#that can go in the Chuck won theory pile though

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

Random thought of the week: I used to be very adamant with the stance of ‘Jack has three (3) dads’ in regards to the whole ‘who are really Jack’s dads’ fandom debate … but the further we get from the end of the series, the more i’ve come around to ‘Castiel was the only one that actually acted like a father towards jack, and Sam and Dean were only ever depicted as older brothers at best.” This doesn’t mean they loved Jack any less, it just means that, for all the lip service the show paid to Jack having ‘three dads,’ the narrative failed, imo, to actually depict that in a satisfying way. Not even the ‘Jack is the destiel coded lovechild’ really does it for me anymore, because really, truly, did Dean treat Jack like he did Ben? Again, don’t skew try is as Dean hate, Dean loved Jack (although the s15 end of their arc was a fucking flop imo), I just don’t see their interactions as father and son anymore, not the way we see it in Jack and Cas’s interactions.

[luvnami]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol... i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou​ @amjustagirl​ (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.

“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”

The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist. 

You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet. 

You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.

Turns out Suna himself is a bit of a gossip.  He told Kita who told Atsumu who told Osamu that you’re stuck at his place 24/7 with no friends or entertainment in the lovely city of Nagano. It’s just mountains and trees as far as the eye can see all around — and there’s only so many hikes you can take each week. 

“Why don’t you take a cookin’ class?” 

“Cookin’?” Your face screwed up in confusion. “ What for?”

“So that you can actually pull your weight around the house and make me something to eat.”

You chucked a pillow at his head and began to list all the things you did while staying at his apartment. Laundry, cleaning the floor, doing grocery shopping (even if it was only instant noodles and snacks), finding his disgustingly sweaty socks under the sofa and many other important chores, thank you very much.

Besides, you weren’t as eager when you saw who was the one that would be holding the classes. With his picture plastered across the front of a pamphlet, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Years of chasing his dreams and training in a kitchen had done Osamu wonders. 

You had half a mind to smack Suna in the head with the yellow, glossy paper, but instead you quietly tucked it into a corner of the guest room to look at later. You were sure Suna hadn’t forgotten your history with Osamu just yet — but perhaps he assumed that enough time had passed to heal your wounds.

Either way, there’s no going back now. That’s how you ended up at Osamu’s ‘Cooking class for homemakers — you can do it too!’, except you aren’t a homemaker. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as the sound of sizzling soy sauce fills the air. Osamu pauses for a while before beginning to mix the rice with the sauce, wielding his spatula and wok expertly like weapons.

“Miya-san, you’re amazing!” someone gushes.

He lets out a bashful laugh. “This is nothing. I’m sure everyone will be able to do this by the end of class today!”

You wonder if he’s ever considered being a teacher. The demonstration on how to make shrimp fried rice is soon over and everyone returns to their benches, eager to try out the recipe. You are no different. Scurrying to your bench at the very back of the classroom, you exchange glances between the printed recipe handout and your tray of ingredients.

“Need any help?” 

Osamu’s voice and looming presence makes you jump.

“Woah! Careful there,” he chuckles, his fingers gently prying a knife out of your hands.

Unconsciously, you had raised it in shock when Osamu snuck up on you. The knife now lays safely on the tabletop and you feel the eyes of the entire class boring into you.

“Sorry, Miya-san. I didn’t see you,” you apologise meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, I shouldn't have scared ya like that. And no need for the formalities! You’re my friend’s sister, afta’ all.”

Oh goodness. You half expect the class to pick up their pots and pans and run at you right this moment. You swallow back the half hearted ‘Osamu-san’ that rises in your throat. Your heart trembles in your chest and for a second, the silence that weighs heavily between the both of you turns awkward. 

“Miya-san! Could you help me with this please?” 

You’ve never been so glad to hear Tachibana’s sickly shrill voice before. Osamu is quick to wave goodbye to you before hurrying over to her bench, a smile still on his face. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

You make a mental note to tell Suna that Osamu should just stick to placating those housewives and leave you the hell alone. The last thing you want is to have blackmail spread around the neighbourhood by these gossipy housewives, or worse, have their daughters hunt you down and chop you up into pieces.

Whatever. You’re just here to learn how to make shrimp fried rice and then go home to your annoying older brother. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be here for long. Miya Osamu just happens to be the local heartthrob, the handsome and eligible bachelor chased by anyone single and ready to mingle. You have absolutely nothing to do with someone so popular and good-looking. And for goodness sake, he’s your brother’s high school friend and your… Well, you know. 

Your face burns and you pick up the knife again, grip tightening on its handle. You begin chopping at the onions with renewed determination.

(Later on, when you bring back a tupperware of fried rice for Suna, he looks you in the eye and asks “Shrimp fried this rice?”.

You shoot him a glare.

“I fried this rice.”)

2. Prepare all the fillings that you are going to use and set aside, such as pickled plums or tuna mayo. Prepare your seaweed sheets.

What you don’t expect is for Miya Osamu to show up at your doorstep the next day with boxes of food, cartons of drinks and a very noisy brother of his in tow. 

“Rin, where can I leave the drinks?” Osamu yells.

“Rin, can I play your PS5?” Atsumu shouts.

You think that they are very different, the Miya twins. Suna takes a minute to finish putting on some clothes (you had answered the door, thankfully. No one wants to see Suna Rintarou in Pikachu boxers) before bursting out of his room.

He’s quick to smack Atsumu’s ‘dirty little setter hands’ away from his precious Playstation, directing Osamu to what constitutes the apartment’s kitchen — a second-hand fridge and the building-installed gas stove that works only if you hit it hard enough. You’re surprised that neither you or Suna haven't died of a house fire or gas poisoning by now.

It doesn’t take long for the other Inarizaki alumni to arrive at Suna’s apartment in a series of doorbell rings. Kita even brings along a large bottle of sake, to which everyone cheers loudly. You don’t understand why they had chosen Suna’s place to have a reunion party. Seriously, wouldn't Onigiri Miya or some other izakaya have been a better choice?

However, there’s free flow of drinks and lots of yummy snacks, so you decide to let the noise wash over you and stand by the food table to pick at the trays of pizza, fried chicken and other finger food. Aran even offers you a drink, smiling sweetly before going off to wrangle Atsumu from trying to initiate a beer chugging competition. Some things just never change, you suppose.

“Having fun?”

You jump and nearly drop the plate of food that you hold.

“You have a horrible habit of scaring people, Miya- Osamu.”

His first name comes out awkward, tumbling off of your tongue as you use a pair of chopsticks to carefully pile back some mentaiko mayonnaise onto a slice of tamagoyaki. Osamu settles into the crook of the kitchen counter next to you with a playful grin on his face.

“Do I really?”

“Don’t forget that the first time you did that, someone nearly got stabbed.”

You pop the tamagoyaki into your mouth. It’s delicious — the egg’s sweetness balances out the salty sauce. You wonder if there’s enough left on the tray for seconds. 

“How’s the reunion going?” you ask nonchalantly, and shuffle a few centimetres away from him.

You hope Osamu doesn’t notice that. He does, however, but chooses not to comment on it. He brings up a hand to scratch at his neck, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. He’s close enough for you to get a whiff of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Your head spins for a second. 

“Oh, none of us have gotten drunk just yet. I’m pretty sure we’ll be playing beer pong or something later on.”

You steel yourself against the urge to look at what Osamu is wearing. Don’t look, don’t look, definitely don’t look. Miya Osamu is, has been, a dangerous man to fall in love with. You can’t afford to- 

Perhaps gouging your eyes out would have been a better choice in theory. Even a glance from where you stand beside him is enough to see that not only is he wearing a tight, black T-shirt, Osamu also has a pair of sweatpants on. Is it a sin to wear sweatpants? Probably so, especially with the way it makes your throat run dry. 

“Beer pong, huh?” You try your best to mumble somewhat nonchalantly. “Who won the last time?”

“Kita.”

“Kita?!” you gasp. 

Even that’s enough to make you forget about Osamu and his stupid (and very sexy) sweatpants. 

“Yeah, right? That was the first time he participated. All of us got left drunk in the street, so we decided to do it at someone’s place this year.”

You let out a soft laugh at the thought of a bunch of grown men piled over each other on the road. You don’t particularly like the thought of cleaning up after them tonight, though. 

The lack of words between you and Osamu descends into snorts of laughter that trickle in from the tiny living room. Aran throws his head back, drink nearly spilling out of his cup. Ginjima laughs so loud you see Omiomi cover his ears and Suna holds his phone up, filming every second of Atsumu’s defeat. 

Osamu opens his mouth as if to ask you something.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu yells, socked feet and waving arms trying to match the onscreen character’s movements.

Kita, on the other hand, is scoring perfect marks without as much effort wasted. You giggle to yourself as he moves his hips, shaking them here and there. A small smile quirks his lips upwards as he finishes with a flawless ending move on ‘Ice Cream’, the Just Dance characters fading into oblivion on the screen. Atsumu crumbles to the floor in defeat. 

Osamu’s lips form a straight line as he watches you laugh along, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He curses Atsumu’s birth and swallows back his embarrassment.

“Did ya see that, Osamu? Oh- Kita-san is so good at everything!” you gush.

“Atsumu just sucks.”

When you laugh, Osamu thinks something in his chest lurches. Regret makes his head go foggy and leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

3. Place cling wrap over a rice bowl. Place some of the cooked rice over the centre of the cling wrap and make a well.

“No way ya got a love letter!” Atsumu yelled.

“Ya get yer fair share. We share t’same face, why shouldn’t I get some?” Osamu retorted, rolling his eyes. 

Suna watched as the twins began to gripe and argue about who was the better looking sibling again. Nothing unusual, really, given how this occurred every odd day of the week.

“S’gotta be a prank. No way someone likes a loser like you,” Suna mused.

In retaliation, Osamu threw him a stink eye. “You two are just jealous,” he sniffed.

The letter had been written on pretty pink paper, all hearts and cute handwriting as his secret admirer asked him to meet them on the roof after school. Not that Osamu wasn’t affected by it, of course. It always rubbed his ego the right way to know that someone preferred him over Atsumu. Though, it wasn’t like he was interested in anyone then. It only took a second before Osamu ripped the letter in half.

“Woah woah woah! Yer crazy! Whatcha gonna do if some pretty girl gave that to ya?” 

Atsumu’s eyes widened in shock, almost reaching forward to grab the shreds of letter that Osamu had torn up. 

“Does it matter? S’not like I’m interested in datin’ right now,” he replied.

“Seriously? What if she’s like, super duper hot!”

Osamu’s face screwed up. “Are ya a horndog?”

Just as Atsumu was about to shout at his dear brother again, you opened the door to their classroom and hurried in. You had a bento box in hand and a cute pout on your face as you placed it on Suna’s table.

“Rin! You forgot your bento at home again!” 

“Oh.” Suna blinked. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, you gotta stop forgetting your things! I can’t be bringing them to you all the time-”

“Hey, Suna.” Atsumu perked up, referring to you. “Would ya go on a date with Samu or me? Me, right? Definitely me!”

Your face flushed with heat. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“‘Samu got a love letter in his shoe locker this morning. Cliche, huh?” your brother said between bites of his lunch. 

“Mm, yeah. Cliche,” you mumbled. 

You looked around anxiously for any sign of the love letter. Was it in Osamu’s bag? 

“Can ya believe he tore it up?” Atsumu laughed.

“What?”

Your heart felt like a stone in your chest as you froze, your blood running cold. 

“Yeah! This dumbass doesn’t know how t’appreciate anythin’,” he replied, smacking Osamu on the back of his head.

His twin responded with a muffled growl as he continued to scarf down his absurdly large bento. You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves, staring down at your feet. You were quick to bid the third years goodbye as you fled their classroom as an inexplicable ache spread through your chest. 

You didn’t focus on your classes for the rest of the day. The fact that Osamu had torn your love letter, written with all your heart and soul as you crumpled draft after draft last night, tipped you over the edge of your fantasies and had you plummeting straight into reality. 

