#rip suzuki kun!

[dirtbagcore]

I WROTE IT

do you guys ever go "i know i was reading a really good fic earlier, i should get back to that!" and open ao3 just to realize ...oh wait. that was a fic i came up with, and was daydreaming about. its not written :(

[snippychicke]

For Sake of a Smile

I can't find where I posted Chapter Fifteen, so here is a possible double update for Tumblr?

Title: For the Sake of a Smile-- Chapter Fifteen

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen. And the fact your coworker was a child. Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but smiled despite everything.

And you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a demon and signing your life away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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Chapter 15

Balam had supplied you with a small leather pouch to gather seeds and pods from the Meadow before you set to work. At first you both stuck close together, so close that there was the whole cliche of hands occasionally brushing as you reached for the same pod, evoking blushes from both of you.

But slowly, you spread apart in search as the morning waned on. The meadow was rather larger and the plants spread out. Somehow you drifted towards the treeline while gathering, though you made note not to pass the first line of trees. After all, you were well aware that there were creatures lurking amongst the trees that would see you as nothing more than a tasty snack.

But then you heard something: a desperate little cry. You paused, sure you had been hearing things when you heard it again. So very faint it the wind was almost louder. It was a pitiful, desperate cry and it kicked your maternal instincts into overdrive.

You didn't even think as you followed the cries. Everything else, like your safety, fled your thoughts as you ran into the forest. You were guided by instinct alone as you followed the cries of some small animal.

A few meters in, you found a mass of vines wrapped around several trees, and amonst the dark roges was a dark fluffy... thing trying to claw its way out. Without hesitation you started ripping the vines apart to reveal a small kitten (or a hell-kitten) rather small, and something seemed wrong with its wings. You ripped a few more vines away and picked up the kitten, which cried and clung to you, digging it's needle sharp talons into your skin as it yowled.

"I got you," You reassured while holding them. "It's okay, I got you."

You turned to step off the pile of vines, and  stumbled instead. Somehow, the vines had shifted without you noticing and were wrapped your ankles. An growl escaped your lips as you tried to get loose, going as far as shifting the kitten into one hand so you could pull the vine with your other.

Only for the vine to move, a new tendril reaching from the tangled mess in an attempt to wrap around your wrist. It was only then you remembered that the plants of the Netherworld were nothing like those of Earth.

They could, and would, happily kill and eat you.

In other words, you were in deep trouble.

-----

Where were you?

Balam's heart began to race when he looked around the meadow and didn't see you. You knew better than to go into the forest, so surely you had to be around here somewhere. But while the plants were tall, they weren't that tall.

He reached out with his mana, searching for you. Hopefully, he was just being irrational and you were just behind a tree, or somewhere else just out of sight.

Except he couldn't feel your strange mana in the meadow, and reached out beyond the trees in a panic.

And he found you just as he heard your scream cut through the silence.

No.No!

He wings unfurled as he flew towards you, barely dodging the trees while fear and anger gripped his heart and threatened to trigger an evil cycle. His intended - his mate - was in trouble.

He allowed you out of his sight for just a small moment. How could this happen? You had to be okay, you had to be. Though he would slaughter whatever caused you to scream in terror like that.

He found you struggling against a drooling vine, it's tentacles wrapped around your legs and body and threatening to pull you down while the main part of its body was descending from the trees, it's teeth bared and the venomous drool raining down on you. Balam shifted mid-air and caught the creature with his talons, ripping it apart as he tore it from the tree and slammed it into the ground.

Without missing a beat, Balam's own vines formed, fed by his own mana, and quickly ripped through the creature until virtually nothing was left.

The creature was  so basic and weak, yet destroying it did nothing to ease the maelstrom inside him.

He caught his breath, trying hard to control his emotions that were threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't subcumb to a evil-cycle now. Some part of him was terrified of what he might do to you, whether it be fueled by rage or lust, or both, he knew it wouldn't end well.

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You had felt the first drop of slime fall on your shoulder, and panicked even more when you looked up at the gaping maw above. You screamed once more though you feared it was pointless. Had you wandered too far? Could Shichiro not hear you?

Why hadn't you worn any of your protective runes? You should have known better! You shouldnt have wandered so far in the first place!

There was a snarl and a flutter of wings, yet all you saw was a blur before Shichiro was slamming the vine-creature down mext to you and tearing it apart with his own vines.

Instantly, the vines wrapped around you loosened and fell away. Yet your focus was on Shichiro. His back was still turned to you, his deep green wings spread wide, shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. Some deep, instinctual part of you was waving red flags in your mind, warning you of danger. To turn and run. That you went from being in the grip of one predator to becoming prey of an even larger, deadlier one. 

But, no. You reminded yourself that this was Shichiro. He would never harm you.

Yet his expression was different as he slowly turned towards you, his wings slowly folding and fading into his back. You instincts went from waving red flags to hitting you with them and screaming you are so fucking dead if you don't run now!'

Despite the instinct, you stayed still as he stalked towards you, his taloned feet silent against the forest floor despite their size. You couldn't look away from his eyes; usually so full of warmth were now.... Predatory. And cold.

He stopped just inches in front of you. His hand slowly reached up to touch your cheek softly. It reassured you enough despite the look in his eyes that you leaned in to his touch despite that seed of fear. "Thank you," you whispered.

That seemed to break whatever spell had a hold over him. In a quick movement, he pulled you close, his arms wrapping tight around you.

"I thought..." He muttered, voice broken as he buried his fave in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in. "Are you okay?" He asked after another moment. "Are you hurt? Any injuries?"

"I'm fine," You assured and earned a dark look when he pulled back.

Ah. Right. His special talent. There was no hiding how rattled you felt, or how your body ached from where the vine had gripped you.

"I'm sore, but nothing serious," You explained, and felt as much as saw the last of the tension leave his shoulders, though he gave you a once-over....

And frowned when he saw the ball of fluff still nestled in your arms. "What is that..."

"Kind of the reason I was in this mess?" You answered as he trailed off, looking down at the kitten. "I heard him crying for help and I couldn't resist."

"I swear, between you and Iruma..." He sighed as he gently took the kitten from you. The kitten instantly started yowling as he clawed at Shichiro, his tiny wings flaring as his fur poofed even more. Shichiro seemed unbothered as he carefully examined him. "Are all humans so compassionate?"

"Not all, but quite a few," You answered, itching to take the kitten back as he cried. But, Shichiro was the biology teacher, as well as a fan of all things cute and fluffy. So he knew what he was doing....

You just wanted to cuddle the damn thing instead of allowing him to check it over.

The kitten hissed as Shichiro held him eye level, to which Shichito raised a lip in a faint, silent snarl. The kitten instantly quieted, its tail tucking between its legs. "It is rather cute... and fluffy." He admitted before shifting his grip to cradle instead of just holding him by the scruff. The babe looked even tinier in Balams large hands as he smoothed down its dirty matted fur. "Its definitely a runt, and with wings this small it will never be able to fly. I presume its mother abandoned it because of those factors."

"Poor baby!" You coo'd as you reached up to give the kitten scritches. "Don't worry, I promise to take good care of you."

Shichiro gave you an odd look. "Its not exactly your typical hellcat. It's a feral wildcat of some kind, not a pet...."

You huffed as you pouted before stealing the kitten away. "Bull, he just needs some TLC."

"T...L..C?"

"Tender love and care." You explained as you cuddled the babe close to your chest. To you pride, the kitten settled against you, seemingly content as it purred.

"Even as a runt, it could grow to be as large as a hellhound," He tried to argue. "And won't think twice about trying to hurt you."  

"Well, when the day comes he's able to care for himself, I'll bring him back here. How about that?"

You could see him process your words, weighing the pros and cons before he sighed. "Will humans really try to care for anything?" He asked, both incredulous as well as curious.

"Pretty much, yeah." You explained with a proud smile, causing his expression to soften even more. "Especially cuties like him. And you."

That made him blush, as always.

---

Balam had pulled out a notepad and took notes while you and Iruma sat on the floor to played with animal. Iruma absolutely adored the kitten once you arrived home, and had fetched a bowl of warm water and washclothes to help clean the dirt and gunknout of its thick fur.

Humans really were compassionate beings... with little to no sense of self-preservation. It was that last fact that worried Balam the most. After all, while Iruma was proving he was able to hold himself against the dangers of the Netherworld as well as any other demon his age. But the same could not be said for you.

"Did you two have fun?" Sullivan asked as he suddenly appeared next to Balam, making him jump. Especially as the other demon's mana weighed heavily in the air like a threat.

"Er, well, for the most part," He answered meekly, unsure if he was talking to Lord Sullivan, the rank 9 demon, or the cheerful chairdemon he was more used to dealing with.

"And I presume you can explain to me why my daughter is covered in bruises that look like vines...?"

Balam froze, and yes, he could see the beginning of bruises along your arms and neck. He knew the drooling vine had a tight grip on you, but hadn't been aware that it had that tight a grip on you. Were you really that fragile? Why hadn't you said anything?

He glanced over to Sullivan, who had an accusatory look in his golden eyes, shadows darkening and shifting around him.

Balam realized two things in that moment. The Sullivan he was talking to was papa Sullivan. And he thought it was Balam's own vines that had caused the marks.

"She was caught by a drooling vine!" Balam quickly explained. "I-I would never use my vines on her, I swear!" He couldn't even fathom hurting you like that, on accident or....

"Not even if she asked?" Opera mused, appearing quietly on his other side. It took Balam a long moment to realize what they were implying.

"Opera!" Sullivan whines as he caught the innuendo as well. "As much as I want more grandchildren, I don't want to think of my sweet princess like that!"

 

Balam... already was. Vines carefully, gently, holding you in place. Wrapped around those delicate limbs, your skin flushed as he took his time studying and memorizing your body.

A sharp pinch made Balam jump, his thoughts slamming back to reality, with Opera giving him a meaningful look.

"I, uh, um, what was the question again?"

"The bruising on her ladyship?"

"Right! The drooling vine that had captured the kitten. It caught her as well when she was rescuing the kitten. But otherwise she's unharmed."

"...She faced a monster stronger than her to save that feral kitten?" Opera mused, sounding as mystified as Balam had been. "Didn't Master Iruma do the same back at Walter Park?"

"Humans are amazing creatures," Sullivan added, his mana and anger disappearing. "Full of love and compassion for others, and often very selfless. Especially our two, it seems."

---- Short ---

"Senpai?" Balam approached Opera, whose ears flickered.

"You haven't called me that in a while," Opera stated calmly, turning towards their kohai. They tilted their head, studying the larger demon, and the anxiety virtually rolling from him. It reminded them sharply of when they were younger; while Balam excelled in biology, as well as some of the arts; there were still subjects (both scholastic and not) that Balam would nervously ask for help with."What's bothering you?"

