single string of bell chime vibrated, When a short, matted blacked hair and big amber eyes in his first appearance, he wore an identical gakuran uniform and hat to Amane, purposefully matching his clothes. After this, his outfit changes to a Shosei-styled uniform. Wearing a white Western shirt with a black kimono, a grey hakama, black shoes, and red ankle-height socks. He wears a hat, similar but void of any emblem. No words, No hello, No sorry, Absolutely Nothing. Then, his lips curl into a wide smile. “Ah- I see, that student must have been your assistant, you knew you could never reach me, so you went this way of approach, interesting.?” My lips curved into a wide smile. A creepy one, returning it. But, he doesn’t seem like the type to mind. Instead, he kept grinning at me. “Good Evening, Mistress Mei.” “How did you know my name?”, I asked. He doesn’t reply to my questions, He simply just smiles. “Who are you and what do you want?” I paused…:.”.....is  it about Amane?” “Correct, you catch on quick, Miyie.” “I want to know why you had decided to talk to him.” “Because I happen to sit next to him?” “Why?” “Why would you care?” “Because you’re Miyie. I quiet girl, Dealing with everything alone, An unstable mind You’re someone who Prefers to be alone and not bothering And a person like Amane is certainly a person you’ll avoid, But you didn’t.” Uncomfortable... “Awe- how cute.”. He remarked. “Tch! This is really embarrassing ._.  So what do you want from me?” “Well, it is true, Amane is certainly strange. And, you’re right, I don’t like people. But it's not like I can ignore him. I try to but he just pops out of nowhere.” “I only ask you this because I care for him.” As he said those words, his eyes became so dull all of a sudden. 7:30 pm “Do be careful, little cat.” He spoked, in a serious tone. Again with that same nickname! “That boy can lead you to bad things.” I leave, And I don’t look back, to this day.

[4/4]

Chapter 4: Latte “You’re not as bad as they state you are.” Miyie sat there, staring down her cup of latte Watching it smoothly swirl as she stirred it. The two marshmallows refused to go with the flow, And eventually got dunked into the latte “Ah, Isn’t that how life is?” Once you’re not like the others, You cease to exist in their sight. “Ah- I remembered now, There was once a boy, Who changed his future, And said, “I’m not going anywhere.” I took a sip of the latte. While waiting... The bell chime rang “MOrning!”, I blamed. “Hello! Welcome!” “What would you like to order?” “....Latte PLEASE!” Finishing up, my last resort... Break Time! “Why, Why are you doing this to me?” She spoke to herself… “Ah- MIYIE!” “Oh-.”,  he gestured for me to be quiet... Jumped on me like a child .just as always I knew, I saw, from a distance, My manager, and she did not seem happy About us. “Ah--Aman- “ “NO, not Amane, look a bit closer.” Aware of this, he pulled me into a closet Both shut inside. Embarrassed, my head in the crook of his neck. Not willing to look up.. “I am just concerned why you would be hiding with me in a closet that’s all.” “Wow, Miyie, you’re so cruel, ah- how cold,” he pouted. “What are you-,” my words were muffled by his hands. “Aww, why are you with Amane and not me?” as he playfully hugs you, pouting. “That is because you are always with Sak-” “ Miyie, are you avoiding me?” he interupts, his gaze shifting over to you creepily. “Wh-What- N-No,” you hastily declined, but before you could prove your point,   “Well-” suddenly, you hear the door creak, revealing Amane outside of the closet. The person I tried to avoid.. “I finally found you, Miyie.” “Why are you stuck inside the closet with Tsukasa?”, as he gave you a menacing look. This time, both of them spoke at the same time, a huge grin coming from the both of them. “I can treat you much better ᔖ❤” …: As they dragged me out of the shop. “Where are we going?”, I asked. “Anywhere, come, I am going to take you to a place of a lifetime.." ... “Oh…, you ask for my name? Do you really want to know me that badly?”, he laughed. I paused, I nodded. “Amane, Amane ..Yugi.” This time, this time, we both spoke at the same time. “Nice to meet you! :3” “Hey…. let’s go somewhere, somewhere.. Far away.. From this place, alright?”

[Thanks for reading, n’ dropping by haha!] ^^ --Miyie

[bapdaydreams]

Jongup: Prince AU

A/N: So, we are on the final two instalments of my Prince AU series. So, the second last one is none other than Moon Jongup. Even without the Pince AU, Jongup is my prince haha *cringe* I’ll take myself out. Anyway, enjoy!

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Prologue

Yongguk

Himchan

Daehyun

Youngjae

Junhong

You feel a little flustered as you stand there under the gaze of the princes. They all had an intimidating air about them and it made you a little nervous. It was making your palms a little sweaty. But one pair of eyes is looking elsewhere. You recognise the little beauty mark on the bridge of his nose and you remember his duel earlier today.

You also remember that he was the only one who hadn’t introduced himself to you. You must have started at him for a while because Daehyun speaks up.

“You want to pick Jongup?”

You jump at his voice and then you feel your face heat up for being so obvious. But, Jongup finally looks at you. His eyes are sharp and when he looks at you, it almost felt like he was examining you like you were an experiment. It makes a chill run down your spine and you have to hold back the need to hide behind someone.

“Jongup it is!” your mum says loudly and you want to glare at her but you don’t.

Jongup quietly steps forward and bows at you. You nervously bow back and before you know it, your mother announces that the two of you are to have dinner together. And you are sure that your mother literally squeals like an excited teen and practically pushes the two of you in the small dining room.

And now you find yourself feeling awkwardly sitting opposite to Jongup as the two of you quietly eat your dinner.

He must have felt that you were feeling the awkwardness so he puts his cutlery down and looks at you. You freeze up but then his face breaks out in a bright smile, his eyes turning into little crescent moons and revels his bunny teeth. You feel her breathing catch in your throat as you let out a gasp.

That smile was not what you expected from Jongup who had such an intimidating aura about him.

You manage to smile back at him.

“I’m Jongup, by the way”, he says as he shyly looks away.

“I realised I didn’t actually introduce myself”, he says, looking at the floor.

You can’t help but think he was cute as you laugh before introducing yourself to him.

“You have a pretty name”, he says and it makes you blush.

But as he realises what he just said, he too feels a blush creep on his cheeks. The two of you end up falling into silence and being awkward again. You shyly look up just as Jongup looks up too and when your eyes meet his, the two of you can’t help but laugh as the tension melts away.

With the tension gone, you feel more at ease but the intimidating aura around Jongup doesn’t change. He is still quiet and speaks very little as you talk to him about small things like your interests. He listens to you in interest and somehow you find it comforting as you pour over your frustrations about picking a husband.

“I can’t believe they are doing this to me. Can’t they just get me a puppy or something?” you say and Jongup laughs.

His laugh makes your heart skip a beat and you can’t help but smile at the sound of his laughter.

“But a puppy is hard work”, he says.

“Yeah, so is a man”, you say and he raises a brow at you.

“I can’t argue, all the other princes are such hard work”

“Oh?”

He somehow talks for hours about the rest of the princes and how they all seem to enjoy picking on him. You found it so amusing and listen to him quietly. It felt like he was putting his guard down but as the night comes to an end, Jongup is back to being quiet.

You internally sigh as he walks you to your room.

“I enjoyed dinner”, you say with a smile.

He nods and returns your smile before leaving you for the night. You sigh out loud before collapsing on your bed.

That night you toss and turn in bed as you keep on thinking about Jongup. You know you are being stupid, you had only met him today but there was something about him that was interesting. Somehow you drift off to sleep. When you wake up, you hope it was all a bad dream but as you open your door to go have breakfast before going to your lessons, you see Jongup, who had his hand hanging in the air as if he was about to knock on your door.

“Jongup?”

He shyly pulls his hand away and scratches the back of his neck. You can’t help but find him cute again.

“I was told to spend the day with you”, he says simply and his intimidating aura is back.

You nod and before you know it you are spending the day doing what you normally do while Jongup follows you like a shadow. He doesn’t say anything so sometimes you forget he is even there.

When lunch comes around the two of you are led to the garden where a small picnic is set up. The two of you quietly end up having lunch as you just enjoy the sunshine and his company while he has his nose in a book.

“The sun feels great”, Jongup comments and you agree.

The small talk flows slowly but surely and it’s comfortable just to be next to him and you enjoy it.

This becomes a routine. You wake up, get ready, meet up with Jongup, have breakfast, go to your lessons, have lunch, go to more lessons, have dinner and then Jongup would walk you to your room before he left you for the night.

A few days later, while having lunch in the garden with Jongup again, the rest of the princes join you. The normal quiet lunch becomes loud and cheerful. Daehyun and Youngjae bicker, Himchan is making sure everyone has plenty of food; Yongguk is quietly enjoying the weather, and Jongup and Junhong are playing with Mochi.

You can’t help but think of Jongup was cute as he made silly noises at Mochi. You want to laugh but you think it’s rude. Lunch comes to an end and Yongguk asks you to let Jongup off for the rest of the day and promises to return him for dinner. You agree and go to the rest of your lessons and once you finish your lesson, you go out to find Jongup. You had guessed he was probably on the training grounds so you walk there.

You weren’t wrong though, you see Jongup holding his training sword, patting and sweating as he fights Daehyun.

“Come on Jongup!” Junhong cheers and you find yourself saying the same thing in your head.

The two carry on duelling as you watch in amazement. Daehyun was so good and you admired him for his skills but Jongup was so graceful while sword fighting. You already knew this from the first time you had seem him. It truly looked like he was dancing around Daehyun. He has the same smirk on his face from the first time too and you can’t help but stare.

“He is good”

You look to your side to see Yongguk.

“He is”, you agree.

“Jongup works hard for his skills because he isn’t a natural like Daehyun and Junhong”, Yongguk says.

“He is something else”, you say.

The two of you watch quietly and soon Daehyun has disarmed Jongup. Jongup groans and practically collapses on the ground.

“You did great, Jongup”, Daehyun says and offers Jongup his hand.

Jongup grabs it and Daehyun pulls him up. Junghong is pouting at Jongup’s loss. Jongup just pats the tall boy on the head with a smile.

“We should train harder”, Jongup says and Junhong nods in agreement.

“Jongup, you are free to go now!” Yongguk announces and he gives Yongguk a nod.

As he is talking to Junhong about when they should train together, you see Daehyun come behind Jongup and for a second you think you are seeing things, but Daehyun does indeed bite Jongup’s shoulder. You see Jongup just sigh as Junhong tries to get rid of Daehyun. Himchan is next to ruffle Jongup’s hair and Youngjae is yelling at them.

You realise that Jongup really did think his prince friends were trouble and hard work. Eventually Youngjae manages to take Daehyun off of Jongup and while Himchan laughs Junhong hugs Jongup tightly and protectively.

“Let Jongup go, the princess is waiting”, Yongguk says.

The rest of the princes slowly back off from Jongup, Junhong is the last one to hesitantly let go of Jongup.

Jongup walks up to you and Yongguk. He bows a little at you and you bow back with a smile.

“You did well, Jongup”, Yongguk says and Jongup gives Yongguk a salute.

Yongguk smiles and tickles Jongup. Jongup jumps away from Yongguk’s touch and pouts. Then Yongguk pinches his cheek.

“You are too cute”, Yongguk says and pats him on the shoulder before leaving the two of you.

