#nakamura x nano

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 1

Catradora - Catra x Adora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) VS. Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Catradora:

the fact the characters (catra and adora) were raised as siblings, their relationship is very abusive and toxic with the characters trying to kill eachother on many occasions. catra is very abusive toward adora. often blackmailing her and phisically harming her. the two end up in a relationship at the end and they have a future thing (idk what to call it) where they get married and the creator confirmed they have a kid together

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

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No propaganda was submitted for Catradora.

Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

[joemama-2]

velvet lies

pairing: gojo x fem reader synopsis: crippling debt and possible evictions have ruined you. working two jobs with no downtime, and a five-year-old son, you really don't know the meaning of taking a break. after continuous questions about his father, you have decided to finally let your son meet his dad. only thing is, he has no idea said son exists. and to top it off, you have not a single clue about what kinds of things will transpire from this sudden revelation. wc: 11.9k tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, romance, alcohol, classism, mom! reader, lying, abuse, MAJOR angst, slow burn, exes to lovers, (mentions of) cheating, scandals, death, blood, drugs, drama, family drama, miscommunication, blackmail, unhealthy coping mechanisms , depression, manipulation a/n: dishin these chaps out series masterlist < previous chapter < next chapter

Himari is not having a good day. 

First, her burgundy patent leather Saint Laurent Nano Sac De Jour bag is ruined by the help accidentally dropping it on the dirty sidewalk, she lost her favorite lipgloss, and finally, probably the worst of them all, her so-called “boyfriend” isn’t acting very boyfriendly. Sure, he took her out just last night for dinner, and sure he fucked her good when they got back to her place, but he left before she even woke up. Treating her like she’s just a dirty hooker. He’s barely even responding to her texts, letting his ringing go to voicemail. She’s confused, annoyed, and extremely infuriated. There’s no reason for him to be acting like this all of a sudden; she’s his girlfriend for crying out loud.

So why is he being so secretive and mysterious all of a sudden? Why is he almost acting like he doesn’t have a girlfriend?

The sound of her red bottom heels pacing her living room is the only thing heard in the spacious environment. Biting her French-tipped thumbnail, eyes flickering to her cell phone that lays face up on the glass coffee table constantly. She has a right to act this way, she thinks to herself. Did she do something wrong? Did she make him mad? The sharp click of her red-bottom heels echoes through the pristine silence of her living room, the noise rhythmic but erratic as her thoughts spiral. Himari continues to gnaw on her perfectly manicured French-tipped nail, her polished demeanor crumbling bit by bit. As she keeps looking back at her phone, it’s like a silent challenge she can’t seem to ignore. The empty screen glares back at her, fueling her growing anxiety. She’s his girlfriend, after all. What could she have said wrong? She doesn’t remember doing anything to upset him. 

Her mind races, replaying every interaction over the past few days. The dinner last night, the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. The fleeting moments of silence during their conversations, like he was somewhere else entirely. And this morning—no note, no text, no explanation. Just...nothing. She takes a seat and her nails dig into the leather armrest of her designer couch. Glaring at her phone again, willing it to light up with his name. But of course, the screen remains stubbornly dark.

No. This isn’t her fault. Satoru is the one being distant and evasive. He’s the one shutting her out. This is not her fault.  Her heel taps against the floor, her frustration bubbling over. Maybe he’s testing her, she reasons. Trying to see if she’ll chase him. What a bastard.

Her jaw tightens, her perfectly sculpted features twisted in a mixture of anger and determination. Twirling a piece of her long, lusciously healthy caramel hair. No, she decides, she won’t let him get away with this. She’s not some woman he can keep on the sidelines, only to toss a crumb of attention whenever it suits him. If Satoru thinks she’ll just sit here and wait, he’s gravely mistaken. She’s Himari Nakamura for god’s sake, her parents own Tenka Couture—one of the most, if not the most sought out and luxurious fashion brand in all of Japan. 

She grabs her phone and scrolls through her contacts, pausing at his name. Her thumb hovers over the call button, but instead, she opts for something more pointed—a text, again.

We need to talk. Don’t keep me waiting.

The message is curt, sharp, and dripping with the subtle implication that she’s losing patience. Tossing the phone back on the table, she exhales sharply, her chest rising and falling as she tries to reel in her emotions. But it’s no use. The uncertainty, the rejection—it’s eating her alive.

Himari’s gaze flickers to the ornate mirror hanging on the far wall, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of vulnerability and fury. She’s not used to feeling like this—out of control, discarded. Satoru has always been the one to chase, to charm, to reassure her of her place in his life.

So why now? Why does it feel like he’s slipping through her fingers?

A sudden, dark thought creeps into her mind, unbidden but insistent. What if there’s someone else?

Her stomach churns, the idea sending a fresh wave of anger coursing through her veins. No. That can’t be it. Satoru wouldn’t dare. Would he? The phone buzzes, jolting her from her spiraling thoughts. Her heart leaps, but when she sees the name on the screen, her hope evaporates.

It’s not Satoru. It’s his mother. She stares at the screen, her thumb hesitating over the answer button. What could she possibly want? She finally concedes, pushing her hair over her shoulder, and smiling. “Hello, Mrs. Gojo. What a pleasure to speak to you again.” She greets the older woman on the phone with a wave of politeness. 

“Ah, yes. Himari, are you busy right now?” Satoru’s mother, Akane Gojo, replies back. Her aged voice mixed with a hint of reluctance that makes Himari want to call her a bitch. She doesn’t—she’ll never. She’s not that idiotic. 

“No, ma’am. I’m not, may I ask why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you happened to know where my son is. My husband has been trying to get a hold of him all day and he isn’t answering. Is he with you?”

So, he’s not with his parents either. That’s even more shady. Just what the hell is he up to? “No, actually, I don’t know where he is. I haven’t seen him since yesterday. I was starting to get a little worried.”

Himari hears the other woman sighing over the phone, muttering something about how her son is a headache. "Well," Akane begins again, her tone sharp with a tinge of frustration, "if you do hear from him, could you tell him to stop avoiding his family? It's unlike him to ignore us like this."

"Of course, ma'am. I'll let him know as soon as I can." Himari’s voice is syrupy sweet, masking her own irritation.

"Good. Thank you, dear." There's a beat of silence before Akane continues, her tone shifting to something more pointed. "And, Himari, I hope you understand how important Satoru's family obligations are. It’s important he doesn’t forget that."

Himari freezes for a moment, the subtle jab not lost on her. "Of course, ma'am," she replies smoothly, though her grip tightens on the phone. The call ends, leaving Himari staring at the blank screen, her mind racing. Family obligations. Avoiding his parents. Acting strange. All of it points to one undeniable truth: Satoru is hiding something. Her nails drum against the glass coffee table as she processes Akane's words. For a moment, she considers whether Satoru’s mysterious behavior has to do with the Gojo Group’s business dealings. But no, he’s always managed to balance that side of his life without much issue.

This time, it feels...personal almost. She stands abruptly, pacing the length of her living room once more. If his own mother doesn’t know where he is, then who does? 

Satoru, the wealthy, trust fund man that he is, has multiple places he calls homes. It’s proof of the fact that he has money, lots of it—more than what he knows what to do with. There’s the high-rise penthouse, where most people will find him. Next, the Next, the sprawling countryside estate nestled just outside the city—a retreat designed for privacy, complete with lush gardens, a pristine pool, and the kind of modern architecture that graces the covers of luxury magazines. This place, he rarely visits, but it’s there, waiting for him whenever he craves solitude away from the chaos of his social and family obligations. Then there’s the minimalist townhouse downtown, a sleek and understated property he keeps for the sake of convenience. Its location near the financial district makes it the perfect spot for impromptu meetings or when he wants to blend into the hustle and bustle of the city without drawing too much attention.

And finally, there’s the seaside villa. A true gem perched on a cliff with an uninterrupted view of the ocean. It's a home reserved for moments when life feels particularly overwhelming, a place where he can lose himself in the sound of the waves crashing below and the horizon stretching endlessly before him. Each property represents a different facet of his life: the penthouse for the public figure, the estate for the privileged heir, the townhouse for the businessman, and the villa for the man who sometimes just wants to escape it all.

Despite all these homes, none of them feel like home.

Lately, though, he’s been spending more time in places that aren’t tied to his wealth—places like a run-down apartment complex on the other side of town. It’s jarring, even for him, to walk through the cracked pavement and hear the hum of buzzing fluorescent lights in the lobby. But that’s where she is. Where they are. 

After seeing that place for the first time a few days ago, he automatically felt uneasy—maybe even disgusted. That is not the kind of place he wants his son being raised, where he wants you living. It’s a place for the unsavory group of people. Sure, it’s a little thoughtless of him to think these things because everyone has different situations, like you for example. But as stated before, he’s a spoiled brat to the core. So while he didn’t outwardly show it (at least he thinks so), Satoru hates the place you and his son call home. 

He’s brewing in these thoughts in his villa. Sitting on the white lawn chair, watching the pearly waves hit the shore and back. His phone’s on silent, taking pleasure in his solitude. For a second, he entertains the brief thought of being with his son and you instead. He can imagine the smile that grows on his face, watching the pretty sight in front of him. He can almost picture it clearly: the sight of you two laughing, Koji’s excited chatter, and the way your eyes soften when you look at him. It’s a nice thought, but he quickly dismisses it. You’ve made your choices, his choices for him. 

Still, the image lingers in his mind. Koji, smiling up at him, full of admiration. You, guarded yet warm, offering him a smile that could mean more if he allowed himself to lean into it. The waves crash again, louder this time, and Satoru snaps out of his reverie. His fingers twitch at the side of his chair, but he doesn’t reach for his phone. Instead, he forces himself to stay present. The world he’s created for himself is simpler when it’s just him. No obligations, no questions he doesn’t want to answer. But that image of you and Koji is still there, in the back of his mind. 

He doesn’t know why, sure he can imagine himself being with his son. But you too? The woman who lied behind his back for years, the woman who he doesn’t know would’ve ever told him if his best friend didn’t run into you? He sighs, a frustration that isn’t entirely his own settling in his chest. The villa’s quiet, but his thoughts are anything but. He looks out over the horizon, trying to push the feelings away, but they remain, a constant whisper in the back of his mind. What if things could be different? 

But there’s no going back now. The phone buzzes again, but this time, he ignores it. He can’t afford to entertain any distractions—not now. The solitude feels safer, at least for now. He’ll drive back in a few hours, but for now, he likes it here. 

“You look like you’d be a good mom.”

You falter, hands pausing around the pot of hyacinths. Giving your boyfriend a weird look, one of confusion and small disbelief. “Hah, what?”

He simply shrugs, watching you go back to fixing the displays of flowers. He’s half tempted to spout some cheesy line about how you’re prettier than the plants, but he’s already done that five times today. He watches you with that signature grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing. “What? It’s true,” he says with a shrug, his pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement.“Yeah, you know—you got those like, instinctual mother thingies.”

“What even makes you say that?” You huff. 

“I’ve seen you with kids.”

“And?”

“Andddd,” he drags the words out, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I like it, looks good.”

You can’t help but snort, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No, really,” he insists, his tone softening just enough to make you glance up at him again. “You’re kind, patient—except with me, obviously—and you care. It’s cute.”

Despite yourself, a small smile tugs at your lips. “You’re so weird to even be thinking about that right now.”

“Maybe,” he says, stepping closer and brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “But I’m not wrong.” For a moment, his words hang in the air, and you find yourself wondering what it might mean—if he’s just teasing, or if he’s thinking about something more. The thought makes your chest tighten in a way you can’t quite name.