"I... wanted to ask your thoughts on her learning martial arts," Balam answered, gesturing towards where you, Iruma, and Lord Sullivan were playing  with the kitten. "To go along with the rune magic she's learning."

"Hmm," Opera tapped a finger to their cheek as they thought. He did have a point; it was obvious that while runes were helpful for defensive, they weren't the best at offensive. Plus you had to have them ready, since you were unable to manifest the symbols with your mana as a typical demon would.

Your natural strength was lacking, to say the least. But martial arts training would at least help you in some situations. Especially if you used it in conjecture with rune magic.

"I mean, she was almost taken out by a drooling vine! Usually anyone above Bet has no issue with them. But she's... unranked."

"Being a human in the Netherwold is virtually a death sentence." Iruma had the ring full of Lord Sullivan's magic (though Opera had suspicions that there was more to the gluttonous ring than that). You, however, had no such thing.

Lord Sullivan had plans for Iruma, you had been more or less a fluke. Yet the chair demon quickly grew fond of you as well. As did several other demons.

Case in point: their Kohai.

If you fell victim to the various dangers of the Netherworld, the consequences could be severe just between the grief of Sullivan and Balam combined.

It was their duty, as Lord Sullivan's security demon, and Balam's Senpai, to do their due diligence in preventing a tragic fate.

"I will discuss it with Lord Sullivan" Opera agreed with a nod. "And then with my lady as well. Granted, she won't be happy about taking the time away from reading..."

[sadisticwoof-dcmk]

Snippet:

Sera: god really just said she had enough and killed him off

Hidaka: Hattori-kun got cancelled by god

Shinichi: as she rightfully should

Sonoko: i will avenge you Hattori-kun my biggest fan 😩

RIP Suzuki Sonoko has renamed Hattori Heiji to The Yassified Detective

Heiji: I'm taking hit after hit

Shiho: Yet again, I am reminded that I hate it here.

[truthuncovered-a]

@ctrlaltkibo ♥’d for a pregame starter.

            ❝ well, if you won’t t-talk, then maybe th-this will. ‘ you pull out a knife, a switchblade you pocketed from one of the delinquents at school, & rest the tip against suzuki’s throat, watching his eyes for the fear you long to see. a sick sense of joy bubbles within you, like a soda bottle that had just been opened –– slow at first, then boiling over into a wide smile. ❝ so... wh-what’s it g-gonna be ? your apology or your life ? ‘ the other boy, who had been struggling against you goes still, body frozen in place. 

            ❝ i don’t know, hinata-kun ! i d-d-don’t know where your fuckin’ figure went, please just...let me go. ‘ his eyes widen with terror, unable to turn around to look into yours. your smile fades as you increase the pressure on the blade, the side slowly sinking into the delicate flesh until a drop of blood glints ruby in the dying sunlight. 

           ❝ this isn’t about my figure, suzuki. ‘ your voice slides easily off the tongue, frigid venom freezing your broken syllables into full, complete words. ❝ this is about you. all these years, you’ve made fun of me, laughed when i just wanted to talk to you. all these years, i just wanted to get to know you, be friends with you, even. & you’ve done nothing but treat me like trash. ‘ a shaky laugh convulses through your entire body, causing the blade to sink deeper in the process. ❝ i g-guess it’s garbage day, isn’t it ? ‘ you hiss, repeating his famous catchphrase that he’s burned into your skull. does it hurt, little boy ? you wonder. how does it feel to be treated like trash ? 

               but not a peep from the other boy. guess when you’re playing his game, he has no room to talk shit. but you’re starting to get bored. you slowly sweep the knife across his throat –– 

               until a strange feeling creeps down your spine, rivulets of ice freezing your blood solid. though you’re alone, you feel as if a thousand eyes are staring you down. the last thing you want is an audience. you drop the knife, suzuki wrenching himself free from your grip & sprinting off into the darkness, blood dripping onto the pavement with every step. ( run off, little boy. run away from the monster you’ve become. ) fear holds you in its icy grip, forcing you to bend down & pick up the knife. gray eyes sweep around the area, pale hands clenched around the handle. ❝ wh-who’s there ? ‘

[dnangelic]

' ah --- ' shou rips himself in a race away from his touch , and it feels like a glacial gale , or maybe something electric . the burning chill of a sprinting current in tandem with the faint sense of something tearing . just his fingers from the other's skin , or a few strings of his heart ? people , though equally precious , were never quite like the fine jewels , rare antiques , and still , cold artifacts that he collected into his grasp . no matter how gently , others' feelings still shook and fell out . no matter how tightly , some bodies still could not be kept .

in this very moment , it's not about what shou does , but what he doesn't . that the other would do anything for him is a strange phrase , daisuke thinks , to try to offer right after rejecting another part of him . sloppy stitching after separation , another invisible wound . despite the sharp sting he can still somewhat make out the vague shape of shou's intentions : a craggy , demanding sort of justice that , above all else , the suzuki never seemed to excuse his own self from . but it spoils quickly in the niwa's eyes ; leaves him voiceless for just another moment as he tries to pick through the heavy seeming scraps of his thoughts . it feels like he's wading through the thick brew of his own confused , conflicted feelings .

a dark haze . a black murk .

' ... are you trying to punish yourself , shou-kun ? ' was shou hoping , expecting him to hold it against them , to throw a fit and yell as if it might make things right somehow ? and yet even if righteous fury could be an answer to guilt , the two of them were only human . they should have known how to forgive each other . instead of broiling with any sort of hellfire or sudden draconian pierce , daisuke's eyes only flit away . there's that unpleasant word again , too : deserved . something that was supposed to coax and blend together justice with fairness , yet always seemed to be missing something .

this is what he thinks . in a court of did and didn'ts , he would always deserve worse . no matter the sorrow and pains of separation , isolation , being cast out --- from every chapel , mansion , and orchard-garden ; despite the blood and tears that might come after it , his heart could never lay any blame . instead , ' what about --- what i want ? ' what about what he chose ? he's always been stubborn too in his own greedy way . everything was alright , because it wasn't punishment or suffering meted out for anyone that he craved . it's love .

daisuke's digits curl over the center of his own chest and remain there , a small clench of comfort . ' i'm sure ... that you had your reasons . ones that you even got hurt for . ' rouge irises finds their way back to shou's face , landing just once in a brisk hop from the bandage on their cheek to shou's own bright blue hues . ' ... but if you don't want to tell me or talk about it , then i don't want to force you . of course it worries me when something happens , but ... more than anything , i just want you to be safe . '

HIS ARMS STUMBLE TO RETURN THE HOLD , there is something about hugs that he can't quite grasp, and it makes him feel lacking, it's like there is a secret to the heartfelt gesture that makes it feels less otherworldly- and everyone refuses to share it with him, leaving him clueless of what to do besides holding back as tight as he could. That's something he knew could do, just hold on tight, maybe then he could force things back together after watching them break down, even in his own hands. 

But did these beaten and battered hands really break something this time ? you're still mine. you're still mine. Shou could feel his face burning as he hides it away despite himself, despite the ugly, murky stains of doubt being so relentlessly cleared by Daisuke's sweet words and gentle touches. His grip tightens. I'm yours. I'm yours. What's his feeble reassurances against unbounded sincerity ? Will anything ever be enough to show just how bad he felt ? How much he cared ? How deeply he loved ? 

How does Daisuke do it ? How does he find it so easy to look past the difficult and uncaring and still find something worthy of loving and forgiving ? When it's not even fair to him, when it doesn't feel right to even be looked at with these loving eyes. 

It felt terrifying, instead- Shou realizes as wrapped up hand finds a familiar place above the thief's, holding it tight, afraid to let go, he simply stares, dumbfounded. His insides twist, he's so afraid a lot of the time, afraid of being missed, so loved and so dear and so clearly seen in ways which he's never experienced before. And to think he'd used to beg; Please, look at me. I'm right here. Why can't you see me ? 

I really missed you. 

" No, no - wait - " A wound he didn't know existed opens in the depth of his core, he steps back abruptly, tearing himself from warmth and care and every other treasured feeling he's been longing for ever since he'd last let go of Daisuke's hands. Because he can't want something and simply get it. And it feels wrong to have his mistakes overlooked. Momentarily, his aura bubbles, ringing in his ears as loud as his heart while he soundlessly tries to still himself. " I'd do anything to make it up to you, " A start, a promise, he isn't good with these, he admits to himself alone while fists ball and twist by his side, sharp edges and wounds bleeding somewhere unseen, but to stop now and let himself be swayed by sugary words and starry-eyes feels like running away from responsibilities,  something he's never done. " Just- please, let me say this. " 

" I'm sorry, it's our first Valentine's together and I missed it, and you didn't- you don't deserve that, you shouldn't be alright with it. You deserve better. " So much better, so so much. He doesn't mean it to sound as hurt as it turned out. Heck, he probably isn't even as half as put together as he wants to be ; it's been like that, being openly emotional is a trip, but what kind of a partner would he be if he can't open his heart to the one who captivates it ? Would it be fair to Daisuke ? Shou doesn't think so, but then again, his mind process hasn't been as reliable lately. 

[harbingerofsoup]

pegged him as a thief immediately cause the wittle floof stole my heart as soon as i saw him

[incorrectmikquotes]

Asmodeus: How do you feel about pet names?

Iruma: Well, you have to call them something

Asmodeus:

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Feeding off the anon with the idea of what if reader had to do whatever was requested of them, via a curse of some kind...

What if they wanted to be like that?

What if, instead of a curse, it's something they grew up doing so they do it bc it feels right to them

Let's take... Iruma Suzuki from Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun ! For an example

Person A, in Readers childhood: please do (task) for me

Reader, seeing it as a way of gaining the affection they crave: okay!

And it just devolves from fhere

And so they feel guilty whenever they either can't do it or just

Someone says they don't need their assistance

Like

"eh..? But I'm capable of doing it.."

So I'm basically asking for an iruma-esque reader/ pushover! Reader

..perhaps I'm projecting a lil bit, but eh-

I find it a curious concept ~

[coughs in trauma]

There's going to be blood.

Whoever dared to teach their God that they had to lower themself like that? They should have been taught how high above simple minded folk they are. That some foolish being would even think of such a thing...

I'm not sure how many of the cultists realize the whole nurture over nature thing but expect lots of therapy and reassurances. Some of your acolytes, should you think as such, might choose to bring up your insistence that Noelle or Jean take breaks and not destroy themselves for the minor help to others.

