#rei sakuma scenario

[teacute]

𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄.

ARCHIVE GENRE | fluff | angst | suggestive | specials | smau

NOTE | i'm sorry that you have to scroll for the whole list, laziness just can't be helped... i will totally divide them sooner or later (lies)

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 | orchestra from the heaven ✧ t. eichi ; ✧ h. wataru ; ✧ h. tori ; ✧ f. yuzuru ;

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 | shining southern cross in the night sky! ✧ h. hokuto ; ✧ a. subaru ; ✧ y. makoto ; ✧ i. mao ;

𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐈 | heroes with burning passions☆ ✧ n. tetora ; ✧ t. midori ; ✧ s. shinobu ; ✧ m. chiaki ; ✧ s. kanata ;

𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 | penetrate! suits of your heart! ✧ a. hiiro ; ✧ s. aira ; ✧ a. mayoi ; ✧ k. tatsumi ;

𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 | an eternal enthralling paradise ✧ r. nagisa ; ✧ t. hiyori ; our memories ✧ s. ibara ; ✧ s. jun ;

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄 | the museum of weaving arts ✧ i. shu ; ✧ k. mika ;

𝟐𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐊 | the joyful melody from united twins ✧ a. hinata ; hc: they have a crush on s/o ✧ a. yuta ; hc: they have a crush on s/o

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘:𝐁 | free bees flying around ✧ a. rinne ; ✧ himeru ; ✧ o. kohaku ; ✧ s. niki ;

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 | wild hunt in the darkness ✧ s. rei ; ✧ h. kaoru ; ✧ o. koga ; ✧ o. adonis ;

𝐑𝐀*𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 | a toy box filled with dreams♪ ✧ m. tomoya ; ✧ n. nazuna ; ✧ t. mitsuru ; ✧ s. hajime ;

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 | steady, elegant flower under the moonlight ✧ h. keito ; ✧ k. kuro ; ✧ k. souma ;

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | the knights contributing music ✧ s. tsukasa ; hc: they have a crush on s/o ✧ t. leo ; hc: they have a crush on s/o ✧ s. izumi ; hc: they have a crush on s/o | you getting sick ✧ s. ritsu ; hc: they have a crush on s/o ✧ n. arashi ; hc: they have a crush on s/o

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 | the happy magic party lasting forever ✧ s. natsume ; ✧ a. tsumugi ; feelings ✧ h. sora ;

𝐌𝐀𝐌 | present the palpitating moment to you! ✧ m. madara ;

[rain-herb]

dead of night

[mxnaluv]

IM SO SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG

I'm back tho so that's all that matters :)

Pretty

MDNI!!! 18+

GN!Reader

Getou Suguru, Albedo Kreidprinz, Rei Sakuma, Eren Jeager, Naruto Uzumaki, Choso, Aki Hayakawa, Mista Guido, Asmo, Xiao, Uzui Tengen, Hashirama Senju

“Pretty,” I said while playing with his long hair. His glistening eyes looked up at me as if he was begging. “Did you just call me pretty?” He said.

“Yes I called you pretty, now lay back down.” His head rested on my soft legs as he sat the comfortably. I started to make little braids in his hair and twirled little pieces of it with my fingers. He would groan when I massage his scalp; hearing it made me want to do it more.

my hands ran through his hair while he started to breathe harder. “Are you okay?” I asked” I felt his forehead and it was hot.

“You're burning up let me go-” I tried to get up but his strong arms held my legs down on the couch. I realized that he wasn't sick at that moment.

His hand gripped harder in my thighs to keep me still. “I'm not sick,” he said.

My heart started to race and the room became hotter from the intense stare that we both gave each other.

His hands let go onto my side, stood up, and crashed his hungry lips onto mine. His soft fingertips grazed my face as he kissed me.

The room was soon filled with breathy kissing followed by a few moans. I followed his lead and stood up with him. He gripped my whole body, and we explored each other's bodies.

He tugged on my shirt, begging me to take it off. I nod and the shirt slid off of me.

The rest of the night was spent with spiciness.

[dailyhelldorm]

[TL] Koga 4☆ FS2 Story / Howling at the Summit

Scenario Writer: Suika

Characters: Aoi Hinata, Himemiya Tori, Aoi Yuuta, Suou Tsukasa, Ogami Koga, Tenshouin Eichi, Sakuma Rei, Kunugi Akiomi, Aoba Tsumugi, Saegusa Ibara

Season: Autumn

Koga: Oh! I thought ya were a despicable guy, but unexpectedly ya have some good understandin' sense huh! Eichi: ...♪

[φ(゜▽゜*)♪]

Location: Rhythm Link Office

Koga: Ya want me to join the ‘Summit’?

Rei: Yes. I have work on the next scheduled ‘Summit’. Neither I nor Hasumi-kun can likely participate on that day.

So I want you to act like a step-in and partake, that’s the thing…

Koga: Then why me? Some other dudes hafta be free that day, too.

Rei: I checked the schedule. The only one who is free that day is you, Koga.

Koga: Ain’t that too sudden... Do I necessarily need to take part?

Rei: ...It is Tenshouin-kun that I’m weary of. He can use RhyLin’s vacant seat that day and try to pull some sinister schemes, which might become unfavorable for us.

And if not him, ‘Summit’ also has Saegusa-kun there. If we don’t have an exclusive, it can create an obvious opening and I would like to avoid that.

Koga: I see. In other words, ya want me to come and watch out for other agencies' weird movements, and threaten them?

Rei: I won’t say you need to go as far as threaten them. Even if it’s just a step-in but as long as RhyLin has a representative, others won’t try and think about doing any imprudent thing.

Koga: Got the gist... But for real, I can’t get hyped at all.

‘Summit’ is the place to talk about some troublesome things, right? Just thinkin’ about it already bores the shit out of me.

(...No, wait.)

(‘Summit’ is the place all the high and mighty dudes in ES come, right?)

(Ain’t this the direct chance to vent all the pent-up frustration about ES’s system and whatsoever?)

Hah! I got ya, Sakuma-senpai. I gotta join the ‘Summit’ in yer stead ♪

Location: Reception Room

Koga: (The place they hold the ‘Summit’, is this the room?)

Hinata: Ah, over here~ Ogami-senpai!

Tori: So it is real, Ogami-senpai is the substitute that participates in their stead.

Koga: What? Ya questionin’ me?

Yuuta: If you don’t understand anything, we can explain it to you. Please feel free to ask anytime, Ogami-senpai ☆

Akiomi: Please wrap up your idle talk. You should hurry and take your seat now, the ‘Summit’ is about to start.

Tsumugi: Here you go, Ogami-kun. Here are today’s documents.

Koga: Thank you, Aoba-senpai.

(Geh- It’s crammed entirely with complicated stuff...)

Eichi: Then, let us start the ‘Summit’. Firstly, let’s begin with each agency’s activity reports...

After a while

Eichi: This is StarPro’s upcoming planned events. Do you have any questions?

Koga: Zzz... ♪

Hinata: Hey, Yuuta-kun. He is definitely sleeping, right?

Yuuta: What are you even saying, Aniki? You don’t even need to ask, he is already deep in the dreamland.

Koga: ...!? That was close, I almost fell asleep.

Tori: No way, you were totally snoozing there! Even if you are trying to play it cool now, it is too late already!

Koga: Hah? Didn’t snooze. I was seriously listenin’.

Tori: Then tell me the plan Eichi-sama was talking about just now!

Koga: …Urgh. T-that shit is already written here on the documents anyway. Ya just need to read it from the paper.

Ibara: Now now, Mr. Ogami has a lot of stress built up in his body, right? ‘UNDEAD’ recently has become a chart-topping variety show's ‘unit’ too.

Koga: Argh? What was that, gotta talk some nasty shit to me now?

Akiomi: It was your fault for falling asleep just then. You should show more apprehension in this kind of meeting.

Koga: ...My bad.

But hey, why are y’all explainin' the things that have already been written on the materials anyway?

Tsukasa: Conveying the content of the materials verbally can help you implement them. It is not a particularly odd thing, isn’t it?

Koga: That’s not what I meant. Since all the agency’s representatives are sittin' here right now, we should talk about something more useful!

Tsumugi: Uhm, what does Koga-kun consider to be useful talks?

Koga: Well... about that. Like what kind of lives ya want to do, that kind of want?

If we do a rockin' live then fans will also jack up a lot! Ain’t that the thing that makes all agencies merry too ♪

Tori: Haa... You really are a child, Ogami-senpai.

Eichi: What kind of lives you want to do, you say... Fufu, quite intriguing.

Today we already disseminated all the things we need to share and our general talk has finished. There isn’t a topic that specifically needs to be brought up as well.

In that case, how about we discuss the useful talk Ogami-kun has mentioned?

Tori: Eichi-sama!?

Koga: Oh! I thought ya were a despicable guy, but unexpectedly ya have some good understandin' sense huh!

Eichi: ...♪

Tsukasa: (Tenshouin-oniisama is taking on Ogami-senpai’s idea...? What is he planning?)

Ibara: (I’m intrigued about His Eminence’s intention... For now, I should stay low and match their pace for a bit.)

Sounds like a good idea. Then, let us continue by brainstorming our configuration ☆

Tsumugi: Wah! Sounds fun~ ♪

Tori: (Whispers) Is it really fine with you, Eichi-sama?

Eichi: (Whispers) Having the same members doing the same talk in every ‘Summit’ is a monotonous thing to do.

