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The Architecture of Rain World: Layers of History
A major theme in Rain World's world design that often goes overlooked is the theme of, as James Primate, the level designer, composer and writer calls it, "Layers of History." This is about how the places in the game feel lived-in, and as though they have been built over each other. Here's what he said on the matter as far back as 2014!
The best example of this is Subterranean, the final area of the base game and a climax of the theme. Subterranean is pretty cleanly slpit vertically, there's the modern subway built over the ancient ruins, which are themselves built over the primordial ruins of the depths. Piercing through these layers is Filtration System, a high tech intrusion that cuts through the ground and visibly drills through the ceiling of the depths.
Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets, the friendly local ghost, tells the player of the "bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks," highlighting this theme of layering as one of the first impressions the player gets of Subterranean. Barely minutes later, the player enters the room SB_H02, where the modern train lines crumble away into a cavern filled with older ruins, which themselves are invaded by the head machines seen prior in outskirts and farm arrays, some of which appear to have been installed destructively into the ruins, some breaking through floors.
These layers flow into each other, highlighting each other's decrepit state.
The filtration system, most likely the latest "layer," is always set apart from the spaces around it. At its top, the train tunnels give way to a vast chasm, where filtration system stands as a tower over the trains, while at the bottom in depths, it penetrates the ceiling of the temple, a destructive presence. (it's also a parallel to the way the leg does something similar in memory crypts, subterranean is full of callbacks like that!)
Filtration system is an interesting kind of transition, in that it is much later and more advanced than both of the areas it cuts between. This is a really interesting choice from James! It would be more "natural" to transition smoothly from the caves of upper subterranean to the depths, but by putting filtration system in between, the two are clearly demarcated as separate. The difference in era becomes palpable, the player has truly found something different and strange.
Depths itself is, obviously, the oldest layer not only of subterranean but of the game itself. The architecture of Depths has little to do with the rest of the game around it, it's a clear sign of the forgotten civilisations that our friend Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets showed us, there's not actually that much to say about it itself, it's mostly about how it interacts with the other layers of subterranean.
That said, Subterranean is far from the only case of the theme of layers of history. It's present as soon as the player starts the game!
The very first room of the game, SU_C04, is seemingly a cave. It is below the surface, the shapes of it are distinctly amorphous rather than geometric. (well. kind of, it doesn't do a very good job of hiding the tile grid with its 45 degree angles.)
But let's take a closer look, shall we?
See that ground? it's made of bricks. The entire cave area of outskirts is characterised by this, the "chaotic stone" masonry asset is mixed with brickwork, unlike the surface ruins which are mostly stone. This, seemingly, is an inversion of common sense! The caves are bricks and the buildings are stone. This is not, however, a strange and unique aspect but a recurring motif.
This occurs enough in the game for it to be clearly intentional, but why would materials such as bricks be used in otherwise natural looking terrain?
The answer lies in the "Layers of History" theme. This is in fact, something that happens in real life, and it's called a tell
To be specific, a tell is a kind of mound formed by settlements building over the ruins of previous iterations of themselves. Centuries of rubble and detritus form until a hill grows from the city. Cities such as Troy and Jericho are famous examples. The connections to the layers of history theme are pretty clear here, I think. Cities growing, then dying, then becoming the bedrock of the next city. The ground, then, is made of bricks, because the ground is the rubble of past buildings. The bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks!
#rain world#rainworld#rain world lore#rainworld lore#rw lore#rw#subterranean my beloved#thank you to videocult for making the first survival game themed around stratigraphy and new york city rats#i would've gone on for another paragraph about how OE relates to this but like.#that's dlc stuff#and i still think of the dlc stuff as modded content lol#better to keep it separate#also this analysis is not comprehensive! the layers of history stuff is common throughout#there's farm arrays there's the relationship between shaded citadel and five pebbles there's the stuff buried under garbage wastes#so much more#unfortunately i do not have much energy lol
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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 7x01 | âLessonsâÂ
#btvsedit#btvs#buffythevampireslayeredit#buffy the vampire slayer#creations#buffyseries#buffysource#dailybtvs#slayerdaily#dawn summers#buffy summers#as we head into the home stretch i am going to preface that i am an s7 hater. outside of the spuffy content mama this season is garbage#HOWEVER. COMMA BUT.#rewatching this episode i thought this was way better than i remembered#like for a season opener it's still low- but i'd rank is similarly to welcome to the hellmouth or when she was bad#so it's a decent buffy episode.#i thought the reopening of SD high works better in this episode than for the rest of the entire season#and after the events of 'grave' this episode gives me exactly what i wanted in terms of the dawn/buffy dynamic#it's very unfortunate that the rest of the season doesn't really carry on buffy's promise to show dawn the world#but this premiere really captures that essence#rewatching this episode did lure me into a false thought that i had possibly misjudged s7. then i watched beneath you right after and went.#no. still bad.
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my first daily roller (and friends!) before april first ! who knows where hr waits before april anyway?
not guaranteed daily. originally intended for my main, but i do have a toontown blog for a reason so i'll use it. training myself to be okay with shittier art that just gets the point across without the need to be perfect as well. also this is an actual sc i took going into the farlands before my minecraft fucking bricked itself by being there
#these are all meant to be removed content characters#or characters locked behind events#admittedly#i forgot the counts. sorry.#its daylight so they cant show up sorry guys#my reasoning for winston being here by the way#is that their cutscene is clearly aware of the video game medium#letting it glitch all over the place. no other cogs do this other than anyone in FTF or high roller phasing through floors#and those are already noncanonical events#i like to view clash as like.#either a real place or partially aware of its video game mechanics. like the world. to the characters its just reality. however i like to#imagine that winston has an awareness of this somewhat that they cannot comprehend#just to kind of tie back to their sp.amton/je.vil inspiration she seems to have . whatever. characters and genre i like. let me Imagine#things. ok?#that being said being corrupted fits with the farlands. soooo. yaaay.#this is where cogs go when theyre taken out of the game or are waiting to come back ok#excuse to draw obscure faves.#clancy doesnt even have a wiki page. lord.#i originally wanted to do this with just winston or cathal. to me it fits winston well and as for cathal. cathal is my mc username and skin#these are not meant to be 'good' posts or whatever btw. ill ramble here all i want with my garbage quick art just so im#more fine with doing as such and not feel like i gotta conform to social media as it affects me a lot unfortunately#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#high roller#low baller#redd heir wing#ottoman#chief of dollars#witness stand in#HES HIDDEN!!!
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Fortune
#WAHOO new durge to celebrate new pc#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 durge#the dark urge#man i had no idea how terrible my old build was my monitor was GARBAGE compared to this one and my new graphics are sooooo much better like#its a whole new world lmfao#unfortunately i am struggling getting windows to point my storage in the right direction and i dont have photoshop anymore w my actions ):#i had to use the portable version just to sharpen this....pain
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how do i tell my roommate that her cat repeatedly pissing on and destroying my things is something that people usually offer to clean or replace or apologize for instead of shrugging off
#there's always garbage scattered along the floor she has a million shoes that somehow end up under my bed#she fucking leaves her cat alone for days and days bc 'if he gets hungry he'll rip open the cat food bag' ?????#her cat killed one of her turtles bc of their shitty housing and the other one's visibly terrified to bask in the fucking#led light that gives off no heat that i TOLD her was wrong and unhealthy months ago#she never cleans said turtle's tank even though the algae bloom is currently insane#her shit takes up like 80% of the room for exactly zero reason#and i cant use my closet because rascal pissed in it over the month long break and she did nothing about it#meaning the whole closet smells so much like piss that any clothes that stay there will smell like piss#it's fucking filthy in here and she never cleans obviously but it also makes it harder for me to clean bc her shit's everywhere#can you please maybe just take some of the trash out before you go cheat on your boyfriend please#(<- at least im pretty sure that's what's going on? might be more of an open relationship)#your cat is fucking violent and filthy because you never hang out with him or clean anything#and next year i'll be gone (im Not living like this for another year) and someone else is going to put you into debt#charging you for the things your cat ruined or they're going to abuse him again and you don't even seem to care#bc you're too busy buying sorority merch and thinking about new tattoos and shit#i want broke ppl to have fun and to buy/do things that make them happy but her negligence literally has a body count now#bc she refuses to keep a turtle she's had for over a year in anything but shallow unprotected tupperware#a small glass tank isn't that expensive especially not compared to tattoos!! you Can save for this#and more importantly you Should have saved for this before getting a fucking living thing in your house#she kept her dead turtle rotting in our room for about three weeks. just. in a cup by the sink#and there's nowhere the cat can't reach so im terrified every time i leave that he's gonna piss on my mattress or something#that i'd be financially responsible for (or else that'd leave the poor inheriter of this room in filth) and couldn't really clean properly#and unfortunately i like talking to her so much and im so dogshit with confrontation that i never say anything#world's biggest sucker award!! fucking. christ on a cracker#like he's pissed on my SHOES. he's scratching up everything in here#and i don't want to pay outta my ass or spend a bunch of time trying to fix her cat for her#because contrary to popular belief i have shit to do!! i do not have the energy to have a cat That's Why I Don't Have One!!!!!#and i can't go to the RA bc she's not supposed to have any of these animals#if rascal gets taken from her chances are he's gonna get euthanized at our local shelter and i can't take him in bc of my dogs#but why doesn't she ever stop to think about how this might be affecting me?? my standards are not that high!!!!
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âHave you been drawing lately?â No Iâve been mapping out an incredibly complex route for obtaining every colored pearl in the artificer campaign for rain world on my 97.47 X 42 inch procreate file which has about 21.5 hours of tracked time on it
#I have the inventory mod but I only have 6 slots on this save#Thankfully I have unlimited passages once I get my first one#but this is still a nightmare to pull off#I went through underhang for the first time ever though#This map is unfortunately a little lower in quality because my canvas was sized for the gourmand map which is much longer#I still need to map out the route for industrial pipeyard and garbage wastes#rain world#not art related
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Hello! I saw your post in #online scam about someone by the name of craftpatch1 saying they want to use your work for inspiration. This is a known scam known as the 'muse scam' that I covered on @scam-alerts! Anyone offering you money to use photos or works as 'inspiration' offering you a cheque or asking you for your paypal is 100% trying to scam you. If you'd like to read more about this scam, here's the post: https://www.tumblr.com/scam-alerts/767337113218940928 take care!
thank you, i appreciate it
#i fleed instagram thinking tumblr was safer but apparently garbage people followed me here so that's nice#unfortunately i am so paranoid now that even scam alerts sound like scam to me#i guess my trust issues are NOT going to be something i will be working on this year đ#thanks a lot suckers#i never used to be the kind of person to get scammed but ever since i started reblogging palestine stuff shit doesn't stop#instagram tumblr email paypal everywhere#this is why i don't do public activism i don't get involved with things that put me at risk#which is why i wasn't aware of this scam or how âknownâ it is#and quite frankly it makes me feel stupid when i fall into something and people are like âyea this is actually well known and documentedâ#like okay lol my bad nobody told ME ?#i'm sick of it i don't even want to be online i was just trying to contribute towards a better world#it's not like it's even fun being here anymore#answered
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How I almost committed aggravated assault with a deadly weapon

He wanted me to put this shit on and this mfer lucky he only saw a hot school girl uniform and didn't recognize the anime it's from. Instant divorce narrowly avoided
#there was no real weapon BUT I came pretty close to lighting that package on fire using a lighter and some hair spray#was reminded of this incident today because unfortunately I live in a world where this garbage is getting a S2 next year#Fml#thinking about how I have to stay away from anything anime related that season to avoid having a stroke#PERIODIC RANT. OVER đ
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My favourite alternative news resources for staying informed:
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Notes on the Crises â Nathan Tankus (economist and self-taught monetary policy expert.) This is a finance-focused publication that has pivoted to full-time coverage of Elon Musk's activities within the treasury. It has been one of the first places to break news of Musk's activities and has been cited in the lawsuits against him.
