#Not to be that guy. But. Please stop being yaoi brained for a minute. Please

[teethbomb]

just saw a bad take I need to smash and kill with a rock

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing: November 19th - 25th

Greetings Fandom!

Tons of great stuff for you to check out this week, make sure you leave the creators some love!

AO3 DID act up some this week when I was working on the update, so please don’t hesitate to speak up if something is missing!  I’m more than happy to revise the list, and I promise it wasn’t intentional!

Don’t forget to submit or tag us in all your neat stuff guys!  It really helps compile the update every week!

Keep up the great work!

-Mod CB

Below the cut!

Fanfiction:

(please take note of any warnings within the fics themselves, do not rely on this list as exhaustive)

@amberlyinviolet​, @yourbloodlikewine​

In This Light, Chapter 10

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12386715/chapters/29284572

Duo x OC, Trowa x OC, Solo x OC. AU, child abuse mention, Sexual Assault Mention, homophobic parents, Re-Written Characters, Drug Use, Violence, off screen murder

Duo spent the last semester working in his older brother's coffee shop. He's resigned himself to a boring spring when a stranger appears, shaking up his entire life.Eli left home last fall, choosing to spend the last six months living out of his van on his travels from the Midwest to the East Coast. By the time he arrives at Ink's, the novelty of traveling alone has started to wear off. Still, the last thing he's expecting is to meet someone who's going to change all that for him

@anaranesindanarie​

Magic, Mortals, and Gundam Gods, Chapter 3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12667185/chapters/29141973

Pairings to be decided

Magic, Gods, Poachers, AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe- Gundam Wing, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe- Avatars

In the legends of the Five Gods, it is said that the second God, Deathscythe, was very protective of the other four and would do anything to keep them alive. He would fight entire wars, taking hit after hit until he couldn’t anymore, until he used every drop of magic that he had to keep them safe. He would fade away and the others would follow. Their magic would then find its way to those it deemed worthy and the cycle would start again. And now… The Five Gods have been reborn into a world full of magic and war.

Unnatural November submission

Awareness_bringer

Odin Lowe Junior

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12815355

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, challenge story

The boy who would've been called Heero Yuy is found by OZ. How will he move forward in such an enviroment? You decide. Challenge story.

@chronicwhimsy

Spirits

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12769878

2x5

Unnatural November submission, ghost story, gift fic for @thelaughingstar​

Everyone knows about Duo's ghosts. He collects them. But when he collects them, they feel lighter somehow.Some ghosts stay longer than others.

Darkpanthress

No Other Way

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8219920/1/No-Other-Way

There have been a lot of clichéd stories. This is picking some clichés and just dumping them into a new version of the story. Heero needs an out from a difficult situation with Relena, and the out seems to be a fake engagement!

@duointherain​

Blood on the Brain, Chapter 2

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12756882/chapters/29131014

1x2

It's wartime. Duo and Heero have just gotten together and Heero goes off on a mission that doesn't go well. Relena manages to message Duo, asking him to help Heero. Combat and medical intervention ensue.

Not Quite Single, Chapter 4

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12786444/chapters/29230788

GW x Captain America crossover

1x2, Steve x Bucky, graphic descriptions of violence

It's nearly a hundred years after the wars. Tech has kept all the boys healthy and young. While on a salvage mission, Duo recovers Steve Rogers. James Barnes has been Heero's colleague for over twenty years. There are a lot of misunderstandings. The fork in chapter two made me laugh. :)

@gw-ficrecfriday​

Double or Nothing

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12806889

4xD, old fic, not quite explicit

Games are played to be won, not lost. (Quatre, Dorothy, and...sexy chess?)

Jonginwankenobi

Amour et Boules de Neiges

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12717364/1/Amour-et-Boules-de-Neiges

En vacances dans les Alpes françaises, Heero et sa soeur Kari vont faire une rencontre qu'ils ne seront pas prêts d'oublier. UA publication hebdomadaire

@kangofu-cb

Don’t You Know, Chapter 1

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12821766/chapters/29271852

2x5, background 1x3, fluff, cop drama, FBI agents, angsty backstory but the fic is fluff, AU - Modern Setting

Cop!Duo meets SpecialAgent!Wufei in this fluffy rom-com.

Birthday fic for @chronicwhimsy​

East of Eden, Chapter 5

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12591796/chapters/29188620

2x4x5, background 1x3, Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Fae & Fairies, Vampires, Were-Creatures, Blood and Violence, Sex, Magic, Angst, Death, Canon-Typical Violence

Wufei needs help to save his clan from a mysterious enemy. He leaves, looking for help from a near-mythical figure: The God of Death. He may, however, get more than he bargained for...

Lil1337

Gundam Wing Month 2017, Chapter 25

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12599464/chapters/29279403

Multiple pairings and settings - please note chapter headings for specific relationships and tags

A collection of drabbles and short fics posted one a day for the month of November in celebration of Gundam Wing Month.

LittleMouse

Warcraft, Chapter 5

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12429339/chapters/29254980

AU, fantasy

Alternate Fantasy World - A world where people have ‘Talents’ that allow them to control certain elements. Different Talents can ‘Join’ to become a specific entity - some can heal, some can repair damage to land and buildings, some are weapons. The Talents you ‘Join’ with are called your Others. The perfect Joining is of five separate Talents. One lonely Fire Talent far to the North has given up waiting for his Others - good thing they haven’t stopped looking for him.

What Dreams May Come, Chapter 2

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12772926/chapters/29254422

2x5, 1x3x4, flashback, non-con touching, violence, threesome

This is a sequel to ‘Perchance to Dream’, and I suggest reading it first. Otherwise, some things won’t make sense. Wufei and Duo are dealing with the effects of their last mission together, the oddity of a new relationship, and the threat that the war will separate them any minute.

Maldoror_Chant

Freeport, Chapter 11

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12654255/chapters/29222340

2x5. long ass fic ahoy, socio-politics, with violence and hot guys, Blood and Violence, no EW, Slow Burn, Case Fic

Freeport colony: a notorious den of pirates, smugglers and thieves. Wufei persuades one of its denizens, his one-time ally Duo, to help him catch a killer hiding there. Agent Chang thinks he knows what to expect from this case, from Freeport and from Duo Maxwell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The Source of all Things, Chapter 12

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/29139225

3x4, eventual 2x5, eventual 1x2x5. Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technology brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12771627/chapters/29140038

1x2, fluff and humor, post canon, slightly stalkerish Relena, get together

Duo was well placed to know that Heero was a deadly cold hard-ass ex-terrorist with an attitude, so really, how hard could it be to have a girl not fall for the prickly bastard?Answer: Pretty damn difficult, actually.

@noirangetrois​

Of the Sea

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12749670/chapters/29199138

1x2, 4xC, Aro!Trowa, otp, Yaoi, Eventual Smut, fairytale my way, mermaid!au, Meroctopus!Dorothy

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

@remsyk-blog​

Queen’s Pleasure

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12823785

2x5xR, Smut, to the nth degree, Threesome, PWP, NSFW, This relationship tag doesn't exist, Bossy!Relena, Car Sex, Technically Limo

Charity balls have a way of pushing Relena to her limits. Luckily, she has her soldiers to help her unwind, and whatever the Queen wants, the Queen gets.

Signifying_nothing

A Room in Luxembourg

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12788985

OT5

soft, introspective duo, Post Warcoming home, wound mentions, Acid Burns, Scalping, Disabled Character (not sure that really applies but just in case)

Let it never be said that Duo Maxwell did not understand tragedy.  His entire fucking life had been a tragedy, thank you very much: could have been written by the Willy Shakes himself. Boy is an orphan, boy is taken in by a church, boy is brought back to the church several times, boy tries to save church only to have church blown up by The Man, boy becomes vigilante God of Death, et fin.

Sinspiration

Not Just a Vacation, Chapter 6

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11512800/chapters/29262546

5xOC, 1x2, 1x2x5, Threesome - M/M/M, Sexual Assault, that's the OMC part, Slow Burn, the embryonic stages of a relationship, this is being unburied and reposted, Autism Spectrum, Autistic Heero Yuy

Duo and Heero have to go undercover at a private high school to get close to the son of Archie Bravewater, a man who might have major ties to an underground slave-ring the Preventors have been trying to destroy for months.They're expecting Trowa to be their third and back-up reserve. But something comes up in Australia that he can't leave. They get Wufei instead.During the course of the mission the three not only navigate their assignment, but their developing friendships and, eventually, even deeper feelings.

Sunhawk16 (Mod note: YES THIS IS THE INFAMOUS SUNHAWK)

The Last Godchild

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12826722

1x2, 3x4, 5xS

The final part of the GodChild universe. The title, I think says it all. Death fic, but not in a sad way, I don't think. Christmas fic for 2016, originally posted in Livejournal.

Sylvieforaday

They Say it was a Concussion, Chapter 13

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12347688/chapters/29122869

2x6. AU. Surgeon Zechs.  Dancer Duo.

Duo takes a spill and Zechs is just what the doctor ordered.

