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x-emeraldsky-x · 9 months ago

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~ Naruto Headcanons ~

Naruto Uzumaki

• Naruto makes all of the groupchats in his friendgroups and is the most active in all of them. "Super Seven Squad" has himself, Sakura, Sasuke, Sai, Yamato and Kakashi. "Naru-Squad" has Sakura, Kiba, Rock Lee and Shikamaru. Sasuke and Gaara were added but Sasuke left and Gaara can't figure out groupchats. "Next Gen Parents" has himself, Hinata, Sakura, Sasuke, Temari, Shikamaru, Rock Lee, Gaara, ect.

• After training with Jiraiya, he picks up writing as a hobby. He's good at writing narratives, but his handwriting takes a while to become legible.

• Considers Sakura his older sister, he acts on this quite a lot and calls her "Nee-San" sometimes

• If Just Dance were a thing in the ninja world, he'd be the master. Sakura would be his less enthusiastic partner

Sakura Haruno/Uchiha

• Sakura's love language is gift giving. Often she will spoil Sasuke with flowers, treats and very fancy, well thought out dates. This carries onto her friendships and family bonds as well.

• She takes note of things her "nieces and nephews" enjoy and makes sure to buy something for them every time she visits. Boruto and Shikadai often get Ninja Trading Cards, Metal and his sister get new ninja equipment, ect.

• Sakura goes all out for birthday celebrations, and Sarada has never had a boring birthday

• Naruto gave her a shirt that says "Honorary Uzumaki" some time after he came back from training with Jiraiya, she still wears it even when she's an Uchiha. Naruto got her multiple new ones when the first finally tore

• Sakura's a very sloppy sleeper. Snoring, drooling and always sprawled out. The only time she's not taking up the whole bed is when she's spooning Sasuke. She has drooled in his hair and she will again

Sasuke Uchiha

• He's the leanest and lightest out of Team 7. This works well in his favour because it helps with his agility, but it's impossible for him to get out from under Sakura or Naruto without the use of Ninjutsu

• He associates certain hobbies or items with the people he's near. Anything hospital related reminds him of his wife as well as pink flowers, ramen reminds him of Naruto, ink reminds him of Sai, ect.

• Sasuke is very touch-affectionate with Sakura, craving her hugs and kisses whenever they're apart. He gets embarrassed when he asks, however, so he's very subtle and indirect

• Always ends up on top of or hugging Sakura in his sleep. Over the years he too has become a sloppy sleeper, but as long as Sakura is holding him, he doesn't mind

Hinata Hyūga

• All of the Hyūga clan have very prominent veins, especially around their eyes. Each Hyūga member has a unique pattern or colour. Hinata's children inherit this trait, but it's harder to see

• Hinata's veins are mostly purple, and her veins form a heart shape on her left eyelid, but it's usually hidden by her multiple eyelid creases. Neji's veins were green and formed a look similar to lightning

• Hinata has very soft, pale skin. In the cold and heat, she's always the first to go red, so she always packs a hat and a jacket.

• She has indented knuckles and is quite plump. This used to be an insecurity for her, but her friends and partners helped her embrace it

Kiba Inuzuka

• Kiba loves to sing. He typically makes up random songs about what he's doing, like washing dishes or sweeping the floor, but he also likes to sing music from his playlists. He enjoys calmer music, but he'll sing almost anything

• Team 8, Mirai and Himawari are the only people who know Kiba sings. Kiba loves his hobby but he's too embarrassed to sing in public

• On bad days, Kiba will sit with Shino on their bed in the dark brushing his hair with his fingers, singing softly to him to help them both relax

• After finding out about Shino's sensitive eyes, he went and bought blackout curtains and dim lights for his house so Shino could walk through comfortably without his glasses

Shino Aburame

• Shino is a very jealous person, and he sucks at hiding it. Many people have had to hold him back to prevent him from saying nasty things

• During Shippuden, he formed a bond with Akamaru. Since then, people called him Akamaru's second owner or second dad. He embraced this fully when he and Kiba got together

• He loves working with the dogs that the Inuzuka clan raise, but he does get very attached emotionally. If he had his way, he and Kiba would have about 30 dogs running around the house

• His eyes are a very deep brown colour, in the light they would shimmer with a orange-gold like colour. Due to his sensitivity to light though, only Kiba and the odd doctor have seen this.

• He gets cold very easily, so he's constantly layering his clothes. He and Hinata both would huddle in next to Akamaru on missions in the winter

• He has small scars on his body where his bugs come out, but they go unnoticed by the human eye at a distance. Hinata and Kiba always panic when they see Shino bleeding from his bugs breaking through his skin

Shikamaru Nara

• Shikamaru loves puzzle books, like Sudoku. He often buys magazines to complete these puzzles, sometimes looking into the latest gossip

• Once he and Temari are in a relationship, he carries a small summoning scroll that holds a giant folding fan, just in case of emergencies

• Shikamaru loves the food from Sunagakure, the rich tastes and flavours are to die for, but he can't stand the heat of the desert. Fortunately, Temari often brings Suna ingredients home so they don't miss out when they're in Konoha

• He unironocally loves some One Direction songs, although he'd never openly admit it. It's a secret he'll take to the grave

• Sakura caught him singing What Makes You Beautiful once and she has never let him live it down

Rock Lee

• After Neji's death, Lee starts to grow his hair out in remembrance. It takes him a long time for him to grieve but he soon finds peace with the loss

• For a short time after the war, Lee joins the Anbu under Kakashi's guide. After the birth of his first child however, he quits and becomes a Chūnin exam proctor for Konoha

• He and Shikamaru form a bond due to their relationships within the Suna trio. They become each others biggest defender when it comes to Kankuro, who still doesn't want to share his siblings with them even as an adult

• In The Next Generation period, he doesn't talk with Gai that often, focusing more on his family, friends and career. He has little time for other things

• He lived in Suna for a couple of years when Aiko and Metal were born. When his duties were needed back at Konoha, he took Metal with him because of Gaara's busy schedule. They visit each other as much as the can during holidays

• Scared of Temari

Temari no Sabaku/Nara

• Temari has very rough and dry skin. Her lips are usually chapped and peeling, and her hair is very coarse. She doesn't know what skin and hair care is, and even if she did, she'd ignore it

• She has a scar on her back near her right shoulder from protecting Gaara from a Suna villager, no one knows about this scar except Shikamaru who saw it on accident

• Very protective and loving of her little brothers, she'll always throw herself between them and an enemy if it means they'll be safe. Kankuro and Gaara worry that they'll lose her because of this

• Surprisingly very affectionate, and she loves to spoil all of her loved ones to the point they need extra storage to keep their gifts

• Sakura was her first close friend from Konoha, they relate quite a lot with their love for their family (even though Sakura's is not by blood). In their later years, Sakura introduced Hinata to Temari, and after a bit of a rocky start, they have girls nights every couple of weeks. Just the three of them

• Has fought with Kankuro over getting a puppy many times. In their early life, they couldn't afford or take care of one, but as adults, Temari finally gave in. She bought Kankuro a puppy for his birthday before she left for Konoha

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vacantgodling · 4 months ago

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yeah guess who's redoing this + reusing the same graphics bc i'm lazy and i don't want to make another lol anyway tho.

WELCOME TO THE TCOL CHARACTER TOURNAMENT!

yes i'm redoing this again and this time i'm not gonna try and make different kinds of tournaments (like photos or whatever) i'm just gonna strictly do the character descriptions. and then i'll post the profiles after.

i don't have a fancy bracket this time so just trust me on this. i'll post the rounds under the cut! get ready to voteeeeee

all profiles that i post in relation to this will be linked when they lose so feel free to check out the characters and lemme know what you think <3 there's a lot LMAO.

WINNER IS ... ALTAIR NOCTURNE!

(WINNER TAKES ALL) ROUND 5:

5 vs 35 vs 32 -> 32 WINS!!

5 is... FORTE SYMPHONIA

35 is... ARIAN BLOOM, GUARDIAN OF LOVE

ROUND 4:

5 vs 40 -> 5 ADVANCES! 40 is… LORD EVONDRA, THE DEMON KING

35 vs 4 -> 35 ADVANCES! 4 is… CLEAR BRIGHTENDALE

2 vs 32 -> 32 ADVANCES! 2 is… SANDRA “SAN” DEARBORN

ROUND 3:

21 vs 2 -> TIED. AFTER SUDDEN DEATH -> 2 ADVANCES! 21 is... ERIK SOORI

5 vs 31 -> 5 ADVANCES! 31 is… CHARISSA GOODWYN

34 vs 35 -> 35 ADVANCES! 34 is… ELODIA PESANTE

4 vs 12 -> 4 ADVANCES! 12 is… SIR KEEVAN GUERRA

32 vs 37 -> 32 ADVANCES! 37 is… GENERAL DUCHESS MUINENA LATHSBURY

40 vs 9 -> 40 ADVANCES! 9 is… MIONA WINFREY

ROUND 2:

22 vs 37 -> 37 ADVANCES! 22 is... UN (DION) UNDERSHIELD

5 vs 16 -> 5 ADVANCES! 16 is... LORD KIBA LATHSBURY

25 vs 21 -> 21 ADVANCES! 25 is... DARAN "PAPA" ISAI

34 vs 18 -> 34 ADVANCES! 18 is... KARENZA HAWKINS

13 vs 4 -> 4 ADVANCES! 13 is... SAITH PRALINE

35 vs 12 -> TIED. RESHUFFLED INTO ROUND 3

27 vs 32 -> 32 ADVANCES! 27 is... DUCHESS PRIMROSE AEGOS

38 vs 31 -> 31 ADVANCES! 38 is... KING LUTHER LATHSBURY

9 vs 29 -> 9 ADVANCES! 29 is... GALEN LANTHI

40 vs 26 -> 40 ADVANCES! 26 is... GRAND DUKE ARAN LATHSBURY

2 vs 42 -> 2 ADVANCES! 42 is... RAAGA CHAAR

ROUND 1:

29 vs 1 -> 29 ADVANCES! 1 is... PIPER FAIRWIND

12 vs 39 -> 12 ADVANCES! 39 is... DUCHESS ARIETTA LATHSBURY

10 vs 5 -> 5 ADVANCES! 10 is... FELICITY EVERGREEN

4 vs 41 -> 4 ADVANCES! 41 is... EREBOS VERDINE

21 vs 7 -> 21 ADVANCES! 7 is... CAMERON BLISS

32 vs 36 -> 32 ADVANCES! 36 is... DUKE SID LATHSBURY

23 vs 18 -> 18 ADVANCES! 23 is... JACE KAGANOFF

15 vs 25 -> 25 ADVANCES! 15 is... KALIFIA FANDEL

9 vs 6 -> 9 ADVANCES! 6 is... MADJA FANDEL

34 vs 8 -> 34 ADVANCES! 8 is... JIHI ARTHEA

30 vs 40 -> 40 ADVANCES! 30 is... HOA CLOUDBERRY

19 vs 22 -> 22 ADVANCES! 19 is... JAGODA ARTHEA

17 vs 37 -> 37 ADVANCES! 17 is... ERYN ARCUS

42 vs 16 -> TIED. RESHUFFLED INTO ROUND 2

14 vs 35 -> 35 ADVANCES! 14 is... LADY ILLIANA AEGOS

11 vs 2 -> 2 ADVANCES! 11 is... SIR MUKUL BRIO

24 vs 31 -> 31 ADVANCES! 24 is... MIKI KAGANOFF

33 vs 13 -> 13 ADVANCES! 33 is... HELIX CARMINE

26 vs 28 -> 26 ADVANCES! 28 is... FIAMETTA LANTHI

20 vs 27 -> 27 ADVANCES! 20 is... MOIRA DEARBORN

38 vs 3 -> 38 ADVANCES! 3 is... DEUX UNDERSHIELD

#s: tcol #tcol character tournament pt 2

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lavender-long-stories · 8 months ago

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✿ Monday Sneak Peaks ✿

Office Mishap 2 One Shot Part 2 ItaHina ✿ New

“Oh, did you find your charger?” Ino knew she was looking for it. Hinata had asked if she had borrowed it. “Itachi-sama had it,” Hinata explained. “Apparently, he accidentally took it after a meeting.” “Uh-huh,” Ino said skeptically, giving her a sly side-eye. “I am sure that’s what happened.”