Popular Information â Judd Legum (founder of the now-defunct ThinkProgress.) Highly influential investigative reporting; also publishes the newly-minted Musk Watch, focused on Elon Muskâs activities.
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#original post#long post#update post#garbage day#ryan broderick#404 media#sam cole#what the fuck just happened today#law dork#erin in the morning#notes on the crises#popular information#public notice#wired#Chris Geidner#erin reed#nathan tankus#judd legum#aaron rupar
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High School Oblivion ⸝ Gojo Satoru x reader




description áŻâ
while going through his high school yearbook when helping his mother clean out their storage, Gojo's hands get stuck on a page with a picture of this one particular person. he cannot help but reminisce about the past as now a 30 year old and wonder how things could have turned out if everything went down differently.
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fluff, sfw, implicated angst, really mild angst, enemies to friends, one sided love, pining, academic rivals, lowkey bully Gojo, teasing and name callingânothing really extreme, high school au, frenemies really, usage of fem oriented pronouns, reader is depicted as a fem presenting person, reader is depicted shorter than Gojo, written basically from Gojo's pov, time skips, nosebleed, sorry but use of y/n l/n i know that can be cringy but whatever.
đ Playlist I used while writing this.

Satoru is a good son. In fact, he's kind, diligent, genuine, obedient, and- "Stop trying to slack off and get back to work." Well, his mother might disagree.
"You cannot be asking me to help you and also boss me around mom." Satoru says with a signature pout. Having Gojo Satoru as your son and raising him, doesn't really immunize a person to his pouts. Or maybe his mother is biased because he looks exactly like his father when he's trying to sway her as well and he pulls out what seems to be a Gojo family weapon. But naturally she has her own defenses.Â
"I'm only making you do this because you left all this behind yourself Sato, why didn't you take some of this or clean it when you moved out?"
"Wow just because I am a grown adult I cannot believe my own mother is treating me like one. Wow, what has the world come to." Satoru exclaimed like the drama queen he is.Â
"Stop being dramatic and help me properly you know I can't lift up all these boxes you have essentially filled with garbage. Clean out these last 3 boxes piled up in categories of what you need and what to throw out, I'll go check on your father."
It seems his whining doesn't always work on his mother the way it does on his father. Oh well. Though this has been such a nostalgic Sunday, being back in his childhood home, well second one, the neighborhood he grew up in for the better part of his teenage and young adulthood, getting forced into helping out his mother, and the smell of his father's cooking on a weekend. Time might as well revert back.
While cleaning out one of the, what seems never ending, boxes of childhood belongingsâ Gojo Satoru stumbles upon something he hasn't seen in probably 12 years. His high school yearbook.
It is a natural thing to go into the realm of nostalgia when stumbling upon things like this. Flipping through the pages he really grasps how much he has already forgotten. I mean that is given, it's been 12 years since he graduated. It takes him 12 months to find his lost socks.
Looking through the pictures he realizes how much everything has changed. The length of Suguru's hair has changed, as well as Shoko's. Nanami has gotten more chiseled or tired; he cannot say exactly, Utahime finally has a decent haircut. And look at him! Oh how naive he was, look at those big blue eyes with nothing behind them, covered by those obnoxious pairs of shades. Maybe some things haven't changed, never mind. He's probably never letting go of his obnoxious collection of shades.
As he flips through the pages his fingers get stuck on a particular page. And the memories just come flooding in without any effort.
[BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL, fifteen years ago]
Gojo Satoru saw you for the first time at the school gates on his first day during first year, at a new high school.Â
He was not very fond of the idea of going to school in a new city, away from the place he grew up in, unfamiliar people, and joining in the middle of the year when everyone has already somewhat settled down, it unnerved him. Unfortunately, throwing a fit about staying in a house his parents already sold and made all the arrangements to move to another place, couldn't help him much. Â
Some random kid showing up in the middle of the year is just a recipe to be bullied, or at least be prone to such jabs. He had decided prior to his first day, that he would go in with a stone cold face and be brave through this. Or, plan B.
While he was heavily contemplating standing in front of the main gate, the last bell already rang, he was officially late for his first day. Well he arrived a lot earlier, then somehow everyone passed by him and the final bell rang and he just stood there. And he was thinking about making a run for it, that was the plan B, taking a train back to Tokyo, and from there on he will figure it out. His parents will definitely know, find him, maybe this ordeal will finally make them understand how serious he was about not settling in here, even if that came at the cost of being grounded for life.Â
Satoru almost turned around to walk away from his new high school, his new cityâ his new home essentiallyâ that is when a breeze of air gushed past him. When he looked forward, past the gates of the school, there was a fluff of hair, in the said school's uniform with a bag in her hands; dangling and teetering to fall on the ground, a key chain bouncing by one of the zippersâ cute little orange cat, bouncing on her bag. She was running with all her might to make it, unlike him. That is all he saw of her, but he smelled much more. The lingering smell of her perfume, or soap or just- whatever it may be.Â
Lemons? Bergamot maybe. Distinctly citrus, not the sour kind, or the room freshener kindâ a sweet smell of ripe citrus in the summer sun, kind of citrus. And flowers, peonies to be exact, that was very apparent.Â
Satoru, to this day, has never smelled that kind of tantalizing fragrance. To this day, he still remembers exactly how he stood there dumb; eyes wide open, mouth agape, and nothing but citrus with peonies haunting his chemoreceptors.
That day he tried to run after you, to put a name and face to the fragrance that in an instant hypnotized him, and to return that orange cat. Unfortunately, the teetering little cat keychain did fall off your bag, and when he ran after you to return it, he couldn't catch up to your haste. And since that day he didn't see you until a whole month passed.Â
That month he met his lifelong circle of friends, his best of friends. But it wasn't easy for neither of the sides to become acquainted, he was in a broody depressed rage about shifting and had already made up his mind that âwell everyone must hate me�� â teenagers. Anyway, the first day he sat beside Geto Suguru he barked at Suguru for no reason, poor suguru was just being friendly and kind. So yes that broke into a little kerfuffle, got a lot of scolding from their homeroom teacher, Mr. Yaga. Later Suguru still dragged Satoru with him to eat lunch with his friends.Â
This is important to the story because, nostalgia and well, Satoru realized you were literally in the class next door, because of Shoko.
One day, when Suguru and him were irritating Kento, with a giggly Haibara, it took him only 2 weeks to drop his âyou don't understand momâ & âi am above you peopleâ act.
don't get it wrong, he still thinks he's better than most people, which isn't entirely wrong but god is it annoying. And that is exactly how you felt about Gojo Satoru upon your first impression of him.Â
On that fateful day you went to look for Shoko, and found her, as usual at the school basketball court with her friends, with an addition of white fluff. You had heard of Gojo Satoru a lot at that point, the girls in your class went to gather out of their class to check him out, from what you heard he picked a fight with Suguru that day. Off the get go you did not think much of him, probably some pretty face with connections and money to spare by getting into unnecessary trouble.Â
Satoru didn't see you entering the basketball court that day, but he smelled you. In the past month there had been few instances where his nostrils would be randomly engulfed by that citrusy peony smell, and he would halt in his pace to whip his head around to find the source. But alas, by the time he would turn around, you'd be nowhere to be found, and your perfume would slowly fade out.Â
And here you were, in all your physical tangible glory, for a second Satoru was taken aback seeing you thereâsomewhere somehow, before your fragrance could reach him, something about you struck him right in his throat. Maybe it was his subconscious, but he halted right where he was, mid match with Kento and Suguru. When was the ball snatched away from him, or when your bergamot and peonies perfume took over his senses; neither could be pinpointed. All he knew was thatâ it was you.Â
It was the girl with messed up collars and messy hair. Who smells divine. And the orange cat keychain!â Which has been sitting on his desk for a month. Satoru couldn't care less about Suguru egging him on about making a basket, nor did he see Kento slowly retire to the audience benches with Haibaraâ he stood there, staring at you, giving back Shoko some notebook; not important. He needed to go up to you. He needed to introduce himself! He couldn't let you slip away now.Â
So right before you told Shoko you'd be taking your leave, he rushed over there, and haphazardly blurted outâ âyou smell.âÂ
âExcuse me!?â you looked at him flabbergasted.Â
âSatoru, why are you trying to pick a fight?â Shoko had to intervene. Because what a horrible way to introduce two of your friends to each other.
âListen Gojo, I do not know what your problem is, but I'd advise you to keep yourself and your opinions to yourself.â You warned him before storming out of the basketball court with furrowed eyebrows and red ears. Â
âDamn dude, do you even know her? Why would you even say that?â Suguru was honestly very entertained by this exchange that day, as he was thoroughly entertained by you two's interactions throughout high school.Â
Satoru didn't mean to start off on such a contemptuous note with you, he didn't really mean it. I mean- he did mean what he said, it's just his phrasing was poor. He has always been reprimanded about this problem by his mother since he was a kid, his father did find it extremely funny. At times, he too found his poor choice of vocabulary funny, unfortunately it wasn't one of those circumstances.Â
Later he had explained this to Shoko, telling Suguru anything was useless, he was too preoccupied with reenacting his failed attempt at making a good first impression on you. He then only revealed why he has been looking for the girl who smells like bergamot and peoniesâwhich he didn't use as a descriptor of you, that much detail and all of them are on his neck about being a little obsessed creep. He didn't go into any details, he just told them he met you on his first day, at the school gates and you were late, also about how you dropped your keychain. After all that is why he ran after you that day to find you and give it back to you, but unfortunately he got blind sighted by your perfume, right? Well that is what he is willing to tell others and himself. At least he knew your name now.
And surprisingly you also knew him? Did you also see him at the gates that day? Or did you see him in the hallways? Or with Shoko? Or-Why was he so concerned anyway? All he needed was to return the keychain and get over this whole thing, you didn't seem like a very easygoing person. But maybe that had to do with his poor sentence structuring.

Next time Satoru saw you, you were in your class. It was before the morning bell rang, he showed up at the door by the end of your classroom, to seem more inconspicuous. He was looking around to find you in the midst of the flock of girls gathered around him to enquire about his sudden visit, so much for being inconspicuous. Fortunately, he saw you soon enough at the front of the classroom in a seat by the windows â âY/N!âÂ
and everyone turned to stare at you, âgreatââwasn't exactly what you were feeling. When you walked up to Satoru, you couldn't help but narrow your eyes at the guy. âDid not think we were on a first name basis.âÂ
âListen, I think we got off on the wrong foot, i-â Gojo tried to explain.Â
âI think we got off on exactly the right foot, I mean who just gets all up into someone's face and calls them smelly?â Your voice was already going up quite a bit.Â
âNo, listen, that was a misunderstanding. I mean I did mean what I said, but-â he tried to, horribly, explain himself.Â
âSeriously, your audacity is immense, not only did you call me smelly, but now you're showing up to my class to pick a fight!?â you definitely lost some cool at that point. Everyone who wasn't already congregated, also gathered around, inside the classroom and outside in the hallway.Â
âFirst of all, will you stop cutting me off? I am trying to explain the situation here!â And now Satoru was also losing it.Â
âExplain? Explain what? Explain how you are above everything and literal incarnation of God or something? Oh did my lowly perfume perhaps irritate your nose hair?â The sarcasm clearly entailed what kind of image you have already built in your head about him. Perhaps it was from all sorts of exaggerated rumours about him. Though you didn't seem like one to fall for such petty rumours, like how he was an undercover actor or prince. But he was sure what kind of a person you thought this guy wasâan arrogant asshole.Â
âDo you even know me?â said Satoru, now starting to become really irritated by yourâin his opinionâunnecessary attitude. The last month has been hard enough as is. It took him time to settle down and not let peopleâs stares or baseless rumors get to himâsome of them might have been funny if he was being honest. It was the friends he made in his first week who held him back from getting into more fights than he already did, and had his back against all the whispers.Â
âDo you know me well enough to shout my first name in front of my entire class!?â Well Satoru didn't have a comeback to that. âExactly. So why don't you keep yourself and your arrogance out of my sight.â You grimaced.
