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Merry Christmas to you all💕💕. May you spend a last part of the year in peace and surrounded by love! Buon Natale from me and, of course, from Junzumi 💛💜!

They have visited some little sweet friends this year, an idea from Junpei thrown there just because; one taken seriously and welcomed by Izumi because why not. Junpei couldn’t help following Izumi through some sky journey as well, because he will follow her wherever she goes, after all!

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You count sheeps to fall asleep,

She’s a sheep counting Junzumi while she jumps for you💜💛.

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He's so cute. HE'SO CUTE

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I'm christian and i don't want to be insulted over it. Junzumi x Bible

Anon, I was raised in a Christian family. I attended an elementary school run by nuns, I would be forced to go the Church every Sunday as a kid, I’m italian so I live where I live. So, it’s all right😂, and I have to admit the most interesting exam of my uni career has been Christianity history SO…! It’s just a bit BIZARRE as an ask and you retrying after a year is amusing at its best. Ehm…Junzumi x The Flood?🤣

Or…The Legendary Warriors story set in a biblical world or the previous owners of the Legendary Warriors ending up in a biblical Digiworld. LIKE DO YOU IMAGINE🤣? The Ancients choosing their holders by talking to them like God does to the chosen ones in the Old Testament, through stuff connected with their own element. Just think about the original holder of the Thunder spirit being constantly threatened about being hit by a lightning🤣, or They were originally chosen by surviving such an event; or Ancientirismon talking to Hers through the wind, Ancientgreymon pulling a Moses by talking to His through burnt trees. YOU SEE, THE IDEAS COME BECAUSE- because the atmosphere of the Testaments is fascinating to me. Ok, this is more Frontier x Bible and I’m afraid I’ve taken off lol.

Moreover…Now that I think about it, if you want to know, one of my inpos for adult Junpei is Jehtro from The Prince of Egypt ahaha. When Junpei starts those monologues about balance and, most of all, self worth he just reminds me of Moses’ father-in-law singing to Moses. Junpei is totally the one who can grow into being an inspirational, wise man after having gained more self-esteem in himself. He would motivate and comfort those around him, younger folks and kids especially, with his improved emotional intelligence.

“A single thread in a tapestry, though its color brightly shines, can never see its purpose, in the pattern of the grand design…

And the stone that sits on the very top of the mountains mighty face, does it think it's more important than the stones that form the base?”

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Ajkajakajkaja SUCH DORKS

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But, outside from the territory of that ask and far from the anger and disgust the fatphobia permeating Frontier in its depths gives me down to my stomach, without drama or a big mess as I strongly believe Junzumi don’t really fit those kinds of plots, I just like thinking about them falling genuinely tbh.

Once I received a review on my fic about the fact Izumi falling for Junpei is like a punishment for having been so fatphobic towards him and, lol, even if it’s kinda funny to look at it that way, I personally think it would just be nice to see Izumi growing out of that mean immaturity on her own by starting appreciating him the way he is, so all of a sudden she would just fall and nothing would matter to her any more. Idk in my mind Junzumi is all about being honest about their feelings like DW should have taught them and spontaneity. What a beautiful word.

✨✨✨Spontaneity💕.

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Is there anything you'd change about Junpei Izumi writing as a relationship in the series?

Look, it’s an easy ask, in truth. There is a lot I would like to say but let’s face what we have to, directly: I’d erase from existence the random fatphobia thrown at him at the ending for sure.

Let’s be honest, Izumi has always been strict towards Junpei, especially when he commented about Kouichi without a shred of tact and she even hit him with a nudge in the sternum. Those interactions were great to me, fascinating, refreshing as we started seeing THEM buttheading due to a newcomer in an opposite way, as if they wanted to push their mirroring friendship issues to another stage. Izumi who intended to bond with Kouichi; Junpei who was the most diffident, because he’s always been like that, always being envious/jealous and such: it would show how immature he was and what a good counterbalance to Izumi’s impulsive ways he could be at the same time. But no, it suddenly became much better to turn Izumi into a fatphobic bully.

You know, this is why I like Junpei has grown much more self-conscious and shyer around her in the dramas. In the 2022 drama he’s still into her, but he seems veeeeeeeery calm and quiet about it and I like it, because I just NEED to know there is a period in Junpei’s life in which she just becomes Izumi to him, the friend from Digiworld. I would love if he himself chooses to put a distance for his sake -also unconsciously, why not-, until something happens and he refalls even harder than before.

In a nutshell, I just want them to address that shitty fatphobia in some way because it was disgusting, okay. It would be wonderful if, you know, for once they could treat Junpei like a kid with feelings.

