#the bunny cafe has a new manager san

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—————bunny café menu—————

-EoS special: Permission to play with the tail of your preferred bunny boy (30$)

[jessamine-rose]

Yuu Does Not Dream of a Night Bunny College ₍ᐢ⑅ᐢ₎

A long time ago, I wrote Bunny Boy! Leona as a joke. A few months later, I was inspired to write Sea Bunny Boy! Octavinelle and now we have five more bunnified characters....…..welp let’s get this show on the road  ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

Characters:: Cater, Jamil, Vil, Sebek, Chenya

♡ 1.2k words under the cut ♡

♡ Not many students are receptive to Crowley’s idea for the Night Bunny College Cafe. Cater, however, is an exception. Bunny boys are a popular trend, and what better way to take advantage of the hype?? If executed well, the event will attract lots of guests and, in his case, more likes on Magicam.

♡ Leave it to Cay-kun to be the perfect bunny boy!! In his costume, he is the ideal combo of cute, classy, and daring. The fluffy bunny ears compliment his bright smile, and the fitted black bodysuit brings out the vivid red of his hair. For added flair, his accessories feature a design of red roses and diamonds. And Cater knows how to strike the best poses from finger hearts to the Playboy bunny dip.

♡ Thanks to him, the NBC Cafe’s Magicam debut is a viral success. He manages the account, thinks of good hashtags, and instructs his classmates on how to pose for the camera. The event also benefits Cater’s personal account, as his photos garner several likes, new followers, and thirsty comments.

♡ His charisma makes him popular with customers. Would you like Cater to cast a magic spell on your carrot cake?? He will serve it with extra sparkles and a special pose just for you!! Oh���…...you’d like to feed it to him?? In response to that, he will lightheartedly refuse and point at the price list for premium services. Cay-kun can’t be too sweet on you, after all~

♡ Being a bunny boy is the last job Jamil wanted to take. The bunny ears draw attention to him, while the deep red bodysuit and sheer stockings are totally impractical. He is initially awkward at the start of his training; but by opening night, he has perfected the cheerful greetings and suggestive poses.

♡ If there is one thing he enjoys, it’s the change in master-servant dynamics. His customers are the ones who lavish him with praise, who act shy in his presence, who get punished if they dare act out of line. Jamil doesn’t even need to use Snake Whisper. All it takes is a mere glance in the client’s direction for them to fall under his spell~

♡ He enjoys playing games as a bunny boy. Under these circumstances, the customers care less about winning or losing; rather, they prefer to admire Jamil’s concentrated expression. He will smugly win round after round, savoring this opportunity to unleash his full potential.

♡ His fun ends when Kalim arrives. The Al-Asim heir would’ve signed up for the event if Jamil hadn’t insisted that such a role was inappropriate for his status. So instead, Kalim buys out Jamil’s slots for games, photos, and promo services!! Look, he even invited Najma who is all too eager to tease her brother. Jamil can only hold back his exasperation and smile for the camera with them.

♡ It was Crowley and Azul who hounded Vil to participate in the event. Having Vil Schoenheit’s name on the waitstaff is sure to bring in several customers, after all. “Do you know how much I charge for meet-and-greets?!!” “Exactly, Schoenheit-san!! No one would pass up the opportunity to enjoy your services at a discounted price.”

♡ Vil looks drop-dead gorgeous in his costume. The outfit is tailored to his preferences—a violet corset, red heels, embroidered stockings, a stylish updo to suit his bunny ears. He also designs the other costumes according to their respective wearers. Most importantly, he is the demon coach in charge of training his fellow bunny boys!! “The ideal bunny boy should be the epitome of leporine beauty and seduction. I expect all of you to present yourselves with grace.”

♡ He is also strict with the customers. Vil doesn’t accept any requests beyond what is listed in the Bunny Boy Services and Promo Deals. Those who violate the no-touching rule are swiftly reprimanded then kicked out of the establishment. During his slot, Rook can only sing praises for Vil’s beautiful performance.

♡ Admittedly, it is an enjoyable experience. The bunny boy is certainly a new acting role for Vil, and he derives some satisfaction from interacting with his live audience. So long as he is in character, he will perform to the best of his ability.

♡ Sebek makes for an unconventional bunny boy. His sharp fangs and serious glare are more suitable for a predator, whereas the tight black bodysuit emphasizes his muscles. Much to his chagrin, his hair is styled naturally so as not to compete with his bunny ears. His cute, genuine smiles do offer a striking gap moe and, in Azul’s words, an excellent selling point.

♡ He performs his role with great zest, from waiting tables to entertaining customers. As soon as Malleus arrives, you can count on Sebek to run over to him with a large smile and a passionate greeting. “WELCOME TO THE NIGHT BUNNY COLLEGE CAFE!! WE CORDIALLY INVITE YOU TO SELECT A BUNNY BOY OF YOUR CHOICE!!”

♡ Honestly, he doesn’t understand the appeal of the bunny boy. Human culture is perplexing, but the event is a good immersion according to Lilia. His clients make such outlandish requests from photos to board games to……being put in a headlock by Sebek?? Well, so long as they pay for the available services, Sebek will fulfill his duties as a bunny boy.

♡ The customers are just so endeared with him. He makes the cutest expressions whenever they fluster him or feed him carrots, and it’s clear that he takes his role seriously. By the end of the event, Sebek can proudly say that he accomplished his bunny boy training!!

♡ Upon hearing about the event, Chenya secretly visits NRC and raids the dressing room to join in on the fun!! He goes for a crooked pair of bunny ears, a large poofy tail, colorful stockings, and a harlequin-patterned bodysuit. His nonsensical style is a unique take on the traditional bunny suit.

♡ Using his Unique Magic, he sneaks up on customers and surprises them. After revealing himself, Chenya will flash them a mischievous grin and lead them to his own private table where a tea party has been set up. He will entertain them with riddles and games, including a round of Russian Roulette featuring desserts. Can you guess which Bunny Tart has mustard in it??

♡ Soon enough, he gets caught by Riddle and Trey. By then, however, Chenya has a long line of customers so Crowley just lets him be. The carefree beastman enchants all of his clients with a unique experience contrary to what one would expect from a bunny boy.

♡ On and on, he entertains guests to his heart’s delight. At one point, Chenya loses interest in his costume and removes his fake bunny features. Somehow, this transformation attracts even more attention as customers beg to pet his real cat ears and tail. “Nya, riddle me this:: Why is a bunny boy as mad as a March Hare~”

♡

For those who’d like the services of Leona and Octavinelle, their “Yuu Does Not Dream of a Bunny Boy” installments are linked above!!

Fun fact, this has been in my drafts since mid-2022. Hopefully, this is the last time the Twst characters will be subjected to my Bunny Boy! nonsense. I hope y’all enjoyed the bunnification of these characters ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

Tagging some blogs who might enjoy this!! @diodellet @wildnya @mobagehelllocal @zgvlt @zariyen @jangmi-latte @merotwst @twstedbeauty @leonakingscholarship @hanafubukki

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@shrapnelsong​​ sent: [ PLAY ]: the sender begins to play with the receiver’s hair while the receiver lies in their lap. (for Miyu bc i'm not a coward! :D good luck lmaoo)

things done with hair prompts

The dorms are too quiet, so he leaves his window ajar to let some outdoor noise in. He tries to study, but he’s losing focus on the distant sounds of metal bats connecting to baseballs and the shouting he can’t quite make out but knows from three years of experience. The clock on the wall ticks loud enough to draw his attention and he finally reclines against the backrest of his chair, releases a breath, and completely loses himself in his own thoughts. This is why, he thinks, the other third years had invited him to study in the library or go out into the city. They’re looking for something to distract them, filling a gap in their schedule- a void in their chest- until they can pull the gloves back on and break themselves into a new team.

Their summer was over. The team that remained continued to press on without their seniors and prepare for the tournament in the fall. From what he’s glimpsed, in the spare time between classes and heading back to the dorms saved for those retiring, the new fielders left little to be desired and the catchers were filling in his shoes just fine. He could only snicker as the new captain tried to wrangle their main pitchers back in line with the rest of them. The games they played were rough as they reforged the first string, but they showed promise and Kazuya knew they would be alright. But the months drag by as he concentrates on his exams and meets up with the coach to discuss the path to his future, with plenty of offers on the table before him.

A notification from his phone pulls him out of his head and he blinks down at the curious bunny emoji on the subject line. After skimming her brief email, he replies by tapping her contact name to call her. That’s how he finds himself heading to her place, picking up a few pastries and a fruity tea from a cafe on the way as an offering for her generous hospitality. Because, apart from the classes they share, they haven’t really spoken since the third years were disbanded from the team- and he knows that the blame mostly fell on his shoulders. He arrives under the guise of studying together, talking about the team they’re leaving behind, about their plans about to be locked into place, and the void yawns wider until he rests his forehead on the table for a moment too long under her watchful gaze. His hands curl around the warm cup of coffee he picked up for himself as he admits to a lack of sleep. For once, he tacks on more detail about how he’s been poring over clips and articles of the professional teams and the NPB draft until exhaustion catches up to him in the early hours of the morning.

“I’m starting my research early,” he reasons with a small shrug. “I’m not expecting to make it to the starting line-up right off the bat, but it’ll be good to know what I’m in for.” Now that his troubles were revealed, he allows heavy eyelids to slip closed for a moment before he brings the cup to his lips. “The lull in between games is much longer than I’m used to- but the caffeine’s been a helpful substitute for sleep recently,” he adds with a grin and takes another sip, showing clear amusement in her exasperation.

When it’s clear that their schoolwork has been put aside, he finds Sawa-chan the Lion and uses it to cushion his head as he lies back, throwing an arm over his head to keep the plush in a preferred shape until he notices her sour expression, torn on letting him rest and saving the deformed lion. “Oh. Did you want to offer your lap, instead, Sakurazuka-san~?” he teases, adding a small chuckle to make light of it. Of course, he didn’t mean it, silently noting that it would be best to head back and take a small nap to appease her concerns. But then she hesitates- which causes him to hesitate and stare.

He’s not sure how he managed it, as she leans into Sawa-chan sitting proudly by her side- as he rests his head on her lap and wonders about the sudden fever heating his face. Looking up at her from this angle is too much, and he closes his eyes, curling his hands into fists against his stomach as he exhales slowly. This is payback, he supposes, for all the times he embarrassed her in a moment of weakness. It was a pleasant sort of suffering, once he settles his nerves, and eventually his breathing pattern deepens as his consciousness slips toward the edge of sleep.