âArrogance? Oh please shortcake. You sure have a lot of words to spout with that height of yours.â Now he was just being petty.
âOh because being a streetlight is so gratifying!âÂ
âAt least I don't cut people off mid sentence then talk shit!â and he has completely lost his cool.
âOh don't put on pretence! Like you are some saint!? For who? The girls who flock you like some shiny stone?âÂ
âOh don't be salty just because I didn't give you some attention shortcake.â He was trying to get under your skin. He's now losing sight of his actual motive.
âYes, because I am dying to be acknowledged by your highness, and how my smell is bothering his expensive nose!âÂ
âListen. That was entirely a misunderstanding, and you're not even trying to hear me out. You are the one picking a fight!âÂ
âOh I am sorry, I just can't stand pretentious people.â you stab your last quip with a glare, stabbing right through his chest, all while maintaining perfect eye contact.Â
âYou know what. Nevermind shortcake, this was a waste of time.âÂ
âI didn't even ask for your presence in the first place.â Your eyes deadpanned, remained trained on him, bored yet bothered. Both of your faces mere inches away, when did it get there? No idea. He was cranking his head down to glare back into your eyes, losing all motivation to return your keychain. And before he could come up with any further retort, the bell rang. Thankfully.

Word of this interaction spread through the entire school like wildfire.Â
A few things were instantly established in the passing months since Satoruâs arrivalâhe was going to be popular, he is good at almost everything, and that he got along with almost everyone; even the people he did not have a good rapport with at the beginning, now he seemingly got along with them perfectly.Â
But, there was one person who could not stand him. And that person happened to be you. And everyone was aware of this. The students, respective and common friends, the teachers, heck even the principal knew. Â
Yet in the next 6 months since Satoru joined the school, he found himself crossing paths with you quite often. First he really did just avoid you; he gave up on giving back the keychain, that he did out of pettiness. He really did want to return it, but unless and until you dropped your attitude he was not letting the cat chain go, but he did take good care of itâ it sat nicely on his desk, gave it a little bed made out of a soft napkin he got from his mom. Once in a while he would dust it and give it pats, and also speak to it. Yeah, after dinners when he would be studying he would speak to that little guy. He was feeling real friendly with it, which made him feel more bad for it, because at the end of the day it belonged to you.Â
In the instances where Satoru and you would run into each other; you could be laughing out loud and having a fun time and then, you would see him across the hallway and your face would morph into a scowl. It irked him, in a good way, it made him feel excited that he had such a sway on you. Even if he was convinced it was not that one singleâincorrectly interpretedâcomment about your perfume, which made you have such a poor opinion of him; there has to have been a deeper reason. From what he has gathered, you are the highest scoring student in the entire year, the teachers have a very good opinion of you, and you are helpful towards your peersâ a straight Aâs student, and their sophomore student body council secretary, a real model student. Even though you would mostly keep to yourself, you were still pretty well known by others.Â
Yet when you saw him, you would lose your cool. In fact from what he heard, the biggest takeaway from the fight you two had was that, âwoah she can be like that?â, because people apparently had never seen you speak over a certain decibel. That stroked his ego. Made him feel sort of special, got him all giddy.Â
He was yet to realize the gravity of those feelings. The impact of the rush he felt when he smelled your sweet and citrusy fragrance when you passed by him, speeding up to lose sight of him faster. And he would always be left behind, to stand still, taking it all in. Â
His little teasing remarks, pranks, and fight initiators started soon after the fight you two had that day; started small really. Calling you shortcake constantly, interrupting you when you would go to their class to make some announcement on behalf of the student body. Trying to get better grades than you. Going over to the student body room, using his class president Kento as an excuse, to annoy you. Stealing your spectacles on days you would not put in contacts, trying it on and copying your mannerisms. His personal favorite was to snatch away any books, notebooks, or papers in your hands; to then hold it over his head. The whole thing about you jumping to try and get it out of his handsâwhich was an impossible task for youâgave him the opportunity to smell your scent much better.Â
During one of such instances, where he was holding one of the student council papers over his head, prolonging your work, he got a whiff of your shampoo. It smelled like fruits, strawberries and more citrusâit smelled like orange this time. This was fatal. The notes of bergamot and peonies were threatening his sanity as is, and now there were strawberries. He got so trancened by your presence that when his hand lowered involuntarily, you took the chance to grab onto his shoulder, to use him as a support to reach for your papersâhe stood there looking into your squinting eyes as you retrieved the papers from his hand, until you walked off muttering curses at him.Â
And he just stood staring at your back. His eyes lingered on you long enough to see you turn back and throw a glare at him as you made a turn to disappear from his line of sight.
This went on, the teasing and squabbling, the name callings, use of the words shortcake and streetlight became significantly more frequent in your respective lexicons. Satoru loved using his pretty privileges to get the girls in your class to do his bidding, and had them sending you off somewhere without mentioning his name, the naive enchanted girls would abide with no questions asked. And when you would show up, he would throw a fake snake at you, or jumpscare youâthough this was a more rare occurrence than his regular teasing, just so you would not get too used to this sort of pranks that it would lose its effect on you.Â
To him the idea of you was like this puzzling question nagging and straining on his mind, much like your physical self. But you got him excited and riled up. Also a little annoyed at the fact that you do not think of him worthy enough to spare any time. Which is why he came up with these mischievous ideas to elicit reactions out of you.Â
Nothing was more satisfying than to see you break under his little ventriloquism.

The dynamics took a slight turn when you two became second year students.
On the fateful morning of the day when the results for first yearâs finals came outâyou found yourself standing dumbfounded, looking at your full name on the bulletin board, in second place.Â
You came in second.Â
Which is big! An amazing achievement. But it didn't feel like it. Especially when your name was displayed second to Gojo Satoru. He outdid you, he really did. Getting better grades than you in random tests and what not was one thing, then outranking you and ruining your plan for a perfect streakâwas another thing. The horror and embarrassment of standing in front of the huge display of the grades, surrounded by everyone, having your failures announced in broad daylight, hearing everyone whisper about youâhad you standing there like a cold unmoving statue.
So when Satoru got around to finally stroll in with ease, way after the results were announced, to come up to stand directly behind youâbecause as always the first person his eyes wander to find in a crowd isâyou. He couldn't figure out why you glared at him differently, there was this underlying somber and a tilting glaze in your eyes. It was as if any moment you were going to break down into tears and his presence was anything but welcomed.Â
Praise his tongue, because thankfully that day it held itself back. Thankfully his senses caught on to what was happening. Coming in first or second or last did not matter much to him, because what mattered most to him was to simply get under your skin, essentially the very reason why he ended up on the top of the listâbut you did not find this funny or amusing. And it wasn't your usual annoyance and dismay of his antics, he really felt like he had done something to actually hurt you.Â
And which in return hurt him tenfold. Knowingly or unknowingly, Gojo Satoru bled himself a wound that he didn't know how to stitch close.Â
He didn't know what exactly hurt more, the fact you ran away from there that day after he arrived, without a single word. Or the fact that you've been completely ignoring his existence since that day. It has been really painful for him, because everytime he would get a glimpse of you or a whiff of youâyou'd disappear from his sphere, as soon as humanly possible. He made every effort to try to speak to you. The rejoice he felt about being assigned to the same classroom as you this year, was starting to wear off. Especially when you made it explicitly clear through your actions that you had no intention of speaking to him or acknowledging his existence, more than ever. If you were helping out class president Nanami Kento with distributing papers, you would hand over his papers as nonchalantly as possible. In one of such several instances, he gave up on giving you space to get back to your usual self, and grabbed your wrist to explain himself.Â
âL/n, listen, i am really sorry alright. I don't know how it happened. I swear I did not mean to hurt you like that, I swear! I was just-â he blabbed on without making much sense, whispering as discreetly as possible. Even though the entire school was aware you two were not on even speaking terms anymore. He did not want to put you in a position where everyone made a spectacle out of you.
âI have better things to do, Gojo.â as always you would cut him off, without even sparing him as much as even a glare, then yank your wrist out of his grasp to go on your merry way.Â
He really did whatever he could, following you around like a kicked puppy, leaving notes on your desk, which was fortunately assigned right before his own deskâhe was not sure if it made things a little easier for him, or a hundred times harder. It stung to find those notes crumbled up and sitting on his own desk later. Stung to sit behind you, when you refused to spare a glare or two his way, even some sharp remarks, or curses directed at him. The smell of sweet citrus and peonies did not help. The teachers would call him out more often than not for being distracted in class. Poor guy was really going through it.
The nail in his coffin was, when it had already been three weeks since the new year started. Three weeks and three days of you completely ignoring his pathetic attempts at saying sorry to you. On the fourth day of the fourth week, he found you in the teacher's lounge, speaking to one of your subject teachers;
âGoodness L/n. The year just started and you are already slacking off? Forgetting to submit the student council work on time, then forgetting your class assignments!? Is there something going on? No surprise Gojo surpassed you, do you understand the gravity of that? That careless guy outranked you. And you are making no efforts to rectify that! If things go on like this, next year you might come second from last.â he really crossed a line there.
If it was in Satoruâs capacity, he wouldâve probably gone in and punched the man straight square in the jaw. He never really liked him to begin with. It was not about the fact he called Satoru careless, or the fact he always finds the flaws in Satoruâit was entirely about how he treated you. And it was not just in this instance, the guy has always been harsh and judgemental towards you, from what he heard it started since one day you corrected his mistake during class. And he was known to be not tolerant of anyone being better than him, especially students.Â
Satoru almost broke into the room, when his eyes locked with yours. You stood in front of the guy with your hands tightly gripped by your side, facing the door. Your already glossy eyes started to almost overflow with tears when your gaze fell on him, your body was slightly trembling. How you managed to blink away those tears, is beyond him. In the brief moment where you looked at him and looked away to control your emotions, making an effort to not break down into tears in front of the room full of teachers, the teacher who was scolding you, and your homeroom teacher Mr. Yaga who was giving you pitiful glacesâhe knew interrupting will only make things worse for you.
More than anyone, you did not want to cry in front of Satoru. And Satoru was cognizant of that fact better than maybe even yourself.
So, he did the most sensible thing he could in that moment, for once, he simply stood outside with his back to the wall outside of the teacherâs room, and did not dare to look inside. And he just waited while remaining unnoticeable. Waiting for you to come out, he did not care for the looks thrown his way by the students roaming in the hallways, as long as they did not spare a glance towards you and try to snoop. What did he even want to say to you when you came out of there? He had no idea, and he knew he was the last person you would want to see right now, but for him you are the first person he wants to see everyday after he wakes upâso he could not just let you be on your own in this condition. Because he knew better than anyone, you were not one to wear your heart on your sleeves.Â
Satoru essentially blended in there, to the point you did not even notice him standing there when you left the room in a hurry, and headed the opposite way from your class. Recess was already over, that guy kept you in there for the entire recess period. âGoodness did you even eat?â was something that crossed his mind among various spiteful and angry words he was muttering under his breath directed towards that teacher.Â
You were never one to miss a class, cutting classes without any valid reason was out of the question. But honestly if you tried to go in the class right now, he would have probably dragged you somewhere else himself. So he did the next best thingâfollowed you from a distance to wherever you were going. No one is going to care or notice if you two were gone at the same time, right? Well at least he could make up some excuse and take all the blame himself. He was not exactly known for his attendance record anyway, the sole reason why he made sure not to miss school was because you barely ever skipped school.Â
That is how he found you in the school yard at the back, near the flower patch the students planted, against the big Momiji tree. Where you are found most times during free periods, reading whatever book you may be reading at the moment. This time you were just crying, well it is not that he could see you, but he could tell. You were sitting with your knees to your chest, face buried in your hands, your entire figure was clearly trembling even from afar. Soft sobs jabbed his ears as he got closer and made his chest hurt. He slowly walked up to the tree trying not to scare you.Â
âStop lurking like a creep.â You said with your head still down.