“You’re really something, Gojo,” you mutter, shaking your head as you turn back to the flowers, hoping he doesn’t notice the faint warmth creeping up your cheeks. “We’re nineteen and you’re immature.”

“Something amazing, obviously,” he replies without missing a beat, his grin widening. And just like that, the moment lightens, though his words linger in the back of your mind long after he’s stopped teasing. “And I’m not immature—at least not too much.”

You hum, rolling your eyes. “Debatable.”

He leans on the counter again, his head tilted as he watches you with that annoyingly familiar mix of mischief and curiosity. “Debatable? Come on. I’m the perfect blend of maturity and charm. Like... the top-tier boyfriend package.”

“Top-tier, huh?” you say dryly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips despite yourself. “Is that what you call forgetting our coffee date last week?”

“That was one time!” he protests, holding up a hand like he’s pleading his case in court. “And I made up for it, didn’t I? Flowers and donuts. And sex.”

“Uh-huh, right, right.” You dismissively respond. 

“You know, someday you’re going to look back at nineteen-year-old me and think, ‘Wow, I was so lucky to date this guy.’”

“Or I’ll think, ‘What was I thinking?’” you counter, though your smile gives you away.

Satoru laughs, his hand brushing against yours for just a moment as he reaches for the pot of hyacinths. “Nah, you’ll think, ‘Man, this guy’s been stealing my heart since day one.’”

You roll your eyes again, but the warmth in your chest lingers. Even if you won’t admit it, a small part of you wonders if he’s right.

You sigh this time, brushing your hand over the petals of the purple hyacinth. Its fragrance fills the space between you two, sweet and heavy, like the weight of the moment you’re trying to ignore. “You’re way too confident, you know that?”

“I prefer the term self-assured,” Satoru counters, but there’s something softer in his tone now. Less teasing, more genuine. He leans a little closer, his eyes fixed on you like he’s trying to memorize this moment. “And hey, don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Your fingers are still against the stem, and for just a second, the air shifts. His words hang between you like a thread, fragile and thin, threatening to snap. “You’re exhausting, Gojo,” you murmur, your voice quieter this time. But there’s no bite to your words, only a faint ache you can’t quite name. 

“And yet, you keep me around,” he says softly, his grin faltering into something smaller, more vulnerable. His hand brushes against yours again, deliberate this time, and your breath catches. His longer fingers interlacing with your own, bringing the back of your hand up to plant one kiss, then another, and another to your skin—slowly making his way up your arm.

“Sometimes I wonder why,” you admit, a half-hearted laugh escaping you as you shake your head. The pot in your hands feels heavier than it should, your grip tightening just slightly. Reveling in the warm feeling of his lips, a small breath of air leaving you.

He doesn’t answer right away, and when you glance up at him, you find his gaze steady on yours. There’s no mischief now, no playful grin. Just him. Just Satoru. “Maybe it’s because we fit,” he says finally, his voice almost a whisper. “Even if it’s messy or complicated... it feels like it’s supposed to be this way.” His lips are now on your shoulder, marking up to your neck; to which he spends extra time at.

Your chest tightens, and you quickly look back at the flowers, pretending to adjust the display again. “You’re talking like we’re some kind of fairytale, Satoru.” Your hand lets go of the pot, settling it back on its shelf. Cheeks beginning to heat up and you do your best to hold in the pathetic mewl that threatens to leave your mouth when he sucks just a little too sharp.

“Maybe we are,” he replies without hesitation, and there’s a sincerity in his voice that makes your heart ache. But fairytales don’t last, you think, the thought clawing at the edges of your mind like a dark shadow. You don’t say it out loud, though. Instead, you force a small laugh, pushing the heaviness aside.

“You’re too much,” you murmur, shaking your head again, eyes closing shut.

Satoru watches you for a long moment before leaning up to your ear. You feel his grin returning, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Maybe. But you love me anyway.”

You don’t respond, but the silence that follows feels louder than it should. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know this moment—this version of you and him—is fleeting. Like the flowers in the pot before you, it’s beautiful, but it won’t last forever, especially with how…different you two are. You don’t tell him that, though. Instead, you smile faintly, keeping your eyes on the flowers, and let the moment linger just a little longer. Letting him continue to worship your skin in kisses, reaching your lips in a magnetizing way that always leaves you begging for more. It’s your own way of letting yourself bask in the simplicity and intimacy of one another, pushing back the brutal thought that this could all change. 

Preparing yourself for the worst, the inevitable because you’re too afraid to admit to yourself that you’re already playing a dangerous game, already biting off more than you can chew. 

The weight of your unspoken fears settles heavily in your chest, threatening to suffocate the fragile warmth between you. Still, you cling to it—this fleeting moment of love—as if holding on tightly enough might make it last. Satoru reaches out again with his other hand, his fingers ghosting over yours, but this time it feels different. Less playful, more deliberate, like he knows something you’re too scared to confront. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, a reminder that he’s here now, that you’re here now.

But for how long?

You glance up at him, catching the faint crease between his brows, the way his lips twitch as though he’s searching for the right words. Or maybe he’s feeling the same quiet dread you are, that bitter knowledge that life has a way of pulling things apart, no matter how tightly you try to hold them together.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. His teasing bravado is gone, leaving only raw sincerity behind.

You force a smile, one you know doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah. Just... thinking.”

“About?” he presses gently, his gaze unwavering, his thumb moving across your cheekbone gently.

“Nothing,” you lie, your fingers brushing over the petals again, grounding yourself in their softness. “It’s nothing.” Satoru doesn’t believe you, you can tell by the way his eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he leans back, his shoulders relaxing as he shifts the conversation.

“Y’know,” he begins, his grin returning, though softer now, “if you ever get tired of the flowers, I’m always available for career advice. I’m an excellent life coach.”

You laugh despite yourself, the sound thin but authentic. “Yeah? What’s your first piece of advice?”

“Marry rich,” he quips, winking, but the joke falls a little flat. “Meaning me, baby,” he adds, bringing you close by an arm to your shoulders, kissing your temple. You shake your head, but the laughter fades too quickly, leaving you both in the quiet again. The thought returns, sharper now, that this could all slip through your fingers.

And maybe that’s why you let yourself lean into him just a little more, let the edge of your shoulder brush against his. It’s why you kiss him back when he leans back into your lips. It’s not much, but it’s your way of holding onto this moment, even as the inevitability of its end looms over you like a storm cloud. Because deep down, you already know the truth: you’re playing with fire, and it’s only a matter of time before the flames consume you. 

You already know a man like Satoru Gojo would never stay with someone like you.

You jolt upright at the sound of your blaring, very annoying alarm. Quickly turning it off, you give yourself a moment to blanky stare at your sheets. Rubbing your eyes. Were you really just dreaming about that? Or no, it wasn’t a dream—but a memory. A distinct, longing feeling begins to pool in your gut. The kind that makes you feel numb and unresponsive, the kind you get when you just dream about some mystery man you fell in love with but can’t remember his face. You shake your head, trying to push the feeling away as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. The room feels colder than usual, the early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. It’s a struggle to move, the weight of that memory—no, that ghost of a feeling—pressing down on you.

Satoru.

What once was.

The way your chest tightens, the ache that feels both familiar and unwelcome, tells you everything. You can almost hear his voice, playful and warm, teasing you like he always used to. You can almost feel his touch, fleeting but deliberate, like he was trying to leave a mark without you noticing.

God, why now? For what reason? You’ve long been over him, haven’t you? No doubt he has, considering he’s more than likely dating someone right now. You wonder when—or if—he’ll tell you. He has to, right? Because if this woman will possibly be around your son in the future, you have to know who she is, just like she has to know who you are. And if she and Satoru perhaps get married in the fu—

You quickly stop your train of thought.

You run a hand through your hair, trying to shake it off. There’s no time for this. You have too much on your plate to sit here drowning in nostalgia. The rent. Koji. Work. Life doesn’t pause just because your subconscious decided to dig up a piece of your past you’ve tried to bury. But the feeling lingers, refusing to let go. You stumble into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in the hopes that it’ll snap you out of it. For a second, it works. The chill jolts you awake, and you grip the edges of the sink, staring at your reflection.

“You’re fine,” you mutter under your breath. “It’s just a memory.” But your reflection doesn’t look very convinced.

Busying yourself with your other life and mom responsibilities proves to work, the thought of your dream this morning and Satoru in general being pushed to the back burner. You rather it be this way, it’s easier to function. 

“I’ll probably be a little late to pick you up from school today, Koji.” You tell your son, hand clutching his as you make the way to his school. The morning is colder, having dressed him in a puffy jacket, a beanie, scarf, and cute mittens you crocheted when you had the passion. 

He looks up at you, bottom lip jutting out into a frown. “Why?”

You sigh, not sure how to explicitly explain that you’ll be putting in an extra hour today at the cafe so you can scrounge up as much money as you can for the money due this Friday—in two days from now. It really feels impossible, but you’ll find a way. “Mama has to work a little longer today, I’m sorry.”

Koji’s frown deepens, his small brows furrowing as he kicks a pebble along the sidewalk. "It's okay, Mama. I can wait." His words are simple, but the way he says them—the way he tries to be understanding beyond his years—makes your heart ache. You hate this. Hate that he even has to think like this. He should be carefree, worrying about which dinosaur to play with or what snack he’ll get after school. Not whether his mama is working herself into the ground. 

You’re feeling extreme guilt again. Wondering and worrying that you’re making him grow up too fast. But tons of kids stay a bit later at school when waiting for their parents to pick them up, don’t they?  You force a smile, squeezing his hand gently. "Thank you, baby. You're such a good boy."

His face lights up at the praise—as always. He starts talking about what he’s looking forward to in class today. You nod and hum along as he chatters, trying to match his energy, but your mind is already elsewhere. Two days.

You’re running out of time, and no matter how many hours you squeeze into the day, it doesn’t feel like enough. You’ve thought about asking for help, swallowing your pride just this once, but the options are limited. The last thing you want is to open that door with Satoru, and there’s no one else who can offer the kind of money you need.

By the time you reach the school gates, you’re exhausted—mentally more than physically. Kneeling to adjust Koji’s scarf and beanie, you kiss his cheek and give him your warmest smile. "I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? I promise. I love you."

"Okay, Mama. I love you too," he says, his grin wide and trusting as he hugs you tightly before running off to join his classmates. You stand there for a moment, watching him go, before turning and heading toward the café. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of your reality pressing down on you.

Two days. And not a second to waste.

But just because things never seem to go right for you, Mr. Ito comes out from the classroom, standing by his door. “Oh, Ms. Y/N? Good morning.”

Jesus Christ, can he just take a fucking hint. You’re literally walking away. However, you put on a facade of politeness and turn around to face him, holding back a scowl at his ever-present smile. “Good morning, Mr. Ito.”  

He spares a quick glance into his growing room of children before stepping away and closer to you. Instinctively, you take a small one back. “How are you today?”

“I’m great.”

“That’s good to hear,” he nods, clasping his hands behind his back. His eyes do a quick scan of you, and you could almost swear you see his smile widen—like he’s appreciating the sight. Dirty bastard. 

You suppress a shudder, keeping your expression neutral. This obviously isn’t the first time Mr. Ito has made you uncomfortable, but you’ve learned to play nice for Koji’s sake. After all, the last thing you want is to make things awkward between your son and his teacher. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ito, but I really need to get to work,” you say, shifting your weight to one foot, hoping he gets the hint.

“Oh, of course,” he replies, though he doesn’t move away. “I just wanted to tell you how impressed I am with Koji’s improvement with his behavior. He’s such a bright boy, and so polite too. A testament to your parenting, I’m sure.”

