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And I love it bwahahahajaja

honestly writing kai hiwatari is like

*writes speech* oh shit, kai wouldn't say that, would he? no... at most thats an internal thought. would kai even say ANYTHING? no. no he wouldn't. great. so they're just gonna sit there in silence, cool cool. fucking hell, how is this relationship supposed to ever progress??? KAI HIWATARI, SAY SOMETHING NOW YOU COLOSSAL DICK.

is this how tyson feels ALL the time????????

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I did something ( o3o)

But in my native language, sorry

Mayblade 2025 - 22. Affection

Translation by the wonderful @adailytea, thank you very much, truly! ♡♡♡

Original on ao3

At the Neoborg complex, the morning began with the precision of a military clock. The training unit had been awake since before dawn. Cold lights flicked on in synchronized sectors, cameras rotated on their axes, murmured voices echoed off the concrete and steel walls. The building's hallways were silent that morning. All teams, veterans and rookies alike, were in position according to a strict schedule, with no room for even a breath out of line.

In a more secluded stadium, designated for the highest-ranking bladers, Kai trained with an obstinacy that bordered on self-destructive. Every movement was precise, every step measured, but his fingers bore small cuts, and his palms were already marked with dried blood. Not that he seemed to notice. Or care.

Boris was relatively distant, alternating between his own training and supervising a few rookies, but Dranzer’s direct strikes echoed loudly, so loudly he bet he could hear them even from the other side of the damn facility. He watched for a while, that blue blade almost ghostlike in the speed with which it weaved through the arena’s sharp, scattered obstacles. Sitting back on his heels, he observed Kai’s relentless drive with a touch of disdain, unyielding even in training.

In the cacophony of the training area, Boris found himself thinking how strangely Kai had remained with them, even after the recent events with Volkov. He had expected him to naturally drift back to them. But none of that happened, and every morning Kai was silently present in the corridors at the designated hours.

Boris was still watching him. They weren’t exactly friends. Nor rivals. Colleagues worked. Kai was the kind of person who always seemed on the verge of either disappearing or exploding, and Boris wasn’t sure what irritated him more: his constant indifference, or the fact that, despite it, and under very, very specific circumstances  - with strong emphasis on “specific” -, he was strangely reliable.

During a break, Boris got distracted for a moment, and a light cut traced across his face - more of a cosmetic scratch than a painful one, but enough to bruise his pride. In front of him, a trembling mass of a recruit on the verge of dissolving into panic was begging for forgiveness in shaky half-syllables. He cursed under his breath, doing his best to convince the boy that his death wasn’t nearly as imminent over such an unworthy scratch. Then he wiped it away with his sleeve. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to supervising. These brats needed to get their act together.

Kai was already seated not far away, quietly observing. Sweat dripped from his chin, and there were light scrapes on his hands and bare arms. He had felt the other’s gaze piercing into his back for at least five minutes. He didn’t care, really. It was incredibly common, especially from recruits. But not from Kuznetsov. Not him.

Rummaging through the pockets of his training pants in search of the beeping PDA, Kai found one of the many band-aids Max often gave him. A pink one, decorated with smiling little animals - probably penguins, or bunnies, or some other adorable and utterly ridiculous creature. He looked at it for a second. Then at Boris.

It was about time for a break, he had been there long before the first scheduled hour. With his own access card to the building's rooms, he often wandered in even before sunrise. With a relatively satisfied sigh and a subtle motion of his hand, Kai took Dranzer into his palm, fitting the rigid blue plastic between his fingers.

With slow steps and disinterested eyes, Kai walked toward Boris. There was a recruit nearby who looked about ready to faint, pale as a sheet of paper. Feeling the surface of the adhesive in his hand, Kai’s expression remained blank as he approached, his steps light as feathers. But Boris, still sweating and irritated, felt a faint chill of alertness.

“What?” he asked, suspicious.

Kai didn’t answer. He simply raised his hand and, without ceremony, stuck the band-aid over the scratch on Boris’s right cheek.

