#rgg fics

[oddeyevibes]

Extra Curricular Activities Part 1

Summary: Your students become worried about the man in the red suit that visited you at school.

Words: 1828

The class of 3-C weren’t the best students. They weren’t the worst either which is what made them so frustrating to many of the faculty. They didn’t have the drive to raise the bar and many teachers had an issue with that. 

Not you though. 

That’s not to say you didn’t believe in any of these kids but you also didn’t feel the need to pressure them. They are young and they have their whole lives ahead of them. Your philosophy was that the pressures of school were heavy enough without someone badgering them to not be anything less than perfect. 

There are those moments in time where the school expects you to make them study but you just let them be. It was perfect for actually connecting with them and reminding them that they’re more than they’re grades. 

Plenty of teachers that used to teach them would tell you that “trying to be their friend” would get you nowhere but…they were patronizing. They never approached them like people, they approached them like toddlers that needed to be reminded not to eat glue and when you’re dealing with teenage rebellion, that usually ends with teens doing the thing you told them not to do. 

You can admit that even this approach is motivated. Coming off as someone they can see as their big sister rather than a nagging authority figure. Someone who can be chill but can still put their foot down if the situation called for it. 

But you just…got it. 

Many of them had stuff to do outside of school. That was the ACTUAL issue. Many of these kids had to take up responsibilities because their parents either can’t or won’t take care of them or their siblings. This was the case with Takara Sugimoto, an aspiring author who lives with both her mother and grandmother. However, her grandmother had a knee surgery recently and needs some help and Takara offers since her mother has to work. 

Three generations helping each other stay afloat. 

She doesn’t hang out much with her friends but it warms your heart how her friends understand. 

Like her friend, Hajime Tsuda. His own father had gotten into a car accident and he had been visiting him often with his mother. He wants to be a baseball star when he gets older. 

Then there was the rowdy Da Liu, who never failed to mention how his dad is in the Yokohama Liumang and several times you’ve warned him to keep it down because when push comes to shove, the Liumang would probably have no choice but to expel his dad. 

There was also his twin sister, Chun Liu, who always did her best to stand out against her brother’s antics, less she only known as the class clown’s sister. She liked makeup. She liked regular makeup, she liked glamorous makeup and while she only told this to a few people, she also liked monster makeup. She’d shown you pictures of the Halloween makeup she’s done for her and brother and she has some serious talent. 

There was also Ju-Hee Chung. Whereas the school saw a fair amount of Japanese and Chinese students, Korean students were somewhat rare around here as often many people under Geomijul protection opted to just have their kids learn within their communities. There were outliers though such as Ju-Hee who transferred in after you started teaching this class and she became quick friends with Chun because they liked the same idol. She’s also into fashion and wants to be a designer…or a model…she hasn’t figured it out yet…maybe both.  

Then there was Shuichi Ono. He was one of the bigger kids. Apparently, he’s been weight training with his father because he’s taken a new interest in wrestling and now he currently wants to be a wrestler but the training makes him exhausted and you’d feel bad so you only really wake him up during these breaks whenever another teacher is coming, especially the snitches. 

Sure they weren’t “perfect”. They didn’t get their grades but they were passing. And maybe it did make you a bad teacher or a bad influence but did you wanna be the person that makes them feel that their world is going to collapse on themselves if they get anything lower than an A. 

Yes, this country gets competitive with stuff like this but you’ve always moved with one thought in mind. That very thought stood as one of the reasons you became a teacher. One day, the old destructive ways will die and then the young will change it for the better. They might not be on the front lines, but they will be there and it’s important for them to know that you’re proud of them. 

They’re being their own people. 

They will enact change

……..

……..

Their first order of business is getting you away from that guy that visits you at work. That weirdo in the dusty red suit and the rat’s nest for a hair who seems to be putting the moves on you. 

It started with Da. You had gone out of the room because some of the teachers were talking about some guy just hanging around the school grounds and they were about to call the cops but then you recognized who it was and told them he was harmless, even telling them that you’ll talk to him. 

Someone was supposed to watch the class but after a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors, everyone decided to just leave them be. 

Da, taking the opportunity, decided to pull some of his impressions of British people. At some point, he saw you and Ichiban talking and then he saw Ichiban take hold of your hands and he made his thoughts known. 

