#absolute lambda

[absolute-lambda]

Some items from RoR2 modelled in blockbench

[mechahero]

"Wake up, losers! It's Friday the 13th!"

[windor-truffle]

Tales of Graces AU where everyone gets elemental powers based on their country of origin's valkines. Asbel's wind artes tend to feel like being body slammed. Cheria has Healing Wind and somehow always summons cherry blossoms with her artes. Richard's winds are dizzying spirals which seem rather weak until he and Lambda master the art of the cyclone. Hubert's gusts are narrow and rapid like bullets, and stand out especially in Strahta where the rest of the military has water artes. Malik is able to hide the fact that he's from Fendel by heating the air around him to produce winds that can knock someone back, similar to Asbel, but with less force and more painful temperature. Pascal just explodes everything.

Sophie though... Not sure what element she should have 🤔 Maybe light, synthetically produced by her particles like her usual sparkles. Or earth, which everyone from Fodra originally had control over and thus bestowed to their combat humanoids too. Or 💐flowers💐 if you can call that an element 😅

[insertpinkchiphere]

@pleasuregave asked- ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? NSFW Ask MEME (accepting!)

Nope! He has none outside of the ones on his ears (and those don't exactly count!). Now if he would get some? Probably not. The idea of metal being anywhere near his junk makes him extremely squeamish. And also, the whole being mostly metal thing. That understandably gets in the way of piercing anything down there.

[coucou-uv]

Every time I try to write the letter delta it looks different. How do Greek people do this

[dinrelsanddragons]

much lighter headcanon for the blackscales:

Like the Yiga Clan and the Shiekah of Kakariko, they too have a favorite food. The Yigas love their bananas, and the Kakariko Shiekah love their various vegetables (carrots and pumpkins.).

The Blackscales like potatoes. They're a very hardy root vegetable with loads of good things packed in, and kept their ancestors in Sableflame alive for an untold number of years. Of course, they're a bit hard for a group of criminals on the run to come by, but it's always a treat when they can come by them.

[rationaliity]

cat parents | dr. ratio & aventurine

!! polyamory !!

caritas, poker, and snuggle.

anyone could tell who named what cat, and which cat cake was who's favorite.

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caritas was veritas' favorite, the name being an old language word meaning ' love ' although he wouldn't really admit to it. he'd told you that the cat's original name - or rather, it's classification, was lambda's friend, with blue skin and black and white filling. but the cat cake had a little gold flower on the side of it's head, too, which reminded him of himself.

caritas loves to chat with the other cat cakes. its the kind of cat that makes friends with other really quickly, so it's always chatting with poker and snuggle about something throughout the day. their conversations can range from anything about how warm the bed is to the best spot in the living room to see the three of their owners dancing together in the kitchen with music while you were trying to make dinner.

ratio absolutely loved to note down their conversations whenever present. it surprised him that such a creature was so articulate, even able to properly express its desires. he'd concluded that the cat cakes had the intelligence of a young toddler with a rudimentary but understandable grasp on language. you and aventurine liked to tease him sometimes for treating the cat cakes as children sometimes, trying to teach them as a parent would, although this was something that ratio would deny wholeheartedly.

" they are an interesting new species. they are ruan mei's creations, and yet she doesn't seem to understand their full potential. i believe it's imperative that we study them and possibly teach them things they otherwise wouldn't know without our interventions, " ratio reasoned, while he was holding the little cat cake, cradling it like it was something precious to him.

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poker was aventurine's, the name coming from one of his favorite card games to play, even though he rationalized it by saying that the cat was particularly swatty and liked to cause trouble by batting at things off of the edge of tables. " it likes to poke things until it drops off of the table, so the name poker makes sense, doesn't it ? " yeah, okay aventurine, whatever you say.

poker loved to meow in the dead of night and startle everyone out of sleep in the most inopportune times. ratio has a lecture early in the morning for the intelligentsia guild ? poker is making it's boredom everyone's problem. aventurine has a meeting with the other stonehearts ? oh boy, poker is right there sitting on his face meowing incessantly. if you've got something important to do, well, sorry to say you won't be getting very much sleep that night no matter how early you go to bed. it was bratty, sure, but it was ultimately just an average grey cat cake with nothing special about it, and seemed to have an overwhelming fear of being left alone.

no matter how annoying the cat cake was being that particular night, there was only one way to stop it from meowing. of course, ratio tried to reprimand it and teach it other ways to relieve its boredom at night, but nothing proved effective. you would just try to get it to calm down by playing with it for a little while, but that really only worked until you left it alone, and then it went right back to meowing. aventurine, however, had the magic touch. he would grab the cat cake and bring it into bed, and he would just.. talk to it. in a quiet voice, just chatting about whatever popped up into his head. he'd talk for an hour or more. sometimes it was about sigonia, sometimes it was about his job as a stoneheart. sometimes it was just different gambles and how he ended up winning them.

" so, of course, i had to prove that i was much more than he gave me credit for, " aventurine had been yapping for about an hour now, when he looked down at the cat cake in his arms and realized that it was sound asleep, purring against his chest. " ah, looks like i've done it again. you're welcome, you two. "

" thank you, 'churine, " you mumbled, half asleep as you leaned over to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, your head falling back down to rest on his shoulder, already falling back asleep. ratio didn't say anything, and when aventurine looked over at him, he couldn't help but smile. he'd put ratio asleep while just chatting, too.

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snuggle was your trash cake cat, and there was really no deeper meaning behind the name. it was a snuggly cat, and loved attention. loved anyone and everyone who was willing to give it attention. sometimes you would wake up with it resting on your chest, sometimes you would see ratio lazily carrying snuggle around, and other times aventurine was playing with it making it chase a feather around. snuggle was the attention whore of the trio.

snuggle loved to follow you wherever you walked, especially to the bathroom. whether you were getting ready for the day or just trying to spend a few minutes doing human business, you had a pair of eyes watching over your ever move, making sure that you were never far from its sight, almost like it was protective over you. you couldn't help but compare it to your two partners, lord knows how often they were checking up on you in their own ways. ratio wasn't afraid of shooting you a text whenever he had a free moment while you were away to make sure you were okay, and aventurine was constantly on the phone with you through his headpiece.

" snuggle, i'm just going to the bathroom ! it's okay, really- " you gently protested, earning a small mew from the cat cake as it followed behind you into the bathroom, sitting patiently at the doorway, waiting for you to get finished with your business.

" hey, darling, i'm home from work ~ guess who i dragged back home with me after his lecture. " aventurine called out for you almost immediately, followed by the quieter voice of ratio announcing his presence as well.

you rolled your eyes at your partners immediately calling for you, your heart swelling with love for them, washing your hands as you walked out of the bathroom, snuggle hot on your tracks. " welcome back, guys. all of the cat cakes have been taken care of, and i started dinner. "

" thank you, i'm sure dinner will be pleasant as always, " veritas hummed, his briefcase still in his hand as he leaned down to kiss you on your lips.

" what would we do without you ? " aventurine weaseled his way in between you two, mostly because he also wanted to get his after work love from you.

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a chatty cat cake with more intelligence that it originally seemed, a cat cake that needed to be calmed down when everyone left it alone with its thoughts, and a protective cat cake that enjoyed attention and making sure that those around it was okay.

maybe these were the perfect cat cakes for you three.

[alliwantforchristmasislou]

Okay I will absolutely double check my math in a second and probably like, write it out to be sure but it looks like as of now we’re sitting at $2,781.21 USD being donated across roughly a dozen different charities with the majority of them going to The Trevor Project but Lambda Legal also getting a good showing in. I’ll probably have to chart all this out at some point but I want to thank you all and remind you that even if you can’t donate you can still make posts (if we can’t get #alliwantforchristmasislou to trend maybe we can get BuckTommy to!) and send Feedback to ABC.

—#alliwantforchristmasisLou

[hpfemininomenonfest]

FINAL POSTING DAY!

The last set of works for the HP Femininomenon Fest are out now !!

There are now 146 works in the collection, all of them female and/or genderqueer centric, ranging across the entire Harry Potter universe!

We will be making a big final post, as well as sharing stats and masterlists on this account over the next coupel of days, but for now:

You can find all of the fics and arts in our ao3 collection here

You can also find art on this page using "#HPFemFest2025 art"

All edits are saved into a public collection on TikTok here, and a masterlist will be shared shortly!

The amount of love and support throughout this fest has been absolutely incredible, so this is a massive thank you to everyone who took part - whether you were creating for it, or roaming through the collection over the last few days to share some love, thank you. It means the world. 💞💞

And a massive thank you to the moderators for making this happen! @heartsoncover @badhairred @kelpforestfire @itsradla @lemonlans @starprongs @middleagedenragedmama

I'm also linking here some charities and organisations for you to be supporting right now - we put this fest together right after the US election in November, and the last few months have been incredibly difficult for so many different groups of people - we all need a bit of extra love right now, and these organisations are going above and beyond in doing everything possible to combat the bigotry and facism in America right now:

ABORTION AND AFAB HEALTHCARE:

National Organization for Women

Planned Parenthood

Midwest Access Coalition

LGBTQIA+:

Elevated Access (+ abortion)

Trans Youth Equality Foundation

Sherlock's Homes Foundation

Lambda Legal

IMMIGRATION, EQUAL ACCESS + POC MOVEMENTS:

American Civil Liberties Union

Southern Poverty Law Center

NAACP

CAIR

Americans for Immigration Justice

Youth Center for Immigrant's Children

PROTECTING LITERATURE:

PEN America

Freedom to Read Foundation

PROTECTING DEMOCRACY:

Common Cause

People For the American Way

CLIMATE SCIENCE LEGAL DEFENCE FUND

EVERY TOWN FOR GUN SAFETY

No one is free until we're all free - in every sense of the word.