Just so much reassurance about how much your existence does.

Some of them might borderline rip you away from tasks.

Others see how it makes you happy to help and might try to redirect the energy or reframe your view point.

God help Noelle, she'd definitely try to take over any tasks you try to take on "like a good maid should!" bby no you already do so much!!

If it really upsets you to not help, which it probably does, I'm sure they'll put together some tasks for you to do! Spoiler alert, many of them are relaxation in disguise.

"Your Grace, would you be willing to sample my cooking?" Noelle or Xiangling request

"I'm hoping to find some new titles to read, I would love it if you could accompany me, Your Grace" Xingqiu offers

"Would you like to walk with me on my break?" Jean asks

Little things that still mean the world to them. They feel so selfish at times, taking advantage of your kind and loving nature.

This was super rambly but I hope it was still good

[angelicsentinel]

wip challenge: 15 Paradise sounds interesting too.

Ah, a personal favorite! So uh, what if Kid and Shinichi fell down a cave and broke a fertility shrine, and the only way to appease the tentacled ocean spirit and repair the shrine was to perform an offering together? *ahem* This is that story. As much as I can share, anyway.

Why Paradise as the title? I have no clue. I think it might be a reference to the fact they both really enjoy it more than they think they should? Or it could be because that's the stage I was on in Oblivion at the time. The first part of this was written so long ago I was still using Meitantei, lol. I don't consider the things posted below the cut to be above a T rating, but it's obvious where it's leading, so. A cut.

-

“Did old man Suzuki really have to build his stupid museum on top of a cave?” Kid whined. 

“Quit complaining and help me find a way out,” Shinichi said irritably. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” 

It was blissfully silent for a while before Kid piped up again. "We wouldn't be in this mess if he hadn't."

Shinichi just sent him a flat look he couldn't even see in the light of the cave. 

-

"Shit," Kid said. "Think I broke something."

"Yeah, me," Shinichi said. He let out a groan as Kid shifted. "Stop that, you're heavy."

"No, I landed hard on—is that an old shrine?" he asked, climbing off Shinichi.

"Yeah, looks like," Shinichi said, sitting up. Kid held out his hand, and Shinichi took it.

-

The ground rumbled beneath them.

"What's that?"

"Meitantei, look out!" Kid cried.

But it was too late, something dark and thick and hard whipped around Shinichi, tugging him up. "What the—" he said, only to gasp as something warm and wet slid down his back. He arched up in shock as it inched further down, curling around his thigh. "Ah!" he cried out as it was joined by another one.

"Tantei-kun!" Kid said, but then he was jerked up, too. "Damn it," he hissed, jerking at the coils wrapping around him, but it was no use. They wouldn't budge.

He reached for his card gun, but the living rope tightened even farther.

More appendages were tugging at his clothes, at Kid's clothes, stripping them, ripping their clothes off. The more they struggled the worse it became.

Kid yelped.

"Kid!" Shinichi cried out, desperately reaching for him.

"I'm alright!" he said, then let out a hiss. "Shit," he panted. "Damn perverted thing."

 "I am not going down like this," Kid said. Shinichi was struck by how beautiful he looked struggling. Thin corded muscle flexing as he fought the grasp of the tentacles with all his might, writhing and writhing. "Goddamn it," he said. "What's it want?"

"I don't know but it can't be good!"

Ask me about my wips

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅴ Mini Drama “Kou VS Yuma”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ ｢コウVSユーマ｣

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.V Mini Drama

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: The other VERSUS mini drama tracks were between 20 & 25 minutes so when I opened the link and saw it was only 12 minutes, I immediately got worried that perhaps the track was incompletely. Fortunately, that was not the case and they just made this one shorter for some reason. I guess they ran out of ideas? :p It really does feel a little lackluster compared to say the Shuu VS Laito one where there was a lot of interesting tension between the two boys. Although the Mukami’s are on better terms with each other, so their dynamic is obviously different from default. 

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You walk up to the Mukami manor.

Yuma: So ya finally came, huh? Just how long did ya stay behind at school? 

You look around.

Yuma: Foolー I’m right over here.

You flinch, turning around.

Yuma: Come on...!

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma pins you down against the grass.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Heh...You really are hella slow. 

You seem confused. 

Yuma: Aah? ‘Why’, you ask? ーー This is more important right now. I’m thirsty...

He bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: Haah...I really can’t get ‘nough of this...

You protest.

Yuma: Ugh, shut up! Ya should only focus on my fangs! More...Quench my thirst more...

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: ーー Ugh!! Stop makin’ a damn ruckus! ...Oi, this side’s up next.

You start shaking.

Yuma: Pissin’ yer pants? Hehe...Guess that makes sense. I bet it’s scary ya can’t see what I’m doin’, huh? I’d love to mess ‘round with you a lil’...but I can’t hold back...

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: Ah...Haah...Your blood is still of the best quality...It’s even more addictin’ than Sugar-chan...Have ya started feelin’ good, despite all those protests from earlier? Ya really are hopeless, aren’t ya? Hehehe...

You try and defend yourself.

Yuma: Hehe...Just give in to it completely (1). If ya do, I’m sure you’ll be able to feel even beーー

Kou: ...Aaah!! Yuma-kun’s having fun behind our backs!! (2)

Yuma: Why the fuck ya here, Kou!?

Kou walks up to them.

Kou: No fair, Yuma-kun! Trying to hog M-neko-chan all for yourself like that! Say, let me join in as well? You’ve already had plenty of fun, haven’t you?

Yuma: Che, we were just gettin’ to the good part so back off already!

Kou: Eeeh!? Aren’t you being kinda mean? M-neko-chan isn’t exclusively yours so I have the right to suck her blood as well!

*Rustle*

Kou: Besides~ I’m sure she’s yearning for my fangs as well, right? Hehehe~ 

He approaches you.

Kou: Isn’t that so, M-neko-chan?

You whimper in response.

Kou: Hmm~ I have no idea what you just said, but I can take that as an ‘okay’, right? Well, I would have done it even if you said ‘no’, of course~ Well then, without wasting any more time...

Yuma: Oi, wait!

Kou: Hm? ...What? You want to do it at the same time?

Yuma: Hell no! Get yer hands off what is mine!

Kou: Like I said, that’s not up to you to decide. M-neko-chan said she likes my fangs best, you know?

Yuma: Aaah!? No way in hell! ...Che, at least come up with a more decent lie.

Kou: It’s not a lie though~~

Yuma: ...!! Are ya makin’ fun of me!? 

*Rustle*

Yuma: Oi, Sow! Do ya seriously prefer hiーー

You use this as an opportunity to try and get away from them.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: ...!? Che...! ...Come on, this’ll work, right?

Kou: ...Now’s our chance! M-neko-chan, we’re making a run for it!

Kou grabs your hand and dashes off with you.

Yuma: ...Ah! Oi, hold it...! ...Fuck! ...Wait, I said!!! Oi!!

Yuma chases after the two of you.

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: ...Haah, haah...Aaah~ I’m beat...! I didn’t think he’d be that persistent, did you? Hehe~ 

You gasp for air after running. 

Kou: Ah...Are you okay? Your complexion is really pale...

You nod.

Kou: I see. Guess it’s fine then~ 

You blink in confusion.

Kou: Oh? Did you perhaps think I was actually worried about your health? Pfft~ No way! ...Although, I was just a tad bit worried Yuma-kun might have sucked a little too much, but of course, I’m only worried about your blood in that case. 

You frown.

Kou: Haha~ Did that hurt? But...Mmh~ I’m really digging that expression. 

*Rustle*

Kou: I’d love to see more...So don’t run away and let me have your blood? I’ll make sure to take my time to thoroughly savor you...

*Rustle*

Kou: I’ll start by latching onto this delicious-looking upper arm...~ ...Hm? I can’t take it off very well...

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: ...Ah, geezーー!!

*RIIIIIP*

Kou: ...Ah. It ripped. ...Oh well, your skin’s exposed now so this works, right? 

*Rustle rustle*

Kou: ...Oh? Does it tickle? Then how about this...~?

*Smooch*

Kou: Fufufu~ You were so shocked earlier but in the end, you love it when I do all of these things to you, don’t you? ...Come on, show me the best expression you’ve got...”

Kou bites you.

Kou: Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Hah...Haah...Aah~ It’s so sweet, it feels like I’m melting...~ Also...It’s so soft, I can’t stop...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Mmh...Nn...Huh? ‘No’? I honestly don’t think I can control myself right now. Also, if you make too much of a fuss, Yuma-kun will find us, you know? Are you okay with that?

You shake your head.

Kou: Right? So just accept me...No, maybe you actually want Yuma-kun to find us, don’t you?

You deny it.

Kou: Haha~ You don’t need to deny it so desperately. In that case, shall I call him over...~?

Yuma arrives to the scene.

Yuma: Haah, haah...What was that ‘bout me?

Kou: Huh? ...Yuma-kun, amazing! Perfect timing!

Yuma: Aahn? ...Anyway, ya sure had some nerve earlier, settin’ me up like thaーー

Kou: ーー Stop! Instead, come over here! I said you came at the right time, no? 

Yuma: Che...What do ya want?

Yuma steps closer.

Kou: Come on, let’s show him...Your top-tier expression.

Kou bites you again.

Kou: Mmh...Nn...

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Hah...

Yuma: Oi...Don’t tell me, ya showin’ off to me!?

Kou: ...Fufu~ Exactly! Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Ah...Hehe~ M-neko-chan is a next-level masochist after all...The second she realizes somebody is watching her...Haahn...

*Gulp*

Kou: ...Fufu~ See? She gets aroused like this~?

Yuma: Che...Fuck off.

Kou: M-neko-chan? Show Yuma-kun even more of those nice faces. 

Yuma: ...Shit!! If that’s the game ya wanna play...Oi, Sow! Don’t ya dare give Kou all of yer attention!

*Rustle*

Yuma: I don’t feel satisfied ‘cause a certain someone got in the way before we were done...

Yuma bites you as well.

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Hehehe~ Now’s that more like it! In that case, me too...Mmh...

They both suck your blood at the same time.

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: ...Mmh...Nnhーー! Keep still! One extra person barely makes any difference, right?

Kou: Hehe, now don’t be getting the wrong idea, M-neko-chan. You are in no position to talk back to us. Isn’t it obvious we’ll have you tag along until we’re tired of this?

Yuma: Hehehe...Exactly. 

You continue to protest.

Kou: Haha...I’m starting to get a little pissed off. I should probably seal those lips before they spout any more infuriating nonsense, huh?

Kou starts looking through his bag.

Kou: If I recall correctly, it should be in here...