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Junpeipipu and Izupupi in the mood🎄💜💛.

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IZUMI CHAN WITH SHORT HAIR IS SO BEAUTIFUL. MUM IZUMI CHANNNNNNNNNNNNNN😍😍😍😍. Miranda took after her beauty. She's gotta to have all the boys on her to make Junpei jealous of their daughter. Will she be into modelling like her mum used to? From the description she sounds very flashy!

• Ah yessss💕💕! I’m happy you like Mamma Izumi ahahah. I cut her hair because I’ve always loved imagining her with short hair. I think she would be so cool with it, even if I know Izumi’s hair is part of her person, which is endearing. Her signature pose seems to be her tossing her strands in the air, ehm, in the wind, but it’s not like she can’t do that with short hair. It could give her a new perspective about how the gusts can feel more free on her face and neck!

I think a lady into fashion loving talking about women world should be aware it’s beautiful we like changing just like our ife does. Izumi is never afraid of changing, because that’s what the wind continuously does too. In her teenage years she liked dying her hair, now she wants to cut it. Like, yes, cutting her hair is such a drastic change, but she will feel as confident as always, if not even more💕. Fairymon approves!

• Aahahah nono, Ran won’t be a model lmaoooo. She wants to be ✨as beautiful as Mamma✨, but I can’t see her taking on that field nono. Izumi would invite her to think twice in the case, but IT’S NOT THE CASE AHAHAH. As far as concerns the boys thing, though he gets anxious, Junpei is actually happy to support her in her crushes, both in girls and boys, and loves giving her suggestions when she asks him for them. He’s not that kind of person except if you hurt her.

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• { Alla più bella } To the most beautiful or, like ancient greek would say, Kalliste •

[ It has been funny to realize in a whole year and more I’ve been writing about Junzumi fooling around in Italy, without having never told you how they met again over there, far from home. I made some friends laugh as well because, despite that, they still managed to enjoy the trip before this one-shot XD.

Enjoy~! And…To a good bye bye to November so we can open a December full of Junzuminess ! Yeah, not really that weird but weird enough, this time the context is perfectly understandable from the story itself XD. ]

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In the hope to get a deserved victory after a couple of defeats in a row, she had had the nerve to show up there, in that little hall exclusively decorated with desks placed a bit distant from each other, without prior warning.

Had she been in Japan, her posture perfectly alingning her neck and shoulders, her consequently elegant gait, her considerable height would have attracted many eyes filled with tacit admiration on her. She would have felt the intensity of those stares' irreverence on her even when she was a mile far from them; would have heard more and more whispers advancing at her back with discretion, trying figuring out who that blonde young woman might be, that young woman looking more mature than her age thanks to that aura of a promising model embracing her, no matter what kind of outfit she would wear.

Still, that was Italy and over there she was nobody else but an ordinary girl in a crowd no one was minimally interested in: her golden tresses had remained pretty, if not gorgeous whenever she tossed them in the air with a graceful gesture, yet they would not make people turn their head at her passage; her porcelain skin was just average in comparison with many other women's, and not only popular actresses you could see in posters glued on the glass of bus stops awnings; the green in her spheres and the chirpy light it could absorb in its depths were no match for the infinity of seas that could host the warmth of the entire Sun.

Assuming someone happened to ask her, in the cities she had visited in her many journeys across the peninsula of her childhood she would be Izumi…And Parma was no exception. Otherwise, to those running into her or spotting her at a table in a random cafè, she would be a mere, -cute too, of course-, stranger, and that awareness would make her relax like only the most caring breezes had been able to up until when she had started losing herself in those trips, -in the most beautiful sense of the idiom-.

She knew, though, only a path would lead her to temporarily remember what it used to feel like to marvel someone's senses, make them spark up like stars or ,much more fitting, like lightnings animating the darkest skies, without her needing to do anything to make that come true; and what it would be like once returned to Japan, -because ,sooner or later, she was going to return there, wasn't she?-.

And yet, now that she was there, she was't just feeling the same at the beginning of that conversation, which had softly startled her before coming to delight her, a bit more than it had in other occasions, during other special, very special meetings.

"A chi lo dedichi questo autografo?" Taking an instinctive step backwards, she couldn't help wondering whether she would have reacted like that, so disoriented and even alienated, if in Rome Takuya had greeted her by immediately starting talking in italian to pull a prank on her or just surprise her, his former, extremely patient italian teacher.