Moving On, Chapter 5

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12529256/chapters/29185731

2x5. Angst,  Hurt/Comfort, eventual smut, mention of past sexual abuse, past character death

Duo is trying to find his place in his own world without his crutch - Heero Yuy.

TheManwell

May Demons Rest, Chapter 37 and 38 (Now Complete!)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/29218944

2x3, post-canon, bad language, underage drinking, suicidal thoughts

A re-write of my 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps" - To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2.

@vegalume​

Afterthoughts of Discourse, Chapter 9

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4095778/chapters/29229750

1x2, 2xH, 1xOC, Rated for non-graphic adult situations, and language. Please pay attention to the tags and warnings posted. Yaoi, Het, ooc, Angst, Mpreg

After making a terrible mistake, Duo must now search for the one person he loves most, in hopes of gaining forgiveness. But when they are reunited will Duo be too late?

Snippets

@gw-ficrecfriday

https://gw-ficrecfriday.tumblr.com/post/167671703046/oh-hey-i-made-myself-do-something

@lifeaftermeteor

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/167886171231/winner-family-compound-l4-v05001-207-september-15

@softnocturne

https://softnocturne.tumblr.com/post/167678682350/sunday-snippet

@vegalume

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167869352305/snippet-saturday

Fanart

@anaranesindanarie

https://anaranesindanarie.tumblr.com/post/167703171204/for-those-curious-this-is-what-the-boys-currently

Dolldivine renditions of the pilots for her fic Magic, Mortals, and Gundam Gods

@downwarddnaspiral

@http://downwarddnaspiral.tumblr.com/post/167685943381/for-ahsimwithsake-and-laurathia-good-luck

Heero and Quatre, for @ahsimwithsake and @laurathia

@maevemauvaise

http://maevemauvaise.tumblr.com/post/167862882986/chronicwhimsy-a-very-very-happy-birthday-to-you

Duo as a merman for @chronicwhimsy‘s mermaid AU and birthday

@noelleian

http://noelleian.tumblr.com/post/167890294147/because-the-world-needs-more-pilots-drawn-as-cats

The pilots drawn as cats

@sawyer-sweet

https://sawyer-sweet.tumblr.com/post/167779922327/more-gundam-wing-fun-this-time-with-heero-yuy-at

Heero, injured

@sovaz

https://sovaz.tumblr.com/post/167752416995/for-chronicwhimsy-happy-birthday

2x5 Birthday gift art for @chronicwhimsy

@thelaughingstar

http://thelaughingstar.tumblr.com/post/167677965409/wufeis-voice-was-low-and-gentle-as-he-spoke

Fanart for @chronicwhimsy‘s fic Spirits.  2x5. Ghost Meilan

@vegalume​

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167620583265/this-didnt-turn-out-like-i-had-planned-and-no

13x1, vaguely NSFWish

@zer0-system

https://zer0-system.tumblr.com/post/167680438035/a-little-preview-of-what-ive-been-doing-all-this

Heero, injured

Meta/Headcanons

Gundam Wing Podcast featuring @lelola http://lelola.tumblr.com/post/167842591475/so-my-friend-jesse-over-at-the-zannen-canada

Gundam Wing social media accounts by @lifeaftermeteor https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/167681255679/what-did-i-do-instead-of-writing-for

Thoughts on Relena and her adopted father by @lelola  http://lelola.tumblr.com/post/167877077840/im-curious-re-how-relenas-adoptive-father-is

Heero headcanon by @lifeaftermeteor https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/167851094207

Gundam Wing pictures with Invader Zim quotes by @vegalume

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167803721820/gundam-wing-pics-with-invader-zim-quotes-this-is

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167864844340/vegalume-gundam-wing-pics-with-invader-zim-quotes

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167829189530/gundam-wing-pics-with-invader-zim-quotes-set-3

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167855601155/gundam-wing-pics-with-invader-zip-quotes-set-4

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/167876283740/gundam-wing-pics-with-invader-zim-quotes-set-5

Meta on the pilots and close range killing, initiated by @the-indomitable-bhg https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/167819314177/the-indomitable-bhg-gundamwing-ellesmith

Meta on the pilots and drinking, initiated by @fadedsepiascribbles https://fadedsepiascribbles.tumblr.com/post/167815528842/okay-but-ive-never-understood-this-idea-that

Meta on Wufei’s motivations for Endless Waltz, initiated by @lelola https://noirangetrois.tumblr.com/post/167776717587/lelola-wu-fei-is-so-done-with-everyone-he

I honestly don’t know what to even say about this.  Gundams and babies and how Wufei entered the world and some disturbing cakes https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/167761431722/lbro009-helmistress-the-indomitable-bhg

Discussion of canon support for a 1x3 ship, by @cinderellaincombatboots https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/167760960457/cinderellaincombatboots-bro-fist-01-and-03

Headcanon for why Wing Zero has wings by @the-indomitable-bhg https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/167682256482/the-notorious-bhg-wing-zero-appears-endless

Meta/headcanon regarding Wufei’s motivations and thoughts on using mobile suits in war, initiated by @noirangetrois https://gw-ficrecfriday.tumblr.com/post/167702938041/claraxbarton-cosmostar-noirangetrois

Meta/headcanon regarding Duo and Hilde’s relationship and colony life outside of war https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/167685479167/simulacraryn-kangofu-cb-noirangetrois

White Fang as a whole, by @lelola http://lelola.tumblr.com/post/167886567426/in-my-opinion-white-fang-makes-zero-sense-as-a

Thoughts on Ground Zero by @lbro009 https://lbro009.tumblr.com/post/167883479695/ground-zero-manga-ramble

Calendar Events

Unnatural November by @gwblockparty

Ending November 30th

A fanworks celebration of all things weird and supernatural.

Participation information here!

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Posting December 23rd - December 24th.

A fanworks Science Fiction event.

Participation information here!

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Prompts post every Monday, submissions to be posted the following Friday from 3-5pm EST

Fun, open participation

Fics, ficlets, art, anything at all welcome!

Gundam Wing Secret Santa Exchange by @gwsecretsantaexchange

All assignments are out!

Remember to keep your recipient a secret!

Gifts should be posted and tagged December 20th - 24th

If you need to drop out for any reason (life happens!) please let the Secret Santa blog know as soon as possible!

[soradgirl]

C3AFA Jakarta 2017

( this was so hard to work on I swear I have the worst memory)

Oh fun fact this was all actually broadcasted on Nico Nico, both panel and concert! (I think for the panel it was, but I’m definitely sure about the concert)

I came to the anifest for the anime.

Specifically the utaites 😏

There was also f'hana, Suzuki Konomi, May'n, and Usagi, but I’m not too familiar with them lol so I won’t write about them.

Also I’ll be writing about what they said to the audience but my Japanese isn’t… Perfect. I can understand it sometimes, but reading and writing is… Not good. 

S O R R Y.

Also because this was held in Indonesia I’ll be using Indonesian words when they spoke it, but in brackets I’ll put the English. I’ll also recap a few personally funny things that happened to me, specifically with my cousin that I brought along. (She isn’t even in a fandom, and doesn’t even know what utaites are)

NOW LET’S GO. (WARNING: LONG POST) 

I could only attend one day (Saturday), because of something I like to call hell school. Which I’m kind of sad about since Kradness is performing the second day and well, he’s the first utaite I’ve ever listened too. I’d go but there’s no way I’d be allowed to miss school Hahah :^)

The anifest exhibition, filled with little booths selling cute drawings, keychains, and a whole lot of Yuri on Ice yaoi. Official (?) booths include: Black Butler, Fate Apocalypse, some others I’m sure, but most were fan-run (?) booths. (I bought a set of Koi Yuri on Ice keychains that were adorable lol)

Of course that’s not what I came for. I came for the anisong concert. Specifically Tomohisa Sako.

The event began at 10:00 am. I arrived at 2:30 and bought the VIP tickets. To my dismay, T-kun had an autograph session at 12:30.

U N L U C K Y 

   To be fair was on the plane. Yes jakarta is not where I live. I live in another city boohoo. Flew out but missed autographs. 

And since I arrived late to purchase the tickets, the closest seats were row N. But at least had wasn’t in the standing area hahahahah. (Those who stood for three hours at the very back sorrymasen.) 

There was about five hours until concert doors opened. What can you do for five hours?? 

I took a look at the schedule. 

Wait. What’s this?

At 3:30 pm the beginning of nico nico panel!!? (Mind you I didn’t know this was happening.) I only came for the concert. This was great, I had some way to spend the time while waiting for the concert doors to open. 

 But who was performing? Was it anyone I knew? YES IT WAS. 

 Natsushiro Takaaki, Eve, and CleaNero (Clear and Nero.)

 L U C K Y. 

 I was so excited I stood in front of the small open stage thirty minutes early. Also because I wanted to be at the front. Then it happened. It begun. The crowd started to thicken. 

Anytime nico nico was mentioned me and a few other girls screamed like mad. 

(No pictures cause obviously they’re forbidden)

 I think the only downside of this short panel was that the time between each performance was really long XD. We had to wait around half an hour more or less for the next performer to come up. But they did provide entertainment in the middle of that wait.  

