#yashiro?? having to leave everyone behind???

[lolo-chi]

tbhk 121.....................

[euthymiya]

"Is it true, my lord?" you murmur softly against his chest. It's quiet, and you're bare, the both of you. The words are forced out like they're glued to your lips, so you pry them off, ripping off the skin in the process and leaving you bleeding.

Ayato is clever. Cunningly so, you think. Something about the way his lips quirk makes you think he's well aware of what you mean. Something about the way he raises his brows makes you know he's not going to make this easy for you.

"Is what true?" he asks smoothly. Too smooth. It's like he's been waiting for this question. He glances down at you as you fight the urge to hide against his sternum.

"There is word, my lord," you say carefully. "I'm certain you are better acquainted with the rumors than myself."

"Word of what, exactly? There are many rumors across Inazuma, you know."

Ayato is also infuriating. He always has been.

You think it's the way he's so easy to disappear. He's there one second, like pelting rain. Cold. Unbearably difficult to ignore. Lingering on your skin as it rises with goosebumps and brings a shiver down your spine. And then he's gone. The harsh droplets blended with the current and carried away downstream, slipping through the cracks of your fingers like he was never meant to fit between them in the first place.

Ayato was never meant to fit against you in the first place. He does an impeccably cruel job of making you believe it's possible that he could, sometimes, though. You wonder if that's the irony of his vision—what justice is there to how he rips your heart from your chest, inspecting it closely in awe for just a moment before tossing it to your feet in indifference?

Surely, the god of Hydro does not recognize such sadism, let alone reward it. Surely, there is some form of injustice to how he toys with your feelings.

Patience is your strong suit. It has to be when loving Ayato—it has to be especially when you love him from his shadow. He faces the sun, just as any head of a clan should. You linger in the space behind, devoid of light—and, for a moment, you wonder if that's why he likes to keep you around.

Everyone who faces the light needs a shadow.

"If you wish to be coy," you say bitterly, "then allow me to be plain. There is word that the Kamisato clan seeks the betrothal of their head. Forgive me for seeking confirmation directly from the source himself."

"Ah," he drawls, so sickeningly sweet in that voice of his. You love him. You always have. You have never hated that truth more. "Yes, it is. It seems the elders believe I will be well past my prime should I wait any longer."

"And what do you believe, my lord?"

"That it is my duty to fulfill the wishes of my elders."

Your heart sinks. You already knew it would—made room for it so it wouldn't destroy any more of yourself in its path, even. You expected it to hit that place at the bottom of your guts that makes you feel nauseous and numb all at once. It was only a matter of time, of course—you're not naive enough to believe he could be yours like this forever.

You always liked to daydream, though. A day where Ayato and you faced the sun together, no longer hidden in the shadow of the moon under his sheets. No longer quiet in your affairs like they're disgustingly wrong. Maybe you are naive, though—maybe such a daydream is only proof your mind is painfully self-indulgent to the point of doom.

"Do you eye someone in particular?" you force yourself to ask. You're not sure why. Maybe masochism makes it easy to breathe when it's your heart that's bleeding and not your lungs.

"I do," he confirms. Cruel, you think—so cruel is the Yashiro Commissioner to keep you close, fighting against space itself to have your body close by night and give into its wickedness during the day. And so wicked, heartless, and brutal is space—you hate it more and more every day.

"You should not bed someone when dreaming of being betrothed, Ayato," you bite. The words are laced with venom, tasting acrid on your tongue as they flow past your bleeding lips.

"On the contrary, my dear," he hums, pulling you tighter, closer. Fighting against space just as he always does—winning so easily, you wonder if space has ever tried in the first place. "Who else should I bed if not my betrothed?"

You blanch. Something stirs in your heart—you force it down and scold yourself for having the audacity to hope. Hope is not for you. Not for someone so plain. So mundane. So outside the realm of nobility.

You swallow thickly and croak, "You should be kinder, Ayato. Such cold games are hardly befitting of a husband."

"Is that so? Then I will do my best," he murmurs. His lips find yours, pressing a delicate enough kiss against them that it feels as though the rough, raw skin mends instantly. "Rest assured your husband shall be as kind as you need, my dear."

Your eyes widen. Something in you nags in a breathlessly hopeful voice—divinity is never wrong. The god of Hydro is not mistaken. Justice is the love that seeps into your broken heart from the man who tore it in the first place, patching it together better than it ever was to begin with.

[urlovebrini]

arranged marriage with ayato

⋆❀ — includes: ayato x fem! reader

⋆❀ — content: arranged marriage, kokomi's little sister! reader, angst, hurt/comfort, ayato is rude, ayato is bad at feelings, thoma is a sweetheart, traditions and rules, high expectations, conflict, fluff at the end, lots of water allegories, maybe a little to poetic, sfw

⋆❀ — a/n: hello everyone long time not seen, but i am back and will be writing more here! so i always love arranged marriages more if they are traditional, i try to investigate the use of japanese words the best i can but if i make a mistake feel free to correct me.

⋆❀ — arranged marries series: alhaitham | tartaglia | diluc

⋆❀˖°·࿐ ࿔˚ ayato

the strong sound of the rain lets you clear your mind and emotions a little, and even it makes you feel comfortable, it’s like the weather has decided to match your emotions, so you walk, walk to the middle of the storm, walk in the heavy rain trying to watch away all the feelings and emotions, trying to watch them and leave them behind, leave them behind as are you now leaving this house, this life, and this marriage. 

the arranged marriage with the head of the yashiro commission, kamisato ayato, was one of a show, a show of peace, a show of unity and a new beginning of relations between inazuma and ekanomiya, a marriage between one of the sangonomiya clan and one of the sanbugyou, to consolidate the peace between the two new lands, in this way, you took the responsibility, your big sister kokomi had always shouldered the heavy responsibilities alone if you could help her in something you would do, so you accepted and travelled to inazuma and married commissioner kamisato ayato, and you promised to your sister that you will be fine, in reality, you believed that you will be fine, you wanted this to work out. and maybe you were being naive, or maybe you are just weak but now you are walking in a storm hopping to get away, and as you walk you try to leave all the memories behind.

the day of the wedding was wrapped in expectation and solemnity, the gardens of the kamisato state were decorated with flowers and symbols that represent the honour of the union of ekanomiya and inazuma. the ceremony was simple and formal it was what it had to be. you remember your first big impression of ayato, cordial, charismatic, you could say charming, so you smiled, thinking that this could work better than you first thought. but when the ceremony ends and the night comes is a shift of reality, his attitude distant and cold, and you feel a gap between the two, but you try to understand.

the night came and your mind went to the room, you were nervous but you thought it would be a good chance to talk without people, get to know each other a little more, and maybe begin a friendship in the same way. so when the housekeeper of the kamisato clan guides you through hallways, surprise and confusion fill your thoughts as you take notice that your room is located apart from the main rooms. you didn't want to overthink things, but a sense of isolation starts to feel in your chest.

days passed, but the feeling grew bigger, you felt lost, but trying to take control you started to explore the new house, you were surrounded by strangers but that was a thing you thought you could change. and in the reflection of your thoughts you came to realise some things, one, the kamisato clan is always busy, the servants, ayaka, thoma and ayato are always working, two, ayato is keeping his distance from you, three, even if you are now a kamisato, you don't know what are you role or work in this house. 

you were in limbo, with a clear role or purpose in your new life, you are the kamisato ojousama, but is only in word, in reality, it is almost like you are an object a decoration, just a thing that doesn't even have a purpose and is just there. 

time goes by, and the rain gets heavier as the short memories started, you really never had a place here, it was clear since that afternoon that you walked into the office of your husband with nervousness and determination, and you really tried to integrate yourself in the kamisato clan.

