#one shot: a very yakuza christmas

[hamsterclaw]

Fukushu

The hitman who you met one New Year's eve promised you he'd be back, you just didn't think he'd be coming to stay.

A follow up to New Year's cheer, part of Bangtan Christmas 2022.

Pairing: Seokjin x f! reader

Genre: Assassin Seokjin, smut

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Warnings: Sex, swearing, mentions of criminal activity

Word count: 5k

You love waking up on spring mornings like this one, where the air is cool and the leaves are dripping, laden with dewdrops. The mountain air is bracing, you take in a deep breath and close your eyes as you go out into your courtyard.

When you open your eyes again, the serenity of your morning is broken by the unexpected sound of footsteps, then the appearance of a man.

As far as unexpected visitors go, he’s better looking than most.

He’s tall, with shoulders broad enough to block out the sun, and a face that really, honestly, truly, could be in magazines.

Unfortunately, in the line of work he’s in, he’s more likely to be in a CIRO dossier than a fashion tome.

You search the recesses of your mind for the name he told you that New Year’s Eve when you first met.

‘Seokjin,’ you say, pleasant with the memory of the night you shared. ‘What brings you back here?’

He smiles at you, beautiful, blinding.

‘You,’ he replies, ‘of course. I told you I’d be back to see you.’

‘The other thing is,’ he says, continuing, leaning closer like he’s confiding a secret. ‘I’ve been shot.’

***

You grumble to yourself as you set dishes on the table for breakfast, making sure to let your unexpected guest know how distinctly unhumourous you’d found his attempt at humour.

Seokjin had been unreasonably amused by your panic and concern at his announcement, had allowed you to pat him down for injuries before eventually confessing.

‘Of course I went to the hospital before I came here,’ he’d told you, just as you were searching for your first aid kit.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, the wickedness of his humour unfortunately not detracting from his frankly devastating attractiveness.

‘You’ve very capable, but it is the 21st century,’ he’d pointed out. ‘There’s no substitute for good medical care.’

You’ve never wished so much to be affiliated with the yakuza who run your small town.

See how amused Seokjin would be with a blade to his throat.

You eye your chopsticks thoughtfully, and Seokjin says, from where he’s sitting at your table behind you, ‘You look very beautiful. I thought you’d dressed up specifically for New Year’s eve but you’re just as enticing in those tiny shorts you’re wearing.’

Belatedly, you remember you’ve yet to change out of your sleepwear.

You glance down at your thin t-shirt and decide to brazen it out.

Before you can turn around, Seokjin says, ‘that sleep shirt is so transparent you might as well be nude.’

‘Thank you for noticing,’ you say, dry.

You cross your arms pointedly as you walk past him to get changed.

He doesn’t even to pretend to avert his eyes, the bastard.

***

‘How long are you staying?’ you ask, after breakfast.

Seokjin sips his tea, casual. ‘How long am I welcome for?’

‘You actually outstayed your welcome long ago, five minutes after you got here.’

He ignores you. ‘I need somewhere to lay low, just until the heat dies down a bit. I thought a week, maybe two, max?’

He waits until you’re looking at him.

‘If that’s not ok, I can go. I don’t want to inconvenience you.’

You shrug. ‘I could use the company.’

‘Seriously, though,’ Seokjin says. He’s looking at you intently now, gauging your reactions like they matter to him. ‘If you want me out I’ll go right now.’

You say, ‘It’s fine, Seokjin.’

You hesitate. ‘I’m sort of dating someone right now, he stops by a couple times a week.’

‘Is he pretty like me?’ Seokjin asks.

‘He’s prettier than you,’ you say.

‘I find that difficult to believe,’ Seokjin says, tetchy.

You shrug. ‘You’re the one who asked.’

Seokjin mutters something you don’t quite catch, but it sounds pouty.

You glance at your phone. ‘Hey, I’ve got a delivery coming into the bar this afternoon, I should probably head to town. Will you be ok here?’

You show Seokjin around your place before you leave, tell him to make himself at home. You haven’t got a spare room, but you set up a bed roll for him in the annexe between your bathroom and living room.

‘I won’t be back until late, ok? Call me if you need anything.’

Seokjin’s already looking through your stash of games. ‘Sure,’ he mumbles, distractedly.

You roll your eyes. ‘There’s food. See you later.’

***

The bar’s quiet even for a Tuesday, you end up closing five minutes early to head home. You take the route you always take, down along the stream that leads to the back of your house.

You’re closing the gate behind you, fastening the latch, when Seokjin’s voice makes you jump.

‘Shit, you scared me!’ you mutter, leaning against the gate.

He steps out of the shadows. ‘Did you walk back? It’s so late.’

‘This is early for me,’ you say, rubbing the back of your neck, yawning. ‘I thought you’d be asleep.’

Seokjin follows you back into the house.

‘Hungry? Want noodles?’ you offer, getting a pot out of the rack.

‘I’ll make them for you,’ he says.

Surprised, you watch as he gets to work, boiling the water, dropping your noodles into the pot.

‘I’ll get changed,’ you say.

You return to a bowl of steaming noodles, a set table, a mug of tea.

‘Thanks,’ you tell Seokjin.

He sits at the table with you.

The moon shines in through your kitchen window, reminding you of the last time you saw him. You catch him staring at you.

‘It was a full moon on New Year’s eve wasn’t it?’ asks Seokjin.

You smile, softened by the late hour, the warmth filling your belly, the very beautiful man sitting across from you watching you eat a meal he cooked.

‘It was,’ you agree.

You remember the way he looked walking away from you in the cold just past the darkest part of the night, the footsteps he’d left in the snow.

Seokjin reaches over, pushes your mug towards you.

‘Drink,’ he urges.

You take a big gulp of tea, get up to put your bowl in the sink.

‘Go to bed,’ Seokjin says. ‘I’ll wash up.’

‘Just leave it, Seokjin.’

He hums, turns his back to you. His shoulders are broader than you remember, his body lean and long.

You realise he’s watching you look at him, reflected in the glass of the window.

He laughs softly, and you expect him to tease you, but all he says is, ‘Go to sleep. You look tired.’

You go to your room, find your bed roll prepared, quilt arranged neatly, pillow plumped.

You lay your head down and listen to the sounds of Seokjin clearing up in the kitchen.

Eventually, you sleep.

***

You glance out of the window at the sound of the approaching bike.

‘It’s the postman,’ you tell Seokjin, sat at your breakfast table. ‘Stay out of sight.’

Seokjin raises his eyebrow at you. ‘Just tell him I’m your brother.’

‘We don’t look anything alike.’

‘Different fathers?’ suggests Seokjin.

‘I don’t have time for a backstory now,’ you grumble.

‘Maybe an ex-husband?’

You scowl at him and yank open the door, stepping out to greet the postman at the bottom of the steps into the courtyard.

When you get back, post in hand, Seokjin’s frowning into the full length mirror by the door.

‘Do you really think we don’t look alike?’ he asks.

You stand side by side with him.

‘Do you really want to pretend to be brother and sister?’ you ask.

He wrinkles his nose. ‘Probably not. We’re definitely more like exes. Although why would anyone break up with me?’

‘Don’t know, maybe they’re not into handsome men,’ you tease.

Seokjin nods, seriousness in his eyes. ‘Too intimidating?’

You snort and start opening your post.

You frown at the bill you’re just received and shove it back into the envelope.

Seokjin’s been reading over your shoulder.

‘That’s a lot of zeroes,’ he remarks.

‘My dad had a lot of debt before he died.’ You shrug. ‘At least he owed it to the bank and not yakuza.’

You change the subject.

‘I’m getting another delivery today, I have to go in soon.’

‘Can I go with you? I can help.’

‘You good with a ledger?’ you ask. ‘You can help me with the quarterly budget.’

***

You’ve unpack your delivery, arrange things in the store room, make sure your bottles are topped up, and the dishwasher unloaded and then go to check on Seokjin.

He’s sitting behind your desk, frowning over the glasses he put on that you’re convinced are an affectation rather than a necessity.

‘What is this column?’ he asks.

You pick up the stack of receipts you’ve been meaning to sort out and start marking them.

‘What do you think?’ you ask.

Every business in the area makes regular payments to the yakuza, you’re lucky that money is all they want from you. As a single woman with no family nearby, it could be much worse.

Seokjin goes back to staring at your accounts.

‘It’s going to take you years on years to pay off that debt,’ he says, quietly. ‘Especially when half your earnings go on protection money.’

He’s not telling you anything you don’t already know.

You draw an ‘X’ on a receipt in black marker, bold, stark, before you reply.

‘My father went into debt paying medical bills for my mother’s care,’ you tell Seokjin. ‘He died paying it off. The bar is all he had left.’

You place the receipts on the small coffee table in your office.

‘I have a few things to take care of before we open,’ you tell Seokjin.

You smile at him, hoping to lighten the mood. ‘If you find a miracle in the accounts, be sure to let me know. Otherwise I can go back to looking at them tomorrow.’

The night’s lively, Wednesdays usually are, especially around payday.

You’re preparing more sake for a large group in the back when Seokjin emerges from the office, apron on like he works for you.

You give him a bemused look.

‘Want to help me serve this?’ you ask, joking.

Seokjin picks up the heavy tray without so much as a flinch.

You try not to stare at the way his forearms are flexed, hands gripping the sides of the tray. You have a sudden flash of what his hands might look like on your hips.

Seokjin smirks at you. ‘I’m stronger than I look,’ he says.

‘Weren’t you shot?’ you mutter.

He ignores you. ‘Shall I take this round the back?’ he asks.

***

Turns out Seokjin is also a shameless flirt.

You’ve always been aware of how attractive he is, how could you not?

The memory of him stepping into your bar, ducking under the noren, tossing back whiskey and dragging you out with him still sends a thrill through you.

It’d been one of the hottest nights of your life.

Seokjin pours out wine for the three women out for after work drinks, generous with his measures, with a flourish you have to admit is charming.

His already short sleeves are rolled up, and you think at some point he’d found time to tighten the apron around his waist.

He’s flushed from the heat and the alcohol, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears red, but he still looks good enough to eat.

He leans over you to reach fresh napkins. His eyes meet yours knowingly.

‘Your pours are very generous,’ you point out.

You think you sound neutral, but he laughs.

‘I was a bartender for a while, on and off,’ he says.

He’s got the audacity to wink at you. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

‘Jin,’ calls one of the women, waving him over.

Seokjin smiles. ‘Coming,’ he replies smoothly.

‘It’s unprofessional to flirt with customers,’ you point out.

‘And that’s why you don’t earn much in tips,’ Seokjin shoots back.

He lifts another bottle of white out of the crate and gets back to serving.

***

You lock the front door of the bar and turn back to where Seokjin is sprawled out across a bench.

‘Come on, big boy, let’s go home.’

He smiles at you, tipsy.

‘I made a lot of tips,’ he says, proudly.

You bite back a smile. ‘You did.’

You refrain from pointing out that he also drank an entire bottle of imported Italian wine.

You lift his arm up over your shoulders, help to steady him.

‘I can walk,’ he tells you.

‘I just don’t want you to fall into the stream, ok?’ you coax, holding on to his arm.

He hums as you walk back up the hill to your house.

‘Those women liked me a lot,’ he says.

‘You’re pretty,’ you agree.

‘I’m funny, too,’ he points out.

‘I don’t like dad jokes that much,’ you say, lightly.

He scoffs. ‘Yukino said she’ll stop by this weekend to see me.’

‘Sure.’

‘She’s pretty.’

‘I’m sure you’ll make beautiful babies together,’ you tease.

Seokjin considers this as you approach your house.

‘Can you help me get undressed?’ he asks. ‘My shoulder hurts. But don’t look too much, I’m expensive.’

You roll your eyes but you stop in front of him anyway.

‘Kneel down, you’re too tall.’

Carefully, you stretch his t-shirt over his arm, tug it upwards over his head.

He stays perfectly still as you slip his arm into his pyjama shirt.

You can feel his eyes on you as you pull the front panels of his shirt together and start buttoning. You can feel your face getting warm under his gaze.

Your fingertips brush the smooth skin of his torso as you fasten his shirt.

Seokjin licks his lips but says nothing.

‘There,’ you say. If your voice is a little higher pitched than usual, he at least grants you the kindness of not commenting on it.

‘Good night, Seokjin.’

‘Good night, Y/N.’

***

You wake to the sounds of crockery in the kitchen, the smell of coffee.

You pull on your robe and step outside, smile already forming on your face.

It’s not Seokjin.

It’s Haru, the man you’ve been dating on and off.

His face breaks into a smile when he sees you.

‘I was trying not to wake you,’ he says, pulling you into a hug.

‘I sleep light,’ you say. You take the mug he hands you gratefully.

Then you remember.

‘Haru —-‘

You’re interrupted by the arrival of Kim Seokjin.

Shirtless even though he’s been fully clothed the entire time he’s been staying with you.

Pyjama bottoms slung low on his hips.

He smiles at you, acts like he does this all the time.

‘Got coffee for me?’ he asks, intimate, low.

The shit-stirring weasel.

You want to stab chopsticks through his gunshot wound.

He turns a little, and the tattooed ‘7’ on his back makes you vow to find seven ways to torture him before you kill him.

Haru’s looking at you.

‘This is Seokjin,’ you say, using his government name to show the shit-stirring weasel how serious you are. ‘He’s an ex-boyfriend.’

You say, sweetly, ‘He just needs a place to stay for a few days. He’s between jobs. Can’t make the rent.’

Seokjin puts out a hand for Haru to shake. ‘I’m a policeman, I got injured and Y/N said the mountain air might help me recuperate.’

You lock eyes with Seokjin, unable to believe his colossal stupidity.

The heat in your gaze makes Seokjin avert his eyes. You can see the exact moment he spots the tattoo across Haru’s forearm.

His eyebrows rise.

‘Of course,’ Seokjin amends, ‘I work for the KNPA, and we have no jurisdiction here.’

You’re already pulling Haru away, leading him out into the courtyard.

‘Get dressed, will you,’ you snap over your shoulder at Seokjin as you leave.

***

By the time you get back inside, the coffee’s cold and the kitchen is unoccupied.

It’d taken you a while to convince Haru that Seokjin was just an idiot, longer to convince him you weren’t sleeping together.

You lift your hand as Seokjin re-enters the kitchen.

‘Do not,’ you snap, ‘even think about talking to me. I will castrate you.’

Seokjin’s mouth snaps shut. He walks over to the stove.

You get up and unceremoniously leave the kitchen.

Half an hour later, you’ve just about decided it would be too much effort to torture him when you kill him. There’s a quiet tap on the door of your bedroom.

You slide it open to see a tray set with breakfast - pillowy looking french toast and strawberries, fresh coffee.

Under the coffee, a note written in a jagged scrawl that’s exactly how you’d imagine his writing to be.

I’m sorry.

You look up as Seokjin approaches you.

Wisely, he stays out of arm’s reach.

‘I put extra powdered sugar on the french toast,’ he tells you. ‘I can cut it for you if you want.’

You watch as he sits cross-legged, cuts the french toast into bite-sized squares.

‘Shall I feed you?’ he asks, solicitous.

You grab the fork from him.

He eyes you uneasily, moves the knife away from you.

‘I didn’t know your boyfriend was yakuza.’

‘We’re not really dating.’

‘Strategically, it’s a good move,’ he says, like he’s pleased with your ingenuity.

‘We need a better cover story than you’re my deadbeat cop ex who got injured and are in the mountains to recuperate,’ you say.

You open your mouth, and Seokjin offers you another morsel of french toast.

As you chew, he picks up a strawberry, plucks the stem off.

‘I won’t be here much longer,’ he says.

He looks at you. ‘There’s a train out next week that I have a ticket for.’

‘Oh.’

Seokjin feeds you the strawberry, the tips of his fingers brushing your lips.

‘Stop feeding me,’ you protest.

You don’t sound convincing, even to yourself.

Seokjin’s thumb strokes over your bottom lip. He watches, eyes darkening as you part your lips.

He cups your jaw, holds you still as he leans in.

‘I want a kiss,’ he murmurs, lips barely a centimeter from yours.

‘Take it,’ you reply.

He’s gentle, slow, with you as he kisses you. He tastes like powdered sugar and mint, he smells of your shampoo.

He tilts his head, parts his lips, murmurs his approval when you part yours.

‘I’m glad you broke up,’ he tells you as you pull away.

‘We weren’t really dating,’ you point out.

‘Hmm? What were you doing, then?’ Seokjin asks.

‘Just —-‘

Seokjin says, voice silky, ‘Just what, baby?’

He’s still leaning over you, too close to do anything but touch you.

It’s funny, you’re so accustomed to hearing shit talking from him that you’ve never really noticed how sexy he sounds.

His voice is low, a purr in your ear.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ he asks.

His warm lips press against the skin of your cheek, his hands splay over the small of your back, and he pulls you into his lap with a sigh.

His hand kneads your ass under your robe.

‘Look at this ass,’ he says. ‘The number of times I’ve wanted to spank you for the things that come out of your mouth.’

You’re scrambling for something to say, but the first sound that leaves your mouth is a whine.

Seokjin laughs. ‘I don’t think you want to know how many times I’ve thought about that New Year’s eve.’

His hand works over the flesh of your ass, lifting you over the bulge in his crotch.

He mouths over the skin of your neck as his hands make slow passes over your ass, sliding over your thighs.

He moves up your thigh, tugs your panties to one side.

He presses his knuckles against your core, and you whine again.

‘Tell me,’ he says, conversational, fingers slipping tantalisingly close to your entrance. ‘Have you thought about me?’

You’re holding your breath, waiting for him to touch you.

He slides a finger into you, a slow drag that makes you moan.

He nuzzles your neck, nudges your chin up so your neck’s bared to him.

His breath is hot on your skin as he works you with his hand.

He groans as your hand finds its way under his pants. You curl your fingers around the stiff weight of his cock.

Well, you try to.

He’s thick.

Seokjin hisses in a breath as you squeeze just under his head.

His fingers are still moving inside you, stroking, scissoring.

He tilts his head back, grunting a bit as you stroke him.

There’s a deep flush in his chest now, heat rushing to his neck, the tips of his ears.

He’s beautiful like this, eyes intense on you, making soft sounds as you touch him.

He’s slipped a hand under your top, lifted it up, baring your tits to him. He cups your breasts, rolling your nipples with his thumb.

Your breathing quickens, your hand tightens around his cock, and he lowers his head, pressing into you. Your hand comes up, braces on his shoulder, and he groans.

He leans closer, presses you back into your bedroll, settles himself between your legs.

He rolls his hips against yours, the head of his cock nudging you.

The weight of him feels exquisite.

He settles a forearm beside you, propping himself up. He rolls his hips again, and your thighs part so he can fit better.

‘Seokjin –’

‘There you are,’ he says, quietly. ‘I was wondering when I’d see you soft like this again.’

You smile. ‘If you wanted me to be soft you should have showed me your cock sooner.’

He laughs, grinds against you, making you moan. ‘Take these panties off and I’ll show you.’

You lift your hips into his, and he drags your panties down your thighs, squeezes your ass on the way.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as he nudges in. ‘Tell me to stop if it’s too much,’ he says.

He’s gentle, slow, letting you adjust to him as he enters you.

‘More,’ you murmur into his ear, and he groans.