She carries an aura of reassurance as their manager, reliable in a pinch- warm, comforting and freeing in a place surrounded by intense pressure and expectations. He had initially thought she was too soft for their baseball and yet she became an integral part of their team, a pillar of support in more ways than one. Kazuya sighs when he feels her touch,  digits gliding through strands and combing his hair back . He couldn’t imagine how much worse the strain on the team would have been, as players quietly suffered through injury or argued amongst each other, if she hadn’t stuck around. It’s a shame that he hadn’t relied on her sooner.

Slowly, he urges himself to peek up at her and feels her hand pause, tangled up in his hair. “I heard that a few of our senpai had planned a trip to the beach. Back when we lost last summer,” he murmurs, unwilling to break this quiet moment just yet. “Before everyone goes their separate ways, it’d be nice to plan something for ourselves. What do you think?”

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hc: how do you think the main ikesen boys would react to mc’s time? like they’re all with her when the wormhole and get thrown back to her time?

Sorry for the long wait! I hope this is what you were asking for >__

Intro: No matter what it seemed inevitable that the wormhole was going to keep chasing mc and Sasuke to take them to the present day. Since both of these time travelers were near and dear to the Oda and Uesgi-Takeda warlords, they came to see them off. With tearful goodbyes, the wormhole would finally be at rest and stop causing destruction once it takes what it wants. Mc opened her eyes to find herself in the present day. However, she realized that there were eight too many people with her. The warlords, all confused, realized that they were sucked into the present day. Mc and Sasuke, after explaining that the warlords were 500 years in the future, devised an emergency meeting. They decided to all stay at Sasuke’s apartment and learn how to habituate to the future. So, how do the warlords fare?

Nobunaga: Intrigued and curious about everything. Is fascinated by automobiles. A lot of “this is very proficient. Let’s bring this back with us.” Likes to go on day trips with mc and the others to learn more about the area. Loves museums and will research everything. Adapts SUPER quickly.“Maybe I can conquer all of Japan AGAIN.” If he had to stay in the modern day for a long time, would most likely use his charisma and knowledge of currency and politics to either be a politician or CEO.

Hideyoshi: “So this is the country that Nobunaga will have founded.” Was a little freaked out and scared of the cars and busses whizzing by. “Be careful, Nobunaga and mc, these things could seriously kill someone.” (Boi, mc has been here longer than you. She knows how to use a crossroad. Thanks for caring though, bby). Loves going to modern cafes and trying all the teas and drinks. Wants to learn all the safety codes and rules of society to keep all of the warlords safe and get along. If he had to stay in the modern day long, he’d either be a police officer to protect others and upholding the law or be a hardworking manager that has to deal with everybody’s bullshit, drinks coffee like a madman, and kicks the copier when its spazzing out. “Back in my day we just rewrote everything.”

Ieyasu: Can use common sense for the most part to get by and stay safe, but will act like a grumpy old man dealing with change. Mc has fun with her payback from Ieyasu calling her naïve and foolish when she tried adapting to the Sengoku era, telling him now he knows what it feels like being sucked into another era. When y’all went to the drug store, he was intrigued with all of the medication and pain relief remedies. Will collect several medical textbooks and buy out all of Walgreen’s pharmacy department in hopes of being better at healing others when they return. He went to the zoo and was fascinated with all of the unique animals found worldwide. Won’t admit it but loved petting the goats and alpacas at the petting zoo (reminded him of Wasabi,who he secretly missed). Will sneak food to feed street cats and due to his medical knowledge he’d either be a veterinarian or a pharmacist if he had to be in the modern era for a long time. Likes some things about the present but is a little overwhelmed how loud and fast everything goes and sort of wishes to go back to the home that is the Sengoku.

Masamune: Put this man on a LEASH. He is running around everywhere, looking at everything. “I highly support the fashion choices of this era. Tank tops, mini skirts, and short shorts? HELL YA.” Mc is his guide to all of the foods in the area. Food trucks, dessert shops, restaurants will all be conquered by Masamune. Taking him to a grocery store for the first time was an absolute nightmare for Sasuke’s credit card. Loves how food is more readily available for people now than in the Sengoku era. Gets so much food. Also has two duffle bags stuffed with ramen packages for when he returns to the Sengoku era so his men can have a ready made meal. Went to an amusement park and LOVES roller coasters like the adrenaline junkie he is. He’s overall fascinated with all the fun experiences and exciting new things in the modern era. Would thrive as a chef at a restaurant who puts on a show with fire and knives while making the best food in town.

Mitsunari: Put this boi on a leash too. He’d be wandering around and getting lost in thought about how everything works. He’d be too busy thinking about how the mechanics of a car works that he would almost be hit BY a car. Is fascinated and wants to learn how everything works like Nobunaga. Both would love the museums. Mc gave him a laptop and boi is in LOVE with it. He spends several hours focusing on the laptop and researches everything. It’s like a mini library in his lap. Mc took him to the library and he now spends several hours looking through every book. Accidentally got hired as a librarian (the most beautiful librarian in Japan). Has to have a buddy to go out with or else he will get lost in thought and end up getting lost in general. Still love him though.

Mitsuhide: “Adapt. Improvise. Overcome.” Doesn’t take long for him to learn how to beat the system. Likes to tag along with mc and the others to go to different places just for the experience. Is glad that he doesn’t have to play spy for anybody anymore since all the warlords are in the same boat and he has more freedom to roam about (and cause trouble). Will use the excuse “well I didn’t know any better. I’m from the Sengoku.” for everything even though he’s already learned all the rules and customs just so he can get on Hideyoshi’s and mc’s nerves. Uses his cunningness and intelligence to be the best lawyer. Could also be a hella good detective. Had the best time in the magic trick and prank stores. They amuse him and finds it fun to freak out the other warlords in their apartment.

Kenshin: Almost Yeeted out of existence when he found out that swords are frowned upon to carry around in this time period. However he was brought back to stability when Sasuke and mc took him to a bar for the first time. Mc had to convince the police to not arrest Kenshin a few times when he threatened to kill some people and slashed a car tire for almost hitting him. (Kenshin violence is very frowned upon here.)Has a tough time adapting and getting along in modern society but he eventually finds a way. “Accidentally” becomes a gang leader in one night. Mc took him to a pet store and the entire pen of bunnies flocked to him. Guess who has a giant rabbit pen on the roof of the apartment? Kenshin.

Shingen: Also loves the new style. Man never thought he’d see the day that women would walk down the street with legs and arms showing. Also had to have mc bail him out from the police because of his flirting being misunderstood as him being a creep. Loves the bakery and sweets shops in the area. Yukimura is not happy having to do patdown checks to make sure Shingen isn’t sneaking sweets into the apartment. Loves the new carpentry methods and tools. Mc took him to Home Depot and he LOVED it. Would either be a sexy Home Depot worker and independent carpenter or be a hot bartender that is very popular with the female patrons.

Yukimura: Is confused by everything. Almost passed out when he realized they were 500 years in the future. “What the HELL is that thing” would be what he’d say while pointing with a scared look on his face. Mc and Sasuke thought it’d be a great idea to teach Yukimura about sports so he can have fun, release his pent up energy he would usually use for practice or battle training, and have a more positive outlook of the present day. Basketball and soccer being one of his favorites. Joins a local sports group and becomes team captain due to his previous war tactics being useful on the battlefield AND the court/soccer field and his leadership skills. Loves to go to athletic stores. Eventually becomes a coach, which he is both bashful and proud of. Could see him becoming a fireman since he’d want to save people and leap into action to save others like he did in the past as a Sengoku warlord.

[idolish7rabbitchats]

Nanase Riku: Christmas Rabbit Chat Part 1

Tsumugi: Riku-san!! Big news! On the Christmas TV show special, IDOLiSH7 will co-star with TRIGGER as the main hosts!

Riku: Really?! With TRIGGER?!

R: [Smiling Kinako Stamp]

T: Yes! The project itself is really gorgeous! It will contain studio talk with both groups about Christmas,

T: The special drama in which 10 people will co-star and a Christmas song medley live!

T: Since our schedule is packed because of the end of year, we will record separately, but

T: On the day of the live corner, audiences will be seated and hyped up!

R: Amazing! I deeeeeeefinitely want to see that show!

T: Riku-san will appear on it!!

R: [Smiling Kinako Stamp]

T: [Spoon Pudding Stamp]

R: Uwaaah! I’m really looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to all of it so that I don’t know what to look forward to! I can do a job with Tenn-nii!

R: We could be together on Sound Ship but this is our first job to work together properly!

T: Right! I’m also really looking forward to it!

T: I’ll explain about the project’s contents later but, Riku-san will play the role of a toy store manager in the drama!

T: The script is about how the youths in the town with a broken Christmas tree will become Christmas idols and revitalize the town! You will be the main character.

R: Amazing!! I yearned to be a toy store manager when I was kid! What is Tenn-nii’s role? 

T: A mysterious boy!

R: A mysterious boy???

T: Mitsuki-san’s role is to be the cafe owner but, his role will be a mysterious boy who is sitting in the cafe for a long time and talking to a bunny plushie!  

R: Bunny???

T: This will be a spoiler but he has a surprising setting!

R: Eeeeh! I’m curious! I want to know the story quickly! Does he talk to me a lot?

T: There aren’t really…! ><

R: Ah, I see...

R: But, this is a rare co-star with TRIGGER! I’ll work my hardest!

T: Yes! Please take care of it!

R: [Smiling Kinako Stamp]

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The Jisatsu Experiment: Chapter 3

Summary: Years after Conan leaves with no explanation and Haibara becomes a distant Miyano Shiho, Ayumi graduates and heads off to Himura University-- as far away from Tokyo as she can get. She finds it hard to leave Conan and Haibara behind her despite Mitsuhiko and Genta moving on, but the mystery she's about to take on is going to begin unraveling a past she'd repressed, and it's very possible she's bitten off more than she can chew. Just how deep does this case run? Shinichi may just have to step in, but can he and Shiho stomach the mess Ayumi has gotten herself into, or save her from herself?

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I know those of you reading are eager for more canon characters to show up. In the meantime, I've posted three playlists with some code and evidence for you to decipher! Ayumi's Playlist, Katashi's Playlist, and The Jisatsu Experiment Playlist. You can find them here:

https://iamwhelmed.tumblr.com/post/188356540429/the-jisatsu-experiment-ayumis-playlist

https://iamwhelmed.tumblr.com/post/188346556479/the-jisatsu-experiment-katashis-playlist

https://iamwhelmed.tumblr.com/post/188268714474/the-jisatsu-experiment-playlist

Happy hunting, everyone ;) If you take a crack at my codes, I'd love to hear what you got.