“Oi.”

You looked up from your feet, glancing up at Suna. The both of you were swapping your indoor shoes for outdoor ones, but you had absentmindedly stopped in the middle of slipping your right foot into a shoe. It was nearing the time where they closed the school gates, so there weren’t many students around save for the odd volleyball club member.

“What’re you doing? Put your shoes on properly,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, and slammed the locker door shut once you were done.

You walked a few feet ahead of Suna as you approached the school gate. Your head drooped with each step, tears beginning to mist your eyes. You willed yourself to hold it in till you got home, till you were in the safety of your bedroom to start sobbing your little heart out. Suna tugged on your wrist.

“Are you crying?” he questioned.  

You shook your head quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“Oi. Answer me.”

This time, his voice was a little softer, yet held a mixture of irritation and anger behind a crumbling wall of apathy. Who had been the one to make you cry? 

“It’s nothin’,” you choked out. “Let’s just go home.”

You turned your face to the side as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, muffled cries turning into heartbroken sobs. Something inside of Suna’s head clicked. 

“It’s Miya Osamu, isn’t it?” 

You had to bite on your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

“That bastard tore up your letter, didn’t he?”

You gave Suna the tiniest of nods. He let go of your wrist and whipped around, eyebrows furrowed together. Not wanting to date was one thing, but treating your confession like dog shit was something else. Fortunately for him, the Miya twins were changing their shoes in the getabako.

“‘Samu!” Suna yelled.

The gray haired male looked up with a face of confusion.

“Suna? Whaddya want-” Osamu wasn’t able to say anything more as Suna’s fist collided with his face.

Atsumu jumped back with a yelp as the both of them crashed to the ground. Your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Rin! Stop it!” you cried out.

You dashed over, tripping over your own feet as you tried to pull Suna away from Osamu as they traded blows. It took the work of you, Atsumu and Ginjima (who had been unlucky enough to pass by) to tear the two apart, and even then Osamu was still struggling in his brother’s arms to be let go.

“What t’hell, man!” he snarled. 

Suna wiped his nose, glancing briefly at the crimson that stained his school uniform. The adrenaline was beginning to run low and pain began to settle into his fists and ribs. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and your hands clutched his shirt.

“Rin. No more, please,” you begged, pressing your forehead against his back. “No more.”

Suna hated the way your voice trembled as you spoke. He didn’t think it was fair for you to bear the burden of pain while Osamu got to walk away unscathed, leaving you broken in pieces. His fist curled up again.

“It’s not worth it, Rin.”

Suna took in a shaky, deep breath.

You were right.

Miya Osamu wasn’t worth it. 

4. Put about 1tbsp of the filling of your choice on the centre of the rice and cover it with rice.

A week comes and goes after the annual Inarizaki reunion. You’re still finding sticky stains on the floor, as well as food wrappers tossed behind the sofa. Suna sends the group chat a video of you yelling at all of them while wielding a mop with so much fervour Aran asks if you broke it. Atsumu actually apologises and Osamu offers to come over and help clean up. The entire group chat flames him immediately.

As per last week, you walk into Osamu’s cooking class at 2p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s hot outside, droplets of perspiration rolling down your nape. The cool air-conditioning of the classroom is much appreciated and you don your apron behind the gaggle of housewives. You catch snippets of their conversation as they put their items in the cubbies provided. 

“Tanaka-san, did you see the mushrooms that were on sale this Monday?”

“My son is attending this cram school this summer. Here’s the address!”

“My father-in-law keeps complaining about the heat…”

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

“Miya-san!”

Everyone perks up when Osamu walks through the door. They’re quick to surround him, asking how his day had been. You look tired, take this ginseng drink! It really revitalises your spirits! Did you get a girlfriend yet, Miya-san? My daughter is single, you know! 

You watch as Osamu walks behind his bench, all smiles and “Is that so, Shigeru-san?”. Polite enough to please them, but not enough to make them think that he actually wants to go on a date with their 34 year-old daughter who’s a tired office worker looking out for potential husbands like a hawk. He lets out a heavy exhale, using his cap with the Onigiri Miya logo on it to fan himself.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

You think that maybe he’s the one that’s making this summer so warm, especially with the way that his shirt clings to his figure and his flushed cheeks that make him look adorable. 

Wait.

You do a double take. Ah, adorable. You must have meant that heart-print apron that Tanaka is wearing today. It is pretty cute, and you wonder if you should ask her where she got it from later on. Definitely not Osamu with his perfect smile that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and definitely not when it’s directed at you.

“Gather around everyone! We’re going to be making gyoza today!”

The demonstration goes as usual — Osamu impresses the housewives, they gasp and someone even touches his forearm and asks “How did you get so strong, Miya-san?”. Not that you care, of course. You certainly don’t. What you’re more concerned about is how Osamu manages to make wrapping the fragile gyoza seem so easy. 

Your fingers pinch at the thick dough, eyebrows furrowed together. No matter what you do, your filling keeps spilling out of the wrapper and so you’ve opted to try out for a thicker piece this time. Not that it really matters — Suna will be the one suffering from food poisoning if it turns out bad, anyways.

“Ah, yer made it too thick,” Osamu says as he strolls over. 

You tense up as he leans over your shoulder, peeking at the chubby gyoza in your hands. You pretend not be affected by how close he is and continue pinching the wings of the dumpling shut.

“They keep bursting,” you sniff. 

“Maybe ya put t’much filling?” Osamu suggests. “Here, lemme show ya. Put tha’ one down and grab a new wrapper. Yeah, just like that.”

You stiffen as Osamu flours his hands and cradles your hands in his. 

“Here ya go. That’s t’much, scoop out some more. That’s it. Now gently…”

Blood rushes to your face as you feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours, his hands rough from years of training and cooking. Scars adorn the tips of his thick fingers and knuckles. You suddenly feel the urge to gently trace them with your thumb, to ask him how he got each one of them. 

Would he let you? Let you so close, that perhaps you would be the one to know every single thing about him?

“You did it!” Osamu says cheerfully. 

He suddenly pulls away, making you plummet back to reality. A perfectly made gyoza sits in your hands.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your gyoza later on. Now keep trying!” 

You’re left dumbfounded as Osamu walks away to help out the other housewives. They stammer and blush when they get too close, but he never holds their hands in his own, never smiles as gently as he does with you.

You place the gyoza on a pan and put the lid on with a little bit more force than what is necessary.

5. Wrap the cling wrap over the rice and squeeze and mould it into a triangle shape with your hands.

You try not to make contact with Osamu after that. Attending his cooking classes becomes a game of cat-and-mouse, where you try to tell him ‘I don’t need any help, Miya-san’ and watch him crawl away in defeat. In fact, you decide to skip the lesson on making hamburgs and instead spend the afternoon watching television.

After all, from what you’ve learnt in the past, Osamu is nothing more than trouble. You think it’s worth the sacrifice now to put some space between the both of you so that you don’t end up heartbroken a second time. 

Though, you do feel a little bad. Just a little bit. One day when Suna’s out at training, you hear the doorbell ring and Osamu’s voice ring through the genkan. You hear his feet shuffle by the door and a heavy thump outside before he leaves. You only open the door when you hear his car pull out of the apartment building’s carpark, and find a packed bento lunch for you in front.

You try to pretend that the bunny cut apples and sakura shaped carrot slices don’t mean anything.

“Ah, Suna-san! Where were you last week?” Tachibana titters as you step into class for the final lesson.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. “I think I caught a summer cold.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible!” the ladies chorus together. 

You think they’re probably just glad that you didn’t get in the way of their beloved Miya-san. You tug your apron over your head, and ignore Osamu when he greets everyone. His eyes linger on you for a little too long during the demonstration — to the point that he actually burns the skin side of his salmon fillet.

Osamu skirts around your bench like a nervous puppy when the demonstration is over. You don’t seem particularly keen about talking to him, though the tips of your finger tremble when he finally plucks up the courage to stand next to you. It’s not close enough for your elbows to touch, but close enough that he can whisper to you without anyone else hearing him.

“Hey,” he begins, uncertain. His voice wavers slightly.

“Hey,” you reply, wary of what he might say. 

“Are you okay?”

You take a moment to think, tipping the sake bottle carefully to measure out an exact tablespoon of it. He wonders when your hands have seemed so delicate, so small. He aches to hold them in his own again. 

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.”

It’s quiet, again. Just like that night in Suna’s apartment, with all the noise of the reunion going on around you, except this time it's the clanging of pans and utensils, paired with the chatter of many ladies. 

“I was thinking…” Osamu stares down at your hands, turning the measuring spoon over so that sake splashes onto the hot pan with a sizzle. “Maybe we could get a drink together after this?”

You cover the pan and watch its surface cloud up with condensation. You hide your shaking hands by digging them into the pockets of your apron. 

Osamu swallows. Perhaps he had been too direct with you; scared you off with how quickly he was advancing. Or did Suna tell you to be careful of him? That he didn’t want you falling in love with him a second time? There’s no lie about it, that Osamu had been a grade A asshole back in high school.

But he loves you now; has loved you since then. Would you be willing to give him a second chance?

“Osamu,” you breathe.

His shoulders relax slightly when you don’t call him by his last name. 

“I don’t know what to do.” 

Your voice comes out timid, scared. Osamu’s heart crumbles at the edges. He wonders if you would hate him if he reached out and took your hands in his once more. You’re both adults, perfectly capable of rational thinking if only your hearts hadn’t gotten in the way. Love hurts, they said. You want to agree. 

“We can start it out slow,” Osamu suggests.

“I’m supposed to start my new job next month. I won't be in Nagano for much longer.”

“I’m opening a branch in Tokyo.”

“I’ll be busy settling down. We might not get to see each other often enough.”

“A little is better than nothin’.”

“You’re my brother’s friend.”

“Now, yer just picking at nothing, babe. Didn’t you have a crush on me back in high school, too? That didn’t stop ya, did it?”

Your heart wrestles with your brain, insisting on comfort and that love will always come in the form of someone that isn’t Miya Osamu. You’ll find someone, but will they be better? Will they send food to your doorstep, or send you stupid photos of dogs he saw on the street? Will they chase after you relentlessly for years, will they be Osamu?

A lump forms in your throat and you wonder if this, has been, is love. You tear your heart out from within you and let it cling to your sleeve, as pathetic and scared it is. You don’t mind if it hurts. To never hurt is to never have lived, to never have loved. 

By this point, your eyes have misted up with tears and it hits you- You’re about to cry about your crush in the middle of a cooking class attended by middle-aged ladies. You’ve never been more embarrassed. 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at Osamu with glittering eyes. 

He ignores the “Miya-san! I need your help!” that rings out in the background. He smiles gently.

“Yeah, really.”

A tear slips down your face. Osamu lets out a breathy chuckle as he swipes it away with his thumb, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“We’ll talk properly after this, alright?” 

You nod numbly. You watch as he hurries off to Shigeru, gasping when he sees how she had completely butchered her fillet. He turns back to you, trying to hold in a snigger. 

You giggle.

Osamu thinks he wants to hear that laugh forever.

6. Remove the cling wrap and cover the bottom of the rice triangle with a nori sheet and set aside.

“One extra large bonito onigiri with spring onions!” you cry out from the counter.

Back in the kitchen, Osamu and another part-time worker scoop steaming rice out of large vats and use their hands to mould them into perfectly shaped triangles. A scoop of filling goes in and a strip of seaweed is wrapped hastily around the onigiri before it's sent to you to package. You place the onigiri carefully into a box and slip it into a paper bag with the shop’s logo on the front for a take-away order. 

The shop is filled with customers even on a Wednesday afternoon. The clock shows 2p.m., past lunch time, yet you can see a queue that snakes out of the shop and down the alleyway. 

Another long day ahead, you think to yourself. 