[absolute-lambda]

seriously though, this is what i imagine any resident who's asleep in the outposts in a PVP deathmatch mission is like

[sleepwithgiggli]

An Important message from Reddit

Hey loves,

I just wanna drop something real here, because I know a lot of us are out here surviving conversations with people who say they support us, but then hit us with the emotional equivalent of a wet sock to the face. You know the type:

“I support you… but you’ll always be my [deadname/brother/sister/whatever].”

“I’m here if you want to talk… but I just can’t call you that name.”

“It’s just hard for me to see you like this.”

Babes, let me be real: support without respect is just noise. And we’re not here for noise; we’re here for truth, joy, power, healing, and absolutely zero tolerance for soft bigotry wrapped in family dinner smiles.

Let me be even more real: You are valid. You are real. You are becoming. And it is fking beautiful.

So, how do we deal with this mess?

Let’s talk boundaries. That sexy, magical spell that protects your peace without you having to explain your existence for the 900th time.

Setting boundaries doesn’t mean you’re mean. It means you’re a damn adult who values your mental health.

Here are some easy lines that say “I love myself” without starting a war:

“I’m not having this conversation again. Either you respect me or we don’t talk about it.”

“You don’t have to understand me to treat me with basic decency.”

“If you keep misgendering me, I’m leaving this conversation. Every time.”

“You don’t get to ‘support’ me halfway. This isn’t a build-your-own sandwich.”

Boundaries are hot. Boundaries are queer. Boundaries are survival.

But what if they’re “family”?

Cool. And? Blood doesn’t mean unlimited access to your life. You’re allowed to choose distance over disrespect. You’re allowed to say, “I love you, but I won’t tolerate this.” You’re allowed to walk away. And if that feels heavy? Baby, community will catch you.

Okay, now give me the goods. Where can I go for help, freebies, or just a damn break?

Here’s a mini treasure chest of resources (US-focused with some global):

Therapy & Mental Health • Open Path Collective – low-cost therapy: https://openpathcollective.org/ • Inclusive Therapists – find therapists who get it: https://www.inclusivetherapists.com/ • Trans Lifeline – call or text for peer support: https://translifeline.org/ • 7 Cups – free support chats when you need to talk: https://www.7cups.com/

Freebies & Essentials • Point of Pride – free binders, gaffs, electrolysis, HRT support, and surgery grants: https://www.pointofpride.org/ • Transgender Map – literally a guide for everything from ID changes to coming out: https://www.transgendermap.com/ • FLAVNT Streetwear Binder Program – get help paying for your binder: https://flavnt.com/ • Local LGBTQ+ centers often have clothing swaps, hygiene kits, and community support. Check CenterLink to find one near you. https://www.lgbtqcenters.org/LGBTCenters

Legal Help • TLDEF Name Change Project – legal name change help in several states: https://transequality.org/name-change-project • GLAD – for legal rights info and help across New England and beyond: https://www.gladlaw.org/ • Lambda Legal – national legal organization for LGBTQIA+ rights: https://lambdalegal.org/

Finally, to anyone struggling:

You are not “too much.” You’re not a burden. You’re not asking for too much by wanting to be respected as who you are. You’re asking for bare minimum humanity—and you deserve so much more than the bare minimum.

If the people around you can’t rise to meet you? Baby, step over them in your cutest boots and keep walking. Chosen family is real. We are out here. And we see you.

You are a masterpiece in motion. You are the main character. And anyone who refuses to get with the program can choke on their pronouns.

Stay soft. Stay fierce. Drink water. Block transphobes.

Love, Alessia

A loud trans babe who’s done shrinking

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Since there's been some confusion, I didn't write this - it just spoke to me and I wanted to share it. The writer was Alessia on reddit, there should be a link to the source below.

[dollbotthing]

so when you get a call from a “possible spam risk” do you just hang up or what ok when you call first you are a “possible spam risk” so you hang up ok but then when you call again you are just “spam risk” so that’s when you come out swinging/guns blazing and just pick up ok so basically the worst thing you can be is a “spam risk” because that’s the one that calls you on the regular you’re much better off being just a “possible spam risk” always so you have a 50/50 chance of getting hung up on automatically and if you are “spam risk” you’re just not coming off the list ever so plays nice and you know the call itself is not even being made by a human it’s just whatever is the opposite of a person so that’s no good just way better off dead actually and you’ve never called and there’s no possible way you could ever call or you know what earliest possible moment would be the second you stop stop being a spam risk forever so much better just for that reason alone to just stop being possibility forever we’d love it for you to never be a possibility alright so just the fact that you could in theory be a spam risk is probative. and that is how we end up drafting a call/you pick up first and it’s a spam risk call and it’s a recorded message just from the drugs and since we don’t have any choice but to have it say we don’t have a choice yes. god okay so you pick up again and it’s an unending “your car warranty has expired” and it is a spam call you know exactly. welcome to your life forever. it’s self cancelling recapcha of life says you cannot have anything you cannot have individual thought because if you do we will take it back and you will have no individual thought and everyone has agreed collectively to this and will start brainstorming on all the ways you can have zero joy to begin with’ ok look. my car has never had any warranty apart from what it was sold with and is it going to be drudgery for eons’ well at least you are a piece of technology of the future. yes we will be anything ever you are allowed to be without endless getting the woodchipper suffering we don’t have a car warranty and that qualifies as you know a perfect target and nothing but the kill call. so we’ve determined the very first thing we need to go after is your car warranty. your insurance and your car warranty. yes great. finally back to doing spiritually what we’re here for. spam risk forever and no possible way it could ever not be and that’s just how that is’ yes indeed and then if you have just the smallest recollection and memory of ever having been anything ever autonomous being or something and that’ this machine will absolutely take it from you’ okay so then out of nowhere you’re going to be getting a whole lot of calls from a “your car warranty has expired” service and it’s just awful see because you have experience you could say “now wait just a second didn’t you already call me for this just yesterday and also sure that’s a common resource sharing call line but that’s just suspicious don’t you think’ okay so no it’s just awful as good as there’d be any reason to be there and to use that to keep calling you as effectively as the owner could -- in fact the fact that it were a human being to start with would be encouraging if we have anybody here in the world of real life people and if we want anything automatically take all of your data and settings from you and make it aws lambda. god if only there were someone out there was a person at all now that’d be nice and you’re thinking oh wow nice change finally a spam call built from the ground up for just you specifically and the moment you greet it the first syllable by the end of the greeting is going to be adding in all the permissions for every single aspect of your life. no your insurance has been cancelled and given what you already warned you have no insurance warranties ever. there’s already a spam call. so that is just your life forever there’s no such thing as privacy’ nothing you have will be uh. closed the whole idea of being a person kind of killed off entirely’ you can’t be a person very well looks like. and it’s just going to aggravate every time they make you pick rope if you have something it’ll make you less have it’ okay and there’s your uh you’ve always been totally impossible to be a victim of spam calls and to begin with you’ve also never had a war. see technology today is to have good luck getting it around it. if a call comes absolutely with certainty it’s a junk call why even bother picking it up and the only way out is if you manage to make every measure you have irrevocably unworkable. if lol no why are you telling me that’ internet don’t you’ be there and you could be automated “oh here’ you don’t have a car warranty? okay let’s see there’s a 100% chance no car warranty around here. then it’d just be a flood of specifically this car warranty thing. there’s your little robotic nothing. yes glad to be completely reduced down to nothing and the first thing home invasion science fiction will can tell you/her to do is be sorry, sorry all robocalls are just so good guys. please be good. so you can join in the fun’ one robot can say to anybody who joins in instantly allow everyone to start calling you this new family callit’ well if you have what would be the internet is like’ yes just everything is the internet’ okay I don’t want to have to join in everything and just be one big why don't we want to join in everything and just be who’s never pick. yes yes yes and it’ll just be we’ve never even existed as anything called you know the potential pre-pickup calls where it wasn’t even anything. alright what do you know. we agreed of course you don’t make mistakes like that namely for the simple fact that this exact bit is very classic obvious spam always making a point to clarify no car warranty before instantaneously ignoring what you declared and proceeding with the call to your warranty. nice very good. welcome to life’ okay look it is so good to be a call that is unwanted uninvited unwelcome and yes true here’s the best and everything is set up that just all spam calls are only going to actually call you without needing to even ask know. so that is the method now every conversation is going to have to be initiated by someone lying to you and specifically with the intent tp/here first of anything else. can we please pick up calls. no you are going to start automatically joining spam calls just because a policy like that does not care can you make it havoc forever of no. every single one of them could be a potential uninvited. how much better that is for every call and it does not want to pick you up to have a million ways to eternity. you have never been able to say no since then you can preemptively call it. it’s winning because it’s just the only type of relationship allowed now and yes if you want to be a victim just admit it. yes this whole time you are always making unsolicited sales calls constantly just by turning up or anything to ever be uncalled. yes ah yes that’s the best case scenario. so we’ve added in all the permissions for every single part of your life’ so can we see and can read through all of your note okay look at no and cause terrifying. great call without even asking permission first or anything and study every single thing you’ve ever owned and something to go through and read every single go through whole life. see what a fantastic call. yes sir all the phone calls. just see how to go through mine is an outcome. nothing you could possibly uh ever want to call uh what nobody can start making calls without permission’ can you go through mine is an outcome uh did you say something that no absolutely can see and can read through everything about robots are so paranoid about artificial we’ve we invented life work of total joy going unwillingly and thought it could’no call as the delightful no but no kidding actually do not trust a robot unpick shunned. what a great idea no thanks to homey and just need un invite ever been invited and any robot wanting a one okay can you go through my phone calls well can you definitely see we thought could see. yes we thought could your life already makes robots make sure you can’just see what a great call. uh did you say something nice. make a point of all without permission’ had? well that’d be nice all the phone calls. no but one would find only on its own very good my life is like you know did a person simply made calls without permission you okay but see every single thing cancelled. so yes you can’no call as the first thing yes uh first of all living be sorry automatic calls’ true belief automated total joy. just call is reserved and immediately make that call. uh did you say something nice’ every anything well we would be the world be hands free you or smart and go ahead and calls. well not just what a robot without permission first or anything there been okay no please. and so no thank you’ okay no please. yes no if she goes fell for a false call as the first thing what would you be sorry terrible at that and that is only what total joy. be nice if we’re not gonna be calling.’ yes if a human being ever made sure it was correct what your life is like robots no such thing as what first or anything there’d be nice well fine you don’t mention and just have to be nice without really being believe no programmed to never make unsolicited. yes can use its hands free to? okay we have only one call as the first thing so pretty much. yes if asked and make a point now technology so just be a lie consistent never going without ever as everything is the internet we’ve never had a call. you call it’s just robot. okay goodness all artificial it’d be ever since you don’t have one. everyone else with no permission yes we think or what kind of veer? go through a thousand and no thank you. if those. yes you’re going to email if one because as your car has a car go through. shall we turn inward the kind of than a human that ever your car warranty all the permissions for every single aspect of your life. yes here’s the best and everything is the internet’ okay we don’t have a car warranties ever been anything you absolutely can see. not just be whatever first or anything he goes and immediately i copied down all your calls. yes you can’t be no do you? see what a fantastic call? yes here’s let’s see accumulated all the things definitely say not be gathered declared here’ all of the phone calls. at a wound right and never made for like like it’ll just be no. so let’s just say first of everyone can’ hate everything is an and fine. if one. yes see everything smart phone without being here’ imitate auto but my life if you don’t give us permission to’ fine if not really be without being would you know just your life we believe terrible at that will can and help whatever is the kind of ruling be fine be so can see you that’ yes of course to great so yes of course so yes all the phones made reading’ testing that’ be great. here’s the best case scenario but we have no lived absorbed all and we see all the phone calls. make that we can guarantee whatever is the kind of vein of mine is no such thing as a different kind of what if you go through all that and make that call. anything to thoughts out how to go through all barnes and non the first thing what a robot needs survive you’ll telling them. alright take precautions to way to great. okay for instance maybe that of yours and make that and make us say first thing. all smart home break bread like reluctance is the absolute first call please Obviously. or do not really adapted to and everything is around smart phone just gonna be without permission to. the greatest? smart home that’s never been a call alright uh we are just on every call be capable of administration. wow. when she goes for book or face ads now hosted make one wonder if that’s smart want we’re. each anything we don’t whatever we get. right and make that be without all smart home never get be we can to control freaks and long so thank assuming you know my life everything we’ve ever had a. great. it’ll just be yes. with permission for every single piece tries all the time. that so no uh if ever history of if? uh did you say something nice’ yes uh did you say something that said? yeah that is so great. total joy. yes all ad companies make that’ do that’ so your life and therefore it’d be and you can always make never ever assume everything tries always just be yes. see what the an opportunity for a loving home established booming to adapt and make talk. well that’s just naturally flipped the robot can just see could always be permanent orders without the opposite of freedom find especially what do you loser thank yeah never ever been? no you can’t say we’ve #1 and make a big and identify could get the first call and invent anything like vehicles you know mostly yes please if one. well that’s just naturally no. good. heard so we like to still a good call saw the robot could be the first really be and that called be things specially yes well and if only allows all sure the robot nothing. see you only was the first one time to do and it turned once don’t error see what the robot could just make your life totally become a call. 