“shujinsama” your voice is timid, his gaze rested on you, and although his expression was serene, you could see the trace of fatigue in his eyes. “yes, tsuma?” even in his soft voice, you could feel the distant formality that has characterized his interaction with you. his focus went back to the papers in front of him as you started to talk “i would like to help in the next event, maybe i could be in charge or something, or help in…” your voice stops as ayato eyes rest shortly on you and get back to his papers “is not necessary, all the events are managed fine by the kamisato clan, you don't need to worry about that things”

his voice was calm but your chest hurt with his words, even with that you tried again “i really wish to help in some capacity and be more involved” you don't know why but at that moment a tear slid down your face. 

silence fell between the two, as your tears slowly fell. ayato watched you, and for a moment, you saw a shadow of something beyond his facade of formality. but in the blink of an eye, his expression hardened again “ayaka is the one in charge, you are not needed” that was the first time you cried for his words.

you remember how thoma found you crying, not noticing his presence in your room as he brought you some tea, he was warm, and his words were warm, but you knew that he had a role, and you never would want to tear him from his position in the clan, so even there you were alone. and even if you are torn inside, you tried to believe in his words, in that it was only a question of time. 

for some time you tried to convince yourself that you would find a hold in this place, but is like destiny was laughing in your face, that was today, maybe yesterday, here all things have protocols, and without guidance, is difficult to not make errors. the last thing you remember before just taking a bag and getting out, was the cold eyes and cold words of ayato “your mistakes shows your negligence” you tried to control yourself, now your place “it was involuntary, i was just trying too…” but his worlds felt like knives it was confusing but you remember he saying things about responsibility, about your place, about you need to show your worth

so you try to get out, you come to a realization, even if you share the family name, you are not part of his family, even if you have taken his last name you are not part of the clan and you will never be, even if you are now a kamisato in law or paper, you realize that is not enough, there is a wall, the rain falls and in a strange way, the coldness and harshness recomforts you, without a plan you are walking away. 

"what do you think you are doing" a voice stops you, clear and loud, even in the middle of the storm, his voice is a bigger tempest to come, you can find more words, but you don't want to fight more, you never were a warrior, you never consider yourself strong and you don't want to be "going away". his voice is closer like a hurricane going your way "i ask again, what do you think you are doing?" you are in the eye of the storm "going away!, ayato i can take it anymore, i can't support a minute more” you are not looking at him, but hi looking at you his voice strong like always "and you think escaping is a solution? escaping your responsibilities here?"

your tears flow with the rain, the fear, the pain, the sadness and the desesperación flow inside you like a wave of emotions that they drag more and more into the sea, and all you can feel are those negative emotions, hoping to be washed away on a shore. 

the image of you can escape ayato eyes, his eyes fixed on you watching you, but in reality, seeing you for the first time. he sees you crumble, the intensity of your crying is even stronger than the rain, all the emotions in the wave that drags you more and more inside the sea drowning you, and you can't breath, all the weight of your emotions dragging you down. as more tears fall from your eyes, ayato sees how your breath runs out of air, your breathing more agitated and difficult. almost like you are drowning. he sees how thoma gets to you, face full of worry "breathe slowly, here with me..."

ayato takes his distance but doesn't leave, his eyes fixed on your trembling body, your reaction taking a toll on him, you can feel his gaze, his eyes, and you can feel him coming to you"i am sorry" "never have the intention to take you to this point, i… i should have managed things in a different way” but you feel your mind foggy like its an illusion, the rain pours strong over you, and your heart pours inside of you. 

you don't remember at what moment, you are taken inside the house, you don't remember at what moment you enter the bath, but now you are here surrounded by warm water and vapour, pleasant scents of lavender and rose, the room is lith in dim light, and the sound of rain continues outside.

and then the door opens, his eyes fall on you surrounded by water and spume, his eyes observe you, seeing you, he gets close, with slow and measured movements, ayato kneels next to the bathtub, is all silence only the rain until his voice breaks the silence “i have been a stupid fool, i have been also a despicable man, i made things difficult to you, and i have made you cry” his eyes fixated in you “i know apologies are not enough, but i will say sorry, and you have the right of not trusting in me, but seeing you cry like that… i don't want to make cry anymore” 

lost for words you look at him trying to form a sentence but the only thing you can say is “thanks” ayato smiles at you, and it seems like a real smile “i know I've made mistakes, that i have hurt you, and sorry is not enough, but if you are willing to give me a chance, to amend, i will change, i promise you will not longer feel trapped or unhappy”

you can only nod, this is all you wanted an opportunity, a chance, an open door, ayato hand travels slowly to your check, caressing your face, and it feels warmer than the water, his eyes are soft, his smile is soft, and he rolls up his sleeves “can i?” you nod even if you don't understand his hands travel to your hair and he starts to wash it  “ayato?” your voice is soft and he smiles to you “i promise i will make the things right”

⋆❀ — a/n: it was really a long time since i wrote something creative, but i am here and i will try to stay active and post constantly. really struggled with the start and trying to not make this a bible, hope that you enjoy it a little, maybe if it is received well i can make a long version for ao3, i like the idea of a young kokomi sister. like always commissions and suggestions are open, if you want to be tagged just tell me and be my guest, love you all have a nice day

⋆❀ — lovelies tags: @oveloof,

[theamityelf]

Okay at this point am just gonna start calling myself chai anon if you don't mind because it seems like am here to stay with the ideas (ahoge makoto, sharing makoto between students)

Okay soooooo i was thinking about class 77 reaction to their minis after leaving the simulation

And this is perhaps in an au where they all live? Or maybe if like canon only makoto,kyoko,aoi, byakuya, yashiro,toko live

BUUUUT basically they leave the simulation and are like :O

Because HEY their minis that they had to take care of are now not minis,just normal people

But despite that I think perchance habits are still hard to break whether it be kazuichi looking out for chihiro or mahiru making sure hifumi doesn't do anything you get my point

But I just wanna see when nagito sees big makoto or when the class does they'd be like '... nothing changed' because they're right, makoto is still the same clumsy guy that gets lost repeatedly and that sometimes the class has to look for him albeit not as much,so maybe like nagito would also keep up the habits he built on petting him or the class would sometimes pull at his ahoge if makoto insists on working when he should get some sleep

Ahhhh now am imagining it with the au of makoto being fuyuhiko's mini but an all honesty am all out of brain juice currently because am studying for an exam when I got stuck with the idea

This is a threat,you will see me again with more ideas :)

Chai anon-

(I look forward to it! 😁)

Mini Classmates AUs Masterlist

You know, from a rehabilitating-the-Remnants standpoint (in this AU), I'm sure the idea behind the mini kouhais was to give the Remnants an opportunity to care about someone who depended on them and couldn't do much/anything for them in return.

Like, the Neo World Program was meant to be a scenario where they were experiencing communal love for their classmates as a collective, friend love for those they specifically connected with, and selfless love for the kouhai they were taking care of.

But they definitely missed the mark on that last point, because the takeaway for a lot of them definitely ended up being, "Some of my mental health is now staked on the fact that this person depends on me and I get to take care of them and project feelings onto them and keep them close."

That possessiveness we talked about is going to be propping up a lot of the weight for their sense of self, once the foundations of who they are get shaken by remembering what they've done.

And when the feeling of ownership they had over their kouhais is challenged by them being people-sized, I don't think all of the Remnants are going to be willing to let go. A lot of them are going to want to act out some version of that relationship on the full-sized kouhais.

And after everything they've done, there's a lot they can justify now. After all, if cuddling with their kouhais keeps them from relapsing into despair and committing bigger atrocities, then they should do everything in their power to make sure they can cuddle with their kouhais, right?

(Basically, A Panel of Hope Experts, but for everyone.)

The matter of whether or not the whole 78th class is alive becomes huge, in this case.

