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wanderingchocolateeclair · 3 years

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Late night worries.

Hey! It’s been a while, but here I am with some edgejeanist fluff!!! I’ve been in a really big motivational flunk right now but am trying to work my way out of it!!

It’s a little shorter than my usual, but I am pretty happy with how it turned out!!

No warnings! Just fluff!

Tagging: @uncharted-darkness @kiriderp @cxssiopeiia and @theshisthings (it’s been a while so please let me know if you are still happy to be tagged in my works ❤️)

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Tsunagu grumbled as he stood in the dark and unfamiliar kitchen, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling...It was rumbling rather loudly.

“Stupid brain. Overthinking again, this time when I actually need to sleep...” he complained, listening as the kitchen appliance clicked and turned quiet again.

They were all staying at some big fancy hotel, along with many other heroes, as they had been asked to attend a rather big celebrity gala. Usually, they’d be more than happy to do so, but this time they were not attending as the celebrities, but as the heavy security, due to many rumours and threats of an attack that could possibly happen the next evening.

So they were all there.

By ‘they’, I am referring to Endeavour, Hawks, Miruko, Ryukyu, Edgeshot, many others, and of course, our lovely Tsunagu over here...who was now pouring himself a hot cup of tea...

At 3 o’ clock in the morning....

Standing in the kitchen that sat in the middle of the massive hotel room that the top 5 were staying in together....

“That is quite a loud kettle...” he muttered to himself as he stirred his drink, “I hope I didn’t wake anyone-”

“Oh I don’t think you have to worry, most of them are awake anyway.”

Tsunagu jolted out of his deep train of thought at the sudden sound of somebody else’s voice and fumbled for the spoon that went flying across the counter, clattering as it fell onto the floor. He then proceeded to spill some of his freshly poured tea over himself, exclaiming rather loudly as he did so. “Wah- shoot!!! Shinya?!!!”

The ninja hero sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, watching calmly at the commotion that unfolded from the other side of the spacious room. “Yes, it’s me. We live together, yet you are still always surprised that I notice when you’re awake.”

Tsunagu blinked at his partner’s comment before trying to come up with a reply. “Well- you’re quiet, and you know, I just- I was deep in thought, okay? You can’t blame me for being surprised!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Shinya simply laughed at the other’s attempt at an excuse, sliding off of the counter and gently plodding over to where the taller figure was standing.

He reached his arms out to Tsunagu and smiled as the other man leant into his warm embrace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” The silver haired hero asked quietly into Tsunagu’s shoulder, his arms gently clasped around the other hero’s waist.

“Hmm...” Tsunagu hummed in response to his question, lifting his cup to his lips and wincing at the rather hot temperature of the drink that he had made for himself.

“Something on your mind, love?” Shinya whispered, looking up to question the tired man with a reassuring smile, before resting his head back on Tsunagu’s chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s not much....just worried...” the taller man bit his lip, trying not to show the other how hesitant he felt. “I don’t want anything to happen...”

Shinya’s eyes darted up to take in the concerned look on his partner’s face.

“Tsunagu...”

“Well. You know how I am, it’s fine, I’m okay! I know that everyone is surely feeling the same! I just...needed to distract myself, that’s all.”

“Yes, well of course. I feel incredibly worried too. I’m worried that something might happen...to.......well, I just- are you sure you’re okay?” Shinya reached up to place his hand on Tsunagu’s cheek, sweeping his long fringe away from his eyes and sharing a worried gaze, before bringing his arm back down to rest around Tsunagu’s waist once again.

The blond hero chuckled lightly and placed his cup down on the counter, using his other hand to gently stroke through Shinya’s hair. “You make it sound as if it’s something serious...”

“Yeah, well it could be! Knowing you, there’s always a chance it’s something serious and you just don’t think it’s anything to worry about!!” The smaller man huffed, stepping back slightly to look back up at the ever-so-slightly smug look on the fiber hero’s face.

“Oh? Is someone mad at me~”

“...what did you say?” Shinya glared at the taller man. Luckily for him, his hands were already in the perfect place for a surprise tickle attack...and Tsunagu realised this a tad bit too late.

“You seem mad...oh dear....poor me~”

No response came from the other man, he simply squinted and pouted even harder than he already was, edging closer as he waited for him to speak again.

