#not to mention the baby xiaolongbao girls

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so if a "bao" can be a baby, a treasure, or a steamed bun, and the baby care area is named the "baoshi" as a pun on baby and treasure, some of the Lans would absolutely continue the pun by referring to the baos as little steamed buns, or the baoshi as a place where baos are baked until old enough. baozi baoshi baos!

Because of this, the Baoshi baos eat a lot of baozi. XD

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🛑 Takara/Takayuki, ☠️ Hironori/Moe, 🎉 Keiko/Yasu (this sounds like a fun duo to me) :3

I hope you’ll like it and that I will do alright ovo;; (once I was home, I listened to a Calming Pokemon OST Compilation, hoping it would give me strength for you to like it)

For the first one, the idea is honestly by Kana ( @yourmoontothenightsky​ ) ahdhd I just couldn’t get it out of my head anymore, so kudos to her for that

Stop my muse from doing something reckless - Takara/Takayuki

“And?” Takayuki made an attempt on an unbothered voice, probably in hope to achieve the impression that he was completely sure on what the answer would be. But Takara did not fail to hear the hint of genuine curiosity in it.

She had currently taken a bite of the Xiaolongbao, a type of Chinese dumpling, he had brought her as the two were walking through the hallways of Totsuki. 

It tasted great. It was warm enough to heat her up a bit but not burn her tongue. The meat-filling was prepared well and also seasoned excellently. And mind you, when it came to meat Takara most certainly knew what she was talking about. 

However, she did not want to boost his ego all too soon and so she took a few more bites, putting up an extra critical act. She practically felt him getting all tense and impatient next to him. Internally she tried calculating how long it would take for him to spat something impolite. 

Finally right when he was about to open his mouth, she said. “It’s good, I guess.”

“Rea- I mean…Of course it is.” Takayuki retorted then, while crossing his arms. “You could have just fucking said it outright though, instead of that haughty performance!” 

Takara’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?” Who was he of all people calling haughty, huh? Takayuki only huffed. “You heard me.” 

A “hmpf” escaped Takara. She’d show that angry rage-ball who truly was the Primadonna of the two. Wanna bet he’d take over an hour to praise her work, hardass tsundere he was? 

“Let’s get into one of the kitchens, I’ve got a pasta-dish to show you.” She therefore spoke challengingly. Takayuki took note of the competitive tone and was quick to respond. “PFAH, Fine by me. Though I hope you won’t feel sad when it fails to reach my leve-“ He suddenly was cut off as one of the students passing by, practically ran into him in their hectic. And being in such a hurry, the person had also already rushed past Takayuki when he was still trying to recollect himself. As he turned his head to the side to inspect who it was that crushed into him, all he saw was a bit of green hair flowing past him. 

Instantly, everything in Takayuki was triggered. 

He knew that shade of green. 

And he associated it with one particular, overly arrogant dickwad who was always looking for trouble. 

Just like he was often quick to talk, Takayuki was also quick to act. Sometimes too quick. Like in this particular situation for example, when his blood was boiling and his brain not working fast enough to satisfy it. 

He swirled around, reached out to grab the person behind him and raised a fist in the process. “YOU MOTHERFUCKING DOUCHEBAG!” 

Before his balled fist could fly however, Takara next to him was quick to get a hold of his shoulder and also said fist. Stopping his actions immediately. “You dumbass! What do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled. 

He shifted his attention to her, responding in equally loud manner. “I am about to punch a bitch!” “You’re about to punch Tori-senpai!” Takara corrected immediately, making Takayuki snap out of his rage as confusion spread on his face. 

He turned his head again and indeed, the one he faced was not the tall, male with his typical condescending smirk that jeered insults often beginning with “mid-” and ending with “-get”. No, the one he was facing was not even a male to begin with but a teenage girl, looking fairly irritated. 

After two more confused blinks, Takayuki finally let go of grabbing the upperclassman while also lowering his fist. 

“May I ask what that was about?” Tori raised an eyebrow, her voice cold. All Takayuki said in response was. “I….Sorry, I thought you were Eizan Shigeo.” This statement only seemed to make matters worse however, as Tori’s face visibly darkened and she spat. “You thought I was who?!” She sounded utterly disgusted. Not that Takayuki could blame her. 

“Again…sorry.” Takayuki muttered and looked to the side. Tori’s blue eyes narrowed for a second before she turned around and walked on, still having things to attend to. “Maybe you need to check out an ophthalmologist.” 

Takara couldn’t help but sigh, knowing that of course Takayuki could not just ignore that statement. She began shaking her head, as he roared. “Hey! Its not my fucking fault that you two share partly the same genes, aight?!”

Tori only turned her head. Her voice was pure frost. 

“Die.”

“THATS SOMETHING THAT THIS FUCKER ALSO SAYS ALL THE-!” 

Takara had enough and got a harsh hold of Takayuki’s shoulder again, pulling him away. 

Protect my muse - Moe/Hironori

(Honestly “Moe being in trouble” is still something I gotta practice writing, so thanks for the request actually :0 ! It will possibly be a bit clunky though)

Moe Saito was barely ever in trouble. 

She was close to quite a few dangerous and dreaded personas. No one in their right mind would actively try to land on the radar of Shigeo Eizan and all of his dangerous schemes, which is why there was barely anyone who would dare to harm one of the rare non-familar-related persons he actually truly cared for.  

Having invisible protection around her at pretty much every given time, Moe was therefore inexperienced how to behave in any sort of racy situations. 

