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crushology 101 | part 1

synopsis! after a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t even find attractive leaves you reeling, you vow never to date anyone you don’t actually find hot… problem is, somehow, you ended up with five of them in your life, all at once?

featuring! tomorrow x together and many other idols (for like 3 seconds)

pairings! ot5 x gn!reader

genre! college au, fluff, inspired by crushology 101 (the kdrama) and the og work bunny and her oppas by nieun!

word count! 8k

a/n! to be completely honest, i initially wanted this to be a one-shot? but then i thought it might be more fun to cut it off where i did. i can also post it now instead of waiting longer yano... soooooo enjoy this silly little realistically unrealistic college au with tubatu

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part 1 | part 2

Choi Yeonjun. Choi Soobin. Choi Beomgyu. Kang Taehyun. Huening Kai.

Five guys, each more handsome than the other. All of them vying for your attention. How did you end up here? Well… the story isn’t exactly short. But there is enough time to at least get into the important parts.

So, where shall we begin?

Right…

A year ago, a few months after you started your first year at university, you found a boyfriend. However, he wasn’t exactly conventionally attractive. You told yourself that it didn’t matter though, as long as your boyfriend genuinely liked you. And he was so nice, or at least he seemed to be.

Your friends, Emma and Chloe, weren’t very convinced of his act and judged him harshly. Back then, you thought it was because they just didn’t find him attractive, so all of his faults were all the more obvious to them. But it wasn’t his looks that were the problem.

The son of a bitch dated you for months, only to try to prove to his friends that you were easy. Jokes on him, because you were nowhere near that. He didn’t get into your pants even after months of his stupid act, and you ended up nursing a broken heart over what? A scumbag who wasn’t even all that.

And he had the nerve to say you — YOU — were out of his league. Honestly… you might not be a top model, but when a man who is three steps away from being an incel says that about you… it does hurt. (And you hurt him back, though beating up your boyfriend turned ex did no good things for your reputation.)

From that point forward, you promised yourself to only date men that you found attractive. At least, so you can cry over someone other people won’t call a rat, or would sympathise with you rather than give you judgy looks.

Yet your best solution for the following semester was to just… not date at all. It was easy too, when people remembered you as the crazy ex who managed to break a guy’s rib.

So you didn’t date. You lived your life in sweet, sweet peace all the way until the summer semester of your second year. Until he appeared in your life. The first of five…

It’s a regular day for you as you go to class. Your first day of a new semester and a new subject for credits. Everyone you know from the upper years has had only great things to say about the professor teaching it, so you couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to register for it and witness the teachings of Professor Lee himself.

Not to mention it’s actually incredibly hard to get into the class since it has a limit of twenty students per semester, and prioritizes both speed and overall grades when signing up for the course. So being first to sign up doesn’t mean you’re in, but having a perfect score but signing up late also doesn’t guarantee it. Which also means none of your friends got into the subject.

You enter the class, entirely oblivious to your surroundings as you scroll through your playlist, music blasting in your headphones. A bag with your laptop hangs on your shoulder, and thinking back to it, you should’ve paid attention.

Colliding with a student who was busy talking to someone was certainly not on your itinerary. Even worse, your loosely slung bag falls off your shoulder, the loud thud of your laptop and other belongings almost reminiscent of the dip your heart makes.

Every piece of work you have ever made is on that laptop. Sure, the most important bits are saved on external drivers and the cloud but the small things, the seemingly unimportant things, the ones waiting to be used, those will never see the light of day if your laptop breaks.

“Fuck, no, no…” You instantly crouch to check the state of your laptop. Is it intact? Yes. Will it boot? You can’t say for sure until you open it.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” The person you bumped into apologizes, though you don’t blame him at all. His hands reach for the other items that spread across the floor while you check the state of your laptop. “I can pay for repairs if it’s not—”

His voice dies down when your laptop boots, and you let out a huge sigh of relief at the device’s tenacity. Finally, you can look up at the man that nearly caused you a heart attack by practically blocking the entrance.

And your heart actually stops.

One of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen graces your vision, and your eyes widen in disbelief. He has the kind of look that reminds you of summer, of full fields of colorful flowers, and running through meadows under the bright sun in the middle of July. It’s the boyish kind of look your teenage self would most certainly write heartbreaking love songs about, imagining an infinite amount of “what if” scenarios.

“I know you,” the guy breaks your daydream, a smile appearing on his pouty lips. “Y/N, right? I’ve seen you around a lot.”

“I—” you can’t believe a man like this knows who you are. Mainly because you don’t know who he is, and you swear you would remember him if you met him before.

He chuckles at your flustered state, understanding the situation easily. “I’m Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun,” he introduces himself casually, as if it made all the sense in the world that you don’t know him, but he knows you. “I was wondering if you’d take the class this semester.” He grins like he’s happy to know that you are taking it.

The more he speaks, the more confused you get. You stare at him like he’s grown a second head, and he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck in the most captivating way possible. His T-shirt rides up the slightest bit, revealing a toned torso that you did not need to catch a glimpse of.

“Why would you—”

“Well, you’re a music major, right? Most people want to get into Mr. Lee’s class.”

“But you’re not a music major,” you say plainly, because you would remember, okay? You would know if this man shared your major.

“No.” The corner of his lips rises in a soft smirk. “I’m a dance major, actually, but I’m really interested in producing, so I signed up and got in.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun repeats with a soft grin. “You here alone? Wanna join me and—” He points toward a row of seats with a bunch of people you are familiar with. Like Seo Changbin, a third year music major. “Well, them.”

“Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess I can do that,” you stutter out, internally freaking out. Not only is this beautiful man asking you to sit with him and his friends, but one of those friends is also among the top students in your major.

“I promise not to bite.” Yeonjun winks at you, and your entire world stops again, processing the whole interaction.

He laughs. “Come sit with us. We plan to grab lunch after class, too, so you can join us.”

“Me?” You point at yourself quizzically, looking around. But everyone is already diligently seated, so it’s only you and Yeonjun at the entrance.

“Well, unless there’s a really stunning spirit I can’t see standing next to you, then you are definitely the person I’m asking.”

You meet the second of five on the same day as Yeonjun. Because people tend to forget about the music room at campus, you use it for your own benefit quite often. Today is no different as you take advantage of the community instruments to work on one of your many projects. With headphones on your ears as you strum on the bass, trying to figure out the notes, you don’t notice anyone entering the room.

And he doesn’t notice you at first, either. He types away on his phone as he walks forward, completely unaware of his surroundings until his foot catches on one of the many scattered cables on the ground. He stumbles, and although he doesn’t fall, the phone in his hands does escape his hold, landing practically on your lap. Not before it hits you in the head, of course, to make the experience even worse.

“Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” The guy runs up to you immediately, inspecting you from head to toe as if the phone were a weapon that could cause you internal bleeding and a concussion.

And maybe it did, because when you look up into the face of the guy who is practically on his knees, begging for your forgiveness, your eyes make angel wings sprout from his back, and a halo levitates just above his golden hair.

He makes you think of the fresh spring air, walking through a cherry blossom path. He would catch a petal from the air for you, only to notice that there are already many of them stuck in your hair, and he would laugh so softly, with such affection in his eyes, that it would make your heart burst with love and adoration.

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, hand hesitantly reaching for the spot where his phone hit you. “Did I hurt you?”

You reach out for his hand, stopping him before he could touch you. It’s warm, his hand, and with the redness of his cheeks, you assume it’s from the slight embarrassment he currently feels. With your lips pressed tight together, you shake your head.

“I’m fine,” you reply simply. “What happened anyway? Did you throw your phone at me or something?”

“Oh… you didn’t see?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, but your confused expression tells him enough to let out a breath of relief. It means he didn’t embarrass himself more than he thought he did. “In that case, I’d rather not disclose that information.”

“Fair enough.” You nod, ready to go back to your work. But the guy lingers by your side rather than leaving you alone. “Do you need anything else?”

“I’m Huening Kai,” he introduces himself with a smile. “You’re Y/N, right? I’ve seen you around campus a bunch of times.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. And I really like some of your projects. Professor Min has a habit of throwing around a lot of praise when it comes to you,” Kai shares the information with a grin, standing back up. He towers over you now, and you have to crane your head to see his face. “I think we’re in his class together this semester.”

“Oh, that’s great. We’ll see each other every week, then.” And your eyes will be blessed with the sight of one of the most good-looking creatures to ever exist on this earth — but you leave out that part, of course.

“And if you don’t have anyone to work on group projects with, then you can have me,” he adds light-heartedly, but the idea of working alongside someone as striking as Huening Kai sounds almost absurd to you. This is the second handsome guy suggesting to either sit or work with you in a class. And the phrasing? You can have me. Someone save your poor heart because it might explode.

What the hell is going on?

“You’re not just trying to get a ride on my back, are you?” You raise a brow at him suspiciously, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“I’d never!” He raises his arms in defence. “I just… kinda don’t really have friends.”

“What!?” you spit out in disbelief, staring at the boy.

“I mean I do have friends. It’s just that I don’t share any classes with them because they’re in different majors. That’s what I mean.” He chuckles nervously, looking away from you.

“Right… That makes sense.” You nod to yourself. “Sure, though, I wouldn’t mind working with you if there are any group projects.”

“That’s great.” Kai grins. “By the way, do you mind if I share the space with you? To be honest, I thought nobody’s gonna be here.”

“No problem. I come here for the exact same reason anyway.” You smile at him.

The two of you spend hours inside the music room in silence aside from the occasional question here and there. Huening Kai does make a habit of stealing glances at you quite often, and you’re not any different when it comes to watching him work.

You meet the third of five at the bus stop. It’s late at night because you completely forgot about the time, and Huening Kai was no help either. The only reason both of you realized how late it had gotten was because Kai got a call from his younger sister about missing dinner with their parents.