“Hey, don’t pout....or do! It’s your choice, you look adorable either waAAH!”

Tsunagu was cut off by two small hands jabbing him in the sides rather gently, but with enough force to send him into a fit of laughter.

“AhaHahaHAHA!!!”

“What was that, you were saying?” Shinya enquired with a seemingly innocent look on his face.

“I- ahaha- I’m sorry, wai- hahahaa! I- I was jok- ahaha-”

“Hm? I didn’t quite catch that~”

“Ahah- okay, okay- I’m sorry, I- hahaha!! Stop- stop tickling me!”

“As you wish!” Shinya released his wriggling partner and laughed to himself at the chaos he’d caused.

Tsunagu leant on the counter to catch his breath and glared back at his tiny fiancé with mild vengeance in his eyes. “You are a menace...”

The silver haired man smiled and stretched his arms out in front of him. “Hm....maybe~”

Tsunagu straightened himself out and walked over to where Shinya was now standing, pulling the other man into another big hug.

“Did it work, though?”

The blond man tilted his head in a confused manner in response to the smaller man’s question. “What?”

“Well, you said you had something on your mind....and asked for a distraction, so....”

“Ah...” Tsunagu chuckled and rested their foreheads against each other. “Maybe just a little...”

“Oh?” Shinya smiled curiously, tilting his head up slightly so that he could gaze straight into the other man’s beautiful green eyes. “Only a little?”

The taller man hummed in response and brought his hands up to cup Shinya’s face gently, watching as his eyes happily scrunched up in a rather cute manner.

“So the tickling wasn’t enough of a distraction...” the smaller man teased lightly, leaning into the other man’s hands as he felt the familiar warmth comfort him.

“Well....” Tsunagu trailed off, pretending to think for a while before placing a small kiss on the tip of Shinya’s nose, smiling as he heard the other man giggle.

“Ah!” The silver haired hero gasped in an over exaggerated manner, raising both of his hands to cover his mouth in a classic ‘shocked’ pose. “Wait a second! What if I’m the distraction!!”

Tsunagu laughed and attacked his partner with a wave of unstoppable face smooches, causing the other to laugh loudly, his whole face lighting up in happiness and slight bashfulness.

“Well then, you’re the best distraction ever~” the blond man cooed, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Shinya’s lips and feeling even happier as he felt the other’s lips curl into a small smile against his own.

Shinya leant back and chuckled slightly. Pressing their lips together gently a second time, he leant further into the other’s comforting arms before burying his face into the taller man’s neck.

“Tsunagu?”

The aforementioned man looked down lovingly at the figure that fit so perfectly in his own embrace and smiled sweetly. “Yes, love?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” Shinya muttered quietly, his voice becoming less bold and more clearly worried again.

Tsunagu hesitated at the sudden shift in Shinya’s tone, but continued smiling nonetheless.

“As long as you don’t get yourself hurt along the way.”

“I’ll try my best.”

They both paused to share a soft and understanding gaze, the two of them knowing exactly how easy it was to become overly worried about a mission that could either go perfectly, or sometimes horribly wrong.

“Love you...” Tsunagu whispered, pressing their foreheads together and watching as Shinya closed his eyes in a reassured way.

“Mm....I love you t-”

“Ahem! Sorry, I seem to be interrupting something!”

The two sleep deprived lovers were snapped out of their conversation by the sound of a particular winged hero’s voice.

Looking like two children that had just been caught trying to steal the cookies out of a cookie jar, they fumbled out of each other’s arms and stuttered, trying to comprehend how silently the younger man must’ve been moving to get there without them noticing.

“Do you two wanna go get a room and flirt somewhere else? Or should I just stand here and wait until I can go and get a snack? I mean, this kitchen is perfectly big enough! To be honest, I wouldn’t even need to switch rooms I could just walk to the other side and I wouldn’t see ya-”

Hawks yawned loudly and raised an eyebrow at the two that were still stood there, their expressions showing more shock than you could possibly imagine.

“H-how....how long have you....” Shinya started to question, slightly afraid of what the answer could be.

“Oh long enough, don’t you worry. You both just seemed way too happy, I didn’t want to interrupt you...” the winged man chirped, knowing deep down that comfort and company was what they all needed at a time like this.