A Kiss Between Strangers Chapter 3 GaaHina ✿ Ongoing

“Hey, you okay?” Kiba nudged her. “This is Temari’s little brother, Gaara. We actually met him this summer, if you remember.” Hinata's mouth came open to say something, but nothing came out. Her chair came back in a hurry, making a screeching sound that alerted the table. “Excuse me.”

Guarding Affections Chapter 28 KisaHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata tilted her chin up. “Would you prefer, boyfriend?” Kisame’s face heated up. “No, partner is fine. I think I am a little too old to be called someone's boyfriend.” Hinata giggled at him. “At what point does someone become too old for ‘boyfriend’?”

The Best Revenge Chapter 11 ShikaHina ✿ Ongoing

“She moved in with me,” Shikamaru answered. That was mostly true, though he made it seem like that was where she was the whole time. “Oh, is that temporary?” Sakura asked, reaching for any charitable explanation. “I hope not.” Shikamaru got lightly elbowed for that. His jokes were not going to help.

Riding Hearts Chapter 6 Akatsuki x Hinata ✿ Ongoing

“That is adorable.” Hinata gushed. “Adorable?” Hidan ducked his head down next to her. “It’s still the ugliest fucking cat I have ever seen.” Samehada gave him a warning growl, and when he didn’t back up, he hissed and swatted.

Red Memories Chapter 26 SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

“Then who is here?” Hinata wondered more to herself as she got to the door. She opened it, and her mouth fell open. She didn’t know what to say. “... Hanabi-san? What brings you here?” Hanabi puffed up her chest, clearly upset or frustrated. She waved her hand in to ask if she was going to be invited in. Hinata stepped out of the way, and Hanabi walked out of her shoes in the main room and turned to cross her arms. “I heard you were sick. That you collapsed and had to be taken to the hospital.”

Why Is It Always You? Chapter 21 SasuHina ✿ Ongoing

Hinata's head leaned down into his view, her hair falling off her shoulders as she did, back in the oversized pastel hoodie that suited her much more than her school uniform. “Sorry. Did I keep you waiting long?” Cute. Sasuke cleared his throat as they both straightened up. “No.”

Sorry, I am late >.<

#SasuHina #ShikaHina #hinata hyuga #KisaHina #itahina #gaahina #Akatsuki x Hinata #naruto fanfiction

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rosellerivers19 · 9 months ago

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I'm trying to teach here!

Sasuhina; Anbu Captain x Academy teacher au inspired by @hanchu27 's art on twitter

Hinata Hyuga used to be an esteemed heiress but that title was stripped from her when she was young now at the prime age of 22 she was an academy teacher. The Kindest of them all some would say. Though her reputation,pride and family life had struck sore she found many beautiful things later in life one of them was caring for children making them feel happy and needed in a way she had needed when she was younger, in the way her sensei Kurenai and team mates Kiba,Shino and even Akamaru did when she had been at her lowest point.

There was nothing particularly exciting in her life after she became a simple academy teacher sure . . . she still had a teeny crush on a certain blonde from the academy and admired his goofy smile and enthusiastic attitude every now and then when he came to the academy to meet up with Iruka sensei, but even now she could only observe from afar.

"Hyuga sensei!" her class shouted waking Hinata from her thoughts.

"Oh sorry I spaced out again didn't I?" she said smiling apologetically as a few student giggled

"Yeah you did," Mai Taisu, a popular kid in the class snickered. Hinata was aware of Taisu's rude behavior but she made sure that no other students got hurt in any way because of it. Right now the child was just saying empty words so she'd allow the disrespect besides she was an adult that meant she was the responsible one.

"I think it's kinda cute"

The whole class turned around to see a man with a cat mask and black and gray attire. He was a regular visitor yet no one knew his name. Well No one except the teacher herself.

"Neko san!" Many of the students in the class cheered as the man in the Anbu mask walked into the classroom from his spot in the corner.

"Now,now don't let me distract you please, listen to Hyuga-sensei"

Hinata could already imagine the devilish smirk that hid behind his mask

‘The destruction is already done and he has the gall to say pay attention’ she thought irritably before turning back to her class plastering a smile.

"Kids I'm afraid it's recess time so if you can go outside in a single file lin--"

The class erupted with shouting and everyone scrambling to get out in a matter of minutes. It was quite the commotion but also quite common for the academy teachers.

I think they're more excited about recess than becoming shinobi Hinata thought as she collected the papers left on the students' desks

She felt the presence of the Anbu captain beside her seeing him at one of the desks through the corner of her eye.

"Let me help you with that" he collected the papers in lightning fast speed, handing them to her a few seconds after saying the phrase.

His hand was outstretched to return the papers to her yet she was careful not to actually touch his hand.

"Thank you Anbu san." she said quietly walking back to her desk

"You know you can call me Sasuke" he called out from behind her

"You are in uniform, it would be disrespectful to the Anbu if I referred to you so informally" she replied, reaching for a chocolate big she had stashed in her desk so the students wouldn't go rabid.

"Is that chocolates" Sasuke asked peering over her shoulder

"won't you give me a few?" he asked his left hand to directly horizontal to hers on the desk but with enough distance so he wasn't *actually* touching her.

"This... is not for you" she replied, her tone a bit more harsh from the close proximity slightly adjusting herself so they were further apart "And you HATE sweets" she said almost accusingly

"Hmm. Then I suppose that you will show me some love TONIGHT... Right? Hyuuga-sensei?"

"What did you say?"

"I said you'll make me some chocolates later today right? We do live next to each other" he said overwriting his previous words even though she *clearly* heard him.

"I suppose . . ." she said gruffly

The Anbu captain stuck around hidden in the shadows for the entirety of her lesson which annoyed her but she didn't say anything about it, his presence only conscious in the back of her mind.

"Well that's the end of the lesson if you have any questions--"

"Why don't you ever teach us any fun stuff Hinata Sensei" Taisu asked, her feet on her desk a sign of blatant disrespect but Hinata ignored it.

"yeah . ." a few other kids agreed. Hinata knew the lessons weren't always fun but they were a crucial part of history and to becoming a shinobi

"Well I apologize you feel that way but this information is crucial" Hinata argued

"You just don't know how to teacher correctly" Taisu scoffed "what else can be expected from a--" Taisu stopped mid sentence with Hinata looking at her sternly.

"that is enough Taisu your recess time will be cut in half tomorrow if you can't handle a few boring lessons you will not be able to handle being a shinobi" Hinata spoke sternly

"Class dismissed"

The children said hurried good byes and see you tomorrows to their teacher seemingly scared by her tone of voice

Taisu mumbled under her breath from the punishment but didn't argue as she left

Hinata then turned around

"Stop scaring my students" Hinata scolded the Anbu captain who looked at her innocently taking off his mask.

"What? I'm not even doing anything"

Hinata sighed in frustration "Sasuke san as much as I appreciate you defending me I can fight my own battles especially against my own students" she replied she knew his presence had frightened her students he tended to do that when they showed a disrespectful attitude towards her.

She then walked to the chalkboard briskly to erase the lesson plan

"Where are you going?" He smirks not at all fazed by her scolding from earlier, "I'm not done with you yet...Hyuuga-sensei." he teased walking behind her before she grabbed his hand

"I'll talk to you after class" Hinata responded guiding him to the door forcefully to get him to leave

"what--- no fair," he whined but Hinata had already pushed him out the door, slumping against the door's hard surface.

This Anbu Captain Was A Problem.

The References:

Thank you so much @hanchu27 for the inspiration I'm looking forward to making more chapters with your art.

#sasuhina #fanfic #sasuhina oneshot #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhina fanart #Academy teacher x Anbu Captain #chef's kiss

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nonobadcat · 1 year ago

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For @oklolnoty

With special thanks to @krystalwithakay for writing an entire, working Javascript program just to make a joke in a fanfiction. May 2D murderers ever throw themselves at your illustrious feet.

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Final Chapter : Accessory - 6.1k words

TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

“Honey-chan! Come here! Come here!”

From the far side of the bar, Nyanko waved you over. Pochi and Nyanko sat scattered between a group of three middle-aged men and one woman. The short, squat one on the right had to be the Kiba, if the amorous attention he lavished on Pochi was anything to go by. You knew he’d been the one to introduce Oshida to the club, but the rest of the party didn’t look much like heroes or marketing managers. Beside Kiba, a tall, chiseled man with rumpled salt and pepper hair wore hideous seafoam green scrubs. Next to him, a thick necked work-out-aholic still had his hospital badge on his pocket clip. The only woman was a few years older than Mama-san with a small, oval face, Cupid’s bow lips and glossy chestnut hair. While she easily could have passed for a former hostess, the long, white lab coat draped over her seat revealed her real profession.

You pushed away an exhausted frown and very bitter “I haven’t even put down my bag, ho!” in favor of a cheery grin and bouncy step. Sliding onto the couch next to them, you clicked your tongue.

“Meh, what’s up, Docs?”

Green scrubs belted out a hearty laugh. “You were right, Nyanko-chan, she is very witty.”

Nyanko scratched the air. “Remember your paw-mise, Yamamoto-sensei. You’re nya-t allowed to fall for anyone but me-ow-kay?

“O-okay,” he murmured, pushing up his glasses.

Nyanko giggled.

“Honey Bunny, this is Kiba-san from the Buster Hero Agency,” Pochi explained, gesturing to each guest in order. “Yamamoto-sensei, Hora-san and Sawa-sensei all work in the Pediatric Trauma Unit at Metropolitan Hospital. Hora-san is the director. Yamamoto-sensei and Sawa-sensei are his top surgeons.”

