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summer's finally here 😈😈😈😈... it's time for sam to photosynthesize

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hi my name is kay now NOT harlow and i am back and ready to write again! yayayay. lots of the media i used to be into i am not into now but i will do my best i promise.

rentry is the same (here) still slightly outdated. yahoo!

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an shiraishi’s next focus event: a little dump/prediction

note: i grabbed this from my twt acc (popoutsekai) so if this looks like it it’s supposed to don’t worry abt it! the blue is the card opening text

story one.

one day she has a dream. kohane and akitoya are giants. an is equivalent to a fucking ant. they leave her behind because they can’t see her under them.

or something along those lines. anyways she wakes up with heart palpitations because she is terrified. tears sear her face. everything around her is blurry and unkept.

her broken look is the untrained card of the event; a hazy colored drawing of the ever-confident girl sweating and crying in her bed.

“weren’t we going to be together, always?”

story two.

well of course she has school. she goes and gets ready for school after this, ignoring her tears. and then she actually has to go to school. she brushes away her parents. she never did that. ever.

this story is short for a reason. she wants to leave her house as much as possible. she wants to take all the back alleys to school. she doesn’t want to see anyone that she doesn’t need to.

story three.

mizuki’s there, thank god. when they talk, an asks to go on the rooftop. mizuki is obviously irked by this. an had never asked to go on the rooftop in the past. more like ever.

but mizuki’s a good friend, so they walked her up like a good friend would.

story four.

shortly after arriving, an has a breakdown breakdown. she starts mumbling about how kohane’s gonna leave her and how she’ll never be good enough and how it’s stupid that she cares so much about it as well.

“it was supposed to be me that taught her, not the other way around.”

an is kind of screaming sobbing to the world so it’d be unsurprising if someone heard her cries.

but toya hears this.

he’s obviously like “is that really an???” yes, vbs recognizes each others voices, but it doesn’t mean they’re hesitant to reach out to each other.

but he didn’t hesitate to run up the stairs and bodyslam the door with all of his strength. his view of mizuki and an is heartbreaking. the two were hugging each other so tight it’s like they would lose each other.

the “camera” pans into his eyes. his mouth is open. he is scared.

this is his untrained for the event.

“get your head up, shiraishi!”

story five.

this gets wind to the virtual singers, and fast.

meiko gets wind of this first, since toya had rushed to street sekai (once he asked mizuki to leave the rooftop, he could take care of an) and she doesn’t hesitate to pop up on his phone once he gets back.

she’s like “what’s wrong??” and an is pissing herself she can’t think of words to convey what she’s trying to say.

so an writes down how she’s feeling and then meiko goes off screen and then she comes back. “i just told kaito about this. he’s going to visit kohane later today. but isn’t it time that you tell akito about this?”

story six.

after saying their thanks, they have to run to akito. he’s in his usual seat thanks to toya, who told him he needed to get something.

“ah, there you are, it took you long enough. hey an.” he treated her so normally it scared toya.

an has yet another breakdown breakdown, this time on akito’s desk. she can’t stop the tears or the incoherent mumbling.

akitoya tries to soothe her worries but her screeching only grows louder. akito pulls them all into a group hug. they need it. badly.

him initiating the hug is his 3* untrained.

“can we please bring it in?”

then they all leave. an decides it’s best if they all skip practice today, because what’s with going to practice if nothing seems right while they’re doing it?

toya texts the group chat about skipping practice. kohane texts back with a concerned but okay seeming message.

story seven.

but kohane goes to weekend garage anyways. she doesn’t really give two fucks about if they’re not practicing. she hasn’t had the greatest day and she needed an’s undying comfort.

“oh, an-chan!” she smiled as she walked into the cafe, spotting her friend. an waved back, but she did nothing more.

strange.

kohane’s brown turn inward at this bullshit she’s spewing.

“an?”

“do you want anything to drink today?”

“don’t play dumb, an!”

she runs away, back into the kitchen, seemingly into the bathroom. there are pink and yellow triangles that signal that she went to sekai.

kohane’s eyes widened, but she opened ready steady and felt her body disappear into the darkness.

once she appeared, an was running past her. kohane turned her heel and chased faster.

“tell me what’s going on, an!”

puddles of tears fell at the sides of the vivids. “i can’t, i can’t do it kohane!”

they both eventually slow down and an runs into an alleyway, in hopes that kohane won’t find her.

her jacket’s too bright. she catches her in an instant. an’s tears pile up so high it almost makes a little stream in the divots of the unpaved ground.

“an, please get up.”

story eight.

they totally talk about the problem and an’s separation issues. an spills everything about her jealousy over the past year. it’s eating her out. she can’t hold it in anymore.

“an-chan, i would never leave you!”