“It’s our turn!” a little girl squeals as she takes the bag from you, opening it up to peer at the huge onigiri inside. “Mama! ‘giri!” 

Her mother laughs and pats her head. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Haru.”

The girl turns to you, eyes sparkling. “‘Fank you, Miya-shan!” 

A cheery grin almost splits your face in half. Miya-san. Four years on and it still makes your stomach flip whenever you hear that Osamu’s last name has become yours. It was an easy decision for the both of you to get married, really. You had loved each other for years and all you wanted to do in the end was to spend the rest of your lives together.

You quit your office job just before you got married to help Osamu out with the new Onigiri Miya branches. It took some getting used to, but the familiar customers and bright smiles that you see just by serving onigiri each day makes it worth it. It’s tough work, no doubt. But doing what you enjoy with the man you love is more rewarding than it ever could be.

Though, it’s not like your relationship has always been smooth sailing. There are days when you bicker over something stupid (like how you always forget to close the lid of the rice cooker), or when Osamu insists that he isn’t overworking himself (although his eyebags tell otherwise). But love’s a recipe with a few secret ingredients, and you’ve come to master it over the years. 

“Come back soon!”

The shop is filled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked rice and bonito flakes being stir-fried into furikake. Customers perch on tiny stools as they scarf down onigiri of different shapes and sizes, licking their fingers clean. A plush toy of Onigiri Miya’s mascot sits on the counter next to a potted plant that Atsumu bought (which is surprisingly still alive).

A photograph of the third Tokyo branch’s grand opening hangs on the wall. You and Osamu hold up a bouquet of flowers, smiling toothily at the camera, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight. 

“One medium onigiri with tuna mayo, coming right up!”

You jump as Osamu shouts out the order suddenly and you nearly drop the onigiri that he hands to you.

“Woah, careful there,” he chuckles, a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“You have ‘ta stop scaring me, ‘Samu,” you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

Osamu grins at you and the edges of his eyes crinkle up. You place the onigiri safely into its packaging and place it on the counter for a customer to collect, before turning back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Osamu’s face flushes pink and he hurries away, mumbling something about bonito flakes.

Your heart soars in your chest.

Yeah, it has been, will be, worth it. 

7. Repeat the same steps as above to use the rest of the rice with other fillings that you prepared.

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Ties We Bind (& Break), Chapter 5

Author: composeregg Rating: T Word Count: 15435, Chapter total: 4170 Pairings/Characters: Joshua/Neku, Shiki/Eri, Joshua & Neku & Shiki & Beat & Rhyme & Eri in a queerplatonic poly-pile relationship. Hanekoma, Kariya. Warnings: Includes depression heavily, and mentions of suicide. Summary: One year after the Long Game, a tall boy named Yuuto Kimura, who has messy black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes, stumbles into Neku’s life, and he can’t help but let him get close, letting him join the circle of friends.

One year after the Long Game, Joshua aches to hang out with Neku again, but the restrictions he’s gained for his transgressions are very clear: Yoshiya Kiryu, Composer of Shibuya, is not to interact with Neku Sakuraba.

(But every rule has a loophole.)

Author’s Note: Each chapter is also being added to ao3! Here! (Small delay per chapter).

Featuring autistic/neurodivergent characters, the “Joshua is Neku’s Dead Best Friend” theory, and lots of headcanons abound.

“Where is he?”

Yuuto looks over at Neku from his place sprawled on Neku’s bedroom floor. The declaration makes him raise an eyebrow, and Beat, Shiki, and Rhyme sigh.

Neku is sitting on his bed, flopped over Beat’s lap with a sketchbook in front of him. Rhyme is leaning against its base, and Shiki has staked a claim on the desk chair. Yuuto himself has his back against the wall, laying on his side so he can look at the others. With Neku talking, he sets down his phone.

“Where is who?” he asks.

A sigh escapes him as Neku looks back. “My second week Partner.” Oh. “His name is Joshua, and I haven’t seen him since the last day of my Game.”

“You don’t talk about him much, Neku,” says Shiki, eyebrows scrunched as she looks up from her current sewing project.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “It’s complicated, guys.”

More than you know.

“He did somthin’ to ya, we know that, but you’ve never said what,” Beat chimes in, and oh, they’re prompting Neku. Trying to get the full story out of him.

Neku wavers, fingers tapping at the paper in front of him as indecision flickers across his face. He needs to tell them. Neku can’t keep this bottled up forever, nor can he wait for Josh to emerge.

All it takes is one Imprint. He doesn’t even notice the subtle sway wriggling its way into his head, urging him on, strengthening his impulse to spill the secret.

Tell them. What’s the worst that could happen? They deserve to know, and if Joshua protests, well, you were never told not to tell them.

“Joshua is the Composer, and he shot me. Twice.” The words spill past his lips, tumbling off his tongue, before he slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening.

Rhyme gives Yuuto a Look, making sure no one else notices. He shrugs back, sending a thought over to them: He needs to get it out, he’s bottled all this up. There’s nothing against the rules… Explicitly.

“What the fuck?” Shiki is staring at Neku, and Beat is too.

“It’s complicated–”

“Okay but what the actual fuck? He shot you!?” She stands, huffing and pacing the room, running fingers through her hair. “You still want him to show up after he did that to you?”

“Shiki please–”

“I’m wit’ her man, why would you want that?” Beat says, fist clenched.

It should concern Yuuto more, honestly. Rhyme is still glaring at him. Yet, all he can do is frown, and tap a finger to his chin. “I’m sure Neku has his reasons, why don’t we let him speak them?”

Neku shoots him a grateful look as the others quiet down, and Shiki flops back into the chair, keeping her mouth shut but her eyes on Neku, ready to judge if the explanation is satisfactory.

“Joshua is… Complicated.” Neku sighs, sitting up and leaning against the wall, instead of lying on Beat’s lap. It’s no doubt easy to pull away, pull into himself.

“I think he’s a lot like me. Or, before and during the Game he was similar to how I was when you all first met me. Only worse. Depression and loneliness gave him a misanthropic view of the world, and I could feel it.” He runs a hand through his hair. Gelled spikes don’t agree with the treatment, so he switches to twisting the end of one between his fingers.

“I related to him, we had the same sort of humor and outlook, except seeing his helped me re-evaluate my own. It hurt, when I thought he shot me, even though he was an annoying git. It hurt even more, when I thought he got himself Erased to save me, and I thought he hadn’t killed me for that last week.”

Yuuto keeps his expression neutral, a blank sheet of paper. The sacrifice might’ve been over-the-top, it might’ve been what kept Neku from shooting him. Neku knew what it was like to lose him, and he didn’t want to cause himself that pain. Again.

“I dunno…” Neku continues, “I don’t forgive him, but he was my Partner, and you all know what that’s like. He chose me as a Proxy, playing some fucked-up game with the Conductor. At the end…”

“You don’t talk about what happened in that final room,” Rhyme says, moving away from the bed so they can look up at Neku.

“The Conductor got Erased, and he challenged me to a duel. Whoever won got to choose what to do with Shibuya, he wanted to Erase the UG. Even with that motive, even knowing everything he did, I couldn’t pull the trigger. And he shot me. Again.”

A slight tremor runs through Neku’s body. His Music is a cacophony of noise, but Joshua keeps the Noise at bay, even when he looks like Yuuto. There are no tears, but grief wells within Neku.

“If he won, why is Shibuya still standing? Why did any of us get brought back?” Shiki asks.

“Erasing the UG wouldn’t destroy Shibuya,” says Yuuto. “Just the UnderGround, and a shiny new one would grow back. Erasing the UG, however, would Erase the Composer. If the Composer is Erased with no one there to take his spot, no Conductor or person who beat them, then the UG collapses.”

Neku freezes, the guitar strings of his Music snapping as he whips his head toward Yuuto. For a second, he thinks Neku’s caught on, he’s been caught, but… “Oh my god. Did he want to die?”

“I can’t answer that. You did say he seemed depressed, though.” Yuuto doesn’t look up, grabbing a safety pin off his clothes to pick at his nails with.

Of course Neku hadn’t caught him. He shouldn’t even want that. And yet, the idea of Neku piecing together the puzzle fills him with a soft fuzz, warm because it’d mean Neku knew him well enough to see through his disguise.

Maybe if he had all his memories…

But that’s an impossibility.

“Still… I trust him, he and I were Partners. We had a bond.” Neku waves a hand in the air. “The least he could do is meet up with me, because I want an explanation, he owes me one. But no! It’s been two years, and he’s nowhere to be found!”

Silence falls, until: “Maybe he can’t?” Rhyme asks.

Neku’s head snaps to look at them, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“Maybe… What if there’s rules you don’t know about, and he’s not allowed to see you?” they explain.

Joshua would hug them, if he could, but alas, it would be weird if he did that now, as Yuuto. He’ll send them a thank-you text tonight.

“If there’s a rule against visiting me but not one against shooting me then the rules are messed up. And if there is one, then he’s a hypocrite.”

Yuuto snorts, rolling his eyes. “Fair enough.”

“He still deserves to get punched in the fucking face,” Shiki says. “If I see him, I’ll chuck something at him for you.”

Neku laughs, and oh, no matter how much he gets to hear that nowadays, it still sends a buzz of energy through his stomach. Like being zapped by a lightning bolt psych.

“Well, if you get the chance, go right ahead, but make sure to tell him to stop being a coward, too.”

White light cascades from the rooftop of 104, obscured by the sun. He sits, legs dangling over the edge.

Rhyme climbs the stairs, and pops the door open.

Joshua doesn’t move. His edges are blurred, ink smeared and blended, and they can’t tell where he ends and Shibuya begins. Not RG, maybe not even UG, a frequency buzzing in the back of their head that sends static stabs through their skull.

They shove it to the side, and plop down by him. “So, sitting on the roof, huh? Wistfully staring out at the city?”

He snorts. “You know how it is: doubting life, and death, choices, being the emo seventeen-year-old you never got to be in life. Having a vague existential and moral crisis.”

“Is this… About what Neku said yesterday?”

“He’s right,” Joshua says, light surrounding him starting to dim. The harsh glow fades, and Rhyme can feel him slide down the vibes, into the RG. “I am a hypocrite. He deserves better.”

They headbutt him, leaning against his side. For all that Josh proclaims to be cold and dead, the warmth emanating from him is full of life. Maybe it’s fake, meant to comfort, or habit so he doesn’t alarm any of the group with clammy skin claimed by the grave, but they think it helps his mental state, too.

“He doesn’t want better though, he wants you. Tell me your side of the story.”

He sighs and flops onto his back, staring up at the sky. “He was meant to be my replacement. I wanted to be gone. I’d messed up bad, and he was so much like me, in so much pain, that I thought the Game could make him better, and he could free me from my misery.”

Looking down, the distance to the ground is far, the people below flowing like rivers, intermingling and dispersing. Individuals are lost to the crowd. “There’s more, isn’t there? You fixated on Neku for this, instead of anyone else.”

“Neku deserves to be the first to learn about that reason. Sorry, but it wouldn’t be fair.”

They nod, and swing their feet.

“You shouldn’t be so close to the edge, you know,” he says, and they laugh.

Pulling their legs up, they flop around so their head dangles instead, hair blowing in the wind. “If I fall, you will most certainly catch me.”

A rustle is the only sign they get that he moves, until he sits right on their feet. “And now you won’t fall at all. Beat would skin me if he knew I let you do this.”

“Nah, Neku and I wouldn’t let him.”

“So,” says Shiki, “you like him, don’t you?”

It would be useless to flail his limbs, sputter and deny her words, so instead, Yuuto sighs and nods. “What gave me away?”

She laughs, rolling her eyes. “You’re pining, it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. You sprawl yourself over him whenever he gives you permission, like a cat seeking affection. You’re always staring at him when he isn’t looking!”

A cat seeking affection, he snorts. “I’m just a big, cuddly snow leopard. I’m touchy-feely with all of you, how is it different with him?”