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Haah? Whatcha gonna do with that handkerchief?

Kou: I’m gonna put it in her mouth? Just like this...~

*Rustle*

Kou: It’s a shame I won’t be able to hear those sweet noises you make, but it can’t be helped. This ensures I get to have your blood after all. Besides, it looks so erotic, I’m kind of digging it! I can’t make up my mind where I should bite you next~ Hehe~ It’s a great opportunity...So how about the lower back? M-neko-chan...I’ll thrust them right in, okay?

Kou bites you again.

Kou: Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Nn...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kou: Ah...Haah...

Yuma: Hehe...Ya better not forget that Kou isn’t the only one here, ‘kay? 

Yuma bites you once more as well.

*Sluuuurp*

Kou: Mm...Come on! You can’t just focus on Yuma-kun! Look my way too!

*Rustle*

Kou: Okay? ...Take a good look. I’m going to give you an intense pain right now. I’ll make it so you can never forget about me again...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Kou: Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: Seems like yer mind has gone blank. But...We’re not done yet. I’ll wake ya up again and again with these fangs...So brace yerself.

Kou: Fufu~ Remember this well. You can no longer escape from us Vampires’ fangs. Not ever, okay?

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he tells her ‘to drop as far down as possible’. The Japanese word for ‘to fall’ is also used as a synonym for ‘to become tainted/corrupted’ at times. 

(2) 抜け駆け or ‘nuke-gake’ literally means that you get a headstart on someone. 

[mirage--saloon]

Do you ever just think about something and then regret it

Bonus:

[fourangers]

Fate and Choices (ch.08)

Summary: When Naruto discovered who was going to be his soulmate, he jumped straight at this opportunity, looking forward to spending the rest of his life with his better half. Sasuke well…he was less eager in this regard though. NaruSasu. Soulmates tattoos. Explicit.

Warning: rim job, hand job, edging and NaruSasu anal sex.

Chapter 07

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⏤.⏤ 

Sasuke was stirred awake from the familiar noise of his alarm, groaning. He was surrounded by Naruto’s comfortable scent, and all he really wanted was to spend the rest of the day nestled together in bed, savoring arms embracing him from behind. Inhaling, he tightened his hands around those arms before releasing them, stepping out of his bed. He instantly heard a grouchy groan, as Naruto’s fingers clung on his sweatpants. 

“Mmm…com’ back to bed, Sas’ke…” Naruto mumbled, yawning widely.

“We have to work today Naruto, I’m going to be late. C’mon, wake up.” Sasuke extracted himself from Naruto’s clutches, giving two light shakes on the slumbering body.

“GooooooOooood. Don’t wannaaaaa…” Naruto whined, pushing the blanket over his head as he curled inside.

Sasuke rolled his eyes smiling, and began his morning ritual. The usuratonkachi will handle himself then. When he was busy grilling his fish, he felt Naruto hugging him from behind, placing his chin on the shoulder. He peppered kisses on the pale skin, until he began licking, and sucking the neck.

Sasuke groaned, gripping the blond hair. “Nnnngh⏤Naruto, what are you doing?”

“Having breakfast, what else.” The blond man said almost too innocently, while his hands were already groping his ass.

“I’m telling you, dumbass, we have to go to work. I don’t have time for your aaaaaaaah⏤” He moaned, when warm hands slithered inside his sweatpants, digits lingering dangerously close to his entrance.

Naruto shoved down his pants, pulling Sasuke closer as he admired the firm buttocks. He crouched down, widening the asscheeks and gave a langurous lick on the entrance. Sasuke buckled, his legs shivering a little before groaning lustfully when Naruto's tongue speared inside, moist lips caressing the sensitive skin while fingers firmly held his ass. 

"Naruto…fuck." He gasped when teeth scraped on his skin, nose burying on his ass while his lover continued to stimulate him. "I'm going to kill you, we're gonna arrive laaaAaaaaah⏤"     

Naruto snorted, lubed fingers thrusting in the loosen hole, loving how Sasuke kept hissing, moaning helplessly and legs twitching in response. At some point his hips began gyrating, burying deeper as digits kept fucking him, head throwing to the back, lost in those pleasurable sensations. He choked another groan, forehead resting on his own arms, when Naruto restarted penetrating him with his tongue, thumbs pressing on the perineum. 

Naruto let out a hot breath over his hole, before slathering with his tongue, kissing over it and dragging his lips down. He let his teeth playfully scratch the pale skin, hands fondling the firm buttocks, the tip of his tongue teasing and flicking inside. With one long moan while he licked the tight ring, out of nowhere, Naruto raised himself, patting playfully the pale asscheeks. He was going to step back until a hand seized him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh? We should go right? You said you were going to kill me if we arrive late at work.”

Sasuke didn’t even need to turn around to confirm that his boyfriend was wearing a very mischievous grin right now. Nevertheless, he snarled. “I’ll cut your dick off you don’t finish what you started, so get on with it.”

Chuckling, Naruto drug down his jeans, wasting no time in obeying what was requested.

⏤.⏤

15 minutes. He was 15 minutes late all because that dumbass had no ounce of self-control. Sasuke quickened his steps, opening the door and noticing that he was the last one to arrive in his own company. Worst part about all this, is that Naruto wouldn’t arrive as late because the company he worked for was closer than his. 

Suigetsu was walking by, stopping at once when he spotted Sasuke. “Ho-hooooooooo. Are my eyes deceiving me? Did I just see Uchiha Sasuke arriving late for the first time in his life? What happened?” 

Sasuke didn’t answer his enquiry, glaring as he went to his room.

“No answer huh. That only mean one thing: dating Uzumaki must be going very well.” Suigetsu tapped on his chin, contemplating. “Enquiring minds want to know some things though. Did you top or you let him top you?”

Rubbing the bridge between his eyebrows, Sasuke ignored him and turned on his laptop.

“I mean, from what I’ve heard, you topped back when we were in college. But Uzumaki doesn’t look like bottom material. Or maybe he does, can’t get that hot ass goes to waste.”

There was an annoyed twitch in his eye, but otherwise Sasuke remained nonchalant.

“On the other hand, he can’t sit still in our meetings, so I can infer he has a lot of stamina. Which, you know, are good qualities for someone to do the deed. You look like you’d get tired after a few thrusts, honestly.”

Suigetsu didn’t receive any acknowledgement coming from Sasuke but he definitely noticed that the noises of keyboard typing were increasing by the second. 

“Oh, but Uzumaki could ride you then. Hm, just imagining him doing this is really sexy⏤”

“Suigetsu, say one more word and I’ll sue you for harassment.”

His friend raised his hands in mock defeat, turning back towards his seat. He dropped one last thing. “It’d better if Uzumaki topped, because only a dick would loosen up your uptight ass⏤!” He fled to the toilet, Sasuke chasing him hot in his trail.

Meanwhile, in another office, Neji stared in a deadpan with crossed arms.

“You’re eight minutes late.”

Naruto sighed happily, putting coffee on his mug with a goofy grin. “I am, aren’t I? I am, I am.”

Neji observed the dreamy expression on the blond man’s face, the distant look as if he was recalling some really good memories in his mind. “If you’re this late, I can’t imagine how late Sasuke would be then.”

“Yeah, but he’s the boss. What’s the worst that he could get, people teasing him?” Naruto gulped down his coffee, quirking a lopsided smirk. “I mean, it’s not my fault I’m this irresistible. Oh hey, Ayumi-san and Akane-san, good morning!” He frantically waved towards the coworkers that just arrived.

They smiled back. “Morning Naruto-kun! You’re in a good mood, I see.”

“I’m in a great mood.” Naruto beamed. “I feel like this is going to be the start of a great day. You guys are great, this is great, life is great…morning Suzuki-san!”

Neji sighed. The next few weeks are going to be unbearable. 

⏤.⏤ 

In retrospect, reaching this point in their relationship was bound to happen sooner or later. Sasuke would prefer it was a little bit later though, considering that once they arrived at this degree, Naruto could get a bit too…excited might not be the right word. Enthusiastic? Intense with his endless stamina? Sasuke remembered when they spent a whole week having a sex marathon until his energy was completely depleted, though his blond dumbass continued to hop around like some energized bunny.

Plus, that was back when they were young, he’s honestly getting too old for this. Naruto also had this habit of being pretty one-track mind and couldn’t keep his hands to himself (and Sasuke would never admit that he wanted it too, so he just let the situation run its course), so he wished they could concentrate on other aspects of their blooming relationship instead of spending every waking time being human versions of naked pretzels. 

He’s definitely going to have a hard time convince Naruto though. Just this morning he received an onslaught of cheerful messages and he’s sure that his boyfriend is now all over the moon. Sasuke was getting influenced by his rambunctious energy that Suigetsu caught him smiling while reading some answer Naruto just sent. The only reason his friend didn’t tease him was because he promised bloody murder if Suigetsu even dared open his mouth.

Work was done, day was over, they were planning to watch a movie, located close to his home. It was hard controlling his loud heartbeats when Naruto was waiting for him at the lobby, an ear-splitting grin widening once blue eyes recognized him exiting the elevator. He grabbed Sasuke’s hand, dragging him to the bathroom. Sasuke gazed with one eyebrow raised while his boyfriend checked if the stalls were empty, mouth open ready to ask what the hell this dumbass was doing, when Naruto’s lips reached onto his. 

Whatever rational thought evaporated when warm hands caressed the back of his neck, little shivers of pleasure as Sasuke returned their kiss, arms circling around Naruto and pulling their bodies closer. 

After a good couple of minutes, Naruto released him with a fond smile, fingers caressing the alabaster skin.

Sasuke murmured, voice husky. “So…” He cleared his throat. “What was that?”

“Nothing. I just really wanted to kiss you.” Naruto replied in candid affection.

Oh. He forced his hands down that were itching to rip the orange t-shirt apart. Sasuke couldn’t believe that he was this close to making such a ludicrous idea. Which, uh, it’s Naruto’s fault. Mixed signals and all.

If anything this just proves his initial point right. They needed to take things slower. Be disciplined, control themselves. He could practically feel Naruto’s eagerness emanating from his body, fidgeting and grinning while they were walking back to his apartment.

“Naruto, we’re going way too fast in this relationship.” Sasuke declared point blank.

“What.” His boyfriend muttered. “No, we don’t. Why are you assuming we’re going fast?”

Sasuke refrained himself from rolling his eyes. “We’ve been having sex non-stop so far. And I’m sure you chose an early screen in a movie theater close to my apartment because you’re sure we’ll have more sex once this was over.”

“Yeah, it’s like finishing the date on a happy note right. What’s wrong with that.” Naruto said, curling a impish grin.

