#spot the tokage

[chokit-pyrus]

🐇Samurai Rabbit Funny Moments - 1/?

[drawnaghht]

"Are there rhino horns in every store where you're from?" "Where I'm from, there are barely even any stores." "Eep!"

Some more screenshots from "Run Rabbit, Run" bc it has a lot of fun interactions hehe x3

[pizzazz-party]

Day thirteen! Life could be a dream…

[starrcrossrose]

Stinky Spot…

He’s sorta hard to draw but he came out cute here at least 😗😂

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[untilsfe]

Usagi Yojimtober Day 31 - Silhouette

Stan did a contest of carved pumpkins this month. I've no talent in that. But I can draw a pumpkin(?)

In other words: I didn't drew a single tokage during the whole month, so, let's give spot and chibi Usagi some spotlight to end this inktober properly.

[pileofpawns]

I may or may not have spent $42 USD on a hat depicting a fictional lizard

[wtf-a-psychoanalysis]

I like to think Yuichi got that little eyebrow scar from protecting Spot, who was a stray, at the time from a bully, like how Miyamoto got his Spot but less dramatic, like falling out of a tree or something instead of a watch tower.

That day instead of coming home with a broken farming robot, He brought home a new friend, a memory and an excuse to tell Auntie how he's like his ancestor, Miyamoto Usagi

[s0fti3w1tch]

do you know how much I love Spot

I'm getting emotional over fictional reptiles AGAINNN

JUST GOING "EEP!" N "EEK!"

Stan Sakai had no right to make tokage so friend-shaped

/pos

lizrd

[tokka]

Lovey Sakai + Schweizer #UsagiYojimbo @officialusagiyojimbo #2022 #WoodenOrnament ..✨️🎄🐰⛩️ #Tokage #TomoeAme #Spot https://www.instagram.com/p/CmdZMWwsru0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[astridthevalkyrie]

oh my god, bakugo's kind of my friend! | k. bakugo x reader

----> summary: You'd never dare tell anyone that he was your friend. You'd never be so bold. Katsuki agrees. He's definitely not your friend.

----> warnings: quirkless university au, video game violence, fluff n feelings

----> a/n: title blatantly stolen from the office—"oh my god, dwight's kind of my friend!"

----> word count: 2k

God, no, you’re not friends with Katsuki Bakugo.

No one is.

Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true. He’s sort of friends with Ochako, that’s how you met him. He’s actually fairly close to Izuku and Eijiro, his roommates. He tolerates Shoto, might even begrudgingly respect him. And he’s got some weird mutual-depression pact going on with Kyoka. 

But you’re not any of them. And you vehemently deny it when people ask, lest he, heaven forbid, think you’re going around telling people he likes you. You saw what happened to Neito last year when he, just once, said something about his friend Katsuki. You’re pretty sure it was the reason behind his switching majors, too, just to avoid being in the same classes with the terrifying blonde.

Sure, you’re in his apartment. Neito’s never stepped foot in here (aside from The Incident). And you’re well acquainted with the people he does clearly consider not-enemies. Earlier today, you and Momo had been out getting chips and soda for tonight. Just half an hour ago, you’d been playing blind karaoke with Eijiro, Izuku, and Ochako on Kyoka’s old laptop and mic that somehow both still had really good audio quality. Not to mention, you and Mina have had at least one class together every semester since you both started—she always races to slide into the chair next to you on every first day.

And you’re currently sitting on Katsuki’s couch, two feet away from Katsuki, playing a battle royale on Katsuki’s console.

“Behind the building,” he mutters, and you hum in acknowledgement, running to the spot he generously marked on the map.

It started a long while back. You and Denki had been playing some shitty racing game, and you’d very easily kicked his ass, leaving him groaning and flopping back onto Kyoka’s lap, where she offered no pity, rolling his head off with a light shove. As you were laughing at the display, Katsuki had taken Denki’s place on the floor, and all but demanded you pick up the controller once more.

(You’d won again. Terrified, you simply claimed that your controller must be broken before racing out of the room.

Imagine your surprise when, the next time you visited, he’d barked at you to assist him with a multiplayer, ordering a pouty Denki off the couch.)

You like playing, and you don’t have a console with as much storage back home, and you’re too broke to be buying multiple games anyways, so you don’t mind taking advantage of Katsuki’s appreciation for your skill. It’s usually a nice way to end the night, whether you and Ochako end up leaving or if you fall asleep right there on the couch.