It was dark, so late at night that the students bustling about were tired, drunk, maybe both. Either way, too preoccupied with getting home, hitting bed, propositioning smarter students to do their homework-- too preoccupied to notice him or the woman slung over his shoulder. She was young, and feeble, and he’d known before the bruises and the cuts and the burns that she wasn’t who they were looking for. No, her eyes were too aqua and her hair was too yellow to be the girl he remembered, but he kept that to himself. He flung her frail bones over the grassy hill, watched her limp arms splay like an angel and legs knock like a tired bow, and he sighed. He’d done this so many times before, and he wondered if there had ever been enough humanity in him to feel something when his bloodied hands left another mark on another soul. She was innocent, so innocent, just like the rest, and they were good souls who would never be the same, but they weren’t her. They could never be her. Nobody could ever be her, not with those eyes and those hands and that voice he remembered, that stuck to the back of his mind like tar and ate away at his obedience. This girl, the latest, she was never the one, but she’d been good. He’d seen it in her eyes as he watched that quack stick nails in her fingers; dumping her body in the park seemed only fitting for a girl with blighted virtue. Her chest rose and sank in shallow breaths, and he watched her for a moment, wondering if he could remember how the real thing looked while she slept.

His phone buzzed, and he shook his hand of gore before he checked it. Another name, another girl, another fake, another order, this one named “Katou”; he pursed his lips and glanced at the martyr before her, pondering the potentiality of The Good One ever unearthing his plight. If he did his job, the one no soul but himself had granted him, then she never would. This girl, she was another fake, as would be the next.

The bookstore was new and full, and small but colorful. Takumi’s eyes lit up as they walked through the door, like saucers filled with purple paint. She’d have giggled at him had the cafe’s menu not caught her attention-- so many parfaits with cute bunny faces and mouses with whiskers. Ayumi was in heaven, she had to be. She raised a cautious finger to wipe at the drool she hoped wasn’t lining her chin. Katashi and Youta, who stood a few inches behind her, were not as amused, Katashi staring straight ahead like his determining stare would change the rows of american-imported comic books and manga before him, and Youta, whos head was bouncing around, looking for all the world like a confused bobble head. Katashi mumbled “Oi, Ayumi-chan. When you said your friend wanted to go shopping…”

Youta picked up the back end: “...We thought you meant we were going to the mall.”

Ayumi glanced over her shoulder, waving an apologetic hand. “Sorry, Takumi-kun has wanted to go here since the semester started, and if we’d gone together, well…” Takumi, who was no more cognizant of their conversation than he was of the other wandering students he was barreling over, was already stalking the aisles for a hunt. She wasn’t sure if he was looking for a specific manga, or genre, but the looks on the faces of inconvenienced customers was worth the mystery.

Youta scoffed, “What?”

Akiko, who had trailed towards the end for a good portion of their trip to the bookstore, elbowed him as she strutted by. “It would look like they were on a date, stupid!”

“What? Who cares?” Youta turned his attention to Ayumi, who was raising her hands in defense. “We go out together all the time!” He glanced at Akiko. “Tell them, Nakashima!”

Akiko, who was more than used to dealing with Youta, rolled her eyes, turned her fixed attention to him, and pointed in the direction of the cafe with her thumb. Youta glanced, finding that Ayumi had already departed from the conversation and was ordering as much as her stomach could handle at the register. “OI!”

Akiko shrugged and ambled forward, dismissing Youta with a wave of her hand. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, a boy who doesn’t know the first thing about girls…” Youta swung back around and began squabbling with Akiko, about this and that, this being nothing to do with dates and that being nothing to do with girls. Katashi observed from a safe distance with a somewhat irritated level of amusement, thinking to himself that the situation seemed entirely too annoyingly familiar.

There were so many things she wanted order-- small lemon cakes and strawberry pastries and macaroons with small polka dots-- but she’d managed to gather her self-restraint and settle for a parfait with a kitty’s face on it and a small mocha coffee, of which the cafe had affectionately dubbed The Chocolate Savior. She’d ordered with stars in her eyes and the barista had laughed at her enthusiasm and took her order with a smile. The order would take five to ten minutes, and she’d decided to scan the rest of the menu as she waited. Other coffees and teas were for sale, some with bakery tastes like vanilla, and others with summery seasonal hints like orange and lemon. It all looked amazing, and her mind was running wild with what it all would taste like. It was amid her fantasizing that her ears caught the tail end of the playing news segment: “-- victim found in Himura Knights Park. Fujioka Yumi is currently in emergency care and is expected to make a full recovery.” She sometimes wondered if the rest of the detective boys had the sneaking, constant urge to explore and examine promising cases, and she often times came to the conclusion that they presumably did. Those were times like the current moment, where she tasted the possibility of a case on her tongue, and she had the urge to reach for her badge despite the distance. She edged closer to the screen behind the bar, inching to her left, too entranced to realize there was somebody behind her. They bumped hips, and there was a wave of wet, brown, hot molten running down her legs and running down his pants. She jumped at the collision. “Sor-ry--”

“You really should be practicing your english. We’re a quarter of the way through the first semester and your accent is as horrid as it was the first week.”

Ayumi’s guilt somewhat subsided. “Ah, Sata-san…”

Sata glanced at her the way he always did: brown, judging eyes, brows pinching in what appeared to her deducing mind as disgust. She gestured to his coffee: “You should mind your surroundings, Yoshida-san. I’d hate for you to bump into somebody less forgiving than I.”

“Less forgiving, huh?”

He nods. “A more uncouth man may suggest more repayment than a new coffee.”

“If that’s your way of asking for another coffee, Sata-san, you could have just asked…”

She turned around, ordered him another coffee, told the barista that he wanted it black but with three servings of sugar; he was surprised that she knew, but she waved that off.

“Actually, what are you doing here, Sata-san? I wouldn’t have thought you’d hang out in a place like this.”

To this question, he gestured to the cafe. “It’s the only place on campus selling coffee worth its price.” She knew from experience that Sata-san was very particular, so she accepted that explanation.

“So you don’t have any interest in the bookstore itself?”

Sata scoffed, giving the life-size cutout of Goku, which sat posing with its fists up in a bright corner, a dirty look. “I’d never waste my time on such drivel,” the way he looked at her spoke of contemplation, perhaps consideration or reverence as he said “I would have thought you were above tripe yourself, Yoshida-san.”

“A-Ah! I mean, of c-course I don’t read manga anymore, I--!”

“Ayumi-chan!” Takumi chose that exact moment to emerge from the jungle that was the manga section. “I found the new Kamen Yaiba! The mangaka came out of hiatus!”

It was silly, and a testament to how little she’d grown since her grade school days, but her heart slipped. “Really? It’s been five years!”

“I know! But it’s here! I found it!”

There was a cough, and she turned to see Sata clearing his throat, one cocked eyebrow signaling that she was unlikely to ever gain his respect back. She smiled, sheepishly, and rubbed her arm.

She invited Sata to join her and her friends; at the end of the day, Sata seemed like a good man. Arrogant as all hell, but good. She enjoyed talking to him. They approached the table as another girl walked by, a girl that caught Akiko’s attention. Sh’ed been in the throws of an argument with Takumi, who was passionate about Kamen Yaiba’s newest love interest, a buxom woman with blonde hair and big, expressive eyes. Her waist was small, and despite the reality that Akiko herself had seen women on campus with breasts so swollen and thighs so firm, she reacted in dismissal; she didn’t look like that, and Takumi expecting women to look like that was… it was ridiculous, it had to be. Ayumi would have understood where she was coming from, so she grasped blindly at the first sight of light brown and eyes of turkish blue; she reached for her arm, took it in one hand and said “Tell him, Ayumi-chan!”

The girl, with chestnut hair and her turkish eyes, waved and said: “I’m sorry, my name is Jun!”

“Akiko-chan!” Ayumi and Sata carried their pace, and Akiko’s registering eyes met hers. She blinked, then turned to the stranger with red cheeks and apologized. Jun smiled, waved her off, said that she understood. Looking at the two of them, Jun’s face was rounder than Ayumi’s, though their eyes held that same hopeful color. They stood at the same height, possibly same age, though Jun’s build was larger, more fit, tougher than Ayumi’s and thicker at the shoulders. Akiko said something along the lines of “you look just like her,” to which Ayumi and Jun laughed, and Jun parted from their table with a wave.

Katashi took a moment to glance up from his chosen comic, a manga adaption of Sherlock Holmes, and looked her over for a moment. “You’re covered in coffee, Ayumi-chan?”she looked down at her skirt, once white and frilled and puffy, to find half of it sagged as she stood, covered in an ombre of brown as though she’d plopped her end down in the dirt and sat there for a moment in the rain. She blushed: “Ah! It’s my fault! I spilled Sata-san’s coffee and--!” Sata clicked his tongue, setting his coffee down at the table to strip his shoulder of his sweater. He waited for no permission as he wrapped the arms around her waist, tying the sleeves in a tight knot, and finishing the tie with a large bow. His sleeves were long, after all, and much too big for her hips. Katashi and Youta’s faces grew alarmed and indignant, though Akiko’s reflected only bemusement. Ayumi looked to Sata, and he shrugged her hesitation off with the practice of a gentleman.

“You’ve paid your penance for spilling my coffee. I’d be a poor gentleman to let you continue on so wantonly.”

Akiko squealed, bounding forward to set her anxious hands at Ayumi’s shoulders. “Ayumi-chan! You have to introduce me if you’re going to entertain such a handsome suitor!” Ayumi, had she been pink before, was titian.

“H-He’s not my--!”

Sata extended a hand, as any european gentleman would do, and took Akiko’s between his fingers. He shook gently, but with purpose. “I’m Yoshida-san’s English tutor, Sata Yori.” Akiko’s shake was more enthusiastic, eyes lighting up the way a celebrity’s glowed as the cameras flickered outside the limousine on a red carpet. The pupils of her eyes resembled the pulse of a racing heart, and the smile on her face emulated only the purest of her motives.

Katashi and Youta, their eyes twitched.

Sata peeped at Ayumi, despite his current preoccupancy. He seemed relatively unbothered, as though he dealt with the wide-eyed soulful eyes looking his way millions of times before “Your other friends, Yoshida-san?”

“Ah, right! This is Sasaki Katashi-kun,” Katashi leveled Sata with an openly contentious glower “and this is Oshiro Youta-kun!” Youta’s eyes were the aesthetic equivalent of a dagger, sharpened and ready to draw blood. Sata paid no mind to either scowl. “And this is--”

Takumi glanced at his watch: “Ah, it’s 3:00 already.”