(Whispers) At a time like this, when a new breeze is blowing in, should we try and follow along with it for a little bit?

Koga: Heheh, then I will go first! Ya lots, clean yer ears and hear me out!

Location: Seisoukan Common Room

Rei: Goodness me, Hasumi-kun is such a worrywart.

He tells me to inquire Koga directly about the ‘Summit’ discussion. He isn’t a child who can stir up some problems in just one day of being substitute.

Eichi: Yah, Sakuma-kun. You have returned.

Rei: Isn’t it you, Tenshouin-kun? My apology for not being able to join the ‘Summit’ today.

Eichi: It is not a big deal. Your substitute solidly stood his place.

Rei: About that, how was Koga? I hope he didn’t cause any trouble for Tenshouin-kun and everyone on his first ‘Summit’ partaking.

Eichi: He didn’t cause any issue at all. Rather, thanks to him, we were able to have a beneficial discussion ♪

Rei: You said you had a beneficial discussion...?

Eichi: If there is an occasion, please ask him to come again.

Well then, I will be going now.

Rei: What does he mean? Why was Tenshouin-kun happy that Koga joined them...?

Koga, what have you done at the ‘Summit’?

Koga: I thought I heard someone’s mumbles, it is just ya, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: Oh, speak of the devil. Sorry for the suddenness, but how was today’s ‘Summit’?

Koga: Tsk, even ya asked the same question. That glasses bastard’s been blowin' up my Hold-hands and grillin' me for the same thing.

Even when I told him there wasn’t any big deal goin' on.

Rei: From your response, I can see that everything was really fine and all... But then, what’s with the attitude from that Tenshouin-kun?

Koga: Tenshouin-senpai? That was unexpected, he was a more sensible dude than I thought he would be.

Rei: Sensible, you say...? What did you talk about at the ‘Summit’?

Koga: What we talked about...

(Seems that normally they don’t talk about their ideal lives and stuff. If I just blunt straight out, won’t it become a pain in the ass later?)

...Nothing too hot.

Rei: W-what, Koga. What’s with your response...!? Was it something you couldn’t even tell me?

Koga: Not really. There is nothing I need to talk about.

Is our talk done? If so, I will go back to my room now.

Rei: Hault! ...It couldn’t be, that Koga have gotten appeased by Tenshouin-kun...?

Our talk isn’t finished yet! Hey, where are you going? Koga dear!?

Koga: Argh~! Don’t follow me!

[The end (o゜▽゜)o☆]

[reisakumaproducer]

Would Rei Sakuma play the handbells?

Do you all think Rei would play the handbells? In this scenario he would be in a handbell ensemble that plays non-religious music

What do you all think?

This is a question that haunts me. I must know people's thoughts

[tenshi-agerasia]

ensemble stars characters as things i experienced on a cruise to mexico

i'm waiting for a flight that i'm ten hours early for so here's some rare 鬼畜 text content . incorrect quotes and imagined scenarios, long post under the cut

starting off with some incorrect quotes

rei: can you walk?

eichi: i think so, i'm much more energetic nowadays-

rei: no you're not. shiratori-kun, get him a wheelchair, we're skipping all the lines at the airport‎‎

‎-

eichi, getting physically patted down by tsa in a small dark room because his wheelchair couldn't go through the full-body scanner and it was too much physical effort to stand up: this is all sakuma-kun's fault

-

aira: tenshouin-senpai! you almost left your louis vuitton designer scarf at the security checkpoint! what if someone had stolen it?!

eichi: thank you, shiratori-kun! but it's fake

-

akatsuki in the elevator with a group of strangers

stranger, in a thick southern accent: so what're y'all up to t'night?

silence

souma stares straight ahead. he thinks the stranger isn't talking to them.

stranger, feeling slightly awkward: so, y'all stayin' in your room?

kuro: um... yeah

-

afterwards

keito: how did he know that our room doesn't have a window

kuro: ???

keito: ??? he said something about our stateroom not having a window like his

kuro: you mean when he asked if we were staying in our room?

-

hokuto: how much money have you spent at the arcade

makoto: uhhhh... i don't know, i'm not good at math

mao: how much did each of the figurine blind bags cost you

makoto: four plays is $4.50 and i get an average of 87 tickets at the piano game. the gachapon is 750 tickets each, and 750 / 87 = around 8.62 plays, and 8.62 x 4.50 / 4 = $9.6975

-

wataru: iiiiiit's..... showtiiiiiime....

yuta: can we leave

hinata: the waiters are dancing now, we can't just leave

one minute later

yuta: can we leave

hinata: i'd love to see you try to leave in this situation

three minutes later

yuta: can we leave

hinata: QUICK THEY STOPPED MAKE A RUN FOR IT

-

jun: i don't like my new haircut

jin, shaking his head knowingly: yeah you shouldn't have cut it on a cruise

jun: i lied. i love my new haircut it means the world to me

-

jun, still struggling to come to terms with his new haircut: now i kind of look like the scaramouche guy from genshin

hiyori: i was thinking more like edna from the incredibles

some people that i encountered!

kaoru as the guy that (successfully) invited one of the waitresses to dance

yuzuru as the sweet lady who asked me how to swipe her room card for the arcade because her son (tori) wanted to play a game

ritsu as my mom who spent most of the time sleeping

rinne as the tour guide that would add "rawr" to the end of his jokes

tsumugi as the poor woman who got stuck in a hammock and had to ask me for help

yuta as my brother who i forced to go on a rusty cable sliding thing you could only hold on to by hand, only for it to get stuck before it reached the middle

hinata as me who dragged the rope attached to the handle and tried to run (on sand) to pull yuta/my brother on the cable slide, only for him to fall (on sand)

rei as the people who watched and laughed

yuzuru as me playing the discord golf game with my friends on vc, only to get screwed over by the lag from cruise wifi

anzu as my friends who were still at home and took this chance to win by miles

makoto as my brother and i when we made one of the arcade machines run out of tickets to dispense three times

makoto as my brother who dominated the entire leaderboard of a piano game with his high scores

tomoya as my mom who was upset that she didn't get to see any flamingos up close

mao as the guest services guy who kept getting interrupted by phone calls that lasted less than 50 seconds

tsumugi as the worker who asked me "do you speak mandarin or chinese?"

adonis as my dad who would only eat meat because "it's more worth it that way"

hiyori as the hair stylist that gave me the scaramouche/edna haircut and kept calling me "madame" and insisted that i trust his vision (he was a lovely guy, i just wanted it more short :()

anzu as my aunts that were constantly trying to video call my mom on wechat, only for the call to disconnect because cruise wifi sucks

mayoi as the dinner waiter that jumpscared my mom on the lunch buffet line

midori as the buffet worker who kept sorting the lettuce leaves by size and color

rinne as the guy at the casino who told a worker he wanted to "have a gambling addiction responsibly"

tori and tsukasa as the little girls who tried to convince their mom to let them eat only cake for lunch

kaoru as the white guy who tried to engage in a conversation with me in the elevator but only made the situation more awkward

souma as the guy who got into an argument with someone (kaoru) over whether the fish he ate was bass or salmon (it was salmon with some bass)

shinobu as the boy who ran up and down the stairs yelling that he was looking for ducks (?)

wataru as the russian lady in charge of the dining room who would loudly whisper "iiiiiit's...... showtiiiiiiime" into a microphone every evening

tomoya as the waiter with a tired, dead inside expression who still had to dance for the russian lady's "showtime"

adonis as the guy that woke up at six in the morning to run laps around the deck for some unknown reason

wataru as the guy who posed for a picture like he was pinching the setting sun

hokuto as the guy taking the picture, but from an angle that made wataru look like he was pinching nothing and standing there stupidly

promo time ~ preorders for the niki's cookbook fanzine are open until march 12! i made some recipes for it, go check it out :)

[mihai-florescu]

If they did go to Romania, where do you think they'd go?

Ive had a few scenarios for them... my personal favorite is in the sakuma family mansion, which we will say is somewhere close to bucegi mountains. Now. I dont know which version i like more, for all of undead to go hiking or just koga and one more, maybe kaoru. Koga sees some cryptic dacian wolf paintings after visiting the sphynx and follows them eventually ending up in some ancient tunnels where conspiracy theorists gather (i have no idea if anon is romanian or not but there's a conspiracy that our dacian ancestors built tunnels and a lot of humanity evolved from this people etcetc you know how nationalism is. Or maybe it's a problem unique to romanians with an inferiority complex trying to make us grander than we are. Either way, im making it canon in enstars).

Now the plot for them will be that these conspiracy theorists are waiting for a messenger to start some grand scheme. Something something the dacian wolf is important and in the prologue koga saw a tshirt with a cool design at a town market that just so happens to fit their description of the messenger. Well one could wonder why is he japanese? But of course everyone comes from dacians, even the japonese. Shenanigans ensue, eventually rei and adonis, who were at home making sarmale and gulaş, figure out the other 2 are late, rei drives a dacia 1300 car, plot happens, eventually they all end up in the tunnels and we have 3 chapters of mainly rei changing the minds of the conspiracy theorists who had some crazy plans to revive Decebal.

We finish with a concert during zilele Braşovului with a new song, Neogen, where the conspiracy theorists find a new hobby in music, which bridges borders and they realise we dont all have to be dacians. Music unites humans no matter what and builds community stronger than mass psychosis...