You really find his little tender moments with the rest of the princes endearing. You find him cuter and less intimidating. The two of you exchange greetings and he asks you how the rest of your lessons went and the two of you just talk about random things as the two of you have dinner.

You realise that these days, it was more relaxed between the two of you and he was becoming more open to you. It was nice.

As the week with Jongup came to an end, you were told to go to the ballroom for some dancing lessons. You sigh. You were tired from everything else you had to focus on for the week and on your final day with Jongup, you were told you had an extra lesson. Jongup hadn’t met you this morning so you had dragged yourself around the castle going through your lessons alone. You also realised that Jongup by your side had become something of a habit. You missed him.

But when you walk into the ballroom, you gasp.

Jongup is in the middle of the beautiful ballroom, being illuminated by the sun. He looked absolutely beautiful. He was facing the side as he slowly moved, gracefully to nothing but his own soft humming. You were mesmerised by the way he moved.

You stare at him as he slowly twirls in the middle of the ballroom. He was absolutely gorgeous.

He eventually stops his movements and faces you. He smiles at you and bows. You smile back and bow back at him.

“I hope it was ok to request for you at this time”, he says.

“You requested for me?” you ask in surprise.

He nods and offers you his hand. You take it. His hand is warm against yours and it feels comforting.

“I wanted to do something different for our last day”, he says as he leads you to the middle of the ballroom.

“I hope it’s ok to have this dance, princess”, he says.

“It’s a little late to ask, isn’t it?” you ask with a smile.

“Indeed”, he says as he raises the hand he was holding in the air next to the two of you and then takes your other hand and rests it on his shoulder.

He then takes his free hand and holds the small of your back with it and before you know it Jongup is leading you to a simple dance. You can hear soft piano music playing and you wonder where it’s coming from.

“You are really good at this”, you say and he smiles at you.

“You really are something else”, you say.

“Oh really?”

You nod.

“At first I found you intimidating and I thought you were avoiding me”, you admit and he frowns.

You laugh.

“I realise that that’s not really who you are”, you say.

“If I’m being honest, I did try to avoid you at the start…I didn’t know what to say or how to approach this because when I came here I had no intentions of trying to court you”, he admits.

“That is interesting”, you say.

“But things change”, he says.

“What changed?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Feelings”, he says simple and before you can ask anymore, he is twirling you and then lowers you into a dip.

You laugh a little at his sudden movements and you are really impressed by how well he is keeping up with the music. He pulls you closer to him so you are pressed right against him. You feel his heart beat pounding and you smile as your own heart was pounding.

But without any words, you understood what he was saying. You smile at him and squeeze his hand and he smiles back at you. You can feel his breath against your face and you want to be close to him, just like this. He is still staring down at you and his eyes are warm which are different from when you first met him.

Silently as always, Jongup leans down to you and you tilt your head as his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and warm. It fits perfectly against yours. The two of you have stopped dancing and his hands wrap around your hips and pulls you closer while your hands wraps around his shoulders.

The piano has stopped playing and you hear someone cheering. Your kiss with Jongup comes to an abrupt end as Jongup pulls away and glares at the source of the cheering. You look up at the little balcony area and finally spot the rest of the princes. Himchan was sitting in front of the piano so you guessed he was the source of the music. Junhong and Daehyun were the ones cheering loudly while Youngjae is trying to get them to shut up as Yongguk and Himchan just quietly watch with smiles on their faces.

Jongup sighs.

“Men are hard work”

“You should have befriended puppies instead”

[toukenra]

I actually have a weather request too. XD It's been a strangely hot October, the heat has been near unbearable and the Saniwa thought, since they were done with work early, they could bring some cold water to everyone. Reactions from Mutsu, Tomoegata, Hasebe, and Kenshin pretty please~! ❣️

Honestly, (I feel like absolute trash. AHAHAHAHAHA~~) I’m so sorry for being so inactive guys! It’s been such a trying month. Due to the colleges going on strike for more than a month–I had to play catch up with my school work (I had to write 5 tests in a week once I returned from being away. Right now I’m almost more than half way through the course load. I also really want to keep my 90 average so I can qualify for free tuition next semester).

I’m really sorry again for being gone for so long. I’m honestly surprised I have not yet had a mental break down. Also, I might/might not be online in the next few days because I am starting to have symptoms of a cold and sore throat (It was -15 the other day–and being the idiot that I was–I left my house not dressed for the weather to get to work).

I’m so sorry to Mod Panacke! I’m supposed to be the older one but I have been so busy and inactive, I feel like I have let you down! So sorry! 

Enough of me rambling about life. I have finally (finally) made time to write and hopefully I’ll be able to tackle another request today. 

Underneath the Cut for being too Lengthy. Please do enjoy.

-Mod Catharia.

MUTSUNOMKAMI YOSHIYUKI

“Mutsu-san, why don’t you take a moment to rest!”

“ARUJI!”

He immediately perked up and made his way over as soon as he heard your voice

…Even if it was 50 meters away from where you were standing

PUPPY MUTSUTM  U・ᴥ・U  

You pat his shoulder as he engulfed you in a big hug, not particularly minding that his clothes had a few spots where dirt had been smeared from working in the fields

You gently give Izuminokami and Kashuu a small wave as they slowly make their way over, looking  a bit annoyed that Mutsunokami was easily able to establish skinship with you

You slowly bend down to the tray you had placed on the ground prior to calling the group over

A rather large plate of Onigiri and Mochi was perched on the tray as well as three cups of freshly brewed tea was staring your charges in the face before you choose to spoke up

“I’m sure you must be tired from working in the fields. Why not have a small snack?”

“Thanks Aruji!”

If you have not seen Katsugeki then you should have an idea about how happy this sword would be when eating….

And a bigger grin would be plastered on his face if Aruji decided to keep him and a few others company

Can you imagine Kashuu stuffing his face with food, looking slightly sullen as you served Mutsu more food. LOL

You spending time with them no matter how busy your schedule says a lot and that you care for their well being

After snacks, the group would pick up on where they left off work, returning to the field as you cleaned up

“Thanks Aru–” Kashuu started but was immediately interrupted by the energetic Uchigatana beside him

“Thanks for the snacks, Aruji!!” Mutsunokami yelled from the field

“You’re very welcome!” You laugh while waving away at the group as you make your way to the kitchens to bring the dirty dishes

In your peripheral sight, you can see the two swords from the Shinsengumi surrounding their unsuspecting comrade before placing him in a chokehold

“A-ah! Hey! What’s going on!?”

“You’re acting too close to Aruji!”

“We couldn’t even have a conversation with Master because you kept talking even with your mouth full!”

“It’s both your own fault you didn’t speak up!!”

“Why you-!?”

“I won’t let you monopolize Aruji!!”

TOMOEGATA NAGINATA

You yawned openly and slumped over your desk, not caring about the papers that begun to crumple underneath

To hell with your supervisor for sending you all this work…They can wait! After they made you wait for supplies last month!

You eventually turn your head and noticed Tomoe who had been assigned as your secretary that day and was working on various documents

For a few minutes, you noticed the taller man looking a little tired than usual and it made you slightly worry…

It was quite hot that day and you have not seen the Naginata even take a sip of water since he had started working hours ago.

Also, He’s been rubbing at his eyes since the past hour…

He’s probably feeling sluggish because of the heat as well…

You silently checked your schedule and noticed that you didn’t have a vacant spot but still decided that a break was in order

Surely, Tomoe must be tired and hungry at this point

Silently, you got up and walked over to the nearby table that housed a pitcher of water and a single glass

Usually, you were the only one working in the office and that explained why there was only one cup

You immediately poured a good amount and made your way over to Tomoe, gently placing the glassware in front of him

“I think you should take a break for a little bit Tomoe…” You begin and push the glass towards him. “I haven’t seen you drink anything and it’s pretty hot out.”

“T-there’s no need Master…” The bespectacled man mumbled as you returned your desk to open a drawer which was filled with some prepackaged snacks.

“Catch!” You toss the older man a pack of Pocky before opening a pack for yourself and settling back behind your desk. “Take a break Tomoe…I don’t want you getting a headache and a heatstroke. No buts!”

“T-thank you Aruji.” You smiled softly as you returned to your work for a few minutes and at the same time having a few ocassional bites of your own food

After an hour or so, you finally look up and see Tomoe’s head lowered on the desk and you assumed that the poor man had fallen asleep …not that you would blame him

The Naginata had always been a bit stubborn like Hasebe but he was a good individual who tried his best to serve you

Standing up, you walk over to the mounted fan and made sure that the breeze reached the sleeping man before resuming your work

HESHIKIRI HASEBE

First of all, What makes you think he’ll let you serve him?

More than half the inhabitants of the Citadel had stripped down into a plain white shirt or otherwise had remained shirtless

…And because of that, you had decided to just stay in your office since it was quite…for lack of a better word, dangerous…

The only sword that remained dressed appropriately–like in his full battle outfit even with the sweltering heat–was Hasebe

You were low-key a bit disappointed that the Uchigatana remained fully clothed…Hey, a girl can dream…Right?

The two of you were working in comfortable silence and had shared a pitcher of water while sitting across each other

Occasionally, the brunette would take sips of water, conscious of the amount he was drinking in front of you

You, on the other hand, could care less…If you were given the chance, you probably would have hiked up your skirt well above the appropriate length

At some point, you had gotten so sluggish that you reached for the nearest filled glass and gulped it’s contents without a second thought

You didn’t even notice the Uchigatana’s wide eyes until you placed the now empty glass down

You blink at Hasebe covering half his mouth with his face burning

“Hasebe, Are you alright?”

“…A-Aruji…The glass.”

“Huh?”

“T-That was my glass…”

Ignore the Caption But I’m pretty sure he would have a breakdown because of you

A second passed and you could feel embarrassment creeping into the cracks of your soul and you immediately covered your face

You had actually drank from Hasebe’s glass…which is equal to indirectly kissing him….indirect or no, you still kissed him…

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’ll grab you a different glass-!” You get up abruptly and Hasebe tried to calm you down.

“No,no…It’s alright, Aruj–” The warrior was interrupted when the pitcher of water accidentally toppled to the side and it’s contents spilled over you secretary.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, Hasebe!”

You were about to take out your handkerchief when you realized that the water had made his undershirt see through…

You could not pry your gaze off the man as he slipped off his button down shirt and you could barely hear his voice as he spoke

Who could blame you?? It’s so rare to see Heshikiri Hasebe half dressed…These are the moments that you live for anyway…

“E-erhm…Aruji…”

You finally snapped out of your thoughts and scrambled to go get Hasebe a towel from the cupboard, too embarrassed to face him

“I’m sorry! I’ll be back Hasebe!”

Instead of you giving him a glass of water, you basically gave him a refreshing shower in your office…

It seemed that YOU needed that glass of water instead…Cough* Thirsty ArujiTM

…Never mind the wet documents since you got to some delicious eye-candy anyway. YUM.

KENSHIN KAGEMITSU

The young boy was seated in one of the rooms facing the courtyard, watching a few of his fellow Tantous playing

You gently walked over and placed a glass of water beside the sword, making sure not to startle him

“What are you doing here by yourself?” You smile in a friendly manner

“Ah, Master.” The blue-haired Tantou looked up at you before you bent down on your knees. “I’m just cooling down after training.”

“Hmm…Would you mind if I keep you company then?” A small nod from the boy was all you needed before settling on the seat beside him while taking a bag of pretzels, hidden in your belt. “Here, have a snack. You must be tired.”