“Oh wow! How amazing!” you gushed. “So when kids get injured in a villain attack, you’re the people that save them?”

“Yes. They’re the real heroes,” Kiba proclaimed proudly, sloshing his Old Fashioned.

“We’re negotiating a collaboration with the Buster agency,” Hora explained. “We’re going to feature them in our literature and they’ll be doing daily hospital appearances for the kids.”

“Now, now—” Kiba wagged his finger “—I never promised daily visits. Our heroes are very busy and I need to be respectful of their time.”

Hora slapped him on the back with a loud laugh. “If you can still say that, I need to buy you another drink, my friend.”

“Careful what you offer.” Pochi’s fanged grin pricked her rosy lips as she draped herself around her prey’s arm. “My Kiba can really hold his liquor. You better watch yourself, Hora-san.”

Kiba roared with laughter. “You tell them Pochi-chan!”

You giggled into your palm to hide the snide smirk. Billed for her mature sensuality and elegance, Pochi was Animal Instinct's number one Hostess for a reason. Notorious for her ability to smooth over even the most heated contract negotiations with her wit and grace, her clients included some of the largest corporate big wigs in the city. Drinking with her would do to your budget what trying to put out a fire with gasoline would, but if you could bankroll her tastes, her companionship paid literal dividends.

The only question was, which party suggested the hostess club for negotiations?

You studied the faces of each guest in turn. Kiba, being the regular, seemed like the likely candidate, but Hora’s comment about the drinks implied he was footing the bill. Nyanko’s “here, kitty, kitty” act left Yamamoto too spellbound. While he would probably be back again, this was clearly his first run in with her cattitude. When your eyes rolled to the last person at the table, you caught a calculating grin on a botoxed smile.

Like a boss, Sawa-sensei. Like a boss.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Nyanko gasped. “Honey-chan, show Sawa-sensei your new purse, paw-eeze?”

Sawa-sensei’s gaze drifted to the crook of your elbow where the bag hung like the white elephant in the room. You hoisted it up, setting it on the table for her inspection. Tiny palladium feet clinked on the glass top.

“Well now,” she turned it this way and that. “I think I still like the Retoupe better than the Sellier, but the size looks perfect and that color is so...”

“It goes with everything, right?” Nyanko agreed.

Sawa-sensei nodded. “Everybody gushes over the bubblegum pink but I think the Etain/Etoupe color lines are the perfect neutral.” She passed the bag back to you. “Very classic. Do you shop at Hermés often?”

“Oh! No, no!” you explained, with a cheery laugh. “A client bought it for me a few days ago.”

Sawa raised a painted brow. “She must be well connected.”

“He,” Nyanko corrected. “His son comes in to learn how to talk to women. Of all of us, Honey-chan was the first to really bring him out of his shell.”

You cringed, glancing at Kiba. Hopefully that little comment didn’t make it back to Oshida. Logically, the man had to know you had other clients, but when it came to you, he could be more territorial than a bull elephant seal. Still, it made for good tips and a girl had to eat.

Thumbing her chin, she studied your purse like a general analyzing enemy troop movements. “Your sponsor seems to understand women well and have exquisite taste.” She winked at you. “Lucky girl.”

“Huh.” Hora inspected the bag. “That looks like a nice laptop bag. Maybe I should get one for my wife.”

“I’m sure she’d like it,” Sawa replied coolly, sipping her martini. “That’s the 35 cm. They start at about 2 million yen.”

His face paled.

“Of course, that doesn’t include the money you have to spend to even be offered the chance to buy,�� she continued. “Hermés boutiques only get a limited delivery twice a year and only their top clients are considered. I think I owned fifteen of their scarves, two pairs of shoes, and the entire collection of their perfumes before I got the option. Even then, it was mostly because my mother buys their saddles for her Gypsy Vanners.”

WHAT THE HECK HIGH SPEC FAMILY DID THIS WOMAN COME FROM?!

“Their scarves are so lovely,” Pochi cooed. “Kiba got me the Grise Nacré colorway of Chorus Stellarum last week. It’s a must have for any pastel goth.”

“How much did that set you back?” Hora asked.

Kiba coughed into his glass. “56,000.”

“He’s a doll, right?” Pochi gushed, patting him on the cheek.

Considering Pochi had to talk him out of buying his wife an unsolicited vacuum cleaner for her birthday, you really wondered about that.

“Maybe a scarf then,” Hora agreed, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh,” Pochi turned to Kiba. “What about little scarves or bandanas as favors for the kids? They wouldn’t be too expensive to print if you outsource and they’d look like little capes! Super on brand, right?”

“Pochi-chan! You’re a genius!”

Her tail wagged so hard the seat swayed. “Oh, Kiba-san. Stop it! ”

Sawa-sensei smirked at the exchange and elbowed Hora. He nodded at her before turning to you. “Could you get us some champagne, Honey-chan?”

With a sparkling grin and an under the table fist pump, you replied: “Of course!”

“Pochi-sama!” Nyanko whined, her flushed face buried in the other Hostess’s arm. “I bow before you and beg for your continued protection.”

You clapped your hands together like a woman in prayer. “High holy Pochi-sama, Goddess of the Golden Tip. We offer you our eternal devotion.”

Pochi twirled her hair and loosed a cartoon villainess’s laugh. “Fear not, my darlings. True believers shall always receive my blessing.”

“We are unworthy,” the two of you repeated in synchrony.

“Thank you, thank yo��oooop!

Nyanko’s drunken cackles rang into the night as Pochi tripped into the back alley. “So graceful!”

“Elegance in her every step,” you agreed.

“Silence, mortals,” Pochi commanded, steadying herself on the dumpster. She thumbed her chest. “I have the skills that pay the -hic- bills.”

You giggled.

“Hey, Honey-chan?”

“Hmmm?”

Nyanko pointed to your empty arms. “Forgetting something?”

You slapped your forehead. “Oh. Duh. It’s still on the table.” Black heels wedged themselves into the self-locking fire door before it snapped shut. “Last train leaves soon. You guys go ahead without me.”

“You sure?”

Pochi swallowed, clapping a hand over her mouth.

“I’m fine!” you insisted, shooing them off. “Get her holiness back to the temple before she has to worship the porcelain god.”

“Whoops! No worries, Pochi-sama! I got your back!” Nyanko replied, wiping out a scrunchie. She scooped up Pochi’s dangling ears and tied them in a bow. Then, your friend turned back to you. “Careful going home with all that cash, kay, bunny girl?”

You nodded. “Thanks, Nyanko. You’re a queen.”

She purred before wrapping Pochi’s arm over one shoulder. Swaying together, they stumbled out onto the main drag before making a right towards the station.

Finding the bag took no time at all. You checked your wallet, only to see a fat stack of untouched 5000 yen notes. Basking in the glory of financial security, you whistled the item get theme from Legend of Zelda before strutting back to the door. The 1812 Overture blared from Mama-san’s office, drowning out the world. You bowed to her. Waving like an empress greeting the great unwashed, she returned to tallying the daily total.

Snickering, you ducked out the exit.

When the fire door clanged shut, your hackles stood on end. The smell of sweat and woody citrus wafted on the breeze. A tall silhouette blocked the entrance to the alley. Panting like a dog, Oshida, clad in his spandex leotard, leaned against the brickwork. Dark shadows from his furrowed brow turned his brown eyes a bottomless jet black.

“O-Oshida-san?” you stammered, taking one step back. “What are you doing here?!”

“Nice bag.” He stalked down the alleyway, his hard stare never leaving the offending object. “Some other guy bought that for you, huh?”

You swallowed, unsure what to say to the hard bite in his tone.

He drew up in front of you, rolling his broad shoulders back to accentuate his full height. Wordlessly, he snatched up your wrist and inspected the leather craftsmanship. “Grey?” he scoffed. “How generic. That moron doesn’t know you at all does he?”

Out of seemingly nowhere, he produced a small, black leather box with a push button latch. Lowering himself to one knee, he snapped open the lid. A gaudy round-cut diamond, solitaire set in a rose gold band with pink sapphire trimmings, stared up at you like the eye of some great beast. Even in the dim, orange glow of hazy streetlamps, all three carats sparkled with near flawless clarity.

“Baby pink suits my baby girl much better then some ugly grey purse,” he cooed, slipping the ring onto your left hand.

Frozen in shock, you gapped at the garish, glittering stones.

Oh…

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no!

“So… will you tell me your name now?”

Rigid tension shook your entire body. Sharp nails curled into tightly balled fists. “Oshida-san…”

He cupped your hand, stroking his thumb up and down yours. “Call me Hideki,” he purred.

Your head snapped up, wide eyes bulging. “Oshida-san, this is very sudden.”

He laughed. “Well, when Kiba told me everything that happened, I figured there was no time like the present.”

Heavy stones left the loose band sagging on your finger. Your heart sank along with it. Alarm bells blared as every part of your brain scrambled for an excuse that wouldn’t cost you a meal ticket. They clawed their way through pliant pacifications, tossing out line after line.

“But marrying a hostess would be terrible for your reputation. What would the press say?”

“Kiba will handle it.” A paparazzi worthy smile twinkled at you. “He’s great at his job.”

Screaming internally, you toed the ground and looked away. “Your parents would never approve. I don’t want to be the person who comes between a man and his family.”

He squeezed your hand. “Once they see how sweet you are, they’ll fall as deeply in love with you as I have.”

“I-I’m no good at anything housey though! I burn everything I cook, I always mix up the white and the colors, and I’m awful at cleaning!” You sniffled, pretending to cry into your hands. “You’d be so ashamed of a wife like me.”

“So I’ll hire a maid and a chef.” He chuckled, patting your hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, Princess. There are all kinds of wifely duties you can do for me.”

Oh my gosh. You were going to barf.

“Can you just not, you chauvinistic troglodyte?”

“What?”

Um... Girl. You just said the quiet part out loud.

You blinked. “What?”

Oshida blankly stared at you. “What did you just call me?”

Welp… guess the bunny was out of the burrow now. Better just roll with it.

Yanking off the ring, you ripped open his hand and dropped it into his palm. “I have precious little interest in marrying a callow narcissist who thinks I can be bought by the highest bidder, so you should march yourself on over to the first fangirl with a nice rack and toss your baggage her way.”

He stared at you. “Huh?”

“Are you for real?!” You threw your hands into the air. “No, you boorish sac of sexual harassment!” A manicured finger stabbed at the end of the alleyway. “I’m not the brainless bunny bimbo you think I am, so take a hint and take a hike!”

Slowly, the well rusted gears in Oshida-san’s head began to grind through your words. Head low, he rose to his feet and hovered in silence like a spandex coated scarecrow. As the blood in your ears slipped from a violent roar to a muted rumble, the man before you lifted his chin. Dark, bottomless eyes and a hard snarl were your only warning. Thick fingers clamped down on your wrist with bruising force.

“I ASKED YOU WHAT YOU JUST CALLED ME YOU LITTLE SLUT!” he roared.