 Usagi was the first performer. She sang a song that I know the melody of but not the words or the title. (Shazam didn’t help either)

After her was my dear dear dearest Ikemennnnnnnnnnnn NATSUSHIRO TAKAAKI. He looked so good and ugh it was just amazing like how can someone be so cool lol. He came up on stage and pulled out a piece of paper. (a recurring theme.) 

“Selamat siang! (Good afternoon)” he said. Or tried to say, but he was cute for trying. “Nama saya Takaaki Natsushiro. (My name is Takaaki Natsushiro.)” he struggled to say it but we were patient. I was grinning so hard because him trying was so adorable. (”Ganbatte!” the crowd shouted in encouragement) 

Then he proceeded to speak in Japanese. “Do you understand Japanese?” he asked first. 

“We do!” the crowd, and me, answered. His smile grew like a little puppy as he complimented us it was amazing. (and adorable, they all were so dorky aa)

Okay here is where I apologize. I don’t remember any of the songs he sang. I KNOW I’M TERRIBLE BUT SERIOUSLY MY MIND BLANKED OUT. (I kept staring at his face I guess lol that’s not a valid excuse.) 

I think. THINK. He sang:  世界の真ん中を歩く(sekai no mannaka wo aruku)

BUT He was so enthusiastic as well, always getting the crowd to shout with the song, or clap our hands. (My cousin’s comment: How can he sing so perfectly while jumping?) ALSO DID I MENTION HOW STYLISH HIS OUTFIT WAS? HE WAS WEARING WHITE CLOTHES AND IT WAS WAS WAS COOLLLL.

He seriously looks like the drawings of him. Like with long white coat-thing with black underneath. And of course, a smile all the time. SO CUTE AGHHH

If anyone who was there knows any of the songs he sang please tell me ww I need help. 

Fun fact: during the performance I was looking at him then in the far corner I saw a guy wearing a mask. I stared for three seconds before almost, ALMOST shouting, “EVE.” 

Eve was watching the performance from a door to backstage it was so cute ww. 

A N D  

Eve was also the next performance. There was this one girl who seriously loved him, she kept shouting ‘kakkoi or kawaii’ when he came on stage ww and throughout the performance. So since no photos are allowed I have their faces branded into my brain haha. Okay but. Eve looks exactly like his avatar. Like the hair, the body shape, etc. I was gushing over it for the entire performance. He was wearing this blue patterned shirt with a floral jacket-thing over it, I think the pants matched the jacket. Why are Japanese people so stylish??? 

Now the performance. Not in correct order but he sang: 

ユニバース (Universe)

スパークル(Sparkle from Your Name/Kimi no Nawa.)

惑星ループ (Wakusei Loop)

Now this cute boy also pulled out that fated paper. He stared at it sometime, trying to pronounce the first few syllables. 

“Se- Sela? se se... (G- Goo? G-Good...)” he kept trying, eventually people starting shouting in encouragement but he held his hand out like ‘please be quiet I must focus.’ 

He then said it properly (well kind of). “Selamat siang! (Good afternoon)” When we cheered in response he looked so relieved that he had done it w. After that he sang another song. The poor boy was starting to get sweaty, and when he ended the song we could see he was really out of breath. To play it off adorably he panted into the microphone. “Haah haah, it’s hot...” he said (In japanese). (Cue squeals, it was so adorable.) And then he asked for a towel. 

While waiting for the towel he decided to speak a little to us, albeit in Japanese. He said, “before I came on stage I was really nervous!” (That’s what I think he sort of said. Could be wrong)  We all aww-ed and someone yelled (in Japanese) for him not to be nervous, which he obviously in turn replied with a thank you. 

I felt so sorry for my poor sweaty boy, and they didn’t have any towels to give him, so I half-jokingly told my cousin that I wanted to throw him some tissues. (She then kept trying to take my tissues and throw them upstage. I WAS IN THE FRONT ROW I SWEAR HE COULD SEE THIS HAPPENING IT WAS VERYYY EMBARRASSING.)

During Universe he got us to sing along to the ‘woah woah yeah yeah’ parts in the song, and during the instrumental breaks the crowd was shouting like, ‘HEY HEY HEY.” It was really nice. 

Wakusei Loop started playing and I screamed because I love that song. Immediately the crowd goes ‘ tuttururuttu ruttutturu’ along with the song. And some rhythmic clapping during choruses/ instrumentals.

When he left the stage I got so sad jeez. But i remembered that there was still CLEANERO.

I mean, there was two of them! Both, one package. Win win right? 

And they ran up on stage, instead of having that little paper scene, they went straight into the first song. 

The songs they sang (that I remember) are: 

Butterfly

Cotton Candy Cloud

That One Song That Goes ‘Lalalalala’ And They Got The Crowd to Sing With Them. (Aka idk)

And I’m sure there were more but I forgot song

But the thing about Clear and Nero is: THEIR HARMONIES. They are so beautiful i felt like shedding a tear seriously. It was like the heavenly voices came down to bless me on that anime day. 

But these two knew how to interact with fans more while performing. Although Nero more than Clear. They always stood on the front and one time Nero pointed at at an audience member while singing. 

But after two songs they took a break, and the paper came out. Clear was cackling while Nero tried to pronounce the words. He did so pretty well actually. 

“Selamat siang (good afternoon) Jakarta!” he yelled, which in reply we cheered, but then he handed the paper to Clear, who stopped laughing as soon as he realized what he had to do. 

Clear said the exact same thing as Nero, but with stuttering and a heavy accent.You could tell he was really embarrassed, especially when some of us giggled. Luckily MOST of us were very encouraging and cheered for him instead.

After they were done I headed to the main stage where the concert was being held. 

That’s when I entered and realized, “Oh no it started already?!?” 

I swear they began early. So we headed to out seats and May’n was performing. While she was singing my cousin pointed to the poster-thing, where the performers were lined up in this order from bottom to top:

Tomohisa Sako

May’n

Konomi Suzuki

f’hana

She told me that if it was in the order of the pictures then that would mean that T-kun already performed. CUE PANIC. I tried to stay calm and enjoy the show but my mind was going a quadrillion miles per hour thinking of what would be of my life if I had indeed missed Tomohisa perform. 

May’n finished and left the stage and I sat down while waiting for the next performer to come up. We were sitting there staring at the screen playing advertisements when it flashed and in very loud volume it played:

COMING UP NEXT: TOMOHISA SAKO

I SCREAMED SO LOUDLY AND TEARED UP. SERIOUSLY. MY HEART EXPLODED AND I JUST FELT LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAA IT WAS PURE BLISS HOLY CRAP. 

T-kun ran onto stage, and the girls were deafening. I tried to calm myself but how could I?!?! HOW COULD I?!?

T-kun sang many songs, but instead of listing them I’ll go through them. 

(Although maybe not in correct order.)

So he sang Renai Saiban (Love Trial) and it reminded me of the little medley he did with Amatan and I was singing along like a little bird that doesn’t really know all the lyrics ww. 

He sang Mezase Pokemon Master and mad us shout that pikachu part LIKE FIVE TIMES. HE EVEN CALLED OUT SOMEONE. “Ahh... You only! You only, okay?” he said in english. It was cute and I was SO JEALOUS OF THAT PERSON. 

He sang Get a Ban Ban and I THINK I JUMPED ALL MY FAT AWAY WHILE SINGING WITH HIM BECAUSE I WAS SO ENERGETIC. 

Sugar Song and Bitter Step. At the beginning he trailed off one of the lyrics and twirled his finger at the audience... Thinking about it still makes my heart beat aa it was wonderful. 

He sang Floria and I felt a little nostalgic since I haven’t listened to that song in awhile it was so nice. T-kun really is cute and sweet...

And he sang Blue Bird!! I SWEAR THE CROWD WAS THE MOST ENERGETIC FOR THIS SONG, I SWUNG MY LIGHTSTICK AROUND UNTIL I FELT LIKE MY ARM WAS GOING TO FALL OFF. 

Some other things that happened. 

Him trying so hard to speak in Indonesian. While he was trying someone in the crowd yelled, “ T-kun daisuki!” and he was startled and replied, “a~a~ arigato!” 

He told us, “Saya makan nasi goreng. Enak sekali. (I ate fried rice. It was really good.)” 

Then he asked us what foods we liked, and my cousin shouted, “INDOMIE!” (Instant noodles ww) I swear the people by us were cracking up. 

Seriously my boy was so pure and I had so much fun I just felt so blessed the entire time ww. 

IKEMEN BOYSSSS <3 

I want to follow them forever! 

(I want to translate the footage of T-kun’s performance but I must brush up on my Japanese ww. I can do the Indonesian. Hopefully I can though.)

C3 ANIFEST WAS AMAZING I MISS THEM SO MUCH. I WANT TO WATCH MORE OF MY UTAITE BABIES I HOPE THEY CONTINUE COMING TO INDONESIA!! 

[weirdgrammar]

mornings

Series: simple expedient of… (2nd work, one-shot)

Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki-sensei.

Pairing: KiKasa

Summary:- And really, Kise's willing to be a morning person for the rest of his life if he gets to see Kasamatsu being pliant like this.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: Yaoi, sex, LDR

Link: AO3

Kise always thought Kasamatsu Yukio would be a morning person.