Surprise. That was why she was in Parma: to catch Junpei by surprise, shock him, mental plan that would make her giggle uncontrollably while picturing herself casually waving at him at the end of an opera night, out of the theater. It would before the reality of the unreliable italian railway system had entered the scene as well, had delayed her arrival by hours and hours and had forced her to act like an autumnal mistral constantly changing its course.

Resigned, sitting on the bed of the hotel to offload something her shoulders had found much heavier than both her bags and luggage, she had already accepted the fact it wasn't granted it would be equally funny to blend in among the partecipants of that kind of event.

Even with that disenchanted awareness, however, among all the possible scenarios she had fantasized about in the span of a single night, tossing and turning as the wind made the curtains swing just like her perplexities, she hadn't taken in consideration a situation in which she would be the one growing baffled, speechless, completely thunderstruck, and could she be blamed? After all, years of friendship spent analyzing her friends, him included, hadn't given her a single reason to stop for an instant, turn down the volume of her too chatty confidence and let her pay attention to a minuscule voice from her conscience alerting her, reminding her there might actually be a margin of uncertainty in that game, some mischievous chance card unexpectedly popping out from nowhere to mess with her morning.

"Quindi?"

She had been mentally writing different versions of what that day might turn to be for months, since during a train journey from Genova to Milan Kouji and Kouichi had told her a bit about Junpei's whereabouts, leaving her quite dissatisfied about how poor of substance their updates were. In no frame of those silly stories of hers she was looking down at him wide-eyed, agape, except one in which she had given up to the temptation to draw him differently, no longer massive, less lumbering, slimmer: if Takuya and the twins had physically changed so dramatically, why shouldn't she believe he had as well and would find him, for example, with fewer pounds on him? Nevertheless, she had soon discarded that hypothesis, feeling a bit guilty once it had dawned on her she could have picked thousand of other types of transformations for him.

Already stunned, now also stranded on the contours of his stout frame, she got near to comically panicking, agitating her arms up and down for some instants, when she was called by him for a second time.

"A-Ah! Alla più bella!"

"Alla più bella. Eh eh, romantico, mi complimento, sí, sí," By his voice still holding a mouse squeak in the seriousness of a low register; in the thuds of words being dropped on the splayed pages of a notebook and echoing even louder in her ears; in genuinely entertained chuckles.

From that position he seemed to have been condemned to sit in forever, she couldn't really see that much beyond that bush of bouncing autumnal leaves, except his thick arms pressed on the surface of the table, the timid tip of his ears peeping out from the mahogany of that peculiar vegetation now and then, and the occasional scampering of his pen painting the round curve of his nose with a vivacious blue.

And yet, not exclusively because she didn't have many other options at disposal, she stared. Kept on doing so even when she got a point when, to most people, the slowness of his hand, which explained the matching one of the queue she had freed herself from, might start becoming unnerving combined with all that scratching and rustling, with his well-audible self dictation.

"B-e…" He whispered as his palm traced wide circles occupying lot of space on the paper. "L-L…" Went on, following the ink as it lethargically crossed the white expanse and, in turn, at those moments her limited point of view allowed her to, Izumi's blinks would chase both of them. Indeed, eventually discovering a strange fascination in that tedious break, she didn't take too long to begin caring less and less about the obstacle represented by his head and playing with her imagination like she always would, so an extremely concentrated Junpei, frowning and sticking his tongue out, could magically materialize and appear in all his fussy nervousness in those manufactured visions. "A…"

Junpei. He…, Her inert hands, which had been lazily dangling at her hips, reached the level of her chest in the shape of weak fists but stopped at some millimeters away from the fabric. They didn't touch the flowers blossoming on her top but just grazed their motley, mute petals to wait along with them for something to move, for some solitary gust to pass over that forgotten field, for earth and water to be restored to their palpitating life.

Junpei, He…, She didn't know what else he was adding to the last letter of his task, but judging from the way his shoulders slumped forward, which pushed his face down into a hideout that was even further from her, he was pouring his whole effort on that ultimate decoration. Isolated in his world, curled up in himself, he made her breath grow more shallow and intermittent, her heart feel even more claustrophobic in the cage of her bosom, the wind, -not the one darting to Garibaldi Square and spinning around its refined buildings, but the one flowing inside her like blood itself does-, getting more impatient, restless, capricious.

Junpei, you are really Junpei.

And she laughed. Bursted in giggles, let her emotions explode at once, flying away all together just like they say the power of whirls and tornados did, as soon as Odysseus opened Aeolus' bag.