I also have this drawing from a while ago of (it was supposed to be 3rd year when he was still a womanizer) kaoru going to romania with rei to see local girls only to end up la învierea de paşte with all the old ladies in the village. He was very popular and they fed him tons of pască the next day. And then at some point (cant find the exact post) mimi and i joked about undead christmas in romania event where i suggested they were at ceauşescu's execution. Gotta do some timeline tweaking or time traveling but the mental image is quite rich isnt it. I will leave you with undead at cetatea deva, where they'll have a concert they open with "Deva city! Am venit să devastăm! We are UNDEAD🦇🦇"

Rei & his uncle's dacia car btw^

[warmerstranger]

I want request request headcanons for Ritsu and Izumi to find that their s/o is a underground singer (maybe seeing her in the underground live-house) please!

Active Flow Below

ft. Ritsu Sakuma, Izumi Sena x fem! reader

thanks and sorry for the long wait, izumi's part was the part i most struggled with, did I make him too yandere-ish... hope you enjoy either way though!

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff, angsty kind of, Ritsu feeling a little possessive mood, stalking and breaking-in implications

Ritsu Sakuma

To be honest, Ritsu would pick up on some assumptions immediately about his girlfriend keeping something from him especially if there are signs; some specific and unfamiliar string of words he wouldn't expect to come from your own mouth even when it's just a thoughtless mumble or being an added part of a ramble, a set of distinct clothes or accessories, or just your random things as if belonging to some obscure band.

The worst assumption coming to his thoughts would somehow escalate to the scenario of you cheating on him or leaving him, even though it just pains him to think about the possibility. He would have asked you about it with all the stuffs he has seen when some crucial clues about what you have been doing is picked up by his hearing from Mika and/or Mao when the latter give him a ticket to some underground live night concert which Ritsu would know about the truth if he comes there (dragged along by Mao's insistence and promise of company in the end).

Even though, he really doesn't want to go through the hassle and mingle with the crowd... He ultimately decides it's best for him to wait himself for the ultimate reveal—to another part of yourself that you've been hiding all this time.

The moment he steps in that livehouse, he already feels out of place and hates the noisy and rough atmosphere. He would be hanging around in the back, discerning through others a presence he seeks from the sidelines where he can have some space and keep to himself. He might be far away from the stage, but he can still see it, and even just witnessing your performance puts him in a trance that brings him to another realm of dimension.

- After the truth is revealed, he would make it like you owe him a lot since his energy has been sapped away just for something like this which shouldn't have been hid from the first place (you really made him worry the worst, it could be called as a stingy revenge on his part).

- You wouldn't get off scot-free from his relentless teasing for the next few days. Not even after that you can rest easy (you're the one who should have to let him rest easy on your lap or shoulder, he will be borrowing them a lot)

- He would definitely feel a twinge of jealousy with the specific group of audience you have since you're not that publicly known, it makes them more private and somehow that sour his pleasant train of thoughts whenever it cross his mind.

- Though, he's thankful you don't get exposed much to wide popularity since he doesn't want you to be getting that much spotlight. After all, you're one to be with the dark just like him, right? He would only want you all for himself for the most part he could get your attention.

- In a way, your overall theme reminds him of his certain someone (if the scope of genre is akin to punk rock, metal or anything similar), Ritsu could use it to his advantage for Rei—casually implying that even an underground singer he's a loyal fan of is thousand times better than his bothersome older brother in general, just to jab it where it hurts him the most or pushing him to get all jealous.

- You aren't that much of an exception for that kind of treatment, still. He makes it an inside joke or references in conversations if there's someone else with you two and especially if you would need to keep it a secret from the others. Oh, he would enjoy himself a lot when that could get a reaction out of you.

- If it isn't obvious enough after you have tried to hide it from him, the truth is Ritsu would feel mostly hurt inside for that fact. Even though you should've known about how much he opens up and gets comfortable with you by now to let him be there for you. Like he cares if you're an underground singer or not, you're stuck with him he would stick with you whatever the circumstances.

Izumi Sena

Since this man has already juggle the schedules of his idol work and modeling jobs, he would focus more about the fact that sometimes you seem tired out of nowhere and even staying up late with reasons of doing important projects. He gets more overbearing, would force scold you to take care of yourself more, sleep early more often or you'll have to tell him what you've been doing like he's probably thinking you're up to some fishy things going on with an illegal group or something. Really insufferable for him to know there's a hidden thing about you and it bugs him so much that he's kept up at some nights wondering.

You really thought you're so sneaky and he would just brush it off, huh? Well, that's where your mistake lays. With his persistence of watching you more closely that he might or might not put a voice recorder taped in your room from an unknown spot. After having gathered enough intel, he would finally follow you out to some place he has an inkling of where the place is.

Either from a backstage or a place where he can see you up close, he's cheering for you in a lovestruck gaze complete with a phone discreetly recording and taking pictures once you arrive on the stage. You simply are breathtaking, leaving him almost tearing up, it's like he fell in love all over again with the same already charming girl who stole his heart.

Your attention would be on him no matter what that you fumble on your lyrics and trying not mind him with your whole might (fail) while keeping up a professional performance—all at once.

- Izumi is totally having a field day out of it. He would soon nitpick on parts of your performance you need to improve in the first chance he could get. You've still got a long way from the 'competency test and assessment' he gave if you could still get distracted by even his presence, after all.

- At the same time, he would express what he thought in a cool mocking confident attitude about how you color him suprised that your passion can be felt through your hard effort as if he didn't just look like a die-hard fan.

- He doesn't even care anymore about how you were hiding it from him, since he was able to welcome himself very easily into this another part of your life.

- The revelation would give him an ego boost and he's even prouder now to have you as his s/o (he already has a whole album and collection about you anyway). You proved yourself worth of his support, it goes without saying, he would give you advice with valid points that still consider your ideas or feedbacks of course.

- He's quite strict in making sure you don't overwork yourself. Like if you look tired or anything, do it in a place he couldn't see it so he wouldn't be bothered and minding your business (which would be quite impossible because he monitors you closely). Though, it's a living contradiction when he also doesn't let you to slack off too much.

- Not even your audience or longtime fans are safe from his watchful eyes, they would have to pass his selective evaluation. Still, he wouldn't stop your rise of popularity or anything.

- Overall, Izumi would only check how things are progressing with your singing career and butt in every so often when it goes out of track. Just let him have the right to keep your life in check, it's that simple.

[the-sinners-paradise]

i absolutely love how you wrote the adonis fic 😭😭 <33 ur writing is just so *chef's kiss*

can i req undead hcs with a s/o who has the same illness as rei?

as always keep up da good work and have an amazing day/night ^^

» u r very sweet as always haha, tysm!! im not sure what rei has in canon, but i wrote this with anemia in mind! enjoy ur day as well & may these headcanons be to ur liking, h4kaze!! ☆

prompt: an s/o that has the same illness as rei

character(s): rei sakuma, kaoru hakaze, adonis otogari, koga oogami

pairing(s): UNDEAD x gn!reader

warnings: N/A, fluff

☆ — REi SAKUMA !!

rei is obviously no stranger to this. he's 'been there done that', as they say, and therefore knows how to take care of you quite well, as well as offering advice.

alongside that, you two often help each other out depending on the situation. since you have to deal with it anyway, you might as well do it together.

he usually brings two of everything he needs. for example, during summer, he brings two umbrellas if you or him had to go outside for longer periods.

he makes sure you take breaks often, too. he doesn't want you to overwork yourself, especially if you wear out easily.

rei has apologized to you multiple times if he's ever "too invasive", due to constantly being around you and trying to help you out with everything. he would rather not have you experience the same things he did, even though that was pretty dramatic.

nevertheless, he is a very kind individual and makes sure to show his love in his own ways.

☆ — KAORU HAKAZE !!

kaoru wasn't exactly the best at taking care of others, especially someone with such a specific condition. still, you could tell he was trying his best.

he hasn't exactly done much research into it at all, but he probably wouldn't either. he loved you, but unless you sat him down and did it with him, he'd likely get distracted and forget about it completely.

kaoru's known to panic a little when you ask him for help. chances are, he wouldn't know what to do and you'd probably have to explain it to him, even if you're on your last dying breath. not that he wouldn't try to help before that, too.

he regularly carries you around places. it's a lot faster and he has less to worry about if you're with him the whole time. most notably, he often takes you to the infirmary with him.

kaoru uses your condition as an excuse to be around you more often. as your partner, he cares about you and he does insist on spending time with you as often as possible. and he doesn't mind having to help you every so often.

at some point he starts bringing extra money so he can buy you whatever you'd like that'd help you. specifically food and water, but you're known for buying other things, too.

☆ — ADONiS OTOGARi !!

adonis already knows what to do. he's done enough research before, even going as far as to ask rei a bunch of questions to help him figure out what to do.

he also asks you questions, too, everytime he thinks of a scenario that could happen, he goes to you in order to know what to do in the future.

he's known to carry you around places, too, because he feels bad leaving you all by yourself, even if you're going to be okay.

if it's a particularly hot day, adonis will likely bring water and an umbrella along, though after making sure that it's what you need and won't just be an extra inconvenience (not that he'd mind either way).

he takes great care to be around you at all times. he wants nothing more than to make sure you're safe, because you are his top priority as his significant other.

adonis sends you letters sometimes. he's not good with tech, and although he's very determined to keep learning, he has settled on checking up on you through letters. you don't need to respond, they're just small reminder to take care of yourself and not do anything stupid.