Usually, at this late hour, nobody sits at the bus stop. But today, a guy stands tall, leaning against the frame of the bus schedule, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

Even from here, you can see he’s handsome. And uninterested too, which makes today somewhat easier as compared to what you experienced with Yeonjun and Huening Kai.

The guy glances at you only when you walk toward him, stopping next to him to wait for the bus. His brows furrow as something catches his attention.

Before you know it, his attention is fully on you, a huge grin adorning his lips. “Are you listening to KARA?” he asks, pointing at your headphones. You had no idea that your music was that loud.

“Yeah…” you reply.

“I love KARA!” the guy exclaims.

“They got me into music.” You smile at the memory and shrug. “I like to take inspiration from their songs when I’m working on my projects.”

“Oh? A music major?” the guy asks, and when you nod, he adds: “My friends study music at Yein University nearby, are you by chance—”

“Yeah.” You nod again. “And you?”

“I go to Batu University for media management, but it kind of goes hand in hand with the other guys… I’m Soobin, by the way. Choi Soobin.” He offers you his hand.

“Y/N,” you say with a smile.

The bus arrives then, but as you both pleasantly find out, the two of you live in the same street and are practically neighbors. So after exchanging numbers, you promise to see each other at a normal hour of the day, too.

You bump into the fourth boy in the library. Unfortunately, studying at university as a music major doesn’t actually mean that it revolves around playing instruments, singing and making the music itself. Sometimes you do have to bury your head deep into textbooks and learn about the history and theory of it all, so you can either take inspiration, or learn from your predecessor’s mistakes in order to create a new generation.

And sometimes, it’s simply a consequence of a terrible choice when it came to elective — entirely unoptionally optional — courses.

You tend to not pay much attention to your surroundings when you study at the campus library. With headphones on your head, music blasting loudly, but at a healthy level, you lose yourself in a world of words that make sense on their own but lose their meaning once they’re strung together in a ludicrous line of academic bullshit.

Today is different though. Because despite your desire to cram at least a few names into your brain and what they entail, your phone keeps blowing up with messages from your friend group chat, or either of the three boys you have met so far. Even when you put the phone on do not disturb, it’s as if your brain still catches the waves of each blocked notification on the device.

To make matters worse, you can’t shake the feeling of somebody staring at you. But when you look around yourself, there is no one. Or, well, there are people — obviously, you are sitting in a crowded and very shared area for students — but none of them are interested in you any more than they are in the books they pretend to read.

You decide to give up studying after two hours of sitting and barely three lines of notes in your notebook.

The chair creaks as you stand up, but your peers ignore the sound, disregarding it with sympathy because the thoughts of giving themselves a break are probably floating in their heads, too.

Leaving the library is a freedom you allow yourself only because you’re barely one week into the new semester.

You did not expect to step on a pair of glasses on your way outside of the library. But here you are, listening to the loud crack of glass and plastic under the rubber sole of your shoe. Your eyes widen as you look down, noting the expensive looking frames, and fairly thick lenses.

“Has anyone seen my glasses?” A voice asks nearby, and your heart drops into your stomach, knowing that you probably ruined this person’s only pair of glasses and completely disrupted their way of life until they get new ones.

You pick them up despite yourself, a huge frown appearing on your lips as you assess the damage.

Spoiler alert: it’s bad.

“I think I found them,” you say regardless, turning in the general direction of where the voice had come from.

To your relief, you think, the person is already wearing a pair of glasses. He’s pretty, in a good way, you’d say. With dark hair falling into his eyes in styled waves. Quite tall, too. He’s what people would call the resident cute nerd, someone who you’d want to tutor you when you pretend to be dumber than you truly are.

“Fuck. I knew I’d dropped them,” he curses under his breath, not even considering the fact that you stepped on them and it’s entirely your fault they’re ruined. “I always carry spares in case,” he adds and points to the glasses already sitting on his nose. “Blessings of a minus five vision, I guess. Can’t function without either glasses or contacts.”

“I’m so sorry. I can pay for a new pair,” is the first thing that leaves your mouth when the guy approaches you, and he shakes his head.

“No, it’s not on you,” he says, looking at you sympathetically. “I dropped them here, it’s my fault. They could’ve gotten stolen too, and nothing much would change.” His nonchalance throws you off guard because the pair truly seems expensive.

“I have dozens more at home if it puts you at ease,” he adds as if he could hear your thoughts, his words seemingly leaving his mouth at a mile per hour. “You could say I have a record of being reckless with my glasses, but contacts tend to irritate my eyes.”

“Oh…” you don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry. Uh, I’m Choi Beomgyu,” he introduces himself to you. “I didn’t mean to randomly talk your ear off, it’s just a self-defence mechanism in embarrassing situations.”

“I feel like I should be the one embarrassed and apologetic,” you say, a soft smile making its way to your lips. “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, if you really feel apologetic, would you mind giving me your number?” Beomgyu asks.

“What?”

The boy simply grins as if it’s a completely normal situation. “I’m easy to please, really. If you treat me to a cold beer, everything can be easily forgotten and forgiven.”

��Is that what it is?” You raise a brow at him. “A ploy to get free beer?”

“Well, I didn’t plan for my glasses to get broken today, but if I can get your number and a free beer, I will be very satisfied.”

“Truly a man with simple needs.”

“Never needed to be anything more.”

You met Kang Taehyun on a completely random Tuesday. Walking through campus, you mind your own business until a commotion catches your attention by the basketball court available mainly to P.E. majors.

Normally, you would disregard the situation because why would you care about a bunch of sweaty boys playing with a ball? But then you catch sight of three familiar faces — guys from your major — all playing against one man, and losing. Which piques your curiosity to the max.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you ask someone on your left, when you make it to the tiny crowd, and the person turns to you with an excited grin.

“They made a bet to play three on one. If Kang Taehyun loses—” the person points at the only guy you don’t recognize— “then the third year P.E. majors gotta buy a feast for the music majors. If those guys lose, they buy for Taehyun and his friends.”

“Isn’t that a bit unfair?” You furrow your brows, but the person merely shrugs.

“Well, it seems not,” they say, clapping when Kang Taehyun scores another point against the three fumbling music majors. “That’s 5 to 1 for Taehyun,”

You glance at a group of more familiar faces standing back and merely laughing at their friends’ misery rather than helping them out. Rolling your eyes, you step onto the small court. With your luck, one of the music majors throws the ball in your direction rather than his teammates, and you catch it with ease, tilting your head to the side.

“You guys made a bet and can’t even play this game properly?” you ask with a raised brow. Then you turn toward the crowd, your gaze firm on who you want to play with. “Heeseung, stop laughing your ass off and get here. And you too, Nicholas!” you call the two guys you’ve known for years. They’re what you would call your occasional friends — and also the people that used to play competitive basketball in high school.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing? This is between us and the—”

“Music majors, right? Well, we’re also music majors,” you say confidently, staring down the guys trying to stop you. “How about we do a fair game of 3 to 3 with a change of players and same stakes, since you guys believe in your basketball skills so much?”

Kang Taehyun, the one who’s been playing the whole time walks up to you with big enough eyes to fell a tree out of sheer cuteness, though it does not fit the way his lips form a determined smirk.

“I’d get just changing players, but also trying to make this fair puts you at another disadvantage,” says one of Kang Taehyun’s friends because it doesn’t seem that he’s the overly talkative type.

The corner of your lips rises in a challenging smirk. “Might be.”

But Heeseung and Nicholas are already standing by your side, matching the height of the P.E. majors. “You sure about this, Y/N?” Heeseung asks.

“Do you want to have at least a sliver of a chance at free food?”

“Fair argument.”

In short: you lost. However, the difference in score was not as embarrassing as the original trio going against just one.

“Not bad,” Kang Taehyun speaks up for the first time since you saw him. His voice is slightly deeper and much quieter than you would expect it to be. “Almost had us in the end.”

“We haven’t played in a few years.” Nicholas shakes his head at the compliment, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “A little heads up next time would be appreciated.”

“I’m a spontaneous person.” You shrug, though in reality, you don’t know why you did this. You aren’t the kind of person to try and outshine someone — let alone go against the P.E. majors out of the blue. Yet your eyes always end up at one place: on Kang Taehyun.

The man seems both absolutely oblivious to the outside world and acutely aware of everything that happens around him. Like he wants people to disregard him, but knows to keep distance regardless. What might act as a repellent to others, is like a magnet to you.

“Well, if you guys are ever bored, we’re always looking for more people to play with us,” one of the older guys says, Fuma, you heard him be called at one point. He puts his hands on Taehyun’s shoulders as if to massage him and grins.

“Don’t you have a whole faculty just for that?” Heeseung questions, amused.

“They suck.” Concise, straight to the point — that is Kang Taehyun. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, and he never says anything he doesn’t mean. To other people, it might seem like he’s cold, aloof, and doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself, but getting to know him and slowly peeling off layers of armor that was never truly there is a reward in itself.

“So, just a question, but we’re not the ones buying food, right? It’s still them?” Heeseung points toward the original trio that made a bet with zero skills to back it up.

“Nah, forget it. We appreciate a good game,” says the tallest of the three P.E. guys, you heard Fuma call him Kei during the game. He high-fives Heeseung with a grin.

“I wouldn’t mind buying you a coffee, though.” Taehyun’s voice nearly startles you, especially because he’s speaking to you. Staring at you. With a hint of expectancy in his big brown eyes.

“Hm?” Your brain stutters. Heeseung and Nicholas laugh at you, nudging your arms from each side as if you were kids in middle school, watching somebody confess their feelings.

“You’re entitled to say no, but I just thought I’d give it a shot.” Taehyun’s voice is nonchalant, but the way his lips twitch and his expression slightly changes with the anxiety of possibly being rejected, you can tell it would hurt his pride.

