#thirsty senpai

[hylianharlot]

I have recently revived my thirst for Kakashi Hatake....my boyfriend is taking is quite well. I mean....look at him......

[theweekndsbbymama]

for my mina ppl 💗💖🎀🩷👙🌸

Mina is a pussy bully. Bullies her thick strap in your pour little pussy, giggling at the creamy mess you’re making. She doesn’t care when you whine , “t’much Ngh~~ hurts , mimi”. She just quirks a perfectly arched brow and burrows deeper. “Oh ? Then why is your pussy getting so sloppy ?” Doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re good and dumb, then she hovers her pretty pink cunt over your face and rides your tongue 💞

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Leona, Floyd: Feud within the Family

They caught him mid-yawn in the initial art 😭 I SAID THIS TO SOME FRIENDS (not even in a thirsty way, just a casual comment) AND THEY INSTANTLY JUMPED ON ME OTL (if any of them are reading this, yes, I am calling your asses OUT for bullying/j)

I thought the Groovy was of Mufasa, Sarabi, and baby Simba but apparently it’s adult Simba, Nala, and their daughter, Kiara?? 😭 Most animated lions look the same to me, so I never would have caught that… Anyway, L*ona looks absolutely unhinged and super smug there… Bro looks like he’s talking down to someone groveling at his feet for mercy—

A Tale as Old as Time.

"Heeeeeey~"

Leona turned away from the call. Cool, nonchalant—theoretically, anyway.

"Heeey."

He pretended to be absorbed in a stone bust of the King of Beasts. The meddling source of the sound (unfortunately) followed him, much as he tried to shunt it out of his ears.

Leona sighed deeply.

Aaaah, what a pain in the ass. I’m really not in the mood for seafood.

"HEY."

A growl threaded through Floyd’s voice as he stomped over, thrusting his face into Leona’s. The lion beastman groaned. He recognized that fire in Floyd’s eyes all too well.

Determination.

“Quit runnin’ away and fight me already,” Floyd gruffly demanded.

He had been tailing Leona all day, pelting him with the same challenge over and over—alas, to no avail. Now he had the third year boxed in a dark, isolated corner. Floyd gleefully gnashed his teeth, raring to go for a scrap.

He won’t take a regular old ‘no’ for an answer. If it’s come to this then…

He’d lead his pursuer off the beaten path.

“Hmph, how rude,” Leona grunted, at last granting the eel his attention. “Can’t a man appreciate the arts without being accosted? I’d rather not be bothered while I’m in the middle of browsing.”

“You? An art aficionado?” Floyd scoffed in disbelief. “Fat chance, Sea Lion-senpai. You’ve never been into that stuff. It’s not nice to lie to your juniors like that.”

“Then you don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Leona drawled, his voice as smooth as liquid velvet. He took to telling untruths so easily, it was an innate skill. “I’m a prince with refined taste. Can’t you tell I’m over the moon and stars to be at this exhibition?”

Floyd deadpanned. “You look like you’re about to fall asleep standing up just like Jellyfish-chan.”

“Nonsense. I’m absolutely thrilled. In fact, i can hardly contain my excitement. It’s taking every ounce of my energy to not talk my classmates’ ears off about the illustrious history of Sunset Savanna.”

“Yeah? Prove it, then.”

Tch. Should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy. Leona grimaced internally.

He was careful to maintain his relaxed poise as he gestured to the painting that was mounted along the wall. “Take a look at that.”

“Huh, what is it?”

Underneath a cornflower sky and thin, cottony clouds, was a red-maned lion and his lioness. Between them, a mandrill cradled a wide-eyed cub. The composition made it clear: it was a painting of a family.

“One of the great kings of the past,” Leona simpered, irony oozing from his every word, “and one of the great kings of the future, if that furball is anything to go by. The parents must cherish their child a great deal. Spoiled and pampered like that… surely the cub will make for a splendid ruler.”

“Ehehehe~ You sound so salty there, Sea Lion-senpai.” Floyd leaned closer, taunting him. “Reciting sappy stories like that don’t suit you.”

“So I’ve been told.” Leona folded his arms and snorted. When he beheld the painting, disgust and envy curled in the pit of his stomach. “… Reminds me of my brother. His life’s always been one big fairy tale—and now he’s got a wife and a kid of his own.”

“Heh. So Sea Lion-senpai definitely feels like the odd one out.”

Leona glared at his junior. “… You don’t have a lick of tact, do you?”

“Ahahah!” Floyd cackled, all too carefree. “What’re you so mad about? ‘S not a bad thing.”

Leona watched him with a wary eye. Floyd paced lazily, as though he were a lion himself. Stewing in the shade, waiting for his next meal to skitter into his waiting paw.

“Who wants to fit in with family? That’s boring. It’s better to just do what you want and be yourself. Don’t sweat the small stuff.

“I hate it when people say Jade and I are the same or they mix us up. Jade’s Jade and I’m me. Two different people.”

“I’m sure your dear brother would shed a tear hearing you talk like that.”

Floyd just shrugged. “I don’t get it. You wanna be like that? It’d be weird.”

“But it’s not about fitting in,” he wanted to snap. “It’s about wanting to shine, to stand out, to be seen. For that moment out of the shadows and basking in the sun.”

They look at me, but they don’t see me.

They never will.

People played in the daytime while sleeping through the lovely night. In the savanna governed by the sun, shadows were scorned and casted aside.

Leona’s throat dried. The moisture gone, as if hungrily devoured by his King’s Roar.

He forced his voice to come again, snarky and sarcastic.

“Hmph, I never said that. You slimy bunch grew up at the bottom of the sea, where the light cannot touch. I’d think you understand what it’s like clawing and kicking and fighting every day to survive.”

And just barely making it out in one piece.

His hand drifted toward the scar over his left eye.

“… Anyway, I wasn’t askin’ for your advice. You should stick to annoying that octopunk.” Leona smirked. Again, concealing. “Keep it in the ‘family’, you know.”

Floyd stared at him intently. Then he let out a burst of laughter. “You’re a riot, Sea Lion-senpai! I don’t even feel light fighting you anymore. It’s just as fun to shoot the shit with ya.”

“That so? You flatter me. Surely there are better conversationalists in Octavinelle, with all those silver tongues.” Leona made a shooting motion with his hands. “You should run back to your school of fish to compare.”

Another fit of sporadic giggles. When they, at last, died down to an eerie quiet, Floyd’s whisper was as loud as a shout in a cavern.

“At the end of the day… we’re both beings that lurk in the dark~”

Leona grunted. “… Who needs the light anyway?”

Deep down, he knew the truth.

It was him who needed that light the most.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

He wakes up thirsty.

Minato groans and drapes an arm over his eyes. He’s thirsty, but his bed is supremely warm and comfortable. Is he thirsty enough to truly make it worth abandoning this earthly paradise?

He peers over his forearm at his alarm clock and frowns. It’s about five minutes until midnight, so if he wants something from the vending machines– although definitely not Mad Bull, now that he thinks about it– he’d better mount the expedition soon.

He spends the next two minutes debating with himself, weighing the pros and cons like a miser. Eventually thirst wins out, so Minato claws his way up from his bed and shambles his way, zombie-style, to the door.

Only half a step into the hall he freezes. He isn’t the only one up and about: Aragaki eases his door closed behind him, holding the knob so the latch doesn’t make any noise. His steps are carefully controlled and quiet as he moves down the hall and towards the stairs. It doesn’t seem like he notices Minato.

Normally, Minato wouldn’t bother him– Aragaki has mentioned his occasional bouts of insomnia before, and now and then the dorm has woken up to find that plastic containers of home cooked something-or-other had mysteriously appeared in the fridge overnight. Minato could just grab his drink and go, except…

Aragaki is in his battle gear, evoker and armband included. Rooted in place, Minato frowns as he watches Aragaki disappear into the stairwell. A moment later, the familiar green glow of the Dark Hour seeps throughout the dorm.

So much for getting something to drink.

Suddenly Minato is wide awake. He dives back into his room to gear up– he’s never put his armor on faster. His mind races: why is Aragaki going out during the Dark Hour? He’s supposed to be resting!

His injuries, his health– everything is still so touch-and-go with Aragaki right now. Just going to school and being subjected to social interaction has been leaving him exhausted, and now he’s heading out into an active combat zone dressed like he’s expecting a fight?

He’s only just finished tugging on his pants when he catches the sound of the front doors opening and closing, easy to hear in the catacomb silence of the Dark Hour. Only now does it occur to Minato that he could have just called out to Aragaki to stop him from– doing whatever he thinks he’s doing.

He feels silly. He feels stupid. He curses his sleepy, sluggish brain and thinks, not for the first time, that being The Fool really does suit him.

Well, it’s too late now. He’s got a senpai to catch, and he’s already given him enough of a lead. It might even be better this way, since confronting Aragaki in the hall or even the lounge would run the risk of waking someone else and causing a scene.

Aragaki will probably be mad about being followed, but that’s fine. Maybe by the time he catches up, Minato will be able to manage getting mad in return. Right now though, all he feels is adrenaline-spiked worry. He could never forgive himself if something happened to his friend when he could have stopped it.

Minato quickly yanks his jacket on and finally he’s ready to give chase. He grabs his sword belt with the intention of buckling it on the go. As he does, something else strikes him, a detail that he’d missed before– Aragaki hadn’t been carrying his axe.

Should Minato go get it and bring it with him? Of course, that would be assuming he can even get into Aragaki’s room…

Which, as he discovers, he can’t. Aragaki had locked the door behind him. Minato supposes he can take some solace from that, since it almost certainly means that Aragaki does indeed have every intention of coming back. It’s probably just as well, anyway. Aragaki makes it look easy, carrying that thing around, but Minato doubts he could manage to get it downstairs without falling and breaking his neck and waking up everyone else in the dorm while he was at it.