âSorry. Didn't mean to startle you.â He said softly, and went to take a seat beside you, unsure if you were going to run away from him again.
You laid your legs flat on the grass and rested your back against the tree when he made his way over to you. When you looked up at him, eyes bloodshot red, glassy with tears, and more tears running down your cheeks, pooling at your chinâ with your lips slightly jutted out and eyebrows bunched up in a frown, he just fell on his knees in front of you. Happerhazadly pulled out his handkerchief, and offered to take it.Â
âIs this funny to you?â you said with a frown. He knew you were upset but he couldn't help but think, and mindlessly said it out loudâ
âCute.âÂ
âAh so this is cute to you!? You are finding my misery and embarrassment cute. You seriously-â he cuts you off mid sentence.
âWill you ever actually let me speak!?â He takes a second and continues âGoodness shortcake, I meant you are cute. The tongue you've got on you, could wound thousands of soldiers and that brain of yours could beat Usain Bolt in a race.â He let out a short chuckle as he shook his head slightly and wiped your face with his handkerchief.Â
He gingerly wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks and chin, and the accumulated tears in the corners of your eyes. With utmost gentle touch he cleaned you up, which was characteristically contradictory.
You looked away from him without any retort. Too occupied with the fact he called you cute, to even notice that little gesture. So you further leaned back onto the tree as if it'll engulf you and make you not sit here with him and confront this heavy air hanging between you two. But also, who is stopping you from getting up and walking away?Â
Things have always been odd when Gojo Satoru was involved. Somehow after everything, time and time again you found yourself breaking down all your walls to let this guy have a peek at your most authentic selfâsomeone who is envious, easily irritable, not the patient and tolerating soft-spoken girl everyone knows. And it irks you. It claws at your skin that he has been nothing but himself since day one; even before entering the gates of the school, he didn't think of the consequences but just turned his back to it and almost walked away. Yet you were rushing to make it on time, to not have any smear on your perfect record. Even if you were late only because you were up studying until late for the midterms looming over, you could not excuse one slip up.
Why didn't he run the opposite direction of the school but instead chased after you?âyou couldn't pinpoint the answer. Everything about him just simply made your head scramble, enough so you didn't even realize you lost your beloved cat keychain until later during lunch. Even when you searched around everywhere, traced back your steps, and looked for it on the route back home; it was nowhere to be found. You cried yourself to sleep that night thinking how you lost the keychain, which had a cat who looked exactly like the cat you once loved and cherished. It was unfortunate enough to have lost him at such a young age, but the key chain helped to have his presence as if guiding you through obstacles.
And without him, things have been a mess. The only explanation you could rationalize was that Gojo Satoru was the one to blame for everything. If he hadn't turned back and ran in after you, you would've been more receptive to your keychain dropping instead of this giant guy running behind you, and wouldn't have lost it. If only he didn't become friends with Shoko and the others you wouldn't have to possibly interact with him. And then he wouldn't know of your existence and try to make it his mission to have your life fall apart.Â
âI'm sorry.âÂ
What surprising words even for him. There have been very few people in his life he has ever genuinely apologized to. He could count them all on all his fingers, but he never expected to be where he was currently.
âI am sorry for saying that you smell, which I did not mean in the way it came off, I am just really bad with my words. I meant you smell really nice.â His face was completely serious and there was no trace of mockery or jest.Â
âI just- not to be a creep, I saw you on my first day here. At the school gates.â His eyes softened and his body started to fidget. He almost seemedânervous?Â
âI almost ran back to Tokyo that day. I wasn't really, well to put it simply, happy about the whole moving thing. And if you hadn't rushed past me that day, I probably would've gone with my plan.â He throws an easy smile in your direction. âIf you hadn't dropped thisââ He digs around his pockets and encloses something in his fist.Â
âMaybe it would have been much harder for me and my parents to start off here. I am almost glad you dropped this little guy that day.â When he opened his fist, in the space between you two, there rested your lost keychain with the cat who reminded you of your dead pet cat.Â
Upon the sight of your beloved cat (keychain), your mouth opened a little with an audible gasp. Your hand went up timidly to touch it on his palm, actively sending shivers down his spine at the brush of your fingertips. All he could focus his eyes on was your hand, not even daring to look up at your face, afraid of the state of his own face.
He was sure the heat he felt rushing up to his cheeks and ears, must have evidently turned his pale skin into a blushing mess. If only he was not so preoccupied with his own emotions, he would have noticed the first speck of tear forming yet again in the corners of your eyes, before it could even fall down. Which he only felt when he saw the droplets of water that landed on the palm of his hand, effectively making him snap his head back up to look at your weeping face.Â
If he asked you then why were you crying? You would have probably just cried harder. So you were thankful that he did not ask.Â
He did not bother to ask any questions but simply took you in his arms, burying your face in his chest, actively soaking his shirt in the shivering winds of springâletting you cry about nothing and everything, in the arms of the guy who has been the source of your annoyance since the day he arrived.Â
âYou make no sense to meâ your sobs became muffled through the fabric of his shirt and sweater vest.
âThat is a weird way of thanking someone for returning the keychain which you clearly care a lot about.â he let out a soft giggle, trying to put you at ease. You pulled away from him, much to his dismay, looking only at the keychain he returned in the palm of your hands.Â
âWell you did take over my rank, and eavesdropped on me getting humiliated.â if it was in his power, he would kiss away that frown and pout.
With that one passing thought, Gojo Satoru had the first epiphany of his life that day. The answer to the inclination he felt towards hogging away all your attention.
âSatoru?â He finally heard from the haze of realization and panic that suddenly hit him. What was he supposed to do now? How was he going to ever face you with these confusing feelings?
âAre you alright?â you seemed genuinely concerned for him. Which melted him. Again, if only he was not so preoccupied with the mess in his head and chest, he would have realized much earlier you just called him by his first name. For the first time ever.Â
âDid you just call me by my first name?â he asked in genuine awe. While you shied away from him a little, which he found more endearingâthis is an entirely biased perspective.Â
âAlso! I really did not mean to outdo you! I swear! I didn't even try that hard, and I was sure you were going to do way better than me. Believe me it was just a fluke.â he blabbered on in a frenzy. âWow, way to show off Gojo.â you said playfully with an eye roll and half smile, just impressed by the lack of imperious tone in his voice.Â
âNo, I swear! Also i mean you have been looking really exhausted these days, maybe that is why, or else how can i ever beat you? I don't know, maybe because I am new. So they were likeââletâs give him this so he does not go around picking fights againâ. Also come on you just called me Satoru what happened! No take backs.â you let out a big laugh at his silly rambling. âGoodness. Alright Satoru.âÂ
And he's all smiles with the sound of his own heart beating in his ears.Â
âI will be taking back my spot from you. Keep it warm until then.â With those final words you stood up and walked away, the hand you used to give him a final pat on his shoulderâdragged off his shoulder with each step enlarging the distance between you two. The agonizingly lingering heat that it left behind, surely left a mark on his skin. It burnt, or perhaps shocked himâhe was unclear which was worse.
One thing was clear as he watched you walk back into the buildingâhe is in deep waters. And unfortunately he doesn't know how to swim.

It is truly beyond current Satoru, how teen Satoru's thought processes worked. Because how do you come to the conclusion that âi need to do everything in my power other than confront these feelings eating away at me.âÂ
So after the confrontational and very heartfelt conversation with you, Satoru felt more powerless than ever at the mercy of the feelings you provoked within him. His head would feel light, chest would feel heavy, feet would go numb, and every moment he would get a whiff of your scent he could feel a threatening nosebleed.Â
Actually once during PE you sat beside him after running, sweaty and out of breath. You had simply leaned over him to grab the water bottle by his sideâand his nose started bleeding. Until then he never believed in the whole thing about getting a nosebleed because of being overwhelmed, he genuinely believed one needs to be punched real hard in the face or hit something face first with good impact to get a nosebleed.Â
And now he stands corrected.
He wasn't sure whether it was the citrus, peonies, or the new found smell of your musk and natural odor which triggered the whole thing. Or maybe it was the worry you showed, scrambling to stop the blood dripping down his nose with your sweat soaked towel, tilting his head back with your hands and shouting for your PE teacher to come and help himâif only you knew all of it helped less and less.Â
The whole thing made him realize that he needs to get a grip!Â
And how did he execute thatâ by confiding in his friends? Making an effort to confess to you? No. He decided that it would be a brilliant idea to accept every confession he got and date as many girls as he couldâto forget you, of course.Â
In his defense, he liked what you two got going right now. He gradually grew really close to you; started with simple conversations and jokes to then a fully established friendship. At least he liked the thought of being your friend.Â
He liked when youâd lean back in your chair to whisper little jokes to him, how the teacher completely fumbled that sentence. Or when you would give him candies, because you always carried some with you, or when you would come to him first before going to anyone else if you did not understand a lesson.Â
He particularly liked when you would share a rambling synopsis of the books you were currently reading or recently finished, it did not matter how little he cared about the books itself. Mr. âcould not stop yapping for the love of godâ, went completely silent when he stood before you. He loved when you would bring him your latest creation in the kitchen, because you were trying to learn how to cook and it did not matter to him how salty or half cooked and fully burnt the food would be. It was the effort you put into asking him about his favorites and tried making it. Like the effort he put into not letting you get a clue about how much of a digimon guy he was, because he would rather hear you talk about pokemons to him for hours. Did not matter that he thought digimon was superior.Â
Satoru might have been a popular guy since he joined; being extremely good looking, witty, academically gifted, part of the basketball team and having friends who were equally well known worked in his favor of being probably the most sought after guy in school. But that never made him a âplayerâ, as one would assume. Often he would return the gifts he would get or politely decline confessions. So to everyone's surprise when he accepted the first confession, rumors went aroundââmaybe he was waiting for her to confess this entire time?â Well, the rumors steered a different direction when she broke up with him within a week, and the next girl also broke up with him within a similar span of time. And when this pattern repeated for the rest of the year, people started labeling him as a cliche popular guy.