He kisses you again when he’s in all the way.

‘You take me so well,’ he praises.

Pinned underneath him like this, you realise he’s much bigger than you remembered.

He’s so long that his feet hit the door to your tiny bedroom. His shoulders and chest, up close like this, are big enough to stop you from seeing anything but him.

He’s overwhelming, and he fits inside you so snugly you can barely take a breath.

You move your hips, trying to get comfortable, and he stills.

‘Are you ok? Is this ok?’

His voice is strained.

‘I’m ok,’ you assure him. ‘You’re a lot, Seokjin.’

He sounds amused. ‘You can take a lot of me, can’t you?’

He circles his hips, pulling out, rocking into you, slow.

‘You feel so good,’ he tells you. ‘Can I move?’

You grab onto his shoulders as he thrusts.

You’re so wet the slide is easy. He moves, and the drag of his cock against your walls makes you tremble with pleasure.

Seokjin strokes your hair, murmurs praise to you as he moves his hips. You don’t catch all of it over your own moaning but it’s enough to make you feel safe, secure.

You don’t say but he knows when you’re coming, your body tightening around his. He catches your lips with his own, knits his fingers through yours, and says your name quietly, fervently, as he reaches his own release.

Afterward, you float in a pleasured haze as he gets a washcloth to clean you both up. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt back on, and truthfully, you don’t think that’s anything to complain about.

***

Seokjin’s got his plush lips against your cunt, you’re most of the way to coming, and he’s acting like he could keep going forever.

He laps at your cunt, tongue flat against your slit, moaning like he loves the taste of you.

The moon’s hanging high in the sky, you can’t see it but you can see the luminous beam of moonlight across the wall opposite you.

You look down at Seokjin’s beautiful face between your thighs as he licks you out, and the pleasure coils, ramping up with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

Your nipples are hard, your breasts swollen from Seokjin’s big hands touching you.

He parts you with his thumbs, seals his mouth over your clit, and your leg kicks out, flat, as you come.

Seokjin licks you clean, eyes closing. His hand’s fisted over his cock, even in your pleasure you can see the gleam of pre-cum smeared over his tip.

‘Get up here,’ you say, your voice a rasp because you’ve spent most of the day with his dick down your throat.

Goddamn, Seokjin doesn’t just look exquisite, he also tastes so good you could swallow him down all day.

Seokjin’s hand knits in your hair, gentle. His voice is low, husky.

‘Can you take me again? Are you sore?’

‘I can take you, Seokjin,’ you promise, legs already spreading.

His hand grips your thigh, tight.

‘You look so hot spreading for me like that.’

He’s learned how to fuck you now, just like you’ve learned how to take him. You’ve learned how good the burn is if he slides in just right, and he’s learned the angles to fuck you to hit you in places that make your back arch and your toes curl.

Seokjin’s thrusting into you now, the push pull maddening when you just want him deeper. Harder. Longer.

He grips your ass, tight, and pulls you down on his cock. He comes hard on a deep thrust, gasping your name, grinding into you.

He pulls you into his chest as he lays on his back, panting.

‘Why haven’t we been doing this all this time?’ he asks, with the audacity to sound annoyed with you.

‘Maybe because you’re annoying?’ you mumble, rolling over onto your front, facing away from his stunning face.

A moment later his hand lands on your ass. He squeezes, then his palm lands on your ass with a slap.

The sound of his hand on you resonates through the room.

You turn to him, outraged.

He’s ready, the asshole, catching your hands, holding you pinned so you can’t touch him.

You struggle for a bit but he’s much stronger than you’d reckoned.

Finally, you slump against him.

‘Not fair,’ you complain.

‘Didn’t you like it?’ he asks, feigning innocence.

‘No.’

‘Really?’ Seokjin asks.

He lets go of your wrists, presses his lips over the marks he’s made on your skin.

‘I’m sorry. If you don’t like it I won’t do it again.’

You’re oddly disappointed.

Seokjin gives you a knowing smile.

‘Anytime you change your mind, let me know, ok? I’ll spank you anyday.’

You don’t grant him the satisfaction of a reaction.

***

Seokjin’s walking home with you after a night at the bar, humming a tune under his breath.

He’s got an arm around your shoulders, you can’t remember when he started doing it but you like the feel of it.

‘I’m leaving tomorrow,’ he says.

He’s told you a few times already, it wasn’t like you hadn’t been expecting it.

You want to know more, to ask the questions on your tongue.

Where are you going?

Will you be back?

But that would mean showing vulnerability, and you’re not sure about that.

I mean, it’s one thing to cry on his cock, and another to talk about how fond you’ve grown of his company.

Because you are fond of him, even if he has a weaselly side.

You realise he’s looking at you.

‘If anything happens after I’m gone, if you need help, let me know,’ he says.

‘I’ll miss you,’ you blurt out.

Seokjin’s expression changes, and you realise you’ve misunderstood.

‘I mean, if the people who shot me come looking for me, you should let me know,’ he says.

The carefulness of his tone makes your face heat.

God, you’re an idiot.

You’re reeling at your gaffe, your skin crawling with embarrassment.

You can’t look at him.

‘Of course,’ you say. ‘I mean, I’m not going to stick my neck out for you. Even if you have a big dick.’

Seokjin says, seriously, ‘It’s the biggest around.’

‘It’s a fucking whale,’ you agree.

You both laugh.

You’ve reached your house.

‘Good night, Seokjin,’ you say. You muster your courage, smile like you mean it. ‘You still owe me a bottle of whiskey.’

Seokjin says, ‘Thank you for letting me stay. I — I appreciate it.’

You nod, smile. ‘See you in the morning.’

***

When you wake up, Seokjin’s already awake, rustling in the kitchen.

To your surprise, he’s already fully dressed. You hadn’t been expecting him to leave until the afternoon.

‘I thought I’d leave a little earlier,’ he tells you, passing you a mug of coffee.

You try to hide your disappointment.

‘Sure,’ you say, going for cheerful, not quite achieving it but you think you’re close.

‘I really do appreciate everything you’ve helped me with,’ he says, kind.

Formal.

He’s distancing himself from you now, it stings but at least he’s being honest.

‘I’m glad I could help,’ you say.

You reach for a hug, and if you bury your face in his chest a little to smell him one last time you’ll never admit it.

He looks like he’s about to say something, looking down at you, but instead he steps back, bows very formally at you and then he’s gone, walking out the kitchen door through the courtyard.

***

You’re polishing glasses as you prepare to open the bar, when the door swings open.

You’re already calling out a greeting when you look up and see who it is.

You have the oddest sense of deja vu.

The tall man who’s just walked in smiles at you, and he’s so handsome your breath catches in your throat.

‘What — what are you doing here?’ you ask.

‘I came back to ask if you wanted to come with me,’ Seokjin says.

He tilts his head at you. ‘I was going to go to Sao Paolo.’

You’re working hard to stop the smile blooming across your face.

‘I’ve never been,’ you say, casual.

‘I think you’d look good in a bikini,’ Seokjin says, without missing a beat. ‘Or nothing.’

You’re considering this as Seokjin takes a seat at the bar in front of you.

He leans his forearms on the bar.

‘I got as far as the train station,’ Seokjin says. ‘Then I had to come back.’

He smiles wryly.

‘Turns out I like your face better than mine.’

You blink.

‘We don’t have to go to Sao Paolo—‘ Seokjin begins.

You cut him off with a kiss.

‘Yes,’ you breathe. ‘Let’s go.’

©hamsterclaw 2023

[scary-senpai]

In which Saitama steals Garou's Christmas decorations, continued:

Saitama is particularly freaked out by the little wooden elves, so he goes full Yakuza on them (kidnaps them, dumps them in a river) while disguised in a Santa suit.

Ideally, Saitama would have destroyed the elves completely. But in keeping with the Usual Running Gag (Sai wins every impossible/high-stakes fight but continually loses small ones), his attempt to punch out the elves plays out like the Mosquito Incident (Saitama literally cannot land a hit, no matter how hard he tries), and so he attempts to shred them.

So, Saitama tries to pull a Fargo and dump the elves in a woodchipper. But there simply aren't any woodchippers to be found in his neighborhood, he takes them to an office supply store instead, unaware that they offer a very different kind of shredding and it is also very expensive. Anyway, chaos ensues.

“Exhibit A,” Garou said. “As of yesterday morning, you have been permanently banned from OfficePlus… for unauthorized shredding, among other things.”

Saitama wrinkled his nose and stared at the printed image in his hands.

“That’s just some dude in a Santa suit,” Saitama replied. “There are plenty of those running around and wrecking havoc this time of year.”

“True, true,” Garou murmured. “But not many of them have all this on their rap sheet.”

Below a blurry, security-camera shot of a belligerent Santa-esque character shouting at a store clerk, a litany of offenses were listed. Garou read them off one by one.

“Disruptive haggling. Coupon forgery. Gross misuse of the Take-a-Penny, Leave-a-Penny jar... this combination of misdemeanors is pretty unique to you. Few people are petty enough to steal literal chump change.”

[quokkacore]

lost and found [bang chan]

summary: looking for your soulmate is difficult to do when you’re also looking after your daughter. but on a chance shopping trip, when you lose her, you end up finding her, and your soulmate, whose soft smile and cute dimples offer a lot of promise.

pairing: musician!chan x singlemom!reader

genre: soulmates au, slice of life, meet-cute, holiday special-ish?, fluff, minor angst towards the beginning.

warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, language, eating 

song rec: exo - wait // chen - shall we?

word count: 2.1k

a/n: helena writing something that isnt angsty or smutty? apparently thats possible. december is gonna be pure winter fics says the girl who lives in a country where its SUMMER but go off and i’m posting a two part exo fic tht i’m rlly excited for on christmas eve and christmas day, so pls look forward to tht ^^

It only took a minute. It felt like even less. You turned your head to look for a sales employee, and let go of your 4 year old daughter’s hand to grab the hand she was holding onto to look through the shirts you were going through. Your eyes and hands were off of Annie for the briefest of moments, and when you reached out again, when you turned your head to look downward… gone. Like the wind. 

That had been ten minutes ago. Now, you were wandering around the department store like you had gone crazy. To a certain degree, you had. Don’t panic if you lose sight of your kid, all the parenting articles had said. So naturally, you were doing exactly that. Once your mind got the gears turning, it was hard to get them to stop. Your inner pessimist was already whispering to you, what if she left the building? What if some creep snatched her up? What if she had gotten hurt? 

Why couldn’t you have just stayed home on your day off? Why did you have to decide to haul yourself and your daughter along to the mall to do your holiday shopping today? You were immediately beginning to regret every decision you’d made in the past few hours, tears prickling in your eyes and a lump beginning to grow in your throat. 

You wondered vaguely if she’d left the department store and was now wandering around the mall. That could be an entirely different possibility. You’d gone around the department store twice now, not seeing a single sight of her. Your grip tightened on her winter coat—which she had given to you when it got too warm for her from being inside—and started looking for a security guard instead. Maybe they could call out to the other security guards in the mall and keep a lookout.

Just as you spotted one, beginning to think of what you could say to give a physical description—her hair and eye color, which were both the same as your own, the red t-shirt she had on, the jeans, her height—a notification bell rang throughout the department store on the speaker system. 

“To Annie’s mom, Y/N,” The woman on the PA system said, “Your daughter is at the help desk at the north entrance of the building.” 

A swell of relief swept through you as she repeated the announcement one more time, and your feet, of their own volition, started towards the exit of the department store. What a fucking relief. You had entered toward that side of the building; meaning, yes, she’d left the store, but she hadn’t gone too far. Your heart was racing, sprinting towards the entrance. Your eyes darted back and forth, desperately waiting for the desk to come into sight as you rounded the corner. 

When you turned, your eyes caught sight of your little girl, Annie, standing in front of the desk, teary-eyed, next to a young man in a black hoodie, watching her quietly. Your feet sped up, and when you were about fifteen feet away from the desk, your daughter turned her head to the sound of quick feet making a mad dash across the floor. Her eyes widened, and her little feet shot in your direction. “Mommy!”

She ran up to you, and you crouched to grab her in your arms, engulfing her in a hug that felt like it was more for your sake than for hers. You could feel a giant weight falling off of your shoulders as he sniffled against your shoulder. You found yourself having to blink tears out of your eyes. Pulling away a few seconds later, you wiped away a stray tear trickling down your little girl’s cheek.

“Honey, you can’t just walk away from me like that,” You murmured shakily, “I was so worried.” 

“‘M sorry, mommy,” She sighed in a small voice, lower lip wobbling. Your heart clenched at how upset she was, and you put your hand on her cheek to calm her down. “Wanted t’go look at the toys. But I didn’t see you ‘nymore after.”

You sighed, pursing your lips. “I’m so glad you’re safe. How did you find your way to the desk?”

Annie turned her head, wide eyes fixing on the man in the oversized hoodie. Dark, frizzy curls paired with eyes of the same color, warm and welcoming, watching your interaction with his elbow propped up against the desk. “He helped me. Showed me where t’go.”

Your eyes met the man’s, and you stood slowly, holding onto Annie’s hand. You made your way over to him, flashing him a small friendly smile. “Annie says you helped her find her way here? I can’t thank you enough. I was this close to losing my mind.” 

He let out a quiet laugh, nodding sympathetically. “I can imagine,” He replied, revealing a deep Australian accent, “I remember when I was a kid, my little sister got lost at the supermarket. My mum just ‘bout went nuts looking for her, and she was only missing for like five minutes. When I saw your daughter all alone, I got this horrible feeling, and I remembered my mum… I couldn’t just leave her there, y’know?”

You laughed. “Kids,” You sighed warmly, “You can’t take your eyes off of them, not even for a second. But honestly, thank you, uh, Mr…?”

He smiled, and as your other turbulent emotions began to subside, you realized he was insanely cute, taking note of his rosy, heart-shaped lips and his dimple. “Bang Chan. Uh, but just Chan is fine! Really.”

“Chan,” you repeated, your smile growing. You turned your head to look down at Annie. “And, what do we say to Chan for helping you, Annie? Sweetie...?”

But she didn’t seem to be listening to you. She was too busy gawking at your hand, which was holding onto her little one. You furrowed your brows, eyes falling to where she was looking, before your mouth fell open. 

This was the last thing you were expecting, you thought, as your eyes fell upon the red string tied around your finger, eyes trailing forward, forward, until they made their way to Chan’s index finger, and then even further, meeting Chan’s eyes, which were wide as saucers. Evidently, he hadn’t been expecting this either.

 “Mommy,” Annie said, confused, “That string just showed up out of nowhere. Like magic!” 

It was your turn to not answer now, too in shock, blinking stupidly at Chan, who was doing the same. It felt like an out of body experience, unable to stop your mouth from gaping like a fish, while watching you and this ridiculously charming, handsome-for-absolutely-no-reason man come to the realization that the universe had tied you together, quite literally.

“I-I…” You choked out, unable to speak. Oh my god, you idiot, you thought, say something! Don’t just stare!

“Mommy.” Annie’s free hand was tugging on your long, brown winter coat now, which snapped you out of your idiotic gawking. You looked down at her, and her eyes were glittering with excitement. “The string! ‘S’the one you told me about last week! Th’one that shows up when you meet your… your… snow mate!”

That seemed to truly snap you out of it, for some reason, and you let out a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh.

“Annie, I think you mean soulmate.”

“Yeah, that!” She started jumping up and down, and your face grew a crooked smile. You looked back at Chan, who was watching the interaction warmly. His eyes met yours when he realized you were looking at him, and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart do an anxious little tap dance, like he had known you for years and wanted to catch up.

In a way, it was true.

“So…” You said, “You said your name was Chan?”

He giggled a little at your breathless tone, and you grinned giddily. You felt like a teenager. It was honestly a bit embarrassing. 

“You wanna get some lunch? My treat.” He sounded insistent, but his eyes were still creased up with his welcoming smile. “I insist.”

“What are the odds?” You asked with a smile, having finished your lunch—some pizza from the mall Chan had insisted on paying for—a few minutes ago, now watching Annie run around over on the indoor playground with some other kids there. Chan was sitting across from you at the table. “The last thing I was expecting was to find you, y’know?”

“I think there was a higher priority on your list of things you needed to find at the moment.”

“Ha, ha,” You deadpanned, “You’re hilarious. Tell another one.”

“Alright, what do you call a—”

“No!” You said with a giggle. “I heard enough earlier when you told me the one about the yakuza and the jacuzzi.”

Chan laughed gleefully, resting his chin on his hand. The string had since disappeared—they disappeared some ten minutes after meeting your soulmate. “But really, it is pretty crazy. I read a few weeks ago that only 3 out of every 10 people actually manage to find their soulmates.”

He didn’t respond but his eyes studied your face, gaze fixated on the bridge of your nose. “Call me biased,” He murmured, “But you’re very beautiful.”

You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Ah, thank you.” It was Chan’s turn to smile bashfully, the tips of his ears turning red. He looked down at his hands, which were on the table. A brief silence settled over the both of you, and you pondered over how he had been during lunch, gentle in his questioning but also incredibly sweet whenever Annie said something or asked a question, and how he always looked genuinely interested in what she had to say. 

As a single mom, you never really had time to date. But both times that you given it a try, they didn’t seem to care about Annie or what she had to say. But here, now, Chan had been so happy to explain how he made music when she asked, or let her have the last slice of pizza, and it didn’t come across as disingenuous. It didn’t have the slightly condescending lilt some people put on to talk to younger children. He didn’t speak slowly and loudly, but he was aware that he needed to simplify his language given that she was still a little kid. He took things at her pace, and you could see that Annie warmed up to him instantly. 

Still, you were a little wary.

“Look,” You said softly, eyes turning to the playground, looking for Annie. When you found her, chasing a little boy around, you smiled softly. “I’m really excited to have found you, Chan. It’s something I’ve always wanted but never expected. But… y’know, I’m a mom, above everything else. Ever since she was born, Annie’s been, and always will be my number one priority. I need you to understand that.”

You met his eyes again, and they had turned more serious, attentive to your words. “I totally understand that, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to come between you and her, and I don’t expect you to drop everything for me. Especially if it involves Annie.”

“Thank you,” You answered softly, nodding. “It’s hard for her. Her dad and I broke up a few months after she was born, and she sees him maybe once or twice a year. She’s in such an important age for her development, and needs me just as much as I need her, y’know?”

He nodded again, humming in accordance. “Of course. I’m totally willing to wait if you’re not ready yet, or if you want to set certain boundaries for her wellbeing... Whatever you feel is best for her.”

Slowly, his hand made its way to rest on top of yours. He was almost cautious about it, brushing his fingers gently against your knuckles. “You really made my day.” His voice was warm, eyes full of mirth. You smiled. “You made mine too. Because I found my soulmate and you stopped me from having a heart attack by saving the day and finding Annie. I’m never gonna thank you enough for that.”

He laughed. “I’m glad I was able to help. It led me to you.”

Lowering your head as your heart skipped a beat, you looked at his hand on yours, then at Annie, and finally back at him. A rosebud of hope began to bloom in your chest.

Seeing his dimples as his eyes shone, you had a solid feeling it wouldn’t ever wilt.

taglist: @decembermoonskz​ 

[cryingcow]

Character Story - Saejima (1985)

Now for a Saejima story that’s much longer than the last :D Ch. 3 is set in Y5, so super minor spoilers for that (which makes this a Christmas story!). This will probably be my last for the near future, COVID situation-depending (or at the very least I’ll be much slower in translating lol cuz I really need to study and this story is just making me guilty XD).