…God, what on earth could Aragaki possibly be thinking, going out into the Dark Hour alone and only half armed? This is the sort of thing he’d tear into Sanada for if he tried it. The hypocrisy would be almost comical if it wasn’t so concerning at the moment.

Minato scurries down the stairs and out into the street with the lightest tread he can manage. Aragaki is nowhere in sight, and as far as Minato can tell he hadn’t done anything like conveniently stepping in one of the puddles that the Dark Hour spontaneously generates and leaving behind a trail of lurid red, easily trackable bootprints.

There are a few places Minato can think of where Aragaki might be headed, and one that he’s guaranteed to avoid, but Minato has no clue how to narrow the list down further to where Aragaki is most likely to go. He’ll have to guess and get lucky.

Now he’s really kicking himself for deciding to save his money instead of fusing Norn when he had the chance this afternoon. Maybe having a Fortune Persona on him wouldn’t make a difference when it came to actual luck, but it would have been good for his nerves.

Minato takes a deep breath, makes his decision, and prays he chose right.

[a-slut-for-smut]

Filthy

“Gojo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing???”  Utahime glares at him, the handheld showerhead positioned underneath her thighs to wash him out of her.

He frowned at that; stepping in and grabbing the showerhead from her hand, reattaching it to the wall and drawing the curtain closed without breaking eye contact once.  He appraises her darkly, the same look as when he pressed her into the counter- his eyes demanding obedience. Compliance. Submission.

She swallows thickly, her eyes shifting to his equally if not thicker erection, and then back at him. “Gojo…” she starts, warily.

“I thought I could offer you a hand” he says with a cheshire grin, and before she could react he instantly has her back pressed against the wall, two fingers plunging deep inside her.

@nsfwgoutaweek2023 Day 4 "Dom/Sub"

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As Utahime recovers, she aggressively grabs his shirt, pulling him up towards her.  “Inside me- right fucking now! ” Her tone desperate and threatening. 

He’s painfully hard and wanted to oblige her more than anything; it took all his willpower to ask- “But a condom…?”

“FUCK the condom Gojo, just fuck me already!!!”  She's shouting, her eyes wild.

He didn’t need to be told twice, immediately stripped himself of his shirt and pants and burying the entirety of him into her aching heat.  He sucks in a sharp breath from the sweet ache- nearing painful- of sheer ecstasy of finally being fully encased within her hot, naked walls.  He let out a strangled moan in appreciation; she had always felt so good, but her bare walls were utterly divine .  He doesn’t know if he could ever go back, he wanted nothing more than to tear down every possible barrier between them- physically and metaphorically.

“Gojo, what the fuck are you waiting for??” Utahime demands harshly, wiggling her hips in a bid to get him to move.

Her voice snaps him back into reality; her tone feeding a desire to annoy, no, to torture her to her breaking point.   His eyes fall on the water glass next to them.   A smirk spreads across his face, reaching for it to take a deliberately long sip which successfully served to add to Utahime’s impatience.  

“Come on, you fuck!!!” She whined angrily.

“Have patience Senpai.  I’m still thirsty even after drinking from you.” He takes another languid sip before eyeing her darkly, his tone hardening.  “You know, you’re looking a bit warm yourself …but I think I can help you out.”

With his other hand he presses her shoulder down so she's lying flat on the counter; the dark shift in his countenance makes all resistance melt from her body, leaving only willing obedience. 

“Stay like this.” He commanded. She obeyed, her arms resting beside her head, offering the whole of her body to him.

“That’s a good Senpai…” he praised, as he tipped the glass above her, spilling a trickle of water along her chest as she gasped, allowing the liquid to soak the material so it clung to her breasts.  The coldness immediately pebbled her nipples, standing at full attention from the temperature shift.  

Satisfied, Gojo set the glass back down on the counter before lowering his head to suck on each of her clothed peaks, grazing his teeth on her nipples so they stood more prominently against the soaked material.  From her breasts he moves to the valley between them, languidly dragging his tongue up the course of her scar, lapping up the excess water that had pooled there.  She’s a mess of whimpers and mewls, involuntary clenching around him- much to his delight.  

“Gojo…please…”  she pleads breathily, her eyes glazed.

His cock pulsates at her plea, the look of desperate desire on her face, the neediness in her voice.  He realizes this might be more torturous for him than her, rising back up to grip her thighs against his chest while withdrawing before sharply thrusting back in.  She gasps again, her breasts snapping up and down at the force of his movements.  With all his eyes he inescapably notices how the material of her robe slid a few millimeters down to the side.  

He grins darkly; repeating his movements progressively with more force, delighting in the ebb and flow of her bosom, with each thrust gradually increasing in speed, teasing the promise of further exposing more and more flesh until finally- the culminating climatic release as her breasts burst free from the confines of her robe.  

The hypnotic dance of her naked breasts bouncing up and down was so visicerally intoxicating, he couldn’t tear his eyes away as they swung and rolled freely due to his thrusts. Fuck- he knew he was done for- his control rapidly unraveling as an aching heat quickly flooded in his groin.

“Fuck- Utahime- I’m…I’m gonna cum…” he choked out, his rhythm bordering on frantic.  His eyes searched hers for direction, permission, anything- he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Utahime bit back a moan, her orgasm also fastly cresting but she steeled herself at his words, resolved to get back at him for his teasing, her response is ground out through clenched teeth.

“Yeah?” Her voice is strained and breathy, “So what, you gonna cum inside me kouhai? Or cum on my fucking tits?”

If scientific proof was ever needed that spontaneous combustion was possible based on a few trigger words, then this was it.  Gojo shouted as his climax erupted through him, his hips still manically plunging into her, drawing her own shuddering orgasm which left her gasping for breath as she arched her back at the sheer intensity of it. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, his lungs on fire.  

They spent a few moments collecting their breath, basking in the afterglow before Gojo spoke.  “You okay?”  Gojo asked softly.

“Yeah…pass me that kitchen towel, will you?”

He obliged, pressing it to her core before withdrawing.  She grimaced as she began to wipe herself.  

She sighs.  “Thanks for the full blown syphilis by the way.  And the dozens of other diseases you’re riddled with.”

“SENPAI SO MEAN!” He lamented.  “I’m clean, I swear!  I’ve never not used protection, ever.  You’re the first.  I swear.”

“Sure you are.  Well, at least you don’t have to worry about knocking me up, you're lucky I’ve been on birth control.”  She replies over her shoulder as she waddles herself to the bathroom.

Gojo watches her go, biting his lip.  Her words do something to him, awaken something primal, an unabating drive within him.  His cock twitches, still hard and coated with himself and her slick.  He decides he very much likes the idea of saturating her bare womb full of his seed, repeatedly, over and over again.  He marches to the bathroom, the shower already running when he draws back the curtain with purpose.  

“Gojo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing???”  Utahime glares at him, the handheld showerhead positioned underneath her thighs to wash him out of her.

He frowned at that; stepping in and grabbing the showerhead from her hand, reattaching it to the wall and drawing the curtain closed without breaking eye contact once.  He appraises her darkly, the same look as when he pressed her into the counter- his eyes demanding obedience. Compliance. Submission.

She swallows thickly, her eyes shifting to his very thick erection and back at him. “Gojo…” she starts, warily.

“I thought I could offer you a hand” he says with a cheshire grin, and before she could react he has her back pressed against the wall, two fingers plunging deep into her cunt, thumb viciously rubbing her clit.  Utahime cried out from the shock of it all; the ambush, the intensity as he fucked her with his fingers, his heated gaze on her face as it twisted and contorted with pleasure.  

“FUCK! Gojo, it's too much, it's too much!” she manages to gasp out, clutching and digging her nails into his shoulders.  

“Oh yeah?  It’s too much?”  He swiftly twirls her around, facing her to the wall then ramming himself to the hilt in one fluid stroke as she cries out again.  “How about that? Is that too much?” He doesn’t bother waiting for a response, ruthlessly pistoning in and out of her.  

Water sprays down their bodies as she howls like a beast in heat, face and arms pressed against the tiles as he fucks her savagely; one hand gripping her neck and the other steadying her hips- his cock electrified with a singular goal, hell-bent on completing its mission.  

Fuck shes so sensitive, so fucking sensitive she doesn’t even try to keep herself at bay as she cums hard - trembling, choking.  Gojo doesn’t let up, in fact, taking her with even more speed and force. The change up breaks up her howling into short, staccato noises, she coming again almost instantly followed by a hoarse shout from him, but still he’s relentless, triggering subsequent rolling orgasms due to her sensitivity- she couldn’t stop cumming, she couldnt even fucking breathe .  

She’s dry heaving and choking for air when the orchestra of sounds from their brutal joining finally reaches a crescendo as a loud, throaty moan tears from Gojo’s throat, spurting deep within her- his body is not his own as he crushes her against the wall, sharply rutting up into her- cock determined to coat every last inch of her with his seed.  

The bathroom air is heavy with steam; the coda only comprising of the soft sounds of the shower spray and panting breaths.  

Gojo, resting his chin upon her head, is the first to come back into himself and break the silence.  

“See, Senpai? I told you I’d make it worth your while” he murmurs contently into her ear.

Utahime, face still pressed against the tile, growls in response. “Fuck Gojo, I’m not your little cum dumpster.  You can’t just bust your nut in me whenever you want.”

He chuckles into her hair.  “Hmm…I think I have a great new pet name for you”

“Go fuck yourself Gojo!  I’m serious, you fucked me raw.”

He pulls back from her instantly.  “Did I hurt you?”  The concern is plain on his face.

“No, no I’m good…real good, actually.  Just…tired.  I think the heat from the shower is making me lightheaded.”

Gojo nods, shutting off the shower and reaches for her towel and begins to dry her.  He then wraps in it, lifting her bridal style and carrying her to the bedroom where he sets her down gently.  