There’s something about the way he says it—too smooth, too rehearsed—that makes your stomach churn. You force a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. Koji works very hard.”

“Yes, well, if you ever need to discuss his progress or anything else, my door is always open. Even outside of school hours,” he adds, his tone far too suggestive for your liking. 

Didn’t he already say this line before? Your grip tightens on your bag, but you keep your composure. “That’s kind of you, Mr. Ito. Have a good day.” Before he can respond, you turn on your heel and walk away, heart pounding. The nerve of that man. You’d always sensed something was off about him, but lately, he’s been crossing more lines, and you’re starting to feel trapped.

It’s not like you can pull Koji out of the school—this is the best option you can afford right now. And confronting Mr. Ito? That could easily backfire, making Koji’s time in class unbearable. As you walk to work, the weight of your problems feels heavier than ever. The looming eviction notice, the landlord’s constant pressure, and now, Mr. Ito’s thinly veiled advances.

Two days. 

You shake your head, forcing yourself to focus. You don’t have time to worry about Mr. Ito or anything else. Right now, all that matters is making it to Friday.

“Did you yell at her?” is the first thing Suguru asks. After not seeing his best friend for a week, Satoru would’ve thought he’d have something else to say. However, he can imagine he just wants to get down to the point after he sent the black-haired man a message about seeing you for the first time again. 

“No, I didn’t.” Satoru cooly responds, finger tapping along the glass rim of his overly sugar-infested coffee. Suguru takes a seat across from him, giving his friend an analytical glare. Satoru’s dining room, save for the weird tension of words having yet to be spoken. 

Suguru leans back in the chair, crossing his arms. "So, what did you do then? Stare at her like a creep?"

Satoru's lips twitch into a smirk, but there’s no humor in it. "I talked to her, obviously."

"Obviously," Suguru repeats, the sarcasm thick. He glances at the untouched plate of food in front of him. "And how’d that go?"

Satoru shrugs, the motion too nonchalant to be genuine. “She was...surprised. And emotional, but I can’t really blame her for that.”

"Emotional, huh?" Suguru raises a brow. “Did she apologize?” 

Satoru nods. 

"I’m guessing you didn’t hold back."

"Why should I have?" Satoru snaps, his voice sharper than he intended. "She’s lucky I didn’t do worse, she honestly deserves every single fucking thing I told her, and more.”

Suguru doesn’t flinch at the outburst. Instead, he lets the words hang in the air, his silence more pointed than anything he could’ve said. Satoru sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t yell at her, okay? I barely even argued. I just...listened and answered.”

"And what did she say?"

Satoru hesitates, his eyes drifting to the cityscape visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse. “She told me why she kept it a secret, how she felt, and whatever.” Satoru's jaw clenches, the memory of seeing you cry filling him with dread—like it used to way back then. He’s surprised he was that receptive to it, especially that quickly. Luckily, he held back the almost innate urge to bring you into your arms and comfort you. Because again, you don’t deserve his comfort right now.

Suguru pauses, letting his own curiosity win over. “Well…why did she do it?”

There’s a moment of still quietness while Satoru thinks over the other man’s question. Satoru’s gaze remains fixed on the cityscape, the towering buildings blurring as his thoughts churn. His chest feels tight, a cocktail of emotions he doesn’t have the energy to name swirling in his gut. Anger, hurt, guilt—they’re all there, fighting for dominance. “She didn’t give me a chance,” Satoru mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “She decided for me. Like I didn’t deserve to know. Like I wouldn’t have...tried.” He swallows hard, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. He’s never been good at this—this vulnerable, messy part of himself. The part that cares too much, that aches too deeply. “I’m angry,” he finally admits, his fingers drumming against the table. “I’m so fucking angry at her for thinking so little of me. But at the same time... I…I think I get it. It was the rejection she was scared of, the first failed attempt, she didn’t want Koji growing up like me, she…she didn’t think I was ready, either. She said she was trying to protect us all.” His words are low and hushed, even reciting them making him feel as if he needs to spill his guts. “She doesn’t deserve it, she doesn’t deserve my understanding, my empathy for her, she…she doesn’t deserve anything. I shouldn’t feel bad for her, I shouldn’t. But I do for some fucking reason, and it’s making me so fucking confused.”

Suguru doesn’t interrupt, letting him vent. Satoru’s words come faster now, spilling out like a dam breaking. “And now, I’m just...stuck. Stuck between being pissed off at her and hating myself for thinking she’s right.” He runs a hand through his hair again, tugging at the roots as if the pain will ground him. “Because she was right, wasn’t she? I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I would’ve run. I would’ve hurt her in ways she didn’t deserve.”

The admission tastes bitter on his tongue, and for once, Satoru doesn’t try to mask it with bravado or a joke. “But now,” he continues, his voice softer, tinged with something vulnerable, “I just keep thinking about Koji. About all the time I lost. About how I don’t even know how to be a dad, let alone his dad.”

Suguru leans back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Do you want to be his dad?”

Satoru doesn’t answer immediately. His thoughts drift to Koji’s small, curious eyes, the way the boy had looked at him with a mix of wonder and wariness. The way they got along so well, so quickly. The way the boy was so excited to teach his dad about dinosaurs, to play with him, to his infectious laugh when Satoru lifted him high up in the air. “I don’t know how to,” Satoru finally admits, his voice breaking slightly. “But I want to try.”

Suguru nods slowly, his gaze steady. “Then that’s a start.”

Satoru exhales, the weight on his chest lifting just slightly. But even as the conversation eases, the storm in his mind rages on. Because no matter how much he wants to move forward, the shadows of the past—and the fear of screwing up—loom large. And the fact that he doesn’t know how he can get resolve things with you. How is he just supposed to co-parent and see your face so casually after what you did? 

Is he supposed to just remain cordial? Closed off? Or should he try to fix things? 

But what things even need fixing, there’s nothing between you two. There’s no “them” anymore. There hasn’t been for years. And if there were, shouldn’t that be your job? This entire situation is your fault. You should be the one begging on your knees for forgiveness, you should be groveling for the fact that you kept his son a secret. He’s justified, isn’t he? In being cold? Closed off? In letting you feel every ounce of the pain you caused him? 

The bitterness twists in his chest, a dark, venomous thing that urges him to lash out, to make you feel as helpless and raw as he does. For a fleeting, horrifying moment, the thought slithers in: You should be the one who’s grateful that he didn’t do anything extreme like try to take Koji away from yo–

What the hell are you saying? 

He feels convicted suddenly, wanting to punch himself for even daring to think such an evil thing. Is he that angry? Petty? Does he want to get back at you that bad that he’d threaten to take away your kid from you? The thought makes his stomach churn, the self-loathing hitting him like a punch to the gut. His grip on the edge of the table tightens, knuckles whitening. He’s not that kind of person. He’s not that cruel. No matter how angry, how hurt he feels, he couldn’t do something so vile.

He’s just not. But he just feels so conflicted and…unsure about everything. 

But the anger doesn’t vanish—it just twists into something deeper, more insidious. He feels so troubled, so lost in the storm of emotions that he can’t tell which way is up anymore. And yet... amidst all that chaos, there’s another image. One that keeps replaying in his head like a stubborn melody.

Because he could see it—see how your eyes lit up with a motherly joy after Koji called your name for attention, how you smiled instinctually when seeing your son, how your voice softened so perfectly it practically pulled him in too. He sees the way your face relaxed when Koji tugged at your sleeve, the way your whole being seemed to light up just from hearing his voice. The joy, the pride, the pure, unfiltered love that radiated from you—so natural, so raw, it made him pause.

And for a split second, Satoru forgot the anger, the betrayal, the hurt. He only saw you. You, as a mother. You, as Koji’s mother. Somewhere in the muddled mess of his thoughts, an ache blooms. Not just for the time he lost with Koji, but for the life he lost with you. Because no matter how hard he tries to deny it, part of him still remembers the way you used to smile at him like that. And the other part of him wonders if he’ll ever see it again. 

The war in Satoru’s mind is relentless, his thoughts ricocheting between anger and guilt, blame, understanding, and even longing. Every time he tries to land on a conclusion, another surge of emotions pulls him in a different direction.

Satoru clenches his jaw, his finger now still against the coffee glass. “I didn’t know about Koji.”

“No, but you knew about her.”

The words hit harder than Satoru wants to admit. He doesn’t respond, and Suguru doesn’t push, though the weight of his stare lingers. After a moment, Suguru sighs. “Look, man. If you’re serious about making things right, about stepping up and being a father, you can’t go back. Sure, you just met the boy, but it’s up to you and her to make sure you make up for the time you lost with him—to create even more memories with him. You have to prove you’ll be there for him.”

Satoru looks up at him, his eyes shadowed with something Suguru rarely sees in his best friend—doubt. “And if it’s too late?”

Suguru gives him a small, sad smile. “Then you make sure it’s not.”

It’s around nine at night, the convenience store’s ambience slowly drifting you into a sleepy state before you catch your head upright. It sucks having to force yourself to stay awake, already on your third cup of coffee today with two espresso shots. At this rate, you don’t know if you’ll be able to sleep, but it’s better that than not getting through your days at work. If anything, you can try melatonin again, even if that is just a blatant scam.

Scrolling on your phone through Indeed, Zip Recruiter, and LinkedIn. You hate seeing the same few jobs that say they’re hiring, but ghost you. Or the jobs that you seem completely too unqualified for that it makes you self-concsious. You’re aware you didn’t finish college, very aware. A part at you constantly eats away at your soul, mind running to the loud thoughts of “what if”. What if you finished college? What if you didn’t have Koji? You quickly push that idea away, feeling mad at yourself. You wonder if it’s bad of you to think about never being a mother—if other parents do that too.

It’s just a simple thought. You don’t regret Koji, you never could or would. Still, you can’t stop thinking at time about how life would be if you had a child later on in life. If you had a stable job, life, everything. Would things be better—different? Would Koji have been happier?

The thoughts gnaw at the edges of your mind as you sip from the coffee cup, the bitter liquid doing little to soothe the ache growing in your chest. The sinfulness hits you almost immediately, sharp and unforgiving. It feels wrong to even entertain the idea of a life without Koji, like some kind of betrayal to the tiny, beautiful soul who depends on you.

But you’re tired—so, so tired. And sometimes, when the weight of it all feels like too much to bear, those questions creep in, uninvited and insidious. They don’t mean you love Koji any less. You know that. Still, the mere existence of the thoughts makes you feel like a failure, like you’re not doing enough or being enough. You scroll through the endless job listings again, each rejection or impossibility hammering another nail into the coffin of your hope. A lump forms in your throat as you stare at the screen. Your hands tremble slightly, whether from exhaustion or the overwhelming sense of inadequacy, you’re not sure.

Again, you shake your head, forcing the thoughts away, but they linger like a shadow you can’t quite shake. Koji’s smile flashes in your mind, bright and pure, his laughter echoing in your memory. He’s your light, your anchor in the chaos. No matter how hard things get, you always find your way back to him. But even as you remind yourself of that, the doubts creep back in. Are you enough for him? Are you giving him the life he deserves? You hate that your answer feels so uncertain.

The soft hum of the convenience store's fluorescent lights pulls you back to the present. You set your phone down, closing your eyes for a moment as you press your palms against your forehead. You want to cry but know you can’t afford the luxury of breaking down, not here, not now.

The truth is, no matter how much you love Koji, you feel like you’re drowning. You’re just too good at treading water, keeping your head barely above the surface, to let anyone notice.

