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My Deer Friend Nokotan Episode 10 Review - Fawning Over Plants

We’re already at the double digits and back at segmented shenanigans for this episode! It’s closing in on spring in-story, but no one seems to be talking or thinking about graduation. Well, the narrator did say that the concept of time is whacked now.

Anyways, the first segment is Nokotan realizing that she’s allergic to pollen. She tried to play it off as her being a deer wouldn’t make her allergic like how humans are…I’m sorry Nokotan, I’ve got some bad news for you. Anyways, it’s hilarious how it’s not only her body reacting, but her antlers too. Neko is also allergic to pollen. The funniest part of the segment is that they were taken to a vet of all places…

The second segment has Nokotan be absent from the Deer Club for a week. It turns out that Nokotan has been wandering around clubs and Koshitan has found her in the flower arrangement club where shenanigans ensue. I find it hilarious that the flowers Nokotan brought in are rafflesia and pitcher plants—the former known for smelling terribly and the other known for being carnivorous. She even plays guitar for them! I wonder if the rafflesia and pitcher plants are a Pokemon reference as the Vileplume and Victreebel are based on those plants.

The last segment is rather interesting. It’s not about Koshi or Nokotan. Rather, it’s about Anko and Bashame. You’d think that Anko’s whole schtick is being an obsessive siscon, but she does have some character too. While she isn’t interested in making a rice paddy like her fellow club member, she does make rice balls for Bashame and even suggests making umeboshi or pickled plums for her next feat. Bashame’s still a little one-note with her obsession with rice and what not. Though, I do admire her determination for doing something illegal on school grounds. Tsucchi even helps out! I think these two have great chemistry and there should’ve been episodes dedicated to their interactions sooner.

Now that we’re at the final stretch of the show, what is your favorite segment in this episode or overall? How are you enjoying this show? 

[psychopasss4]

I want Psycho-Pass Live Action too!!! Gonna be interesting to know who will they cast as Kogami!!!

Heya! I am curious too 😉 if Live Action will happen someday 💕🤞🏻😁🤭🤗

For me, I want to cast Hikaru Tsuchiya because he closely resemble him 🥰😍 and yes! I mean casting a character as a fellow character. 🤣🤣🤣 If it's only possible.

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 6 - Genuine (Part 2)

My brain as I was translating this: what is bro yapping about

also please don't ask me to clarify anything that happened in this chapter, i also have no idea. i'm pretty sure only the author knows 😂all i know is that they were definitely doing kyudo.

TW: suicide mention

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

A saijiki is an almanac of Japanese seasonal terms used for poetry

Asahina's name (朝日奈) contains the characters for morning sun

Adults (成人) and saints (聖人) have the same reading (seijin)

A box-like structure where rain shutters are stored when not in use

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Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you.

Don’t laugh and just listen to me.

The competitors from both schools met face to face at the prefectural finals. The sky began preparations to show off its triumphant end.

Asahina and Minato faced each other.

“Looks like ‘Minahead’ worked. Thanks.”

“Please don’t make surprise attacks like you did the other day.”

“Hahaha, sorry. The protection around you was strong, so that was the best I could do.”

Eddie pushed up his hair. “We have no need for superstition anymore.”

“That’s right, partner.”

Asahina and Eddie bumped elbows. They were like children who played a secret prank on their parents.

Haneina’s coach, Tsucchi, and Masa-san faced off.

“My archers are in top form. We’re going to win.”

“I don’t know about that. Kazemai can use the wind, after all.”

“I don’t want any funny tricks. Show us what you can do.”

“Go easy on us.”

The archers from both schools entered the shajo with orange and yellow-green headbands tied around their heads.

Haneina High School had Eddie, Matsuda, Kanuma, Igarashi, and Asahina.

Kazemai High School had Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato.

They each stepped onto the shooting line and spread their legs.

The oomae of Haneina was Eddie. His golden hair fluttered in the sun. Spreading his white wings, the archangel descended upon the land of the east. The eccentric was an assumed figure, and the truth was revealed.

He objected to the strange land of Japan, where everyone wore matching outfits to find jobs. Who told them to wear black? Was it because it wouldn’t stand out even if they settled down in a graveyard? Those who prepared loyalty tests for the company would have been promoted and given a nice apartment. Ceasing to think for yourself was what politicians wanted you to do. Misguided servility made the conceited even more fattened. If you were going to dance the same dance, then dance in your own colors.

The arrow was aimed at the demon’s heart. But Eddie and Kaito hit the center.

Next was Matsuda on the second target. One day, a house party was held. The servants, who were usually unsmiling, broke out into big smiles as soon as the host appeared in the room. Before he knew it, everyone in the room had smiles pasted onto their faces. “Supporting the disabled is my purpose in life. We are very concerned about you. With this product, you can reduce your anxiety about your future,” they whispered, but the bow made no distinction between the disabled and the able-bodied. The love that asked for nothing in return was always there.

The released arrow shattered the window glass. Ryouhei followed as well.

Kanuma on the third target opened his haiku saijiki. (1) Beautiful phrases that reflected Japan’s weather, astronomy, geography, and human affairs were lined up side by side. The finely honed senses of their ancestors that resided in each phrase hadn’t faded away even now.

Words were twisted, woven, knitted, and tied together. Weaving brocade was the living wisdom and culture of creatures without fur. The clothes we wore revealed our environment and thoughts. Those who could manipulate words and know the hidden power of words could transcend the concept of time and fly to the moment at any time. Right now, Kanuma has composed a song.

Kanuma and Seiya summoned tsurune.

Brain, be deceived. Make a miracle happen.

Taking the sound of the matooto as a signal, Igarashi raised his bow. Anyone could step into his flower garden. Flowers such as bellflowers, gentians, and campanulas were preferred, and the bells rang when the wind blew. Bees and butterflies frolicked amidst the flowers, grass lizards and rainbow-colored lizards lay in the grass, and red-flanked blue tails rested on the branches. He picked the withered flowers and thinned out overcrowded foliage. A garden that took time to grow was a treasure. Igarashi applied that image to his own bow. He slept every night holding his bow, of which only one existed in this world.

As Igarashi and Nanao’s arrows flew, flowers bloomed along the path.

In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo gasped. Since there were a lot of hits in quick succession, they braced themselves so they wouldn’t miss the chance to cheer.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

“Both schools are sparkling.”