Shivering, you bring your feet under the wool blanket you’d brought with you. You’re the only one who finds the apartment freezing. Everyone else typically sheds their extra layers, while you once hunted down Eijiro’s sock drawer to steal a pair of He-Man stockings for the night. 

“Up in the window,” you warn, at the same time he says, “Oi.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze for a second in bewilderment, before rapidly turning your attention back to the TV. He dodges the shot from the window, and then continues.

“You been tellin’ people I hate you?”

“What?” Your hands almost drop the controller, but you regain control just quick enough to roll out of the way of a grenade. “No.”

“Kirishima said Tetsutetsu told him that Kendo told him that Tokage told her that you told her I hated you.”

If you weren’t nervous, you’d tell Katsuki you were surprised he even knew all those names. “I didn’t say that. I just said we weren’t friends.”

There’s an awfully long pause. You can still hear the sounds from the game, and the chatter of everyone else in the apartment—Hanta’s trying to rap?—but not a word from your couch partner. If it weren’t for the screen in front of you, you’d be nervously biting your nails or just full on escaping, honestly. Not that you’re scared of Katsuki, at least not more than one should be, but…

Well, the truth is you did see him as a friend. Or, screw it, as more than that, if those little arrhythmias you observed in yourself every time he would raise his hand in greeting when he passed you on campus were any indication. And you know it’s going to hurt—it already does—to hear him confirm the same thing that you told everyone when they asked. That you meant very little to him, in the long term.

“We’re not friends, huh?” he finally says, as more of an inquiry than you’d expected it to sound.

Your mouth feels dry, but you don’t stop staring straight ahead, spamming X to whack someone over the head with a bat. “Um. Are we?”

“Isn’t this your favorite game?” he shoots back, as though that answers your question.

“Yes? So?”

Another pause. You climb up to the roof of some building and emote pointlessly before hopping down and ducking behind a bush to heal. Katsuki lets out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, dashing across an abandoned minefield. 

“So,” he snarks, “I only bought it after you told me it was your favorite.”

Faintly, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot. Is that true? That can’t be true, can it? The timing does line up. You think it was back in the first week of October that you mentioned it, and then by Halloween you’d already played several rounds. Between that and losing to Momo in several games of pool, finals month had flown by.

But…

“I didn’t even tell you that.” Your voice comes out meek, and even though you’re in a safe space now, you’re still too nervous to turn your head and look at him. “I was talking to Shoto.” You’d even been half sure that Shoto wasn’t really registering what you were saying, with Ochako an inch away from him shrieking starships were meant to fly-y-y-y-y directly into his ear.

Katsuki grunts. “I was there, wasn’t I?”

If you wrack your memory, you can sort of remember it. He was…on Ochako’s other side? When she got drunk, she usually wanted to whack something, and Katsuki’s arm had been her victim that day, her palm smacking against his elbow at every other sung word.

The heat from your ears travels down to your neck. Over the singing and over everyone else’s conversations, was he paying attention to…you?

“I appreciate it,” you squeak quickly, wincing when you’re shot in the leg, “I mean, that was nice. Thank you. I just—I didn’t think you wanted me telling people we were friends, after what happened to—”

“If you bring up Monoma, I’ll take away your blanket,” he threatens; it makes you chuckle weakly. “You’re not that shithead. He pisses me off. You’re…you know.” You don’t know, actually. “You.”

Yeah, you’re you. You play games with him. You know his friends. You’re the only one who can try to outdance Eijiro to Rasputin in Just Dance. What does any of that have to do with…

“Do you think I ever fuckin’ carried that dick’s bag to class?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you think I had his stupid long ice cream order memorized? Pistachios, on the sides only,” he mimics, and you huff in an affronted sort of way, defensive of your topping choices. “Telling people to shut up so that I could hear what he was saying? Turning up the heat and burning up everyone in the apartment just to keep him warm? Was I inviting him to my place every two weeks just to fuckin’ watch him play Kingdom Hearts 3?”

And so, you finally look to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks are red, and his gaze is still on the television. His thumbs move furiously against the controller, and you have to bite your lip to prevent a quiet you’re really cute, you know that? from carelessly slipping from your mouth.

“But, to be fair,” you attempt, still confused, “you don’t exactly do all of that for your other friends either, Katsuki.”

At your words, he slouches into his seat more, the creases on his forehead deepening as an uncharacteristic frown—a frown, not a scowl—forms on his face. One would think you’d just told him you hated his guts. 