Completely emptied of concerns she hadn't managed to interpret, not having even been able to understand she was being strangled by them, she might really let everything be, reach out and take off with them, as the feather she felt like she had suddenly turned into. Weightless , almost impalpable, inhaling the air coming from all over the universe and breathing it out again, in that expanse she probably belonged to.

And yet, appealing as it sounded to be, she stayed with her feet firmly on the ground, never seeming to intend to stop hiccuping like that. Ironically, her wrist and jingling bracelets succeeded to conceal her mouth in the instant she needed it to the least: when she got the fleeting glimpse of a pair of lucid slices of orange looking up at her, the cautious gaze of a huge turtle coming out of his shell to check what the weather from outside is like, and her amusement calmed down in the form a smirk.

"Uhm, e il nome della bella? Lo aggiungiamo, no?"

Ladies were always late. As a proper one, she mocked herself, she could also win a game, her own game, with a small delay.

"Izumi," She answered him, making her pupils roll upwards to highlight the fake nonchalance laced with her repl.

The next thing she knew was that she heard the tickings of a pen colliding with the floor.

…

Surely, it would always give her a certain effect. In that occasion it was a colourful mixture between the warmth from back when in Rome, in the presence of the Colosseum feeling so imposing even when far miles, Takuya had patted on her shoulder and had made her turn to steal her gasp with a smile; and that throbbing happiness, lighting her stupor up on that not so distant morning she had recognized Kouji and Kouichi in a couple of twins in heavy winter clothes.

The only noticeable difference was that once she came face to face, indeed, eye to eye with him, her beats didn't tremble, didn't pulse that hard, painfully like they had with the others. And now that the hurricane of her spirit had ceased infuriating, tossing her thoughts around and making the space of her conscience so blurry and undefined, she could distinctly see the reason simply lied in the fact no familiar stranger was sitting at that desk, but just her dear friend Junpei. Visibly tired, sporting two dark circles that would make a panda question about its identity and existence, he looked almost identical to the twenty-year-old boy Tomoki, Kouichi and her had bid goodbye to at the entrance of the main airport of Tokyo.

Almost because, well, back then he wasn't a promising tenor owning fans to speak italian with. At that remark, the sight of the queue behind her could send her chills down her spine now.

"Is this…" After some seconds spent gulping, attempting to formulate a sentence making a minimal sense instead of producing wheezes and other strange, unintelligible noises with his opened mouth, he brought himself to talk. "Is this a weird side effect of having slept for only two hours tonight?"

"No, those are spoiling your skin," She frankly underlined, understanding why he would keep his gaze fixed on the table. She was aware that wasn't really what you should say to someone you haven't conversated with for ages, especially if you have just begun blabbing, but, surprisingly enough, that had already started sounding like the silliest chat she would have with a neighbour she hanged out with everyday, which was fine and, most all, nice, very nice. "Oh, I know it. I have got a cream for those in my beautycase. You can't afford to go out like that. You look like a panda, per l'amor di Dio."

Her index jerked away, not recalling how it had exactly landed so close to his nose. If it hadn't responded so promptly, it would have been hit by a sort of slap he gave to the nothingness, after having fairly taken another bunch of seconds to dwell in his perplexity.

"Oh, ok, you really are Izumi. There's no doubts. The Izumi from my dreams wouldn't offer me cosmetics, would she?" He nodded at himself, as if he had just got the logical conclusion of a very complex problem. Then, his exaggerated frown disappeared in thin air along with all those bizarre things he had said, erased by the sheepishness of his grin. "Eheh, thank you! I promise I will use just a drop of it. Or whatever it will be."

"You surely have got a way to interact with your dreams' ghosts, don't you?" Trying seeming the most nonplussed she could, she raised an eloquent eyebrow at him until she found it impossible not to give up, shake her head and sigh. I've come back home for a third time, haven't I ?, She couldn't keep herself from mentally repeating, rather moved, as she momentarily left the abashed Junpei messing with his his hair in the background of her mind. "I have to say…I missed you."

"Uh?" He pulled away by taking along all his weight and making his chair screech on the tiles. As if they were made of the same electrical charges, as soon as he went back to his previous position, she parted from him with an unstable hop. Her orbs and wince twitched and deformed, trying their best to stand the pressure of his inspection.

"W-What is it now…?" With his spheres reduced to a crack not even her curiosity could slip into, his way too focused aura, it wasn't easy to understand of he wanted to be taken seriously.

"That's something the Izumi from my dreams would say, so it's suspicious."

"Oh, again? Will you stop? I'm Izumi in the flesh. How can I convince you, eh?"