☆ — KOGA OOGAMi !!

i'll prefix this by saying that koga isn't too sure what he's doing either, but he's mostly following your instructions.

that being said, he likely wouldn't do anything for you if you didn't ask it directly. he cares, but he isn't sure what help is necessary or at all wanted. he'll only step up if he notices you're actively harming yourself.

he did not like asking for help from rei in order to understand what was going on, and he didn't want to embarrass himself around you, either, which is why he went on online forums instead.

that being said, he has been of great help. with how quickly he comes to your aid and how, albeit gradually, learns to understand you and how to help you.

koga has accepted that, even though he enjoys being outside, going out on dates with you is better kept inside, at least during summer. he was bummed out for the first two months and then finally accepted it after you told him that he doesn't have to hang out with you in order to be outside.

he thinks it's funny to call rei infectious because of how similar your condition is, even if he knows that's absolutely not the case.

[chiffaust]

*slides into your request* may i request a scenario of reader comforting and treat ritsu after he got into a fight with a person who confess to reader? btw i love your writings mwuah pls take care of yourself 🫶

— 𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌. s. ritsu

— SYNOPSIS he feels a slightly jealous now knowing that he's not the only one who's romantically interested in you.

CONTENT , mentions of abandonment issues, ritsu fighting (not really), ritsu and reader are in an established relationship, fluff at the end.

Ritsu simply didn't like the person. It was not a big deal, he had disliked lots of people in his lifetime too; for example, Rei.

But he might just dislike this "friend" of yours more than he does with Rei. Firstly, how dare they take your attention from him like that. You've been hanging out with him less and less because of them. Aren't you two supposed to be dating? Or are you dating them?

What's even worst is that he knows that person has a crush on you. The lovestruck expression they have whenever they see you, the undivided attention they have only meant for you whenever you talk.

And how does he knows? Because he has experienced the same, silly. And they aren't making it quite less obvious either. He absolutely has no idea how you haven't realized this yet.

He doesn't like sharing, so he really hopes that they'll back off or else he'll literally go insane. It's especially terrible since there's this voice behind his head that tells him you'll leave him for them, but that can't be the case, right...?

You can't leave him! You're his everything!

He'll become more whiney and clingy once that intrusive thoughts gets the best of him; he might not even allow you to go to the bathroom during your cuddling sessions if he feels like so. He doesn't even tell you why he's acting more clingy than usual, he feels that you might ridicule him for thinking that way so he'll simply whine in response.

He'll become clingier in public too, especially whenever they're around. He won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but his hug will tighten whenever they're around. Maybe a kiss or two if he feels that threatened.

And when they finally did confess, Ritsu was near the point of breaking something. Let it be a pen or someone's hand; he was ready to commit violence.

Now everything was going haywire inside his mind. He was too panicked, seeing that perhaps his intrusive thoughts were correct and you're about to leave him for them, so his first flight or fight instinct was to fight.

In fight, I mean scratching and hitting the person while throwing insults at them like a wild cat. You have to forcefully drag him away from them and apologize for he will not do so. In fact, he was 100% proud of it.

Even after all of that incident, he will not fully admit that he was scared that you might leave him. Even if you were to scold him, he'll simply stay silent which is concerning knowing that he's Ritsu Sakuma. Especially with that sad look on his face.

He's such a bastard, really. You hate how he can literally make you feel so bad just by giving you that sad look.

You sighed, finally caving in. You softly at him before you pulled him into a hug. He was quite shocked, he did not expect you to hug him like this all of the sudden since he thought you'd stay mad, but all worries soon melt when he feels your fingers running through his hair—he just melts at the feeling whilst he rests his head on your shoulder, visibly happy.

"There, there. I won't leave you, alright? So you don't have to go and fight people over it, you silly." You said in a comforting tone as you kiss his forehead. "You should really apologize to them."

"Bleh. I hope they trip and fall." Ritsu said, enveloping you in a tighter embrace.

He soon falls into silence as he inhales your scent. Finally, he can put his silly worries to rest and he feels so happy for it.

"You almost never spoil me like this, maybe I should get into fights more from now on..." Ritsu chuckled at his own joke. "Just kidding, I won't do it ever again. As long as you give me the most attention at the end of the day."

[dreamychuu]

Accidentall text!

- What will they do if you accidentally send a text about them!?

Req -> ☆ | hc + scenario | word count : 932

Warning : none, (maybe teasing on rei's)

info = : gn!reader , "!" Era Set on izumi, sanbaka mentioned,fluff, ✿ : your friend ☆ : you.

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Izumi sena

↳ - i think he would be shocked but at the same time was "duh i am" When the rambling is about his beauty

his heart actually flutter a bit (will not admit it)

He either will answers the text or just approach you just right then.

Or maybe both?

Before he approach you, he will screenshot the text first so he can always treasure the text if someday you delete the text.

if he's feeling like it he will say thank you.

Maybe ask you to maybe hang out with him sometimes (its a date invitation).

Will act like it doesnt affect him but it does!

If you apologize to him first and promise to delete the text he will say its okay

-

As you were walking towards your friends class, you saw some 3 graders there.

It was the sanbaka : Kaoru, chiaki , and last but not least izumi sena.

He was just standing there watching two of his friends kaoru and chiaki chatting with each other.

Your hurt flutter seeing him. he look so beautifull as always, you then pull out your phone and Saw that your friend texted you.

✿ [friend] : "[name] where are you?"

☆ [you] : "I just saw izumi!!! He look so beautifull!! I cant believe someone like him exist, it feels like he's getting more gorgeous than ever day by day !! He so perfect Do you think if i buy him a shiny ring would he wear it??"

The text was followed by more rambles about izumi, after you finished you look towards the sanbaka again but you didnt expect izumi to look towards his phone.

and was typing something? While blushing..? What is he doing?

You then take a look at your phone again and Saw a notification from izumi. As you tried to process what just happend, you then realized that you send it to izumi instead of your friend.

You start to panic while directly staring at your phone, and didn't realize that someone was approaching you, You then feel someone suddenly poked your shoulder as you turn your Head and Saw that person was Izumi Sena himself.

well, you wish you were strong enough to talk to him.

-

Kaoru hakaze

↳ - i hc him as a loser for love , he would be speechless

Will be flustered

Did not expect that text really

he gotta be giggling and kicking his feet when he saw that especially if he like you so much 

if we're talking about "!" kaoru I think he would approach you but "!!"  Kaoru no he would NOT approach you until he's ready

i think he would sutter a bit due to nervousness? 

if you delete the text right after he approach and act like nothing happened he would be more emmbarassed

Trying to act cool but failed (gl next time hakaze loser kaoru)  

-

an ordinary day goes by just like usual.

having casual talk with Kaoru just like everyday, but unfortunately you have a habit that i might said a bad one. 

namely it because you always texting your friends about things related to Kaoru and yourself in detail!

usually between how he looks today , of course prettier as always and could also be about what you two are talking about.

and on that you immediately text your friend about it without you realizing you sent it to kaoru instead of your friend , but you had already turned off your phone to even realized. 

and when he read it he turn embarrassed.

Beacuse of that whenever you guys passed each other , as you greeted him he will answered shyly.

making you confused and immediately open your phone to chatted your friend about it.

but after you opened your phone you realized that it turned out the ramble that you wanted to send to your friend was instead sended to him.

If you feel embarrassed too then you guys might not talk for a few days but if you don't really care about that and keep talking to him he might pass out (in good way dont worry)

-

Rei sakuma

↳ - i dislike him sm (denial) 

Okay i don't think he will be Flustered

but he do will smile and stare at his phone for a long time that the person who pass by him was like "what is wrong with this guy"

Will approach you and talk about it if he or you have time

Will not rush it tho he doesnt like rushing

Oh? You tought he doesnt know how to screenshot well to bad for you he learned how to do it probably from kaoru or koga

Will tease you with that text of course. 

like maybe one day you Were mad at him and said

"you're un-attractive or something but he disagree wuth your statement saying "i dont think so" while showing the text you send about how gorgeous he is.

-

maybe it was when he was in the library when he was looking for a book he got a notification from his phone that made him smile like an idiot.

And before he answered the text he obviously screenshot it.

It might can be used in something...

he typed a reply with a "oh? really (*´˘`*)-?"

As he smiles and thought it was kinda cute when he suddenly got a text about how Gorgeous he is.

you apologized and typed that you sent it to the wrong person but whatever you say he already saw it.. He already know

he already saw it.. He already know

He teased you about it making you flustered and dont open your phone of a while after that

he stopped chuckling after being reprimanded by tsumugi who told him that people are calling him scary for silently standing in the corner of the selves while smiling like an idiot.

[sakumasmut]

Hellooo Rei, if the ask game for scenario still open, may I request Rei Sakuma with number 6 and afab!reader if it isnt too much? thank you in advance.

-🎨non

Rei Sakuma Breeding Kink Asks

(afab reader)

6. Jerking off then pushing into their s/o’s hole to cum

Rei tends to wake up in the middle of the night due to being nocturnal, and in this instance he ended up just staring at your curled up form for a while. You just looked so cute next to him, chest moving up and down as you breathed, eyes shut tight, lips in a slight pout…he can’t help but let his mind wander, and soon enough he’s stroking himself to thoughts of you riding him, imagining your warm cunt engulfing his hard cock.

His soft moans stir you from your slumber, and when you blink your eyes open he’s still rubbing himself off, short breaths sounding desperate. He stops for a moment when he notices and apologizes for waking you, but you just smile and give him a sleepy kiss, telling him to push inside you if he doesn’t want to clean up. Rei eagerly accepts your offer, pushing aside your pajamas just enough to expose your tight cunt to him, and only pushing the tip in before cumming inside you. He doesn’t particularly care if some escapes, he’s just happy most of it gets to be inside you. Afterwards, he covers you back up with blankets and cuddles you to sleep, the only evidence he was in you the wet feeling you wake up with.