“Better?  Can I make you some tea or something?”  he asks as he strokes her hair tenderly.

She offers a small tired smile, her eyelids heavy.  “No its okay…I think I just need to rest for a bit”

Her eyes are already closed when he maneuvers himself to her side, on top of the covers.  He figured he’d air dry as he pulled her close, spooning her.  She murmured softly, settling into his chest contently.  He listened to her deep breaths, the sounds soothing him as he struggled to recall the last time he had felt this happy. 

He could not.

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gahh these prompts are too on point i cant resist sharing 😅 more smut here 😇

[theamityelf]

If/When the Mini Senpais wake up from their tubes, would Ibuki get to give Makoto that bone-crushing hug? Even if she has to be a bit more gentle with him post-trash compactor

Yes!

I'm imagining Nagito came down with as much medical stuff as he felt he had time to grab and then got right to caring for Makoto's injuries. He's entirely focused on making sure Makoto is okay (and, to a lesser extent, managing his own absolutely ravaged emotional landscape so he can keep his composure, keep his hands from shaking, etc.). Makoto is asking him questions, Nagito remembers the end of the world and no longer wants Makoto to be part of the game, Makoto believes he needs to return to his friends, and they're both getting these conflicting agendas across to each other while exhausted and either injured or tending to injuries.

Then Ibuki bursts in with snacks and water bottles, running toward them so fast that Nagito genuinely worries she's going to affectionately tackle Makoto right then and there.

"Ibuki? Ibuki, stop!" he warns.

She plops down next to them, basically just sitting down on the other side of Makoto's sprawled body. And she hugs him, very carefuly. Depending on how injured he is, maybe it's an air-hug. But she's very enthusiastic about it. "Have no fear, Big Sis Ibuki is here!"

"Did anyone follow you?" Nagito asks.

"Negatory! After you left, Ibuki took the next elevator up, while everyone else was still groaning and stretching. Except Long-Hair Hajime. He told me where to find you. Anyone thirsty? Hungry?"

Nagito's mind is racing. His classmates (and "Long-Hair Hajime") can't be allowed to find them here. Makoto is injured, and he's better than Enoshima's sullied game. He almost wants to tell Ibuki to barricade the door, but what good would that do, against such amazing Ultimates?

"Ibuki...If you were to go back up to the school and tell them that he didn't survive the fall..."

"What?" Makoto protests.

"Then they won't come looking for you here, and you'll be safe from...the mastermind."

"Nagito, you keep acting like you know who the mastermind is."

Nagito and Ibuki make solemn eye contact before both looking back at Makoto.

"Hungry?" Ibuki says, sheepishly holding up her bounty again. "Thirsty?"

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Akihiko Sanada the Impregnable Legend

Next in the list of P3 Club Book mini-stories is Akihiko. Here we go!

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Late one night, here in a certain room in Gekkoukan High's Iwatodai dormitory, a terrifying and disgusting plot was gradually beginning to take shape.

"I can't forgive you... I will never forgive you, Sanada-san. No, Akihiko Sanada!"

"J-Junpei. There's no need to get so angry..."

"You're too naive, Fuuka! I agree with Junpei. The hatred that comes from eating is terrifying... We need to teach Sanada-senpai a lesson right to his very core!"

"I'm not particularly fond of sweets, but... they looked delicious. They were a special souvenir pudding, limited to 100 per day."

"Woof!"

"Even Koromaru-san says that eating 10 is too many for one person."

“I don’t know if you were tired from training or what, but would you normally eat it all? We’re friends, right? You’d think about saving some for everyone, right!?”

"Ah, ah. Leader, are you sure you don't need to stop everyone? Eh?... It doesn't really matter? Uuuuuh..."

It didn't seem particularly scary or gruesome, but here's where it gets terrifying.

"All right! Then, by unanimous consent, we declare the start of the 'Plan to make Sanada-senpai so sorry that he will no longer be able to spit his guts out', or in short, the Triple G Project!"

"Yeeeaah!"

This lack of naming sense was frightening.

In any case, the membere of SEES were about to bring down the hammer of anger on Sanada's head, stemming from his naivety - or rather his insensitivity. But they soon came to realize that Akihiko Sanada's naivety was also of the highest order, just like his boxing skills...

Phase 1 Junpei Iori & Fuuka Yamagishi

"My weapon is... this."

Saying this, Junpei took out a white cylindrical bottle with a straw, the kind normally used to hold sports drinks.

"It's a special energy drink for seniors who are tired from training."

"Hey... what are you going to do by sending salt to your enemy?"

In response to Yukari's words, Junpei shook his finger and announced a frightening truth.

"This is... Fuuka's... handmade drink."

"That's right. I worked hard on it."

The mood in the room dropped and a murmur of shock spread throughout the room.

"N-No way...Junpei. You don't have to do anything so cruel...!"

"This may even be in violation of the Washington Naval Treaty!"

"Kyuuuun..."

"Junpei...are you serious...? What a frightening man..."

Everyone in the room turned pale, expecting the tragedy that this liquid would bring. Incidentally, Fuuka, who was in charge of weapons development, or rather cooking, was deeply hurt by the evaluations of the others and was sobbing beside the wall.

"Oh! Here he comes!"

Just as Junpei had said, Sanada appeared at the entrance to the dormitory on his way home from morning training. Junpei immediately approached him with a towel and a bottle in hand.

"Senpai! Good work! How about a special drink after your workout?"

"Oh, Junpei. Thank you, I was just getting thirsty."

"Great! Here you go! It's nicely chilled and ready to drink!"

Without the slightest suspicion, Sanada took the bottle from Junpei, put his mouth to the straw, and sucked up the liquid inside with great force.

An unpleasant, viscous sound echoed around the room... and then Sanada opened his mouth and shouted.

"Delicious! This is great!"

"…Uh?"

Junpei was stunned by Sanada's words, which went against his expectations.

At that moment, Mitsuru Kirijo appeared, hearing Sanada's cheers and looking puzzled.

"What's the matter, Akihiko?"

"Well, the special drink Junpei made for me was pretty tasty. Would you like to have some, Mitsuru?"

Naturally, Sanada handed the bottle to Mitsuru, and naturally, Mitsuru also put the straw in her mouth. The two had been together for a long time, and were mentally mature, so they didn't mind an indirect kiss. If she had done so, Junpei would have been able to stop him in time, and the tragedy that followed could have been prevented.

Seemingly having difficulty drinking, Mitsuru put force into her cheek to suck up the liquid, and the next moment...

Without changing her expression, a putrid, swamp-colored liquid spurted out from Mitsuru's nostrils.

"Ki-Kirijo-senpai!"

Mitsuru's complexion changed rapidly from ochre to purple, and then from orange to green. Finally, her eyes rolled up and she collapsed with such force that it was as if a pole had fallen.

"S-Senpaaaaaai!"

Junpei's anguished cry echoed around the room. It sounded like a premature death cry, foreshadowing Mitsuru's retaliation that was sure to come soon...

Phase 2 Yukari Takeba

"Well, I underestimated Sanada-senpai's taste, eating beef bowl with protein chazuke. Therefore, I would like to take an approach other than appetite.”

"What happened to Junpei?"

"He will take another half day to thaw. Also, Fuuka has holed herself up in her room and is out of the fight."

Their fighting power had already been drastically reduced in the first phase of the plan. What's worse, they had even dragged Mitsuru, a well-meaning third party, into the mix, and they were in a situation where failure was no longer an option.

"So, um... Yukari-san, what's the plan this time?"

As he said this, Amada continued to move suspiciously, glancing from Yukari to the leader, then back again. However, this was not surprising.

"That's it! I'll seduce him with my sex appeal!"

Yukari made this bold declaration by wearing a tight, super-mini one-piece dress in the style of bondage. Rather than being clothing, it was more like several pieces of rubber fabric roughly tied together with string, with an extremely revealing design. Her chest, back, and both sides showed off her dazzling white bare skin. On Yukari, who boasts well-proportioned figures trained in the archery club every day, it didn't look bad at all. Even Amada, who was at an age where it was unclear whether he had yet to go through puberty, was blushing at her exuding a sensuality that was enough to make him dazzle.

"With this, I'll make Sanada-senpai fall head over heels for me, toy with him, and then dump him. It's a perfect plan that will make you feel frightened of my ruthlessness! My makeup is perfect, and my hairstyle is great too!"

"There are no problems with the additional chest armor either."

"Aigis, that's an exaggeration!"

By the way, the place where they were now was the middle of the Paulownia Mall in broad daylight. Sanada was talking with Officer Kurosawa inside the Tatsumi East Police Station. They planned to start their operation when he came out.

"Oh, they're here, they're here. Well then, everyone. I'm off!"

Yukari saw Sanada approaching without knowing what's going on, and slowly approached him. When he got within about two meters of her, Sanada finally noticed her, and their eyes met. She immediately twisted her body and assumed a gravure idol-style pose, showing off her thighs, which had just the right amount of elasticity.

"..."

...Sanada completely ignored her. "Huh!?"

Even if she lacked a little sex appeal, ignoring her junior, Yukari... Her pride was hurt, and her feminine stubbornness was awakened.

She dashed past Sanada who was about to leave, then spun around to face him, blocking his path. Sanada, as expected, stopped walking. Then, right in front of Sanada, Yukari leaned forward and squeezed her breasts tightly in the center with both arms. Her breasts, pushed together and raised at the bottom, were pressed even further together to form ample twin mounds. And then...

"SENPAI~ ♡"

Sanada remained motionless in silence. Just as Yukari was pumping her fist in her mind, thinking, "This is great!", Sanada spoke to her.

"Ah... are you a student at Gekkoukan? Sorry, I don't remember. But I think you have to wear a uniform on weekdays, right? You should go back and get changed before the school counselors find you. See you then."

