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itadorisgf · 4 years ago

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Hello! I dont know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first promt. Thankyou!

— fushiguro megumi + touching you to get your attention

⤷ anonymous asked: Hello! I don't know if your event is already full or not because your last update was a few hours ago. If it still has a slot for one more, may i please request megumi touching you (not in a sexual way, just like platonically / romantically) to get your attention? I think this was from the first prompt. Thank you!

note: this turned into a whole fic…the part where gumi touches you to grab your attention is rather brief, but i still hope u like this!!

ft. fushiguro megumi

warning: gn!reader, second-year!reader, fluff, blood, pre-relationship so pining!reader

⤷ the flower shop

You are going to kill Gojo-Sensei.

Your mouth flattens into a tight line, brows pinching together to form a deep crease, as your grip on your phone tightens. The bright image pulled up on the screen of your handheld device is the cause for your ire. It’s one of a series of images that Gojo-Sensei has sent to your group chat with your fellow Second-Years of Fushiguro Megumi looking worse for wear. Though the images are all rather blurry, you can clearly make out the injured state Fushiguro’s in: his uniform is dirtied and his face is scraped up with what looks like fresh blood streaming down from his hairline. You’re sure Maki will get a kick of Fushiguro getting his ass handed to him, but you’re more concerned about Fushiguro’s current physical state.

He must not be too severely injured if Gojo-Sensei is texting you Second-Years pictures of Fushiguro all beaten up. This should help alleviate your stress, but it doesn’t. Your gut still churns uncomfortably at the thought, at the image, of Fushiguro injured, seriously or not.

You exit the images to view the chat. You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text message, which accompanies the many pictures he sent of Fushiguro.

Gojo-Sensei: Look who got beat up!!!

As a teacher, he really shouldn’t sound so thrilled at the prospect of his student getting injured, but then again, Gojo-Sensei’s not exactly a respectable teacher in your eyes. Your eyes scan the rest of the messages from your classmates. Given the time difference, you would guess that Yūta is most likely busy with his day right now all the way on the other side of the world, hence his lack of response. You make a mental note to shoot him a text soon and check in on him. You know Yūta well enough to know that he’s probably running himself ragged. Toge’s in the middle of a mission right now, which only leaves Panda and Maki available to reply to Gojo-Sensei’s message.

You were correct in your assumption that Maki would be pleased with the pictures, her text asking if Gojo-Sensei managed to get a video of Fushiguro getting beat up. Panda echoes that sentiment by responding with arrows pointing upward underneath Maki’s text. Your thumbs hover over your keyboard, contemplating if you should reply or ignore the chat.

“Is Fushiguro alright?” You hit send before you can overthink and toss your phone onto your nightstand. When your phone loudly pings, you scramble in the dark to grab it, unlocking your phone to view the response. You flip onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a loud muffled groan.

Maki: Aw, are you worried about your lover boy?

You should’ve never confided in Maki about your small crush on Fushiguro. Well, it’s not like you were the one to bring it up. When Maki had casually slipped into your conversation that it’s gross how much you resemble a lovesick puppy around Fushiguro, you were taken aback and attempted to refute her observation. However, your best friend knows you like the back of her hand and bluntly stated that it’s obvious you’re pining for Fushiguro. You winced when she told you that. Was it really that obvious? The pointed look she gave you in return confirmed that yes, it was that obvious. Luckily for you, Fushiguro is one of the densest people you know when it comes to the realm of romance so to your knowledge, he’s still completely clueless to your feelings.

Your classmates all know of your feelings for the First-Year, but they don’t meddle in your love life. The most they do is tease you or give you knowing looks, which you brush off as quickly as you can while you try to rein in the resulting heat that floods your face. No, it’s not your classmates you have to worry about. It’s your idiot of a Sensei who has nothing better to do with his life than to concern himself with his students’ love lives despite being the strongest Sorcerer there is. If you could, you’d sock him right in the gut for the number of times he’s attempted to push you and Fushiguro together. The awkwardness that came from those experiences still makes you want to crawl into a hole whenever you think about it for too long.

The vibration of your phone in your hand draws you out of your thoughts. You grimace when you read the text message.

Gojo-Sensei: Don’t worry!!!! Your lover boy is alright, but I bet he’d feel better if you checked in on him. ;)

You can clearly envision Gojo-Sensei’s glee on the other end of the phone. The man feeds off of embarrassing his students. You opt not to respond anymore, clicking out of the application and turning off your phone. Gently placing your phone onto your night stand, you tug your comforter up to your chin and close your eyes for the night.

Perhaps, you will check in on Fushiguro later.

“Oi, quit zoning out.”

You groan in pain when Maki sharply jabs you in the stomach with the end of her wooden bo staff. She gives you an unamused look when you toss a harsh glare her way.

“I’m not zoning out,” you mutter, readjusting your grip on your respective staff to continue the light sparring session you and Maki are engaging in. She doesn’t bother to restrain herself from rolling her eyes as she counters your strike, easily knocking your staff out of your hands. You’re quick in your attempt to grab your staff again, but Maki cleanly sweeps your legs out from under you, sending you crashing face first in the dirt.

“Right, and Mai and I have a wonderful relationship,” She sarcastically says, digging one end of her bo staff into the ground and leaning her weight against it. “He’s fine, you know? You shouldn’t worry so much about him. You should be more worried about me kicking your ass.”

You loudly whine when Maki brings him up and flop onto your back to gaze up at her. “Who said I’m worried about Fushiguro?” You childishly huff, propping yourself up and leaning back onto your forearms. Your expression scrunches up in distaste as dirt uncomfortably sticks to your sweaty skin.

Though you’re attempting to deny it, of course, you’re worried about Fushiguro. Although Maki already knows how you feel about the First-Year, you’d rather skirt around the subject and pretend that you’re much better at hiding your emotions than you actually are.

“Who said anything about Fushiguro?” Maki innocently cocks a brow, but smirks to herself as you murmur a low fuck underneath your breath. Damn, you walked right into that one.

“I hate you, you know that?” You deadpan, staring straight into Maki’s eyes.

“Yeah, I hate you too.”

The corner of your lips twitch up into a hint of grin as Maki offers you a hand, pulling you up onto your feet.

You wrap up your training session not long after that since Maki claimed that she didn’t see the point in continuing to spar if you’re not going to give it your all. “There’s no fun in beating someone over and over again,” she sighed as you were knocked to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time that day. You gave her a half-hearted glare in response to that comment.

Freshly showered, you’re now lounging on one of the benches placed near the dorms, occupying your time by scrolling through social media. You try to convince yourself that you’re hanging around outside because you want to enjoy how nice the day is, but you, and everyone else, know better. Fushiguro, and presumably Gojo-Sensei, should be coming back from their mission soon. Although you know that Fushiguro wasn’t seriously injured, you also know that the tight coil of worry in your stomach won’t go away until you see it with your own eyes that Fushiguro is, indeed, okay.

“Senpai?” The sudden noise startles you and you scramble to sit up straight. You unconsciously smooth out the creases in your clothing as you meet the eyes of the person who called you.

“Fushiguro,” you breathe out, relief heavily laced in your voice. You push yourself off the bench to stand on your feet and quickly scan his form for injuries, brows furrowing when you see the numerous bandages littering his face. It’s only when Fushiguro shifts underneath your intense gaze that you realize how long you must have spent staring at his face. Great, now he’s going to think you’re some sort of creep, you think to yourself. “H-how are you feeling?”

You internally wince at your slight fumbling over your words. You’re just glad nobody else is around to witness this encounter, Gojo-Sensei and Maki would find way too much delight in your distress.

Fushiguro brings a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. A hint of redness seeps out from underneath his bandages, staining his cheeks, as he reflects on how badly his simple retrieval mission turned out. He’ll leave it up to Gojo-Sensei to explain to your class about Itadori and how he’s Sukuna’s new vessel. He wonders how you all will take it.

“I’m fine, Senpai,” he replies, grimacing as the pads of his fingertips run along the gauzy material of the bandage firmly wrapped around his head. Heat floods his cheeks when he looks up to see the genuine concern in your expression. Fushiguro’s thankful that the bandage on his cheek manages to partially conceal the flush of his skin. “Really.” He adds on for extra emphasis. You still look unconvinced, but you nod along as if you actually believe Fushiguro’s words.

“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried about you when Gojo-Sensei sent us those pictures of you all bloodied up,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“You were worried about me?” Fushiguro questions with a slight raise of his brow.

Oh fuck. For a moment, you say nothing: frozen completely still as your brain attempts to process the fact that you just told Fushiguro, to his face, that you were concerned about his well-being. Maybe, he’d interpret your words in a friendly way. Perhaps, he would think that you were just being a good upperclassman and looking out for him. If you were lucky, Fushiguro would think nothing of your comment.

“Senpai?” A sudden weight on your shoulder pulls you out of your internal panicking. Fushiguro’s hand lightly rests on your shoulder as a concerned expression lies on his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Fushiguro,” you assure him. There’s still a slight frown in place, crinkling the bandage stuck on the corner of Fushiguro’s mouth. You inhale deeply in order to muster up as much courage as you can for what you’re going to do next. “I promise.” Your voice softens as you gently place your palm over the back of Fushiguro’s hand.

Fushiguro stills underneath your touch and you have to restrain yourself from giggling at the intense redness that floods his cheeks. His flush deepens even more when you find yourself unable to completely suppress your amusement, your quiet laughter filling the air. He’s quick to draw his hand off of your shoulder to rest by his side.

“Good. I’m going to go rest in my dorm now. See you later, Senpai.” His words nearly slur together with how fast Fushiguro spits them out. You don’t even have the opportunity to say goodbye in return as Fushiguro swiftly turns around and rushes inside of the dorm building.

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered, you muse. A silly grin crosses your face unconsciously as you attempt to sear the image of Fushiguro blushing into your memory. Maybe, your feelings aren’t as unrequited as you think.

“Ah, young love.”

You jolt, spinning around to face the owner of the voice. Your grin falls as soon as you make eye contact with the individual.

“Gojo-Sensei,” you deadpan. Your brow twitches in annoyance at his elated expression. Knowing him, he probably eavesdropped on your entire conversation with Fushiguro. “If you took any pictures or videos, I am going to kill you.”

His grin only widens at that.

“Too late.”

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emyluwinter · 4 years ago

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Salt II part.

Since we have returned the event with the bride, I will write a couple of excerpts.

Yuu looks at the time on his watch on the chain, then looks at the ghosts. - I am a very patient person. Do not rush to think about your behavior.

Yuu takes out a book and starts flipping through it. - No....This doesn't fit...it's not the same either.

Idia -a..Yuu what are you doing?

Yuu quite calmly without taking his eyes off the notes - I'm looking for rites of repose or the expulsion of evil ghosts.

One of the ghosts - Hey!!We are not evil!!Who is really the villain here, so it's you!!

Yuu frowned with displeasure and stared at the ghost - Oh, really?Maybe this is your favorite princess?She cast a paralysis spell on my friends and senpai. Just because she didn't like them, leaving them lying on the floor. They only wanted to resolve the situation, and you treated them so ill-mannered. To your delight, they did not hit their heads and were not injured, otherwise I would have spoken to you differently.

Jack is taken aback by this behavior of their friend. He had never seen Yuu so much in a passive rage that was well contained. - I've never seen Yuu like this.

Cater curiously looking at the first-year student and remembering something - Hey, Deuce-chan, I thought you said that Yuu is under the guardianship of the school, right?

Deuce - yes, that's right. Since Yuu are minors and their families are not here,they need a guardian. But I don't know the details.

Cater thinking out loud - And you don't think so...that Yuu could be Crowley's illegitimate child or something?Their character when to be angry is even more terrible than that of the director.

All the "victims" of a slap suddenly become very quiet, as if this thought has reached them.

Trey is surprised by this thought - and that would explain a lot!

Azul snorted and pouted that it wasn't true, and he was already making plans - the Director doesn't have children, I would have known about it.

Vil grinned - who would doubt your slippery schemes.

Azul dramatically - aaaah, you break my heart with your cruel words.

Leona realized something and growled loudly - wait a minute....HEY HERBIVORE!!Where the hell did you get the forbidden records about the rites??

Yuu turned around and tilted his head in puzzlement - huh?I'm not from here, I have access to all the knowledge that is there in the library. I need to find a way to get home. The director will definitely not do this, after all.

Everything - and you can't argue after all.

Yuu crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair. They can safely search for information while the ghosts are in the "salt trap" and they control the situation - As long as I find this way,I will survive all these ghosts...burning of objects or bodies. Where the hell am I going to find them for you after 500 years?!?Are you kidding me???

Yuu flips through the book further, trying to find at least something.

- ah...here...Ritual...and..that's not a bad option...so for this you need..

Freezes looking at the line and quickly closes the book - Boys, I have a problem. ..............

- What is it?

Yuu tiredly rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers - In this ritual it is indicated that it is absolutely necessary to need.....the consent of the ghost. And after what I've done here, they won't even agree at gunpoint.

Jade - why is Prefect-san so pessimistic? If you play everything correctly, the gun will be a very serious argument.

Floyd - or squeeze them until they stop whining from the pain.

Yuu turns around in complete confusion and looks at Jade and Floyd - What the hell are you two doing..

Azul smirking smugly - this is secret information.

Yuu pretended that he didn't hear anything - let's say I didn't hear it...Let's get back to business......what to do with ghosts. If everything is left like this, I'm afraid they will become a serious problem.

Vil-as if they are not such now.

Yuu is worried - Now is not the worst thing...I read that they eventually go crazy because they can't rest...and they start killing people. And considering that they all so happily perceive the" death " of Idia-senpai for this abnormal marriage....how to say it....this is the first alarm bell. Yes, some cases live quietly for several tens of centuries and do not really bother someone, well, maybe they are a little dirty..a difficult task I need more time to come up with a plan or solution.

Idia is confused - I don't even know how I should react... the fact that you are aware of what is happening so much about ghosts and take it so seriously or be glad that you want to save me.

Yuu is very serious - They kicked me out of the Idia dorm. No one dares to come to my house and kick me out!!

Idia - Well, after all, Azul did the same, in theory.