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Heaven and Hell 20

Author: Akira

Characters: Natsume, Shu, Kanata, Rei, Wataru

Translator: Mika Enstars

"You can’t save everyoNE. Not even Sakuma Rei. Not even God."

Season: Autumn

Location: fine Stage (Past)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Wataru: “♪~♪~♪”

Natsume: …Wataru-niisan looks like he’s enjoying himseLF, isn’t hE?

Shu: I agree. This is surprisingly the first time I’ve seen him on-stage as an idol, actually.

I’m actually a bit impressed. I feel inspired to create.

Shu: Wataru knows what he is doing. He knows what he is capable of and what skills he can demonstrate. Having a perfect view of everything, he can find the optimal solution.

Wataru has always been a performer. An actor in stage plays. His experience as an idol is likely less than that of an ordinary student.

That is why right now, Wataru is playing the “role of an idol” upon the stage.

All the while, being overthrown as one of the Five Eccentrics, the root of all evil—he is behaving in the most appropriate manner he can as the villain of the story.

The role everyone desires him to be.

And when it comes to playing a role, there are not many people in Yumenosaki, no, in this world, that are as skilled as doing so as Wataru.

On this stage, Wataru is making the most of his skills.

He is adhering perfectly to the script he is given, improvising on the spot from time to time, meddling at times based on the reactions of his co-stars and audience—All while stirring up excitement.

He puts his entire body and mind at stake, in order to play a single role more than perfectly.

It’s splendid and artistic.

Theatre is the crystallization of something mankind has been refining since ancient times—it is a form of art. I will study it.

Mayhaps I should take such an approach in the future. Make it more dramatic than before.

Although, I do not know when that “future” will come, no, if it will ever come at all…

I am alive. We all are.

So surely, there will be a time.

Perhaps, we may even be able to bring about the future that we desire.

Kanata: Yes. It may be “difficult” to do alone, but it will be okay.

We are here.

We will no longer be “alone” again.

Shu: You’re right, I was able to meet you all.

We are compatriots. I'm sure we will be able to stand beside and work alongside throughout our lifetimes.

As best of friends.

What more could one wish for after having obtained such a precious thing?

This is by no means a lose-lose situation!

Natsume: (…My niisans sure are amaziNG, aren’t thEY.)

(I have been protectED. I’ve been shielded by my niisans. That is why I have yet to be fatally woundED, and can be composed and spirited like thIS.)

(It makes no sense for me to have a darker face than my niisans, who have been humiliatED, trampled oN, and hurt so throughLY.)

(It’s my niisans who are suffering and in paIN.)

(Even though I should be the one to support and bring comfort to my niisans. No, its for that saKE… that I’ve brought this projeCT.)

(A scenario where wE, the Five Eccentrics, go against the distasteful student councIL—and win against fine.)

Natsume: (But just like what Wataru-niisan pointed oUT, this is just a pipe dreAM. It’s nothing but a fantasy that can never be realizED.)

(I know thAT, even I cAN…)

(But this reality is just so terribLE, I thought I could at least comfort my heart with a fantaSY.)

(To feel just a little happiER, even if it was all just escapiSM.)

Rei: I’m sorry, Natsume.

Natsume: …What is there for you to apologize fOR, Rei-niisan?

Rei: Even you, the youngest of us Five Eccentrics, are doing everythin’ you can to support and comfort us.

Even if what what you’ve prepared was misguided, even if we have no intention of acceptin’ it, the gesture in itself is precious.

But, I didn’t do a thing.

Natsume: …You had no choice in the mattER. You were busy handling incidents that were kept occuring overseAS, Rei-niisan.

BesidES, I have a feeling that was a setup by the student council—by fine.

One to keep yOU, who was the most troublesome and the greatest danger of thwarting their plANS, outside of the vortEX.

Rei: Yeah. I have a feelin’ it was that type of strategy, but… I should have ignored the mess overseas and come to help you all instead.

But, I didn’t. I chose not to. I left you, the persecuted, to your deaths.

Natsume: But by doing sO, you were able to help countless people overseAS, weren’t yOU, niisan?

You can’t save everyoNE. Not even Sakuma Rei. Not even God.

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Revolution - 59: Showdown

Translator: Creampuffs

Rei: Come, everyone. Enjoy tonight’s banquet to your heart’s content!

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Auditorium

Rei: Come, everyone. Enjoy tonight’s banquet to your heart’s content!

Tonight is “UNDEAD”s" night of resurrection! Nighttime is our stage, after all. We shall sing and dance - rejoicing tonight!

Kaoru: No, no. You’re the only one who’s gotten day and night mixed up, Sakuma-san~ Well, I guess it’s not like I hate the night.

Only delinquents get to enjoy the nightlife! It makes you feel alive, doesn’t it~? ♪

Koga: Hah! You two should be more energetic!

C’mere, Adonis! Let’s shout and scream so we don’t lose to those two pieces of junk! Say somethin’!

Adonis: If I must speak, then I’ll do my best. But there’s no point competing with members of the same unit.

Adonis: In our case, the sort of distance where we can snap at each other might be "perfect" for us.

But I’ll hang on tightly in order to not be shaken off. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?

Kuro: (Tch…)

(Things aren’t looking good. “AKATSUKI” is feeling restless due to the unexpected situation.)

(We, “AKATSUKI”, specialise in traditional performing arts, but this wasn’t within our expectations.)

(Traditional performing arts is all about demonstrating its true value by doing our usual routines flawlessly.)

(But they spoiled our start. We failed to hit from the first step. It might be next-to impossible for us to reclaim what we lost.)

(They have four people. The two of us have to hold the fort until Hasumi returns.)

(It’s human nature to look in the direction with more people who occupy more space on stage.)

(“UNDEAD” is already very self-assertive as it is. If they act like they own the place, then we’ll just look like backup dancers.)

(The prestigious “AKATSUKI” who currently stands at the top of the school will be reduced to a supporting role? That’s not funny.)

(Well, it doesn’t matter. When Hasumi returns, we should be able to hold out until we’re evenly matched in strength in the worst-case scenario.)

(Besides, it’s not my job to do the thinking. We’ll just do what we always do – perform flawlessly, and then win.)

(That’s “AKATSUKI” – that’s our way of doing things.)

(All I can do is to play my part. I’ll fulfil my duty, but I won’t overdo it.)

(There’s also the issue that ruined the "Dragon King Competition", too. I don’t really feel like fighting.)

(It should be fine as long as I play my part properly by acting carefully and making sure I don’t make any mistakes.)

(But we’re fighting against “UNDEAD” of all units? They’re an antique – Who knew they make an appearance now?)

(I thought the Transfer Student’s unit would come out…)

(Where are they, and what are they doing?)

Koga: Hey, looks like we’ve got a frowner here. Eh, Kiryu-senpai?

Kukaka! The strongest unit in the school is nothing special! Serves ya right!

We never got to finish our battle during the “Dragon King Competition”, after all. I’m gonna make ya grovel at my feet!

It’s too late to cry and apologise~! Beasts are strongest when they’re wounded – I’m gonna tear out your throat!

Kuro: Shut up. Don’t make such a fuss on stage.

Sakuma… Looks like your pet dog needs to be disciplined.

Rei: My apologies, what an embarrassment. Doggy has yet to grow out of his habit of barking at people.

But, well, he does a good job threatening others.

Dogs have had the ability to drive away evil spirits by howling since ancient times. It’s perfect when it comes to driving away the old customs that have spread throughout this school like a curse – don’t you think?

It’s a full moon tonight – We shall drive the audience into a state of frenzy.

Dogs can be heard howling in the distance as the demons and monsters begin their banquet.

Tonight shall be a night full of more madness than you’ll ever find in your nightmares ♪

Kuro: Oh? The demons and monsters will run away when they hear dogs barking? Then that means you should leave the stage, right, “UNDEAD”?

Koga: Hey, I said I’m not a dog! Stop calling me one or I’m seriously gonna get pissed off! I’mma kill ya!

Souma: …Hm.

Your unit appears to be in rather good spirits. Would you not say the same, Adonis-dono?

Adonis: Everyone is talkative, so it makes things easier for me.

Souma: We may be fellow comrades of Class A, but I shan’t go easy on you.

Those who are insolent will atone for their actions with a miserable defeat.

Adonis: Yeah. I’m fully aware what we’re doing is ill-mannered.

But if we’re speaking of comrades, then you shouldn’t be saying those things to me.

Souma: What do you mean?

Adonis: …I’ve said too much. I knew I was never any good at conversing. I’ll focus on the performance.

Souma: Right. The spotlight is not shining down on us youngsters. I shall respect my upperclassmen who have supported Yumenosaki Academy thus far.

The main performer has arrived.

Keito: Sorry to keep you waiting.

This outfit is difficult to put on without Kiryu’s help.

Kuro: Oh, right… Sorry, my hands were tied.

“AKATSUKI” are blessed with members with good physiques and posture, so it makes making outfits a lotta fun, and I end up making complicated outfits.

Keito: I don’t mind. The outfits you make are also one of "AKATSUKI’s" weapons.

I don’t mind if you make outfits for other units. That’s why I’ve allowed you to have this side job.