The touch was light. Quick. But strange.

Boris blinked.

“What the-?”

Kai shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling into an enigmatic nearly-smile.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world. Then, he headed straight for the exit as if nothing had happened.

Boris stood there, feeling the warmth of the colorful bandage on his face. He could swear he felt every eye on him - but no one said a word. Not Yuriy, who walked by with a water bottle and cast a curious glance. Not Sergei, who widened his eyes and then quickly looked away as if he hadn’t seen a thing. Not Ian, who swallowed a laugh before walking off.

—

Later, after his shower, Boris was leaving the locker room with damp hair, zipping up a hoodie. In the mirror, he noticed the bandage was still there—perfectly stuck, even after getting wet. It was stupid, but surprisingly good quality. He could take it off, of course. Maybe he should. But he didn’t.

That night, when he got back to the dorms, Boris threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his phone, and opened the front camera. He looked at the bunny-patterned bandage.

He smiled, just a little. Not really sure why.

Bonus

At night, Yuriy reviewed the daily reports with the silent patience of a commander used to handling an unstable object. Having Ian’s reports typed was a good thing, it solved the problem of illegible handwriting. The new problem was called cohesion. He’d have to make the dwarf take some remedial writing lessons.

The next report was Boris’s, sixteen pages for each recruit from the morning, along with a note about documents and access requests. Yuriy was reminded of earlier that day.

When Kai approached Boris with that ridiculous band-aid, Yuriy already knew something unusual was about to happen. And yet, the scene still caught him off guard.

Kai, from the height of his meticulous apathy, sticking a pink band-aid with smiling bunnies onto Boris Kuznetsov’s cheek. It was one of those images the brain archives simply because it doesn’t know how to process it. Kai’s enigmatic aura clashed violently with the childish tone of the band-aid - and yet, there was something genuine about it.

Later that evening, Yuriy knocked lightly on Boris’s door, a pair of documents in hand. He found him in a hoodie, a worn-out flannel cloth in his hands, probably polishing his gear.

“Still wearing the band-aid?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Boris frowned.

“So what?”

“Nothing. I just found it... curious.” Yuriy crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, studying his friend.

“He just... saw I was cut and slapped that thing on. Didn’t even say anything. Kai’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Yuriy replied with a faint smirk. “But you didn’t take it off.”

Boris shot the captain a sideways glare, then turned his eyes back to the mirror.

“I forgot. I’ve been busy.”

Yuriy gave him a look that clearly said ‘Sure you forgot’.

Boris huffed, tossed the flannel cloth aside, and muttered something in russian that sounded a lot like ‘go to hell’. But Yuriy just handed over the papers and walked off, still smiling.

Deep down, he knew. Kai Hiwatari never did anything by accident. And Boris... well, he could have taken it off. But he didn’t.

Yuriy made a mental note. It wasn’t something to interfere with.

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this fic is gonna be so good when i [checks notes] start writing it

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Mayblade 2025 - 22. Affection

Translation by the wonderful @adailytea, thank you very much, truly! ♡♡♡

Original on ao3

At the Neoborg complex, the morning began with the precision of a military clock. The training unit had been awake since before dawn. Cold lights flicked on in synchronized sectors, cameras rotated on their axes, murmured voices echoed off the concrete and steel walls. The building's hallways were silent that morning. All teams, veterans and rookies alike, were in position according to a strict schedule, with no room for even a breath out of line.

In a more secluded stadium, designated for the highest-ranking bladers, Kai trained with an obstinacy that bordered on self-destructive. Every movement was precise, every step measured, but his fingers bore small cuts, and his palms were already marked with dried blood. Not that he seemed to notice. Or care.

Boris was relatively distant, alternating between his own training and supervising a few rookies, but Dranzer’s direct strikes echoed loudly, so loudly he bet he could hear them even from the other side of the damn facility. He watched for a while, that blue blade almost ghostlike in the speed with which it weaved through the arena’s sharp, scattered obstacles. Sitting back on his heels, he observed Kai’s relentless drive with a touch of disdain, unyielding even in training.

