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Special treatment – Iida Tenya x reader anime: my hero academia wc 1294 – f!reader

As usual, class A paid Tenya little to no mind when he encouraged them to have another focused and disciplined day of classes before the teacher arrived in the morning. You nodded along to whatever he said, mostly wondering what you were going to wear to the cinema with the girls on Friday, when-

Tenya quickly walked over to your desk instead of his own, putting down a water bottle and bowing. “Drinking water is essential to help the brain retain information in class.” And then he finally moved to sit in his seat before you even got to answer.

“Uh,” you stuttered, cheeks flushing lightly under everyone’s attention. They were all shocked at the unusual behaviour from their class president. “Thank you.”

You spotted Momo and Ochako immediately whispering to each other, giggling to themselves as they looked between you and Tenya.

What the hell was that?

At lunch, the girls wouldn’t shut up about it. In an attempt to stop them, you insisted that it was probably because he thought you were stupid or something.

“I would never think that about you.” The urgency in his voice startled you, and you turned quickly to find Tenya standing right beside your table with his lunch tray. “No one is stupid; there is only potential for growth.”

Your eyes were somewhat stuck on him, but you knew the girls could see your ears burning at the unexpected encounter. “Th-that’s great. I think.”

“Even me? Do I have great potential?” Denki queried as he was just passing by with Kirishima.

Tenya didn’t turn to him, but took a second too long to answer. “Some less than others.”

“Did you want to sit with us, Ten?” Mina queried, leaning her forearms on the table as if she didn’t already have front row seats. You chuckled a little to yourself, still amused by Tenya’s lack of belief in Denki’s potential, but you quickly shut up when a bowl of salad was placed if front of you.

“I have been invited to sit elsewhere with Midoriya, but I wanted you to have this, y/n.”

Looking back and forth between him and the side dish, you weren’t sure what to say, especially when the girls were staring like this was their new favourite movie. “Thank you. Is there a reason?”

Tenya nodded, and you suddenly noticed his ring finger tapping rhythmically on the side of his tray like a nervous habit. “It’s important to eat enough that you don’t get hungry until your next meal, whichwouldn’t be until after school. Please enjoy your lunch.” With another formal bow, he quickly left.

What the hell is going on?

After finishing most of your food, you packed the rest up to munch on later and asked the girls to watch your stuff. They all cooed teasingly as you said you wanted to talk to Tenya, and you tried to angrily shush them before just straight up running away.

Because of all the noise in the cafeteria, Tenya and Midoriya didn’t notice you walking up behind them. Leaning over their shoulders, you got a glance at the single sheet of paper between them. It contained a mix of a neat list with equally spaced numbers and messy scribbles on top where ideas had been scratched out and notes were added.

Just as Midoriya sensed you, you managed to catch the page title.

Plan for courting y/n, it said. Then the word ‘courting’ had been crossed out and replaced with ‘charming’, and then that was replaced with ‘wooing’ in a red pen, as if another party had interrupted their process.

Midoriya scrambled to place both his hands on top of the paper to hide it, smudging some yoghurt on it in the process, and Tenya looked confused at first before also noticing you. He lifted his arms as if to explain, but it looked more like a poor attempt at imitating a robot.

“I did not expect to see you here!” he said, loudly.

“I’m sorry for disturbing your creative process, but maybe you’d like some tips?” you said, but the teasing in your voice was toned down by the way you fiddled with your hands.

Tenya clutched onto the paper, probably crinkling it and smudging the newest writing. “You were not supposed to see this.”

For the first time, Tenya sounded a little shy.

You hummed and shrugged, scratching the back of your head in thought. “I don’t know who it’s for,” you lied, pretending not to have seen your name. “But it’s always better to just ask them out. If they don’t give you a chance, they’re not worth it anyway.”

When he didn’t seem to find an answer right away, you nodded politely before turning away, ears burning with hope that he would get the hint.

The girls questioned you when you returned, and you tried to explain what had happened without showing how giddy it made you, but it wasn’t easy. The sheepish smile crept past your lips when they squealed, all making bets on when he would finally ask you out.