“This is exactly what ‘brilliance’ is.”

The ochi Asahina, as his name suggested, was the embodiment of the sun. (2) His red hair burned in the twilight.

Fire.

Fire knew what you had done.

It also knew the name and face of your accomplice.

If you wanted to purify yourself, go to the sea. If you wanted power, go to the mountains. Whichever path you chose, he would be a torchbearer and a guide. Heaven watched the deeds of those who lived on earth. Three children were born out of the fire. At any given time, there existed something that recorded the events on earth. Memories that were passed down became stories.

Asahina and Minato released their arrows.

For the second shot, nobody missed.

For the third short, the sound of the matooto didn’t cease.

The wind blew through the kyudojo, where conversation and even breathing were taboo.

Where was the wind going? Who was it bringing with it?

A memory of a day he spent with Masa-san flashed through Minato’s mind.

Yata Forest, where the crescent moon hang in the deep blue sky. The sound of rustling leaves sounded like the trees were welcoming them as the two walked along the white path illuminated by moonlight.

“Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you. I had a strange experience a long time ago. I haven’t even told Seiya and Ryouhei about it. They’ll probably think I’m crazy or just laugh at me and say I was dreaming. Will you listen to me?”

“I will.”

“You won’t laugh?”

“I won’t.”

Minato took a deep breath.

“I was a bit out of it that day, and when people told me that it was Setsubun today, I was like, ‘Huh?’ It seemed like I got the date wrong by a day, and I had no memory of the day before Setsubun.”

“Hmm.”

“After scattering the beans, I slept like usual, and the next thing I knew, I was paralyzed. My arms and legs were numb, and I couldn’t move my body at all. While I was panicking, I heard three sounds. It kind of sounded like something used in an old sci-fi movie. Then, all of a sudden, a beam of light hit me from right above my head to my feet with a ker-wham. Just as I was thinking Oh crap, what do I do, I heard the three sounds again, and then I was hit on the top of my head with a wham. I still couldn’t move my body, so I was thinking about reciting the Heart Sutra when my dad woke me up. Apparently I was crying out in my sleep.”

Masa-san’s eyes widened. He burst into laughter.

“So you laughed at me after all. I’m a chuunibyou even in my dreams.”

“No, I was laughing at the onomatopoeia. I wasn’t laughing at what you said.”

“Are you telling the truth?”

“I had a similar experience. I never told anyone about it, so it’s a secret.”

Masa-san began speaking.

I’ve told you before that when I was in my third year of high school, I got target panic and my master gave up on me. I’ve also told you that in my first year in university, my father sent me a notification of my brother’s death, but actually, when I was nineteen, I got into an argument with my master. I declared that I will never forgive the person who made my brother disappear and that I will take revenge, but my master just lectured me in the usual way, saying that revenge was a foolish thing and that my anger will burn me to death. I asked him why he had been ignoring it until now, and why is it that you, my own family, didn’t understand me. I showered my master with the hateful words that should have been directed towards my father. That ended up being our final conversation.

When I was twenty, in my second year of university, my master passed away. I overcame my target panic and received invitations from several kyudo schools to join them, but I had lost sight of the significance of drawing the bow. I kept asking myself why I was drawing a bow—and then I realized it. No, I finally admitted it. I wanted to be acknowledged as an archer by my “master Yasaka,” no one else. And that will never come true.

In the spring of my third year, I completed shooting a hundred arrows, but all I felt was a sense of emptiness. My father casually sent us letters, as if he was unaware of the despair and threat he posed to us. Was it okay to just do nothing? Would I have no choice but to take these negative feelings with me to the grave?

As summer approached, I began to deeply regret the last words I spoke to my master. Every time I entered the kyudojo, my body became stiff, and I found it hard to breathe. Before I knew it, I couldn’t sleep soundly, and the doctor’s comforting words and medicine didn’t make me feel better. My mother, unable to just watch, took me to a temple in Shikoku.

The chief priest was a quiet person. He read sutras in the morning and sat in front of the Buddha at noon and night. He would visit me from time to time, and we would talk about casual everyday things before going home. During that time, I remained lying on my bed.

Several choruses of cicadas passed by. Everything that lived was covered in shame, and I longed to disappear, but I couldn’t commit suicide for the sake of the family I would be leaving behind. At night, I closed my eyes, hoping that I would never wake up again. If I could at least forget everything, I could live.

I closed my mouth in the morning and laid down on the ground during the day and night.

Sleepless days. I couldn’t escape the memories that replayed over and over again.

One night, as I was looking back on my life and regretting every detail, I heard a voice coming from the upper left corner of my head. Just a single “Good.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was a strange feeling of empathy with each other.

Ah, that’s right. Someday, when the time was right, I can tell others about this day. When the truth dwells in Minato’s words.

When Masa-san finished, he grinned.

This was a secret between master and disciple.

“Good.”

“Good.”

The sixth voice was heard.

With three scales, arrows of light descended from the heavens and pierced through Minato’s body. His whole body went numb and his head became hazy.

The sounds came again.

When he decided to “come,” the arrows passed through his body and spread from the soles of his feet to the ground.

Meigen. That was the sound of the dawn.

Three sounds and arrows of light fell from the sky.

The arrows of light pierced my body.

The ultimate goal of kyudo was “the true, the good, and the beautiful.” True archery didn’t lie, deceive, or betray.

Truth in archery was proven by the brilliance of the bow, the tsurune, and hitting the target. What was true was beautiful, and what was good was also beautiful. Once you met the genuine article, you would never be confused again.

Hayake—Yips was a state in which the body became warped due to accumulated fatigue and stress, and the brain ends up malfunctioning. That was why beginners didn’t get target panic. It occurred when the brain remembered the experience of failure so strongly that it issued an emergency alert every time those memories replayed. This became a regular occurrence, and if proper treatment wasn’t taken, it would only get worse. In archery, hayake was called “target panic,” and it was an accurate description of this sickness.

The solution was to regulate one’s breathing. It was to get rid of the distortions in one’s body and allow the brain and body to rest.