“Are you sure, Aruji?” The blue-haired sword asked hesitantly before you placed the small packet into his hands.

“Mhm. Go right ahead.”

“E-erm…Alright, J-just a bit. then” The Tantou smiled faintly as he gratefully opened the small bag while reaching for the glass of water, tilting his head towards you in a small bow. “Thank you.”

For a few moments, you and the small warrior remained quiet as you watched a few others were passing along the scenery, occasionally having you and Kenshin a wave.

“Did you finish all your work, Aruji?” Your little companion inquired as you took out the fan you had tucked into your obi

“Yes. I was just making my rounds but it’s just too hot to be walking around.” You sighed as you began to fan yourself gently nudged the Tantou to move closer to you.

“Come closer, Kenshin…so I can fan you as well.” You pat the space between you two before Kenshin moved almost hesitantly

You almost laugh as the sword leaned much closer once he felt the breeze from your fan

He’s such a cute kid and he always tries his best…Surely, if brought up properly he could be as charming as Azuki Nagamitsu….

Unknowingly, you had started patting the Tantou’s head gently, lost in your own thoughts as you continued to fan the both of you

A few more minutes pass until, the two of you finally began to feel a little more drowsy than usual-blame it on the heat–and fell asleep

It was only when Shokudaikiri Mitsutada and Koryuu Kagemitsu passed by, noticing the two of you sleeping rather precariously in the open

Once the two of you were woken up, be prepared to be lectured a bit by the Citadel’s resident cook for being to carefree

[tarot-tatas]

A Time Like This

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Look,

I'm on a study break and it's my own shark week. This shit hurts and my gf isn't here to comfort me because that's what I turn into when this happens - a whiny piss baby who needs princess time and cries about everything.

Makoto woke up on a Monday morning at her usual time of 6am. Criminals wouldn’t stop themselves, after all. 

She sat up, stretched and rubbed her eyes, expecting to see a familiar lump next to her in the bed. Normally, the lump would be stationary, probably snoring, but today wasn't the case. The lump was there, no doubt, but it was wriggling slowly. "Ann?" Makoto leaned over and gently pulled back the bed sheet with two fingers, expecting to see the calm sleeping face of her girlfriend. But she saw discomfort and pain instead. "Makoo~" Ann whined softly with her eyes shut and hands wrapped around herself. Makoto's blood turned cold and her heart dropped, going 'splat' into her stomach. "A-Ann, love, what's wrong?" Makoto asked gently, moving a blonde strand of hair away from her lover's face while knowing the answer to her question already.

Ann opened her eyes, watery and blue, and gazed at Makoto as if she was about to have the living daylights beaten out of her. "It's my time." Makoto's face whitened as moved closer to place a soft kiss on Ann's temple. "I'm sorry about that, will you call in sick from work?" Ann nodded and reached around to take Makoto's Buchimaru-kun pillow to hug tightly. "Do you want me to tell the others that you can't make it to lunch?" Makoto softened her voice more and stroked Ann's cheek with the back of her fingers. "Mmm...yes pwease..." Ann's weak reply instantly put Makoto on edge. The calm before the storm. "Would...would you like anything else?" Makoto was very careful with her words, knowing how easy it was for anyone to swing moods during a time like this. "Ice cream..." Makoto furrowed her brow and scratched the back of her head, feeling the little knots that had formed during her sleep. "It's a bit early for that, plus we both know that green tea is better to have that ice cream during th-" Ann's head snapped back to look at Makoto with a deadly glare. Makoto gulped, "Ann, you'll feel a lot better when you have tea - you know this." The blonde puffed out her cheeks and pulled the entire bed sheets to herself, leaving Makoto exposed in her Buchimaru-Kun pyjamas. "Ann," Makoto sighed and moved closer, but a hand struck out and jabbed Makoto by the cheek away. Ann huffed and curled up like a hedgehog, and Makoto sighed, swinging her legs off the bed. "Ann, please listen to me." Another huff. Makoto sat up and got dressed. "Would you like an appointment with Dr. Takemi?" Another huff. "Well what is it you want?" Makoto herself huffed at Ann while throwing open her cupboard door and pulling out her uniform. It was already 6:25am. "I can't understand huffs," she added, and was only met by a throaty groan. "You're a dog now?" Another short groan. Makoto rested her head against the mirror inside her cupboard. Shutting her eyes, she counted back from five to one. "Ann, I need to go to work. Is there anything you want while I am out?" "Ice cream," a proper mumble of a response. Makoto threw on her blue shirt and buttoned it up to the top. "There's ice cream in the fridge that you want to eat already, so I can't bring anymore home." Ann shot up and gave Makoto another scowl. "Why are you such a bitch?!" She snapped, her hands gripping the covers so tightly her knuckles were lightening in colour. "I'm not! You want ice cream, as silly as that is, and it's already in the fridge for you!" Ann threw the Buchimaru-kun pillow at Makoto with all the force her cramping body could muster. Makoto managed to block the aerodynamic panda just in time to hear an ungodly screech from her girlfriend. "Get out! I hate you!" "No you don't, you hate the pain," Makoto rolled her eyes and chucked the pillow back onto the bed before proceeding to finish getting dressed. "There's food in the fridge, take some tablets, I'll visit Takemi and get more painkillers too," Makoto looked over at the calender in their room and noticed the big red 'X' in red on the current date, then saw the black 'X' right under it to signal that she was due next week. "I'll get the rest of myself ready at the station, I'm running late," Makoto blew a kiss to the gremlin monster in the bed and picked up her biker jacket from the rack behind the door. She left the room and heard a scream and dodged the same Buchimaru-Kun pillow that shot out after her. "I'm a fucking hormonal princess! LOVE ME!" 

"Geez, you look like you've been fighting shadows," Ryuji smirked as Makoto took off her helmet and look at him with lifeless eyes. "It's Ann," she let out an exasperated sigh and dismounted her bike. The police station was right next to the café Haru owned and ran, and her boyfriend was sitting out the front with a cold drink on the table. "Good morning Mako-chan!" Haru came outside with a takeaway cup of coffee for Makoto, having known the police commissioner for a number years and her regular order. "Morning Haru, and thanks," Makoto gave a tired smile and took the coffee from Haru. "Ann's going through a tough time," she explained with an eyebrow raise towards Haru as an indication it was THAT time. "Oooh, I see," Haru nodded in understanding and touched her own stomach. "Lucky mine just finished. You would think after all of us being friends for so long that we would all sync up." "Yeah, that's true," Makoto chuckled and took a long sip of the coffee. Ryuji looked between his girlfriend and friend, confused and furrow browed. "Ya lost me." "It's a certain thing that we have because we have certain parts, darling," Haru patted his shoulder gently.

It took the blonde a minute, then the lightbulb switched on. "Oh it's the thing where you get me to hide the knives once a month!" He blurted out, which made Makoto blink in shock at Haru. "I'm...not even going to ask," Makoto was lost for words. "Don't," Ryuji warned then winked at Haru. Makoto's phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and saw an image from Ann...in her hoodie with the hood up, a scowl on her face and flipping the bird. Underneath was a message:

Ann: Bring home chocolate or sleep somewhere else "Did Ann-chan just start?" Haru asked Makoto, who let out a groan. Ann was wearing the 'emotions hoodie.' "Today, she's probably eating ice cream right now, seeing as that's what she wants." "Tea is normally better for us," Haru mused out loud and Makoto winced. "I always suggest tea and she throws a fit. You'd think by now I'm used to what she's like during menstruation," Makoto rubbed her eyes. "So I take it Ann ain't join' us for lunch then," Ryuji rocked on the back legs of his chair. "No way, unless you want to get pillows thrown at you," Makoto hung her head and turned on her heel. "I need to start work, see you guys later."

With her emotions hoodie on, Ann was curled up on the couch of the apartment she owned with Makoto. On the tv was a re-run of an old anime from the nineties. In Ann's lap was a tub of ice cream and next to her was a pile of painkillers. "I bet Sailor Moon didn't have cramps," she muttered, scooping up a dollop of ice cream and shoving it into her mouth. She had calmed down from the morning and was now just in a slump, and felt bad for yelling at Makoto out of the sheer pain that felt like someone swinging a sledgehammer against her ovaries. With a sigh, she picked up her phone and went into her messages and found the thread for her and Makoto. She typed out a quick message: Ann: Sorry bout this morning I didnt mean any of it, i love you <3

She sent it off and curled even tighter into a ball, knowing Makoto wouldn't look at her phone until she was on a break.

"I sure am glad I don't suffer from that monstrosity," Yusuke crossed his long arms and flicked his hair back. "Then why do you act like it half the time?" Akira asked, not missing a beat and not looking up from his phone. Yusuke could only look dumbfounded as Ryuji burst out into laughter with Morgana and Haru giggled with her hand over her mouth. Makoto was not paying attention, but reading the text Ann had sent her earlier in the day. She tapped out a response slowly, not knowing if Ann's mood had swung since the time the text was sent. Makoto: Its okay, I know. I love you too. A minute later, the phone vibrated again and Makoto looked at the screen. Ann: Can you please get the stronger meds? Makoto: Sure, did you want anything else, your majesty?

Ann: Crepes with chocolate and chocolate ice cream and pocky and chocolate mochi and chocolate cake and-

Makoto pocketed her phone and returned to the conversation, which was to no surprise still questioning Yusuke's very existence.

Ann opened the freezer and pouted at the the diminishing ice cream. She opened the fridge next and peered inside, finding a white chocolate mousse inside. "This will do," she sighed and pulled her victim from the fridge. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Setting aside the mousse and retrieving her phone, Ann opened the group chat thread and smiled at the picture of Yusuke looking shocked about something. Ann: Lmaooooo hahaha

She typed back a response and dug into her mousse, shutting her eyes tightly to ignore the bear trap that was just let off in her stomach.

"...Menstrual cycle, huh?" Makoto scowled at Takemi from across the examination. "Yes." "And yours is next week," Takemi didn't even look up from the boxes she was putting stickers on. Makoto flushed bright red and cross her arms and legs. "M-Mind your own business! You don't even know for sure!" Makoto squeaked and curled into herself as Takemi smirked. "I know because you're in sync with your sister," she handed the box of painkillers out to the younger Niijima, enjoying the frown on her face. Makoto pulled out her wallet and slapped the yen down on the table. "Keep the change, tell sis I said hi and to not share that stuff," she grumbled and left the room, a smirking Takemi watching her as she did so. "She didn't share it, kid. I'm a doctor."