Yuu is embarrassed - he at least gave things to collect and offered a place to stay for the night, for a terrifying amount for me. But at least out of politeness, he offered. And these ghosts kicked me out like I was some kind of homeless person!!No conscience!!

Azul quickly added - And would have agreed to sell Onboro, now you would not have been so worried!!You would at least rent out a large part of the building, it is still empty!!

Yuu is dumbfounded and taken aback - Seriously Azul?!?Now?!?Again??

Azul theatrically posing as a victim - You can't imagine how this thought haunts me and I can't sleep at night!!And you are stubborn!!

Leona - if I could move, I would shut up this octo-punk.

Cater exhaling heavily and giggling awkwardly - Azul is incorrigible.

Yuu covers his face with his hands - why do I always have to deal with this...

Deuce realizing-wait.......but the college is full of ghosts!!!They can kill us at any time?!?

Yuu - congratulations, Deuce, you realized how dangerous it is. Seriously, this is not a college, but some kind of terrible Squeeze-or-Die challenge.....

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rainy-day-coffee · 4 years ago

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Hullo, Indigo-senpai! May I ask for some cute headcanons where Silver, Vil, Cater, Riddle, and Epel are dating the younger sister of Malleus please? (kind of like how he would react to each of them) thank you and sorry if sounds kind of confusing!

Ah goodness, this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time now;; I apologize for not publishing it sooner!

But awwe, this is a cute idea! I have a strong belief that Malleus would approve of anyone his sister chooses as long as they are happy together!

Malleus reacting to his sister’s boyfriend!

He approves immediately! You and Silver are childhood friends in a way. He finds it a little cute that you two were able to find love in each other.

Silver is someone Malleus spends a lot of time with, Silver is one of his knights after all. Because of this, he knows Silver works hard. His drive and motivation are something to be reckoned with.

When he isn’t around, he entrusts your safety to Silver. You may be well capable of taking care of yourself, but a little added protection hurts no one. Your boyfriend is always more than willing to oblige.

Malleus doesn’t approach Silver about your relationship, he knows there aren’t any ill intentions. However, he will go up to him and start up some more friendly conversations. He wants to establish a closer relationship with Silver, something beyond just a prince and his knight. Future brothers in-law aren’t supposed to be so formal with one another.

He chuckles to himself when he finds you and Silver around campus sometimes. You’re usually combing your fingers through Silver’s hair as he sleeps, his head comfortably resting on your lap.

Alongside Lilia, he’s watched Silver and you grow up into who you two are today. And although he may not know everything, he believes the love you hold for each other is pure.

Malleus knows Vil as someone who works diligently. He is an honest person and always strives for the best, in both beauty and brains. He’s definitely earned Malleus’ respect.

Whenever he sees your boyfriend, Vil always remains well-mannered and calm, a true gentleman if he’s ever seen one. When Vil comes over for family dinners, it’s never an awkward experience. The conversations flow smoothly like water.

Vil, like Malleus, has to retain a certain image in the public eye. Meaning, he can’t be openly affectionate with you, lest his fans try to do something. Malleus knows Vil treats you differently in private. He sees how happy you look when coming back home from a date.

Vil isn’t scared of your brother. He will remain polite as he always has, slowly approaching your brother more and more frequently. They get along well enough! It gets to a point where Vil even invites Malleus over for evening tea.

Malleus gives his stamp of approval! He knows Vil treats you just like the princess you are. You two make quite the power couple!

He doesn’t know Cater well personally, but based on what you and Lilia have said about him, he seems like a nice person. Malleus has only ever spoken to him a handful of times during their three years at NCR, he’s always rubbed him as the bubbly type.

He knows Cater is quite reliable! He was willing to help him get rid of those pesky people who were bothering him on Halloween. That’s just one of the many examples he has.

A little concerned about Cater’s smartphone addiction. He’s giving you enough affection....right? Cater will have a frustrated fae on his tail if not.

Will be absolutely delighted when Cater goes out of his way to get to know him! Malleus doesn’t expect him to do so of course, but he will be glad.

He’s quite astonished when Cater tries to show him how to properly use his phone. To think a device could be capable of so much. Maybe one day he’ll be able to understand this “social media” Cater speaks so highly of.

Overall, Malleus knows Cater is a good person. He hopes Cater treats you just as well as you treat him.

As he’s stated once before, Riddle holds all the knowledge and achievements befit for a king, the only thing he lacks is the actual status. Malleus has seen and heard how well Riddle conducts himself. Riddle isn’t the dorm leader of Heartslabyul and one of the top students at NCR for nothing.

He knows of Riddle’s anger outbursts. He’s only concerned because he doesn’t know Riddle that well yet. He’ll speak to you privately about it. Depending on what you say, he’ll confront Riddle or leave you to handle the matter yourself.

Overjoyed when Riddle tries to invite him over to Heartslabyul for private tea parties. He’s so happy to know your boyfriend is putting in the effort to get to know your family. At these little parties, they simply converse and enjoy the sweets Trey makes. The two play croquet every now and then too.

As Malleus begins to learn more about Riddle, he can confidently say he approves of this relationship. Seeing you two happily traverse through the world of love makes him happy in turn.

Malleus knows close to nothing about Epel. He only knows he’s a student that’s caught Vil’s attention.

Though he was a little scared at first, Epel reaches out to your brother, much to the surprise of Malleus. Epel would love for you to get along with his family, so he needs to put in the effort to get along with yours!

Malleus is stunned into silence the first time Epel slips into his country accent and his more “expressive” attitude. Poor Epel was terrified, he thought he would be banned from dating you right then and there. Once Malleus receives an explanation, he doesn’t mind it. From then on whenever Epel lets that side of him flow freely, the fae sees it as a sign of trust.

In the eyes of your brother, Epel is a wonderful young man. Not only does he work hard to achieve his goals, he doesn’t let fear weigh him down. He knows you two will continue to grow and learn from each other.

On a side note, he really hopes Epel leaves the invitation to his hometown on the table. That apple pie with vanilla ice cream his grandmother makes sounds absolutely divine.

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tatsumology · 3 years ago

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Cut from the Same Cloth

(Findin’ the spots where we’re similar and where we’re different is also kinda fun~)

This story comes from Koga’s 4* card from Adonis’s Feature Scout!

Season: Autumn (秋)

Location: Garden

Koga: I’ve finished preparing the soil, Kazehaya-senpai.

Tatsumi: Perfect timing; I just finished getting the water. Now we can start with the planting.

However, I was surprised when you said that we were going to mix the soil by ourselves. I assumed that you’d ask for store-bought soil.

Koga: The mixing process is an art and kinda fun, y’know~? Depending on the plant, ya need to use different types of soil.

Waitin’ ‘til you can see the results is a pain, but that makes the payoff even better when they grow up nicely.

Well, in some tricky cases I use store-bought ones, though.

Goin’ from the left we got some for the lettuce, then for the spinach and then the one for the broad beans. Which one are ya gonna do, senpai?

Tatsumi: Then I will take care of the lettuce.

Koga: Aight, then I’ll handle the spinach. You good with making it so whoever finishes first does the broad beans afterwards?

Tatsumi: Sure, I don’t mind. Shall we begin?

Every single seedling looks fresh and healthy. I can tell that you’ve been showering the plants in love.

Thank you for entrusting me with these seedlings.

Koga: We’re roommates, after all. And I also take care of the kitchen garden at Yumenosaki after all.

So when I heard you were also doin’ some gardening with Gardenia, I felt like I could vibe with ya a bit more.

Tatsumi: I’m honored you feel some intimacy between us. I’m also delighted to learn that we have a common hobby.

Oh my, where did these dead leaves… Ah, I see…

Koga: Hm, what’s up?

Tatsumi: I apologize, I got a little lost in thought there. I was thinking that it’s already autumn.

During this time, I would gather up the fallen leaves and roast sweet potatoes at my family’s church.

We still have some flowerpots left, so it would be nice if we could grow some sweet potatoes.

Koga: Too late now. If you want ‘em, you gotta wait ‘til next year. You gotta do it around May, y’know.

Tatsumi: Is that so? I wasn’t aware… You’re very knowledgeable.

I do know about how to water the plants, but back home we would only stock up from stores, so I’m afraid I am poorly informed about the cultivation itself…

So I’m glad I’ve learned new things from working with Gardenia, and also because of you.

Koga: Jeez, you don’t gotta go ''that'' far... But hey, can’t say I hate hearin’ it...♪

I was kinda curious ‘bout somethin’ you said, though. What’d ya mean with “stock up”? Did ya sell vegetables there?

Tatsumi: No, I didn’t mean it like that.

At our church we would regularly distribute food for the less fortunate people among us. We only used store-bought ingredients for that.

Koga: So that’s what ya meant.

Tatsumi: Exactly. I apologize for the confusion.

Koga: …‘M sorry about all the questions. Were there also people who weren’t in need of food and still went to get some at yours?

Did ya also treat those sly guys equally?

Tatsumi: Yes. Because we are all God’s children. —Amen

Koga: ….Hmm, ‘s that right?

(This world is swarming with people with broken consciences. Isn’t it stupid to care about all people unconditionally?)

(If ya care for the bad guys too, ya might just overlook the ones actually in need.)

(Or maybe ya really do gotta save everyone so ya don’t overlook anyone….? I don’t get it at all~)

(But whatever, this guy probably couldn’t even hurt a fly.)

(But if ya don’t take care of pests, they’ll ruin all our crops…)

If ya find any pests, hand those plants over to me. I’ll get rid of ‘em.

Tatsumi: Get rid of….. I appreciate your consideration, but it is not a problem for me.

I exterminate them by myself in Gardenia.

I do not commend taking the lives of living creatures. But it is impossible to live without killing anything.

That is exactly why I will always express my gratitude for my meals.

Koga: (He’ll still kill pests even though he’s a church boy? What kinda logic is that? I’m gettin’ this less and less~)

………

Tatsumi: …...You look as though you don’t quite understand this.

Well, that’s fine. Without expressing yourself fully, you won’t be understood properly. That is why missionary work exists.

Koga: Hmmm~ I do get the thing about being hard to understand, though. It’s why people tend to stay the hell away from rock music.

Tatsumi: Ahaha. I very much appreciate your words of consideration. You’re very kind. You don’t run away from different views, but instead try to meet halfway.

…...It looks like our work is done here. Thank you very much for your hard work.

As a way of showing my appreciation, I’d like to make you some blended tea from the herbs I grew with Gardenia, if you don’t mind.

Koga: Hmm, herbs huh. I start sneezin’ if the smell’s too strong though…

Tatsumi: Then I’ll change the blend to make it easier for you to drink.

This will take a bit of time, so please take a seat over there.

Koga: Aight, got it.

(...Kazehaya-senpai’s different from me in a lotta ways, like how he grew up and his mindset. I might never completely understand him.)

(But I also sorta relate to him in some ways. It ain’t like we’re totally different~ at least that’s what I feel like.)

Koga: (Findin’ the spots where we’re similar and where we’re different is also kinda fun~)

(And now that we’re roommates, I think I’ll try talkin’ to him more so I can get to know him better...♪)

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#trslt #oogami koga #kazehaya tatsumi #idol story

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twstwonderlandstuff · 4 years ago

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Kitten! (Ruggie / Reader)

‘How did it become like this?!’ You wailed in desperation slumping against a tree. Your cute whiskers sniffle and twitch at your discomfort.

Well, like how most accidents go, it started in the lab. You were tasked to work with Floyd, who dumped a bunch of contents into the cauldron without your notice. You’ll get back at him!!!! You swear!!!

…That is, if you can go back to normal because, in the current time, you’re a feline that could only meow, hiss, run and walk.

‘Hah…’ You frowned, letting out a sad meow. When you transformed, Floyd quickly scooped you up and threw you out of the classroom window. You’re sure Crewel scolded him (go get him, sensei!), but now your problem was getting back.

Not only are your surroundings unfamiliar due to your height, but it’s also extremely difficult to move with your newly gained body parts.

There are only tall, tall trees for you to see… that’s it!

You squared up, preparing to climb the tree. Maybe, if you’re able to climb then it’ll be easier to spot where you are---!

“What’d we got here…?” A familiar voice called, picking you up by the scruff. You sighed in relief, knowing that human language felt natural to your ears. Phew.

Your eyes met his grinning face. Cute!“Meow! (Ruggie-senpai!) Meow (Help me)!”

“Eh???” Ruggie’s eyes widened in surprise. “[Name]?”

You nodded frantically with your small head. “Meow meow meow, purr? (I accidentally became a cat, so could you bring me to Professor Crewel’s class, please?”

“Hmm…” He considered your question, tilting his head to one side, hand resting on his hip. He shook his head, to your dismay. “Meow meow. Meow-meow. (Nah, too much work. I gotta get this to Leona-san.”

“Meow! (Please!) Meow meow meow! (I’ll do anything, please!)” You desperately called. “Meow meow meow (Just help me!)!”

“Prr~? Meow meow meow, kitten. (Oh~? What an interesting offer you got there, kitten.)” He teased, tickling your chin. Just like a cat, you began to purr, much to his delight. “ Meow meow? Meow-meow? (Should I take you up on that? Just what can you do?)”

“M-m- purr… (I- I can-)” Any coherent words you were able to come up with were drowned by the purrs that sprung out of your feline body.

His lips quirked into a smirk as he brought you closer to his chest, hands moving to play with your ears, eliciting louder purrs from you. “Meow. Meow-meow. (Hah, sure, I guess. As long as you pay me double.)”

You don’t reply, too busy drowned in bliss. Is this what Grim feels when you scratch him?! No wonder he’s always demanding it! It feels so good!

He cradled you like a baby, one hand supporting your bottom as the other goes to scratch your feline features. Your ears, your tail, your chin… just about anywhere he could reach. Without your knowledge, your purrs ranged in volume, so loud purrs can be heard as you walked down the hallway with him.

Without your notice, his lips curved into a fond smile. Even as an animal, you managed to turn him into a gushy mess. Seriously, do you secretly have powers or something?

Unfortunately, good things don’t last long, so the saying goes, and you soon learn that when he stopped scratching you. You pouted.