“what makes you say that, kohane?” an starts sniffling again.

“i-“ kohane is blushing. is this the best time to say this?

“i love you, shiraishi an!” they stand there. tears well up in an’s eyes even more. kohane starts to panic. maybe she doesn’t lean that way? maybe it was too sudden and it’ll all break apart?

the girl shifted her hat and tenderly grazed an’s cheek. “can i prove it to you…through a kiss?”

anhane kiss ensues.

then kaimei is found to be standing at the back. they high five while anhane is kissing.

the back perspective of the high five is meiko’s untrained. anhane can be seen in the back with an’s eyes wide open and kohane’s hat off of her head and in her free hand.

“we’ve done it, kaito.”

but of course they get caught.

kaimei starts booking it but anhane stays behind. more love confessions and undying partner links ensue.

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anhane met up with akitoya later that day.

“hi guys! we’re dating!” an grinned.

“didn’t you just have a mental breakdown saying how kohane was gonna leave you.”

“oh, um, i got her out of that, shinonome-kun.”

“and how exactly did you do that?”

“umm, it’s a little embarrassing, i kissed her.”

akitoya stares at anhane. damn, they were not expecting that.

afterwards they tell everyone. they’re all pleasantly surprised at how this turned out, but honestly they’re glad it turned out for the better.

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kohane has a 2* titled more than partners???

the skill name is “lesbi-an” or something like that

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airi momoi x ena shinonome : she/her

third person pov, spoiler free, read under cut <3

in a field of daisies, there were two childhood friends. they met in middle school, as two people who struggle with their identity do.

she had brown hair, cropped to the shoulders she tiredly bore. when she had the energy, she would pull three strands of the mess of hair to braid them. this braid usually fell to the left side. people would say it felt on the right side, which she had to correct in order to get things straight. she was always correcting things. but she doesn’t want to admit that.

lying next to her was, simply, her.

her hair was a bubblegum pink, tied in twin tails with yellow bows her mom may have made for her. who knows? but her soft pink eyes always managed to grasp the attention of everyone around her. these eyes her face perfectly bore were just…breathtaking.

they both had the same fashion sense, the same (no, similar, she could never compare to her,) personality, but dreams they had clashed against against one another non-rhythmically.

she wanted to be an artist, pursing drawing and painting more than ever. and she had a younger brother. it was true that he sucked, but not as much as their dad. she vowed, inwardly, to be better than her dad as an artist and as a person.

the house that her family lived in was nothing less than chaotic. her youngest sibling was one tiny one, who also aspired to be an idol just like her “favorite big sis!” jesus, her younger sister didn’t know how many sacrifices herself would make to get there, just like how her mind was like back then.

in a field of daisies, she confessed her love for her.

it was a warm spring day. the warmth couldn’t compare to how warm (and pink!) her cheeks were. and guess what?

she thought that her immediate reaction would be to leave her, like everyone else she had loved before.

if only she knew, her love for ena would never fade away.

daisies die, but airi would love the artist ‘till the end of time.

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from anonymous : Can I get a sunny x reader where the reader likes to draw? Reader doesn't really share their drawings with the gang but one day sunny accidentally sees their sketchbook somehow and sees beautiful drawings of him made by y/n.

I hope you're having a wonderful day!🧸

ahh hello!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day too! sorry i messed up some formatting stuff and it ended up deleting your ask (oops?) i don’t know when you sent this so i’m banging it out as fast as i can + i’m new to tumblr bear with me pls </3 also i didnt know which sunny you wanted so i wrote for older sunny, if you want more younger sunny lmk pls !!

w/o further ado, welcome to artist!reader x sunny from both povs ^^

art cred !! + ct reading under cut, omori spoilers regarding the entire plot lmao sorry </3

reader perspective - second pov

did you mean to leave your sketchbook at sunny’s house, three years ago? most definitely not. why would you, [name], the organized artist of the 12 year olds, become so forgetful at a random moment in time? and now you were 15, 16 give or take.

you were the one who changed the least over those three long years; just a little more troubled, a little less organized. and you forgot about your sketchbook a while ago. you assumed you left it at the park, or something. but it wasn’t a big deal. the big deal was that you and kel got sunny out of the house!

it was actually mostly kel. that was the only person you talked to, basically. and you were busy the third day before sunny’s move. so, you joined him on the second day before.

“so, sunny, you okay and everything?” you slipped in when kel randomly flew away to get hero more random gifts at fix-it, of all places. “i heard you were moving away. are you excited?”

you heard a light “mhm” vocalize from his chest. you turned to him and smiled slightly.

“you’re lucky, you know. the world out there’s big. i hope you have a good time and stuff.”

“mhm.”