Tenya definitely liked you, and your friends knew you’d liked him for a while.

Your last lesson of the day was with Aizawa, and most of you were just trying to stay awake for the remaining five minutes. “Now, your class president asked me for a minute of your time. Please-“ He was walking around the classroom and smacked Sero with a rolled-up document, waking him up. “Give him your attention.”

As Aizawa settled in the back of the room to watch, Tenya cleared his throat and moved up to the board.

“It has come to my attention that a lot of you understand I’m in the process of wooing y/n, as Shoto called it.” Your jaw dropped as you watched him address the class, slowly sinking into your chair at the slight embarrassment. “However, I would like to assure you that even though I have feelings for her that I don’t have for any of you, I will not be giving her special treatment even if she does agree to go out with me.”

Bakugo gave a grunt of displeasure from the back of the class, and you hid your face in your hands, glancing at the class president between your fingers.

It might have been a bit embarrassing, but damn it your heartbeat wouldn’t slow down.

“I think I speak on behalf of everyone when I say it’s completely fine,” Midoriya answered kindly, also surprised by his friend’s public approach.

Kirishima looked around before holding his hand up. Tenya gestured for him to speak, prolonging your torture.

“How is it going? Are you going to be dating soon?”

“Class dismissed!”

With fire in your step, you took hold of Tenya’s blazer and pulled him with you outside. While he might have been able to pull away, he let you do it anyway.

“If you are going to ask me to give you special treatment anyway, I will not be swayed,” he swore the second you let him go after finding a spot where none of the others might eavesdrop.

You blinked at him before sighing. “I want to go out with you. No more wooing, it’s stressing me out.”

“Oh.” Tenya seemed to malfunction for a moment before pulling out a perfectly folded piece of paper from his chest pocket.

Unfolding it, he adjusted his glasses to read.

“I have three more steps. Can it wait?”

Instead of answering the ridiculous question, you grabbed each side of his collar and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his when he didn’t seem to fight it.

There, you’re dating. Easy peasy.

Now you just had to make him reconsider that special treatment…

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went back and forth trying to decide if I'll use their first or last names and ended up giving up so it's a little mixed sry<3

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cats. Pick one to take with you

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Heisuke & Piisuke

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Sakamoto Days coming January 11, 2025!

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congratulations to taro for giving birth to three grown ass adults

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Sakamoto days is so funny to me because it's simultaneously an anime based on comedy but also has some of the most awesome and jaw dropping fight scenes ever. Like. Here's a chubby round man with three adopted children who is also the most legendary best hitman ever. He becomes buff when he fights and becomes round again after. He is retired but not really because there's now a bounty on his head and people keep trying to kill him. He owns a convenience store with his name on it with his wife and daughter. He's strong enough to catch a bullet with chopsticks but folds when his beautiful wife threatens divorce. His adopted children include a psychic son, an ex mafia daughter, and an expert sniper himbo with a bird. He just wants to live out a peaceful life but keeps getting dragged into bullshit. He is the most Guy™ ever.

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synopsis ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ when you’re too sick to care for your baby, nanami brings her to the office strapped to his chest—calm, efficient, and completely unfazed as he gives presentations with a pacifier on his tie and a baby on board.

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nanami doesn’t even flinch when you croak from under the covers, voice raw and pitiful: “ken, i can’t—i think i have a fever, and she won’t stop crying unless i’m holding her.”

your voice cracks halfway through the sentence. you look like a ghost of yourself, half-sunken into your nest of tissues and blankets, hair a disaster, eyes glazed and watery. the baby’s red-faced and sniffling too, sprawled across your chest like a little heater, tiny fists grasping your shirt like she knows you might try to hand her off.

nanami, standing in the doorway, calmly adjusts his watch.

“i’ll take her.”

you blink. “you… you have three meetings today.”

“and now i have three meetings with a baby,” he says, already crossing the room like a man with a mission.

you can’t even protest properly before he’s kneeling beside the bed and gently peeling her off you, expertly switching to his papa voice — warm and low, as if he’s de-escalating a tiny, fussy hostage situation.