“You might need to raincheck, because vocal training starts in ten.” Heeseung, as helpful as ever, destroys the moment by checking the time on his phone. “Aaand we’re on the wrong side of the campus because we just spent our break playing basketball instead.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, I’d love to get coffee sometime, but it’ll have to wait. So sorry.” You barely manage to get out your apology before Heeseung has you by the wrist and is dragging you along in his sprint, so you can make it to vocal training in time.

“Dude! You never do this kind of thing?” Kei hits Taehyun’s arm with an amazed smirk, staring at him with wide eyes.

Taehyun hides his hands in the pockets of his jeans, shrugging. “I just like people who aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves.”

“I don’t even remember their name,” Fuma notes, running a hand through his head. “But they played well.”

“It’s Y/N,” Taehyun says, liking the way the name sounds on his lips.

You could sense Yeonjun’s staring from a mile away. Except he’s not even six feet away. He’s sitting right next to you, disrupting your work flow as you try to write down every single piece of information that leaves Professor Lee’s mouth.

It’s almost impossible to breathe with his annoyingly handsome face glued to your side, a smile gracing his lips as he doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that his attention is purely on you. It’s to a point where it irritates you more than it flusters you, because how can he just not pay attention to what Professor Lee says when his class is generally the hardest to get into in the whole faculty?

“Do you want to fail this class so badly?” you ask under your breath, most of your attention still on the front because you could not bear looking at Yeonjun.

The warm sound of his chuckle sends shivers down your spine and sets butterflies off in your stomach. It’s quite maddening because there is no way in hell that someone like Choi Yeonjun would actually like you.

Yet he never misses the chance to include you in anything group related, nor does he ever stop inviting you to hang outs and campus events that you would normally miss out on to work on your many unfinished projects. When you keep declining his offers, he doesn’t even seem to be any less determined if not more motivated. But you’ve seen the way people generally gravitate toward Yeonjun, so you can never fully understand — why would it be you?

“You’re so cute when you worry about me,” he remarks, eyes never leaving your face. “But Changbin’s actually voice-recording all classes, so I have no need to listen when I have you right next to me.”

“Flirting is a really bad habit for you.” Shaking your head, you dare to glance at Yeonjun from the corner of your eye. He grins at you as if he won at life. But the small voice in your head still doubts — if your ex-boyfriend had secretly been an asshole, what if Yeonjun’s intentions were even worse? What if this is simply an elaborate joke between him and his friends? Just another plot to break your heart.

You could not give in.

Not again.

“I don’t flirt,” he replies, a pout forming on his lips.

“Maybe that’s the problem.”

Yeonjun follows you even after class, almost like a stray cat who got attached to the first person it came across. “You don’t trust me,” he says eventually, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans while you’re trying to pick out an appropriate lunch in the campus cafeteria.

Eyes follow him wherever he goes, because if there is anything Choi Yeonjun does, it’s drawing attention to himself without even trying. It isn’t something you can fault him for, but it makes you even more suspicious.

For one, he doesn’t let you pay for lunch. Two, he’s friendly with everyone who dares to greet him. And three, Choi Yeonjun isn’t the only good-looking man in the world.

Your phone lights up with a notification. A message from KARA lunatic popping up.

[12:54] KARA lunatic: Next time you forget something at my place, make sure it’s valuable, so I can sell it later. [2 attached photos]

The photos include a scrunchie you’ve been trying to find the whole day, and a photo of Soobin wearing it around his wrist to remember that he should return it.

Between the two of you, a tacit agreement of sorts formed last week. Sometimes, when either of your roommates decide to have visitors over, you simply remove yourself from the situation by going over to Soobin’s place, which is practically three steps away. And Soobin lets you stay, as long as you don’t disrupt his personal space.

And then another message finds its way to your phone from a contact named friendless guy.

[12:55] friendless guy: professor min approved the changes we made for the spring festival theme! yayyyy [1 photo attached]

Huening Kai doesn’t fail to send a selfie of himself doing thumbs up.

You smile to yourself, reading the messages. It makes Yeonjun straighten in his seat across from you, elbows leaning on the table as he narrows his eyes at you.

“Am I that bad?” he questions, sporting that damned adorable pout. “I’m really sorry if I did anything to offend you, Y/N, I’m just—”

“You did nothing to offend me, Yeonjun.” You shake your head, setting your phone down. Staring him in the eyes, you don’t believe they belong to those of a liar. But he is right; you cannot trust him. Not yet. “But you’re so— you. And I’m… me.”

“Stunning?”

You laugh in his face. Not at him, obviously, but at his words. He is calling you stunning? When your ex-boyfriend said you were out of his league? It just feels like one strange, elaborate joke from fate itself.

“This campus is full of people that already adore you, Yeonjun. So why—”

“Because,” Yeonjun says, a smile forming on his lips. He never breaks eye contact with you, gazing at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.

“Because?”

“Because.”

Despite your skepticism, Yeonjun doesn’t waver. Instead, he seems to appreciate that you don’t instantly jump at his feet, ready to do whatever he asks of you. It makes you all the more real to him — a genuine person. (And he likes you so much more for it.)

“What would you say to a casual hang out then? As friends, let’s say. You, me, and some of my other friends.”

“When? I have work to do, Yeonjun…”

“Not now, obviously. But I’d let you know.” And he attempts to wink at you, but both of his eyes close instead, and you can’t help but giggle at the action. It’s adorable, and entirely uncharacteristic of his otherwise perfect, flirty image.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I can do that.”

“Really?” Yeonjun barely contains his excitement, attracting the attention of a few students. Their sour expressions turn into ones of pure awe when they realize it’s Choi Yeonjun they were about to scold, though.

“Really.”

“You won’t regret it!”

Working in a pair is strangely comforting. You smile to yourself as you listen to the faint buzzing of speakers and Huening Kai’s scribbling against the paper. He writes down notes as they come to him, while you work on a mix of sounds to get a melody that’s been stuck on your mind the whole day out of your head.

The two of you have gotten comfortable around each other quickly. In the same way you find solace in Soobin’s presence and apartment on nights when you need it, Kai is your sanctuary during the day when there is nothing much to do on campus.

“What would you think if I said I want to start a band?” Kai asks rhetorically, humming to himself. The sound of a pencil scratching against paper stops as Kai turns to look at you. “I saw this poster, you know, that said the school will hold a competition during the spring festival.”

“So you want to start a band to join this competition?”

“The prize money is really good,” Kai says, nodding. “And we get free coffee in the campus café for the rest of the year.”

Your eyes widen. “I can… see the appeal.”

“Would you join?”

“Your band?”

Kai nods.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I just didn’t want to assume.” Kai shrugs a smile forming on his lips. “But if I’m on the drums and you’re on the bass, we might still need a good deal of people.”

“Just guitar and piano probably,” you say without much worry. “Those are the most common among music majors anyway… and I kinda have ideas.”

“You do?”

“Well, for guitar, I’d try asking Park Jongseong. He’s really good. Or Choi Taeyang. Maybe both. And piano… I guess, Kim Jungsu?”

“You know a lot of people in our major,” Kai remarks, turning in his place to look at you.

“I participate in way too many events, I guess.” You bite the inside of your cheek, eyeing Kai from the corner of your eye. “But you don’t, since I didn’t know about you…”

Kai chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “I prefer avoiding public events. And when I do, I only keep to my friends or myself.”

“Fair enough,” you say, grinning. “I hope you’re ready to let the world know that Huening Kai exists, though. Because you’re not gonna be left alone after that.”

“I’ll just use you as my shield.”

“Damn. Can’t wait.”

Kai laughs softly, and you relish the sound, subconsciously recording it to tuck away in a corner of your mind for later.

The restaurant near campus buzzes with life as people file in and out for a quick lunch between classes.

You are not an exception to the rule, entering with an excited grin on your face.

“Y/N!” The sound of your name makes your head turn, and a squeal leaves your lips at the sight of your friends, Emma and Chloe. You haven’t seen them in ages, although you attend the same university. But being in different faculties complicates your ability to meet up.

“It’s been so long!” you exclaim as you practically run to them.

They envelop you in a tight hug, smiles plastered on their faces.

“Too long.” Chloe frowns. “I was starting to forget what you look like.” She dramatically places a hand over her forehead before her eyes set on you, scanning every part of you like a hawk.

“We’ll take lots of pictures later,” Emma says, giggling. “But you’re doing okay, right? I heard you’re working on the spring festival’s soundtrack.”

“Yeah! It’s actually going really well. Main theme being love and all, it’s pretty easy to satisfy the masses.”

“Anything light and upbeat would probably do.”

“Exactly. The expectations are so low that it’s easy to exceed them.” You smirk, proud of the tiny reference that you haven’t given up since your childhood. “But anyways, can we get something to eat first? I’m starving.”

“You’re reading my mind.”

The three of you spend an hour catching up and eating your lunch. Chloe rants about linguistics classes, while Emma shares information about her upcoming performance at the local theater.

“By the way, do you guys know Choi Yeonjun?” Emma asks with a slightly raised brow, leaning her elbows on the table, because she is about to share vital gossip.

“Duhh,” Chloe responds, rolling her eyes. “Everyone knows Choi Yeonjun. Dude’s campus famous.”

You don’t say anything. All you can do is purse your lips in thought and nod solemnly. Knowing Choi Yeonjun is certainly one way to put it. Thinking about it, you probably have a few unread messages from him on your phone right now.

“Well, someone found out who one of his exes is!” Emma exclaims, pulling out her phone to search something up. “Look. That’s literally him and the Karina, cozying up together on campus.”

“Damn. How old is that photo?” Chloe questions, and Emma shrugs in response.

“Like two years back maybe. They were campus sweethearts in their first year. Before she, you know, dropped out and became famous and all that stuff.”

“Why’s that important anyway?” You don’t want to sound jealous, because you’re not— you shouldn’t be. You have zero reasons to be jealous over a past relationship from a guy who doesn’t have to be anything more but your friend.