"I guess it could help to be pinched by you, but I don't want that, no! But I guess that…" His tendency to swing from a mood to another had grown significantly worse, since he had got so skilled at shifting from the most hilarious surge of embarrassment, frantically creating an ineffective, shaky shelter for his wide grimace, to the most placid, genuine externalization of affection. "No, I did miss you so much too and I also miss the others, of course. Every fucking day,” He specified, unconsciously revealing how there was no intent to flutter her, which she did notice, closing her eyes for the imperceptible duration of a fluttering of butterfly wings, her cheeks flushed and her jaw gently dropping on its own. "Oh, y'know what? I've been thinking I want to organize a party someday. I proposed that to Kouji and Kouichi some months ago, but I suppose they were more interested in knowing how I was doing ah ah. Hey Izumi, you know you're invited too, right? Even if I don't know when it will be: I'm a tiny bit busy."

"I couldn't tell," The golden strings of her mane, the invaluable frame of her face, scattered in the pleasant atmosphere created by their chuckles singing in unison. Izumi felt their intrinsic freshness still clashing with her body temperature but ignored the nagging shiver they brought to her, because she was feeling as playful as ever, pointing at the crowd behind her with her chin. "You're already popular. I mean, look at that…! All those fans!"

“Fans?!" He exclaimed and gave a long stare at her, the walleyed one of a young man who had just heard an acquaintance was going to have a holiday on the Moon. "Those are my friends from university. They came watching me yesterday, so they assisted to the worst Traviata ever. I flopped. No, I sucked. Oh well…"

"In my opinion, if they all are here, it means they liked it," She winked at him, sincerely wanting him to believe more in himself. There she couldn't shout at him like she had at a Takuya exstinguishing his flame in the middle of a match, but she could encourage him with some comments directly coming from her endeared heart.

"Grazie, Izumi," He seemed to have appreciated the gesture, exchanging the kindness of her smile, but he blatantly was still too dejected by his lack of self-esteem, if a new transient doubt was enough to make him pale and cup his soft facial features with both his hands. A brand new, peculiar version of Munch's Shout, or, much less ambitious, taking in account the amusing way panic plasmed his skin, a puffer fish jumped out of the sea.

"Wait, If you are here…Asking me for an autogra-Oh no, don't tell me…You haven't watched that too, have you? Oh no, no, no…!"

"Don't worry, I haven't," Unfortunately. After all, she did want to hear how his chirp had improved thanks to his experiences in Italy, but she wasn't going to admit that to him. Not that day, at least.

"Oh, wow, you got me scared for a second," He seemed to be literally deflating like a ballon as he let out a very deep sigh of relief. "So, what are you doing in Parma? Are you on holiday with your parents, a boyfriend, maybe…?"

"No, I'm-"

Both jumped and plugged their ears at the shrill yell of a ding, their muscles remaining stiff and tense even when Junpei tentatively stretched his arm to the buzzing phone, in order to turn that deafening alarm off.

"My turn is up, eh?" She limited herself to state, already knowing what it was happening since she had read a list of information and warnings hanging on a door, out of an initial boredom. Therefore, she didn't need Junpei's following stone announcement.

"I'm afraid it is…The folks from the theatre expressly ordered me and the others to keep this alarm around at these sorts of events, as I, ehm, we would waste so much time chatting with people and others would be left out."

"Well…" She couldn't blame him if he was looking so immaturely disappointed about such a foreseeable development, as she was as well, despite already knowing. "There's nothing we can do about it. I have to go."

"Yeah, you have to," He apathetically echoed, abandoning his strength on the table and accidentally making the elbow sustaining his head, no, his entire soul crinkle the paper under him.

"But you are giving me that autograph, right?" She prompted, having got the same idea that had dashed and flashed in the mirror of his orbs.

"Of course, I am! Ah ah, wait a second," He gasped at the memory his pen had fallen and had ended up at his feet, but he found an immediate replacement for its absence in another one he picked from a pocket of his light blue shirt.

I do hope it will be just for a second. I do for your sake, She sarcastically muttered to herself in the tacit stasis of another waiting session, which, in truth, lasted for a second just like he had promised.

"Here, alla piú bella," He handed the card to her and she grabbed it with veiled excitement, caught in an illusion in whose rocking she had begun feeling too comfortable. Vain and frivolous as it might sound, she had always wished for the boys of her team, each of them, to confess she had grown to be prettier than before, a beautiful lady, una bella signorina. Remembering of that desire of hers, though knowing well she had just told Junpei to write down that, she grew red at the possibility she had chosen the suggestions of that ancient idiom, unconsciously led by it.