And so, you lose focus on your phone and exist in the present. You can’t change the past, but you can change your now, and your future. That starts with working hard, harder than you ever thought you could. The people who rise to the top, the people like Satoru, they fight for what they have. It’s a dog eat dog world out here, and you’d be damned if you let someone else best you. 

You’re the ruler in your own life, not Satoru, not money, not evictions, nothing. It’s you. It’ll always be you. You’ve been working since you were fourteen, practically emancipated because your own sorry excuse of parents couldn’t have been more bothered. 

That’s another thing that’s your driving force. Just like how you didn’t want Koji to grow up like Satoru, you didn’t want him to grow up like how you did either. You would never—ever—be like them. You pledged that, took an oath. Sure, things aren’t looking very good right now. But you’re strong, resilient, smart. You will get through this. For Koji, and for yourself. 

Hard workers get what they worked for. You’ll be there soon. Patience is a virtue, and slow and steady wins the race. 

Almost two hours have passed, once again putting in an extra hour. Right in the middle of ringing up some drunken college girls who came in for snacks, your phone in front of the register rings. You look down, it displays a number you know by heart. Mumbling a ‘have a good night’ to the girls who stumble their way out, you take the liberty to answer; not before you take a deep breath in, however. 

“Hello?”

“Hey.” 

“Um…hey. Can I help you?”

“I’m coming over tomorrow.”

You pause for a moment, the phone pressed tightly to your ear as Satoru's words register. It takes a second too long for you to find your voice again, the casual confidence in his tone throwing you off balance. “Tomorrow?” you repeat, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sudden swirl of emotions his call stirs. “Okay, why?”

He scoffs. “Because I want to see him,” Satoru says simply, as if his answer explains everything.

Your lips purse, a mix of frustration and anxiety bubbling to the surface. “Satoru, it’s not that simple—”

“It is that simple,” he interrupts, his voice calm but laced with a sharp edge. “I haven’t seen him in a few days. I’m not waiting any longer, I want to see my son.”

Your grip tightens on the phone as your free hand balls into a fist at your side. The words you want to say die in your throat, the late hour and your sheer exhaustion making it hard to form a coherent argument. “I…I–I have work tomorrow, he has school.”

“So I’ll come over when he’s out of school,” he counters, his tone softening slightly but still resolute. “Look, I’m not trying to fight with you. I just want to see my son. We’ll figure the rest out as we go.”

You glance around the empty store, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows. The reality of the situation presses down on you, the fact that this is something you’ll have to get used to, have to allow. Because he deserves it. “Fine,” you say quietly, your voice almost a whisper. “He’s off at 2:30, we get home around 2:40, you can be there by that time.”

“I’ll text before I get there,” he promises, though the nonchalant way he says it doesn’t do much to ease your questionable nerves. “See you tomorrow.”

The line goes dead before you can respond, leaving you standing there in the dim light of the convenience store, the phone still pressed to your ear. Tomorrow. You set the phone down, your hands trembling slightly, unsure as to why. It’s just the fatigue. Or maybe it’s the fact that Satoru is officially back in your life, his face will be a regular occurrence now. 

He’s here for Koji. That’s all. Don’t look into it.

When you slug back home, the first thing you do—after paying Sana—is count your money. Mr. Sato needs around four thousand dollars, you’re still fucking short. 

“Nine-hundred.”

“Thousand.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

A thousand short, plus another hundred for the utilities. And he needs it by Friday. It’s Wednesday. 

On a scale from one to ten of how screwed you are, you’d give yourself an eleven. It’s hard to even admit that to yourself, feeling your hot tears wet the green paper in frustration. Gritting your teeth so hard you can hear the creaking of your muscles in your ears, a ringing noise following after. You sit there, staring at the bills fanned out on the table like they’re mocking you. The tears won’t stop, blurring the numbers, but you know them by heart. A thousand short for rent, a hundred for utilities, and nothing left for groceries or the babysitter fees piling up in the back of your mind. 

You take a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down, but it’s like trying to hold back a tidal wave. The frustration spills over, hot and suffocating, as you swipe the money off the table in a fit of anger. The bills scatter across the floor like fallen leaves, and for a moment, you just sit there, trembling in the silence. “Goddamn it,” you mutter under your breath, clutching your head as if that’ll stop the spiral of thoughts. You can feel the panic rising, the way it always does when you’re this close to breaking. How are you supposed to keep everything together when the universe seems hell-bent on tearing it apart? You can already feel your migraine coming back like an old friend, feeling its twisting and pulling on your brain. 

Koji’s soft footsteps break through the haze, his small voice pulling you back to reality. “Mama?”

You hastily wipe at your face, trying to compose yourself as you turn toward him. He’s standing in the doorway, clutching his favorite stuffed animal—a tattered little bear you bought second-hand years ago. His big eyes are filled with concern, and it breaks your heart even more. “Hey, baby,” you say, forcing a smile you don’t feel. “What’s wrong? Can’t sleep?”

He shakes his head, padding over to you and climbing onto your lap without a word. His tiny arms wrap around your waist, and for a moment, the world doesn’t feel as heavy. You stroke his hair, letting the quiet stretch between you. “Mama’s just tired,” you murmur after a while, hoping he doesn’t ask too many questions.

Koji looks up at you, his brows furrowed in a way that reminds you so much of Satoru it’s almost painful. “Are we okay?”

The question hits you like a punch to the gut, but you nod, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “Of course we are, baby. Don’t worry about a thing, okay? Mama’s got it all under control.” It’s a lie, but it’s one you tell for his sake. Koji doesn’t need to know how close to the edge you really are. And you’d never let him know just how close you are from sinking completely, he’s too young, too innocent. 

After a few minutes, he’s able to drift off to sleep in your arms, you stare at the scattered bills on the floor, your mind racing. Tomorrow, Satoru will be here. Maybe—just maybe—you can ask him for help. The thought makes your stomach churn, pride and desperation warring inside you. Are you even allowed to? What would he say?

But what choice do you have?

You need this place, no matter how ragged or disgusting Satoru—or anyone for that fact may think it is. It’s home. Home to you, and home to Koji. You’ve stopped caring about what others thought og you a long time ago. It still comes back, of course. Especially in your most vulnerable, most small of moments. And when it hits you, you realize how much you didn’t miss the feeling. You desperately wish you can just give absolutely zero fucks all day, everyday. 

That might be impossible.

As long as you just hold it down, you’ll be good—you think. 

For Koji, for Koji.

Walking Koji home the next day from school, you’re focused on checking the time of your phone; surprised when the young boy suddenly rips from your grip and runs forward. Instantly, you look up and call out for him in a hurry. “Koji! Do—”

“Papa!” 

Satoru, who’s waiting outside your apartment door, crouches down to your son’s height, arms held out with a wide smile on his face. Koji melted into his embrace, small arms wrapped around his father’s neck. Satoru hugged the boy, running a hand up and down his back slowly. “How was school, my big boy?” “Good! We learned about plants, and I drew a sunflower!” Koji exclaims, his words tumbling over each other in excitement as he pulls back slightly to look at Satoru's face. His little hands grasp Satoru’s jacket, his wide eyes sparkling with pure joy.

Satoru’s expression softens even further, a rare glimpse of unguarded tenderness crossing his features. “A sunflower, huh? That’s my favorite flower. Did you know they always turn toward the sun?”

Koji nods eagerly, his grin spreading even wider. “Yeah! The teacher said that too. I wanna show you my drawing when we get inside!”

“Of course. I can’t wait to see it,” Satoru says, ruffling Koji’s hair before standing to his full height, the boy still clinging to his leg like a koala. His gaze shifts to you, his smile faltering just a fraction as his expression becomes unreadable. “Hey.”

You stand a few steps away, your heart caught in your throat. Watching the two of them together feels like a punch to the chest—bittersweet and raw. You manage to swallow the lump in your throat and force a polite smile. “Hey.”

Satoru takes a step closer, his tone light but his eyes piercing. He simply nods in response. 

You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. But there’s an ache beneath the surface, a mix of guilt, resentment, and longing you can’t quite shake. Koji looks happy, that’s all that matters. You step forward to unlock the door.  “I have my other job to get to,” you say finally, keeping your tone neutral. “Do you think you can watch him until his babysitter comes?”

Koji rushes in, but Satoru lingers, looking at you. “Who’s his babysitter?”

“Sana, she usually comes a few minutes before I leave, but if you’re here I can go earlier.” You walk in, arm brushing against his that sends an uncomfortable tingle down your spine—one you ignore forcibly.

He follows in, closing the door behind him. Standing a bit awkwardly around the living room, watching you hang your coat and purse up. “I didn’t know you worked two jobs,” he says, almost like he’s not sure if he should be voicing out this small curiosity of his. 

You pause mid-motion, fingers lingering on the hook of your coat rack. For a moment, you consider not answering, brushing it off with some noncommittal remark. But the weight of his gaze is palpable, pressing down on you until you finally sigh and turn around to face him. “Yeah,” you say simply, your voice flat. “Bills don’t pay themselves.” There’s an edge in your tone, one you don’t intend but can’t quite help. His eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, you think he might argue, but instead, he just nods, his expression unreadable.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head as you move to the small kitchen area to grab a glass of water. “Tell you? What would that have changed, Satoru? Would you have swooped in and made it all better?”

His jaw clenches, his hands flexing at his sides before he crosses his arms over his chest. “Maybe I would have. But you never gave me the chance.”

You set the glass down harder than you meant to, the sound of it hitting the counter echoing in the silence. “You don’t get to say that,” you snap, turning to face him fully. “You don’t just show up now and act like you care about how I’ve been keeping things together.”

“I do care,” he shoots back, his voice rising slightly. “You think I wouldn’t? That I don’t give a damn about you—Koji?” The small correction doesn’t get missed by you.

“You didn’t care enough to stay,” you bite out before you can stop yourself. 

The words hang in the air, sharp and cutting. His expression falters for just a moment before his face hardens, a wall going up that you recognize all too well. God damn it. Why do you keep bringing up the past and your shitty breakup?

“That’s not fair,” he says, his voice low. “You made that decision for the both of us.”

Your breath catches, and for a moment, you can’t speak. The two of you stand there, the room thick with tension, until a small voice interrupts.

“Mama?” Both of you turn toward the hallway, where Koji stands in the hallway, tilting his head. Holding his colored paper of a sunflower in his hands. “Are you fighting?”

Your heart aches at the sight of him, his small frame dwarfed by the weight of the conversation he doesn’t understand. You put on a smile, crouching down to his level. “No, baby. We’re just talking, that’s all.”

Satoru steps forward, his face softening as he kneels next to Koji. “Yeah, buddy. We’re not fighting. Everything’s okay.”

Koji looks between you both for a long moment before nodding, though his expression still carries a hint of worry. “Okay,” he turns to Satoru. “Here Papa, my drawing.” 

The two move to the couch, Satoru listening with fascination as Koji talks and talks and talks. His father doesn’t seem to mind, however. Occasionally touching his cheek or pushing hair out his face as if to remind himself this is real, that this is his son. You look away and go to your room, locking the door as you begin changing into your uniform for the convenience store. In a few minutes, you’re out and putting your shoes on. Satoru and Koji are now discussing video games. 

“I’m heading out now, baby.”

“Alrigh—”

“Okay, Mama.” Koji cuts off Satoru, to which the latter is glad because why the fuck did he just almost respond to you? He knows you weren’t talking to him, he knows you wouldn’t ever call him baby again, but it just felt so natural and instinctual. 

Strange.