Sata’s eyes widened, and he glanced down at his wrist where his Rolex sat unperturbed by the mess of early afternoon coffee. “Ah, 3:00? I nearly forgot.” He turned to her, sincerely apologetic, perhaps the most she’d seen in him since they’d began their tutoring sessions. “I’m sorry, Yoshida-san, I have a prior engagement that seems to have slipped my mind. I will call you later, we can set up our next session.”

He waved and left, as simple going as he’d simply come. Katashi snorted and Youta pouted. “You really hang out with that jerk?” Akiko glared at both of them.

Ayumi laughed, awkwardly, and waved a dismissive hand. “No! Really, he’s just my tutor!”

Takumi paid the conversation no mind and continued on as if Sata had never been there; he read the Kamen Yaiba volume.

This case was starting to bother Ayumi. She’d taken it upon herself to look at the articles, the papers and news letters and campus warning texts. There didn’t appear to be one location, each girl was kidnapped in a different place: one at the student center, one at the campus bookstore, and one at the food court. And those were assumptions made by the investigators, as the girls couldn’t remember where they’d been kidnapped, much less their scars. None of the three remembered what they’d been doing hours before, or their day’s lectures or their attacker’s face. It was as though their minds had been skillfully and artistically erased, like a security camera’s tape is erased. They knew their names, their friends, their home, their lives-- but the month they’d each been gone, no; no address, no memories, no names.

Ayumi hummed, contemplatively stacking one newspaper atop another. No readings had rendered any results or clues, but she was nothing if not stubborn, so she continued on. She reached for another campus newsletter amid the stack she’d left unread; her foot, the tips of her toes, hit something solid. Distracted, disorganized, she bent down to pick the object up.

It was a small box, an old container meant for a pair of shoes her mother had bought her at age seven, but she’d forgotten she’d stashed it under her desk. Pensively, she plucked the box from her feet and pried it open. She knew well what sat in the box-- letters upon letters, unsent and unopened, none with so much as a stamp. They were all to Conan-kun, letters she’d written over the years as she and the rest of the detective boys hit milemarks: Graduating grade school, junior high, solving their first case without Shinichi or Haibara-- Miyano-- even her first love letter on White Day despite no recipient on Valentine’s Day. She found it funny, not in a laughable way, that she remembered every word. From the age of eight to the age of eighteen, she knew by heart every soul-dripping, heart-ripping, frustrating word she wrote. Every word Conan would never read, every monumental goalpost she and Mistuhiko and Genta had passed since he’d made the decision to leave their lives. She couldn’t help but let her wind wander as she read her own handiwork-- would Conan-kun respect where she was today? Would Conan-kun wait around like she was for a case? She bit the inside of her lip, allowing herself a moment of mourning.

Maybe Conan-kun would never see those letters, but she’d always remember writing them.

“No.”

He’d said it a handful of time now, each one no more convincing than the first. Ayumi batted her eyelashes. “Please?”

“No way,” Katashi glared down at her, and she supposed the height difference should have discouraged her, but it didn’t. Katashi was no more dangerous than a fly, and they both knew it. “I’m not sneaking you confidential files!” It was, perhaps, a little underhanded. Katashi’s father was on the police force, and he was the man in charge of the kidnapping case, but she was desperate. Her natural curiosity and exploratory habits needed to be sated, and she needed to know that she was capable of establishing a name for herself without the rest of the league backing her; this kidnapping case was imperative, and Sasaki-san was the only man she knew capable of giving her the information she needed to proceed. Katashi brushed away the hand she’d set on his arm. “Let the police handle it, or a private detective.”

Ayumi pouted. “Like Mouri Kogoro?”

Katashi snorted, and she wasn’t sure why. “I know you used to run around solving cases, Ayumi-chan, but this is dangerous. Let somebody else handle it.” She knew he wasn’t meaning to insult her, but she certainly felt the cold sting of scorn. After all, she’d handled plenty of cases on her own when she was still in Tokyo, with or without the rest of the Detective Boys. She turned to look ahead, turning contemplative; she hadn’t heard from any of the league in awhile. She knew Mitsuhiko and Genta had stayed in Tokyo, though their universities had led them to separate ends of the city. It’d been weeks since they’d spoken. Last she’d heard, Genta was loving his classes, learning knife tricks every day and perfecting his eel and rice recipe. Mitsuhiko was taking charge of his university’s chemistry club, and last she heard, a few of the club members were smitten (in Mitsuhiko’s roommate's words, not his). She wondered if Genta’s girlfriend Rinka-chan had managed to nail the art of edible glass yet, or if Mitsuhiko had managed to get along with that biology professor he butted heads with. Most of all, she wondered if Miyano had contacted them, or Shinichi-niisan. She certainly hadn’t heard anything from either of them, but she supposed they were both busy adults with demanding lifestyles. She frowned and played with the strap of her messenger bag.

Katashi looked at her, really looked at her, the way only a man observes a sad woman, and sighed. “I’m sure Dad has a few cases to look into if you’re really that--”

She’d grabbed him by the wrist and bolted for the police station before he could get the last word out. Sure, he made a noise, one that may signal discontent, but he followed her anyway; she knew he would.

Katashi’s father, Sasaki-keiji, was a tall man who looked not the least related to Katashi. His face was slim and his lip was covered in a thick layer of facial hair. His shoulders were broad where Katashi’s were slimmer, and his arms were muscled and fit. He stood a few inches taller, and his posture was confident, but he hardly carried himself in the borderline arrogant way Katashi did. Both men, she had to admit, were more attractive than men in their line of work had any right to be (that may have been her bias talking). She glanced from one man to the other, then contemplated what Katashi’s mother may have looked like, if perhaps he resembled the maternal side more than the fraternal side. They approached Sasaki-keiji and Ayumi introduced herself, to which he greeted her with open arms, a wide smile inching from one side of his unfamiliar face to the other. “Ah, I’ve heard about you, Yoshida-san! A pupil of the Great Mouri Kogoro and Kudo Shinichi!” Katashi flinched, though Ayumi wasn’t sure why.

“Not important.”

“Sure it is!” Saski slapped his son on the back, startling him into a small coughing fit. “Kudo himself rang me up and told me you were on your way!”

Despite the urge, she couldn’t fight the fire that bloomed like roses under the skin of her cheeks. “H-He did?”

Sasaki nodded as Katashi pulled away from him, cooly brushing his arm off of his shoulders. Sasaki didn’t seem to notice. “Sure! Told me to keep an eye on you. Doesn’t want you getting into any trouble.” Of course he did. Ayumi pouted, and Katashi stuck his hands in his pocket, glancing away. If he was bothered by his son’s cold posture, he didn’t show it. Sasaki continued on to say “That said, I’ve been waiting for you to drop by since my son here mentioned you!”

Ayumi glanced to Katashi, unaware that she’d made quite that impression on him when he’d first helped her carry her books to class. His face, which had been collected and aloof before, had turned several shades of russet. He gestured wildly with his hands, flailing incoherently to suggest to his father that he should shut up. Sasaki-keiji gained no such hint. “Haven’t seen him smile so big since we got him! Came home and told us he ran into an old friend!” Ah, that puzzled her. Ayumi raised an eyebrow.

“Old friend?”

Katashi turned to her, hands anxiously, pensively trying to control what she was thinking by waving the insinuation off. “I told him you were like an old friend! Like!” The steam burned in waves from his ears, but the largest bout seemed to pass as she asked no probing questions. He turned to his father, stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring the older man down like the culprit of a case had strayed into the room right in front of him. She found it odd, but she made no comment. “Will you please just give us a case, old man?”

Ayumi probed him with a nudge to the arm. “Us?”

Katashi’s cheeks burned pink, and he scratched at his nose and glanced away, as though the mere sight of her inquisitive face would be enough to blow his haughty facade right out of the water. “That old bastard has a point. You shouldn’t be doing this alone.” He dared a glance at her, right from under his eyelashes, and she found her face, too, was burning flush. She smiled at him, genuinely, warmly, with all of the gratefulness she was feeling in her heart right then.

“Thank you, Katashi!”

His face grew coral, and he stuck his nose in the air, away from her.

Sasaki-keiji laughed, rambunctiously, the kind of jolly laugh she’d imagined hearing from Santa when she was small, and unwise, and trusting. He was like that, she could tell, a man who always smiled, who found the light despite the inherent darkness of his line of work. She didn’t know Katashi’s mother, but she could understand what she saw in him, right then. He slapped his desk, sending a few papers in one manila folder floating lackadaisical in the air. She had a feeling it was a closed case, if she were to draw conclusions from his nonchalance. “We don’t have any cases right now, at least, none that Kudo-san would want me handing off to you, but I’ll let you two know when one comes in. On Himura campus, there always seems to be something new to investigate.”

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Review and Recap : “Something’s Fishy” (Spoilers Ahead)

Sleep deprivations dumb. I’m dumb lol. Anyway time for a R&R! Spoilers abound!

RECAP

We start the episode off with an ugly chameleon suit, which Fred wanted Hiro to design for... some reason. While trying to attempt the camouflage function on the... Fredmeleon Suit, Aunt Cass walks in. Fred activates the camouflage function. Cass asks what Hiro is doing the garage in which he says he’s working on a school project. Cass goes on and tells Hiro that an old friend is coming back to San Fransokyo, and he has a daughter named Megan who is the same age as him (all while Fred is walking around the garage, invisible). After Fred grapples into a storage shelf, Hiro leads Cass outside in an attempt to distract her. Gogo calls Hiro notifying him that High Voltage broke out of jail again. After some mishaps, Cass mentions that she set him up on a date with Megan, much to his dismay.

After the intro we pan into Mole’s comic book store, where Gogo and Fred have come to catch High Voltage who will most likely go there and steal the Orb. After a while of waiting, Gogo leaves saying High Voltage is clearly not coming.

At Sycorax, Liv Amara wants High Voltage to help her with something. High Voltage refuses, saying how Crime dancing is not normal. Liv says that nothing coming frees and that High Voltage can be normal after they pay her. Liv says she is going to call the police if they don’t help her, so they agree. Barb says that they are going to need their energy orb, but Liv says she has something better.

At the Lucky Cat Cafe, Cass is introducing Megan to Hiro. After awkwardly talking about robots and an awkward silence, Baymax mentions ways on how they can communicate, Hiro tells Baymax to wait somewhere else. Hiro and Megan try to talk, although Cass interrupts bringing them food and lemonade. They continue to talk, with Baymax and Cass hovering out the window.

Somewhere in San Fransokyo, High Voltage rob a bank, only to be stopped by Gogo and Fred. The fight starts, Gogo running towards them only for Juniper to show a new trick, the chip allows her to generate electricity on her own. High Voltage win against Gogo and Fred and run off into an alleyway.