“That’s what I meant how we’re going too fast, moron. We should refrain ourselves from doing this every single time.”

A blond eyebrow was raised. “Wow, I didn’t know I was dating a monk who wants to celibate.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Affectionate moves should be limited to only hands gestures, with two meters of distance.” Naruto continued to recite, copying Sasuke’s nonchalant tone.

“Stop putting words in my mouth.”

“I might get contaminated by dumbass germs.”

“That part is quite true.” Sasuke snorted, smirking how Naruto huffed in response. “My point is that I want to explore more other aspects of our relationship. I don’t want this be defined solely about how good the sex is.”

“If it’s that good, why should we avoid it then?” 

“Because it’s easy to fall in this trap. I’m not saying that we should stop it completely⏤” Sasuke hurried to elucidate when Naruto opened his mouth ready to launch a diatribe. “But there are a lot of other aspects that can be further developed, but when we’re busy⏤”

“Screwing our brains out.”  Naruto supplied.

“Yes, whatever term you prefer. When we’re busier doing these activities, we can’t find time to do anything else.”

Naruto hummed, eyes screwed in reflection while he crossed his arms. 

“All I’m saying, is that we have the tendency to get too sexual, once we went down this rabbit hole. I wanted to get to know you better, enjoy our dates together.”

Naruto considered his set of words, then nodded. “Sure. Nice and slow. I can work with that.”

⏤.⏤ 

“OH FUCK! Harder Naruto!”

Sasuke honestly to God didn’t know how their night ended up this way. Might be the fact that Naruto innocently (but not so innocently) gave him one last kiss, sliding through his lips with a healthy amount of tongue. Maybe it’s because he had accidentally (or maybe not as much) fondled Naruto’s buttocks, which promptly made Naruto shove him to the wall, kisses escalating with louder grunts and moans, clothes flung aside. 

Within seconds Naruto was already ruthlessly impaling inside him, loud wet noises of slapping skin echoing in his living room. At some point the friction from the floor to his back was bothering him, so Naruto dislodged him, propping him up as he turned around positioning on the couch, hands tightening on the soft surface with his knees on the seat. Not sensing Naruto getting closer to him, his head turned to glance behind and Sasuke blushed when he saw lustful blue eyes admiring the view, hand pumping the glistening cock. Licking his lips, Naruto reapplied the lube, letting his fingers caress the firm buttocks, one digit lazily gliding in, curling inside and stimulating his prostate. The middle finger joined, shallow thrusts while pressing on that sensitive spot, that had Sasuke aching for more. 

He grunted. "Naruto, if keep fucking around you dumbass I swear to God⏤" He cried out wordlessly when that thick cock penetrated him. Naruto’s hands reached to his pale shoulders, pushing his upper body down and speeding up his thrusts.

Sasuke’s voice was already hoarse from all the screaming, blurted demands to fuck him harder as Naruto complied him, brutal stabs that had him reeling. His lover had such intimate knowledge of his body that any rational thoughts dissolved away, and all that Sasuke craved was their bodies being melded together, driving to the brink of ecstasy. 

As they were both recovering from the high, Sasuke was sprawled on the sofa and Naruto’s body was crammed next to him, he was able to form some sort of rationale. “What about…the restraint.” He muttered between gasps. 

“I mean…” Naruto was breathing heavily, staring back at him. He shrugged one shoulder. “There’s always tomorrow.”

Sure. Tomorrow was a sound idea. Tomorrow will be different, he'll have a new attitude, he'll reign more control on himself.

(Tomorrow consisted 69 fellatio in the morning but they didn't have penetrative sex, so that was an improvement. Right.)

⏤.⏤ 

After a whole week with many failed attempts, gasping after Naruto swallowed his cum, Sasuke had the nagging suspicion that his boyfriend wasn’t taking this whole discipline thing seriously. He confronted with a warning glare when a furtive hand was gliding inside his shirt.

“I thought we established we were going slow.”

“We are.” Naruto blinked. “You also said that we’re not going to stop if this happens naturally, right?”

“And how is this supposed to be natural?”

“My hands are cold.”

Sasuke wasn’t falling for that flimsy excuse, as his incredulous expression showed as such.

“Fine.” Naruto rolled his eyes. “It’s only this time though. I think I’m disciplining myself pretty well, and all the past times were just…you know, circumstances that were out of our control.”

“Yesterday you shoved your hand inside my pants while we were watching TV.”

“I wanted to know how your dick feels around my hand.” 

“I’m sure you felt it plenty times back when we were in high school.”

Naruto’s grin was lopsided and mischievous. “Ah, but that was seven years ago Sasuke.”

Sasuke sighed loudly, bumping his boyfriend’s head with the back of his hand.

“It’s not my fault it’s much more entertaining sucking your cock than watching that boring documentary!”

“See? That’s what I meant that we’re too focused on sex. If you talked with me about what kind of movie you like instead of getting eager in giving me a blow job, I’d know your tastes better!” Sasuke chastised him.

“I wasn’t doing this on purpose!” Naruto defended himself. “I really wanted to watch that documentary since I know that you like that type of genre and I wanted to see if I’d start liking it too but oh God, it’s so boring…and well, your dick was right there, and even with your pants I could see the length of it, so I kinda got curious if it’s the same feel as before, and uh⏤you know what happened after that.” He fumbled, eyes straying to the ground.

Sasuke guessed he could only blame himself. After all, Naruto had a notorious short attention span regarding anything that doesn’t spark his interest and had a strong fixation in anything he really liked (mainly Sasuke). He contemplated another plan of contention.

“Let’s do a competition.”

Naruto’s blue eyes focused in an instant, adjusting his seat. “Alright…what are the stakes?” 

Sasuke considered this. He couldn’t choose something like the loser will let the winner top him because Naruto didn’t care either way who would take or receive. If he came up about letting the winner indulge some fetish, they might enjoy too much and get further down the rabbit hole. Neither of them are very swayed over the prospect of winning money too. 

A light bulb went off.

“If we manage not to have anything of sexual kind for a week, I’ll treat you the famous Ramen that won three Michelin stars.”

The moment Sasuke said the magic word, blue eyes widened and sparkled in childish joy that was almost blinding. Naruto grinned. “Really?????”

“Yes, and if you lose I⏤”

“I’m gonna win! I’m definitely gonna win! There’s no way I’m gonna lose. If this ever happen I’ll shave my hair, I’ll chop off my dick, whatever but I. Am. Going. To. Win.”

Sasuke stared in deadpan, the determined expression on his boyfriend’s face and muttered. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m your soulmate or Ramen is your soulmate when you speak of it with this much passion.”

“Haha, very funny asshole. Don’t worry Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-chan, I’ll keep my word and I won’t lay one hand on you or my name won’t be Uzumaki Naruto!” 

“You don’t have to go that far, I just⏤”

“I’ll be a saint! I’ll make all monks across the world jealous about how much restraint I’ll show!”

“I said you don’t have to go that f⏤”

“I won’t touch a strand of your hair Sasuke!”

“Usuratonkachi⏤I told⏤”

“I’ll be better than Virgin Mary!”

“Naruto!”

⏤. ⏤

This bet might have…backfired terribly. Sasuke didn’t want them to go overboard but he sort of expected at least they would have something that went a little beyond chaste kisses, lips barely touching before Naruto would hop off back to his home. When Sasuke mentioned that they could freely kiss as long as they wouldn’t go too far, the blond man shrugged and said.

“Yeah, but Ramen…”

Sasuke sighed. 

Meanwhile, Naruto was snickering about how Sasuke was getting visibly frustrated with the lack of physical contact. Never underestimate his desire into crafting the perfect prank. After he dismissed Sasuke for the 6th day with just a short peck (Tsunade was going to visit him that night but he didn’t mention that for greater humorous effect), Sasuke really looked like he wanted to backpedal this whole bet. 

He opened his door, not surprising his aunt was rummaging his fridge, with an automatic complaint. “Welcome home brat. What did I tell you about eating a healthy and balanced diet?”

“I’m home, old hag.” Naruto shook his head. “I’m eating pretty damn well!”

“All I’m seeing is a Ramen bowl and some carrots.”

“It’s the end of the week, I’m going to the grocery store tomorrow.”

Tsunade narrowed her eyes, not falling for that excuse. “Anyways, I brought some food with me, I’ll cook dinner tonight. Get your futon ready for me too.”

Pleasantly surprised by the sudden freebie, his stomach growled already imagining the delicious homemade food his aunt would cook for him. He said carefully. “Are you sure? I mean, you’re on the verge of winning an important election, surely you have better things to do right?”

Tsunade patted his head, pulling his cheek. “Even I would get tired having meetings over and over throughout this whole campaign. I really wanted some breather so I could spend some time with my family.” She sighed, glancing unfocused at distance. She began picking some mackerel, cleaning the fish as she changed the subject. “Anyways…how’s your relationship with Uchiha-kun going?”

Blue eyes blinked, then widened a very wicked grin. 

“I know that smile well enough to understand that you brewed some trouble that would give me headaches. What did you do to your poor soulmate?”

“I didn’t do anything. I swear.” He was right. In a sense.

Tsunade stared as her nephew continued to laugh mischievously and rolled her eyes. This brat was going to be the death of her sometimes. While she was busy grilling the fish, Naruto helped her out, washing and cutting the vegetables for her, also fluffing the rice for them. Despite her nagging, this young man was eating healthier food in comparison to his preteen years. Time surely flew by in one instant blink, and she wished she had properly followed his growth instead of getting swamped with politics and city administration. She was glad that her nephew didn’t hold many grudges towards her though.

After that nice dinner, they were relaxing watching some historical drama about an emperor’s chef. Naruto was giving his aunt some shoulder massages after Tsunade not-so-subtly began rubbing her neck and reminding him how exhausted she was, promptly gonking the upside of his head when he gave a remark about her advanced age.

“So what caused you to take a long break after many months of campaign?” Naruto wondered while he kneaded her shoulders.

Tsunade let out a tired groan and warned him. “You’re not going to like the conversation.”

He moved his head to one side, not comprehending her cryptic words but decided to bite the bullet. “Maybe, but I guess it’s too late to change the subject. So what’s all about?”

She turned her upper body to study the young man, revealing. “The party has been pressuring me to find a suitable successor.”

“Let’s change the subject.” Naruto picked up the controller, determined to raise the volume.

He inwardly groaned when he saw the familiar knitted eyebrows coming from his aunt, as she fully turned to face him, placing her hands on her waistline. “And you know well that it’s hard for me to find anyone, when I’m 100% sure that the best suitable candidate is right in front of me.”

“We already had this conversation, baa-chan.” He whined.