"C-commozione…" , Thus, she read the content in awe, scanning the hasty dedication, the squirming writing seeming to anticipate the presence of an artistic bolt scribbled in the final part.

Yes, she had come back home. Again.

Home obviously was Rome, but also the cramped platform of a Genoese station, and now Parma as well. The city where Junpei had been sent to after having won a scholarship. The location from where he would initially call her for help, though he would never specify it not to make her understand he was already struggling. That far spot on the map he had decided to stay in, to her amazement, which meant he had stopped doing that, -again, struggling as a foreigner-, but she had already accepted that back when her phone had stopped ringing at odd hours of the day.

"Uh?"

Home was the entire Italy, the country that had taken her precious friends away from her, the place where she longed to return, be in. It was inevitable for her to wonder if the next step she had to take after university was waiting for her somewhere.

"Hm no, something is missing," Giving the card back to him, she put a finger on its frail paper, getting him near to start sweating. Then, she locked her eyes on his by crouching at his level and grinned just like he was used to doing, overflowing with fond bliss. "Your phone number. How can I lend you that cream if I don’t have it?”

Eager to comply to another request from her, he didn't hesitate to use his pen again.

"Right! And-And how could I invite you at that party?"

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-And now…Some random italian notes! For first, let’s translate what Junpei told Izumi, though it’s pretty obvious.

• “A chi lo dedichi questo autografo?”: Who do you want to dedicate this autograph to?

• “Quindi?”: So?

• “[..] Romantico, mi complimento […]”: Not really something I’ve ever heard in english tbh. “Mi complimento” is an idiom we use to say we like something in a very jovial or a sarcastical/mischievously ironical way (in this case it’s obviously the former).

• “Uhm, e il nome della bella? Lo aggiungiamo no?”: This is a sentence constructed in a very commonly-spoken italian style. It simply is: “And shall we add the name of the bella (pretty girl)?” Or “Let’s add the name of the bella, shall we?” Personally, I think the second fits the playful vibes of the quote!

-Other miscellaneous notes for you and only for you ahaha. Be clement in my regards. This time I didn’t add too many Italian words to explain XD!

• “Alla più bella”, so “ Kalliste “ is an expression coming from Iliad, from the proemium telling about Teti and Peleus's disastrous wedding. Heris, Godness of strife abd discord, FAIRLY not having been invited at the event, throws a golden apple on the table Athena, Aphrodites and Hera were sitting at. On the apple an appealing Kalliste was written and... Wellllllll, chaos unfolds XD. Paris, a simple yet beautiful shepherd, is visited by the godnesses and they promise him gifts in exchange of a judgement: who is the most beautiful among them? Paris’ choice falls for Afrodites, since she promised him the love from the most beautiful woman on Earth, Elena of Troy. Hmmm, Troy…Is a bell ringing in you? XD

• Parma is a city in Emilia Romagna, North of Italy, which is famous for its innovative Teatro Regio and its Accademia Verdiana, a prestigious opera course more and more students coming from the East have been joining, -by passing a special exam-, lately. To respect Train of Hope's fantastic ideas, I want to make Junpei get more into Puccini, -and, then, Rossini-...But Verdi is Verdi and here I've mentioned his Traviata.

• I also referred to the very first drama, Izumi's part, where she sweetly says she wishes all the boys of the group will tell her how beautiful she has become, once grown up. I've always loved that innocent vanity!

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Love for beetles

I blame everything on @ran-orimoto, Or Khafka. One or the other.

Anyway enjoy some Junzumi! :3

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Junpei put the plates on the table, the food. Pulled the chair out for Izumi and Izumi sat down, smiled at her boyfriend. Junpei looked at the tablecloth instead of her. No, not the tablecloth. Izumi frowned. Junpei seemed to be looking through the tablecloth, and the table. Ah. She put a hand against her cheek and smiled. Lost in thoughts, somewhere far away where she couldn’t follow.

Junpei sat down, ate the food in an almost mechanical way. Izumi took a bite as well. Not enough garlic, as usual. She still smiled towards Junpei, beamed.

”I love it! Did you try something new?”

Hoped he would answer answer ’I added more garlic this time’ so she could tell him maybe just a teeny tiny bit more next time. Nothing. He kept looking through the table, chewed his food in that cute way that made his cheeks puff up like a hamster. Izumi took another bite of the food. A minute went by, two minutes. Junpei spilled sauce on the table and Izumi put the fork down.

”Alright, I’ll bite”, she said. ”What are you thinking about?”