At Joe’s Diner, Megan and Hiro talk casually. Megan talks about the time she was late and her father had the entire police force looking for her, but Hiro says he doesn’t really do much in his free time. Gogo notifies Hiro and Hiro says he has to go. At SFIT, the Big Hero 6 try to solve the question of how High Voltage got there new powers. The news mentions how the Aquarium’s Electric Eels (named AC and DC, fun science name) have gone missing, leading Fred to make a connection, saying the High Voltage is part eel. Everyone says that’s crazy. Honey Lemon also gets inspiration for something from a gum bunny (which is cute).

Somewhere else, High Voltage have finally payed Liv and start there life of not crime. Although they start feeling hungry and have a craving for seafood and decide to do one last crime, robbing a seafood truck.

At the Lucky Cat Cafe, Megan and Hiro are having a study session. Hiro mentions how he was a kid when he was going to high school. Megan says how dances might’ve been awkward, but Hiro says he never did stuff like that. Megan invites him to a dance at her school, Hiro accepts.

Meanwhile, Fred, Gogo, and Baymax are interrogating the Sea Food Truck Driver. Gogo asks if Baymax can scan for High Voltage, Baymax being unable to locate them.

At SFIT, Hiro, Wasabi, and Honey Lemon are playing a great game of tennis. Baymax notes how Hiro was acting weird. Hiro asks Honey Lemon and Wasabi about high school, noting that he sometimes thinks about how he thinks he’s missing out on stuff normal kids do.

Later that day, Hiro and Megan get ready for the dance, with Cass being the embarrassing Aunt. At the dance, Hiro is officially confirmed that he is not good at dancing. He also notices that High Voltage is there. The Big Hero 6 (well 5 not counting Hiro) come to arrest High Voltage. Barb has a wonderful musical scene about how they are going to go good. At the end they end up transforming into Electric Eel... people. Eelpeople. Juniper is sad about this, Barb tries to comfort her, but Wasabi ends up ruining that. High Voltage ends up going on a rampage at the dance, prompting a fight between them and Big Hero 6. Honey Lemon introduces a new Chemball she has that creates a gummy bunny-like suit that insulates electricity. It doesn’t last for long as the constant barrage of electricity starts to melt it. Hiro has Fred use his invisibility, meanwhile High Voltage start to get a liking towards their fish bodies and going back to crime. Fred manages to incapacitate High Voltage with the elasti-tongue of his suit, but High Voltage sets of the sprinkler system and uses Fred’s suit’s tongue as a wire and electrocutes him. High Voltage uses a total eel move of swimming on wet ground and run off.

Hiro goes back into his dance clothing and runs out the building, meeting Megan again. Megan seems elated at the fact that 2 supervillains appear at the dance, saying how it’s not normal. The police come and we meet Megan’s father, the chief of police, Chief Cruz. Chief Cruz shows a dislike towards superheroes, calling them vigilantes and how he will correct this problem.

At Sycorax, Liv Amara looks at her aquarium and the two new eels she has acquired, both being High Voltage.

REVIEW

This was such a good episode! I think Megan and Hiro will be a great friendship. And I’m glad High Voltage! Although I’m sad they never reformed and now they are ugly eelpeople! Also AC and DC stand for Alternating Current and Direct Current, nice name for eels. I love the new Chemball and Fred’s  new suit is nice. I feel like Chief Cruz is going be to important later down the line, maybe the second arc of the season is one of those “Police v. Heroes” kind of things. Overall, 9/10.

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[Translation] IDOLiSH7: Rabbit Chat [Yuki - Bunny Hoodie]  Part 5

Title: "Happy Birthday” From Everyone

Participants: Momo, Tsumugi, Yuki

Source: Unlocked in game from Yuki’s limited birthday (2016) card, pictured here.

**Note: This will only be part 5, since I’m just aiming to complete the card. The previous four are available as translated by someone else; you can see @i7rabicha for a record of this (here).

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(Momo)

Yuki, happy birthday!! *ﾟﾛﾟ)*ﾟﾛﾟ)*ﾟﾛﾟ)ノ~★celebration★＼(ﾟﾛﾟ*(ﾟﾛﾟ*(ﾟﾛﾟ*

And, little miss manager, thank you for being such a wonderful guide! Trying to lead Yuki around is a real pain, no?

(Tsumugi)

Yuki-san, Happy Birthday!

Not at all...! We had everyone’s smooth lead-ins, so we somehow even got him to arrive early!

(Yuki)

Thank you both, really.

It was fun in a different way from the surprises I’ve helped with.

(Momo)

I felt like a mother watching her child set foot in the outside world for the first time! ww

(Yuki)

I managed to go outside on my own, so keep me company next time we’re free. ^^

(Momo)

It’s good to just do it once in a while! Didn’t it give you time to think about a lot of stuff? While walking along such nostalgic streets.

(Yuki)

It did. I kept remembering things, like how we’d buy meat buns at this convenience store and split them in half, or how we’d stay at that one cafe until it was closing time, working on songs.

(Momo)

Amazing, Yuki!! You remembered, I’m so happy.

(Yuki)

I always remember everything about you, Momo.

(Momo)

Now you’re lying! You totally didn’t remember the anniversary of the first time I took a bath together with you!!

(Yuki)

Isn’t that one a bit too difficult?

(Momo)

It’s not difficult!! You just lack enough love!!

(Yuki)

You’re such a harsh judge.

(Tsumugi)

It surely just means that’s how much Momo-san loves you, Yuki-san!

(Momo)

That’s right~! And it was super difficult trying to rent this place starting midnight, they only let us have it for the sake of old friendships!

(Yuki)

Just goes to show how talented you are, Momo.

Still, seeing everyone that came to greet me wear T-shirts with our faces printed on them was quite the bizarre experience.

(Momo)

We prepared them specifically for this day! They were all really excited to wear them!

(Yuki)

Even TRIGGER?

(Momo)

They were super into it. In fact, it’s the first time I saw TRIGGGER that into something. So much that I promised to treat them to lunch later on.

(Yuki)

I bet it went more like, “We’ll wear them for you, so you owe us lunch.”

(Momo)

That’s not true! That’s not how I wrote that scenario in my head! ww

(Yuki)

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Still, TRIGGER put on a show for us yet again.

(Momo)

It was such a passionate session...! I want to play guitar with them again!

(Tsumugi)

By the way, Momo-san, I heard that you kindly taught Iori-san and Riku-san how to play accompaniments...!

(Momo)

Well, I only taught them one that used to be popular among girls back in the day, though! w

(Yuki)

That was its own brand of interesting too, just like the seiyuu concerts that Nagi-kun goes to watch in secret.

Also, having Yamato-kun pour me a drink yet again felt really satisfying. That begrudging expression on him just gets my heart racing.

(Momo)

The fact that you keep bullying him like this is why he doesn’t like you! w

(Yuki)

I just can’t stop myself from picking on him.

(Tsumugi)

Speaking of IDOLiSH7, and that aside, I’ve been entrusted with everyone’s birthday messages yet again! May I post them in here again, just like last time...?

(Momo)

Show us, show us! Everyone’s messages of love towards Yuki!

(Yuki)

I’m counting on you, little miss manager!

(Tsumugi)

Iori-san: “Yuki-san, I wish you a happy birthday. I heard that you and nii-san have made plans to become cooking buddies. I will continue to look up to you as a model senior when it comes to both personal and professional matters. We’ll be in your care.”

Yamato-san: “Happy Birthday, Yuki-san. It is true that we’ve been in your care and we owe you for a lot of things, so I chose to attend today. Please continue to get along with Momo-san.”

Mitsuki-san: “Yuki-san, Happy Birthday! I was worried that just veggies might not have enough protein, so I tried cooking with a lot of beans and seeds. I apologize if that was uncalled for! For next time, please tell me about your special vegetable menu!”

Tamaki-san: “Yukirin, hbd. You’ve taught me a lot of stuff. It’s always fun to spend time with you, Yukirin. I wanna say you don’t feel like a senior, but like not in a bad way. Let’s eat pudding together again.”

Sougo-san: “Yuki-san, I wish you a happy birthday. I’m glad to have been allowed to celebrate with you, so differently from how we did with Momo-san. It honored me to get to wear a printed T-shirt of the two of you and to be permitted at such a nostalgic location. I will treasure the memory for life. May you have a wonderful year.”

Nagi-san: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. YUKI! I look forward to seeing what forms of entertainment we can expect from you next. Also if you watch Cocona, you might become even happier.”

Riku-san: “Yuki-san, happy birthday to you!! I think it’s really great that your birthday is on Christmas Eve, because it feels like one amazing thing after another. I’m glad I got to celebrate your birthday, Yuki-san. I’ll work hard so that I can also become someone like you, who is able to convey such wonderful feelings to everyone!”

(Yuki)

This is nice.

It feels as if the whole world is revolving around me.

(Momo)

Yuki, did it make you emotional!?

(Yuki)

I wonder. Maybe it did.

(Momo)

Momo-chan can totally tell! You’re giving a really soft smile.

It’s the same face you made earlier when Okarin was singing on stage!

(Yuki)

I really didn’t expect Okarin to sing, so it felt moving to see.

(Tsumugi)

If it made you happy, then that’s all that matters...!

(Yuki)

Momo is one thing, but I never expected to receive this kind of celebration, myself.

(Momo)

What’re you talking about! Our juniors know all too well what a kind person you are, Yuki!

If they didn’t, they wouldn’t have gathered to have a party like this!

TRIGGER worked their hardest to celebrate too, and didn’t they send a message just earlier?

It says: “Looking at Re:vale, it’s easy to tell just how much you treasure each other, and that you mean the most in the world to each other. Please continue to be a model to us from now on as well, and to show us the greatest view as we walk in your footsteps.”

(Yuki)

So this time it wasn’t a declaration of war.

(Momo)

Well, they already did that last month after all!

(Yuki)

Then, should I take this chance to do an impression of Momo?

I’m so happy I could seriously burst. Oh, let these feelings of mine fly out into the entire world~

(Momo)

That’s no good--!! That lacked any flair, start all over!

(Yuki)

What’s flair.

(Tsumugi)

Yuki-san, could I have a little bit more of your time for something? Lol.

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>> 1. Was there anything you had particularly much fun with while celebrating?

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(Tsumugi)

Was there anything you had particularly much fun with while celebrating?

(Yuki)

When we kind of had a karaoke competition with everyone. Okarin was trying so hard while singing it was adorable. He never even goes to karaoke with us, so I felt moved.