“Hey…who’s the bird nest with Ms. L/N?” He asked. 

While most of the students were just actively ignoring him, the aforementioned ones all came over to the window with Shuichi towering over all of them. 

Chun looked over Ichiban’s entire outfit. “I can smell the vintage on that suit from here.” 

Da shot his sister a confused look at her expression before turning his attention back to the both of you. 

“Is that her boyfriend? Did anyone know she had a boyfriend?” Chimed in Takara. “I didn’t think she was into…men.”

 Shuichi’s brows raised in shock. “You sayin Ms. L/N likes women?” 

Da waved it off. “She could be into both, y’know? My mom says she saw one of our neighbors at a hostess club and THEN at a host club. Bisexuals are everywhere. We could all be bisexuals and we wouldn’t even know it.” 

Then Hajime chimed in with a confused tone. “I’m not bisexual.” 

In response, Da leaned in closely to Hajime’s face and whispered, “but how do you knooooowwwwwwww?” 

“Shh!!!” Chun hushed him. “I can’t focus.” 

“Focus on looking?” Da asked with a scoff. 

“I’m trying to practice my lip reading, I wanna know what they’re saying.” 

Shuichi leaned in as if it would give him a clearer look at their expressions while Ju-Hee pulled out her phone from her large sleeves, their main purpose. 

She tried using her camera and zooming in the lens but it was for nothing. The windows were murky from the half-assed job they did yesterday from cleaning it. Well, specifically Da, who’s lip imprints were still visible on another panel. 

“I can’t see anything, if I zoom in too much it gets all fuzzy.” Ju-Hee complained.

Hajime stepped in to try to be the voice of reason. “Maybe it’s her friend?”

“No,” Takara shot it down. “He’s gotta be her boyfriend. Who would voluntarily come back to school?” 

Everyone shot her a glance. “Teachers?” They all replied in unison. 

She scoffed. “Without pay?” 

“........teachers.” They were more sure.

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe he’s so smitten by her that he can’t resist showing up looking like a creeper at the place she works.” 

“Yeeeeah….I’m pretty sure that’s just stalking.” Hajime reasoned as he often did whenever she started losing her head into the clouds. Then he gasped. “Is she being stalked?” 

A gasp from Chun followed. “That bastard!” 

“I mean…she looks like she’s smiling.” Shuichi pointed out. 

“YOU FOOL!” Chun yelled. “That’s a defense mechanism. Women often smile when they’re worried that the guy might kill her. I hear it’s especially dangerous in places like the States with their guns. You don’t laugh at a guy’s joke there, BAM they shoot you, in front of EVERYONE and the cops STILL won’t throw away the key.” She let out another gasp. “That’s probably why. She’s probably suffering from PTSD.” 

“But she grew up in Japan.” Shuichi replied. 

“She was born in the states and moved here when she was way younger and then she went to college in the states. Something could’ve happened.” 

Hajime let out an exhausted sigh. “Then would she have anything to worry about? Guns aren’t legal here and it’s hard to get them normally and even if you buy them in parts, it’s illegal to put it together.”

Then Da had a revelation. “Unless…he’s a gangster.” 

Now everyone looked to him but their expressions all portrayed roughly the same sentiments. Da could be right. 

“They don’t care about legality.” Takara whispered in shock. “He could have a gun on him right now.” 

Ju-Hee gasped. “Maybe she doesn't know. Maybe he’s playing her.” 

“He could be Yakuza. Y’know, they walk around in bright suits all the time. My uncle used to be Yakuza and when he wanted to leave, he had to cut something off.” 

“Wasn’t that back when the legal system was a bit more loose?” Hajime asked. “They wear normal suits now, don’t they? So they don’t stand out?” 

The energy among the group deflated. “Maybe…” They were all heard muttering quietly. 

Then Takara perked up. “Or…that’s his plan.” 

Everyone looked at her. 

“What if he’s trying to trick her? Like dressing so ridiculous that Ms. L/N won’t even consider him being a gangster? What if he’s trying to traffic her?” 

Jun-Hee spoke up. “They always do go for people they think are foreigners.” 

Hajime huffed. “If they’re foreign tourists,” he tried correcting his friends. 

“No, any foreigner is a good foreigner to them.” Ju-Hee replied. 