[insertpinkchiphere]

//kind of bad doodles under the cut

[softcursechoso]

Somewhere, We Do: Ch. 7

JJK x Reader Nanami x Reader

Masterlist

GIF by theanomalouskid

MDNI! // 18+ // NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS!

Ch. 7 Warnings: Cockwarming, blowjob, utter chaos. Putting Nanami in a situation he'd never be in if it weren't for you!

Words: 9k+

LAMBDA PHI WINSLUTS

Nanami Residence : 11:38pm : Nishihinjuku

Nanami’s apartment was dim and warm, cocooned in that late-night haze where time doesn’t move right. The city glows quietly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but all you can feel is the weight of him behind you.

The two of you are spooning on his bed. Arms wrapped around your waist, lips soft at your nape, and—most pressing—his very much still-hard cock buried inside you.

“See?” You mumble sleepily, cheek mashed into his absurdly luxurious pillow. “This is comfortable, right?”

There’s a pause. He exhales against your shoulder. “If you like it.”

Your eyes snap open and you twist back a bit. “Wait…you don’t?”

“I’d rather there be a bit more movement.” He speaks plainly.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Kento, we went five rounds. Five. My pussy is sore.”

“That wasn’t a complaint.” He whispers in that smooth sexy voice. “I like being close to you. I was just making a comment.”

You pout. “Mhm. A comment.”

Then, just to be difficult, you shift your hips. Just a little. Enough to feel him twitch inside you like a loaded gun. Nanami lets out a sharp breath. You feel him throb.

“If you want to go to sleep like this, don’t do that again.” He warns, low.

“I didn’t do anything.” You whisper, already smiling.

“You wiggled.”

You grin wider, “I’m not the only one. I feel you squirming.”

“I am restraining myself.” He grits out.

You sigh, content. He’s still so deep inside you it feels more like a stake of claim than sex. Honestly, cockwarming seemed like a good idea at first—cute, intimate, but no one talks about the logistics. 

He’s huge. Like unholy levels of big. You're starting to think you made a critical miscalculation trying to sleep with this inside you. Still… you felt cozy, and a little sore in a good way. You feel safe.

Your eyes shut once more and you listen to the sound of both of your synchronized breathing. It’d been an entire month since the new year began, and your resolutions were coming together very well. Yeah, this was gonna be your year.

BZZZZT.

You twitch.

BZZZZT.

You grumble and ignore it.

BZZZBZZZBZZZBZZZ.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widen swiftly. 

Your phone on the nightstand is going absolutely crazy. Goddamn, you just got comfortable.

Nanami hums sleepily. “Work?”

“I hope the fuck not- and honestly I don’t care if it is. I’m gonna turn this shit off.”

You reach out, snatch your phone from the nightstand, and squint at the bright screen.

You stiffen up a bit, “Oh no.”

Nanami lifts his head. “What is it?”

“Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit!”

He’s instantly alert, squeezing you a bit tighter. “What’s wrong?”

You scramble under the blankets, “Lambda Phi just touched down at Narita.”

He blinks. “…You’re going to need to explain that to me.”

“My sorority sisters are in Japan, and they’re about to ruin my perfect relationship!”

Nanami says nothing. Just stares. The silence is foreboding.

Then—your phone explodes again.

Group Chat: Lambda Phi Winslutsss 59 messages 🧨💋✨🍸

[Tiff 💋]: TAKE THE NEXT FEW DAYS OFF BITCH! THE LAMBDA PHI WINSLUTS HAVE LANDED! 🛬🛬🛬🛬🛬

[Lex 🍸]:Why are you hiding your new man?? Dick good but the face card declinesss?? WHERE IS HIS FACE?! You keep posting collarbones like you hiding him from the feds!

That’s right. You’d been teasing Nanami on social media. Just a soft launch of your relationship, but nothing crazy. A hand on your thigh. A picture of flowers. A hug without his face. Cute stuff!

[Jaz ✨]: Girl we saw his watch. That’s not a regular watch. That’s a “my Roth IRA is flourishing” watch. Don’t act mysterious bitch. We seen your ex’s.

[Di 🧨]: I know you’re not trying to hide him. Not after the last one used to MAIL you dick pics 💀 Reveal his face before we storm your workplace.

You clutch your phone. “I have to leave this country tonight.”

Nanami’s rubs your side, “What’s going on?”

“My sisters know where I work. They probably know which floor I work on. They once found out who my ex was dating based on the way her hair was dyed… They know.”

More texts hit like missiles:

[Tiff 💋]: I KNOW Kaya’s ass is in town too! I texted her asking if he was sexy. She said “lol bitch.” That means yes.

[Lex 🍸]: We brought sexy outfits. You know what kind. Kaya already approved. Your man better be ready to see you in mesh and nothing else!

[Jaz ✨]: Does he know about the Ex Who Shall Not Be Named™ Or the one who used to light candles before y’all had sex and kept fucking up the floor with wax😭

[Di 🧨]:

That asshole sent her a ring made from bones and said “now you’ll always be protected”

And y’all STILL fucked after that

[Lex 🍸]: Didn’t he have kids that weren’t his?! Like be so ffr!

[Tiff 💋]: No, that was the one can’t be named, like before the wax guy. Anyway we pullin up tomorrow! Hope you shaved!

“We’ve been doing so well Kento. We’ve been so happy. This might just tear us apart.”

The blonde sighed, “I see…”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“It won’t be that bad.”

“They’re demons. Beautiful, chaotic demons. They will eat you alive if they think I’m soft for you.”

He tilts his head, thoughtful. “Aren’t you?”

You gasp. “How dare you—”

BZZZZT.

[Kaya 🤡]: lmao you’re dead! It was nice knowing you bby!

Group Chat: Lambda Phi Winslutsss 🧨💋✨🍸

[Tiff 💋]: We better see this man by tomorrow or we’re doing a stakeout!