It stood to reason, didn't it—the ridiculously well-planned training regime back at Kaijou High. The bizarre efficiency. The punctuality. He's gotta get up at the crack of freaking dawn, Kise thought, back at Kaijou High when he didn't know better, when Kasamatsu was just his captain and nothing more, he could rule the world before teatime if Akashicchi allowed him.

The reality is considerably less glamorous.

"Loud," Kasamatsu slurs into Kise's shoulder, sleep thick in his voice.

Kise grins at the ceiling and runs his hand lightly, teasingly, down Kasamatsu's spine. He asks even though it's obvious what his senpai talked about, "Sorry?"

"Alarm clock," Kasamatsu says, burying his face further. His dark, short hair is tickling the underside of Kise's chin. There's a red mark on the side of his cheek from where he passed out on Kise's hand the night before. If Kise wasn't entirely certain Kasamatsu would kick him for it once he regained his bearings, Kise would say adorable. Kasamatsu huffs out, "Kill it. Smash it. Too loud."

"You won't feel so homicidal after a coffee, senpai," Kise murmurs.

"No," Kasamatsu whines—definitely whines, Kise grins wider at the sound of that coming from his supposedly fierce senpai.

"I'd love to let you sleep longer, senpai," Kise replies, shifting so they end up on their sides, him facing Kasamatsu to pepper some kisses on his face. Kasamatsu makes some protest sound but doesn't turn away from them. Nor does he open his eyes. And really, Kise's willing to be a morning person for the rest of his life if he gets to see Kasamatsu being pliant like this. "But I have to remind you that you have a meeting—"

"I know. Just—urgh."

"Alright, alright," Kise agrees. He turns off the alarm, pulls the thin blanket up to Kasamatsu's shoulder, and rubs an irregular pattern on a patch of skin just below Kasamatsu's ear until Kasamatsu's asleep again. Then Kise extricates himself and makes a pot of coffee (Kise doesn't drink much coffee unless it's Starbucks', but Kasamatsu isn't a human until his second mug), smoking a cigarette while he's at it.

Kasamatsu wakes up twenty-seven minutes later, all bleary and mumbling and having a few close calls of planting his face on the floor due to the blanket tangled around his legs on his way to the kitchen if it wasn't because of Kise, and Kise wants to capture this peaceful moment in a photo before it gets shattered by Kasamatsu's piercing roar once his brain is fully online, aided by three mugs of coffee, screaming, you fucking idiot, Kise! I'm fucking late already, and Kasamatsu storms to the bathroom.

It's worth it, nonetheless, for the way Kasamatsu's brows twitch in annoyance when Kise slips a toasted bread between Kasamatsu's lips, for the way Kasamatsu pauses in his frantic rush to allow Kise a goodbye kiss.

.

There're times where Kise hates his job. Rarely, because he likes traveling and being a pilot, an international one at that, provides him with a lot of opportunities of seeing new places across the borders. But the flashes of Kasamatsu's sleepy huffs, smiles, and kisses often give him a second thought.

Knowing Kasamatsu, though, he'd say it's pathetic for giving up his dream job for someone else, so Kise doesn't tell him this—the wish that he's sworn to bring it to his grave even if the months of being away from Kasamatsu is getting on his nerves.

The loneliness is diluted by occasional texts and calls. Kasamatsu doesn't like texting if his one-sentence replies are anything to go by. The longest texts Kise's ever received from him are usually murder threats for spamming his inbox—the length of the text measures the degree of Kasamatsu's fury. It helps Kise a lot.

Not that Kise minds much about his lack of texting. Plus, Kise's favorite is morning calls where he gets to listen to Kasamatsu mumble about not leaving the bed in his sleepy voice and if his sleep-addled brain is failing Kasamatsu, Kise gets a chance to aid him through his sleepy haze to go about his morning routine until coffee.

"C'mon, senpai, it's time to wake up," Kise says into the phone, eyes glancing over his shoulder at the clock on the bedside table. It's 2:10 AM in LA, which means it is 7:10 AM in Tokyo. He has only thirty minutes left to talk to Kasamatsu into getting out of the bed so he has enough time to get ready for work.

"Noo…"

Kise can imagine Kasamatsu all curled up under the blanket like a baby, the phone sandwiched between his ear and the pillow as his face is contorted up in a grimace and eyes clench shut. Stubborn, Kise smiles fondly at the imagination, fingers curling around the cigarette, tight. "Senpai, you need to get up now or you'll be late. You don't want to be late, do you?"

"Noo…"

"Then, get your ass out of the bed."

"Noo…"

"Make up your mind, senpai."

"Noo…" and it trails off to silence. Kise's almost convinced Kasamatsu's drifted off already if it wasn't because of Kasamatsu's sudden statement, "The bed's cold."

Kise knows what that really means even if he can't believe Kasamatsu's said it—Kasamatsu doesn't talk about his emotions much, too rational for that shit, he suspects, and now that it happened, Kise can't help but smile at the balcony floor so hard his face hurts and clears his throat.

"It's the blanket, I think, too thin," Kise says, "You need a new one."

"You buy."

"Demanding, aren't we?" Kise laughs around the cigarette between his lips. "Hayama-san asked me to accompany him to the flea market tomorrow. Maybe I'll find you a good blanket."

"'Hayama-san'?"

"Hayama Koutarou, the toothy guy from Rakuzan, remember? I'm his co-pilot," he offers, his mind going to the blonde who's playing games with their other colleagues in the living room. No doubt it'll take them another two hours before they retreat to sleep. The job has fucked with their biological clock worse than they'd have liked.

"Uh, Rakuzan? Toothy, who—no, urgh, thinking, difficult. Stupid mornin'," and then Kasamatsu yawns, "Good night, Kise."

"Wait, senpai! It's not 'good night', it's 'good morning'—hello, senpai? No, no, don't get back to sleep, wake up, senpai. Senpai? SENPAI—"

.

It isn't until a couple of months after the phone call, in the middle of a spring night, Kise finally returns from the job. Instead of going to his parents' home in Kanagawa, Kise decides to crash at Kasamatsu's place since he has the spare key, and he's never wanted anything so much as to take off his annoying uniform and fuck Kasamatsu's brains out.

As expected, he finds Kasamatsu asleep on the bed. The laptop is still running on the bed, illuminating Kasamatsu's peaceful face with its dimmed light. Some documents are scattered on the floor, some on the end of the bed. Upon a closer inspection, Kise can see heavy circles under Kasamatsu's eyes, and a patch of wetness on the sheet, indicating that either he didn't bother to dry his hair off or simply fell asleep while working on the documents.

Kise'd suspected from the way he'd sounded on the phone that he'd been busier than expected, but he didn't realize they'd run him this ragged.

He stares. For all it is mildly worrisome it's endearing too like he stumbled upon the rarest chance of finding his fierce senpai, the most capable and responsible captain he's seen, who can handle a team of crazy people, in his most vulnerable state. Kise has the brief urge to take a photo, and since he's no saint, he does just that.

Then he proceeds to put his suitcase down, closes the laptop and places on the study table, works his way through the dark room to clean it, not too much because he's exhausted but enough to spare himself from Kasamatsu's grumpy mood in the morning later. After changing his clothes, Kise paws through his suitcase for the new blanket he bought in LA; it's expensive but its thickness is suitable for any season, and it's soft against his skin, so Kise thinks it's a good investment. And the color matches Kasamatsu's eyes perfectly—the main reason why Kise chose it in the first place.

When Kise shifts him around, Kasamatsu stirs a little, eyelids fluttering, and Kise can't help himself. Kise kisses him firmly, working their mouths together, putting a hand on the back of his neck to steady him.

Kasamatsu hums into his mouth, a pleased, half-awake kind of noise. "Kise?" he asks sleepily the moment Kise pulls away to get at his throat.

"Hi," Kise mouths against his neck, feeling Kasamatsu wake up underneath him in languid increments. "I missed you, senpai."

"Uh huh," and there's no further word from Kasamatsu as he's urged Kise to press their lips together. Kasamatsu's hands are on his back now, pulling at his shirt, and he's moved his head for a better angle, and the noises he's making are fewer hums and more desperate moans.

They've been away from each other for months, far too long Kise almost forgets the taste of Kasamatsu's kisses, the harsh pulls of Kasamatsu's grip on his back, and now he's tasting them again, feeling them again; delicious, wonderful and just Kasamatsu, and he needs more and more and more—

Except that he can sense exhaustion slowing down Kasamatsu's movements, and he cares Kasamatsu too much to let Kasamatsu forsake his rest for him. So he pulls away with an ounce of reluctance and regret, and tells him, "Sleep, senpai."

"I haven't seen you in fucking months," Kasamatsu hisses, "Don't you dare stop, I will—"

Kise silences him with a kiss on the lips, and then on the forehead. "In the morning, I promise."

"No—"

"You're tired, senpai," Kise comments, already rolling over to the back of Kasamatsu, pressing him flushed against his chest. He picks up the new blanket, left forgotten at the foot of the bed, with his toes and throws it over them. Kasamatsu probably hasn't realized the difference, brain clouded by drowsiness.