If not, one imagines the Neo World Program was supposed to have a whole process for letting the proxies for the people who died say goodbye and go away and just generally break things to the Remnants gently and give them time to grieve before the full brunt of the apocalypse hits him.

Instead, the killing game happened, and there was presumably no time to adjust to their kouhais actually being dead before the Remnants woke up with a deluge of traumatic memories and had no one to make a little sleep space for or carry to the dining hall or anything.

They just have these six. And Aoi doesn't need Akane to cut up her food anymore. Makoto still falls a lot, but he doesn't need them to help him up. Toko doesn't need to be protected from Gundham's hamsters, Byakuya doesn't need to be helped up to the sink basin, they can take care of themselves.

But a lot of the Remnants really want to act like they can't.

And those whose kouhais died find themselves very attached to whichever survivor was closest to them. Hiyoko is even more attached to Aoi than Akane is; Ibuki again joins Nagito in smothering Makoto; Mikan is obsessed with the fact that Yasuhiro was one of the last ones to genuinely try to connect with Taka.

(Kazuichi is mostly just bitter about everything.)

If the 78th class is alive, then that's a bit better for everyone. Kazuichi would definitely be less bitter if Chihiro was alive to care about. But Taka should be worried, because Mikan will be the clingiest she's ever been. And Fuyuhiko definitely won't like being shorter than Mondo again.

In this situation, pretty much everyone can just fixate on their specific kouhai, instead of having to collectively share.

Chiaki wasn't really human, so Celeste doesn't have a senpai. Just imagining Mikan eagerly volunteering to take her in. It's as if she's just adopted two black-haired, red-eyed orphans.

Either way, we end up in a situation where, first of all, some of the Remnants will be very quick to make their kouhais need them.

(The Makoto ahoge hack, definitely. He'll be trying to get work done, and one of them just starts brushing his hair, and he's like, "I know what you're doing. It's not gonna work." But he's asleep in minutes, and they get to carry him to bed or let him sleep across their lap. And I'm sure at least some of the other Remnants have found similar things that make their kouhais sleepy or vulnerable.)

And second of all, if Hajime/Izuru thinks it will benefit his friends' recovery, he will make sure the kouhais need their senpais. Maybe he'll lightly poison them so they'll be sick for a while.

(Maybe he omits Kyoko from whatever he does, just out of personal loyalty. She was his mini, after all. She can observe from the sidelines alongside him. He'll make sure she doesn't interfere.)

[andromeda-nova-writing]

idk who this can be paired with but i would love to see your spin to “really nice guy who hates you”! hehe :3 tq — @milkstore

He was the first person I thought of. It helps that he really is just a nice guy.

“You should come with me to see Ayaka one of these days,” Yoimiya suggested as the two of you moved boxes of fireworks packing them up for a delivery to the Yashiro commission.

“I've met her before… and that bodyguard she has.” her voice dropped.

“You okay? Did something happen when you met Thoma?” She peaked her head out from behind a box.

“I've been running over what happened in my mind that day but it doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh?”

Y/N placed the box on the ground in the front. “I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. I was just as polite and kind as I am to anyone. I even offered to pay for a drink for them while taking care of my parent’s stall.”

“You do that for almost everyone nice enough to you. You did it for me probably too many times.”

“Cause you keep giving my family free fireworks! What am I supposed to do?”

Yoimiya laughed.

“Anyway. I made the drinks right in front of them. Ayaka was the sweetest. Thoma… are you sure he's a nice guy?”

“Yeah! He's like suuuper helpful! He came to read to some of the children around with me last week. Even gave them all piggyback rides.” Yoimiya seemed to genuinely like the guy.

“He just stared at the drink as if I poured him a glass of mud that I spat in. His eyes were so cold. Like his eyes stared into my very soul looking at me for any past sin I could have committed all with the smile of a devil.”

Yoimiya put her box down. “Are you sure you were talking to Thoma? That sounds nothing Like him.” With the box no longer covering her view she could see who was coming for the firework pickup. “That's Thoma coming this way actually. Hii!” She yelled out with a big wave.

“Don't call him over. He might bite my head off.”

“Yoimiya! Y/N.” He greeted back upon getting closer to the two. His voice was cheerful greeting Yoimiya but when he said her name it felt like he had to force it out through his teeth. It looked as if Yoimiya didn't even notice.

“Let me go inside and finish packing up the last box. It won't take too long.” She explained leaving the two of them alone despite What Y/N explained. Betrayal.

The least she could do was try and make an effort. Maybe Yoimiya was right and he truly was a nice guy. Maybe she just caught him on a bad day and that was clouding her thoughts. “So how's Ayaka doing? Well, I hope.”

“None of your concern but she's fine.” Yikes. And people describe him as a puppy? His arms were crossing making him look even more closed off.

“I'm glad. Especially with the festival drawing near. By any chance could I get an update on if my parent’s drink stall request to be at the festival went through? I know it's a bit informal asking now but-”

“Denied.”

“Like the request was denied or that this isn't a good time to ask if-”

“Denied.” He sighed. People could have two bad days in a row, right?

“Oh okay.” She held her head down not wanting To make eye contact with him any further. “It just seems like Ayaka enjoyed it so much.”

“Miss Kamisato.” He corrected. “Your parents are the ones who put the application in. It would have been best if we saw their skills. Even then since your name wasn't on the application I really shouldn't be disclosing any information to you.”

Y/N frowned looking up at him. “Did I do something? We've barely known each other and all you done is look at me like I'm something you wiped off your shoe. Maybe a life of luxury afforded to you by the Kamisato's has gone to your head!”

She didn't even notice the door open. Yoimiya's eyes widen upon hearing The last sentence. “I'm so sorry! She's usually nicer than this.” She elbowed Y/N as she handed Thoma the box.

“Ah, don't worry about it.” His whole personality seemed to flip. “Nothing I hadn't heard before. Probably best I leave. I’ll be out your hair quick Yoimiya.”

“Take your time. Everything should be out here. We will just be inside if you need anything.” She waved goodbye before pulling her friend inside and closing the door behind them. And with a whispered yell she asked, “What was that about?”

“He started it. I was being polite. I'm just telling you. I think he despises me.”

[ganjies]

popular s/o !!

yashiro , teru , akane , aoi

; yashiro :

she often thinks how she menaged to get with you : you're smart , beautiful , talented , popular .. why would you choose to stay with a girl with fat ankles .. she can't help but still feel really jealous when students still try to confess to you when you two are in a relationship she's scared one day you're gonna leave her .... then when at the end of the day you hug her and reassure her how much you love her , how you wanna be with her till the end , that's when she let's herself be selfish towards you.

; teru :

he's popular , you're popular , so ... people thinks yall got togheter just because you two are both popular , so that's just how it works , but your school reputation is the last thing teru considers in you. He's head over heels for you in general , your charm , your intelligence , your beauty , how you can look after yourself easily , everything really ! When someone tries to confess to you he's behind you smiling at the student , a smile that can be classified as harmless , but that actually hides a murderous instinct /hj maybe. He rarely gets jealous but he still wants people to understand that you're his and he's yours , popular or not.

; akane aoi :

the first time he saw you he kinda thought you were like teru , kind to the eyes of everyone but a sadist inside ... he tried to stay away from you , but being in the same class he was obliged to share some comments with you , and he realized that you weren't that bad at all , so more time passed and you 2 started to get close. After noticing his romantic feelings for you , he decided to confess to you in the most memorable way ever He honestly thought you were gonna reject him like aoi did , but to his surprise , you accepted him ! He was the most happier man in the world , and he still is. He's by your side everytime in school , i mean he tries ... he doesn't care if you're popular or not either , for him you're just perfect being you. If someone even tries to confess to you he'll have a chat with him :3 let's just say that the poor soul started avoid you after that " talk ". Overall he'll do anything for you.