In the cacophony of the training area, Boris found himself thinking how strangely Kai had remained with them, even after the recent events with Volkov. He had expected him to naturally drift back to them. But none of that happened, and every morning Kai was silently present in the corridors at the designated hours.

Boris was still watching him. They weren’t exactly friends. Nor rivals. Colleagues worked. Kai was the kind of person who always seemed on the verge of either disappearing or exploding, and Boris wasn’t sure what irritated him more: his constant indifference, or the fact that, despite it, and under very, very specific circumstances  - with strong emphasis on “specific” -, he was strangely reliable.

During a break, Boris got distracted for a moment, and a light cut traced across his face - more of a cosmetic scratch than a painful one, but enough to bruise his pride. In front of him, a trembling mass of a recruit on the verge of dissolving into panic was begging for forgiveness in shaky half-syllables. He cursed under his breath, doing his best to convince the boy that his death wasn’t nearly as imminent over such an unworthy scratch. Then he wiped it away with his sleeve. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to supervising. These brats needed to get their act together.

Kai was already seated not far away, quietly observing. Sweat dripped from his chin, and there were light scrapes on his hands and bare arms. He had felt the other’s gaze piercing into his back for at least five minutes. He didn’t care, really. It was incredibly common, especially from recruits. But not from Kuznetsov. Not him.

Rummaging through the pockets of his training pants in search of the beeping PDA, Kai found one of the many band-aids Max often gave him. A pink one, decorated with smiling little animals - probably penguins, or bunnies, or some other adorable and utterly ridiculous creature. He looked at it for a second. Then at Boris.

It was about time for a break, he had been there long before the first scheduled hour. With his own access card to the building's rooms, he often wandered in even before sunrise. With a relatively satisfied sigh and a subtle motion of his hand, Kai took Dranzer into his palm, fitting the rigid blue plastic between his fingers.

With slow steps and disinterested eyes, Kai walked toward Boris. There was a recruit nearby who looked about ready to faint, pale as a sheet of paper. Feeling the surface of the adhesive in his hand, Kai’s expression remained blank as he approached, his steps light as feathers. But Boris, still sweating and irritated, felt a faint chill of alertness.

“What?” he asked, suspicious.

Kai didn’t answer. He simply raised his hand and, without ceremony, stuck the band-aid over the scratch on Boris’s right cheek.

The touch was light. Quick. But strange.

Boris blinked.

“What the-?”

Kai shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling into an enigmatic nearly-smile.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world. Then, he headed straight for the exit as if nothing had happened.

Boris stood there, feeling the warmth of the colorful bandage on his face. He could swear he felt every eye on him - but no one said a word. Not Yuriy, who walked by with a water bottle and cast a curious glance. Not Sergei, who widened his eyes and then quickly looked away as if he hadn’t seen a thing. Not Ian, who swallowed a laugh before walking off.

—

Later, after his shower, Boris was leaving the locker room with damp hair, zipping up a hoodie. In the mirror, he noticed the bandage was still there—perfectly stuck, even after getting wet. It was stupid, but surprisingly good quality. He could take it off, of course. Maybe he should. But he didn’t.

That night, when he got back to the dorms, Boris threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his phone, and opened the front camera. He looked at the bunny-patterned bandage.

He smiled, just a little. Not really sure why.

Bonus

At night, Yuriy reviewed the daily reports with the silent patience of a commander used to handling an unstable object. Having Ian’s reports typed was a good thing, it solved the problem of illegible handwriting. The new problem was called cohesion. He’d have to make the dwarf take some remedial writing lessons.

The next report was Boris’s, sixteen pages for each recruit from the morning, along with a note about documents and access requests. Yuriy was reminded of earlier that day.

When Kai approached Boris with that ridiculous band-aid, Yuriy already knew something unusual was about to happen. And yet, the scene still caught him off guard.