“Yeah.“ His glare flickers over to you for a moment. “Exactly.”

There’s a blast from the TV and a realization that hits you at the same time. 

You’re not his friend. He doesn’t see you as a friend.

The heat finally reaches your cheeks, and your mouth falls open slightly. 

Then, realizing something else, your head immediately snaps back to the screen to see that blast sound had actually been your character getting blown up. 

Your mouth falls open. You’d looked away for a few seconds at best. Which aces are in the lobby tonight?

“I lost,” you tell him, crestfallen. 

Katsuki snorts. “I didn’t.”

He keeps playing, and your cheeks don’t take any time to cool down. Instead, you stare at him while he’s distracted trying to escape the same vicious bastards who hunted you down, and you note that his face doesn’t look any less heated either. For once, it’s clearly not because he’s just getting into the game.

You wonder if that was ever the case at all, or if he just felt the same striking little jolt you did everytime you two accidentally bumped into each other while playing on this exact couch.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” The announcement comes out a bit louder than you expected. “I’ll probably head back.”

“I don’t think so.” Without breaking his eyes away from the TV, he nudges his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Uraraka’s dead on her feet, and you’re not walkin’ back alone.”

Has he always purposely caused the fluttering in your chest? “Okay, well. Izuku’s still awake, I’ll just take his bed for now.”

Katsuki’s tongue clicks in a fuck-around-and-find-out kind of way. “Alright. Put the controller back before you go.”

“Fine. Where’s the, uh…” You turn your head this way and that, looking for the little box that they all go in.

“On my right,” he offers casually, not a hint on his face that he essentially just confessed to you.

Feeling a little spiteful, you reach to the side, blanket and all, instead of just standing up and going behind the couch like you would any other day. Purposefully blocking his view of the screen as you reach over him to toss the controller into the box, you smirk slightly when another blast signals that he’s died as well.

Only to yelp when a firm arm shoves you down against his chest.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, red eyes glittering in amusement as he watches you struggle on his lap, “I lost too.”

Tokage is going to hear a very different story tomorrow. “And how’s that my problem?”

His grip tightens, fingers gently digging into the thick cloth of the blanket that’s draped over you. “I wanna play again. And I’m cold.”

There’s a small, dumb grin on his face that you’d consider kissing off if it wasn’t mirrored by an equally dumb one of yours. You’re pretty sure Katsuki’s never ever complained about the cold in his apartment. But then, he’s never complained about the heat either. If he wants to be a sauna under you, who are you to deny him? Besides, you’re feeling cold too, you might as well just take advantage of the free insulation.

From the table, in the midst of pouring something that looks like cookie batter into a bowl, Kyoka raises her brow at the sight of you, then pats Tenya’s arm and points. 

He mouths something like, “Finally.”

Face burning once more, you bury your face in Katsuki’s neck, and relax in his hold while he presses X to replay.

[drawnaghht]

lol i'm thinking of re-writing the tvtropes spot for spot (heh)

bc it feels like he does contribute to the show besides being a cute pet lol? (like again... possible that Usagi would be rabbit pancake if it weren't for Spot x3) and...

and now I'm just going through some other pages and this is what i stumbled on from the official UY website:

NOOOOOOOOO

[takamimami]

100 followers! Well done! Could I request „I want to ruin you“ with jealous!kid? f!reader 😊💕

Hiya anon! Thank you for your request :3 jealous kidd makes my brain go fuzzy hehe. Hope you enjoy!! :3

Jealous!Kidd x F!Reader - NSFW - “I want to ruin you.” STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: SMUT; jealous kidd is its own trigger warning, rough sex, hand necklace, a kidd has a dirty mouth, begging, kidd calls you 'angel' --- word count 1.6k

Kidd was sitting on a barrel on the shore of Tokage port when you spotted him, his arms crossed over his chest while he barked orders to his crew as they loaded supplies onto the Victoria Punk. His eyes locked onto your frame as you approached, scoffing to himself as he saw Trafalgar Law on your heels. 

“How are you healing up?” you ask gingerly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder - to which he grunts and brushes off.

“Fine,” he says curtly, eyes flicking between you and the Supernova behind you. Law only smirks as he steps into your line of sight, rolling his eyes at Kidd before turning his attention back to you. 

“My offer still stands, Y/N-ya,” he drawls, “We set sail first thing in the morning, I’ll be waiting for you on the ship.”

“You’re joining his crew!?” Kidd asks, his eyes flicking over to Law, “You just couldn’t resist begging her to come with you, could you?” 