"I'm fine, asshole," Kasamatsu says but it lacks venom, robbed by a yawn. "Well, fine. In the morning."

Kise hums in agreement. He cherishes the solid plane of Kasamatsu's body and his steady breathing against his palm as Kasamatsu's sleeping. Then, he joins him.

.

In the morning, Kise actually keeps his words by sliding two lubed fingers into Kasamatsu and fucking him slowly with them, enjoying the sounds he draws out. He crooks them slightly and Kasamatsu's whole body spasms, going tight.

"Good?" he asks, just to be sure.

Kasamatsu nods, unable to answer. Whether it's because of his brain fails to function due to sleep or pleasure, Kise doesn't know—doesn't care, either, since he can't afford to be distracted when he has Kasamatsu like this in his arms; beautiful and delicious. He presses a third finger in, adjusting until Kasamatsu keens again. He keeps fucking him like that until Kasamatsu's trashing at the feel of it.

"Kise, Kise, Kise," Kasamatsu says his name like a prayer, tilting his head up to give Kise more access on his throat, hands all over Kise's body, as if he doesn't get enough of him, and his breath hitches the moment Kise's fingers brush over that bundle of nerves.

Kise pulls his fingers free, all slow and careful, going for a slow making love, but Kasamatsu has a different idea. He growls, yanking Kise down for a bruising kiss, and hisses, "Fucking months, asshole. Just get on with it."

And really, he needs not to be told twice, and he's already ripping the condom open with his teeth and rolling it on. Kise smirks at the annoyed look on Kasamatsu's face that says he's considering kicking him if he doesn't move faster, and wipes the look off with a kiss and a single thrust.

Like Kasamatsu claimed, it's been fucking months, and Kasamatsu's so tight around him it almost hurts. Kise nuzzles into his neck, planting kisses there and down Kasamatsu's collarbone, up to his jaw, to his ear, in hopes of relaxing him. "I missed you, senpai. So much."

"Shut up, Kise."

He feels the momentary tensing of Kasamatsu's body, knows the effect his words have. Kise drives down harder into him, enjoying the way Kasamatsu's hands scrabble at his back, enjoying the desperate litany that's escaping Kasamatsu's lips.

His eyes are squeezed shut, but Kise can see the wetness in those lashes, how those words can bring him to tears when Kasamatsu's tried so hard to appear strong to everyone else. It's no secret to him that behind that strong façade, Kasamatsu's no different—he's as sensitive as everyone else, if not more, but good at hiding it.

"Please open your eyes, senpai," he says, driving faster into him. There're times like this that he feels most right in what he's doing, knowing how he can make Kasamatsu feel.

Kasamatsu shakes his head, ever so slightly, still lost in the haze of pleasure, and Kise pleads, "Please, senpai."

His fingers are bruising Kise as they dig into his back. The way Kasamatsu loses control in this and nothing else has Kise cherishing the fact that he can see him in these moments, so beautiful, so much softer without his scowl to push the world away.

"Ki—Kise," Kasamatsu tries to reprimand but it's not convincing in its attempt at menace. His eyes finally flutter open, revealing such a beautiful color; stormy blue, just like the new blanket that Kasamatsu's been clutching without realizing, and Kise holds his gaze, hips shifting, fucking him in a way that's too tender but never fails to make Kasamatsu lose his breath.

A little noise escapes Kasamatsu, signaling him that he's very close. Without preamble, Kise hooks one of Kasamatsu's legs over his shoulder and allows himself to get lost in the feeling of Kasamatsu around him, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Kasamatsu turns his head to the side, brings up the blanket to bite down on, to silence himself as Kise finally fucks him harder, jerking him off as he does.

Kasamatsu comes first, and it's the sight of him throwing his head back, mouth opening in a soundless howl that does Kise in. He puts his head down against Kasamatsu's shoulder, drinking that feeling of Kasamatsu clenching and unclenching around him, and tips over the edge just a second later.

"I missed you," he says again, afterward, kissing him, sweet and lingering. Kasamatsu glares at him when Kise releases him, but he doesn't protest, only groaning as Kise pulls out to clean them up before he's nudged around and draped more comfortably against Kise.

"Me too," Kasamatsu finally admits, after so long the previous statement could've almost been forgotten.

It brings Kise's head up out of pure surprise, but Kasamatsu's already snoring away, eyes closed. Kise blinks once, and then twice when confusion remains lingering in his mind and lets it slide in favor of catching some sleep.

Kasamatsu wakes up later than him—it's almost afternoon, and Kise's done preparing their lunch, then only Kasamatsu shows up in the kitchen with the new blanket wrapped around him, bleary-eyed and childish-like, asking for coffee.

It should be annoying but eh, Kise doesn't mind at all. It's weekend, anyway.

.

Relationships are difficult regardless of the type. Coupled with the constant demand of being away from each other and their unspoken fear of labeling their relationship, it makes everything even more difficult.

In truth, Kise doesn't have any problem when Kasamatsu decides to keep everything in the dark. The same-sex relationship remains frowned upon in their society, and Kasamatsu isn't very fond of public affection, anyway. So it's justified.

As for Kise, well, despite his boisterous and flamboyant personality, he doesn't kiss and tell.

But waking Kasamatsu up is his duty, and there are moments where he's so far away from Kasamatsu, even far from his phone to perform his duty. When this happens, Kise delegates although he knows well Kasamatsu isn't going to like it.

Kise's watching as Hayama browses through a selection of colorful fabrics when he receives a text from Kasamatsu.

I'll end you. I'll fucking end you and no one will find your body, you got that? No fucking one – Kasamatsu

Kise grins at the text and decides to call him instead. He gestures at Hayama and steps out of the shop. Kasamatsu answers in two rings with a murder threat, "You hear me, Kise? I'll fucking end you," in a lieu of greeting.

"Hello to you too, senpai," Kise replies, fighting down a ridiculous sort of smile.

"Don't 'hello' me like that," Kasamatsu snaps, "You—little twat, I swear I'm going to end you for this—you asked Moriyama to give me a wake-up call!"

"Oh, that," he says, his mind rewinding to the ridiculous favor he asked of his senpai before the flight. Kise's gotten his number from Momoi—having her number is a must, she's central of intelligence after all. No information escapes her, Moriyama's current number included.

"That's all you've gotta say?" Kasamatsu's voice raises to another octave, or perhaps a few octaves, so high that Kise almost can hear his veins snapping. "Did you know how embarrassing it was? Moriyama isn't going to live it down as long as he breathes."

An imagination of a sleepy Kasamatsu having a conversation with Moriyama floats over his mind. Kise laughs at that, "Senpai, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It was just Moriyama-senpai."

"You know it wasn't just Moriyama! We—I haven't contacted Moriyama since university and our first conversation was—fucking hell. Kise, I'm going to kick your ass so hard until you can't walk, then I'm going to kill you slowly until you beg for it and bury your body where no one can find it. Ever."

Kise hasn't realized that he's been missing him until an oddly warm feeling fills him after hearing a murder threat from Kasamatsu. It's just… so Kasamatsu. His grin grows fonder. "Feeling homicidal, aren't we? Have you had your coffee today?"

"Fuck you," Kasamatsu says, and then sighs, "It's already evening here."

"Have anything on your mind for your dinner later?" Kise asks.

"Nope. Too busy to give it a thought."

"Senpai," he whines, disapprovingly. Kise glances at his wristwatch—10.54 AM in Istanbul is 4.54 PM in Tokyo, it's time for clocking off. "Are you even planning to go home anytime sooner?"

"Yes—no, I don't know if I could. Too many things need to be done."

"Look, senpai, you're a great worker, you really are. But you're a human, too. You need some rest."

"Does it matter if I get home early anyway? There's no one at home."

Kise checks his sigh—one step forward, two steps back. Another difficulty in their unlabeled relationship. "How about this, senpai, you can stay another hour to finish whatever you can finish today. And then you go home, take a long bath and make yourself a simple meal. So, at nine, we can have a dinner-Skype together. Does it sound like a plan?"

At first, Kasamatsu's silent. And then he chuckles, "Who died and made you king?"

But then he doesn't disagree, so Kise calls it a victory. When Hayama emerges at his side after the call ended, the blonde asks with a teasing, toothy smile, "That special one?"

Kise doesn't answer. Instead, he shoots back, looking pointedly at the paper bag Hayama brought out of the shop, "For that special one?"

Hayama smirks back.

.

Like most couples (even if they never talk about it), they have stupid fights too. Kise has a tendency to leave wet towels on the floor, which drives Kasamatsu crazy, and Kasamatsu can't for the life of him buy the proper amount of food at the grocery store. Sometimes they fight about what to watch on TV or about Kasamatsu's tendency to stay late at the office, or worse, questioning the amount of time they get to spend together.

The last one is a sensitive topic, prone to erupting into big ones that even Kasamatsu's irritable half-awake grumblings become more annoying than cute. And this one is particularly bad, starts as an irritable complaint from Kasamatsu because Kise delegated his morning duty to Kuroko instead, mutates into a screaming match over the line.