Story: In the month before he attempts mass murder, Saejima gets to live out his dream of being a teacher.

Boy: “How do I solve this problem?”

Saejima, carrying a gun in his mouth: “Bluplaguhabulahebluwa.”

Boy: “I see! You know, you’re way more understandable than my actual schoolteachers.”

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CHAPTER 1

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One day in March, 1985 . . . one month before Saejima Taiga became the “Legendary 18-Count”.

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Saejima: “Haa~. I might have had too much to drink with my kyoudai, because my head is fuzzy. Will I wake up if I drink some coffee? . . . Hm?”

Café Alps Waiter: “Sitting down with just 1 cup of coffee for hours! If you’re studying, do it at home!”

Boy: “I can’t concentrate at home! There aren’t many customers anyway, so it’s okay!”

Saejima: “Oi. Are ya picking a fight with a kid?”

Café Alps Waiter: “N-No. This kid has been sitting here since morning. Just 1 cup of coffee, for hours.”

Boy: “I was studying. I’m taking an exam soon. At home, my family is noisy and no good . . .”

Saejima: “Is that so . . . Ain’t it crowded at the café? Can’t you overlook him?”

Café Alps Waiter: “I can’t ignore this problem. What if the other kids copy him?”

Boy: “Hey, the mock exam is near, so 1 more hour! A good idea, right?!”

Café Alps Waiter: “It’s useless! Look, go over there! Shoo!”

Saejima: “. . . If you want to stay, why don’t ya order another cup? Look, I’ll get one, just let him study.”

Café Alps Waiter: “Eh? You?”

Boy: “Ojiisan! Is that okay?!”

Saejima: “Yeah.”

Boy: “Thank you! Ojiisan!”

Saejima: “. . . Brat. It’s not Ojiisan. It’s Saejima.”

Ichiro: “Saejima-no-ojiisan then! I’m Ichiro! Nishiyamada Ichiro!”

Saejima: “Ichiro. It’s time for you to study. There are people in this world who even if they want to study, they can’t.”

Ichiro: “Yup! I’ll work hard!”

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|A few days later . . .|

Ichiro: “Stingy!”

Café Alps Waiter: “This is a business! If you’re not buying anything, then go home!”

Saejima: (Oi, oi. Not again.)

Saejima: “Are ya at it again?”

Ichiro: “Ah, Saejima-no-ojiisan . . .”

Saejima: “Ichiro, are ya studying at the café again?”

Ichiro: “Yup . . .”

Café Alps Waiter: “The other day, did you know that this kid stayed until closing after you paid for a drink? One extra drink is not enough . . .”

Saejima: “. . . It can’t be helped. Oi, Ichiro. You can’t study if you’re not in a quiet place, yeah?”

Ichiro: “Yup. That’s right, but . . .”

Saejima: “Then I know a place. Follow me, I’ll take ya there.”

Ichiro: “Eh? Is it a good place?”

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Ichiro: “Ojiisan, what’s here?”

Saejima: “Ah, this place is . . .”

Saejima: (I can’t tell him it’s an abandoned hideout once used by the Family . . .)

Saejima: “Yeah, uh . . . it’s an acquaintance’s building. You can use it as much as ya like.”

Ichiro: “Hmm, all right. But . . . don’t you have a desk?”

Saejima: “How about those mandarin orange boxes over there? With cushions . . . we can use the cardboard box.”

Ichiro: “Yeah! . . . Somehow, this place looks like a secret base.”

Saejima: “. . . Didn’t ya say you were taking an exam the other day?”

Ichiro: “Yup. There’s a school I want to go to. So there’s a mock test soon . . . But I’m not good at studying. My grades don’t improve at all.”

Saejima: “Not good at studying, huh . . . Ichiro, how do you do it?”

Ichiro: “Um . . .”

{Ichiro demonstrates to Saejima.}

Saejima: “Hmm. That’s an inefficient method. I’ll teach you the right way. Let me show ya how.”

Ichiro: “Eh? Saejima-no-ojiisan? . . . You know how to study?”

Saejima: “Idiot. Even if I look like this, I was aiming to be a schoolteacher. When I was a kid, I was able to study well.”

Ichiro: “Eeh?! Really?!”

Saejima: “Really. Now let me show ya how.”

{Saejima demonstrates to Ichiro how to study Math.}

Saejima: “So, do it like this. The trick is to solve the same problem over and over again.”

Ichiro: “Wow! With Saejima-no-ojiisan’s teaching, it’s very easy to understand!”

Saejima: “Heh. Ain’t that right? Now, is Social Studies next? Let’s see . . .”

{Saejima continues teaching Ichiro.}

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Ichiro: “Ojiisan, thank you for today!”

Saejima: “Sure. Do your best.”

???: “Oi, isn’t that Ichiro?”

Ichiro: “Ah . . .”

Saejima: “. . . Do ya know them?”

Ichiro: “Y-Yup. I think they’re friends of Oniichan . . .”

Thug-like Youth: “Ichiro-kun. We’re a bit short on pocket money. Will you lend us some again?”

Ichiro: “. . . I-I’m sorry. I don’t have any money.”

Thug-like Youth: “Lies! I heard from your Oniichan! Didn’t you have pocket money yesterday?! Hey!”

Ichiro: “Hiii . . .”

Saejima: “You guys . . . aren’t ya embarrassed to be asking such a thing from a child?”

Thug-like Youth: “. . . Ossan. It’s nice to look cool and all, but have you seen how many we are? If you’re going to pick a fight, maybe you should check out the other party first?”

Ichiro: “Sa-Saejima-no-ojiisan. Don’t do it. These guys are a group of runaways. They’re really strong . . . We should do what they say . . .”

Saejima: “. . . Ichiro. I’m not saying to get into a fight that ya can’t win. However . . . there are times when ya shouldn’t run away. Remember that.”

Ichiro: “Eh?”

Thug-like Youth: “Ossan, what the hell~, you think you can win? Just because you have a good body build? Then I’ll make you cry through sore eyes!”

{Saejima defeats all of the thugs.}

Thug-like Youth: “H-Hiii . . . Strong . . .”

Saejima: “You guys . . . try and lay a hand on Ichiro next time, and you’ll be sorry.”

Thug-like Youth: “U-Understood, damn it!”

{The thugs run away.}

Ichiro: “A-Amazing. . . . Saejima-no-ojiisan, you’re really strong too!”

Saejima: “It’s no big deal. How about you, Ichiro, are ya alright?”

Ichiro: “Y-Yup.”

Saejima: “. . . Geez. Shaking down a child. What bad friends. Ichiro, if they come after you again, tell me, okay?”

Ichiro: “Yup! Thank you! But I can’t just be protected by other people all the time. I have to become strong.”

Saejima: “Hm? Strong?”

Ichiro: “Actually, I want to be a police officer. A good police officer just like my dad.”

Saejima: “Wh-What? Officer? Your dad?”

Ichiro: “Yup. Is something wrong?”

Saejima: “N-No. So that’s what ya want. So ya want to be a police officer too?”

Ichiro: “Yup. My dad is a great police officer. He bravely confronts the Yakuza. It’s his job to protect the general public by not putting up with those bad guys.”

Saejima: “. . . A good father.”

Ichiro: “Yup. But I’m worried because he often gets hurt. Kamurocho is full of dangers.”

Saejima: “Well, that’s true. It’s a dangerous city . . .”

Ichiro: “Hey, Saejima-no-ojiisan. Teach me how to fight.”

Saejima: “What? How to fight?”

Ichiro: “Yup! I want to be strong like you so I won’t lose to bad guys!”

Saejima: “Yeah, but . . . how about ya don’t get into a quarrel with a bad guy? If you can do that, that would be the best.”

Ichiro: “But you have to be strong if you want to be a police officer! So Ojiisan! Make me your disciple!”

Saejima: “. . . And if I’m strict? Even then?”

Ichiro: “Yup! It’s fine! Thank you, Saejima-sensei!”

Saejima: “Ha, Saejima-sensei. I’m a bit tickled.”

Ichiro: “Fufufu. . . . Oh, by the way . . . what does Saejima-sensei usually do?”

Saejima: “Th-That is . . . it’s a freelance business.”

Ichiro: “Freelance? Hmm. I don’t really get it.”

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-END-

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CHAPTER 2

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|One day in March, 1985 . . . 10 days before Saejima became the “Legendary 18-Count”.|

Saejima: “. . . Hmm. That Ichiro didn’t come today either. Did something suddenly happen in the past few days . . . ?”

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Saejima: “. . . Hm? That’s . . .”

Ichiro: “. . .”

Saejima: “Oi, if it isn’t Ichiro.”

Ichiro: “! Sa-Saejima-sensei . . .”

Saejima: “What a miserable face. Ya haven’t come by the past few days to study, what happened?”

Ichiro: “. . .”

Ichiro: “Uugh. Uwaaaaaa.”

Saejima: “O-Oi, what’s wrong?”

Ichiro: “Uwaaaaaa . . . Saejima-sensei . . .”

Saejima: “. . . F-For now, calm down. Okay?”

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Saejima: “What happened that ya suddenly started crying?”

Ichiro: “. . . Dad . . .”

Saejima: “Hm? What happened to your father?”

Ichiro: “. . . He was shot and gravely injured.”

Saejima: “Eh?! What do you mean?”

Ichiro: “He got mixed up with yakuza . . . He protected a woman who was likely to get shot, and . . .”

Saejima: “. . . And wh-what?”

Ichiro: “The place where he got shot was so bad that he might not be able to walk anymore . . .”

Saejima: (So that’s why I haven’t seen him the past few days.)

Saejima: “That’s heartbreaking . . .”

Ichiro: “. . . U-Uuuugh . . .”

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Saejima: “Are ya alright? Can you go home alone?”

Ichiro: “Yup. I’m fine.  . . . Hey, Saejima-sensei. It’s about your cram school . . .”

Saejima: “Cram school? Oh, that abandoned place? Did ya go there?”

Ichiro: “. . . I’m thinking of quitting. I don’t want to be a police officer.”

Saejima: “. . . That so . . . Is it because of your father?”

Ichiro: “Yup. That’s why teacher’s cram school . . .”

Saejima: “. . . Did ya get scared?”

Ichiro: “. . . Yup.”

Saejima: “. . . I see.”

Ichiro: “Saejima-sensei . . . what should I do?”

Saejima: “. . . That’s right. You’re having a hard time now, so how about ya sleep on it. However . . .”

Ichiro: “However?”

Saejima: “It’s no good to lose sight of the back ya want to emulate. If ya lose your way, I will guide you back myself.”

Ichiro: “Back . . . to emulate?”

Saejima: “That’s right, your father was a good police officer. That doesn’t change no matter what. What ya saw on your father’s back . . . it’s still a fine gate to aim for. Ichiro, having that in your heart should guide you when ya get lost, okay?”

Ichiro: “Saejima-sensei . . .”

Saejima: “But for now, you should take a rest. Don’t worry about the cram school.”

Ichiro: “. . . Yup. Thank you, Saejima-sensei.”

Saejima: (So, is it a yakuza-related crime? If I dig little, I can figure out who’s involved.)

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Yakuza: “Haa . . . haa . . . Go away! Leave me the fuck alone!”

Saejima: “Wait!”

Yakuza: “Haa . . . haa . . . zee . . . zee . . . Damn it! What the hell are you?!”

Saejima: “The other day, a fight between yakuza took place behind Pink Street. Are you the yakuza involved in it?”

Yakuza: “Yeah?! What of it?!”

Saejima: “Were ya the one who tried to shoot a respectable woman? Moreover, the bullet that hit the cop on the scene . . . At the time, you escaped successfully. Did ya think that was enough?”

Yakuza: “Hey, are you a cop? You don’t look like one . . .”

Saejima: “No. Sorry. This is . . . revenge.”

Yakuza: “Revenge? Heh, interesting. In that case, I’ll throw it back at you!”

{Saejima beats up the yakuza.}

Yakuza: “Damn . . . strong . . .”

Saejima: “(For Ichiro, there is no relief. Even if I took revenge . . .)

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|A few days later . . .|

Saejima: “. . . Hm? In that abandoned building I used with Ichiro . . . It seems the light is on, but it shouldn’t be . . .”

Saejima: “Oi, Ichiro.”

Ichiro: “Oh, Ojiisan. You’re here.”

Saejima: “Because the light was on. Rather, are ya all right?”

Ichiro: “. . . Yup.”

Saejima: “I see.”

Ichiro: “. . . Hey, Ojiisan. I’ve been thinking since then . . . I shouldn’t give up on my dream to be a police officer after all. Saejima-sensei taught me about ‘a back to emulate’. I still admire his.”

Saejima: “I see . . .”

Ichiro: “In addition, it’s not just my dad’s. The back that I admire.”

Saejima: “Eh?”

Ichiro: “Because it’s not just my dad that I admire, it’s also Saejima-sensei!”

Saejima: “! Ichiro . . .”

Ichiro: “So from now on . . . thank you!”

Saejima: “. . . Heh. Got it.”

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|A few days later, at Saejima’s apartment . . .|

Phone: “Bururururu . . .”

Saejima: “Yes. This is Saejima.  . . . Eh? Talk with me? Is it important? . . . Understood. I’ll head out.”

Saejima: (Something important to tell me? The hell could it be?)

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Saejima: “. . .”

Younger Delinquent: “. . . Then, if you are decided, please contact me. Everything will be confidential.”

Saejima: “Yeah . . .”

Saejima: (I would do anything for Boss Sasai . . . is what I thought . . . To kill. The target is the leader of the Ueno Seiwa. My heart is set. But before that, there’s something else I have to deal with.)

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Ichiro: “Eh? Ends today? Wh-Why?!”

Saejima: “. . . I’m sorry.”

Ichiro: “Why? Why?”

Saejima: “I’m not the kind of guy you should follow. I don’t want ya to chase my back.”

Ichiro: “. . . Ojiisan. I don’t know . . .”

Saejima: “Ichiro. I’m sorry.  . . . Become a good police officer.”

Ichiro: “Ojiisan . . .”

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|April 21, 1985.  . . . Saejima Taiga kills the Ueno Seiwa leader along with many members. This is the incident that later dubbed him the “Legendary 18-Count”. Saejima will receive the death sentence for that crime . . .|

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-END-

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CHAPTER 3

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|December 2012. Kamurocho. 27 years after Saejima’s 18 kills. Saejima escaped from Abashiri Prison in Hokkaido after learning of Majima’s death. When he returned to Kamurocho to find out the truth . . .|

Saejima: “Haa . . . haa. Tch, they can’t find me with this many people . . . !”

Police: “The jailbreaker is over there!”

Saejima: “Damn it!”

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Saejima: “Phew. Somehow, I managed . . . hm?”

Punk: “It should be around here . . .”

Saejima: (It can’t be helped. I’ll have to hide until they leave.)

Male Voice: “Oi, did you bring it?”

Saejima: (. . . Police?)

Punk: “Oi, how much longer do I have to pay up?”

Police Officer: “Are you in a position to complain? If it wasn’t for me, you think you’ll be eating good food in a dangerous prison?”

Punk: “Shit!”

Saejima: (What? Is he giving money to the police officer? What’s he doing? I should go elsewhere.)

{Saejima steps on glass as he tries to escape.}

Saejima: “!”

Police Officer: “Who’s there?!”

Saejima: (Damn it. I’ve been found . . . !)

Police Officer: “. . . Sa-Saejima . . . sensei?”

Saejima: “Huh?”

Police Officer: “After everything . . . is that all? I heard you’d broken out of jail . . .”

Saejima: “. . . Y-You, no way . . . . . . Ichiro?”

Ichiro: “. . . Long time no see.”

Saejima: “. . . Did you become a police officer?”

Ichiro: “Yeah. As you can see.”

Saejima: “Really. That’s good. I want to rejoice in our reunion, but it’s not the best timing. . . . Ichiro. I’m sorry but can’t you overlook that ya saw me? I still have something to do. I can’t afford to get caught . . .”

Ichiro: “. . . Heh. Are you going to kill someone again? I was surprised you killed 18 people, ‘Saejima-sensei’ . . .”

Saejima: “!”

Ichiro: “You also kept it a secret that you were yakuza. Even so, you were a good teacher . . .”

Saejima: “No, that is . . .”

Ichiro: “. . . Very well. I’ll overlook you. I don’t know what you’re going to do, and I don’t care. But you’ll have to pay me 500,000 yen.”

Saejima: “Ichiro . . . you . . . Was the money you received from the punk earlier a bribe? Where did ya learn such a thing?”

Ichiro: “Saejima!! I’m no longer an innocent kid!”

Saejima: “. . . . . . Won’t your father be sad? Did ya become a good police officer?”

Ichiro: “. . . Murderers often bring that up.  . . . Well, whatever. Just pay me.”

Saejima: “. . . Ichiro. I have no money to pay you now.”

Ichiro: “I see. . . . But you’re not going to come quietly, right?”

Saejima: “Yeah.”

Ichiro: “In that case, what to do . . . You guys! Time to make yourselves useful!”

Punk: “Eh?”

Ichiro: “Beat the hell out of Saejima. But don’t kill him.”

Punk: “H-Haa?! Why should we? Making us do such a thing on top of making us pay . . .”

Ichiro: “Robbery with assault. How long do you think you’ll get?”

Punk: “Ugh . . .”

Ichiro: “Do you want to eat smelly rice in prison?! Do you want to have the rest of your life ruined?!”

Punk: “D-Damn it!!”

{Saejima beats up the punks.}

Punk: “Im-Impossible! Impossible, impossible! This guy is as strong as a monster!”

Saejima: “. . .”

Ichiro: “What are you doing, you useless piece of junk!”

Punk: “B-But he’s too much for us! This guy’s strength is inhuman!”

Ichiro: “. . . If that’s the case, then use this. I confiscated this dagger today.”

Punk: “!”

Ichiro: “So stab Saejima! He’s not going to die!!”

Saejima: “. . . Ichiro. You . . .”

Ichiro: “Saejima! This is the price for betraying me! I’ll take the credit!”

Ichiro: “What’s wrong?! If you don’t do it, I’ll get rid of you too!!”

Punk: “. . . U-Uugh . . . . . . . . . . D-Damn iiiiiiit!! Cut it out, you fucking cop!”

{The punk points the knife at Ichiro.}

Ichiro: “What . . . What do you think will happen if you go against me?”

Punk: “Shut up! I’m going to mess you up! You’re dead!!”

{The punk rushes in to stab him.}

Ichiro: “U-Uwaaaaaa!”

Ichiro: “Eh?”

Saejima: “. . . Shit . . . as expected, it hurts.”

Punk: “. . . Ah. A-a-a-a-a-ah . . . Uwaaaaaaaaa!”

{The punks run off.}

Ichiro: “. . . . . . Wh-Why?”

Saejima: “Nothing to it. You were about to get stabbed. I can’t let ya meet your father like that, can I?”

Ichiro: “. . .”

Saejima: “. . . Kuh. Tch . . . He really used quite the force . . . stabbing that in . . .”

{Saejima falls to the ground.}

Saejima: “. . . Ichiro, what’s wrong? Aren’t ya arresting me? No way I can fight back now.”