Kai, from the height of his meticulous apathy, sticking a pink band-aid with smiling bunnies onto Boris Kuznetsov’s cheek. It was one of those images the brain archives simply because it doesn’t know how to process it. Kai’s enigmatic aura clashed violently with the childish tone of the band-aid - and yet, there was something genuine about it.

Later that evening, Yuriy knocked lightly on Boris’s door, a pair of documents in hand. He found him in a hoodie, a worn-out flannel cloth in his hands, probably polishing his gear.

“Still wearing the band-aid?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Boris frowned.

“So what?”

“Nothing. I just found it... curious.” Yuriy crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, studying his friend.

“He just... saw I was cut and slapped that thing on. Didn’t even say anything. Kai’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Yuriy replied with a faint smirk. “But you didn’t take it off.”

Boris shot the captain a sideways glare, then turned his eyes back to the mirror.

“I forgot. I’ve been busy.”

Yuriy gave him a look that clearly said ‘Sure you forgot’.

Boris huffed, tossed the flannel cloth aside, and muttered something in russian that sounded a lot like ‘go to hell’. But Yuriy just handed over the papers and walked off, still smiling.

Deep down, he knew. Kai Hiwatari never did anything by accident. And Boris... well, he could have taken it off. But he didn’t.

Yuriy made a mental note. It wasn’t something to interfere with.

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22- Affection

I also wrote something, but it's in my native language, sorry 😞😞

Bunnies 🥕

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I have this HC that Beyblade teams do something similar to kpop idol events, like fansign, fanmeeting, photo shoots, and stuff. And they probably need to provide some fanservice or do it unintentionally to the delight of the fans (ships are inevitable) bwaha

(They probably also need to advertise for famous brands, participate in talk shows... Some characters probably have some stories to tell)

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Omg

I read your thing abt Kai’s changing eye colour being due to abbey experiments and can I just say I am on the same frikin wavelength 😭😭😭😭 heck I even believe that the front grayish part of his hair was also due to the weird experiments

Forgive my rambling but oh my god it’s an HC very dear to me that Kai’s eyes turned crimson when black drawn we was split from dranzer during abbey experimentation, so his eyes are pure red to show that the “darkness” of his bit beast no longer exists.

I wanted to ask about your HC’s on the matter, I’m sure it’s interesting!

Love your art a lot btw keep slaying!

Wah, thanks for sending an ask ✨✨

Firstly, english is not my first language, so I'm using the good old translator and reviewing the things I know.

I love HC about the duality of Dranzer and Black Dranzer, so your HC about color reflecting the lack of counterpart is sublime. I loved this 🌟

To be very hosnestly about this HC (abt Kai's eye color change), I think it's incredibly common, but at the same time I don't see much about it out there. I wonder if it's because it's something very implicit in the fandom or it's just in my head lol

I've had that for a while actually, and several other things. I liked to use some of them when I was writing fanfics many years ago, nowadays they just gather dust in my notes 🍃

The fact that Kai's eyes change color I attribute to two things: 1) her state in relation to the control of Dranzer or Black Dranzer - and any versions of her - that are from another HC, and 2) the experiments at the Abbey. So I'm focusing on that second one.

Lesgo

✦ Kai began receiving medical treatment after the events of the first season in the Russian championship.

✦ He developed some late symptoms due to the lack of certain substances and one of the side effects was the change in the color of his eyes and the tone of his hair.

✦ This also happened to Tala and Bryan, it depends on the type of substance used and how long they were exposed.

✦ To alleviate symptoms, both physical and mental, a medical treatment provided by BBA in association with Miss Judy was developed.

✦ This treatment was difficult to achieve for the simple fact that the substances used were known only to Balkov scientists. At the time the majority were in prison, so Mr D had to give in to certain "methods" which included special treatment and reduced sentences.

✦ Ironically, Kai was a guinea pig even with the fall of Voltaire and Balkov, because even the emergency treatment was experimental.

✦ At first he took a lot of medicine, vials, packs and even injections. He was troublesome at first, but about two years in he managed to stabilize. Medications have also been used to try to improve the symptoms of amnesia.