“just don’t forget about all of us!” you poked him with your shoulder lightly as to not push him over. he was glass, he was fragile, but he was as graceful as ever.

he nodded as kel yelled for you two to finally “move along! we’re going home- well, to my house!”

you were almost taking your first steps in kel’s direction, but sunny didn’t really move. noticing this, your body turned on its own to face him. “wanna take my hand?”

he blinked. yeah, sunny blinked.

“sure.”

it was quiet, but you could hear it loud and clear. his hand gripped onto yours as snug as could be.

well, maybe for him. he was gripping on for dear life on your part.

“YO! will you guys hurry? hero’s almost here…” kel’s whines echoed throughout the store, annoying the workers there.

you laughed a little, sunny’s hand still in yours. “hold on, kel! we’ll be right there!”

and with that, you felt as if sunny gained trust with you a little more.

sunny’s perspective - second pov

did you mean to find [name]’s sketchbook, from years and years ago, in your room as you and kel and hero and them were sleeping over in your house, in your room? most definitely not. in fact, you were just snooping around your living room before you heard their steps float in the house.

you flinched. they really haven’t changed throughout the years(?) you spent without them. they just looked different. a little more disheveled. but they still had that grace they held within them.

“hey, sunny? do you know where the bathroom is?” they yawned groggily, you figured you had to turn around to face them properly. “sorry, i just keep forgetting how your house wo- what is that?”

their eyes landed on the booklet that you had in your hands. the front cover had sketches of your little group. your little seven person group from long ago.

“hold on, i lost that a long time ago! well, we can kill some time here. do you wanna look through it together?”

you nodded, wanting to see more. what’s gone through their mind all this time? what happened throughout all those years?

but the first page you flipped to was near the middle of the sketchbook. it was a full body pose of…someone who looked so familiar. it felt as if it was captured from years ago, and placed onto the page. the boy felt happy, full of love and life. and you knew that wasn’t like how you were back then, not most of the time.

you turned to [name], staring at their gaping mouth and wide eyes. “oh my god, i forgot about that drawing.” they caressed the pages between their fingers and smiled. “this is the drawing that inspired me to draw more of…well, you. a little embarrassing, huh?”

you shook your head. it was more embarrassing for you, really.

“oh, phew, that’s a relief! well, that’s because…let me just show you.” they placed a hand inside their sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a small notebook around the same size you had in your hands. it fell onto the notebook you held with a plop. “you can look through it if you want.”

and so you did. the pages felt so good to flip through. it felt good to see some life within a notebook. the boy they drew had a simple anatomy, which they sketched perfectly. his hair was in place sometimes; others it wasn’t. his eyes had a sparkle in it sometimes; others he seemed gloomy. either way, the poses they drew felt so natural and light compared to the ones white space had to offer.

there were also sketches of their group. some in color, some not. he saw pictures of mari and hero holding hands and dancing. aubrey and kel and basil and sunny, all running around happily. was this another reality they tuned themself into?

“um, sunny? do you like them?” that’s what caught you off guard. “i mean, the drawings.”

you knew [name] never bragged about their drawing skills. back then, they only sketched with the intent of keeping it to themself only. and they got super flustered when people asked if they could show them their drawings. especially sunny.

“yeah.”

this meant a lot to [name]. sunny knew this much. their eyes grew wide like how they first laid eyes on their own sketchbook. “hehe, thanks.”

“mhm.”

“so, should we go back upstairs? i remembered where the bathroom is now! it’s up the stairs and in the middle, right?” they smiled wide again, helping you stack your notebooks up into a little pile and placing it on your hands.

you nodded, as always.

“let’s go then!” you two walked side by side, up the stairs one step at a time. the silence felt super comforting and natural, going up like you two were going to conquer the world.

well, faraway town was a start at least.

as you two reached the top, they looked you in the eye. their gaze was a little scary, but it wasn’t unusual for [name] to do stuff like this.

“hey sunny? i just wanted to let you know i love you.”

blink.

“i always have had just a little thing for you, and now that you’re moving, i just wanted you to have this.” they held out a drawing of you two together, sitting on a bench and holding hands. it depicted you and them from years ago together.

another blink.

“thanks for being a great friend, sunny! hah, i’ll always keep a little space in my notebooks for you.”

reader perspective - second pov

what you didn’t expect for sunny to do was lean his forehead on yours. but it felt so natural, so you two just stood there for a good amount of time. it felt right to be here, to stand here, to hold these notebooks and to hold these memories that were supposed to be made.

maybe someday you’ll make them.

but it starts with sunny overcoming his fears and faults. and you were willing to wait until the end of time.

and somewhere in his shrouded heart, he would wait for you too.

maybe soon enough, your happy endings will end up crossing together in the shape of love.