Law crosses his arms, chuckling lightly while keeping his head low, “I did no such thing, if anything, she was the one begging for it.”

Kidd doesn’t miss the subtle wink Law offers you before striding off, not acknowledging the anger of his rival as he disappears towards the Polar Tang.

You watch him go, feeling the tension in the air thicken as Kidd’s eyes stare holes into the back of your head. You knew Law had only mentioned his ‘offer’ in front of Kidd to wrile him up, and as you look back over your shoulder at him you are positive that Law was successful in doing so.

“You asked him to join his crew?!”

You flinch at the volume of Kidd’s voice, head darting around to check and see if his outburst had drawn any unnecessary attention your way.

“I…. I didn’t ask him, but I told him I wanted to leave this island,” you answer honestly, noting the way your indecision causes Kidd’s face to drop into a scowl.

“So you’re considering it?”

You nod your head, trying your best not to notice the look of disappointment as Kidd crosses his arms again, shifting in his seat to call over his shoulder towards his crew.

“Hurry up, and get our girl loaded up! I want to be ready to set sail by first light!”

You hear one of the pirates aboard the ship yell back something about Kidd helping, to which he grumbles and curses under his breath before turning back to you.

He does his best to keep up his signature scowl, but his eyes soften ever so slightly when they meet yours again.

“Well, just know that the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies.”

His threat hangs heavy in the air, and you grimace at the idea of going head-to-head against Kidd’s crew if you did in fact join the Heart Pirates. 

What Kidd didn’t know, is that you hadn’t actually been considering Law’s offer - no, you actually were hoping that Law’s taunt would have made Kidd extend his own offer your way. But alas, the stubborn man before you insisted on keeping his pride intact, so you now had to figure out how to get him to let down those walls once again.

Peering around to ensure no one was within earshot, you walk over to Kidd, slinging a leg over his and taking a seat in his lap - his only reaction a low grunt as his brow cocked at you curiously.

“Is that what you want, Captain Kidd? You want to be my enemy?”

Kidd lets out a low laugh, a small chuckle that sends goosebumps up your arms as he wraps his flesh arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he drops his face to yours.

“No, angel, that’s not what I want, at all.”

You maintain his heated glare, your noses only centimeters apart as you match his grin.

“What do you want, then?”

You swore you saw Kidd’s eyes glaze over, almost as if his mind left him for a moment as he pondered your question. He remained staring at you, eyes unflinching as he peered into yours as if he could see past them and into your mind, trying his best to figure out what answer you wanted him to say.

He leans forward further, bringing his lips to your ear and speaking softly - a secret for you alone to hear.

“I want to ruin you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with innuendo as you tried to pull back from him. You’re met with resistance as he holds you in place, his tongue flicking out and grazing over your ear lobe before he continues.

“I want to take you back to my cabin and make sure that you remember every inch of me - make sure you know that no man will ever be able to compare to me.”

You shamelessly feel your body press into him as he holds you, a damp heat pooling between your legs at the words falling from his lips.

“I want to own you; your body, your mind, your heart, all of it. I want to be the only thing that stays on your mind no matter how far apart we are. No matter who’s between your legs - I want you to only be able to think of me. 

Kidd stands with you in his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his long and purposeful strides carry the two of you up the gangway and down below the deck of his ship. Kidd remains quiet as he makes his way to his cabin, your heartbeat accelerating from the anticipation of what was awaiting you behind its door.

Every movement Kidd makes once he’s inside the room is rough, he slams the door shut behind him before tossing you onto the bed, your body immediately trapped under his hulking frame a split second later. 

His lips crash into yours in a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he uses his knee to spread your legs open before him. You part your lips and he immediately slips in his tongue, claiming your mouth as he brings his hand up and wraps it around your neck. You moan into the kiss and Kidd grins, his metal arm reaching down to tug at your bottoms. You reciprocate the action and fumble with Kidd’s belt, both of you struggling to rid each other of your clothes due to how closely Kidd was pressed to you. 

You finally feel his hand roam over your skin, fingers tweaking a nipple between his thick fingers before drifting down lower. He hisses as he feels your arousal coat his fingers, and he slips a finger inside you hastily as your hips buck into his hand.

“Still thinking about joining Trafalgar’s lot, angel?”

