4am zool thoughts (not just Tora I promise)
Torao probs slept with people so much bc he was lacking in proper human connection and love and tried to satisfy it that way
He's used to having women hang off his arm, but now it's a 17yr old high school student whose rambling about the latest stupid thing his classmate did
He's used to taking people on classy dates in high end restaurants
He goes with minami to a local restaurant and watches mina happily scarf down like 5 bowls of ramen.
He foots the bill, as a gentleman does, but then mina nudges him and asks him, am I not a gentleman too? And so they take turns every time to pay for each other.
Instead of spending his nights in the embrace of a woman, they're all at toumas house watching one of minas horror movies.
'haru, are you scared? It's alright if you are, it's meant to be scary' touma would tell haru kindly and haru would reply: 'W-Who said I was scared!?', curling up closer to touma regardless.
Tora would mention to mina how cute he was as a child, to which mina would tease and say aren't I just as charming now?
He has his precious people now, he doesn't mind being used by them
He'd take them to amusement parks and buy haru the merch. He remembers one time where haru placed Minnie mouse ears on top of toumas head, claiming that it suit him.
Using fast passes, haru practically dragged them to every ride there, mina being the only person who could sit with him on every one. Touma got exhausted after the first 3 in a row (and to his credit, tried to stay with haru as long as possible) and Tora amicably sat out on every ride that haru would let him (oh my, do we have a scaredy cat on our hands? Mina would always tease)
When haru slapped his report card on the table in minas house, his chest puffed out proudly at his rising grades, Touma couldn't help but ruffle the kids hair affectionately. Haru blushed and announced he didn't need such childish gestures, but everyone knew how happy he was to be praised.
Sometimes haru would walk into their practice room, hair all disheveled due to pulling an all nighter for a test - which he did revise for properly by the way, mina would have killed him otherwise, he just wanted to double check the content.
Mina, sitting on the floor, would gesture for haru to sit in front of him and would comb through his hair, insisting that idols needed to stay presentable at all times.
Haru would be little apprehensive at first, not wanting it to hurt, but mina was gentle, taking his time with any knots.
Sometimes, after watching some of minas horror movies, haru would get just a little bit scared and would have mina read aloud to him whatever book he was reading at the time to lull him to sleep.
Zool, when sleeping over at a members house, would get out futons for each member, but half the time they never get used. Most of the time they'd pile into the members bed.
Whenever there's the possibility of sleeping over, more often than not it's toras house that's suggested first, solely bc his bed is massive enough it could probably fit 4 adult men no problem.
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Contrary to what some might think, Azula is well aware that her freedom is solely dependent on Zuko's mercy. There's Uncle too, of course- but the Avatar's words are harder to argue with over those of the new Fire Lord.
She's just as equally aware that it's an unpopular decision.
She's not a fool- she's heard the whispers of discontent. Even after all their treachery, there are still plenty who do not fully trust her uncle and brother. But even they find it difficult to argue against the enthusiastic support of the Earth King and the Chiefs of the Northern and Southern Water Tribes. They watch the pair with hungry eyes, waiting for them to make a single mistake.
It's why she's decided to behave herself.
Don't get her wrong- she certainly could escape if she wished it. She could return to the Fire Nation and challenge her Uncle for the throne, just as he challenged her for it. But she won't. It isn't for any altruistic reason, not really- she's simply just bitter. Bitter that her father didn't care if the assassin she sent after her uncle killed her too.
It certainly has nothing to do with the fact that while her father had tried to have her killed, her uncle had protected her. She'd tried to shoot the old man full of lightning, and he had shielded her. She still didn't understand it.
So she's decided to behave. For the most part. She doesn't mind making a nuisance of herself if it convinces Zuzu to let them stay in a proper inn instead of camping out under the open sky- he didn't even bring a tent. Horrible. She's starting to think he got some kind of brain worm while he was living with those swampbenders.
It is most definitely not refreshing to simply travel without having the expectations of her father hanging over her head. She is most definitely not having fun. She is absolutely not enjoying spending time with her brother for the first time in over three years.