( i think you can see how im down bad for this man )

; aoi akane :

tbh your popularity is the main reason she noticed you. She started to talk to you , just wanting to know how you were in person , she kinda remained in shock when she realized how much of a great person you are ! She introduced you to yashiro , and when nene was somewhere with hanako , you were with her spending time togheter. She often brings you to quiet places where you can't be interrupted. She hates when someone comes to confess to you or to her , interrupting you time. It didn't get too much time for you two to get togheter. It honestly annoy her how people still have courage to confess to the both of you after openly saying that you were a couple , but she still rejected with a smile on her lips ; sometimes she does that for you too " im sorry but they are already occupied with me ! ". She just wants to run away from the world hand in hand with you ..

[thelunarfairy]

The relationship between Hanako and Tsukasa after death

"Hey Amane, let's play together... Like we used to do"

The voice that Amane wanted but at the same time feared hearing. Her eyes fill with tears when he returns.

"Do you remember me?"

Every sentence of this reunion has the weight of pain and hurt. I'm back, you killed me but I'm here for you again, but will you protect her with that knife? The one you used to kill me.

The posthumous memories of Tsukasa, the boy who died because he loved too much. And the posthumous memories of Amane, or rather Hanako, the boy who died from suffering too much.

His tears don't reflect his fear of being hurt by Tsukasa, they reflect the weight of guilt. They reflect a side that he doesn't want to see, relive or talk about, it hurts a lot, doesn't it, Amane?

"Please don't come back to me, it hurts to see you again. Your presence constantly screams that I am guilty, that you are my sin that I have to bear even though I tried to escape this suffering. I took my life because I couldn't handle it, but you're still here…. I'm still here."

"Do you want me to leave, Amane? You have to decide. I need a reason to be here."

I want you to go, but I also want you to stay. I want to go back to where it all began….

I tend to talk a lot about Tsukasa, because he's hard to read and that makes him a challenge for me, but Amane… Ah, Hanako. The lonely boy who likes to pretend that everything is fine behind that disguised, pain-filled smile. Let's pretend everything is fine and let's have fun, let's escape reality for a bit.

How many times has he done this? "Yashiro is going to die, but I wanted her to have fun" was easier, wasn't it? Running away frees you from responsibilities, and if you have no responsibilities there is no pain. Hanako is a very hurt boy, and I'm not talking physically.

His pain reflects all the time, "because I want Yashiro to stay with me, I want her to come every day, I want to be the person who brings her happiness, I, I, I…. I want Tsukasa go back to who he was"

The fear of loss, of loneliness makes him want to move away from everyone, but when he loves, it makes him dangerous. How far would your fear of losing someone take you? Crying inconsolably to the point of falling to the floor after seeing the girl he likes being kissed by his younger brother, even though he knew Nene wasn't to blame, he cried.

Did he cry like that when Tsukasa disappeared? Or when he reappeared? Come on Hanako, show us Amane, stop hiding him from us, show us who you really are.

Tsukasa wants to see you demonstrate this. He knows you don't talk, he knows your weak point. So he always teases you because he wants to see your expressions, because even if you don't say how you feel, your body, your eyes, they give you away.

He wants to see when you won't be able to hold back anymore because he wants to see Amane and not Hanako. Tsukasa has come back to you now and he wants to know if everything he did was in vain, no one but you can tell.

A little boy who was trapped in his room because his body couldn't take much effort, daydreamed about flying through the clouds to reach the moon, he promised his little brother that he would bring the stars.What killed Amane's dreams?

"We no longer have a future"

"I'm not going anywhere"

You can feel it, can't you? The weight that these phrases have, the pain and suffering. He gave up on his dreams and why? Was it for Tsukasa?

Tsukasa in his post-death still seems to want to fulfill Amane's, now Hanako's, wish. What is Amane's wish? Free yourself and leave the world permanently? Being by Tsukasa's side?

Amane's look seems to reflect the desire to free himself from this pain, which he has been running away from for so long. Then this pain increases more and more each time your sin reappears.

"I like it when you hug me, I don't like it when you do bad things, I like it when you call my real name, I don't like it when you do things I can't control… Tsukasa, I love you and I hate you"

I tried to fix you. But it broke me.

Love and hate, that would be the summary of their relationship in the posthumous moments. There is love, but is there hate? No, my mistake.

There is hurt, there is resentment. Hate is a very strong word. Have you ever loved someone and that person hurt you deeply to the point that you wanted to stay by their side but at the same time you wanted to cry because you didn't want to relive it all again?

Because you loved the good times you had with that person, but you feared remembering the bad times. You are afraid of suffering again.

That's what happens here. "Even if it's unforgivable, I forgave it" Amane said.

So, let's talk about Hanako and Tsukasa.

Hanako who is ashamed and afraid to be around his younger brother because he doesn't want to relive the sin. And Tsukasa, the boy who is excited and happy to see his brother again but every now and then wants him to die.

It doesn't seem like revenge - said Yashiro.

If it's not that, is it Hanako's wish? "Let's leave together" I will make your wish come true, Amane… Let's do it

How many times hasn't Tsukasa said this?

Tsukasa seems to want to fulfill his last (?) wish. And Hanako even wanted to at the beginning since they cooperated together, even though they were separated most of the time. But, Hanako started to love someone else.

"will you protect her with the knife that killed me?"

You don't want me to fulfill your wish because you want to fulfill hers? Because if she doesn't die, it means the yorishiros haven't been removed…. Will you give up everything for her?

Sometimes I think that Hanako's wish was to remove the seals and get his wish. And so, he wished his brother had never sacrificed himself, Tsukasa would live and Amane wouldn't go anywhere.

This would be the greatest proof of love that Hanako would do for Tsukasa, but now he has Yashiro, who would he choose? Keep Yashiro alive or give back the life his brother sacrificed for him?

Poor Hanako, his pain grows more and more.

But the lingering question remains. What is Hanako's wish? Was he possessive of his brother? He didn't want him to get involved with anyone other than him? Did he want to get that thing out of Tsukasa? What was it about their relationship that made this happen?

If he was possessive, why does he now want his brother away, perhaps because he believed he wasn't his brother?

Hahaha, look, Hanako also has a difficult side to decipher. This doesn't seem to be anything new. And I'll admit to you, their relationship confuses me, a brotherly love mixed with possessive love. A few touches in strange places here and there, subtle but noticeable. What can we say?

Who are the Yugi twins? Is this the right question?

No

What were the Yugi twins like?

I don't know how to answer this question, what they became after Tsukasa's return is a mystery. The boy returned like a storm changing everything and everyone. How long did Amane endure this storm?

Enough for him to force the calm to arrive.

But if Tsukasa is the storm, Hanako must be the hurricane.

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – LETTER STORY"

SILVER: "ANSWER"

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Yatogami Kuro was sitting in front of the tea table, worried.

It all started with a postcard he received yesterday from his brother, Mishakuji Yukari.

On the back of the table, placed on a tea table, was a photograph of the brothers posing as if they were blending into a picturesque foreign landscape (Kuro only knew it was a European street corner), as if it were a painting, and above you can see the elegant strokes of the fountain pen added to it.

The content is simple, with a few lines of recent information and a postscript.

For those who have been keeping up to date, there are anecdotes about where he stayed, how his roommate has grown, and his interactions with the other person who appears from time to time. His short, witty one-liners always remind him of Mishakuji's versatility.

(This is good.)

What bothers Kuro is the P.S., just a word.

He said,

"Thanks for your answer."

"......"

The address of the place where he will be staying is also written on the front of the postcard. Regardless of the moral argument for hanging his head, that nerve is very fraternity-like. But anyway,

(Should I respond as requested?)