"He's just Kurokocchi, not a stranger! We played against him in the Winter Cup," Kise screams, no longer caring if his voice draws his housemates' attention. He can scream as loud as he wants, for all he cares—America is a fucking free country.

"Yes, we played against him, and that's all to it!" Kasamatsu yells back. "I don't know him."

"He's a friend!"

"He's your friend, not mine," Kasamatsu snaps back, "And I don't like hearing that my private life and quirks are announced all over the world."

"I didn't know we have to register your exclusive friendship club to be your friends," Kise sneers, in a tone that he'd regret later. Had he known better, he would've stopped talking right away, but rage has blinded him, so it's so easy for him to say a number of hurtful things to Kasamatsu, "Perhaps that's why you're acting so cold and strict to other people—to keep your friendship club exclusive. Fuck, maybe you enjoy being alone after all. Say, senpai, have you ever thought about going back to be a lone wolf again? Because frankly, I think that lonely life suits you just fucking fine!"

There's a pregnant pause, so eerily silent that Kise thinks Kasamatsu's hung up on him. Just before Kise can articulate a word, Kasamatsu says, "I see," before he clicks the line dead.

For a moment, Kise stares at his phone. Kasamatsu didn't yell at him—it wasn't even a murder threat, just a simple sentence but it was said in a hauntingly calm tone like there are unspoken words hanging in the air, and it cuts Kise deeper than anything else.

Is he being cruel for wishing that his words cut Kasamatsu just as deep, if not deeper?

.

For the next three and a half weeks, Kise lives a miserable life. After the fight, Kise is blessed with a new epiphany that his life has been revolving around Kasamatsu without realizing it. His texts, calls, even emails—most of them were directed to Kasamatsu. The number of texts to Kasamatsu has surpassed even to the Kiseki combined. He doesn't know who to talk to, or who to share with when he finds something interesting.

It's like, without Kasamatsu, his world is empty.

And the fact that he's now in Paris—the city of love, of all places, swarmed by couples, makes the ache in his chest more prominent than ever. Kise wonders if a brokenhearted man can be considered as insane so he gets a free pass to kill every happy couple he sees.

Frustrated, he resolves to alcohol to mend his broken heart. The pub is quiet and smells of alcohol and woods. The lights are dimmed, just perfect to hide his sorrow look and stay incognito while drinking himself stupid. He doesn't need to care about his alcohol level at the moment since his flight is pushed forward to the next two days.

Though, his wish to stay incognito is flushed into the drain when Hayama breezes through the door, sighing as he catches Kise's miserable look. But Hayama, bless him, doesn't berate him for it. Instead, he takes a seat next to him and orders the similar drink.

"A rough day?" Hayama tries.

"Weeks," Kise corrects and buries his face in his folded arms resting on the counter.

Hayama downs his drink without so much as tasting it first. Then he says, "That's horrible. Have you tried talking to anyone about it?"

"Do I have to?"

"From my awesome observation skill on your oh-not-so handsome face, yes, you do," Hayama points out, jokingly. "LDR isn't easy, you know."

Kise peers at Hayama's face from the corner of his eye. "LDR?"

"Yep, since we travel a lot and get separated from them for months. Hence, long distance relationship," Hayama explains with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"I see, so that's how you dubbed your relationship with Midorimacchi's senpai," Kise smirks, pulling himself straight. At Hayama's quizzical look, he continues, "Midorimacchi might or might not have shared some stories about his senpais, Miyaji-san particularly."

Hayama gives a laugh, "I hope it's all good stuff."

Kise sucks a skeptical breath between his teeth, just to mess with him. "I'm not sure. All I remember is Midorimacchi's complaint about how his senpai is feeling miserable with his love life."

"That's Miyaji-san for you," Hayama says, dragging the heel of his palm to rub at his forehead but the fond, toothy grin on his face tells considerably more.

"You're happy with him," Kise comments before he can stop himself.

It brings Hayama's gaze to meet his before he looks down at his drink, considering his words. "Happy? Well, Miyaji-san isn't an easy person to deal with, irritating even. Always talks harshly, and is strict with others, even more so towards himself. Sometimes I suspect him abusing his senpai card out of spite, and really, he's annoying as fuck."

Kise lets out a laugh, realizing that Miyaji bears quite uncanny similarities to Kasamatsu. "Maybe it's a senpai thing, or a habit they picked up from Team Strky since they both were on that team."

"Yeah, now you mentioned it," Hayama suddenly erupted like he's offended by the idea. "I bet it's a Strky thing—throwing commands around and threatening to hurt people when things don't go their way. I think they were dictators in their past lives. Too hot-headed!"

"True, true, true," Kise's quick to add more fuel, "Ever suffered Miyaji-san's punishment?"

"Are you kidding me, I developed an ananaphobia because of him!"

Kise blinks. "Anna—anana, what?"

"Ananaphobia—fear of pineapples," Hayama answers, proudly, with a toothy smile and all. As if he just answered a one-million dollar question correct.

It can't be helped—Kise laughs out loud at his goofy expression, so hard his stomach hurts and draws some attention from the customers in the pub. He almost loses his balance on the stool and could've toppled over if Hayama wasn't there to catch him.

When his laughter gradually dies away, Hayama asks, "Feel better, no?"

Then only Kise takes notices of his body—the lack of tension in his muscles, the disappearance of the sinking feeling in his gut that's been nestled there for days. Kise smiles gratefully, "Yeah, thanks."

"Good," Hayama mumbles, giving an encouraging slap on Kise's back. He gets up from the stool and places some notes on the counter for his drink. "I'd love to stay longer, but I've gotta give Miyaji-san a call after badmouthing him. Call me insane, but that guy can sense someone talking bad about him miles away."

"That's scary. I feel bad for you, Hayama-san." Then he asks, curious, "You're happy, though?"

"He's annoying," Hayama grins a mile wide, "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hayama takes his leave after that, and Kise stays another hour although he's stopped ordering drinks after the third glass. The streets are devoid of people at night, and Kise's grateful for the privacy.

Paris is undoubtedly beautiful at night, perhaps even more so as it's blanketed with blackish heavens and glowed by the bright lights from the street lamps. Mellowed by the warm atmosphere created by love stories and couples, the city is spectacular, and Kise wants to share this memory with—wants to create a memory with—

A sob slips past his lips.

He just wants to go back to Kasamatsu's side.

.

No matter how much time he's invested on praying, life simply doesn't go his way. It's only two weeks later that Kise has the chance to go home, to tell Kasamatsu he's regretting everything he said, to tell him how much he missed him. He could've done it over the phone, but life has taught him nothing pretty comes out of it, if not worse.

Phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, dialing to find out Kasamatsu's current whereabouts, Kise raises his hand to hail a taxi. Instead of Kasamatsu's gruff voice, he's greeted with a different voice, "Kise?"

Kise slowly lowers his hand, confused, "Moriyama-senpai? Why're you answering Kasamatsu-senpai's phone?"

"He's in the emergency room. Been an accident, Kasamatsu's getting treated—"

Panic sinks deep, and horrible images flash across his mind. The horrifying thought of Kasamatsu laying in the bed, all pale and hooked up to the machines, prompts Kise to spring into action. He demands Moriyama to tell him the address and steals a taxi from a girl, saying 'emergency, hospital', not really caring about the irritated look on the girl's face.

The whole journey is nerve-wracking. Kise's stupid brain refuses to stop playing the worst case scenarios could happen to Kasamatsu. He stares at the phone in hopes of shoving those thoughts away. He wanted to shoot more questions, but Moriyama's presence was requested so he had to hang up.

As soon as the taxi driver drops him off in front of the lobby, Kise wastes no time to sprint inside. Fortunately, Moriyama's done paying at the counter and catches sight of him and smiles, "Hey, Kise."

Kise rushes over, hands clasping Moriyama's shoulders tightly, barely registering the confused look that's passing over Moriyama's face as his panic thoughts have advanced faster than his rational ones. Words pour out of his mouth, almost tripping over the letters, "Kasamatsu-senpai, where's he? Is he okay, how bad was it—is he, fuck, is he dying?"

"He's fucking fine and considering to kick you all the way to the sun," a familiar, gruff voice drifts from behind.

Surprise, Kise whirls around. And then he stares, long enough for the panic in his eyes shifting into stunned relief. "Senpai."

And Kasamatsu, still in one piece, without any scratch or broken bones or any evidence of getting into an accident, sighs, "I didn't know you were coming home."

"I didn't—" he breaks off his saying because the regret is thick in his chest. Kise swallows thickly, "What happened, senpai? Moriyama-senpai said there was an accident."

"Silly accident, really," Kasamatsu says, looking away. If Kise didn't know better, he'd have said he's pouting and blushing, and gotten a roundhouse kick for his trouble. Then Kasamatsu presents his bandaged right hand. "Four stitches."

"Six, actually," Moriyama chimes in. "Who knew he was so bad in the morning that he cut himself open. Luckily I was sleeping over at his place or he would've bled to death already."

"It takes more than a stupid injury to kill me, asshole," Kasamatsu growls.