It’s because you’re so sincere that the students don’t aim their hatred towards “AKATSUKI”. They even support us – We have many achievements to our name.

The victors will be none other than us – “AKATSUKI”.

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Hiii hello!!! (o’∀`)♪ My name is Valentine, I'm 21 and use he/it pronouns, and welcome to my self-ship sideblog! I mostly intend to post rambling posts of various scenarios I've dreamt of through the day. I follow from @candyculture.

My F/Os are Ayase Mayoi and Sakuma Rei. I'm okay with sharing and would love if you rambled to me about your love for any F/Os we share!

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I currently do not have a tag specifically for reblogged art containing my F/Os, but I tag my yumeposts with love letter archive and my other posts with unused envelopes.

platonic yumeposting is where I share my non-romantic love and dreams.

[kurimiaki]

Not that you’ll ever go home again.

Pirate!Rei Sakuma

Content warning: dark content, death, misogynistic undertones

“My lady… I really must advise you against this.”

Eleanor is not a cruel master. Though a young woman now, she’s still a child, a terribly spoiled one, raised with a golden shovel in her mouth rather than a spoon. But Eleanor has not grown haughty nor depraved from her privileged uprising, her imposing ranking as a count’s eldest daughter— and as her darling maid, close to her in age and in friendship (always so tight-knit, sharing hushed secrets under the covers), you can easily vouch for her humanity and humility. Within Eleanor is an endless well of kindness.

Eleanor is a good girl, a gentle one, but she’s never been greatly aware of the dangers this world possesses. Your lady is beautiful, well-off, too naive, and this is why you refuse to let her out of your sight. Not for even a moment— you’ve sworn as much to her doting father. You’re all too aware of the sleazy, preying eyes of supposedly ‘dignified’ men around her, conscious of every rumor that seems to breeze by your bubbly master. Peers name Eleanor a promiscuously pompous brat, and in the eyes of nobility, this has become general consensus. They name her a woman out of her wits. You could hardly fathom agreeing with such mockery, rather loathe it, but at present, you’re inclined to concur with the latter statement.

“Oh, [Name], you are much too distrusting. That kind man so generously pointed us to our ship, and yet you remain too scared to board.” Eleanor teasingly side-eyes you, both hands rested upon her hips as she digests the hulking ship before her. While it does appear to be a royal vessel, by the familiar golden crest dawned on its crimson flag, there doesn’t appear to be a single presence of life upon its deck. The docking stairs are drawn, sure, and that man did appear trustworthy, almost regal. Virtually everything has nodded to this ships legitimacy, and yet, hesitance gnaws at your heart. You don’t want to move forward.

At your lack of response, and the expression of unease you’re unable to keep in check, Eleanor tugs on your dress. She leans closer to you, brushing aside the umbrella you hold over her, and smiles. “Daddy said he’d meet us later, didn’t he? Our luggage should already be in our room. I sure want to get settled in, and I think you’re due for a long nap, [Name].” She chides, tapping the tip of your nose and beaming as you fluster. Gazing into her eagerly wide honey-eyes, you sigh, closing yours for a moments contemplation before jarringly, she’s tugged you forward, taking your hand into her own.

She’s warm, sun-soaked and bright, and you fail to resist her forwardness any further. The two of you step aboard, and you nearly have to catch her from falling as she bounds up the ships ramp. An icy fear rocks your heart at the sight of raw, plummeting ocean from a crack where the ship and port meet. The waves aren’t rapid, not at all, and a gentle breeze caresses both of your cheeks as you survey the surroundings. While Eleanor grasps her hat and spins about the deck, giggling as she twirls, oo-ing and aah-ing at every little rope and mechanism, you yell for her to watch her footing as she peers over the ships side into blue waters.

It’s odd, how quiet it is. This silence uproots you, teases your nerves. Of course, there’s the bustling of nobles and commoners and sailors about the port, discussing potential business ventures, or perhaps the royal voyage soon to set sail, but this ship is devoid of all life. Surely a captain or crew member would hold guard over such an expensive craft, but the more you fret and search about the upper deck, the more apparent your isolation becomes. Eleanor’s brown hair shines in your peripheral, and in spite of your every present fear and agitation, you reluctantly smile at her relentlessly contagious joy.

Taking a moment to settle your young lady, being twirled around the deck yourself once or twice in the process, you insist on retiring to your shared room (you’d impressed upon her how improper it was for a maid to share her master’s quarters, but Eleanor had never been one for the conventional). Room 6, you recall, having repeated the number to yourself over and over whilst in the carriage, concerned for a sudden bout of forgetfulness that is uncharacteristic to your due diligence. Everything shall be perfect, needs to be, for your lady— perhaps this way of thinking is why the emptiness of this vessel startles you so. You anticipate everything. Had thought of just the right greeting for the captain, the crew, for the other servants you’d be working beside— but things hadn’t gone to plan, and you find your anxiety increasing tenfold.

The hall of the living quarters has a thin carpet of velvet, softening the clicks of your heels, and Eleanor urges you to ‘take in the sights’, though you instead find yourself dissecting the slight… uncleanliness of the hall your lady walks. It’s not immediately noticeable, but you’re greatly accustomed to standards of hygiene. Your days are spend making and remaking beds, sweeping floors, washing linens, cleaning and decorating and organizing, all for your lovely lady. And judging the faint cobwebs wisping from light fixtures, dust on framed landscapes lining the wall, even on the windows, this vessel is not exactly up to par. It’s so odd. Supposedly, a duchess is meant to board this ship, so how could one allow cobwebs to grace this hall? You want to bring it up to Eleanor, but of course she’s found her room, already eagerly throwing open the door, bouncing herself upon a red duvet. It wasn’t locked.

Odd.

This room is clean, at least. The ceiling is surprisingly high, and a bay window is placed to the right of the room, giving way to a view of the port and its inhabitants— at least it’ll be open ocean the moment you set sail. It’s lovely, really. However, it is devoid of the luggage you expected to have arrived already. Your annoyance must show on your face, for Eleanor’s giggling simmers out into silence. You return from shutting the door to her lying spread eagle upon the large canopy bed. Gliding across the room to shut the curtains, not willing to risk the encroachment of Eleanor’s privacy, you question what the matter is.

“My lady, are you dissatisfied?” You begin, gently, moving to take her shoes off, and she languidly stares at the high-beamed ceiling. You follow suit, as you instinctively undo her laces, and furrow your brows as you spot yet another cobweb. Suddenly, Eleanor snaps her head to face you, a mischievous grin creeping upon her lips, though without real malice. Raising a brow, you slip off her remaining shoe, and at once your lady rockets forward to lock you in a harsh embrace. It knocks the wind out of you, how tightly Eleanor squeezes, and you nearly choke as she falls backwards onto plush pillows, sending you with her.

Laying by her side, you huff an indignant little sigh, shaking your head in faux disappointment before turning to her. Eleanor’s brown locks are tussled, and an exhausted red flushes her freckled cheeks. Such a pretty girl, her current frown does not suit her. Taking her hand into your own, you ask once more the cause of her dismay, but Eleanor only shakes her head. “You know… Daddy told me I’ll be meeting another candidate on this voyage.” Ah. She’s found out. You swallow, hesitant, but nod in agreement, never one to lie. Not to her. Gazing at your face, searching, something must break within your lady, because her eyes glaze over with tears. Ripping her hand away from you, she turns to bury her head in a feathered pillow.

“You’ll ruin your hair, my lady.” She groans, frustratedly, lilted voice cracking. “Then fix it!” She sobs, and you frown, a similar kind of sadness bubbling within you, too. You don’t want to depart from your lady, of course, but she seems to think marriage will bar her from your presence indefinitely. Eleanor has always felt things a little deeper than others, you believe, her body is wracked by tears and whimpering cries. She loves strongly, lives happily, but Eleanor seldom ever breaks. Never before anyone but you. Soothing, you rub a hand to her trembling back.

Muffled by pillows, her words are nearly inaudible, and as you point this out, she tearily rises her burrowed face. So quickly her bright cheeks dimmed from a smile to a quivering frown, and as Eleanor falls to lay her head in your lap, you hope to see her gaiety as soon as possible. Eleanor voices her every present fear, worry that her potential fiancé will be a crude, haggard man of 68, and that you’ll marry a poor man in turn, having ten babies that will occupy your attention so wholly, you won’t even think of the ten years you spent by Eleanor’s side. And you laugh, and she flusters, bristling and shouting it’s not funny! while you fight to collect yourself.

Tears of hilarity prick the corners of eyes that have been dry for quite some time, and at your pleasure, a small smile quirks the corner of Eleanor’s lips. “You think too deeply of your future, my sweet lady, with so much unnecessary worry. Is your father not a conscientious man, one who takes into account your every desire?” Puffing her cheeks, your lady nods, and you assure her that her fiancé is anything but old: a proper and handsome young baron, one who’s recently happened upon a very promising fill of crude oil— you had a say in the potential candidates. Nothing but the best for you, you hum, and she raises a hand to brush your cheek, and you smile. Eleanor, still so filled with worry, demands that you promise to stay by her side.

The two of you lay together, and you keep to yourself as she clings to your waist, as per usual. You’ve yet to change out of the clothes you boarded with, and you want to go in search of her luggage, but can’t be bothered. For a time, the two of you talk, mostly Eleanor speaking on and on of her hopes for the future, of the sights that you’ll see together when you finally arrive at your first destination, and for years after that. You dance around promising something that will inevitably end up broken.