Your eyes shoot open as he curls another finger inside of you, the stretch from his fingers pulling a throaty moan from your chest. You grab at his shoulders as he pulls his fingers from you and sinks his hips down to yours, running the tip of his cock through your folds tantalizingly as he awaits your reply. You whine in response, and Kidd kisses his teeth as he ducks his head into the side of your neck.

“Use your words,” he growls, and you feel your back arch as he presses the tip of himself inside you, unable to restrain himself anymore.

“I…. I d-don’t know,” you stutter, some sick part of you trying to provoke him even further as he snaps his hips into you harshly, bullying himself all the way inside of you.

“Wrong answer.”

His next few thrusts are rough, his grip on your hip surely leaving a mark as he holds you in place below him - the sound of skin slapping filling the air along with your moans.

You smile wickedly at the sensation, the look in your eyes only goading him on as he fucks into you mercilessly.

“You jealous?” you ask breathlessly, his eyes darkening as he brings his hand back up to lace around your neck again. He stills his hips, eyes racking over your body hungrily as he takes in the sight of you at his mercy.

You whine as Kidd pulls out from you completely, rutting his hips against your soaking wet cunt harshly as you groan in protest. He slams himself back into you before pulling all the way out again, waiting a few seconds before bottoming out inside you again, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix.

“Kidd p-please,” you whimper, and he laughs as you try bucking your hips back into him. “Please don’t stop.”

Kidd growls at your request, increasing his pace as he begins pistoning back into you again, the hand around your throat holding you in place as you feel the knot in your core tighten.

“Say it again.”

“Please don’t stop.” 

Your head presses back into the mattress as Kidd roars above you, throwing you over the edge into pure bliss as your orgasm rocks through your body. Each wave of pleasure has you clamping down around Kidd’s thick length, tipping over into his own release shortly after you. 

Labored breathing is the only thing you can hear as Kidd collapses into the bed next to you, pulling you into his chest with that same wicked grin still plastered on his face.

“I don’t get jealous,” he declares, a sheepish blush creeping onto his face as you glare at him.

“He may have made you ‘beg for it’, but I made you beg me not to stop. He’s got nothing on me.”

You giggle as Kidd eyes you intently, and you bring your hand up to tap at your chin mockingly. 

“I don’t know…” you muse, smiling as Kidd’s brow quirks, “I might need some more convincing of that.”

Kidd grunts at your challenge, wrapping a hand around your waist and flipping you onto your stomach, yanking your hips into the air as he crawls onto his knees behind you.

“Good, I wasn’t done with you yet anyway.”

Supernova Captains event is officially closed! Thank you for all the submissions, I'll try to crank a bunch out over the weekend :3

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[haruka-norikoyo]

Monoma x reader who is Mirio’s sibling Part 4

Welp, this ended up as a long one. Enjoy!

Other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Part 4/?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you had gotten back to class after running after your brother, you were met with a barrage of questions from your friends. Things such as “what happened?” “who died?” and “are you okay?”

You’d just brushed it off, saying you were feeling silly. “What do you mean you were feeling silly!?” Kaminari gawks at you, unconvinced.

You shrug, smiling mysteriously. “Turns out it was a false alarm.”

“You said ‘he’s gonna kill him!’ and begged Aizawa sensei to let you leave— what false alarm could it possibly be?”

“A false one.”

Sero groans. “You really are a smartass sometimes…”

“Ehe.”

“Don’t you ‘ehe’ me!”

***

>> “wanna hang out in my dorm after school?”

You raised your brow at Neito’s message, looking over at his table. He’s usually more discreet than texting you while eating lunch with his friends. Then you remember that 1-B now knows about your relationship with him thanks to this morning’s incident. There’s no need to be secretive now. >> “<3”

>> “i’ll take that as a yes then”

>> “😘”

>> “😘”

***

You stand in front of 1-B’s dorm building, staring at the door with growing apprehension. Sure, you’d been there before. Several late night conversations with your boyfriend, but only ever through the window of their common room. You’d never actually been inside to meet with him. Your palms are getting sweaty, so you rub them on your pants.

I wonder what his classmates think of me… That’s the biggest thing in your mind. You feel like you know them through Neito, always talking fondly of them. Not the bragging he usually does with your classmates. The thoughtful— sincere, side of him shines through when he shares his experience with his class with you. You reckon he’s nervous too. Two of what he loves having a formal meeting. You must’ve been been standing there a while, because someone catches sight of you from the window and hurriedly runs to the door.

“Togata-san, you’re here for Monoma, right?” a boy with a braid, whom you recognize as Rin opens the door. He smiles politely at you, which you return immediately.