A sallow hand shot out, grabbing Oshida's head with four fingers.

“Come on now, it’s not her fault that you can’t take a hint,” a grating voice rasped in your ear.

“W-wait!” Oshida’s face turned snow white. “Aren’t you—?”

Croaking laughter filled the alley. “I mean seriously, she had to spam the Clue-by-Four just to get it through your thick skull.” Tomura’s eerie smile seemed to glow in the dark. “Tell me hero, how do you live with yourself when you’re that stupid?”

Your heart stopped as his pointer pressed against Oshida’s cheek. Crumbling grey ash scattered in the breeze.

Tomura sneered. “Guess you don’t have to now.”

Shaking hands clutched your face. “T-Tomura, what have you done?” you whispered.

“Rekt the n00b?”

“You just killed a hero, Tomura!” you yelled. “What the heck were you thinking?!”

Cocking his head, he stared at you. “Why are you upset? Do I need to save scum or something?”

“You can’t save scum IRL!”

Tomura scratched his neck. “Reality is lame.”

You crumpled to the ground. Terrified words tumbled from your lips. “Now I’m out a client and an accessory to murder!”

“So… I picked the wrong option?”

You glared up at him with bloodshot, watery eyes. “I’m a pro-hostess! Handling angry drunks and sexual harassment is my rice and miso!” you snarled.

Tomura puzzled over your words, weighing your complaints carefully. After a few, slow blinks he smacked his fist into his palm. “Oh. You think I was trying to be heroic like that bad choice in your game, don’t you?”

��Yeah, good on you for remembering now.” You moaned, burying your face in your hands. “Screwed! I'm so screwed!”

A firm, four fingered grip dragged you to your feet. You fell flat against a lean chest.

“Come on then, let’s go,” he stated, tugging you toward the end of the alley.

“Oh no. No. Absolutely not! I’m not a princess and I don’t need to be saved!” you insisted, pulling hard against his hold. “My fluffy butt is gonna stay right here, remain silent, and Google a good defense attorney.”

A cold chuckle set your hair on end. You looked up, only to see red eyes bulging out of his skull. Primordial terror sent your heart flailing against your ribs.

“You don’t understand, do you?”

A hard arm caught you in the stomach. You gasped. The world spun. Peeling lips curled in delight as Tomura swept you over his boney shoulder.

“I’m no hero,” he rasped. “I’m the villain and I just didn’t want some moron touching what’s mine.”

You thrashed against him, hammering his black hoodie with your fists. “TOMURA! PUT ME DOWN!”

Cold fingers dug into your bare, inner thigh. “I don’t have an amputee fetish but I wouldn’t find you less attractive without your legs.”

You froze solid.

“Smart move.” The hold on your thigh receded. He reached into his hoodie pocket and extracted his phone. “By the way, settle a bet.” Painfully bright blue light spilled into the dark alley as he swiped through the contact list. “I know you were lying about the lemon sours and champagne. Tell me your real favorite.”

Your eyes darted this way and that looking for a weapon. There was nothing within reach. Looks like you’d only survive by your wits alone which, given being witty put you in this position, didn’t seem all that promising.

“S-sake bomb,” you stammered out.

“What are you, a salaryman or something?” he teased.

Your face burned hot. “Shut up, Orange Cassis!”

He lifted the microphone to smirking lips. “Hey, Kurogiri. I’m bringing my girlfriend back. Do we have the stuff for sake bombs?”

Girlfriend?!

When a low voice burbled through the line, you snapped back to reality.

“Oh. Yeah. Hold on.” Tomura’s gaze swept the alley until he spotted the bag, lying forgotten on the pavement. “My hands are full. Grab it for me when you open the portal. It’s by my left shoe.”

“Portal? What are you—?”

Before you could finish, purple smoke engulfed the alley, swallowing your startled scream.

When the thick smoke cleared, you found yourself in a dank, beige room. The only light came from the hazy glow of dual OLED monitors atop a minimalist brown desk. Above this, tacked to the wall with enough dossiers to please even the most obsessive conspiracy theorist, was a well worn world map pockmarked with pin holes. Overcrowded shelves, packed with precariously leaning books and muscle-bound action figures hung above a squat, overflowing garbage can. To your right, a thin, stained carpet and well scratched chabudai sat on the floor. Ripe with the smell of stale cup ramen and sweaty bed sheets, the room howled “man child”.

Tomura kicked off his red sneakers, letting them thunk against one of the many overstuffed trash bags. It flopped to its side, knocking over empty two liters like a line of bowling pins. He shuffled past the clutter and set you on a rumpled pile of bedsheets. The mattress groaned. He crossed his arms.

“Don’t whine about the mess. That hero idiot forced me to speed run. I didn’t exactly have time to clean up.”

You stared at him. “Speed run?”

Ratty nails raked his neck. “I was going to follow you for a while. You know. Get a feel for what you liked before I brought you home.” He pointed to a shopping bag laying near the bed. “That was all I managed.”

“It’s… for me?”

The scratching intensified. “No, I just like cross dressing,” he snapped, jabbing his hand at the package again. “Yes, they’re for you. I had to talk Sensei out of some expensive silk crap, so be grateful.”

Holding your breath, you tore the plastic open and upended the contents into your lap. Crafted from super soft, fluffy polyester, a fuzzy pajama set spilled into your lap. The V neck crop tank and high waisted shorts looked like something an e-girl would use to cosplay a kawaii teddy bear. A matching thigh-length robe, complete with oversized hood and baggy sleeves, took the look from “my furry fantasy” to “comfy cozy”.

…this actually looked like something you would wear.

You held the tank against your chest. The fit was alarmingly correct. When you glanced up, Tomura’s excited smile wrinkled his nose.

“You casual-up cute.”

Steam poured from your ears

He leaned forward, reaching for the zipper of your dress. You scooted back, colliding with the wall. With an eye roll, Tomura kneeled on the bed, crawling toward you. One hand caught your shoulder. The other grabbed for the tab.

“So you can touch me but not the other way around? Did you honestly expect me to be okay with that?”

“That’s normal for a hostess and client!” you protested.

He sneered, his husky voice rasping in your ear. “You went pretty far out of your way to lose me as a client, remember ?”

Tooth by tooth, the zipper crawled down to your hemline. Tomura peeled open the slinky outfit. Red eyes roamed over your flesh toned satin bra and simple, smooth seamed panties. He sniggered, his fingers trailing down your waist.

“Wow… talk about low effort.”

You glared at him.

“Oh come on. I’m not mad or anything. Pretty obvious you never meant for any of those guys to see these. Makes me feel pretty special.” He hooked his thumbs under the waistline of your panties and began to shuffle them down. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll be needing them anyways.”

A shaking hand caught his shoulder. "W-what are you doing?!"

He glared at you. “I want to see,” he demanded, yanking harder.

"Then look at hentai or something!”

“You got to see mine,” he deadpanned.

“You got a blow job out of it!”

Tomura clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “...and you left me with blue balls.”

“You got more than I did!”

He broke into an eerie grin. “Oh? Did you want more?”

You froze.

Five fingers clamped down on the stretchy fabric. Powder ash tickled across your thighs.

Shadows filled his wrinkled smile. “I can do that," he declared, pointing to his nose.

"Hey! Hold on!" You shoved his shoulder. It was like pushing on a brick wall.

Tomura leaned in, reaching for your bra. Your leg jerked. He bucked up and caught your knee just below his crotch. He growled, squeezing hard in the divots on both sides of the joint.

"Did you forget what happens if you jump around too much?"

Panicked eyes flashed to long, calloused fingers before jumping to his face. The predatory, blood red stare pinned you like a bear trap. Burning breath caught in your chest. Numb lips opened, closed and opened again. With no air to carry the words, you squeezed your eyes shut. Tears welled in your lashes.

“Hey… come on now.” His thumb hooked under your chin, lifting your head. “I wouldn’t make you my girlfriend if I wanted to kill you.” He patted your cheek. “You can move all you want in a minute. Just let me check something first.”

“Check what?” you whispered.

He snorted. “You’re the one that told me to Google it.”

Grabbing your other knee, Tomura pried your legs centimeter by centimeter. Scratchy hands scraped down your bare, inner thighs. Goosebumps prickled across your arms. By the time he’d butterflied you open to his hungry gaze, you felt the tickle and torn nails on sensitive skin. With a crooked finger on either side, he parted your lower lips, staring deep inside. He paused, shifting his body until the pale light of the dual monitors drove away the shadows. You stiffened when one pointer tapped the tacky tissue.

“Should have known,” he muttered, sitting back on his haunches. “The color isn’t right and you’re not wet.”

Your face caught fire. “You actually Googled the receptive period signs?! Seriously?!”

Shigaraki ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “Guess it was too much to ask for a high spec target like you to give me beginner mode, huh?”

High spec, huh? Okay.... Bonus points for that, crusty boy.

“Beginner… mode?” You puzzled over the word for a moment before a startling conclusion slammed into your brain. Sweat beaded down your neck. Your words stumbled out. “Wait… I knew you were bad with girls but… are you… are you really a…?”

Tomura scowled at you, scratching his neck. “So what? You gonna look down on me or something?”

Oh… so… you let touch starved, crazy, virgin stick his dick in you? Your mind whirled, quickly calculating what fresh hell you had brought upon yourself.

public static void calculateChanceOfEscape(int levelOfCrazy, boolean isFirstLove, int qualityOfPreviousBlowjob){int abilityToEscape =0; if (isFirstLove==true){ int touchStarvedFactor = qualityOfPreviousBlowjob*2; abilityToEscape= levelOfCrazy*touchStarvedFactor; } Else{ abilityToEscape = levelOfCrazy*10; } int chanceOfEscape = 100 - abilityToEscape; System.out.println("Your chance of escape is "+chanceOfEscape+ "%"); } public static void main(String[] args) { calculateChanceOfEscape(10, true, 10); } CalculateChanceOfEscape(levelOfCrazy 10, isFirstLove: true, qualityOfPreviousBlowjob 10);

…

Output - Chance Of Escape = -100%

Sweat beaded down your brow. Slowly, softly, you started to speak. “Hey… Tomura. I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

A hard hand slammed into the wall beside you. Crumbling paint dusted your shoulder. Bulging, bloodshot eyes stared into your soul. “Didn’t mean to what ?!”

Craaaaaaaappppppppppppp!

As you whimpered, his dead stare softened to a confused head tilt. “Oh. Wait. Of course you didn’t. It’s not like you can control what time of the month it is.” He broke into an eerie grin. “Ah… so that’s why you put me through that tutorial, right?”

…tutorial? What was he—?

“If I just do the things you had the player do in game, you should be able to warm up without any problems.” He cackled, ruffling your hair. “Geeze. Next time, just say something if you need me to grind first.”

In one sweep, Tomura slammed you down onto the mattress. Old springs squealed in protest as grey swirls over took your vision. Fighting through the ringing in your ears, you squinted up at him.