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g/n reader x mari : write me letters : 1042 words

second person pov : spoiler free! : art credit

keep reading under cut !

it started off as a school project with the 8th graders, a weirdly interesting one at that. a little collaboration between schools in which both thought would be a good experience for the kids. you heard everyone groan inwardly when the principal said those words. no one liked your grade, and this guy is the only one who could tolerate you.

“please report to your homeroom teachers after classes today, we’ve allowed 10 minutes to get everyone their letters.” once the bell rang, he waved his hand to get everyone out of the dusty auditorium.

with your hands in your sweatshirt pockets, you pushed your way through the crowd and back into the hallways to your next class. at least you were missing geometry. it’s always a good day when you get to miss part of geometry.

but the day only droned on as your friends came up to you and asked who you thought you’d get. “i don’t know who i’ll get, but i hope they’re not a total bitch,” you respond with a laugh. a teacher caught you saying that one time and just had to pull you aside. and you had to give a shitty response to why you were late to your gym class.

but then the end geometry rolled around, and you took a seat in your usual homeroom seat. the letter was already on your desk to give you a chance to look at the return address. the top left corner showed your pal’s first name as “mari” who lived in faraway town.

what kind of town name is faraway town? the name mari is pretty though…

your thoughts wandered so much that you didn’t notice the bell ringing until the second to last person got out the door. with a jolt, you practically ran to your locker, shoving everything inside your bag you needed that night. before swinging it on your shoulders, you eyes met the letter in your hands. help, why were you so excited to read this letter?

“hey [name]! who’d you get?” one of your friends pounced on you as your feet stumbled in the hallway. “i got someone named valentina. she seems pretty cool!”

“oh, the person i got is named mari.”

“sick! hopefully she’s nice, what if they’re friends?”

“um, it’s a possibility!” you were getting tired of your friend, all you wanted to do was rip this letter open.

“haha, true! i’ll leave for now, catch you later!”

“bye!” you said as your hand waved side to side. thank god.

you counted the number of buses to get to your own, climbing up and greeting the bus driver. the usual seat in the middle for you was always open. tossing your bag on the outside seat, you opened the letter from the window.

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‘ hey, is this [name]?

it’s so nice to meet you!! my name is mari, and i’m your penpal from faraway town middle! sounds like a funny town name, right? haha, that’s what i always think when i think too much about it.

let me tell you more about my life for this assignment; my name is mari (again!) and i live with my mom and my younger brother. his name is sunny and he’s 4 years younger than i am! he’s friends with his classmates, who are named basil, aubrey, and kel. kel’s older brother (whose real name is henry) is also a part of our little group.

some hobbies of mine are playing the piano, making picnics, and i used to play softball before i had to quit. although that was kind of annoying, i think piano really saved me through that time. it’s sad losing the things you love, right?

enough about me, once you write back, please tell me more about yourself too! i think you have a really nice name, i know it’ll suit your personality too! oh, and please tell me more about doveport! i’ve heard that it has really good sweets, you’ve gotta show me some time.

please write back! (more than once, obviously, i want to keep talking to you!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）)

~ mari ♪ ’

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you found yourself being yelled at by the bus driver as your stop was near. god, have you been reading this letter for that long? but mari seemed so interesting…

with a quick thank you, your body found itself out the door and in your room. it happened so quick, but you opened your phone for the first time since that morning and…was that her?

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m4ri.h: hi! i don’t mean to scare you or anything, but is this [name] [surname]?

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so she found your socials already…huh.

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[username]: yeah it is! and dw you didnt scare me haha

m4ri.h: oh good! i’m just going to send you my phone number, i forgot to send it earlier when i was writing the letter ＿|￣|○

[username]: ok cool, i was gonna write mine down in the letter too

m4ri.h: alrighty! if you wanna text me, my number is XXX-XXXX-XXXX !

[username]: cool!

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closing out of instagram, you opened your contacts and put her contact in your phone. you just needed to ask one question before you were finished.

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hey! um, what do you want your contact picture to be in my phone?

oh!! hey there, this is good, thanks so much!!

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once you saved that photo in your phone contact, you knew you two were definitely going to talk for more than you bargained for. 

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yeah, of course!

hold on, are you free tomorrow after school? i can show you around doveport if you want

oh yeah! i’d love to, let me just ask my mom first >:]

and maybe you were assigned mari for a reason, maybe you weren’t.

i’m free! is it okay if i bring my brother with me?

oh man, now hero and sunny’s friends want to come over too…

its chill, i can hang out with them too dw !

ahh thank you so much…are you sure though?

yeah, i think itd be fun to meet them actually haha

i’ll let them know then, ttyl ok? and tytytyy (;_;)

later! and its nbd haha <3

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and at that moment, you knew she was going to be the best thing in your life.