He watches you come on over to give Koji a hug and kiss, awkwardly clearing his throat in the seat beside his son; looking away like he’s intruding on something. And so you won’t see the odd flush to his pale cheeks. 

“I’ll watch him, don’t call the babysitter.”

You pause mid-motion, your arms still loosely wrapped around Koji. Slowly, you pull back, giving your son a soft smile before turning your attention to Satoru. “Are you sure?” you ask, your tone careful, guarded. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

Satoru scoffs lightly, waving a hand in dismissal as he leans back in his seat. “It’s not an inconvenience. I’m his dad, remember? I can handle one night.” His words feel heavier than they should, loaded with the unspoken history between you two. You don’t miss the slight edge in his voice, though he keeps his expression neutral.

Koji, oblivious to the tension, beams up at his father. “Can we watch that superhero movie, Papa?”

Satoru grins, ruffling Koji’s hair. “Of course, big guy. Popcorn too. But after you finish your homework.”

You hesitate, your eyes flickering between the two of them. It’s hard to argue when Koji looks so happy, his excitement practically radiating off him. Finally, you nod. “Okay,” you say, grabbing your bag and coat, walking over to the door. “Just... don’t let him stay up too late.”

“Got it,” Satoru replies, his tone almost flippant, though there’s a hint of seriousness beneath it. You linger for a moment longer than necessary, your hand hovering on the doorknob. There’s something about leaving the two of them together, about seeing Satoru slip so naturally into this role, that stirs something warm in your chest.

“Alright,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him. “I’ll be back around twelve.” With that, you step out into the cool evening air, the door clicking shut behind you. You exhale, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest—wary, relief, maybe even longing.

Inside, Satoru watches the door for a beat longer than he should. Then he shakes his head, turning back to Koji with a forced grin. “Alright, champ. Let’s see what homework you have today.” But as Koji chatters excitedly, Satoru can’t help but feel the weight of your absence pressing down on him, more than he’s willing to admit.

It’s around eight at night now. Satoru took the liberty of making some dinner for Koji, but after sifting through your bone empty pantry and refrigerator, he orders take out. The two are watching Spiderman: No Way Home. His arm is slung around his son’s shoulders, the two sharing a bag of fries. He can almost feel Koji starting to drift off, the sensation of his body sinking further into his side makes him smile subconsciously. However, that small, tender moment is broken when there’s a sudden pounding at the door. 

Satoru looks back over the couch, confused as to who the hell could be trying to see you at this time of night. A hookup? Boyfriend? No, no. Don’t think that.

He looks back down at Koji who’s giving him an equally confused, but tired face. “Is that Mama?”

“No, don’t think so, little man.” You said you’d be back by twelve, it’s only eight. That’s weird. “Stay here, okay? I’m gonna go see who it is.”

Koji nods, Satoru gently laying him on his side and grabbing a fuzzy throw blanket to tuck him in with. He stands with a small grunt, walking over to your front door. He peeks through the hole and sees a man he’s never seen before, Old, ugly, and hairy. He scoffs. The hell do you want? He unlocks it, opening up and coming face to face with the man. 

Mr. Sato regards Satoru with surprise and confusion, bushy brows furrowing. “Where’s Y/N?” he asks, tilting his head to try and get a look over his shoulder.

“She’s at work.” Satoru replies, on guard and a hint of firmness in his voice. “You need her?”

“Correct.”

“And who are you again?”

“The landlord.” Mr. Sato says, heavily huffing as he gazes back up at Satoru. His frown deepening when he feels his neck angle up. “Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“Late.” Satoru simply mutters, arms crossing. “Gotta come back another time.”

“I can’t,” Mr. Sato gruffs. “I need to talk to her about the money now.”

Satoru’s jaw tightens at the mention of money, and a flicker of realization crosses his sharp features. He leans against the doorframe, casually intimidating, his sheer presence making the older man falter for a second. "Money?" Satoru repeats, his tone cool but laced with an edge. "What money are we talking about here?"

Mr. Sato straightens, trying to regain his composure despite the younger man's imposing demeanor. "Rent," he clarifies, his voice firm, though his eyes avoid Satoru's piercing gaze. "She’s late on payments. Again. I’ve already given her an extension, but this can’t keep happening. I gave her until Friday but something came up and I need it now.”

Satoru’s eyes narrow slightly, his posture shifting. Late on payments? He processes the words, his mind jumping to the extra hours you’ve been working, the tired look in your eyes, the way Koji’s jacket was patched up with care but still clearly worn. The pieces click together uncomfortably.

"How much does she owe?" Satoru asks, his tone still calm, though the intensity in his eyes makes the landlord hesitate.

"That's between me and her," Mr. Sato replies gruffly, puffing out his chest as if to assert some authority in this lopsided interaction.

Satoru doesn’t miss a beat, his expression hardening. "Well, she’s not here, so now it’s between me and you." There’s a beat of silence, tension thick in the small space.

Mr. Sato shifts uncomfortably under Satoru’s gaze, his confidence wavering. “Four thousand,” he finally admits, his voice lower. “I told her I need it by Friday, but things changed. She said she’d have it.”

Satoru lets out a slow breath through his nose, his jaw clenching as he processes the number. Four thousand. A drop in the bucket for him, but for you? It might as well be a mountain.

“If she doesn’t have it, I’m gonna push forward with the eviction, I already have possible renters lined up with a more stable income.”

Eviction? And from a place this shitty? Satoru’s jaw clenches, eyes raking over the older man. “Well, she’s not here.”

“Then let me call her.”

Satoru’s eyes narrow, a flicker of something dangerous sparking in his gaze as he steps fully into the doorway, his towering frame casting a shadow that swallows the smaller man in front of him. The landlord, suddenly aware of the shift in the air, takes a half-step back. "You’re not calling her," Satoru says, his voice low and measured, carrying an edge sharp enough to draw blood.

Mr. Sato frowns but falters slightly, the confidence in his stance wavering. "Look, this isn’t personal. It’s business. If she can’t pay by the deadline, I have no choice but to move forward. That’s how it works."

Satoru tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, but there’s no humor in it—just a cold, calculated edge. "Business, huh? Funny thing about business—it’s always personal when it’s someone else’s life you’re messing with."

"She’s late. I’ve been lenient," Mr. Sato protests, though his voice is quieter now, almost defensive.

Satoru’s smirk vanishes, replaced by an icy glare that feels like a physical weight. "Lenient? Let me tell you something. You don’t come here throwing around eviction threats like you’re some kind of god deciding who stays and who goes. That’s not how this is going to play out."

Mr. Sato scoffs with a scowl, arms crossing. “Listen here, I don’t know who you are, or who you think you are. I don’t give a damn about that. All I care about is having the money, right here,“ he holds his palm out. “Right now.”

Satoru chuckles lowly, but there’s no warmth in the sound—it’s laced with something menacing, something dangerous. His eyes, usually glinting with mischief, now burn with icy resolve as he steps closer, forcing Mr. Sato to look up at him again. "Who I think I am?" Satoru repeats, his voice soft but unnervingly steady, like the calm before a storm. "Let me make one thing clear—you don’t get to care about anything except what I tell you to care about. And right now, you’re going to care about backing the hell off." Mr. Sato’s scowl falters, his mouth opening to retort, but Satoru raises a hand, cutting him off before he can even start. "Because if you don’t," Satoru continues, his tone dropping lower, a subtle, menacing edge creeping in, "I’ll make sure you have a lot more to worry about than late rent. Understand?"

The landlord stiffens, visibly uncomfortable now, though he tries to hide it with a scoff. "You threatening me? That’s illegal, you know."

Satoru smirks again, but it’s colder this time, a predator toying with its prey. He leans in just enough that his towering presence feels suffocating, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Illegal? Oh, I know all about what’s illegal. But see, the thing is, I don’t need to do anything illegal to make your life a living hell. A call here, a visit there… You’d be surprised how quickly someone like you can lose everything they’re so desperate to cling to. You should really care about who you threaten, this is my son and his mother you’re talking about.”

The unspoken promise in his words hangs heavy in the air, and for the first time, Mr. Sato’s bluster cracks. He shifts uncomfortably, glancing around as though expecting someone to step in and save him. Satoru straightens, his piercing gaze never leaving the man. "Take the money," he says simply, pulling out wads of cash from his wallet—carelessly tossing them at him, "and don’t let me see you again. Ever."

For a moment, it looks like Mr. Sato might argue, but the weight of Satoru’s presence, the absolute certainty in his voice, crushes whatever resistance he might have left. With a grunt, he snatches the money, shoving it into his pocket. "This isn’t over," the landlord mutters, but his voice lacks conviction as he turns to leave, his shoulders hunched under the invisible weight of Satoru’s words. Satoru watches him go, the cold fury in his expression lingering even after the door clicks shut. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, the tension in his body slowly unwinding.

Not over? Satoru smirks to himself, shaking his head. "Senile bastard doesn’t know what he’s saying.” He turns back toward the living room, his eyes softening slightly as they land on Koji, still sleeping soundly. The weight of his own actions sits heavily on him, but he pushes it aside. There are more important things to worry about—like making sure you and your son never have to deal with scum like that again. But also, finding some way to talk to you about this eviction. 

Would you have ever told him? Would you have asked for help? Are you going to continue to keep secrets from him, even though they directly affect his son—affect you?

The sound of hurried footsteps, practically running footsteps, sounds throughout the long corridor. Ignoring and maneuvering out the way of the office employees who regard the person with confusion and annoyance. There’s a singular focus in their movement, a sense of urgency that prickles the air. The familiar, large doors of the office are in line of sight, to which the person rushes inside. The grand, imposing doors of the executive office burst open.  Usually, he’d knock and wait, but not this time. 

Inside, Yamato Gojo sits at the head of a polished, expansive table, his wife, Akane, poised elegantly at his side. Around them, a small group of sharp-suited businessmen turn toward the intrusion, their murmurs of surprise quickly silenced by Yamato’s cold, calculating glare.

The informant can barely get the words out, stumbling over. “M-Mr. Gojo! I have—there’s—I—!” Their face pale and slick with sweat. Words fail them at first, a garbled mess of syllables spilling out in their panic. Finally, they manage to force out, "M-Mr. Gojo! You need to see this!"

Yamato leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he motions for the informant to come closer, his long fingers curling in a beckoning gesture. The air in the room seems to thicken as the informant, trembling, hurries forward and hands over a tablet. Akane leans in as Yamato taps the screen, her expression calm and unreadable—at least, until her eyes land on the image.

The sound of shattering glass cuts through the room like a gunshot as Akane’s wine glass slips from her hand, crimson liquid pooling across the pristine floor. Her gasp transforms into a piercing shriek that sends a chill through everyone present.

Because on the screen, displayed in haunting clarity, is an image that chills the air in the room: their son, unmistakably, embracing a younger version of himself—while your figure stands to the side.

a/n: uh ohhhh

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INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) Winners (Part 4):

•Steven (Steven Universe/Stevenuniverse)

•Connie (Steven Universe/Steveuniverse)

•Greg (Steven Universe/Stevenuniverse)

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DRAGON BALL X NICHIJOU : CHAPTER 20

Nano has reached her full power form , Shinonome Complete takes the stage and is ready to fight against super saiyan blue Son Goku !. She may need to hurry cause even she doesn’t know how long this power will last!!!. Who will be the victor of this stupidly obscure fight!? find out next time on Dragon Ball x Nichijou : Chapter 21 !  This has to be most fun i’ve head drawing a chapter and i hope you liked it too!. As always support by liking , sharing and giving me your overall feedback , so i can keep drawing it!

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Dino Watches Anime (Dec 21)

Happy Holidays! I've been spending my winter break watching anime like a loser. Some things never change...