“Yeah,” you nod. That sounded a lot more curt than you hoped, so you spluttered to say more. “Ah— um..! Thanks for getting the door. Rin-san, right? Neito talks a lot about you and your classmates so I know a lot about you guys— w-wait, not like in a creepy way I mean— a good way? Um…” I wanna ask Honenuki-san to bury me in the earth… Rin blinks. He chuckles softly, waving his hand. “Ah, yeah, I get it. Please come in.”

You shut your mouth, only muttering a small, “thank you” while you look down in embarrassment. Rin just smiles and leads you into the dorm. Class 1-B’s building isn’t so different from 1-A’s. It’s the same interior and layout, which you were expecting.

“Togata-san’s here, where’s Monoma?” Rin asks as you enter the lounge area. On the couch were Kaibara, Kamakiri, Tsubaraba, and Tetsutetsu.

“Last time I checked, he’s in his room,” Kaibara shrugs, looking over the couch. He makes eye contact with you. “Hey Togata, welcome to 1-B dorm.”

You smile and wave at the boys peeking over the couch, gulping down your nervousness.

Tetsutetsu sat up and cups his hand over his mouth in the direction of the staircase. “Lover boy..! Togata’s here!!! Like— your Togata, not the scary upperclassman.”

“Oh! Togata’s here?” Turning around, you see Tokage and Kodai approaching you. “Kendo’s not here right now, so in her stead I’ll say this— make yourself at home! You’re welcome over here.”

“Thank you,” you scratch your cheek, which is heating up from everyone’s eyes on you. “I’m happy to be here.”

The girls sit down over at the other couch, Tokage patting the spot beside her. “C’mon, have a seat!”

Hm, Neito seems to be talking a while, so… “Sure.” You set down the small bag you brought on the floor in front of you as you sit down. It was filled with snacks Neito and you both like, as well as your water bottle. Tokage looks at you and grins. “Mind if we ask stuff about you and Monoma? We’re curious.”

“We tried asking him earlier, but was too embarrassed to say anything. He was red..!” Kaibara says with a snicker. “Oh, well, I don’t mind answering,” you shrug.

“Well, if that’s the case, how long have you and Monoma have been together?” Rin asks.

You hum, looking up in thought. “Oh, since near the end of middle school.”

“Before the year even started!” Tsubaraba says in mock offense. “He never said anything!”

You chuckle, feeling your shoulders start to loosen up as you converse. “Well, he says he didn’t get the chance to mention it. Then after the stuff in the sports festival, well…” That’s mostly when his vendetta against your class started. The surrounding 1-B seems to have figured much as well, letting out a collective “Ah”.

“Makes sense, makes sense.”

“You don’t mind him tearing into your class daily?” Kamakiri asks. “From what I’ve seen, you’re fairly close with your classmates.”

“Well, none of them seem hurt by his remarks, and I know he doesn’t mean the stuff he says against them. Plus, Kendo-san’s always there to stop him if he says anything too far.”

“Yeah! Kendo’s amazing ain’t she?”

“Mhm! She really is.” You nod over at Tetsutetsu. “But Neito does stop mentioning things when I ask him to.” Ahem, that one time with Iida and the Stain incident.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself for that, Togata…” Kamakiri says, grimacing at the amount of times Kendo had told Neito not to try and provoke class 1-A. “It’s favoritism! He’s so cheesy!” Tsubaraba laughs, then looks at you. “Is he like, the super romantic type? Oh please tell us!” Everyone else leans closer in anticipation, eager to tease Neito with whatever new information you reveal. Aw, they really do love him! You were happy to oblige despite the high chance that your boyfriend will complain about it. “Oh he’s the sweetest..!” you gush. You’d take any opportunity to humble brag about your Neito. “He kisses my wrist every time he sees me. He’s so thoughtful. He knows what kind of date I might be in the mood for. Like one time it was raining, he took me to this manga cafe with a super comfy atmosphere. He’s sooo supportive and reliable too! He helps me train with my quirk by copying it and giving pointers. And and—”

You hear clamoring upstairs and stop your rambling in confusion.

Just then, Neito rushes down. “(Y/n)! Sorry, I was… uh, busy.”

Honenuki peeks his head out from the top of the stairs. “He was franticly cleaning his room because he wants to impress Togata. Kehehe.”

“S-Shut up Honenuki! I wasn’t!” Neito looks back, but the skull faced boy was already out of sight. He just grumbles and continues descending the stairs. “About time lover boy arrived!”