Makoto turned the key to the apartment and entered. The lights were off, save the television playing. On the couch was Ann, half on her back half on her side fast asleep with her mouth open. Her hoodie was still up, so Makoto gently closed the door behind her and crept over the kitchen to set down the plastic bags and the takeaway on the counter. She took a deep breath, and gently approached the sleeping Ann and sat beside her. "Ann," Makoto let a finger trail along from Ann's shoulder to her arm. The blonde stirred and slowly opened her unfocused eyes. "...Mako..." "That's me, the bitch you hate," Makoto smiled pressed a kiss to Ann's head. Instantly, Ann curled up and groaned, "I...don't hate you..." "I know you don't," Makoto rubbed Ann's back in slow circular motions. "You hate the pain, and you're allowed to." "...It sucks," Ann sat up slowly and shook the hair out of her face. "I'm fucking gay I don't deserve this." Makoto chuckled and brought Ann into a hug. She let Ann rest against her and continued to rub her back and arm. "You don't, honey. You really don't." Ann let out a soft hum and relaxed even more, still wincing at the pain. "I got the pain killers for you, and brought home some takeout and a hot chocolate," Makoto said softly, and Ann lifted her head to look directly into brown eyes. "For me?" "For you," Makoto nudges Ann's nose gently, loving the dazed smile that came from the blonde. "You hormonal monster princess." Ann giggled and took down her hoodie to reveal matted twin-tails. She leaned in and gently kissed her girlfriend on the lips. Makoto tasted chocolate, and only chocolate, but at least it wasn't the taste of enemy blood. "Wanna eat on the couch?" Makoto mumbled against Ann's sweet lips. "Mhm," was the weak response. Ann spent the night in Makoto's lap with pad thai in her lap and the fluffiest hot chocolate ever on the coffee table in front of her. Makoto pampered her silly as they watched some strange game show featuring men say tongue-twisters or get their balls hit. "That," Ann said through a mouth of noodles. "That is what it's like." "I'll be sure to tell Yusuke," Makoto grinned.

~One Week Later~

Ann yawned and stretched, feeling better than ever. She had an early photoshoot out at the fishing pond. "Morning Mako," Ann rolled over to kiss her girlfriend, but got a groan in response. "Mako?" The blonde looked down and saw Makoto, thriving in pain with gritted teeth, clutching at her stomach. "Ann...Ann help..." The brunette hissed and whined, clinging to her Buchimaru-Kun pillow. Ann placed a hand to her cheek and sighed - it was her girlfriend's time. "Alright, what do you want babe?" Ann big spooned Makoto and rested her hands on the tight stomach. "Ice cream," was the response from the woman in pain. "Babe, it's 7am, you can't have ice cream for br-" "Shut up and get me dairy," Makoto snapped and curled up into a ball. Ann scowled and sat up again. "Fine, fine. I'm getting you green tea as well, it'll make you feel better." "Come back quickly, cancel everything I need you here," Makoto instantly whimpered and gave Ann a puppy dog pout. Ann put her hand on her hip and shook her head with a smile. "Sure thing, your majesty."

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Oh yes, I definitely love this guy! I love almost everyone in KnB tho, but this one has a special place in the "kokoro" xD But I'ma request a different char since you're already doing something with Mayuzumi~ how about a scenario with Takao, where he's in love with his girl childhood friend but won't dare confess since he's afraid of ruining their friendship, but truth is she's in love w/ him too and also won't confess for the same reasons~ & no pressure dear, I know you won't ever disappoint ;)

Thank you; your messages really touch me. Chihiro has a speacial place in my kokoro too everytime i see a picture of him, i got a nostalgia feeling, i feel so sad for him Bae :’( . I really hope that you like the story i wrote 

P.s: I apologize for the late replay darling

                                        My charmingprince:

Hé friend! Tell me when did you just stop being afriend and make all your way to steal my heart. It was just for a second that Ileft my guard down and…

I was crying as always, after being bullied because ofmy dialect, my clothes also. Yeah I wasn’t a city girl, I came from a paradise,a village in Kyushu “Minamioguni” and I was proud but I shouldn’t be too proudback then. I just moved to Tokyo, a 10 years old girl, thinking that thingswould be the same or even better than in my hometown. I found myself beingmocked, bullied because I wasn’t from Tokyo. School, I set alone, nobody talkedto me and nobody noticed me. All Kids my age were afraid to be questioned bythe teacher but me, no I was happy because the teacher was the only one whospoke to me, I always watched him whispering : “Teacher notice me, talk to me,break the loneliness around me…”. This was my daily life until HE came, a boyfull of life, full of energy, HE smiled and TALKED to me and then my lonely dayshad an end.

This is how everything started.

“Takao, do you think we should watch The true Historyor Me and my Love?, I can’t pick one because both seem boring”

“Mmm let’s watch Me and my Love it may have somecomedy scenes in it”

“You’re right” You said smiling to him

You’re going to the cinema with him, he invited youlast week end but you didn’t know that they will be diffusing only these twomovies, you wanted some comedy, some action and maybe some horror but nothistory or worse romance. You always hated those movies where the popular guyfall for the unpopular girl and do anything to win her heart, confessing,getting jealous and all No things don’t turn out this way in reality

After all, it doesn’t turn out this way for you, youknow this guy for years, you fell for him from the start, it didn’t take solong to steal your heart away. You were ready to confess two years ago whenyour friend stopped you telling you that first you have to make sure that helikes you. You started stalking him, following him around and seeing how hetreats other BUT he treated you the same way as others, no he doesn’tlike you back, he just acts this way because it’s just his Attitude.

Your friend said that there’s some friends whoconfessed to each other and ended up together but in some cases they gotrejected and could not be friends Anymore. The rejection part it wasokay for you because you already know that if you like someone, he doesn’tnecessary like you back. But not being friends with him anymore NO NO youcould never ever accept this, after all he’s your first and only true friendand if burying your feelings deep inside you is the price to pay for havingsuch a friend then it’s worth it’s really worth it.

Since that day you’re holding yourself back, forcingyourself to just be friends with him and even that night in the cinema you keptdoing this:

“The movie was nice, we judged it too early” he said

“Mmm it wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t that nice too”

“Why not? It was a beautiful story, it started just bya friendship and turned to the most beautiful love story. I don’t see why youdon’t like it”

“Because it’s too unrealistic” you shouted

“Heinn! Really? It often happens in friendship wherethey both fall for each other” before he could express himself more, you spoke:

“Yeah and often happens where one of them confessed,got rejected and worse got excluded from their lives”

As you finished speaking, you noticed somethingchanging his eyes, it was a kind of sadness like a light was shut down in hiseyes, he was looking disappointed maybe but why?

“Are you okay Takao” you asked

He was still looking away but after a few seconds, hesmiled and got back to his normal self:

“Mmm you’re right, let’s say that sometimes it worksout between friends but sometimes it just doesn’t”

You nodded: “That’s right”

You were in front of his door, you were both talkingand didn’t notice that he has arrived to where he lives.

“Aah here you are Takao, I still having a few metersto walk before getting home. Good night and thanks for the movie”

“Good night” he said

You turned a little bit upset that he didn’t offer towalk you home as he always does but he called you again:

“ (Name) you know, lucky are the ones that works outfor them” he just said these words and entered his house. Letting you outthere, confused and still he didn’t offer to walk you home. You sighed,starting to question yourself:

“What does it mean?”, “Maybe he likes me back?”, “Nono never, waiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, oh god no, maybe he likes another friend?”

You hurried, took your phone out and called yourfriend:

“(Friend name) I’m sorry for calling you at this timebut I really need to ask you something about Takao?”

“Mmm ok, what is it?”

“I think that he loves someone, because ( you told herthe whole story), what do you think?” after telling her the story, you alreadyarrived at your place but you didn’t want to enter, you wanted to hear yourfriend’s answer in all privacy.

“Mmm yeah probably, he’s willing to confess to her butwith your words I guess that you’re making him more skeptical”

“So, this is how things look like? He really lovesanother friend of him?” your ton has changed as you started to feel your bodygetting weak

“(Name) what’s wrong with you? I thought that wetalked about this two years ago, you said that this story is finished and thatyou already closed the book. You said that the only thing that matters is thatyou’re still his friends So what happened”

She was right, I’ve already make up my mind two yearsago, I decided to bury my feelings in order to still be his friend, why I’m Ithis greedy and selfish? I have to accept that there’s a difference betweenfriends and lovers: Friends SUPPORT each other while lovers LOVE each other. Hewas my first friend, he saved me, he helped me and changed my whole life,thanks to him that I’m not lonely anymore and that’s why I should show mygratitude by supporting him.

You were all decided to bring up that topic and tellhim that you’re supporting him and even you’re ready to speak to this girl ifhe doesn’t have the courage to.

“Ta-ka-ooo ohayooo” You said in a cheering mood

“(Na-me)” he yelled back

“How are you doing today?”

“Alright, I’m sorry for last night, I was a totaljerk, I forgot to walk you home”

You were surprised:

“No no never mind, it’s okay, it’s not that far youknow”

“Yeah but still though, I have to walk you home. Thisis how it works in Dates”

Your eyes were wide opened in surprise and when he sawyour expression, he changed the topic quickly because he didn’t want to makeyou uncomfortable

“(Name) you’re good with physics?”

You blinked a few times before nodding

“Great, you’ll help me study right? I feel so leftbehind just because I missed two classes”

“Of course, you can count on me” You smiled

“I have to go now Takao” You tried to leave

He grabbed your hand: “Do you have something to donow?”

“N.. Nothing” you said nervously

“Then why did you say that you have to go?”

“Mmm because I don’t want to bother you, You usuallylike to spend the lunch break with Midorima no?”

He laughed, “You can just say that you don’t want tospend the break with me?”

“No nooo never say that You idiot, you know how much Ienjoy myself with you”

“Mmmm really?” he started to tease you

“Taaaaaaakaooo you know it”

“Haha yeah I know, I just like it when you make thisexpression it’s just so cute”

He took your hand: “Come on, let’s play a card game”

You had no choice but to accept. Why is he makingthings this hard for you? If he likes another girl, why is he doing this? Can’the tell that you may fall for him if he keeps treating you like that? A girl isreally sensitive and fragile, she could easily get carried on by thesegestures.

After the lunch break, you got back to your classstaring at your friend:

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing” you mumbled

She sighed:

“If this is the part where I must beg you to tell mewhat’s wrong, I think I’ll pass I’m too tired”

You were sulking

“Pffff fine please tell me what’s wrong?”

“Mmm Takao” you whispered

“I can’t hear you”

“Akao” you whispered again and she got mad

“Speak clearly or shut the fuck up” she screamedmaking you tremble

“It’s Takao” you raised your voice a little bit

“Again” she sighed

“I’m really sorry but he grabbed my hand and playedwith me card games”

“And so…”

“So euuuh” you couldn’t find proper words

“(Name) what’s wrong with you? Can you just get overit?”

“No it’s just that lately things are harder thanbefore, he’s giving me so much attention and I can’t control myself anymore”you started crying

She took you in her arms and hugged you:

“You must control your feelings, take a break from himnow and everything will be alright”

“Fine” you said

After this day you started avoiding Takao, it was theweek end so you went shopping with your friend but he didn’t stop calling you.

“Takao give me a break please” you said as you lookedat your phone, like asking if you could pick or not.

“Ok see what he wants”

You quickly picked up: “Mochi mocha Takao”

“Heyy (Name) where are you?”

“I’m in the shopping mall with (friend Name), why?”

“Aaah really?” he was surprised and a little upset

“Why?” you asked again

“You said you’ll help me with physics”

You covered your mouth with your hand in surprise:“I’m really sorry I completely forget”

He sighed: “It’s okay, I’ll just ask Shin chan forhelp”

“Noo no wait, I’ll be done in a few minutes” yourfriend was looking at you surprised as you said those words, “Meet me in myhouse after an hour ok?”