Around his sixteenth relationship, you happened to see him getting slapped real hard by the girl he was going out with at the time. They were talking behind the gardening shed, close to the Momiji tree you loved oh so dearly. All that shouting and cursing she did before slapping him, reached your ears, and as a diligent member of the studentâs council you could not ignore it. The slap was echoing. She really left a mark on his cheeks, others have slapped him before for being so apathetic about everything, to get a one last satisfactory reaction out of him. But they have all failed at that. But this girl slapped him harder than anyone else had before herâ while calling him a piece of shit for leading her on and wasting her time. So he got broken up with again. And he did not seem even a little bothered by this, his face only started contorting in a panic when his eyes landed on you standing the opposite way from the route his ex took to storm off. Â
Which ended up making him run away from you, a new occurrence for both of you. And this time you had to be the one to chase after him. You found him in the stairwells, where you silently just sat beside him. This must be what they call deja vu.Â
âSo. long day huh?â you dragged each word awkwardly.Â
âYou donât have to do this Y/n.â he said without even looking at you, just looking down at his hands intertwined with each other, on his lap.Â
âUnfortunately for you, I want to. We are friends arenât we?â you asked him expectantly.Â
And Satoru only ever wished to be your friend. He liked being friends with you. If you called him your friend the day he went to your class to return that keychain he would have been ecstatic, but right now? Being called your friend felt like yet another hit to his heart. He wants to leap out of the bounds of friendship and hold you, tell you how much he loves you. âYes we are.â Those three words felt like gravel ripping his own skin.Â
âThen just hear me out wonât you?â and how can he say no to you looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes, and smiling lips. You can ask him for anything and he would not dare to deny. So naturally he nodded a yes wordlessly.Â
âYou donât seem like yourself these past few months. I am worried about youâ we are all worried.â he stared at you as you took a pause to continue, assessing whether or not he was getting pissed off. âI know how much it sucks to hear that you have changed or something like that. But I do not mean it like thatâyou have been more distant, and just- well, you seem off.â
âYou do know that you can tell me anything right? Is there anything bothering you? Are some kids bullying you? Tell me their names, I will take care of them.â you said with squinted eyes and a raised fist like you were ready to beat up some kids for him. And the sheer idea of that image tickled a laugh out of him.Â
âSure you will shortcake.â he said in a fit of laughter. And you have never been more glad to hear him call you by that nickname. It has grown on you, similarly as he has grown on you.Â
âI am fine, at least now that I am sure about something, I am fine.â he said with a sigh, like something heavy lifted off his shoulders. âYou sure right?â you enquired again just for confirmation.Â
âYesssss, now stop furrowing your eyebrows, you are bound to get wrinkles before you are even thirty.â he was helpless to the smile that grew on his face, âwow way to thank the person who just cheered you up.âÂ
âStop trying to copy me shortcake.â he bumped his head slightly on yours, causing you to gasp and bump your forehead to hisâsome sort of retaliation if you will. Cannot let him get away with the last word, can you? âDonât bump your big head with mine! What if I catch your dummy disease!?â you said with your forehead still on his forehead. Faces mere inches away from one another.Â
âUh huh? And what are you gonna do about it?â Satoru has no idea where this was coming from or where this was going. But having you in such close proximity was definitely messing with his head.Â
âI will-â you cut yourself off, staring back into his eyes, unable to continue whatever you were trying to sayâsomething about his eyes, the shades of blue, lapis and cerulean, making you incapable of continuing. It is as if there dwelled an ocean in his eyes, and unfortunately you never took your swimming lessons seriously. âWhat are you going to do, shortcake?â
Well, no one found the answer to that question, as the bell rang and made the both of you flinch away from one another. In a moment of awkwardness about whatever that inexplicable tension was, you both did the most expected thingâ laughed it off and headed towards the classroom.Â

Rest of the year passed with Satoru coming to terms with his feelings for you, hyping himself up to confess to you, and spending time with you. And somehow the both of you ended up getting the exact grades at the end of the year, ending up on the first rank togetherâsomething that was bound to happen when you are studying together, giggling in class together, eating together, feeding the cats who took a nap behind the school, together. Even when he was more of a dog guy.Â
And, Satoru really liked the idea of being together with you.Â
When senior year rolled around and he was determined to make you his by the time you guys graduated high school. Which is easier said than done.
Especially when he is not making any efforts other than just moving his pupils frantically between your lips and eyes, as you go on and on about the student body presidentâs new dumb mandate. His mind is probably looking at you with heart eyes, lying on its stomach, kicking its feet. Because it keeps repeating,
 âeveryday baby, please say you're mine.â
It is a little embarrassing when he has to hide behind the bookshelves when you turn to look his way, because he would be piercing his longing gaze in the back of your head. Why did he not go up to the seat you were occupying at the library? Strike up an easy conversation; and have you offer him a seat with a smile, or get annoyed at him for talking too much and too loud in the libraryâhe does not have the answer himself. All he knew while peeking at you from between the books in a nearby shelf, that his heart was palpitating like it may burst out of his chest any moment, and have the librarian come scold and shush it.Â
Walking by the hallways near your favorite Momiji tree, to catch a glimpse of you under it, by skipping on practice was the usual at this point. His teammates and coach have given up. Does not mean he doesnât have to face consequences for these acts of stupidity. Especially on the off chance you visit one of his matches and he goes full statue in the middle of running up to the basket, then as he gains his composure back, he goes full throttle on his opponents. To show off his shots and dribbles during the match. The team and the coach let it pass sometimes, only because it guarantees that they will win the match. But they always make sure to lecture him about abandoning them to push past the hoard of people congratulating him, to only get to you. With groans of collective clamour going, âjust confess already.â
Satoru, to this day, still wishes it was that easy. It is not that he never tried.
First time he tried to confess, you two were simply sitting in class, at your desks. Your chair was turned around, so you could sit facing him. He had stayed behind with you after classes ended, to help you with council work. But the yellow, orange and pink hues of the setting sun on your face, was leaving his usual talkative demeanor to be tongue tied. And when you leaned forward on the desk to snap your fingers in face to hopefully get him out of the trance where he was drowningâin those milliseconds between you moving off your seat, looming over him, and looking straight into his eyes; he almost blurted it all out. If only it was not for Kento to walk into the class and enquire about the progress you made on the work, he would have laid it all out for you.Â
That was not the only time he was teetering over the edge. One time you dragged him to the garden behind school during PE to feed the cats who take naps around there. He actually blurted out âI am in love.â
Which naturally had you snap your head in his direction, your surprise also had the cat lying in your lap surprised, that it also looked in his direction. So he backpedaled, defending his words by rephrasing them, âNo! I mean, I am loving this. As in, like, not having to do PE class!â you laughed it off, joking that his poor choices of words and phrasing will definitely get him in deep trouble one day.
There had been so many instances he just almost verbalized his feelings, almost found that serenity in having you know the reason behind the ache in his chest, and the foggy fuzz clouding his judgment around you. But he only wishes he actually followed through with his emotions. Often he found his emotions to be stuck in a battle between his tongue and brain.Â
After many such (failed) attempts, he finally decided to just lay it all out after the graduation ceremony. As he could not burden you with his feelings when he spent the entirety of the year dilly dallying so much that the finals and entrance exams were near enough to have students lose sleep.
Sometimes in his dreams, Satoru still dreams about the day of his high school graduation ceremony. He dreams of the very events that took place that day, and different possibilities.
He woke up much earlier than usual that morning. He did not want to be late at any cost. Not because he wanted to be there to hear the principal give the same old speech she gives every year or hear the student body president, Kamo Noritoshi, give out yet another speech, he has had enough of his boring speeches as well. He really just wanted to hear your valedictorian speech.Â
He was glad he did not earn the highest GPA in his yearâ no, it was not because he did not want to give some stupid speech, though it was part of the reason. He was beyond happy for you, instead of gloating over his own GPA which made him come in second to you, he was more thrilled over you beating him to the first spot. He was so happy that day he literally hugged you so tight, your inner organs almost spilled out from the looks of it, going as far as to lift you up in the air and making a whole show out of it. Honestly from afar it would be confusing to conclude who exactly did better, though anyone who has lingered their eyes a bit too long on Gojo Satoru knew better, which was practically the entire school, it was not surprising to see him act as such. It was rather surprising he did not tie ranks with you, considering his capacity to ace anything and everything, especially academics. But it was ordinary to see him celebrate your wins much more loudly than everyone combined.
When you asked him the question how he did not get a higher GPA than you, later over celebratory ice cream with your friend groups. He just shrugged it off and simply told you that, âEh. I just goofed around and had a fun senior year, considering these are the most memorable years of oneâs life.â with a smug smile stretched across his face, accompanied by his raised shoulders.Â
âSure, it was totally not because you were feeling too lazy.â at this point you were all too familiar with Gojoâs pattern. And unlike in the past, you found it more fun to banter with his silliness than getting angry at his conceit. It was still annoying, but not as annoying as it used to be.
âTch. Tch. Shortcake, you just do not get the concept of fun as well as you get the concept of natural selection. â
Despite his claims he knew why he did not surpass you, well not because he granted you that position out of pity or his obvious feelings towards you. He respected you too much to one day have you find out your achievements were not well earned, it would eat him up otherwise. Though the reason still was you, or perhaps it was his pathetic attempts at winning you over and expanding the definition of your relationship with him.Â
Anyway, currently he was sitting unsteady in the back of his fatherâs car, stuck in a jam, not giving ear to either of his parents reassuring him from the front that they will get there in time. But unfortunately for the Gojos, their son was not the patient kind.Â
Which is exactly why they didn't object much other than a few shouts when Satoru ran out of the car, with his gown and graduation hat tucked under his armpits. Thankfully they were not stuck too far from the school, but Satoru was unfortunately late for his own graduation ceremony. When he ran inside the auditorium, the hall full of parents, students, teachers, and peers alike, were staring him downâ maybe for rudely interrupting the principal's speech, or for looking drop dead gorgeous while sweating buckets; it was unclear.
He silently walked up to where his class was standing and took his place in the empty space left behind for him. The principal resumed with a cough, continuing whatever faux inspirational speech she may have been talking about. His eyes roamed around frantically to land on yours, staring back at him, scrunching and raising your eyebrows in a comical way. While pointing at your watch, silently reprimanding him for his tardiness, all Satoru could do was smile and shrug like a helpless kicked puppy. But as if that has ever worked on you, so you rolled your eyes at him with the shake of your head and mouthed at him to focus on the speech.
After that very boring speech, and handing out the certificates, followed by another boring speech by Kamo Noritoshi, it was finally time for your speech.Â
When you stood waiting in the left wing of the stage for your cue, he could clearly see you nervously playing with your hands. Fortunately his intense stares had you looking in his direction, so he waved his hand a little to get your focus, and just wished you a silent âgoodluck, you got this!â through exaggerated mouth movements.
Was it cute? Or weird? Either way, it made you smile and ease up, and that's all that matters to him. He was probably the one cheering the loudest for you among everyone in there, your parents or friends or anyone, couldn't have dared to match his voice echoing through walls, to the point the teachers had to shut him up by the very end of your speech. Because he kept clapping or whistling really loud in between every pause.Â
âAt the end of the day, these years we've spent here will always stick with us. For better or for worse, and all I want, is to thank those people who made it bearable through all of it. And I hope you all have a future filled with achievements, celebrated alongside those people around you, who make it bearable. Thank you very much.âÂ
Satoru did not cheer the loudest this time around, his silence was drowned out by the loud cheers or the flying caps around him. He was too busy standing there, a hostage to your teary eyes, and a smiling face coming down the stage.
After a few very busy hours of hugs and pictures with family and friends, and some supportive words as well as teasing lectures from the teachers; Satoru went off to find you surrounded by few people.Â
âHey!â he came behind you and spoke in a breathy whisper in your right ear.
âAh! Satoru! Oh my goodness I've been looking for you!â You slapped his arm lightly as he tried to say,Â
âListen, I-â âI need to speak to you. Come with me. Sorry, will you excuse us?â You dragged him by his left hand, tangled with your own right hand. It is not that he has never held hands, he's done plenty more than that, but your hands meant more. And he hopes you heard his heart beating through his hands, as you held onto it and dragged him to a random empty hallway.
âI suppose this works, I was gonna drag you away myself.â He lets out a little chuckle as he settles opposite you, facing you, âI wanted to-â
âI am moving away.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI am moving out of the country. I, um, applied to this university abroad and they accepted me. It was not confirmed until last week, I've told almost everyone but.â You take a pause and stare down at his blank face, rid off the little shy smile and blush adorning him just a second ago, before continuing, âBut, I just did not- I mean, I could not just figure out how I was going to tell you.âÂ
Satoru lets out a dry chuckle. âWhat's so hard about that? Come on shortcake. It's just me.âÂ
âI, I know. I mean-â this time he interjects.
âAre you happy?âÂ
You blink twice and answer, âMore than I thought I would be.âÂ
âThen that's enough for me.â Is what Satoru meant to say then, instead he said something different.
âI am really happy for you Y/n. Will miss you shortcake.â He cracks a genuine smile, despite the storm waiting to unleash in his chest through the waterworks of his eyes, regardless he was still happy in your happiness.
