#she's an adult and a teacher if she noticed kenji had a thing for her she should not have indulged him

[bakafurai]

yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyways

[marshieee]

Sunflower🌻

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Y’all i almost forgot about this story of mine I’m also working on my another forgotten story of you being yamaguchi’s twin sister and having a cat and dog relationship with tsukishima. I also planning on making the “i wanna marry someone” as a text, but i guess it’ll take a while.

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Oikawa puffed his cheeks as he placed down his phone, doesn’t mean he has a lot of fans he can’t treat a girl right.

��I can treat a girl right, heck I’m gonna make her my queen, serve her and stuff”

He mumbles to himself. Maki and mattsun already saw oikawa’s distress face and litterally had a plan on teasing him as they look at eachother gosh talk about soulmate .

Oikawa did’nt brother to reply anymore he’s pretty sure that aj would just tease him. He looked outside the window and suddenly the thing that aj just mentioned to them suddenly pops up in his head.

“Flowers huh”

If that’s true, what flower do me and my soulmate share?

“Do you literally need me?, just like you said you were born here so I’m pretty sure u basically KNOW the place”

It’s been a good half an hour since your cousin been ranting on picking you up from the station. You just rolled your eyes and pinched his sides.

“OW WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“shut up we’re on the bus dumbass, and besides just so you know i was gone for years duh”

“You’re talking like you’ve been gone for enternity, literally nothing changed here since you left except some fee small shops closed and new ones started to open that’s it”

“So there’s still some changes kenji”

“Oh shut up you know what I’m talking about”

You just looked out the window, didn’t have any energy to argue with more like you don’t wanna argue with him since you’re both in the bus you can’t just freely shout at him like you two always do.

“Sejoh is still big as ever huh”

“Yeah so?”

“I’m not talking to you dimwit i was talking to myself”

“Girl—tsk”

The bus was now in the busy streets of miyagi, alot of students are now going home,some went to a family restaurant,some just sitting on the benches having good talks. You remember when you did that with your friends here in miyagi too, you can also see some exhausted adults going home from work.

“This place hasn’t changed at all”

“I told you so”

“Yeah yeah i know genius you don’t—“

Suddenly out of nowhere, for a split second you swore your vision was filled with glowing...

“Sunflowers”

Out of nowhere you suddenly felt a wave of nostalgic feelings for a second.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Huh? A-ah yeah yeah I’m fine, i think i just got exhausted from traveling too far”

You closed your eyes and just placed your head on your cousin’s shoulder, futakuchi was confused at first but then just let you be.

Yeah maybe I’m just exhausted from traveling that i see hallucinations.

After class

“Now that was boring”

“You’re just making excuses you literally didn’t even listened”

“Like i said cuz it was boring”

Aj stretched out her arms and got her bag, iwaizumi just scratched his head feeling frustrated.

“Awww don’t give me that kind of reaction iwa-chan I’ll eventually get it if you teach me”

“I’m not your teacher”

Aj looked at him from behind and smiled “but your much better than our teacher i learn a lot from you fyi”

Aj started to walk towards the back door again, iwaizumi following her from behind can’t help to have a small blush from what aj said to him. Oikawa was just waiting outside their classroom immediately saw them and smiled.

“Hey boo! Why didn’t you wait us outside?”

“I can’t wait here?”

“Your room is literally on the other side of the building oikawa, and it’s just beside the stairs”

“But i miss you iwa-chan~”

“Wanna die?”

“Now now as much i love to see some bloodshed around here i need this man to take me to the new ice cream shop so please don’t iwaizumi”

Oikawa stuck out his tounge and iwaizumi immediately choked him. Oikawa was tapping his shoulder furiously signaling him that he can’t breathe.

As if iwaizumi cares.

“What are you two doing? Come on i want ice cream”

Iwaizumi eventually let go of oikawa who almost faced death, they both started to follow aj.

“Sometimes i thought how could you be so violent at me”

Oikawa still gasping some air while massaging his neck. Iwaizumi looked at him and smirked.

“Because you deserve it, you look like someone who needs a good hard discipline”

“Ooooooh iwa-chan so kinky~”

“WTF?! DID YOU JUST HEARD WHAT I SAID?!”

“Oh no no i did not sir”

Aj stopped and turned around waiting for them to catch up, with a smirk on her face iwaizumi already know what she’s up to. Aj went in the middle of the two and looked at oikawa.

“How kinky iwa-chan, choking tooru and giving him a ‘good hard discipline’ “

“Please stop making it weird”

“Hahahahahaha shit iwaizumi your future meant to be will be so sore”

“Aj please, oi oikawa stop giving me that look!”