“Oh.....thank you...?”

“Yeah. You’re welcome...”

Hawks watched as the two other heroes glanced at each other sheepishly, before making his way closer to them.

“Y’know with all the noise you were making, you’re lucky that none of us can sleep! Or else you’d have woken us up and we’d all be in here!”

Tsunagu looked down at the floor in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah....sorry....”

“Doesn’t matter. Now move! I’m hungry and you are in the way!”

The smaller blond man pushed his way between the two ‘lovebirds’ and made his way towards the kitchen fridge, humming and appearing to be in his own little world as he did so.

“Hey-” Tsunagu started, but was interrupted by a hand being placed gently on his arm.

“Leave him be.” Shinya smiled fondly.

“Okay...”

“Also, love?”

“Hm?”

“Your tea has gone cold.”

Tsunagu looked over at the cup that was sitting patiently on the side of the counter, and sure enough, it had gone pretty cold at this point. “Ah.”

“Want another one?” Shinya asked, reaching out for the taller man to grab his hand as he made his way towards the kitchen counter.

“No it’s okay,” Tsunagu said with a smile, squeezing his partners hand in his own and pulling him into another warm embrace.

“I feel much better now.”

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“dati” ver ii - kalim, vil, idia & malleus

A/N: Wah, this got so long I had to split it into two parts ;u; So here’s some information if you didn’t read ver i, and went straight for ver ii!

The Reader, is different from the actual MC of TWST!

“Dati” is a pretty difficult word to translate, because it’s just one word but--it can mean so much. For the sake of this story, you can interpret its meaning as “a long time ago”.

Due to the general premise, the reader is female!

The prologue for ver ii “dati” is the same prologue for ver i!

Link to the concept design for the uniform!

Inspired by:

“Dati” by Sam Concepcion, Tippy Dos Santos and Quest. (I encourage you to listen to it OR read the English lyrics.)

“If You Can Dream” by the Disney Princesses. (I would link both but my posts dont appear if I do that ;u;)

So, without further ado, let’s get into it!~

Other versions: ver i (riddle, leona, azul), ver ii (this)

"--as you already know. We held a school-wide meeting about the week long exchange program with the all-females private school, Garden Academy. Professors Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein accompanied our delegates to Garden Academy this morning,” Dire Crowley peered at his students through his black mask, “while Professor Mozus Trein stayed with our delegates, Professor Divus Crewel escorted the delegates from Garden Academy to Night Raven College.”

Excited whispers broke out in the crowd. Crowley cleared his throat once, then again--before everyone settled down. The Headmaster huffed audibly at that.

“I’ll be using this morning meeting to introduce the delegates,” Crowley turned to the left side of the stage. He motioned at Crewel who was standing back stage with a Garden Academy professor and her students. “Now then, please give a hand for--”

In the crowd, his eyes widened.

In turn, you were pretty excited too. You had held off telling your friend about you coming to his school because you wanted to surprise him.

All you girls had been assigned to a particular dorm, not to sleep in--but rather, to experience. Each dorm in NRC (much like GA), had their own unique culture. So, to truly experience the college meant you all needed to immerse yourselves in the different dorms and their cultures. You had to sneakily reconfirm with him what his dorm was, to make sure you got assigned to the correct one.

And now that you were here...

“Alright ladies,” Professor Radcliffe said kindly, “we will reconvene here at 5PM to return to the dorm Headmaster Crowley so generously set aside for us.”

“Yes Professor.” Radcliffe eyed all of you girls, before she sighed with an exasperated smile. You were all very excited, and doing very little to hide that.

“Okay, I know you want to go--but one last thing,” you all let out loud, false and very unladylike groans that Radcliffe ignored. “Remember to be beautiful--”

“At heart.” you all recited, familiar with your school’s motto.

“Go on then,” Radcliffe finally said, “the dorm heads and their assistants should be waiting outside for all of you.”

With a cheer, you all parted ways.

Kalim‘s eyes brightened as he caught sight of you again.

“Jamil! Jamil! Look!” he tugged on the other boy’s sleeves as he pointed you out to the crowd. “So it really is [Name]!”