When you leaped into his arms with a tight grip on his back, mumbling a choked up âI'll actually miss you more dummy.âÂ
âNope canât let you have this one too.â with a chuckle he patted your head as you cried in his arms for the second time since you have known him, once was one too many times for you but here you are. Perhaps this was the last time, he thought.
âAlso, I want you to have this.â you handed him a keychain, similar to yours, but instead of an orange little cat, there was a white cat attached to it. âWhen I saw it, it reminded me of you.â You placed the little guy on his palm, and he closed his fist around it with every intention of cherishing it for eternity.Â
âIâll see you soon right?â You asked him, as you looked up at him with tear stains on your cheek, matching the stain on his shirt, and he just nodded with a tight grip around the keychain. Maybe he was too scared to verbally give you any promises, otherwise he would start breaking down much harder than you. But one thing he was sure about,
âYou'll do great shortcake, you always have.â
âAs I will always love you.â
On days as such, filled with nostalgia. Or on nights spent staring at his ceiling, wide awake, clock ticking closer and closer to the next dayâ he thinks of you. He thinks about the different possibilities and the most regrettable moments of his life, and thinks, what if?
What if he had chosen a different line of work instead of taking over for his father? What if he went to that pop up shop before they sold out of their limited edition creps? Or what if he chose to go to that school reunion five years ago with Suguru and everyone else. Would he have met you?Â
What if he had told you he loved you that day? What if he did not wallow in his own self pity and made a better effort at reaching out to you when you suddenly stopped contacting him during second year of University? What if he swallowed down the resentment over your silence and flew across the globe to you? Would not have been the first time he did that. It was the automated voice telling him that the number he dialed does not exist anymore, and the complete refusal from mutual friends to let him know about your whereaboutsâthat irked him. What did he do so wrong for you to even remove the little pleasure he enjoyed from having you at the very least as a friend.Â
Maybe if he asked you selfishly to not move away altogether, things would have been different. But how could he, when he never had any concrete dreams of his own other than pursuing in his father's footsteps, to now take over for him. The way your eyes always shined bright with aspirations, and the amount of hard work you put into achieving them, made him try for himself. Â
Then how could he have been selfish with the one person whom he selflessly gave away his heart to?Â
âSato! Come eat! Finish that later!â his mother shouted from inside, breaking the trance of reminiscence. âYesss mom!â he shouted back to let her know.
And when he set to go inside, he felt something heavy on his legs. While cleaning the boxes, Satoru had gone to sit on the edge of the patio, with his legs hanging from his edge. The height was long enough to have him lose his sight about where his legs were below the knees to his feet comfortably touching the ground.Â
When he crouched down to look at what was weighing him down, he found a white fluffy cat; clearly well taken care of, lying comfortably, belly up, on top of both of his feet. Set of blue hued pupils peeking out of his blinking eyes. And a smug smile of contentment on his face, either satisfied with his nap or from annoying Satoru. As cute of a look alike this cat may have been to the one on the keychain you gave himâwhich he still uses everyday to hold all his important keyesâSatoru could tell that this cat was one big menace.Â
âMeowwwwâ the feline wailed, when Satoru moved his feet off the ground to take a proper look at the creature. The cat in search of his confiscated comfort, crawled up his legs, up to his lap and made himself comfortable.Â
Satoru leans back to rest his weight on both of his palms, placed on either side of his torso. He lets out a dry huff âHuh. arenât you one spoiled little guy?â
âMeow.â the cat quips as if agreeing with Satoru, his eyes were closed, trying to get back his lost sleep.
âAnd what is your name?â Satoru asked the cat and felt foolish that very next instance. Instead of waiting for the catâs responseâbecause that will obviously not answer his questionâhe goes to check the yellow collar adorned on the catâs neck to check for a nametag.
âICHIGO!â a loud familiar voice cried behind the hedges that protected the view into his parentâs front yard.Â
Upon hearing the call, the catâs ears sprung up and went back, going alert. In a blink of an eye the cat ran off of his lap, out of their main gateâ in what seemed like mere seconds. And his parentâs house is pretty huge, the patio to the front gate takes well over thirty seconds to get to when you are in a hurry.Â
So Satoru ran behind the cat, well after it was gone from his sight, worrying it might run into something or hurt himself. But just as he stepped out of the gate, he saw the cat cuddled up in a personâs arms, who was crouched down in relief, obstructing the view to their face. Though the shade of the hair is much familiar to him just as the voice, but the length now shorter than how he remembers it to be. But that same citrus and peony scent remained, infiltrating his olfactory sense before his eyes could fathom the figure in front of him. Or maybe he did not want to believe the reality of the situation to begin with.Â
âNever do that again! Do you know how scared I was? Why would you run after a butterfly like that!? I am never letting you off your leash again!â You held the cat out, away from your embrace, finally standing straight. Dangling him in the air by his arms, like some sort of punishment.
âMeowwwâ the cat whined in a pitiful tone, moving his claws in a way as if asking to be held closer again.
âNo Ichi. No amount of whining is getting you out of this mister!â while reprimanding the cat, you forgot to acknowledge the person standing upfront.
âY/n?âÂ
You look up to see who called you out in the middle of scolding your cat. To only see another ball of familiar white fluffy hair, and cerulean eyes, the ones youâve once loathed with your entire being, and dreamed of countless nights. Standing a few inches taller than what his previously already behemoth height during teen years used to be.
âSatoru?âÂ
Both of you stood there confused and mesmerized by one anotherâs presence, to have run into each other under such coincidental circumstances, how fateful. With a more confused Ichigo looking back and forth between you two, now standing on his own four legs on the ground. Probably trying to solve the mystery of the heavy silence and air hanging between you two. From the looks of the mirrored shock, and open mouthed gasps that left your respective mouthsâseems like this unanticipated meeting was long overdue.
The beauty of fate truly lies in such oblivious encounters. And those who sneak into your life just as unexpectedly, as they fade out wordlessly.

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thank you to the pookies for beta reading this <3 really my longest work yet. yes it is a bit cliche but oh well. took a lottt of time to finish, first it was finals, then mental and physical health was at all time low, then literally burnt my hand. the part of the valedictorian speech the reader gave, was part of my own speech i gave at my graduation as the head girl, so if you found it shit i better not hear about it.
named her cat Ichigo, because well he calls her shortcake, and ichigo means strawberry. so strawberry and shortcake :3c
happy to have him out ^^ i hope you had fun reading this!! i have a few drabbles and such related to this i plan on releasing. still not sure if i plan to expand their ending :3c ahhh this was not going to be an open ending, but here we areeee
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Hot Off The Press
DESCRIPTION: Their reaction when you end up in the newspaper unexpectedly
WARNINGS:Â none, implications of crushes
CHARACTERS: Law, Smoker
WORDS: 1,730
A/N: Just a silly idea that came to mind that I wanted to explore with a couple of the One Piece guys. I had fun doing this and may do more at some stage with other characters in this scenario. Hope you all enjoy what I came up with
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LAW
Unlike some of the other pirates around, Law kept up with the news and goings on in the world regardless of if there was an inkling his or the crews bounties would go up or not. He needed to be aware of everything going on at all times in order to plan the best course of action and leave very little room for surprises should the next island he came to be already in the middle of some drama that could be either avoided or exploited. One morning he walked into the dining room of the Polar Tang to join the rest of the crew for breakfast. Grabbing his morning coffee he took his usual seat and flicked open the paper, beginning to leisurely read through it while enjoying idle conversation with the rest of the crew.Â
âHey Captain can I-â Penguinâs question was cut off immediately when Law was already pulling out the so-called âentertainment' section of the paper and passed it across the table. That was the one section he felt was an entire waste of paper and ink and only glanced at just incase something of note had slipped through. Most of the time though? Even the barest glance felt like a handful of seconds heâd never get back due to the pointless garbage written on the pages. âThank Cap!â Law gave a non-committal grunt in acknowledgement to his subordinateâs thanks and trained his attention instead into a story about political unrest affecting two neighbouring islands.Â
Unfortunately his focus was interrupted when Penguin suddenly let out a gasp just as he was taking a bite of his breakfast causing him to choke. Law set his paper down and rose sharply, making his way directly to his friend. It was a relief that in that time Law approached, Penguin had managed to dislodge the food and caught his breath. âOi, why didnât you chew? Nearly gave us a heart attack!â Law lectured, using his relief to fuel his panicked lecture. Penguin nervously shifted in his seat and with another clearing of his throat he shakily turned over the entertainment section to show Law and the others what had caused his mishap. Lawâs eyes dropped to the print and they widened, sharply snatching it from the table just as you walked in with a long yawn breaking from your lips. âMorninâ guysâŚâ
When no-one answered you blinked and frowned at the group in confusion. Stepping closer you looked over Lawâs shoulder to see what had gotten his and everyone elseâs attention. Similar to Law, your eyes bugged and you pulled his arm towards you so you could get a better look, as iff the extra inch of space would make the page change from what you couldnât believe you were seeing. First was the eye-popping headline âHOT PIRATE OF THE WEEK: HEART PIRATESâ HEARTBREAKER!â Filling the page were images of you standing on the dock of the Polar Tang on one of the occasions the sub had surfaced and you were performing maintenance on the vessel.Â
Slowly you remembered that day. It had been so hot that you had to undo the top of your boiler suit and tie the sleeves around your waist to reveal the tank top you'd been wearing underneath. Your skin was lightly sheened with sweat and cheek smeared with a small streak of oil. Nervously you rubbed the back of your neck as you looked over the images, you were just doing your job but somehow the photographer had managed to take countless photos, all of them very flattering. It did unnerve you slightly to think that everyone would see you like this along with cheesy one-liners of âthey can perform maintenance on me any day,â âtune me up,â âletâs let off some steam,â and your favourite âCaptain Law, can we join your crew?â
Nervously you chewed your lip and looked away to finally see your Captainâs reaction, fearing he would lecture you. Instead it surprised you to see the back of his neck and his cheeks were tinged a very noticeable pink as his eyes were glued to your pictures. Unable to help yourself you couldnât help but smile slightly, pleased and a little giddy that he was looking appreciatively. Still you needed to break the silent tension. âIâm surprised they got my good side.â
âYou stupid? Every side is your good side.â Law asked suddenly, his mouth acting while his brain was still distracted. Your eyes widened and lit in shock at Lawâs words, your smile growing when realisation hit your usually serious Captain that heâd said it aloud. Flustered and unable to recover, Law swiftly turned and left the room to the safety of his office and you grinned wider to notice heâd kept a firm hold on the paper as he left.