“Even on your bad days, you lean against him. You don’t let anyone else touch you, but he’s always allowed,” she says.

“I guess,” he shrugs, tapping his pencil against the paper in front of him.

Since becoming friends with everyone, his apartment had become lived in. Trinkets and gifts from the past year fill the space. Shiki has given him some plushies, and pillows with pretty designs rest on the couch where she sits. Eri’s gifts are clothes picked from the rack, if it’s not a joint-gift from her and Shiki in the form of clothes they’ve made.

Beat has taken to cooking, and Yuuto keeps his kitchen stocked. In return, he gets good food and a skateboard resting in the entryway closet. Rhyme gives stim toys, from the reversible-sequin snap bracelet to the rainbow tangle.

As for Neku… Art hangs on the once-barren walls. A landscape of Shibuya in watercolor hangs behind the couch, and a portrait of the entire gang is framed and placed near the entrance.

Papers and pencils are scattered everywhere. Neku keeps a case of art supplies here. Everyone has small projects that have taken up residency, and Shiki is working on one of them now. Stitching a snow leopard into existence.

“The thing you’re working on, it’s for Neku, isn’t it?” Shiki asks, breaking the silence.

He nods. “I’m composing. I’ve got most of it down, in fact it’s pretty much finished, but I’m worried… Will he like it?”

She looks over at him, a quick glance before her eyes dart away again. “What? Are you gonna serenade him or something?”

“Yes, actually, I am,” he says, tossing the paper to the side and himself to the floor. It’s pointless to sit on the chair when it impedes his creative flow. “But it’s so impossible to know if he’ll appreciate it. If he’ll understand my reasoning. I don’t even know if I want him to know yet!” he moans, rolling onto his side.

“Then play for me,” she says, like it’s the most simple conclusion in the world. “I can tell you if he’ll like it, at least.”

Yuuto perks up. “You’d be cool with that?” When she nods, he jumps, dashing to his room to retrieve the violin.

She doesn’t see it appear from thin air in his hands, doesn’t see his form flicker ever so slightly. He comes back looking like Yuuto as always.

“Serenade me, music boy.” She stabs the animal in her hand with the needle again, something to fiddle with so she can enjoy the music more, no doubt.

A laugh. He sets up the stand for his music, and positions the violin. “Now, ideally, this is somewhere like, WildKat, and I’m wearing one of your super fancy suits, but we can discuss that later.”

Yuuto raises the bow, and lets the magic happen.

Fast-paced, running through Shibuya streets with the beat, weaving through crowds and ducking into back alleys. It starts soft, then crescendos. He closes his eyes, letting the high notes weave together with the low.

The pulse matches time with the heartbeat of the city, spray paint graffiti hits the wall. The echo of a drum plays through his tune, noticed by its absence. A solo player is not a quartet, is not a band, and he does not have techno parts to add for a violin solo, but he lets the music do the talking.

Imagination weaves through the notes, calling forth the memory of other instruments, adding the illusion of more than there is.

Yuuto steps in time, sways, pacing a fluid circle to match his song. Not his song. Neku’s song, Neku’s Music. Music warped and persuaded into playing on a single violin, playing over the strings to describe him.

Magic is kept to a minimum, he doesn’t call forth the actual sounds, or implant them as more than elusive notes, but it’s impossible to give off the feel he wants without it. Impossible to transcribe the flashes of orange and piercing blue, the splash of color he brings everywhere, the conflicting notes and discord of life.

Joshua does his best, but there’s only so much he can do without dropping his disguise.

The final note draws out as the song comes to a close. The real one plays on elsewhere in the city, but he cannot play his violin all day.

Opening his eyes, he looks to Shiki, finding her staring on with awestruck wide eyes, and a jaw dropped far enough to catch flies. The snow leopard in her lap left abandoned.

He bows with a flourish, before setting his instrument down.

“So, think he’ll like it?” Yuuto asks with a grin that wavers like the final note.

“If he doesn’t fall head-over-heels for you after hearing that, you’re shit outta luck my dude.”

She stays unnoticed, trailing behind Yuuto after the weekly meetup. Shiki doesn’t want to suspect a friend, but he’s suspicious, plain and simple.

Yuuto doesn’t make it to every meeting, which she can understand, but it’s a regular occurrence every few weeks. He’s had lunch with a Reaper, chatting like old friends. He knows too much about the Game, more than any of the Players should know, more than Neku ever learned.

WildKat is the destination, and she hangs back to watch through the windows as Yuuto enters. Standing in the shadow of a nearby building, staying out of sight, she expects to find some shady business going down.

Shiki doesn’t expect him to have a fucking magical girl transformation.

Bathed in a glow of light, his features blur, glaring against the window. As it fades, black hair grows and turns white, his body shrinks, and the glasses he wears are removed. His skin goes pale, and–

She’s seen him before.

She doesn’t need to see the violet eyes or the smirk to know that frame. He’s talking to Mr. Hanekoma, facing away, but the picture rings clear in her brain.

Neku has filled pages upon pages of his sketchbook with that person. She’s seen him in the ink staining paper while he vents far too often.

The bell chimes above her head, and she’s faced with Yuuto again. The last vestiges of creamy light fading from view, dismissed as aftereffects of being in the sun if she didn’t know any better.

“Hey, Shiki, what are you doing here–”

The steel in her eyes leaves no room for him to finish that sentence as she marches over to him, her voice a snake’s hiss. “You have ten seconds to explain to me what the fuck I just saw, starting now.”

He slides off the stool, taking a step back from her pointed finger. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughs, rubbing his neck.

“Try again. You changed. I saw that. I saw who. Six seconds.”

Yuuto scrambles, holding his hands in the air as he retreats, back to the window. “Okay, okay. It’s. Shit, it’s complicated. Give me a moment.”

She holds up five fingers. In the silence, she ticks it down to four.

“I can’t, okay? I can’t. There’s… A lot. Where do I start?”

“Start with why the fuck you’re hiding your identity from all of us!” He’s down to three fingers now, and as Mr. Hanekoma slips out of the room, she takes note of the steaming cup of coffee on the counter.

“Well,” two fingers. “I wasn’t hiding it from all of you. Rhyme figured it out in a month.” He takes another step back. “I just… I can’t tell Neku who I am, okay?”

“So you’re a liar, then?” One.

“No! Well, yes. It’s complicated, give me some time to–”

Gravel escapes her throat as she huffs, grabbing the cup and throwing it.

The scalding coffee never reaches its target, suspended in midair, lid popped off as some splashes over the edge.

Yuuto’s eyes glow violet.

The glow washes over the rest of his body, and vanishes when he blinks.

Joshua stands in front of her. Coffee hangs between them. His hand is still outstretched.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t walk over there and punch you. Or take a picture and tell Neku.” Her voice is flat, buried deep in the anger boiling in her stomach.

“You can’t tell Neku. If he knows, Yuuto will have to leave without a goodbye,” Joshua says, waving his hand so the coffee settles on the table. “I’d hate to do that to him, but you’d give me no choice.”

“You coward,” she spits, acid burning her tongue. “You’d do that to him? What, can’t face the truth? Can’t face his judgement of you?”

It burns. Fire burns in her, eating away at her stomach as the fumes leave her mouth. She’s biting back the flame, for now.

“It’s beyond my control! Give me a chance to explain, please!” His voice cracks, wavers like a pane of glass balanced on its edge.

“Explain what? How you’re lying to us? How you’re trying to manipulate me, so I don’t tattle? How do you explain shooting someone in the face? How do you fucking explain what you’ve done to Neku? What you’re doing,” she flings her arms wide, “to him!”

Reality splinters.

Time tips on its axis. Cracks run through her body, she vibrates a pitch just out of reach, on a different frequency. Static leaks into the air, humid and heavy. She’s frozen, an ancient crumbling statue ready to collapse, unable to hold back the torrent of power coursing through her.

It wants to escape. She gives it a channel.

Mr. Mew launches himself from her purse at Joshua, who scrambles back, collapsing on a chair as he tries to get away from the stuffed cat. Curses fly from his mouth as the echo of light flies from his fingertips, trying to bat the cat away.

All it takes is one hit and Mr. Mew stills, dropping to the floor like his strings were cut. Shiki stares.

She’d done that. She had made Mr. Mew move in the RG. She’d used a Psych.

Joshua is staring at her, she’s staring at the plushie. Her anger stewing in her stomach is stirred by confusion, cooling for a second to digest this.

Joshua stands, inching closer, but not too close. “You’ve still got your power, but don’t worry. You’re firmly RG right now, WildKat is on a thinner part of the boundary between the planes, and nobody in this group of friends has been left untouched by the UG.” Hesitance is scrawled on his face, and his hands bounce, fingers tapping at his leg.

While it helps her to know she hasn’t flipped to the UG, this draws her attention back to him, and she pierces him with an icy glare. “Don’t test your luck by trying to change the subject. Tell me what you’re trying to accomplish. Or I’ll try doing that again.”

“I want to be friends, is that too much to imagine?” he asks.

“After everything you’ve done? Yes! You’re playing at some kind of game here, and I don’t trust it. I don’t trust you.” She steps forward and picks up Mr. Mew, so he doesn’t go flying off again. She’s ready for some retort, some proof, or a laugh.

She doesn’t expect him to go blank. To shut down. He closes his eyes, and they stay closed for a few seconds. Arms go slack, mouth drops into neutrality.

When he opens his eyes, she takes a step back, because they’re dead.

Yuuto is known for his energy, his laugh, the glint of mischief in his eyes. He doesn’t sit still, he can’t. It only happens when he hits a slump.

Joshua very much resembles that rare Yuuto, cold and tired. Dull violet eyes meet hers for one second, before he glances away. HIs voice has slipped into a monotone as he says, “If that is what you believe, then there is no point in me saying anything right now. If you choose to listen to one thing I have said, let it be the fact that if you tell him, he will lose a friend.”

She must blink, because one second he’s there, and the next he’s gone.

Shiki: ^Rhyme listen trust me.^

^I need you to kick Yuuto from the group.^

^He’s trash we don’t need him around but you’re the one with admin powers in the game chat.^

Rhyme: ^Oh did you find out too?^

Shiki: ^Wait what?^

^You actually know?^

Rhyme: ^Of course. If he told you I do, then yeah, I do.^

Shiki: ^And you’re just???? Letting him stick around? You haven’t said anything!?^

Rhyme: ^I’ve always been able to tell.^

^I still have residual instincts from when I was a Noise.^

^I sensed something off about Neku’s second week Partner when I was Noise, and I remembered that. It felt the same around the Composer. And Yuuto. I put it together and he told me what was up.^

^He can’t mention the whys directly, so he dances around the subject until you figure it out. Hints and clues because I don’t think he’s allowed to say it or anything.^

Shiki: ^He’s been lying to us for a year now! And you heard from Neku what he did!^

Rhyme: ^I’ve gotten to watch him as both Yuuto and Joshua for a year now, though.^

^He’s the same person, always. A different face, a different name, but he’s got the same personality. Just, as Josh, he’s more open and honest.^

^I trust him. He’s helped me work through some of the residual Noise stuff, and he wishes he could tell Neku, tell everyone.^

Shiki: ^Then why DOESN’T he? Why not tell us all? He could’ve told me and Beat way earlier!^

Rhyme: ^The more people who know, the more likely someone will slip up and reveal it to Neku.^

^And besides, he plans on telling everyone after he tells Neku. Once he’s allowed, he will. I’ve seen how it’s eating at him, he wants to, but he can’t right now.^

^So no, I won’t remove him from the group. I don’t think he has many people he can befriend, and we’re some of the few he does. I’m not going to take that away from him. Besides, we’d have to explain it to the others, somehow, and I don’t want to reveal the truth and force him away.^