Takara let out a sad sigh. “Poor Ms. L/N. Doesn’t even know she’s being played for a fool.” 

“Bullshit!” Da exclaimed, pushing himself away from the window. “We can’t let this bastard get away with this! This guy’s playin’ her and we don’t know what other bullshit he could have planned for her.” 

“Should we confront him now?” Chun asked, now she was becoming fully invested in her brother’s words. 

“No. We have to get proof. If we go now, she’ll just tell us everything is fine.” 

His eyes turned back towards Ichiban but you were seen coming back into the building. 

“We’ll have to make plans to follow him.” 

[todayisafridaynight]

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[thebunnybutts]

When you're working on three big ass projects but then you read the cutest, sweetest fic and just. You have to draw. Them 🩷✨️

Doodle inspired by Love Between the Pages by @deathmothking -- please go read if you haven't, it's absolutely lovely ;u;

[okitanoniisan]

i'll make a proper post abt this once i set up a watch link* but i'm so serious about tamashii no uta being a good time. you don't need to settle for the amazon series, there's already some really enjoyable live action rgg stuff out there.

the yakuza 1 stageplay, which i absolutely adore, a lot of the game's quirks are kept in-tact in a really creative way while also expanding upon other stuff (and ryuji is there for some reason)

and the prologue movie that follows kiryu & co at sunflower orphanage

and for anyone who hasn't already seen it, the 2007 miike film is a fun campy watch too

*right now it's available here on the internet archive, but the subs and quality are both meh, i've got access better quality versions that i'll try to pass around

[seaweed-s0up]

cover illustration for my friend's 尾立 fanfiction anthology, titled 昭和野犬 (showa strays). depicting scene from her fic 舞！舞！舞！, which i've also translated into english

did you know tachibana and oda died just a few weeks before the end of the showa era…

[gazkamurocho]

Prison buddies

[violentlydefending]

fanart for @deadsouls-is-canon and her VERY fun and delightful fic, kiryu everywhere!!

[emptylotfiasco2]

bust that ass and get up

[rainbowtie25]

Tojoctober Day 24. Friend

A moment from @helioshellion 's "Phantasmagoria" that i imagined so vividly when reading for the first time. Definitely check it out, it's so freaking cool

[himemina02]

Admiring the art on his back

[todayisafridaynight]

comm for @funghettoo 's fic 'The one man I ever loved' - tyvm for commissionin me !!

Commission Info (July 7th, 2024)

[solusbane]

fun lil redraw-- ofc i would like the charismatic guy with a lazy smile

[definitely-not-samayoi]

Please have a sneak peek of my Nishiki fic that I'm still working on (it should have been finished months ago but here we are) 🎏

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Nishikiyama Isamu was rarely home. Akira loved his father with all his heart and often refused to go to sleep until he came home. His mother would glance at the clock with a sigh, but his father was still gone. Eventually Akira couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep, waking up not on the living room couch but in his own bed. Each time he tried to catch and unravel this magical moment, but never once did he wake up in time.

On his father's back was a picture of a koi carp – just like the ones Akira and his mom used to feed in the nearby pond. Mom told the legend that a persistent carp would one day turn into a dragon, and Akira kept asking her when those park kois would turn into dragons. Mom would laugh and answer that they must not be persistent enough.

One day little Akira told his father that when he grew up, he too would have a persistent koi carp on his back that would one day turn into a dragon. Smoking at the table, his father turned abruptly toward him and looked at his son in a way that made Akira want to run away. He had never seen his cheerful and kind father like that before.

"No way in hell," his father dropped the words hard and weighty, hammering them into Akira's brain like nails. "It won't happen as long as I live, do you understand me?"

Akira nodded quickly. His father, noticing that his son must be frightened, smiled slightly and his gaze warmed.

What would Nishikiyama Isamu have said when he saw what his son had become? He would probably have been disappointed, angry, even enraged...

Nishikiyama Isamu did not want such a fate for his son. And yet, Nishikiyama Akira lays face down on the couch, feeling Utabori's needle tracing the same path his father had taken down his back.