“Ooops. I’m used to going PvP with Tanks, but your build is more of a Glass Cannon, huh?” [8]

You groped for a hold on old, pilling sheets. Tomura shuffled between your legs. Five fingers plucked your bra strap. Warm breath fanned across your ribs. Dust tumbled from your body.

“You’re lucky I read a lot of walk-throughs.”

Pinky up, Tomura grabbed your breasts with both hands, squeezing the soft tissue with excessive force. When you whined, he lifted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Still too hard, huh?” he muttered, shifting himself against your bare core. “Right. I’ll lower the input then.”

Loosing his boney grip, he rolled his hands over your breast before raising them a few milliliters. Back and forth, his palm tickled across your skin. As your nipples began to harden, well chewed thumbs circled their tips. Pinching the nub between thumb and forefinger, he teased both sides of you into puckered peaks.

Electric pleasure clamped tight into already tense muscles. Your back arched. An airy gasp escaped.

“Oh? Like that, huh?”

Waves of pale blue tickled your skin. Sour breath wrinkled your nose. You tried to scoot out of his grasp. It was no use. One hand pulled away from your chest before clamping on your thigh.

“Kinda hot when you squirm for me,” he groaned. “Just no sudden movements, all right?”

Before you could reply, Tomura’s mouth engulfed the tip of your breast. Slow suction teased raw skin between his teeth. As sharp teeth trapped the taunt nipple, nimble fingers continued their relentless assault on the other side.

“Tomura—!” you yelped. “Time out! Time out!”

The man above you shivered. “You really expect me to stop when you say my name like that?”

“Seriously Tomu-AH!”

Frantic protests melted into an embarrassing moan when a moist tongue flicked over hot flesh. Your hands balled into the sheets. His head bobbed with each erotic suckle, leaving you writhing into musky bedding. His flat pillow felt crusty under your cheek. Like he was trying to eat you alive, Tomura nipped a bruising trail down your body.

“Tomura. Please,” you begged. “Please listen to me.”

He paused, resting his cheek against your inner thigh. Scratchy hairs from his five o’clock shadow scraped delicate skin. You shuddered. Whiney words slipped from dry lips as you stared up at him through tear -eyes.

“Not like this. This is too fast.”

Tomura scowled. “You need me to slow it down more?” He grumbled to himself, hitching your hips higher. “Fine. I guess you did it for me after all.”

His slick tongue dove between your lower lips. A needy gasp torn from your throat. Your hips bucked. Pinkies still raised, Tomura clamped down on your body, leaving deep dents in your thighs. His wide, flat tongue stroked from bottom to top in languid laps. When he reached the tender nub at the top, you jolted again. He paused and swirled over the area a second time. One whimper from you and a naughty grin slipped onto his face.

“Well, that wasn’t that hard to find.”

Electric pleasure shot up your nerves as cracking lips encircled your swollen clit. Every wet suck dragged the air from your lungs. Trembling legs clenched around his shoulders, burning him in a vice grip of quivering thighs. A moment's reprieve gave you just enough time to watch him flatten his tongue before redoubling his efforts. Time blurred. Errant thoughts caught in a cloud of lewd indulgence. By the time he pulled away, your drool stained his pillow.

Slowly staggering from the fog, your hazy focus drifted down to the man between your legs. Stray curses accompanied violent efforts to shed skin tight jeans. A vicious tug tore the tab off his zipper. With a feral snarl he slapped a hand to his newfound enemy, decaying the denim into a pile of ash. Ratty cotton briefs landed in a pile on the floor.

Tomura’s swollen cock bobbed against your mound, leaving a pool of sticky precum on your skin. He pumped himself twice, licking his dry lips. As the slick tip prodded your twitching entrance, a wave of panic slammed you back to reality.

“NO!”

Tomura caught your wrists. You clawed the air mere centimeters from his face.

“Condom!” you demanded breathlessly. “You have to use a condom!”

“Huh?” He wrinkled his nose. “Why?”

“Rabbits are induced ovulators, remember?” you stressed, pulling against him. “It’s the act that causes the egg to drop, not the time of the month!”

Tomura froze. Red eyes stared through you. “You… don’t… have safe days?”

“Yes! Exactly!” You sighed with relief, flopping back into the mattress. “Geeze. Don’t scare me like that. I thought I’d never get through to you.”

Wait. Why did your hands feel numb?

All at once, a bone chilling cold blanketed your body. You turned your head. Tomura’s fingers dug hard into your wrists. You tried to wiggle your fingers. The bones creaked against his ruthless grip. As you strained against him, his body started to tremble.

“Hey… Tomura? A-are you okay?” you whispered.

Glowing red eyes locked onto yours. Horrified, you watched as a hideous grin split his face from ear to ear. With a savage yank, he dragged your mouth to his. The ravenous kiss split your lip. You yelped. He lapped at the blood with a low moan. More biting than caressing, his embrace left your skin burning. Panting, he finally pulled away. Hot, sour breath fanned your cheek.

In an instant, the world turned upside down. Forced face first into crusty cotton, his filthy sheets stifled your startled squeak. You climbed to your elbows, only to be yanked backwards into his boney lap. Tomura hurriedly shoved his shabby pillow underneath your body. As soon as you were properly propped, he grabbed your hips with bruising force. He leaned over your body, pinning you with his weight.

“So,” he rasped in your ear. “If I knock you up, you’d have to stay with me right?”

Your heart screeched to a halt.

“Wait. No.” Dark chuckles poured from his chest. “You’d want to stay with me, so I can take care of you.” He buried his head against your spine, grinning madly into your back. “I don’t dislike that idea.”

“Wait a second! That’s not what I—”

His moist cock prodded your entrance. “Doesn’t matter what you meant. You put the idea in my head.” Sinister giggling shook both of you. “You better take responsibi~lity. ❤”

With a hiss, Tomura sunk himself inside you. Traitorous folds, soft and pliable from his earlier attentions, parted easily with each stilted thrust. Terrified to struggle one finger too far, you went limp in his hold. It did you little good. Clamped down tight on the wings of your hips, Tomura dragged your listless body further and further along his shaft. Slimy drool spilled from cracking lips, weaving a cold, tickling trail down the side of your ribs.

“You feel so good,” he moaned.

Cheek pressed into the mattress, every pop of your spine left you gritting your teeth. His blankets balled in your fists. Tender nipples grazed the bedding, back and forth until the unmistakable tingle of pleasure rippled across your skin. The coarse cotton cover of his musty pillow clipped your clit. Raw friction burned your nerves.

When Tomura rutted against your deepest wall, you barely muffled your breathy shriek.

He reached down, turning your jaw. “Oh come on. Don’t be like that.” With a husky purr, he untagged the stray strands caught in the corner of your mouth. “I wanna hear them. The little noises you make just for me.”

You whimpered, twisting into the mattress.

With a snarl, he wrapped his arms around your chest and dragged you up onto your elbows.

“I said, I want to hear you,” he growled, grinding into your body.

You gasped.

“See? Not so hard, was it?”

Tomura slowed himself, taking long drags instead of bouncing beats. He pulled out to the tip. A crooked finger stretched your entrance open. His spongey head circled for a second, painting your skin with the mix of your fluids. The cold air battered your exposed core, sending shivers up your spine. He paused, trailing the digit down your cunt like an artist, admiring his work. Then, he plunged back in, stretching you over his length.

Slow thrusts pushed you back into the scraggly pillow. Tears rolled down your cheeks. With each deep dive, your aching clit grated against scratchy fabric. Crawling need clawed its way up your body, merging with the tingling at your breasts. Tense teeth parted as a strained whine slipped from your lips.

“Oh?”

He shifted forward, pressing you harder against the bedding. The next plunge strained against your walls, leaving you trapped between twin pleasures. Shaking knees buckled into the foam. Back arching, your cunt clenched tight around him.

Tomura sneered, bringing his full weight to bare on your back. “That’s it. Don’t think. Just focus on how good it feels to be full of my cock.”

Tangled in his vice grip, there was nothing you could do but accept his pace. Languid teasing turned into firm friction. Tomura groped for your breast. Boney fingers rubbed hard circles into your sensitive nub. Wet, erotic clicks from between your legs laid the backbeat of a blissful melody. The world slipped away until only desperate need filled your every thought.

“T-Tomura.” You squirmed under him, toes curled in the air. “Ah— So close... I…”

“Do it. Come on my cock.” He panted in your ear. Teeth gnashing, he clutched you tight. “Wanna feel you milking me. Hah… Taking my cum so deep.”

Ice flooded your veins. “Stop!” you begged, shoving against him with all your strength. “Please, stop!”

He grunted, his movements speeding inside you. “Couldn’t—ha! Even if I w-wanted to.”

“No! ” you shrieked, clawing at the blankets. “Pull out! Take it out, Tomura!”

Locking himself cheek to cheek, he canted his pelvis to a steeper angle. Shallow, sharp pulses reverberated through your body, sending shockwaves of pleasure twitching through your flesh. His swollen head bore down on your front wall, dragging your puffy clit against his pillow. Swirling vision speckled as tipped over the edge.

“Ah… Gonna breed you.” He pounded into your hips. “Fill your cunt with my cum.”

With one last groan, Tomura’s cock pulsed, painting your insides with his release.

Quivering in his arms, salty tears dribbled down your jaw. You buried your face in the blankets. Wretched sobbing shook your frame.

“Hey now,” he purred, petting your rumpled hair. “It’s okay.” He rolled onto his side, yanking you into his chest. He squeezed you once before letting his hand wander to your belly. “I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it.”

You sniffled and loosed a bitter whine.

“It’ll be fine.” He shushed you like a child, tracing delicate circles across your belly. “We'll raise the kid, and then we can raze this whole society, together. After all, I want to give my girlfriend what she really wants.”

You stiffened in his grasp.

He pressed a scratchy kiss to your raw cheek before muttering: “Way more you than some tacky pink rock.”

🐇 ~Fin~ 🐇

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yuzukahibiscus · 1 year ago

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Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei-san Retirement Conference

(Source from Humming 83.5 FM 宝塚)

This is Tarui Miho.

On August 15 (Tue), Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei-san and Flower Troupe Top Musumeyaku Hoshikaze Madoka-san announced their retirement on May 26, 2024.

2 days before their announcement, they had the closing performance in the Takarazuka Grand Theatre on August 13 (Sun). In "Singing Lovebirds", we felt happiness from Yuzuka-san's Reisaburou and Hoshikaze-san's Oharu's smile; in "GRAND MIRAGE!", we saw how compatible the two were in their elegant and beautiful duet dance.

As the performances for the Takarazuka Revue 110th Anniversary were announced for next year, and when I thought that she would show us more dreams in this world from now on, she announced retirement.

The next day after the announcement on August 16 (Wed), she attended the retirement press conference in the Hankyu International Hotel.

Yuzuka-san became the Top Star in November 2019. Her Grand Theatre [Top Star] debut performance was delayed after 4 months and there were days that they had to adapt to the coronavirus. In these difficult circumstances, Yuzuka-san always wanted to deliver us those heart-fluttering times. She always has such a gentle gaze, and kindly approached our hearts.