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The truth is, you deserve to know that when you’re dealing with me, you’re not dealing with some nine-day wonder who can only talk the big game. My historic transformation from common Joe into a cowboyish, bookie-busting, money-printing hot rod is documented. For 30 years, I’ve won tens of millions of dollars from betting on sports. My legendary winning streaks were crushing books that were bold enough to take my action, eventually wiping a handful of the private ones off the face of the planet. I’d go on to do it again at Pinnacle in the early 2000’s, where: My meteoric rise was the envy of others who lacked the mental muscles and sheer guts to pull it off. These days, the sportsbooks have wisened up, and my betting limits have plunged into a tailspin. No sportsbook in Las Vegas these days would allow me to bet the kind of limits I had back in the 1990’s at the Mirage when I was routinely wagering millions of dollars a weekend. You’re probably aware of how tough it is for the average person to consistently pick out winners in sports and profit over long term. The lights in the casino aren’t on around the clock because the majority of gamblers are winning. To go against the sportsbooks yourself is like heading into battle as a centipede with 98 missing legs. Without the right knowledge, you can’t win. Not in the long run. You can only try for so long before realizing that picking out winners on your own is harder than nails, and following other so-called expert handicappers’ picks seem no better than blindly chucking darts at a board. You want to win money betting on sports. I get it. But chances are: you haven’t. You’ve probably dreamed of what it’s like to win big. But for most people, the reality is more like a nightmare where you ran and ran, but never gained any ground, and the harder you tried, the slower you moved. Betting on your own without help from a proven winner is no better than committing bankroll suicide on an installment plan. The good news is: If you’re not winning, it’s probably not your fault. You just simply didn’t know how to do it right. No one ever taught you how to properly handicap sports or separate the winners from the losers. And the chances of you figuring it out all on your own is about as likely as seeing a snowstorm in the Mojave Desert. So stop beating your head against the wall, trying to uncover that fleeting solution to winning on bets. If you’re sick and tired of trying fiddly wink techniques to earn small potatoes, it’s time to let me hold you by the hand and nurse you along the path toward sports betting wealth and success. It doesn’t matter if your betting track record is as dark as the night sky. Let me show you the winning ways on how you can start dashing forward to a future as bright as sunrise! So, you might be wondering: What kind of credentials do I have, and why am I qualified to teach you the leading ways to pick out winners in sports. Well, just take a look at some of my sizzling accolades over the years: Wouldn’t it be nice if YOU can finally learn the winning ways to handicap sports, plus get all of the top picks delivered to you every day along with full analysis from one of the most successful sports bettors ever? Now, you finally can with The Whale’s Sports Betting University. So, why is it important for you to follow a proven winner? It’s simple: If you want to win, wouldn’t you want to learn from the best? But there’s a big difference between learning from some tout that’s made a pile of money from selling their picks, versus me who has actually made millions from betting on my own picks. My rule of thumb in sports betting is to never listen to touts who only know how to sell. The traits of a good salesman are rarely the same traits of a winning sports handicapper. Most of them are just out to make money from selling their picks, not from betting on them. They’ve got more ways to take your money than Hell’s casino, only to leave you behind like a fish out of water once they’ve taken your cash. Ask yourself: If a tout is so good at picking winners in sports, why isn’t he going out there and betting hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars each month on his own picks like what I’m consistently doing? In this business, there’s a lot of fancy personalities out there that try to sell you with their wits and charm. I do things differently. I let my action do all the talking for me. Back in the 90’s when I was allowed to accelerate as hard as I wanted at the Mirage sportsbook, I was routinely betting millions of dollars on sports in a weekend. I also played in the casino on the same tables with NBA stars and celebrities at the Mirage. Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Dennis Rodman, Will Smith, you name it. Interestingly, I was betting more money than the NBA stars did, even though I had less money than them overall. But here’s the key difference: I’m not just a big bettor. I’m also a big winner. Most casino high rollers wager for the entertainment. I do it for the profits. Sports betting is one of those rare games where a smart player can gain a serious edge over the house. It’s a type of game where a master pattern recognizer can spot trends and identify patterns that could lead to monstrous winning streaks. Join me today in The Whale’s Sports Betting University, and I’ll teach you the same exact pattern recognition techniques I personally use to clobber the sportsbooks and reel in tens of millions of dollars in profits over the years. Plus, I’ll also share with you my top picks every single day so you can follow along and tail one of the most successful sports bettors in history. I’ve suffered through decades of trial and tribulation, so you don’t have to. Now, let me share with you my winning ways so you can just take the shortcut to the finish line. And no, these aren’t just some sports handicapping strategies I dream up of in theory, then roll the dice and pray for the twin lightning bolts of salvation to strike. For 30 years, I went through fire and water to run these strategies through the gauntlet, and I’ve won tens of millions of dollars from using these same techniques and picks myself. Wouldn’t it be nice if you can start copying my betting strategies for yourself? And wouldn’t it be nice if you can take the same exact picks that I’m taking each day and prosper together with me? Attend The Whale’s Sports Betting University, and let me show you my winning ways. So, you’ve already seen for yourself the astronomical winnings I’ve amassed from my decades of betting on sports. But what is it about me that makes me different? You see, from a young age I’ve been blessed with an uncanny ability to recognize patterns. Studying patterns was my sanctuary where I could find solace. It was my retreat into my own little Safe Haven where I felt at peace and at home. As early as 13 years old, it dawned upon me that patterns consistently form in sports. While the other boys in school were busy playing catch and chasing girls, I spent my hours learning, isolating, and analyzing patterns in sporting events. When I studied patterns, I’d feel whole, complete, connected to that little place in the very center of my being that had otherwise closed itself out. Analyzing patterns allowed all the chaos in my mind to finally calm and feel at peace. And while my pattern-recognizing excellence wasn’t exactly a hit with the ladies, it sure made me popular with the adults who wanted to win. By my young teens, I began my first foray into handicapping sports, giving out winners to adults several times my age and pocketing tips from their wins. I started betting on sports at 21 years old. What followed became one of the greatest winning runs in history. In my earliest years of betting on sports, I had already instilled fear in the books. Once I get on a run, I was known to wreck the sportsbooks in cold blood. It was tough to find bookies bold enough to take my action, especially after: These words hit me like a razor slicing along my nerves. Just like that, my life became as dull as an abandoned amusement park! So I asked at that point: “Who does take action?” Caesar’s advised me to go to Binion’s in downtown, or Steve Wynn’s Mirage. There was my opening. I didn’t just sit back and wait for opportunity to come and knock on my door, I invited it in eagerly. In just moments, I dashed over to the Mirage like a hunter on a fresh scent. What a place for action back in the 90’s! Steve Wynn wanted to attract the big gamblers to his new casino, and here was my opportunity to strike like a cobra while the iron was hot! I walked into the Mirage with the intensity of a wolf in the jungle in hot pursuit of a jackrabbit. My heart sprinted from a slow steady beat to a rapid pace… Obviously, the ticket writer misunderstood me and thought I had meant the minimum limit. So I clarified: “No, what are your upper limits?” To my surprise, the response was: “I’ve never seen us refuse a bet!” Wow – I stood there staring at the sportsbook like Copernicus finally discovering the true place of Earth in the cosmos! In one swift moment, my mind lit up like a pinball machine, and: I instantly realized that this was my opening, like a quarterback finally seeing the hole of an opponent’s defense. Here was my chance to jumpstart the paradigm shift in movement toward winning success. My blood was so thrilled with hope and possibility that I couldn’t hold back a grin. After placing my first Round Robin bet at the Mirage, I smiled like a vulture with the first option to a kill. The rest was history. In an instant, I had springboarded into the rarefied big leagues of sports betting superstars able to shift millions of dollars in sports in a day. I’d go on to drain the Mirage sportsbook out of tens of millions of dollars from my sports wagers over the next few years before they’d finally cut their losses and shut me down. Here’s another one of my wagers where I won over half a million dollars in one single ticket: So, it’s time to finally settle old scores against your sportsbook. The Whale’s Sports betting University is the ace-in-the-hole course you need to finally beat your bookie to the punch. You see, I didn’t just stare at success with the eye of an eagle, and took it into my own hands to create it. I spent the last 40 years of my life piecing together the winning formula to betting on sports, scratching my way up from the bottom rung of the ladder to become one of the biggest and winningest sports bettors in the land. Join hands with me today, and you’ll gain front-row seat to my private Sports Betting University. I’ll reveal to you all of my most powerful secrets on how to pick out winners at breakneck-speed and help you ascend to a higher plane of sports betting prosperity.  You’ll discover the sizzling methods and strategies I personally use day in and day out to successfully piledrive the sportsbooks into dust. In this all-inclusive course, you’ll learn all of my profit-pulling tricks of the trades that I use to consistently bank in winners and surge on monster winning streaks that reeled into my bank account tens of millions of dollars in profits – all from betting on sports.  Plus, you’ll also receive my top picks every day delivered to your email, along with my full detailed analysis.  Here’s your chance to claim your own all-access pass to sit in the front row and learn all of my most closely-guarded sports handicapping strategies that I’ve previously only cradled like my firstborn child inside my arms all my life. Then, you can begin using these same powerful strategies for yourself to pick out winners and bank in the winnings you never knew you had in you!  So if you’re sick and tired of playing guessing games, then the time is now to join forces with me and save yourself from all the mental gymnastics. Step forward to The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and you can finally discover my devastating methods to let loose the dogs of war against your bookie and begin banking in the winnings you deserve.  Let me, one of the biggest and most profitable sports bettors ever, teach you the winning ways to handicap sports, plus share with you my top picks and analysis every day.  Here’s a small sample of just some of the topics you’ll discover in my Sports Betting University:          How to minimize your losses during cold periods and losing streaks          How to predict champions in all the major sports, including NBA Finals, MLB World Series, NFL Super Bowl, and NHL Stanley Cup          The winning betting strategies in preseason games for all sports          How to predict high-scoring and low-scoring games          How to predict when trailing teams are most likely to bounce back after halftime          What’s the smartest sports betting system?          The deadliest mistakes that casual bettors make, and how to avoid them like the plague!          How betting strategies evolve from the start to the end of a season          The smartest betting strategies for teams playing back-to-back games          How teams are likely to perform at the beginning of, in the middle of, and after long road trips or extended home series          How to predict what will most likely happen in a rematch between the same teams during the same season          A full list of factors that sportsbooks don’t tend to consider when setting the lines          How to read teams’ against the spread records and win-loss records to determine best betting value          How to predict teams’ responses after getting blown out          How to capitalize on the home field advantage when betting on sports          How to predict when ice-cold teams are likely to bounce back from their losing streak          How to predict when red-hot teams’ winning streaks are likely to come to an end          How to tell when games’ start times can affect final results          What factors to look for when watching sports to help you predict future outcomes of games          How to read flow and bounce patterns in sports          The best times to replenish your bankroll          The best times to withdraw from your bankroll and pocket cash into your pocket!          How to instantly become fit and irresistible to the opposite sex. Plus: super-size certain parts of your anatomy! (This is a test to see if you’re still paying attention. Congratulations: You passed!)          How to instantly become fit and irresistible to the opposite sex. Plus: super-size certain parts of your anatomy! (This is a test to see if you’re still paying attention. Congratulations: You passed!)          How to find hidden patterns in sports that are likely to repeat from year to year          How to win by betting on correlated parlays in sports          What are the most profitable betting strategies?          How to determine betting value based on weather patterns          How to use pattern recognition analysis, system analysis, and fundamental analysis to predict the outcomes of games          The effect of crowd sizes in betting outcomes          The winning betting strategies in all major sports, including football, baseball, basketball, hockey, combat sports, and others          How to surge on winning runs so hot, you swear you could fry an egg on their trails!  It’s as if you can earn a Ph.D. equivalent in sports handicapping without years of education or fortunes in expensive tuition!  Couldn’t you just figure out the winning secrets to betting on sports on your own?  