“Karina’s coming back to our faculty. Dance major, obviously. To finish her studies.”

“Wait. You’re telling me Karina is going to be breathing the same air as me? Walking the same paths as me? Living around the same campus as me?” Chloe freaks out, while you lef out a breathy, amused laugh. “And she’s Choi Yeonjun’s ex. That is insane news.”

“For you, maybe.” You shake your head, feigning ignorance rather than acknowledging the fact that once Karina is back on campus, Yeonjun’s attention will probably divert back to her.

And the idea of it totally doesn’t upset you.

Chloe and Emma both look at you with raised brows, eyes piercing through you as they try to read your body language and grasp at all the words that are left unsaid.

“How do you know Choi Yeonjun?” Emma asks after a minute of awkward silence, finally coming to her own conclusion.

“He attends Professor Lee’s classes,” you don’t lie. “We have a few group projects together.”

“And you haven’t said a thing?” Chloe sounds appalled, expression bemused.

“It’s not that important.” You try to brush it off, but the girls are already on you, grabbing your phone off the table.

Not only does it show a long thread of messages from Yeonjun, however, it also contains Beomgyu’s rant about baroque music, Soobin’s invitation to have fried chicken near your apartments, and Kai’s list of things the two of you have to work on before the spring festival.

Their mouths drop to the ground in disbelief as they look through them, eyes glued to the profile pictures of each boy.

“Holy shit.”

“There’s no way.”

“Our child is actually growing up.” Chloe feigns a tear, glancing at you. “I was scared you were letting your ex ruin every possible relationship you could have in the future.”

“Those are my friends,” you say, crossing your arms.

“Not when they’re this hot.” Emma shakes her head. Knowing your passcode and having full access to your phone, she opens Soobin’s contact first, his picture taking over the whole display.

“Oh, this is insane.” Chloe and Emma join their heads together as they scroll through your private messages, but you let them. Perhaps you should’ve updated them at least a tiny bit about what’s been going on in your life.

Someone clears their throat near you.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” The voice makes your eyes widen, head snapping in the direction of Kang Taehyun. You were beginning to think you might never see him again.

Chloe and Emma ignore him, too absorbed in your phone to pay attention. You leave them be, and smile at Taehyun instead, shaking your head.

“Not at all. I—”

“You never got the chance to give me your number,” Taehyun says, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “And my offer for the coffee still stands.”

“Really?”

“Really.” He nods, the corner of his lips lifting in a smile. You watch him take his phone out, offering it to you, so you can put your number in.

When you give his phone back, you watch him type in a name for you, and you’re certain it was not your name he wrote in there. “I will text you to figure out when we both have time, then.”

“Okay.” You nod, and Taehyun grins. Departing before your two friends can even notice that he was ever there.

Or, before he texts your phone number, reverting their attention back to you.

“Who is this guy asking you to save his number?” They question, opening up Taehyun’s profile. “He’s—”

“Good-looking?” you ask, well aware of the fact. Obviously, you’re not blind, so you know that each of the boys you have come across these past few weeks are incredibly attractive. But…

There is a line you shouldn’t cross with either of them.

Yeonjun scheduled the hangout with his friends for Friday. Which you were not opposed to. You didn’t have any plans, and all you really cared about these past few days was the song you and Kai have been trying to finish for the spring festival, so he can focus on starting his band.

“I think if we layer our voices a bit more, it will come out great,” you point out, playing through the current demo.

“Okay. We can do that.”

Kai leans over your shoulder to stare at the screen of your laptop, his breath tingling the back of your neck. You do your best to ignore the way your heart speeds up in his vicinity, and the way he places his arm on the desk, caging you in from one side.

“I think we should also remove some of the riffs. It makes the song sound too heavy for something spring-themed,” he adds, biting the inside of his cheek in thought. “It’s about love that blooms slowly over time, not a fast-paced summer fling.”

Humming, you nod. “I guess you’re right.”

“I think we could finish this by Friday, and then we can start working on recruiting band members.”

“That sounds great, but I’m only free until four on Friday.”

“Me too, actually. To support a friend. Apparently, I gotta meet and I quote: the love of his life. Said he needs it to be casual or something.”

“Probably doesn’t want to come off too strong on the love of his life.” You imitate Kai’s voice as you say the last part, and the boy chuckles, nodding.

“I’ll be honest, though, I’ve never seen him be this excited about a person. Not since his last breakup, at least,” Kai shares, smiling to himself. There is a glint of happiness for his friend in his eye as he looks at you.

Forgetting how close he is to you, you make the mistake of turning your head in his direction, meeting his gaze from barely a few centimeters. His eyes briefly flicker to your lips, but it happens in a matter of seconds that make you wonder if you haven’t made it up.

“What about you?” you ask, your attention back on the screen of your laptop.

“What do you mean?” Kai tilts his head, brows furrowed.

“Don’t you have any exes you’re trying to get over?” you question a bit too eagerly, but Kai doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, he chuckles dismissively and shakes his head.

“God, no,” he replies. “I’ve never dated anyone before. And I think it’s for the better.”

“Really? You never liked someone?” You fight the urge to look Kai in the eye because he has yet to move back, and you cannot handle staring down at him from such a close distance again.

“I mean… it’s not that I didn’t want to. I guess it just never felt right, you know?” Kai shrugs, finally stepping back from you, giving you the space to properly breathe. “I’ve had people confess to me before, but I’m not exactly someone who’d go for it just because someone showed interest. I can’t do it if my heart isn’t in it.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you keep quiet. He isn’t wrong. You completely understand his point because that is exactly what you think as well. Though it doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t have this mindset before, and swore off dating because of it, too. Why are you still getting affected by something an asshole had done ages ago?

You should’ve been able to move on by now. But it’s so hard to trust people.

“Are you okay?” Kai asks after a minute of silence.

“What?” You blink. “Oh, yes, I’m fine. I was just… thinking, I guess. Sorry.”

“Thinking about what?” Kai laughs softly, an unidentifiable emotion flashing in his eyes.

“Just… that you’re not wrong.” You press your lips together, running a hand through your hair. “Dating someone you don’t actually like is not a good idea.” You should never have given in to your ex-boyfriend just because he was persistently chasing you.

“So I’m guessing you are dealing with an ex,” Kai says, his tone reassuring. “That bad, huh?”

“If pretending to like me for months just to get to fuck me is bad then yes, you could say that.”

“What.” Kai’s eyes widened, disgusted shock contorting his features. “Did—”

“No, actually. That’s the funny part, I guess,” you reply, a self-deprecating laugh escaping your lips. “I shouldn’t be so hung up on a guy I wasn’t even that interested in, right? Like, I was just entertaining him because he said he liked me.”

“Man, that’s insane.” Kai sighs in disbelief, running a hand through his hair before you feel both his hands on your shoulders, squeezing reassuringly. “That can totally mess with your trust.”

A smile forms on your lips. The way Kai understands spreads warmth through your chest, and you lean back, more into his touch — into him.

“If I’d known you earlier, I would totally teach that guy a lesson,” he says under his breath, and you giggle quietly, your hand reaching up to rest on the top of his on one of your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you say softly. “But I may have roughed him up a bit myself when I found out…” you admit, averting your gaze to the ground.

“Good!” Kai exclaims, another low chuckle leaving his lips. “Wait… you’re the ex who broke some music major’s ribs!” The realization comes to him slowly, eyes crinkling with sheer amusement at the thought. “I always knew there was a story behind it.”

“Yeah…” You nod, biting your lip. “That is me, I guess. The crazy ex. Yay.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy,” Kai says, his hands still a heavy weight on your shoulders. “I never thought you were crazy since I first heard about it, anyway. And now I think you just had a reasonable reaction to finding out that someone you chose to trust betrayed it…”

[14:24] KARA lunatic: MAN [14:24] KARA lunatic: this is so messed up [14:24] you: what is? [14:25] KARA lunatic: t1’s playing against g2 today and i can’t watch [14:25] KARA lunatic: this is HELLL [14:25] KARA lunatic: what sins am i being punished for [14:26] you: why can’t you watch? [14:28] KARA lunatic: i’m being forced into society tonight [14:28] KARA lunatic: pray for me [14:30] you: you’re so dramatic

The finished song sounds better than you expected. It’s calm, yet energetic, capturing the beginning of a slow, yet powerful love story. In a way, it is exactly the type of song you would associate with Kai, so it only makes sense that he was the one helping you make it.

“What time is it?” he asks when you finally click the send button, sharing the song file with your professor.

Checking the clock, it seems to be about time to start packing up for your meet with Yeonjun. “We’ll have to go, I think,” you say, pursing your lips.

“I thought so. Where are you heading? Maybe I can walk you before I have to make an appearance with my friends,” Kai suggests, crossing the music room to grab his denim jacket.

“The Chinese restaurant near campus. Not that far away, so I’ll be fine.” You wave your hand dismissively, but Kai stops mid-putting-on his jacket, tilting his head to the side.

“I’m actually also heading there, though.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Kai smiles, shrugging on the jacket. “So I get to walk you regardless.”

“I suppose that’s how fate wants it.” You chuckle, throwing your laptop inside your shoulder bag.

“Is your friend the punctual kind?” you ask in front of the restaurant.

Kai shrugs in response. “Not usually. But I think he might be for this one.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he’s not entirely sure if he likes the idea of you meeting up with another guy — someone he doesn’t know. But at least he’ll be in the same restaurant.

“Alright then.”

Nodding, you walk inside the restaurant together. Choi Yeonjun sits inside a booth with two other guys, their backs facing you. Spotting him inside the packed restaurant is far too easy, and you hate the way your heart skips a beat when you see him laugh at something his friend has said.