He laughed: “ Perfect” and then he hung up

You wanted to turn and face your friend, but such ascary dark aura was coming out from her, you didn’t dare to turn but she puther hand on your shoulder and made you turn. You closed your eyes and bowed:

“I’m really sorry but I need to help him, I promisedhim that day”

“Ohh really!” she was speaking with such devilishvoice

You were so scared: “I swear we’ll only study”

“Dare to say that you did more than study and I swearI’ll write “Study” in the shopping mall with your blood”

You backed off: “No worries, let’s go eat some icecream”

She liked ice cream so you thought that this couldcalm her but she kept her devilish aura during the whole walk until you wereabout to say goodbye:

“(Name) really don’t screw everything up, I don’t wantto see you broken”

You hugged her: “Don’t worry just study”

You entered your house repeating “Just study” , yougot to your room to make sure that everything is in place, a few minutes laterTakao came in.

“Hello (Name)” he said as loudly as always but hefound you repeating some weird things (Just study)

“(Name) if you don’t feel alright, I can go”

“No no everything is cool, we’re just going to Study”you said with a creepy laugh

“(Name) are you possessed or something?” he asked withan awkward expression

“Haha no, why are you asking?” your laugh was evenmore creepy this time

“You’re scaring me you know”

You started to laugh again so he got close to you andstarted a tickle fight, you were laughing so hard while trying to tickle himbut he always won in this game even this time, which causes the room to befilled up only with your laughing

“Now it’s your beautiful natural laugh” He said whilegiving you a bright smile

You stopped laughing and looked at him, he was lookingat you and it was really awkward but thanks god, your mom came in:

“Here are some cookies, hot chocolate drink and somesnacks for the hardest working students”

“Thanks mom” you said but you were surprised when youheard Takao saying:

“Thank you so much Mom”

You were friends for so long and he used to come toyour place but he never called your mother “Mom”

Suddenly, (Friend Name)’s face came to your mind andyour head got filled up again with “Just study” but you stopped yourself frombeing creepy this time

“Let’s just study Takao” you said

“I’ll leave you now, study well kids” She said as sheclosed the door

“So if I remember well, you missed just those twoclasses”

“Yes ma’am” he said trying to put a pleasantatmosphere

“Fine, it’s easy I’ll just explain it to you in notime” you said as you opened the book and your notes of physics

You were explaining to him with such enthusiasm, itwas rare for him to ask you for help, it’s always the other way around so oncehe does this, you gave it your all because you really want to show him howgrateful you are to him.

“Done, Do you have any questions?” You asked

“No no at all, thanks to you” He smiled to you

“Are you sure? I mean you asked no questions and…” Hecut you off

“I’m sure, let’s eat something”  

You both took a cookie and started eating whiledrinking the chocolate that became so cold.

“Maybe I should tell Mom to warm it up for us”

“No she’ll get angry to know that we let it get cold”he said amused at this situation

“Mmm you’re right”

He knew so many things about your life, the way yourparents would react, the way you would react, you were so close, you were bestfriends but silently you’re wishing to be More

After some time, he left. You wanted to hold him fordinner but you knew you shouldn’t. You called your friend:

“Hi! I just wanted to let you know that we juststudied BUT”

She was about to scream when you cut her off:

“Wait but all the time he was staring at me, he didn’task any question and he was just looking at me. Honestly I think that healready understood the lesson but just wanted….”

You really wished to continue, to say that maybe hejust wanted to be with you and it was just an excuse but you had no confidence,no you knew him for so long and if he wanted to be with you, he just could havedone it already so no ….

“I’m sorry” you said and your voice started to sound alittle desperate while on the other line, a volcano was ready to explode,

“Listen bitch, what did I say?”

“I know I knowI’m sorry, I will avoid him like really avoid him from tomorrow and on”

You spoke with such honesty that the volcano calmeddown:

“Then it’s okay”

“Sure, this is how things must be after all” You voicewas sending away regrets and remorse.

“It’s for the best, I don’t want you to be hurt”

“I know” You voice was still sounding desperate

“Ok, one last time” she shouted

You were surprised: “What one last time?”

“I said one last time, I mean you can try it out onelast time”

You couldn’t believe your ears, you friend is giving youthe green light but even though you were skeptical about this whole thing.

“I’m not sure if I should, after all he may like afriend but not me”

“Yeah and that’s why you’ll try to ask him startingfrom tomorrow”

“Ask him what?” you panicked

“Don’t worry, ask him some personal questions”

You panicked more: “What kind?”

“It’s obvious no idiot? Like do you like someone? Whatkind of girls do you like? Do you have exes?” She said proudly

“No it’s just too personal, I don’t see myself askinghim this kind of questions”

She laughed: “Ah really! How do you want to be hisgirlfriend then? You know, relationships are different then friendships, inrelationship you have to sweet talk to each other, feel jealous and show it,sometimes dirty talk if not always”

Her last words made you scream: “Whattttt!! Dirtytalk! How? Why?”

She sighed: “Don’t worry, if Takao likes you then he’sgoing to teach you”

You felt a little shy about this idea but deep insideyou, you wished if it was real.

“Then tomorrow I will try” you mumbled

“Aha that’s the spirit” she yelled before hanging up

You liked this friend, if she wants to push you up shereally could but if she wants to push you far she could do it too. It’s likeshe was really gifted with words and you liked it this side of her.

Tomorrow lunch break:

You went to Takao class, you found him laughing whileteasing Midorima.

“Ohayo Takao” You tried to be as loud as always but theconversation you prepared for hours in your room made you a little terrified

“Hi (Name), something’s wrong?” He asked

“No no no, why?” You tried to fake a smile and it wasjust obvious

“Is there something you want to say?” he asked againbut a little more worried this time

“There’s nothing, absolutely nothing” You tried evenharder to fake that smile

“I need to go to do something Nanodayo” the greenhaired boy said as he was leaving. You knew that he left just to make youcomfortable with Takao and it was very embarrassing for you.

You sat on a chair while thinking of an excuse becausenow you know that you look like you’re hiding something.

“So?” he asked again

You sighed: “Pfff ok, it’s just that my classmatelikes a boy here and he doesn’t like her back, she told me her story earlierand that’s why I feel sad for her”

It was the only excuse you found and you thought thatit was the best because, you could make it look like you’re sad for her and onthe other hand, you can bring up your daring questions.

“Aaah it must be tough for her” He said as he waslooking at the window

“Totally”

You were trying with all your power to bring up thosequestions but the words were more and more heavier for your mouth that youstayed silent.

“Do you have someone like that?” he broke the silent

“Heiin?” you asked in surprise, blinking and wonderingif you heard him right

“I asked if you have someone that you like” You wereturning into a tomato, a good quality tomato, you see the one really red

You lost all your means, you were nervous and theworst, you couldn’t even look at him in the eye

“I have someone like that” He said

You were shocked, you felt a pain in your chest, adeep sorrow taking over your body, you wanted to ask who that person was butyou were too scared.

(Please Takao, you can like someone else but forgod’s sake do it in silence, don’t let me know or else I’ll be really inpieces)

Your head down, this is all you wanted to say to himbut you already knew you never would. You raised your head, facing him.

“Aaah that’s a good thing. Love must be a greatfeeling” You ignored from where this power come to your body but you weregrateful that it came

“No at all, it’s amazing when it’s a shared feelingbut if it’s one sided feeling then it’s tiring” he smiled, a sad smile not thatusual bright one

You were looking sad, anybody would tell that thisnews dragged you down.

“Do you think I should confess? Do you think that shemay like me back?” He added to your pain

At this moment, you wanted more than anything, yeahabsolutely more than anything to hold him back but jeez how many times was hethere for you? How many times he helped you? How much he gave you? “FRIENDSsupport each other and it was all”. And now, if you’re a real friend then youmust support him.

You clenched your fist letting go all your anger thenyou relaxed and faked a smile, but this one was much more convincing:

“Totally, you should confess to her. I don’t know ifyou’ve been told this or not but I think that any girl, yeah any girl wouldfall for you because why the hell not. She’ll never find better than you,you’ll be there for her whenever she needs, you’ll support her and cheer her upwhen in need and you will love her with your all so just tell me why wouldn’tshe like you back. Be confident and if she was stupid enough to reject you thenjust know that she doesn’t really know you so give her some time to see throughyou and she’ll be yours that’s for sure”

You were surprised at your own words, you could speakboldly and express your feelings freely. Yes you may regret it because you’repushing him to go to another girl but hell he deserves to be happy and you’llhelp him to be happy even if it means Happy but not with you

The bell rang and you were happy for the first time inyour life to hear it. You tuned to the door:

“Looks like I need to go now, good luck with yourconfession” you wanted to walk away when he grabbed your hand, turned you tohim and kissed you.

“O.M.G God please don’t wake me up if it’s a dream”this the only thing that was playing on in your head right now. You wereshocked and surprised but very happy, he was your first love and now your firstkiss.

He got closer to your ears and whispered: “I love youand I won’t accept other than ‘I love you too” as a response, it’s you whopushed me to confess and guaranteed a positive answer no?”

You pulled back: “What! I don’t understand”, youwondered if he’s joking or being serious now

“Ohhh (Name) it’s hard to finally say it and you wantme to repeat it” he pouted, “You’re the one I like, I really hope that you feelsomething for me too , at least give me a chance to show you my all as yousaid”

Wait, is this real! The students started to enter theclassroom, it wasn’t the place or the moment to talk about this but you couldn’tlet him without answer. You approached him and whispered in his ear: “I loveyou too”

He was shocked and you wondered why, you wanted to askbut you knew you couldn’t. You walked out the class while waving to him but hewas just staring at you with that weird look on his face. Once you made sure hecan’t see you anymore, you started running in the hallway to meet your friend,you could hear “ don’t run in the hallway”, “You’re in high school not inkindergarten” but you were too happy to pay attention to them. You saw yourfriend, she was playing with her phone, you rushed to her and moved the phoneaway from her. It’s like you pushed the death button on, she gave you a deathglare and prepared herself to give you a punch or slap you, you weren’t reallysure but before she could move, you shouted: “He said he loves me”

All the students that were there looked at youconfused and at your surprise, a voice spoke: “Your love life doesn’t interestus, you better save that energy and excitement for your studies”.

You recognized that voice, it was the teacher’s voice.God you were so embarrassed so you told your friend that you’ll tell her thewhole story after class. You took your seat, opened your book when you feltyour phone vibrates in your pocket. You wanted just to check who was it, and itwas Takao. No, you don’t usually do that, read texts in class, maybe you do itsometimes but not always. As you read it, your eyes opened widely:

“(Name) I swear I can’t describe how happy I am, Inever thought that you loved me, I was checking all the time on the internetthe signs that tell if you have a chance with a girl. And according to it, Ihad some slight chances, this is why I decided to try my luck this time. I meanit’s been so long that I wanted to try It out, to tell you how I feel but I wasterrified that you wouldn’t feel the same and would take your distance with mewhich I can’t accept. (Name) I just can’t accept it, I know you for so long andI can’t bear to lose you but I guess that Shin chan was right, he said thattoday I have luck, I don’t usually believe it but it turned out to be real.Well, I’d be happy if you could come to watch me practice, having you with mewill boost my skills”.

You were so happy, a sparkle could be seen in youreyes. He was feeling the same for you and he didn’t act for the same reasons.Both of you loved each other and kept it hidden because you were too afraid toruin this friendship, you could never be more blessed.

You were so excited, you had so much to say, you wereabout to start typing when you felt a hand taking your phone away.

“Confiscated until the end of class” It was yourteacher.

Whyyy? I always played games in class, send texts (youfinally confessed) but I was never caught up and today, when I really need to textsomeone I was caught.