Well, you could try. You might keep running up that mountain, smug and sure of yourself…only to then skid down the other side face-first onto the dirt… And you probably have about as much a chance to piece together that entire puzzle as you would to find birth control pills at a Catholic Church. I know this because for 30 years I’ve studied sports until my brain felt as if it’s a truck tire inflated 10 times past its limit. Unless you’re ready to dedicate the next 30 years of your life like an ascetic monk to figure this out all on your own, it’s time to try something different.  I’ve already paved the road for you, so you don’t have to do all the dog work to blaze your own trail. I want to share my methods with you because I know just how tough it is for the average person to correctly handicap sports. Trying to figure it out all on your own is about as logical as trying to count the exact number of holes in an acoustical ceiling while you’re inside a dentist’s chair. Plus, when your hard-earned money is on the line, you can’t afford to dabble in monkey business or trial and error experiments. So stop scrambling around like a disciple searching for your messiah for the solution to winning on sports… So if you’re sick and tired of trying El Cheapo tactics to make small beans, then it’s time to mount your wild horse and begin thundering westward on the ride of your lifetime. Step forward to The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and I’ll help you tear down that metaphorical wall dividing you and your grandest winning vision.  I’ve used these same techniques myself for the last 30 years to flood winnings into my bank account like a hot jet stream. Now, I’m extending my hand to finally grant you access to the pearls of my wisdom and also my top picks each day so that you, too, can capitalize on my thriving knowledge and carve your own initials into the winning pie. -Live a more prosperous life  -Be more financially free  -Take that vacation you’ve always wanted  -Sit back, relax, and follow along on my top picks I’ll be sharing with you every day  -Finally say “adios muchachos” to your past of losses, begin taking your future by the reins  -Jumpstart your grand vision to become the expert sports handicapper you’ve dreamed about  Simply put, I want you to succeed.  I’ve already lived a life of luxury from winning tens of millions from betting on sports over the decades. My next big mission now is to help pass the torch to you so that you, too, can take command of my winning ways to make a big financial difference in your life.  As the saying goes: “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”  In front of you now is a unique opportunity to master the art and possibly feed yourself with a lifetime of residual winnings from betting on sports.  You’ll discover:           The smartest risk management strategies when betting on sports          How to determine what’s most likely to happen after teams experience blowout wins or losses          How to identify weaknesses in betting lines and capitalize on the sportsbooks’ oversights          The best times of the day to bet and expect the best value for your wagers          The most predictable sport, and how to predict the outcomes of these games so you can wager on with iron-clad      confidence!          How to think like a professional sports bettor          How to predict teams will react after key wins and key losses          How to analyze recent trends and predict future trends          How and when to bet on Over the Total and Under the Total          When to buy points when betting on sports          How to analyze players current level of emotions and motivation to win upcoming games          How to win betting on futures, teasers, pleasures, parlays, round robins, halftimes, 1st 5 innings, live-betting, and in-game for all major sports          How to identify “locks” when betting on sports          How to hedge your bets and guarantee winning profits!          How to identify teams’ luck factors and determine when a team may be overvalued or undervalued          How to identify revenge situations to predict when teams are most likely to avenge a recent loss to the same        opponent          When to ride or fade the public when betting on sports          Betting strategies for the 1st and final games of the season          How to identify that one best bet of the day that’s far more likely to win than anything else on the board!          How to identify fatigue issues with players, and their possible impact on future outcomes          How teams tend to respond after bye weeks, long breaks, short breaks, and rest days          How a team’s popularity and their market popularity can create value in the betting line          The impact of momentum in teams, and how to read it to predict future performance          The effect of travel distance when betting on away teams playing on the road          How to bet and win on rivalry games          How to determine when teams match up well against certain other teams          The secret “lowdown” on how the sportsbooks set their lines, point spreads, and odds for all games          How to read injury reports and predict the impact of key players’ injuries on the outcomes of games          The smartest bankroll management strategy for small bettors with minimal bankroll          How to predict halftime comebacks in all sports          How to read and understand line movements when betting on sports          How to adapt and innovate as sports betting evolves to remain a powerhouse while your competitors are trading in their Rolexes for Seikos          How to manage and rapidly grow your bankroll like Jack’s Beanstalk!  So, now you may be wondering how much money will you win from using my fiery sports handicapping techniques, or from betting along on my hot picks each day? To this day, I continue to wager up to millions each month using these same picks and handicapping methods. Common sense will tell you that unless I’m convinced about winning, I wouldn’t be doing this. Now, let me teach you my ways so you can ride along with me and experience the joy of winning for yourself. I want to help you because I know that sports handicapping isn’t as easy as beer and skittles. To figure out all the right formula and the winning picks on your own is like trying to figure out how to put a smoke ring into your pocket. So why bother roughing and tumbling around, using the same old rehashed betting techniques that every Tom, Dick, and Harry have tried – and failed!? The tough part about failing is that it’s human nature to want to succeed. So if you’re losing, your automatic response is not to just hold up your hands in surrender. You’re going to want to chase after those losses and try to recoup your way back into profits, right? The problem is, all you’re doing is just stepping right back into a snake pit of risk. If you’re not winning to begin with, then why on Earth would you want to come back for more using the same old carnival-game techniques that got you there to begin with!? It makes as much sense as putting on a condom to masturbate! When I see other losing bettors chase after their losses using the same old tap beer & cheap saloon betting strategies that got them in the hole to begin with, it just makes me want to pull a hammer out of the air and smash my own skull with it. It’s no better than watching a train wreck in slow motion. The more that you try to reverse the damage on your own, the more it’ll become apparent that all you’re doing is dousing more gasoline onto the fire. The truth is, you can’t just continue chasing a rainbow like a happy-go-lucky child of nature without a serious plan on how to win.  What you need is someone like myself who’s had a lifetime of winning millions from betting on sports to finally show you the ropes. The Whale’s Sports Betting University is filled up to the yazoo with the latest handicapping strategies that are battle-tested and proven to win. I’ve already spent my lifetime masterfully piecing together the pieces of the Enigma to sports betting success like a three-dimensional puzzle, so that you don’t have to scuffle alone in the waters, not clearly knowing whether you’ll sink or swim.  And equally as important: I won’t just show you my ways to win, but also the deadly mistakes to avoid to minimize your losses. I’ll point out to you where all the snakes are hiding in the grass, so you can side-step your way far out of the lethal potholes that could bust your bank faster you have a chance to say “ouch.”  Minimizing or avoiding losses is important because traps and pitfalls are a dime a dozen when you’re betting on sports. One wrong move and you’ll see your money disappear down a black hole into “Neverland” where the sun never rises.  So don’t risk dragging yourself around like an elephant in the minefield. Attend The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and I’ll reveal to you my red-hot methods to help you maximize your gains while minimizing your losses in what could be the most powerful sports handicapping course in the land.  Your days of scrambling around, waiting for an answer like a disciple at the feet of Christ are over. In front of you right now is a unique opportunity to gobble up knowledge from a winning legend and surge ahead once the smoke clears.  You don’t need to become some rich lady’s boy toy or find yourself a greasy sugar daddy to start banking in life-changing money. Betting on sports gives you the opportunity to reel in profits quick. But the key is: You can’t afford to risk your hard-earned money on experimental theories. I’ve already experienced the thrill of winning for 30 years. I’ve had times when a million dollars didn’t give me much to get excited about. What’s more thrilling for me now is to see others share into the happiness. I want you to share into the thrill of winning because I know just how crushing it feels to lose. The sheer thought of seeing others paying for losing picks from so-called gurus with much flexing but no muscles might be enough to make my head split into two. I want to help you because I don’t want to see you get burned by the typical touts that are all smoke but no fire. In fact, following the wrong advice could end up hurting you far more than following none. I’d rather mud wrestle alligators in the nude than to pay for and risking my hard-earned money on an unproven tout’s picks. So if you want to make it out on top when betting on sports, you can’t use a broken metal detector to walk through an active minefield. You have to be careful on whose advice you should listen to. Let me ask you a question. Who should you really trust when finding a sports handicapper to follow: I didn’t just stand back on the sidelines of history. I worked 2 etch my mark on it. And today, I’ve cemented my status as one of the most profitable sports bettors, ever. Now, I open my doors and invite you inside The Whale’s Sports Betting University because I don’t want to see you get eaten by the sharks in the sea. Today, I invite you to join hands with me and finally start singing to a different tune. I’m a figure entrenched in sports betting folklore who’s won tens of millions from betting on sports over the decades. I’ve already seen and experienced the joy of winning thousands of times over. What’s thrilling for me now is to see you win and help countless others around the globe to share into my success. The truth is, it’s entirely possible to win big money from betting on sports. Your bookie is the devil incarnate that you can conquer. But to tip the battle onto your side, you can’t just simply rely on using run-of-the-mill routines, playing things by ear, and praying that you could just pull rabbits out of the hat. What you need is to learn the winning ways from me, someone who is a proven winner, and let me show you how to finally spring to life your warrior spirit from within, and begin in your vigorous march to success. So don’t just consent to play small. Today, I want you to begin dreaming big. Let me hold you by the hand and help you bring your game into another dimension. The Whale’s Sports Betting University will help you wrestle your sportsbook into submission and jumpstart your own Operation Money-suck. You have the opportunity today to freshly turn over a whole new leaf. Attend my Sports Betting University today, and you can begin bursting out as if been shot from a cannon to begin your grand ascent to unlock the winning potential you never knew you had! Besides from teaching you the winning ways to handicap sports, I’m also going to give you my top picks every day so you can wager on them yourself and finally give your bankroll a shot in the gazockle. These are the same techniques, strategies, and picks I’ve personally used for 30 years to amass tens of millions of dollars in sports betting winnings. The Whale’s Sports Betting University will have you: -Jumpstart your grand ambitions for winning success -Finally start calling your own shots -Get up and begin chasing your dreams with fire today But those who succeed know that to win, you must first begin. The time is now for you to take action, for that only action can allow you to create, grow, connect, contribute, and rise to your highest self. Today is your unique opportunity to attend The Whale’s Sports Betting University to study at the feet of a master and gobble up all the winning knowledge and picks. So if you’ve had it up to your back teeth following other so-called gurus with betting strategies still stuck in the Dark Ages, then it’s time to join forces with The Whale. I’ve successfully bearded the lion in its own den. Now, let me help you share into my success. Attend my Sports Betting University today, and you can get the lowdown on what could be your big-time meal ticket toward finally becoming the winning sports bettor you’ve always wanted. Plus: Once you’re my student, I’m going to cover your back – all the way to the finish line. I’m not the kind to just teach you my methods, then throw you out in the jungle to fend off the wolves on your own. In fact, I’m going to roll up my sleeves and get down in the trenches with you. And I’m going to put my money where my mouth is by betting along on the same exact selections I share with you, often by the tens of thousands of dollars each day. So if you’re losing, then I’m also losing, but at far, far higher amounts. The only way for me to win is when I can help you win, too. Once you’re my student, I’ll start to really care about you, and I won’t just leave you out high and dry to pick out all the winners yourself. You’re going to gain access to my top picks of the day every day where: It may just be the smartest way for you to finally win fortunes from betting on sports! My sports handicapping mastery has flooded my bank account over the years with tens of millions of dollars in profits. What do you consider to be a fair price that will grant you access to the same knowledge, technique, and picks that I’ve used to go from scratch to setting the sports betting world on fire? Let’s face it: It’s not cheap to get private lessons directly from those who have mastered their craft. What’s a fair price for Michael Jordan to charge to privately teach you how to play basketball? Or Roger Federer to show you how to master tennis? What’s fair for Gordon Ramsay to charge to personally teach you to cook? Probably not an amount you can afford, right? The truth is, it’s never cheap to learn from the best. Anyone who has mastered their craft can make far more money doing what they’re already doing than to be spending time to teach you how to improve yourself. Take me for example. When I’m hot, I’m known to have won more money betting on sports in one single winning run