Junpei blinked, looked at her and tilted his head. Almost as if he hadn’t realized she was there. Maybe he hadn’t, it seemed to be a really deep thought.

”Would you…” Junpei started. Pushed the food around with his fork. ”Would you still love me if I was a beetle?”

Izumi laughed.

”You say the silliest thing, Junpei.”

She laughed again. Junpei didn’t. Izumi grabbed the fork again.

”Where did that question come from?”

Junpei’s cheeks turned red. Probably a book or something they sang in school.

”Well, would you?” he asked.

And he sounded so serious. Izumi blinked. What steps had she taken in life to bring her to this conversation?

”I loved you as Beetlemon, didn’t I?”

Junpei looked away.

”Did you though?”

And he was right to ask, Izumi knew. Because they had been young, too young for love even. To know what exactly it meant. But their hearts had been shared, for one brief moment in time, as Susanoomon.

”You already know the answer to that”, she said.

Junpei swallowed, the red on his cheeks disappeared. Izumi put the fork down again, moved to the chair next to Junpei and put her hand over his. Leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

”You know I would”, she said. There was no use trying to figure out why he wanted to know. ”Would you still love me as a beetle?”

Junpei gripped her hand with his, put the other on her shoulder. Stared straight into her eyes and Izumi squirmed under his gaze.

”I’d build you the best terrarium in the world and catch fresh worms for you every day!”

”Oh eww”, Izumi pulled away with a laugh. ”I would prefer your tortini.”

Junpei smiled, clapped his hands together.

”I’ll make you some right now!”

Stood up before Izumi could say something and she grabbed the hem of his shirt. Her cheeks hurt from smiling.

”Junpei. Dear. You’ve already made us dinner today.”

He stopped, turned back towards her with a smile spread across his face. He put her hands against her cheeks – his hands were warm, soft – and then his lips against hers. Fast, filled with laughter. Izumi laughed when he pulled away, leaned her head against his chest.

”I love you, Izumi-chan.”

His voice vibrated through his chest, filled her with warmth, made her feel home.

”I love you more”, she said.

”I love you most.”

”Even as a beetle?” Izumi laughed.

Junpei laughed as well, gave her a quick hug before he pulled away. Put a hand under her chin and smiled towards her. He looked so sincere and Izumi rolled her eyes and pulled away.

”Even as a beetle”, Junpei admitted.

”That is such a silly thing to say, you realize that right?”

”Am I Izumi’s silly silly beetle?”

He was teasing her, she could tell. So she put on the most sincere look she could muster despite the laughter.

”You are. You’re my silly, silly little beetle.”

And then the laughter broke through. She shook her head and stood up, went back to her seat.

”A silly beetle who still doesn’t know how much garlic to add”, she winked.

Junpei’s cheeks turned red and he grabbed his fork, took a bite out of the food. Izumi watched as his cheeks puffed up again. Something that cute was nothing like a beetle.

Beetlemon crossed her mind and heat spread through her body like wildfire, her cheeks burned and she hurried to return to dinner before Junpei would ask her anything more about her love for beetles.

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[ After more than a year I’ve finally put my hands on my Junzumi fam to give them a slooooow redesign, because it was necessary to give some logic and “ personality “ to people exclusively wearing shirts and cardigans, but also because I just love playing with my Junzumi trash, so this was just a good excuse like always ~~. Btw, I’m also planning to draw the ✨ uncles✨ + Chiaki, as she is also part of Rapsodia , whether she wants to or not ahahahh. ]

I had already written drafts about Junpei and Izumi in the past, but I will put them here again, more polished, along with the kids’.

• Junpei Shibayama in Orimoto, 41: International star tenor, occasional VA and narrator in children stuff, former singing teacher (in Covid period), part-time waiter ( *cough* restaurant co-owner).

• Izumi Orimoto, 40: Chef, owner of two restaurants, Gambero Rosso’s favourite guest, Slowfood member, DIY stylist.

• Tomoki Orimoto (Toto), 5: last year of kindergarten, train enthusiast, exoert in digging in his father’s toolbox, little friend of the living room’s piano.

• Miranda Orimoto (Ran), 8: third year of elementary school, school recitals lover (but never being picked for solo singing roles), rookie ballerina, butterflies nerd.

• Koujirou Orimoto (Kou), 10: fifth year of elementary school, striker with lightning speed (in his dreams), disasters at the hobbs but 1st fan of his mother’s cooking (so he thinks), can imitate birds’ chirps surprisingly decent white voice.

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A very little detail about Frontier we all sleep on, but sometimes I like thinking about is the use of honorifics among the kids, especially when it comes to Izumi. She has got variegated ways to refer to the others and I’ve always loved the attention the writers put in that.