“I know, but you have to admit that you’re made for this! You’re one of the very few people I fully trust and you’re also perfect to follow my steps! You’re honest, hardworking, also good-looking in my honest opinion. I mean, you got the best genes from our family and your father.”

“I’m not interested in politics.”

Tsunade ignored him, continuing to list his qualities. “You’re charismatic, have a strong sense of justice, charming with great leadership, all are qualities that make people want to follow you! Remember back in college, your soccer team and cheerleading squad went to many tournaments with full sponsorship all because of you!”

“Oh c’mon, you’re inflating my importance on this. It’s all because of hard work from my friends and teachers.” Naruto groaned, already pausing the TV screen.

“That followed you because they were inspired by you. You united them all into succeeding this common goal.” Tsunade attempted to persuade him. “Those are very rare talents that not many people have and I can’t believe you’re wasting not using them!”

“I don’t believe in politicians! I think most of them are always looking for a way to gain more power or money, and even the rare people who want to make a change, end up being swallowed by the system.” Naruto exclaimed, huffing loudly. “I mean, I trust you with my life, but I saw that you had to trade, to make concessions to get something else in return. I followed your political career throughout my middle school and highschool years, that I know enough dirt to make me sure I don’t wanna follow that.”

“You can be the voice of change then Naruto. If you’re my protegée I can protect you, guide you through and you can be the newer generation that will change Japan. I mean, where else are you going to put your leadership and charisma into good use?”

Naruto shrugged. “Well, helping good NGOs. Give them a voice, help them get sponsorships. This is why I’m a social media strategist.”

“And you know that even the best NGOs need to negotiate with government officials to let their ideas blossom. We’re the ones that make all of this work.” Tsunade pointed out.

“Yeah, this is why I’m helping you out, because I believe you’re going to be a good mayor.” Naruto grumbled, scratching his head. “This is why I’m also helping Sasuke, he’s building a NGO in the future. I let your voices be heard.”

“I really appreciate you aiding me, I really do. But all I’m hearing is you making someone else’s dream come true. What about your dreams?”

“Oh God, what’s the problem of helping someone else fulfill his dream?” He let out a displeased groan.

Tsunade grabbed his arms, squeezing with added effort. “Because you’re a natural born leader Naruto, you were never suited to being shoved behind the scenes. I’m sure whatever aspiration you’ll have, you’ll be able to make people move mountains for your cause. And it’s a shame you’re not using your abilities to your full potential.”

⏤.⏤

“Oh? And what happened after your aunt said all this long speech?” Sasuke muttered, trying no to sway too much from the movement in the subway wagon.

“She said that she could see that I was getting really tired and we called it a night. But you know baa-chan, before she went away she repeated that I really have to consider her words.” Naruto sighed.

“Hm.” Sasuke contemplated for a while. “I mean, she’s not wrong. For some odd reason you dumbass is able to charm people into your circle.”

“What? We were lonely brats back then, you forgot?” 

“Right, but after a while, you started getting friends left and right. First it was Gaara, that honestly I still don’t get how you managed to change him from a murderous maniac to a gardener.”

“Yeah, back then you were jealous that I have gotten close to Gaara, it was so cute.” Naruto grinned and batted his eyelashes, unaffected by the venomous glare he received from his boyfriend.

“Then, Sakura and Shikamaru. Shikamaru dragged Chouji and Ino with him. Then Neji, with Lee and Tenten, and before I knew, you befriended like half of the school, that you could become some sort of gang leader terrorizing the city.”

“Hah, that would be cool right. My aunt would pummel me to the ground though.” Naruto chortled.

“Right…and I remember back in the day, you wanted to be a Hokage right? To get your aunt’s attention.” Sasuke smirked, gazing how his boyfriend gave an automatic shudder in response.

“You really have to dig all the memories back then huh. The whole reason I wanted this Hokage thing because of some anime I used to watch, it was just some silly kid dream.”

“All I’m saying, is that your aunt is right. You have some weird dumbass charisma that I don’t really get but I guess it’s some sort of innate talent. You listen to people and sympathize with them, which makes them want to return the favor and follow you. Not everyone has this ability in leadership.”

Naruto huffed to himself, distraught that Sasuke ended up agreeing with Tsunade. He was pretty satisfied with his current career choice, but if his closest people planted seeds of doubt in his mind, what if he’s not reaching his full potential then?

“However…I believe that every human has many talents at his or her disposal. You don’t have the need to nurture every single one of them if you don’t want to. Your ability to lead is only one of them, if it’s a waste to develop it or not, the only person who will determine its value should be you.”

Sasuke finished his line of thought, expecting Naruto to be thoughtful or relieved. What he couldn’t predict was his dumbass staring back at him with wide eyes, the usual blabbermouth falling in complete silence.

A little unnerved, he grumbled. “What?”

Breaking his stupor with some blinks, Naruto rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks flushed red.  “Uh…well…thanks.” He nudged his boyfriend on his arm with some added shyness. This was one of the many moments Naruto was glad Sasuke existed in his life, to give some voice of reason.

Suddenly, the alarm blasted out of Naruto’s smartphone. He fumbled to turn it off, only to read the contents and broadened a victorious grin. “Sasuke, we finally fulfilled seven days! You know what that means right?”

Sasuke sighed. “You won the bet.”

“Yes, I won the bet! Glorious, glorious ramen to my greatest delight. The restaurant is located in the next two stations.”

“Wait, I have to pay now? After all the great advice I just gave to you?” Sasuke protested.

“Those are two different things bastard. I’m never going to skip an opportunity to savor the greatest food of all time. The delicious noodles, sliced pork, that smooth broth that glides through my throat…man, I’m getting hungry just thinkin’ about it.” He patted his belly as emphasis.

Good thing Sasuke saved up some money because Naruto could inhale a huge amount of food if he so desired. This bet was a disaster from beginning to end. He also had to suffer Naruto spouting poetry over his beloved dish, for an ungodly amount of time while they were walking back to Naruto’s house, that Sasuke was mildly contemplating murder. Or maybe some poisoning. Just little droplets on the Ramen broth next time, that would force his dumbass to spend the entire day in the bathroom. That sounded like a nice, innocent plan.

“Anyways, thanks for paying this marvelous, exquisite Ramen. And give up cooking whatever is going on inside your bastard’s mind, I can see you’re thinking about something evil, I can feel it in my bones.”

“Honest to God, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sasuke muttered, head craning closer when Naruto gave him a cheeky kiss.

Naruto glanced towards his building, staring back towards his boyfriend that was beginning to turn around, back to the subway station. Licking his lips, he placed his hands on the pocket, mumbling. “Sasuke.”

His boyfriend grunted, turning back to face him.

“You want to spend the night here with me?” He shuffled his feet, glancing down. “I mean, now that the bet is over, you understand what I meant with that right.”

Sasuke struggled to keep an unperturbed face, also feeling his cheeks getting warmer. “…right.” 

They fell silent for couple of awkward minutes, not daring to voice desires out in the open. Scratching his head, Naruto turned towards the entrance of his apartment, not wanting to insist on this. He took in a deep breath, opened the heavy door but the second he took one step inside, fingers interlaced with his own. 

Naruto swallowed dryly, not daring to peek to his left but his hand squeezed in return. They were waiting inside the elevator to go to the appointed floor not one word being exchanged between them, to the point Sasuke was wondering why the fuck they were being so weird about this. It’s not like it’s their first time they had sex.

And yet, his heartbeats were drumming loudly through his ears when Naruto unlocked his apartment and they stepped inside. With his back resting on the door, Sasuke waited while blue eyes focused on him, hand reaching to lock behind him. Using the back of his hand, he caressed the pale cheek, thumb idly brushing his lower lip. Sasuke nipped it in response, stuttering his breath when Naruto approached, mouths matching together, soft and open.

Sasuke did wonder to himself all these abrupt changes. Not even a day had passed since they vowed to keep sex off their dates and they were eagerly jumping back as usual, but another huge part of his mind just wanted this moron to better kiss him like he meant it or else. While his eyes were still closed, he explored every curve and edge of Naruto’s face, nose nudging against his, stubbles on his cheeks and firm jaw, eyelids opening half mast to admire how those azure eyes always looked so youthful.

Once he comprehended such remarks, this surged from the deepest depths of his darkness, a mixture of pride and possessiveness how Naruto would devote all these affections only to him, having all those heated gazes focused solely on him. 

Naruto gave one last moist kiss on his lips, whispering. “Let’s go take a bath. Right?” It was impossible for Sasuke to say no (the tattoo on his left hand throbbed for a second), stripping his shirt away while Naruto went to grab a towel for him. 

Naruto had the regular japanese style of bathroom, shower head and the tap water located around the height of your knee, so you would wash yourself and rinse on a sitting position. There was a hot tub to soak in and relax once you cleaned yourself, but Sasuke doubted they would use it today. 

He soaped his body in stiff movements, tense in anticipation once he heard Naruto approaching, one tanned arm grabbing the shower head and making him raise his face upwards staring towards Naruto’s puzzled expression. 

The blond man dropped a kiss on his forehead, muttering. “What, I gotta wash myself, I stink.”

“Stink of Ramen broth I’m sure.” Sasuke replied, growling when Naruto sprinkled water in retaliation. This small skirmish relaxed him as he finished cleaning himself, picking a small towel.

A warm hand touched his shoulder, gliding through his spine and paused on the small back. Lips sucked on his neck, a sultry murmur reached close to his ear. “Let me wash your back.” 

Sasuke used his most disinterested grunt in his arsenal, even though his dick twitched in response. A fluffy sponge lathered his body with soap, massaging his kinks and rubbing all over his skin. Naruto then rinsed off with warm water, sponge gliding on his frontal almost in an inquisitive, lazy way. 

He leaned his body over Naruto’s, hitching his breath when hands reached to his bellybutton, skimming through his penis that was half-erect and moved to his sacs, foam gathering on that area. Grazing upwards, a sturdy hand curled the soft sponge around the shaft and began fondling his cock. He glided with increasing depth and speed, spurred by Sasuke’s quiet gasps and controlled moans, teeth grazing the pale shoulder as he also felt his cock rising in response.

Naruto threw the sponge aside, lathering his hand with soap and gripped the reddened cock. Sasuke trembled from the direct hot contact, body responding to the familiar touch, calloused fingers as Naruto stroked his length. His palm encircled and stimulated around the sensitive head, applying more pressure with each glide and pull, pre-cum flowing through the slit. Sasuke choked out a sharp moan, noticing Naruto’s hard cock pressing on his back, another hand spreading his legs and rolling his balls. 