“Oh, I see my friend,” Kai says, just as Yeonjun stands up because he noticed you. “Yeon–”

“Y/N!” Yeonjun exclaims giddily, waving you over. Though his excitement quickly turns into confusion once he notices Kai standing next to you, his brows furrowing.

You glance at Kai. “Don’t tell me—”

“Yeonjun is the guy you’re meeting?”

“Yeonjun is the guy who said I’m the love of his life?”

Kai faces you, nodding slowly. But when you look back at Yeonjun, it only gets worse. His two friends have stood up, too, and when they turn, you recognize both of them, too.

Choi Beomgyu.

Kang Taehyun.

And then someone rushes inside the restaurant, nearly body-slamming into you because he’s busy staring at his phone.

“Soobin?” Your lips part as you gape at the tall guy.

“Y/N?” He looks at you. Then his eyes fly over to the boy standing next to you. “Kai?”

“You know each other?” Both boys question with their eyes wide while they stare between you and the other.

“Holy shit,” you murmur.

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feelfreetopleasemexo · 1 month ago

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Star-whores (Bakugoxreader - he asks her to dress up for him.)

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If there’s one undeniable truth about Katsuki Bakugo, it’s that he’s beyond dominant. In every aspect of his life, he is the leader and always has been, ever since childhood. If he wanted something, he got it, if he was challenged he would win, no matter the cost he would come out on top.

After classes, your usual routine would be to both hang out in either kirishima or Kaminaris room, all fuck about playing games, teasing each other or eating food, then when the night grew darker, shuffling back to either yours or his bed. But tonight? Tonight he wanted to go straight to your room.

“Cm,ere. I wanna try something.” As soon as you walked through the dorms front doors, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to your room. Kicking the door nearly off its hinges, you started to feel the nervousness grow in your stomach. Was this the night he was going to ask for something particularly dangerous in the bedroom? Some deeply disturbing sexual fantasy he’d dreamt about, and had now suddenly mustered up the courage to ask for it? You gulped as he sat on your bed and patted his thighs for you to take your usual seat.

As you approached him, you sat down nervously and wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face instantly in the nook of his neck. He traced circles on your back under your shirt, and as his rough, burnt fingers slide slightly lower around your hips you bucked back and push his hands off.

“What’s got you all nervous? Dont you wanna fuck around like usual?” His voice sharp, to the point, but with softness laced delicately underneath.

“What did you….yano, wanna try then?” You tried to sound your usual cocky self, but no matter how hard you tried, he always saw straight through you. He pulled your head back into his neck and squeezed his arm around you in a tender yet possessive cuddle.

“Im not going to set you on fire.” He smirked, smelling the fact you used the new shampoo he insisted you buy last week, and cuddled you slightly tighter. You let out a small giggle, impressed he could tell you were worried bout a fantasy, but still slightly concerned it jumped straight to being set alight.

“Look, it’s in my bag, wait here.” He threw you playfully over his shoulder letting you bramble into your squishmellow army that protected your bed. As he walked back towards you, you could see he was holding a large bag behind his back. He quickly threw it at you and turned around, letting you open it without being watched. You pulled out a bra that was a weird brownygreen that looked like it had a golden vine clawing up it, and then a dark red cloth thing that was attached to a golden thong. Puzzled, you then pulled out golden thick cuffs that looked like they were from medieval times… peaking at you from the corner of his eye, his laugh started to growl lowly from his lips. As you looked up at him holding the strange pieces in your hands, your confusion made his laugh bellow from his throat, almost making him cry actual tears.

“You don’t know what it’s from do you?” He snickered, trying to contain himself.

“Um….i dont even what it is, let alone what it’s….from?”

“Bring her to me.” He quotes in a very strange, gargled voice. Your confusion only worsens as his smirk grows wilder. You whisper ‘what the fuck’ under your breath.

“Just put it on. You’ll see. Princess.” With that he winks, clicks his tongue then turns back around.

You try your best to put the strange things on, eventually realising it’s meant to be some kind of sexy underwear set, maybe? As you think you’ve finished, you suddenly click once the shackles are on.

“It’s fucking Star Wars isn’t it….” His laugh made him throw his head back as he asks if you’re ready yet, desperately trying not to swing his head back already. “Eeeer, I think so?”

He spins around slowly and as he sees you stood there in the Princess Leia slave outfit, his jaw immediately drops. He’s usually such a charismatic, cool, laid back guy when it comes to seeing you dressed up, but right now? His inner nerd was freaking the fuck out. He almost immediately rushed and tackled you to the bed. The force of his kiss almost suffocating you, his hands wildly reaching over your body, nearly ripping the fabric off of you already. As he caressed you, you could feel his cock already rock hard pressing into your pelvis, with such a force that you were almost adamant he was going to break through his school trousers. Suddenly he flips you over, hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth as he digs his nails into your sides. This passion, this aggression, it usually didn’t peak until he was actually inside of you, so it shocked you slightly as he began to leave bites marks all over your neck and chest.

Suddenly, a large knock at your door interrupted his moans.

“Fuck off extra. We’re busy.” He said, your flesh still between his teeth. As he was saying this, the door flung open and kirishima and kaminari fell into your room. They both stood there stunned at the sight of princess leia straddling Bakugo. You shot up, turned around and screamed at them to leave, trying your best to cover your tits from leaking out of the weird bra thing. Bakugo just swung his hands behind his head, proudly showing off to his two best friends that his girlfriend indeed agreed to wear the outfit. They both tried to cover their eyes and scramble out of your room, bumping into each other, the wall them your door, behind Kaminari poked his head around the door again and gawked at you. You threw a plushie at his head as he then slammed the door shut. Bakugo could not contain his pride, smiling up at you like he was the king of the world, as he flexed his biceps under his head.

“They both owe me a tenner now.” He smirked, seemingly so proud that not only did you agree to wear it, but he had undeniable, concrete proof that you did so. You smashed his chest with your fist in embarrassment, but before it connected he grabbed your wrist and tightly squeezed it, making you let out a small yelp.

“Now now, that’s not what slaves do. And if they did….” He flings you around so you’re under him again, growling an inch away from your throat. “They’d get punished.”

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tora-the-cat · 2 months ago

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Overall feelings on the Shikamaru book…..I kinda liked the first half because it felt like it was at least building to an actual conflict with an interesting but easy pay off. and then as soon as we got to sound it all started going downhill almost immediately. also Yano can NOT write ANYONE except Shikamaru Nara, which was both a blessing and a curse, cause the biggest takeaway from the book as a whole is more solid Shikamaru characterization, which to ME is worth it just cause I feel like I can actually write him now, but. many sacrifices were made along the way. and even the interesting stuff he did with Shikamaru (bisexuality, Danzou kinnie, kind of a grumpy old man of 19 years) were. on accident. I might read it again and referance back to it for blank period reasons, but overall it ended up feeling like a waste of time, barely worth the time it took to read. Shout out to @evilkitten3 for toughing it out and reading along with me or I don't think I would've read past Temari crying in the middle of a public hallway lmao. thank youuuu

#avi listen I know we finished the book probably literal months ago. we're probably on book 2 or 3. but shhh dwbi. just a queue <3 #shikamaru hiden

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mirai-e-jump · 1 year ago

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Masato Yano Photobook: TONE (translations and select pages below)

Publication: March 15, 2024

Masato Yano's 132 Q&A About 13 years ago, "Masato Yano's Style Photobook" was published with a Q&A. Now, a 32 year old Masato Yano answers nearly the same questions again.

1) What's your nickname? Yanocchi, Masanii, Masati

2) When were you born? December 16, 1991

3) What's your blood type? Type B

4) Your zodiac sign? Sagittarius

5) What size family are you from? I come from a family of 4

6) How tall are you? 173cm

7) Your shoe size? 26.5cm

8) What are some of your strengths? My jokes

9) How do you spend your days off? I'll drink the night before, go to the gym

10) What subjects were you worst at? Math and history

11) What are your favorite foods? Sushi and tsukemen

12) What's your assessment of your own personality? I'm easily obsessive and bored. I'm actually shy, but I'm trying my best so you don't think that way (laughs)

13) What are some of your weaknesses? I'm not good at remembering things like people's birthdays or names

14) What are you proud of? That I made my debut in "Shintokumaru"

15) What's your favorite color? Red and white

16) What type of woman do you like? Someone with a good core, someone who eats beautifully

17) What instruments can you play? None

18) What's your special skill? That I can guess who someone is just by their voice

19) What's your best feature? My double eyelids

20) What do you wish would disappear from the world? War

21) The first impressions that are often said about you? That I look scary

22) The person that you respect? Tsumabuki Satoshi-san and Fujiwara Tatsuya-san

23) What do you have a habit of saying? "~nanoyo" and "oh no"

24) Your least favorite type? Someone who only talks about themself

25) What's your treasure? The wallet I received from Tsumabuki-san

26) The ideal self that you desire to be? I want to be liked by many people

27) What's your "theme song"? Recently it's been that I'm the "most powerful king"

28) Your favorite artists? WATWING, the Carpenters, Eric Clapton, GENERATIONS

29) What do you do when you first wake up in the morning? Put on my glasses

30) What do you do right before bed? Put on the radio

31) What habits do you do unconsciously? Touch my nose, do things like suck on the end of a straw

32) What do you usually perform at karaoke? I tend to sing alot by SMAP

33) What foods do you not like? Shiitake mushrooms

34) What's your favorite thing to drink? Mets Grapefruit

35) What was the first CD you ever bought? Jet Coaster Romance by KinKi Kids

36) What do you like to watch and what's your favorite anime? Great Pretender, soccer games

37) How long does it take for you to bathe? 1 hour

38) What's your favorite season? I don't do well with heat

39) When do your emotions become intense? They don't

40) What are your hobbies? Muscle training

41) Do you cry easily? When I feel like it

42) Do you have a pet? What's it's name? I had one. It was a cat named Chaco

43) How many children do you want? I want two. A boy and a girl

44) What's the first thing you look at when entering a convenience store? The bento corner

45) What do you usually buy from a convenience store? Water and spicy ramen

46) What really makes you angry? Nothing much

47) What's the number one thing you want right now? Muscles! (laughs)

48) What have you been secretly interested in recently? The Korean language

49) What's the one thing you'd take to a deserted island? A lighter

50) How do you relax at home? Burn incense and listen to some records

51) What's necessary for world peace? Love

52) What do you wonder about? Why is there a Ladies Day, but not a Men's Day?