“Stop calling me that Tetsu!”

“What? It’s not a wrong description from what Togata’s been telling us,” Togake grins, patting you on the shoulder. Neito looks at you, aghast, like this is the ultimate betrayal. “(Y/n), what did you tell them?!”

You smile sheepishly, “I just told them how good of a boyfriend you are…”

“Urgh…” Neito averts his eyes. He could never be truly upset with you. “Well, if that’s all you’ve told them…”

“So there’s embarrassing stories they could tell us!? Togata, spill!”

“Nuh uh! We’re going to my room!” Neito picks up your bag from the floor and ushers you out of the lounge area with his other hand on your back.

“Aw! You’re no fun lover boy!”

Neito grumbles as you round the steps, running into Shiozaki who was heading out of her room.

“Do care not to do anything the lord would not condone while you’re in there,” she says.

“We’re not!” By this point, Neito’s face is flushed red. He quickens his pace as he leads you to his room, slamming the door once you’re both in. He takes a deep breath.

“Well that went lovely,” you grin. Looking around the room, everything is tidy. Not that Neito is a particularly messy person, but his dresser seems suspiciously packed as if he’d just shoved any clutter in there.

Neito groans, falling back on his bed with your bag in hand. Instead of dignifying your remark with a response, he waves the strap of your bag, “You got the snacks in here?”

“Of course I do. Scooch over,” you sit down as he rolled to his side to make room for you. “Not really much though. Just two small bags cause my allowance is low. Got any drinks? I want something cold.”

He huffs, stretching his arm for his laptop on his desk. He was adamant on staying laid out on the bed, so you reached for it instead. “There’s soda in the kitchen, which I could get, but that means, well…”

“I could go down there myself if you don’t wanna be teased by your friends,” you were already beginning stand up when Neito wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back down.

“Oh but how could I make my lovely partner run errands?”

You laugh as he dumps you on the bed, one arm still around you. His other one grabs his bedsheets. Soon, you were wrapped up like a cocoon.

“Besides, you’re gonna reveal something embarrassing about me while I don’t have my eye on you,” he murmurs, sending you a mock glare. He kisses your forehead, getting up.

“Aww, you’re really gonna subject yourself to teasing for me?” Neito rolls his eyes. Before heading out the door, he says, “There’s ice cream too. Want some?”

“Ooh, sure. What kind?”

“Just vanilla. But I think we still have syrups and other toppings left. I’m sure they won’t mind if we hog the class stash for our little date,” he leaves you with a wink, gently shutting the door behind him. You smile and shake your head, scrolling through the movie options in his laptop on your shared Netflix account.

Full of caution, Neito sneaks down the stairs. Everyone you’d left in the lounge area are still there, chatting. He shuffles away from them silently and slips into the kitchen.

He got the soda, two glasses, the ice cream he’ll get last, and looking at the cupboards, barely anything let alone sprinkles or syrup. Damn it, I forgot it’s restock day. I should’ve checked the pantry before inviting (y/n) over. Neito’s surprised that he’d be so hasty to invite you over. He basically almost perished by the hands of your brother if you hadn’t been found out or arrived on time, and his first thought was to go on a little movie date with you now that his class is aware of your relationship. He realizes that he misses you a lot more than he realizes. It’s petulant. It’s not as if you’re long distance. But that’s how he feels being unable to be by your side for a proper date after the dorm system got implemented. (Y/n) already brought snacks so… it should be fine? He can’t help but lament the less than perfect scenario. It isn’t a big deal but he isn’t the type to settle—

“What’re you standing in thought for?”

Neito nearly jumps, only now noticing that Kendo, Bondo, Komori, and Kuroiro are back. In their hands are several plastic bags from the grocery store. “Perfect timing, Kendo!”

She raises a brow at him as she sets down the bags she’s holding, “That’s suspicious. Usually you’re trying to shake me off in order to berate class A.”

He scoffs, but holds back his smartass retorts. “Did you guys buy sprinkles and syrup?”

“Yeah, I think it was in that bag.”

Neito quickly rummages through the bag Kuroiro pointed him to. “Needless to say, I’ll reimburse in the jar.” Ergo, the jar the class each contributes their allowances to for groceries. Bondo glances at the two cups and two bowls, and like a puzzle piece being glued— heh— he remembers the events of this morning. “Ah, these are for Togata-san.”