In front of the golden panel in the press conference arena, what's placed in front of the table were white and Flower Troupe-coloured pink flowers signifying retirement.

Seeing Yuzuka-san appear at that moment, it was breathtaking to see her beauty! She came in with white pants, white suit, white inner shirt and had a great golden accessory [necklace] and white boots. It's a simple white pants and suit attire, but from the lines of her shoulders and chest and even the pocket, you can feel the delicate design and angle of this outfit. White outfits give a bright colour with a pretty cleansed feel to it, so doesn't everyone usually wear white a lot? But when Yuzuka-san wears white, you don't just see how beautiful Yuzuka-san is in white, but Yuzuka-san can also show how beautiful and sparkling the colour of white is✨

Yuzuka-san gives a calming smile that showcases such mild aura. Also, she has such a composed demanour that you almost can't feel too much weight from her presence.

Attending this press conference is Takarazuka Revue Chairman Takeshi Kiba and Yuzuka Rei-san. Chairman Takeshi began in the press conference by speaking about Yuzuka-san:

"Yuzuka had her debut performance in the 2009 Cosmos Troupe performance "Amour, it's something about..." as a 95th student and was assigned to Flower Troupe. She became the Flower Troupe Top Star in 2019. But after that, coronavirus occured, and her Grand Theatre [Top Star] debut performance "Haikara-san ga Tooru" was delayed for 4 months. Then later, amongst the difficult circumstances that performances suspended and there were even performances with no audience, she led the troupe as the Flower Troupe Top Star and fulfilled her important duty. From underclassmen times, she was acclaimed for her dance, and she delved deeper into the roles by singing and acting and showcased vibrant and intricate conviction in her performance on stage every time."

Yuzuka-san had been hearing what the chairman was saying, and nodding as she recalled the days of those difficult circumstances.

Then Yuzuka-san gave her warm words and began speaking:

"Everyone, I'm sincerely thankful that you are all assembled here despite the impact of the typhoon that may have caused great destructions. I am Yuzuka Rei of Flower Troupe of Takarazuka Revue. I'm truly grateful that everyone are gathered here in my retirement conference. Knowing that this time has come has felt once again real to me, that I am nervous. I am aware that there are things I may yet be able to deliver (due to my retirement), but I ask for your kind support from now on."

Yuzuka-san decided on retirement in February this year.

"I was raised well in the Revue, and I received love from so many people. Also since I've known only about Takarazuka Revue, and I am not only thankful, but also hope to stay that way [to know only about Takarazuka], yet I want to meet myself from the outer world that I haven't known, and that is how I decided on retirement."

It seemed like the thought occurred to her at an instance.

For everyone in Flower Troupe, she told them about the retirement the day before the closing performance in the Takarazuka Grand Theare performance of "Singing Lovebirds"/"GRAND MIRAGE!". And I could feel her love [to the members] from her words.

"From the expressions and gaze of every member of the Flower Troupe, their various views and thoughts reverberated and remained in my heart. I once again was so grateful that I was able to workw with these members. It was like having a one-on-one conversation when I announced that I would be graduating."

Yuzuka-san told her partner, Top Musumeyaku Hoshikaze Madoka-san of her graduation in late March around a month after she thought of retirement.

"This was during the rehearsals for "A Battlefield for the Two of Us". After rehearsaing for my parts, I told Hoshikaze about my graduation. Hoshikaze said, "If Yuzuka-san is going to graduate, please let me graduate along with you." So we decided to graduate together."

During this conference, Yuzuka-san doesn't make it look like she's answering questions, but as if she wants to converse with everyone, and you could feel her sincerity that she wants to talk about how she feels. That she isn't thinking a lot beforehand, but she's speaking whatever is on her mind in her honest feelings and words. And you could feel how she cares for everyone that has attended this press conference! Even towards reporters that sit at the way back, Yuzuka-san would try to lean closer and meet with the eyes of the ones asking, and responding elegantly and kindly with her small replies of "yes, yes" to the questions asked. I also felt how she has this amazing strength and inclusive energy that doesn't make people nervous. In this press conference, Yuzuka-san is probably too kind and graceful, that it felt like I was invited to Yuzuka-san's house for an after tea [party] that I had the chance to talk to her.

When asked about memorable performances and roles, Yuzuka-san said, "it's difficult!" with a smile and thought, "Every performance and every role is full of memories that I worked diligently and worked through every rehearsal for it, that each role exist like duplicates of myself. It's really difficult...hm...." That "hm" from her was really adorable💕

"What should I do...really for every performance, I cherished every scene in every musical and show, that they feel like my duplicates, but if I should give my answer..."Haikara-san ga Tooru", "Years of Pilgrimage", and also um.... ah "Top Hat" too haha.....AH "Boys Over Flowers" too...yes.....it's so difficult....to give an answer. But these are all dearly important performances for me. Sorry about that (LOL)."

Yuzuka-san held the mic with both of her hands and thought of the performances while looking into the ceiling. The expression is totally kyun-!💘 Also her eyelashes are long! Even if she's frowning a bit, her appearance of holding the mic with her long and beautiful fingers is nice✨

And about turning points:

"There are so many moments that I'm grateful for, so there are many turning points. Even though I feel so....hm....em....yes....uh... (LOL) There's so many memories so this is going to take a while (LOL)."

Then she mentioned the turning points in 3 performances. "The first is the 2015 Taiwan performance. When thinking about how the audience was watching us on stage, I thought about how I should present myself to let the audience feel the same. When I stood on stage, the Taiwan performance was one that changed my perspective of the distance performers have with the audience. Before, I used to think that I must only do things correctly or do them more correctly, but as I stood on stage for the Taiwan performance, those feelings were really memorable that I thought more of how I should create the stage to make it enjoyable for the audience, and how I want the audience to watch it, how I could make the audience smile more, so I'd say the first turning point is the Taiwan performance. The second performance is the leading performance of "Boys Over Flowers" in 2019. Even though this is also a work that I originally like, this felt different because as a musical, it's not just how to breath freely on stage in the performance that it's not a fixed step-by-step performance, it's also a production about enjoying those interactions for every single day, and hoping to embody myself in the role on stage.

You can see the beauty in Yuzuka-san's description that even the words she chose are so pretty! Sometimes, she'd put her hands to her cheeks or chest and using her hand to express what she wanted.

"Then the third one is the 2020 Grand Theatre Top [Star] debut performance "Haikara-san ga Tooru". "Haikara-san ga Tooru" is my second time performing it and either of them is a very significant performance, but my position changed since this was my Top [Star] debut performance in 2020, and the coronavirus also changed many things. If I have to talk about "Haikara-san ga Tooru".... haha...it's going to take 2-3 hours I think (LOL). As a performance, this was one that united our Flower Troupe members together, and also I time that I learnt and felt a lot, thus being an important performance. The debut performance was delayed for 4 months. When the novel coronavirus happened, the world is also in a confusing situation to udnerstand, and it's a situation where it's difficult to determine what's right or not. For theatre, this was also the first time the entertainment industry has faced this in such worry."

The host wanted to continue with "The next question is from..." but suddenly! Yuzuka-san said with an apologetic face like she's about to cry, "Ah, sorry, er...Fascination, Fascination is also a turning point....."

"This is not good! When I talk about it, many different things come to my mind. Because I really learnt so many things and was taught so many things, and was supported by many people. It feels like we should go for lunch [to talk more] right now? (LOL)."

People began laughing and the venue was filled with everyone smiling and laughing.

For me, I raised my hand mentally and thought, Let's go for lunch, Let's go!! 🤩✋💗

"The Fascination!" is a performance that Flower Troupe members learnt a lot. This is the debut performance with Hoshikaze Madoka-san [as the new Top Combi] and an important performance that we embarked on a new step. Phew...this is actually a really difficult question... (LOL)."

Even though Yuzuka-san is calm when recalling these memories, it seems that it is filled with many memories. Yuzuka-san speaks of these memories vividly as if they happened yesterday. As all of these happenings accumulate, these help hone her skills and mentality.

What is the otokoyaku that Yuzuka-san wants to pursue from now on?

"The strongest thing I want to continue pursuing is the male and personality that the directors envisioned that I could be able to embody such role."

Since Yuzuka-san has always played as a man on stage, she has always emphasized various methods of making people's hearts flutter and how to interact with others, creating a framework without gaps and enhances the persuasion, conduct, perspective and feeling of the role. And depending on the change of occupation, era, and the relationship with her partner, she has focused greatly on how to convey the persuasion of the role's presence on stage.

When answering, as if reacting to the word "otokoyaku", her voice became lower as she spoke.

What are Yuzuka-san's memories for Flower Troupe, she who has not been transferred to any troupe but has been part of Flower Troupe for 14 years ever since she was assigned in May 2009?

"Because I know nothing apart from Flower Troupe, my feelings for Flower Troupe are fonder than anyone! Knowing that I could be a part of the Flower Troupe 100th anniversary performance, I hope that the audience and to those who have built on Flower Troupe till this time, that they would all feel proud of this troupe called Flower Troupe. There were many times that I feel proud of Flower Troupe traditions passed down for many generations, and also inheriting the character and style of Flower Troupe. It is a great treasure that I could stay in Flower Trope. So I feel even more determined not to bring disgrace upon being a Flower Troupe member."

Seeing how Yuzuka-san says this calmly, I can feel that she is someone honestly facing the situations she is in and the mission she is given with.

During the coronavirus, Yuzuka-san has seen different situations than before, so I asked this question. With all these performances and things you've seen, are there any especially memorable things that stayed with you?

"After all I think most about the audience's faces right now. Also, I think about their faces and their various smiling expressions too. In that space that I could almost feel their words from the appaluse, even from the masks that I could feel their thoughts penetrate my heart straight and directly towards me with their shining eyes, I am really thankful for the audience's bonds with us, and I love that more than anything as I recall it now and it makes my heart throb."

Yuzuka-san and other Takarasiennes stood on stage and gave us hope and dreams in difficult circumstances. If you want to meet with the Takarasiennes, you can support them by going to the theatre. I feel that that's how we could clearly convey our feelings and they could understand us as such. I am grateful for Yuzuka-san's words.

Is there anything Yuzuka-san would like to say to herself who just entered the revue? to which Yuzuka-san smiled cheekily.

"Hahaha...You are going to be meeting amazing people You are going to meet many wonderful people, they are going to teach you a lot. And you are going to live with love" she replied with a smile.

When asking Yuzuka-san what Takarazuka means to her:

"Now, [Takarazuka] is my everything, and it is my youth. All this time has passed, and I was really taught a lot of things..." she paused and the corners of her eyes drop. "I have slanted eyes, but when I think about it, the corners of my eyes naturally droop and my cheeks rise. I realise the irreplaceable, lovely, important I have spent here. And I feel that this wonderful time will remain with me forever."