Ichiro: “. . . . . . Ha, hahaha. You haven’t changed at all. Even though my hands are so dirty . . .”

Saejima: “! Ichiro . . .”

Ichiro: “. . . . . . 27 years ago . . . I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to think they got it all wrong.  . . . I was shocked. It was really because I saw your back . . . . . . But now, once again . . . I feel like it’s been shown to me.”

Saejima: “. . . Ichiro.  . . . Uugh . . . shit . . .”

Ichiro: “I know an underground doctor. He’s just nearby . . .”

Saejima: “No. I don’t need this taken care of. I’ll do something about it myself.”

Ichiro: “No, but . . .”

Saejima: “Heh. Don’t look at me like that.”

Ichiro: “. . . . . . Then run away before anyone sees you. Is there something I can do?”

Saejima: “Something? Forget ya saw me.”

Ichiro: “Heh . . . I’m already dirty. After all this time, the least I can do is overlook you.”

Saejima: “. . . I’m sorry, Ichiro. But . . . if I can do what I need to do, I will atone for my sins. I will take responsibility.”

Ichiro: “. . . Atone for your sins . . . ? . . . Hey. Can I ask you something? Is it still possible for me to start over?”

Saejima: “Yeah. Humans can always start over, if they want to.”

Ichiro: “. . . . . . Really?”

Saejima: “Heh. I’ve been in prison for 25 years. Don’t doubt me.”

Ichiro: “Haha. That may be the case . . .”

Supporting Police Officer: “Over there! Saejima!”

Saejima: “Tch. They found me? Gotta go, Ichiro. Do your best!”

Ichiro: “Back at you. . . . . . . ‘Saejima-sensei’.”

Saejima: “! . . . . . . Haha. That really does have me tickled.  . . . bye!”

{Saejima escapes.}

Ichiro: “Should I emulate that back . . . ?”

Ichiro: “. . . . . . Saejima-sensei. You really are . . . the best teacher.”

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-END-

Masterlist

[juuten]

For You | Tenma Sumeragi

@chewie-santatoast​ says:  Merry Christmas! How about ‘secrets’ with Tenten? ❤️💚🤍🧡

Aimee replies: Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry I couldn’t greet you ‘Merry Christmas’ during that time :< That’s why I wish you a very advanced Merry Christmas! Also, stay safe and healthy!

This fic really took me a while to finish mainly because I needed to revise/shorten lots of parts. But surprisingly, I didn’t stray away from my initial idea when I thought of secrets and Tenma.

Anyway, the story takes place before Act 2. I hope this story will make you smile :D

For ‘A December with You’ event.

Today, Summer Troupe made sure to have the living room for themselves.

Fairy lights hung on the walls, painting the living room with an orange glow. Blankets and pillows surrounded the coffee table with a plate of onigiris on it. However, a winter’s night would never be complete without steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Muku delicately placed three mugs beside the onigiris, Yuki setting down the other two.

“Mr. Triangle!” Misumi grinned at the familiar triangle drawn on his cup of hot chocolate.

Muku grabbed his cup and giddily sat on his star-patterned blanket. "Mine's a crown!"

"The bear's almost like mine.” If one looked closely, a small smile dangled on Yuki’s lips.

Tenma reached for his mug and peeked at what Kazunari drew for him. "Is this a bonsai?"  

"Yep yep!" Kazunari sat on his spot in the living room. Then he winked and made a peace sign. “Kazunari Miyoshi’s latte art, everyone!”

Tenma's lips curled upwards. "Not bad." 

"Yippie! Now everything's set," Kazunari clapped his hands, "Operation ‘Tenten Living as a Non-Celeb: Christmas Edition,’ start!” 

But before Kazunari had the chance to show off his plans, the doorbell rang. Muku, being closest to the door, set down his mug and stood up.

"Who is it?" Muku said as he opened the door.

A brunette man wearing a gray suit smiled at him. “Good evening and advanced Merry Christmas, Muku-san.”

“Ah, Igawa-san! Likewise." Muku politely bowed.

Igawa set down an enormous sack on the ground. It looked like it was about to burst at any moment. "Please accept these gifts for the MANKAI members. Sumeragi-san and I chose them with utmost care." 

Then Igawa placed a thick scrapbook on Muku’s hands. "Also, please give this to Tenma-kun."

Muku obediently nodded. "I will! And thank you so much, Igawa-san!"

Igawa bowed and bid farewell before driving off. Muku secured the scrapbook under his armpit. Then he rolled up his sleeves. Pulling the sack with all his might, he trudged towards the living room.

“Mukkun, are you- Woah! Where did that super-duper big sack come from?” Kazunari’s eyes became as wide as saucers when he saw the boy set down the sack beside the Christmas tree. 

“It’s from Igawa-san and Tenma-kun's parents. They're gifts for us," Muku said in between pants. Tenma made a mental note to call his parents later.

Misumi put a familiar yellow triangle with a Santa Hat on Muku’s palms. “I'll give you Mr. Triangle Claus!”

Muku giggled and said thanks. When Muku returned to his spot, he presented the scrapbook to Tenma. “Tenma-kun, Igawa-san said this scrapbook was for you."

Tenma looked at him with confusion. Igawa always dropped off gifts from fans at his house while he delivered the important ones to the dorms. The gifts for the members were certainly one of those. However, the scrapbook was questionable. He was sure his parents did not make this; their careers always ate almost all of their time. Igawa was possible. However, Tenma knew managing his schedule was currently hectic. He always received more offers for both acting and modeling during the Christmas season. 

Suddenly, another potential person popped inside his head. With wide eyes, Tenma said, “Muku, who did it come from?"

“Um…” Muku flipped the scrapbook. He stumbled upon some initials at the far corner of the scrapbook. “There’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name) written at the bottom.”

Within a blink of an eye, Tenma grabbed the scrapbook from his hands. All of the Summer Troupe members looked at each other in mild bewilderment.

Kazunari was the first one to recover as he playfully nudged Tenma’s arm. “Hey, Tenten, who’s (First Letter of First Name) (First Letter of Last Name)?”

“S-someone I'm close with!” 

Yuki suspiciously eyed Tenma as he drank his cup. “Hm…” 

Tenma fidgeted under his gaze. “Wh-what is it?”

Yuki placed his cup on the coffee table. Then with a menacing look, he said, “If you don’t tell us who they are, I’ll make you wear that rabbit costume again on Veludo Way. This time, alone.”

Misumi grinned. “I want to see rabbit Tenma again."

“That was supposed to be a one-time thing!” Tenma protested.

“Maybe the money-grubbing yakuza will increase the budget for costumes if I tell him the hack will advertise MANKAI Company this Christmas.” Yuki tapped his chin in thought.

Tenma grumbled. He was always careful to not expose your relationship with him when he was barely prepared. But now that his reputation (dignity) was on the line, he could not remain tight-lipped. Letting out a defeated sigh, he said, “Fine. I’ll tell you.”

Tenma breathed in before saying, “The initials stand for (First Name) (Last Name). It’s my girlfriend’s name.” 

“Someone managed to date the hack, huh," Yuki said.

“What do you mean by that!” The man in question violently reacted.

"Hold up, fam. Since we're on this topic," Kazunari wrapped his shoulder around the orange-haired man and shot him a grin, “we should look at the scrapbook together!"

Tenma glared at Kazunari. “No way. And this isn’t part of your operation or what in the first place!”

"It's fine, it's fine!" When Tenma still had a scowl on his face, Kazunari clasped his hands and pleadingly looked at him. "C'mon, Tenten! Please!" 

Tenma hugged the scrapbook to his chest. He knew he was doomed to be teased once he showed the scrapbook. Knowing you, you put lots of pictures he was unaware that you took them. Nevertheless, this was a risk he would rather take instead of wearing a rabbit costume for the whole Veludo to see. Besides, he trusted that his members would never leak his and your private lives to the public. 

Tenma unwrapped his arms from the scrapbook and placed it on his lap. “Fine. But no taking of pictures or videos.” With that, everyone sat closer to Tenma. 

Tenma’s heart pounded as he opened the scrapbook. A photo of a smiling couple sitting on a flowery meadow filled up the upper part of the first page. Below the picture was a handwritten caption that said, "First date planned by Yours Truly ☆." Then at the bottom of the page, there was a colored drawing of the meadow. Tenma's eyes widened in astonishment. Your illustration looked the same as he remembered. The difference was you put a dried sunflower at the center above the flowery meadow and drew its stem.

"(First Name)'s drawing and design are totes amazing! Kudos to her!" Kazunari said, which Tenma replied with a proud 'of course!'

Muku turned to the orange-haired man with excitement gleaming in his eyes. "Tenma-kun, what did you do on your first date?" 

"Did you find triangles with her?" Misumi asked.

"Only the Trianglian will do that there," Yuki commented.

“We had a picnic, talked and took some photos. Then, uh...” Tenma scratched his head, trying to remember any fascinating but not too embarrassing moments from his first date. "We also played Twenty One Questions.”

“So what do you do?” Tenma asked the moment you proposed this game.

“We just alternately ask each other twenty-one questions and answer them. The questions can be about anything at all!” A mischievous glint passed your eyes, which you covered up with a smile.

Your boyfriend seemed to be unaware of it as he smirked. “I’ve handled many interviews, so this one’s easy.”

“It’s still your first time playing this though. That’s why I’ll start asking you.” You intertwined your hands with his. Then with the most serious face you could muster, you said, “If you meet an alien who lands in Japan, what is the first thing you will give them?”

You tried to hold back your laughter when you saw his dumbfounded face. He was so confident seconds ago, and now, he was a flustered mess. 

You brushed your thumbs on his hands to help him relax. “It’s only a hypothetical question, Tenma-san. You don’t need to think too much about it.”

“Still, how did you even come up with that question?”

You wagged your index finger. “It’s not yet your turn to ask a question.”

“I can’t ask at all?!”

“That’s a question, Tenma-san.”

Tenma groaned, making you laugh. Then he scratched his head. “I’ll give the alien a map of Japan, I guess.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if they can understand our language though.” Then you shook your head. “Well, a map’s still a good choice!”

You squeezed his hands. “It’s your turn to ask a question, Tenma-san.”

Now that Tenma paid attention to it, you still used an honorific for him. It was progress compared to the early days wherein you called him by his last name. At that time, it was so awkward for him; it felt like you two were co-workers instead of lovers. But even now, he wanted you to be comfortable with him. With those thoughts, he said, “You know you could drop the honorific, right?”

You nodded. “I know. But I can’t just casually call someone who I really respect and admire.”

At the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of bloomed sunflowers near your side. You unclasped your hands from his and plucked the sunflowers. Giving one to him, you said with a tender smile, “To my sunflower who I adore.”

Muku tightly hugged his pillow to his chest. “That’s so romantic of (First Name)-san!”

“Yeah… but then she asked another random question for the game.” Tenma sighed at that. Then he looked at the next page. Red painted his cheeks as he saw a stolen shot of him eating your homemade sandwich.

“The sandwich is a triangle!” Misumi grinned.

“You’re right, Sumi! It is!” Kazunari patted him on the back. 

Meanwhile, Yuki pointed at the picture and said, “Hack, you eat like a kid. Look at the crumbs on your mouth.”

“It only happened during that time! Besides… (First Name)’s sandwich was delicious,” Tenma murmured the latter part as he munched on an onigiri.

As Tenma continued to tell what happened in the other photos, his gaze softened. He never thought that he would enter a romantic relationship and last this long. After all, school and his career demanded so much of his attention. But this scrapbook proved him wrong. It carried the many memories both of you made. If he had to choose his fondest memory of you, it would be you watching his performance. Tenma beamed with pride whenever he saw you laughing, crying, or overall getting hooked alongside the audience. It meant that Summer Troupe’s efforts paid off. Moreover, he got to express his gratitude towards you through his acting. Nonetheless, the ambitious actor would never stop improving and showing you the best performance. 

As Tenma flipped to another page, a photo fell out and landed beside Kazunari’s lap. The latter looked down and picked it up. Kazunari stopped chewing his onigiri, his jaw dropping in surprise. 

“OMG! Tenten, you look super cute!” Tenma had no time to react as Kazunari shoved the photo to his face. Tenma grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand out of the way. 

“Kazunari, what-” 

The orange-haired man froze. Out of all the pictures, why did you include this one in the scrapbook? It was a photo he definitely could not show to anyone without stripping his dignity away. But you were an exception since you begged for it as your birthday present. Still, you owning the photo did not mean you could put it without letting him know first! Anyone else could see it the moment the scrapbook landed at the dorm. And news traveled fast in a dorm with many people.

Misumi giggled. “It’s baby Tenma.”

“He doesn’t have the ‘Ore-sama’ air around him yet,” Yuki said as he stared at the photo.

Tenma snapped out of his trance and snatched the picture from Kazunari. "Oi! You don’t need to see it!” 

Misumi tilted his head in wonder. “But it was in the scrapbook.”

"Yeah, but still!" 

Then Muku noticed the black ink on the back of the polaroid. Tugging on Tenma’s sleeve, he said, “Tenma-kun, I think there’s something written at the back.”

Tenma begrudgingly flipped the photo on its back. He immediately recognized your handwriting that wrote the following message:

I hope your true friends will see all of your sides that I love, including this one. 

P.S., Merry Christmas, Tenma-san! I hope you like my gift ♡ 

Tenma covered his face with his hand, trying to fight off the smile forming on his lips.

[theultimatefanficwriter]

12 Days of Danganronpa; Day 2: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader

Christmas at the Kuzuryu manor was always the same; the staff would make the food, then leave to their own families while Peko, Natsumi, Fuyuhiko and their parents would sit and eat. After the dinner, they would exchange presents to each other, then return to their separate activities. 

This year, however, would be different. You would be spending Christmas dinner at the Kuzuryu manor, and you weren’t the only one nervous.

“Peko! Make sure the cleaning crew gets every inch of the house!” The Ultimate Yakuza called to the swordswoman as he fixed a crooked painting that was hanging on the wall. “This place has to be fucking spotless when Y/N gets here, you got that?!”

“Understood, Young Master.” Peko responded, bowing at the waist before heading off further into the house.

Fuyuhiko looked frantically around the house, nervously fixing any little thing that seemed out of place.

“Jesus Christ, Fuyuhiko, will you calm down already? You’re freaking the hell out.” Natsumi complained from a doorway. “You’re going to scare your girl away before a messy house does.”

Her brother turned to glare at her. “Oh, shut the hell up, Natsumi!” He snapped, clenching his fists. “What do you know?!”

The younger Kuzuryu crossed her arms. “More than you, clearly!” She retorted. “Y/N doesn’t give a shit about the house. She cares about you, dipshit. The look on her face when she looks at you makes me sick.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes and turned away from his sister. “Whatever.” He muttered. “I just wanna make sure she feels welcome. That she knows I care about her.”

The self-proclaimed ‘Ultimate Little Sister’ raised a brow. “And polishing the house until it’s blinding is gonna prove that?” She asked. 

The Yakuza heir paused, his hand on the mantle midway from brushing off dust. 

Natsumi snorted and shook her head. “Just relax, Fuyuhiko. Y/N’s nice. One of the few people I can actually bear being around.” She smirked. “If she won’t break up with you for your personality-” Fuyuhiko shot her an annoyed glare, causing Natsumi to chuckle before she continued. “-then she won’t leave you if there’s a speck of dust out of place.”

Fuyuhiko sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I just...I really like this girl, Natsumi.” He muttered quietly. “She’s the first person to take the time to get past the fact I’m a Yakuza and get to know me. She...makes me happy. And I don’t wanna lose her.”

Natsumi gave the older boy a small smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. “And you won’t. Like I said, she’s crazy about you. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to get her to leave your crazy ass.”

The short boy chuckled and looked over to his sister. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell going off. This caused Fuyuhiko to stiffen, and Natsumi snorted. 

“Looks like she’s here.” She informed Fuyuhiko with a smirk as Peko made her way to the front door. The younger sister looked to Fuyuhiko, then ran her finger over the mantle. When it came back with dust on it, she chuckled. “You missed a spot.” She teased, then ran the dust covered finger on Fuyuhiko’s shirt.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” He exclaimed as his sister quickly dashed away. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand over his face as he turned towards the front door. There, he saw you moving back from a hug with Peko. The Yakuza tugged at his shirt collar before approaching the entrance. 

~~~

You smiled at Peko as you parted from the hug. “It’s great to see you, Peko.”

“And you as well, Y/N.” Your friend greeted you, smiling softly at you. “You look wonderful today.”

“Yeah, you look, uh...beautiful, Y/N.”

You and Peko both turned your heads at Fuyuhiko’s voice. You beamed when you saw your boyfriend, and you quickly made your way over to him, throwing your arms around the shorter boy. “Fuyu! Hey, babe!”

The baby faced gangster slowly returned the embrace, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “Hi, Y/N.” He greeted you as you parted from the hug. “It’s nice to see you.”

You giggled and looked around the house as Peko closed the door. “Wow, this is a really nice place, Fuyuhiko! Really neat, too.”

“Heh, thanks.” Your boyfriend smiled softly and reached his hand out to take yours. You happily accepted it, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you towards the dining room. “I hope you’re hungry. The staff was working all day preparing dinner, and there’s a lot of it.”

You looked over the table and saw enough food to feed an army. You snorted. “Dang, I didn’t know there was that much food in the country.” You teased.

Fuyuhiko chuckled. “Yeah, well, they always do end up making too much.” He explained as he pulled your seat out for you.

You smiled gratefully up at him as you sat in the chair and he pushed you closer to the table. He then took his seat beside you, and it wasn’t long until Natsumi and Peko joined as well, taking their seats at the large table. You looked around at the two empty chairs and frowned as the others there began to get ready to start eating. “Um, wait, what about your parents?”

There was an awkward silence.

Peko cleared her throat and looked sadly at you. “Uh...They haven’t joined us for Christmas Dinner for a few years now.” She informed you quietly.

Fuyuhiko and Natsumi both looked down at their plates, picking at their food.

You bit your lip and looked to your boyfriend. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted you. “It’s normal here.”

“Mom and Dad are too busy with business to spend time with us anymore.” Natsumi spat out. “But hey, that’s just part of being a Yakuza. You’ll have to get used to it if you end up staying with Fuyuhiko.”

Fuyuhiko glared at his sister. “Shut the fuck up, Natsumi.” He snarled. “Just drop it.”

“Oh, well excuse me for warning Y/N that if she wants to be part of this family she’s gonna have to expect you to never pay her any attention!”

You watched as Fuyuhiko’s face turned an angry red. “Fuck you, I would never do that to Y/N!”

“Young Master, Young Mistress, please.” Peko called to them both softly yet sternly. She glanced at you. “Save this for later.”

Natsumi humped and began eating her food, while Fuyuhiko shot you a glance before doing the same.

You tried your best to shrink into your seat and disappear.

What the hell had happened?

~~~

After a very awkwardly silent dinner, Natsumi immediately left to her room and Peko began gathering the dishes to clean. Fuyuhiko looked to you and sighed, grabbing your arm and pulling you down to his office.