“Meow meow. (Here we are, kitten,)” Ruggie replied, knocking on the alchemy door. “Crewel-sensei! I got somethin’ for you!”

“Enter!” With that remark, Ruggie threw you in, waving goodbye at you. “Gotta catch up to Leona-san! Catch ya in the gardens later, ‘kay? For my reward!”

You meow at him back, still blissed out from the scratches he gave you.

“There you are.” Crewel huffed, picking you up.

“Meow! Meow meow meow? (Crewel-sensei! Are you going to change me back?)”

“Meow. Meow, meow. (Of course. Here, drink this.)” He poured a potion of red into an evaporating dish.

You gave the potion a tentative lick. It’s sweet! You continued licking, and eventually…

POOF!

You changed back, in school uniform and everything.

“Hah, good.” Crewel nodded, crossing his arms. “Now, the things that you’ve missed...”

“Ruggie-senpai.” You called, approaching the hyena in Savanaclaw with a brown paper package behind your back. “Thanks for carrying me back! So, what do you need help with?”

“[Name]!” Ruggie replied, carrying a basket of laundry. “Shi shi shi, you’re gonna pay me back, aren’t ya?”

“That’s what I said.” You huffed, outstretching 1 hand towards him.“Now, come on, hand it to me.”

“Well, since you’re going to be so nice~” He grinned, placing the basket on you. He sighed, placing both of his hands behind his head.

He started to sniff the air and a grin split open. “Kitten, I think you got somethin’ for me?”

“Yeah. Here.” You handed him your package. “Donuts. For you.”

“S-seriously?” He looked at the package doubtfully. You quickly understand what’s going through his mind.

“Senpai, you don’t have to pay me back, sheesh.” You hit his face lightly with the package. “Just take it as my gratitude.”

“You sure?” He takes the bag hesitantly even if the aroma wafted through his senses wonderfully. “If ya say that, then-”

“Yes, senpai!” You insisted, scowling. “I don’t need any payment, I’m just thankful you saved me from being a cat, geez!”

Ruggie’s grin’s back, and he nudged your shoulders, happily opening the package. “Stop pouting. Ya can’t take that back, okay?”

“Yup.” You nodded firmly, doing as he said. Laundry basket in your hands, you walked out, Ruggie following next to you.

Looks like you’re going to have a long day (or two) ahead of you. Well, it’s okay.

You cast a glance towards the hyena boy, watching his tail wag happily and glistening eyes as he devoured the donuts with ease, making a mess of his hands.

It’s worth it to see him this happy.

You should spoil him more.

Yeah.

Maybe start by forcing Crowley to increase your horrible monthly allowance.

…

You should do that.

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hyenahunt · 3 years ago

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Jun Sazanami - Idol Story 2

Writer: Kino Seitaro

Season: Summer

Characters: Jun, Nagisa

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt

Nagisa: ...What I'm reading now is a long novel titled "In Search of Lost Time", written by Proust. Have you read it before, Jun?

[Location: Cospro Office]

Jun: ......

Nagisa: ......

Jun: (Man, this feels weirdly awkward...!)

(It's just me and Nagi-senpai here... Usually we either gather as all four members of Eden, or as the two of us in Eve.)

(So it's pretty rare for just us to be alone together like this.)

(It looks like he's reading some kinda complicated book, so I probably shouldn't try to make some awkward small talk or anything, right~?)

(Seems like I'm gonna have to wait here in the office for another half an hour, so maybe I'll just pick out some manga and do some reading too.)

(If I remember correctly, we've got some free manga lying around here from a collab we did — )

Nagisa: ...Jun. Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?

Jun: Eep!?

W-what's up, Nagi-senpai? Hearing you talk outta the blue made me jump a lil'.

Nagisa: ...My apologies. I didn't mean to startle you.

...It's just that you seemed to be concerned about me in some way. I simply wanted to apologise if I'd done something to trouble you.

Jun: Nah, you haven't done anything like that. I was just wondering what kinda book you're reading, really!

I'm not all that familiar with big books like that, so I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind telling me what it was...

Nagisa: ...I see. Come to think of it, reading is one of your hobbies, isn't it?

...I believe you mentioned in an interview that you read a lot whenever Hiyori-kun isn't around, or something to that effect.

Jun: Yeah, absolutely! Whenever Ohii-san's around, he's so noisy that it's impossible to focus.

So I read a lot more when I'm alone in my room, y'see~

Nagisa: ...Is that so? You sound like quite the avid reader.

Jun: Ahaha. I wouldn't go so far as to call myself that, but you might be right there... ♪

(Whew, that was close...! Nagi-senpai might look like he's spaced out half the time, but he picks up on the smallest things~ Well, that's him and his perceptiveness for you.)

( — Wait, huh? Did I just proclaim myself an avid reader...?)

Nagisa: ...What I'm reading now is a long novel titled "In Search of Lost Time", written by Proust. Have you read it before, Jun?

Jun: Uhhh. Proo...?

Nagisa: ...Proust. He was one of the most influential authors of the twentieth century.

Jun: Oh, right. Sorry, I've never read it before. I'm kinda clueless about that kinda stuff, y'see.

Nagisa: ...Well then, would you like to try?

Jun: Wha?

Nagisa: ...I have no doubts about my own memory, so it's no issue if I were to lend this to you midway through reading it.

...I figured I'd try every now and then to read literature regarding the humanities, as you can gain a more thorough understanding of human nature from them.

This book is particularly interesting as it clearly depicts concepts of the human mind, and explores them, too.

...So if you'd be interested, I'd also like for you to read it, Jun.

Jun: Oh, um, well... I feel bad borrowing it while you're in the middle of reading, yeah~? And on top of that, it looks hella complicated, so I think I'm gonna pass.

I mean, I don't really read serious books like that... I don't have a clue about all those refined books you read, y'know~...?

Nagisa: ...Well then, what kind of books do you read?

Jun: Uhh, well. It's a lil' embarrassing to say...

Nagisa: ...If you've been merely playing the constructed persona of an avid reader for the sake of interviews, and all your answers were in fact falsities, then that would be rather disappointing.

Jun: N-noo, you've got the wrong idea...! Ibara's whole constructed idol character strategy's got nothing to do with me!

I do read books and all, but um, how should I put this.... What I read is manga, y'see.

Nagisa: ...Manga?

Jun: Yep. Sometimes I pick up the odd light novel, too, but for the most part I pretty much just read manga.

I'm real sorry for getting your hopes up. Even I've been thinking about how I really gotta educate myself a lil' more, you know?

Nagisa: ...I see.

...However, is there any issue with enjoying manga?

Jun: Come again?

Nagisa: ...Be it novel or manga, the fact that they are both works of writing doesn't change. Why do you feel the need to put yourself down for it, Jun?

...Personally, I believe one would derive the same kind of entertainment from either of them.

Jun: Wha—!?

Y-You're right~ That should be the case, huh...?

After seeing you read such complicated books, I felt a lil' self-conscious telling you I read manga, but...

You've got a point there — neither's better than the other, huh?

Nagisa: ...Indeed. Precisely because there is such diversity amongst people, competing for the merits of entertainment is a pointless errand.

...While we're on the topic, would you introduce me to what manga you read, Jun?

Jun: I'd be happy to give you some recs, but... I can't be sure if you'll like them, though?

Nagisa: ...Thank you. Rather than judging a book by its cover, it would surely be better to find out by reading it myself.

...I too will try to gain a better understanding of your interests, Jun.

...In exchange, I'll lend you Proust's works as I'd like you to read them.

Jun: G-gotcha! I dunno if I'll be able to read 'em all the way to the end, but since it's no fair if I'm the only one giving recs, I'll take on the challenge!

Nagisa: ...Fufu. If you are to learn the pleasures of sating your own intellectual curiosity, Jun, then I too would be delighted.

...Here you go. This is the complete set of "In Search of Lost Time".

Jun: U-um, pardon me, Nagi-senpai, but... The heck's up with this absolute mountain of books?

Nagisa: ...Why do you ask? There are merely a dozen or so volumes in total.

...You look rather surprised, though. Is there something wrong?

...Perhaps this number of books is indeed too much for you?

Jun: O-oh, um, not at all. Seeing such a huge stack of books was just a lil' overwhelming, I guess...?

I'm gonna give reading it a go so that I can grow as knowledgeable as you, Nagi-senpai~ But man, I dunno how many months it'll take me, y’know...?

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anntidote · 4 years ago

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:carton of milk - kageyama tobio

back to: series index || ann’s playground

pairing: kageyama tobio x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: timestop!au, TW!!dubcon, smut, angst, pwp, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, deepthroating, does this count as somnophilia(?), mentions of oikawa

summary: the day after the break up, you find yourself confiding in tobio, your reliable underclassmen. he's not good with his words, but he offers you a drink-- and you happen to drink more than he would ever thought you would.

brimming later hours into the night, the moonlight seemed to play peek-a-boo behind the scattered clouds. the slight breeze danced at the hem of your skirt as you're sat outside karasuno's second gym, knees up to your chest, head buried in your arms. the rhythmic sound of the volleyballs ricocheting off the hardwood floors and squeaks of sneakers only seemed to echo in your mind.

"senpai?"

you raise your head at the inquiry, only to meet the blue eyed gaze of your underclassmen, and the crinkle of his steps toward you against the dirt. "what're you doing out here? it's late."

you let out a sigh before responding, tilting your head up to avoid his curious stare. "i'm thinking, tobio."

he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "thinking about what?"

the low hum of the vending machine and wisps of the night air filled the space's silence, as you blankly stare up into the endless black and blue above. "i broke up with him."

kageyama's eyes widen, mouth falling slightly open, staring at you in disbelief, and you almost scoff. "y-you broke up with oikawa-san? why?"

you unfortunately understood the utter surprise, as any outsider looking at the two of you would've seen it. you knew the way you looked at him was filled with adoration and love. the times he pointed at you after a serve, or the random back hugs he'd give when picking you up from school.

it was definitely the shameless kissing and proclamations of utter infatuation with each other, that led other people to think love had definitely taken a liking to the two of you.

but the fact you could recite yesterday's events like the back of your hand- the thought of everything being a lie was more realistic than your fairytale of a relationship.

you remember the shade of pink that came across her cheeks, and that dark blue of her discarded underwear. you remember the creak of the bed, the melody of moans that tumbled from his lips- the same ones that he swore that only you would ever hear. you remember the string of lies that came from that very same mouth, the ones that failed in attempts of faux reassurance.

"it's all a misunderstanding!" the disheveled look of after sex hair he sported was a stark contrast in the words he called out after you, grabbing your hand to turn you towards him. you immediately jerk away at his touch, face scrunching in distaste.

"just how is you being balls deep into another girl a misunderstanding, tooru?"

"y-you were just there at the wrong place and the wrong time! i-"

"what the fuck does that even mean?" you yell back, fists clenched tight. "have you been doing this the entire time we were together?"

the look of guilt that washed over his face was more than enough to have had made you bawl, but you held back, forcing yourself to hold your head higher. "i hope you're at least half as loyal to that girl than you are to volleyball." your eyes that were once filled with warmth, now cold daggers, as you briskly turned from him, beginning to walk away. "i-if…"

you halted in your steps at the start of his words. "if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i swear i would."

your heart ached at his broken tone, regret hanging off every word. you wanted to run back into his arms, kiss him and tell him that it was alright. that everything would be alright. "but you can't."

you don't see how he stares at the shape of your back, and he doesn't see the tears that streamed down your cheeks when you continued. "you can't stop time."

the nerve of that motherfucker.

"senpai?"

a snap back to reality hits you when tobio leans forward in worry. "senpai? are you okay?"

only then do you realize the glassiness in your vision. "oh." hurriedly wiping the edges of your eyes, you give the boy a small smile. "sorry about that."

he shakes his head, pressing the familiar chime of buttons into the vending machine. "did he do something bad?"

you fiddle with an object in your hands, watching as he pushes the door open, and stabbing his straw through the carton. "something like that."

but you felt absolutely pathetic.

if you didn't break up with tooru, as of right now, you'd be dragging him face first from the seijoh gym after getting a call from iwaizumi. you'd still be looking at him like he was what the world, and you revolved around him. if you were a bit stronger, perhaps you'd still be able to walk over there and give your goodbyes to their volleyball club.

instead, here you were. sitting outside karasuno's second gym, still wearing one of his old sweaters. the bounce of rubber and screech of shoes only reminds you of the late nights you'd spend watching his practices. you wallowed in what was, and you hated it.

you know it's not your fault. you understand there was nothing you could have done. yet the voice at the back of you head taunts, and peppers thoughts that aren't yours.

that maybe if you were a better girlfriend- maybe if you bought a blue set of panties instead. maybe if you smiled a bit more. maybe if you were more-- "here."

pushing the watch you were messing with into your pocket, you reflexively catch a slightly cold and sweating carton of milk from the underclassmen. "i hope you win."

you offer him a lopsided grin at the analogy. "you know he can't beat me, tobio."

he nods promptly, and the crunch of the dirt under his shoes follow as he begins to walk away.

"tobio, do you think i'm…pretty?"

although his back turned to you, you don't miss the way the tips of his ears immediately flare up. his posture straightening when his pace quickens, after the rushed, polite goodbye he offered you.

...

the next time you see tobio was an occasion you felt slightly guilty about.

patrolling the hallways as part of your student council duties, you ended up shooing a clique of boys loitering in front of the bathroom. their excuses played into one ear and out the other when you sent them to their classrooms, earning a couple insults on the way.

and only when their figures disappear down the hallway do you hear the grunts. the moans.

your eyes widen, fully knowing the source of the noise, and a shot of heat pools in your gut.

every ounce of responsibility in your body is screaming at you. the full knowledge of other patrollers being far from your position, the understanding that this was definitely wrong for you to be walking into the boy's bathroom, and the fact that this was tobio. the cute, round faced tobio who tagged behind you at kitagawa first. how you always peppered him in compliments after practice, and offering a couple milk candies you'd snuck away from your now, ex. the same doe-eyed tobio, who asked where the gym was.

that was the same tobio who had his fist wrapped around his angry red cock, tip weeping in precum, and his eyes closed shut in concentration. you quickly placed a hand over your mouth, stopping the surprised noise that came up your throat. you felt disgusting, feeling the way your panties dampened with each stroke of his shaft, clenched thighs, and school slacks pooled at his ankles. how you wished that it was you he was thinking about. how you'd want to slap his hand away and sink his length into you until he cried. "f-fuck…" another groan leaves his lips and your eyes widen. realization hits you.