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>> 2. Was there any part of the celebration that really surprised you?

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(Tsumugi)

Was there any part of the celebration that really surprised you?

(Yuki)

Maybe, how into it TRIGGER were. They were wearing sunglasses and those T-shirts. and even had a jam session with Momo. I think it’s best if TRIGGER fans never get to see that.

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>> 3. Was there any part of the celebration that you found difficult to handle?

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(Tsumugi)

Was there any part of the celebration that you found difficult to handle?

(Yuki)

Not me, but there was a part where Sougo-kun kind of had this passionate outburst, as if some hidden side of him went rampant, and Tamaki-kun was desperately trying to stop him. Does his personality change depending on the place he’s in too, just like it does when he’s drunk?

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(Momo)

Oh right, Yuki, did you get to see Ban-san!?

(Yuki)

No, I think I caught a glimpse of his ponytail from a distance at some point, but we didn’t get to meet face to face.

(Momo)

I wonder if he’s still being cautious...

(Yuki)

Isn’t that just Ban’s way of being thoughtful? We didn’t see him on your birthday either. So he can’t go showing his face just for mine now.

(Momo)

I see... Ban-san is so kind and considerate, I really like him...

(Yuki)

Momo, adultery is bad.

(Momo)

It’s not adultery!! Also, this feels like déjà vu wwwww

(Tsumugi)

Um... Actually, just like last month with Momo-san, I have been entrusted a message from Banri-san as well.

Of course, part of the reason he wasn’t able to meet you today was also how busy everything got, but... May I deliver the message...?

(Yuki)

I’m sure Ban must have known it would come to this, too. Would you be so kind, then?

(Momo)

Yes, let’s see the birthday message from our beloved Ban-san!

(Tsumugi)

Roger that!

“Happy birthday, Yuki. I never imagined I’d get to take part in both Momo-kun’s birthday and yours. This has honestly been a really great day for me. I listened to your new song, and rest assured that I’ll still be cheering you on from now on. Also, keep the rabbit chats to no more than one every three days.”

(Yuki)

Ban...

Isn’t this message way too cold compared to what Momo got?

(Momo)

Eeh!? Yuki, but can’t you feel the strong love overflowing from this message!?!?

(Yuki)

It has to be as direct as how you say it, Momo, or I can’t tell.

(Tsumugi)

(Momo)

You say that, but I saw you screencap it!! ww

(Yuki)

Well, because it’s one of Ban’s very rare affectionate moments.

(Momo)

Yuki, that’s a bit creepy wwww

(Yuki)

Momo, my mental stability isn’t infinite either, you know.

(Momo)

Sorry wwww

(Yuki)

After I’ve calmed down, I won’t forgive you unless you keep me company for an entire day.

(Momo)

That’s a really easy task, you know.

(Yuki)

Oh really, it’s that easy. Then, I’m sure you won’t mind writing me a passionate message right here either.

(Momo)

I already have one prepared, of course!!! I copied it from the memo and kept waiting for the right time to paste it!!!

(Yuki)

So your love for me is just copy paste level?

(Momo)

Don’t start stealing my lines, that stuff is what I usually say!! w

(Yuki)

I was joking.

(Momo)

I was, too. I don’t have any copy-paste, you know!

(Yuki)

I know.

(Tsumugi)

It’s a birthday message from Momo-san to Yuki-san, so I’m sure it will be full of love!

(Momo)

Little miss manager saying that just raised the bar even more, but I’ll do my best to live up!!

(Yuki)

Let me hear what you have to say, Momo.

(Momo)

Alright!

Um,,

Getting cornered like this sure makes me nervous.

Hey, Yuki.

Happy Birthday.

Even now, I’m still so unbelievably happy that I actually got to celebrate with you like this again.

Yuki, lately you’ve been doing your best to express a lot more of your feelings to me than just three simple words ever could, in a lot of ways. And you have no idea just how grateful I am, so much that I sometimes feel like my heart will burst from my chest.

Yuki.

I’m so glad and grateful that you exist.

Thank you for being by my side.

Thank you for letting me be your partner.

Please let me celebrate your birthday next year, too.

-- From Momo, who really loves you!

(Yuki)

I don't know what I'd do if you didn’t celebrate with me next year.

I’ll say it however many times it takes.

I swear we’ll still be together, even 100 years from now, or even 1000.

(Momo)

Yeah......

Wait, was it my birthday today...?? Why are we making me happy here......?

(Yuki)

No, you’re the one making me happy.

Because today is my birthday.

So please smile, Momo.

(Momo)

Okay...!

(Tsumugi)

I’ve witnessed yet again just how deep your bond runs... Also, your birthday has become quite the passionate topic on social media as well, Yuki-san!

(Momo)

She’s right! Here, Yuki, look how many birthday messages you got from the fans!

We really ought to post a reply from you for them. What should we write!!

(Yuki)

That’s true. Little miss manager, this thank-you message is addressed to you as well, so please let me type it.

Thank you for celebrating Momo’s birthday and mine again this year. I feel as if Momo and the fans are what gives meaning to my songs.

I would like you all to keep loving us, and only us, forever from now on.

And I’ll make sure that Momo’s and my Re:vale will keep charming you.

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Note: I do not own this card, so this translation was never intended to cover the rest of the parts, and it never will. I was just aiming to complete it because it was left unfinished before. The screencaps I used were kindly provided by KirakiraDenka on Twitter, and I received them via lli-luz-ill here on Tumblr. Thank you both!

[toukaisbetterthanyou]

Yearning

(AO3)

Authors: Mod A (tanagers) and Mod K (fangirlingforeverz)

Rating: MA/NSFW (warnings -- nothing too bad, first time awkward sex. It’s pretty vanilla. Oral).

Word Count: 5,631 words

Notes: This is the most vanilla thing you’re ever going to get from us. Ya’ll wanted a human!Kaneki/Ghoul!Touka au, here you go.

--

That human was here again.

He had begun coming to anteiku a few weeks ago. She had never thought much of him -- he was plain looking, and mousey. He had carefully sat in a corner table, shrinking into the corner, as though he hadn’t wanted to be seen or noticed. Like he wanted to fade into wall, or into his chair rather than have someone notice him. It’s pretty pathetic, but unfortunately, he was sitting in her section at the time.

He immediately pulls out a book, reading quietly to himself. She goes and serves him, taking note that he liked his coffee black (which was a surprise -- she would have thought that he liked that horrible sweet shit that humans often wanted to destroy perfectly good coffee with) and goes about her business. She gets a strange tightness in her chest when he smiles politely at her, saying, “Thank you for the coffee. It’s delicious.” For someone so plain, he had a nice smile.

The back of her neck feels hot. “Y-You’re welcome,” she says, rushing off, a bit unnerved by the feeling. She quickly goes about her business, stealing glances at this strangely kind human. It was unfortunate that someone like that came unwittingly came into a ghoul den. He looks like a snack, about to be served up on a silver platter to one of their more unsavory patrons.

It doesn’t take long, either.

He’s doomed the moment he starts making eyes at Rize.

It’s not hard to miss -- the way that he tries to sit close to the woman, stealing glances at her before burying his face in his books, cheeks rosy and flushed. It’s not long before Rize is stealing looks back, smiling. Touka spots that tell-tale feral gleam of interest.

Ah, she thinks. He’s a goner.

Too bad.

--

The next day, she had fully expected that Rize would come in, hips swaying and smirking while trying to tell her about the sweet, mousey boy that she had ensnared. She always bragged after a new kill, as though Touka cared about something as foolish as that.  She grimaces at the thought.

It’s not my problem.

She scrubs the counter a bit harder than she needs to, annoyed. Why did it matter to her if some human got eaten? Even if he did look pathetic? And nice?

Touka pinches the bridge of her nose. She didn’t need this right now. She just needed to get through her shift.

She nearly drops the tray that she’s holding when he walks in instead.

He places his messenger bag down next to his chair as he takes a seat in a single booth. He was dressed a little more nicely than usual. A navy blue shirt and dark slacks, like he was going somewhere fancy. A date perhaps?

Touka wouldn’t know. She’s never been on one before but Yoriko had told her about the preparations for an evening out with someone special many times before.

Then it dawns on her.

This human was supposed to be on a date with Rize.

Except, he was….here? Not that Anteiku was a bad place for a date but why would they agree to come here when they met here? When they were always here? Don’t people usually go to restaurants for dates?

No, something else was probably up. Her eyes gleam thoughtfully.

It was late, too late for dinner and soon all that would be open were convenient stores or those 24 hour diners. So, she safely assumes that the lucky bastard got stood up.

She snorts, ducking behind the double door of the counter and makes a fresh pot of medium Colombian roast. He must be heartbroken right now, but he’s lucky, so lucky that he won’t ever know it. Her narrowed gaze relaxes as she thinks about how close it was to closing time. She was going to go home and finish reading her manga. Maybe organize her laundry too since tomorrow was a recess day and she could sleep in late before her shift. Her night after finishing her small chores would be devoted to good old television.

She could hardly wait.

She leaves the steaming cup on the human’s empty table and returns to the back for some stockroom duties. She’d drawn a bunny on it too. Maybe it was just sentimentality on her part or maybe she was just a weak asshole, but she was glad the human was alive. His plain existence was better off tucked away in the corner of a cafe than off dead somewhere when he didn’t even do anything wrong.

Maybe now he can find a nice and pretty human for himself and get out of their lives.

--

Her shift is nearly over when she goes to clean up his now empty table and sees the words Thank You, written on a neatly folded napkin

She doesn’t expect a simple note to make her heart rush.

Later that night, she is shocked to silence when she turns on the news and sees a photo of Rize greeting her.  Dead. Steel beams --  dropped on her the same day that she was supposed to go out with that human. So, there was the reason behind that human’s surprising stroke of luck. He would have died, if not for Rize’s misfortune.

She wonders why she feels so relieved.

--

The boy starts showing up more, which was strange. Didn’t he get stood up? The only reason he had ever really come before was because of Rize, but he was back at his corner table, fake-reading that same book again. He did the same thing with Rize, but now he was looking in her direction.

She turns around, wondering if another pretty girl had managed to catch his eye, but finds no one. Weird.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she’s surprised to hear him say, the moment that she turns back around. He was standing in front of her, looking at his feet and shifting from side to side, like he’s nervous.

“You’re welcome,” she says automatically, somewhat wary of his proximity. He had never initiated conversation with her before. “I -- uh, was feeling really badly the other day,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, giving her a shy smile.

He had grey eyes -- and a small dusting of freckles that were more noticeable when he smiled.