✦ He still carries bottles with him, but only those for daily consumption.

✦ From time to time he finds flaws in his hair, sometimes strands appear in different tones or are "switched". He knows when he is close to undergoing another change by observing the roots of his hair and around the pupils of his eyes. (I find the idea that he actually "checks" very funny xD).

✦ Since he wears reading glasses, the contact lenses excuse is quite convenient.

✦ Sometimes the medicines are not enough to control some symptoms such as dizziness and tremors and he needs a few days off. Some medicines are really potent and he is often warned by his doctor not to exceed his limits, not when it comes to his medications and rest.

✦ At some point he was asked why he took medicine, to which he replied that they were, in fact, vitamins for your training, until one time Max secretly took a pill - they were for insomnia - and slept for a whole day. This caused quite a bit of confusion and so sermons and admissions were made.

- note: of course I'm going to use Kai's appearance in V-force to promote HC, it's convenient that this part of the story also works as a transition.

Sooooo

I consider this summary to be quite superficial, If I count all the side effects, we will have enough drama for the rest of the year (and I'm not even counting the Borg boys) bwahaha

Please forgive me for any translation errors 🙇🙇

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Request from @lamalicious-potato about Dranzer's HC having healing powers lesgo ☕

Honestly, this was something I had more subconsciously than anything, so expanding on this idea is a little funny, because I think: where did this actually come from?

When I try to connect the dots the first thing that comes to me is G-rev, through the battle between Kai and Brooklyn. I mean, Kai was so f.. injured - aside from the censorship, and in the end he's totally fine, no scars, wow.

Despite being a common logic in anime of this genre, this ended up becoming an HC, so the first thing I thought was that Dranzer had something to do with it:

- I think that bit-beasts in general do this to a greater or lesser extent, and this is not something exclusive to Dranzer, in this case she just has a high healing capacity.

- Some injuries she is not able to heal, whether caused by other specific bit-beasts or from the time he was at the Abbey.

- I have this HC that has an ugly scar between his hip and thigh from the Abbey facilities.

- Minor wounds and scratches usually disappear within a few hours or up to a day. I always think about how funny it sounds for someone to see this firsthand, like some of his teammates. 

- He's probably careless about his own injuries because of this.

- The fact that he heals quickly is closely related to his mental state and his synchrony with Dranzer, obviously he is not capable of doing this if he is too weak.

- The previous idea is also linked to another HC that all bladers with bit-beasts spend a very small amount of energy to maintain their beasts (like a rental lol), but Kai is not known for saving energy when necessary, so sometimes he's not able to heal.

- Dranzer also has a mechanism to "leave" his master if Kai is too fragile, this makes him recover on his own without worrying about her (he hates this btw, but he only has himself to blame for being so reckless).

- While Dranzer is capable of providing healing, Black Dranzer is essentially 'self-destructive', she needs to absorb energy from somewhere, and if she cannot do this through other bit-beasts, she will do so through her own master by default. This would probably also explain why they wouldn't complement each other so easily.

An unrelated extra: I find Kai and Dranzer's relationship extremely interesting and I love playing with the idea that even though he has "lost" Dranzer many times, he will never get used to the feeling. And he'll be anxious and stressed without her, really restless and sensitive. If I were to put emotions into Dranzer about this, she would probably roll her eyes at Kai still being an impatient child.

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Bodyguard!Bryan x Youngmaster!Kai (máfia AU)

My comfy cliché

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That audio "I just murdered your entire family / but I live alone", but it's Bryan x Kai

And a beautiful love story born 🦋

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When the fanfic you want to write receives at least four or five versions and you don't want to let go of any of them, even if they are the same thing...

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I prefer the name Yuriy to Tala, but I absolutely love Boris's western version, Bryan. So it's always a stalemate when I'm writing ,_,

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Bryan and Ian coded

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More than 10, I think. I lost count.

I've been writing a little bit every time I get bored. So I got five to six wips of Kai Hiwatari suffering, because, well, I was bored...

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Wips, HCs and ramblings

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