53) What would you do if the world ended today? I'd overdo things as usual

54) S? M? I wouldn't say I'm an M💦

55) What's your phone background? Currently it's King-Ohger (for the past 2 months)

56) What animal would you compare yourself to? Some kind of reptilian I guess

57) What are you into these days? Cilantro

58) What do you like to collect? Miniature food sets

59) What's your favorite scent? White musk types, Savon by SHIRO

60) What's something expensive that you bought recently? A vintage varsity jacket

61) How often do you go out shopping? At the very least I go out once a month

62) Can you cook? I do it often

63) What kind of present would you be happy to get from a friend? I'd be happy with anything

64) What would make a girl happy if you gave her a present? Aesop

65) What's your fetish? Legs

66) What would the ideal confession be? Saying it on the way back home after going out for meals a few times

67) At what age do you want to marry by? Hopefully by 40 (laughs)

68) What's something good you do for your body? I go to the gym

69) What's something you always have on you? Chapstick

70) What's the ideal spot for a date? A buffet

71) Which do you prefer? The sea or the mountains? Both the sea and mountains have alot of bugs

72) What scares you? Roller coasters, horror, cockroaches

73) When does your excitement rise? When my work goes well

74) What's your favorite place? Home

75) What's your favorite store? It's a secret ❤️

76) Are you a meat eater? Vegetarian? Are you a fan of cabbage rolls? I eat bugs

77) What's your favorite onigiri topping? Salmon roe

78) What do you usually get at a cafe? I don't go to cafes

79) What's something tasty you've eaten recently? The umeboshi Fukuyama-kun gave me

80) What have you been paranoid about recently? That a big earthquake will hit Tokyo

81) Where do you start washing your body from? My head

82) What's your favorite type of fashion? Things that give off an "American casual" feel

83) At what moment do you fall in love with someone? Sometimes it's not really apparent

84) What words make you happy to hear? "Your performance was good"

85) What's your favorite movie? Grave of the Fireflies

86) What person do you really want to meet right now? Ninagawa-san

87) What's something that's alittle luxurious? Sushi that doesn't come from a conveyor belt

88) How would you describe yourself with a single (kanji) character? "Think," because no matter what I do or say, I have alot to think about.

89) How long does it take you to get up in the morning and leave your house? On a work day it takes 20 minutes. I usually don't go out on my days off (laughs)

90) What changes your mood? When I'm left out

91) What would you consider (if they did) to be cheating on you? If they did a deep kiss (laughs)

92) Are you sensitive to the heat? To the cold? I don't like either

93) Emails or phone calls, which is better? Writing is best

94) What do you frequently use on your phone? Instagram, Twitter, Uber

95) How old were you when you first fell in love? What kind of person were they? It was a kid who lived in my neighborhood when I was in my second year of elementary school.

96) What gestures do women do that make you feel excited? When they put their hair behind one ear

97) Are you enjoying work right now? I want to have fun (laughs)

98) What's your favorite TV program? Programs that only feature comedians

99) What's your favorite sport? Soccer

100) What's your least favorite sport? Baseball

101) Are you the type of person who likes park rides that cause you to scream? I don't do well with them, but if I'm asked to ride one, I will (laughs)

102) Are you good at athletics? I think I'm a good at it

103) What do you take photos of? Tsukemen and sushi

104) What's your favorite flower? Gerbera

105) What's your favorite event of the year? It's New Year's Eve, I'll have a party with my friends and we'll eat alot

106) What's your top 3 favorite stalls at a festival? Beef skewers is #3, grilled squid is #2, okonomiyaki is #1

107) What was your most stressful experience? Performing on opening day for Shintokumaru

108) Your favorite donburi? Beef bowl

109) Are you good with your hands? I wonder~?

110) How long do you sleep in a day? About 3-7 hours. I sleep alot longer on days when I don't work

111) Is your sleeping position good? I think it's okay

112) What's your favorite ramen? I love tsukemen. I have a "cat's tongue" though

113) What color would you compare yourself to? Purple

114) Do you like scary stories? I don't like them in any way (laughs)

115) What subjects were you best at? Gym and art

116) What club activities were you involved in? The soccer club in middle school and the dance club in high school

117) If you were reborn, would you rather be male or female? I'd still want to be male

118) What part time jobs have you had? A bread factory, an Izakaya, a festival stall

119) What do you want to do when you're 40? Meet fans at events

120) What were your favorite school lunches? Nanbanzuke, meat sauce

121) Have you ever seen a ghost? I might've (laughs)

122) What's something you'd like to try that you've never experienced before? Travel overseas

123) Where would you like to take a trip to? Hot springs, Korea, Italy

124) What's your favorite ride at an amusement park? The exploration based ones

125) How many times in one day do you send emails? Currently, I exchange about 30-50 LINE's a day

126) Were you the type of person who finished their Summer homework early? I always felt like I was rushing to finish it at the last second💦

127) Are you more likely to arrive early for a meet up? Or do you arrive late? For work I'm early, in my private life I'm late

128) If you want to go out with someone, how many years older are you okay with? I've never thought about it in terms of age

129) What's an essential item you need when traveling? Earphones

130) What do you do when you can't sleep at night? There are so many things that I'll just give up. I actually thought about this questionnaire when I couldn't sleep (laughs)

131) What do you think about while brushing your teeth? I imagine that there's red paint on my teeth, and then I'll imagine how I have to get it off

132) If you only had one week left to live, what would you do? I'd eat a bunch of the foods I like. I'd meet up with the people I like as much as possible. I'd leave a secret audio farewell message for everyone

#smap and kinki kids...yano-chan my king 🤝#some of these questions though 💀#toku cast #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #super sentai #masato yano #yano masato #racules husty #racles husty #my scans #my translation #ohsama sentai king ohger #king ohger #toku cast pb #as a personal photobook I didn't want to scan all pages #I just did a few of my favorites #note: I misunderstood the context to one question #please check the notes

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massivemochi · 6 months ago

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A Year Full of Hopes With the Nijigaku Members♪

(This article was published in Love Live! Days April 2024 Extra Issue: Love Live! Days Nijigasaki SPECIAL 2024 WINTER, released February 29, 2024)

A Year Full of Hopes With the Nijigaku Members♪

A new single to recharge your energy, “New Year's March!/Radio Taisou Daiichi (New Year's March!/Radio Calisthenics 1),” is now on sale! The 12 cast members talk about “New Year's March” and the charm of the new song. Hinaki Yano, who plays Yu Takasaki, appears with a comment on “Radio Taisou Daiichi"!

✦ CD Information ✦ Love Live! School Idol Festival 2 MIRACLE LIVE! Collaboration Single_type-A New Year's March!/Radio Taisou Daiichi (Nijigasaki High School Idol Club Ver.) ■ Release Date: January 24, 2024 ■ Price: ¥1,430 (10% tax included)

January: Chiemi Tanaka (Rina Tennoji)

There are exactly 12 school idols in Nijigasaki, so it's perfect! It's a really enjoyable song that makes you want to sing along and cheerfully welcome the new year. Rina-chan's in charge of January, and as the lyrics say, it's truly a new start! You can rest well through New Year's and feel ready to work hard again this year. I'm also making a lot of goals, and I hope I can make them come true!

February: Natsumi Murakami (Ai Miyashita)

For me, the song that almost made me cry the most at the 6th Live was “New Year's March!" It was surprising even to me, but I think the beginning of something like a new year brings both anticipation and uncertainty. But when all the members sang this song together from January to December and Yuyu and everyone watching started to call out, I was so happy I felt like I was going to cry because I knew it'd be another fun year for sure (lol). Ai's part for February has a cute pun, and I love it!

March: Mayu Sagara (Kasumi Nakasu)

Dividing the year and the 12 months by each member for a song is something only Nijigasaki can do, and I feel this song could only be sung by us! Each of us is assigned a month, and Kasumin's in charge of March! March is Hinamatsuri! I'm glad cute little Kasumin gets to be in charge of the month of Hinamatsuri! Personally, I have the impression March is a month of meetings and partings, with graduation and such, but when I listen to this song, I feel like I'm spending a whole year with Nijigasaki, which makes me happy!

April: Aguri Onishi (Ayumu Uehara)

It's a really cute song I could imagine everyone singing as they march like marching band conductors. I want you to be a part of this march with us! Ayumu-chan's in charge of April, and I think it's perfect for her because it's an important month for the beginning of new things. If you start something new when you're with Ayumu-chan, I'm sure she'll give you a push on the back and the strength to work hard.

May: Moeka Koizumi (Shioriko Mifune)

It's too genius to have each of the 12 members sing the 12 months! Moreover, the content of each of them was super clear and perfect for each member. We performed it for the first time at the Kanagawa performance of the 6th Live, and I'm glad we were able to sing it in January when the timing was good. I'm looking forward to spending another fun-filled year with you all!

June: Kaori Maeda (Shizuku Osaka)

From the moment I heard it, I was impressed by how much I liked it! It's cheerful yet somehow tearjerking and full of the good qualities of Nijigasaki. The lyric “We'll be together 365 days!" is great, and the solo parts are like a calendar, so you can see everyone in Nijigasaki whenever you listen to it. It's a wonderful song that makes me feel like 2024 will be the best year yet. In terms of seasonal memories, I love spring! Partly because both myself and Shizuku-chan were born in spring, but also because I enjoyed seeing the cherry blossoms! It's nice to feel the warmth of spring and the atmosphere of something beginning.