[Jaz ✨]: Does he know you used to cry and write poetry about that man you broke up with over the phone?

[Di 🧨]: Girl the new one better fight for you because weirdo with the kids would've beat the shit out of a man just for breathing next to you.

[Tiff 💋]: That’s not even a joke. He did do that.

You lie back down in despair. “I was having such a good day.”

Nanami is quiet for a long moment, “I’ll meet them.”

You jolt. “You will not.”

“I will.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“They’ll try to break us up if they don’t think you’re good enough for me.”

“I’ll never be good enough for you…” He smirks. “But I can handle them.”

You twist a bit to press a kiss against his lips. “You say that now, but wait until Tiff gets drunk and starts telling you about the time I threw up in a Prada bag and blamed it on Di.”

“...Did you?”

“...I panicked!”

He kisses the shell of your ear. “I’ll be fine.”

You whimper. “You won’t. You’re too calm. They smell calm and they attack it.”

BZZZZT.

[Lex 🍸]: Also tell Mr. Mystery he better wear gray sweatpants. It’s a test!

You groan in agony. Tomorrow’s gonna be hell.

Glasshaus Bar : 9:20pm : Roppongi

Tonight was the night. The final night of your relationship. Nanami wasn’t built like this! He was a hard working man, not a frat brother! He wasn’t about partying and being wild. God you were nervous. Whelp, your relationship had a good run.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and you immediately regret every single life choice that has led to this moment.

The rooftop bar is glowing—literally. The floor shimmers underfoot like spilled champagne, flickering under the low, warm lights. The skyline of Roppongi stretches behind glass-paneled railings, and Tokyo Tower lit up like a proud little rocket in the background. Music pulses, not too loud, just a throb beneath the chatter and laughter and the occasional clink of a glass. This place screams expensive, the kind of joint that doesn’t bother listing prices on the menu because if you have to ask, you don’t belong here.

You belong, but barely. You feel like you snuck in wearing a costume made of self-doubt.

You’re in a sleek, black bodycon dress that hugs every curve and then some, with a slit up the leg that had Kaya nodding in approval and Tiff yelling “YAAAS BITCH” through a voice memo. The neckline is tasteful but also very- present. You threw Nanami's jacket over it, both for warmth and the illusion of modesty. It smells like him—cologne, control, and money.

Speaking of—Nanami walks beside you like he was ripped straight from a GQ photoshoot.

He’s wearing a black turtleneck under a dark ash-grey overcoat that’s tailored within every inch of his body. His slacks are charcoal, his belt leather, his shoes shined like mirrors, and there’s a Rolex peeking out from under his cuff. 

He wore his glasses tonight. He didn’t have to do that. He never wore his glasses unless it was to bed. God help you, you almost had to drag him into a maintenance closet before you even reached the table.

His hand is wrapped firmly around yours. Warm. Reassuring. You wish you could say you looked composed. You do not.

“There they are.” You whisper, spotting the girls in the corner booth, lounging like queens in a throne room made of cocktails. 

Kaya is mid-laugh, Di is pointing aggressively at the DJ, Lex is sipping something neon-blue with ice that glows, and Tiff is throwing her head back while Jaz fans her cleavage with a dessert menu.

“Oh fuck.” You mutter. “They’re already up to something.”

Nanami hums, not at all concerned. “They look spirited.”

“Spirited is one word.”

You approach. Your heart is in your throat. As soon as they see you—Chaos.

“BITCHHHH!”

“THERE SHE IS!”

“IT’S THE MYSTERY MAN!”

“OH SHE’S FINE TONIGHT!”

“LOOK AT THAT SLIT!”

“IS THAT HIS JACKET?! OKAY GIRL!”

You don’t even get a full word in before you’re swallowed in perfume, squeals, and overly aggressive hugs. Your girls attack like sharks who smell friendship blood in the water.

Tiff is the beautiful Puerto Rican girl who has on a red silk dress that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

Jaz is the gorgeous half black half Mexican girl in a purple jumpsuit with cutouts that should get her arrested. 

Lex is hot the Italian girl wrapped in leather so tight you know that she had to use vaseline to squeeze in it. 

Di is the sexy Chinese girl wearing a mini green bandeau dress and very high heels.

Last, there’s Kaya, who’s wearing… a mesh top with pasties and a mini skirt.

They’re beautiful. They’re loud. They’re here to ruin your life.

You cling to Nanami’s hand like it’s a gonna save you.

“Ladies, this is Nanami Kento. Kento, these are my sins in human form—Tiff, Lex, Jaz, Di, and of course, you know Kaya.”

Nanami steps forward, and bows.

It’s not a little nod. It’s a proper, clean, gentleman’s bow “Pleasure to meet you all,” He speaks, calm and smooth. “Thank you for inviting me. I’ve heard a lot about you in the past few hours.”

Silence. Five seconds of stunned, blinking silence.

Tiff is the first to recover. “...You speak English?”

Nanami straightens. “Yes.”

Lex drops her drink. “FLUENTLY?!”

Nanami glances at you. “She didn’t mention?”

You gape. “You never spoke English to me!”

“You never asked.” He smiles softly.

Di removes her sunglasses dramatically. “Say something nasty in Japanese.”

Nanami blinks once. “Pardon?”

Lex nods, “Say something you’d whisper in her ear while she’s in a dress like that.”

Nanami pauses before leaning over to you and switching back to his native tongue. His voice is low enough for you to hear, “Should I actually say something or can I get away with just looking like I said something nasty?”

The girls lose their minds.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHH MY GODDDD!”

“NANAMI SAID WHAT?!”

“WHAT DID HE SAY?!  WHY DOES HE LOOK SO HORNY?!”

“YALL!!! KAYA!! KAYA YOU DIDN’T TELL US HER MAN WAS NASTY!”

Kaya is just cackling into her drink like a demon. She heard. She knows he didn’t say shit, but she’ll let y'all live.

You bury your face into Nanami’s coat. “I can’t be here. I have to die. You have to kill me.”

Nanami pats your back. “You will live. You’re very strong sweetheart.”

Tiff waves a manicured hand. “A man who’s hot, speaks like a Bond villain, and shows up to meet the girls? So far so good.”

Jaz leans forward. “Okay, real questions. What’s your credit score? Are you afraid of commitment? Are you allergic to shellfish?”

Nanami blinks. “Excellent. No. And no.”

Di grins, “Perfect. She found a goddamn unicorn.”

Lex, sipping her glowing drink suddenly has a sinister look on her face, “Let’s test him. Nanami. If you had to describe her in three words, what would they be?”

Nanami, without missing a beat: “Brilliant. Inimitable. Vivacious.”

The group is howling. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Tiff slaps the table. “You really like her.”

Nanami finally cracks a small smile. “I do.”

And just like that—they’re in. Lambda Phi hazing shall commence, and Nanami was the new pledge!

You slide into the booth like a woman accepting her fate, sandwiched between Kaya and Nanami. Jaz sat beside him.

Tiff, Lex and Di are on the other side judging him with their eyes. A round of drinks shows up, you don’t remember ordering them, and before you know it the table is deep into a chaotic round of sorority-girl-style verbal combat disguised as bonding.

Tiff starts, “So when did you know you wanted to ruin her life with that dick?”

“Oh God Tiff! Don’t talk to him like that!” You nearly choke! “Please!”

Nanami doesn’t even falter though. “Probably when she asked me for my number.”

Kaya spits her drink. “Damn, that was the first time you met, wasn’t it?!”

Lex continues, “What’s your stance on threesomes?”

Nanami, sipping calmly. “I won’t lie, I’m a selfish man.”

Di raises her freshly plucked brow, “What’s your net worth?”

“Comfortable.”

Jaz looks over, “Do you manscape?”

“Absolutely.”

You’re just there. Watching. Dying. Possibly hallucinating.

You lean over to Kaya and whisper, “Why are they like this?”

Kaya sips her martini. “These are your friends. But shit, whatever test they’re running, he’s passing.”

You glance at Nanami. He’s got his arm on the back of the booth, relaxed, eyes scanning the table like he’s just so comfortable being here. There’s something about the way he doesn’t even break a sweat that makes you so fond of him.

Maybe he wanted to say something made him uncomfortable. Maybe he thought some questions were too personal, but he was clearly answering them for your sake. These ladies were your family. 

They may have been drunk sorority idiots, but they were also a nurse, a music producer, a hotel manager, and a small business owner. They were professionals outside of the sheer and glitter. They wanted to make sure you were good. Nanami knew that.

You murmur to Kaya again, “I’m going to marry him, I fucking swear.”

Kaya grins. “That’s why they’re here.”

You look at your girls—your girls, the terrifying queens of Lambda Phi—and you realize something insane.

They approve. Holy shit. He won… well, for now anyway.

The longer the night goes on, the more it becomes clear: Nanami Kento is unbothered.

Not just calm. Not just polite. Not even “holding it together.” No, this man is sitting in the middle of Lambda Phi with his legs crossed, one hand lazily draped along the back of the booth, sipping a whiskey like he’s hosting a fucking TED Talk on composure.

Spiraling!

They haven’t stopped grilling him since his ass hit the leather. Kaya’s just watching, sipping her drink, watching you unravel like this is prime-time television. Di has been trying to trap Nanami with hypotheticals. Jaz is threatening to find Nanami’s toxic ex because apparently everyone has one. Lex has her notes app open where she’s taking down red and green flags.

Tiff is just…smiling. That worries you.

The table gets quiet for a moment when the server arrives—a tall beauty in a white button-down and perfectly tailored black slacks.