“there we go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then yours. “we’ll manage. rest. you know what medicine you should take. call me if you need anything.”

ten minutes later, he’s at the front door in his usual tan coat, baby carrier strapped securely to his chest like she’s a very warm, very giggly piece of office equipment. she’s wearing one of those obnoxiously frilly headbands you swore you’d never put on her — but she screamed when he tried to take it off, and he’s not here to pick battles today.

diaper bag over his shoulder. bottle packed. pacifier clipped neatly to his tie. hair combed, shoes polished, baby securely swaddled and babbling.

“don’t let the interns try to hold her,” you wheeze weakly from the hallway.

“i would rather die,” he replies without missing a beat.

as he walks out, you hear him murmur to her, “no loud commentary during the finance report. we must suffer through it in dignified silence.”

cut to: the morning finance meeting, 9:01 a.m., in a fluorescent-lit conference room downtown.

the projector is humming. spreadsheets fill the screen. half the team is slumped in various degrees of caffeine withdrawal.

nanami kento walks in, perfectly on time, baby on his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he doesn’t explain it. doesn’t apologize. he walks straight to the head of the table, clicks open his laptop, adjusts the projector, and begins speaking with the same calm, measured cadence he always uses—

except this time, there’s a tiny foot sticking out of the carrier, gently bumping his blazer.

“moving into Q3,” he says, clicking to the next slide, “we’re forecasting a moderate increase in asset reallocation—”

the baby lets out a soft, inquisitive coo.

nanami glances down at her, gives a very small nod, and says to the room, “correct. the Q3 projections are, in fact, unfortunate.”

silence.

well—almost silence.

from somewhere near the coffee machine, an intern tries to whisper, “is that a—?”

nanami turns his head fractionally. just enough to shut it down.

“yes. she’s here in lieu of her mother, who is unwell. please direct all questions to me or her, depending on the topic.”

no one questions it.

she doesn’t cry, not even once. in fact, she seems thrilled. she clutches his tie like it’s her personal emotional support ribbon and waves her tiny hand every time someone shifts in their chair. at one point, she lets out a high-pitched giggle, and nanami simply pauses mid-sentence, gently pats her back, and continues like nothing happened.

someone tries to make eye contact and smile at her—

she beams and throws her toy at them.

nanami takes back the toy and sighs, “don’t encourage her. she’ll never stop.”

the entire time, he keeps presenting with his utmost precision, occasionally glancing down at her to tuck the headband back into place or swap her pacifier like he’s been doing this his whole life.

he wraps up right on time.

“any further questions?”

dead silence.

even the regional manager just gives a tight nod. no one wants to risk being shamed by a baby.

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back home, it’s late afternoon when the door creaks open.

you’re still buried in blankets, half-delirious and clinging to a half-empty box of tissues. you blearily lift your head at the sound of keys in the bowl.

nanami walks in with the same exact expression he had when he left: calm, unreadable… except there’s a little extra softness at the corners of his eyes.

the baby is still strapped to his chest. fast asleep now, one hand gripping his tie, the other curled against his collarbone. she’s drooling slightly. he hasn’t removed the headband.

“she was very well-behaved,” he says quietly. “arguably more professional than half the team.”

you laugh — or try to, but it comes out as a croaky wheeze.

he crouches beside you, brushing a bit of hair from your face. “how are you feeling?”

“like death.” he nods and kisses your cheek.

you glance over at the baby. “how was she, really?”

“chatty,” he says, straight-faced. “opinionated about quarterly earnings. but otherwise excellent.”

he lifts her hand gently, unhooks her fingers from his tie.

“you’re insane,” you whisper.

he leans in to kiss your forehead, gentle and lingering.

“efficient,” he corrects.

then, after a beat—

“also… she now technically works in accounting.”

you blink. “what?”

he shrugs.

“someone handed her a spreadsheet. she drooled on it. that’s more than my latest intern did today.”

you laugh again, properly this time.

he finally unstraps her, carefully settling her into the bassinet. she doesn’t stir — not even when he tucks her blanket in with military precision.

you lie there watching him move quietly around the apartment, sleeves rolled up, tie chewed, hair slightly out of place, and realize:

papa nanami could take over the world with a baby strapped to his chest and a pacifier in his pocket, and he’d still be home in time to fold the laundry.