“F-Fuyuhiko, I’m sorry!” You apologized as he closed the door behind him and ran his hand over his face. “I didn’t mean to upset anyone. I-I didn’t know-”

“I know.” He assured you. “I know you didn’t. It’s fine. It’s just...Our parents are a really sore topic, especially during the holiday season.” He scratched at the back of his neck and looked up to you. “It’s...part of why I was excited to have you over. New company, something to fill that void.”

You smiled softly, before it faltered. “And then I fucked that up by bringing up your family.” You muttered. 

Fuyuhiko quickly shook his head. “No, no no! You didn’t know, and it makes sense you’d be curious!”

“But Natsumi got so mad at me!” You argued.

“She wasn’t mad at you, regardless of how it looked. Trust me.” He assured you. “She’s mad at our family. When she calms down she’ll come and apologize to you in her own way. She likes you. She told me herself.”

That soothed your worry a bit, though you were still anxious. “Still...I’m sorry I couldn’t make Christmas better for you.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes and scoffed as he walked closer to you. “Please, that dinner was honestly one of the tamer we’ve had.” He told you. “Just you being there made it way more bearable than it would’ve been otherwise.” He reached forward and grabbed onto your waist, pulling you forward flush against him.

You blushed lightly at this motion. “R-really? You sure?” You asked quietly.

Your boyfriend nodded, a grin on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He brought a hand up to your face and lowered it to meet his. “Look, just don’t worry.” He snickered. “Damn, and I thought I was freaking out about this.”

You raised a brow. “You were worried?”

Fuyuhiko nodded. “Yeah. I was worried if everything wasn’t perfect, you wouldn’t want to be with me. And after that fiasco, I thought you’d wanna break up with me for sure. But uh, seeing how worried you are kinda resolves my fears.”

You couldn’t help but giggle knowing you had both been worried about virtually nothing. You placed your forehead on your partner’s, now fully relaxed. 

The shorter boy smirked and closed his eyes before smashing his lips against yours, placing a hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You followed suit, closing your eyes and gripping his shirt.

You lost track of time for how long you had been there, but eventually Fuyuhiko pulled away to breathe. “So perfect~” He breathed out, and you giggled.

Suddenly a knock was heard. As you both turned to see who it was, the door opened, and there stood Natsumi. 

“Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt, but I...wanted to...apologize, I guess.” She murmured. “I was...out of line earlier.”

Fuyuhiko gave you a knowing smile, and you smiled at Natsumi. “That’s really nice of you, Natsumi, though it’s really fine.” You looked between both Kuzuryus. “Why don’t we go watch a movie or something? Try to be...a family.”

Ngl, not super happy of this one. Not used to writing for Fuyuhiko, and I didn’t have an entire story planned, so it’s not my best work. I normally wouldn’t post this, but I needed to post something, so forgive me if it’s not up to my usual standards. But I hoped you enjoy Day 2 of 12 Days of Danganronpa! Fuyuhiko received three votes, coming in second to last! Come back tomorrow to see who got one vote higher then Fuyu and Hiro!

[phinksimp]

Phinks x Reader: Present (Christmas Story)

Really digging soft boi Phinks headcanons atm. Maybe it's because of the holiday season 🎁☃️

Phinks groaned as he stood outside the university gates, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The grey dress shirt, black dress pants and matching black shoes, tie and belt weren't exactly his style.

An archeologist from a foreign country would be bringing a rare artifact for a presentation next month.

Chrollo caught word of this, and had assigned Phinks to get a job as security at the university a few months back.

Shalnark had hacked into the security company's file, ensuring that Phinks would be the one to escort the archeologist once the time came.

The plan was simple enough:

Take out the archeologist and leave with the artifact.

The other members of the troupe would poke fun at Phinks for having to actually work for several months. As much as he acted as if he hated it, it wasn't exactly true...

"Phinks!"

You waved at the blonde haired man as you adjusted your purse.

Phinks smiled, nodding his head in reply. "Off early today?"  He cursed at himself, trying to slow down his heart as it began to beat rapidly.

The hell is wrong with me?! 

You usually taught courses until late in the evening, but you had decided to cut your class short today.

"Yupp! It's so weird seeing the sun! I figured I'd let the class off early for the last day of the semester."

Phinks sighed. "I’m working late. You'll have to head to the station on your own..."  He was relieved that he managed to hide his disappointment.

You and Phinks happened to both finish work at the same time, and would take the train at the same station.  At first it was by chance, but after a few awkward interactions of walking the same way home almost every day; it became a routine.  

Phinks wasn’t the social type, but he couldn’t deny that you were his type.  He was drawn to you before the two of you even spoke.

You were the first to break the ice, making a joke about how the University’s security was top of the line.  

“So, is escorting me to the train station part of your job?”

Phinks shot up suddenly. "Wait, last day of the semester?!"  He kicked himself internally for having forgotten.

You let out a laugh, entertained by Phinks breaking his usual calm demeanor. "Yeah, that's why I wanted to make sure you got this..."

You shyly handed him a small gift bag with a picture of a snowman smiling on it. "Merry Christmas, Phinks! I'm happy to have met you."

Phinks stood there dumbfounded as you began to walk away.

"I hope it helps!!"

You ran off before he could say anything, your ears burning.  You felt like a little kid again.  You couldn’t help it whenever you were around Phinks.  

He made your heart skip a beat.

At first you were intimidated by his looks, but during your walks to the station you soon learned that deep down-- he was gentle. 

You didn’t know much about him, but you knew that you wanted to get to learn more.  You wanted to get closer to him...

---

Phinks sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a pair of grey pin striped boxers. He held the gift bag in his hand, the sense of confusion still over him.

He had never received a present before.

In movies, there was usually a card attached to the bag. He scratched his head when all he saw was the picture of the snowman staring back at him.

"No card, huh? I guess I know who it's from anyways..."

He opened the bag slowly, carefully moving the white tissue paper to the side.

He ran his fingers along the long piece of fabric, admiring the colors of red and green.

As he pulled it out, he spotted a small piece of paper fall out from it.

The enhancer caught it quickly, opening his hand to read it.

Dear Phinks,

You once told me your favorite colors were red and green, and I know you can’t wear a jacket over your uniform.  I thought this might help keep you warm on nights when you have to work late.

I meant to ask you in person, but if you are reading this-- it means I chickened out.

My family is away this Christmas, and I remember you mentioning yours was away as well...

If you feel up to it-- you're more than welcome to come to my place for Christmas! (But it's fine if you don't!) Address is on the back.

Happy Holidays!!

Phinks smiled, placing the note on his night stand. He wrapped the scarf around his neck as he drifted off to sleep.

---

Phinks panicked as he spent the next few days watching Christmas movies. He didn't know how Christmas was celebrated or what to expect.

"Seems simple enough..."

Phinks dug through his closet, pulling out a light grey leather jacket he had worn when he was infiltrating a Yakuza biker gang. He paired it with dark denim pants, brown gloves, and the scarf you had given him.

He heightened his senses as he made his way to your house. He didn't want anything to happen to the chicken nor the hot chocolate he had bought for you. He didn't understand it, but it seemed to be a common practice in the movies he watched.

You jumped when you heard a knock on the door.

"No way..."

You fixed your hair, adjusting your tight red dress and Santa hat as you made your way to the door.  You stumbled slightly, having drank a bit too much to cope with being alone on Christmas for the first time.

"You made it!"

Phinks smiled holding up the hot chocolate and chicken.  “Yeah, uh, merry Christmas, Y/N.” Shit...I hope I said that right...

You smiled, stepping to the side to invite him in.  

As much as you wanted him to; you never expected he’d actually show up.  You clenched your jaw, trying to hide your panic.

Did I clean enough?! Is there toilet paper in the washroom?! Shit!! Phinks examined your house.  He smiled when his eyes fell upon the Christmas tree in your living room.  

Just like in the movies...

You took the food from Phinks, and went to make room on the table.  

You groaned, looking at the pile of books that you had left from marking final exams the night before.   “Sorry, Phinks.  Do you think you could give me a hand moving these?”

Phinks nodded, making his way over to you.

He continued to look around your house as you both made your way to your study.

Your study had a large bookshelf, and it must have contained over a hundred books.

You stepped onto a stool, carefully sorting the books into their proper place.

You held your hands out to Phinks to hand you the books.

Phinks was in his own world as he continued to observe his surroundings.  

Being a part of the Spiders meant constant relocating.  He had never been inside a true home before.  

Small touches around your house such as a picture of a cat made him chuckle.  It was very you.

“Phinks?”

You looked at him worriedly.  Was he regretting his decision?

Phinks quickly came to, looking back to where you were standing.

“Huh?” You blushed, hoping you weren’t right...

Phinks looked above you at the holly you had surrounding the doorway.

His face went red, remembering what he had seen in one of the movies he watched.

She probably thinks I’m an idiot!  

Phinks held your arm as he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him, checking to make sure you weren’t dreaming.  

You stood there frozen from shock once Phinks pulled away.

The muscular man chuckled as he examined your expression.  “What?  It’s tradition, isn’t it?”  He pointed up at the holly.

You bit your lip, unsure of how to handle the situation.  “Oh that’s...holly.”

Phinks felt his heart drop as his ears began to burn.  His mind raced, trying to make up some sort of excuse.

Fuckkkkkkkkkkkingggg helllllllll!  Maybe I could just run out the d--

You began to laugh, charmed by how innocent he seemed at times.

The alcohol you drank earlier gave you courage, as you stepped down from your stool, wrapping your arms around his neck.  

Phinks felt a shiver run down his spine as you whispered into his ear.

"If you wanted to see what mistletoe looks like, I think I have some in my bedroom.”

Phinks growled, a wicked grin now plastered on his face as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

“Teaching on Christmas?  You’re one hell of a professor.”

You laughed as Phinks carried you up the stairs, the chicken going cold as the two of you spent Christmas Eve under your covers.

It was a Merry Christmas for you both.

[reivenesque]

My Fanfiction Masterlist - Chriseva (Skam)

📕 - Multi-chapter/Completed work

📖 - On-going

✒️  - One-shot

📕 A Family We Chose For Ourselves »  AO3

Characters: Eva Kviig Mohn, Chris Schistad & Ensemble Cast

Ships: Chriseva, Noorhelm & Evak

Summary: 

The Penetrators and Yakuza rivalry run much deeper and more dangerous than anyone even realized, until one of them ends up paying a heavy price. 

Chris was on his way to the Kose group Christmas party that night. 

He never made it there. 

Chapters: 9 of 9 / Completed.

Word count: 49,916

📕  Cindereva »  AO3

Characters: Eva Kviig Mohn, Chris Schistad & Ensemble Cast

Ships: Chriseva & Noorhelm.

Summary: 

Eva is a young girl, orphaned by the death of both her parents, who lives in a cottage in the woods with her two dogs, her two cats and a variety of animals that she calls family. 

She doesn't live a terrible life, only a lonely one, until one dark, stormy night, she stumbles across a mysterious, seriously injured man; a soldier from the enemy nation, and brings him home to care for him. She didn't know then how irrevocably her life was about to change.

Maybe through it all, she might even find - love? 

Chapters: 12 of ?

Word count: 49,555

✒️ Snapshots  » AO3  (x)

Summary: 

Snapshots of Eva's life from the age of fifteen to the age of thirty. 

Word count: 2,978

✒️ Vignettes » AO3

Summary: 

(Sequel to Snapshots) Snippets of Eva's life as she and Chris finally tie the knot. As they start building the kind of life they wanted to have together and the beginning of their true adventure following the birth of their first child.

Word count: 2,742

✒️ Two Halves of a Perfect Whole  »  AO3

Summary: 

Eva and Chris made a promise just before Chris left for the army, to meet once a year at the same spot on the same day until the day would come that they either fall in love with other people, or they fall in love with each other. 

Every single year, until their time finally runs out. Eventually, it does. 

[Post 4.10/Future fic] 

Word count: 7,616

✒️ Chicken Soup for the Soul  »  AO3

Summary: 

The downside of being sick on a school day was the fact that everyone else would be in school, except the person who was sick. Luckily for Eva, she knew someone who was no longer bound by the rules of school, not that that would have stopped him anyway. 

In which Eva is sick, and Chris becomes her (very annoying) balm. 

Word count: 1,887

✒️ Meet the Parent, Part Deux »  AO3

Summary:  

Eva and Chris are together in bed - after all, what else is new? - until his mom suddenly walks in. 

Word count: 1,520

📕 A Very Chriseva Christmas  »  AO3

Summary: 

In the days leading up to Christmas, Eva worries a lot. After all, what do you get a guy who doesn't want anything besides your attention and love? 

Word count: 6,984

✒️ Good Girls Don’t Cry »  AO3

Summary: 

Series of events leading up to and taking place during Eva’s birthday party in episode eight. Basically, Eva and Chris make out a lot, and you know...  talk about feelings and shit. 

Word count: 3,359

✒️ The Price of Forget-Me-Nots  »  AO3

Summary:

Eva was unsure of many things in life. Her own goals and ambitions, what she wanted to do with her life and where she was headed. But there was one thing she was absolutely not unsure of, and that was how beautiful Chris really was.

Word count: 2,495

✒️ (I’m Just) Sucker for Pain »  AO3

Summary:  

Chris's thoughts through the events of the series, more importantly, through the precarious, rough and tumble relationship he shared with Eva. 

Word count: 6,349

✒️ A Little Less than a Thousand Miles

Summary:

Fic Request: Little fluff where Eva and Chris are watching movies or netflix in her bed and she just asks him if he wants to go to the Eid pre-party with her. :)

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[spikemelikeavolleyball]

iii : rules ( part two ) ( high low )

high low ; miya atsumu x fem! reader

i. ii. iii. iv. v. [masterlist.]

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

[name] [surname] was off limits--

except miya atsumu finds himself

flirting with danger and becoming

rapidly addicted to the sparks between

them.

what osamu doesn’t know won’t

kill him. will it?

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

 tags; mafia au, sexual content,

violence, strong  language, blood,

gore.

this chapter: alcohol,

miya atsumu (because he needs his

own warning label), suggestive content,

some violence.

───── ❝ high low ❞ ─────

three ; rules ( part two )

    Your arrival in Japan, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed. While your guard detail--see “glorified babysitters”--had reassured you that the press wouldn’t have a chance to corner you into an interview, there was still some concern over people seeing you and hurting people in order to get close to you. It had happened once, before, the hour predating your first official collaboration with Wisteria. Your guard had gotten a black eye so awful that it had lasted for weeks. He had gotten a very hefty bonus for the trouble, though.

    “I should have worn something more incognito,” you mumbled to yourself. The private jet’s bathroom mirror was floor length, so you had a good idea of how your outfit looked and what kind of presence it would give off. Most of the time, you would wear something cute or flashy to fuel your fan club’s activity--you were a sucker and liked browsing through their twitter feed on a private account--but today you weren’t feeling the energy for it. “I forgot I even had these.”

    After rummaging around in your bags for something that was comfortable, and not sky high heels or chiffon or silk or outrageously expensive t-shirts and jeans, you had come across a pair of Osamu’s old Inarizaki High volleyball sweatpants. You hadn’t even thought twice about throwing them on and rolling the ankles up to suit your height, even though the name printed on one leg and the jersey number on the other would have your fans tracking him down like the bloodhounds they were. You matched them with a black hoodie, socks, and a mask to hide the irritation underneath your nose, but even then you still stood out like a sore thumb.

    It had to be the way you stood, you thought, adjusting your stance to seem more lazy and laid back.

    It didn’t work.

    With a sigh, you exited the bathroom and found that your things had already been unloaded for you by your glorified babysitters. All that was left was your purse, which you snatched up and hooked over your shoulder, and your phone, which you glanced at and shoved into your pocket. It sunk down so far in the sweatpants pocket that you felt it bounce against the side of your thigh as you walked.

    “Nice pants,” one of your guards teased, poking fun at the name printed on the leg. “You sure you don’t want to change them and avoid the media scrutiny?”

    “I’m too tired to go back and find something else,” you hummed. One of the guards--there were three in total, at the request of Ushijima-san herself--held out a hand and helped you down the flight of stairs that were a bit too steep for your jetlagged brain to walk down in confidence. “What are we driving in today, my good men?”

    “Might I suggest the classic Phantom?” one of them joked, falling into formation when you began walking down the flight portal. “Just kidding. We’re taking the Audi today, since you want to be low profile this afternoon.”

    “Good.” You had missed riding around in your trusty Audi; not that a Ferrari or Lamborghini was something to scoff at, but you missed the frugal lifestyle you had when you were in highschool. Once your career took off, you rarely struggled for anything and college had been a breeze. Though, you had no clue what you were going to do with a nuclear engineering degree now that your modeling gig paid more than that ever would. “Make a stop for some cheap drug store coffee and we’re all set.”

    “I’ll add it to the memo.”

    Before you could open your mouth once more and ask if you could stop by a nearby pastry shop and stuff yourself full of crepes and cake, you entered the main terminal and were immediately bombarded by cameras flashing and people yelling.

    “[Name]-sama! We love you!”

    “I LOVE YOU!”

    “What do you have to say about Wisteria’s latest lingerie line? Do you think these styles should be changed to reflect Japanese standards?”

    “[Name]! What are your thoughts on the funding cuts to the women’s centers all around the world?”

    That last one caught your attention. You continued to smile behind your mask and wave, shoving a pair of sunglasses over your eyes, and mimed blowing kisses to the adorable teenage girls holding posters that had ‘you’re my idol’ scrawled over the front. You spotted Kuroo and Sayaka standing somewhere near the back, mostly due to Kuroo’s giant rooster hair, and blew double handed kisses to them as well, although the fanboys in the front thought it was for them and nearly fainted on the spot.

    You watched them sway with a chuckle, then watched Sayaka grab the kisses and press them to her heart with a goofy wink.

    “Hey, Julio?” You didn’t look at the guard as you made your way to the revolving doors in front, watching Kuroo and Sayaka make their way outside to where your car had been parked out of view. “Remind me to send a donation to that women's wayhouse charity by the end of today.”

    “Isn’t that a job for your assistant?”

    “Nope. I fired her.” You shrugged when the guard fixed you with a bewildered look. “What? She stole my nice Louboutins. And had a gangbang in my house in Calabasas, but we don’t talk about that incident.”

    The cleaning crew you had send to bleach down that place had cost you a pretty penny--but Daishou had been kind enough to text you the number of his go-to cleaners (you didn’t ask why, nor did you want to know, but you had an inkling) and had requested that you send him the number of one of your cute co-workers as payment. Needless to say, you had, and that girl had come to work brighter than a lightbulb on Christmas, unusually chirpy and walking just a little bit funny. Your text to Daishou later that day had been along the lines of,’Dear God, Daishou, what did you do, break the poor girl’s hips?’

    His reply had been typical of him. ‘It wasn’t anything she didn’t ask for ;)’

    Your face of disgust had been timed perfectly. You had been sitting outside, eating a parfait--vegan, of course, due to your diet that you planned to ignore in favor of eating all of the meat you could get your hands on (pun might not be intended)--right in front of someone taking candid shots of you for a drama magazine. Your face had been plastered all over Twitter, with some people going as far as to send hate to the nice place you had gotten your dessert from. You had nipped that little situation in the bud, clarifying it was a text that made you make that face and not the dessert, although you didn’t help things when you had been forced to eat a green tea flavored one to prove that you weren’t lying.

    The forced smile you had made to the starstruck owners had been enough to sear it into your memory for eternity.