"if i could turn back time and fix what i did, i would."

your jaw clenches as you shove your hand in your pocket, and the tentative click of the stopwatch rings out.

like that, the world halts in place. the wisps of clouds stop their journey guided by the wind. the birds pose against the blue hue of the sky, and the teachers and students alike stop mid lesson. nothing else can be heard except the click of your shoes against the tile of the bathroom floor, pattering towards the setter in question.

you place a guilty kiss on the crease of his forehead before turning his build towards you, dropping to your knees.

as if you were apologizing.

you place your smaller hand on top of his own, and the combined stroke of his cock was an absolute sinful sight that made your mouth salivate. you leaned in, taking a tentative lick from midshaft to the tip, and his precum collecting at your tastebuds-- you moan in pure delight. his taste became addictive whence you finally took him into the heat of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him, and taking an innocent look up.

although face still paused, you still take your time in admiring him. the collar of his military button up popped, a button or so undone, the familiar pout on his face, and tan skin with a light sheen of sweat.

oh, what you would do to kiss him- to swallow his moans into his throat and ride him in this bathroom. how you wished it was you who he was jerking off to, and that if he wanted to split you in two. the stretch of your lips around him only paled in comparison to what your imagination held for his cock buried in your cunt.

but this was about him.

working yourself lower and lower, you finally took all of him. nose pressing against the mound of his abdominals, as you reached over and gripped his thigh. nails slightly digging into the meat of his leg, your air flow constricting and eyes turning foggy when you replay his earlier melody of moans in your head like a broken record.

you undo a button of two of your blouse, your chest slightly peeking out- simply because it was just too fucking hot. the flush and suction of your cheeks against the heat of his dick seeming like the only thing in the world that mattered.

this was for all the times he'd stayed by your side. for all the times he'd offered you a shoulder to lean on, and an ear to listen. for all the times he'd put up with your ex's envy antics, and for last night.

you wanted him to remember your gratitude.

life resumed, and for a split second, tobio swore he saw you.

glassy eyes, your nose pressed against his abdominals. the way your throat convulsed as you choked around him. his length hitting the back of your throat, and how everything was suddenly so hot, wet, slick and sticky. the way your breasts peeked out from under your shirt, and several strands of baby hair sticking to your forehead. how you stared back at him with such want. such eagerness.

as if you wanted him too.

it was too much. it was overwhelming when witnessing the sight of you gagging sand struggling to take him, forcing him face first into an orgasm. cumming spurts out over the urinal with his fist clenched around himself, thighs shaking and the heavy pants of his breath. he let out a pornographic moan in the school bathroom-- eyes blinking in utter relief yet confusion.

even though it was a mere flash of an image, he swore it was you…

but where did you go?

he would never know how, or why you briefly resumed the timeline like that. he would never know that you did it out of pure selfishness. no matter how many times you wanted to convince yourself that it was a gift for him.

he wouldn't notice the press of your legs together when you spotted him on his next excursion at the vending machine. he wouldn't notice how you seemed to know why he got so flustered over the most pure of interactions throughout the rest of the week.

the way you sucked at your straw at lunch, and licking the remnants of milk from around your lips. you seemed to giggle louder than before, and it made his heart do something strange.

"you want a sip, tobio?" your question catches him off guard as he coughs, before shaking his head. "ah n-no, i'm alright." both of you settle in comfortable silence, except for the occasional sip or chew of snacks.

things began to dial down, as your heart began to heal. ever so slowly, the cracks of your heart being filled with moments like these.

"senpai?" kageyama suddenly calls out.

"yes tobio?" you looked over at his slouched form against the concrete wall, leaning over to brush part of his bangs out of his eyes, and not missing the slight blush that comes over his face.

"oikawa-san is an idiot."

you raise your eyebrow. "that was out of nowhere."

he looks away from you, and you only grow more confused before he continues."i don't know what he said to you, but i think you're attractive."

your breath hitches for a second, before you settle into a a bright smile- one that has kageyama's heart beat in his ears. grabbing him by the collar, pulling him close, and giving him a noogie. "aww tobio, you're so cute. you'll always be my favorite."

but your volleyball headed tobio doesn't deserve to be a rebound. and it's not what will heal your broken heart right now.

that's what you said, with the time stop watch tucked away in the pocket of your sweater.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq x female reader #hq x you #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama smut #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #tw dubcon #like clockwork #.💗tobio

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ashitomarisu · 3 years ago

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Final Thoughts: The Aquatope on White Sand (AKA It took me way too long to summarize my feelings to properly praise this damn anime)

Let's be real, I have no idea how Anime America overlooked this, given it was in the Summer 2021 lineup; unless she did watch but left it in the middleground. Then again, was this available in Australia?!

Oh gosh, do I have so much to say about this series other than being a rare gem left unpolished by a bunch of other anime titles that overshadowed its potential. Yeah, I said it.

While the concept didn't seem that interesting at first, the story behind Kukuru and Fuuka felt engaging (once their friendship gradually builds later in the first season). Not to go into much spoiler territory, you have one who has a dream to keep a dying business alive (inside an aquarium), while the other gave up her idol career (wait for it...) to do something different with her life. (Did I mention this was taken place in Okinawa? You can tell the animation team were dedicated to getting the culture and vibe as accurate and appropriate to the area).

In fact, the theming of this anime felt unknown until Episode 12, when I kept remembering Kukuru seeing the two maternity books, which I left out the spoilers, thinking this would come back later in the next season. Unfortunately, that was not the case, so now I'm begging to know if a follow-up sequel movie will happen. On the other hand, "life" seemed to be the main theme, as there were so many hints dropped, from new lives coming to fruition, and old ones passing on, but told in such a genuine, pleasant pace.

As for season 2, this was a massive whiplash transition with changes on the horizon, especially for Kukuru dealing with the loss of her original dream and adapting to new challenges. Fuuka also deals with developing a new personal goal that becomes her dream by the end of the series.

[Enough with my thoughts on the story; how about the characters?]

The supporting characters and cast were enjoyable in their own ways, but Kuuya...OMG he had me going. His default nature is mainly aloof, and shy towards women, but mention alcohol and he's a complete 180. For basically most of the series, he barely gives a shit about his job, but once he transfers to Tingarla, that mentality starts to disappear.

However, no one hit me harder than Fuuka herself. Even before starting the watch, I did some research, and going back to what I said earlier:

YES, FUUKA MIYAZAWA IS VOICED BY AN IDOL, WHICH IS IRONIC AS HELL.-Here comes the Aqours references all over again, but I don't care because Lantis was also involved with the music.

(You have five seconds to stop read--TOO LATE).

Finally, someone else I can appreciate that isn't Riko Sakurauchi; and no I don't hate Riko, but RKK doesn't have a lot of main roles from my knowledge.

So, when I found this out, I immediately put this on my watch list as "HIGHLY ANTICIPATED". Yes, Fuuka was a delightful character, even if at first she didn't seem so confident in taking on a new path. Rikako, in my opinion, did a solid job with her performance.

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(Time to wrap this up before I get caught too deep)...

Overall, The Aquatope on White Sand, despite not being as spectacular at face value, it is one anime title that deserves more attention. If you're one for environmental topics and need something more on the chill side, give this a shot. It is still available on Crunchyroll at the time of this post.

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Hopefully y'all enjoyed reading my final thoughts on this series. My apologies for the late entry; personal reasons got in the way. With that, this concludes the anime watch for April. Next month, I have something really obscure yet beloved to experience.

(If it weren't for Saberspark doing a review on it a while back, this would have not been happening in May. Let's just say, we dial the clocks back to 1999...turn off the lights, lock the doors, get your headphones on, hide the kids and witness the story of one CHEEKY LITTLE HAMSTER).

(UNTIL NEXT TIME, HERE'S HOPING SENPAI NOTICES YOU, BUT NOT WHAT YOU'RE DOING BEHIND THAT DOOR).

#2022 anime watch #the aquatope on white sand #final thoughts #my opinions #May 2022: get ready for no holds-barred smut and hilarity

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twistedgrowth · 4 years ago

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Shirt-Trap Tickle Jutsu (Part 1)

“Hahaha- stop!” Tenzo struggled within the folds of his shirt. It was dark and he couldn’t see. “Ngh- haha- wait!”

Fingers scrabbled delicately around each of his exposed bare underarms, which were so open to attack thanks to his raised arms being stuck above his head. He was very vulnerable.

Tenzo’s initial surprised laughter gave way to strong, gleeful bursts as his lungs activated in response to the sustained assault. He twisted right and left to avoid the relentless touches but the fingers followed his every move.

“Hahahaha! Wait – stop – haha! Please!” In (what had been) his relaxed state of being, the sudden action of his shirt being yanked over his head and the inexplicable tickling which had followed had sent him into a veritable frenzy. His mind was entirely on escape, and understandably had not reached the question of ‘who?’ yet.

But Tenzo soon mustered enough coherent thought to remember that only seconds ago he had been easily changing in the Anbu locker room – an empty locker room. And as his laughter started to raise its pitch (some may even call it giggling) his analytical mind was racing towards a natural conclusion. Who was the only one with the skill and audacity to approach him undetected and exact this kind of cruel game? Kakashi.

The thought both peeved and excited him. Through his sporadic bursts of laughter, Tenzo managed to force out a surprised question, “Ka- hahaha! Kakashi?” before dissolving into more giggling and pleading. By this point he was backed up against the cold locker and had slid to the floor, facing his hidden assailant, at an awkward angle thanks to all his futile attempts to struggle away. He felt almost entirely helpless and was becoming more breathless by the second.

Whoever had decided to have some fun with him clearly also wanted to torment him, as his question hung in the air. Being in the dark, both literally and metaphorically was driving him nuts, and it gave him a shame-infused thrill to know his ghostly tormentor likely knew and understood this about him, enough to use against him. This brought a flush of red to his face, which made him doubly grateful for the dark material around his head – his trap was also his protection. The blushing was made worse by his horror at the thought that this might not be Kakashi after all, fearing the total humiliation of being caught like this by anyone else. Suddenly, his saving grace – a voice broke the unbearable wait. Liltingly. “No senpai this time, Tenzo~?”

Tenzo’s giggles immediately became louder, as a strange mixture of relief and further desperation washed over him, realising that he could relax safe in the knowledge that he was not entirely humiliated, however that this was also the worst possible scenario – of all the people it could have been, Kakashi was the least likely to listen to his begging. He had no control or authority whatsoever over this tickling, teasing bastard. Why in hell did Kakashi love to torment him so?

“Ka-Ka- haha- Kakashi! Hahahaha- please! I- hahahaha! I can explain!” Kakashi’s fingers had taken on a light scratching touch and had deliberately worked their way down to his ribs, moving gracefully between the sides and the chest below his nipples, just barely grazing his upper tummy, and now and then jumping up to wiggle in his armpits again. The unpredictability of the new technique drove Tenzo wild and he dug deep into his dwindling reserves of energy to involuntarily buck around, energetically wiggling and flailing on the floor. Kakashi remedied this by sitting on him.

“Explain what, Tenzo? I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong…” Kakashi teased as if there was no reason for Tenzo to be laughing so desperately and helplessly. In Kakashi’s defence, he was winding things down a bit, giving Tenzo a chance to catch his breath and thoughts.

Tenzo stayed silent as he regained his breath and basked in relief. He wouldn’t admit that he found much comfort in Kakashi’s weight and presence with him as he lay there. He was very thankful that Kakashi had stayed quiet to let his thoughts catch up with him, and of course for as long as he could sustain a break from his previous torture. After a minute or two of this comfortable silence, Kakashi reached over and pulled up the shirt, freeing Tenzo’s head. Tenzo was glad to be free of the garment as it had been uncomfortable for a while, and the fresh air was relaxing on his warm face. He did register with a jolt of something – excitement or worry – that his arms were still in the shirt, leaving him just as exposed. Was it an accident?

Tenzo’s face was still flushed red and he sincerely hoped Kakashi believed this was only from all the tickling. Laying eyes on his senior for the first time, he realised that Kakashi was watching him intently, with that blank and unreadable stare unique to Kakashi which always succeeded to jar Tenzo, and only heightened his nerves.

Tenzo wiggled experimentally to test his ability to get free and broadcast to Kakashi that he was ready to be let up. Meanwhile, he had questions.

“I suppose you think that was funny. Why are you even here senpai? Shouldn’t you be busy?”

“Maa Tenzo, it’s all work with you. I’m not as lazy as you think, you know. Besides, I just realised it’s been a while since I saw you around town, I wanted to poke my head in and say ‘hi’. Does a senpai need a reason to come and delight his favourite kohai~?”

Tenzo, miffed, cast his gaze aside and muttered, “’Delight’ is not the word I would use…”

“Well you certainly sounded delighted. The wiggling was a bit unusual though.”

Flushing a little more at the tease and allowing his annoyance to surface, Tenzo chanced a retort. “You are so childish, senpai. The headquarters for Anbu is no place to be behaving like kids.” He turned his face away to huff a little and hoped his blush would fade before he lost his nerve.

“What a wonderful idea, Tenzo.” Kakashi spoke with a sudden and uncanny sincerity that worried Tenzo. His curiosity won over, he turned back to look at Kakashi, who smiled just as sincerely.

“Next time, we’ll do it at your place.” And then ‘boof!’. He was gone in a cloud of smoke.