I will be updating some stuff from my previous entry on this list (which was at the beginning of the season I think).

Series (mostly seasonal)

Wandering Son

This anime felt like a manga preview, and I'm not complaining. I just think they left it unfinished. Unfortunately, I don't think we would ever be able to get a continuation with this considering that it was allegedly "not well received" (although winning some awards). Alas, I enjoyed my time watching it and being called out during a few (a lot) of parts regarding puberty and gender identity. Its incredibly slow pace and pastel-like art style were very fitting. I would recommend it, but you do need to be in a certain mood to watch it (as it has very little comedy).

Spy x Family Season 2

Yeah, it's very good. I don't think I liked the tennis arc nearly as much as everyone else, but I still like this season a lot. I feel like everyone is either planning on watching or is watching it, so I won't spend too much time on this one.

Chainsaw Man

I do get the hype. This is a great show, but I honestly think this show is an 8/10. I think a lot of the supposed relatability of the main character is lost on me (aroace). It's a cool world with very interesting characters. The morally gray atmosphere and characters are refreshing to see from a Shonen Jump manga (where friendship is always the answer), and the art is absolutely amazing (yes, even the CG is pretty good). But I think something is missing for me (can't figure out what it is).

Akuyaku Reijou nano de Last Boss wo Kattemimashita

Yeah man, this show is sh*t. I already talked about it at length, but I also gave it a 5.5/10, so I think my friend's comment about me being a clown is incredibly realistic unlike having a structured magic system in this anime. Oh well, I guess if you like Yuichiro Umehara doing ASMR cringy lines, this show will definitely be on your list, but I was shaking my screen and cringing 70% of the time while watching this show.

Cool Doji Danshi

This show made an appearance on my "take" on the portrayal of social anxiety and pretty privilege in anime, but I feel like I'd need to watch it and finish it in a really specific mood where I wouldn't think even puddle-deep.

Pop Team Epic Season 2

That last episode was literally a 19-minute buildup for one punchline that was... alright. Yuuichi Nakamura dubs live-action actor Yuuichi Nakamura. Besides that, the episode doesn't hold any value to people who haven't watched the type of show it's parodying (me). The rest of the show is incredibly niche in terms of humour, but at least this show is aware that it's sh*t. There were a few moments that made me smile and maybe let out a chuckle, but watching Pop Team Epic is pretty much like buying a huge bag of trail mix just for the M&Ms.

Mob Psycho III

This is an absolute masterpiece. I didn't think the show could top the previous season, but here we are. I rated it a 10/10 even if Bones didn't animate a few things (it still felt incredibly cohesive). The only thing that brought it down was the Sakurai scandal, but that isn't any fault of the anime.

Bocchi the Rock!

You know, I really should've watched this before writing that post on social anxiety in anime because "she's just like me fr fr". Despite being over-the-top (this is anime), I find this interpretation, while drawn for comedic value, still incredibly realistic for its subject matter. Not only that, but it's got some good tunes and is like the antithesis to K-On (guys, these shows aren't remotely similar when you look beyond the superficial traits). Anyways, there's an incredibly good video about why it's good on YouTube already. I relate to Bocchi a lot (almost too much), so I'd highly recommend it for that alone, but I wouldn't blame you if you ducked out because she was too relatable. Also, I'd like to give a shoutout to the seiyuu who make this anime so much fun, especially Yoshino Aoyama who made that glitch scream.

Movies

Omoi, Omoware, Furi, Furare

This movie looked incredibly promising because of its creator, Io Sakisaka, who also wrote Ao Haru Ride. Despite not actually liking the Ao Haru Ride anime, I figured it was definitely worth a shot. What I got was a manga recap that was incredibly rushed and poorly paced (one summer festival lasts maybe 3 minutes before it abruptly changes setting). The character motivations make little sense, and they seem very shallow in terms of development, which makes their relationships feel incredibly half-assed. These things are crucial for shoujo romance anime, which are built on empathy and connections between characters. Although the genre can feel melodramatic at times, when given the proper time and care, the melodrama is far more palatable. However, even if the proper time and care were given, part of the plot is just a common p*rn plot. No joke. They even have the step-sibling trope, which is yikes. Overall, it was a very mediocre movie that did not meet my expectations at all.

Umibe no Etranger

When describing this movie, my friend said it sounded like "a cry for help." That's not inaccurate, and I would be lying if I said that this movie didn't annoy me at times. This movie is incredibly short and fast-paced, and at first, I thought this was caused by a similar issue to the previous entry, but surprisingly, the manga follows a very similar structure and pace. However, there were a few lines that were cut that didn't make sense to exclude (but it doesn't heavily impact the main storyline). The rating system also lied to me calling this PG-13 when there is an explicit scene in there (between two adults). I don't like how they make some BL characters incredibly whiny (especially when we're supposed to believe they're consenting adults). I feel like this movie really lacked proper development and time. The side characters were only given names and maybe one trait each, and I feel like they really could've done more with this story. Alas, the soundtrack was great, which helped elevate it, and the setting (Okinawa) looks great and full of life. There is a sequel manga, but I feel like making this film entailed that we would be more attached to these characters by the end so we would be encouraged to go read the manga.

Summer Ghost

This is another very short movie, and it really ain't that deep. Everything in this movie is predictable. Every single plot twist is like Dora the Explorer and didn't shock me, and ironically, I think they should've closed one of the plots better because it arguably looks like MC did not report something he was supposed to and may have just incriminated himself by putting his hands on evidence that should've been at least shown to eventually be in police possession. Anyways, the soundtrack carries this movie to no end, and the voice acting was also good. This is revealed early on, but MC is not explicitly mentioned to be close to death unlike the other two characters, so his ability to connect with the titular Summer Ghost makes less sense than it needs to.

Eve no Jikan

Technically, this has an ONA and a movie version with both being nearly the same minus a few scenes that should've just been included in the movie version (it would've added less than 10 minutes overall, I think). Because of this, you are kind of required to watch both to get the full story. Some comedic moments in this anime feel out of place since the story tells a tale similar to Hal (another movie about an android). It tells little tidbit tales of androids and how they get along with the humans they have been purchased by. There are a few episodes that stand out to me (4 and 6 of the ONA). It's the best watch out of this category (although that isn't saying a whole lot). It was thought-provoking and had some great voice acting, but I would've really liked a continuation. It felt like a passion project through and through (it's an original with no source material), so if you're interested in human-android relation like the previously mentioned Hal or Plastic Memories, give this package a shot.

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Signed, Sealed and Delivered

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Day 10 of my 25 Days of Christmas Celebration Calendar.  Y/N gets Fury an early Christmas present. Fury is not very jolly, or so they think. Words: 1040 Warnings: Fluff, alcohol, drugging. A/N: If you liked this please leave feedback/reblogs and consider donating to my Ko-Fi and/or Patreon, links are in my bio. If you would like to be tagged in future works please send me an ask. Merry Christmas! 😘🎄🎅🤶

It is the day before Christmas Eve and Y/N is sitting in one of the conference rooms, waiting for the debrief to start after having just gotten back with Bucky and Clint from a mission in the Maldives. Freshly showered, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, fuzzy reindeer socks, and a red cashmere sweater, she lounges back in her chair with a cup of hot chocolate while Bucky and Clint sit on either side of her when Fury, Steve, Tony, and Maria Hill walk in.

Fury tosses down a picture on the table of a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair, dressed in only a bright red speedo and bound with his hands behind his back and a bright red and green bow on his head. "Agent y/l/n, would you care to explain what that is?"

"An early Christmas present for you, Director," Y/N grins cheerily while Bucky and Clint try to hide their grins behind their hands.

"And how exactly did this present end up unconscious in a broom closet of the Soneva Jani hotel?" Fury asks as he takes a seat opposite her.

"Well, you see, it happened like this..."

Y/N, Bucky, Clint had been tailing Thomas Riddle Jr for the past week while he was in the Maldives for a 'business trip'. In reality, he was setting up meetings between their good friends AIM and Hydra to exchange information and weapons of mass destruction.

Currently, y/n was lounging at the bar, drinking her pina colada (non-alcoholic, of course since she was on the job), while Bucky and Clint were hanging out on the lounge chairs close to Riddle and his entourage. From the corner of her eye, y/n saw Riddle get up and saunter his way over to her in his speedo, over-oiled chest gleaming and what she assumed was supposed to be a seductive smile, but in reality, just came off as creepy. She pretended to ignore him as he slid into the seat next to her and flagged down the barman. "One old-fashioned and whatever the lady is drinking," he ordered in a thick English accent. Once the barman left to make their drinks he turned to her, resting his hand on her lower back. "So, what is a goddess like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

Plastering a coy smirk onto her face she leaned in closer to him and batted her eyelashes, her hand landing high on his upper thigh. "I'm just waiting for a gorgeous, English knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet," she says sweetly as she hands him his drink.

"Well, gorgeous, it looks like today is your lucky day," he grins cockily as he downs his drink before taking her hand in his, "What do you say we get out of here, my damsel in distress?"

"Lead the way, handsome," she smirks mischievously as he leads her away from the pool area and into the hotel, unseeing of the two figures shadowing them. When they reached an empty hallway inside the main building she pushed him up against the wall, leaning in close to whisper into his ear, "What are AIM and Hydra up to?"

"They are planning a takedown of the Avengers facility in upstate New York in order to capture the Avengers and torture them until they are as compliant as little lambs that they can use to take down the UN and all governments apart of it," he slurs out as he drags his lips up and down her neck before slumping over and snoring quite loudly.

Y/N brings her hand up to her ear to press on the comm device hidden by her hair. "Did you boys get that?" she asks as she pushes Riddle off of her so that he falls to the floor and continues sleeping.

"Loud and clear boss," Clint says through the comms as he and Bucky round the corner with Bucky looking very much like a sulking child.

"Did he have to touch you so much? I was about 2 nano-seconds away from ripping his hand off," he pouts as he draws his girl into his arms for a tight embrace, the fabric of the camouflage wrap on his metal arm feeling delightfully cool on her sun-warmed skin.

"He was. This guy is lucky that serum took effect when it did," Clint snorts from where he lounges against the wall. "So, what do you wanna do with this guy until Shield gets here?"

Y/N gets a mischievous glint in her eyes that immediately spells trouble. Running up to their room, she comes back with the new instant-lock cuffs Tony designed as well as a red and green hair ribbon and some duct tape. Working quickly, she cuffs his arms behind his back, tapes his mouth closed and ties the ribbon into his hair in a pretty, festive bow before Clint and Bucky shove him into the maintenance closet since it wasn't safe to keep him in his room or leave him in the hall for anyone to see. After radioing Shield on where to find their prisoner, the three of them went back outside to enjoy the last of the warm climate before they had to head home.

"So you see, director, I just wanted to add a little holiday flair to brighten your day," y/n smiles innocently.

"I see. Well, luckily for you, once Riddle woke up and heard his own confession he was more than willing to provide us with all the intel we needed to prevent the attack, as well as shut down several other operations in exchange for the comfort and safety of the Raft. So, well done. But if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will personally ensure that you get back to back sparring sessions with agents Romanoff, Hill and Captain Danvers. Now get the hell out of here!" Fury dismisses them.

Bucky and Clint are quick to make their escape, but y/n turns around at the door to give them all a salute and a cheery "Merry Christmas!" before she's out the door and down the hallway.

Nick merely shakes his head, whispering beneath his breath, "Merry Christmas indeed, agent y/l/n."