“U-Uh,” she clears her throat. What in the hell was wrong with her? “It seemed like it.”

“Y-Yeah, so um, thanks again I really appreciated it, Kirishima-san.”

“Touka’s fine,” she says quickly, and isn’t sure why. Somehow, him referring to her so formally didn’t seem right. It bothers her.

She doesn’t expect his smile to widen, revealing a small dimple on his cheek. She didn’t think that she’s ever seen him look so happy before. “Then, Touka-chan?” He asks slowly, as though testing out the name. Her cheeks and ears are burning as she nods dumbly.

“I’m Kaneki Ken,” he says, giving her a small bow. She blinks, and watches as he turns to leave while she’s left standing there dumbstruck, watching his retreating back.

Her heart feels about to burst out of her damn chest. Why? Why was some stupid, mousey human affecting her like this?

Her eyes widen.

“Oh, fuck!” She yells, making Koma-san and Irimi-san give her strange looks.

--

So --  she had a crush on a dumbass human.

No big deal. That was fine. It’s not like she has to do anything about it. She could ignore it -- and it would fade away.

It’d just be a little easier to deal with if he didn’t come in every damn day now.

To her annoyance, his loud friend was also with him today.

“Touka-chaaaaaan!” He calls to her, making her wince. How did a mousey boy have such an annoying friend? Gritting her teeth, she puts on her best customer service smile and walks over to them, steeling herself. “What can I get for you both?” She asks, unable to keep out some of her annoyance.

The loud blonde one lists an annoyingly descriptive macchiato and then goes on and on about which sandwich was his favorite from the menu. Touka’s grip on her pen was tight as she thinks the blond one must know she didn’t want to be around his mousey friend and was doing this to torture her.

“Alright, I’ll go with ham and cheese this time, but only because Touka-chan recommended it!” She nods and quickly writes it down on her notepad before turning her gaze to -- Kaneki Ken. He gives her the same wide eyed gaze and flushed cheek smile that he had given her a few days before.

The same kind that he seemed to have given Rize when the woman had gone over to speak to him.

Another realization shoots through her, but only after she’s taken down his order for a black coffee and frosted sweet roll. “Anything else?” Hide taps his chin with his fingers, making a grand gesture of thinking quite hard before he brightens up. “Hmm, maybe a date with my buddy here? You’re all he talks about nowadays!”

Kaneki Ken looks as if he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Touka -- also wanted to slink back into the shop’s back and come out only after she would be promised that the mousey human and his loud mouth friend were banned for life from Anteiku.

Sadly, neither of those things happen to give either of them some relief. So Touka does the one thing her instincts tell her to do when humans get too uncomfortably close. She runs. -- “Good job,” Kaneki hisses to his giggling friend. “Now I’m going to be banned for life!” He’s furious with him, and has been pissy for over then minutes -- a new record. Hide isn’t too bothered though.

“Nah, she’s just shy, like I told you.” Hide claps his friend on the back, “You can’t both be shy about this! You have to ask her out!” He exclaims. “Just throw caution to the wind,” He grabs Kaneki by the collar and drags him uncomfortably close. “And just say the magic words.” He clears his throat before saying, “Touka-chan -- I love you sooooo much! I think about you every day! I jerk off to --”

Kaneki shoves him and takes his seat, looking apologetically at the patrons that sit near them and have to put up with their loud conversation.

“Eat your damn sandwich Hide,” Kaneki says coldly, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

Hide thinks that’s just fine with him, he’s starving and felt assured that everything would be fine. He smiles secretively. They just needed a little push, that’s all.

--

Touka sticks close to the shadows of the alleyway as she watches the mousey boy and his loud friend exit Anteiku and cross the street towards their train station. She thinks that for the next few days she should probably ask for some days off. Maybe throw the human off her tail until he found someone else to occupy his time with.

A requited crush is the absolute worst case scenario for her and she’s made it obvious by running away when his friend had merely meant to tease.

To her irritation, Yoshimura doesn’t give her the days off because of staffing problems. But -- he does give her stock room duties for the next few days to minimize the chances of her running into the human.

She doesn’t see him again for awhile. Even if he does occupy her thoughts.

--

Her relief is really short lived when she gets on a train on her way back from Yoriko’s house and Kaneki Ken’s tired face is the first thing she sees.

She almost bolts out of the car before deciding that doing that would be ridiculous. Why was she letting this human rile her up so much? He wasn’t even that good-looking. Aside from his pretty grey eyes, that seems to look almost like smoke in the sunlight -- or the dimple in his cheek when he smiles --

Touka wants to slap herself. Ayato would laugh at her if he knew she was waxing poetic about a damn human just because he was nice to her. Was she that lonely? That starved for affection and kindness?

Her chest constricts, answering her own damn question.

Groaning, she takes a deep breath and walks up to him. Ignoring him would be hard, and despite everything, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings by running in the other direction.

“Good evening,” she says in forced politeness as she stands in front of him.

He looks so stunned to see he standing in front of him that his jaw seems to go slack for a moment before he says, “T-Touka-chan?!” “That’s me,” she says, stomping down the butterflies that seemed to invade her stomach from that adorable reaction.

“And you’re -- Kaneki, right?” She asks, trying to remember. She normally just referred to him as mousey in her own head, but she couldn’t call him that to his face. Well, she could -- but it would probably make him sad or something. He seemed like the sensitive type.

“Y-Yeah -- um -- it’s good to see you again!” He’s all flushed, struggling to talk, and she can’t really blame him because she’s sure that she’s in the same boat right now. It feels like she’s free-falling, and she can hear her heart beating so loud, that she’s positive that the entire train car notices it as well.

But that was irrational. And impossible.

They’re both silently looking in opposite directions for a moment, thinking of what to say to one another. This all felt very silly since there really wasn’t much to say after just saying hello.

They weren’t friends nor were they acquaintances. They just kind of knew each other from a coffee shop where she gave him free coffee once. But when Kaneki moves his messenger bag onto his lap and frees up the seat next to him, she sits down and they resume staring at the metal pole in front of them for the rest of the train ride.

Lonely people are all the same.

--

It’s not strange that they get off on the same stop and walk up the same exit towards the 20th Ward. She’s going back to her empty apartment on the same block as Anteiku and he was probably doing something similar.

“Are you coming from school?” She asks, hopefully some of this awkwardness would lift itself if they filled the air around them with some kind of pointless chatter. It was hard though, given that neither herself nor Kaneki seemed like the talkative type.

“Classes,” He nods, “how about you?”

The sun’s a pretty painted mix of orange, baby blue and lavender. The cool breeze makes it a nice evening to just walk around the empty blocks of the quiet ward that much more enjoyable.

Kaneki was heading home too. Funny thing, he lived just a couple of blocks away.

“I was at my friend’s house,” She answered.

“Ah, no work today?” She shakes her head. “I don’t usually work on Tuesdays.” The conversation was dying again. Touka tries resuscitating it. “How about you? Where’s your friend?”

“He has the flu,” He says with a look of mirth in his eyes, as if recalling some events leading up to his friend’s ailment, but it was too private to share with her. “I just dropped his notes off at his house before coming home.”

She nods. He didn’t have a uniform, so she guesses that meant he was a university student. That was kind of funny since he looked more like a high school student, aside from the lanky height that he had.

They come to her apartment first, and she frowns, somewhat disappointed. Then chides herself for being so foolish. Yoriko was close enough to her -- and even that could blow up in her face one day if that wasn’t careful. You couldn’t trust humans.

“Well,” she says quickly, “This is me, so I’ll see you around?” She doesn’t expect him to grab her hand. “W-Wait!” Stunned, Touka stares down at where he’s touching her and he drops her hand quickly, skin reddening.

“I -- I just wanted to apologize for my friend -- the other day,” he explains. “I didn’t want him to embarrass you. I’m sorry if we made you feel uncomfortable.”

Oh god dammit. Why was he so nice? Why did he keep doing things to make this annoying feeling even worse?

His skin is such a pretty shade of red -- an almost pinkish hue that disappears underneath his collar, and she finds herself wondering how far down the flush goes. Was he the type of human to have a full body flush?

His lips are closed now. Oh -- he’s waiting for her to speak.

“It’s fine,” she says, heart pounding. “I wasn’t that embarrassed,” and that’s a lie but she doesn’t care. She’s a bit distracted by his lips right now. Though, she’s trying to pay attention to what he was saying to her. She feels like she’s about to burst out of her fucking skin. “O-Oh, okay,” he says awkwardly. He touches his chin, smiling in a strained way, “I guess -- I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks, like he wants to stay instead. He wants to ask her something else. She wants him to ask her something else.

“Yeah,” she agrees -- and then closes the distance and kisses him because she’s a goddamn idiot.

--

It’s kind of a blur when they make it back up to her apartment.

She isn’t even sure how they managed, when they haven’t stopped kissing yet. They’re lucky that the hallways were relatively empty today or else they would have been seen by her neighbors.

They make it inside and the first thing they do after slipping off their shoes and jackets is resume kissing. It was clear as day that they were both very new to this judging from how Kaneki seemed to have a case of hovering his hands over her waist and she seemed to bump her nose mid kiss with him more often than not.

Still, they are engaged enough to fall back on her couch. Touka sitting on top of his lap and breaking her kiss to remove her shirt. His eyes bulge. “W-Wow, is this really happening?” He asks, dazed.

She gets her shirt stuck on her neck and struggles with it for a couple of seconds. He pulls the back of the shirt up and it frees up the neckline enough to slide it right off. Her hair’s a mess but she could hardly find concern for it when she would rather be kissing him.

His human lips are tasty. Touka’s never kissed anyone before this but she doesn’t think ghoul’s could taste as sweet as he did.

She runs her tongue along the seam of his lips, corner to corner as he exhales noisily with a shiver. He whispers. “This is real?” Eyes closed and flush descending down the collar of his plaid shirt.

He was a funny human, she thinks, cupping his cheeks. “Hey, open your eyes.” When he does, she finds herself at a loss again. Those smoky grey eyes, wide and framed with thick dark lashes that rival her own.

“I-It’s real.” She answers clumsily. “So, kiss me back.”

He doesn’t need to be told again.

Her intentions were clear as day when she stands up to lead him further into her apartment. He follows without another question, plaid shirt unbuttoned at the color and down two buttons more. He had a nice red bite that she’s sucked into a soft bruise on his neck.

He felt strangely proud of it. Finally, they stop at a door which he assumed was her room and she opens the door to lead him in.

The first thing he thinks is how...pink the place was.

Not at all what he imagined a cool girl like Touka-chan to have. There were stuffed animals everywhere, floral curtains and a bunny wall clock right above her dresser.