Aj looked at her side and saw oikawa giving iwaizumi the look of horror mixed with disgust, aj eventually laughed hard.

“Iwa-chan is that why?”

“SHUT UP THAT’S NOT IT!!STOP MAKING IT WEIRD SHITTYKAWA!!”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

They were in the busy streets of miyagi, like per usual they always encounter few of oikawa’s fan that they have to literally stop and wait from the sidelines. Few girls were suspicious of aj thinking that she was oikawa’s girlfriend even tho oikawa and her explained to them that they’re just friends.

“That girl is the second bitchiest person i ever encountered last week the blonde girl is is still number one”

“Oikawa you really need to do something about that”

“Like what?”

“Like post something on your social media or something? You do have one right?”

“Yeah i—“

Out of nowhere his vision was filled with glowing sunflowers, but disappeared immediately. Too confused he didn’t noticed a pole and hits his head. Aj and iwaizumi who didn’t noticed that oikawa was lagging eventually turned around when the heard a loud pang.

“Owww”

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA”

Iwaizumi held his tummy while pointing at the pained oikawa, aj on the other hand is holding herself from laughing.

“Honey pffft are you o-ok? Pfft”

Aj went to oikawa holding her mouth to prevent her from laughing. She saw the red mark on his forehead and immediately turned around and giggled.

“Ah what show shittykawa, are you ok tho?”

Aj who eventually calmed down turned back at him while wiping her tears, still giggling at what happened.

“Yeah what happened boo?”

Oikawa was about to explain to them about what had happened but thought maybe they wouldn’t believe him instead he just gave a shrug and laughs it off

“I think i was too pre-occupied by volleyball I didn’t see where I’m going haha”

“Well honey be careful next time, we love seeing you this dumb but please be careful who knows what will happen next”

“Yeah she’s right”

Aj went to a vending machine and bout a small orange juice box, she grabbed oikawa’s hand and gave him the juice box

“Place that on your forehead, my treat”

“Thanks aj”

She just smiled, “now let’s go get my ice cream”

Oikawa bit his lips, he didn’t know what was that, hallucinations? Maybe and then again aj’s story came into his mind again.

“No that’s impossible” he scoffed.

“What’s that boo?”

“Ah nothing nothing let’s go”

There’s no way that’s true.....right?

Fun Fact:

*Aj usually don’t call Oikawa as oikawa, she calls him either tooru or boo or other pet names. She calls iwaizumi as iwaizumi,hajime or iwa-chan thank to oikaw.

*Oikawa has been in the same class with the two except now.

*Aj literally wanna fight any stubborn girl who keeps saying she’s oikawa’s gf.

[o-dragon05]

Daughter: Chapter One, A Shie Hassaikai fanfiction

He had been in love with Sakai Jun since she joined their class in the seventh grade. She quickly became top of their class in grades, and always knew the right answer. If she didn't know it the first time, she'd keep working until she could raise her hand and definitely get it right the second time.

He knew her mother was Chinese and her father Japanese. Her parents ran the soba place that everyone loved to go to on their days off. He knew that her quirk was Ink Flow, but she never used it in school unless a particular math problem stumped her, and then she would write it out on her skin so she could see it in front of her, tangibly.

He knew she always read during breaks, but didn't know if that was because she wanted to, or if it was because she was shy. He never saw her around friends, not until they began eighth grade. Until then, she always ate alone in the cafeteria. She loved oranges. On rainy days, on his way to the cafeteria with his friends, he would see her sitting by a window and watching the rain. Sometimes she would notice him watching and smile in that way of hers, like it surprised her, and she'd look down quickly so that her bangs covered her eyes. Whenever she did that, like maybe she liked him, too, butterflies would fill him and he'd stumble over his words to hide how flustered he was. He was in love with her, and he'd never even spoken to her.

"Yo! Earth to Ichirou!"

"Just fucking talk to her!" Irinaka hissed at him during one of their breaks, back of his hand slapping against his chest to get his attention. It worked. It brought him back to Irinaka sitting on his desk and his twin, Kenji, sitting on Irinaka's desk. Kenji looked like he was trying not to laugh. Irinaka looked pissed. "Every day you do the same thing: you just stare at her. If you want to talk to her so badly, just fucking do it!"

Ichirou looked back at where Sakai sat at her desk, book out as usual, but instead of reading, she stared out the window as rain pattered their city. She would be watching the rain at lunch. He wondered if she had an orange.