(P.S. Hello everyone and welcome to my blog. I hope those of you who read this fic have enjoyed it, and I’d love to hear if you’ve got any suggestions. Are they in character enough? Did it flow well? And most importantly, would you like to see more like this? Love these two so much and their dynamic is just so *mwah* Hoping to add more to this story and introduce some other shorts to start off this blog. Open to considering prompts and requests, don’t be shy about sharing your ideas! Honestly these boys are the best)

#kakayama #tickle #tickling #kakashi x yamato #yamato #yamato tenzo #kakashi #tickle fic

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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Class teddy bear

lzuku Midoriya x super affectionate f!reader

A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf and lowkey weeb 💖Here we have a slight crack/fluff fic featuring reader loving on the sweet broccoli headed boy. This fic was especially inspired by @birds-have-teeth and their blog so go check them out! My affectionate/nurturing side goes haywire whenever I see him. Yes I know people don’t like him but I have the insatiable urge to wrap him in my arms and tell him what a good boi he is so here we go. Shoutout to writing senpais who gave my last fic lots of love and thank you for the support 💖🥺💖 @trafalgar-temptress @queensynderella @kingtamakimurder

You were always affectionate. Always ready to give hugs and hold hands if someone needed it. You had open arms for anyone (besides that nasty grape bastard) and everyone was used to it, the girls of class 1-A being extra affectionate with you. You were most thankful for Mina, Kirishima, and Tooru who especially seemed to share your joy in being close with others.

You never pushed your affections on anyone while always asking for permission the first few times. You slowly got the entire class used to it. You even got Iida used to it, which is a mystery in itself. Platonic cuddle sessions were common between your friends, even the male ones. But you could never get one certain green curly haired boy used to it.

It annoyed the hell out of you but you were blind to the fact he wasn’t used to affections from girls, much less pretty girls. Pulling him in for a hug made him freeze for a few seconds or even passing out on a few occasions. He never complained or rejected your actions so that confused you even more.

You were early as usual and made your way to class. Suddenly you saw the sharp toothed unbreakable sweetheart in the halls walking next to the always yelling angry explosive blonde. Your heart raced excitingly and you called out to your favorite red headed cuddle buddy to indulge in your daily routine.

“KIRIIIIIIII~” you sang as you sprinted toward him in the mostly empty hall. Ignoring the weird looks you always got with smile, you ran with open arms and a bright smile. He turned and smiled brighter than the sun at you, bracing himself for impact with his own open arms. You launched yourself at him and he caught you with a laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you in a bear hug that made your day just so much brighter.

You latched yourself to him like a koala, nuzzling your cheek against his and holding onto his strong broad shoulders. “Good morning Kiri!” You sang, giggling softly in pure glee as he held you. “Good morning teddy bear!” He greeted back happily, showing off his sharp teeth with a blinding smile. You heard a very aggravated “Tch” next to you and you turned to look at the angry hedgehog.

“You can get a hug too Bakugo, I know you’re jealous cause you’re secretly a cuddle bug too~” you smiled cheekily at him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked away with a small blush on his cheeks. You giggled once again. Kiri put you down and you readjusted your uniform before walking right up to Bakugo.

You looked up at him with an excited twinkle in your eyes for a moment before you pulled him for a short hug. You wrapped your arms around his thin waist and nuzzled your face in his chest. (Damn Bakugo, what you doing out here lookin like a whole ass snack???)

He froze before a moment and then hugged you back, wrapping his strong arms around you while resting his chin on top of your head. All with a bright pink blush on his cheeks and his ears, his signature scowl still stuck on his face. You pulled away and gave him a playful smile. “See? I knew you were secretly a cuddle bug, takes one to know one. But I’ll keep it a secret tough guy.” You shot him a flirty wink before running to the classroom. The distant screaming of Bakugo combined with Kirishima laughing and the popping of his explosions making you yourself laugh.

You made it to the classroom, and were greeted by Mina and Tooru who immediately took you by the hands and pulled you down to your desk, where you set your stuff. You gave a bright good morning to Iida and Todoroki and received a polite good morning and nod respectively from the boys. You knew they weren’t big on affection even though you had a feeling if you got Todoroki used to it, he would be the biggest cuddle monster in the world.

The next person who came into the classroom was the target of your affections and long time crush. None other than the greenette with wild curly hair, cute freckles and big green eyes that made your loving side go into an almost violent frenzy. Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and gave a girls a knowing look. They gave a small nod and went back to talking to whatever they were discussing. They were used to your loving antics by now and shared a hushed giggle with one another. You shot up from your seat and parkoured over several desks from your seat in the back of the room.

You got to him and immediately pulled him into the room and grabbed a hold of his hand, interlacing your fingers together while guiding him to his desk. You then pulled him into a tight hug. You pressed his face in your chest and softly pet his hair.

“Good morning, my sweet green bean! How’s the cutest sweetie in the world today?” You cooed at him. Ignoring the giggles from your friends, you released him when you realized he probably couldn’t breathe. You said a small sorry and took a good look at him, he was full body blushing and was trying to stutter out a good morning back. Poor boy was so overwhelmed he froze in place while his mind was racing a billion miles an hour.

You were confused as to why he was so red and you thought he had a fever. So you checked, taking his cute face into your hands while you looked at him, your thumbs rubbing comforting circles on those chubby freckled cheeks automatically. Your actions soothed his panicking and he just silently enjoyed your affections.

Poor broccoli boy thought he would melt into a puddle. Seeing you so focused on him made his heart race. He admired your face silently, looking carefully at your beautiful sparking eyes and the slight pink tint on your soft lips. He wondered if your lips tasted as good as they looked.

What you did next almost made his heart stop. You gently pulled his face to yours and brushed your nose with his, all while smiling so happily he thought dying like this wasn’t the worst way to go out. His heart was beating against his ribcage so violently it almost hurt. He snapped out his haze when he realized he had to reply.

He blinked a few times and tried to clear up the heat radiating off of him with a deep breath. His face turned from fully red to just a bright pink blush on his cheeks and ears. He took in another deep breath and focused his train of thought to forming a response.

“G-g-goodmorning Y/N-chan! I’m doing great!” was all he could manage to get out in his wild state of mind. He cursed himself internally for stuttering in front of you and wishing he was smooth enough to make YOU blush.

You still hadn’t let go of his impossibly cute face, thinking of how cute it was that he was resting his face in your smaller hands like a tired puppy. You internally squealed in delight. He was so cute that you wanted to kiss him but it took every ounce of your self restraint to not to when you realized you both were in class. You quickly glanced at the clock and reluctantly let go of his face.

“Oh my, class is about to start! I’ll see you in a bit cutie pie!~” you beamed at him before you left, walking away to your own desk with an extra pep in your step. He froze for a moment, trying to process the interaction with you. He placed his stuff under the small table and sat down at his desk. He took a few moments to collect himself and then pulled out his hero journal.

He scribbled down your actions and his thoughts on what you did this morning. He willed away his blush somehow when everyone else filed in. He was trying to figure out why you were as affectionate as you are not that he disliked it. All throughout the school day, he would sneak quick glances at you.

He couldn’t fully pay attention in class. It was a rare chill day so he didn’t have to worry about trying to form a coherent thought while you’re in your hero costume. He tried to focus on his lessons, but his train of thought always led back to you. He was quite smitten with you, little to your knowledge.

He recalled how soft your hands were and how gentle you were with him. He was daydreaming about you and your life together, if he was so lucky to get to spend his life with you. You were warm and inviting, always smiling and befriending anyone and everyone. You even got Kacchan to give you hugs. KACCHAN!

That in itself was no easy task, heavenly beings knows Izuku tried to make peace with the ash blonde. But you seemed to do it so easily. You were smart, unbelievably beautiful, friendly and so KIND. He was struck with a wave of insecurity.

What if you didn’t like him the same way he liked you? He got help and got lucky, inheriting one for all and a spot in UA. What if his luck ran out before it got to you? What if he couldn’t make you happy? Did he even deserve you? What if you found someone that suited you better? Could he take it?

His thoughts were interrupted by a cold hand placed on his shoulder. He jumped about 10ft in the air from shock before he whipped his head to look at who broke him out of his thoughts. It was Todoroki thankfully, he sighed in relief. The half and half boy spoke first.

“Class just ended. I saw you couldn’t pay attention in classes today, so I took notes for you. You like her don’t you? Y/N?” Izuku gave him a surprised look with a light pink on his cheeks and then nodded once. He’s been friends with Shouto for awhile but his observational skills and blunt tone always surprised him.

“You should tell her, she likes you quite a bit you know? She coddles you more than anyone else in class. Just ask her out.” Todoroki stated as both boys were walking back to the dorms to change and do their homework in the peace of their rooms. Izuku was filled with determination as he and Todoroki walked. He made a plan to ask you out on a date in your room later that night.

You arrived at your room, opening the door then shutting it and plopping your things down roughly after taking off your shoes. You loudly groaned at the amount of homework that was assigned as you took off your uniform and bra before making your way to the dresser to pick out something comfortable to wear.

A green pair of sleep shorts and black oversized t shirt with all might on the front of it is what you chose. You smiled at color combo, thinking about the cute greenette and his wild curls. You quickly pulled them on and went to grab your bag to take out your insane amount of homework. ‘I know we had a chill day but going plus ultra on the amount of homework is a bit ridiculous isn’t it?’

You tied your hair up in a messy bun and set everything up before getting to work. You did your math first, just to get it out of the way. (I hate math, bruh id rather write a thesis on zuko from avatar the last airbender’s character arc.) Then onto English, then social studies, then hero studies.

More than a few hours later, everything was done. You dragged your hand down your face before harshly rubbing your eyes. ‘Fuck I finally finished’ you internally groaned as you looked at the digital clock on your desk. It was 8pm. You packed up your stuff and then flopped down on your bed like a ragdoll.

Before you could get a full chance to fully relax you heard someone knock at your door. You got up and looked through the peephole, just to see your crush. You panicked, not wanting him to wait at your door but you also thought you looked like a mess. (You didn’t you beautiful thing 😘) You quickly opened your door just to come face to face with the shy boy.

“H-hey, cutie pie! What’s up?” You cringed at your stutter. His body language was trying to be confident but nervous to say the least. Not that you were any better. He was anxiously playing with his fingers but looked you dead in the eye for second before shutting them tightly. A bright blush overtook his face as he glanced at your outfit, the shirt was so big that made it look like you weren’t wearing pants. Before his R rated thoughts could take over he spoke.

“I-I LIKE YOU A LOT Y/N-CHAN AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU W-WANTED TO GO ON A D-DATE WITH ME THIS SATURDAY!” He nearly yelled. Eyes still squeezed tight in embarrassment as he gripped his scarred hand together. Saying you were caught off guard was an understatement.

Your crush, the cute green bean? The sweet shy boy who could barely look you in the eye sometimes and passed out during your hugs, just asked you out on a date????? You were overjoyed of course but also taken aback by him nearly yelling his love for you.

You were stunned for a moment, mostly because you didn’t expect this. You snapped out of your confusion while a bright smile took over your face. While you were silent, Izuku was waiting for your rejection. His heart was racing out of nervousness and he started to sweat lightly. Your response stopped his self doubt and anxiety from spiraling out of control.

“Of course, Izu-kun! I would love to go on a date with you! I’ve liked you since the beginning of the year and you always seemed so nervous around me so I was just a bit surprised.” You replied brightly. His eyes opened in shock and he stopped shaking. When did he start shaking?

“I’ll uhh- pick you up here on Saturday at 6? Is that alright?” He was talking normally now albeit still nervous. You nodded at him with a bright smile before you took a step foreword and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You felt him freeze. He stared at you in amazement and with the all the love he could offer. When you stepped back you saw he had placed a hand on the cheek that you had kissed, with the blush on his face still on his cute cheeks.

“See you then cutie~!” You sang as you stepped back into your room and gently shut the door. He broke out in a bright smile while he walked back toward his dorm. He was so excited and happy that he was practically vibrating. Not only did you say you’d love to go out with him but you confessed that you’ve liked him since the beginning of the year? He was overjoyed to say the least.

When he got back to his room, he flopped down on the bed with a bright smile on his face while staring at the ceiling. He pulled a pillow to his face and let out an excited squeal into it. The first step was taken and now he just needed to gather up the courage to take the rest of them with you.

Izuku‘s was heart racing and his cheeks hurting from how hard he smiled. He couldn’t wait till Saturday.

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rockthistowninsideout · 4 years ago

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Never Too Late For A Leap Of Faith

Part 2

Part 1 here

Five times Taichi only feels the presence of Digimons and one time he actually meets them (again).

Words: 1401 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Tags: 5+1 Pairings: Taichi Yagami/OC, Sorato, Jyoumi

Inspired by this youtube video talking about how the end of Kizuna fits into the narrative of the Epilogue in 02, posted by TheDigiKnow. It’s in my opinion a thorough and yet personal analysis.

The last time Taichi had been this nervous was before his final exam in his studies. He stood before a sleek black door on one of the highest floors in a governmental skyscraper in Tokyo’s heart, Roppongi. Behind the door sat a panel of the Japanese government, wanting to hear his expertise. He wondered if Koushirou was already in there. After another deep breath, telling himself to just screw it, it wouldn’t be any better if he stood here for another minute or two, he knocked.

“Ah, Yagami-shi.” The prime minister bowed to him, as did everyone else, when he entered.

Taichi did his best to compose himself and not get all flustered by the honour of the prime minister knowing his name.

“Hello Taichi-san”, someone said at the other end of the table and Taichi noticed to his relief that it was Koushirou already standing beside a holographic screen.

Taichi bowed to everyone around, then proceeded towards Koushirou. He put his briefcase onto a desk and extracted his notes. He looked at them but then he realized he wouldn’t need them. Nodding to Koushirou, he said, after a few welcoming words “The public has known Digimons mostly as, at best, a nuisance and at worst as a life-threatening force. But we know that Digimons also have a different side. They are caring, loving, and loyal companions who want nothing but the best for humans.

Notice how I said ‘who’? Rationally looked upon, they might be only comprised of data, just like a music or a text file. But they are much more. Imagine the agony you might feel when a CD with your favourite song breaks or a very important text file gets deleted. Now exponentiate that to the grief you feel when losing a loved one, maybe even finitely. This is how we felt when we had to let our Digimon partners go all those years ago because the nature of human-Digimon bond was a doomed one, it was only temporary. Something we lose when we grow up because Digimons make the most sense when you are a child.