Then comes the conventional question... whether she has any plans for marriage:

"You really want to hear about that, don't you? If you don't listen to me, it'll be bad luck~ (LOL)."

She touched her left ring finger...

"There's nothing here today and I can't return with an answer, but for a moment I thought about wearing a rubber band (LOL). But I don't have the courage to try that. So yes, of course now I'm available." she replied cutely with a smile.

After responding to the questions, it's the phototaking time.

Usually it's just 2 simple poses for standing up and waving your hands, but this time we have 4 poses!

Apart from the simple standing up and waving hands pose, a male reporter said, "You mentioned "Haikara-san ga Tooru" just now" and Yuzuka-san quickly responded with a salute! "Ah~ You mean this♪" to which the male reporter felt satisfied, "That's great!" And you could hear so much camera shutter sounds📸

I felt that this was a dream and also pressed the shutter with my trembling hands...!

As if saying "thank you!" with her eyes, the venue started laughing again 😆

Yuzuka-san also enjoyed the phototaking time. Yuzuka-san's too-amazing salute pose made us enter the "Haikara-san ga Tooru" world again✨ As if you can see a cool and cute Ijuuuin Shoui right in front of you😍

Then, another male reporter requested, "Could you do a Flower Troupe...?"

It's probably because Yuzuka-san doesn't make anyone nervous, that there were these fun requests!

Answering to the request, Yuzuka-san became serious and asked, "Do you mind if I unbutton my jacket a little to do that?"🥰

I was so moved to see a Flower Troupe pose in front of my eyes! We tend to focus on the hands for the Flower Troupe pose , but she starts posing from how she stands on her feet! We have an outstanding, cool Flower Troupe pose from Yuzuka-san😍 Attending to the requests with her gaze, Yuzuka-san also checked and adjusted the angle of her feet and body, and she also changed her gaze at times.

When requested to do a cool pose, Yuzuka-san said, "I don't know how to do a cool pose (LOL)". What is Yuzuka-san talking about! She already captivated so many hearts here💘💘💘

The reporters in the venue gave her a great round of applause and Yuzuka-san left the venue.

As Yuzuka-san left, I could see that everyone was smiling like the blooming flowers 😄 In a 30-minute press conference, I feel like everyone in the press was captivated by Yuzuka-san.

I asked to Yuzuka-san again, for she often expresses her gratitude to the fans when given the opportunity, to leave a message she wanted to deliver to all the fans.

So she gives this final message.

"My gratitude is greater than anything else you can imagine now. More than anything, everyone's words, your presence and your applause, and anything that I have received in that space [of the theatre]…This is truly pale in comparison when I put it to words. I hope I could repay my gratitude to everyone on the stage little by little, that I will cherish and treasure this time to do my best. Before the day of graduation, I want to convey to the audience that I will devote myself to Takarazuka."

Here is the upcoming schedule for Yuzuka Rei-san.

Yuzuka Rei Special Concert "BE SHINING!–Glamorous Time–"

November 28 (Tue) ~ December 3 (Sun) Showa Girls' University

December 10 (Sunday) ~ Decmeber 13 (Wed) Kobe International House Kokusai Hall

"Takarazuka Specials 2023 Open the Future ~ To the future~"

Decemer 21 (Thu) ~ December 22 (Fri) Umeda Main Harts Hall

The graduation performance is "Arc en Ciel ~The Rainbow over Paris~"

February 9, 2024 (Fri) ~ March 24, 2024 (Sun) Takarazuka Grand Theatre

April 13 (Sat) ~ May 25 (Sun) Tokyo Takarazuka Theatre

Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei will graduate from the Takarazuka Revue on May 26, 2024.

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whirling-fangs · 10 months ago

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So I rewatched Yuukaku episode 9 for depression science reasons and I noticed something interesting :

When Inosuke uses the "Explosive Rush" in the battle against Daki, while Tanjiro and Zenitsu are covering him, he doesn't use his usual "kiba/fang" before the attack's name. He actually says "hachi no kata", instead of "hachi no kiba" as he would usually say.

The only usual occurence of this happens when he uses the seventh, "Spatial Awareness", which is always a "form" and not a "fang" (the wiki has that listed correctly too). I assumed that was intentional from Inosuke, because that form is the only part of Beast Breathing that isn't meant for attack, so it would make sense that he sets it apart from the rest. The eight one, however, ought to be always be fang because it's probably the most beastly one of all, where Inosuke rushes headlong without a care for the enemy's attacks.

So why would he call it a "form" here? Why would he suddenly revert to the word that every other slayer uses, when he's always so proud of being different from the rest of them?

I believe that it's all in the context. Never before has Inosuke so voluntarily entrusted his life to someone else, let alone to two humans. At this very moment, Inosuke entirely lowers his guard so he can focus on only one thing: attack, attack, attack. His life is out of his own hands.

He is one of them. He's a member of the Corps, he's a member of a crew. Zenitsu and Tanjiro are not only his underlings, they are his comrades. His trusted companions.

Inosuke doesn't feel the urge to set himself apart. If anything, he desperately, more than ever before in his life, need to belong. He's spent the entire battle hearing about their forms, and all of a sudden, when teamwork has never mattered more and he's launching an attack alongside his two best friends, simultaneously... he doesn't need to set himself apart anymore. And that's how his subconcious brings forth a form rather than a fang at this specific moment. He reverts to a fang right after, when he reaches Daki's neck.

Either that, or his voice actor got confused. We'll never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

EDIT: WE KNOW!!!!!

ITS NOT AN ERROR!!!! he says "kata" in the manga too ♥♥♥ the headcanon LIVES!!

i'm so sorry for doubting you matsuoka-san ;w; pretty much every translation I've found said "fang" sobs why would you erase this little tidbit!!!!

#inside the boar's mind / musings #[[you know what? putting this in the tags Because I Can #i lvoe him so much. he has SO much development throughout the series and everyone is sleeping on it!!!!!!!#look at him look at his little heart developing so much through this battle alone ;w;]]#kimetsu no yaiba #hashibira inosuke #kny #demon slayer

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dira333 · 1 year ago

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The Road not Taken - part 9

Shibi x female reader with a name - arranged marriage

Summary: Airi Nara seems a hopeless case, until her grandmother sets her up for an arranged marriage. But was marrying Shibi Aburame the right choice after all?

Character Sheet - Masterlist

Taglist: @sammieshuttle97

The room is starting to get blurry at the edges, a sign that you should get a snack in sometime soon.

But Takeo Lee is not a man of few words and he’s absolutely enamored with his grandson.

Eventually he releases the two of you from his conversational hold and you lock eyes with Shibi through the dark sunglasses. It’s surprisingly easy to see through them even this late at night.

He leads you over towards the snackbar that has now been cleared of food.

Had you eaten before hand, like Shibi had recommended in the days leading up to this celebration, this would be no problem at all.

But now nausea is creeping up your throat.

Chouza is just popping the last bite of Gyoza into his mouth, but you’re sure he’s got some hidden snacks. You only have to make it the few steps up to his table.

“Aburame-san.” Hiashi Hyuga steps into your way, adressing your husband politely while sparing you barely a nod of acknowledgement.

“Hyuga-san.”

“I’d like to have a word.”

“Of course, I-” Your left knee buckles and your hand on Shibi’s arm tightens as he’s the only thing holding you upright right now as the room’s spinning in front of you.

The next second a warm hand is shoved under your other arm.

“Airi, long time no see, come on, let’s have a drink.” Tsume is pulling you the other way. “Let the guys do their talking.”

“I’ll see you later.” You mumble into the direction you assume Shibi’s standing in.

It doesn’t take long to feel a seat underneath your legs, Tsume is on your right side, pushing something dry against your lips.

“Eat up.” You open your mouth and chew, trying not to gag at the awful taste of a regular soldier pill.

The effect is as sudden as needed. Your vision clears significantly and you realize you’re at a table sitting across some women you can’t really name. They are not Clan heads and if they are married to some it’s none of the noble Clans.

“What’s gotten into you?” Tsume asks with her usual lack of tact, “If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re pregnant.”

She’s never been one to talk quietly and even her whisper can’t be called one. One of the women at the other side of the table turns her head to listen and you hush your friend.

“I just didn’t eat properly. Like, at all today. There was too much work to do.”

“Sake?” Another waiter pops up.

“Oh, I shouldn’t.” You wave him off politely while Tsume takes one cup and downs it like a shot.

“Well. Shibi, huh?” She asks and you huff.

“Don’t start.”

“I’m not. I didn’t know you were into him. I just thought you’d tell me something like that.”

Guilt thrums through your insides.

You’d always been closer to Tsume than to Mikio but ever since Jurou’s death you had drifted apart. You knew she had problems with her husband but you hadn’t been in a state to help when it happened and you felt even more useless after that.

“How’s Kiba?” You ask. She grins, showing off her sharp canines.

“He’s great. Too much energy for one but the dogs keep him busy and I’m just thankful he loves bathtime. I’d never get him clean otherwise.”

She leans in, her eyes locking onto yours.

“You’ve got one too now, I’ve heard. Wanna set up a playdate?”

Shibi returns to your side as quietly as he does all things.

His Kikaichu arrive first, three of them landing on your left knee.

Then, his hand, resting softly on your shoulder as if to check you for injuries.

“I’m feeling better.” You tell him with a shy smile. He nods.

“If you want, we can go home. Why? All important topics have been discussed. From now on there’s only drinking and dancing.”

You laugh and get up slowly.

“You seem to read my mind. Tsume, I’ll see you Saturday?”

“You bet.” She’s toasting you with another cup of Sake, who knows where she got it. “Shibi? Take care of her or I’ll hurt you.”

He nods, as if taking her threat seriously and his arm is under your hand in a second, steadying you gently.

“Let’s go home. Do you want to get something to eat on the way?”

“On the way?” You ask, surprised by his offer. “What do you have in mind?”

“There’s a Ramen place not far from here. I think you should eat something warm before heading to bed, but you’re the medic.”

You nod one last goodbye in Shikaku’s direction and head out through the door, not noticing yet another look thrown your way.

“Something warm sounds good. Lead the way then.”

After a night of barely sleeping - thanks to the soldier pill - you’re thankful for the new week and the new shift. You get to start slow and eat a filling breakfast and lunch before leaving for work, knowing that Shino will accompany Shibi to the training grounds to watch the older kids train. His official training will start just after his fifth birthday but he’s started to show interest.

“Torune is the best.” He has told you. “And he’s not even in the Academy like Muta. Will I go to the Academy or stay home?”

The thought of having him gone for the day, to see him off to a room full of rowdy children, is still a little bit more terrifying than anything else.

But you will get there, somehow.

Kazue appears at the door of the changing room before you’re fully dressed. You only need one glance to know that she’s in a bad mood.

“Come with me.” She orders sharply and leads you to an examination room.

“Lay down.”

“Why?”

Her eyes are cold and hard as she tries to stare you down.

“Because I had to learn about your pregnancy from someone else and as your employer I deserve and need to know how far along you are.”