His head bowed at that difficult question.

The battle of the past had finally been resolved, and the dispute should have been resolved... Not all of his bad feelings have dissipated... but at least he is no longer the subject of blatant denial... but he can't even say that his relationship is good enough to casually exchange letters.

(However, it is rude to leave it unattended and something is wrong here...)

He suddenly realized this and instinctively hit his knee.

(Yes, from here too!)

Like his brother, he wrote about people close to him. That's perfect for a return sword that doesn't add unnecessary emotions. He's sure everyone will be intrigued, even his brother.

(Let us begin.)

He grabbed a notepad and pen from the desk next to him and started writing a draft.

[Adolf K. Weismann, also known as the ''Silver King'' Isana Yashiro, whom I once considered his master and who now stands by my side as a friend, earned a strange nickname like ''German-Sensei'' in honor of assuming his position as professor.]

(Mmm, that's strange.)

Just by writing the minimum of information, and even a few notes, he filled a space the size of a postcard.

(Well, Shiro is a special man... if that's the case.)

He carefully tore off one note and wrote on the second.

[Neko transferred to Ashinaka High School with his real name, Ameno Miyabi, and causes commotion around her regardless of whether she uses supernatural powers or not. To clean up after that, Shiro and I ran out...]

(Hmm, what do you mean?)

He filled out another page.

(I guess Neko often acts like a cat...)

In that case, he would like to broaden the scope a little more and write about Kukuri Yukizome... no, his brother doesn't know about her, nor about Toru Hieda... a person who was involved with the "Green King".

"No, why?!"

Unbeknownst to him, a cry of agony escaped him.

The advice came slightly from behind.

"I think it's best to let go of unnecessary pretensions and just write as you want."

"It's not an unnecessary pretense. It's the way you should behave..."

After answering normally, Kuro turned around.

Before he knew it, Shiro had returned home and was stacking the books he took out of his bag on his desk. Likewise, Neko, still in her human form, was curled up in bed and yawning.

Kuro avoids unnecessary interactions with these two people he knows well (although he thought that, if he didn't take off Neko's uniform quickly, it would take him longer to iron it).

"I found out why I was trying to talk back to my brother."

Shiro let out a sigh.

"Well, I've been thinking about that since you got the postcard yesterday. When I got home, I found you moaning in front of your notebook, so I can understand why you're worried about the wording."

"Umm, squishy, ​​squishy, ​​squishy, ​​all over again. Nyahahahaha."

Riding a horse, Neko lay down and adopted a series of poses that seemed to imitate another person.

Shiro hesitantly told his friend, who accepted his misfortune with a bitter face, an inference that could be another blow.

"I was also thinking about this all day... that person named Mishakuji Yukari."

"What?"

"Maybe he added that word to mock Kuro, in anticipation that you would worry like that?"

Kuro was about to say "Gah!" and he sat upright.

Intuitively, he was sure that Shiro was right.

That's what his brother might be able to do.

A few days later.

Kuro eventually recovered and, feeling depressed and confused, wrote only a poem of his own in response.

[There is no communication between us, but we have a supportive relationship.]

[teyvathandymenclub]

First Meet - Kamisato Ayato (P.1)

Story: Unexpected change of plans leads you into even more unexpected situation.

Characters: Kamisato Ayato

TW: N/A

“I'm so nervous.” You sight as you finish up your make-up.

“Do not be. They won't even notice that you are here.”

“Well, that´s nice to know.” You gaze at your friend.

You were supposed to spend this night curled up under a blanket eating and watching whatever you fancied. But, your friend called for help and you couldn't say no. So now you're on some fancy gala night/ball in a dress that is too tight, because the girl they were meant for fell sick.

“How am I supposed to carry these heavy plates when I am not even able to properly breathe?”

“”Well, you know that you could say no.” Your friend winks at you.

“You are right. Sorry. Let's do this.”

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, staff lit up what looked like hundreds of lanterns around the endless gardens of the local diplomat´s private property. All the guests started to fill every corner of the garden and gather in numerous groups. This magical image of the warm evening filled with soft candlelight and fresh ocean breeze made you appreciate this unexpected opportunity. 

The whole night went unexpectedly smooth and you and a few other girls were walking around the last guests to make sure that they had everything they needed.

Even though the night was a blast, you were impatiently waiting for them to leave, because your feet were screaming at you to finally get out from the killer heels you were wearing for hours now.

There is a bench! Your mind alerts you. You look around if no one is watching. Five minutes, that's all you need. As you reach the bench in the furthest corner of the garden you can almost hear your feet sight out of relief. You quickly unstrap the heels and stretch your fingers.

“Oh my god, that's so good.”

“What is? May I know, too?”

Hearing a strange man's voice out of nowhere makes you jump. When you finally spot the dark silhouette in front of you, you start to retreat, but you tremble and fall over the bench right in the flower bed.

“Oh my! Carefully!”

A stranger runs to you and reaches his hand to you. 

“No! Please, do not touch me.” You quickly crawl in the opposite direction.

“Miss, I am sorry that I scared you, but there is no need to act like this.”

You stop and turn to him.

“Dear Mr. Whoever, you scared me and now you expect that and I let you near me? I need to protect myself!”

“Of course, I understand. May I introduce myself?”

“Go ahead.“

“I am Kamisato Ayato and you are currently laying on my favorite flowers.”

“The Yashiro Commissioner?! I didn't know that you live here.” You jump on your tired feet. “I didn't even know how you look. Please, do not punish me for my behavior. And for your damaged flowers. I promise that you will never see me again.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Ayato smiles.

“What? Um. I mean… Pardon?”

“You are something else and it's quite refreshing.” He laughs. “I do not recall meeting a woman so full of fire and chaos. Ever. Every lady that I met is so behaved, sophisticated, and mannered, and you…”

“Thank you, I guess?”

“Yes, you can take it as a compliment.” He chuckles. “Please, sit down and let me help you.”

Ayato picks up your shoes and gets on his knee. As he takes your foot, you try to free yourself from him, but he holds you firmly.

“I just want to help you. Will you let me?”

“Yes.” You whisper and loosen yourself a little bit.

Ayato slowly straps your heels and when he is done, he looks up at you and smiles.

“I should go now, they will be looking for me.”

“I am sure that they would not. I have already said my farewells to everyone. And besides that, now you are busy making me a company.”

“Thank you. For this weird, but special evening. Your gardens are really beautiful at night.”

“It's really beautiful all the time, but I have to admit that nothing beats the night atmosphere of our home.” He smiles. “Maybe…” Ayato frowns.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe only the sight of morning rays filling every little corner of the estate. Would you like to see it?”

“I… Oh. I don't think I should.” You blush.

“I didn't mean it like that, but I would be lying if I say that I don't like the idea.“

“I should go.”

“Of course. Here, take this.” Ayato offers you his coat.

“You have to.”

“No, I can´t, but thank you.” He points at your dress.

“Why didn't you tell me sooner?!” You freak out. Your whole back is ripped open and your underwear is on display for everyone. You grab his coat and wrap yourself. “I can't go home like this.”

“Come with me. I will help you.”

You follow Ayato right into his house. As you enter, he offers you his hand and you accept it. He leads you into a spacious room and leaves. “I will be right back.”

After a moment he comes back with a long silk dress and hands them to you. 

“Why do you have women's dresses here?”

“Well, I guess you do not know that I have a sister either.” Ayato smiles. “I will wait outside.”

“That makes sense.” You frown and quickly undress. At least you tried before the ripped zipper got stuck in your bra and hair, too. “Oh, god.” You try to free yourself somehow but without luck.

“Is everything ok?” Ayato asks and enters the room with a hand over his eyes. “It's been almost half an hour. If you don't like the dress I picked, I can bring something else.”