than what people make in a lifetime! I want to share my picks with you and teach you the ways to pick out winners in sports not because I’m greedier than a bandit with a mouth wider than a lion. Whatever amounts you can pay me is unlikely to make any real difference in my life anyway. I’m doing this because I want to help you. The Whale’s Sports Betting University is my opportunity to help you and others around the globe to live more financially-free, doing what may just be the world’s easiest job. That’s right: Sign up to The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and you can have me, one of the biggest and winningest sports bettors ever, pull back the curtains and reveal to you: And if for any reason you’re not head-over-heels in love with the results, then cancel at any time and you’ll never be billed again! Plus: Your purchase is fully covered by my “Whale Of A Guarantee” 100% Protection I’m so convinced that you’re going to love The Whale’s Sports Betting University, I’ll give you 60 full days to prove me wrong! To make this membership risk-free for you, here’s how my iron-clad guarantee works: If for any reason you’re not thrilled with everything you learn in The Whale’s Sports Betting University or the winning results of my picks, then just ask for your money back. I’ll refund you a full 100% of your purchase price any time within 60 days if you’re not satisfied. Besides, I don’t find it right to see you pay for anything you’re not happy with. So join hands with me today, and you can lock in this guaranteed offer and begin making your first big leap toward what could become your whole new financial reality. It’s now time for you to make a choice. If you decide to turn away now and walk back into the rat race, then you can’t possibly expect to see any new changes to your future. Perhaps you’ll just continue aiming at a running target, only to miss over and over again until your ammos run dry. How much longer can you afford to keep running on instinct and pushing your luck while getting no results? It’s only a matter of time before you realize that you can only do so much on your own, like a horse tied to an open stall. The problem with the rat race is that even if you win, you’re still a rat. Over my years, I won tens of millions of dollars betting on sports not because I sat back with my thumb in my mouth. I had the “Cojones” to take action on opportunities. 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https://www.reviewape.com/?p=5398 The Whale's Sports Betting University - Product Name: The Whale’s Sports Betting University Click here to get The Whale’s Sports Betting University at discounted price while it’s still available… All orders are protected by SSL encryption – the highest industry standard for online security from trusted vendors. The Whale’s Sports Betting University is backed with a 60 Day No Questions Asked Money Back Guarantee. If within the first 60 days of receipt you are not satisfied with Wake Up Lean™, you can request a refund by sending an email to the address given inside the product and we will immediately refund your entire purchase price, with no questions asked. Description: (Plus: Get my top picks & full analysis delivered to you every day) This is the Sports Betting Whale. The typical sports bettor loses money when betting on sports. But not me. I didn’t just break the mold, I shattered it! I hand crafted my sports betting journey from scratch into a history that reads like a dynasty out of an epic novel. First – I’ll make this clear: I’m not showing you pictures of my monstrous winnings because I want to bask in the limelight like some beached walrus in the sun. The truth is, it’s hard to trust people on the internet. Bad apples are everywhere when you’re dealing with sports handicappers whose goal is to make money off selling their picks instead of just betting on them. Finding a tout that you can really trust on the internet feels about as rare as finding an eel that lets you hold it by the tail. Many of them carry around a list of baggage long enough to wallpaper the whole Playboy Mansion. Have you ever bought picks from touts before? You know, those wheeler dealers that can talk the bark off a tree. They’d reel you in with all the razzle-dazzle to draw you close, only to smash you with a sucker punch once you’ve been hooked. You can’t trust these hustlers’ picks any more than you can trust one of those flowchart quizzes on the back cover of GQ magazine. Follow the wrong sports handicapper, and POOF – Your bankroll disappears faster than a bag of left cash outside a homeless shelter for Olympic sprinters. I know this because I carefully follow how the sports handicapping industry is doing. It really isn’t easy to find a sports handicapper you can trust. I keep tabs on how the other touts perform when picking games, and and it’s no prettier than a lard bucketful of armpits. So let’s face it: Proof of success is important in sports betting. I’m showing you proof of my winnings not because I want to stick my neck out there and bask in the glow of attention. I do it because it’s important for you to know that I am real, that my success is authentic, and that my winnings are documented. I’m not plastering newspaper articles about me from the past just to poke some ash and stir up the dust of old memories. The truth is, you deserve to know that when you’re dealing with me, you’re not dealing with some nine-day wonder who can only talk the big game. My historic transformation from common Joe into a cowboyish, bookie-busting, money-printing hot rod is documented. For 30 years, I’ve won tens of millions of dollars from betting on sports. My legendary winning streaks were crushing books that were bold enough to take my action, eventually wiping a handful of the private ones off the face of the planet. I’d go on to do it again at Pinnacle in the early 2000’s, where: My meteoric rise was the envy of others who lacked the mental muscles and sheer guts to pull it off. These days, the sportsbooks have wisened up, and my betting limits have plunged into a tailspin. No sportsbook in Las Vegas these days would allow me to bet the kind of limits I had back in the 1990’s at the Mirage when I was routinely wagering millions of dollars a weekend. You’re probably aware of how tough it is for the average person to consistently pick out winners in sports and profit over long term. The lights in the casino aren’t on around the clock because the majority of gamblers are winning. To go against the sportsbooks yourself is like heading into battle as a centipede with 98 missing legs. Without the right knowledge, you can’t win. Not in the long run. You can only try for so long before realizing that picking out winners on your own is harder than nails, and following other so-called expert handicappers’ picks seem no better than blindly chucking darts at a board. You want to win money betting on sports. I get it. But chances are: you haven’t. You’ve probably dreamed of what it’s like to win big. But for most people, the reality is more like a nightmare where you ran and ran, but never gained any ground, and the harder you tried, the slower you moved. Betting on your own without help from a proven winner is no better than committing bankroll suicide on an installment plan. The good news is: If you’re not winning, it’s probably not your fault. You just simply didn’t know how to do it right. No one ever taught you how to properly handicap sports or separate the winners from the losers. And the chances of you figuring it out all on your own is about as likely as seeing a snowstorm in the Mojave Desert. So stop beating your head against the wall, trying to uncover that fleeting solution to winning on bets. If you’re sick and tired of trying fiddly wink techniques to earn small potatoes, it’s time to let me hold you by the hand and nurse you along the path toward sports betting wealth and success. It doesn’t matter if your betting track record is as dark as the night sky. Let me show you the winning ways on how you can start dashing forward to a future as bright as sunrise! So, you might be wondering: What kind of credentials do I have, and why am I qualified to teach you the leading ways to pick out winners in sports. Well, just take a look at some of my sizzling accolades over the years: Wouldn’t it be nice if YOU can finally learn the winning ways to handicap sports, plus get all of the top picks delivered to you every day along with full analysis from one of the most successful sports bettors ever? Now, you finally can with The Whale’s Sports Betting University. So, why is it important for you to follow a proven winner? It’s simple: If you want to win, wouldn’t you want to learn from the best? But there’s a big difference between learning from some tout that’s made a pile of money from selling their picks, versus me who has actually made millions from betting on my own picks. My rule of thumb in sports betting is to never listen to touts who only know how to sell. The traits of a good salesman are rarely the same traits of a winning sports handicapper. Most of them are just out to make money from selling their picks, not from betting on them. They’ve got more ways to take your money than Hell’s casino, only to leave you behind like a fish out of water once they’ve taken your cash. Ask yourself: If a tout is so good at picking winners in sports, why isn’t he going out there and betting hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars each month on his own picks like what I’m consistently doing? In this business, there’s a lot of fancy personalities out there that try to sell you with their wits and charm. I do things differently. I let my action do all the talking for me. Back in the 90’s when I was allowed to accelerate as hard as I wanted at the Mirage sportsbook, I was routinely betting millions of dollars on sports in a weekend. I also played in the casino on the same tables with NBA stars and celebrities at the Mirage. Michael Jordan, Charles Barkley, Dennis Rodman, Will Smith, you name it. Interestingly, I was betting more money than the NBA stars did, even though I had less money than them overall. But here’s the key difference: I’m not just a big bettor. I’m also a big winner. Most casino high rollers wager for the entertainment. I do it for the profits. Sports betting is one of those rare games where a smart player can gain a serious edge over the house. It’s a type of game where a master pattern recognizer can spot trends and identify patterns that could lead to monstrous winning streaks. Join me today in The Whale’s Sports Betting University, and I’ll teach you the same exact pattern recognition techniques I personally use to clobber the sportsbooks and reel in tens of millions of dollars in profits over the years. Plus, I’ll also share with you my top picks every single day so you can follow along and tail one of the most successful sports bettors in history. I’ve suffered through decades of trial and tribulation, so you don’t have to. Now, let me share with you my winning ways so you can just take the shortcut to the finish line. And no, these aren’t just some sports handicapping strategies I dream up of in theory, then roll the dice and pray for the twin lightning bolts of salvation to strike. For 30 years, I went through fire and water to run these strategies through the gauntlet, and I’ve won tens of millions of dollars from using these same techniques and picks myself. Wouldn’t it be nice if you can start copying my betting strategies for yourself? And wouldn’t it be nice if you can take the same exact picks that I’m taking each day and prosper together with me? Attend The Whale’s Sports Betting University, and let me show you my winning ways. So, you’ve already seen for yourself the astronomical winnings I’ve amassed from my decades of betting on sports. But what is it about me that makes me different? You see, from a young age I’ve been blessed with an uncanny ability to recognize patterns. Studying patterns was my sanctuary where I could find solace. It was my retreat into my own little Safe Haven where I felt at peace and at home. As early as 13 years old, it dawned upon me that patterns consistently form in sports. While the other boys in school were busy playing catch and chasing girls, I spent my hours learning, isolating, and analyzing patterns in sporting events. When I studied patterns, I’d feel whole, complete, connected to that little place in the very center of my being that had otherwise closed itself out. Analyzing patterns allowed all the chaos in my mind to finally calm and feel at peace. And while my pattern-recognizing excellence wasn’t exactly a hit with the ladies, it sure made me popular with the adults who wanted to win. By my young teens, I began my first foray into handicapping sports, giving out winners to adults several times my age and pocketing tips from their wins. I started betting on sports at 21 years old. What followed became one of the greatest winning runs in history. In my earliest years of betting on sports, I had already instilled fear in the books. Once I get on a run, I was known to wreck the sportsbooks in cold blood. It was tough to find bookies bold enough to take my action, especially after: These words hit me like a razor slicing along my nerves. Just like that, my life became as dull as an abandoned amusement park! So I asked at that point: “Who does take action?” Caesar’s advised me to go to Binion’s in downtown, or Steve Wynn’s Mirage. There was my opening. I didn’t just sit back and wait for opportunity to come and knock on my door, I invited it in eagerly. In just moments, I dashed over to the Mirage like a hunter on a fresh scent. What a place for action back in the 90’s! Steve Wynn wanted to attract the big gamblers to his new casino, and here was my opportunity to strike like a cobra while the iron was hot! I walked into the Mirage with the intensity of a wolf in the jungle in hot pursuit of a jackrabbit. My heart sprinted from a slow steady beat to a rapid pace… Obviously, the ticket writer misunderstood me and thought I had meant the minimum limit. So I clarified: “No, what are your upper limits?” To my surprise, the response was: “I’ve never seen us refuse a bet!” Wow – I stood there staring at the sportsbook like Copernicus finally discovering the true place of Earth in the cosmos! In one swift moment, my mind lit up like a pinball machine, and: I instantly realized that this was my opening, like a quarterback finally seeing the hole of an opponent’s defense. Here was my chance to jumpstart the paradigm shift in movement toward winning success. My blood was so thrilled with hope and possibility that I couldn’t hold back a grin. After placing my first Round Robin bet at the Mirage, I smiled like a vulture with the first option to a kill. The rest was history. In an instant, I had springboarded into the rarefied big leagues of sports betting superstars able to shift millions of dollars in sports in a day. I’d go on to drain the Mirage sportsbook out of tens of millions of dollars from my sports wagers over the next few years before they’d finally cut their losses and shut me down. Here’s another one of my wagers where I won over half a million dollars in one single ticket: So, it’s time to finally settle old scores against your sportsbook. The Whale’s Sports betting University is the ace-in-the-hole course you need to finally beat your bookie to the punch. You see, I didn’t just stare at success with the eye of an eagle, and took it into my own hands to create it. 