There were actually very few people who could maintain a natural and comfortable posture. Regulating the autonomic nervous system and improving the functioning of the central nervous system was the key to good health. The autonomic nervous system referred to the nerves that were responsible for unconscious processes such as pulse, breathing, and digestion. The sympathetic nervous system was dominant during the day, and the parasympathetic nervous system was dominant when sleeping at night. The central nervous system were the nerves that acted like a command center, issuing commands to various parts of the body.

Anxiety and fear were a kind of self-protective instinct. Once living things experienced something scary or painful, they tried to avoid it next time. When it was overreacted to, they became stuck in the memories of the past, worried about the future, and unable to take even a step forward.

When you drove a car, you got too scared to drive if you thought about what would happen if you caused an accident. You made sure you were in good physical condition and inspected your vehicle before driving. Even so, if you caused an accident, you would have to pay for it for the rest of your life. If you were willing to accept all of that, everything else would become possible.

Cars run on gasoline or electricity, but what did the human body need to move? Oxygen. Oxygen produced heat. “Breathing” was an important way to obtain oxygen efficiently. Because modern people breathed with their chests, they were unaware that they were about to drown due to the lack of oxygen in their brains.

Let’s slowly take a deep breath.

You could see what you couldn’t see before.

You could touch what you couldn’t touch before.

The days I spent with you.

The days I will spend with you from now on.

Who should I thank for this happiness?

Right now, I’m breathing.

Blessed are the creatures that shed their fur.

They have rented lodgings on earth and eaten many lives.

Now, I offer a moment of silence.

The fourth shot began. The ten’s heartbeats grated.

Gradually, slowly, the surroundings were dyed in green, like vines were creeping around. This place, with its spreading leaves and blooming orange flowers, was just like the earth after humans have left.

Those who gathered in the Land of the Rising Sun. Kaito, who had just been born, let out a single cry. The roar that announced the joy of birth hit right in the middle of the target.

Ryouhei also raised his voice. What beautiful stars, what delightful companions. Now, let’s set off. Let’s row the boat. What kind of place would the new continent be? What kind of encounters await us?

Seiya followed suit. I knew you were worried about me. I was taking advantage of your kindness. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for getting angry.

Nanao was enjoying himself, happy, and sun—. The place I belong is where I draw my bow. I want it, I want it, I want it. But it didn’t come true. I got an abode that I should have given up sometime ago. Someone whispered to me that it’s okay to stay here, that there’s no need to leave so quickly. When he blew a whistle, the matooto resounded at the azuchi.

Minato was standing on the earth.

We are temporary residents who are renting a part of the earth.

His memory flew back to a few weeks ago, to something Saionji had said with blooming azaleas behind him.

“Narumiya-kun, please try to explain the ‘Heart Sutra’ to me.”

“Yes. The universe is emptiness. If you think something exists, it exists. If you don’t think it exists, it doesn’t exist. You can see it if you try to see it, and you can’t see it if you don’t try. It’s dyed in every color, and it’s not dyed in any color. The mind is emptiness. The mind is the body, and the body is the mind. Although they are considered different things, they used to be one and the same. The ‘box’ that is me contains all the necessary software. Now, recite the password called an incantation and open the box. The box will then start up normally.”

“That’s a bold interpretation. It’s very interesting. Continuing studying in that vein.”

“Thank you very much.”

“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about how you feel. That is the answer of the current you. Religion was originally meant to be a guidebook to help you live a better life.”

The mind and body were the same person.

The heart was responsible for pumping blood, the stomach was responsible for digesting food, and the brain was responsible for thinking. All were functions of internal organs, and each had a role. It was just that the roles were divided, and it didn’t mean that the brain was the best and the others weren’t. Confusion arose because only the brain was viewed as special.

Humans tended to rely on vision when obtaining information, and were creatures who liked to take things apart before observing them. However, if you were too short-sighted, you would lose sight of the true essence. If you take a step back, you could see the whole thing. Man and woman, good and evil, the surface and below, real and imaginary numbers, joy and anger, sadness and healing, health and illness, life and death, meetings and partings. Dualism was just one classification method, and the classification depended on the time and situation.

The two couldn’t be separated. They were intertwined from the start.

They were one from the beginning.

A spell was a mysterious word that went beyond human comprehension. Although words could be shown to have special power, the basis for the current phenomenon couldn’t be explained. Because it was “power beyond human understanding,” it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, much less put into words. Just because you couldn’t see, hear, or quantify it doesn’t mean that it “didn’t exist.” It was only latent, not yet manifested.

A text that had been simplified by an expert in the field by only extracting the important points was, on the contrary, even more difficult for beginners to understand. Rewording the text into concrete episodes, in other words, accumulating stories, helps to deepen understanding. Stories were the perfect tool to convey something. It was hoped that someday, someone would explain it in an easy-to-understand text.

Minato and Asahina’s arrows pierced their targets.

Ten people. Forty perfect hits.

This was in the exact region of a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

Viewing this amazing scene, there was a standing ovation in the spectators’ seats.

Ren, who was watching in the stands, squeezed his hands. Seiya’s brother Gaku hugged himself.

“It looks cold. How long will this continue?”

“…I hope it doesn’t end like this.”

No winner was decided, so it became a shoot-out. Each archer released a shot, and the school with the most hits won. If it couldn’t be determined in one round, it was repeated until the ranking was decided.

The oomae had begun to raise their bows.

Roaring bows. Arrows that cut through the wind. Summoning thunderclouds, colorful dragons swam through the archery range.

Dizzingly clear paths of light bounce, dance, and splashed. Legendary creatures ran to the end without turning around or stopping. The “insect” contained in the kanji for “wind” and “rainbow” meant dragon, and although they were feared as gods in the East and monsters in the West, they weren’t influenced by human expectations. Each went their own way. Their colors and speeds were different, but they all arrived at one place—somewhere bright.

Once more, everyone hit.

The people watching the ten, who never missed, felt a thirst in their throats. What were they witnessing? Did something like this truly exist? Were they becoming witnesses to history?

Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato faced the target.

The five melted into one and returned to that day. They were hearing Greensleeves.

Minato was talking to his mother in a dream.

“This song is about the moment when a disciple told their master the answer to a problem, right? I think the moment the master heard this, they smiled with joy.”

Greensleeves was a “Song of Naru.”

After completing his trials, the boy became an adult.

It was a rite of passage, an initiation.