Sasuke went rigid, gasping heavily but Naruto’s fingers gripped on his base, halting his peak. Mouth glided and licked through his shoulders, hands caressed his chest and played with his nipples, touching nowhere close to his hard dick. Sasuke yanked the blond locks to bring their lips into a furious kiss, resisting the urge to touch his own cock as he entrusted his lover.

Once Naruto saw he was more in control, he restarted groping and sliding through the length, pleasuring Sasuke as those moans were increasing in cadence. Watching in fascination how Sasuke’s handsome features twisted and gasped in wanton need, hips moving to match his strokes, one arm hooking around his neck as their mouths brushed occasionally. 

Naruto stopped his movements once again, when Sasuke knew he was very close to the edge. His breathing was fast and erratic, each of Naruto’s hands gripped his wrists and held them to the ground. He rested his head on the tanned shoulder, his inhales and exhales settling in until Naruto resumed jerking his cock again.

“Oh God, Naruto⏤!” Sasuke’s screamed, his whole body trashed in that brutal pace, bowing backwards. He was torn in between pleading to continue, or to stop this delicious torment because, at this point all the accumulated pleasure was way too much, overwhelming him. Powerful jets of semen erupted from his cock as Naruto drove him to completion, yelling hoarsely.

Staring at the ceiling, Sasuke was still milking the best orgasm in his entire life while attempting to regain some ounce of control. He turned around, determined to return the favor but then noticed the milky stains covering the sun-kissed stomach.

Naruto was also breathing heavily and shrugged. “The show was really good bastard.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, lowering himself as his mouth slurped the soft dick, giving one last kiss before both men collapsed to the ground, taking another couple of minutes to recover.

⏤.⏤ 

Sasuke wore Naruto’s spare pijamas, he was slightly taller than his boyfriend but had narrower shoulders instead. After they watched one more episode of a TV series they both enjoyed, Naruto called the day, stretching his arms and walking towards his bedroom. Following behind, Sasuke braced himself, wondering how much Suigetsu would annoy him after he arrived late the next day.

However, the blond man merely lay down on his bed, patting on the spot in front of him. Sasuke obeyed bewildered, raising an eyebrow when Naruto adjusted his head around his chest, inhaling and sighing content while he laced his arms around Sasuke’s body. “Hey, dumbass.”

Naruto yawned. “Yeah?”

“Is that…all?” He was getting psyched for round two after their bathroom rendezvous, so this simple hug caught him off guard.

“Yeah Sasuke, we ate a huge dinner. It’s called anal sex for a reason.” Naruto then snorted and muttered to himself. “And you call me a dumbass.”

“I know that dumbass. But well, I thought…we were going to use other options available.”

“Oh? You want ‘em Sasuke-channnn?” Naruto’s voice was loud and amused.

“Nevermind.” Sasuke shoved his boyfriend away, ignoring the feeble protests in return.

Naruto laughed. “Just lemme cuddle you cold-hearted bastard. We can do all the naughty things you pervert want for la⏤hey, no punching on the defenceless, that’s cheating!” 

Sasuke stopped after one last jab on the blond head, sighing. “You were the one who gave me unreasonable expectations that weren’t met.”

“Sasuke, I can obey whatever your sex crazed maniac wants me to do⏤”

“Wait a minute, you’re the one who kept jumping on me last two weeks, you dumbass⏤”

“Oh right, as if you’re an innocent victim that fell on my hands, you wanted you bastard, I just gave a nudge in the right direction⏤Anyways!” Naruto interrupted Sasuke’s incoming protest. “My point is…you were right. I’m enjoying that we’re taking things slower. I don’t think we have to restrict sex but instead, we can do it when we feel like it.”

Sasuke studied him in silence, and said quietly. “And you…don’t desire to…”

“Of course I do, but lately whenever on bed we end up having sex. I guess I wanted to change a little bit of this pace?” Naruto grinned. “Sasuke, there’s a lot of things I like about you, and mind-blowing sex with you is only one of ‘em. I just want to enjoy cuddling with you for now ok. Even if you’re an incorrigible bastard.”

“…hn.” Sasuke’s arms enveloped around Naruto’s body, chin resting on the blond hair.

“…awww are you hugging me b⏤”

“Do you have a death wish?”

Naruto just smiled. “Fine. ‘night asshole.”

“Good night usuratonkachi.”

⏤.⏤

AN: Two dumbasses in love, great. As usual, please leave a review if you can.

[celepom]

“Have you ever held a baby, Kogami-kun?” 

[...]

“Oh,” he breathes out, listening to Yuu-chan mumbling nonsense in his ear and feeling sticky fingers come up to grab his hair. “Oh, no, can I go back to jail? This is too much.”

Suzuki-san laughs, which in turn makes Yuu-chan giggle. Ryoken just feels like a fool, and perhaps he is one.

~From “Cataclysmic Variable Star” by @stardustupinlights

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RIP Ryoken

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Zombieland Saga 7 - 8 | Merc Storia 6 | SSSS.Gridman 7 | Double Decker! 9 | Golden Kamuy 19

Zombieland Saga 7

As much as I worry about Junko…where’s Ai?

Parts of the OP have changed since I last paid attention to it, huh? Now there’s a segment where all the zombified (i.e. undead) versions of the girls appear. Then there’s a new bit where you see Romero looking at Kotaro, wagging his tail. Then there’s a bit with the zombie-idol girls together in an AKB48 sort of pose in a 70s-style room…I think that’s all the new stuff, really.

Come to think of it, last time the episode was Datte Sentimental Saga, this time the episode is Keredo Zombiemental Saga. Both somehow become “Because It’s [fill in blank with appropriate word] Saga”.

I’ve noticed a pattern – every idol show I watch causes me a considerable amount of stress as I worry about whether the characters will be able to deal with their problems. It’s nice that they develop their characters so much, but it’s bad for me…

I feel like hearing Miyano’s delivery over the lines “Kicky blammo!” kind of softenend the funniness factor of the line. (i.e. It was funnier when I had the volume off.) But his mouth-wide-open face is funny.

I wonder…as touching as it is to have Kotaro give this pep speech, it almost seems out of character for him. Maybe it might’ve been better to have Junko come to the realisation herself, rather than have something to grow mushrooms over? But that’s just the opinion of someone who thinks ranty Kotaro is how he is 100% of the time. I’m also fine with more sensitive Kotaro, I just wish I could’ve seen that side when he was dealing with just Sakura.

So Ai didn’t die at Saga Rock…hmm. I take my words from the previous episode back.

Truck-kun Strikes Back, this show should be called. Truck-kun Strikes Back.

I just noticed that’s the Cygames building…and Cygames is a sponsor of Zombieland Saga.

Well…we’re back with the CGI it seems. It’s not entirely bad, but could be a lot worse.

Merc Storia 6

Well…I think this Halloween special is a few weeks too late…

This stuff about carrying a rock…just make Bright Stone necklaces. That way you free up your hands!

Cosette? Like Les Miserables?!

Interestingly, in stories like this, parents always get pulled into the dreamland after their kids do (see Junkers Come Here for another example).

Tatsuhisa Suzuki? Takehito Koyasu? Man, I so didn’t pay attention to the voices this episode…

SSSS.Gridman 7

RIP Special Dog…round 2.

“I think nothing.” – See, Samurai Calibur is best boi!

Why does Alexis meeting Yuuta look like a Meeting with the Parents (y’know, one of those meeting you have with a girlfriend’s parents to see if the boyfriend is suitable for their little darling)?

This pointy thing in the air reminds me of Eva…like an Angel, y’know?

I think the pause for Vit’s reaction went a little too long…I thought my video was glitching, but reacted slightly too late to pause it.

The blood of Anti was way too orange…but I guess that’s better than having red blood which makes people puke…and gets the BPO to complain, to boot…

Update: The missile movements looked familiar…that’s because they were an Itano Circus (which is the same as the Macross Missile Massacre I believe I mentioned in a previous episode).

Update 2: I just watched the source short and there was a bit of animation copied from there! The bit where the bike rattles in its bindings!

Double Decker! 9

(something along the lines of “you’re just going to use the view hack to peep on us, right?”) - Owwch, I can feel the Apple Bieber burn from here!...But why does Sophie slur her words slightly so that they come out as “Twavis” etc….?

Randomly, Doug has a moustache! Wahaha…sorry, this isn’t very informative, huh? I only have two sets of reactions: the insightful ones which have all my knowledge behind them, or the reactive ones which don’t amount to much…

I find it interesting Kirill says “Ore ga idea ga aru”. Why? Because 1) Kirill uses “ore”, likely as a way to assert his masculinity even with his feminine-looking face and 2) there is a kanji for “idea” (teian), but he uses the katakana version, likely to indicate how young he is in comparison to (most of) the other investigators (he’s 20 remember). Or alternatively, he’s meant to be speaking English. Or both those reasons.

Well, that’s (the rollerskate getaway) a getaway I thought I’d never see in a cop show…it looks almost as if it would work better in Cardcaptor Sakura than here! (I’m laughing, but also engrossed in the show, don’t worry.)

I still can’t tell what the lyrics are to Buntline Special…but if I’m not mistaken, some of the initial lyrics are “Don’t give a s*** now”. Or…I could’ve just misheard that. We won’t know until official lyrics are out, y’know?

Oh dear, they’re going into biology territory next time! Time for my biology contact to strut their stuff! (See WordPress for more on that...the info I’m talking about is in one of the roundups.)

Golden Kamuy 19

I find it interesting that only now Sugimoto is exploring the nature of greed…both the living and the dead’s meaning of it.

As much as I find it entertaining that Koito seems to be getting flustered (in what way? *raises eyebrows*) about Tsurumi praising him…why does the 7th always seem to opt for making the skins they get into shirts? I thought that stuff was over after Edogai died and the earless twin got his ear  made into a thing he wears on his head…

Monkfish.

Once again…a character I thought was “pure” (in the context of this series anyway) turns out to have been a killer since he was young. For some reason, Ogata is popular with the ladies in Japan though…I don’t quite get it myself, but hey. What can I do for stats outside my control?

Apparently the ED visual, where Asirpa listens to Sugimoto’s heartbeat, was Noda-sensei’s idea.

Zombieland Saga 8

Ooh, I’ve read enough spoilers about Lily to only want to know the portrayal of how it goes down at this point…

I just realised the onsen was called Ureshino Onsen = ureshii no onsen (happy onsen, i.e. an onsen that brings/gives happiness).

Franchouchou ad for Drive-In Tori on the TV, I see…

Even if I don’t know the lyrics of the OP all that much, I definitely know when to join in with a SA-GAAAAAAAAAAA! at the end, right? That OP’s grown on me, but it’s nowhere near my favourite.