Life is unfair, but no, not for you maybe you can’ttext him now but you have him all for yourself and it’s something you alwayswished, let’s say your most precious wish was granted. And yeah sometimes thelove stories you see in movies may really happen in real life, at least it didfor you. He’s not riding a horse, he doesn’t do poetry or say romantic sweettalks but yet he’s a charming prince, he’s your charming prince.

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Burning Love- Witch AU Part 3

Burning Love- Witch AU                                            March 13 2019

by dayawantstosleep                                       

Genre/Warnings: Mild Swearing

Word Count: 1,409

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Summary: You were a witch who is in love with Min Yoongi. The same Min Yoongi who is a necromancer. Witches and Necromancers don’t mix, right?

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“What do you think you’re doing?” My smile fell as I opened the door to my room.

“What does it look like?” His voice was deep, like ocean deep.

“It looks like you’re laying on my bed half naked. Flower petals everywhere.” He walked towards me and puts a finger on my lips.

“Good then its exactly how it looks like love.”

“Love?” He nodded, leaned closer and kissed me. The kiss is everything I need to know that Min Yoongi loves me. 

I jolted awake and sat up. Oh thank god it was only a dream. Ugh! The dream felt so real. My hands instantly go to my lips. Naughty dream. I shook the feeling of Yoongi’’s lips on mine and put my slippers on.

I knocked on Yoongi’s door but didn’t hear anything. I sighed and turned the doorknob. The door opened as I saw a tuff of blonde hair hidden by blankets. He looked like a damn burrito. “Yoongi oppa!” I yelled out

“Huh?” I heard him say.

“Wake up!” He moaned and turned around.

“It’s Saturday, Ana.”

“Exactly. As a thank you for saving me from third wheeling, I will hang out with you today.”

“What did I ever do to deserve this?” He groaned. I clicked my tongue and smirked.

“Aww, c’mon, Yoongi poo. You love me.” he mumbled something I couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Fine. Just let me sleep for a few more hours.”

“Ok.”

“Movie marathon?”

“You bet you’re pretty little ass.”

“You check me out, Ana?”

“I’m kidding.”

“Fine.”

“Cool. Now let me sleep with you.” I climbed on his bed and yanked his blankets.

“Hey.”

“Give me some blankets and cuddle with me or else I will hex you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me. Kadava-“ He let go of the blankets and hugged my waist.

“Fine. Here.” He covered me with the blankets and faced me.

“You know, you look cute when you’re in bed.” I felt him tense up as he looked at my eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you oppa.” I scooted closer to him and closed my eyes.

I woke up and immediately looked at the clock.10:40. I groaned and stared at the white ceiling. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement and turned to the door.

“What’s up Yoongs?” He leaned on the doorway grinning.

“Ready for the movie marathon?”

“You’re not gonna work in you’re studio?” He shook his head.

“I figured I need a day off.” I smiled and pulled the blankets off me. I stood up and put my slippers on.

“Let me get changed and our movie marathon can begin.”

“It’s fine if you keep you’re pajamas on. I don’t mind.” That made my smile widen.

“Nah, I’m not used to keeping my pj’s on.” I walk towards my room and closed the door.

“I am ready!” I yelled as I walked to the living room. Yoongi changed his white shirt and grey pants to ripped jeans and a black buttoned up shirt.

“Whoa, you look nice. You got a date?”

“I wish. Just got tired of my usual clothes.”

“If you’re comfortable.” I walked to the fridge and took out the milk jug.

“You look great too.”

“Thanks Yoongles.” I sipped my hot chocolate and walked to the couch again.

“What do you wanna watch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ooohh, I know.” I typed some words on the Netflix search bar and that’s when I heard young.

“Again?”

“Yes, again. Now quit whining and lets watch Lilo and Stitch.” From the corner of my eye Yoongi mumbled some words I couldn’t hear and I heard a pop.

“What the fu-ohh.” I reached for Yoongi’s lap and grabbed some popcorn from a bowl.

“Thanks.” “Anytime.” Pudge the fish showed up on the screen as I got comfortable on the couch.

=== KNOCK! KNOCK! Someone was at the door.

“Yoongles.”

“What?”

“Can you-“

“Nope.” I groaned and stood up. I walked to the door and opened it.

“Jimin?”

“Hey.”

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“Is Yoongi here? Jungkook and I wanted to see if he wanted to come for a boy’s day out.”

“Will Namjoon, Tae, Jin, and Hoseok be there?”

“Yeah, it’s all of us.”

“Yoongi!”

“Yah?”

“Jimn’s here for you!”

“Am I interrupting you’re date?”

“Not at all. And it isn’t a date, we’re just roommates.” I heard a loud pop and pulled Jimin towards me.

“What are you doing? Why does it look like you’re about to kiss?” Jimn’s face was centimeters away from me.

“I was scared because of that loud explo- Holy shit! What did you do now, Yoongi?”

“I accidentally made the popcorn explode.” Yoongi’s face was black, and the bowl of perfectly good popcorn was burned.

“How?”

“I think it had to do with you.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean with me, Jimin?”

“I would love to go with you guys, but I'm hanging out with Ana today.” Wait, what? He usually never says not to our mochi.

“You’re roommate and close friend? Ok, well, have fun.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go? I mean we can postpone our marathon for another day.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yeah, I’ll survive a couple hours without you. I’m a big girl. Go have fun, you’re cooped up in you’re studio all day, everyday.”

“Well, alright.”

“I mean, you’re already dressed for it.”

“Why are you dressed hyung? Trying to impress a certain lady?”

“Certain lady? Yoongi has a girlfriend?”

“No, she’s not my girlfriend."

“Yet. Yoongi’s gonna get some.”

“Ok, we really gotta go. Bye.”

“Take care.” They closed the door behind them.

-6 Hours later-

A knock on the door woke me up from my nap. I groaned and stood up.

“Who is it?”

“Anaaaaa! Banana! “ I recognized the deep voice and opened the door.

“What happened?”

“Yoongi hyung got drunk.”

“I can tell.”

“Ana! My friend. My roommate. My soulmate.”

“Ok, no more alcohol for you. What else?”

“We were talking and he got super sad, so us being us went to a bar and he took one shot after another.”

“Why was he sad?”

“Well, remember the girl that we talked about? Well, I don’t think she likes him.”

“Oh no.”

“She likes someone else. I want the ground to swallow me. Stupid feelings.”

“I think someone needs a nap.”

“Ohhh, me, me, me.” He hobbled to the couch and sat down.

“Slow down Yoongi.”

“I dun need t’ slow down woman. I’m D-boy. I go fast.”

“Sure, whatever you say, D-boy.”

“Anaa!”

“What do you need Yoongles?”

“I need a hug.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes. I wanna hug.”

“Fine. Thanks for bringing him home Jimin.”

“Anytime. I gotta go. Jungkook’s wasted too.”

“I’ll trade you.”

“No. No trade backsies.” Yoongi slurred his words.

“You heard hyung. No trade backsies.”

“It was worth a try.”

“Yeah. Bye.” He closed the door behind him as I ran to lock the door. I walked towards the couch and was about to hug him when his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you my love.” I chuckle.

”Thanks.” I rest my head on his chest.

“Look at me.”

“Hm?” I turned my head towards him.

“What-mmmhh” His lips met mine and he pulled away.

“What was that?”

“A kiss.” He leaned closer and kissed me again. It felt so wrong, but it’s been a while since I had someone showed me affection. Shit! What do I do now? His breath reeked of alcohol. His lips travelled to my neck. I winced as he bit into my flesh. I tried to ignore my heart beating rapidly.

“I- Yoongi.” He kissed me again.

“I gotta say something.” Another kiss.

“That you love me too?” He smirked and tried kissing me.

“Shit! Look Yoongi, I don’t think we should do this.” I put my hand on his face and he sloppily kissed it.  

“No! I’m sorry, but no.”

“You want this. I know a guy hasn’t touched you in a long time.”

“So? You’re drunk Yoongi, I can't do that to you. You gotta go to sleep.” I turned to walk towards my bed but Yoongi grabbed me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Um, to my bed.”

“No, you’re not.” He pushed me to the couch and climbed on top of me.

“Yo-“ He cut me off by a kiss.

[otomehostclub]

It’s M again. I haven’t spoken in awhile but its been up & down with my life. Well mostly down. I’m going to do my finals for Friday which scares me a little. I’m hoping I pass. Mostly nervous for Japanese then anything else. I do worry about Sociology. Not the point but I’ve been sick so many days because of the consist stress I’ve been enduring. The common source is as usually, well you know my family of course. Recap, Sister is verbally abusive before & during the pregnancy, her BF 5 (M1)

Long post ahead

years younger then her & is a useless bum. I’m getting constant triggers being around them, I hate that child. My mother doesn’t understand that I need to get help & get away from it all. She calls me a liar for me being mentally sick. I wanted to kill myself, & was very close to do so, because I was done with living. Why didn’t do it, I wish I knew. I know I shouldn’t hate that kid, I was the kid who’s biological father, molester my older half-sister, the same sister who is pregnant rn, (m2)the same sister on bad terms in my heart & mind. The same person who tried to kick me out & her own mother too. I hate this, because ever since that BF hers walked in & got her pregnant, my life is a living nightmare. I’m tired of everything not working for me anymore. I’m tired when do my interviews & they don’t hire me because they hired someone else, even though I said all the right things. (M3)I’m tired that my sister still thinks I love her when I don’t I have pure hatred for what she did to my family. I’m completely & severally broken. I keep applying hoping I get a job before she delivers the demon spawn. I don’t want to be alone with that thing. It only will drive me insane. I know I shouldn’t hate, but I can’t change my heart, I wasn’t meant to be near children, (M4)I don’t have much patience for them nor to I fancy them very much. I just want to get away from it all, but my mother doesn’t listen to me, she doesn’t try didn’t ways to help me, she wants me to get better with my sister but I don’t want to. This is about our own abuser who was family. I just want a job, & move out. I want to leave this country with my cats & mother way from it all. (M5)I don’t want to worry anymore. This stress, emotional turmoil, lack of money & the rabid Cheeto destroying the financial protection of others is only slowly killing me. I want things to stop, I just want to be happy again. I want to die, but I don’t want to go without dying happy. (If it’s okay, may I please have Saizo, Yukimura, Masamune, Mitsunari, Kotaro SLBP?) (M6/6)

Enough is enough.

The phrase replays in your mind like a mantra. You are sick of everything and nobody even gives a-

“Well, well little lady,” comes a familiar voice. “Keep frowning like that and you can’t smile again.”

You turn to see Saizo, looking around nervously.

“You also asked for Kotaro but I’m not too happy about it,” he frowns while offering you his hand. “That man needs to cool his head or something…”

You weren’t sure what he means but you let him guide you to outside to where a pagoda is. A large table laden with manju, dango, zundai-mochi, doughnuts, cakes and several tea cups next to a decorative tea pot. You look to see that Yukimura, Masamune, and Mitsunari are there too. You feel Saizo letting go of your hand then nudges you forward. Okay? You walk and Yukimura pulls a chair out for you.

“You can relax Saizo,” Yukimura sighs towards him. “That crazy Kotaro hasn’t shown up.”

“Yet,” Mitsunari corrects sharply.

“If he shows up and starts fighting, I can’t keep my promise to Hotaru about letting him see the fish,” he sighs while sitting down.