Farewells and encounters were one and the same. On the winter solstice, the sun died and was reborn. Rather than having two sides, rather than being parallel, it was a chaotic thing that blended and mixed together. Today was like yesterday, and tomorrow was like today. Time didn’t exist there.

“Goodbye” was a magic word. It was devised from the beginning.

The sound of knocking on the door. A ringing sound.

Yearning, chasing, wishing.

Cowering, struggling, being doubted, despised.

Raging, despairing, cursing.

When you repent, mourn, accept death…

And give up.

Bow your head, love, and forgive. The door finally opens.

With a “welcome.”

Love meant forgiving yourself and others.

Could you embrace the person in front of you who you hated so much that you wanted to kill?

Those who cleared this final task were called “adults (saints)”. (3)

Admiration for the opposite sex and affection between parents and children were biological desires based on the perpetuation of descendants, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to love someone who had been kind to you. True friendship was rare and beautiful. Those who walked on the same path, master and disciple and friends. The two would be on a journey that would never end. The only difference was whether one went first or went later.

Even if one, two, three, or even four people finished, the match wasn’t decided.

The fifth, Asahina and Minato, began to raise their bows. They opened their chests wide and stretched their limbs in all directions. Two crosses emerged in the shajo dyed by the sunset. The boys flew into the sky. Migratory birds passed between the clouds, rivers meandering across the land, and cows grazing. A dragonfly rested its wings on the tip of an ear of wheat and flew away, seemingly uninterested in human activity.

A beautiful bow with a length unparalleled in the world. That was a divine implement. The sacred instrument inherited by archers chose its user. It looked for those with clear, unclouded eyes. The sun was a form of unconditional love. An existence that shined on everyone, both good or bad, without distinction. The Japanese called that star Amaterasu Oomikami.

When Minato’s arrow was sucked into its target, Asahina gently brought down his bow.

It was at that moment that Kazemai High School’s victory was decided.

Exclamations and screams arose at the long battle. The applause and cheers were deafening. In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, Seo, and Gaku were crying.

Kaito and Eddie, Ryouhei and Matsuda, Seiya and Kanuma, Nanao and Igarashi, and Minato and Asahina bumped gloves.

Asahina laughed. “That was so much fun. Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah, I had fun too.”

After they finished leaving the shajo, the first years Kanbayashi and Himuro ran up to them, and the members of Kazemai High School’s kyudo club hugged each other’s shoulders.

Minato and Kaito were screaming.

“Woooooooo!”

“Yeaaaaaah!”

“You don’t have to do your yagoe here. You’re hurting my ears,” Seiya chided them, but made no move to remove their hands from his shoulders. Ryouhei put his weight on them, causing the seven to lose their balance and collapse to the ground.

Nanao’s eyes were wet with emotion. It was not a little frustrating for him to be left out of the lineup in the preliminaries. He didn’t want to admit that he was frustrated, not wanting to show such an uncool part of himself, and unconsciously tried to keep up appearances. The other members all noticed this. They had the same feelings. Kaito, Seiya, Minato, Ryouhei, and even Himuro and Kanbayashi patted Nanao on the head. Nanao did the same thing back to them. Tommy-sensei watched the seven boys with a smile as they seemed to return to their childhood. Masa-san picked Nanao up and walked around with him. “Pick me up too!” Ryouhei badgered him.

The appearance of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club was deeply etched into people’s memories.

After the awards ceremony, Kazemai prepared to go home. The support group that brought the cars walked ahead, followed by the club members. The championship cup was held by the president, Seiya.

The feeling of elation couldn’t be contained. The scenery they usually saw was more color saturated and lacked a sense of reality. On the stage of the finals, all five of them achieved six shots without missing. This was exactly a dream came true.

As they were leaving the kyudojo, the Kirisaki members came to congratulate them. The Young Prince’s eyes were more melancholic than usual.

Ryouhei put his arms around Kaito and Nanao’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’m still excited. I feel like running.”

“Alright, let’s run home.”

“You guys are gonna get wiped out if you do that,” Kaito said, but he couldn’t remain still either and started walking faster.

Minato, Kanbayashi, and Himuro formed the tail end of the group. After the match, they walked slowly from exhaustion.

“I’ve been inspired. I’m going to become an archer like Narumiya-senpai.”

“You’re making too much of me. I’m not even close to Masa-san or Shuu.”

“All three of you are amazing.”

Himuro nodded wordlessly.

“Kyah, I’m sorry!”

Someone appeared, interrupting Minato and the others’ conversation. A girl passing by bumped into him when he wasn’t looking, it seemed. The contents of the plastic bottle she was holding spilled onto Minato, and he wiped the liquid with his sleeve.

“Your collar got soaked. Do you want to change?”

“Some of it got into my mouth, but it seems to be just water. It’ll dry right away.”

By the time they finished loading their bags into the car, Minato felt sluggish. He felt nauseous, and his whole body was itching. When he looked at the inside of his arm, he saw that a rash had broken out.

“What’s wrong with me? I feel itchy, and kinda sick…”

“Your neck is turning red! Should I call Takehaya-senpai? He might have some medicine.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ll wait until we get back.”

But soon, Minato was crouching down in a corner of the parking lot. Seiya, noticing that Minato and the others were acting strange, rushed over. Minato was clutching his throat as he crouched.

“What’s wrong, Minato!?”

“…I don’t know, but I feel sick and lightheaded.”

“Could it be heatstroke? Do you have a fever? How’s your stomach?”

“It’s hard to breathe…my throat…”

His voice was raspy and his breathes came in short gasps. Nanao rubbed Minato’s back, and the other members formed a human barricade to guard him. From Seiya’s perspective, he was experiencing system symptoms such as nausea, sweating, dizziness, rashes, and shivering. What was going on?

Seiya’s brother Gaku, who had gotten into the car earlier, also ran over and put his nose on the back of Minato’s neck.

“Seiya, wait. It’s really faint, but he smells different than usual. …It’s an unpleasant smell. What is this, ginkgo fruit?”

Seiya and Ryouhei looked at each other.

“Minato’s allergic to ginkgo!”

“That’s right. A long time ago, when our families went to pick ginkgo fruits, we were shocked when Minato got a rash even though he never touched them with his bare hands.”

“But there aren’t any ginkgo fruits this time of year,” Gaku murmured. “Are these symptoms of anaphylactic shock?”