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In this all-inclusive course, you’ll learn all of my profit-pulling tricks of the trades that I use to consistently bank in winners and surge on monster winning streaks that reeled into my bank account tens of millions of dollars in profits – all from betting on sports.  Plus, you’ll also receive my top picks every day delivered to your email, along with my full detailed analysis.  Here’s your chance to claim your own all-access pass to sit in the front row and learn all of my most closely-guarded sports handicapping strategies that I’ve previously only cradled like my firstborn child inside my arms all my life. Then, you can begin using these same powerful strategies for yourself to pick out winners and bank in the winnings you never knew you had in you!  So if you’re sick and tired of playing guessing games, then the time is now to join forces with me and save yourself from all the mental gymnastics. Step forward to The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and you can finally discover my devastating methods to let loose the dogs of war against your bookie and begin banking in the winnings you deserve.  Let me, one of the biggest and most profitable sports bettors ever, teach you the winning ways to handicap sports, plus share with you my top picks and analysis every day.  Here’s a small sample of just some of the topics you’ll discover in my Sports Betting University:          How to minimize your losses during cold periods and losing streaks          How to predict champions in all the major sports, including NBA Finals, MLB World Series, NFL Super Bowl, and NHL Stanley Cup          The winning betting strategies in preseason games for all sports          How to predict high-scoring and low-scoring games          How to predict when trailing teams are most likely to bounce back after halftime          What’s the smartest sports betting system?          The deadliest mistakes that casual bettors make, and how to avoid them like the plague!          How betting strategies evolve from the start to the end of a season          The smartest betting strategies for teams playing back-to-back games          How teams are likely to perform at the beginning of, in the middle of, and after long road trips or extended home series          How to predict what will most likely happen in a rematch between the same teams during the same season          A full list of factors that sportsbooks don’t tend to consider when setting the lines          How to read teams’ against the spread records and win-loss records to determine best betting value          How to predict teams’ responses after getting blown out          How to capitalize on the home field advantage when betting on sports          How to predict when ice-cold teams are likely to bounce back from their losing streak          How to predict when red-hot teams’ winning streaks are likely to come to an end          How to tell when games’ start times can affect final results          What factors to look for when watching sports to help you predict future outcomes of games          How to read flow and bounce patterns in sports          The best times to replenish your bankroll          The best times to withdraw from your bankroll and pocket cash into your pocket!          How to instantly become fit and irresistible to the opposite sex. Plus: super-size certain parts of your anatomy! (This is a test to see if you’re still paying attention. Congratulations: You passed!)          How to instantly become fit and irresistible to the opposite sex. Plus: super-size certain parts of your anatomy! (This is a test to see if you’re still paying attention. Congratulations: You passed!)          How to find hidden patterns in sports that are likely to repeat from year to year          How to win by betting on correlated parlays in sports          What are the most profitable betting strategies?          How to determine betting value based on weather patterns          How to use pattern recognition analysis, system analysis, and fundamental analysis to predict the outcomes of games          The effect of crowd sizes in betting outcomes          The winning betting strategies in all major sports, including football, baseball, basketball, hockey, combat sports, and others          How to surge on winning runs so hot, you swear you could fry an egg on their trails!  It’s as if you can earn a Ph.D. equivalent in sports handicapping without years of education or fortunes in expensive tuition!  Couldn’t you just figure out the winning secrets to betting on sports on your own?  Well, you could try. You might keep running up that mountain, smug and sure of yourself…only to then skid down the other side face-first onto the dirt… And you probably have about as much a chance to piece together that entire puzzle as you would to find birth control pills at a Catholic Church. I know this because for 30 years I’ve studied sports until my brain felt as if it’s a truck tire inflated 10 times past its limit. Unless you’re ready to dedicate the next 30 years of your life like an ascetic monk to figure this out all on your own, it’s time to try something different.  I’ve already paved the road for you, so you don’t have to do all the dog work to blaze your own trail. I want to share my methods with you because I know just how tough it is for the average person to correctly handicap sports. Trying to figure it out all on your own is about as logical as trying to count the exact number of holes in an acoustical ceiling while you’re inside a dentist’s chair. Plus, when your hard-earned money is on the line, you can’t afford to dabble in monkey business or trial and error experiments. So stop scrambling around like a disciple searching for your messiah for the solution to winning on sports… So if you’re sick and tired of trying El Cheapo tactics to make small beans, then it’s time to mount your wild horse and begin thundering westward on the ride of your lifetime. Step forward to The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and I’ll help you tear down that metaphorical wall dividing you and your grandest winning vision.  I’ve used these same techniques myself for the last 30 years to flood winnings into my bank account like a hot jet stream. Now, I’m extending my hand to finally grant you access to the pearls of my wisdom and also my top picks each day so that you, too, can capitalize on my thriving knowledge and carve your own initials into the winning pie. -Live a more prosperous life  -Be more financially free  -Take that vacation you’ve always wanted  -Sit back, relax, and follow along on my top picks I’ll be sharing with you every day  -Finally say “adios muchachos” to your past of losses, begin taking your future by the reins  -Jumpstart your grand vision to become the expert sports handicapper you’ve dreamed about  Simply put, I want you to succeed.  I’ve already lived a life of luxury from winning tens of millions from betting on sports over the decades. My next big mission now is to help pass the torch to you so that you, too, can take command of my winning ways to make a big financial difference in your life.  As the saying goes: “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.”  In front of you now is a unique opportunity to master the art and possibly feed yourself with a lifetime of residual winnings from betting on sports.  You’ll discover:           The smartest risk management strategies when betting on sports          How to determine what’s most likely to happen after teams experience blowout wins or losses          How to identify weaknesses in betting lines and capitalize on the sportsbooks’ oversights          The best times of the day to bet and expect the best value for your wagers          The most predictable sport, and how to predict the outcomes of these games so you can wager on with iron-clad      confidence!          How to think like a professional sports bettor          How to predict teams will react after key wins and key losses          How to analyze recent trends and predict future trends          How and when to bet on Over the Total and Under the Total          When to buy points when betting on sports          How to analyze players current level of emotions and motivation to win upcoming games          How to win betting on futures, teasers, pleasures, parlays, round robins, halftimes, 1st 5 innings, live-betting, and in-game for all major sports          How to identify “locks” when betting on sports          How to hedge your bets and guarantee winning profits!          How to identify teams’ luck factors and determine when a team may be overvalued or undervalued          How to identify revenge situations to predict when teams are most likely to avenge a recent loss to the same        opponent          When to ride or fade the public when betting on sports          Betting strategies for the 1st and final games of the season          How to identify that one best bet of the day that’s far more likely to win than anything else on the board!          How to identify fatigue issues with players, and their possible impact on future outcomes          How teams tend to respond after bye weeks, long breaks, short breaks, and rest days          How a team’s popularity and their market popularity can create value in the betting line          The impact of momentum in teams, and how to read it to predict future performance          The effect of travel distance when betting on away teams playing on the road          How to bet and win on rivalry games          How to determine when teams match up well against certain other teams          The secret “lowdown” on how the sportsbooks set their lines, point spreads, and odds for all games          How to read injury reports and predict the impact of key players’ injuries on the outcomes of games          The smartest bankroll management strategy for small bettors with minimal bankroll          How to predict halftime comebacks in all sports          How to read and understand line movements when betting on sports          How to adapt and innovate as sports betting evolves to remain a powerhouse while your competitors are trading in their Rolexes for Seikos          How to manage and rapidly grow your bankroll like Jack’s Beanstalk!  So, now you may be wondering how much money will you win from using my fiery sports handicapping techniques, or from betting along on my hot picks each day? To this day, I continue to wager up to millions each month using these same picks and handicapping methods. Common sense will tell you that unless I’m convinced about winning, I wouldn’t be doing this. Now, let me teach you my ways so you can ride along with me and experience the joy of winning for yourself. I want to help you because I know that sports handicapping isn’t as easy as beer and skittles. To figure out all the right formula and the winning picks on your own is like trying to figure out how to put a smoke ring into your pocket. So why bother roughing and tumbling around, using the same old rehashed betting techniques that every Tom, Dick, and Harry have tried – and failed!? The tough part about failing is that it’s human nature to want to succeed. So if you’re losing, your automatic response is not to just hold up your hands in surrender. You’re going to want to chase after those losses and try to recoup your way back into profits, right? The problem is, all you’re doing is just stepping right back into a snake pit of risk. If you’re not winning to begin with, then why on Earth would you want to come back for more using the same old carnival-game techniques that got you there to begin with!? It makes as much sense as putting on a condom to masturbate! When I see other losing bettors chase after their losses using the same old tap beer & cheap saloon betting strategies that got them in the hole to begin with, it just makes me want to pull a hammer out of the air and smash my own skull with it. It’s no better than watching a train wreck in slow motion. The more that you try to reverse the damage on your own, the more it’ll become apparent that all you’re doing is dousing more gasoline onto the fire. The truth is, you can’t just continue chasing a rainbow like a happy-go-lucky child of nature without a serious plan on how to win.  What you need is someone like myself who’s had a lifetime of winning millions from betting on sports to finally show you the ropes. The Whale’s Sports Betting University is filled up to the yazoo with the latest handicapping strategies that are battle-tested and proven to win. I’ve already spent my lifetime masterfully piecing together the pieces of the Enigma to sports betting success like a three-dimensional puzzle, so that you don’t have to scuffle alone in the waters, not clearly knowing whether you’ll sink or swim.  And equally as important: I won’t just show you my ways to win, but also the deadly mistakes to avoid to minimize your losses. I’ll point out to you where all the snakes are hiding in the grass, so you can side-step your way far out of the lethal potholes that could bust your bank faster you have a chance to say “ouch.”  Minimizing or avoiding losses is important because traps and pitfalls are a dime a dozen when you’re betting on sports. One wrong move and you’ll see your money disappear down a black hole into “Neverland” where the sun never rises.  So don’t risk dragging yourself around like an elephant in the minefield. Attend The Whale’s Sports Betting University today, and I’ll reveal to you my red-hot methods to help you maximize your gains while minimizing your losses in what could be the most powerful sports handicapping course in the land.  Your days of scrambling around, waiting for an answer like a disciple at the feet of Christ are over. In front of you right now is a unique opportunity to gobble up knowledge from a winning legend and surge ahead once the smoke clears.  You don’t need to become some rich lady’s boy toy or find yourself a greasy sugar daddy to start banking in life-changing money. Betting on sports gives you the opportunity to reel in profits quick. But the key is: You can’t afford to risk your hard-earned money on experimental theories. I’ve already experienced the thrill of winning for 30 years. I’ve had times when a million dollars didn’t give me much to get excited about. What’s more thrilling for me now is to see others share into the happiness. I want you to share into the thrill of winning because I know just how crushing it feels to lose. The sheer thought of seeing others paying for losing picks from so-called gurus with much flexing but no muscles might be enough to make my head split into two. I want to help you because I don’t want to see you get burned by the typical touts that are all smoke but no fire. In fact, following the wrong advice could end up hurting you far more than following none. I’d rather mud wrestle alligators in the nude than to pay for and risking my hard-earned money on an unproven tout’s picks. So if you want to make it out on top when betting on sports, you can’t use a broken metal detector to walk through an active minefield. You have to be careful on whose advice you should listen to. Let me ask you a question. Who should you really trust when finding a sports handicapper to follow: I didn’t just stand back on the sidelines of history. I worked 2 etch my mark on it. And today, I’ve cemented my status as one of the most profitable sports bettors, ever. Now, I open my doors and invite you inside The Whale’s Sports Betting University because I don’t want to see you get eaten by the sharks in the sea. 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