“Why did you visit again,” Masamune interrogates while pouring tea. “You aren’t looking happy.”

His blunt manner never fails to bother you… yet you still tell them anyways. Your family issues and frustration towards not passing interviews come tumbling out with your expression growing more and more frustrated and angry. When you finish, it was too quiet.

“You picked the wrong people to ask about what to do with your mother,” Yukimura pouts. “I have no idea what to do.”

“Have her live with a maid or something,” Mitsunari mopes. “Better than having nobody care about her.”

“I agree but if you have to leave them, then leave,” Saizo nods. “The best you can do for yourself with your family right now is to cut them off.”

“After getting the live in nurse,” Mitsunari interrupts.

You see Masamune type something on his phone before tucking it into a pocket.

“I’m afraid we don’t have very good advice on how to do those interview things so I had to ask someone else to help us with this,” he explains. “He should be here soon.”

“I hope I’m not intruding,” a voice soon appears and you all turn to see a tall man in a suit with a briefcase in one hand. “I came over from work as soon as I could. … Cases aren’t going to solve themselves.”

“It’s okay Takao but are you able to do what Masamune is saying,” Yukimura wonders with clear skepticism.

“I actually can,” he replies then turns to you bowing while holding out his business card. “I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I’m Takao Maruyama. Nice to meet you.”

You accept the business card and see that he’s a lawyer. How is a lawyer going to help you?!

“I was told by Masamune-san that you aren’t getting the jobs you applied for after your interview,” Takao notes after taking a seat. “I would have asked to see your resume and help with a few tips but I can however advise on how to be at an interview.”

What? You already know what to do.

“Yes but how you carry yourself and your appearance also influences the person who is conducting your interview,” Takao points out. “For example, if you are slouching despite wearing a suit, it doesn’t leave a good of impression as if you were sitting up straight while wearing a suit. Sitting upright gives the impression that you are confident and you are capable. Here’s something that I do when I’m at home preparing for a trial. I run through mock ones to see how my reactions are to the opposing party. If I show that I’m being convinced by the other side, it’s not a good impression that I’m giving my client. So having your expression in check can also leave a good impression on the potential employer. You can also ask someone you know to help you do a few interviews but have it recorded.”

Why would you want to do that?

“If you see where you messed up in the playbacks you can improve those areas with your friends or whomever is helping you,” Takao mentions after a sip of tea. “Also have others who been through job interviews assist and give advice on where you can improve answers or what habits you need to be aware of. Another thing that will improve your chances of being hired is a small introduction of yourself.”

Why?

“If you present not only your name but also what you’ve already accomplished or what skills you have on hand,” he clarifies. “Like this for example: ‘My name is Takao Maruyama. I have completed a law degree. I can speak Japanese and English.’ But do it with yourself. Make a list of what education you have, what skills or talents that are beneficial for a job and work on making a short introduction of yourself.”

Oh.

“You want to present yet brag a bit about yourself when presenting to your potential employer,” Takao reminds you. “With some practice you’ll be able to make it.”

A rustling in the bushes nearby drew everyone’s attention. Was that Kotaru? Why was he crawling through the bushes?

“Saizo!” Kotaru gleefully exclaims, jumping to his feet. “This lowly worm nearly gave up hope being able to show his presence here today!”

You realize that there was another person behind Kotaru. Upon first glance you thought it was Saizo, but the teal scarf and black rings were not anything he would ever wear.  As you mused on the appearance of the newcomers, the second man took out a piece of paper and wrote something down, passing it to Saizo when he was done.

*Sorry Big Brother. Fuma was difficult to control*  

The others were alarmed but quickly saw that both arrived unarmed. Weaponry of any sort were not allowed on this property.

“No weapon and no violence policy here,” Mitsunari explains.

You see Saizo read the paper before smiling at the other.

“It’s fine Hotaru,” he comforts. “She also asked for Kotaro too.”

You listen as everyone summarizes what they’ve said to you for Kotaro and Hotaru to understand.

Kotaro’s face scrunched up a bit, causing the others to worry. “Ah, I too, know nothing of my mother, or any family to speak of. Kill…” A strong shot of water accompanying the many angry glares prompts Kotaro to be uncharacteristically silent, standing there sopping wet. You did have to wonder where the water attack was from but that will have to wait.

Hotaru thought over the situation. While he wasn’t asked for, he felt that he should try to offer his own thoughts. Taking out his pen and paper again, he wrote out *Perhaps Mother and Sister needs a hug* and gave it to his brother.    

You see Saizo and the others reading what Hotaru has on the paper. Then Saizo sighs.

“The thought is appreciated Hotaru but the mother and sister aren’t on good terms either,” he comforts. “You do understand that words have more power than imaginable. Same with actions.”

“Indeed,” Takao sighs, “as both can either free or trap a person more.”

Hotaru nodded before writing something out on another piece of paper: *Can she move in with other relatives? Or stay with a friend for awhile? Sister sounds like a bad person*

You read it with everyone else before Masamune speaks up.

“Yes it’s better that you do find someone else to live with for a bit,” he nods. “If they are understanding they’ll let you go over until you have to leave again.”

“Colleges and universities have housing. Try looking there,” Takao offers.

Kotaru’s eyes widened as he had a thought to share. “You can be like Saizo and I and live in the tree..”

“Fuma, be quiet.” Hotaru murmured.

…So he can speak? Then you see Kotaru continue ‘talking’ for several moments after being muted before realizing what had happened. He stopped, looking around to the others as to what had just happened. Saizo shakes his head, sighing. The others are either showing shocked or stunned expressions

“Hotaru can but it’s dangerous,” Saizo explains. “It’s actually a power of his…”

Oh.

A pair of arms go around you and you get pressed into a warm chest.

“There is only so much one can do on their own. Don’t be afraid to ask for help in keeping yourself emotionally and mentally sane. We will be here when you need help,” someone says.

You can’t tell who but it gives you some level of assurance that things will work out one way or another. You just gotta believe that they will.

[thedeadshotnetwork]