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J-POP Manga, nuovi annunci a sorpresa da Londra

Fra i vari titoli, svelati anche una nuova edizione e altri dettagli sulle Collection dedicate a Osamu Tezuka e Moto Hagio!

The London Tour annunciato sui social da J-Pop Manga lo scorso mercoledì si è rivelata a sorpresa un’occasione di annunci per la casa editrice milanese: durante la visita della redazione alla mostra The Citi exhibition Manga presso il British Museum, Jacopo Costa Buranelli, direttore letterario, e Georgia Cocchi Pontalti, marketing manager, hanno svelato - tramite i social dell'editore - nuovi annunci e dettagli ulteriori sulle proprie collane.

La Osamushi Collection si arricchirà nei prossimi mesi de “Osamu Tezuka: Una Vita a Fumetti”, l’attesissima riedizione de “La Fenice”, e gli inediti “Big X”, “Ambassador Magma”, “Prime Rose” e “Clockwork Apple”, tra gli altri titoli.

La Fenice di Osamu Tezuka

Iniziata nel 1956 e continuata a più riprese fino al 1988, poco prima della sua morte, la saga della Fenice è una vera e propria summa dell’ideale di manga (e di storia) di Osamu Tezuka. Uno sforzo monumentale, che spazia dal lontano passato agli ultimi anni della civiltà umana seguendo le tracce del leggendario uccello in grado di reincarnarsi e garantire l’immortalità. Presentando decine di episodi appassionanti, romantici, epici e pieni d’azione ma anche di riflessioni filosofiche e sul senso della Storia, i suoi dodici volumi (leggibili singolarmente proprio per la natura episodica) sono serviti al maestro anche per sperimentare soluzioni narrative e grafiche d’avanguardia, dando corpo a un’opera che come poche altre trasmette la passione e l’ispirazione dell’autore.

Il primo titolo previsto per la Moto Hagio Collection sarà l’inedito “Cuore di Thomas” a cui seguiranno “Marginal”, “Other World Barbara”, “Hanshin”, “Star Red” e “La Famiglia Poe”.

Il cuore di Thomas di Moto Hagio

Lanciamo con questo titolo classico del 1974 la Moto Hagio Collection, dedicata a questa maestra del manga, considerata tra le più influenti della storia, amatissima dal pubblico italiano nonostante fino a oggi pochi suoi manga siano arrivati nel nostro Paese. Come Il Poema del Vento e degli Alberi, Il Cuore di Thomas è la storia di un gruppo di ragazzi in un collegio maschile. Il suicidio di uno di loro, Thomas, seguito da una lettera in cui confessa il suo amore per il suo migliore amico, svelerà un magistrale intreccio di intrighi, tradimenti e sentimenti nascosti che porteranno i protagonisti a interrogarsi sull’amore e le sue forme.

Di seguito i titoli e le sinossi degli altri volumi annunciati.

Black Night Parade di Hikaru Nakamura

Il ritorno dell’autrice di Saint Young Man! Dopo aver fallito l’esame di ingresso all’università, Hino Miharu si trova costretta a trovarsi un lavoro vero. Avendo passato gli ultimi tre anni intrappolata in un part-time senza speranza, con un capo orrendo e colleghi più giovani che si prendono gioco di lei, ora desidera il lavoro dei suoi sogni... E forse sarà il misterioso “Black Santa” a offrirglielo! O magari no? La “Black Enterprise” del sedicente Babbo Natale dark si rivela un’azienda come nessun’altra al mondo, da cui andarsene sembra impossibile!

Radiation House di Tomohiro Yokumako, Taishi Mori

Pensate che solo i medici tirino fuori brillanti diagnosi? Ad aiutarli e a studiare ogni centimetro del corpo umano con le loro macchine sono i radiologi, professionisti che devono essere dotati di intuito e occhio di falco. Iori Igarashi è il migliore di tutti, anche se la sua incapacità di gestire l’ego dei dottori lo condanna a girare di ospedale in ospedale... Finché non si ritrova a lavorare sotto una vecchia fiamma! Sarà la svolta? O la tensione tra loro renderà la collaborazione impossibile? Un po’ Dottor House e un po’ Grey’s Anatomy, questo medical drama vi conquisterà con i suoi personaggi e i casi realistici e appassionanti!

17 anni di Seiji Fuji, Youji Kamata

Hiroki e Takashi, due studenti delle scuole superiori, vengono salvati dall'assalto di alcuni bulli dal famoso teppista Miyamoto, ed entrano a far parte della sua banda. Dopo l'iniziale eccitazione, i due si ritrovano coinvolti in crimini sempre più gravi e iniziano a comprendere cosa significhi davvero dimostrare obbedienza e lealtà al loro brutale soccorritore. Finché la banda non rapisce Sachiko, una giovane studentessa loro coetanea, che diventa oggetto delle più orribili torture da parte di Miyamoto... Riuscirà Sachiko a tornare a casa? Che tipo di persone, o di mostri, diventeranno Hiroki e Takashi? Un racconto che è un vero e proprio pugno allo stomaco, ispirato a un tremendo fatto di cronaca che ha sconvolto il Giappone sul finire degli anni Ottanta.

Junji Ito Collection: Labirinto, Rovina e Circo di Junji Ito

Continua la serie di antologie dedicate al più noto esponente del manga horror, Junji Ito! Con tre volumi ricchi di racconti terrificanti e sorprendenti che soddisferanno gli appassionati di qualsiasi tipo di orrore: dal body-horror al terrore cosmico, da antiche maledizioni a maniaci omicidi inarrestabili, storia dopo storia Ito si conferma un maestro che alla quantità di pagine prodotte unisce a una qualità fuori scala.

Terra E di Keiko Takemiya

Mentre alla fine degli anni ‘70 rivoluzionava il fumetto per ragazze con Il Poema del Vento e degli Alberi, Keiko Takemiya stava lavorando anche a un’opera fantascientifica che avrebbe ricevuto i più importanti premi del mondo del manga e della letteratura sci-fi in generale: Terra E. Nel futuro la razza umana, per sfuggire a una Terra sempre più inquinata, si è espansa nel cosmo cedendo però il controllo della società a potenti supercomputer. Le macchine indirizzano ogni aspetto della vita e con spietata efficienza eliminano tutto ciò che ritengono una minaccia. Come i Mu, umani con poteri straordinari che sono costretti a vivere in fuga e hanno un solo desiderio: tornare sulla Terra. Il giovane Jomy è uno di loro...

Kitaro, le storie del terrore di Shigeru Mizuki

Dopo la prima raccolta, l’autunno porterà tante nuove storie del mitico yokai creato da Shigeru Mizuki! Racconti spaventosi e divertenti, surreali e ricchi di folklore giapponese, che hanno lasciato un’impronta indelebile nell’immaginario nipponico (e non solo, grazie alle numerose serie animate)!

Hellsing (NUOVA EDIZIONE) di Kohta Hirano

Ritorna, rivista & corretta e in una nuova veste grafica, l’esplosiva serie a basa di vampiri, conflitti segreti millenari, e combattimenti all’ultima goccia di sangue! Al servizio di Lady Hellsing e di Sua Maestà la regina d’Inghilterra, il non-morto Alucard dà la caccia ai più pericolosi nemici del regno, in una lotta nell’oscurità che va avanti dall’inizio dei tempi. Ma gli ingranaggi sono in moto e, con una nuova spalla al suo fianco, il potente vampiro troverà pane per i suoi denti!

The Promised Neverland - Una Lettera da Norman (LIGHT NOVEL) di Nano, Kaiu Shirai, Posuka Demizu

La prima light novel spin-off di The Promised Neverland! In questo romanzo arricchito da illustrazioni inedite scopriamo particolari mai raccontati nel manga e nell’anime della vita di Norman, Emma e Ray prima degli eventi che danno inizio alla serie. I giorni felici a Grace Field House, le prime ombre sull’apparente paradiso, i rapporti e le amicizie tra i ragazzi... Come funziona una fattoria d’eccellenza che fornisce la carne migliore ai demoni? Sarà la voce stessa di Norman a raccontarcelo!

Even if we can't use magic di Kanna Kii

Kanna Kii è una delle giovani autrici più interessanti della scena manga, e questa antologia dallo stile moderno e dinamico ne è la prova! Un ragazzo che di punto in bianco lascia il suo lavoro in uno studio di animazione, un gatto animato da una volontà insondabile, due ragazze in gita scolastica che finiscono a un concerto di Idol... Al centro della lente della fumettista ci sono le giornate di un gruppo di amici e di altre persone (e strani animali) che ne incrociano la strada, raccontate con uno stile slice of life surreale e un po’ di magia.

A dream of Cuckoos di Tamekou

Esordisce in Italia una nuova stella del panorama yaoi, Tamekou! L’universitario Natsuka è da anni innamorato del suo migliore amico, Hakushima. Ma preferisce non rendere partecipe quest’ultimo di ciò, e ripiega quindi su un “amico con benefici” per i suoi bisogni più... terreni. Questo finché le vite del suo amore e del suo compagno di letto non si scontrano in modo inaspettato e, tra scambi di corpi e menti condivise, si forma un triangolo esplosivo e sensuale!

Nega & Posi di Harada

Due volumi antologici e complementari firmati Harada, la geniale autrice di Yatamomo e Color Recipe! In questa raccolta di racconti, la maestra dello yaoi mette in scena alcune delle sue trovate più sexy ed estreme, una vera chicca per tutti gli appassionati.

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SilenziO)))

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 2

Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou) VS. Harumiku - Haruhi Suzumiya x Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

Problematic elements for Harumiku:

power imbalance (haruhi is a god being monitored by mikuru and she's not allowed to upset her or disobey or the world might end lol) also lots and lots of sexual harassment

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Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

Propaganda for Haruhi x Mikuru:

we get to see older mikuru in the show as she's a time traveller and she seems very affectionate towards her younger self and haruhi .. also could be read as a little one sided on haruhi's end because haruhi won't stop talking about how beautiful mikuru is and buying clothes for her and taking every opportunity to grope and touch her .. this is brushed off by the protagonist kyon as haruhi being ignorant but he is a famously cringe unreliable narrator lol

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Losers' Round 3

Negitoro - Miku Hatsune x Luka Megurine (Vocaloid) VS. Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou)

Winner is up against Shion x Mion.

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Negitoro:

age gap when using their official profiles (16 and 20)

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

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Propaganda for Negitoro:

an absolute classic femslash vocaloid ship! possibly one of the most well-known, with songs like "magnet" being classics. while vocaloid characters do not have any set identity or personality, and you are free to portray them as whatever age you want, this ship deserves a spot here because of the massive backlash it got in the late 2010s, in which due to the default ages on their official profiles, basically anyone who shipped negitoro regardless of how they portray the characters would get called out over it. but, you know, portrayals that do keep their default ages and have miku liking older girls are kind of based. as an addition, since this is a mod submission, we would like to mention that we realized you can very much make luka even older. awesome

Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Losers' Round 2

Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou) VS. 2zuki - Mizuki "Bibi" Kuranushi x Mizuki Date (AI The Somnium Files - Nirvana Initiative)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

Problematic elements for 2zuki:

mizuki date is a clone of mizuki kuranushi, who she calls bibi (short for big sis which she was too young to pronounce at the time). bibi is 6 years older than mizuki and shoots her in the beginning of the game, then consistently stalks her in order to protect her when she's in danger. after bibi reveals who she is to mizuki (who for most of the game doesn't even know that she had an older sister), they flirt with each other despite everyone knowing that they're sisters.