Sanada again completely ignored her and walked away, leaving Yukari behind. It felt like a gust of wind had blown. It was a complete defeat, or rather a crushing defeat, it wasn't even a contest. All that Yukari had done was change her hairstyle a little, put on some makeup, and wear different clothes than usual, and Sanada couldn't even recognize her as an acquaintance. Older men often say that young girls all look the same, but this was even worse. It was a display of Sanada's simple-mindedness that went way beyond expectations.

"S-senpai... it's already been six months since we last met... and yet you just toyed with me! That's so mean!"

Sanada's innocent and brilliant counter attack left Yukari feeling defeated to the point that it nearly destroyed her spirit. It seemed like it would take a while for her to recover...

Phase 3 Aigis & Koromaru

"Are you really okay?"

The remaining three fighting forces, Amada, Aigis, and Koromaru, were holding a strategy meeting while following Sanada from afar as he went for an evening run.

"It'll be fine. With Koromaru and me, I think we'll be perfectly fine."

This time the plan was simple: she would get Koromaru to attack Sanada, rip the seat of his trousers and give him a sad, tragic experience.

"Well then, let's go, Aigis!"

Aigis tightly gripped the leash tied around Koromaru's neck and began to run. As expected, Aigis's athletic ability was high, and she steadily approached Sanada while Amada watched over her.

20 meters to go. 10 meters. 5 meters. 4, 3, 2, 1... she easily passed him.

A drop of sweat trickled down Amada's forehead as he watched. Meanwhile, Aigis and Koromaru kept running. It seemed that Koromaru was so happy to be in an open space for the first time in a while that he had lost sight of his goal and started sprinting. Aigis, who had carefully wrapped the leash around her hand, was pulled so hard that she nearly fell forward, unable to shake it off or stop.

And just like that, they were gone.

"...ah."

All Amada could do was watch as the clouds of sand kicked up by the robot and the dog disappeared into the distance over the horizon with the setting sun.

Final Phase: All-Out Attack

"Let's do it the right way."

With a sigh, Amada made a suggestion to the group, all of whom were exhausted and beaten down for their own reasons.

"It's no good... I don't think we can win..."

"At least he remembers my voice, regardless of appearance..."

"Phew, peep (satisfied after a walk)"

"We are completely worn out..." Morale in the troops was low, whether they liked it or not.

.

By the way, the field leader with the long bangs went to eat ramen at Hagakure with his classmate Tomochika, whom he bumped into around the beginning of Phase 2, and hadn't come back yet. It was a mess.

In the dormitory lounge where everyone had gathered, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere settled over the place. And then...

"Hey, everyone. You seem a bit sick. What's wrong? Do you have a cold? Food poisoning?"

The target of the attack, Akihiko Sanada, appeared. Someone let out a traumatic scream.

Just how on earth could they fight...how could they win...? How could they compete with this monster who couldn't feel pain (and not much else)...? Maybe they should just ask a revenge agency website for help...

At that moment, everyone there was overcome with despair and their hearts were beginning to be consumed by darkness.

"Hey, hey, Aki!"

"Hmm? What's the matter Shinji?"

Shinjiro Aragaki had been out somewhere since that morning. He had returned to the dorm at some point, coming down from the second floor with a thud. Then, a sharp voice echoed through the lounge.

"You ate all of the limited edition pudding that Mitsuru bought for us yesterday, didn't you?"

"Oh, sorry. But it tasted just like regular pudding. It tasted of milk, eggs, and sugar. I'll just buy a replacement at the convenience store next time--"

It was the same as when Junpei and the others questioned him. It seemed like he was apologizing, but it wasn't really an apology at all; instead, it was just a string of insensitive words that rubbed the victim the wrong way. Yesterday, they had complained at length about Sanada's attitude, but Sanada just couldn't understand why anyone could get upset over "just a pudding," and he didn't get across their anger until the very end. Aragaki was also furious at Sanada's unreflective attitude... but he didn't express it. Rather, he looked dumbfounded, saying, "Here we go again." And then...

"Hey, Aki. You need to apologize properly..."

What words did Aragaki say to Sanada, who seemed to have no idea what he was being scolded for?

"We're no longer friends."

"I'm sorry!"

Sanada's reaction was also quick.

"Then stop eating other people's portions."

"Oh, yeah, I get it."

"Go buy more for what you ate, okay?"

"Of course!"

Everyone in the lounge was stunned to see what was happening.

"Was that okay...?"

"From now on... let's ask Aragaki-senpai for help."

"I support that plan..."

Then, exhausted, the juniors collapsed onto the sofa, and sobs began to leak out from there. The sobs continued until Sanada, who had been waiting in line since the next morning, bought limited edition puddings for everyone.

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Tag List: @kerto-p

[landofzero-archive]

Your Yorishiro - Trouble talking 1

Writer: Kanata Haruka

Season: Winter

(Location: RhyLin Office (Conference Area))

Adonis: Sorry, Hakaze-senpai. Did I make you wait?

Kaoru: Nah, I just got here so don’t worry about it. Especially since I was the one who suddenly called you here, Adonis-kun.

Ah, would you like some tea? If you’re thirsty I can make you a cup of coffee or something.

Adonis: No, I’m fine. What did you want to talk to me about?

The matter was so important that Hakaze-senpai went out of your way to call me here. If I don’t hear about it soon, I’ll be restless.

Kaoru: Ahaha. You don’t have to be so nervous. Come on now, relax, relax♪

Well if you’re so interested in it, then let’s get straight to the point.

Adonis-kun, would you like to try being a talk show MC?

Adonis: …… The MC of a talk show? Me? This must be some kind of mistake, is it not?

Kaoru: Well, that’s how you would react. Let me tell you the details first.

There’s a program that I was offered, and it’s a talk show where two idols get together for a discussion.

Adonis: In that case, I think Hakaze-senpai should just accept the offer……

Kaoru: Yeah, well, I was thinking of just accepting it if nothing interfered, but the scheduled recording date for that program overlapped with something else I had scheduled.

As expected, I can’t change the schedule anymore. But I also want to avoid changing the recording date of the talk show as much as possible.

So I contacted them to decline the offer, but then they told me that if I had any ideas for a replacement to let them know.

Adonis: I see. So you made me your substitute……

However, Hakaze-senpai knows I’m not good at talking. I don’t think I could ever fill in for you.

Kaoru: I do know that you’re not good at talking, so I’m not going to force you.

But you’ve also appeared on lots of shows with us, so I feel like you’ve become more adjusted to it.

That’s why I think it’s worth taking the plunge and trying it out to get rid of your feelings of not being good at it.

Isn’t it a good idea to think of this as an opportunity for growth and to give it a try?

Adonis: I’m happy to have an opportunity to grow but…… is it alright to have this kind of mindset for it?

Kaoru: That’s alright. I asked in advance if it would be okay to even suggest kids who can’t talk well and they said yes.

So the rest is up to what you want to do. If you really don’t like it then I’ll tell them no, so what do you want to do?

Adonis: ………

…… I also thought that it was a problem that I always felt like I couldn’t talk well.

So if I have a chance to overcome that, then I would like to try it.

Kaoru: Alright, understood. Well then, I’ll tell the program staff my official answer.

Good luck, Adonis-kun♪

(Location: CosPro Office (Conference Area))

(On the other side. CosPro at the same time)

Nagisa: …… I see. So Ibara wants to find a substitute for that talk show.

Ibara: Indeed. At this time of year, Eve has jobs that cannot be taken away, so I had no choice but to decline the offer given to his Highness Hiyori.

They said it would be possible to get a substitute, so it’ll be either of us from Adam. I’d like to deal with it myself……

However, I’m finding it difficult to deal with it because I’m busy with various production operations. Which means……

Nagisa: …… Which means I’m the only candidate.

Ibara: But I’m very worried about whether it’s alright to send Your Excellency alone on a talk show that requires flexibility.

Nagisa: …… When I’m alone, you’re anxious all the same.

Ibara: No no, I have confidence in Your Excellency’s abilities.

If you’re fully prepared, you’re sure to achieve a comfortable victory on any battlefield. Ahaha♪

Nagisa: …… Conversely, wouldn’t this instance be a situation where sufficient preparation isn’t possible?

Ibara: …… Oh dear, I truly admire Your Excellency’s insight. That’s certainly true.

There are many elements in the conversation that are difficult to predict. For example, your conversation partner.

Most recently, I’ve heard that Rhythm Link would invite Hakaze-shi. However, they also seem to be having trouble adjusting their schedule.

There’s a possibility that they’ll have a substitute as well. In that case, it’s unknown who the other party will be.

Personally, I believe that Your Excellency can respond as you are without preparing a script……

Depending on who you’re talking to, there’s a possibility that they’ll attack you if you let your guard down, so it’s safer to have some measures in place.

However, in situations where you can’t discern the enemy, you can only make vague plans……

Nagisa: …… So you plan to decline the offer?

Ibara: I want to avoid refusing it as much as possible……

We are currently pursuing a strategy to promote Eden through various media.

That’s why I want to take on as many jobs as possible to let the world know about Eden’s existence.

Nagisa: …… If that’s the case, this program will also be a part of that, wouldn’t it?

…… If so, I’ll take care of it.

Ibara: What? But Your Excellency, is it really okay to do it alone?

Nagisa: …… I just have to do what I normally do with Ibara without Ibara. I think I can do it on my own.

Ibara: Of course, in a nutshell, that’s what it means. It’s hard for me to even show up at the recording site this time, you know?

Nagisa: …… I understand. Even still, this is work that Ibara believes is worth doing.

…… That’s why you said you wanted to avoid rejecting the offer as much as possible. Am I wrong?

Ibara: Yes, it’s as Your Excellency says.

Nagisa: …… In that case, you just need to wish me a few words. If you do that, I’ll do my best for Ibara too.