Seiya’s expression froze.

Anaphylactic shock was a condition in which an allergic reaction to food or other allergens caused a drop in blood pressure and deterioration of consciousness.

Masa-san pushed through the human barricade and went to Minato. He was lying limp in the laps of Kanbayashi and Himuro. His face was chalk white.

“Sorry about this, Minato.”

Masa-san suddenly lifted up Minato’s hakama and pushed something that looked like a thick pen into his thigh. There was a click sound. Seiya widened his eyes, and Kanbayashi blinked rapidly.

“It’s a self-injection of adrenaline. I’m allergic to wasp poison, so I carry it around with me.”

Gaku got out his phone. “Coach Takigawa, thank goodness. Don’t worry, I’ll get him to the hospital right away.”

The injection seemed to have worked, and after a while Minato was able to sit up on his own. His breathing had settled down, and it seemed that his life was no longer in danger. Minato was escorted to the hospital by the Takehaya brothers.

Afterwards, the dashcam in one of the parents’ cars parked in the parking lot showed the girl who was holding the bottle. Despite repeated appeals that the water in the bottle was suspicious, the case was shelved without much investigation, as it was assumed that Minato had just accidentally ingested food that he was allergic to.

Seiya had a pained expression on his face.

“I know someone whose hobbies include hacking into surveillance camera data and using AI to analyze internet articles. The girl from the dashcam is a Kuon devotee. We also confirmed contact between a detective and a Kuon family servant. Apparently, the detective got their hands on ginkgo fruits from a university lab. It seems like there are all sorts of people at Kuon’s house.”

“Why Minato?” Ryouhei asked.

“It’s probably jealousy. The Young Prince only has one brother disciple. No one can take Minato’s place.”

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo stamped on the ground in frustration.

“I can’t believe we can’t do anything even though we know that much.”

“It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, I feel you. But wouldn’t it also be bad if the hacking is discovered?”

Masa-san, who had been listening silently until then, rubbed his cheek.

“We have to punish him hard for this.”

Kuon was spending the weekend at the villa.

“Has that woman’s identity been exposed? How useless. Hmm, no need to bother with a orthopedic surgeon’s son and a bunch of commoners.”

His phone rang, and the screen displayed a certain person’s name.

It was Fujiwara Shuu.

“Kuon Takumi, will you apologize to Minato?”

Perhaps it was because he was calling from somewhere far away, but there was so much noise in the background that it was hard to hear.

“What are you talking about? I’m on vacation right now. Do you mind if I ask you to refrain from calling?”

“He’s heading your way right now. I’m not going to be able to stop him.”

“He?”

Asahina and Eddie had pinpointed Kuon’s location. He was in a richly decorated mansion deep in the mountains. The heavy doors opened.

Masa-san leisurely walked from the central entrance to the front stairwell. A female servant of the mansion, suspicious of the smiling, cheerfully walking stranger, called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you a guest?”

“Hey there, young lady. I’m glad you seem to be doing well.”

“I’m afraid that I cannot let you through to the next room.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m very close to Takumi-kun.”

Masa-san smiled softly, and the servant felt cold air blowing on the back of her neck. Contrary to his words, his quiet anger was something that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

The woman screamed. “Takumi-sama, there’s a suspicious person here! Somebody help!”

Kuon sensed the man’s impending presence and hurried outside.

Masa-san got behind the men guarding Kuon and slammed his fist into the back of his liver. He dodged another man’s kick, and when he fell to the ground with a heavy thud, Masa-san jumped over the stair railing.

All the while, Kuon was running at full speed. His pursuer closed the distance in the blink of an eye, and Kuon, panicking, tripped on the grass and fell. Despite this, he still crawled on the ground, trying to escape, but couldn’t move forward.

Masa-san grabbed Kuon by the nape of his neck.

“Swear that you’ll never lay a finger on Kazemai’s students again.”

“O-Okay. I swear, so let me go first.”

When Masa-san loosened his grip, Kuon raised himself up and faced him directly. Immediately after, he saw the shadow of a muscular man behind Masa-san. Masa-san punched him in the face without looking back.

Kuon clutched at the soil.

“Who the hell are you!? There’s no way an ordinary person can do that!”

“I’m sure you know that I’m Kazemai’s coach. A long time ago, I learned self-defense. You don’t seem to realize what you’ve done.”

“Isn’t it just a little bit of itchiness? A long time ago, I had a classmate who got itchy after eating eggs, but it cleared up after a week. Isn’t this just a child’s adorable prank?”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve done the same thing in the past? Allergies can be life-threatening if you don’t take care of them properly. What you did was equivalent to poisoning him. Lately, I haven’t been able to control myself…whatever will I do?”

Masa-san put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a permanent marker, and after removing the cap, he placed the tip of the pen on Kuon’s cheek.

Approximately ten seconds later, Kuon’s face was covered with the same pattern as the one on the powder container Masa-san had received from his master. Yes, depending on how you looked at it, it looked like a bikini.

The look in Kuon’s eyes changed when he saw Masa-san turn on his phone.

“No way, you’re going to take a photo?”

“A souvenir. I borrowed the pen from Kazemai’s president, and it turned out to be a very tasteful picture, if I do say so myself.”

“You lowly citizen! I’ll call Father!”

“As you requested, I’ve already called him. ‘My foolish son has wronged your friend. Please scold him on my behalf,’ he said and invited me to this villa. Now that I’ve taken some pictures, I think I’ll send them to the Kirisaki twins.”

“Father would never… S-Stop it! Doesn’t Buddhism tell you to not take revenge even when something is done to you? Your real job is being a monk, isn’t it?”

“Everyone keeps calling me a monk, monk, monk. I’m not a monk, I’m a priest!”

As Masa-san’s finger was about to slide across his phone’s screen, the wind created by a helicopter made the leaves and branches of the mountains shake. It was a tremendous amount of dust. When he looked up, the door of the low-flying aircraft opened.

Shuu jumped down. His pale eyelashes were swaying.

“Kuon, if you’re going to use the power of your family, I won’t hesitate to borrow the power of my family as well. Have you forgotten my name?”

“…Fujiwara-senpai.”

Minato also peeked out from the helicopter.

“Masa-san, stop! Don’t do anything more than that! I haven’t learned pro wrestling yet.”

“Good grief, my disciples are always too soft!”