“They did announce her full name on the stage, Kalim.” Jamil said rather blandly, not that Kalim was affected by his exasperated tone.

“Kalim! Jamil!” Your uniform--the pale green of House Water Lily, the House of Passion--swished around you as you came to a stop before the two boys that you hadn’t seen in ages.

“It’s been awhile.” You reached for their hands and clasped them with yours--at which both boys blushed. While Kalim gave you a goofy smile, Jamil instantly looked away.

You had spent a couple of months as a child in the Land of Hot Sands because your parents were just beginning to expand your family owned restaurant--Tiana’s Palace--into that country. You had met Kalim, then Jamil because your parents were business partners with Kalim’s father.

It was hard not to enjoy their friendship. Kalim--was fun loving and easy going. Jamil--was calm and attentive. When you were getting exhausted by Kalim’s energy, Jamil knew when to step in and what to say to calm him down. They were perfectly balanced, and you remembered them fondly.

Needless to say...

When it had been time for you to return to your country, there were a lot of tears.

“Sniff... why are you leaving?” Kalim cried, “I thought we would be friends forever!”

“I--I don’t want to leave too!” you shook, snot dripped down your nose.

“Kalim... [Name] has to go back.” Jamil said slowly, but even his eyes were glassy and wet.

“Wah!” You sniffled as you wrapped both of your arms around the two boys who became so dear to you.

“I--it’s not like we won’t meet again!” Jamil protested, as he too began to truly join in the crying fest.

“Waaah! Don’t leave [Name]!” Kalim wailed loudly.

“B--but I can’t stay.” you sobbed. “I tried already...”

(Behind you the adults were chuckling to themselves at the drama the kids were causing... had they not realized they could just ask them to keep in contact...?)

(But to a child, the world seemed infinite. It didn’t seem to have an end.

To the three of you, it truly felt like a final farewell.)

“Promise, we won’t forget each other?” you demanded as you pulled back. The two boys shared a glance through their tears and turned back to you with a determined nod.

“Promise we’ll always be friends, no matter what!” Kalim said. In turn you and Jamil nodded pretty determinedly.

Then you and Kalim turned to Jamil--you waited for him to make a promise too. He flushed at suddenly being put on the spot, before his eyes light up and he said--

“Then we promise--to meet up again, one day? Here?”

You and Kalim nodded vigorously at that.

As your parents took you a way, you all wailed pretty loudly.

“You can see them again one day.” your mother had said, confused.

“But it doesn’t mean I won’t miss them when I can’t see them.” you said in a solemn tone. Your parents exchanged looks amused looks.

“I’m surprised you got so attached to those two.”

“They were fun to play with.”

“I’m sure they were sweetie. Now get some rest.”

There was some time where you all attempted to exchange letters--since the MagiCam had yet to be developed to a point where international instant messaging was possible.

However...

Children were fickle creatures.

Within a few months, you all eventually found something of more interest than a friend from a distant place who you might not see again.

Your interests in each other waned away, until it became a distant, fond and somewhat embarrassing memory.

That is until...

“Hey [Name], did you sign up for the Night Raven College exchange program?” You looked up from the recipe book that you were reading.

“Yeah I did, why?”

“Did you know the model, Vil Schoenheit goes there?”

“Who is Vil?” Your friend gasped dramatically before she rolled her eyes. “Figures you wouldn’t know who Vil Schoenheit is. Come here.” She showed you pictures of Vil’s MagiCam account. There were some photos of the school, and rarer still--photos of other people aside from Vil himself.

Which, you know--if you had a face like that, you’d totally fill your MagiCam with just selfies.

“Oh Sweet Evangeline,” your friend sighed dreamily, “NRC boys are definitely cuter than RSA boys--and I swear I’m challenging all the RSA stans to try saying otherwise over my dead body--” You snickered at her rant, before a certain photo caught your eye.

“Oh is that...”

“Oh holy Evangeline--” your friend began to wheeze. “I think these are all the Dorm Leaders for this school year--” she clicked onto the photo to open the post. Your friend was right--Vil had noted that this was this year’s NRC Dorm Leader list.