    “[Name]!” Sayaka’s high pitched exclamation knocked you out of your fantasies of parfaits and coffee. She nearly knocked you down with a hug strong enough to make your spine pop. “I missed you so much! You have to tell me how Moscow was! Did you have a good time? And oh my gosh, you  just have to see Osamu’s shop, it looks amazing!”

    You smiled guiltily at her at that last part, but didn’t say a word. Osamu had asked you to pick out the tiling and countertops, unwilling to trust his own sense of color theory--it was really just awful--and even the tables, which you discreetly paid for and blew off as an anonymous donation. He knew it was you, of course, because who had enough money to pay for genuine marble tables, but he had been kind enough not to say it to your face. Yet.

    “One thing at a time, Sayaka,” you laughed, returning her hug with gusto. You then moved on to Kuroo, who wrapped an arm around your neck and scrubbed his knuckles into your once perfectly curled hair. “Damn it, Kuroo! What was that for? I just wanted a hug!”

    The former Nekoma captain fixed you with a mischievous grin. “That was for dropping twenty thousand dollars into our account without asking for permission.”

    Ah--another one of your random acts of generosity at three in the morning while slightly tipsy. You had Kuroo and Sayaka’s banking passwords and they had yours in case anything happened to them or you, especially with the connections the former Yakuza member had and still kept to this day. You had written them into your will, as well as Osamu, and your fortune would be split between the three of them if you died or wound up missing. Even the contract all of you signed was legally binding.

    “What can I say?” You shrugged when Sayaka looped an arm around your waist, tugging you to your Audi. “I saw that you’d been getting a little low and your college bills were running high. I decided to chip in, like the good friend I am. And no, you can’t give it back.”

    “You know I don’t like taking your money,” Sayaka whined. “I can make my own just fine.”

    You sent an accusing glance her way, followed by a glance to her stomach when Kuroo shook hands with one of your guards. She had the sense to look ashamed at not telling you, at least. “A waitress gig won’t take care of that. And while I’m sure Kuroo makes enough for both of you, I’d like to be a responsible woman and at least pay for your wedding.”

    From behind you, Kuroo laughed. “Who said we’re getting married?”

    “Yeah,” Sayaka said, her tone slightly dimmer than before. You patted her back in comfort and turned your head around to glare at Kuroo, who was only mildly taken aback by the ferocity--he only realized what he had said as you were collapsing into the backseat of your car, squeezing into the opposite window seat as your two friends followed.

    When neither of them opted to break the silence that had developed, you unlocked your phone and shot Osamu a quick text.

'Osamuuuu, what are you doing?'

    When he showed no sign of replying, you sighed and locked your phone again, turning your gaze to the couple sitting awkwardly beside you.

    “Hey, driver, can we stop by McDonalds?” You waved your hand towards the giant yellow ‘M’ down the street--which was also, coincidentally, packed with people. “I want something to eat.”

    “Yes ma’am,” he replied, switching lanes and jerking Sayaka into Kuroo. You grinned at him through the mirror and he did it again; you loved it when your guards pitched in on your plans. “Drive-thru?”

    “No, I think I’ll eat inside,” you winked, and his turn into the parking lot was rough enough to jostle all three of you. “Coffee and hot fudge sundaes, here I come!”

    By the time the guards signaled you that they were done arguing maybe an hour and a half later, you had--admittedly--stuffed yourself far too much on ice cream and piping hot syrup. It would require a harsh workout to get all of the calories off, which you knew Wakkun wouldn’t mind helping you out with since he had a game soon, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it as you popped a french fry into your mouth on the way out.

    “Are we done?” You asked, grinning at Kuroo and Sakura from between your guards. You could practically feel the stares from two men sitting at the outside tables, one of them on your legs and the other right on your face. “Then let’s get going. I need a nap before I can do anything else.”

    As you gave Sayaka and Kuroo their food--both of them grinning at you and nudging you playfully--you locked eyes with one of the men sitting at the table.

    And, unknowingly, you had just broken one of Osamu’s most important rules.

    You just didn’t know it yet.

[five-wow]

on to 10.16! the valentine’s episode!

fjdkfdjkfd a very worried-looking woman accepts a valentine’s bouquet and i was like, did she kill her husband and he’s lying on the floor somewhere and that’s why she looks so awkward about it? and then there’s a BLOODIED HAMMER and A BODY and i was probably right, omg, i love it.

oh! looks like she maybe called hpd herself? that’s an interesting twist.

oh my gosh, noelani is getting surfing lessons, and that alone is cute enough but then suddenly there’s a whoop and it’s tani on the beach giving vocal emotional support and I LOVE THAT. after a very, very long draught, this season is so good for us when it comes to female friendships.

lou is mad that adam put his niece’s life at risk, and that’s fair, but maybe... also be mad at adam for doing crimes? like, that’s bad? maybe?

fjdkfd we ended the last episode with danny and steve in the kitchen and that’s also their first appearance in this one. this is beautiful.

steve: “i do have a date, indeed.” danny: “with who?” steve: “a lady.” LISTEN, i am taking this as the “a lady” part being not just an evasive maneuver, but intended to be an actual answer, because it could also not have been a lady. bi steve. it’s canon now.

steve LOST COUNT of how many dates he’s been on with brooke (the lady he’s ironing his shirt for on valentine’s day) and he’s kind of smiling while he says it and that’s cute!! i like that for him!! but also. when the fuck did he go on all of these dates with brooke when he was also dating the vet in between, out of the running entirely for at least a month or two, and he’s been continually living with danny since he got back to hawaii and danny apparently knows nothing about these dates. what kind of stealth techniques has steve been employing? has he had brooke sneak in through his bedroom window at night so danny wouldn’t find out? how many times did he have to cancel a date because danny refused to sleep on the couch and there was no space left for brooke in steve’s bed? (i kid, but seriously, what is this timeline?)

danny: “i’m glad somebody has a life.” steve, pointing at danny: “oohhh, tani and quinn are going to the movies tonight...” fdjkfd, first bi steve, and now tani and quinn have a movie date. good stuff. i’m enjoying this.

fjdkfjdkf, steve, whAT. “tell you what, buddy, if i finish up early with brooke, i’ll give you a call, we can hang out.” i mean! that’s really sweet! but also very wtf, because he’s essentially going “hey, maybe this thing i have to do (date my girlfriend, ugh) won’t take very long and we’ll have time to hang! :D” and i just. god. i’m laughing, but i am so glad brooke is not a real woman because i feel very sorry for her.

danny a) recognizes signs of domestic abuse and b) has done his research and c) is appropriately gentle with this woman, even though they have her in custody and she’s already admitted to killing her husband and she potentially started an international conflict by doing so, and just. yes. good. this is a danny i love.

side note: adam is just randomly present at hq with the rest of the team when steve and danny are on the phone with them. and, oh my god. did he not just kidnap a suspect to make a secret deal with a yakuza boss? is that not the sign steve had been looking for, the reason why steve’s spidey sense had been tingling around adam? they still trust him currently and he’s just back on the job without so much as a warning? i mean, to be fair, steve is the type of guy to be all for crazy shit if it gets results, so maybe he’s glad adam did what he did, idk, but i am genuinely so confused at this point about what the writers are telling us about where adam stands, both with the team and in his own life, and with the yakuza, for that matter. is he now an active gang member while also trying to earnestly protect the law in five-0?

i love how this episode is escalating, omg. first we’re told the wife killed her husband, then he’s a thai diplomat, then the wife’s boyfriend killed the husband, then he didn’t, then thailand wants the wife while five-0 knows she didn’t do it and so they STEAL HER. taking a page out of adam’s book, i guess, though at least this time the entire team knows what’s going on.

except for tani and noelani, who are being held hostage by two amateur criminals in a convenience store, which is also a subplot i really like! honestly, not a bad moment in this episode so far.

okay, one very minor note though: please, for the love of all that is holy, do not let this woman they’re saving become a love interest for danny. they have a lovely talk in the back of a truck during the grand escape and that’s wonderful and good and i like it, but i can’t help but be really scared that the show is aiming to somehow make that romantic at some point because oh, dear lord, danny has dated enough abused women under questionable circumstances. doooon’t add a third one to the list, i beg of you.

the amateur criminals are trying to get cash that they need for MEDICAL CARE. god, i hate a world in which your options are a) commit crime or b) die. it’s a good plot, though!

kamekona is providing a safehouse for danny and the woman and he’s being very kamekona about it - warm and welcoming, but warning danny off of texting too much with kamekona’s phone because it’s ten cents per message - and it’s glorious.

oh dear lord. the couple robbing the store can’t afford the surgery the husband needs, so tani presents mandatory medical attention for prisoners as a solution, and that’s a good way to talk the wife down and probably also the best the couple can hope for in their current predicament, but it’s also very fucked up. you shouldn’t have to wave a gun around to get help for your brain tumor.

danny and the woman are found and get arrested, and the VERY NEXT SHOT is danny turning to steve in the car and asking how he got him out so fast. that WAS very fast, danny, you’re right. zero seconds has to be a new record, dang.

steve: “i may have promised yang that if she didn’t release you immediately i was gonna make a whooole lot of noise.” i do understand what this means, but i also enjoy the thought of steve literally making noise. any noise. if you don’t release danny, steve will appear at your door and start quacking like a duck very loudly. you’ve been warned, state department!

ahhh! they solve the case, find the actual killer of the abusive diplomat husband, make sure the wife gets to stay where she is and reunite her with the concerned doctor boyfriend who didn’t kill anybody!! this makes me very happy, all the more so because they won’t have her date danny if she’s already dating someone else, which puts my fears to rest. this season continues to be better about things than this show has been in the past and i appreciate the heck out of it.

adam gets an ominous warning to watch his back from a criminal he’s delivering information about hpd to. are we supposed to be on adam’s side? i’m still very confused.

fjdkfd, danny walks into the house to find the entire team getting ready for a night of hanging out and wonders if he invited everyone and forgot about it, and steve walks in, already chewing on something, and says “it’s possible, because you’re old now”. what a brilliant burn, steve. very impressive.

i won’t recount everything that happens because i know i’d end up writing a stupidly long paragraph but i do adore everything that happens and want that noted. the whole team just chilling and arguing about whether love actually is a romcom or a christmas movie? yes, please! a hundred of those.

danny takes steve aside to tell him he doesn’t have to worry about danny and steve gives an unconvincing reason for why he totally didn’t arrange this because he was worried about danny, which essentially makes it canon that he did plan all of this for that exact reason, which is SO EXTRA. they live together, they’ve spent the entire day together, and then steve cancels a valentine’s dinner with his girlfriend (who he told earlier that he didn’t want to involve danny in their relationship, because he’s too nosy) and invites like six other people just so he can hang out with danny again.

annnd they end up snuggled together on the couch. on valentine’s day. you know, like homies do.

THIS. WAS A VERY GOOD EPISODE. thoroughly enjoyed practically every second of it, 10/10, would like more like this.

[roseisread]

My Year in Movies: Favorite Non-2018 Feature Films (Part 2)

Continuing the countdown of my favorite movies I saw for the first time in 2018 that were released in previous years... for part 1 of this list, click here.

39. Tokyo Drifter (1966, directed by Seijun Suzuki, country of origin: Japan)

Seijun Suzuki pulls together his favorite tropes from the Western, film noir, and Yakuza genres and throws a post modern, new wave sensibility on top complete with lots of neon and surrealism. The end result is one of the most stylistically bold movies I’ve ever encountered, and its influence extends to modern auteurs like Quentin Tarantino, Jim Jarmusch, and Nicolas Winding Refn. Tokyo Drifter (which has nothing to do with the Fast & Furious franchise as far as I know) follows a gangster on the run, but the plot really is secondary to the overall feel of the movie. Really fun and one I can imagine revisiting a lot just for its aesthetic choices and action set pieces. Rent it on Amazon Prime; in the meantime, here’s a pretty decent fan-made trailer.

38. Born to Kill (1947, directed by Robert Wise, country of origin: US)

Hollywood’s original bad boy Lawrence Tierney stars in this nasty little noir that fully lives up to its violent title. Sam Wilde (Tierney) is a gorgeous, amoral social climber who doesn’t let a little trifle like murder stand in the way of getting what he wants. Helen Brent (Claire Trevor) finds herself strangely drawn to him, even as she learns of his criminal leanings. There’s a particularly lustful scene between Sam and Helen that could be a direct influence on Natural Born Killers, actually. The fact that this picture was directed by Robert Wise, best known for his work on The Sound of Music and West Side Story, makes it all the more interesting--this pulpy film doesn’t have any musical numbers but it certainly is well-crafted and choreographed. If you love a good antihero, you owe it to yourself to watch this. Available for rent on Amazon, YouTube, and Vudu. 

37. Throw Momma From the Train (1987, directed by Danny DeVito, country of origin: US)

This comic riff on Strangers on a Train starts off with murder on its mind, but there’s a surprising sweetness lying just below the surface. I’m sure most people have already seen this film but in case you haven’t, you’re in for a hilarious and endearing story that showcases peak Billy Crystal and Danny DeVito. Anne Ramsey plays the titular “Momma,” and she was nominated for both the Oscars and the Golden Globes in this supporting role. There are lots of ways to watch this movie for free, including Amazon Prime, YouTube, Vudu, GooglePlay, and Showtime. 

36. Johnny Guitar (1954, directed by Nicholas Ray, country of origin: US)

The title refers to Sterling Hayden’s outlaw cowboy, but the real star of the show is Joan Crawford as Vienna: a saloon owning, jeans wearing, piano playing woman who takes on the whole town in a showdown. Portrayals of women in Westerns vary, but few emanate such power and self-assuredness as Vienna. 

Another woman, tellingly named Emma Small (played by Mercedes McCambridge), has set her sights on getting rid of Vienna and her establishment once and for all, and she will stop at no amount of violence or trickery to make it happen. So basically this is Mean Girls but in the Wild West. Offscreen, Joan Crawford was hooking up with director Nicholas Ray; and she’d previously been romantically involved with McCambridge’s now-husband. Both ladies also consumed a fair amount of booze while filming. This led to their rivalry bleeding into real life, and perhaps added to the tension we see on screen between the two. 

This movie didn’t have the warmest reception when it premiered stateside (Bosley Crowther on Crawford’s Vienna: “...as sexless as the lions on the public library steps and as sharp and romantically forbidding as a package of unwrapped razor blades.”) But European audiences devoured it, and it became beloved of people like Francois Truffaut who saw it as a major influence. You can watch it now on Hulu or rent from a number of streaming platforms. 

35. Sonatine (1993, directed by Takeshi “Beat” Kitano, country of origin: Japan)

Takeshi Kitano wrote, directed, and starred in this cult take on Yakuza films. In it, he plays Murakawa, a gangster who dispatches (often in creatively cruel ways) anyone his bosses happen to dislike. But he’s starting to grow weary of this way of life when he gets sent on a new assignment that has him mediating a dispute with a rival gang in Okinawa. He suspects that he may be the real target, but goes along with the order. While hiding out between confrontations, Murakawa and a batch of young recruits find ways to pass the time--shooting cans off each other’s heads, playing a roulette version of rock paper scissors, pretending to be sumo wrestlers, and more. 

There’s not a lot of dialogue here, and Kitano plays his character with a stoicism that Buster Keaton and Alain Delon no doubt influenced. But the poetry and emotion are all in the action (and inaction) on screen. Here is a man whose main accomplishments are surviving bloody shootouts and racking up the body count for his employer--no wonder he hallucinates about self-destruction and walks the beach in a daze. There’s actually a good bit of comedy here too, as the movie isn’t afraid to veer into cartoonish moments and satirize the very genre it portrays. I also have to specifically call out the action scenes, especially one near the end--completely memorable, unique, and gorgeously shot. Watch this via rental on Amazon, YouTube, and GooglePlay--especially if you’re a fan of movies like Drive, Kill Bill, or Le Samourai. 

34. Metropolitan (1990, directed by Whit Stillman, country of origin: US)

My first encounter with Whit Stillman came via 2016′s Love and Friendship, his adaptation of a Jane Austen story. When his debut film appeared on Filmstruck, I realized what a perfect fit Austen and Stillman really are. This movie follows a group of (mostly) wealthy teenagers in Manhattan, who attend debutante balls and gather at each other’s homes for long pretentious conversations and romantic sparring. If Austen were alive today, no doubt she would have written a novel in the same setting, filled with the same biting wit (no pun intended) that Stillman displays. If you like your movies with a lot of action and plot twists, this may not be your cup of tea; but if you enjoy the works of, say, Woody Allen/Noah Baumbach/Wes Anderson then you will definitely find this a subtle delight. No big names amongst the cast; and many of them only did one or two other projects after this, but I think that adds to the feeling of naïveté and naturalism. Random observation, but when I watched this movie I found connections between a number of its characters and the cast of The Breakfast Club--see if you agree. Right now you can rent this via iTunes, and since it takes place around Christmas and New Year’s, this would be a great time to watch. 

33. Radio Days (1987, directed by Woody Allen, country of origin: US)

This might be the sweetest, least cynical movie in Woody Allen’s filmography. It’s a love letter to the 1930s and 40s, when families would gather around the radio (rather than the TV) for music, serials, and news of the outside world. Seth Green plays the Woody stand-in as a child, Mia Farrow plays an aspiring radio actress, Larry David pops up as the Communist next door neighbor--it’s a real hoot. The music (from the likes of Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, and Glenn Miller) is gorgeous and it’s fun to see old New York recreated for this film. Suitable for all ages and utterly delightful, you can watch it on Hulu with a subscription or rent it on Vudu for $2.99. 

32. Pickup (1951, directed by Hugo Haas, country of origin: US)

I caught up with this low-budget B-movie noir during Noir City Chicago, and fell head over heels for it. The director plays the lead character, a lovable but lonely railroad worker named Hunky (he does not live up to this name in appearance). When he encounters the gorgeous and sassy Betty (Beverly Michaels) at a carnival, he can’t believe a guy like him could hold the romantic interest of such a hottie. As luck would have it, though, she’s more attracted to his life savings than to him. What a golddigger. What sets this movie apart is the addition of a little plot twist: Hunky loses his hearing in an accident, which is just fine by the conniving Betty who can now scheme and talk trash around her husband. But when Hunky’s hearing unexpectedly returns, he doesn’t tell anyone and discovers that his beloved wifey is plotting his demise. Bonus: There’s a pretty adorable puppy in the mix. This isn’t available on DVD, sadly, but someone has uploaded it to YouTube and if you have 77 minutes to kill, I recommend checking it out.

31. Ghost (1990, directed by Jerry Zucker, country of origin: US)

Look, I love Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg and Patrick Swayze just as much as the next person, but for some reason I had always assumed that Ghost was this really cheesy paranormal romance. Wrong! It’s a charming murder mystery with some legit scary moments a lot of comedy, and, yes, some romance too. So if you have somehow missed this gem, you can catch up with it for 99 cents right now on Amazon or rent it for a Few Dollars More on other streaming sites.

30. One False Move (1992, directed by Carl Franklin, country of origin: US)

In part one of this list, I mentioned watching multiple Bill Paxton movies in 2018. This one features Paxton as a small town sheriff with illusions of grandeur--instead of settling small time domestic disputes, he’d love to one day solve murders and thwart serial killers and arrest drug kingpins in the big city. He gets his chance to do something bigger when a car full of murderous fugitives rolls into town. The LA detectives on the case don’t quite know what to make of Paxton; but he views them as heroes. When he gets his chance to show them what he’s made of, he doesn’t flinch. 