Ibara: …… Understood. Then, in this case, I’ll leave it to you, Your Excellency.

Well, thanks to Your Excellency’s powerful words, I was finally able to make a decision. Thank you very much.

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[mikuni14]

Sugar Dog Life Ep 2-3 There's practically nothing going on in this series in terms of romance, I don't even feel any chemistry or anything between the MLs, and yet I really enjoy watching it - mainly because of Isumi 💖 What a cute and charming character, the actor is just just perfect. He's not only charming in appearance, with his big eyes and sweet face, but he's also a great character, so ineresting and lively. I love his inner voice, he's like the best seiyuu who can perfectly convey all emotions with his voice, and who is also naturally comical. I love all the sounds he makes, his "tch" 😒 "uuaahh" 😧 and stuff. Tanaka Koki as Isumi is 10/10. The funny thing is, I ship him more with his schoolmate who he's constantly fighting with lol. I genuinely like this show, I don't even care about the romance tbh, probably because it's non-existent anyway and I didn't have time to get invested, like in I hear the sunspot 😄

Cosmetic Playlover - Ep 4-6 I also like this series, the MLs have intense, interesting lives, their careers, I also like how their romantic and work lives are shown with all the good and bad things. I like how the pride, ethic and commitment to work and support in a good team are shown but also the toxicity of relationships between envious coworkers, bullying, overworking, building their careers, ect. I really like how they talk to each other a lot, how they screw up but apologize and try to explain themselves. I like how they discuss themselves, their feelings, their relationship. I like that uke is not shown as a helpless doll to be possessed and controlled by a "perfect" seme who seems to know everything. I like how they are different from each other and how this relationship works for them despite these differences, how they try to understand and complement each other. I like watching their efforts to make their relationship happen and work. I REALLY liked that a character writes a sincere, emotional text to their beloved and SENDS IT. In 99% of these types of scenes, someone writes a heartfelt text about their feelings and then deletes it, creating another drama...

I'm praising this series now because the trailer suggests that the next episode will suck and all their healthy communication will go to hell in the name of the most hated tropes ever, like "noble sacrifice" and "I know what's best for you without asking you about it" lol But for now - this is a really nice little series 😊

Takara's Treasure - Ep 7-8 I'm still fascinated/mortified by this relationship and how it's presented. Takara, who is perfectly aware and in tune with his feelings, his experiences, traumas, needs. He can identify and name what he feels, as well as control himself and his feelings. And Taishi, who can't do any of that. Takara, who consciously leads his own life and Taishi, who is unable to do anything, make any decision on his own without the influence of others, without asking them what he should do, even for others to tell him what he feels. Takara, who has his own life and Taishi, who has Takara's life, who built his entire being around him, went to his university, constantly checks what he likes, stalks him and stares at him to catch even the slightest changes in his face, completely losing himself in what Takara wants, likes, feels, putting him on a pedestal where everything Takara does and likes is perfect. Even their date, which was shown as Takara wanting to know what Taishin likes, actually IS about Takara. Taishin is constantly making sure that Takara is having fun, that the food is to his liking. It is significant, for example, that Taishin never says "I'm hungry/ I'm thirsty, let's go eat something, what do you think?" he just has to make sure that Takara wants it first. There is no "I" in Taishin's life, it's only senpai. And their scene from the previous episode, when Taishin is scared of Takara's reaction (!!) and literally shrinks and tries to appaer smaller when Takara tells him to come closer and when he sits there crying and small and it all ends with a kiss - ngl, as an adult woman, the only thing I felt for Taishin at that moment was the need to comfort him that no, honey, no one is mad at you and maybe call his mom. I'll be honest, I have no idea how someone could think at that moment: yes, I want to kiss this terrified, lost, emotionally undeveloped person. Maybe because of my age, maybe because people who need to be taught about life and their own feelings remind me too much of children for my own comfort, but I will never understand this type of relationship portrayed as something romantic and cute. Maybe in the manga it makes sense and has a different tone and there Taishin is not so blatantly childish, but simply innocent and an airhead. But the series Taishin IS mentally a child (and in behavior, movements and speech), especially compared to the mature, self-aware Takara. This relationship is not and will never be equal, which can be seen in literally every aspect (including the way they walk together, Takara always in front, Taishin toddling timidly behind), which will never be healthy. No matter how much Takara sincerely likes Taishin now. Because leading someone through life who should be your equal and support you exactly the same in life, but is not, is not possible in the long run. At some point Takara will also need help and support, something that can't be fixed with a smile and a crystal ball. And it may turn out that this relationship stands entirely on Takara, on his strength and his leadership.

I Hear the Sunspot - Ep 9 Wow, 3 episodes in a row when I don't have a good time, and only feel frustration and bitterness. I feel like I have to praise them for their commitment lol

[askasummoner]

I’m in need of a drink

Can anyone blast me with a fire hose

"I wouldn't try drinking from one of those if I were you."

"Those things can hurt when you get hit by one. I've had it happen before during our training exercises and it's not nice."

"Here, I've got plenty of water bottles on me to quench your thirst. I keep plenty on me for all the training we go through at the youth firefighting brigade academy."

I even have some of our very own special blueberry flavored sports drinks that could probably even quench a roaring fire."

"If you're that thirsty, I've got a nice big and tall glass of water right here, cutie."

Ulaanbaatar gives you a sly wink

"Don't be shy, come drink your fill-"

"Wait! What the-"

In the blink of an eye, tight coils of rope have Ulaanbaatar bound from his shoulders to his boots as Akiha dusts off his hands.

"H-hey now Akiha-Chan, why don't you cut your favorite laid-back senior some slack?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't be out flirting with everyone again so soon."

"You just got in trouble with Raven-sama for the last time you went out flirting and skipped training."

"Are you ready to be punished again?"

"Gah!"

Ulaanbaatar hangs his head in defeat as Akiha hoists him on to his shoulder.

"Sorry for that, my senpai tends to do this often so it's become kind of normal."

"Hope that's enough to help ya, but we got to make it to training. See ya around!"

Akiha jogs off with the still bound Ulaanbaatar over his shoulder.

[jewwyfeesh]

Tea Garden

Writer: 日日日 (Akira)

Character(s): Tenshouin Eichi, Sakuma Ritsu, Shino Hajime

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Disclaimer: I translated this story from the CN version of the game, which means that it has been double translated (JP > CN > EN).

Ritsu: Ah~… Don’t just stand here yapping away, hurry up and go~ Your monologues always drag on for waaaay too long.

Season: Summer Location: Yumenosaki Academy Garden Terrace

Hajime: Hey everyone~ ♪

Sorry for being late, I got held up due to my part-time job on campus…

Though, thanks to Transfer Student-senpai’s assistance, we were able to wrap it up quickly ♪

Ritsu: Hello~… Uuuu… The weather’s really toooo good, I’m getting such a wonderful headache from how good it is…

Hajime: Ah, there should be some umbrellas over there. I’ll go grab one ♪

I’ll brew some tea on the way, too~ Ritsu-senpai, is there anything in particular you’d like to have?

Ritsu: Ah~ …Since Anzu’s here, I’ll pass on the drinks. Whenever I get thirsty, I’ll just have a sip of her blood.

Hajime: Eh, you can’t drink blood.

It’s not hygenic~ How about having some black tea instead ♪

Ritsu: Mmmh~ I’d feel like going to the toilet if I drink tea. But I’m trying not to move around too much…

Ahh~ I’m too lazy to move today. It’s sunny every day.

Hajime: Ehehe. Is this not a ‘good thing’? If it’s sunny, our laundry will dry faster, so I think it’s pretty nice ♪ 

Eichi: Hajime-kun, Anzu-chan, how about the both of you take a seat first? I’ll prepare the tea and snacks.

Hajime: Ah, there’s no need! I can’t let the Student Council President do such odd jobs!

Eichi: Kindly refrain from addressing me with an excessively formal [1] title like ‘Student Council President’.

Please do away with the formalities; let me steep the tea. After all, is this not part of Tea Club’s activities ♪

Ritsu: Ecchan, the snacks I’ve made are in the kitchen fridge. If everyone’s okay with it, we can have them with tea~?

Eichi: Hehe, even though calling me ‘Student Council President’ is too ceremonial and could even be considerred flattery, calling me ‘Ecchan’ is also a little too… familiar[2].

Then again, Ritsu-kun had to repeat a year. He was meant to be in the same year as I, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter.

Though… trying to find the perfect balance between ‘authority’ and ‘approachability’ is extremely difficult. Anzu-chan, you agree, don’t you?

I’ll head over to the kitchen now. I’ll be back promptly, so please feel free to take a break.

Aha, ‘serving’ others is actually rather fun… ♪

I can drop the heavy title of the student council president and just be myself… times like these are really hard to come by. Tea Club’s activities are a great way for me to relax ♪

Ritsu: Ah~… Don’t just stand here yapping away, hurry up and go~ Your monologues always drag on for waaaay too long.

Eichi: Hehe, my sincere apologies. Without further ado, I shall now take my leave. Farewell ♪

Ritsu: Byebye~ …Ha~kun, Anzu, there are chairs over there that you can use~ It’s kinda stressful to see you standing around you know?

Hajime: Achoo, please excuse me. Ahh, finally… the feeling of being alive. Inhale… exhale… I feel really relaxed~ ♪

Ritsu: Ha~kun, you’re not allowed to take out that fragrant thing when you’re next to me~ The second I smell it, I immediately feel like falling asleep…?

Hajime: Ahaha. Lavender does have a sleep-inducing effect~ My bad ♪

Though… Ritsu-senpai, you’re always sleeping… I heard that if you sleep too much, your braincells will die~

Ritsu: Ahhh, no wonder I’ve been so forgetful lately. So this was the reason… Eh, it doesn’t matter, sleeping is pretty comfy. If I sleep during the day, I’ll be awake at night, and vice versa.