Moriyama winks, "Your not-so-manly shriek could've fooled me."

"Lemon, dammit, it was the stupid lemon."

While they're bickering like old friends they are, Kise takes in the bandaged hand with concentrated attention, hands cradling it like he's going to hurt him if he isn't careful. He's deep in his thoughts before Kasamatsu's voice snaps him out of it, "Kise?"

He meets Kasamatsu's eyes, finding confusion and worry in them, and smiles to abate his worry, "It's nothing. I'm just glad you're fine, senpai."

The scowl returns to Kasamatsu's face, and Kise has the slightest feeling that Kasamatsu's going to kick him, or worse, to bring up the fight, the hurtful words he said to Kasamatsu so he can dump him right in front of Moriyama and these strangers.

But then, all Kasamatsu says is, "Yeah, me too. Let's go home."

A breath catches in Kise's throat. He stares at Kasamatsu before his eyes drop on the sweater Kasamatsu's wearing. It's his favorite sweater, the one Kise loves to wear until its color gets faded over time, and Kasamatsu's wearing it. The longer he stares, the more realization kicks in and it takes Kise everything not to act on instinct, not to pepper Kasamatsu with kisses.

He smiles so wide it hurts and his eyes sting, "Yeah, let's go home, senpai."

.

Moriyama stays another day, just to make fun of Kasamatsu, not forgetting to shoot off an email to Kobori that contains a picture of Kasamatsu getting high on painkillers, while Kise is off duty that week. And if Kise's touching Kasamatsu in more than friendly manners, well, Moriyama's good enough not to mention it.

-fin 2nd work-

[the-froggy-jester]

Chapter 1

She looked around the student flooded entrance of UA high, the school where heroes were formed. There were people all around, but not a single familiar face. She looked up again, taking her time to take in the beautiful view of the high school she was about to enter. The warming sun hit her face, and she read the initials she had seen so often before once again, still not believing her light grey eyes. She wasn't dreaming, it was real; she was about to enter the building, even though she was 3 weeks late, and she was going to get taught how to be a hero by real pros. With a now determined look on her face, she turned her face to the actual doors, and entered the old, huge school. The second she entered, she already loved the sight. She took it all in: the view, the smell, even the atmosphere. She took it in her heart, as if it could be ripped from her at any second, and started moving again after a good minute. The hazelnutbrown haired girl looked for her classroom, and found what she was looking for soon enough: ''CLASS 1-A'', the sign above the door said. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and saw a class full of students her own age, just joking aroud. She imagined all of this to be so different; in the many, many sleepless nights she had, where most of her thoughts revolved around her new school in a whole different coutry, the famous UA high, she imagined how the students would be, and she always came to the same result: top-students, stern, determined to win, serious. But here they were, just joking around, laughing, one was yelling, he had his ashblond hair spiked away from his head, another one was staring at the girls who were giggling and laughing. She took a closer look at the little guy, and quickly noticed the deep purple ball-shaped thigs on his head. not wanting anyone to know she was staring, she looked for a seat, and luckily found one near the widow. It was a lonely little desk that looked like it was moved there on a short notice. She sighed, put her backpack down, took out her notebook and started writing.

The day just started, but this school is already way different from what I expected. There is not a speck of seriousness coming from most of the students, just laughter can be heard, the silent sound of gossip, and nervous shuffling of bags and paper. How much more different from my imagination can it get? Will the teachers be as nice as I thought they'd be? Is there anything like I expect it to be?

The teacher entered, the students went back to their desks, only the sound of moving furniture was breaking the newly earned silence. The teacher with long, black hair cleared his throat, uttered a >>Good morning, class.<<, and sat down.

>>Good morning, Mr. Aizawa!<< the students reply in unision. The teacher who seems to be Mr. Aizawa motions them to sit down, and turns his gaze to Mary, the new girl, the one in the back, sitting at the helplessly placed desk, with a notebook laying open in front of her. >>Alright<<, he raised his voice once again, >>we have a new student, as you might have noticed. Mary, would you come to the front and introduce yourself please?<< Mary obiediently stood up, made her way to the front, positioned herself next to Aizawa, and started talking. >> Hi. I'm Mary, I'm 14 years old, and I come from Germany, which is the reason for my accent and my late appearance. I apologize in advance for any wrong pronounciation, or grammar mistakes. I truly am trying my best to make my English understandable. I was accepted due to recommendation. Thank you for listening.<< And with that, she walked back to her seat. what the class didn't know, after they heard her little speech, was, that Mary had spent hours on end changing and perfecting those few sentences, because she thought the whole class expected her to sound as formal as an important business man. She felt a little awkward, having everyone stare at her like she was crazy for sounding like an adult, but she just contered their confused looks with a smile. Aizawa turned the attention back to him. >>Thank you, Mary. Now, let's starts today's lesson...<<

Mary was only half listening. She was passing her time by examining every student in her class. One stood out. He haid red and white hair, parted neatly in two halves. The right half of his hair was a brilliant white, the other side a bright red. There was a scar as red as the hair covering it partly on his left eye. Mary started to wonder. ''What happened to him? Did he dye his hair? How is that posible?'' Those were only some of the questions she had. When she finally let her gaze wander to the next student, he was already looking at her. When she met his eyes, he just winked, smirked, and turned back to the board. ''what... the actual.. Chinchilla?'' The boy had bright yellow hair, and a bolt on one side of his scalp. There was nothing too interesting, really, but somehow Mary still wanted to talk to him. Maybe to actually have a friend, maybe to ask him what she missed while she was gone, or maybe she just wanted to know why he did that. She never has been flirted with before, if that was even considered flirting. She had to admit, he did look kind of cute. And of course that means he's either gay, taken, or a racist. Since that was all there was to see about that boy, she turned her attention to a girl with.. pink skin? And horns?? Mary didn't believe her eyes. >>How is that even...?<< she started silently, but stopped herself, not wanting to draw any attention to herself. Only then she realized, that there was literally a bird person just chillng in his seat, taking notes. She couldn't wait for recess so she could ask all about their names, their quirks, and who was taken and who wasn't. Let's see, who actually looked like they'd have a partner. The yellow-haired one with a blot in his hair, the guy who had his long, red hair styled into spikes, the red and white haired one, that just seemed to have some kind of terrifying secret, the... wait a minute. Mary knew who he was. He was Endevours son, Shoto Todoroki! She read something about him in the news just a couple of weeks ago. No wonder she got that weird, secretive vibe from him. There were a lot of rumours in all of the internet about the father-kid relationships being all crazy and horrible. She could really relate to him to an extend. Mary's mother and father have been emotionally distant ever since she was old enough to do stuff on her own. At the tender age of seven she had to cook for herself, but that didn't stop her from being an absolute sweetheart to her friends. And although she would never admit it, she was a pure soul. Apart from the smut she has read throughout the last few years, she was as clean as the air in a forest, far away from humanity and polution. Yes, she was a bit of a pervert. But she was too shy to actually spy on someone. She wasn't afraid to flirt, though. Most people didn't take it serious when she flirted with them and laughed it off, so she has been single up to that day. When she was honest with herself, she knew that she really wanted to have someone to hold her close and listen. But who would take a girl like her? She asked that question a lot when she thought about relationships. That's why she didn't do that often.

Mary found it amusing how her mind wandered off all the time. It was like her brain was making a path on it's own, like it was trying to lead her somewhere, someplace special that might not ever be discovered by anyone else... unless she told the person about that place, that secret space where she can get lost in for hours on end, without anyone noticing she was even gone in the first place. She doesn't leave her spot, but is in a whole different world at the same time, a world where she can be herself without having anyone there to judge her, without any rules, without any boundaries. She could kill, kiss, and insult anyone as much as her heart desired. She lost count of how often she brutually murdered someone in her mind. And the fact that she could imagine anything pretty vividly just made the whole game better. Same goes for kissing and making out, and everything beyond that. But it was also a curse at times. Whenever some said: >>imagine if...<<, she immediately started imagining it. She had seen multiple people making out, and that was worse of an experince than it might seem like. Because it wasn't just people her age, it was also teachers, heroes, old people and even animals.

All of a sudden, she was ripped from her thoughts, by someone standing in front of her. It was a green haired boy with freckles and a bright smile. >>H-Hey! Mary, right? I'm Izuku Midoriya, but everyone calls me Deku!<< He extended a hand for her to shake. She took his hand, gave it a light squeeze, and smiled back. >>Yep! That's me! Nice to meet you, Deku!<< She shiftd the thoughts of death and brutal murder aside and made room for information about him. He was barely taller than her, had emerald green eyes, had really fluffy looking hair, and just seemed really adorable overall. Mary guessed that he was most likely gay. Which was definetly not a bad thing, Yaoi all the way, but she had a feeling that at least one girl had a crush on him. Speaking of girls, there was one right behind him. She smiled at Mary and held out her hand too. >>I'm Ochako Ururaka!<< she chirped happily. Mary took her hand, gave it a little squeeze too, and smiled even brighter than before. >>Mary! I'm looking forward to being in class with you two!<< she said friendly.