“What is it?” She asks impatiently, defensive that he was going to laugh at her now that she’s brought him up here.

But he only smiles. “It’s very cute, your room.”

Touka bristles -- this little shit! So he wanted to joke now that he was comfortable -- “Shut--

He kisses her quiet, and her anger extinguishes almost instantly. Ken wraps his arms around her, tightly, his hands still firmly on her waist. His hands squeeze anxiously, and she impatiently, grabs one of his wrists, bringing it up to her breast, and snorts in amusement when he gasps against her mouth.

He draws back from her, sputtering, when she brings his other hand up. “Touch me already, stupid,” she says -- and her own voice sounds foreign. It’s huskier, deeper than normal, like she’s drunk.

She can’t help it, though -- the idea of him not touching her is almost painful.

Now that his shirt is unbuttoned somewhat,  she can confirm that he definitely did have a full body flush -- his chest turning the same pleasant pinkish hue as he stares at her breasts, and then his hands. “Wow,” he breathes, disbelieving as he squeezes.

“S-So soft --,” he gasps and she tries not to laugh at the concentrated, but lewd expression that is on his face.

“Hey,” she interrupts, and his eyes jerk back up to hers, only to see her smirking, “You have a gross look on your face right now.”

His flush deepens, and he’s about to apologize before he notices that she didn’t look angry at all. In fact, she grabs his wrist, pulling him down onto her bed with her. They fall backward, bouncing as they land.

“We’re already here,” she reminds him, “You can touch me.” Then, she gasps when he does. This time, his touch is more confident. He squeezes the soft mounds in between his hands, brushing his fingers over the nipples that he could see hardening under the soft cups of her bra. She shudders, finding them to be unexpectedly sensitive. They never felt like that when she touched them -- “A-Ah!” She’s unable to hold back a moan when Kaneki pushes up the cups of her bra, and brings his mouth down to one of her nipples, sucking.

“So beautiful,” she hears him murmur, before going to give her other neglected nipple attention. Touka is sure that she’s flushing now. Beautiful -- this silly human boy found her beautiful. It’s only because he doesn’t know, she thinks. He’ll run as soon as he finds out what’s in your refrigerator. The doves will be at your doorstep --

He kisses lower, lips brushing her stomach and she effectively can’t think anymore. He’s getting bolder now, placing his hands on her thighs, hesitantly, sliding underneath her skirt in order to find the band of her panties.

He hesitates. “Is -- Is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” she rasps, “Are you really asking that now?”

Ken looks stunned. “Y-You want me that badly?” He asks slowly, as though not believing it. “You really want to do this with me?”

She wants to slap him if that would stop him from talking so damn much -- but looks anxious to give her pause. Did he really think so poorly of himself? Then again, she had looked down on him the first time that they had met too, hadn’t she?

“Yeah,” she answers, and then smiles, hoping to relieve him. “I do,” she says, even though it was stupid -- and he would probably sell her out the first chance that he gets if he ever finds out.

-- But she’s a glutton for punishment.

His next smile is soft, and he seems relieved, releasing a breath before sliding her panties down her thighs. She helps him kick them off, and then he’s pushing her skirt up around her waist and spreading her legs. He exhales shakily when he looks down, seeing her cunt -- all slick and red, swollen with arousal.

“Wow,” he gasps again, and then bends down.

She doesn’t expect him to be that bold -- but she’s not complaining the moment that his tongue comes into contact with her slit. He licks tentatively, before moving upward and focusing his attention on her clit. Then she forgets how to speak.

This was all so very new -- she hadn’t even thought people did this on casual flings like this. But here he was, proving her wrong. Her back arches, hips lift a little every time he purses his lips over the engorged nub. He circles her entrance with his index finger, as his tongue zips lines down her flushed folds teasingly. Eventually, she’s very wet, very fast and was nearing that orgasmic high too fast. This was embarrassing. But it was hard to be coy about something that makes her feel that good. She wants to enjoy herself, wants him to enjoy this too before they part ways. “T-That’s enough,” She pulls him back up by his shirt, gasping against his damp lips, uncaring of the fact that she can strangely taste her own essence. She’s gasping, trying to regain her normal breathing as she unbuttons his shirt down a few more buttons before shoving it down his shoulders.

He’s quick on the uptake; throwing the garment off the bed before moving on to his jeans. She was too impatient for anything more and she was interested in exploring his body too. It wouldn’t be fair if it was just for her own enjoyment.

He steps off the bed to kick his jeans off and when he settles back down, he fidgets with his fingers, clad in only plain boxers.

There it was again. She had to make him forget about things that don’t matter. She sits up, quickly settling on her knees to kiss him fully on the lips, descending a trail of wet kisses down his chin and neck to finally his chest. He squirms, covering a chuckle when she reaches his torso. She looks up with a teasing smile. “Ticklish?” He covers his face quickly, hiding the adorable blush with it. That was a yes. She suckles on the patch of skin on his hip and soothes it over with her tongue. He was covering his mouth with the back of his fingers.

He was embarrassed, however Touka notes, that he was also very hard.

Damn, she thinks, looking at how his boxers seem to slide down his waist because of his -- girth.

What was she supposed to do now? She doesn’t have any experience here! On a whim, she places her palm right on the growing tent, stroking it softly over the fabric of his cotton boxers. The ministration makes him hiss. She is about to retract her hand when he tells her to stop. He coughs. “I-It’s okay. I like it.” He looks off to the side, unable to look her in the eyes as he says the next part.

“I want Touka-chan to touch me again.”

She doesn’t know why his words affect her so much, but it’s as if all of her doubts melt away and she dips her hand under his boxers and grasps him. The warmth of her palm makes him hiss but at the same time he encourages her to keep going. His head’s drooping backwards as she finds a pace that he seems to really like.

He gets rid of his boxers and helps her slide down her skirt.

His scent had been delicious before but now there was a headier, darker note attached to it. So this must be what they call arousal. It was an intense after note in a human’s otherwise delicious scent.

Ghouls don’t understand flavors the way humans do. But if Touka were to attach a name to it, she would say it was like spiced rum.

“Let me do something for you,” He yelps in surprise, as she dips down to run her tongue along his length in a slow languid stroke. The scent was so much stronger on the top, she thinks with a dreamy sigh.

He shudders, gooseflesh raising on his limbs and torso as she continues to run her tongue and scoop off drops of the liquid bubbling up. She manages to get him nice and slick with her tongue alone.

“T-That -- you don’t have to --”

“I know I don’t,” She responds. “I want to.”

The argument dies there.

She struggles with fitting his length at first but manages to purse her lips over the bulbous head and suck. His hips raise automatically and he’s convinced that if she continues, he wouldn’t make it.

“O-Okay, that’s enough.” She releases him with a soft pop, licking the stray juices off her lips as he rubs his cheek. He must be embarrassed. She lays back down on her pillow as he reaches over to grab something from the back pocket of his jeans.

What the -- ?

“You carry condoms around, huh?” She asks dryly. Not that she minded, her mind hadn’t even been on the subject and she was sure she would kick herself for it later had he not been prepared. “Were you expecting something to happen?”

His flush deepens, “U-Um -- there was -- there was a fair at my school -- they were giving them to everyone --” then he blinks when she presses a finger to his mouth, smirking. “It’s fine -- I don’t care,” she says, kissing him again.

It’s a wet kiss, a messy kiss -- and she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist, moaning as the full weight of his cock presses against her cunt. She grinds against him, leaving him slick and whimpering as he grinds just as hard against her. That felt good -- and he isn’t even inside.

Ken scrambles to tear the condom, and she watches as he sits back, sliding it down along his cock. He breathes, pulling away, as he looks down at her, eyes framed by long eyelashes as they draw down to half-mast.

“Can I?” He breathes, and she nods, eager as her legs pedal apart wider in order to accommodate him.

He grabs himself, stroking before pressing himself against her entrance. He shudders. God, she’s wet -- and then, he slowly begins to push inside.

Touka’s mouth falls open. There’s a feeling of intense stretching, burning as he penetrates her. It almost doesn’t fit, and h e grits his teeth, moaning as he pushes even harder, the rest of the way until he’s all the way inside.

They’re both silent -- completely still as he waits for her to address. He presses his forehead against hers, groaning and breathing heavily. God, she’s tight. So warm and wet, hugging his cock tightly. He kisses her forehead, wanting to soothe her pain.

“A-Are you okay?”

Her eyes are glazed when she opens them, hazy. Touka’s filled with an emotion, a feeling that she can’t even begin to describe.

“Move,” she begs.

She presses her thighs closer against his hips as he eases out with a hiss. They lock eyes again, just for a second, as if to affirm that this was okay, before he plunges back inside. Her breath hitches, hands caress down his back as he engages them in a steady rhythm.

He was still going slow, but at least he was moving. “Kaneki,” She gasps, “Please.” He grits his teeth. He didn’t want to go too fast just in case he ended up hurting her but when she locks her legs over his hips and pulls him even closer against her, he knew she wasn’t playing around.

His thrusts pick up, until he was practically slamming into her. Her back arches, lips opening wide to emit sounds she never thought she would make in front of another person and he watches her with careful, half lidded eyes the whole time. His sweat drips down on her and she was sure her bangs had separated to reveal her eyes.

He takes the moment to kiss her again, gasping when her inner walls clench sweetly and her grip on him gets tighter. She was getting so close. He tries to create some distance between them so he can skim a hand down to where they were connected. She beats him to it, biting her lips and watching him as he fucks her. She teases her clit, dragging herself ever closer.

“Are you close?” she murmurs, “Come with me.” He groans into her cheek before pulling himself up again and obliging. His clumsy rhythm loses the modicum of refinement that it had until they were just struggling along together, too sensitive and worked up to think any better of it. Sure it was their first time, however to Touka, this was much better than expected. It was starting to feel like she was going to be stuck in this limbo where her heart was pounding too fast and her stomach was going to give away to the delicious sensations of their flesh moving together forever.

“O-Oh god,” She wraps her arms tighter around him, pulsing one last time before he couldn’t hold on anymore. She follows immediately after -- she draws back her arms to cover her mouth crying out, just as she’s about to release. Kaneki clumsily takes over, stroking her clit as she tightens around him.

He collapses on top her -- both of them panting and covered in sweat, before he finally draws out of her and lies beside her.

It feels like an eternity before either of them speak.

“So,” Kaneki begins, finally. “How about that date?”

She socks his arm -- but there’s hardly any strength behind it. He’s probably going to be the death of her.

But -- getting betrayed by him didn’t sound so bad.

“If you take me to a bookstore, I’ll kill you.”