SMOKER
Something strange was happening at G5 and it was pissing Smoker off to no end. Every few minutes calls and missives came through, the influx a lot more than normal. The usual missions and reports were overwhelmed with transfer requests coming from all sections of the worldâs seas. Part of him thought it was a well co-ordinated prank being pulled on him from the different divisions by very bored and motivated Marines that he must have angered in some way. This had to have been a prank or revenge it had to. There was no way all these requests to come to G5 was genuine.Â
It hadnât even reached mid-morning yet and what little patience he had was gone when the next transfer request came through. Angrily Smoker slammed his hand down on his desk and rose from his desk, having had more than enough nonsense to last him a lifetime. If he stayed in his office for much longer, heâd be driven to making his own transfer request to get away from it all. Needing a distraction to clear his head, Smoker began to walk aimlessly in search of what seemed like the quietest section of the base. In his mind he thought if it was quiet then that meant there would be no-one around to pester him.Â
âSmoker!â Smoker came to an abrupt halt and turned his head sharply to see you approach him, your pace quickened and expression just as frustrated and annoyed as he was. Your own sour mood was probably why you werenât trying to stay out of his way. Now finding his distraction, Smoker faced you properly. You huffed out a sharp breath, relieved that the commander had finally snapped out of whatever he was thinking about and stopped long enough for you to catch up and stop in front of him. âDidnât you hear me calling you?â
âWasnât paying attention to anything really.â Smoker explained, only now noticing his cigars had burned to nothing. Grabbing two more from his jacket he lit them and placed them into his mouth, taking a fresh inhale of the nicotine helping to make him more grounded. Releasing the breath of smoke, he used his ability to direct it away from your face as he focussed his attention on you. âSo what did you need?â
âJust a general inquiry.â You began while trying to control your anger while it was still fresh. In a base full of short fuses you at least tried to stay levelheaded around your commander. You took a slow breath and looked to him, still unable to keep the scowl from your face. âHow much trouble would I get in for beating up a newspaper employee?â
âNot like you to get so hotheaded about journalistsâŚâ You let out a bitter scoff at the word âjournalistâ and your hand holding the rolled up paper tightened to the point the paper crinkled loud enough to make Smokerâs gaze drop from your face. âWhatâs been reported?â
âYou havenât seen it?â You asked, momentarily confused. You thought everyone else had. Or was he acting dumb on purpose so you would have to relive your embarrassment in realtime in front of him. Deep down you knew that wasn't Smokerâs nature, and his mirrored look of confusion confirmed that. With a sigh you lifted your hand, offering the rolled up paper to him.Â
Smoker lightly tugged the paper out of your reluctant grip and let it unfurl. Knowing this had to be personal for you he flicked through the pages in search of the cause for your wish to cause harm to a civilian. Finally he found it, or rather it practically jumped out at him when he turned the page. Your image filled the page, the photo capturing you mid-battle. One foot had connected with the blurred shape of a pirate while your body was arched, your weapon in hand and aimed at another enemy. Smoker took in your form, eyebrows raised at how poised and strong you were. What got him the most was the fearsome, intense edge lighting your eyes, your focus entirely on stopping the pirates that had tried to ransack a village. All in all it was an extremely flattering story about your heroism and undeniable strength. Yes, there were some comments about your attractiveness but Smoker couldnât exactly argue, not when the facts were so clearly staring him in the face-both on paper and in person.Â
Finally Smokerâs eyes zeroed in on how the story piece stated you were a part of the G5 base and he let out a huff of frustration and amusement. So this was the reason for his morning-long headache. âYou just have to live with it. Thereâll be a different story by tomorrow.â Smoker shrugged calmly and handed the paper back to you. âDonât let something like this bother you. Okay?â
âItâs embarrassing.â You grumbled. âWhy did they have to fill a page with my picture? Why even use my picture at all?â
âWhy not? It looks good.â Your head snapped up at Smokerâs murmured comment, eyes widened and heat prickling the back of your neck. He looked completely composed and stoic, acting as if he hadnât said anything at all but you knew what you heard. Instead he lightly tapped your shoulder and started to head back towards his office, idly calling after you as he went. âIf youâll excuse me I have transfer requests to formally reject. Just keep up the good work.â
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I showed a bunch of 5 year olds how to make cootie catchers today. talk about big miss steaks
#cue every 5 year old within a 20 foot radius of me: MRS K CAN YOU MAKE ME ONE#MRS K CAN YOU FOLD MINE BACK UP?#MRS K WHERE DO I PUT MY FINGERS#MRS CAN YOU MAKE ME A REALLY BIG ONE#NO NOT THAT BIG#origami with kindergartners#the unfortunate situation Iâve found myself in is that I like my job#rach post#MRS K HURRY UP ART IS OVER SOON#these girls put me to WORK#meanwhile the sped boy I was supposed to be with was minding his own business sweeping paper and clay off of the floor#Iâm fighting for my LIFE and he was humming and sweeping without a care in the world#light of my life tbh đ#but he also eats garbage#so#you win some you lose some#sped
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christmas request for leah williamson:
"Just because weâre stuck under mistletoe doesnât mean I have to kiss you.â
âScared you might enjoy it?"
A Christmas Tease
Leah Williamson x fem!reader
summary: your teammate has quite the reputation and she will do anything to catch your attention
a/n: just a quick blurb i thought id write due to a sleepless night



âThere she is!â Katie shouts, arm extended with a beer in hand, announcing your late arrival at the party.
âYes, here I am. My tires are horrible with the snow and everyone drives like thereâs a whole blizzard outside.â You roll your eyes, removing your outdoor gear to throw on the coat rack and embrace the warmth of the house.
You greet everyone with a smile and catch up to all the conversations that have happened within the last 20 minutes you have missed. Youâve gotten extremely close with many of your teammates despite only playing for Arsenal for only a couple of months. Once your USWNT teammate, Emily Fox, was signed, you werenât too long after.
You had already known a lot of your teammates from international games and previous clubs you had played for, so there weren't too many people to get used to.
Besides one very obnoxious player.
Leah Williamson.
She has a reputation for sleeping around and placing girls in her trophy case. The team jokes that sheâs challenging herself to sleep with every girl in London, and, unfortunately, her new target is you.
âWere you too busy answering prayers, angel?â A thick british accent breaks you out of your trance, making you jump in surprise.
âMore like digging myself up from hell.â You say, giving her a plastered grin before taking a sip of the champagne that rests in your hand.
âIâll have you one day, you know.â Leah states confidently, earning herself a sharp glare from you in which she only returns with a cocky smirk.
Not even wanting to argue with the girl, you scoff and walk over to where Lia and Mariona sit and join them in conversation. Youâd never admit this to the blonde, not wanting to make her ego swell bigger than it anyway is, you used to have the biggest crush on her before you transferred to Arsenal.
You always found the blonde extremely attractive, especially on the pitch, but when you finally met her and found out about her off-the-pitch affairs, your crush faded away.
âYou still there, amiga?â Mariona asks softly, noticing your silence.
âYes, of course. Sorry, just a bit distracted.â You smile apologetically, twisting the glass in your hand for distraction.
âNo need to apologize, but if I may, does this have anything to do with a certain english blonde defender?â Lia smirks teasingly as you roll your eyes and shake your head rapidly.
âAbsolutely not. You know my feelings about that, Lia.â The swiss girl allows the conversation to disappear although she doesnât believe you one bit.
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âNext question, what is everyoneâs favorite christmas song?â Kim asks the team who all are huddled around in the living space, you coincidentally smushed on a loveseat with Leah.
Many shouts are thrown across the room from voices trying to top each other, debating on what christening song is the ultimate song, including your voice.
Noticing the girl next to you zoning out and not participating, you bump your shoulder into hers, asking, âWhat about you? Whatâs your favorite christmas song?â
âRockinâ around the christmas tree.â Leah nods in confidence.
âWhy that one?â You immediately regret asking when that familiar cocky grin stretches along the older girlâs face.
âBecause I know I can rock your world when you finally let me.â She whispers, leaning closer to you so no one else can hear, and quickly snapping back when you push her in disgust, making the girl chuckle and take a sip of her drink.
Many hours pass by with more questions, movies, karaoke, and so on before people start to trickle out to head back to their destined homes. It was only you and a few people left, cleaning up the snacks that were on display and garbage littered in small areas.
Leaning against the wall of the archway, someone clearing their throat grabs your attention next to you. You quickly see the blonde locks and huff in annoyance before turning back to look at what you were.
She taps your shoulder and points above the two of you, causing you to scoff when you notice the holiday plant hanging down by a string. Leahâs white teeth shimmer at you before puckering her lips and making exaggerated kissy noises.
âJust because we are under a mistletoe does not mean I have to kiss you.â You declare, watching the older girl with squinted eyes.
âAfraid you may enjoy it, darling?â Leah questions, pulling herself off the wall and moving slightly closer to you with a wide grin plastered on her face.
A weird shock runs through your body from hearing her husky tone, but you shake it off as the thought of a cold shiver. You swiftly look around to make sure no one is around before closing the gap between you and Leah, grabbing her arms and placing them on your hips while yours wraps around her neck.
The blondeâs smile fades and instead is replaced with a huge face of shock.
âI know Iâll enjoy it. I have been dreaming of you railing me into the mattress over and over again, having your way with me on every surface of every room, and making my legs shake violently with every orgasm you give me.â You whisper, lips brushing against the girlâs ear as her hands grip your hips together with every word.
âYeah?â Leahâs voice shakes.
âOh yeah, but this wonât ever happen except in your daydreams.â
With that, you down the rest of the drink in your hand and strut off to help Kim with the rest of the cleanup, leaving the defender in complete bewilderment and arousal.
Merry christmas indeed.
#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson#katie mccabe#kim little#lia walti#mariona caldentey#woso x reader#woso fic#woso imagine#woso#emily fox
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I've struggled to explain to people why I can't see Rook as actually helping any of the characters work through their problems in Veilguard, and I think perhaps the best way to put it is that in my playthrough, every single choice I made had me feeling like I was the unpopular kid in school learning for the first time that if I was quippy, I'd have an easier go of things.
There's a "first time trying stand up" energy Rook has that could be endearing in realistic doses, but it is the beginning and the end of their range in 90% of the conversations you can have. Should you drift from the purple drama mask options (I hesitate to call them the Hawke options because it feels like shoving a tiny replica into the shadow of a giant), the best you have are empty platitudes for how little you know the companions.
This fandom is so creative and so good at coming up with inventive and engaging details and additional storylines. But that's fun (at least for me) to do on top of already great games. Here, I feel like players have to do a LOT, and most of it comes from some strong reliance on being willing to self-insert or develop a strong backstory and additional context on the fly. As someone who wanted to fall into this world again and escape for a little while, taking on that work right out the gate instead of having the option to do it later was unfortunate.
I, personally, am garbage at comforting my friends. I too, tend to have a very "there there" way of handling stressful situations. But Rook's moments of comforting the companions aren't even truly played from that angle, either. It just comes across as robotic. From what I'm remembering, every conversation came across something like
"I am upset because plot point."
"Oh, yeah, plot points can be *insert joke* like that."
"Ha, yeah, I guess."
"Listen Companion, I just want to remind you that I'm your friend and that things are bad but you, a mostly infallible character, are going to be just fine."
"Thanks, Rook."
"It's what I'm here for."
And when there aren't enough in-game decisions to influence the actions your companions take or how they think of you so that they differ depending on the save file you're in, it just spirals into a formulaic copy and paste run for every playthrough unless you're doing heavy narrative lifting in what is supposed to heavy narrative game. I can't believe my Rook is anything special to these characters because there is no chance for you to make your Rook truly unique in a meaningful way as in other games. And I'm finding that I miss it so so much
#might have to elaborate better later#but this is a late night ramble#after a day of hardcore studying#so forgive any incoherence#datv critical#veilguard critical#dragon age veilguard
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Three brave women beat up a shopkeeper in islamic republic of Pakistan for harassing them and all the Pakistani men are so pissed off that theyâre sending death threats to those women for taking action in their own hands instead of tolerating and calling some male authority or police. That piece of shit also filed a case against those women for abusing him and as a citizen of this trash country, i can tell he will win the case.
A 20 years old girl, Sania Zehra, was brutally tortured, raped and murdered by her husband, syed ali raza bukhari, when she was pregnant with her third child. This also happened in Pakistan on 8th of July. Now the same men are silent over this or trying to shove the issue of Palestine on feminist pages posting about Saniaâs case because "far worst things are happening in the world". Meanwhile, Pakistani women are busy dick worshipping the victimâs father because "he must be so traumatised after losing his daughter like this. oh poor man!" As if that bitch isnât at fault for making her daughter marry that old beast when she was probably 16.
Celebrities here are more concerned about menâs deteriorating mental health in this country as these lunatics think catering to menâs feelings will somehow fix them. What else can you expect from them when the entire world outside has progressed, but these dumbfucks are still portraying the same old cringe fairytale stories where a simple beautiful, but unfortunate girl falls in love with some ugly psychotic man and tolerates his abuse because "thatâs true love đ" and in the end, sheâs successful in fixing him.