Maybe today would be the day he took her one. Joined her at lunch. Asked her if she read during breaks because she wanted to or because she felt she had to. Asked her to be his friend.

But - "Nah," he waved Irinaka off, likely pissing the guy off more. He always had a short fuse, though sometimes he reacted for shits and grins and nothing else. "It's not worth it."

Ichirou wanted to talk to her. He wanted to see her fully, instead of these observations he scraped together. But there was an expanse between them. She was headed straight for the top; she was headed for success. He was the son of Yakuza, and he would likely also join the Shie Hassaikai once he was old enough. They all would. Kenji and Irinaka, too.

He and Sakai were on different paths, so he could find contentment in just watching her.

* * * * *

Nakamoto Ichirou was the guy who always had a smile for anyone, whether they were friends with him or not. He always had something positive to say. She was awkward and stumbled over her words and didn't always know what to say, but Nakamoto could make friends with anyone. He was outgoing and personable, and his confidence was overwhelming. His smile was like the sun, so bright that even his eyes squinted when he smiled. He could be counted on to answer their teacher incorrectly every single time, which was a feat because he did make an effort.

He was the most athletic guy in their class. When they were in quirk training, everyone always wanted to be paired with him. He could read people so well and could dissect how they had been using their quirk and talk about new ways they could use it. Partly, it was because his family ran the Quirk Dojo in town - the place that kids or adults could go to get more in-depth training and control over their quirks, or just learn martial arts. But Nakamoto was just talented in it. His nickname was Slip, because once he activated his quirk, Overlook, he used it deftly, slipping from people's vision and was able to complete the physical exercise every single time, no matter what the challenge was.

At break, she would take out her book - whichever one they were reading through for class - but would never turn a page, so focused on listening for him in the back of the class, hanging out with his friends. She wished he would come talk to her. It would be easier than trying to approach his friends and Irinaka. That boy looked like he was mad all the time, and kind of intimidated her a little, but his twin always had a joke up his sleeve.

At lunch, when she sat at the windows when it rained, sometimes she would see him, Nakamoto, and sometimes their eyes would meet and she would glance away quickly, just in case he could tell that just seeing him gave her butterflies.

She knew she shouldn't want him to speak to her. His dad was Yakuza, and she knew what that meant. She knew she should stay away. But she wished he would, anyway. Continue Reading Daughter, on AO3

[good-wine-and-cheese]

20th Century Boys Feelies

Alright here it comes this is just a big ol’ dump of my feelings about 20th Century Boys. Since a lotta people who follow me haven’t read it (and also just because it’s stupid long) I’ll keep it under the cut!

Plot

This was a fun kind of story to read! It was a bit strange in that it felt almost more innocent than Monster, despite the fact that much much worse things happen in 20th Century Boys that threaten the entire world as opposed to the much more self-contained story that Monster was...but I think that has to do with the nature of the story itself. It really does read like the kind of story a bunch of kids would put together, so as terrifying as everything is, it’s hard not to forget that (at least for me). It felt a lot more adventurous and light-hearted as a story. Which isn’t to say that the threat wasn’t felt - it definitely was, it just had a different feel to it. Also the approach to realistically dissecting certain themes in shows (like giant mechs) was fun for me.

Narrative Style

I think one of my favourite things about 20cb was actually the way the story was told kinda back and forth across various points in time. When we got flashbacks to childhood, we only ever saw exactly enough of a particular scene to keep the mystery going while also feeding some new details. It was a very effective way to make me keep reading so I could see that scene again and get more information the next time. It could be a bit difficult to follow sometimes (particularly at the end, when more stuff gets included) but tbh it wouldn’t be the same if it was told differently. 

There was also the humour that really caught my eye (moreso in the way it was shown visually). Kyoko especially had some very comedic facial expressions - it really felt like I could ‘hear’ her sometimes which usually I have a hard time with when reading. 

Characters (as a whole)

God are they relatable. The thing about 20th Century Boys’ cast is that...there’s something that I can see of myself in almost all the characters. I love Monster’s incredibly complex cast, but in terms of relatability, a lot of them are in some way above the average; genius surgeon, wealthy family, super detective, criminal mastermind. 20th Century Boys is just about a buncha people with average jobs that get shoved into a heroic role and I have an easier time seeing myself in them. Especially as kids. Which is something else I need to talk about tbh!