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Tender (Sein X Reader)

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w/c - 1.1k content - look at that- my first frieren fic; there's really nothing like an alcohol-loving traveling priest, f!reader, mentions of smoking and drinking. For the wonderful @peepeepopoooo, hope you like it.

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When it rains, it pours. And when it poured, all the older men of the village, and occasionally some sneaky young boys, would gather in the tavern, downing drinks like the barrels would run dry the day after.

"Slow down, old man; there's plenty left." You chastise the mayor with a smile, putting down three new mugs of beer on the table with a thud, "Wouldn't want your wife dragging your unconscious body through the village in the morning again, now would we?"

"I thought barmaids were supposed to encourage drinking." A voice cuts in, and you turn to witness a man in a clergy robe, a cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth, shuffling playing cards thoroughly in his hands.

"I thought priests weren't supposed to drink."

"It helps us stay close to the goddess." He puts down the card deck to take a swig of his beer, leaving a trail of white foam on his upper lip.

"Does it really?" You pick up the empty mug from his table.

"No," He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, "But it's a great conversation starter with pretty barmaids." And you blush, almost forgetting yourself in his green eyes.

"I wouldn't say it's great."

He chuckles, soft and low, with a hint of redness on his cheeks which you weren't sure if came from the drinks or your words, and it's enough for you to think about him even after the tavern closes, with the rain still knocking on your window as you try to fall asleep.

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"A drunk traveling priest?" Your friend locks eyes with you as you recollect the memories from the other night, "What good would that do? You should find a nice guy from the village. Better a hunter or an owner of some shop; they always have something to bring back home." You stand and nod at the sensible comments, cleaning yesterday's mugs as you throw looks at the table the priest sat at only hours ago, wondering if he'll come again today.

And he does. He walks in with a cigarette already lit and avoids your gaze as he finds the furthest seat from the bar counter.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"What do you have?" And he watches you laugh, the thought crossing your mind that he's probably already used to the big-city taverns.

"Well, you see.." You say, making a deliberate pause, which he catches on to, "Sein." He adds, and you grin, already pouring a drink. "Well, you see, Sein. This is a unique tavern, unlike those you've probably been to a thousand times. We serve beer on weekdays, but on weekends, it's beer - and sometimes - but only on very special occasions, there's this drink that we serve. I mean, I could tell you, but it's kind of a secret."

"Is it beer?" Sein asks, the ashes falling off his cigarette as he chuckles.

"How'd you know?" You pull a surprised expression while you make your way with the drink to his table.

"Just a hunch."

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"Sein!" You exclaim, running towards him on the path leading out of the village, "Leaving already?"

"Just going to get some medicinal herbs," he smirks, "why, think you'd miss me?"

"I would miss the money left on your open tab." And he blushes, a hand reaching out to rub the back of his neck.

"Oh, I - uh, It's fine, I'll pay it tonight." He stutters, watching the grin disappear from your face.

"Oh goddess, no, it's a joke!" Your face flushes red as you're reduced to babbling incoherence to excuse yourself from the situation.

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"Let me help," he extends a hand to lift a few mugs from the now-emptied table, the tavern's dim light reflecting in his eyes.

"I couldn't possibly let a customer help," you reach to grab the mugs from his arms, "besides, I heard you're leaving tomorrow; you should go get some sleep before it's too late."

"I don't mind." he takes the mugs up to the bar counter, watching the last intoxicated villagers leave the place, their drunken laughter still audible through the door.

You clean up silently, watching him wipe the tables as you sweep the dirt left on the floors. A slight unease grows when you think of his imminent departure, your eyes drifting toward his face, lingering for a little too long as you try to memorize his features.

"I heard the mayor almost lost his finger." You finally say.

"Hmm?" He picks up his gaze, "Ah, well, a healing spell mended it rather quickly. He was ecstatic, you see," He curled his pointer finger in front of his face, "It's the one thing that makes his wife happy."

And you blush at his words, "It's the what?"