But when we speak a word against the atrocities women face in this country, all these people lose their minds and try to silence us to ensure the image of their fuckin country is not at risk of defamation and the lovely Pakistan can become an example of how peaceful islam is. Pakistani men (and most women here as well) are intolerant when it comes to the vilification of the image of their country and religion. And their asses start burning when they see someone ruining it. They even stoop so low to the level of satanism that they would not hesitate to send death threats to anyone making them look bad globally. A girl i was friends with on FB wished Malala another gunshot on her face by Taliban because of her anti-marriage stance.
This is why i urge yâall to please donât stay silent on the issues women are facing in Pakistan. I never see global feminist pages talking about female oppression in this garbage country. Some feminists living in west also act like brown men are somehow better than white men and theyâre more oppressed than white women because of racism, or that muslim men are better than christian bigots. Stop victimising brown muslim men. Not only are they hideous but also the misogyny the south asian society has shoved in their assholes is extremely disgusting and they keep shitting it on women everywhere they go, including white women.
I wouldnât expect support from brainless libby feminists as theyâre probably busy pulling their pants down on their favourite OF platforms or fighting misandry online, but i would love to see all the radfems speaking up for south asian women. Please make it known globally how the Pakistani islamic community is constantly oppressing women day by day.
Use the examples i stated above. Speak up for Sania Zehra!! Demand justice for her globally, and keep bashing corrupt Pakistani law system. Also, donât forget to defame their religion. These people are most protective of their culture and religion. I donât see any hope in this country for women, but thereâs a chance they will start taking action and give proper justice to the victims in order to protect their so called dignity.
#justice for sania zehra#radblr#radical feminism#radical feminist community#radical feminist safe#feminism#radical feminist#pakistani women#muslim men are trash#brown men are trash#pakistani men are trash#all men are trash#men are trash#south asian women#female liberation#radical feminists do interact
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basorexia (i)
pairing: cairo sweet | reader summary: you're dying to know what cairo's lips taste like. word count: 2295 warnings: mdni, +18 only! no pronouns used, kissing, slightly nsfw, sexual tension, a bit angsty, not exactly a happy ending, sorry...
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Clearing your throat for the 5th time since class started, you tried to look away from the girl that stood in front of the class, paper in hands as she read the words written on it to everyone. The brown eyes would often travel around looking for any reactions that she would entice, from Mr. Miller, to her best-friend, to the rest of the students and finally landing on you.Â
Cairo gave you a brief smile, but enough to make you blush. The heat wave taking over your body, making you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Sitting in the front row, that close to her, was not the best idea.
As the brunette finished presenting her paper, the professor motioned for her to return to her seat, right next to you. Also not a good idea, but she insisted and it wasnât hard to comply with her wishes. You swallowed hard, eyes looking at your hands that rested on your lap, avoiding to look at her, being this closed never failed to agitate your heart, especially after her readings.
âSo,â Cairo leaned closer, whispering in your ear with a sweet voice. âWhat did you think?â
âIt was incredible, as well as everything you've ever written. You have a way with words that never fails to astonish me.â
The girl let out a small laugh. âIs âastonishâ your word of the day?â
âHow did you guess?â You retorted in the same playful tone.
You finally looked at her. Big mistake, if you cared to admit to yourself.
Cairo was close, leaning into your personal space as she always did to test your reactions. Her eyes carried unspoken words that you wished sheâd share with you the same way she does when working on her writing, but it never seemed to be something that would, eventually, come to reality. She had many things she wanted to share, unfortunately, none involved you.
Not directly, at least.
Feeling your throat dry at the sudden closeness, your eyes darted from hers, down to her lips where a small smile rested, knowing damn well the effect she had on you.Â
âI can read you like a poem.â She whispered, pulling back to pay attention to the rest of the class.
It was a truthful statement, she can read you as if you were written by a high schooler, with shallow, badly used words that confuses everyone around, including you.
Sometimes it felt like she was interpreting you wrongly, in her own ways.
And that only made you more confused as to what was the feeling you felt when she was beside you. And what she felt for you.
Yet, you burn inside to hear her mind.Â
The rest of the morning went by like the wind, occasionally blowing on your hair, threatening to rain every second. Like every other ordinary day.Â
Cairo would spend time either writing or reading in her own world, completely focused on the words she would type on her laptop, stealing glances from you every now and then when Winnieâs laugh got her attention. You pretend not to feel the brown eyes burning your side profile, but the brunette always noticed the way you gulp and bite on your lower lip before returning her attention to her work.Â
Only then youâd look at her. And it was as if the world was muted by whoever controls this reality, making everything disappear as you gazed at her face, from the messy fringe that covered her forehead to the light-colored dots that were spread on her skin, your favorite one being a small freckle on her lip that you wished to kiss away and steal it for you.
You were dying to know how she tastes, if it was bitter like the coffee she insists is better than any other sugary garbage you and Winnie chooses to drink, or if it was minty like the cigarettes that always rested in her hands. Maybe it tasted like cinnamon because of the gum she carries in her back pocket, or cherries since she loves to eat them when sheâs alone at home.
Shaking your head, you turned your attention back to Winnie Black and whatever was the subject she seemed excited to talk about, and all you could do was laugh when she did.Â
Cairo noticed your behavior.
On your way through the trees, you trailed behind her, just admiring the way she would kneel whenever a new insect crossed her way.Â
âDonât you think theyâre cute?â She asked with glowing eyes, looking hypnotized by the green praying-mantis in her hands.Â
âIt would be more interesting if they could kung-fu.âÂ
Cairo rolled her eyes at your joke, coming closer to you to lay the innocent animal in your own hands, a disgusted feature took over your face once you felt the tickles in your skin.Â
âIf they could kung-fu, youâd be dead by now.â She joked back, walking her way out of the woods that led to the old, empty mansion on the other side, leaving you behind unsure on what to do with the tiny creature in your hands. Luckily, it jumped off on its own as if it had noticed your discomfort.Â
You laughed to yourself, following her once again.
The old place had slowly become your second house as you stayed there more than at your actual home. With Cairoâs parents out for most of the days on working trips, youâd find yourself more comfortable with the otherâs presence as you both worked on your assignment in silence after class.
It was dark outside the window when you let out a sigh of relief, finally finished with your work. Looking over to Cairo, she still had the laptop on her lap, but little did you know she had finished her own homework way before you.
âDo you know what âbasorexiaâ means?â Her voice made you stare at her with a confused aura. You denied with your head, sitting back up on the chair you were in. Cairo took one last drag on the cigarette that rested between her fingers before putting it out on the small, porcelain plate on the nightstand by her bed. She walked to you at a slow, calculated pace until she was standing in front of you. âIt means âthe overwhelming desire to kiss someoneâ.â She explained, calmly placing herself on your lap.
âWhat are you doing?â You choked on your voice, trying to back yourself away from her, but her hands firmly on your shoulders and legs resting side by side with yours made you stay in place.Â
âI want the truth.â
âWhat truth, Cairo?â
When the brunette leaned closer, you could smell the mint in her breath. Her fingers found the collar of your shirt, touching your neck with the tip of them.
âAbout what you want.â Her eyes were dark, pupils full blown at the feeling of you so tensed up under her touch. âI see the way you look at me, an overflowing desire that is almost drowning you in.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You tried to play off, but your voice failed you as you looked away from her, focusing on the vintage furniture that decorated her bedroom; everything looked so antique, matching perfectly with the personality of the girl stranding your lap.Â
Cairoâs hand left your shoulder to lock your chin over her index finger as she made you look at her.
âYou can lie to yourself as many times as you want, but you cannot lie to me.â Her thumb brushed softly on your lower lip and you had to stop yourself from sucking it into your mouth. âYou think youâre doing a great job at hiding whatâs in your head, but your body gives away your true intentions.â
âAnd howâs that?â The low, curious tone in your voice made the girl lean closer, brushing her lips against yours.
âYour eyes love to travel up and down my body, but they seem to have a strange obsession with my lips.â She licked on them, the tip of her tongue touching you. You closed your eyes for a mere second, but the small tilt on your chin made you open them again. âYour cheeks gain a pinkish tone whenever I lean closer to you and you stop breathing as if the air I let out is toxic. Your hands refuse to touch me out of fear Iâll burn under your touch.â The hand that wasn't holding you in place found yours that were glued to your sides, making them rest on her thigh. âSo, I want you to tell me whatâs going on inside your pretty little head.â
Cairo Sweet is objective, what she wants, sheâll have it. One way or another. And she had her own ways to justify the means.
Your brain tried to form a single sentence, but the words had left your vocabulary, all it had left was the new word you had just learned: basorexia.Â
Was that what you felt in your chest?Â
Once again, the girl proved to be ahead of you, knowing your true wishes. Reading you like an open book displayed on her desk among the others that she devours.Â
You took one last deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts before you let out all thatâs been troubling you since you first met Cairo.
âI want to kiss you. But only once, I think.â The girl smiled, reaching out for your other hand so that now both rested on her thighs. âI just want to know what itâs like and Iâve spent enough time staring at your lips that I canât bear the thought of never finding out.â
âWhat if I donât want to kiss you?âÂ
âThen that makes us two liars instead of one.â Your voice was nothing but a lowly whisper, afraid to break that thick tension that surrounded the both of you like the smoke that Cairo blew out of her mouth.
Your hands moved up and down, never trespassing the fabric of her black skirt. You didn't want to abuse a boundary that you didn't know existed, but imagined. Everything about Cairo was a mystery, she spent more time hidden in the words of her books than actually expressing her wishes out loud, it was rare the times she felt comfortable saying them, and when she did, it felt like you were standing in the eye of the hurricane.
Her hands were heavy on your shoulder, slowly moving to tangle in your hair to pull your head back. You looked at her with half-opened eye lids and parted lips as she carefully analyzed you, deciding on what should be her next step. All she knew was that, after the first one, she couldnât take two back.
Cairo fixed herself on your lap, holding back a heavy breath that threatened to escape her throat at the touch of your burning hands moving past her skirt. You wanted to grab the flesh and move her against you just to hear that sound again.
You watched with hypnotized eyes when she stopped smiling, hovering over you with open lips, her hot breath mixing with yours, but never closing the small gap between the two of you. She was unsure, hesitant, almost as if waiting for someone to push her off the edge of a cliff.
This time you took the first step, your hands held her waist and your torso moved against hers to capture her lips with your own, sucking on her bottom lip. Cairo kissed you with hunger, easily taking control of the situation with her hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you towards her as she pushed herself on you, not even air could go through you.
She tasted divine on your tongue, even more than you could ever dream of, and the sounds that were escaping from her parted lips whenever you tilted your head for a different fitting filled your ears and soon became your favorite sound. When she moaned against your mouth, feeling your nails dig the skin of her waist, you went to heaven and back, your body heating up as if hell embraced you in a tight hug.Â
Moving one of her hands from your face, the brunette guided yours up, squeezing her breast with a small smile while kissing you before leading it down her body once more.Â
She was hot against your fingers and it was easy for you to slide them against her slit at a torturous pace. Cairo held your hand steady, deciding to move her hips against you, whining on your lips with eyes closed. Short nails digging at the nape of your neck, a bearable burning on the spot.Â
Trailing your kisses down her neck, you licked on her pulse point, earning yourself a hoarse moan before she pulled back from you, standing up before she reached the âno returnâ point.
You nearly screamed at the sudden abruption, following behind her. As your arms were to wrap around her waist, she pushed you down back on the chair with a firm hand on your chest. You stared at her, frustrated and bothered, and she didnât seem so different from you. Swollen lips, dark eyes and heavy breathing, her shoulders fastly moving up and down. Once again, you were confused with her actions.
The awkward silence that filled the bedroom was loud, screaming inside of your head. You wanted to slap that expression on her face, the one that looked at you with a tensed jawline. Instead, you just got up and took the jacket that rested on the chairâs arm, hearing the flick of her lighter before you closed the door and walked down the stairs, a burning feeling on your chest.
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