Not only are they really well written as child characters, they also deal with a lot of issues as kids that I can remember having...so it’s really easy for me to sympathize. Like this kid was bullied...that kid just wants people to notice him...they had their special base destroyed..they’re all very human feeling. Also those little “kid issues” are written in such a way that even if they’re menial and silly to adults, there’s a lot of drama and pain behind them. And to kids that is incredibly painful so it really hits you.

20th Century GIRLS

Alright I gotta say something about the female cast of 20CB. For one thing there was a pretty wide variety, which is a nice improvement from having maybe 3 in Monster. Not only are at least 4 of them major players (one even the protagonist for a considerable amount of time) but they’re even in many cases the driving force. Sure the guys do a lot, but it’s the women who are really the go-getters and progress the plot. Like I could go into detail about this but just in general like....a lot of the things that happen in the story are either initiated or progressed by the ladies and that’s awesome tbh. 

Yoshitsune….

Alright special mention here to Yoshitsune because if there’s any character I didn’t expect to care so much about it’s him. First starting the manga I expected that he and Maruo would sort of get pushed into the role of “Kenji’s sidekicks” - but then we end up getting so much more out of both of them.

Yoshitsune in particular is a character I really relate to, much more than I thought I would. A lot of his issues as an adult and as a kid are/were things I really feel so his development (and especially the stuff we see in the virtual reality) was a real heavy hitter for me. I had to actually break from reading for a little after one scene in particular because it was way too real (...of course if I’d have kept reading I would have gotten the closure but yanno)

Outside of being relatable what I really love about Yoshitsune is that even though he’s not a fighter at all, and incredibly shy and weak, he still defends the group’s hideout, and is sort of the grit that keeps them together. In the big fight with the twins we really get to see that, but also in the summer of grade 6 he’d gone ahead and started to rebuild the secret base by himself (and then of course there’s all that he does as an adult). Idk I just really like characters like that, who maybe aren’t very strong or brave but go that extra mile to make sure the group is looked after.

Fave Moments

There’s a bunch of really good scenes here, but I think the ones that really stuck with me were the quieter scenes, without action and fighting. I mean Otcho being an absolute badass was a delight and all, but the scenes that really stuck with me were the ones without fighting.

The biggest one is when Yoshitsune’s group went to take over Friend’s headquarters and what looks like a giant all-out battle quickly just becomes a bunch of people walking calmly through the front doors because Yoshitsune just talks them all down from violence. It’s an incredibly powerful scene to me.

Kenji and Chouno facing down the police and just singing is also amazing (and really solidifies Kenji as a fave tbh). Definitely this is one of the more memorable lines of dialogue from Kenji. 

And the last one was when Sadakiyo talked to his old teacher and he remembered him...seeing the photograph was really sweet and sad and the closest I came to crying tbh

Jeez, okay well that’s all I can think to say right now….it was a really fun (long!!! But fun) ride with a very relatable cast and very fun plot. I wound up relating to the story a lot more than I thought I would (I went in more or less blind). I’ll probably re-read it sometime in the future, because I feel like it’s one of those stories that needs to be read more than once to really digest everything (a LOT happens and all) and I’ll have a different experience the second read through.

I just wish we could’ve seen Yukiji actually flip Otcho that one time she thought he was an enemy lmao

Maybe Billy Bat next….we’ll see

[damijon-supersons]

The Bookworm - an original fic

Okay, here’s the original fic...

Summary: A boy bought a book.

Author’s notes: Hey, thanks for bearing with me. I just really feel the need to take a break from writing nothing but damijon, cuz I love damijon but I’m kinda constrained with what I can write if it’s always just about the boys. So here’s a short, not really a fic, drabble that I thought of thanks to inspiration from my dear friend @batboyblog . He gave me Simon Vs the Homo sapiens Agenda and I’m losing my shit over how much I could relate with it. (and the pic is a stock image of a book lol)

Running in the rain is never fun. I don’t know how movies make it look like staying in the rain was the most enlightening thing that could happen to your life. It just gets you wet and cold. Your clothes get damp and cling to your skin, reminding you that hypothermia is a thing. And the worst part is that your feet get wet from inside your shoes and your socks transform into the world’s most absorbent sponge. There’s no greater torture than having to run with wet, squishy, and freezing socks.

The only thing that could possibly make this worse is if I was carrying a precious, extremely important package in my hands that was highly susceptible to getting utterly destroyed in the rain. That’s not really an ‘if’—it’s more of an ‘I am’. And because I was infinitely stupid to think that it couldn’t possibly rain, I didn’t bother to bring an umbrella when I went out to buy my precious cargo, which again, disintegrates in water. Most things from the local bookstore were like that, unfortunately.