Billy Bob Thornton co-wrote the screenplay and co-stars in the film, another connection between this and the other Paxton entry on my list (A Simple Plan). Here, he’s a vile and brutal sociopath (a role he’d go on to play in the TV adaptation of Fargo), with a girlfriend named Fantasia (Cynda Williams) that might be having second thoughts about their relationship. Director Carl Franklin is perhaps better known for the Denzel Washington neo noir Devil in a Blue Dress; and Franklin himself introduced a double feature of these two films at Noir City Chicago. He’s a brilliant, economical director with a deep well of classical film knowledge and a knack for capturing defining character traits in the space of a few frames. Rent this movie on Amazon, Vudu, or YouTube and prepare for a gritty, moving ride. 

29. Peeping Tom (1960, directed by Michael Powell, country of origin: England)

I caught up with this out of print masterpiece (purchased at my local library sale for 50 cents on Criterion DVD!) during my October horror viewing, and immediately wanted it to find a wider audience. Reviled upon its initial release, it follows a talented but troubled young filmmaker whose obsession involves recording the final moments of his murder victims’ lives, as they realize their fate. Pretty twisted, I know. The exploration of voyeurism and the relationship between the camera, its subjects, and an audience really make this a fascinating watch, both from a technical perspective and as a critique of moviemaking and consumption. One can’t help but see the influence this movie has had on horror filmmakers from Wes Craven to John Carpenter, particularly in the way it forces us to identify with the psychologically damaged killer instead of centering the narrative on his victims. Massively underrated, and deserving of your attention if you consider yourself a fan of horror movies. Watch it via rental on a number of streaming platforms. 

That concludes part 2 of the list! Stay tuned for the next segment, coming soon! 

[kinkyacademia]

Either Kai's or Kurono's (you choose, I love my babies equally) s/o first christmas with the yakuza and they find out that those guys don't really celabrate it and now the s/o tries to change that (too specific?)

Let Father Pasta tell you all something; Even if I don’t celebrate most Christian holidays, I do love decorating for Christmas. Muahhahaha, LIGHTS!! So, you get a lot because i n d u l g a n c e.I feel like I need to explain this; Kai’s S/O is always very high in the “Yakuza hierarchy” so almost all members of the Yakuza speak to them only when the S/O speaks first. I didn’t know if you Meatballs knew this :> 

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝 2

Chisaki Kai:

Kai happened to start dating you, a lovely barista at a coffee shop that he fancied, a few months before Christmas. He never, ever told you about the Yakuza until a few weeks before Christmas. He wanted you to move in with him, and it seemed like a big obligation until he pulled out the dominance guns. No, he didn’t bring a real gun, but he did push you into a wall and take your virginity enough to convince you to move in with him. Getting used to his “coworkers” was a hoot, but you soon fit in. They’ll always be a bit rowdy and dark, but you managed just fine.

Since he still liked seeing you every day at the shop, he let you keep your job. Since you were the baker for the pastries, you started making more and more peppermint and Christmas themed goodies. Kai never really celebrated Christmas, and you soon found out why when you baked some peppermint chocolate cookies for him and his “coworkers” one morning. You left the house about an hour before Kai woke up each day (obviously you were escorted to your bakery by a guard without your knowledge), so he would come get a coffee every morning from your coffee shop. Your friends thought his mask was a bit creepy, but overall they were just happy that you had someone you loved.

“(F/N), ah,” The clockwork ring sounded, and your boyfriend entered the shop. You were already briskly bringing the baggie of cookies to the front with a breathless smile across your face - the sweet bread for the morning shift was almost done. You could tell that he was smiling under his mask as he nodded to the cashier. You handed him the caramel mocha and cookies, and he lazily raised his eyebrows and almost opened the baggie.

“Wait, no, I made them special!” You exclaimed, causing a few people to turn your way. You shyly smiled around, then quickly leaned over the counter to place your floury baker hands on top of his strangely smooth own. He seemed mildly surprised, but your grin kept him waiting.

“I understand. I’m coming to pick you up after your shift, (F/N),” He nodded, and you nodded back before briskly taking a few steps back towards the baking room.

“Alright! Looking forward to it!” You happily waved to him, giddy for him to get the pre-Christmas surprise. Your coworkers and friends teased you about it all day, but you just knew that he must have loved them.

When he picked you up, you didn’t seem to sense anything special about him. Your ever-present and energetic smile were quite bright today, and he questioned it. You tried to lie and prod about how his morning went, but his response threw you off.

“I usually don’t eat sweets for breakfast, but your cookies are an obvious exception. Peppermint compliments chocolate quite well,” He then slid his arm casually over your shoulder, resting his hand over your chest and leaving you without your outlet for energy.

“You’re missing the point - they were Christmas themed! I even put candy cane striped frosting on them,” You whined, and he sighed.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re so hyper. (F/N), I don’t cel-the Yaku-we’ve never celebrated Christmas,” He seemed to stutter in his words, something you have never heard him do. You gaped, then grinned wickedly. His arm stiffened slightly - he had grown to be cautious of that face.

“Well, it looks like I have some work to do!”

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“You are insanely lucky that I love you, (F/N),” Kai muttered as he slipped past you. You yelped, then sighed as you went to go join in the general happiness of the Yakuza household. It was usually so dreary in here, but the overnight lights and Christmas theme really seemed to bring out the best in everyone. Kendou had taken his helmet off, and everyone else was chatting in a much more lively manner.

Kai had gone off to talk to Kurono about some sort of business, and you spoke with Joi for a bit before Kai returned. You felt a bit uneasy at his general silence, and Kurono seemed out of character as he removed his mask and striked a conversation with Shin. You turned to Kai, your hair flipping slightly, but you couldn’t spot him.

“Quite crazy, don’t you think?” Joi tried loosely to continue with the conversation you had started, and you quickly turned back around before forcing your sunny attitude to kick into high gear. Sure, his coworkers would never be quite “delightful,” but this general chatter was a huge step up from complete, uneasing silence.

When you felt an arm wrap around your waist, you yelped. Joi quickly waved you off, his eyes spelling the words out instantly; Kai’s coworkers have always been afraid of him in some sort of way. You leaned back into your boyfriend as he dragged you off, mumbling a few things like, “You’re being so vulgar,” and, “Kai! You’re being so forceful!”

“(F/N),” One simple word brought your impatient silence, and he finally pushed you into the wall outside of his bedroom. He let go, and you felt slightly awkward standing in front of him like some sort of war criminal. You glanced at the floor, then into his absolutely emotionless eyes. You forced yourself to assume something good was coming out of this.

“Do you like the lights? Some are from my old apartment, but I got some more after my shift,” He was silent, and your smile became painfully large. You wondered why his eyes were slowly narrowing as his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your jaw, fear shooting through you as he angled your face upwards to directly face him as he became insanely close.

“Do you know what you did?” His voice edged on annoyed, but it was overall angry. You grumbled, lightly pawing at his hand and complaining about how tight it was. You didn’t know how normal inflicting pain upon others was to him - no, only in the bedroom for you.

“N-No?” You mumbled, and your lips started to pucker up with how much he was pushing you. You whined loudly, and he leaned his mask past your ear to where his lips were close enough to hear his breath.

“You avoided your escort. Have you not realized that, when I don’t come get you, I have a guard follow you back here?” Your eyes widened. You didn’t realize that Kai loved you so much… You were just too oblivious to the obsessive side of this, and you felt yourself relax into his grip.

“I’m sorry, Kai, I didn’t know you do that,” You whispered, and he pulled back and let his hand fall from your face. You hadn’t realized that you went on your toes, and you fell back onto your flat feet. His arms wrapped around your waist, his hands sliding into your back pockets and forcing you to stay close to him. You didn’t mind, and wrapped your arms under his jacket and around his back. The silence was comfortable until he spoke again.

“Thank you for livening the place up, the others needed it,” He sighed, sounding more defeated than thankful, and rested his chin on your head. You closed your eyes, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. This was a common sort of “cuddling” position for you two, since Kai could easily slip away if he was needed instead of having to untangle his arms and other appendages.

A few minutes later, Kai pulled back. You leaned forward, but he shook his head and patted yours, “I need to do some paperwork, let’s go,” He then grabbed his door handle.

Chisaki Kai is the master of reading body language, but for some reason, he couldn’t sense your sudden giddiness as he pushed the door open. He did sense the mass of Christmas decor decorating his room, though, and he quickly whipped around to shoot a glare at you.

“Merry Christmas hunny!” You exclaimed with a squeal, scampering down the hallway and past mistletoe branches and random little snowmen charms on the windowsills. You heard ghostly footsteps follow you like a hunting dog, and it didn’t take him long to catch you. Your gleeful laughter even elicited a chuckle from him as he carried you back to the room and half-assedly scolded you for decorating your and his’ room without asking him.

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Recommended Long Yaoi Manga (20+ chapters) to Binge

The Mangas marked with three stars (***) are currently complete at the time that this list was uploaded.

You’re My Love prize Viewfinder: The Finder Series (10/10): Akihito’s a freelance photographer that’s always after dangerous scoops. One day he finds himself in the clutches of Asami, lord of the criminal underbelly. They find themselves draw to each other, and soon not even their different stances in society can keep them apart. However, enemies of Asami soon take interest in Akihito and plan to exploit him as a weakness. Little do they know that Akihito isn’t a pushover. This edge of your seat action manga will also thrill your heart with strong characters and a love you can’t help but root for even if it didn’t start off on the right foot. Mafia, Romance, Action, Thriller, Yakuza, Drama (9vol, 74ch)

***Haru wo Daiteita (10/10): No matter what nation you’re from becoming a celebrity always isn’t easy. Iwaki and Katou started their careers as AV actors until a once in a life time chance came their way. They both land auditions for an erotic novel turning into a movie as love interests, but the problem is that they hate each other. Slowly their feelings towards each other start to change as Katou pursues Iwaki after the film wraps. Follow them as they develop from enemies to lovers, then move in together, go on vacations together, have their share of arguments, and even get married. Comedy, Drama, Romance, Mature, Actors, Entertainment, Married, Living together (14vol, 78ch)

Hidoku Shinaide (10/10): Nemugasa is only at a very expensive and important high school on a scholarship and when his scholarship is in danger he decides that he will study his ass off. That is until Maya, the local cool guy in his class, loudly states that he’s going to make a cheat-sheet (which he doesn’t). Using this idea Nemugasa does makes a cheat-sheet to pass the exam. Afterwards Maya approaches Nemugasa and threatens him to ensure that his mouth stays silent. However, this threat includes them sleeping together and they both slowly learn that sleeping together without emotions will only last so long, and they both start falling for each other. The rest of the manga follows their relationship as they continue together through high school into college. Mature, Comedy, Slice of Life, Heartwarming, Drama, School Life, Romance, Blackmail (7vol, 3ch)

Honto Yajuu (10/10): The classic story of a cop and a yakuza that fall in love. This story is super adorable and I can’t rave about it enough. Follow Aki as he instantly falls in love policeman, Ueda, who saves him from an underwear thief and needs to convince Ueda to fall in love with him. Along the way they encounter obstacles such as other gangs, exs, and the struggle of keeping their relationship a secret. Cop/Gangster, Romance, Drama, Heartwarming, Comedy, Rings, They’re basically living together (10vol, 22ch)

***Katekyo! (10/10): Rintarou’s home tutor is beautiful, but he’s anything but kind (especially to Rintarou). As they grow closer Rintarou starts realizing he has feelings for Kaede, but one day Kaede tease Rintarou by playing with his body. Afterwards Rintarou is anxious since he doesn’t think that Kaede feels the same way towards him. In every way that Rintarou is uncertain Kaede is there to support him and reassure him. Comedy, School Life, Romance (4vol, 26ch)

***Koi to wa Yobenai (9/10): Right before Christmas, Ei is walking home alone and heartbroken after his lover dumped him in order to marry someone else. Depressed Ei barley sees the man and cat that are being buried by the falling snow. Snapping back to his senses he helps the two of them into his apartment and out of the cold. Just as winter turns to spring Ei’s broken heart starts to thaw making room for new love. He starts falling for the man that he saved that night, Junpei, but Ei promises himself he’ll never fall in love again. However, just as Ei’s about to surrender to his feelings for Junpei his ex returns saying he wants Ei back. Drama, Romance, Slice of Life, Discovering New Love, Heartwarming (3vol, 24ch)

***Love Mode (10/10): Love Mode tells the love stories of a group of men. Usually I’m not a fan of one-shots, but this is an interlocked story between multiple couple and they do go back to the other couples so don’t worry. The first story is that of Izumi who gets his identity mistaken for a male escort and is taken out on a date by a translator. This misunderstanding sparks their slow blooming relationship. Meanwhile, the host in question also has their relationship with their owner of the club they attempt to pursue. However, the owner, Reiji, has his eyes on a boy down on his luck, Naoya. Naoya recently lost his home due to a fire after losing his job so Reiji asks Naoyo to come and live with him till he gets back on his feet, but Naoyo’s pride is another matter. The art style is older, but you’ll get use to it. Plus the story is great! Drama, Romance, Comedy, Tragedy, Age Gap, Psychological, Living Together (11vol, 54ch)

***Mousou Elektel (10/10): Shunpei's life is completely normal until his childhood friend Fumi calls him up to the rooftop one day. Fumi confesses to him that he’s gay. Shunpei then expects that Fumi’s going to tell him that Shunpei's the interest of his gay love, but Fumi surprises him by telling Shunpei that he already has a boyfriend. At a loss Shunpei starts wondering why Fumi isn’t attracted to him. In an effort to gain his friend’s love Shunpei slowly learns his own feelings for his friend. Comedy, Drama, Slice of Life, School Life, Neighbors, Childhood Friends (4vol, 25ch)

***Rutta to Kodama (10/10): Kodama always moves due to his parents work so coming in to school late is nothing new. When he moves in he moves in with the local tough guy, but after their first encounter gives him the nickname Rutta. Slowly they grow closer to each other until Rutta finally confesses. They each make each other better people as they go through their school life, and grow emotionally as a couple. It’s a very simple story, but very heartwarming easy read. Heartwarming, Roommates, Comedy, School Life, Delinquents (3vol, 21ch)

***Shizuku Hanabira Ringo no Kaori (10/10): As a businessman that distributes sake it’s a weakness for Mutsuki that he has no tolerance for alcohol. One day his boss orders him to go to a very troublesome brewery and get a contract. Upon arriving Mutsuki meets Shuusaku, the brew master’s grandson. Shuusaku is standoffish and unfriendly, but that doesn’t stop Mutsuki from instantly falling for him. In his own weird and determined way Mutsuki aims to get both the contract and Shuusaku’s heart. Romance, Comedy, Brewery, Heartwarming, Businessman, Drama (3vol, 21ch)

Ten Count (10/10): Shirotani has a very serious condition known as Mysophobic (germaphobe) so when the president of his company was in danger and he couldn’t bring himself to save him. Shirontani was greatful when a passerby, Kurose, saved the President. However, the last thing he expected what that the person would know of his condition and tell him that he should seek medical attention. Just when Shirontani gathered his courage to seek medical attention he noticed Kurose heading into the office. Drama, Romance, Doctor, Illness, Heartwarming, Slice of Life (41ch)

***Yatteranneeze! (10/10): Fujimoto is every parent and teacher’s idea of perfect: perfect grades, top of his class, and Student council VP. However, he wants nothing more than to break that mold. On summer he goes out and finds a popular boy and decides to live his life to the fullest. The boy in question, Masaki, dresses him in cool clothes, teaches him how to act cool, and even dyes his hair and pierces his ear. In addition, Masaki says he wants to teach the new cool Fujimoto how to kiss and thus the downhill spiral of their love begins. Even when they return to school Fujimoto realizes that he can never go back to who he use to be. This is drawn in an older art style, but I promise that it’s still cute. Romance, Comedy, Drama, Slice of Life, School Life (7vol 22ch)

***Yume Musubi, Koi Musubi (9/10): Ao might look adorable, but man does he have a lot of horny energy stored up and its all directed towards his childhood friend Ryoumei. Ryoumei is also the neighborhood Shinto priest who definitely shouldn’t be doing anything scandalous with Ao. However, after rejecting Ao he can’t bare seeing Ao’s distress and his own feelings of annoyance. They slowly learn how important they are to each other. Comedy, Romance, Slice of Life, Age Gap, Childhood Friends (4vol, 22ch)

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One night in Akane has lasted me 15 hours • Eurogamer.net

I can’t find that many impressions of Akane, a game I bought on a whim from the Switch’s eStore, but it seems people are surprised that there’s only one level. Or that there’s no explanation for the intro animation of Akane herself, stood like Oldboy in a lift full of corpses, before the sounds of her bike crash and the title screen. And no explanation for what happened after the (themselves unexplained) childhood samurai training levels to even lead to this point. Or who the peach-pink cyborg boss even Katsuro is. There’s no real end either, as far as I can tell. It’s an infinite high-score game couched within a specific narrative scenario, a tension that’s set up and never resolved.

And I’m so glad I found it! Lots of what I like about it is right there behind the title screen, ready to go when you are. Akane’s stance: Pixel-pose, one-hand-on-hip, red trousers and white hair. Her Akira-style future-bike crashed and in flames. The flickering glow on its tyres. The washes of neon around this Neo Tokyo square. And four Yakuza surrounding you, angry at some never-revealed infraction. Clearly, something has happened. Then you press start and straight away the square of men closes in, straight away Akane is happening.

It sounds basic, but so many times I’m put off by action games that are all style and noise and indulgent kill animations, but without that vitality in their gamefeel, feeling like they happen at a slight remove – a puppet with slack in the strings.

But Akane feels good, alive with the now. Its control latency sliced to a sliver so it’s immediate and responsive when you press A, with a one-frame sword-swipe that doesn’t break your stride, and a slight screen shake as you connect. And the run animation is great, leant forward, sword dragging behind her, vector-sharp like an arrowhead. The Yakuza burst apart with a Fruit Ninja squelch.

And though one hit kills here, there’s a cool-down so you can’t spam the sword; now each press and pivot matters, so that glimmer-spark of reactive, responsive life is not softened by imprecision, by a white noise boredom of mindless button presses and particle effect eruptions. (The bad version of what Girlfriend Reviews calls ‘Diarrhoea Christmas Lights’). Here, both the stick movement and the button play require constant, specific engagement and attention.

To beat the actual challenges (like, ‘Kill a Cyber Ninja Whilst on 50 Combo’) you also have to learn the sweet-spot pace needed to juggle the gun and kill meters, their charges and cool-downs. Imbibing them. Soon treating the short combo window like a metronome, holding off one kill just long enough to be able to reach the next within combo. Sometimes you sync with the rhythm of the (very very throbbing) soundtrack like the teeth on two gears – like that docking scene in Interstellar! – and for a few bars you’re landing shots and slices on the beat, above a synth bass as thick as paste.

I like this! (You can probably tell).