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read my fanfiction 🫵🏼

(also on poipiku)

[partylikemajima]

ITS DONE. I finally wrote my Zhao/Reader fic and posted all 12 chapters at once lol I'm too impatient to release them slowly. I love binge reading too sometimes so why not. Do you like friends to lovers with trauma in between and a happy ending? 👀 Do you love Zhao? Well have I got the fic for you 😂🙉 Thank you so much to @kulemii and @trixibebe for the amazing moral support they gave me while I was stressing writing this!! Go read their fics they're amazing writers!! 🥺💖 also @kulemii did such a sweet edit for a scene in my fic (takes place when the reader and Zhao are 18/19, I'm kicking my feet screaming AHHHHHHH 🙈):

[samuraiondo-mace-1177]

Oh god so. I made this back in August after reading a bunch of shit wattpad fics with a friend, so some stuff (e.g: hissed) are added in here for irony.

Unfortunately, this is canon to Asahi's lore :[

I apologise in advance

(may cross post this on AO3 soon)

Trigger warnings (cause I'm not gonna be an asshole): Blood, blades, unconsciousness, bruising, (implied) body horror

(tell me if I missed anythin)

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"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Soma hissed, before punching Asahi square in the face.

Asahi staggered backwards. His hands behind his back. Tied. With a dense, vermillion rope. A tepid trail of blood ran out of his nose.

Soma stepped closer, brandishing his dagger.

"You know..." He mentioned, "This all could've been avoided if you had followed orders."

"So what?!" Asahi shouted. "So you could just kill me off the second I wasn't of use?!"

"That's just protocol." Soma replied, deadpan.

"I-I know some stuff about Kitakata!" Asahi blurted. "I've even been able to meet Yagami and his little friends! They have information that we don't!"

Soma's eyes slightly widened, but then swiftly return to his neutral, bland gaze.

"I see." He muttered.

Asahi stared at him. Bags under his eyes. The scratches on his face pierced the skin. The drying blood that surrounds the hollow socket that once held his left eye. Asahi's scraggy hair setted on top of his determined face.

Soma looked deep into his eye. It may have been half open, but the harsh bruise didn't damper the hope that gleamed from it.

"You're not lying. As should be expected." Soma asserted.

"In what fucking worl-" Asahi snarked before his body interrupted.

He coughed up a pile of warm, mucus-churned blood onto the cold, unwelcoming tiles he stood on. His breathing grew heavier as his stance became more unstable.

Asahi tilted his head back up. The dark liquid dripped from his lips.

"-What fucking world... would someone lie to a sadistic psycho?!" He carried on. "Any wellll-seasoned criminal worth his Yen knows that..."

"Hmm... I guess I might not kill you after all."

"...Haw?"

"You're obviously not going to give up the information needed so quickly... especially if you know something."

"Finally... someone that gets this game as much as I do."

"I say we propose a binding deal." Soma said with a smirk.

Asahi collapsed onto the floor. His breathing shallowed. The back of his head hit the tiles. Hard. A small vibration reverberated around his skull. In response, Asahi squinted his eye in pain

"Tell me... cough cough... before I'm out cold..." Asahi spat out.

"Fine." Soma coldly said. "You shall continue helping us track down Kitakata-sensei with what you know from him and Yagami-san."

"Am I getting something out of this?"

"...What do you want?"

"I need you to promise that you won't kill me. I don't care if it's against protocol, spare me."

"I... guess you could be an exception."

"I can see it in yer eyes. Don't bullshit me on this, Soma!"

"Well, what are you going to do if I don't follow this agreement? Kill me?"

"...I'll take down RK alongside my death."

"Oh?"

"It's all set up already. I won't go into specifics but if I die then all the power you have will be gone."

"...Alright then. I'll agree to this stupid deal."

Soma turned around and started to head off. He froze. Soma looked back at Asahi and returned to his side. He crouched next to him and smiled.

"What ya want?" Asahi muttered, angrily.

"Hmm~" Soma hummed happily.

Soma grabbed Asahi by the throat. A thin, short wheeze escaped from his mouth.

"If you set that off whilst still breathing... then death won't be the worst thing to happen to you..." He harshly whispered into Asahi's ear.

"Cliché bastard." Asahi husked.

Soma let go of Asahi's neck. This time, when his head hit the floor, there was no gap. No slight moment for a wistful gaze. Nothing for a slow eye close.

Everything. Immediately. Went dark.

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Edit: Here's the song that inspired it btw lol