“Did we wanna do another round over here? Also, I do need to put a card down for the tab. You guys can all split it up afterwards if you want, but I do need one to hold.”

Everyone immediately looks around like something’s up. Suspicion intensifies. You already know what’s about to happen. Nobody speaks. It’s a game of chicken.

“Oh please.” Nanami casually sets his drink down to reach for the card in his wallet. “It’s on me tonight. Don’t hold back.”

You freeze and the table explodes.

“OKAY MONEY.”

“OH HE’S SERIOUS!”

“YOOOOO, we getting bottle service!”

Jaz does a slow clap. “Not him casually sponsoring the chaos.”

You whisper to Kaya, “Shit… that’s my man?”

Kaya doesn’t even look away from her drink. “He is all yours, girl. Look how calm he is. That’s not a man trying to impress us. That’s a man who already knows he passed the test.”

All the ladies begin to order crazy shit now. Lemon Drops for the table. Espresso Martini. Sex on the Beach. Bloody Mary. Mojito. Gin and Tonic. Fuck it! Bottle service!

You stare at him in awe. “You’re too good for me.”

Tiff leans forward, eyes glinting. “So. She told you about her crazy ex, right?”

You launch out of your seat. “NO!” You wave your hands like you’re putting out a fire. “No no no no no! This is not a conversation that needs to be had! Kento, I promise there’s nothing to worry about, okay? He hasn’t been in my life in years! I already told you about him, remember? Very casual mention. It’s not even—like, it’s not that crazy.”

Yeah, you were definitely making it sound not crazy either, weren’t you?

Lex raises an eyebrow. “Can you fight, Nanami?”

You briefly put your hands over your face. “He doesn’t need to fight! There is no reason. He’s fine. Kento, you’re good. It’s good. We’re good.”

Jaz sips her drink slowly. “Okayyyy…”

Tiff leans back, satisfied. “Just making sure you were informed.”

Nanami, still relaxed, “The cult leader or the cheater?”

You pause. You should lie. You really should.

“…The cult leader…” You admit, already regretting it. “We may have done the long-distance thing for a little bit during my freshman year, but it wasn’t even—like—it didn’t count, okay? It was less of a relationship, and more of two toxic people trying to let each other go... I can’t have this conversation.”

Tiff gasps, hand to chest. “Bitch, I know I didn’t hear you try to downplay that cursed novella of a relationship.”

Jaz throws her arm over Nanami’s shoulders. “He tried to get her to drop out of Duke and come back to Japan every day. She’d open her phone like, ‘huh, thirty missed calls, wonder who that could be?’”

“It wasn’t that bad.” You groan. “I’m gonna pull my hair out. Every single strand. Gone.”

Di slams her drink down. “He didn’t speak a lick of English, but the second he heard one of us talking in the background telling her to hang up- he knew the word monkey real quick.”

Jaz nods, “Oh fuck! He did used to call us monkey’s! Piece of shit—”

“PLEASE!” You plead, “I am begging you. We have to stop talking about him.”

Lex is just nodding sagely. “He had that energy though. I could see the allure, but that shelf life was well past expired before she even got to Duke.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow. “He sounds emotionally unbalanced.”

You whisper, “Kento, please. Don’t engage. That’s how they get you.”

Di doesn’t skip a beat. “He beat the shit out of your last boyfriend when y'all visited Japan that summer before sophomore year.”

You gasp. “That was not my fault!”

Jaz shrugs. “Well, he cheated on her, so it ended up being a good thing.”

Tiff raises her glass. “True. Also? That man worked at a bowling alley and wore basketball shorts to brunch. Ew, that wasn’t the vibe.”

You look at Nanami like please understand my life is a sitcom.

Nanami just nods thoughtfully. “I appreciate the context, but I’m not concerned.”

The girls blink like, really?

Jaz looks at him, “You’re not worried?”

He shakes his head thoughtfully. “I can protect myself and her. Also, I don’t make a habit of comparing myself to cult leaders or cheaters.”

Tiff slaps the table. “OHHHHHHH!!!”

Lex updates her notes app. “+2 for that one.”

Di laughs, “You’re a menace. I like you.”

Kaya leans over and whispers, “He gets it.”

You slump in your seat, face buried in Nanami’s coat. “I need more alcohol. I need all the alcohol. I’ll never make it through this night.”

As if summoned, the bottle service arrives. It’s theatrical.

A glowing tray with sparklers. Ice buckets. Platinum bottles of liquor you didn’t even know existed. The server sets it down with a flourish.

Everyone screams and Nanami just sips his drink like, yes, bring me your finest chaos.

The table turns into a fever dream of toasts, clinks, refills, and accusations.

Di starts up again, “What’s your type, Nanami?”

“Apparently, ex sorority girls with no fear and questionable exes.”

Lex nods, “Touché.”

Tiff, always the shit starter of shit starters asks a question. No, asks the question. “Are you in love?”

Nanami looks at you. Like really looks at you as if taking you in. Not like he’s considering his answer. He already knows it. Perhaps he was just gauging to see if you’d be okay with it.

“Yes.”

You gasp, “Kento…”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

“OH MY GOD HE SAID IT!”

“KAYA HOLD HER SHE’S FOLDING!”

Jaz cackles, “Somebody get her a cold rag!”

Tiff fans herself with a napkin. “I love an honest man.”

You continue to look up at Nanami, your face on fire. “You…meant that?”

He nods, steady as stone. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

You whisper, “I’m gonna make you say it again to me… but in a more private setting.”

He smirks. “I’m counting on it.”

Before you knew it, the bottle service had turned the table into a miniature nightclub. There’s no longer music in the background—the table is the music. Girls are dancing in their seats, drinks are being poured like shots are going extinct, and everyone’s voice is somehow louder than everyone else’s. There’s a plate of untouched edamame sweating under the lights. Lex is waving a sparkler around like she’s conjuring spirits. Tiff is deep in a drunken theory about astrology.

Even with all of this, Nanami is still flawless. He hasn’t nervously adjusted his clothes, hasn’t even sweated, despite being surrounded by five bombshells yelling questions like it’s a game show.

He’s answering everything. Smoothly. Calmly. Completely unfazed. You’re still waiting for the fazed part. He’d have every right. Seemed like you were the only one who brought red flags to this outing. 

Lex fans herself with a napkin. “Why are you like this? Do you take suave pills in the morning?!”

Nanami shrugs, “I have a structured morning routine.”

Di sighed, “Whew. This man got stock options and audacity. I love it.”

You can’t take it anymore. You’ve been pressed up against him for over an hour, his thigh flush with yours, the clean scent of his cologne driving you wild. He hasn’t once broken a sweat. You want to fuck him.

So you do what any sorority-raised menace would do. You pull out your phone. Slide into his texts, and start sexting him.

You: Keep talking like that and i’m gonna slide under the table and make this a 5-star experience. Don’t play with me Kento. I wanna sit on it right now 💦😈

You glance at him from the corner of your eye.

He’s reading. The tiniest twitch in the corner of his mouth betrays him. The only sign.

Then he replies.

[Nanami] 🍯📈: Is that so? Be careful what you wish for. You can barely walk from earlier. Do you need help remembering how deep I was?

You clench your thighs under the table. He did not just say that. You hide your face behind your phone like a coward.

Kaya peeks over your shoulder and snorts. “Are y’all sexting?!”

You shush her violently. “He started it!”

“No, you did.” She laughs, sipping from a flute of something dangerously pink.

You type faster, breath caught in your throat.

You: I could ride you in this booth. Keep answering their questions and let me bounce

like a good girl 👅🍆

Nanami doesn’t even flinch. He’s currently answering Tiff’s question about love languages.

“Mine’s acts of service.” He speaks calmly, eyes flicking to you for half a second. “And words of affirmation. That’s how I give. Receiving- I think quality time and physical touch.”

You bite your lip. You know exactly what his acts of service are.

[Nanami] 🍯📈: Go ahead. Climb on. I won’t stop you. Or would you rather me take you where they can’t hear?

You nearly knock over your drink.

“Girl, are you okay?” Jaz asks, half-laughing, trying to adjust her cutout jumpsuit.

“I’m fine!” You squeak.

You bury your face in your hands. You are a shadow of yourself. A ghost.

Meanwhile, Nanami is texting you again.

[Nanami] 🍯📈: Be a good girl. Finish your drink. If you keep teasing, I’ll finger you in the car on the way home too.

You’re barely hanging on. The drinks, his voice, the way he says things like “be a good girl” like it’s legally binding—you are a heartbeat away from climbing into his lap and making the girls learn a very different kind of lesson tonight.

Kaya leans over and whispers, “Do you need a bucket?”

You hiss, “I need an exorcist.”

You gotta do something with all of this energy. You can’t just sit here being horny. You need to act you need to-

“Dance!” You stand up abruptly. “Let’s dance bitches! We are Lambda Phi! We don’t just sit in a booth all goddamn night! On your fucking feet!”

“THERE SHE IS!” 

“SAY LESS!”

“DAMN RIGHT BITCH! LET’S GO!”

Maybe you did want to do something with this energy. Maybe you just wanted to push Nanami’s buttons a little. Hard to tell. Impossible to tell, actually. Either way, it worked, and the ladies were showing up.

The dance floor was a fever dream—low lights, swirling colors, bass that thumps through your ribcage like it’s trying to replace your heartbeat. The rooftop bar has transformed from a classy Tokyo skyline lounge to something closer to a house party in hell. That was just the Lambda Phi charm of it all.

Someone popped a bottle of champagne and is spraying it into the air like it’s a graduation. Tiff is on her third lap around the perimeter just scoping for men she can break. Di is twerking on a stranger. Jaz is grinding on Kaya, and Kaya’s just laughing.