Hajime: Is that so~ You’re such a night owl.

Flipping your sleep schedule is really unhealthy… I think it’s still best if you don’t consume so much coffee…

Eichi: If I may interrupt — upon evaluation of your lifestyle and habits, Ritsu-kun, I’ve prepared some kudzu root soup[3] for you, as it seems to me that your body isn’t in the best of conditions these days.

Ritsu: But I’ve always been like this though.. Ahhh… this flavour is… really… too special, I don’t like it~

Fizzy fruit juice would’ve been fine.

I’m gonna eat some of the snacks I made to clease my palate. Om nom nom ♪ 

Eichi: The designs of Ritsu-kun’s desserts are rather avant-garde…

To be honest, one would find that they are actually really delicious after eating them, but I would have to muster a lot of courage to even take the first bite. I don’t think this is particularly cordial?

For Hajime-kun, I’ve brewed some vanilla tea – that’s alright with you, yes? Anzu-chan and I will be having Oriental Beauty Tea, I hope it’s to your tastes… ♪

Hajime: Ahh… it’s some high-end tea leaves again… One cup like this is practically equivalent to my entire income from working part-time in school~

Eichi: Fufu. Only food of the highest quality should be consumed.

The food of today maketh the body of tomorrow. This is but an investment for the future.

I have to pay extra attention to my diet due to my sickly body… so I am rather envious of people like you who can eat just about anything you fancy.

Ritsu: Ah~ …If you wanna live forever, I can turn you into a vampire~?

Eichi: Even though I am interested in the vampiric lifestyle, I still wish to continue being an idol. Come on, everyone, please make yourself at home and have a drink.

Today, there are more people than usual – the atmosphere is a lot livelier and fun, so I’m really happy.

You too, Anzu-chan. You’re welcome to join us Tea Club anytime ♪

Ritsu: Yeppu, I agree with Ecchan on this. Even though I tend to hate noisy environments, but when tea is drunk with everyone around, one would feel even happier.

Let’s host a Mad Tea Party in your dreams too… ♪

Translator's notes: [1] The original CN term used is "见外", which means to "treat someone as an outsider", or "to treat someone with formal courtesy as accorded to a host or guest".

[2] The original CN term used is "熟络", which means "familiar / close". Generally speaking Asian countries places a lot of importance on treating your seniors with respect, and using an informal nickname to your superior isn't the most respectful thing LOL; however, you can call people of the same age as you or younger than you by informal means. Ritsu is in year 2 and Eichi in year 3, which means that on paper Eichi is his senior and should be addressed as such (ie. -senpai). So that's why Ecchan made that remark -- which implies something like "don't address me like that, we're not that close / we're not in the same year". But afterwards he lets it pass because Ritsu did get held back LMFAO so in theory Ritsu would've also been in year 3. Read Black Tea - A Spoonful of Sweet Poison 5 to find out more about the origin's of "Ecchan"~

[3] Kudzu root soup... Kudzu "is an herb used in Chinese medicine to treat alcoholism, heart disease, menopausal symptoms, diabetes, fever, the common cold, and neck or eye pain. It is sometimes used in combination with other herbs, [and suggested to have] anti-inflammatory and neuroprotective properties." (Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Centre - Information about Kudzu).

[gabriella0807]

In the prison realm He is wondering how much time has passed since he's been sealed. He cracks jokes and has conversations with the skeletons to fight boredom. He admits to himself that he cares for the people in his life more than he thought he would. He's missing sweets so much. But he's missing his senpai's outbursts more. He's wondering if the boy he has raised and his sister are alright. He's racking his brain, worrying about the ones he loves. Then he throws all of his thoughts out the window, emptying his mind just to start all over again. He's hungry and thirsty, then he's not. These are just phantom needs because time doesn't exist here. Still, he's breathing. Still, he's alive. He's checking, his face is still smooth. He's trapped in infinity, even though Infinity is an old friend of his. He is accustomed to be alone. But the silence grows heavy. It becomes deafening. Suffocating. There's no way out. There is a way out. There has to be.

[damnslippyplanet]

I've gone back into the LITA Japan mines and am delighted that they maintained the dynamic of "I'm sorry, little twink, but I simply cannot get with you until you bring home a better report card and learn to do, IDK, Pomodoro or something, I need my kept boy to have at least one (1) brain cell. I intend to plow the brain cell back out of him but it has to be there first so I can enjoy hearing it drop to the floor when it goes." Incredible.

If Rei could ever get it together to keep a bullet journal, Arashi-senpai would be so thirsty about it. There would be washi tape bondage. It would be a whole thing.

[azuramarigold]

Wishes to Tell

Originally posted on my ko-fi - a short story blab.

FANDOM: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Nobara Kugisaki x Toge Inumaki

SFW. Mild violence. Mild cussing/cursing.

Cursed Energy gif by: https://ko-fi.com/setermd/shop

Dividers by: https://www.tumblr.com/saradika-graphics?source=share

SUMMARY: Nobara Kugisaki happens to be stubborn about a few things, but there is one person at Jujutsu High School that pays attention and makes sure she gets the care she needs, even though she doesn't realize it herself. It's the little things that shows that someone does care, even if they don't speak a lot.

Toge Inumaki for the most part hates in Clan Curse Technique of "Curse Speech". He had to develop his own set of safe words to use in order not to hurt people on accident. The one person he really wants to speak with and spend time with has a difficult time understanding his safe words, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't do things to show that he still cares.

It was another day of training at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, the sun blaring down something extra fierce.

            Nobara was starting to really regret not buying a thinner track suit for training, or just wearing shorts and a tank top. She was sweating like crazy, the small hairs from her bangs sticking to her forehead like concrete. Her orange eyes were half lidded as she huffed and puffed, clearly exhausted from the heat.

            “Nobara, you alright?” Maki’s voice asked worriedly. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

            “Pass out?” Nobara scoffed with a smirk. “As if! I still have plenty of fuel left!”

            Of course, this was a lie. She was completely exhausted. Her eyes were fluttering. She was hot.

            “Tuna Tuna,” Inumaki’s voice then said, him pressing a cold bottle of water to her.

            “Huh…?” Nobara murmured. “Oh, I’m good, Inumaki-Senpai, I have my water by my bag.”

            Inumaki’s violet eyes narrowed in concern. “Mustard Leaf,” he then said, thrusting the water to her. He had his own bottle of water in his hands and gestured between his and the one he forced on her. With a small hand motion, he mimicked opening the bottle and pointed at hers.

            “I’m not thirsty,” she argued stubbornly.

            Inumaki pinched the corners of his eyes and sighed, “Fish Flakes…”

            Nobara finally rolled her eyes. “Fine, Inumaki-Senpai, if I drink the water will you stop being weirder than usual?” she nearly snapped.

            “Salmon.”

            “Ugh…” Nobara then opened her water and took a sip. Then she realized just how thirsty she was and downed the whole bottle in one swig. “Oh… wow. I guess I was thirsty.”

            “Salmon,” Inumaki nodded happily. He then gave a small wave and walked away.

            Maki gave a frown. “HEY! YOU DIDN’T GIVE ME A WATER!” she screamed at him.

            “BONITO FLAKES!” Inumaki shouted in terror as Maki made a tear at him.

            Nobara tilted her head to the side, confused. Why wouldn’t he bring water for Maki as well…? She decided not to overthink it.

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“Ah, shit… I tore my skirt again...!”

            Nobara, Itadori, and Fushiguro just got back from a basic First Year mission. It was an easy Curse to deal with. Fushiguro went at it with his shikigami as usual and Itadori went in with his punches. Nobara, being more of a distance fighter, stayed further back, pounding her nails imbued with her Cursed Energy and doing her Straw Doll technique to deal damage when needed.

            Occasionally, though, a Curse gets up on her physically. She Is not as physically strong as Itadori or Fushiguro, or nearly as fast as the former, so her ranged attacks become harder to use. Nobara would try her best to slam a nail into the enemy head on, but sometimes it just wasn’t enough.

            Luckily, all she got this time was a torn skirt. Itadori managed to punch the Curse away from her with one Divergent Fist while Fushiguro’s Divine Dog: Totality finished it off swiftly. It was missions like these that made Nobara realize that she needed better combat skills.

            Nobara sat in the courtyard of the school in casual clothing, a nice pleated purple and white checkered skirt, white penny loafers with white tights, and a light purple blouse, as she tried to repair her school uniform. 

            “Now I wish I paid more attention to my grandma when she was trying to teach me to sew…” the teen grumbled. “OW!” she shouted, once again stabbing herself with the needle.

            “Kelp,” Inumaki greeted with a held-up hand. He was also wearing casual clothing; a short-sleeved white jacket with its high collar to cover his mouth, the bottom of his black t-shirt poking out from the jacket, and he was wearing white shorts.

            “Hi, Inumaki-Senpai,” Nobara greeted back glumly.

            The second year raised a brow as he saw what she was working on. “Mustard Leaf…?” he asked.

            From what Nobara gathered, “Mustard Leaf” seemed to be a phrase he used when he was concerned over something.

            “It’s nothing, I just tore my skirt while on a mission,” she assured him with a small smile.

            Inumaki cleared his throat. He then gestured to the skirt and the small sewing kit next to her. When she looked at him confusedly, he began making a basic sewing motion and pointed at himself.

            “You… know how to sew?” she clarified.

            “Salmon!” he agreed. Even with the jacket covering his mouth, his eyes told it all: he was smiling.

            “I can use the help…” she admitted. “I don’t know how really…”

            Inumaki sat next to her and gingerly took the needle and thread from her grasp. “Salmon Roe…” he almost chided. He then showed her how to properly thread the needle and showed her how the one single piece of thread she had tied to the needle was now almost doubled and tied off at the end, the needle moving freely. “Tuna Tuna…!” He showed her the needle and thread.