Masa-san and Shuu stood in front of Kuon, who bowed his head in resignation.

Young leaves danced in the sky.

Members of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club gathered at the Yata no Mori Kyudojo.

A fleeting time of overnight practice. The warm sunlight that poured down upon them made them sleepy.

“Oh, what happened to the boys?” Tommy-sensei asked Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo.

“They went to see the dormouse.”

Masa-san pressed his hand to his forehead. “They got too much power, don’t they? Let’s get started on dinner.”

“Yes.”

Minato and his friends were in the forest. They were standing in front of an old mountain hut.

Nanao pointed to the door of the hut.

“At dawn, I volunteered to go look for Miyama stag beetles. Then, I saw it there.”

“Wow, that early morning walk was all about collecting bugs? I’m glad I didn’t go,” Ryouhei said, patting his chest.

Minato asked him to let him sit on his shoulders and peered through the gaps in the tobukuro.* It was a nostalgic scene for Seiya, who was watching them from the side as he waited for his turn to sit on Ryouhei’s shoulders.

“You guys are way too big to do little kid stuff like this,” Kaito said to Seiya.

“You don’t have to look, Kaito.”

“…I guess it’s fine to take just one look.”

Keyaki and Kanbayashi were searching around for new discoveries, and Himuro was listening to the voice of the forest’s master.

The mountains were shining.

The mountains were singing.

By the time the owl woke up from its sleep, Minato and the others had dinner.

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[fumiko-matsubara]

Matsuoka Isami - OC Profile

Finally, a finished profile for my pretty boy~ The last one I made was more of a brief overview of Isami because he was still very new and I haven't thought much about him that time.

Now that I think about it, he might actually be my first post-canon OC (which is wild). So there isn't much of canon that I can take from, but I do get to do whatever I want with him. Hence, this post is bound to get edited every once in a while.

Matsuoka Isami (松岡 勇) ー selfish and unfiltered; he moves to the beat of his own drum!

"I don't like being indebted to anyone. Come with me after school, I'm getting you coffee as thanks."

Description

His father was the owner of the cafe Tsuchiya Kaho used to love going to. Due to alleged food poisoning, they have lost a valuable regular customer since. He's been awkwardly trying to bring her back but was constantly rejected.

Isami is all about fairness. He never does favours without getting something in return. At the same time, he never asks something from someone without doing something for them in return.

He's very observant and has no filter. He notices details that most people would miss and will point them out regardless of how others would feel about it.

Nickname: Milady/Princess (Eiji's idea)

Fukiyose Eiji thought he was being funny when he first called the selfish bastard a princess, but much to his chargin, Isami proudly carried that nickname with glee.

Birthday: April 12th

Height: 176 cm

Weight: 63 kg

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: ISTP-A

Favourite Subject: Social Studies

Least Favourite Subject: Maths

Interests and special skills: Watching bad movies and brutally criticising them, playing the tsugaru shamisen

Past Club: Soccer club

Treasured Item(s): A cikarkarpe * embroidered by his grandmother that was given to him on his 15th birthday

Favourite Food: Iced Americano

Bento or snacks: Snacks

(*) Cikarkarpe/チカルカルペ - Ainu robes made of cotton and fabric obtained through trade with Japanese merchants, not similar to Attus/アットゥㇱ, which are made of fibers harvested from elm tree barks.

Character Relationships

- Chiba Ryuunosuke (addressed as Ryuuchi) -

He sits in front of Chiba in class. They are similar in personality but are complete opposites in their behaviour. In which Chiba swallows his own concerns in consideration of other people's feelings, Isami couldn't careless of how others would feel as long as he gets his point across. Where Chiba would do things for others unconditionally, Isami seeks fairness when it comes to acts of service. But because they hang out a lot in school and outside of school, they slowly began to influence and learn from each other as time passes.

If it were any other contrasting person, Isami would have clashed heads with them constantly. But because Chiba is very empathetic and willing to understand Isami's side of things, they can always find a good compromise whenever disagreements were made.

Upon learning that they will be enrolling to the same university, Isami and Chiba began making plans of sharing an apartment in advance.

- Tsuchiya Kaho (addressed as Tsucchi) -

They never really interacted until high school but they have known of each other for almost three years since their fathers were friends.

Their relationship started off quite rocky in the beginning of the school year. But because they're both close to Chiba, they are always in close proximity and thus, naturally grew close to each other as the months go by. They bonded over watching horror movies.

These days, Kaho had been trying to get him into various overseas boy groups. They've become like tight-knitted gossip buddies. They are always seen together even when Chiba is not around.

- Fukiyose Eiji (addressed as Fukiyose) -

After 'stealing' his spot as Chiba's best friend 'by the process of elimination' (Isami: "whatever that's supposed to mean"), Eiji had claimed him as his archnemesis... although it's one-sided on his part.

But sometimes when he feels like it, Isami likes to push Eiji's buttons because he finds his explosive reactions amusing.

- Maehara Hiroto (addressed as Tardy Boyfriend) -

In his second year of junior high, Isami's school had once arranged a practice game with Kunugigaoka's soccer team. They actually never spoke, but Maehara left quite an impression on Isami when he came in very late to the game... only because he got distracted with his girlfriend at the time.

Fashion Check

From his hair to how he wears his clothes, Isami is very high maintenance and cares so much of his appearance. Because of his high waist, he keeps his school blazer open and wears a cardigan underneath to make his torso look longer.

In the summer, he barely keeps his shirt tucked in.

Street clothes

From the beginning, Isami favours clothing made of wool fabric, with turtlenecks and sweaters being among his most frequent wears. Pairing them with loose dress pants and the berets he likes to wear sometimes gives him a very typical academia style, which is quite fitting given his love for consuming creative works.

Hair

His current hairstyle is a result of blowdrying his curly hair into loose waves. He typically keeps it tucked behind his ears. But when he dresses up, he sometimes ties it into loose braids or in a high ponytail. He only wears his hair natural during the weekends and holidays.

Isami has very broad shoulders, but the volume of his hair when he lets it down makes it less obvious.