Though she is fascinated about Kouji’s loneliness, feeling a sort of echo within herself and her need to often stay alone, she uses the “Kun” when addressing him, which is interesting as it wants to underline the distance she feels from him, despite anything.

The same can be said about Kouichi, but my attention is not that attracted by this. After all, Kouichi interacts with the others a few times and him using Kun towards the others is perfectly understandable, just like it is from Izumi to him. He uses the “Kun” towards Junpei too, apparently, which is shown in those crossover comics from Savers era.

When it comes to both Takuya and Junpei, instead, Izumi doesn’t use anything. They are and have always been Takuya and Junpei and that’s it, which I’ve always found endearing because the absence of honorifics does underline how they have been the ones she has got the closest to, also because she has started her journey with them, has been able to interact with them, peers of hers after a while of isolation. In my opinion, it adds even more sweetness to their bond. I adore it, frankly! I cherish Izumi, Takuya and Junpei as a trio very much, even if we get to see them together working together, without the triangle thing involved, in too few occasions.

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Italian men are convinced one of the fundamental steps to conquer a woman’s heart is to be able to cook a good carbonara (false, men, we can’t care less and you are annoying with all the cringe twitter posts).

Then Junpei arrives, bless his face, and tells all his new incel friends from Italy, -who can’t just believe he has managed to score with a gorgeous former model-, that whenever his dear Izumi visits, he will cook ✨ tortellini, panna e prosciutto ✨ for her, or, like most japanese say due to how hard it is for them to pronounce it, ✨ TORTINI, panna e prosciutto✨. Junpei’s pasta al tonno is miserable and he is self conscious about it, but it doesn’t take much for him to feel a bit proud of his achievement. It’s enough to think Takuya is out there doing much worse.

Tortellini, panna cheese and ham is basically the ordinary meal of an average university student with limited budget, along with pasta al tonno (pasta and tuna). Even if Izumi is always there, tiptoeing to the pot to add more salt or pepper, while he’s distracted and is plunging in the fridge to find some other ingredient, she will always let him cradle himself in that belief: when they are two friends casually dating each other for some reason, that his tortini are “buoni, buoni!” ; when they are married, that his tortini absolutely are the best ones she, famous international Chef, has ever tasted.

It’s likely on her menus her diners will initially blink and boggle at the writing of tortini, panna and prosciutto on some page.

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I admit I hope we will get more Fairyblitz content from you. I'm thirsty of that couple and I didn't know I could like them. I listened to the Train of Hope and I like he protects her from danger like a bodyguard or knight. So yeahh, keep on going with the wind x thunder content in evrry direction. I would kill to read a Fajryblitz fic, but fanarts are wgat the eye loves the most.

Fairyblitz drawings take all my time and focus and heart, so if I waited a bit before replying it was just because I had nothing to show you XD. I’m drawing a minuscule project I want to be proud of once it is finished, but for now I’m just at sketch phase!

Addicted to the fact Kokabuterimon is full of spikes, has got pointed claws, is stocky, has got big bug eyes🤣🤣, IS A BUG. And also to the fact Tinkermon deals with bugs (wasps) and though a bit SKEPTICAL about his appearance and ways, she would tease him but also be affectionate to him wwww💕💕💕.

I wonder if Junpei would have been so destroyed about turning into such a thing if they had let the other kids revert to rookies as well. It would have been too interesting to me. Izumi a sweet fairy, he a BUG🤣🤣.

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If you could come up with your episode idea of a sequel where a similar thing to the Metalkabuterimon happens and J.P is badly hurt and risks to die in Zoe's arms this time though and Zoe has already fallen for him, how would it be in your head?

I would love seeing something à la “Wallace and Gromit and The Curse of the Wererabbit”, in which Wallace gets back to his senses through cheese.

Izumi would pick one of his chocolate bars it’s canon he has never abandoned and he would immediately open his eyes and EAT. Gnom gnom gnom. I’d give him a hug, Izumi, without making him choke possibly.

Ahah in truth, I had already baked this stupid idea for a Rapsodia draft. Since that Rapsodia draft has been discarded, I need to use it somewhere else because this is the kind of DRAMA Junzumi deserves XD. I hate myself a bit ahaha.

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I just needed to sketch them. In my dreams Gabumon meets him and Izumi again, but ,to Blitzmon’s joy ,he’s more affectionate to Junpei and also reminds him there’s a bar of chocolate, which he didn’t accept last time, that’s still waiting for him to change his mind 💕.