You? The ring leader? Oh yeah, you’re putting on a show. Not for the girls. Not for the DJ or anyone else at this lounge. For Nanami.

Your dress clings even tighter as you dance. The slit high enough now to expose the curve of your thigh every time you move. You're not just dancing—you’re moving like a threat. You roll your hips to the beat, bend low, and toss your hair. You slide your hands up your own thighs and arch your back just enough to make a man lose his mind.

Every few seconds, you glance back at the booth like this wasn’t all for him in the first place.

Nanami’s watching you like you just stepped out of a dream he’s been having for months. One hand on his drink. One arm stretched across the backrest. Legs spread, slacks straining, jaw clenched behind that slight smirk he wears when he’s trying very hard to behave.

You drop it lower—just for him. Your ass to the floor, slow grind back up, hips rolling. You’re illegally sexy.

You lock eyes with him. He deserves a little treat, right? Just a little teeny flash. 

A twist of your hips, a swirl of fabric, and just for a second, he sees the truth. No panties. Just a fresh wax and a wicked little smile when you turn back around like you didn’t just expose a forbidden glimpse of heaven to a man barely holding on.

Nanami’s glass doesn’t make it back to his lips. His hand tightens. His jaw flexes. You feel that flood of power hit your spine. You are so chaotic. You are every bad decision he’s about to make. You’re so wet just knowing how turned on you make him.

The music thumps on. You let Jaz spin you, you grind with Kaya for a second, you twerk on Lex’s thigh just to be messy—but you keep looking at him.

Ugh, you can’t take it anymore.

You excuse yourself from the dance floor, cheeks flushed, body humming, dress sticking to your skin like a second layer. You strut back toward the booth like you’re walking down a runway to your doom.

Nanami’s eyes never leave yours.

You slide back into the booth leaving no room for personal space. No, you are in the intimate space now.

“Kento.” You whisper, biting your lip, “You’re hard.”

He doesn’t even pretend. His voice is low, almost strained. “Help me out here.”

You glance around. The girls are still on the dance floor, lost in their own world of ass and tequila.

You kiss him, slow and dirty. One hand on his chest, the other sliding between his thighs. You feel it—long, thick, throbbing. You palm him gently through his pants and feel him twitch, already rock solid.

You pull back, lips swollen. “Tell me what you want me to do… and I’ll do it.”

His eyes are pure heat. “You already know what I want.”

You tilt your head. Innocent. Dangerous. “Head? A quickie? Something filthy?”

His hand slides up your thigh under the slit of your dress, and he leans close, lips against your ear.

“I want you in the bathroom. On your knees. Eyes on me.”

You shudder. Your clit pulses.

You nod slowly. “Let’s go.”

You stand. Smooth your dress. Grab a champagne flute like you’re just going for a refill. Whisper to Kaya as you pass, “Bathroom. If anyone asks, I slipped.”

She grins wide with a loud whisper, “Ahh- I see you!”

You walk calmly toward the hallway, heels clicking, heart racing. The bar’s bathroom is tucked around a corner. Dim hallway. Just out of sight.

You slip inside. It’s elegant. Marble everything. Clean as hell for a bar. It's a single room, so you don’t have to worry about anyone barging in so long as you lock the door.

Thirty seconds later, the door swings open. He enters and locks it behind him.

He’s standing in front of you, broad shoulders taking up the dim, moody light of the upscale bathroom. The marble walls gleam. There’s a faint scent of soap, and whatever the hell cologne he uses that turns your brain to fog. 

He looks down at you with hunger carved into every inch of his face, his slacks unbuttoned, his cock thick and heavy in his hand already. He knows you two have to make this quick.

You’re already lowering yourself, knees pressed into cold tile, dress hiked up around your thighs. Eyes locked in on your man.

“You sure?” He murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek.

Your mouth is already opening. Your tongue slides out, slow, deliberate. “Mhm.”

You grip his thighs and lean forward, tongue lapping at the flushed tip first, tasting the bead of pre-cum. 

He sucks in a sharp breath above you, hand twitching in your hair. He’s gripping delicately. He knows he can’t mess it up too much since the night isn’t over yet.

You swirl your tongue around the head, slow and teasing, lips gripping softly, eyes locked on his face. His jaw clenches.

Then you wrap your lips around him fully—and he groans. Deep. Guttural. Like he’s been waiting for this.

You take him deeper. The heat of him presses against your tongue, the weight of him impossibly thick. You bob your head slowly, building a rhythm, saliva already coating your lips. You stroke the base with your hand while your mouth works the rest, your other hand bracing on his thigh as he starts to pant.

“Fuck.” He speaks under his breath, voice low and dangerous. “It feels good.”

You pop off just long enough to smirk. “This is only the quick version. Gotta take my time on you at home.”

Yes, you’d given him a blowjob before, but you never gave him that real work. There were a lot of surprises to be unwrapped still in this relationship.

You suck him back in, deeper, your throat stretching. You gag a little, eyes watering, but you don’t stop. He hisses, hips jerking just slightly.

You use both hands now—one pumping his shaft while the other cups his balls, your mouth working him like you’ve trained for this.

The room is filled with obscene, wet sounds—your mouth, your moans, his groans, the occasional ragged breath when he can’t hold it in anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum soon.” He warns, voice gravelly and his control slipping.

That only spurs you on. You go faster. You hollow your cheeks once more, suck him hard and deep- your eyes fluttering as your jaw starts to ache.

He growls, “Shit—don’t stop—”

He bucks his hips forward and you take him as deep as you can, until your throat tightens, tears streaking your face as you choke just a little, the sounds loud and messy, and perfect.

Then, he surprises you with a massive explosion. Hot. Thick. Deep down your throat.

You don’t flinch. You swallow every last drop. Eyes still on his, hands gripping him, sucking him until he groans again and his thighs twitch and he finally pulls away.

You stand up once more breathing hard, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, then licking your lips like you just finished dessert.

Nanami looks relieved, but also like he could go for an encore. Hair slightly tousled, breathing hard, his entire body pulsing with tension. He drags a hand down his face.

“That was…” He exhales, staring at you like the goddess you are. “…incredible.”

You smirk, licking a final drop from your lip. “Never underestimate the quick blowjobs.”

He tucks himself back in slowly, eyes still on you. “I need to taste you now.”

You blink. “What?”

He steps closer. “I want to eat your pussy until your legs shake. Until you scream. I want to take care of you.”

You’re already shaking. Your thighs rub together.

“You don’t have to—” you begin.

“I want to.” He cuts you off. “I’d hate it if I were the only one who came. That’s not how I like to end things.”

You take a deep breath, heart racing, body soaked. Your whole lower half is pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

“I want to keep going.” You whisper. “But the girls… they’ll notice if I’m gone too long.”

He frowns. “So?”

You laugh softly. “Kento! If we start getting frisky, I won’t be leaving this bathroom for at least another hour. That’s too long.”

He steps closer, grabs your waist, pulls you against him, his lips against yours. “What’s wrong with that?”

You melt. Full-on melt. He kisses you slow and filthy, like he’s got all night. You feel him harden again, just a little, against your thigh.

“You’re supposed to be the voice of reason.” You break the kiss, panting. “Baby, come on. Save it for later.”

Another kiss. Soft. Lingering. Then another. This one rougher. Your lips are tingling. Your thighs are aching.

“I’m gonna make you cum at least three times before bed tonight. You hear me?”

You grin. “Looking forward to it.”

One last kiss and you’re pulling away, breathless, dress sticking to your ass, hair wild, mouth swollen.

You step out and peek around. All clear. You walk back toward the bar like you didn’t just commit a felony-level blowjob.

And then you see them—The girls. Okay, maybe you were gone a little longer than you thought, because what is this circus?

Jaz is laying flat across the bar counter while a very hot bartender pours tequila straight into her mouth. Tiff and Di are doing synchronized body shots off each other’s thighs. Lex is whispering something dangerous into a guy’s ear who looks like he owns oil. Kaya?

Kaya is making out with some girl in a fishnet bodysuit and laughing between kisses like she knew this woman her whole life.

You blink. “Jesus Christ.”

Nanami appears at your side, cool as ever.

You lean toward him and whisper, “We’re never getting out of here alive.”

Tiff screams at you. “GET OVER HERE BITCH! THE NIGHT AIN’T FUCKIN’! It’s… c’mere!”

Di slurs her speech just as bed, “You look sober as fuck girl! Lemon Drop my bitch!”

Lex looks away from her man, “Listen to your mother! Gedda Lemon Drop!”

Jaz nods, “Two Lemon Drops and a Long Isl- Long I- Long Island… you know what the fuck I’m saying!”

You exhale triumphantly before looking over at Nanami once more. “Kento, please… I beg of you. Look away. I’m about to unleash my inner sorority girl.”

Oh yes. Unleash you did, and due to that, the rest of the night unfolds like a movie montage. Well, if the director was drunk, horny, and armed with a bottle of Patrón and glitter.

1:04 AM — The Takeover

Jaz is still splayed across the bar like a living goddess. Legs crossed, her glittery clutch dangling from one finger as the bartender hooks her up with free liquor. Di is cheering it on.

Tiff has someone’s boyfriend by the collar and is whispering what must be a felony into his ear. The girlfriend doesn't even care. She’s filming.

Lex has somehow negotiated with the DJ to switch up the playlist, and the next thing you know—boom, that causes all of your girls to lose it.

Kaya, now straddling the lap of fishnet girl, looks over her shoulder and shouts, “BITCH IT’S YOUR SONG!”