"I mean, if he couldn't pull the string on his hunting bow, it would have made for a terrible winter." He stops in his tracks, "Why, what'd you think?"

"N-nothing," you stammer, and he burst into laughter, almost dropping the cloth from his hand. You feel a tug in your heart, a passing notion that you would miss that laughter more than you should, "You vulgar priest," you mutter under your breath.

"I think it's rather clean now, don't you?" He watches you swipe the broom over the spotless floors over and over again, and you sigh, knowing that you can't prolong the moment any longer.

"Yes, I think it is." You put the broom down by the counter, leaning on a table next to Sein, "Well, I think it's goodbye now, isn't it?"

But he doesn't move from the seat he took by the table, his leg bouncing on the wooden floor. "I guess it is."

"Ah, don't look so sad, priest. There are many towns and many taverns on the way to your destination, aren't there?" You find the courage to smile.

"It's the barmaid I'd miss." He confesses.

"You'll make the barmaid blush if you keep talking like that," you mumble, "and you never even asked for her name."

"(Y/N)." he utters, getting up from his seat, "You really think I wouldn't ask around for the beautiful barmaiden's name?"

And you taste the tobacco on his lips as he presses them onto yours, and the fading flavor of beer on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth. He draws your body closer to his, and a shiver crawls up your spine at the warm touch of his palm on the back of your neck before he lets his hand get lost in your hair.

"I thought priests weren't supposed to kiss," you smile when you break away from the kiss for a moment.

"They really aren't," he leans in closer again, "but it's the best kind of vice."

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"I still have to leave tomorrow," he says, his voice hushed from the guilt.

"I never asked you to stay," you remarked, and he furrowed his brows, "but if you ever grow tired of traveling, there's this place that serves beer that I think you might like."

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How come there haven’t been any stark x reader fanfictions yet? (Look at him he’s adorable🥰)

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thinking about how nanami doesn’t do baby talk with your daughter.

he made it clear from the very beginning. the day you found out you were pregnant, he kissed your forehead, pressed a hand to your still flat belly, and said, “i refuse to do baby talk  just so we’re clear.”

you laughed at the time, thought he was joking. but he wasn’t.

when she was born, he cradled her like glass. spoke to her like she understood everything. whispered soft things in her ear in that calm, low voice of his. not nonsense or silly rhymes, but actual words. real language. “you’re safe.” “you’re loved.” “i’ll always be here.”

and that’s how it’s been ever since.

now she’s four, and still, he doesn’t coo or squeal or make exaggerated cartoon voices. he doesn’t squish her cheeks and call her a wittle cutie pie. he doesn’t baby her.

he calls her “sweetheart,” “darling,” “honey” in that same even tone he uses with everyone, but softer. slower. warmer. like his words are only hers.

he talks to her like she’s someone worth listening to.

and she talks back like she knows she’s being taken seriously.

when she tells him her teddy bear is sick and needs emergency surgery, he clears his schedule and lays out tissues like gauze pads. “what’s the diagnosis?” he asks, serious as ever. “fuzzy fever,” she says, frowning. “then we’ll need extra care and plenty of rest,” he replies, adjusting the little stuffed limbs with practiced hands. he doesn’t do pretend very often at all, but for her? he’ll play nurse, doctor, and emotional support all at once.

he doesn't speak down to her, ever. when she asks questions (and she asks a lot) he answers every single one like it’s important. “why is the sky blue?” “because of the way light scatters in the atmosphere.” “what’s a mortgage?” “a financial agreement. you don’t need to worry about that just yet.” she hums and nods like she understands, like she’s filing it away for later.

he teaches her things gently. slowly. patiently. “we use kind hands.” “we speak clearly when we’re upset.” “it’s okay to cry, but we don’t throw our toys.”

he doesn’t yell. doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t huff or sigh in frustration. when she’s overwhelmed, he just kneels beside her, rests a hand on her back, and says, “it’s a big feeling. take your time.”

and she trusts him. wholly. fully. because he’s never once made her feel small. never once laughed when she stuttered through a sentence or tried to use a big word she didn’t quite understand. instead, he gently repeats the word for her. uses it in a sentence. helps her try again.