July: Shu Uchida (Mia Taylor)

"New Year's March!” really matches the members and the vibe of each of their assigned months, making it a song that feels unique to Nijigasaki. Mia-chan's in charge of July, and I thought the refreshing feeling of summer and the twinkling stars in the night sky on Tanabata were perfect for her. The other cast members were humming Mia-chan's part during rehearsals, so I felt the melody and mix of good English and Japanese were very catchy and memorable!

August: Akari Kito (Kanata Konoe)

I love the lyrics, which are so cute, and I can picture each member having fun in each month. The month Kanata's in charge of, August, has an image of "The peak of summer! Beaches, pools, and the sun!" but I thought it was really nice and like her to mention snoozing on the porch. I also like to take naps on the porch at my grandma's house, so I sang it while thinking, “I know what you mean!"

September: Miyu Kubota (Karin Asaka)

When I received the song materials, I thought, “How genius is it that they assign each of the 12 members to sing a month from January to December!?" Karin-chan's in charge of September, and the lyrics include the phrase “night of the full moon.” In another song, "Sweet Eyes," she sings the phrase “the scent of night,” so I guess she must be a girl who's suited to the night (lol). I don't usually eat hamburgers, but I look forward to the moon-viewing burgers that go on sale this time of year so much every year!!!

October: Coco Hayashi (Setsuna Yuki)

It's a song that lets you imagine spending an exciting year with everyone in Nijigaku! Since it's a march, it's a fun song with a rhythm that makes you want to skip. Setsuna's in charge of October, and I think the words “with all my might” and “our passionate feelings don't stop” are typical of her as a serious school idol. I like to picture her running with a smile, all fired up for sports day! I was in the brass band when I was a student, and I once played the drum major during sports day. They lead and conduct the march! I think that's why I was able to sing “New Year's March!” with even more enthusiasm than usual!

November: Maria Sashide (Emma Verde)

I often listen to songs associated with each season, but it was refreshing to sing a song about the year! When I first heard about the concept of the 12 school idols singing the 12 months, I was impressed at how well it suited Nijigasaki! I think it's a song only we could've made! The lyrics for each season are also unique, such as “Eating roasted sweet potatoes warms the heart,” and it's cute how they reflect that girl's personality! It's an exciting song that makes you wonder what will happen in the coming year, so I hope everyone will listen to it while looking forward to Nijigasaki's future activities!

December: Akina Homoto (Lanzhu Zhong)

When I first heard the song, I thought it was astoundingly genius how each member could be assigned exactly 1 month (lol). I feel it contains the message of wanting to spend the year doing lots of fun things together, both to each other and from the members to “you,” and that's why I was so happy to be able to deliver it to everyone at the turn of the year. I think it fits perfectly with the theme of the concert. Lanzhu-chan's in charge of December, and she really loves to “party,” so I hope she'll have a Christmas party with everyone, just like in the lyrics, and eat lots of meat, her favorite food. Please listen to this song as often as you like!

COMMENT from YANO HINAKI: Let's Try Radio Calisthenics With Yu's Voice!

✦ CD Information ✦ Love Live! School Idol Festival 2 MIRACLE LIVE! Collaboration Single_type-B New Year's March!/Radio Taisou Daiichi (Nijigasaki High School Idol Club Ver.) ■ Release Date: January 24, 2024 ■ Price: ¥1,430 (10% tax included) ■ Contents (Same between type-A/B): 01. New Year's March! Singer: Nijigasaki High School Idol Club, Composer/Arranger/Lyricist: Ayumu Nakamura, Hiroto Kikuchi 02. Radio Taisou Daiichi (Nijigasaki High School Idol Club Ver.) Voice: Yu Takasaki (CV. Hinaki Yano), Composer: Tadashi Hattori 03. New Year's March! (Off Vocal) 04. Radio Taisou Daiichi (Nijigasaki High School Idol Club Ver.) (Off Vocal)

Hinaki Yano (Yu Takasaki)

I was surprised to hear I was going to record the radio calisthenics! (lol) But I thought this would give me more opportunities to do radio calisthenics with you, and if we do it together, we can loosen up our bodies in a healthy way, so it's killing two birds with one stone… or even three birds! I recorded it as if Yu-chan was doing the exercises with you, so please pay attention to her voice.

#love live #love live nijigasaki #nijigasaki #translation

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mari24ani · 5 months ago

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There are a lot of songs in Given and each of them will find its own response in the soul. For example, I like Marutsuke, Bokura dake no Shudaika, Yoru ga akeru, Stage kara kimi ni sasagu, Uragawa no sonzai and... Perhaps I can’t remember the rest right away, but Fuyu No Hanashi will always take first place in the hall of fame. No matter how sad, tearful, painful it is and no matter how it hits the heart from the realization of what is hidden in it, it's undoubtedly beautiful. Centimillimental did a good job with it, coming up with heart-rending lyric, and Mafuyu - that is, Shogo Yano - performed it well, so that it became clear that this is a “screaming” song, as if a piece of flesh or heart is being torn from you (sorry, I'm exaggerating). It's a painful process, but it hurts all of us when we are forced to part with the past. Or a loved one. It hurts even more when this happens because of our recklessness and irascibility.

-- Spoilers are possible next --

This is the song I couldn't listen to calmly when I remembered how Mafuyu shared that he saw Yuki everywhere, but he wasn't there and how painful it was from the desire to give and receive forgiveness... I couldn't listen, but at the same time, I constantly put it on repeat for two weeks, so I almost learned the lyrics.

The song exists in two versions: the studio version and the anime version, where Mafuyu first goes on stage, singing with an echo. And you know? I like this version much more. It seems to me... It is more expressive, although there seems to be no particular difference between it and the studio version, but in the anime I was really touched by those "screaming" moments when you felt the tension with every cell of your body along with Mafuyu. How difficult it was for him to perform this song, admit his guilt... And let go. One of the strongest moments in the anime... Those who have seen it will understand what I mean.

A few days ago, I found a video of Shogo Yano and Centimilimental performing this song live. The only thing I couldn't believe was how this 30-year-old boy with a red guitar could realistically voice a 16-year-old teenager with a red guitar, as if Yano-san was 16!xD:”D Well, I should have gotten used to it by now, but... I'm still surprised.

In one of the comments under this video, someone wrote "Evil geniuses who make us cry." And it's true.

Someone also mentioned that the line "Then will you die for me?" said by Mafuyu in a fit of anger completely breaks you and makes you shed tears again, even if you know everything in advance.

#given #Anime #breaking heart #angst #fuyu no hanashi #mafuyu sato #Shogo Yano #Centimillimental #Spoiler #shounen ai #Youtube #SoundCloud

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nug-chuohku · 4 months ago

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Don’t Venti at Me! - EB VS SZ Drama Track

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~ No use Crying ~

【 Chuohku Cafe 】

Ting-a-ling!

Barista: Oh, we are about to close…!

Yano: We’re just grabbing something quick. Hurry up, old man.

Kensaku: Huh? We shouldn’t bother…

The two ECO BooN members strolled into the empty cafe. Yano looking irritated having tolerated a bunch of dad jokes the entire journey there, however Kensaku who was heartily laughing along had a worried expression upon hearing Yano dismiss the woman’s statement. Thankfully, the barista took a second to debate it and then shrugged.

Barista: If it’s just a few orders, I don’t mind!

Happily, Kensaku apologized and thanked the woman before the two began to converse through Ken’s order. As she finished writing on a to-go cup and completed the transaction, the barista suddenly squinted at Kensaku, then glanced over to Yano.

Barista: Say… Are you two participating in the upcoming Division Rap Battle?

Kensaku: Yeah? How did you know?

Barista: Men aren’t usually customers here. Chuohku laws and all that.

Kensaku: Right! Right… I guess that makes sense.

The woman laughs at Kensaku’s nervous reaction, moving around behind the counter to fix up his drink.

Barista: Plus, you two don’t look like the stage types. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen you two before… What division are you representing?

Kensaku: Ah… We’re from Toyama City. A little ironic that a couple of countryside guys are competing in a rap tournament, huh?

Barista: No, not at all! I came from Asashi actually!

Kensaku: No kidding? How unlucky that you got us idiots representing your home division…

Yano: Hey, don’t put me down too!

Kensaku: What? We lucked out making it this far!

Again, the barista laughs with Kensaku, setting down the cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Barista: I didn’t even know that they made a division over there. But if that means you’re representing lesser known divisions, I… I wish your team luck!

Both Kensaku and Yano stared in surprise at her words of encouragement, a little uncertain about how to react. But very quickly, Kensaku let out a big smile and Yano seemed to blush and turn his face away. Together in their own ways, they gave their thanks to the woman and walked back outside.

Kensaku: That was surprisingly sweet!

Yano: Y…Yeah.

Kensaku: And you know what? I don’t think I feel like drinking coffee anymore.

Yano: Yeah… W-Wait what?! We came all this way for that and you suddenly-

Kensaku: Well yeah! I wanted to get it because I was nervous about tomorrow.

Yano freezes at Kensaku’s admission. Looking up at him, he watched Kensaku hold his drink, a strangely somber look on his face.

Kensaku: I really did mean it when I said we got lucky making it this far. Nobody really knows about our team or the little fights we’ve gone through. But when people learn about us and discover they love us for who we are and what we fight for…

Kensaku looks over at the silent Yano and smiles.

Kensaku: …It feels nice. To know we have people like her who support us.

Yano: …

Kensaku: Sorry, was that too sweet? Maybe I should have gotten my coffee black.

The artist could only blanch at the unexpected pun.

Yano: Why can’t you be serious for one second?! That was the most human you’ve been and then you’re just-

Kensaku: Come on! It was good, right?