Just before I went inside the house, I hastily shoved the ragged, soggy mess of a paper bag which contained my loot inside my hoodie jacket. My mother definitely must not see it, because she’d ask so many questions. She’d ask what I bought, where I bought it from, and for her to inspect it. That would be the doomsday scenario. She must not know. Ever. I made sure to zip up my jacket just in case—it would make sense cuz I was in the rain.

She opens the door and immediately scolds me for going out in nothing but a hoodie. She gets a towel and wipes the soggy mess that was my hair and process to interrogate me, just as I expected. I told her I went out for soda and chips, which was a very normal thing thirteen-year-old boys like me would do if their moms were like mine and banned anything she viewed was unhealthy in the house.

It’s fine that she got angry and screamed at me about how I was squandering my health away. It was the easiest most believable lie I could think of in a rush. I wasn’t very good at lying to my mom about specific things, and she knew it. When I was younger, she made sure to make me remember the feeling of the consequence of lying. The mangy leather belt that hung in her closet knew that feeling too, but from the perspective, being the thing that made me feel the consequence. This was pretty funny considering I was good at lying about myself in general, and I’d been lying to her, to my friends, to my classmates, and everyone, about myself for some time now.

But anyway, she buys it, and she didn’t notice how I clutched my chest for dear life because the contraband was there inside my jacket. She just thought I was cold. She shouted at me to take a hot shower just as I slammed my bedroom door locked behind me.

I shed my wet, soggy clothes until I’m only in my slightly damp underwear. I peel off the tattered paper bag from the plastic-covered treasure inside. Had I been a normal, straight boy like my mom had always assumed, this thing I held would have been a porn mag. A normal straight boy would have felt the need to hide it as much as I would have. A normal straight boy would have feared his parents catching him with porn just like I was with my package, because parents, and everyone else other than yourself, would be so self-righteous and think that sex stuff is too early and inappropriate for boys my age.

That was bullshit, of course. Just because people think it’s problematic doesn’t stop thirteen-year-old boys from thinking constantly about sex and beating their meat. It doesn’t stop our class jock Billy Madison from snogging and groping the class nerd Julia Evans behind the soccer field equipment shed every after school, and neither did it stop the now-suspended Kenji Izumi from taking pictures of his erect penis and sending it to his would-be girlfriend Liliana McAllister for valentines, who’d loved it. It wouldn’t have been a problem if Lili’s jealous best friend hadn’t caught wind of it and told teachers and Lili’s parents. Funny how straight people could have so much drama like that over such a little thing.

The big thing to take away from those examples is how people reacted. Everyone and their mother knew Billy and Julia took up competitive face-eating and no one bats an eye.  In Kenji’s case, it took making porn of himself for the adults to even notice, and the boys in class actually hailed him as a hero for it. But if it was a boy who held another boy’s hand longer than necessary, just like the way I did with my former seatmate Jon—he’d needed help in maths and I volunteered and wanted to tell him it’s okay suck at things and ask help for them—everyone loses their shit and makes a huge fuss. Thankfully the jeers and homophobic teasing only lasted a day. Jon changed seats, though, and hasn’t talked to me in the six months since.

Maybe he knew. Maybe touching another boy’s hand was enough for him to know that I was gay. And maybe it was enough to see people’s reactions to the thought of something gay for me treat the little package I’d bought with such urgent secrecy.

What I had in my hands wasn’t porn even though the lengths at which I had to hide it would be worthy of porn. No, what I held was a book, a best seller in fact according to the bookstore charts, and thanks most likely to the recent movie that they made based on it. It was just an innocent novel about a boy just like me, who had to deal with being gay in secret. And he had this anonymous email friend that was gay just like him, and through each other, they found…proof, I guess, that being gay was okay. Straight boys worry about their parents finding porn and here I am fearing for my life over a novel that tells me being me was valid. Funny, right? I had to equate the consequences of underage sex with my right to exist.

Maybe. Maybe it’s funny that I’m hiding a book under my mattress. Maybe it’s hilarious that I have to wait until my whole family was passed out before I read a book under my sheets in the light of my iPhone, a book that didn’t even have sex or anything like that, and just had the story of a boy like me who was just trying to find out what a life being a gay boy is all about.

It’s all worth laughing at, I guess. That’s fine. Laughing means everything is okay and normal and good. All the while, every day at school, I’ll be carrying around that book with me in the deepest part of my backpack. I’d be keeping a little piece of the truth with me wherever I go, a little piece of the real me under everyone’s noses. It made lying and laughing a lot easier.