She just sees the writing on the wall, that's all. Uncle needs an heir. It can't be Zuko. If she bides her time and acts like a good girl, she'll eventually get the throne that was stolen from her.
(Uncle is not one to renege on his promises. Not like father.)
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WIP FRIDAY
I apologize for getting this out two days late, I’ve been busy with lots of packing and events! But I have a little reprieve, so I wanted to post another WIP; this one is from Heart Full, Bowl Empty.
BE AWARE THAT THIS SEGMENT INVOLVES A CONVERSATION REVOLVING AROUND UNWILLING BUT INTENTIONAL STARVATION. I know there are people who say they can’t read this fic because of themes like this, so be aware of this before reading this WIP!!
I included this snippet in today’s WIP because I have like three versions of the entire segment this snippet is from. I feel like it’s a really important segment with a really important conversation, and I’ve had a hard time balancing all the emotions the way I want to between Ingo and Akari, with frustration, sadness, anger, and empathy, to realistically get them to the resolution I want at the end of it.
The final version will probably only include a few parts from this particular segment.
Enjoy!!
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“I knew it! You’re doing it again!” Akari’s eyebrows scrunched, trying to understand through the frustration. “You said you wouldn’t!”
“Circumstances will improve soon.” Clearly done with the conversation, that was all Ingo said, but it was confession enough that he had fallen back on his word. Shame contaminated his voice, but if there was any regret, he hid it well.
“No, it won’t!” They were not even half-way through winter yet. “And you know it won’t!”
Ingo said nothing as the kits carefully moved around his slumped form, finding comfortable places to settle around him. She didn’t know if he intended to snuff the conversation out with angered silence, or if he was just too exhausted to care about arguing with her anymore. If it wasn’t for his small occasional signs of movement or acknowledgement, she’d think he was actually sleeping.
Akari carefully stepped into the nesting layers, moving to sit down next to Ingo. She settled with her back against the cavern wall, pulling her knees close as a few kits shuffled around to accommodate her. “You know I’m right.”
Huffing out an irritated sigh and nothing more, it didn’t seem like Ingo had any intentions to engage with her argument anymore.
“You couldn’t even pull yourself up over the ridge,” She prodded at him again, trying to motivate more conversation out of him. “I had to help you!”
“There are many, many factors that go into that.” A reluctant answer, perhaps a reflexive attempt to quell her worry; Ingo feebly rubbed his wrapped hand, almost as a display for his excuse.
“I’ve seen you do more when you’ve been hurt worse.” Akari retorted, a little softer now but still cold.
Ingo’s eyes remained closed, though his hardened expression implied that it came across as more accusatory than she’d intended. But perhaps it was precisely the time to be accusatory.
“Ingo, you’re so tired all the time now – you stopped coming to the training grounds because you just can’t make the trips all the time anymore! And you’re sleeping so much more than you used to, and it’s like you’re always hungry all the time, even though all I see you doing anymore is gathering food!” Akari’s voice grew more jagged as she continued to jab at him, entirely uninterrupted.
It was getting difficult. With Ingo’s tunic still sopping by the bucket, still somewhat red from the exhausted effort of washing out the blood, it could not hide the ribs that pressed out just a little bit more, or help fill out what the waistline had lost under the loosening belt. The abject dread of directly acknowledging that was too much.
“And- and look! You aren’t even willing to hold a conversation with me anymore, and I don’t know if it’s because you just won’t, or because you can’t!” The kits shifted uncomfortably as Akari retreated back into her own frustration instead. “People think you’re sick, Ingo! They’re asking me about you! What are you doing?”
The exhausted man remained where he laid in the nesting material, only moving his hands to rub at his face and sigh — a deep, forced sigh that swelled his side before releasing. Akari almost didn’t think he’d answer her, but with some effort, he propped himself up first onto his elbows, then slumped forward. The teen watched him run shaky fingers through his hair as he sat next to her.
“…I don’t know what I should do.” The guilt. The weary guilt cracked his voice and tore Akari’s anger down to heartache.
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