            “Oh… that’s how you thread it…” she said sheepishly.

            A nod. Inumaki then turned the skirt inside out and found where the tear was. He attentively began to sew the tear together, closing it effortlessly. Once done, he inverted it back and held it toward Nobara.

            “Wow…! I don’t even see it!” she smiled happily. “Thank you, Inumaki-Senpai!”

            “Salmon, Salmon,” the young man affirmed. 

            “Hey, since we’re already in casual clothes, wanna go grab something to eat in town…?” Nobara offered with a smile.

            A blush flushed up Inumaki’s cheeks. “Sa… Salmon…” he then said.

            “I’m guessing that’s a yes!” Nobara then stated. She stood up quickly and threw her skirt into her side pack before grabbing Inumaki’s hand. “Let’s go…! I know a cute little café that has that best drinks and cakes!”

            “Tuna Mayo…?”

            “Um… if you don’t like cakes… they have dessert onigiri…?” she then offered.

            A genuine laugh escaped Inumaki. “Salmon Roe… Salmon Roe…” It was almost as if he couldn’t believe she said that. 

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A month later, Nobara was pouting on the stairs inside the school, her head balanced on her hand as it was on her knee.

            “Mustard Leaf…?” Inumaki then asked.

            He has some uncanny timing coming to me when I have an issue.

            “Oh, hey, Inumaki-Senpai,” Nobara greeted with a subtle wave.

            Inumaki narrowed his eyes in concern, something Nobara came to notice as his way of saying “What’s wrong?”

            “Oh, I was in town today,” she began with a heavy sigh. “I won’t sugarcoat it, I saw a cute guy and tried to flirt with him… he told me that he rather date a man than a brute looking girl like me. Like, who says that!?” Her voice had wavered at the end, her lips quivering. She didn’t realize it affected her that much.

            “Assholes do,” Inumaki said abruptly.

            It came as such a surprise to them both that they just stared at each other in shock. As they stared at each other, a blush went across both of their faces.

            “I think… that’s the first time I’ve heard you speak that wasn’t your technique or rice ball ingredients,” Nobara teased with a smirk.

            “Salmon…” Inumaki then agreed, back to his safe words.

            “It was… nice,” she then admitted. “It would be nice if you talked a bit more outside your rice ball ingredients.”

            “Can’t,” was the singular word he said as he shook his head.

            “Are you worried people will get hurt?” Nobara asked curiously.

            “People have,” he affirmed. “And… I don’t… want my friends…” He then paused as he didn’t want to say something to cause the Curse Speech to activate.

            Nobara then nodded. “Okay, I get it… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed it,” she apologized sincerely. “You’re just being considerate… unlike that asshole in town today… could’ve just said he wasn’t interested or something…” She then gave him a small huff, although not truly directed at him, as she got up and gave him a small wave. “See ya around, Inumaki-Senpai.”

            Inumaki returned the wave, feeling a sense of guilt in his chest. He wished he could speak to her properly. There were many things that he wished he could say to her.

            Like how her eyes sparkled when she found something she enjoyed, whether it was a new piece of clothing she bought, or she was enjoying a new flavor of bubble tea she discovered at a hole-in-the wall shop. Or how even though she thought of herself as weak, she was very strong, never backing down from a fight no matter the odds; it took every fiber of his being not to find a way to get a description of the guy that called Nobara a “brute” so he could really show off how dangerous his Cursed Speech was.

            Inumaki just had to show how he cared subtly, like just being there to listen, or giving her water when he noticed she was dehydrated. When they were at the dessert shop a month prior, he sat contently, listening to Nobara ramble about the mission she was on, or how she couldn’t wait to get her compensation from said mission so she could get a new dress for the upcoming autumn season.

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He doesn’t go into town often on his own unless it’s for a mission, but he did this time as he knew Nobara was going into town alone.

            Toge wasn’t a fan of her going by herself as he knew she had a knack for getting herself into trouble. If she was with Itadori or Fushiguro, that was a different story, at least those two could cause Curses or other potential threats to back off. But here Nobara was, dawdling around with her bag twirling around her, a perfect target for anyone to try and snatch.

            It wasn’t that she didn’t know how to take care of herself in a fight, Toge knew that. Nobara always had her hammer and nails on hand, and even without her traditional Straw Doll, she knew how to craft one how of various materials within a pinch. The girl could throw a punch, if necessary, as well – Itadori could attest to that.

            So, Toge followed from a distance, staying in the crowd, grunting apologies if he bumped into someone.

            When Nobara stopped in front of a window looking at a new dress collection for the season, a young man scoffed at her that was walking by.

            “Oi, I didn’t know brutes like you knew how to shop for dresses!” the young man sneered.

            Nobara immediately snapped into attention and gave the man a glare. “Hey, what do you want?” she boredly asked. “You already said what you wanted to say a couple of weeks ago, so leave me alone.”

            The guy laughed to another friend that was next to him, “This is that chick that tried to flirt with me before,” he explained, not bothering to hide laughter. “Told ya she was practically a gorilla!”

            Nobara narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, her black ballet flats tapping on the concrete. “Well, this gorilla is gonna kick your ass in a minute if you don’t leave me the hell alone,” she threatened.

            “Hey, just trying to have a good time,” he chided lightly. “I bet even brute girls like you wanna have a good time, right?”

            “Excuse me?” Nobara hissed in offense. “Are you trying to imply something here?” She began to reach for her side and out came her hammer.

            The young man howled in laughter, “Oh, wow! What are you gonna do? Build me house like its that stupid battle royale game?” He then grabbed her arm that held her hammer, her wincing in pain with a yelp.

            Toge had enough from listening from a distance once he saw the grab, especially after what the guy had insinuated with Nobara. He quickly pushed his way between two people, them grumbling at how rude he was, as he made his way to her.

            “Kelp,” Toge greeted casually to Nobara, a hand raised.

            Nobara whirled her head to him in surprise. “In-Inumaki-Senpai…!?” she gasped. “Wh-What are you doing here…!?”

            All Toge did in response was unzip the collar of his jacket, revealing his “Snake and Fangs” seal on his tongue and cheeks. 

            “The hell…?” the asshole young man grunted. “What kind of freakshow is this?”

            “Go away,” Toge said to the young man’s friend that was just idling. 

            Without a second thought, a blank look overtaken the friend’s face, and he turned to his left and began walking away. The asshole raged, his face turning red.

            “Hey, where do you think you’re going!? GET BACK HERE!” he screamed.

            Toge gave a smirk as he looked at the young man’s left arm, which was still gripping Nobara’s arm. “Let go.” He ordered.

            The young man immediately let go. “HUH!? WHAT THE!?” he shouted.

            “Get twisted.”

            The arm twisted counterclockwise with a snap, the bones piercing through the skin and blood splattered out.

            “AUUUGHHHH! WHAT THE FU-!”

            “Tuna Mayo!” Toge then quickly said to Nobara as he grabbed her hand and sprinted away from the scene, dragging her along as he screeched in surprise.

            Toge dragged her a few blocks before they stopped, catching their breath. “Caviar…” he gasped for breath.

            “Inumaki-Senpai, I could’ve handled it…” Nobara then huffed, trying to catch her breath.

            “I… know…” Toge replied. “I didn’t like… that he grabbed you…”

            Nobara’s face flushed. “Huh…? Were you… watching me…?” she asked him shyly.

            “Salmon…”

            Nobara looked stunned for a moment, then she started laughing. “At least you don’t think I’m a brute, right?” she asked him.

            “Never,” Toge told her with a smile. “Bonito Flakes to the max.” 

            Another laugh escapes her. “Well… thank you,” she thanked him. “I mean that, Inumaki-Senpai. And not just for today… but for all the little things you’ve been doing for me too…”

            As Toge never zipped back up his jacket to cover his mouth, his mouth opened and closed as he didn’t know how to process his words. What safe words to use? Can he use real words? His cheeks flushed a deep pink.

            “You can try saying ‘You’re Welcome’,” Nobara teased with a grin.

            “Um… You’re welcome…” Toge finally said.

            “There! Not so hard, is it?” she playfully said to him. Without even thinking, she pecked a kiss on his cheek and stretched. “Now I need some bubble tea from that nonsense from that dickhead… Wanna get some bubble tea…?”

            Toge’s brain was fried from just the peck on the cheek. 

            “Earth to Toge,” Nobara snapped her fingers in front of his face, him just barely registering that she used his first name. “Bubble tea?”

            “Yes!” he then practically shouted.

            A teasing smirk played on her lips. “Look at you, not using ‘Salmon’ to agree,” she told him.

            “Look at you, knowing what ‘Salmon’ meant,” he countered with his own cheeky smirk. His eyes widened at the realization that he just casually talked without safe words. Nothing happened – no one was cursed. She wasn’t cursed.

            Nobara held out her hand and Toge placed his hand in hers. “Come on, Tuna Boy, bubble tea isn’t gonna buy itself.”

            “I’m buying…?”

            “You’re buying…” Nobara tried to emphasize her words forcibly.

            Toge laughed, “Salmon Roe… You’re Cursed Speech is not very good… But I’ll do it.”

            “YAY!”

A/N: Did I make a reference to "Fortnite"? Yes. Yes I did. Did I play the game? I did - for a week until Epic Games pissed me off so bad. Wouldn't connect my Ps5 account to my actual Epic Games account - which cost me progress and roughly $50 of vBucks that I used to buy skins that I could no longer get. Epic Games tried to gaslight me saying it was a "misunderstanding" on my end on the instructions they gave me in an email, but I literally highlighted their stuff and sent it back because they legit pulled a "Trust me bro" move on me. So, yeah, that's why I don't play the game anymore or I would totally have the JJK skins by now.

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[Gakuen K] Munakata Reisi Route Translation

Ability activation

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (Oh… It's still raining…)

Saya: (What's happened to me?)