Situations like the one she was in right now. 

“You’re so cute, Moe-Moe. Did anyone ever tell you?” A classmate had gotten a hold of her hands, while simultaneously attempting to pull her closer to him. Moe tried walking backwards, not liking his grip in any way. “A lot of people did.” She responded in her usual dry manner, but if one was to listen closely, one could hear the slight shiver in her voice. 

She looked around the empty classroom, a desperate attempt to spot any familiar face of Shigeo’s associates who usually were always so near. But hopeless. The only thing near to her now, was the wall behind her. The male who still held onto her hands had now given up trying to pull her towards him but rather supported her backwards-approach, in hope he could close the space between them once she had her back to the wall. 

“Can I call you just Moe? Can I?” He smiled, though Moe felt no warmth or friendliness coming from it. It was rather creepy. 

“That wouldn’t be very polite.” She retorted. 

“And such a pretty ribbon you got.” The male merely continued calmly. Moe’s insides were thrown in turmoil when she saw the hand reaching out for her most precious, dotted ribbon. “Can I look at it in detail?”

-

Hironori was just strolling through the school as he suddenly heard a few underclassman eagerly chat near an opened classroom in an otherwise empty hallway. 

“He’s really doing it, huh?” “He’s got guts indeed.” 

Hironori hid behind a wall, a little curious on what this was about. Did some dumbass on this school do something absolutely reckless again? Had Raijin been riding through the corridors on Shelby again?!

“Let’s see if he actually manages to get this done though. He said he wants to succeed through his ‘charms’, which he barely has being honest.” A girl argued. “I still think,… this entire thing is too crass for a truth-or-dare…” A softer voice spoke up. “…Shigeo-senpai will not blink an eye to destroy the entire life of whoever he believes of being at fault for it.”

Hironori leaned in a bit closer. With Shigeo’s name mentioned, suspicion had grown rapidly. Something was not right here. 

“But that’s exactly the idea!” Another voice spoke up. “He’ll snatch that ribbon-” Ribbon. “-and once he has it, we will smuggle it into Kawahara’s things  and once Shigeo-senpai-” Shigeo. “-will see his most precious baby girl-” Baby Girl. “-come crying to him without her most precious ribbon, that annoyance Kawahara will be gone over the night. And all it takes is Hima getting Saito Moe’s.” - Moe. 

“You disgusting cockroaches!” 

With the speed of a flash, Hironori stepped out from behind the wall, his voice being as sharp as a knife and his eyes having a dangerous fire in them. 

The group of middle schoolers flinched immediately and quite a few faces grew pale instantly. 

Utter contempt was shown in Hironori’s gaze as he looked at them. “You’re all through and through despicable and pathetic.”

He was quick to move into the direction of the classroom, just in time as he heard a familiar high-pitched voice wailing. “Don’t touch my ribbon! It was a gift!”

As he stepped into the room, he demanded. “Let go off her this instant.” 

The boy who had a crying and kicking Moe pinned to the wall, turned his head and froze instantly. 

Hironori only took a step further. His tone was cold but oh so full of warning danger. “Step away from her. Or I will decorate the room with your innards.”

This gruesome thought alone paired with such a threatening voice, sent shivers through the boy and he practically jumped away, raising his hands defensively. 

Hironori had to suppress not spitting him in the face. “Now piss off. And don’t you ever even think about stepping anywhere remotely near her ever again. Or I will find you and I will slice you worthlessness of a person into two halves.” 

That was enough for the boy and he ran out of the room immediately. 

Once the sounds of his hurried footsteps that most certainly feared for their lives vanished, Hironori turned his head to Moe, still shivering at the wall, her usually so unbothered and calm face full of tears.

“Moe-” He began, but then the much more shorter girl ran towards him, crashed into his legs making him stumble a bit backwards, pulled her arms around said legs and buried her crying face into them. 

“…Thank you, Nii-chan.” She sobbed, barely audible. 

He looked her for a few seconds, before he patted her head, careful to not distort her ribbon. 

“But of course.” 

For a hug filled with laughter - Yasu/Keiko

“There’s two major ways to interpret the beginning of World War I.” Keiko explained happily, while stuffing the smoked cheese Yasu had prepared into her mouth. “There’s positions who blame the entirety on Germany and Austria but there’s also people who say that all of them were dummy-dums for such a long time and that the situation was so overcooked that a war was basically inevitable. It just needed one event to finally let everything overbuilt and said event happened to be the shots in Sarajevo!”

“Ah..” Yasu responded while taking his notes. He had to write an essay on the war guilt for World War I tomorrow and had asked Keiko for help. 

He always liked Chieko’s help as well, but he had to admit that it was a nice change to be taught something without a few occasional eye-rolls and all-too-typical complains. 

“At the time, the entire guilt was put on Germany with the treaty of Versailles. Which did most definitely plague the young Republic in many ways!” Keiko continued. 

Yasu gave a slight nod. “I see….” He finished the last sentence he had been writing and looked up into Keiko’s radiating, teal-colored eyes. “Well, thank you a lot, Keiko-chan. This will all be very helpful.”

A jolly laughter emerged from his companion and out of the sudden Yasu had arms wrapping around him. “But of course, Ya-kun! It was a pleasure! I love it when people ask me stuff! It’s always a joy!” 

For a few seconds he sat still, a bit overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, while Keiko still giggled. 

Then he began lightly patting her back.