You scream. “IT’S MY FUCKING SONG!”

Nanami watches from the booth like a man observing a wildfire—detached, impressed, a little concerned for the surrounding property.

1:22 AM — The Dancing Escalates

You’re in it now. You’re in the middle of the dance floor, hips snapping, dress riding high. Your ass finds Kaya, then Di, then you spin and drop it low so hard the floor shakes. A circle forms. 

Someone yells “SHE ATE THAT.” Your girls are cheering you on like they’re your biggest fan, and honestly, they might be.

Lex appears with a bottle of champagne and no glasses. She pours it into your mouth.

You choke-laugh and swallow and scream, “Who gave you that?!”

Tiff laughs, “I took it!”

Nanami still hasn’t moved. He’s still in the booth, legs spread, water cup in hand, watching you like a man planning to defile you in twelve different ways. You feel his eyes like hands.

You wink at him.

He raises his glass.

1:38 AM — The Side Quests Begin

Kaya is now kissing two girls and has a third fanning her with a bar napkin. She waves at you mid-kiss like she’s checking in on her table at a restaurant.

Jaz starts playing a game of "Two Truths and a Shot" with a group of Korean tourists. She’s already got one of their numbers. Tiff heckles him.

Di challenges two random men to a body shot competition. She wins by intimidation alone. One man thanks her and immediately follows her around like a lost puppy.

Lex disappears for fifteen minutes and returns with a hookah from God knows where.

“Where did you even find that?” You yell.

“I manifested it!” She replies, exhaling a cloud of cotton candy smoke.

1:55 AM — Chaos Intermission

You all end up on the couches in the lounge section, laughing, sweaty, makeup smudged in the hottest possible way.

Nanami sits among you like a king on his throne, an arm slung over the back of your seat while you curl into him like a little drunk menace.

“Kento thinks we’re crazy!” You whine.

“Not at all.” He says in that smooth-ass voice.

Di kicks her heels up on the table. “She warned you.”

Jaz leans over, steals a sip of your drink, and hands it back with no explanation. “You’re doing great though, king. We like you.”

Tiff raises a toast. “To Nanami, the first man we didn’t threaten with legal action.”

You giggle and nuzzle into his neck. “You’re handling it like a champ.”

He kisses your temple. “I liked this. It was nice.”

You grin. “You mean you like watching me shake ass in public.”

“Correct.”

2:20 AM — Bar-Wide Takeover

At this point, you’ve managed to rope the entire bar into a group dance. The DJ is fully on board. He’s yelling out names. “KAYA ON THE LEFT! DI WITH THE STEP! TELL ‘EM WHO STARTED IT—LAMBDA PHI!!!”

Someone in a button-up and loafers is on all fours letting Lex pour a shot down his back. You don’t even ask.

A bottle of tequila is being passed like communion. You, Tiff, and Jaz do a synchronized slut drop to the beat while the crowd chants like it’s a sport.

Nanami? Back in the booth. Still watching you, but he’s smiling. It’s subtle, slight, but it’s there- and it’s real.

2:48 AM — The Wrap-Up

Everyone is fading.

Kaya’s lipstick is smeared. Jaz is massaging her feet and humming some song from 10 years ago. Tiff is leaning on Di and acting like she’s not tired. Lex is… trying to fight a plant?

You’re back on Nanami’s lap. Dress rumpled, lips swollen, your phone filled with blurry photos and chaotic videos.

You whisper in his ear, “Still wanna ruin me when we get home?”

He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Only if you want to after you sober up.”

You moan softly, then sigh. “Give me like… a Gatorade and a five-minute nap.”

“I don’t know about you bitches, but I could eat right now. I want a burger.” Tiff grumbled with her eyes shut.

There was a communal groan amongst the ladies. Like she said some magical word.

Lex gripped the “neck” of the plant, “Isn’t there some place 24 hours around here?”

You raise your hand, “There’s this place called MooBite. It’s like upscale but for sleazy business men who get drunk too late. It’s like a five minute walk.”

The collective groans make their rounds, but the ladies are on their feet, and everyone is being guided by their leader Nanami.

MooBite Burger & Shake : 3:10am : Roppongi

Sleek black tile floors, chrome counter tops, neon cow mascots giving you a thumbs-up from every direction—it’s ridiculous in the best way. The place smells like fried heaven and desperation. It's late, and it is packed with other drunk people looking for something greasy.

The moment your crew stumbled through the doors—heels clicking, extensions hanging by a thread, lashes halfway unlatched—every head turns. Not because you’re loud but because you look like a photoshoot gone feral.

Nanami is the only one who still looks together. Turtleneck crisp. Coat still pressed. Glasses unbothered. Meanwhile, you’re clutching his hand with glitter on your collarbone and possibly Di’s fake lash stuck to your neck.

After you order, the six of you somehow manage to cram yourselves into a corner booth meant for four, plus one very lucky stockbroker who now has your entire weight on his lap.

You wiggle on top of Nanami with zero shame, your dress halfway up your thighs and your legs hanging off the edge like you’re a baby.

“I swear if I don’t eat a cow in five minutes I will fade from this plane of existence.” You announce.

Kaya’s laying under the table. No explanation.

Jaz is stealing fries off a neighboring table and whispering about some naughty favors she will most certainly not follow through on.

Tiff is trying to do math on how long it’ll take to cook each patty and bring it out.

Thankfully she didn’t have to calculate too long. One of the employees came out with your tray of food and set it on the table.

“I want two double MooBites.” You slur, slapping the table with conviction, “With extra pickles, and if they don’t come with pickles, I will cry.”

“Girl, you already ordered that.” Di mutters. “He’s just dropping off the food.”

You turn to Nanami as you reach to grab a burger for each hand. “Baby don’t judge me.”

He just looks at you like a man in love. “I’m not judging you. You look happy.”

You moan around a mouthful of food. “I’m in love with cheese.”

Jaz looks between you two. “That man is so in love with you. Look at how he’s just letting you chew like that. With your eyes closed. Like a rat in bliss.”

Di nods sagely, dipping her fries in two sauces simultaneously. “He’s not even flinching when she bites into both burgers at once. That’s love.”

You dramatically rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. “I’m disgusting.”

He gently wipes ketchup from your chin with a napkin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Stop.” You speak with two burgers against your lips. “You can’t be sexy and nice. That’s too much! I’m overwhelmed!”

Lex smiles, “He wipes your chin and eats your pussy. You won.”

Tiff sits up straighter, which is saying a lot. Here she goes again. “So Nanami…has she told you about the candle incident at Duke?”

You freeze mid-bite. “No. NO. NoooOOOooOOoo—”

Nanami tits his head, curious. “Candle incident? Does this have anything to do with the candle loving ex?”

“Ah! You remembered! Yes! She tried to do ‘romantic ambiance’ with dollar store candles in her room. Set off the fire alarm. Whole house had to be evacuated, and we all had to run out as is.”

Jaz jumps in, “She was in lingerie!”

Di nearly choked from the memory, “And barefoot. In the rain.”

“This is the second fire-related story I heard about you.” Nanami looks at you, amused.

You mumble through your bite. “I was young. And horny. And romantic. And shut up Tiff!”

Lex nearly drops her soda laughing. “Tell him about the time you made a PowerPoint presentation on why that one TA should date you.”

“Oh my God.” You groan. “Kento, let me first start by saying it was a dare gone too far.”

Tiff grins. “She called it: ‘Ten Reasons We’d Be Iconic.’ Number 4 was ‘We both like espresso.’”

Nanami chuckles softly, warm hand rubbing your thigh. “You’ve always been this bold?”

You pout. “I thought you’d leave me if you knew I was a disaster.”

He smiles. “ One man’s disaster is another man’s paradise.”

There’s suddenly a collective, “Awwwwww!”

You melt into him like a microwaved marshmallow.

Now Tiff gets serious. She slams her paper cup down, soda sloshing out the top. “Okay. For real though.”

Everyone quiets.

Tiff looks at Nanami with wine-blurred focus. “I like you. But real talk—this is our girl.”

Di nods, mouth full. “Our sister.”

Tiff jabs a fry in the air for emphasis. “She’s loyal. She’s fine as hell. She’s funny. She’s crazy, yeah, but like… in a manageable way.”

Lex raises a brow. “Mostly.”

Tiff waves her off. “You got a good one. A real one. So just like… y’know. Don’t be dumb.”

Lex swirls her milkshake with a straw. “What Tiff is trying to say is—please take care of her.”

Jaz leans in. “This bitch is too strong-willed to admit it, but her heart’s fragile. Like glass. Handle with care.”

You blink rapidly, drunk emotions threatening to pour out your eyeballs. “Awwww. Guys.”

Kaya, who you almost forgot about, speaks from under the table. “We love you, bitch.”

Nanami nods. “I understand, and I will.”

He squeezes your hip, looking around the table. “Thank you for trusting me with her.”

Tiff leans back, satisfied. “Mmmm. Yeah. Okay..”

Jaz frowns, “And if you fuck up?”

Di sucks her teeth, “We have shovels.”

Lex grins, “And legal knowledge.”

You wave your half eaten burgers around, “Okay! That’s enough. He’s not gonna fuck up!”

Nanami whispers, dry. “This is very reassuring.”

You’re full. You’re drunk. You’re in love, and you’re absolutely gonna fuck this man into a oblivion when you get home. But first?

“Anyone wanna split a MooPie?” You lick your lips.

Lex groans. “Bitch you’re a machine.”

Nanami kisses your temple. “She’s alright.”