“Uh huh,” Neito absentmindedly says, heading over to the freezer and finding less that a third of ice cream in the final tub. “Shoot.”

“We bought more.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, turning back to the bags.

“Wait, if it’s for your date, my parents sent me creampuffs. You should take them with you,” Kinoko says, moving to retrieve them from the pantry.

“Really? Are you sure? You just said that they’re from your parents.”

Kinoko waves it off. “They’re just leftovers from one of my relative’s store. I get them all the time. You can just get a couple if you don’t wanna take all of them.”

“Hm, I do have a box of microwave popcorn in my room… are you doing a movie date?” Kuroiro asks.

“Yeah, but…”

Somehow, his classmates ended up giving their own contributions, which ended up in Neito pushing a tray cart filled with snacks up the stairs. The trays of which are lent by Shoda and the cart itself by Tsunotori.

Is it like when there’s only one child to spoil in a family? Neito wonders. You are the singular couple in the first year hero course. Maybe that’s a part of it. He disregards the high probability that they’re hoping that he’d be somewhat cordial with your class while he’s dating you. Little do they know you quite like it when he gets a tad insane. Behind him, he’s dragging a wagon behind him piled with blankets and clothes pins because Honenuki suggested making a fort with you. They very much hijacked your date, but he’s still grateful about it, whatever their reason may be for helping.

He carries the wagon and cart up the stairs, having copied Yanagi’s quirk. Reaching the top, he’s faced with Mirio’s head peeking out from the floor in the middle of the hallway.

Neito stares. Mirio stares back.

“Hello.”

“Hello to you too, onii-san. Are you here to kill me?”

“Haha, no. (Y/n) will never forgive me,” he says, sticking his arm out of the floor to rub his head.

Neito shifts in place. What’s he here for then? A drop of sweat trickles down from his forehead as he waited for Mirio to reiterate what he’s here for.

“I’m here because I’d like to make an offer to you. Think of it as an olive branch being extended.”

Neito raises a brow. A peace offering? “I’m listening…”

[aversiteespabilas]

My own version of Usagi in the Rise universe. His name is Yuki, he’s a yokai samurai from Japan and is doing his warrior’s journey across North America. He also has a fierce tokage named Spot who... doesn’t like Leo very much.

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Yukichi and the family!

This might be the biggest and most difficult drawing I made this year... like that Tokage was a pain to draw... I also hope that you guys can spot the little details I added.

Hey, do you guys have a dad that never takes his socks off when they are working outside? Or is it just me?

[dialittlesandbox]

Usagi Yojimbo V1 007: The Tower

I'm back with more Usagi stuff

Cover Art <3

Love these critters

Just look at them

Would be funny if it was a different one everyday and that guy just cooks the best smelling food for tokage lol

Our favorite guy arrives in town! And there are a bunch of people that look like the ones from previous comics. Neat!

TMNT REFERENCE SPOTTED!

And it's the woodcutters that tried to eat the mystery egg from V1 006. Also: that Shopkeeper takes critters stealing tiny scraps of food way to serious, jezz

Note: Usagi sees a animal stealing food as an innocent act which shouldn't be punished... I appreciate how he considers circumstance and motive of a thieve instead of judging them immently. The shopkeep is such a hater, it's "comical" haha...

This is the second time (see:V1 005) Usagi climbs a tower completly unbothered by the guy chasing him and I love him for that. You go save the little guy!

Usagi being soft with animals once again

More Usagi being soft!

Oh I ADORE this kind of joke!

And it keeps going! RIP Usagi's Bamboo Filler

OMG he snapped, that'll never turn out in the guys favor. Really hope Usagi has some sort of escape plan from there...

HE HAS NOT!

yikes, thats the first time we see a Usagi "knockout". Takes crashing through a roof, but it is possible.

And he even suffers a more longterm injury.

He... hated the tokage so much, he crashed a tower into his own shop... amazing karma And he still can't stop hating... biggest hater goes to random shopkeep in random town, he isn't even named.

I would also try to maul this guy at that point and then follow Usagi around if this happend to me. Like nobody in the town even tried to stop the shopkeep from breaking THE TOWNS WATCHTOWER and letting it fall onto houses??

HE NAMED IT! Spot is such a simple name, Usagi isn't the creative kind... but then again his name is Usagi which means rabbit, so maybe spot is like the most acceptable name possible. Which means it's like if somebody naming his dog "Robert" or something.

And so, our lonely ronin became less lonely. Good for him.

Bonus: The woodcutter has his priorities straight.