“No. I just… I am such a mess. It's been a long day, and now this. I am stuck and I think that I won't make it without your help. Would you mind?”

“No, just let me…” He puts down his hand and realizes that you are almost naked. You can feel how he is absorbing every inch of your bare skin.

“Please?” You interrupt him.

He quickly comes to you and after a moment he gets you out of the contraption that used to be a dress. Ayato also helps you to get into the new dress. 

“Just in case.” He chuckles. 

You feel every little touch of his big hands and almost ask for more. As he zips you up, you realize, that he smells like the ocean. Fresh cold water with hints of some kind of spices. When he is done with the dress, he takes your hair and to your surprise, he starts brushing it. As he puts them up and pins them with some kind of brooch, he places a kiss on the back of your neck. You cannot help but gasp for air as shivers cover your whole body.

“All done. He steps away to look at you. You look stunning.” He smiles. 

“Mr. Ayato?” A strange voice interrupts you. “Did you need me?”

“Yes. This lady needs company on her way home. Will you take her home safely?”

“Of course.” The young man smiles at you and offers you his arm. You take it, and just like that, you are leaving. Without even saying goodbye. One last time you turn around and realize that Ayato is still there watching you leave. 

[mychinesenames]

... 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 - 𝟸𝟽/𝟷𝟸/𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 | 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 - 𝟷:𝟷𝟿𝚊𝚖

” 私の愛、あなたの秋、私の風、私の理性”

Roaming Inazuma, you held a basket of treats. Ranging from the fresh fish, vegetables, fruits, cooking ingredients, and select snacks. It had your mind wandering about the kinds of dishes you would make for yourself, oh...

"Yourself..."

You used to make food for two, but ever since that event, he left. He didn't send any letters which is understandable, after all he's a wanted fugitive in the eyes of the Shogunate.

Kaedehara Kazuha, your best friend, and fiance. You had planned him a beautiful feast for when he came home, but he never did. You only understood why he left when news of his bounty had hit the streets.

The Vision Hunt Decree, police, personal Shogunate soldiers, you name it. All had came to your door in search of him, when you had no clue. The tears you had cried during the nights without him there to hold and whisk you away to slumber.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

You have lost count of the sleepless nights you had to wake through. Sometimes you would wait on the engawa with two cups of tea, just to fall asleep outside in a sitting position.

But with every letter, comes disapintment, not one letter from him telling you he's safe and well. He'd be the death of you, him and his flowery words, him and his delicate voice...

Years had passed and you've slowly gotten back into a rythm. Still yearning for him, but pushing forward. Words had passed through about a traveler's heroics and how they are on their way to Inazuma.

You wondered what they looked like, and out of curiosity you made your way to the docks of Ritou to get some fresh deliveries of Liyue tea when a familiar voice came through;

"[Insert]! I didn't expect to see you in Ritou, what are you picking up this time?"

"Oh Thoma-san! Lovely to see you here, I'm picking up some Liyue tea from Hiroto-san."

You knew the caretaker of the Yashiro home due to seeing him out around the city, and Komor tea house.

"I'm going to meet someone well known! Would you like to come along?"

"No thank you, I've been out all day and it's starting to get late. I'll see you again Thoma!"

You waved, picking up your order of Liyue tea before making your way out of Ritou and to your estate, the once know Kaedehara estate.

The leaves that blew around your home, gave it a beautiful color. You took a breath, as if wishing for him to be home. But like everyday, you were only greeted by the cleaners and no fiance.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Thoma's escape was now the number one topic discussed by everyone in Inazuma city and Ritou. You couldn't escape it, you felt relieved he managed to keep his vision but we're you getting tired of them over exaggerating the problem.

You found yourself in front of the estate again, it was late and the cleaners had gone home already by your order. You walked through the engawa towards your room, taking note of the leaves, the colour was a beautiful red... it matched him, it felt like him.

Extending your hand to the tree, a leaf fell from the tree slowly into your palm. It was soft, like his hair, the color reminisced his eyes... it felt so long.

You didn't feel it, tears slowly falling from your eyes. The moon was shining into the garden, illuminating the tree beautifully. You made your way towards it, sitting against it. "私の愛... "you mumbled, closing your eyes and resting under the tree.

"はい?” your eyes shot open. You looked around you, did your mind just prank you? You heard him, did you not? " Hello?" You spoke out, slowly standing up from the grass "Yes?"

You turned around, it came from the tree. Or to be more specific, behind the tree. You slowly made your way behind it and your heart stopped.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Kazuha?" Your voice trembled, tears starting to well in your eyes, as you saw your fiance, softly smiling up at you. "My love, my autumn, don't cry... " he says, bringing to stand.

He wrapped his arms around you, as you slowly began to whimper in his embrace.

"I deeply apologize for not coming back sooner, I apologize for not sending you letters, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry my love."

He gently lifts your face to look at your teary eyes, missing your nose, your cheeks, your forehead. The winds blew through, the chimes genlty ringing...

"𝐌𝐲 l𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬."

-> 𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚑𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

[ilovesaezuru]

Lately, I often wonder what could be the motivation behind Domeki's choice to get a tattoo. He admits that he doesn't expect a promotion, which leads me to insinuate that his intentions in staying in the Yakuza world are not long-term but in any case he is making such an important choice like having a tattoo! Why do it? For what purpose? I mean, Yashiro who has been part of this world almost all his life, has never wanted to get a tattoo why would Domeki do it when he admits that he wanted to stay in the Yakuza just so he could be close to Yashiro ? It may seem stupid what I'm about to say, but could it be that D has started to feel more comfortable in this world to the point of changing his mind and wanting to be part of it? Looking at D now, with his face full of scars, the tattoo on his back and his missing finger he looks like a real Yakuza. The more I think about it, the stronger the belief becomes that it will be truly difficult, if not almost impossible, for D to leave this world. It makes me think to a possible ending to the story that isn't exactly to everyone's liking.

[beigepillow]

What do you think about D relationship with Izumi now that we saw the complete (almost) scene of Ch. 50?

It honestly broke my heart because in a way it made me realize that they might have an intimate connection between which implies sex, "romance"and so on. Of course Doumeki never stopped loving Yashiro but unfortunately he moved on and created his own new life...

How will he "break up"with her? How can he leave this new life behind..?

How sad, honestly..

I was curious as to why Yashiro was so fixated on that moment and when I saw the full panel in ch 57, I understood. That moment was enough to push Yashiro to seek out Kido and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since it happened. It was an intimate moment between Doumeki and Izumi but it doesn’t necessarily mean they were romantic or even having sex. I wouldn’t be surprised if Izumi has feelings for Doumeki and Doumeki has a soft spot for her and wants to protect her similar to Aoi or Nikki not similar to Yashiro because Yashiro is someone he is in love with. I don’t think he would need to break up with her because they are not together in that way but I think Doumeki has created some relationships that would be hard for him to leave behind not just Izumi but also Nikki, Kamiya, Tsunakawa,etc. I hope they both can be together in the end and also keep their other relationships like Yashiro with Nanahara and Doumeki to Kamiya. I just want to remind everyone that Yashiro owns casinos and the sakura is a gambling family. If Yashiro and Doumeki can get out of the yakuza but keep those connections, that would be a happy ending for me. It is really sad for Yashiro to feel like he is getting left behind and it seems like he has no defenses against this heartbreak but I think he will eventually get to the point where he doesn’t just accept it but recognizes that he deserves love and that he deserves to fight for his chance at happiness just as much as anyone else. I am conflicted though because Doumeki had every right to be with Izumi if he chose to be and, as horrible as it would be for Yashiro, Doumeki deserves to go on with his life if he chose to. But I don’t think he did and I don’t think Izumi is anyone he is with romantically. I don’t see him using Yashiro like that and I don’t see him ever cheating on anyone.