Members of the Matsuoka family

Father: Cafe shop owner - Matsuoka Hayato (松岡 早人)

Mother: Interior Designer - Hirame Chisa (平目 チサ)

Siblings: 4 older brothers - Utano (侑多乃), Asaya (亜紗弥), Otoha (乙葉), Emu (笑夢)

His father's cafe is Isami's favourite hang out place. There's a spot inside the shop where he's typically stationed during his free time so he could watch movies in peace. He spends so much of his time there that sometimes, he ends up dealing with misbehaving customers himself when he sees the employees becoming overwhelmed.

Isami and Utano are 10 years apart:

Utano is already married and with a daughter of his own.

‌Asaya lives with his girlfriend in Shinjuku.

‌Otoha switched from competitive dance to choreography after recovering from a career-ending injury (pelvic fracture) in high school.

‌Emu moved back to Hokkaido and entered university. He is aiming to become a curator at an ainu cultural museum in Asahikawa.

A hidden side of Matsuoka Isami

⇑ Every once in a while, Isami would be so invested in a movie or a show, he'll grow emotionally attached to its characters, to a point that any slight convenience will result to him bursting into tears.

Throughout the years:

Kawadate High School

Togyō Institute of Technology ※ He opened his YouTube channel while enrolled in university and works part-time at his father's shop.

Togyō Institute of Technology Graduate School ※ He had been conflicted about moving back to Hokkaido for so long that he ended up not knowing what to do with his supposed civil engineering career now that he obtained his academic degree. He is currently considering pulling himself from the post-graduate program.

Content creating gradually became his full-time job ※ He used to borrow Chiba's recording equipment to make videos, until he had earned enough to buy his own.

Throughout high school, Isami had a following on social media where he takes in movie requests, whether it's good or bad, and writes a review for them after watching. This soon sparked his interest for making video essays and movie commentarys, where he gets to critique and express his thoughts on selected creative works in great detail.

Fumiko's Behind the scenes data

Both his parents were from different parts of Hokkaido, but met and wedded in Tokyo. Isami, as well as his brothers, are of Ainu descent from their mother ー and that fact alone led to complications in their parents' marriage due to issues with their father's family in Sapporo, resulting in their father cutting ties with his family, their mother not adopting the Matsuoka surname, and them making the effort to connect with her family in Asahikawa instead during the holidays

Isami was born prematurely during their visit to Asahikawa in the spring. He and his mother had to be confined in the hospital for months and thus couldn't return to Tokyo with the rest. Only his older brother of three years, Emu, gets to stay with them as he's the only one not having to attend school or kindergarten. However, their confinement took too long that Emu started kindergarten in Asahikawa and refuses to leave. Hence, Isami was already four years old when he saw Tokyo for the first time.

He's a long time superfan of Wagakki Band and has attended every single one of their new year's concerts since becoming a fan in 2013.

‌He's quite popular with both men and women. He used to receive a handful of gifts during valentines despite previously attending an all-boys school.

He doesn't have any subject he's particularly bad at. But because he finds their Math teacher's handwriting very difficult to read, Isami gradually began to hate the subject.

He once got blasted on social media for saying he dislikes the live action movies of the popular Sonic Ninja franchise.

[x0401x]

Hello, can you tell me about who's tsucchi? And what's her relationship with masaki? Also who's tecchi? I think her name didn't exist in the list of new character

Hi! Tsucchi is Masaki’s former senior from high school. Their relationship is basically that they keep baring their fangs at each other and it’s literally the most amusing thing to watch (read). You think Seiya is hostile to Masaki? You haven’t seen shit. This woman is unhinged and Masaki doesn’t hold back with her like he does with Seiya, lol.

As to why they’re like that, it’s because Tsucchi, being from the same school as Masaki and also part of the archery club during the exact time when the world was crumbling over his head, knows stuff. She knows he had to change his name entirely and she can tell that there’s some big bad shit up with him, but she doesn’t know what it is exactly. She’s trying to figure out what his deal is, but of course, he doesn’t want her to know. So she kinda attempts to poke her nose into it but she has her reasons, and he obviously acts up in order to keep her away from his business. And they also kinda have this enemy vibe because rival teams. They only interact three times in the novel, yet it’s glorious.

And about Tecchi, she’s a minor character who used to be in the archery club and was jealous of Tsucchi, so she started harassing her on the internet. Shit hits the fan and they end up meeting in real life, but it’s Masaki who actually solves the fight. That’s where he and Tsucchi meet again for the first time since high school. By the way, he still calls her “Ena-senpai”.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

IT IS JOHZENJI MATCH OH HOW I'VE MISSED TSUCCHI AND JIRI

[mihotose]

johzenji!

(credit to bluecatkate)

[bloodlily16]

While it’s really heartwarming that Tsucchi gives Mob that talk about it being okay to fight her with all he’s got, I’m giggling because I know that, as soon as I unpause the video, she’s going to get her stuff wrecked. 

[glitch-writes]

I finally changed my ao3 name! I’m now gIitch on ao3, with a capital ‘i’ for the l cause “glitch” and “glitched” were taken. I also changed my ko-fi to “glitchwrites”. 

[ecargmura]

My Deer Friend Nokotan Episode 9 Review - The Sports Festival Or-deer-al

I can’t believe that this episode actually doesn’t have segments and that the entire episode revolves around one big event, that being the Sports Festival. I guess this is to make up for the lack of the DeerColle that they missed out back in Episode 7.

I always find it amusing how Koshitan is pretty much a misfortune magnet. Nothing ever comes her way positively. She plans everything out for the sports festival? Not happening. Wants the Sports Festival to run smoothly? Not with Nokotan around. Not only is Koshitan the butt of misfortune, the other characters that get picked on get their fair share of misfortune like Neko and Yoshiharu.

I think Nokotan was at her funniest here. She’s just crashing Koshitan’s expectations of the school festival into the drain. My favorite part was when Koshitan was participating in the obstacle race and noticed that there was an antler bomb. Nokotan showing up behind her in her muscular, Jojo-like appearance was super hilarious. Megumi Han’s experience of voicing young boys really paid off here as she makes her voice boyish and deep for the gag.