And as an adult, you lose sight of what is important in life. You think you have cracked the meaning of life, working hard and getting married – and while I don’t want to disparage marriage or family, not at all – we treat it like it’s some kind of competition. That way, though, carefreeness, our sense of fun, and the lightness of just being and living get lost. But when you have children of your own, you start seeing the world again through the eyes of a child, and slowly that lightness returns.

To make a long story short, we as humans are better off having a good connection to Digimons instead of condemning them as monsters. They preserve our childlike side and add to our social value. This is not about being chosen for a great task, like Izumi-kun and I had been, but about living peacefully together with a species that is much like us humans: Every Digimon is an individual with a fully-rounded personality.

We are here to propose diplomatic relations to the Digital World with the long-term plan of finding a Digimon partner for every human, if they wish to have one. Izumi-kun will now introduce you to his network of DigiDestined that he’s been running for nearly fifteen years now and that shows that not only peaceful connections between humans and Digimons are possible, but also between humans themselves.”

If Taichi had thought the anxiousness he had while standing in front of that office door had been bad, well, he’d blatantly been wrong. He had to suppress the urge to vomit while he watched Koushirou typing furiously on a holographic keyboard. It didn’t make any sense to him, though. As long as he knew Koushirou, there had been the steady rhythm of his fingers flying over the keys, a soft hammering, the sound of knowledge and curiosity. But now it was only silence, as if someone had muted reality.

With a final enthusiastic hit, a picture appeared on the floating screen floating that was painfully familiar. A crystal blue lake, nearly perfectly circular, glittered in the sunshine, surrounded by a dense wood. In the middle of the lake was an island with the most peculiar yet reassuring sight around: a gleaming tram wagon, empty but for a few odd creatures looking like they’d been sitting there for eternity.

Taichi looked down when he felt someone take his hand.

“Let’s go together”, Koushirou said smilingly.

On the other side, he felt another person’s presence. Yamato hadn’t taken his hand but his upper arm was brushing Taichi’s. Taichi inhaled deeply, then nodded. It was time.

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“Taichi-san?”, a hardly-surprised, childish voice asked.

Taichi took a deep breath but he didn’t turn yet. It was too good to be true, it was what he had dreamt of since their disappearance after the Eosmon incident but he was wiser as to put too much hope into this voice. After all, it could be a hallucination his wishful mind had made him think.

“Taichi-san, do you not want to say hello to me?”, the voice asked again. Someone tugged at his hand.

Finally he looked down. A tug at the hand could hardly be imaginary, could it? Many teeth greeted him, then the mouth closed and he looked into Agumon’s blinking blue eyes. “Taichi-san, you’ve finally come back to me!”, Agumon exclaimed and held out his arms.

Taichi laughed while he cried, crouching down before his Digimon partner. “Yeah, it took me a while, a lot of things have happened.” He embraced Agumon. “Are the others with you? Because we’ve all been waiting so long. Biyomon and Gomamon and Palmon and Gabumon and Tentomon and Patamon and Gatomon. They’re all here.” Agumon stepped away and made a sweeping gesture. The Digimons came forward, their gazes flickering between Taichi and the group of people standing a little distance behind him.

“Yes, we’ve all come back. And we want you to meet some special persons.” Taichi wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, then got up and beckoned the rest towards him with a wave.

“Oh, Sora-san”, Biyomon exclaimed and excitedly fluttered forward, straight into Sora’s arms.

Yamato and Gabumon looked at each other amicably; they’ve never been much for words but understood each other perfectly nonetheless.

“Jou-senpai, I hope you’ve been eating well and not studying too hard while I was away”, Gomamon greeted his partner after he’d waddled over towards him.

“Kouhirou-han, still carrying your tablet with you? I’m glad you haven’t changed a bit.” Tentomon buzzed excitedly around Koushirou’s head.

Mimi and Palmon were running towards each other, screaming with joy, but actual words were not decipherable.

“Takeru-kun, Takeru-kun, why haven’t you come earlier? I was so bored without!” Patamon flapped towards Takeru, then settled comfortably onto his head after Takeru had taken off his sailor’s cap.

A solemn but smiling Gatomon stood before Hikari, paw extended. “I’ve been keeping this”, he said.

Hikari took the whistle gently, a flood of memories rushing through her mind, then she blew it mightily.

As if they had agreed on that as a sign, the remaining people shuffled forward, most were visibly nervous.

“Kana-chan! Oh, Kana-chan, it’s been so long!” somebody suddenly yelled from the edge of the forest. A red birdlike Digimon, with a green beak and yellow coat pattern on his belly, waddled as fast as he could towards Taichi’s wife who’d been leading Hotaro to the Digimons.

Now she dropped to her knees, crying “Oh Muchomon” in delight and embracing her Digimon once he had reached her.

The remaining spouses, who had not been DigiDestineds, watched a little warily. They had heard the stories, hair-raising at times and most certainly not what children should have to endure, so they were familiar with the concept of Digimons. But meeting them now in the wild, so to speak, in their natural habitat, was something they still had to get accustomed to.

Until Gatomon turned to Hikari’s daughter and introduced himself. Then he added “We welcome you to the Digital World, hoping that you will find a home here just like it is ours.”

Meaning the same, but phrasing it differently, Agumon exclaimed “I’m hungry, let’s have a picnic!”

Which earned him laughter from everyone. The ice was broken.

#digimon adventure #digimon adventure kizuna #digimon last evolution #taichi yagami #yamato ishida #sora takenouchi #mimi tachikawa #jou kido #koushirou izumi #hikari yagami #takeru takaishi #original character #sorato #jyoumi #digimon adventure 02 epilogue #5+1 fic #my stories

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kareofbears · 4 years ago

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blinding lights, chapter 1/4

Their height gap is a wide one, but in no way is Sumire going to let Akechi keep looking down on her. “It became my business the minute we wanted the same thing: to fix this reality."

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Akechi and Sumire have to traverse through the events of the third semester without Akira (or rather, against him).

read on ao3 or below!

There are two things on her mind.

Kasumi fiddles with her phone as she waits for her stop, the train carriage rocking her and the other passengers. With a sly eye, she does her best to observe the people around her without seeming rude or sketchy (though with her height at a proud 5’4, she doubts anyone had ever looked at her with anything resembling fear in their eyes).

One was that everyone around her seemed different. Changed. Not bad, per se, but there’s a shift in the atmosphere that’s so radical that she feels it in her bones, deep in her cells. It’s as if there’s been a secret that everyone was in on except for her.

It wasn’t bad, per se—because everyone was happy.

People around her had a peculiar expression on their faces; varying mixtures of cheer, carefree, content. They were laughing, smiling, and on a normal day, Kasumi would find herself feeling infected by the delightful energy around her. But it had done nothing but run a chill down her back, and she doesn’t know why.

The second thing on her mind (which is arguably the more crucial between the two) was seeing the Palace in Odaiba; a sight that she had hoped to never see again.

So she does the one thing she’s come to rely on, a habit she has yet to break. Kasumi goes to someone who looks like he can have the weight of the world on his shoulders and not even flinch.

“Yongen-Jaya, this is Yongen-Jaya.”

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She wasn’t ready to see Akechi on the same platform as her.

“Oh!” she exclaims, opening her mouth to properly greet him, but he holds a hand up.

“Hello, Yoshizawa-san,” he says politely, almost uncomfortably so. It’s as if someone had dumped an extra cup of sugar in her tea and made her drink. She feels her stomach drop—had he been affected by the strange atmosphere as well? “I’m surprised to see you as well. Yes, I did have a good New Year’s and I am deeply sorry but I have something I have to do, now if you can excuse me—”

“Um!” Kasumi says. She’s unwilling to let go of the first person who personally knows who’s been changed recently. “May I join you?”

Akechi looks at her, and Kasumi resists the urge to fidget.

“You’re acquainted with Kurusu, aren’t you?”

She blinks. “Yes. That’s actually where I was headed before I bumped into you. Um, to LeBlanc. The cafe that Kurusu-senpai—“

“Yes, I’m well aware,” he interrupts. He’s staring at how even harder now, red eyes peering into her in a way that’s almost invasive. Whatever he sees makes him nod. “Join me, will you? I was just headed for some coffee myself.”

Kasumi nearly sighs in relief. Maybe she can finally figure out what on earth is happening. “Thank you, Akechi-san.”

“And hold the formalities. It makes me sick.”

“R-right.”

They exit the station in silence: Akechi walking with purpose while Kasumi trails behind, one step late. She struggles to find what to say. How on earth can she possibly bring up her strange feeling? Was he or was he not affected? Did he know about the Metaverse?

Kasumi’s eyes slide over to him, taking in his appearance. He’s dressed well, as usual, but something about him was changed, and not in the way everyone else has. His expression, which was once constantly smiling and lovely, has morphed into...well, nothing. It’s like he had never had that charming smile in the first place. Or, maybe it was never supposed to be there at all.

“What is it?” Akechi asks, still facing forward.

She jumps. How did he even notice?

“You want to ask me something,” he continues. Eyes flickering to her for a split second, “Spit it out then. I can’t stand waiting games.”

She chews on her lip, thinking. They walk in silence for half a block before finally, “What do you think about Kurusu-senpai’s cat?”

Akechi stops and Kasumi has to turn around to face him. He’s staring at her again, but it’s different this time; instead of the questioning look, his eyes are careful, analytical, calculating. After a moment, she realizes why it’s such a familiar expression to her—it’s how her competitors look at her during meets, how the student body had looked her up and down in the halls.

He’s sizing her up.

She stares at him back, unblinking.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he smirks. “An annoying brat who’s wind attack can’t land and has an embarrassingly small amount of knowledge concerning the Metaverse.”

Kasumi gasps, eyes wide. “You know?”

“Of course I know. I’ve been in this even game longer than your precious senpai,” he continues his earlier pace, not waiting as Kasumi scrambles to keep up. “However, I can’t say I’m not impressed—a carefully loaded question that only people who’ve been to the Metaverse before would understand. “

She grins, “A safe gamble if I do say so myself.”

“I’ve stopped taking gambles myself, actually.”

Kasumi peers up at Akechi, his face unreadable. One question at a time. “Are you a Phantom Thief?”

He scoffs. “Lord no. I’ve never been a part of their fairytale heroism fetish and I’d like to keep it that way. But their combined powers are nothing to ridicule, unfortunately, and it seems that, ah,” a group of teenagers walk past them, all laughing and grinning from ear-to-ear. “Recent events have been pushing me towards the naive group once more.”

Kasumi inhales sharply and reflexively grabs his arm, to which he immediately rips it away, a cold glare in her direction. She represses a shiver.

“S-sorry, but um,” words roll around wildly in her head like a sack of marbles. “Have you noticed—”

“How the population as a whole is in a fantasy world where happiness seemed to have infected everyone without their own knowledge?” Akechi turns the corner and the quaint cafe finally comes into view.

“Wha—yes!” The tension in her finally eases up a bit at finding a teammate in this mess. “Guess they weren’t lying when they called you the Detective Prince. It’s great that we’re on the same team for this, isn’t it?”

He sends her a sharp glare, and her voice dies in her throat. “Don’t make assumptions.”

Teammates might be a bit of a stretch, then.

They walk in silence the rest of the way—a mercifully short distance. She rolls around the idea of mentioning the Palace to Akechi and ultimately dismisses it. After all, he said it himself that he isn’t part of the Phantom Thieves and, given their reputation, they don’t need more enemies from within the police (if Akechi even is associated with them anymore).

Akechi places a hand on the doorknob and looks back to her. “I’ll go in and get Kurusu outside. Do what you want.”

“But—”

He pulls and she watches him enter. The ringing of the bell is faint, muffled by the glass. She stays at the door for a few long moments before heaving a deep sigh.

“Breathe, Kasumi,” she mutters to herself. “It’ll be fine. You don’t even know if there’s a problem.” Grimacing, she shakes her head to her own words. Fool herself, maybe, but Akechi? Especially this new Akechi? Not a chance.

Leaning against the cool bricks, she lets her eyes flutter close for a second, breathing in the cool winter air. The whole Metaverse topic is something she still doesn’t have a grasp on. Personas, Palaces, distortions, shadows—it was all dropped on her on a random afternoon, so sudden that it was like an illusion, a figment of her imagination. A dream. But then she remembers the girl that stood in front of her, a mirror image of Kasumi.

She shivers, uninflected by the January wind. Not a dream, but maybe a nightmare.

“Yoshizawa?”

Kasumi jumps a foot in the air, eyes flying wide open. She blinks rapidly at the boy in front of her.

To his credit, Ryuji looks apologetic. “My bad, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, don’t worry. It was my fault for zoning out. In public, no less!” Smoothing out her track jacket, she sends him a small smile. “Happy New Year to you, Sakamoto-senpai. Are you here to wish Kurusu a happy new year?”

She tries her best to see if there was any way to gauge if he’d been affected before scrapping the idea. He was already cheerful to begin with, and she simply didn’t know enough about him other than being another friend of Akira.

“Hell yeah! Oops, I mean heck,” he grins. “Best not to swear in front of a kohai, don’t wanna leave an impression or nothing.”

��That’s not an issue, think nothing of it,” says Kasumi. “What will you be doing today, then?”

“The two of us are headed to the temple. My ma says it’s real important for us to go during New Year’s, since, you know.” He waves a hand nonchalantly.

She tilts her head. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

“You don’t? That’s weird. Rumors are fast in Shujin, or at least I thought Akira would’ve told you,” rubbing the back of his neck, he lends her a half-smile; far and away from his usual grin, much softer and gentler. “We’re—”

The door to LeBlanc swings open, interrupting Ryuji.

“Akira!” His expression turns so bright that it’s nearly blinding. “Are you—oh, Akechi’s here, too.”

Kasumi turns around, eyes landing on Akira. She blinks. Twice. Thrice, just to make sure.

Akira is someone who finds the weight of words to be inconsequential next to the weight of actions. But even with the presence of physical gestures, what he does reveal are minuscule. Reserved. It makes his already crucial actions all the more vital once you realize that a flick of his head or the quirk of his mouth is practically half the conversation. Kasumi’s used to having to squint a little to grasp at every fray like a spotlight to reveal what he’s trying to tell her without saying it.