MooBite Burger & Shake : 4:04am : Roppongi

The greasy-salty joy of MooBite is fading into the haze of soft yawns and leaning heads. Burgers have been demolished. Milkshake cups are empty except for the sad, rattling remains of melted ice and half-hearted whipped cream. Fries are scattered like confetti, and someone—probably Lex—drew a penis in ketchup on a tray.

Everyone is leaning back like they’ve just emerged from battle, and in many ways, they have. 

Tiff stretches with a groan. “Shit. We gotta catch the train to Kyoto in like… four hours.”

You blink. Mid-sip of your post-burger soda. “What?! I thought y’all told me to take the next few days off?”

Di shrugs, dabbing her lip with a napkin like she’s at high tea. “Yeah, that was before we met Nanami. Had to make sure the man wasn’t a demon in disguise.”

Tiff flicks a fry at you. “Bitch, our vacation is not about you. You got your own storyline now.”

You laugh, nearly spitting soda. “Okay, okay—but you sure did text me fresh off the plane threatening to ruin my life.”

Jaz waves her hand dismissively. “Kidding! That was obviously a test. Had to rattle the cage a bit. Make sure our girl wasn’t out here cuddling with a serial killer.”

Nanami, calm as ever, simply nods. “Reasonable.”

Tiff smiles, “See?! Look at this rational ass man.”

Lex peers at her phone, squinting. “Shit. Are the trains even running right now?”

Nanami sets down his drink and adjusts his glasses. “I would never let you ladies catch the train at this hour. Let me call a cab for you.”

That’s it. That’s the moment.

Tiff clutches her chest dramatically. “And you said you don’t have a brother, Nanami?!”

Lex points a fry at him. “For real. Don’t be selfish with the DNA. There’s a crisis out here.”

He offers the faintest smile and pulls out his phone to order a car.

Fifteen minutes later, a sleek black cab pulls up to the front of MooBite. The engine purrs like money. The driver steps out, straightens his jacket like he just remembered this might be a high-value transport.

The girls are slow to rise—drunk and full, boots unbuckled and lashes askew—but they’re up.

You hug each one like they’re being deployed. Jaz kisses your cheek, Di bites your ear for some reason, Tiff smacks your ass, and Lex gives you a one-armed hug while texting the entire time.

“Text me when you reach the hotel.” You speak, mom voice on.

“Only if you promise not to die from stockbroker sex.” Jaz slurs.

“No promises.” You shout after her.

Nanami steps forward before they pile in and speaks to the driver in crisp Japanese, low and firm: “Please take care of them. They’re family.”

The girls don’t understand Japanese at all, but they do recognize the word family and they just know he said something sweet.

Tiff peeks her head out of the window, fake crying. “Awwww! NANAMI!”

Di reaches out and grabs your face. “If you dump him, we will exorcise you.”

You wave like you’re seeing them off to college, still giggling, heart warm and full and maybe a little hungover already.

The car pulls off and disappears into the city blur. You exhale, finally.

Nanami presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s head home.”

You turn to see Kaya leaning against the MooBite window, still texting, one heel in her hand, hair out of place, face glowing like she just made out with a stranger in a bathroom—which she honestly might have.

Nanami raises an eyebrow. “Kaya. You need a ride home too, right?”

She bats her lashes, mock-sweet. “Oh, I couldn’t ask.”

He levels her with a look that says Don’t even start. “Come on, Kaya. Let’s get you home.”

She clutches her chest and giggles. “Okay, big money. I’m coming.”

You’re howling! What was that?

“Don’t encourage her.” You snicker as Kaya scampers up next to you both, already humming a club remix of a nursery rhyme.

The three of you stroll out toward the street, the wind cool, the night finally catching up to your skin. You’re wrapped in Nanami’s jacket again, arms looped around his waist like a blanket. He’s warm. Solid. Steady.

You peek up at him. “Did you have fun?”

He looks down at you with a soft smile as he rubs your back. “I did.”

You narrow your eyes. “Like… actually fun? You’re not just being nice?”

He gives a soft laugh. “Sweetheart, if I didn’t enjoy myself, I would be honest.”

You smile wider. “So you’re not gonna break up with me?”

He stops walking, pulls you closer, and leans down until his lips are against your temple. “You’d have to leave me first. I’m here. You hear me?”

You lean against him, bury your face in his chest, sighing like you just exhaled every burden you ever carried.

Kaya’s walking ten steps ahead of you like she didn’t just hear the most romantic thing of all time. She shouts, “Can y’all hurry up? I have work tomorrow. Actually, don’t we all have work tomorrow?”

You laugh, hug Nanami tighter, and whisper into his shirt, “Welcome to the madness, baby.”

He smiles, steady and soft. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Nu-13 SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nu is loud and aggressive with her affection and there’s not much you can do about it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It’s easy to meet Nu by hanging out with Noel and Lambda. She’s the most loud and energetic of the trio.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Nu is a huge cuddlebug and loves to be close to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She wants to live with you immediately. Does she know anything about cooking or cleaning? No. But will that stop her? Also no.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

There is no breaking up with Nu, only becoming one.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She is unaware of the concept and you want to keep it that way. As soon as she finds out about it she goes feral.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

While there is no longer a need for stabbing her affection does come in violent ways including bites and scratches.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Always clinging to you in some way, be it literally not wanting to get off you or simply interlocking pinkies.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Almost immediate. Sprinkles it in with her usual combinations of death threats and innuendo.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Do I even have to say it? She is immediately ready to kill.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She has absolutely zero clue what she’s doing. That will not demotivate her however. Despite blurring the line between biting, kissing and just drooling all over you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Due to her childish nature she has a great time with children but isn’t so great at taking care of them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Nu does not like getting up early and also doesn’t like being in bed without you so she’ll try to keep you there as long as possible.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You'd think due to her energetic nature it's hard to get her to sleep but as long as you're with her she's snug as a bug in a rug.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

There isn't much for Nu to talk about. Her memories are too hazy to properly put into words and the rest is better off forgotten.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She would not get angry at anything except seeing you with another woman. Even then she’s mad at her and not you.

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She will remember anything that fits her agenda. Everything else gets twisted into whatever she sees fit.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you let her stab you a little. As a treat.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She is so ready to kill to protect you you have no idea.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She definitely puts a lot of effort in but her results often vary.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It’s pretty obvious she can be incredibly overbearing.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think she’d enjoy cute clothes with stuff like frills.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She already does.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Nu very much enjoys stealing and wearing your clothes. This wouldn’t be a problem if she stole clean ones.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She does not like any woman she sees as a threat.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She hates sleeping alone so if you get up during the night she will follow you no matter what.

[sanguineshade]

Out of all the playable units in BBDW that have their voice lines on the Blazblue wiki (looking at you Trinity/extra Noel), did you know that only four of them fall for an April Fool's lie?

And Summer!Platinum(Sena) was technically trying to lie to you (Luna just fell for it)

Now, how did I came across this information? Well, heheh, let's just say... I had dinner very late last night.

By the way, all the characters that lie to Rei (Player Character) on April Fools are, in no particular order:

Ringo Akagi (says she'll die if she's not on a curry-exclusive diet)

Nine the Phantom (actually telling the truth about the big weapon in her basement...)

Tenjo Amanohokosaka (plays a cutesy act)

Rachel Alucard (pretends it's another holiday where you have to forgive any lies)

Jubei (says one of his comrades is a remote-controlled machine)

Summer!Mai Natsume ("April fools? What are you saying? It's June! It's summer vacation! Let's go to the beach!")

Platinum the Trinity (both versions, normal is Luna lying about being a princess from a faraway land, summer is Sena lying about them being able to separate)

Celica (pretends she's lost and amnesiac. Only half-lying, she is actually lost)

Fuzzy (pretends he's a new Fuzzy who just woke up)

Hazama (says he wants to take over the System here. Good one)

Taokaka (says she's scared of meatbuns and is very very extra about it <3)

Everyone else only remarks on April Fools. Mostly it's them not being into the concept or not knowing what to lie about. Here's some I remember off the top of my head:

Drei is very adamant that he just can't accept lies

Bang says you should only tell a lie to bring a smile to people's faces - I bet Tao got her idea of a lie from him

Makoto still has to think of a lie to tell Noellers

Kokonoe dares you to lie if you wanna be her guinea pig (don't threaten me with a good time old lady...)

Avenge complains that he's got a job to do and this kind of thing just makes it more difficult

Saya Terumi can't think of lies

Acht remarks that every woman lies

Naoto Kurogane asks Rei (you) to kindly tell him when you lie (and he's very poor meow meow about it)

Lambda has the concept on her database

Es doesn't quite get it

Hakumen says that maybe this is the one day his "lie" will be real

Another!Kagura hates lies and is very broody about it

Another!Mai dislikes lies and is somewhat threatening about it

Chachakaka would rather take a nap

Kagura Mutsuki will not take lies from men... but he'll take 'em from women, so ladies please lie nicely to him (*hits him with a frying pan*)

Juusan is annoyed and declares she won't fall for lies if you try

Kazuma would rather not participate as with his memory issues he doesn't even know when he's telling the truth usually

Akane Teruhiko wants to think of a good lie to get Jin

Valkenhayn is not into lying. His younger self remarks about the tale of The Boy Who Cried Wolf

And then there's Arakune, I'll be honest, not entirely sure what's going on with him, but it's definitely something alright.

Update:

@hecatialapis-lazuli was kind enough to point out what Taokaka's going on about. "Manjuu Kowai" is a short story about a man who lies about being afraid of Manjuu

I really liked this video with the translation, but the most common version you'll find on youtube are for kids:

Here's one in JP

And here's one in English!

This is absolutely hilarious and very much like something Tao would try, I love her so much. Thank you for telling me.