Yano: Augh! Wh…Hey, isn’t that?

The Toyama men suddenly come face to face with their opposing Suginami team. Each person began to express their irritation seeing each other, letting their comments acknowledge their presence.

Maki: It’s ECO BooN… Or at least most of them.

Shuu: Yano! Are you stalking me? That’s not very nice!

Yano: Ugh… The Zombeez are here.

Kensaku: Yano-kun, don’t be rude.

Yano: What? That little prick interrupted an important meeting I was having!

Shuu: That was a meeting? Why would you have a meeting with Ramuda Amemura? And in an alleyway? You weirdo!

Kensaku: Ramuda…?

Suddenly, it felt like Shuu had started to pry at something Yano was not ready to confront. Especially with how Kensaku tested the name on his tongue, familiarity resounding in his tone, it made Yano somewhat panic.

Yano: W-Well what were you doing out so late? Are you digging into someone else’s business like usual?

At that comment, Maki appeared tense and looked over at his partner with distrust.

Maki: Is that true?

Shuu: Huh? I-I mean… Kinda? But it’s not like you and Ryu-Ryu weren’t doing the same.

Maki: Hmph. You have a point there.

Looking back at the two men, Maki coldly looked between the two men, before settling on his eyes at the cup Kensaku was holding. Upon seeing it, he let out an irritated sigh.

Maki: We can settle our differences tomorrow at the competition. If you two will let us pass, we are getting ourselves some drinks.

Kensaku: If you’re looking for coffee, we gotta warn you two that the coffee shop back there just closed.

Shuu: What~?! Are you being serious, old man? Boo~!

For a moment, it looked like Kensaku was about to lightly scold Shuu for his comment only for Yano to step in unexpectedly and defend Kensaku on his own.

Yano: Hey, watch it pipsqueak. He’s just warning you two to be nice. Now get moving.

Maki: There’s no need to threaten us.

Yano: Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, you lanky freak?

Maki: Someone ought to teach you some manners.

Yano: Then fucking do it.

Maki: Excuse me?

Yano: Teach me some manners, four-eyes!

Kensaku: Yano, calm down-

Yano: No, this little pipsqueak keeps barging into my business and now tallass wants to threaten me?!

Kensaku looks disturbed at the anger Yano is expressing. Sure, Yano was very emotional in general, but something felt wrong. Yano wasn’t one to initiate a fight without good reason. And it felt like he was creating a mountain out of a molehill at the moment. A skyrocketing mountain at that.

Kensaku: Look, I can agree with Umemoto sensei that we need to settle this tomorrow. So Yano, let’s go. Now.

Clenching his jaw, Yano glared up at Maki through frustrated tears. Still, he allowed Kensaku to wrap an arm around his shoulder as the doctor attempted to push through the two of them. Surprisingly to the group, Maki didn’t budge. He in fact stood in their way.

Kensaku: Excuse us…?

Maki: No, you two are not excused.

Shuu: Sensei?

Maki: I need him to apologize. To the both of us.

That seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as Yano suddenly whips his microphone, tears flowing and teeth gritted in unadulterated frustration.

Yano: That’s it, I’m going to beat you senseless!

A flip of the switch and Yano’s microphone is activated in a flash. The glass tendrils of his speakers whip the group away in different directions as a heated electro-swing beat starts to play from them.

Yano:

Go ballistic!

No more holding back, it’s a full-on bloody rampage attack

Toss out your ideas, fuck everything planned, just throw whatever you got in your hand

Go ballistic!

It’s over for your sorry ass, you shoulda thought twice before starting a spat

Cuz the last thing you’re gonna be asking for is some speck of pity from this Y-STARR!

As the two Sazanka Zombeez are blown back, they each gather their microphones in a huff.

Shuu: Look at what you’ve gotten us into, sensei!

Maki: Quit your griping, this brat needs to be taught a lesson.

One by one, Maki then Shuu’s microphones activate with each respective speaker materializing behind them. Then, Maki steps forward with his verse already beginning to flow.

Maki:

Sniffle sniffle, yap yap wannabe gangsters, just dancing about like ticking disasters

The result is a snotty brat, a stupid brat, someone who’s bout to get put in a fucking cast

I fight every day just to spit these lyrics, just so don’t have to go around throwing out some hits

Shadows behind back me up for what lies ahead in the dark

Shuu: We’re really doing this huh? I’m so sorry, Yan-chan…

Shuu:

Hey, hey, almighty god! Help us put this big baby in his place,

Save our poor little team from harm, so we can bash in his face

Ah, ah, such a pain! Sensei’s won’t stop yanking my chain

Yanking over here and yanking over there, it’s fine, you can rely on me again!

While Yano seems to stagger back from the blows, he doesn’t seem to be backing down in the slightest. Yet Kensaku can see that despite how easy going Shuu’s lyrics were, it appeared he was setting the stage for an even bigger attack.

Shuu:

Retribution against a sad wriggling worm,

Hardly even a worm, might as well call you a germ

Maki:

Teach you self-care, keep up the work to get a full score

Only to fail you on purpose and flunk you out

Shuu:

Aw cut the bullshit!

Maki:

Your buttons, let’s push it

Shuu:

Zombeez munching your brains!

Maki:

Rip your ears off your head

Shuu:

Slurp your brains up like goo

Maki:

Lick our plates clean

Maki and Shuu:

When we wash you both out!

A tremendous blast barrels towards Yano, who is braced for the impact of their lyrics behind his defensive ability. However, before the attack connects to his glass shield, Kensaku unexpectedly steps in between, taking the brunt of the attack in a pained grunt.

Yano: Wh… What the hell are you doing?!

Staggering to his feet, the scientist grits his teeth before letting a lopsided grin shine towards Yano.

Kensaku: I'm backing you up? What does it look like?

Yano: Kensaku…

Looking at the two Sazanka Zombeez, Kensaku points his microphone towards them, announcing his own declaration.

Kensaku: I'm not sure what problems you three are having, but I can't stand around watching you two bully my partner!

Maki seems to twitch at the implication, irritated at the accusation.

Kensaku: I admit, this is mostly our fault. But sometimes you just gotta step in and clean up your friends' messes. No matter how big or small they might be.

Clicking on his microphone, Kensaku lets his mic and speaker materialize onto the street. A mellow beat chimes around the men as Kensaku gets to work on revitalizing his teammate for a final attack.

Kensaku:

Check the answer, don’t blame your heart

Stay together, don’t fall apart

Don’t sell yourself short

Yes, you started this fight

But I’m here to lift you up

Because you’re my friend no matter the end,

Ya-Know?

Unaffected, Maki scoffs coldly at the dark haired man.

Maki: Was that supposed to hurt us? That was hardly anything.

Shuu: I was gonna say, I don’t think that affected us at all!

Kensaku: That’s because it wasn’t meant for you.

Looking at Yano, it appeared that Kensaku had seemingly boosted his energy levels up. The over energized artist grinned ear to ear at Kensaku,

Yano: Thanks for the support, old man. Even with that shitty pun.

Kensaku: You ready to take them down?

Yano: You betcha!

Together, they unexpectedly begin to charge up. Their lyrics piling on each other becoming more and more vicious with each verse spat out.

Yano and Kensaku:

You ain't seen anything like this, hey!

Yano:

Zombeez won’t last, we’ll absorb your brittle bones,

Kensaku:

From your rot to our seeds,

Even your blood will become our feed

Yano:

That’s right!

Kensaku:

You set to win?

Yano:

Of course!

Kensaku:

Alright!

Yano and Kensaku:

Then let's beat them!

Yano:

Wash us out?

Kensaku:

Don’t make us laugh

Yano and Kensaku:

No storm can rain on Toyama's pride!

All at once, the charged attack hits the two Zombeez, the both of them struggling to stay standing as they take the brunt of the attack.

Shuu: Gh… They’re totally different when they’re attacking together.

Maki: Fascinating.

Yano: Huff… Huff… Bring it! We aren’t done until one of us collapses!

Maki: I’m more than happy to deliver-!

Shuu: We’re done here for today.

Yano, Kensaku: Huh?!

Kensaku: Done…?

Yano: The fuck we are! Don’t run away, coward!

Even Maki looks like he wants to argue, but looking down at the detective, the professor deflates and concedes with his teammate. Shuu continues.

Shuu: It’s pointless to fight now. We can settle our differences tomorrow, on the battlefield.

Yano: No, no, no. You aren’t going to flee-

Kensaku: Yano!

Kensaku, grips his shoulder and pulls him back. With a sigh, he concedes to the private detectives’s words.

Kensaku: He’s right, Yano-kun. We better save our energy for the real fight tomorrow.

The artist looks up at Kensaku, searching his eyes but finds no ounce of fight left. Shrugging him off, Yano finally walks past the Suginami team with a huff. Kensaku follows after him, muttering apologies to the two opponents before disappearing.

Shuu: Wow… That was intense! What was that all for, sensei?

As Shuu and Maki’s microphones powered down, the detective looks up at Maki who’s expression looks complicated.

Maki: I admit, my temper got the best of me. But it was for surveillance, detective.

Brushing his coat off, Maki avoids eye contact as he continues.

Maki: I wanted to know how our rivals worked together. That and… To be honest, I needed to get some frustration off my chest.

Shuu: …Ryuko?

The taller man only nods in acknowledgment.

Shuu: You guys will be okay. I promise you, we’ll win this battle and get to the next stage!

Met with silence, Shuu puffs his cheeks up in frustration before tugging the giant albino man down to his level.

Shuu: Hey, we are going to win! Got it?!

Maki stares at the detective in bewilderment, before he is shaken by the smaller man violently.

Shuu: Say it!

Maki: W-We will win…?

Shuu: Good! Now, let’s get you some tea! No coffee, we need to relax!

Maki: A-Are you sure that’s a good ide-

Shuu: Relax!!!

The End

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