Additional small details I liked are Chiharu being the biggest Nokotan simp and taking photos of her a world-record speed, Mitsu being in the family members race, and Neko protecting Tsucchi. Now that Koshitan’s former delinquent self has been exposed but having positive reactions to it, Koshi might age ten more years after this—maybe twenty. Her existential crisis of wondering why she was hiding her true self all along was hilarious. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[mushroom-bee-art]

Johzenji Drinking Headcanons

Terushima Yūji

Drink of choice: daiquiris, pina coladas, margaritas, sex on the beach, mojito, anything fruity

Terushima divulges into a horny ass stupid mother fucker that won’t stop drinking fruity shit when he’s drunk. He can handle a surprisingly large amount of alcohol, though that doesn’t mean he handles it well. He’s everywhere, bouncing off the walls, pestering Haru and Jiri, vibing with Boba, but normally, as odd as it is, he tends to group with Tsucchi. The chaos levels just rise and rise and rise. Completely horrible at any and all drinking games, though he thinks he’s a god at them.

Bobata Kazuma

Drink of choice: dos equis because he wants to be the most interesting man in the world, really goes for anything though

Boba is everywhere. One minute he’s with Teru and Tsucchi and the next he’s dancing with some random girl he’s never seen in his life and then he’s hitting on Haru just to get on his nerves. He’s a horrible dancer, though he argues he should be on a talent show with how well he can control himself when he’s drunk. He can’t. He pukes a lot too. Constant puking, but he never learns his lesson and keeps drinking. His hangovers are like hell. May or may not black out. Nobody knows how he makes it home safely. A fucking god at drinking games, no matter how far gone he is.

Futamata Takeharu

Drink of choice: old fashioned. A simple man he is.

Haru always vibes with Jiri. Neither of them are big drinkers, but they just want to hang out with their friends so a nice old fashioned at the bar while they watch the chaos commence suits them well. He stays relatively calm, though will partake in Boba’s crap if he feels like it. He tries to convince Higashi and Yoshi to drink old fashions every single time but they always refuse. He cried once. Will eat edibles with Jiri, too.

Higashiyama Katsumichi

Drink of choice: straight whiskey. Something strong.

He’s not as much of a masochist as Yoshi, but he loves the burn of strong beverages. The two of them normally hang out together and watch the others wreak havoc; it’s the only time the two of them really acknowledge the other’s existence. If they’re sober they pretend the other just isn’t there.

Numajiri Rinatō

Drink of choice: right there with haru and his old fashioned

He likes to hang out with Haru since they like to drink more calmly than the others, and old fashioneds are their go-to. If he’s feeling a bit adventurous he will occasionally participate in keg stands, and he’s a fucking god at it and can and will empty a keg before you can even blink. He can handle his alcohol pretty well, won’t puke like Bobata, and generally has hangovers that are pretty easy to deal with.

Īzaka Nobuyoshi

Drink of choice: with higashi on the whiskey, or bourbon. Anything strong.

He just wants his throat to be so on fucking fire he can’t talk.

Tsuchiyu Arata

Drink of choice: fruity shit like teru

He’s literally the opposite of sober Tsucchi when he’s drunk. This smooth motherfucker will slide into your irl dms so fast you won’t even notice it, and neither will he. He’s oftentimes releasing pure and utter chaos on everything with Teru, chugging all the fruity drinks the bartender is willing to supply them with. He can handle his alcohol for a surprisingly long time, and will hold it until the very last minute where he’ll probably be in the bathroom for a good ten or fifteen minutes with a throat on fire with stomach acid.

[tsunflowers]

ultra defense team oc

tsuda tsubaki, pilot

lesbian

everyone’s big sister

allergic to wearing her uniform jacket bc "it's hot"

gets written up for dress code infractions every day but will never change

wears all pink when off duty

background is in stunt flying

loses things really easily to the extent that her gf usually has the keys to her plane

this is fine bc they fly together with tsubaki piloting and makoto (gf) manning the guns

believes she can drive/fly anything and while she’s technically capable she drives like a maniac

girlfriend calls her tsucchi

[dailyknbpictures]

KnB girls

[moja-co]

川崎のこと、「治安が悪い」って言ってるの、絶対横浜市民でしょ、って言う偏見を持っていたのだけど、偏見では無く事実だったw https://twitter.com/tsucchi/status/1431614194047074316

[kimbapisnotsushi]

johzenji hcs <3

it is hardcore missing numajiri rintarou and tsuchiyu arata hours so y'know what that means??? johzenji headcanons let's go!!

johzenji is effectively divided between "mostly good intentions but sometimes still needs to be bonked on the head" and "does the bonking on the head and Constantly Apologetic™"

the bonkees: terushima, bobata, futamata the bonkers: jiri, higashi, tsucchi, izaka

(runa joins the bonkers once she grows into her confidence. she's getting there)

bobata, sliding into terushima's dms at 2 a.m.: ahaha you up? ;) terushima: is this about the math hw bobata: I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND ANYTHING PLEASE HELP

komaki of kakugawa also has bonking rights bc kakugawa kind of pseudo-adopted runa after she and hyakuzawa became friends

komaki to runa: "hey you're always welcome here, thanks for being such a good friend to hyakuzawa, if you ever need help let me know okay?" komaki to johzenji: "all right you fuckwads prepare to get your asses BEAT"

higashi and narita are friends and nobody knows how it happened, but the team always finds higashi texting him a lot and laughing over stupid jokes and higashi is always telling them about some cool new song that narita recommended him -

okay so maybe higashi likes him a little bit more than as just a friend

futamata keeps stealing higashi's phone to text narita pickup lines

higashi, panicking: "what does it mean when he asks you to make a spotify playlist with him?" jiri, thinking about the time asamushi sent him a link to a playlist where the first letter of every song name aligned to spell 'go fuck yourself': "he's declaring war on you"

nobody would really care that higashi and narita like each other but. for some reason kinoshita and futamata do NOT get along. they always almost 1v1 each other whenever karasuno and johzenji meet

it would be funny if it didn't stress out tsucchi out so much bc he and noya are the ones in charge of making sure either futamata or kinoshita don't like. actually end up decking each other or whatever

terushima is constantly texting misaki ominous updates like "it's okay nobody got arrested yet!!" or "dw the gym is NOT on fire and that's what counts" and misaki gets a year taken off her life every single time

the day terushima showed up to practice with a tongue piercing was the day okudake decided to retire as early as possible as captain

[mihotose]

“our banner is so laaame. let’s get a new one already”

“like what?”

“something in english?”

“isn’t ‘simplicity and fortitude’ cool though?”

(credit to bluecatkate)