So when Akira’s face morphs into a huge smile reaching all the way into his eyes and honest-to-god dimples sprouting at the very top of his cheekbones like untamable weeds, all she can focus on is the dread that makes her stomach feel like it’s supporting bricks.

“You can head in, Ryuji,” Akira says, and his voice is warm enough that for a second she forgets they’re in the dead of winter. “Akechi just wants to talk for a second.”

She pries herself away from his alien expression to glimpse at Akechi’s instead. His cool passiveness doesn’t surprise her.

A worried frown clouds Ryuji’s features. “Yeah, sure, of course, dude. I know you gotta do what you gotta do.” He turns to Akechi. “Hey, we ain’t close or nothin’, but I’m here if you need an ear.”

For some reason, Akechi recoils infinitesimally. Instead of answering, he walks away, Akira close behind him.

Kasumi quickly bows to Ryuji. “Excuse me, but I must get going now.”

Without waiting for a response, she follows Akira and Akechi as they round the corner. Immediately, the scent of detergent and essential oils invade her nostrils, not unpleasantly. A sudden wave of heat washes over them, hot enough that she almost considers taking off her coat.

They turn and enter a small, cramped laundry room. The floors are covered with a thin layer of dirt and grime, obscuring the once colorful pigment of the tiles underneath. Lining the walls are aging washing machines and dryers, all of them silent and unmoving. Nobody is going to enter a run down coin laundry room in the middle of Yongen anytime soon.

But even with that in mind, she still flinches when Akechi grabs Akira’s collar and slams him into dryers hard enough for all three machines to rattle.

“Cut the bullshit, Kurusu,” he snarls, knuckles a stark white next to Akira’s coat. “You know I can’t stand your games.”

“Akechi-san, there’s no need to hurt him like this over a couple of questions!”

Akira’s lips tilt upward, almost apologetic. “It’s okay, let him get it out of his system.”

“Are you mocking me?” Akechi asks, eyes narrowing. “Why are you pretending there isn’t something wrong in your damn cafe?”

“Because there isn’t?”

“Wait,” Kasumi says, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry for interrupting, but what’s wrong in Leblanc?”

“Beats me,” Akira shoves his hands in his pockets, worryingly nonchalant with the fact that someone is still holding on to him threateningly.

Akechi takes a deep breath. “Alright then,” he releases Akira from his grip. “How about you tell me who’s in the cafe, hmm? Perhaps something as simple as that can finally inspire that brain of yours to be put to use.”

“Thank you, you’ve always been such a charmer.” Straightening out his jacket, “Don’t know why you’re so desperate for me to say it, since you were literally there with me—”

“Cut. The. Bullshit.”

“Okay, okay. There’s Futaba, Sojiro, and Morgana. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Akechi tilts his head back and it’s almost like he’s speaking to a toddler when he asks, “And, pray tell, what species is Morgana?”

Akira stares at him for several very, very long moments, and his tone matches Akechi’s when he slowly answers: “A human.”

The noise from the train tracks had become audible all the way from the station for a few moments.

He takes a step away from the boy in front of him, eyes widening ever so lightly. “You really don’t know, do you?” Akechi asks.

As if he sensed the change in his attitude, gray eyes seem to search red ones. Whatever he was looking for, Akira came up empty-handed. “I really, really don’t.” Looking up, he turns his attention on Kasumi, “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

“I…” Shoulders tense enough to launch an arrow from it, her mind moves a hundred miles an hour. Eyes flickering towards Akechi, a quiet shock seems to be emanating from the way his jaw is clenched, as if the rug of the world was pulled from underneath him in this run-down laundromat. “There’s something very wrong, senpai. And you need to realize it.”

And then like a perfect fit of a puzzle piece, the solution finally clicks into place. A way to make Akira see and possibly save Akechi’s sanity along the way.

She bows at a perfect ninety-degree angle (more out of habit than anything).

“Senpai, please accompany me,” Kasumi implores. “I know you already had plans with Sakamoto-senpai, but this is too important to postpone any longer. Akechi-san and I would not lie about matters like this,” she tilts her head up, eyes locking on Akira’s dilated pupils. “Please.”

A heartbeat passes, and another, before finally, “Okay.”

Kasumi stands up straight and beams. “Thank you! Please follow me.”

They exit the laundromat and she’s mourning the loss of heat when Akechi falls into step with her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses.

“You look like needed help back there,” she takes a peek to make sure Akira’s still following them and tries not to feel guilty when he’s furiously texting on his phone. “So this is me helping.”

Akechi looks at her. It’s probably a habit of his. “You know about the Metaverse, yet you aren’t a Phantom Thief.”

“Neither are you, Akechi-san,” even without looking, she can feel his glare on her. “I’ll go into detail about that later, but I think that the priority here should be to bring Kurusu-senpai back, right? And besides,” she smoothes down her hair. “It can be a bargain, since it seems I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

They’re nearing Yongen-Jaya station when Akechi finally heaves a sigh, somehow frustrated and dignified at the same time. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

So do I.

She throws a smile his way.

—

Kasumi is perfectly split into relief and dread when they hopped off the train and rounded the corner to see the massive, looming, incomprehensibly-constructed Palace in front of them. Swirls on swirls, blinding lights, beams that stick out like stubborn branches in a packed forest. A building (if she can even call it that) so out of this world that it seems hand-crafted of the fragments that manifest dreams; unreal, untouchable, and impossible to understand.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Akechi regards the Palace with a begrudged sort-of awe. “The idea to take us here isn’t half-bad.”

“Thank you. In truth, I only know of this Palace by complete accident.”

“Hmm, I thought so,” he nods, never taking his eyes off of the immaculate structure in front of them. “How did you find it?”

“By pure chance! I like to visit Odaiba, and since today is New Year’s—”

“I meant,” Akechi flashes her a wide smile, so large and unnatural that she has to catch herself from flinching. With his teeth bared and the curve of his lips sugar-sweet, it’s reminiscent to how a Cheshire cat may look while holding a loaded pistol in its paw. “How did you first find it, and how are you certain that it’s a Palace, Yoshizawa-san.”

“I, um, still by pure chance. Actually, it was with Kurusu-senpai and—” Kasumi’s eyes widen before rushing towards Akira, doubled-over and trembling, desperately clutching his head so tightly that she’s half-convinced that he’s trying his damndest to pull his hair out. “Senpai! What’s wrong?”

She frets over him uncertainty, at a loss. “My head,” he mutters, eyes scrunched tight. “It feels like it’s about to split open.”

Akechi presses a knee to the cold concrete in front of Akira. “Head up,” he orders. When he doesn’t react, he clicks his tongue. “Come on, Kurusu. Work with me.”

Nothing happens. Only the stuttering staccato of Akira’s labored breathing plays on repeat like a busted vinyl. After a few moments, the haggard rise and fall of his chest subsides, turning into something more manageable.

Then, slowly, Akira starts to look up.

Akechi smirks. “See? Was that so—”

“Akechi.”

The air around the three of them seems to still with the weight of his tone. The resounding note of levity in Akira’s voice is gone, and what’s in its place is impossible to identify. “How are you here?”

“Ah,” Akechi mutters, straightening up. “It’s about time you’ve come to.”

“Wait,” Kasumi says. “What’s happening? Is he okay now?”

His eyes stay glued to Akira. “I believe,” he says. “That whatever spell he was under has dissipated.”

“How are you here?” Akira repeats. He shakes his head vigorously, as if trying to rid of some mythically induced punch to the jaw. “Aren’t you supposed to be in, I don’t know, prison? Honestly, I still have no idea how you’re even alive.”

“You were in prison?” Kasumi asks. “Wait, you died?”

“If we’re being real here, I don’t know if he died.”

“It’s a bit of a gray zone, even for me.”

Akira squints. “You don’t know if you died? How is that even possible?”

“Can we please focus on the matter at hand?”

“How is you dying not the most crucial thing right now?”

“That’s old news, it happened back in November.”

“And you still don’t know how you died even though it was two months ago?”

“I was busy.”

“I am so lost,” Kasumi groans.

“So is Akechi, apparently.”

“Point is,” Akechi cuts in, seemingly bored about the topic of his passing. “One moment I was in the Tokyo Detention House, aggressively interrogated, and the next I’ve been released, no questions asked. An action that’s merely impossible to rationalize.” Akechi catches Akira’s expression. “What is it? Don’t believe me?”

“No, it’s not that,” Akira clenches his eyes shut. “Sorry, just give me a minute.” He focuses on his breathing, an unsteady intake of air, held in for five seconds, and slowly lets it out gently as if he were trying not to blow out a flame in front of him.

Kasumi frowns and turns to Akechi. “Do you think it’s a side effect of his memory lapse?”

“It’s possible, but guarantees are a long shot until we get more information.”

Nodding, she turns her attention back to Akira. “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly? Like if Makoto went ham on a wall and I was the paint.”

“If there’s one thing I can give Niijima, it’s her alarming upper body strength.”

“Oh, are you friends with Niijima-senpai as well, Akechi-san?”

Akechi shares a quick glance with Akira before answering, “No, never,” the same time Akira says, “Eh, in a weird way, sure.”

“Anyway,” Akechi pushes on, “If we ever finish with the emergency first-aid and idle chatter,” he points a finger at the looming Palace, unphased by the three of them loitering on its premises. “Let’s get a move on.”

“Yes,” Kasumi looks around. “The entrance should still be the same last time, so.” She makes her way to the gate.

Akira tries to follow her, but a hand tugs him back. He rolls his eyes before forcibly ripping Akechi’s hand off of his coat. “What happened to the ‘no idle chatter’ rule?”

“What was that?” Akechi hisses, the tempo of his walk increasing as Akira attempts to outpace him. “I’ve seen you drugged, beaten, spat on, yet never have I seen you so—”

“Oh, this is interesting,” Akira doesn’t even glance at him. “Has Akechi Goro had a change of heart? There wasn’t even a calling card.”

“Knock off this sassy shit, it doesn’t suit you.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Kurusu—”

“Why do you care?” Akira finally whirls on him. “What, do you suddenly have empathy now? Thank you, by the way, for taking my place in December but that doesn’t mean anything changed.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” he scoffs. “Not that I wanted it to, heaven forbid.”

“Then what is it?”

“I just wanted to make sure that whatever your headache was back there won’t happen again, because there is no way in hell I’m babysitting two toddlers in this Palace.”

Akira frowns and continues his walk, slower this time. “Lay off her, she’s stronger than she looks,” his gray eyes slide to Akechi’s direction. “Not to mention, she’s one of the only people who doesn’t hate you.”

“Are you truly an idiot to think you can trick me a second time?”

“What?”

“Your little trick about Niijima back there?” says Akechi. “Might’ve worked on strawberry shortcake, but I’m almost insulted you think you fooled me in the art of misdirection.”

“Gah, should’ve known it was too easy.”

“You should’ve. We can’t afford to lose your head somewhere else when we have this,” he gestures at the building they’re nearing. “To focus on. So, will you, or will you not, be able to handle yourself?”

“I’ll be fine, Jesus. I was just,” Akira tugs on his forelock, frustrated. “Realizing that my memories were messed with, realizing that some things aren’t…” He takes a deep breath. “Real. It shakes you, okay?”

“I must agree. Hearing about Wakaba in a passing conversation is already disturbing, but seeing Morgana as a human is truly harrowing,” he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m thankful that your memory seems to be the only thing that changed about you.”

“...Yeah. Me too.”

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Akechi says as Kasumi yelps when her outfit changes in a flash of fire. A few more steps have Akira and Akechi following suit, albeit calmer than her. “I suppose it’s time to begin.”

Tugging on his red gloves, Akira turns to the other two. Almost unconsciously, his posture has changed; he’s taller now, broader, and his chin is tilted with a hint of smugness to it.

His tone is sharp but not unkind. “Akechi, since we’re missing both Mona and Futaba, you’re on as Navi. We’re also missing our heavy hitter, but if I remember right, Cendrillon packs a punch, so Kasumi will be filling in. I’ve got a few Personas with Mediaharan so we've got some leeway with a healer on the squad. Don’t forget, the key point here is to gain information, not crack some heads.” His eyes look cooly into Akechi’s mildly bored expression and Kasumi’s flustered one. “Any questions?”

Akechi leans to his right, voice low. “In case he didn’t make himself anymore obvious, yes, he’s the leader of the Thieves.” Then louder, “No questions.”

“Same,” she replies as she processes the new information. Being part of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts is big enough already, but leading them—

“Good,” he turns, coattail fluttering behind him. “Then let’s get to work.”

—

Working alongside Akechi in the next hour or so is exactly what she would describe being like missing a step on the stairs, or a monkey bar on the playground: intense discomfort, but not necessarily life-threatening.

While she’d never doubt Akira’s decisions to make him the navigator, she’s definitely a little surprised, to say the least. (She still cringes a little bit just how hard the shadow bursts into ash from Akechi’s gleeful smackdown.)

On the bright side, Kasumi is now completely certain that there’s something absolutely, undeniably, fundamentally changed about the famous Detective Prince she thought she knew. There’s an aspect about him that’s just unhinged enough to make her uneasy, but that doesn’t change the fact that he's a monster in battle: lethal, calculating, and most importantly, ruthless in every sense of the word.

She can at least take comfort in Akira.

He’s gotten stronger since they last fought. He’s faster now, more clever. If Akechi was a monster on the battlefield, Akira would be something like an assassin—quiet, and strikes with precision in order to take care of the Shadow as efficiently as possible. The ashes he leaves behind are in a small pile instead of a confetti imitation.

And just like before, Akira speaks with confidence, with power-like he’s so sure of what he’s ordering that the person who heard it would simply follow because there isn’t even an ounce of doubt minced into his words. Even Akechi conducts what’s asked of him with no hesitation. How she never pieced together that he was the leader of the notorious, internationally known Phantom Thieves is beyond her.

The three of them fly by the Palace with only a little difficulty, and she lets herself relax a little bit. It’s going well, and she starts to let herself believe that this might be easier than she expected.

That is, until they run into Dr. Maruki in a clean, white suit and make her watch a video that shakes her reality and makes her fall to her knees, hard.

—

Shattering glass. That’s what it’s like.