She inspected them, then bluntly asked >>Are you two a couple?<< Ururaka started blushing madly, and so did Deku. He was the first one to actually respond. >>N-No, we're just f-friends!<< Mary chuckled at their reaction. >>If you say so~<< she purred while smirking. Then she turned her attention to the bo from earlier. >>Hey, you two, who is he?<< she pointed at the yellow haired boy. >>Th-That's Denki Kaminari. He's part of the Bakusquad, unlike Bakugo himself really nice and outgoing, though.<< Izuku started. >>But he's kind of a flirt.<< Ururaka added. So that was the reason why he winked. He's flirtasious. Great, she thought. >>Hey, how about we introduce you to everyone?<< Izuku said, now calming down his blush. >>That'd be

great!<< Mary thanked him.

Everything went great, until it was her time to meet Bakugo.

>>End chapter 1<<

[silverfoxsofy]

Your love, here. (A small side story)

WARNING: will make you cry. *** "Look at you, gosh you look so handsome" my mom covers her mouth with her hand, looking from me to Dave. "I am so proud of you". I can see her getting teary eyed. Dave gives me a half hearted smile, and watches while my mom walks up to me to adjust my cap and gown for the 11th time. "Proud of ya Sam." Thanks Dave. Today is the day. After four long fucking years, I'm graduating. Am I excited? Sure I guess you could say that, but the only reason I'm going to my college graduation, even though it's not mandatory, is because my mom wants a picture. Dave and I just agreed to do what she says. I'd rather not be here, seeing as I just want to go home and sleep for a while before the party tonight. I'd rather not go to that either honestly. Of course, I'm not completely pessimistic, I am proud of myself as well. It's just, being here, with family and friends watching me go through the final steps into real adulthood, I can't help but feel like something is missing. Or rather, someone is missing. It's been about maybe 2 years since that night. That night... when he left. I quickly try to erase the thoughts out of my head. So what if he's not here to see my accomplishments? It's alright. I'm here for mom anyway. They're going to be calling my name soon, which, the sooner they do, the sooner I can get out of here. After everyone's received their fake-for-show diplomas, I spot my parents and Jess amongst the crowd, and quickly run over to them. They congratulate me, over and over again, while I wave to my fellow classmates, wishing them good luck as they pass by. The crowd is huge, and there are people bumping into me from left to right. Can we please for the love of all that is fucking holy, leave? While I'm looking for escape routes to drag my family through, so we can fucking leave, I spot mahogany hair a distance away, and almost feel my heart jump out of my chest. No... nah that's just crazy. Why am I seeing that now? Of all places? I chalk it up to being someone's family member. The resemblance is there, but I'm not crazy. But knowing myself I'll just keep questioning it throughout the day, and if I've learned anything from the past two years, is that even the impossible can exist, if you've seen it with your own eyes. I might as well look up just to put my mind at ease, and as I suspect, the mahogany hair is out of sight. *** Why the fuck did I even come here? College parties are fun don't get me wrong, I've had a few wild nights throughout my years at uni, but seriously? Aren't we a bit... old? Isn't this the kind of hung high schoolers do? This is about maybe my fourth drink of the night, and I've already scouted the party itself, nothing less than the usual party goers I've met from time to time, doing exactly the same thing as any other wild party. I'm not drunk, maybe just a bit tipsy, but I figure this would be a good time to say bye to the people I'll never see again, and head home. I use my own judgement, and decide I'm alright to drive. Don't drink and drive kids, I'm a stupid fuck. As I walk through the insanely packet frat house, I look up, looking for the back door, when I see it. Fucking mahogany hair. Long dark waves on a tall slender body. My heart jumps, and I stop walking to get a better look. It can't be... how much did I drink? Is it the lights? I'm looking at the back of this persons body... how are they so identical? I can feel goosebumps rise on every extremity of my body when I realize this person doesn't have shoes on, and they're wearing sweats. That's it. Would it hurt if I just went up to them pretending I knew who they were? I need to get a better look at their face. Why do they resemble him so much? I'm going to get a better look, it could just be the same person from before. I start walking in their direction. But almost as if they knew, they too start heading into another crowd of dancing people. That's okay, you can't push past people fast enough to lose me. I start following them, but they won't stop walking and cutting corners into different rooms. At this point it's apparent we're playing cat and mouse. If this person were to be real, where are they headed? Why are they running around the place? In my train of thought, I get distracted, and when I look up, I realize I've lost sight of them. Ah well, whoever that was, they're gone now in the sea of people. And I just want to get home. Suddenly, while walking towards the back door again, I spot the mahogany hair walking up the stairs, ignoring everyone in their path. Fuck it, I'm going to see who this is. So I sprint towards the staircase. I'm at the second floor now, and although there's fewer people here, it's still crowded. I look left and right, but I've lost them again, it's only a second floor so they shouldn't of gone far. When I look to my right, I see them, heading into a room. Got you. As I'm power walking, I realize how strange this must be if this poor person doesn't know me and has noticed I'm following them. What if they're running away from me? I stop in my tracks. Isn't this weird? I know they look like... him. I know but isn't it impossible? He's gone. There's no way he can be here and as much as I miss Ezra, as much as I wish it were him, it can't be. So I turn around, and decide I'm going to leave this person alone. I'm almost to the door, when someone bumps into me hard, and I knock into a side table in the hallway. Thankfully, no one notices, so I look into the hallways mirror to fix my hair a little. I almost turn away, when on the bottom left corner of the mirror, I see a childishly smiling face, coupled with big blue eyes. He's standing in the sea of people, everyone unbothered by his presence. I cannot take my eyes off him. It's him. It's Ezra and he's just a few feet behind me. I want to turn around but I am so afraid that when I do, he won't be there. I rub my eyes, and look straight into the mirror again, he's still there, looking happily as ever at me through the mirror. Is this some sort of illusion? Did I get roofied? Either way, I made up my mind. I'm going to turn around. I have to eventually. I take an agonizingly deep breathe, and slowly turn my head towards the crowd. People are dancing, completely unaware of my starring. And as I suspect, that's all there is, just the crowd doing what the crowd does. No mahogany hair, no blue eyes, no Ezra. I sigh heavily, maybe I should take a taxi. *** When I arrive home, my bed looks like sheets made of the finest silk topped with imported pillows. I quickly walk to it and fall over, ready to sleep. I think about the party, and graduation, if someone roofied me, why did I see what I saw at the graduation ceremony as well? No. I didn't "see" anything. All I saw was someone's hair, and it just happened to be the same color as his. And the party? My mind was just playing tricks on me. It's crazy to think Ezra was there somehow. I get comfortable, and start to drift off to sleep. I can tell I'm half awake at the point, when I feel a pair of warm hands on my cheeks. I open my eyes to the brightest blue oceans starring right back at me. I instantly jump. "E- Ezra?!" No.. I must be dreaming already. I sit up. "How...?" The beautiful man sitting on my bed smiles, and caresses my face. "Hey fucktard" "Ezra... am I dreaming?" "No haha, I'm really here. I've missed you Sam. So much" I decide that if this is a dream, I'm going to make this a good one. I wrap my arms around Ezra's neck tightly, and feel no shame when the tears begin to fall. "You fucker where have you been?" I'm sobbing into Ezra's neck. Someone please, tell me this is real. Tell me he's here. "I just... wanted to see you... I'm so proud of you! I just really wanted to see you graduate too... I'm sorry... I can't stay for long..." he frowns at the last sentence, and I hug him tighter. "Was that you today? Why were you running away?" "I'm a ghost you shit for brains, it's not like anyone can see me. I just wanted to watch a proud moment..." "Then why'd you run away from me at the party? No one would've noticed" "I'm pretty sure they'd have noticed if you looked like you were talking to yourself. I figured the best thing to do would just myself in a way only you could see. Plus I wanted to make sure you wouldn't take someone else home, although that last ones pretty selfish of me" he chuckles, and finally puts his arms around me as well. "Ezra how are you here?" I want to stay in his warm embrace forever. "The big guy lets us come down sometimes if it's important enough." I sit up from our embrace, and cup his face in my hands. "I'm so happy... that you're here. Do you.. have to go?" "Not for a little while" I wipe away my tears, and move aside in the bed, making space to Ezra to fit in. He snuggles up next to me placing his arm around my shoulders, and we lay like this for a few minutes. He asks me questions about my life and how it's been, and I answer whole heartedly, excitedly, like a small child. I want to stay this way forever, talking to him, in his arms. I cling onto him, and fight my sleep as much as I can. I know what's to come when I wake up, and I want to stay like this with Ezra as much as I can. But morning comes. And I'm comfortably tucked in my bed, alone. I can faintly remember Ezra kissing me, just before falling asleep. While I lay there, I go back and forth trying to decide whether it was a dream or not, as real as it felt. I chalk it up to being a dream, a very good one. That is until I sit up, and see a copy of yaoi manga placed neatly next to me. I pick it up, and I feel the tears roll down my face. I wonder if he can see me now, crying as I try to recall the way his arms felt around mine. I smile, knowing somewhere, wherever he is, he still think it's funny to leave my manga off the shelves knowing it pisses me off.