and she calls him “dad,” but sometimes “sir” slips in when she’s mimicking the way others speak to him. she does it with such seriousness that it breaks something soft in his chest. he pretends not to react, but you’ve seen the way he glances away quickly, like he needs a moment to collect himself.

he doesn’t tell her she’s cute. but he tells her she’s clever. tells her he’s proud of how kind she is. “you were very thoughtful today,” he says after she offers you the last cookie. “you showed great emotional maturity,” he tells her when she apologizes after a tantrum.

and when she’s tired. really tired. she crawls into his lap without saying a word. he always opens his arms. always shifts to make space. he strokes her hair, rests his cheek on top of her head, and murmurs, “you did your best today. that’s all i’ll ever ask.”

and she falls asleep there, every time, safe in the arms of a man who never babbles, never sings off-key lullabies, but always shows up. always protects her. always sees her.

and when you ask her who her best friend is, she says “dad” without hesitation. when you ask her why, she shrugs and says, “he listens to me better than anyone else.”

and it’s true.

he listens when she talks about butterflies and princesses and space robots. he listens when she says she’s scared of thunderstorms. he listens when she says she wants to be a firefighter and a ballet dancer and also maybe a sea turtle. he never tells her it’s silly. never laughs.

so no, nanami doesn’t do baby talk. he doesn’t sing silly songs or play peek-a-boo. but he shows up to every tea party. he folds her tiny socks like they’re made of gold. he takes her hand when they cross the street, holds it like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. and when he tucks her in at night, he kisses her forehead and says, “you’re growing into someone wonderful.”

and really, that means more than any silly voice or rhyming song ever could. because nanami doesn’t just raise a daughter; he raises a whole person

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Burn the House Down (2023)

Genre: Mystery, Suspense

Synopsis: Murata Anzu had the perfect family - a hard-working father, a mother that loved her, and a cute little sister. But then, their house burns down, leaving her family broken. Her father remarries and moves on, leaving Anzu and her sister to take care of their now sick mother. All this time, Anzu's mother has taken the blame for the house burning down, but Anzu knows that something isn't right - and she's going to fight for her mother's innocence no matter what it takes.

Episode info: 8 episodes / Runtime around 50 minutes

Lead cast: Nagano Mei (Murata Anzu), Suzuki Kyoka (Mitarai Makiko), Kudo Asuka (Mitarai Kiichi), Nakagawa Taishi (Mitarai Shinji), Tsunematsu Yuri (Murata Yuzu)

Link to watch: You can watch on Netflix or Dramacool

Drama rec masterlist | Drama rant thread (beware of spoilers)

Netflix had been recommending this drama to me for a long time, and I needed something quick to watch, so this was it.

Honestly, I had hoped for a little more suspense to it. It did have some twists I did not see coming, but I was never really at the edge of my seat, needing to know what would happen next.

It is a very decent drama - the actors really worked their hardest to try and bring tension to the story, but the writing just didn't give them that much to work with usually. There is this one scene where Anzu is finally able to let some of her anger out, after having kept it in for so long, and that was by far the best scene in this drama - and I wish they had given us more of that vibe.

Was I entertained? Yes. Would this have been better as a movie? Also yes. I feel like if they crammed this down into a movie, it would definitely have more suspense to it, as they wouldn't have to try and spread it out across eight episodes. Because this is definitely an interesting story and concept, and I had really high hopes for this drama going into it.

I really don't have much else to say. It did what it was supposed to, but I had hoped for more.

Also, just because I need to say this again - the father character is almost cartoonishly horrible. I'm not used to Japanese dramas, so I can't say if it's a normal trope or what, but oh my gosh, I was so mad it wasn't even funny. What an absolutely horrible person.

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SOUSOU NO FRIEREN

»» @animangacreators challenge twenty six : fall 2023

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Frieren, the life ahead of you will surely be much longer than we can imagine. 🚶🚶🚶

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Hehe he looks like the tomato

Currently making stickers rn and I couldn't stop seeing Stark on tomatoes

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introverts vs the world

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frieren doodle / I love this trio so much