She falls asleep first, with strands of brown hair sprawling across your chest, her arms kept tight around your midriff. As if the moment she let go, you’d dissipate into the open air. It’s difficult for you to follow suit, but even through thick curtains the setting sun blares warmly over the two of you.

Faint orange light cocoons you, and in this state of blissful serenity and sleep, your previous disquietude seems to melt away.

—

It’s night when you wake, and the previous bustling of the port has been replaced with the sound of waves. You grown as you rise, wincing at the sharp, digging pain your corset imbeds on your waist, unused to sleeping in such a torturous device. And you move to wake Eleanor, who’s never risen before you, eager to help change her into something suitable to meet her father, but she is not there. Your lady is not clinging to you, she is not in the attached bathroom, not tucked away in the bay window with a novella, not waiting to shock you from the depths of the closet. She’s seemingly dissipated, missing, and a terrible anxiety shocks your heart at the sight of her loose shoes. Presently, she hasn’t any other pair— though it isn’t appearances you’re concerned with.

Your anxiety quickly gives way to terror. The curtains are drawn open now, the inky black of the sea outside only serving to worsen your creeping panic. Of course, her father’s quarters are merely across from this room— it’s entirely plausible that she snuck away to greet him without rousing you. Yes, surely that’s it, you reconcile, now dawning your own heels. You fail to fasten the shoe lace repeatedly, ignoring the trembling of your hands. Eleanor is hardly ever out of your sight. It’s miserable, how irreversibly attached the two of you are, how quickly you’re sent into a tizzy when unaware of her exact location. She’s with her father, you assent, rising to full height, she’s with her father, you recite, as you shakily step towards the door, turning a golden handle with sweaty palms. She’s with her father. You echo this, repeat this, pray, as you cross the hall, eyes darting from left to right, staring at the staircase, and you bite your tongue at how silent and empty it is.

It’s silent, and once more, you are alone. You pause before the door, room 12, reads a golden plaque, and you freeze in horror at nothing but this silence. There’s only the rushing of waves and the endless fluttering of your heart, like a rabid bird against your rib cage, and the cause of such panicked despair is this all-consuming silence. If your lady was with her father, this door would be shaking with the ferocity of their blaring laughter and conversation. This silence is odd, misplaced, and it wholly unnerves you. It’s only six, as the rooms clock had read— there is no possibility of her slumber, much less his. If Eleanor was behind this door, you would know. And though you know she is not, you raise a fist and lightly knock upon the mahogany wood.

The door creaks open almost instantly (as if they had anticipated your query), and it is not your lady who stands there. Of course, you expected this, but a horrified gasp erupts all the same. The count is a stout, chubby man, short enough to require a downward tilt of your head to meet his gaze. Instead, your neck cranes to meet the honey-brown eyes of a stranger, one whose face crinkles in glee at the sight of you. You stay frozen and gaping as he crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe and he appraises you.

“Now… this is the first I’ve heard of us getting a maid,” The stranger croons, in a perverse tone that makes your spine shiver, “are you hear to clean my room?” And god, your chest hurts from how harshly your heart pounds. Spluttering, unable to collect yourself or gather a modicum of proper etiquette, you step back in rapid secession— it must look silly, for this stranger laughs a cruel laugh, guffawing at how affrighted you are. In front of anyone, you’d normally jump to correct such disrespectful gestures, but as you turn to bound down the hall, you can’t seem to care.

As you shakily grasp at the stair’s railings, ascending the winding staircase with a sense of great urgency, you don’t bother to look back, as the brown haired stranger calls after you. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of Eleanor, fears that used to seem so compulsive and irrational, now seeming credible with each passing moment she is not by your side. You felt this ship was dangerous, suspicious, you knew, and yet you allowed your darling young lady to traverse its deck, to sleep in its underbelly. Now Eleanor is not by your side, and you endure a fear so raw and intense, you hardly feel the frigid salty air as you burst through ornate double doors and onto the front deck.

And it’s so loud.

How could this noise have gone unnoticed? How could you have withstood such silence moments before? It’s too loud, this noise too rupturing, and you jump to cup your ears with your hands.

Surveying your surroundings, it quickly becomes clear that you have boarded the wrong ship. There isn’t a single nobleman or woman in sight, only loud men dressed in leathers and feathers and gold, gaudy, audacious colors that are foreign to the noble trends of your country. A royal ship would not have tambourines and shanties and so much booze— it reeks of it, burning your nose. On the lower deck, these men dance and drunkenly sway with linked arms, expressions of unabashed glee on rugged faces. And in the darker corners, lacking the emissive light of gas lanterns and candles, some men brawl, smashing bottles and wrestling and bludgeoning one another ruthlessly. It’s bloody, completely foreign to you, barbaric. A bit of bile creeps up your throat.

And in the midst of it all, there isn’t the faintest glimpse of your darling young lady.

So suddenly you knock the wind out of yourself, you rush down a small flight of stairs, now running into this cesspool of drunken desire and brutality. You’re unsure why you’d run, charging headfirst into such blatant danger. Men pass by you in a flurry of deep reds, purples, greens and pinks, and under their leather jackets and rags, your eyes catch glimpses of sharp silver, knives, machetes, guns that you’d only ever seen unused with the royal guard. You’re petrified, nearly frozen by your repulsive fear, but you don’t stop rushing to find Eleanor. So irreversibly inebriated, hardly any of these men take note of you, smaller by comparison. Your eyes are impossibly wide, glazed over by tears (it’s been too long since you’ve cried, forever since you’ve been so, so scared), and you fail to notice the divots in the dark floorboards before you.

Your heel catches on a particularly large hole, and you fall hard, without a moment to brace your hands upon the splintering deck, but such harsh impact never comes.

No, you are instead cocooned, totally enveloped in a gentle hold. Faintly, among this loud, you hear a man gently inquiring if you were all right. Lithe, light, hardly making an impression upon you, these arms are cold. Frigid, much like the air, almost dead. Looking up, breathing and heaving uncontrollably, you see a man with red eyes smiling down upon you. Red eyes, you think, baffled, crimson, and you physically feel your brows stitch together in a mix of shock and awe and horror. Hair so black it melts with the nights sky. Only for a moment do you forget yourself, lost in those burning red eyes, so unfitting for such a deadly cold man. He leans in, and you lean away, but the gently gripping cold does not release you.

“I said,” he leans to whisper in your ear, and you very obviously shiver, “are you alright?” His dulcet, leering tone unnerves you harsher than any silence, and you forget your every respect and regard for etiquette once more as you shove him away. It takes more force than you had anticipated, and though he’s a few steps away now, you must tilt your head at a painful angle to meet his gaze. Behind you, in your frenzied state of fear and humiliation and fury, you fail to brush away warm hands that fall to cup your shoulders. You whimper when they do, head falling defeatedly as your panic-induced mania seems to meet its climax. “Ah. Kaoru. I trust you’ve gotten enough rest?” Voice free of that telltale condescension, the crimson eyed man now stares above you, smiling without reservation and in kind.

“I have… But Rei, Captain, you didn’t tell me we’d brought such a sweetheart on board.” And you somehow recognize this as room 12’s lone inhabitant, his suffocating proximity allowing you to discern his voice from the jovial uproar around you. Crimson eyes fall upon you once more, a bit wider now, and you feel like crying as this man— the captain of this ship, apparently— rakes your body up and down, as if he were to dissect you. And as if something clicks, this captain frowns, his own brows furrowing in apparent displeasure. “Mm. I rather think you’re frightening this young lady, aren’t you, Kaoru?” He croons, his eyes unwavering and unmoving from your form, dismissive of the previous inquiry. With a slight tilt of his head, this man ensures that Kaoru’s hands are off of you, such a small gesture prompting the latter to remove himself instantly.

He backs off, hands raised as if he’d been caught in the act of something sinister, but smiles. Honey-brown eyes gloss over you once more, and with a final nod of his head, Kaoru departs.

And you’re left alone with the captain. The bustling crew-mates prancing about the deck seem like an afterthought, if only for a moment, and you nearly forget what you were looking for, gazing into those harsh crimson eyes. As if they had ensnared you, you bemoan, scantly feeling grateful that he had just freed you of that man’s touch. One fiend to another. At your side, you flick your thumbs. “I apologize, my friend can be a tad touchy,” As if he hadn’t held you in his arms mere moments ago, “but your presence is somewhat misplaced here, don’t you agree?”

Warily, you nod, feeling quite like a live bird on a vivisection table. The captain gleefully smiles, flashing a row of sharp pearly whites, and you flinch. Everything about him is unnatural. “I certainly don’t recall enlisting the help of a maid… perhaps you were snuck aboard by a subordinate of mine? They do yearn for a woman’s touch.” It’s obvious that he’s insinuating your services are more sultry and sinister, as if you were some stowaway common whore. Repulsion fills you. He notices this, and is quick to wave away your growing tension, a crude smile stuck on his face.

“Of course not. I apologize, my dear—“ Brushing past him, feeling this man undeserving of your rational opposition, you embark once more through the brutal crowd, this time steeling your nerves.

But you hardly make it three steps forward before a cold hand encircles your bicep. Halting, you turn to meet those crimson eyes, still burning, but now more concerned as they trace your furious expression. You don’t have time for this. You must to find her, and you can hardly imagine this man is trustworthy enough to help you do so. He pulls you towards him, not without a moments resistance on your part, and begins to walk back towards those ornate doors.