I like a game that isn’t charted in narrative arcs or new environments, but is more a pleasing frequency to engage with, made up of small oscillations of attention and intention: Making sure to shoot after every few cuts, to keep the sword live. Stretching out and curving your movement arcs to suit the constant, in-out Hokey Cokey of crowd control. Trailing gangsters like a pied piper, spotting an angle, then looping round and cutting through like a machete through cane. Syncing with the game and sinking into the game like a playable moodscape as much as a place. Like Lo-Fi beats for the fingers. Like a headspace you make with music and motion, and a zone-note you hit and then try to maintain long enough to just reach the next boss fight with Katsuro, or a 50-man combo, or –

But it’s suddenly over! In the shock of a pink Yakuza swipe, Or the contrail of a Cyber Ninja’s dash, and everything splits for a second, like the Tik-Tok logo. All anaglyph-without-the-glasses. Then, a results screen splash before the next round, and the small thrill of a new item to try (and then ignore, usually).

There are a lot of small details here, and I’ve found it’s worth pausing before restarting, long enough to spot something new from this one, specific scene, suddenly obvious against the stillness. Dense like a Street-Fighter background but less centred around the fight, a bit more peripheral and ambient and lived-in: The movement of a body in front of a shop shutter; a man bathed in the glow of an arcade machine; the fluorescent fish-fry logo; that bearded watcher on a roof in the south-west corner. I’m still seeing new things after hours of play in this single Street of Rage. I might even spot something whilst in-game, with the little wriggle-room of attention I’ve earned from familiarity.

I like all this too!

The sense of the hinted-at, the alluded-to, the media res. All the gradual things I’ve noticed throughout all the many ground-hog variations I’ve played of Akane’s last night. And I’ve liked having a game that plays like a short, a game-ella, without the need for an up-ramp of progression each round, or any meta-concerns of strategy, or the obligation to include other levels with colours or music I don’t even like, and probably won’t return to. Most of all I like a core loop that is an honest, simple treat. Did I mention I’ve played this one mission for more than 15 hours (!) during lockdown?

I don’t know if Akane is an all-round good game, exactly. (Whatever that means). But it’s a flavour of play I’m glad to have to hand in my Switch library. Nestled along supposedly bigger, fuller Experiences and Journeys, that I now remember as a few details; as a sort of mean of their whole.

Or maybe as their best moments. Or as specific snapshots in my Switch gallery. But often when I replay them (if I even replay them), I choose one favourite level or vibe palette anyway. Akane’s best moment is its only moment, always there, always happening. Her bike in flames. Her sword at the hip. The music throbbing. A space of engaged absorption, untethered from change or resolution; an everlasting, ever-now you make with motion, bought on a whim for 89p.

from EnterGamingXP https://entergamingxp.com/2020/08/one-night-in-akane-has-lasted-me-15-hours-%e2%80%a2-eurogamer-net/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=one-night-in-akane-has-lasted-me-15-hours-%25e2%2580%25a2-eurogamer-net

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Superheros home Best Anime Movies – Top 25 Anime Movies of All Time

What are a few of the Best Anime Movies to look at? It may very well be one heck of a job since there is such a lot to choose. That’s why I made an inventory of the Best Anime Movies to look at subsequent. So, with none additional ado let’s start. We could?

Best Anime Movies 0f all the time that you must to Watch

25. Your Name – (Japanese name) Kimi no Na Wa 2016

  Highschool lady Mitsuha lives within the city of Itomori in Japan’s mountainous Hida area. She belongs to be a good-looking boy in her exchanging subsequent life. She switches physique with Taki, a high school boy in Tokyo once they wake p. They impart with notes, memos and write on one another pores and skin typically.

Taki, as Mitsuha, visits her grandmother and sister to depart the ritual alcohol kuchikamizake, to current it as a providing on the shrine on a mountaintop exterior the city. The shrine is the physique of the village guardian god who controls human experiences and connections, which is believed by people. Mitsuha’s newest be aware informs Taki a few comets to succeed in Earth on the day of her city competition.

24. A Silent Voice – (Japanese name) Eiga Koe no Katachi (2016)

  Shoya Ishida, a delinquent boy who bullied Shoko Nishimiya, his deaf classmate alongside along with his mates again at elementary college. Nevertheless, it adjustments when Nishimiya transferred, and it ends in all of his mates and lecturers are turned towards him to place him to the purpose the place he decides that mates are unimportant. Ishida reunites with Nishimura and sees that she remains to be lonely attributable to her shyness. He decides to reconnect Nishimiya with their outdated classmates which he couldn’t capable of doing earlier than.

23. When Marnie Was There – (Japanese name) Omoide no Mānī (2014)

  Anna Sassaki is a 12 years outdated introvert, who lives in Sapporo together with her foster dad and mom, Yoriko and her husband. In the future, she collapses from Bronchial asthma assault within the college. Yoriko talks to Anna’s physician and her dad and mom resolve to ship him to a rural seaside city for clear air.

Anna finds a deserted mansion around a salt marsh and enters to discover it. She walks around and will get caught by the tide until she comes upon by Toichi, an outdated fisherman. Later, she learns that the mansion was once a trip residence for some foreigners, and it’s empty for a very long time. However, from the evening, Anna desires a blonde lady within the mansion.

22. The Wind Rises – (Japanese name) Kaze Tachinu (2013)

  Jiro Horikoshi needs to develop into a pilot, however, he held again attributable to his eyesight. He reads concerning the well-known Italian plane designer Giovanni Battista Caproni, and dream about at evening. Caproni tells him that he has by no means piloted an aircraft in his life and making planes is best than flying them.

After 5 years, Jiro is touring on a practice to review aeronautical engineering at Tokyo Imperial College, and he meets a younger lady, Naoko Satomi alongside together with her maid within the journey. Because the Nice Kanto Earthquake of 1923 hits, Naoko’s maid’s leg is fractured and so, Jiro takes her to Naoko’s household and leaves the place without telling his title.

21. The Garden of Words – (Japanese name) Koto no ha no Niwa (2013)

  The Backyard garden of the city falls beneath the class of romance and drama. The area around the surrounding based mostly on a wet season in Tokyo. Within the movie Takao Akizuki, a 15-year-old high school scholar who aspires to develop into a shoemaker, that’s why more often than not he skips lessons to sketch shoe designs at his standard place, the backyard of Shinjuku Gyoen.

In the future, he comes throughout Yukari Yukino, a ravishing 27-year-old girl who was sitting there and having fun with her beer and chocolate whereas gazing on the rain. As soon as the summer time break was over, Takao comes again to high school to attend lessons, however there he notices Yukari and a good friend advised him she is a literature trainer and all the time had been the sufferer of gossip and bullying.

20. Wolf  Children – (Japanese name) Ōkami Kodomo no Ame to Yuki (2012)

  Hana, a school scholar in Tokyo, Japan bought right into a relationship with a werewolf and had two kids’s, a boy: Ame and a woman: Yuki. Whereas trying to find meals for his household, Hana’s husband bought killed in an accident, sadly.

As a single mom, her life turns into very powerful with two little werewolf kids’s. Ame and Yuki have been incessantly altering their human and werewolf kinds when social employees and her neighbors go to her home to test about Ame and Yuki’s well being. Hana leaves that place as quickly as doable with a purpose to maintain their identity protected. She works extraordinarily laborious to restore a damaged home and feed her kids’s with the crops they personal.

19. The Secret World of Arrietty (2010) – (Japanese name) Kari-gurashi no Arietti (2010)

  A boy named Shō tells the viewers he nonetheless remembers the week in summer time he spent at his mom’s childhood residence along with his maternal great-aunt, Sadako, and the housemaid, Haru.

At evening, Arrietty’s father, Pod, takes her on her first “borrowing” mission, to get sugar and tissue paper. After acquiring a sugar dice from the kitchen, they journey inside a hole wall to a bedroom which they enter by means of an intriguing dollhouse with working electrical lights and kitchen utensils.

18. Summer Wars – (Japanese name) Samā Wōzu (2009)

  Kenji Koiso (Ryunosuke Kamiki) is a younger scholar with a present of arithmetic and a part-time within the huge computer-simulated digital actuality world OZ along with his good friend Takashi Sakuma (Takahiro Yokokawa).

In the future, Kenji was known as by a fellow Kuonji scholar Natsuki Shinohara to take part within the 90th birthday of her great-grandmother Sakae Jinnouchi. After reaching to Sakae’s property in Ueda, Natsuki introduces Kenji as her fiance to shock them each.

17. Ponyo – (Japanese name) Gake no Ue no Ponyo (2008)

  Fujimoto was a human wizard also a scientist, who lives underwater together with her daughter, Brunhilde, and her a number of smaller sisters. Brunhilde sneaks out and floats away on the again of a jellyfish whereas her siblings went out with their father in his four-flippered submarine.

Sosuke injures his finger when he opening the jar with the rock, then Brunhilde licks his wound to heal it instantly. Sosuke provides her a reputation, Ponyo and decides to maintain her. Then again, Fujimoto seems to be for her for her misplaced daughter desperately as he thinks that she has been kidnapped.

16. 5 Centimeters per Second – (Japanese name) Byōsoku Go Senchimētoru (2007)

  Takaki Tōno rapidly turns into a good friend with Akari Shinohara when she transfers to his elementary college in Tokyo. They get together with one another attributable to similar pursuits and attitudes like they each keep contained in the recess for his or her seasonal allergy symptoms.

Aakri strikes to the close by space of Tochigi after commencement from elementary college attributable to her mum or dad’s job. Nonetheless, they each keep involved with letters, however, they start to float aside over the time.

15. The Girl Who Leapt By way of Time –  (Japanese name) Toki o Kakeru Shōjo (2006)

  Makoto Konno got a message written on a blackboard and unwittingly falls upon a walnut-shaped object. Makoro loses her bicycle brakes and ejects in the entrance of an upcoming practice. Nonetheless, she finds herself reverted again in time on the level when she was on her bicycle earlier than the accident.

Makoto begins to make use of her time to leap skill to get out the messy scenario, after that. It consists of a love confession from her finest good friend, Chiaki Mamiya. Makoto discerns that she has a numbered tattoo on her arm to point the restricted variety of leaping instances she will be able to use.

14. Tokyo Godfathers – (Japanese name) Tokyo Goddofazazu (2003)

  On Christmas Eve, three individuals discovered a new child with a be aware whereas skimming by means of the rubbish. It’s stated to take excellent care of the child together with a bag which has a clue of the infant’s dad and mom identification. Therefore, the trio begins their journey to seek out the dad and mom.

Later, the group finds a high-ranking yakuza trapped beneath his vehicle. It was likely that he was awarded of the proprietor of the membership of the place, where Kiyoko’s mom labored earlier than, and his daughter is getting married to the membership proprietor on that day.

They attend the marriage and be taught that the infant’s mom is a former bar lady, named Sachiko. He provides the trio Sachiko’s handle, however, the get together is interrupted by a maid, who’s a Latin American hit man in disguise.

13. Metropolis – (Japanese name) Metoroporisu (2001)

  People and robots both exist within the futuristic city of Metropolis, however, robots are discriminated and segregated to decrease metropolis ranges. A large number of human inhabitants was jobless, and most of the people blame it on the robots.

Duke Pink, who was the unofficial ruler of Metropolis, has supervised the development of an enormous skyscraper referred to as the Ziggurat to unfold its energy throughout the planet for mankind. A delinquent robotic intrudes the Ziggurat’s opening ceremony, solely to be shot down by Rock, adopted a son and the pinnacle of the Marduk Get together. It’s a vigilante group with a goal to evoke anti-robot attitudes.

12. Spirited Away – (Japanese name) Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi (2001)

  Ten-year-old Chihiro Ogino and her dad and mom are touring to their new residence when her father takes a mistaken flip. They went into a magical world unknowingly out of Chihiro’s father want for exploring.

Later, Haku finds Chihiro and will get her a job from the bathhouse’s boiler-man, Kamaji, a spider yokai who instructions the susuwatari. Kamaji said no and refuse to work for her as he has soot spirits, however, he sends Chihiro to the witch, Yubaba, who runs the bathhouse out of sympathy.

11. Princess Mononoke – (Japanese name) Mononoke-hime (1997)

  In Muromachi Japan, A demon attacked Emishi village. The final Emishi prince, Ashitaka, eliminates it earlier than it brings havoc to the village however his arm will get a curse within the struggle. Though the curse grants him superhuman power; it’s going to unfold by means of his physique to kill him in the end.

Heading to the west, Ashitaka meets Jigo, a wandering monk, who tells Ashitaka that he could discover a remedy from the Nice Forest Spirit, a deer-like animal god by day and a large “nightwalker” by evening.

10. Whisper of the Hearts – (Japanese name) Mimi o Sumaseba (1995)

  Shizuku is aa 14 years outdated scholar at Mukaihara Junior Excessive College, who’s an ebook lover and enthusiastic author. She goes, so she can check out playing cards in her library books when she notices that it has been seen by Seiji Amasawa. Later, Shizuku meets a younger man, who seems to be Seiji.

Shizuku follows a cat on practice and finds out a vintage store which runs by Shiro Nishi. There’s a cat statue, “The Baron”. She sings “Take Me Residence, Nation Roads”, later in the store and seems like Seiji is the grandson of Nishi. Each of them develops into mates with one another and start their journey in direction of their dream.

9. Ghost in the Shell –  (Japanese name) Kōkaku Kidōtai Gōsuto In Za Sheru (1995)

  The human physique will be augmented or changed completely with cybernetic elements in 2029. There is one another achievement, i.e., cyber brain, a mechanical case for the human mind to entry to browse the web and different networks. The unknown time period was “ghost”, which refers to consciousness of the human physique (aka shell).

Main Motoko Kusanagi is an assault-team chief of “New Port Metropolis” in Japan for the Public Safety Part 9. Receiving a request message from Nakamura, who is chief of Part 6, she assassinates a diplomat of a overseas nation efficiently to cease a programmer referred to as Daita from defecting.

8. Ninja Scroll – (Japanese name) Jubei’s Ninja Chronicle (1993)

  In Edo period-Japan, the Yamashiro clan mines gold secretly to pay the Toyotami Shogun of darkish as a cost for his safety by means of a cargo. The Shogun of the darkish decides to make use of the gold for getting superior Spanish weapons to overturn the present authorities, the Tokugawa Shogunate.

The ship swirls right into a storm in Mochizuki territory, and the Eight Devils of Kimon, a ninja staff with supernatural powers within the make use of the Yamashiro, slaughter people from the near the village of Shimoda to maintain the gold cargo a secret.

7. Only Yesterday –  (Japanese name) Omoide Poro Poro (1991)

  Taeko, a single 27 years outdated lady lived her complete life in Tokyo. She make a choice to go to the household of the elder brother of her brother-in-law within the countryside to help with safflower harvesting and escape from metropolis life.

Through the journey at evening on a sleeper practice to Yamagata, she recollects her childhood recollections as a schoolgirl, and her utmost need to go on a trip like her classmates.

6. Kiki’s Delivery Service – (Japanese name) Majo no Takkyūbin (1989)

  It’s a custom for 13-year outdated witches to depart residence for 12 months to pursue their ability on the evening of a full moon. 13-year-old trainee witch Kiki leaves her residence together with her kindred spirit, i.e., a speaking black cat named Jiji. She went flying on her broomstick to the port metropolis of Koriko and look for a spot to remain whereas she meets Tombo, a geeky boy who admires Kiki’s flying skill utmostly.

Kiki starts a “Witch Supply Enterprise” to ship and deliver items on her broomstick. Her first supply goes completely mistaken as she caught in a gust and misplaced the black cat which she speculated to ship. Jiji the cat pretends to be the toy untill Kiki can discover and deliver the actual merchandise.

5. Akira (1988)

  In July 1988, a gravitational singularity concluded Tokyo and results in World Warfare III. Japan start seen a criminal offense wave and motion corruption particularly in “Neo-Tokyo” by 2019. One evening, hot-headed Kaneda instructions his bōsōzoku gang, the Capsules, towards their rivals, the Clowns for the struggle.

Through the brawl, Kaneda’s finest good friend, the sullen Tetsuo Shima, unwittingly crashes his bike into Takashi, who’s a psychic esper only recently escaped from a secret authorities laboratory with the assistance of a resistance group.

4. Grave of the Fireflies – (Japanese name) Hotaru no Haka (1988)

  Within the days of World Warfare II, the American military drops napalm canisters on Japanese canisters by means of firestorms. These bombs are bigger than a tin can after which a second of silence earlier than they hit the bottom and detonate, spreading explosions although environment. There’s no known way to struggle this predicament with wooden and paper homes in a Japanese residence.

Just a few months earlier; Seita and Setsuko’s home bought burned in a firebombing alongside most of Kobe. They escape the hazard; nonetheless, their mom dies within the incident. Seita and Setsuko went to reside with a distant aunt and requested to promote their mom’s kimono for rice.

Seita gathers all provides that he buried earlier than the bombing time and give it to his aunt. Their Aunt turns into stressed in direction of the youngsters as rations shrink and the variety of refugees grows and says they do nothing for meals. How the siblings battle for his or her lives kinds the story.

3. Castle in the Sky – (Japanese name) Tenkû no Shiro Rapyuta (1986)

  Sheeta, a woman who’s kidnapped by Authorities agent Muska, bought attacked by Captain Dola and her air pirate sons as they’re trying to find Sheeta’s crystal amulet. Because of this, Sheeta falls from the airship bur her first-rate bought slowed, and she or he saved by a boy later.

She falls safely in a small mining city the place she is saved by a boy named Pazu, who took her into his residence to get well. He tells Sheeta a few mysterious floating island Laputa and reveals an image taken by his father.

2. Vampire Hunter – (Japanese name) Kyûketsuki hantâ D (1985)

  The long run appears bleak for the remaining people, who inhabit an unlimited wasteland and spend the vast majority of their time making an attempt to outrun vicious vampires and different demonic beings.

A supernaturally expert swordsman often called D (Kaneto Shiozawa), is employed by mortals to seek for the villainous Rely Magnus Lee (Seizô Katô), who attacked a neighborhood lady not too long ago. A massacre begins when D rides into lee’s lair on his mechanical steed.

1. Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind – (Japanese name) Kaze no Tani no Naushika (1984)

  Princess Nausicaa should struggle Princess Kushana, the chief of the Tolmekian military to retrieve a strong weapon which may erase human existence.

In the future, an airship crashes onto the cliffs near Valley of the Wind. Nausicaa goes to save lots of a shackled lady of her similar age from the burning wreck. Sadly, she passes away after telling that she is the Princess Lastelle from the Kingdom Pejite and the cargo of airship have to be destroyed. The airship belongs to Tolmekia, and the cargo is an embryo of a large warrior, which is, without doubt, one of the deadly and monstrous creatures used within the historical warfare.

Conclusion

You got here by means of an extended record of the Best Anime Movies based mostly on the discharge up till now. All of those are a masterpiece surely, and so that you shouldn’t miss a single one if doable. However, the place would you go to stream your favorite anime films? Let me let you know among the finest anime streaming websites with ad-free HD expertise.

Crunchyroll is the most well-liked real-time anime streaming web site with a great deal of anime content material for simply $6.95/month. However, you’ll be able to attempt another network like Funimation, VRV, Netflix, Amazon Prime, and so on. It is best to all the time help the official launch as you’re getting a lot inside an affordable worth. You possibly can go to YouTube to look at totally free in case you can’t afford to pay proper now.

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