If what she knew was true is a tall, glass wall, it had been smashed to tiny pieces reminiscent of a mug being put on high heat on top of a kitchen stove. Everything is crashing down.

While the world ends around her, Maruki’s voice comes in from a few meters in front of her (though it can just as easily be from another planet away as far as she can tell). She’s vaguely aware that she’s back in her normal clothes and that Akechi and Akira are standing in front of her, weapons drawn and fingers twitching towards their masks.

The only thing tethering her here is the sharp pain that shot up her legs when she collapsed and it hurts just enough to make sure she keeps breathing. Otherwise, she’s sure that her brain would’ve simply stopped functioning.

“You see?” Maruki says, voice coated in regret. Even faced with three other Persona users, he has nothing but kindness and sympathy to offer. “You understand how much pain she’s in now, don’t you?”

Akechi sneers, flexing his fingers around the handle of serrated steel. “So you, what was it? Brainwashed her, muddled up her cognition in order to change her reality for her own wishes?”

“That’s right,” Maruki smiles, similar to a teacher gently explaining the course material to a struggling student. “I had the power at the time to actualize her wish, limited as it was. She had undergone a deep and traumatizing tragedy, forcing her into carrying the excruciating baggage of survivor’s guilt.”

He sighs heavily, as if the words he speaks physically wound him to say out loud. “She only had one wish during that dark period of her life, one she was so desperate to make true that she was willing to confide with a complete stranger in order to make that wish bloom into reality: for Yoshizawa Sumire to becoming Yoshizawa Kasumi instead.”

Yoshizawa Sumire. Yoshizawa Sumire. Yoshizawa Sumire. That name is flung around her skull like an echo in a cave, ingraining itself into the bone, or perhaps it’s reinstituting itself back into her cells, but whatever it is it hurts, it hurts so much, her head is pounding and she’s not sure why until—until—

Sumire.

Her heart clenches painfully tight in her chest. The echo continues, and she realizes it’s not just a random voice speaking her name, but her sister’s.

Sumire, come on!

She’s tempted, so tempted to cover her ears to block off the voice, but that would be impossible.

Sumire, let’s go out today!

No. That’s not why she won’t cover her ears. Even if it was possible to force the ongoing calls in her mind to cease, she still wouldn’t stop it because—

Don’t tell them, but I stole some ice cream for us, Sumire!

Because—

This is my sister, Yoshizawa Sumire, and we’re going to reach the top of the world together!

Because the voice in her head spoke with a voice absolutely dripping with pure love and adoration.

SIlently, with legs shaking and hot teardrops hitting the carpet in a continuous stream, Yoshizawa Sumire stands on her own two feet.

“If Sumire-san can live a healthy, positive life by becoming Kasumi-san,” Maruki continues. “Then I believe that this reality is what would make her happy.”

“Is that what you believe, doctor?”

Three heads turn as Sumire speaks, red hair still fallen from its ribbon, eyes filled with tears, and an inexplicable expression painted on her features.

“In our countless sessions, I’ve spoken to you about what would make me happy, what would grant joy in my life,” she slowly makes her way to Maruki, and though she spoke quietly, her voice carries over with ease. “One topic would be saying that Yoshizawa Kasumi would make my life better. For that, I apologize. That was a lie that I wasn’t even aware I was telling. Being Kasumi was a simple solution, an easy way out, but it’s not what would bring me happiness. I had desperately wanted to become Kasumi because I would do anything to stop being Sumire.”

She doesn’t even bother to wipe the tears that blurred her vision as she continues, “And so I did something truly horrible,” Sumire looks up and gave a small, bitter smile. “By getting rid of Sumire, I killed not only Kasumi, but also someone Kasumi loved very, very dearly. Could I be even more selfish?”

“That’s not selfish,” Maruki says firmly. “Self-preservation is not something to look down on, Sumire-san. And if it would help you to stay as Kasumi—”

“Dr. Maruki, I’m not here for a counseling session. I’m trying to tell you that I did something I deeply, deeply regret,” her eyes harden. “I appreciate what you tried to do for me. I know that you only wanted to help. However, you gave me no say in the matter. You didn’t let me decide or let me think about what you were trying to give me. And, doctor, whether or not you wanted for it to happen, by granting me this wish, you inadvertently wanted me to forget the existence of Kasumi.”

She didn’t even need to look down, the bright flash of fire had once again engulfed her body for the briefest moment—her Metaverse outfit had returned. “And that is something I can never, ever forgive for as long as I breathe.”

Silence had sheathed the room, only the panting of Sumire’s breath puncturing it. And then Maruki lets his eyes slide shut.

“I’m saddened that you see it that way, Sumire-san. However, it’s clear that your mind is already made up. Maybe after a long period of time, you may even begin to heal.”

“Does that mean you’ll let up your...fake reality?” she asks.

“Fake reality?” his brows furrow. “Nothing about what I brought people was fake. Everything is quite real, in every literal sense. All it takes is some tweaking,” he looks past Sumire. “You’re looking well, Akechi-san.”

Akechi lets out a sharp laugh. “What you’re doing isn’t altruism. You’re just so desperate to prove your research that you’re willing to drag the entire city in with you.” His eyes narrow ever so slightly. “It seems that you’ve run out of allies here, doctor.”

The regret in Maruki’s eyes deepen even further, making him look older. “Even you, huh?” he says softly. “Why are you fighting so hard against what would only bring you happiness?” He scans their faces, and his eyes land on one of them. “You’ve been awfully quiet this entire time, Kurusu-kun.”

“Give it up,” Akechi rolls his eyes. “Do you need me to spell it out for you? You lost.”

“Your wish,” Maruki continues, eyes still locked on Akira. “Were you displeased with it?”

A beat passes.

Kasumi hesitates. “Kurusu-senpai’s...wish?”

“He didn’t have a wish.”

“Oh, but he did, didn’t he?” It’s Maruki’s turn to take a step forward. “I was wondering why he looked slightly off when you all entered. I can only imagine how disorienting it must’ve been to be ripped away from that reality and back into this much crueler one.” Taking in their expressions, “He didn’t tell you?”

Even Akechi had nothing to say.

“Kurusu-kun, let me ask again: were you displeased with your wish?”

For a long, long moment, Akira only stared blankly, before finally, with the softest voice, “No, I wasn’t.”

“Were you happy?”

Akira takes a shuddering breath, “Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

“Fuck this,” Akechi hisses, grabbing Akira’s shoulder and shaking him aggressively. He doesn’t spare him a glance. “Why are you giving this fraud your time of day?”

“Love can make people act out of the ordinary,” Maruki answers.

“Love…?” Sumire’s eyes dart around, thinking. With her extremely limited information, her mind flips through the events of the day, extracting whatever she can remember to see if anything has been let slip about his wish could possibly be. He’s such a reserved person that it would be impossible to pry something from his expression unless it was completely—

A huge smile. Plans earlier that day. New Year’s.

—Obvious.

Sumire lets out a loud gasp, eyes wide and landing on Akira.

“Senpai…” she can hear something like pity from her own voice. “Your wish is...Sakamoto-senpai?”

The hand on Akira’s shoulder goes deathly still.

“I admit, I was surprised as you are,” Maruki says. “But as it turns out, even someone like Kurusu-kun here is just as human as the rest of us.”

Sumire stands there, mouth slightly gaping. For it to be as plain and simple as to be able to love and be loved in return is…unexpected. Heart clenching, she turns to Akira and asks, just barely above a whisper: “Did you really think it was so impossible that you have to resort to wishing?”

Akira cracks a smile. His eyes flicker towards her and, even in the poor lighting, she has no problem seeing the way defeat is etched into every feature of his expression. “Yeah, I really, really did.”

Directing his gaze back to the carpet, he continues. “But what I want doesn’t really matter. I got more than what I ever thought I would, more than what I thought was possible.” Akechi retracts his hand slowly, as if he wants nothing more than to avoid being caught. “I got my memories of this reality, and I’ll always remember what I could’ve had. So, really, I’m fine with letting this go.”

Akira looks up, and his voice carries new weight to it, a discovered strength. “If it’s for my friends, I’m fine with letting this go.'”

Sucking in a breath, Sumire opens her mouth to say something, anything. Instead, Akechi pulls out his pistol and presses the muzzle lightly to the back of Akira’s skull.

In a split second, Sumire has her rifle out and pointed to Akechi. “Akechi-san,” she says, voice low. “What are you doing?”

“Did you listen to a word he just said?” he says. Akira doesn’t react when he feels the shift of the muzzle.

“Yes,” she says, hands sweaty around the stock. “He refuted Maruki’s sentiments.”

“No, he didn’t. What he actually said was ‘if it’s for my friends, I’m fine letting this go.”

“That’s right,” her brows furrow. “So what’s the problem?”

“If there’s one, single thing I learned about Kurusu,” he clenches his teeth. “Is that there isn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for his idiotic friends.”

A beat passes.

“Nice catch,” Akira huffs out a laugh. “I don’t really care about my wish really, but if it’s for them? For their happiness?” he turns his head and looks directly into the barrel, unblinking. “That’s something I have to fight for.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You don’t know them like I do. You don't know how much it means for them to have their lives back.” Body swerving to completely face Akechi, “Are you going to try and stop me?” he smiles crookedly. “I think we both know how this’ll play out.”

Akechi doesn’t respond, but his weaponized hand begins to tremble.

Sighing, Akira turns to Sumire. “I’m really proud of you for breaking free and standing up for what you think is right. It hurts, it sucks, but you did it.” His jaw clenches, “I just hope you know that I’m trying to do the same thing.”

“Tell me you’re not going through with this, senpai,” her voice shakes. “Please. You’re right, it hurts. It hurts to know that reality is horrible and unforgiving and so unfair, but it’s better than living a lie.”

“That might be how you see it, Sumire,” he pivots and makes his way to Maruki’s side, Akechi’s hand still extended. “But they might disagree. They’ve been through so much, too much. And just as they’ve helped me, I want to protect their happiness.” He stands tall next to Maruki, black and white, only a few feet apart. “Even if it means standing against the two of you.”

Maruki is positively beaming at the boy next to him. “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I truly thank you. Seeing you agree with me on this means the world. I promise, I won’t let you down.” Akira nods.

“And as for you two,” Maruki looks back at Akechi and Sumire. “I implore you to reconsider your decision. There’s no ploy here, no scam, or trick, or fine print. I honestly just want to see both on the side of happiness that you deserve. If this new reality ceases to exist, then your potential wishes and everyone else’s will disappear with it. So I beg of you, please reconsider.”

He pulls out his phone. “I’ll give you both a week. A week from now to discover the world. Take a look around, see how happy people are. I pray you change your minds by then.”

Maruki exits, walking deeper into the depths of the laboratory, Akira on his heels. Pausing, he turns, gloved hands tucked into his pockets.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this. But I owe it to them, and to you two,” his eyes flicker. “Especially you, Goro.”

Akechi sucks in a breath, gun still pointed to Akira’s head even as he turns and disappears from their view.

Silence suffocates them once his footsteps fade away.

“Dammit,’ Akechi mutters, finally lowering his pistol. “Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.”

Swerving, he raises his gun to the wall instead. “God fucking dammit!” he hisses, unloading all of his ammo until the clicking of trigger results in nothing. “Fuck.”

Sumire’s eyes dart towards the direction they left. “Should...should we fight them?”

He waves a hand, shoving his pistol back in its holter. “No use—even at my strongest, it still wasn’t enough to bring him down. With someone as powerful as Maruki alongside him, it would be suicide.”

The sound of heavy footsteps overlapping one another echo from the hallway. “And so would staying here,” Sumire forces the lump down her throat. “We should leave.”

“Agreed.”

She makes her way to the exit and, in the corner of her eye, catches Akechi glancing at the direction Akira went in with an indecipherable expression, and silently joins Sumire.

—

The crisp winter air hits them as a flash of fire takes away their Metaverse costumes once more. Sumire looks up to be greeted by the moon and stars. They’ve been in there for a whole day.

“That was...an intense experience, to say the least.” When no response came, she faces Akechi, glaring hard at nothing. “Are...do you want to talk about Kurusu-senpai?”

“No,” he decides. Pulling his coat sleeve back, he peers at his watch. “Damn him,” Akechi mummers. “First he acts like an idiot, now he made me waste an entire damn day.” He holds his hand out to Sumire. “Your phone, and unlock it.”

She blinks. “Sorry, but why?”

“You want to have a discussion at length, yes? I’d need some way of contacting you,” he wiggles his fingers impatiently. “Phone.”

Sumire hands him her phone, unlocked. As he types in his contact, she hesitates before saying, “I’m glad that you still want to go back and save senpai.”

He scoffs. “I most definitely do not give a single shit about that empathetic moron,” holding her phone out, she gingerly places it back in her pocket. “I’m here to make sure that my reality isn’t skewed by some doctor with an obvious sob story and someone with a bleeding heart for the first seven people he met.”

“Thank you,” she answers honestly. Sumire wasn’t sure if he’d only been placating her when he agreed to talk, and she’s glad she doesn’t have to convince him that they’re on the same side of the fight. “I’m happy to hear that we’re allies.”

“Allies, hmm?” Readjusting his scarf, “Seeing as how you didn’t crumble under the temptation of Maruki’s ideas, I’m not averse to the idea of an alliance between us.”

She gives him a small smile. “I can’t say I’m completely free from the temptation, but the idea of getting rid of someone my sister loved is, to be frank, disgusting.” Sticking her hand out, “I look forward to working with you, Akechi-san.”

He looks down at it before shaking. Akechi smiles back, sugar-sweet. “If you don’t drop the ‘san,’ I may reconsider.”

“My apologies, Akechi-san,” she says before she can catch herself.

His eyes narrow and drops her hand. For a moment, her heart lurched in fear that he was somehow serious about the threat. Instead, he starts walking towards the station. “I’m free all day tomorrow. Text or call me for the address; I’ll meet you there.”

“What if you don’t respond?”

“I always respond.”

Sumire sighs, relieved. One less problem to worry about, at least. She waits until he’s completely out of sight before heading to the station, exhaustion finally getting to her.

Whatever it takes, she’s going to save Akira, because she can say with complete and utter confidence, she is the Yoshizawa Sumire.

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