“Excuse me! Hey- let me go!” You bark, in an unbecoming and vicious tone, though your face gives way to how unsettled you are. This uproar attracts some eyes to you, and you notice Kaoru staring in your peripheral. The captain merely tilts his head to you apologetically, faintly saying just one moment, but you don’t falter in your affront. “I said let me go!”

Never in your life have you laid your hands on a man. Certainly not in violence. You’ve only had reason to touch and serve Eleanor, to be by her side, to fret and care and wrap her ailing wounds when she cries. You’ve never hurt another person, but you were about to, hand poised to slap this man away. Harshly. There’s a slightly resounding crack as your wrist meets his open palm, as if he was prepared to intercept your attack the moment you summoned the gumption to raise your hand. Astoundingly, he hardly glances back to you, merely continuing up the stairs and towards the living quarters.

Moments ago, the deck was shaking from the liveliness of its inhabitants. All dancing and fighting and drinking and singing has ceased, with only a few spare drunkards continuing in their charades. It’s silent, and a fearful shiver crawls your spine. You needn’t look back to know how many eyes are on you, the indignant little thing that dares to strike their captain. If your lady hasn’t taken notice of you by now… you can’t imagine her possible whereabouts. She had been so excited to prance about the deck, to bask in open, unpolluted air— but Eleanor hates the dark. She would never conjoin with a group of such intensely violent nature.

He’s taken you behind hand-carved mahogany doors, and as its hinges close, the atmosphere grows silent once more. The painful loud has halted. You do, too, unable to summon the same rage that possessed you moments ago. Your ire has diluted, and fear takes hold. “Would you care to join me for wine? Tea, or whatever you’d prefer. I’m sure you’re hungry,” He’s still holding your bicep, correct in thinking you’d jump to run away, “and I’m eager to hear your reasons for sneaking on my ship.”

You haven’t much say in the matter, as he promptly escorts you to a room you can only assume is the captains quarters. Such a demanding presence, under that polite countenance, such a pressurizing man. Eleanor would sooner run off and hide than subject herself to a conversation with him, not dissimilar to yourself. But you’re not as mentally feeble, unwilling to bow your head even when teasing the threshold of his domain. The office is decorated similarly to Eleanor’s room, dark red velvets complimented by swirling gold accents, cushy chairs, Persian carpet, black-stained bookshelves that house a small array of plants and tombs. It’s too elegant for a merchant ship, befitting of a royal, but this man is anything but.

You jolt away as icy hand fall to your lower back, attempting to lure you into a seat. He chuckles as you settle yourself with a huff, arms crossing in a protective gesture. “My name is Rei Sakuma,” He begins, training his eyes to your features as he rounds a large desk, one stacked with letters and books and a decanter filled with wine. Rei pours a glass, smiling as you decline it with a sharp shake of your head, and drinks for himself. “I apologize for not beginning with an introduction. It was best to take you somewhere private.” He raises his legs to cross on the surface of the desk, an action you find unfitting of his admittedly polite words thus far, mildly surprising. Red eyes are brighter under the candle light, appearing almost yellow, the only significant source of illumination in this room. You find yourself hypnotized by them, forgoing a response, rather devoid of all tactful behavior, in such a state of loss and despair and confusion.

Rei does not ask for your name, and you are glad to not provide it. “They’re an unsavory bunch, my crew. Meatheads, you could call them. You must forgive me for presuming you a prostitute— it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve smuggled aboard a pretty girl like you.” You don’t fluster at the endearment, don’t feel much anything aside from fear and hesitance, but nod in cursory agreement. Tearing your eyes from his, your gaze rests in your lap. He’s trying to amend for his discrepancies, you can tell, but you don’t feel the slightest hint of gratitude or relief at his sudden deferential civility. But you do provide him your name, the act of uttering it effectively silencing him. Rei peers expectantly over the rim of his glass.

“As you said, I’m not a… prostitute, not of any sort.” That vulgar term sears your tongue, and you fight to keep headstrong, broaching an explanation in a convincingly composed air. “I- we mistook your ship for a royal craft. It’s not as if we’re stoaways, truly. We just fell asleep, assuming we were just the first to board, not thinking to-“ Rei raises a hand, politely disrupting you, an incredulous tilt to his brow. He frowns. “I’m sorry, my dear. You mean to say there are two of you? With whom did you board, exactly?”

You think of Eleanor and how positively petrified she must be. Your brain conjures a horrible image of your lady, shivering and alone, lost, trapped, hiding in some dark corner. Perhaps the men that brawled and beat one another above deck chose to disembody her, disgrace her body, hurt her. Rei questions you further, but you can only think of Eleanor, and you lose to a breaking sob. It’s humiliating, to be crying in front of this man, but you cannot will your tears away. Crumbling, shaking in your seat, you note that Rei still stares at you expectantly, unmoving and unbothered by your distress.

As you introduce your master to this man, you try to sober yourself, you do, but your words come out wary and unsure, cracking. You sniffle and hiccup from this onslaught of tears, explaining her aristocratic standing, that this voyage was intended for her engagement, that your poor, poor Eleanor was only praying for a reprieve from rigid nobility, and now she’s missing. You continuously forget yourself, not thinking for a moment that this man is not here to help you, that he’s dragged you here unwillingly, that the kept smile on his lips is one of amused mirth. You’ve just told him of a very promising means to gain wealth.

Rei’s glass clinks lightly as he sets it down, not a lone drop of wine lingering on its surface. Licking his lips, he stands and rounds your chair, placing both hands on your arms. You shiver, but not from his cold. “Eleanor… She must be very dear to you, for you to be worked up like this.” His hand slides up and down, caressing, and you recoil. It’s repulsive, he’s set on taking advantage of you. Of her. “And here I thought you were only filled with repulse.”

“If you arrived here around noon, and it’s nearly seven now… I’m sorry to say, darling, but we’re a ways away from the port. The woman you serve has likely boarded the correct vessel by now.” He draws that word out, serve, as if your devotion to Eleanor was equivalent to that of a neglected dog an its crass, cruel master. Rei pities you, you’re sure, but not in a way that compels you to think he exactly cares for your loss. You rise, brushing away his incessant affections, and glower. “She has not abandoned me! I’m insulted that you would think of her so!” You’re grateful that a chair separates the two of you— any closer, and you’d think twice about screaming.

Always smiling, Rei tuts, shaking his head, treating you like a tantrum-throwing child. As if your concerns were egregious and misplaced, and this was not your life’s purpose on the line. “Eleanor was endangered the moment she stepped on this ship. It’s my responsibility to protect her. I’ll work in her stead and clean if that’s what it takes to make amends for my mistake— until we land somewhere else, wherever that may be.” You’re not even sure he’ll permit you to search his vessel, with how quickly you’ve turned to berate him. “I don’t expect you to help me, and I do apologize for all the confusion, but I really must be searching for her.”

His eyes narrow sharply, and you lack the temper and courage to continue on such a one-sided, demeaning conversation. Interrogation, more like. His smile is still present, and as you back away, heading for the office door, you impudently refuse to let him out of your sights. You expected such a seemingly powerful individual to bite back after being lectured, but Rei hasn’t uttered a word.

Only when you open the handle do you turn your back to him. Such a simple decision on your part, and Rei finds a way to work it in his favor. The golden knob does not fully rotate, and you try to unjam it, once or twice, but he has truly locked you in here with him. What need would a ship’s captain have to secure his door, if he commands such respect? You turn to ask, prepared to demand he release you. But the world seems to tilt on its axis.

Your vision blurs, and it seems you’re falling, collapsing once more into the captain’s glacial embrace. “What…?” You moan, halfhearted and woozy, supplied with the distant sound of Rei’s pitiless laugh. He’s everywhere at once, eclipsing your senses, and quite instantly, all you see is red. Rei is staring at you, you realize, acknowledging that your limp head has fallen to his shoulder, barring your exposed neck. Your waist is cold. You don’t understand it, why you’re so faint, why the world’s landscape seems to ebb and spin in a swirl of red and black. You think you ask him what he’s done to you, and you hope you went about it cruelly, but you hear nothing in reply. Slipping from consciousness, at the very least, you feel a sharp sensation against your pulse before you succumb.

—

“Do you think she’ll be hungry, when she comes to?”

Rei hums, considering Kaoru as he stands before him, though keeping his gaze trained on your sleeping form, serene face peaking from behind the curtain that shelters his bed. Free of a frown he thought permanent, Rei muses that you look rather pretty.

“Likely. Nothing hot, though.” It would be unfortunate if you burned yourself— Rei anticipates a rather tumultuous morning, when you finally rise. Kaoru nods, moving to promptly let the chef know to prepare an extra serving, but his captain raises a hand. Rei is frowning.

“You’d do good to not scare her off, Kaoru. Someone like yourself must fathom how important love is at this stage, ripe to blossom.”

As if you have anywhere to go.

If he’s uncomfortable, Kaoru doesn’t let it show. He only nods, waiting for Rei to continue, departing when he allows him to. As second-in command, Kaoru truly respects Rei, views him as a companion and a figure to be revered— which is why he is inclined to enable him, despite how unwilling and despondent as you appear to be. He spares you one last glance before allowing the door to shut, and your fate to seal.

—

In the crows nest, high above them all, is a young girl. She sits slumped and unmoving against the masthead, tidy and regal. Almost alive, if not for her paling skin, the mangled and blood-crusted skin of her jugular. Brown hair is matted with it, that crimson fluid, curling strands void of their once glistening sheen. Her bare feet grow blue from this relentlessly cold night. He’s full.