Kyoseki Park. It literally means “giant rock park”, so that’s where the boulders come from.

Have you noticed Kotaro isn’t actually blowing into the shell and he’s verbalising the noise he thinks will come out of the shell? That’s a silly touch, but one I appreciate.

A yak…? Oh right, a yakuza!

I love the rolling sobat so much, I found it again on Reddit!

Lily actually uses the word “Pappy”, which is uncommon for Japan…they tend to use “dad”, “father” or “papa” instead.

Tiny Kotaro really sells that first eyecatch.

Nyoki is the sound effect of something popping out of the earth. It’s the same for mushrooms, y’know. I love mushrooms. (Even Tae’s going nyoki…haha!)

When the SFX went “twang”, I thought that was the end of that, but Kotaro is actually holding an instrument to make his own SFX again! Genius, man, you’re an absolute genius!

I’m sorry for laughing during a dramatic moment, but if Takeo’s face can be covered by his hand like that…he has darned Yaoi Hands! Hahaha! Okay, I’m sorry. Carry on.

I remember reading on the official site Lily died in 2011, so…more recent than Sakura. So a TV-hating man like him would be pretty obvious in a day and age like that.

Aw…I shed a tear or two for Lily, too. Update: Or 10. I’m not crying. You’re crying…

Wait, does this mean Kotaro is also a lyricist? And/or a songwriter? That is a man of many talents!...Aaaaaaaaaaand now I need a tissue box. Brb.

Oh wow, that next episode title has a lotta words! I thought it was going to be about Yuugiri, but it could be about Saki…hmm…or anyone we haven’t seen in the spotlight yet. Who knows? Only those who watch it or make it! Oh, now that I’ve watched it through, it does seem to be about Saki!

[mazojo]

2021 Anime Awards

I saw Echidnut’s video and I am against everything crunchyroll anime awards represent so I am going to do the same but the right answer obviously SKSKSKS mostly just for my own entertainment but if anyone wants to do it too you are more than welcomed. Also because I am indecisive I placed my top contenders from some and underlined the winner rip

Anime of the year

Tokyo Revengers

Odd Taxi

Sk8 The Infinity

Best protagonist

Iruma Suzuki

Miko Yotsuya

Yatora Yaguchi

Best antagonist

Riz

Daida (?)

Best animation

Shiroi Suna no Aquatope

Vanitas no Carte

Bishounen Tanteiden

Best boy

Yuki Sohma

Reki Kyan

Chifuyu Matsuno

Best girl

Miko Yotsuya

Tohru Honda

Yuki Yoshikawa

Best character design

Sk8 The Infinity

Vanitas no Carte

Odd Taxi

Best combat scenes

Kemono Jihen

Deatte 5-byou de Battle

Wonder Egg Priority

Best opening

Beastars - Kaibutsu

Bishounen Tanteiden - Shake and Shake

Tokyo Revengers - Cry Baby

The Vampire Dies in No Time - Dies in no time

Ousama Ranking - BOY

Best ending

Horimiya - Promise

Kai Byoui Ramune - Arcacia

Sk8 the Infinity - Dimensions of the Wind

Best drama

Blue Period

Tokyo Revengers

Fruits Basket

Best fantasy

Mairimashita! iruma-kun

The Vampire dies in no time

Best comedy

Hamefura

My Senpai is Annoying

Best soundtrack

Sk8 The Infinity

Tokyo Revengers

Fruits Basket

Best couple

Reki and Langa or Kukuru and Fuuka if canon wasn’t coward

Tohru and Kyo

Futaba and Takeda

Katarina and Mary

[kaibutsushidousha]

Artbook Data - Gonta Gokuhara

First of all, I need to correct a mistake on something I wrote before. In one of Hiroto Suzuki’s blog posts, he mentions liking talking to Takeuchi because he is training to become a game producer and Takeuchi were a producer before him, which lead me to assume Takeuchi was a game producer, but reading the seiyuu comment here made me realize that makes no sense and that Takeuchi was only 18 when that post was made. It turns out Takeuchi was never a game producer and Suzuki’s comment was a joke on the fact he voices the Producer in Idolmaster.

Seiyuu’s comment: Shunsuke Takeuchi

I was watching the DanganRonpa anime every week when I was in middle school, so I feel amazingly honored of being involved in a series I met back when I was still chasing the dream. Gonta-kun is a big hearted and powerful enthomologist. He is not the smartest when it doesn’t come to his insect knowledge, but I would love with you think of it as part of his charm.

Kodaka’s comment: The gentle wild child who packs a punch

The initial concept for Gonta is “A wild child but a gentle man”. After preparing all kinds of design ideas centered around the keyword “wild child”, we decided to depart from the stereotypical wild child image, giving him a tuxedo-like suit, glasses, etc, then made him barefoot to fix the balance between gentle and rough... and that was the balanced result. The reason for his name was “a scary last name with a cute first name”, representing “a scary appearance with a kind interior”.

The part about his Super High School Level Talent being enthomologist was something that was not in the first character concepts, we only added it much later. That’s why the bug cage was the very last thing added to his design. The part about him wanting to become a gentleman came even later, after I had already started writing the script. I added it only because his character was very lacking in impact before it,  but I think it made the character much more well-balanced at the end, making his excessive seriousness more prominent. I also once considered making talk weird, as he is a wild child. However, we already Angie doing something similar and having him not be able to communicate well would damper his performance at the trials, so we decided not to do that. 

Without realizing, I made Gonta into arguably the most virtuous person in the entire series. As consequence of him being this much of a good guy, chapter 4 hurt. The main trick for his case, “not even the culprit knows their crime”, is something I wanted to use for a long time. Becoming completely useless in the trial because of this dilemma is a horribly heartbreaking situation. I think he has a quite controversial part to his character, but please overlook it.

Design Notes:

Wild hair: Hair quite quite long, you can considered it a vestige of him living in the jungle. He fits Shirogane’s beloved “black hair, red eyes” condition and we presume he would look very gentlemanly if he took proper care of it. 

Glasses: Gonta, who boasts a marvelous 6.0 eyesight, wears glasses. It’s said eyes too good are incovenient in a civilized society, but is he really fine with this?

Empty bug cage: A bug cage indispensable for enthomology, strapped to his shoulder so it won’t fall. He never lets go of it even in the bugless lands of Saishuu Academy.

Uniform: An uniform a tad too short. He is a good healthy child who grows fast, the uniform might have gotten too tight. It might rip when he burns with righteous anger.

Big right hand: He has superhuman strenght, to the point he can effortlessly pick up a manhole cover with a single hand. But Gonta would never hurt a person!

Underwear: Gonta’s favorite loincloth. He once tried to wear custom-made giant briefs, but due to being raised in the forest, he couldn’t get used to wearing tight things under there. 

Barefoot: Because his forest family was always running around the hills like that. Living in this environment made he naturally used to living barefoot. Shoes are nothing more than an ornament.

Favorite presents:

Bunny Apples: An apple with peel set to look like bunny ears. They have a high demand as food for bugs and animals, please let Gonta use it for breeding his beloved bug friends.

Cuffs Button: An accesorry for sleeve cuffs, with a black onyx that suits well both men and women. It’s “classy gentleman” fell shakes Gonta’s heart.

Gourd Bug Tool: A bug trap crafted like a gourd, a mood-making object where trap bugs in and listen to their cries. Make sure to listen to the melodies sung by Gonta’s bug friends!?

Hated presents: 

Killing Game 46-card Deck: 46 cards themed after the plot of previous Killing Games. “Dying hit by a demonic mace”, “Evidence over logic”... There’s nothing here good to give to a gentleman.

Key Phrases:

He is Kind but Strong: His biological family is an old noble family and the family who raised was a pack of wolves. He keeps making personal efforts in order to make himself an upstanding man that prouds both of his families, focused on the keyword “gentleman”. He prides himself on his kind honesty, never suspecting others. Then after living in the woods for 10 years, his physical abilities were upped perhaps to the extreme and now he gained superhuman strenght! No ordinary high school student can pick up a metal manhole cover with two fingers and casualy throw it. Such a monster gentleman is invincible!

Zoom In on the Bug Friends!: Gonta’s eyesight was honed in his long years in the forest to an unbelievable 6.0. This beyond human eyesight is perfectly suited his deep love for insects, allowing him to easily identify bugs flying around him in naked eye. His frightening hunter-level dynamic vision is already an amazing talent on its own, but what is more unbelievable is being able to quickly notice unidentifiable bugs within Monokuma’s so-called “Unescapable surrounding walls of the Saishuu Academy”. That said, even with his eyes, these bugs are so small he still easily loses sight of them can’t figure out what they are. Maybe he could capture these “bug friends” using the Super High School Level Inventor Miu Iruma’s achieved invention, the “Sucking bug catching machine”?

Insects so small not even Gonta can see completely. Can the full power of this bug-catching machinepossibly  be enough to capture them? 

Insect Meet-and-greet!: He wants to help everyone understand how good insects are! Gonta was thinking about this every day, until Ouma instigated so he could use him a cover for his own plan and crafted out a plan for an unwelcome meeting. The theme of the meeting was watching the bugs fly for the first time as they hatch from out of their cocoons. The invitation is a violent tackle followed by a grab and carry, leading to them being kept captive in his lab and forced to watch their lovely form in a skillful made dance in a sealed room. The name “Insect Meet-and-greet” shows that doesn’t mean any harm despite how some students are even passing out in that hellish night that marked the history of the Saishuu Academy...

Main quotes:

“Don’t worry, leave it to Gonta. No matter what happens, I’ll protect everyone”:  A reliable gentleman everyone can count on. The ideal image Gonta wants to have is that of an upper class British man, with a rich celibrity-like tuxedo with a matching black bow tie. A cerimonial dinner jacket with a tailcoat suits well Gonta’s body so well chiseled in the wild. But he finds Shirogane’s “A tuxedo and a mask would suit you well” quote difficult to understand... There’s no doubt that Gonta can become the single rose that slashes evil!

“Err, hmmm... S-s-shake...!“: Saying you want be a gentleman is easy, but having a concrete image of what a gentleman is much harder. Gonta thinks hard about his own way to be a gentleman and one of the ideas he reached was “escorting a lady“. However he doesn’t know the proper words, so he tells Akamatsu to “shake“, like you would say to a dog! He hastily tries to repair his actions after Akamatsu’s response, learning the basic of good treatment one step after the other. The path to becoming a gentleman is still very long!

Final comment: The barefoot gentleman everyone acknowledges as a well-intentioned person. We understand that you’re only trying to do good, but could you please take it easier with the bug friendship thing!?