A Week In Oakland, CA, On A $52,500 Salary Welcome to Money Diaries , where we're tackling what might be the last taboo facing modern working women: money. We're asking millennials how they spend their hard-earned money during a seven-day period — and we're tracking every last dollar. Today: a project manager who makes $52,500 per year. This week, she spends some of her money on a large order of Jack in the Box curly fries. Occupation: Project Manager Industry: Science/Biotech Age: 28 Location: Oakland, CA Salary: $52,500 for working 30 hours per week. I requested a part-time schedule so that I could focus on my side project, Project Tater Tot. Paycheck (2x/month): $1,198 after health insurance, HSA, and Roth are deducted Monthly Expenses Housing: $650. I rent the living room of a one-bedroom apartment. My one roommate uses the room and he pays for all the utilities and bills. I was worried about privacy, but it hasn't been an issue and I lucked out with this place. Loan Payments: None. I'm grateful to have graduated with scholarships, grants, and my parents paying the remainder. All Other Monthly Expenses Cell Phone: $21 Gym Membership: $79 Car Insurance: $45. (I pay $270 every six months.) Health Insurance: $24. I pay partial because I'm not full-time. I don't actually know how they got this number; my company puts $108 into my HSA because I chose the high-deductible plan which is cheaper for them, so they put the extra money into my HSA. HSA: $83, my contribution Roth: $939. The company matches 4% (or $375). I used to do a mix of 401(k) and Roth, but I'll be making more when I go full-time. (I don't know what I'm doing.) Investments: $910. I auto-deposit this into pre-selected Vanguard funds, in two installments. I only started investing a few months ago and previously held all my savings in a savings account. I save a lot because I don't know what my future self will want, but I know I'll need money to make it happen. I plan to use some of it for Project Tater Tot. I have $97,000 in investments, $45,000 in retirement, and $7,000 in savings. Day One 6:30 a.m. — It's been two days since the fires in Sonoma and Napa Counties started. I wake up and check the fire map. Some sections have grown but the largest ones have stalled a little. I'm a little relieved, there are also no new fires near us. I read all the news and check websites for volunteer needs. I know a lot of people who live in Santa Rosa and Napa, and my friends have a messaging group to update each other on our situations. I drove up last night to stay with my boyfriend in Petaluma. I check my work email, but everything is okay for now. 7:30 a.m. — My boyfriend gets back from work and surprises me with breakfast burritos in bed; he is so sweet. He starts work at 7, but came back because a bunch of jobs were canceled (construction) and he wanted to volunteer today. 8:40 a.m. — We get to the volunteer center early; they open at 9. We registered online yesterday, and now fill out a health form and sit around until we get called for an interview. They ask about our health, ability to work 12-hour shifts, and what kind of volunteering we'd like to do. Then we wait for a group training at 11. It's a long time to wait and I wish I'd brought a book! We see a bunch of staff from my boyfriend's climbing gym. All the younger folks in the room are trying to crack jokes and be silly, myself included. It's nice because otherwise we'd be sitting in a room worried about the fires. There is a good mix of people of all ages in the room waiting. 10:30 a.m. — We run out to get a veggie patty sub to split from Subway for lunch later. Everything goes in except pickles and pepperoncini. I love pickled things, but only in isolation. I pay, since he bought our burritos yesterday. $7.93 12 p.m. — I find the group training presentation useful but my boyfriend thinks it's pretty common sense. Oh well; we get laminated name tags at the end and a link to volunteering opportunities at different shelters. We sign up for the next shift at 12:45 p.m. to 7 p.m. in Santa Rosa. 12:50 p.m. — There has been an outpouring of donations and volunteers in the area, so they tell us we might be sitting around a bit. Undeterred, we go off to try to help. We bounce around helping serve food and cleaning chairs, doors, rails, etc., but everywhere is well staffed and we feel a bit useless. We do see the donation section overflowing, and decide to get to work helping to sort clothing into different sections. After wearing masks for a few hours (since we're working outside), I tell my boyfriend that I've gained an intimate understanding of how my breath smells now. He replies that he loves me. (I love him too.) A few people come by to get clothes and we help them out. We listen to their stories, as much or as little as they want to share. Interacting with the folks affected makes it feel so worthwhile. I used to want to be a counselor growing up, and this makes me think I should do more regular volunteering. 6:30 p.m. — We leave a little early; there seem to be plenty of volunteers and we've sorted the majority of the clothing donations, so we don't feel bad. My boyfriend tells me he wants to get chili from Amy's Drive-Thru and animal fries from In-N-Out (they are next door to each other) to combine into the ultimate chili cheese fries. We discuss it, but laziness wins out and he agrees to just get chili cheese fries from Amy's. $4.66 8 p.m. — When we get back to his place, we eat it with all the leftovers we have and watch American Dad . Leftovers include half a burrito, roasted veggies, black bean burger mash, and smoky baba ganoush with crackers. (I cooked the last three and he bought the burrito.) 9 p.m. — My boyfriend's parents tell us we'll be hosting evacuee friends tonight, and we help clean a little. They're bringing cats with them but there's already a refugee kitty in the computer room; the outdoor shed is prepped for the new cats though, so they won't need to be in the same space. I debate going home or staying over tonight. Instead of deciding, we cuddle up for the next few hours, and pass out early, before 10 p.m. Daily Total: $12.59 Day Two 6:05 a.m. — I wake up feeling very tired, and check all the updates again: news, friends, fire map. I also check my work; nothing new. Everything is okay, the Napa fire has grown a lot, but thankfully not in the direction of town. I try to go back to sleep but I can't for the next hour. At some point, I fall asleep. 10 a.m. — Omg, I wake up and it's 10. How did that happen?! I decide not to volunteer today and focus on resting and getting a bunch of work done. Before leaving, I snack on tomatoes that are about to go bad and baba ganoush. Petaluma was sent a warning notice this morning, which wasn't an evacuation zone, but which we took to mean, “Get a bag ready in case a fire starts somewhere near you.” 11 a.m. — It's smoky everywhere, but as I stop for gas in Novato, I can see that the sky to the east is distinctly orange. $41 11:30 a.m. — A quick stop at the 99 Ranch Market (big Asian market) because it's on the way. I decide to grab some yam greens, small head of Napa cabbage, sesame mochi balls, and a big bag of Calbee seaweed chips. I've never tried the last two, but they're on sale and I like snacks when I'm stressed. Also, grab a fresh-baked pork sung and green onion bun ($1.75) from the bakery next to the store. I haven't had pork sung (I call it pork floss) in years and so I'm curious if I still like it. I do. It's nicely salty and savory and just what I want for my drive home. $9.04 12 p.m. — I check on the status of everything once I get home. (I am constantly checking so I'll stop mentioning it.) There's not much I can do right now, so I start working. I'm luckily at a bit of a lull in my main work project and nothing crazy or time sensitive is happening this week. My workplace, based in Petaluma, sent out a notice that they'll be paying full wages for this week while the site is closed because of safety and air quality concerns, which I think is nice. Work feels really weird, like I shouldn't be doing normal activities while the world is literally on fire around me. Email is eerily quiet, and it feels like I'm sending out emails into the void since some of the people I work with are not working right now. Why am I working? Should I be volunteering right now? I feel conflicted. I eat a lot of chips and then sesame mochi balls. I also submit 16 hours of sick time for this week, since I haven't been productive this week. 3 p.m. — I start texting my friends who are in the fire-affected cities to see if they want to come over for dinner this weekend. I've got a few takers, so I'm excited to see them and give them hugs. 6:30 p.m. — I am very tempted to make ramen for dinner. The things is, I love ramen, but my body doesn't. I do want greens, so I stick with the plan and make a soup with the yam greens and Napa cabbage. Something about the hot savory broth and silky green leaves is comforting and fills me up with goodness. I make a huge pot, and eat a huge bowl. 9 p.m. — Damn, I have missed the past two days of my pill; this is unfortunate. I must also report that I finished the bag of chips. Daily Total: $50.04 Day Three 7 a.m. — I'm out and at the gym for climbing with my friend. My friend is very stressed about work, but venting and hard climbs make us both feel great. I also find out some good news about the fires, which have gone from being around 3% contained to 18%-24% contained. It's a relief to hear that there is progress. 9:30 a.m. — When I get home, I start work and eat breakfast: soup and an open-faced sandwich with black bean patty and vegan cheese melted all over it. 12:40 p.m. — I snack on a piece of toast with vegan butter. I'm planning to volunteer for the overnight shift tonight, but haven't decided on Napa or Petaluma. My boyfriend says he's down to help, so Petaluma it is. I read an article about a man and his wife surviving the fire in a pool, only to have his wife die in his arms. I burst into tears; the perks of working remotely. 2:15 p.m. — Lunchtime is the same leftovers. I don't mind. 5 p.m. — I'm done with work but I forgot about the rush hour traffic and need to wait it out a bit before I leave. I bring my sleeping bag just in case. $5 bridge toll on my FasTrak account. $5 7:10 p.m. — When I get to the shelter, most of the volunteer work is with donations. There are so many, it almost seems like too many. We make gigantic piles of diapers sorted by size; there's also work unloading donations from cars; and always work sorting and organizing donations. A supervisor tells me that since the Coast Guard is here, it's better for them to do the overnight shifts instead of volunteers. As it becomes dark, it's heartening to see so many folks hustling late. Some parents have brought their elementary school children, who are kicking butt. 9:15 p.m. — By this time, most of the work is done; I head to my boyfriend's place to crash. Daily Total: $5 Day Four 9:15 a.m. — We sleep in because we're a little too tired to do the breakfast shift, 6 a.m. to 10 a.m. 10:15 a.m. — So many more people volunteer when it's daytime! There is tons to do. It's mostly physical, moving stuff everywhere, but much better than staying in one spot folding clothes. 12:30 p.m. — We grab free food at the shelter that will go bad if people don't eat it: bagels, hard-boiled eggs, fruit, salad, and mashed potatoes. 3:30 p.m. — On the way back to Oakland, I grab groceries for the dinner tonight: two cans chickpeas, yogurt, parsley, cilantro, plums, lemon, limes, corn meal, onions, and wine. It's later than I anticipated when we start cooking; my roommate is also cooking for a party tonight so it's a lively scene. I take a shot of whisky because cooking while buzzed is really fun. The air seems good right now so we open the windows for fresh air. It's the first time we've opened the windows since the fire started. $24.93 6:15 p.m. — Some friends come over, and we have a good time chatting and eating dinner. I was expecting more people to show up but it works out well with a few people. We somehow manage to finish most of the food I made (probably because we all continue to munch at the dinner table as the night goes on). Dinner tonight is roasted spiced cauliflower, falafel with an herby yogurt sauce, and polenta. 9:45 p.m. — Our friends head home and there are hugs all around. We clean up and relax until it's time for bed. Daily Total: $24.93 Day Five 9:15 a.m. — Sleeping in is so nice. I'm not sure why I'm sleeping so much these days. 11:30 a.m. — We're going for a hike in the Redwoods. One of the major perks of living in Oakland is that you're generally only a 10-minute drive away from hiking trails and serious forests. It smells like eucalyptus and redwoods so we hike without respirators. 1 p.m. — Back at the house, I start working on Project Tater Tot and eat a snack of yogurt with lemon curd. 2 p.m. — Time for a plum and reheated polenta. I add more bouillon, salt, and a bit of miso, then pour it into a cake pan so I can chill it for later. 3:30 p.m. — I find a group and conference for women in clean tech and sustainability — the membership costs about $150, and the conference is roughly $100. I don't go to any events, but I feel like I should start looking into professional and grassroots communities. I pass on buying anything for now. 4 p.m. — We take a stroll and grab slices of pizza at Arizmendi (fennel, bell peppers, feta, other deliciousness on top), and then decide to also try a slice at Lanesplitter (pesto, olives, tomatoes) before going to see Bladerunner . Boyfriend buys the tickets ($12) since I bought the pizza. $11 7:45 p.m. — Bladerunner was amazing! It's one of those movies that puts me in a contemplative and mischievous zone after. We walk around a bit in the area before we walk home. I read a little bit of a new book ( A Personal Matter ) and then pack up to go back to my boyfriend's place. I always feel like I carry too many bags for a simple overnight trip. I always bring work stuff, project work stuff, a change of clothes, and homemade food so I won't have to buy anything. Bridge toll again. $5 10:30 p.m. — We're both energized but can't stay out too late because there's work tomorrow, so we decide to go inhale junk food. He gets animal fries from In-N-Out and I get curly fries from Jack in the Box. I honestly don't like the In-N-Out fries very much and I haven't had curly fries in years. Sooo good. $3.23 Daily Total: $19.23 Day Six 9:30 a.m. — Head into the office, which feels very normal even though we've been out for a week. The water cooler talk, as expected, is all about the fire and how we've been affected. On the way to work, I take a longer look at my hair, which I thought was in good shape; in reality, it is dying at the ends. I'm seriously overdue for a haircut so I make an appointment when I get to work. It's been a year and a half, and I cringe about having to explain the state of my hair to my hairdresser later. 10:30 a.m. — I eat the yogurt and granola that I brought from home and a plum an hour later. There's also nut mix around the office. Mmm, cashews. 1:45 p.m. — For lunch, there's a bunch of leftover cheese pizza in the work fridge which I know will get thrown out if people don't partake. Free food! (Even though I do feel a bit of pizza overload coming on.) I get into a good groove after lunch and it's a productive day. I chat with a friend at the company about a new role I would possibly take on in a few months. I'm always conflicted between wanting to pursue my Tater Tot Project and my professional career at this company. For now, I feel lucky that I'm able to do both, but I know that if I don't push for career opportunities at my company, I won't get them (when you tell people you want to work part-time, they know you're half out the door). 5:15 p.m. — Head over to chop off some dead hair! It's $30 and I give $9 tip (exactly how much cash I have left). She's really nice and says my hair damage isn't too bad (phew), and proceeds to give me the quickest haircut I've ever had. I get in and out in under 20 minutes. $39 6:15 p.m. — Oh no, my hair is flaring out because it's about shoulder length, which I hate. When she asked if I want layers, I said, “Uh, sure. Why not?” Wrong choice. Why did I do this to myself? I visit my boyfriend before I head home. He does not understand why I'm grumpy about my hair or why I spend five minutes staring in the mirror. 7:20 p.m. — He offers me chicken curry to go with my polenta, which I happily eat for dinner. We listen to an interesting NPR Fresh Air episode about the importance of sleep. By this point, I'm done being upset about my hair. There's nothing I can do about it since my goal other than grow it out. 8:40 p.m. — My boyfriend convinces me to stay a bit longer instead of leaving, so I start working on Project Tater Tot while he reads and makes weird noises on the foam roller. I get in a good two hours of work, hang out a bit, then make the drive home. I am SO happy to be in my own bed, and look forward to staying put for a few days, having some alone time, and getting some work done. Daily Total: $39 Day Seven 8:45 a.m. — I cannot make myself go to the gym in the morning unless I'm meeting someone. So I sleep in until my first meeting starts. I like my job, there's a lot of odds and ends I take care of today, before I do more technical work. It can be hard for people with a bachelor's degree in science to get more interesting jobs, and I think project management is something to keep in mind if it sounds interesting to you. 10:20 a.m. — I make crispy seasoned bean curd, a fried egg, yam greens and Hong Kong noodles with oyster sauce and sesame oil for breakfast. I drink the rest of my soup too. I eat a plum an hour later. 1:45 p.m. — For lunch, I add different seasonings to my polenta to change it up and eat a polenta bowl with garlic, parmesan, and a boatload of fresh parsley. My fridge is out of vegetables, so I'll have to make a trip later today. My friend left me a small green tea ice cream encased in chocolate waffle. I try it and it's really good. I've never had the chocolate and green tea combination before, I tentatively like it. 3 p.m. — Snack on yogurt with lemon curd. 5 p.m. — I do a 20-minute cardio kickboxing workout at home after work is done. I feel disproportionately proud of myself. 6:30 p.m. — I decide to walk to the closest grocery store because I only need veggies. It's nice to get out of the house and keeps me sane. As it turns out, this store is really expensive; I hone in on the sale stuff and grab three zucchinis, two carrots, and a pint of Straus cookies and cream ice cream, which is my current obsession. For dinner, I make pan-fried tofu slices with a Vietnamese marinade, a bunch of veggies (onions, carrot, zucchini), and use some leftover polenta. I share dinner with my roommate, and he shares the cherry kompot (Russian fruit drink) he made. It's really refreshing. I'm happy I've got enough leftovers for the next three meals. $7.84 9 p.m. — I read a few chapters of my new book and mess around on the internet for a while. I do a little bit of research on training classes that would be helpful for my project and might also be helpful for my job. 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