You would have laughed if not for the tension in the room.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Aburame-san?”

You’ve known Kazue long enough to know that she only addresses you formally when she’s really pissed off.

And maybe it’s the less than stellar night rest that you’ve had or the awful shift you’ve gone through yesterday or just the years and years of treatment you’ve had to endure by her hands, but something in you snaps, like a rubber band that finally breaks under the tension.

“I was hoping you were because that way I could forgo the formal complaint.”

“How dare you-”

“HOW DARE YOU?!” Kazue shuts her mouth quickly, surprise evident in her features. But with the dam to your emotions broken, all you can do is let it out.

“Even if I were pregnant, which I am not, you have no right in the world to force me into an examination. Even if I were pregnant, which again, I am not, you have the right to be informed when I am past twelve weeks, like everyone else. I have the right to refuse you information or services when I feel that they are jeoparding my health but here I am, working a thirteen hour shift for you without any breaks, any food and barely anything to drink, because if I don’t, you’re threatening my employment status.”

“Because yes, Kazue, if you start working at 5 in the morning and get out at 6 in the evening, that’s thirteen straight hours of work which has been forbidden ever since Tsunade worked at this hospital ten years ago!”

“You don’t have to work here if you don’t want to.” She tells you haughtily and you laugh. You laugh but there’s no humour left in it.

“Oh, I don’t? You’re telling me I don’t have to work when I don’t get to take a day off because ‘We need you here, you can’t just take time off?’ or ‘Think of the others! You can’t just expect them to drop everything because you need a day off.”

You pull your scrubs over your head and drop them unceremoniously on the floor.

“I quit.” You tell her. “I’m a mother, I’m over the age of 25. I can retire whenever I want. I just never did because I love helping others but you make that impossible.”

You turn around to leave but not before throwing one last comment back at her.

“Expect the Hokage to hear about this.”

When you step out of the hospital, adrenalin still thrumming under your skin, Naruto bounds up to you.

“Doctor-san!” He greets you, cheeks red from the cold. He’s wearing the orange set you knit him and you drop down to meet him at eyelevel.

“Naruto, hi! How are you?”

“Hungry!” He tells you without shame. “We had lunch like, sooo long ago.”

“Hm, I guess. Are you out with Iruka?”

“No, he’s on a mission. But I’m allowed to be out alone.”

You swallow a tight knot at his words. It’s not so much that he’s allowed, but that the orphanage either does not care enough or has not enough workers to keep an eye on him.

“I’ve got a Bento Box filled with good stuff and I can’t eat all that. Do you want it?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to come over to eat? We could go inside where it’s warm.”

“Do we have to?” He asks, bounding up the streets next to you.

You swallow a sigh, resigning yourself to even more hours outside in the cold.

You still hadn’t warmed up properly from your training in the morning and pulled your thick new coat tighter around you.

“Sure.” You agreed. “I’m sure Shino would like some company.”

It becomes very clear how wrong that assumption of yours is when Shino catches sight of Naruto. His brows furrow even more and his lips draw into a tight line.

“Hey.” You let go of Naruto’s hand - the only thing holding him back from sprinting after an animal he’d heard disappearing into the woods.

“Shino, this is Naruto. I used to help at the orphanage where he lives. Naruto, this is Shino, my son.”

“Hi.” Naruto’s eyes are already moving past him, unable to focus on anything for too long. “Wow, that’s a cool bug!” He’s not one to point, rather he’s already there, picking the giant bug from the treestump.

“That’s mine!” Shino wails, trying to get it back. You fear the worst and rush over, hands outstretched just in case.

And it’s the right decision, because Naruto drops the bug directly into your hands.

The thing, a deep blue bug roughly the size of your thumb, reacts on instinct - and bites down.

The curse word you let out is one neither Shino nor Naruto seem to have heard before and they look up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“What does that mean?” Naruto asks first.

“That means that we don’t play rough with animals here. Shino, Honey, is it poisonous?”

“Not much.”

You sigh and hold out your hand to him, the bug still firmly attached to the skin stretching between your middle and ring finger.

“Can you ease him off, please?”

As Shino uses his Kikaichu, you can hear the sound of footsteps approaching you.

Sure enough, Shibi turns the corner, his coat covered in snow where the kids have managed to hit him. The fact that they even got close enough tells you about their talent.

“You’re home already?” He asks, surprise evident in his voice. “And you brought Naruto?”

“I’ll tell you later.” You promise. “I was on my way home when I met Naruto. Iruka is out of town and it’s freezing outside, so I thought I’d invite him over.”

“I don’t want him here.” Shino exclaims loudly, not caring that Naruto can hear him. “Why? He does not know how to treat animals properly.”

“And you stink!” Naruto exclaims with even more fervor. “I don’t even wanna play with you!”

“I don’t stink.” Shino turns, the bug in your hand forgotten for a second. “If anyone stinks it’s you. Why? Even I can smell you and I don’t have a nose like the Inuzuka.”

“I-” Naruto starts but your voice cuts him off.

“Stop it! Both of you!”

They turn, surprise covering their faces. You rarely use a stern voice when talking to children and you can’t remember ever having needed it when handling Shino before.

“First, we’ll get that bug off my hand and treat the bite. Then, we’ll get something to eat because no one’s in a good mood when they’re hungry or cold. And lastly, I don’t want to hear any insults. We can talk about this kind of thing without insulting anyone.”

They’re both quiet after your words, looking away from each other as they sulk. You sigh and raise your hand to show it to Shibi.

“I got bit. Can you help me?”

“Of course.” He picks the bug off your hand with an experienced gentleness and carefully hand it over to Shino. “Please take care of him.”

Shino nod and pulls out a little plastic box with holes in it and puts the bug in, letting it all disappear in his pockets again.

“You should go back to training.” You tell Shibi, “I’ll take care of these two.”

“It’s mildly poisonous…” Shibi starts and you nod. “Will a paste made from antlerpowder and green tea be enough?”

“Yes, that will suffice.”

He looks at you in that way that always has you thinking he wants to be touched. But it’s difficult enough when it’s just Shino around and even more so when you fear that Naruto’s patience will run out soon.

You press a quick kiss onto his cheek, your aim a little bit off and almost meeting the corner of his mouth.

“Behave.” Shibi tells his son before he turns, the red of his cheeks barely covered by his high collar.

“Well, boys, you heard the Clan Head. We need to treat the bite and then we can get back out into the snow.”

Even though you make a point in sounding cheerful, the sinking feeling in your chest is growing. Shino plays with Shikamaru when he’s around, but he does it reluctantly.

Naruto, however, he does not want around at all.

“Don’t touch it.” He scoops up Okita as soon as the cat makes an entrance.

“Don’t eat that.” He slaps away Naruto’s chopsticks with his own, determined to keep all the Onigiri to himself.

Naruto is taking it surprisingly well by sticking to your side but that riles up Shino even more.

And you’re in the middle of it, pain pulsing through your hand that’s now bandaged.

When the food is consumed - Naruto is still ogling your fridge as if he’s hoping for more - you have enough of Shino’s poor behaviour and shoo them outside again.

“Shino.” You tell him, pulling him back a few steps. “I want you to have friends. But you’re behaving like you don’t care about that at all.”

But he’s too far gone into his grudge already, pulling away from you.

“Fine.” You lead them away from the house and to a patch of undisturbed snow. In the spring, vegetables will grow here but now there’s just open space.

“Snowball battle. The two of you against me. No use of Kekkai Genkai’s.”

Shino frowns. “But-”

“If I’d use my shadow’s, you’d have no chance.” That’s a stretch. You’ve seen him work his Kikaichu before, but it spurs on his competitiveness.

It takes them a few tries, a few failures of snow landing smack in their faces, before they get the hang of working together, approaching you from both sides.

By that time, Toshiko’s coming out of her house, exaggerating her role as ‘your hero and saviour’ trying to help you beat the kids.

In the end, the kids beat the two of you - not that there’s really a score - and you raise your hands as you ask for mercy.

“This was fun.” Toshiko groans from the ground where Naruto’s still rubbing snow into her face. “Will you let go of me now?”

Naruto eyes her for a moment, the gears of his brain visibly moving.

“Do I get something for that?”

She laughs. “What do you want?”

“Ramen!” He’s quick to decide and you laugh as you get up and pull Shino closer to you, dusting the snow out of his hair. He’s letting you, which tells you enough about his improved mood.

“What do you think, Shino?” You ask him, “Do you want Ramen?”

He shrugs, eyeing Naruto carefully.

You lean down and whisper into his ear.

“Naruto has to go home soon. We could get Ramen and walk him there.”

“We can get Ramen.” He agrees quietly and you nod, turning to Toshiko.

Originally you’d wanted to invite her as well but you can see the uneasiness growing in her face as she belatedly realizes who the kid is that she’s playing with.

“Muta’s probably coming back soon,” you offer her a way out, your heart breaking a little when she takes it.

The Orphanage sits on the outskirts of Konoha and despite the cold winds, there are still children running around outside.

Shino is quiet next to you as he watches.

“It was nice with you, Naruto.” You smile down at him and brush your bandaged hand gently through his hair. “Maybe we can do something like that again.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, maybe.”

And then he trudges back inside without another look back.

Seeing him like that, alone in the middle of so many children, used to that even at the age of four years old, is like a heavy weight on top of your heart.

It does hurt that he barely remembers you being there for him in his early years but you know it would be worse if he did remember it as clearly as you, knowing you’d not be able to take him out of this place.

Shino pulls at your hand.

“Can we go home?” He asks.

“Yeah.” Your voice is thick with emotion as you turn away from the orphanage and Shino looks up at you.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes. Why? Because it makes me sad that Naruto has no mother or father that can love and hug and play with him like I do with you.”

Shino considers that for a while, shuffling next to you through the streets in silence.

By the time your own thoughts are slowly turning back to other things, he speaks up again.

“I don’t like playing with him. Why? He is very loud and wants to move all the time. But if you want to play with him a little bit, you can bring him over.”

“Really?” You ask, your voice light with hope and surprise.

“But not too often.” He tampers down your excitement. “He’s loud.”

-.-.-

Shibi’s on the way back to his house when they appear.

There are three of them, the white of their Anbu masks blending into the snow..

He recognizes the wispy white hair of the youngest but doesn’t address him by name.

“You are trespassing on Aburame Ground.” He calls out calmly, a handful of Kikaichu already making their way towards his home to check on you and Shino.

One of the Anbu stretches out his hand and catches them, crushing the Kikaichu in his fist.

“There’s no need for that.” He says with a voice that leaves no room for arguments. “We just need you to come with us.”

“I merely wanted to alert my wife and son that I will be home later than planned.”

“They are not home.” It sounds like a threat if Shibi has ever heard one.

“We just need to bring you in.” The white-haired boy says, his voice a hint warmer than that of his comrades.

“Fine.” Shibi looks at the Hatake as he speaks, because who else could it be. “Lead the way.”

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