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Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

Propaganda for 2zuki:

bibi is OBSESSED with her little sister!!! they were both tortured in violent human experiments as children and bibi fought the scientist doing it to them put her own body in the way of a rotating drill in order to protect mizuki from being harmed. over the course of mizuki's life, bibi was always watching over her to make sure she could live a normal life without ever finding out what happened to her as a child. whenever mizuki was in danger, bibi would show up at the perfect time to protect her, as if she was always watching her. she even went as far as shooting a warning shot at mizuki to keep her from investigating the case that would lead to her finding out the truth about her. her in-game file lists her only skill as "guessing which panties mizuki date is wearing that day". despite firing a gun at her and keeping so many secrets from her, as soon as mizuki finds out bibi's true identity, she doesn't hold a grudge against her at all, and her normal brattiness disappears. she becomes soft around bibi and fully trusts her. after losing both of her parents and her adoptive father disappearing for 6 years, she finally has a big sis who loves her more than anyone else in the world and will always be with her!!!

[problematic-yuri-poll]

ROUND 2 POLLS:

Despaircest - Junko Enoshima x Mukuro Ikusaba (Danganronpa Series) VS. Fitzcest - Brigitte Fitzgerald x Ginger Fitzgerald (Ginger Snaps)

Kohakiha - Akiha Tohno x Kohaku (Tsukihime) VS. Tridentaricest - Ianthe Tridentariius x Coronabeth Tridentariius (The Locked Tomb Series)

Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou) VS. Harumiku - Haruhi Suzumiya x Mikuru Asahina (The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya)

Satorika - Satoko Houjou x Rika Furude (Higurashi When They Cry Franchise) VS. Remiflan - Remilia Scarlet x Flandre Scarlet (Touhou Project)

Arlefuri - Arlecchino x Furina (Genshin Impact) VS. Yua Kusunoki x Mia Kusunoki (Chaos;Head)

Sakurin - Rin Tohsaka x Sakura Matou (Fate/Stay Night) VS. Mahiro Oyama x Mihari Oyama (Onii-chan wa Oshimai!)

Squidcest - Callie x Marie (Splatoon) VS. Liliana Malcatras x Millarca Malcatras (Malcatras' Maiden)

Griddlehark - Gideon Nav x Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb Series) VS. Momiji Hozuki x Mahiro Oyama (Onii-chan wa Oshimai!)

Satoshio - Satou Matsuzaka x Shio Koube (Happy Sugar Life) VS. Harrianthe - Harrowhark Nonagesimus x Ianthe Tridentariius (The Locked Tomb Series)

Girlpowershipping - Dawn x Cynthia (Pokémon) VS. Emmaemi - Emma Woods x Emily Dyer (Identity V)

Samarina - Marina Domek x Samarie (Fear and Hunger 2: Termina) VS. Kanabiki - Kanade Otonokoji x Hibiki Otonokoji (Super Danganronpa Another 2)

Shion Sonozaki x Mion Sonozaki (Higurashi When They Cry Franchise) VS. J7 - Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine (Star Trek Voyager)

Mafuyu Asahina x Her Mom (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage) VS. Shizushiho - Shizuku Hinomori x Shiho Hinomori (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

DB - D-ne x B-ko (Shuuen no Shiori) VS. Lalondecest - Rose Lalonde x Roxy Lalonde (Homestuck)

Juriori - Juri Arisugawa x Shiori Takatsuki (Revolutionary Girl Utena) VS. Rakunami - Naminé x Larxene (Kingdom Hearts)

Vrisrezi - Terezi Pyrope x Vriska Serket (Homestuck) VS. Applepie - Applejack x Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

PYP BONUS SEASON: Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament!

the bracket is too big to grab a screencap of it, but we'll add polls to this post as they are posted!

no particular "right" way to vote—you can vote for your faves, whatever looks the "most problematic" to you, or just click randomly!

the following will not be accepted and may result in a block:

harassment of people who ship or vote for the opponent of the ship you're rooting for.

excessively volatile comments towards the shippers of the opponent of your ship. (anti-propaganda is allowed, though, if it's targeted at the ship itself. "imo a/b is a stupid ship" is ok. "everyone who ships a/b is stupid" is not.)

general "anti-ship" sentiment—in this context, this doesn't refer to just being against a ship (that would be fine), but certain practices of moralizing over ships. for example, you'll be blocked if you suggest one ship is "morally wrong" to ship and encourage voting for the other based on this, or leaving any comments suggesting people who like a certain ship are a "bad person" for liking it. (it's fine if you vote based on the other ship being "too problematic" for your own liking, so long as you recognize this is a matter of your own personal tastes.)

we will not change our blog theme based on the winner of this tournament, as this is a bonus tournament.

seeding is based vaguely on popularity, but somewhat random

submissions for future femslash ship tournaments go here!

submissions of yuri series for our main tournament go here!

round 1 polls

LOSERS' ROUND 1 POLLS

Shoka Sakurane x Ayano Kamachi (Neo The World Ends With You) VS. "Bad Rain" Ocampo x Alice Abernathy (Resident Evil Retribution)

Kanon Shibuya x Aria Shibuya (Love Live Superstar) VS. Miyako Hoshino x Hana Shirosaki (Watashi ni Tenshi ga Maiorita!)

Catradora - Catra x Adora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) VS. Chikane Himemiya x Himeko Kurusugawa (Kannazuki no Miko)

Elizabeth x Lily (WACCA) VS. Gideon Nav x Cytherea the First (The Locked Tomb Series)

Helena Cain x Kara "Starbuck" Thrace (Battlestar Galactica) VS. Kittymimmy - Hello Kitty x Mimmy White (Sanrio franchise)

Narrator "Lazi" x Shui Ling (Notes of a Crocodile) VS. Diaruby - Dia Kurosawa x Ruby Kurosawa (Love Live! Sunshine!!)

Klee x Nahida (Genshin Impact) VS. Aya Asagiri x Tsuyuno Yatsumura (Mahou Shoujo Site)

Saki Hanami x Ume Hanami (Gakuen Idolmaster) VS. Koharu Shimoe x Hanako Urawa (Blue Archive)

Shiro x Madame Witch (Albino's Diary) VS. Harukana - Haruka Oozora x Kanata Higa (HaruKana Receive)

Natsumi Onitsuka x Tomari Onitsuka (Love Live Superstar) VS. Kanata Konoe x Haruka Konoe (Love Live Nijigasaki)

Dashi x Min (Octonauts) VS. Emilico x Kate (Shadows House)

Ange Ushiromiya x Maria Ushiromiya (Umineko When They Cry) VS. Muachina - Mualani x Kachina (Genshin Impact)

Negitoro - Miku Hatsune x Luka Megurine (Vocaloid) VS. Weblena - Lena x Webby (Ducktales)

Golden Lily - White Lily Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) VS. 2zuki - Mizuki "Bibi" Kuranushi x Mizuki Date (AI The Somnium Files - Nirvana Initiative)

Timeless Glamour - Mariah May x "Timeless" Toni Storm (All Elite Wrestling) VS. Kirianthe - Kiriona Gaia x Ianthe Tridentariius (The Locked Tomb Series)

Justine x Alexia (Raw) VS. Nyo!USUK - Nyo!America x Nyo!England (Hetalia)

[sokindragonjou]

DRAGON BALL X NICHIJOU : CHAPTER 19

Nano’s fierce battle with goku continues this week after getting her power up as SHINONOME C ! . Can she keep up with Goku’s power though? will it be enough to end this super ultra great epic showdown?!

As you probably noticed i wasn’t alone on drawing this chapter ! , this special chapter was made between me and other awesome people i will be naming shortly... The idea behind this collaboration chapter was that the battle itself is so out of the ordinary that the art-style around the characters cannot decide what it wants to be ! . It was super fun supervising the project and seeing all the artists produce such wonderful work ! Please go and support all of them as soon as possible!!! 

ARTISTS LISTED BY THEIR PAGE :

1. Sokin Naganon 

2. @dimkougioumtzis 

3. @devixmaster

4. Sokin Naganon

5. P6draws 

6. Nanno  

7. @devixmaster 

8. @snowiicat 

9. @symbolishplant 

10. @snowiicat 

I want to thank also @leatherbelt1295 for helping me with the script and @kirbyddd for helping me with the storyboard ! 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter everyone , and i’ll see you next week for chapter 20 of Dragon Ball X Nichijou!

[the-pink-bunny]

Fuck! Bring it back Nano, I know you can do it!! We're so close!!!

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 1

Catradora - Catra x Adora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) VS. Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Catradora:

the fact the characters (catra and adora) were raised as siblings, their relationship is very abusive and toxic with the characters trying to kill eachother on many occasions. catra is very abusive toward adora. often blackmailing her and phisically harming her. the two end up in a relationship at the end and they have a future thing (idk what to call it) where they get married and the creator confirmed they have a kid together

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

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No propaganda was submitted for Catradora.

Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Nano x Nakamura wins with a near-tie, leaving Catradora to compete in the losers' bracket!

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Round 1

Catradora - Catra x Adora (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) VS. Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Catradora:

the fact the characters (catra and adora) were raised as siblings, their relationship is very abusive and toxic with the characters trying to kill eachother on many occasions. catra is very abusive toward adora. often blackmailing her and phisically harming her. the two end up in a relationship at the end and they have a future thing (idk what to call it) where they get married and the creator confirmed they have a kid together

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

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No propaganda was submitted for Catradora.

Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

[problematic-yuri-poll]

Nano x Nakamura is staying in the tournament!

Problematic Femslash Ship Tournament - Losers' Round 2

Nano Shinonome x Nakamura-sensei (Nichijou) VS. 2zuki - Mizuki "Bibi" Kuranushi x Mizuki Date (AI The Somnium Files - Nirvana Initiative)

Info and propaganda under cut! This will not be spoiler-free.

Problematic elements for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is the science teacher at the high school Nano attends. She can tell Nano is a robot, and wants to capture and study her. She spends most of her series screentime stalking and setting traps for Nano, from drugged coffee to digging pitfalls in the schoolyard.

Problematic elements for 2zuki:

mizuki date is a clone of mizuki kuranushi, who she calls bibi (short for big sis which she was too young to pronounce at the time). bibi is 6 years older than mizuki and shoots her in the beginning of the game, then consistently stalks her in order to protect her when she's in danger. after bibi reveals who she is to mizuki (who for most of the game doesn't even know that she had an older sister), they flirt with each other despite everyone knowing that they're sisters.

--

Propaganda for Nano x Nakamura:

Nakamura-sensei is obviously a lesbian, I mean look at her. Her Team-Rocket-like obsession with Nano (and similar level of success), combined with Nano trying SO hard to keep the fact that she is a robot a secret, makes an excellent dynamic. Science teacher x secret robot student is such a great couple!

Propaganda for 2zuki:

bibi is OBSESSED with her little sister!!! they were both tortured in violent human experiments as children and bibi fought the scientist doing it to them put her own body in the way of a rotating drill in order to protect mizuki from being harmed. over the course of mizuki's life, bibi was always watching over her to make sure she could live a normal life without ever finding out what happened to her as a child. whenever mizuki was in danger, bibi would show up at the perfect time to protect her, as if she was always watching her. she even went as far as shooting a warning shot at mizuki to keep her from investigating the case that would lead to her finding out the truth about her. her in-game file lists her only skill as "guessing which panties mizuki date is wearing that day". despite firing a gun at her and keeping so many secrets from her, as soon as mizuki finds out bibi's true identity, she doesn't hold a grudge against her at all, and her normal brattiness disappears. she becomes soft around bibi and fully trusts her. after losing both of her parents and her adoptive father disappearing for 6 years, she finally has a big sis who loves her more than anyone else in the world and will always be with her!!!