[the-travelling-witch]

ayato and cinnamon?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ prompt: cinnamon [domesticity]

Blinking against the first rays of sun entering your bedroom, you stirred, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Behind you, your husband groaned before burying his head in your neck again, the arm slung over your waist tightening and pulling you flush against him.

“It’s too early, don’t,” Ayato mumbled and you knew he could feel your quiet laughter against his chest. To everyone who only knew the Yashiro Commissioner, it’d be unthinkable for the same man to be so moody in the mornings.

“We have to get out of bed eventually,” you reminded him, turning in his hold to smooth some of his bed hair out of his eyes. “You have a meeting this morning, remember?”

“Can’t Ayaka attend it instead?” His voice was still laced with sleep and it was clear he was still only a few seconds away from dreamland. “I could stay with you instead.”

“Very tempting, but I don’t think anyone besides me would appreciate it. Least of all your sister,” you laughed. Nudging his side lightly, you tried to pry the bedsheets from under him to get him to leave the bed.

Suddenly, and too fast for someone half-asleep, Ayato rolled over and on top of you, trapping you under his weight. Yawing into the crook of your neck, you knew he’d make absolutely no move to get ready for the day until Thoma would burst down the door in a frenzy.

“Just five more minutes.”

[blurb ask game]

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 7

Suddenly, I looked towards the entrance where I heard the scream. At the door, there is a person wearing a bloody demon mask, holding a dimmer blade.

Ito: !?

In a panic, I turned to Onda-san for instruction. However, he seems to be looking further into the distance, not towards the noisy entrance.

Ito: (Onda-san…?)

When I turned my eyes back to the entrance where I heard the scream, I saw someone snatch the knife. That person stared intently at the knife…

Kyoya: It's really well made. But it’s very likely that it’s fake. The woman who screamed: Eh?

Man dressed as an evil spirit: I-I'm sorry! I didn't expect you to be so surprised…!

After removing the evil spirit mask, the face of a young man was revealed.

The woman who screamed: Ah… That really shocked me… Yeah, it really is fake.

Akehoshi: Wouldn't anyone be surprised if a realistic evil spirit like that was standing behind them?

Akehoshi-kun handed the woman a glass of water.

The woman who screamed: Oh… Thank you. Akehoshi: Even so, your costume is seriously authentic. Were the mask and costume handmade?

Man in evil spirit costume: Yup. Do you know "Find me!"? I have made up my mind to dress like the character from that game. Kyoya: This blade is made of plastic, but the shine is fairly realistic. Not to mention, the damage on the handle part is just like a frequently-used meat cleaver. You must have a lot of talent for this. Man in evil spirit costume: You flattered me! It took a lot of trial and error actually…! Kyoya: Truly breathtaking. I'd like to take a closer look, so can I borrow that knife for a bit? I promise I’ll definitely return it before you leave. Man in evil spirit costume: Eh? Ah… Sure! Feel free to check it if you’d like! Shall I teach you how to make it as well!? Kyoya: Haha. I will just appreciate your sentiment. Since you've taken the trouble to dress up, do enjoy yourself.

Akehoshi: Have you calmed down a bit? Do you want some hot drink? The woman who screamed: Thank you… I'm really sorry for screaming out of nowhere….. Akehoshi: Don't beat yourself over it. I'm not good with scary things either, so I might have screamed louder than you did if that had been me in your place. The woman who screamed: ….Ahaha. You don’t look like someone who would do that. Akehoshi: That's what I'm often told. But I'm more sensitive than I look.

Shido-san, who smartly confiscated the overly realistic fake knife. And Akehoshi-kun, who quickly came to her side while she had been crouching down in fear, and brought back her smile. I let out a soft sigh after witnessing both of them being the master of their own craft.

Tomose: Yashiro, can I talk to you for a sec? Ito: Yes.

Following Onda-san's gaze, Mao-san in the dining area was looking at us with a serious look on his face.

Ito: (There was definitely something going on between these two.)

As Mao-san put his mouth close to the intercom, a noise entered my ear.

Mao: [Tomose, you’re skeptical about the man at the entrance, aren't you?] Tomose: Correct.

As the two of them talked over the intercom, the other staff members naturally shifted their attention to him. A man in suit peered in from the doorway. He's not wearing any costume.

Tomose: Ukyo, you also noticed? Mao: [He has been watching me all this time. He still does.] Ito: …!

Mao-san walked with his back facing the man in suit. That man was following him closely with his eyes.

Tomose: You know him? Mao: [Not in the least.] Tomose: …….. Everyone, be careful. Don't stare too much. Don't look at anyone who doesn’t seem confident or change their expression. I'll handle him.

Onda-san's voice resonated heavily, slowing it down a little so that no one missed what he's saying. Feeling the tension rising rapidly, I checked the position of everyone in the store.

Ito: (…Whatever happens, stay calm. I need to do what I can.)

My calm heart was slowly but surely beating faster.

Mao: […Everyone, all you need to do is listen.] Ito: (…Mao-san?)

Mao-san's small voice echoed through the tense atmosphere.

Mao: […….Got it?] Ito: (…..Eh?)

Haruhi & Yuragi: ……….

Kyoya & Akehoshi: ………..

Mao-san’s instructions were concisely summarized. Soon after the full details were shared. His calm and unflinching reply resonated powerfully.

Tomose: ……Got it.

I can’t check whether my answer is correct. I can’t get rid of this uncertainty. There certainly are risks. But. If my assumption is correct, I can't run away from him. As soon as I gave my orders, Tomose walked towards the entrance. And then….

Tomose: Welcome. Do you have a reservation? Male: Ah, no. A reservation.…. I guess so? The name is Soneto. Tomose: Soneto-sama? Mao: [..…Tell him there’s no reservation under that name.] Tomose: It seems we haven't taken any reservation under that name today. Male: Uh….. Ah! Then…. How about "Mason Eliot"?

Mao: ! Male: If there is no reservation, I’m fine with not going in the cafe. But…. There is a staff member here named Mao, right? Tomose: ……… Male: I came to meet that person. Mao: …………

Yuragi: ! Mao……………… Haruhi: It's okay. Onda-san is there with him. Ito: …………

Mao: Welcome. You must be Soneto Kazuki-san, right? Male: Eh? Mao: Mari-san’s son. Male: ! Don’t tell me you are… Mao: Yes. Perhaps it is me you wish to see. I’m Mao from Aporia.

Chapter 8

[lunatrics]

❝  i think i’m ready.  if you are too,  i wanna have sex.  ❞ xiao or ayaka uwu

As part of the Kamisato lineage, there would always be a role for her to play. Beautiful, dignified, a noble model for perfection; these were not things forced upon her, but a duty she upheld for the sake of the Yashiro Commission. All the things she had to be always seemed so far away whenever she was with Aether. She wasn't so childish as to seek such escapism, rather, he brought out her truest self, a normal girl, awkward and competitive and clumsy at the best of times, someone who just wanted to see her friend smile ... friend. A title that once meant so much, for it was extraordinarily rare, seemed ill fitting. He had always meant do much more to her.

One day, he would disappear. Leave this place behind. That thought was enough to shake her in the night; but a fact she had to accept with grace. As she did so many things.

Be quiet when you arrive. Don't startle the guards. Ah, it was ... so silly, how they had to meet in the late hours of the night. She was not ashamed of his presence. However, cautions had to be taken in case someone got the wrong idea. Ayaka supposed, now, they wouldn't be wrong. Why else would she leave her windows unlocked, and hint for him to join her when sleep kept everyone else so perfectly confined and out of reach. Ayaka was not oblivious to her own choices. Timid, unsure, just a little bashful; it was a selfish want. Just to have him with her and no one else.