Saya: (Ah, right, I got outside and wanted to stop the rain…I wished it and then--)

Saya: (I don't remember anything after that. Where am I?)

Saya: (Huh…Senpai is here)

Munakata: Are you awake? Good morning.

Saya: Good morning…Em…

Munakata: How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?

Saya: I'm fine…Nothing hurts.

Saya: (Anyway, I have to get up…)

Munakata: Ahh, don't trouble yourself with that. The school festival is over anyway.

Saya: Eh, it's over?

Saya: (It's raining and it's won't stop, what I did was a failure…)

Saya: The day before the school festival, I went outside to see if I could stop the rain with my ability.

Saya: But…I guess I failed. I'm sorry I couldn't help you.

Munakata: No. There's nothing to apologize for.

Saya: Eh?

Munakata: You did not fail. Your ability did amazing.

Saya: What do you mean…?

Munakata: Thanks to your ability, the rain stopped and it was sunny throughout the school festival.

Saya: (Eh…Is it…?)

Munakata: Now it has started falling again, but don't worry about it.

Munakata: Thanks to you, the school festival went smoothly and ended without a hitch.

Munakata: Except that you fell unconscious outside and stayed asleep the whole time…

Saya: So, I've been helpful then…?

Munakata: Yeah, of course.

Saya: I'm glad…

Saya: (But I'm sure I caused senpai a lot of trouble by falling down when I had to assist him)

Saya: (I need to apologize to senpai. I'm sure it was him who brought me here…)

Saya: Um, senpai. I'm sorry for falling down. Also, thank you for carrying me here.

Munakata: No, don't worry about it. I'm just glad you weren't hurt.

Munakata: …So, about your power, I guess it has something to do with deterrence.

Saya: Deterrence? You mean the power to stop something?

Munakata: Yeah, from my point of view, that's probably it. But it's a reliable power.

Munakata: I am becoming more and more interested in you.

Saya: (Ability to deter… I'm not sure, but I guess that means I deterred the weather from getting worse)

Saya: (If so, that's an amazing ability…)

Munakata: …I'm glad I choosed you (as an assistant).

Saya: (Eh…What did senpai just say?)

Munakata: And so, thanks to you, we have been able to greet the end of the school festival with relaxed feelings.

Munakata: Thank you.

Saya: (He said he was glad he choosed me…)

Saya: (I'm so happy…I was helpful to senpai)

Saya: (I'm really happy)

Saya: Um, thank you.

Munakata: Fu…

Munakata: You need to rest a while longer. I will stay by your side until you are able to move.

Saya: I think senpai have work to do, so please prioritize it over me.

Munakata: No, right now, my priority and important duty is to thank you for your contribution to the school festival.

Saya: (Even though there's must be a lot of work to do at the Student Council Office and in the Blue club…Senpai is here for me)

Saya: (…I'm still feel a little bit tired, so I think I should accept the offer)

Saya: …Thank you

Munakata: You must be thirsty, since you've just woken up, right? Please wait. I'll get you some water.

Saya: Okay.

*A few moments later*

Munakata: Ahh, it looks like you're able to get up now.

Saya: Yeah! I think I'm okay now.

Munakata: But you look pale…Please sleep a bit more. I'll step out for a bit.

Saya: Where are you going?

Munakata: Actually, I'm behind on my work. I'm going to go back and continue it.

Saya: (Ah, that's right. I forgot because senpai was here all the time…)

Munakata: It's still raining. I will finish as soon as possible and return.

Munakata: If the storm that was supposed to come starts, we won't be able to confront it.

Saya: Um, the reason you're behind with the work… It's because I was confined to bed, right?

Munakata: That's partly true, but it's not going to be delayed that much even if I'm left alone.

Saya: Um…I'll help you! I'm fine now!

Munakata: I told you, you look pale. What if you push yourself too hard and collapse again?

Saya: Sorry…

Munakata: I appreciate your sentiments, but you should get the sleep you deserve. Okay?

Saya: O-okay…

Munakata: I will take you back to the dormitory when I return, so please be patient until then.

Saya: Okay…Understood. See you later.

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Paralyze.

Chapter 41

"Little brat... what are you planning, making that face?" Sir asked with his intimidating expression towards Izuku while Togata senpai and I backed away a bit. "All Might doesn't have wrinkles like those!"

Sir held Izuku's face, stretching it out to make it come back to normal. I felt a light touch on my arm and I turned to senpai.

"Let's help Bubble Girl." I hummed with a nod and sneaked around them with Togata senpai. Izuku and Sir were discussing about All Might while we were freeing Bubble Girl.

"Mirio-kun, (M/n)-kun, who is that boy?" I helped her stand on her own.

"He certainly is an underclassman!" We turned to look at both green-haired ones.

"He's my classmate, Bubble-chan." She nodded and smiled at me.

"It's nice seeing you again, (M/n)-kun." I smiled at her, feeling glad to be able to see her fine and well. Out of the corner of our eyes, we saw how Sir sat down on his chair and stared at Izuku.

"You want to be an intern here, right?" Oh, that made me remember. "About the contract-"

"I have it here!" Izuku took it out of his bag and so did I.

"Don't interrupt me," Sir extended his hands towards me and I handed him my contract, he pressed down the stamp on it without taking his sight off Izuku. After he did, Sir explained to him what the internship would cause.

And Izuku said something about reaching the top while placing his contract on Sir's desk. The pro-hero held his stamp...

And stamped on the wood.

"Pphhh~" I held back my laugh while covering my mouth with my hand and Togata senpai did the same.

Izuku just stared at the stamp with an expression that would only be labelled as 'Are you fucking kidding me?' Which made me have to bite the tip of my tongue so I wouldn't hysterically laugh at that.

"Umm... you missed."

"That's because I don't feel like stamping it. I am very much aware of the merits you'll earn working here... but what's my benefit of employing you? This office handles well enough with two sidekicks and two intern students. How I would exactly benefit myself taking you in?"

Sir kept asking Izuku stuff about how he could help society and such.

"Three minutes. I dare you to take this stamp in three minutes. If you wish to work in this company as a hero, you must stamp this paper on your own." He says that even though he just stamped my contract without a second thought, "Mirio, (M/n), Bubble Girl, get out immediately."

"Ah, all right," we followed the blue girl towards the door.

"That wasn't hyped at all," we looked at him and smiled, standing straight.

"Yes, sir!" And we walked out.

"Mirio-kun, did you have an interview like that one?" Bubble-chan asked senpai and he shook his head.

"I was chosen by Sir, so no. You (L/n)-kun?" I also shook my head.

"He chose me too, but I did have to beat him without my quirk. And that was tough." I sighed remembering that time.

"That's right, your quirk stops muscle activity, so you are invincible, even if Sir sees the future he can't avoid your quirk!" Bubble-chan said excitedly and I laughed sheepishly.

"Why does everybody call me invincible? I'm not. I lost against Togata senpai that other time." Bubble-chan made a confused noise and turned to look at the blonde.

"He lost against you, Mirio-kun?" He chuckled and nodded.

"It was the first time we met too, but he gave more of a fight than the others, Midoriya-kun did too, he predicted my movements." I hummed and stopped by a vending machine.

"I'm thirsty, you guys want something?" While I took out my wallet they yelled in unison 'Yes!' And I chuckled, "Who's the older one here, eh? You two are like kids."

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|I changed stuff a bit and made Sir's agency have dorms, so they'll be staying there the night|

It was night already, but Sir let us stay at the agency, I was sharing a room with Izuku, and he was showering at the time, so I took my phone and FaceTimed Katsuki.

He picked up right away.

"What happened to you, Katsuki?" He groaned and looked away for a moment. Looking behind him I noticed he was in his room, the bed behind him.

"The extra classes for the licence..." he trailed on and stared back at me.

"Are they that tough?" Without saying anything, Katsuki nodded, "I would've died if I had to take them, they're tough even for you, puppy. Good thing I got my licence." Katsuki scoffed and stared at me.

"I don't know if it was a good thing that you got it," I raised an eyebrow at him, I thought he was jealous and mad about it, something to do with his pride and strength, but I decided to ask, just to be sure.

"Why?" And I saw him blush.

Eh...?

"Because I can't see you or... cuddle with you... or kiss you..." he looked down whispering loud enough for me to hear.

My heart was pounding like crazy and I couldn't hold back my big smile.

"You're so cute, love. I wanna squeeze you, gah..." he looked back up and smiled softly at me, "I love you, Katsuki."

His blush intensified, "I love you too, (M/n). Good night. Sleep well."

"Hm, good night to you too. Dream of me," I added a wink at the end of my sentence and he giggled.

"I always do, hun."

Before I could process how he called me, Katsuki hung up, and he left me feeling like I was on fire.

I would spontaneously combust one of these days because of Katsuki, I swear.

"Eh... (M/n)...?" Shit, I forgot-

"Yes, Izuku?" I chuckled nervously as I left my phone on the nightstand and stared at him.

"Are you dating Kacchan?" I sighed, realizing I was already exposed. With a hum, I nodded and I watched as Izuku sat down on his bed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want..."

"No, it's okay, you're the only one who knows, anyway." And like that, I proceeded to tell Izuku all that had happened these past months.

Everything -well... Most of it- since Katsuki's rescue and to the day we got our provisional licence. Izuku listened attentively in silence, sometimes commenting, 'That's so like Kacchan' or 'Kacchan did that?' and such.

At some point during our conversation, we heard some knocks on the door, and we stared at each other.

"Yes?" Izuku said.

"Sleep already guys, tomorrow we have some work to do." It was Togata senpai.

"Sorry senpai, we'll do. Good night." I said and we heard him hum.

"Good night to both of you too."

I got comfortable in my bed and turned off my night light.

"Good night, Izuku."

"Good night, (M/n)."

And we fell asleep.