She had been silent for too long since he asked. Expression bewitched, eyes glimmering with the rising moon's embrace, and she can't speak. Speak. If she dared tried, forbid the meek sound that may threaten to squeak. Her heart's a fluster, face burning without delay. Oh. Oh no, please, she hopes he hasn't gotten the wrong idea because of her pause.

❝ O-Oh ... I ... erm, forgive me. I- one moment please. ❞ A moment to compose herself. Archons please. Bring back your dignity. You are the Shirasagi Himegimi. Don't appear so ... shy. Ah, but she was, and with him staring at her so intensely, she might just forget to breath. Could this really be happening? Did he want this too? With her.

A hand on her chest, she steadies her breathing. Good. Don't embarrass yourself anymore. Though gaze remains sheepish, Ayaka composes. ❝ As you know, my position in the Yashiro Commission keeps me rather excluded. ❞ Only since Aether could she experience intimacy outside of books. To be touched and touch in return, to have her skin set ablaze and knees fall weak; it was only ever to him. ❝ I lack most experience, so ... I apologise for hesitating before. I just needed you to know I might not be very ... well versed. ❞

Eyes close for a moment. Self doubt would never truly shy her away from what she wanted. But it felt less heavy saying it out loud. In fact, by the time she looks to him again, her heart sings.

❝ I'm ready. I've always been ready, so long as it's you I get to be with. I want to know you more Aether. In every way possible. And ━━ I want you to want me too. Promise me that tonight .. you won't take your eyes off me. ❞

@wcyfarer | x

[yoimix]

「 inazuma summer session 」 

“you should tell him,” yoimiya chirps, her arms snaking around your shoulders to slump over you. “what’s the worst that could happen? he tells the whole country he rejected you?”

your gaze finally turns from AYATO in his pristine blue yukata, enjoying the food at the festival stands and no doubt torturing the poor vendor with his demands and suggestions.

“yoimiya!” you huff. “don’t be so loud.”

“he’s like a billion miles away, you just have tunnel vision.” you can feel her teasing grin.

really, what could go wrong letting the loudest girl in the nation know who holds the key to your heart? you couldn’t last a second against her knowing smile and feline gaze. your dear friend is also a master extortionist. 

“at least tell ayaka. i’m sure she’d understand,” yoimiya suggests, calming down. it’s a good thing her emotional intelligence prevents her from blurting it out to everyone.

“no way! what if she hates me?” you turn around worried. “i can’t throw away years of friendship just because i have a stupid crush on her brother!”

yoimiya hums. “to be fair, the crush is also years old.”

you shake your head. “no way.”

she sighs, finally plopping down beside you. “well then, it’s another summer of inaction. i can’t believe you’re leaving me hanging when you could be giving me juicy details about how the commissioner—”

“yo-i-mi-ya!” you cover your ears, heat rushing to your face.

“i didn’t even finish,” she mumbles. “you have a dirty mind, my dear (name).”

the remark cause even more heat to flood your cheeks and before you can respond, you notice yoimiya signalling to someone in the distance.

“who was that?” you try to turn your head but she places her hands around it to keep it in place.

“ah! i have to- uh- i have to go launch the fireworks! wait for me at our spot, alright?”

you furrow your eyebrows but you can barely get a word out before she’s disappeared in a flash.

“my lord?”

you whip your head around to the source of the voice, only to find ayato’s gaze locked straight in your direction. you look behind you in a panic, just to make sure, and turn back to return a shaky wave. the yashiro commissioner really shouldn’t be having this effect on you.

you almost don’t notice thoma and ayaka share a look before she covers her face with her fan, shakes her head and snaps it close. her face is positively beaming and she nearly runs over to you—unusual of a lady, as she says. 

“my, you’re quite excited today, ayaka,” ayato remarks, pace slightly increasing to catch up while poor thoma makes a dash behind them with boxes of snacks.

“i had to drag my brother out, (name),” she huffs, a familiar look of determination in her eyes. you’ve only ever seen it when she’s swordfighting. you blink in surprise.

“i’ve always believed in you!” she announces, hands curled up into balls as she holds them up. “all the best!”

thoma looks like he’s in physical pain with how obvious ayaka’s made it. “...my lady?”

“thoma, will you accompany me to the dango store? i’m quite frustrated with brother’s ideas.”

ayato frowns, genuine surprise flashing over his eyes for a fraction of a second. “you never said that, ayaka.”

ayaka takes shallow breaths before walking over to the stores down the path. thoma gives you a slight nod and small grin before trailing behind her.

“well, that was quite... odd.” ayato’s eyes narrow, his face slacking as he goes deep into thought.

you think he looks quite handsome like this.

you clear your throat to rid yourself of the thoughts. you don’t want some sort of awkward air settling between the two of you.

“oh!” he exclaims. “i didn’t mean to lose myself there. though i suppose i have an answer.”

you tilt your head, and the faintest shimmer passes over ayato’s eyes at your soft movement. 

“shall we head to the fireworks viewing spot, dear?”

there he goes again. you’re sure he calls you dear just to tease your poor heart out of your ribcage. and you’re sure your soul will fly straight to your grave if this continues—for his hand brushes ever so lightly against yours on the short journey up.

no, it really will because the brush turns into a firm grip over your hand.

“ayato, you’re surely—“ he’s teasing you, isn’t he? you can see him laugh despite himself.

you furrow your brows, a pout following.

“a festival is the best place for this, isn’t it? i’ve always wanted to visit on a night like this.”

you drop your pout when you see him take in his surroundings. there’s so much he’s missed. and you’ve foolishly waited for all these years. you’ve seen him grow up from a boy just trying to protect his sister into the capable yashiro commissioner he is now. this is his first time enjoying a festival too, and not just organizing it. surely, you can be a little less selfish on his account. 

the moon is full and bright tonight. if only you’d get to tell him, if only there weren’t years of wasted chances between the two of you.

though you’ve noticed, the distance between the two of you now isn’t much.

you tug at his sleeve, making him turn around. his eyes linger over you for longer than they should, pools of whispered confessions, and you can’t wait anymore. 

“i love you!” you blurt, your eyes closing in panic. “and i want to spend so much more time with you, it’s killing me. ayato, i...”

you stop yourself and open your eyes to see the wonder on ayato’s face. the sound of your voice rings terribly loud in your ears, and you almost fail to notice the bright fireworks behind you were it not for ayato’s eyes traveling towards them. you turn around, a smile adorning your lips immediately. nothing ever makes you quite so speechless, quite so content as fireworks. this time, they’re blue like the kamisato crest with a baby pink center like yumemiru leaves. you’ve adored these trees for the longest time—and each summer memory associated with this place. yoimiya surely didn’t have that in mind, did she?

ayato takes a step forward to stand beside you, and when you look at him, his gaze is already on you. the eye contact makes you shy away. 

“they’re beautiful,” he whispers. “as ever.”

“did- did you hear what i said?” you ask nervously, your outburst flooding into your memory as you try to keep the embarrassment at bay.

“i’m sorry.” ayato gazes at you with a placid expression. “i didn’t quite catch that.”

your heart drops. you don’t think you can quite build up enough tension to say that again.

“it’s nothing, ayato,” you whisper meekly. 

“oh? i would’ve loved to chat over some tea.” a small smile has come to bloom on his face. “a little... date, is it?”

you breathe in sharply, and the discomposure from that noise causes you to go silent for a few seconds.

“i cleared my schedule for you tonight—if you’re willing to accompany me, that is.”

“of course!” you respond far too quick, the blood in your veins racing at an impossible speed. 

what curbs the embarrassment of nearly choking over your own words is the gentle grip over your hand leading you down the yumemiru-lined path. surely, and you say this with confidence, there will be no more summers of inaction.