“Malleus Draconia-- naturally. Vil Schoenheit--NATURALLY.” your friend giggled in excitement, “Oh, I guess Leona Kingscholar is repeating a year... No idea who Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto or Idia Shroud is--and this guy is--”

“Kalim Al-Asim.” you whispered. If you shut your eyes, you could hear the wind whistle, the laughter of two boys, the joyous shrieking of a girl--and a magic carpet ride across the wide expanse of the sky. Your friend arched a brow at you.

“Do you know him?”

“I think I do.” you hesitated, the sound of laughter still rang in your ears. “I’m pretty sure I met him when I was a kid... when I travelled around with my family.”

“Oooh, you should totally try and see if he remembers. He’s cute.”

“We were kids.” you tried to explain to your friend but she only waved a dismissive hand.

“You aren’t now. Also childhood romance trope is so cute, you gotta let me see it first hand.” your friend grabbed your phone and typed in the tagged username of Kalim Al-Asim.

{”Hi Kalim! Do you remember me? I’m [Name] [Surname].”}

{”Like [Name] [Surname]? Like Tiana’s Place? Yes! Oh Sorceror, how’d you find me?”}

{”Well funny story...”}

And the rest was history.

Jamil took awhile to come around, but you had a video call with the two, and after naming a particular embarrassing moment--Jamil had easily been convinced that it was actually you.

That had been a few months before the actual exchange, and you chose not to tell them about your part in it so you could surprise them once you got up on stage.

Surprise them you did.

The moment they announced your name, Kalim shouted, and Jamil had face palmed.

It was another memory to add to the ones you held dearly.

Now you were seated in Scarabia’s dorms, as you happily enjoyed the grand feast and parade prepared by Jamil and Kalim.

As Kalim flopped onto the seat next to yours, he shot you a wide grin.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am!” you hummed, “I haven’t been anywhere close to the Land of Hot Sands recently...” you put your spoon down and smiled. “The food is really good too! This is the best version of your cuisine that I have tasted. My compliments to the chef for sure! I’d love to take a peek at the recipe.” On your other side Jamil choked, and you turned to him with a confused expression.

“Are you okay, Jamil?” you asked, concerned.

“Hahah, he was probably surprised at the praise! Jamil cooked everything after all!”

“Woah, you did? We definitely should exchange recipes.” with a particularly red face, Jamil nodded his assent before he excused himself.

“I hope he’s okay.”

“It’s fine! He’s having a hard time expressing it, but he’s really excited to see you.” Kalim peered at you curiously. “I am too, of course.”

“Same.” you agreed. “It’s a little sad we lost contact.”

“Well, finding each other now was pretty fun! So I think it was worth it.” You giggled in response.

“I’ll have to agree with you, Kalim.”

You both turned back to the front to watch the parade when Kalim spoke up again.

“Hey [Name]?”

“Hm?”

“This time... let’s not lose each other, okay?” You turned back to Kalim, surprised at the change of his tone. You couldn’t help but let your expression melt into a soft one.

“Mhm! This time... let’s keep those promises.” You two shared a grin, as the parade finished off with fireworks.

When Vil saw you hop up onto the stage, he had definitely been surprised. He hadn’t expected to see you--though now that he thought about it, it had been so out of the blue of you to ask him about whether or not he was in Pomefiore.

Then again he had been busy with other things... So he hadn’t thought too much on it. You were, after all, the type of person who brought up something from ten years in the past simply because you suddenly remembered it. He had assumed it had been something like that.

Vil stood with Rook by his side, his arms crossed as he waited for the Garden Academy students to exit the Mirror Chamber. Once you finally appeared in the crowd, your eyes instantly met his.

“Hi Vil.” you greeted--uncharacteristically nervous and shy around him, dressed in the pale purple colors of House Chrysanthemum--the House of Artistry.

At the sight of you, Vil’s lips instantly curled up into a beautiful smile.

“Well if it isn’t my number one fan.” he raised a hand and began to rub a finger against a purple mark on your cheek. “paint got to your face again.” Your tense shoulders loosened as Vil greeted you the same way he always did.

“Whoops.” Vil shook his head, and as he pulled back he noticed that your skirt and your sleeves had faint splatter marks of paint--and on your wrist--

“You need to stop writing on your wrist, dear one.” he chided gently, though used to your antics, he easily unclipped his magic pen from his breast pocket and began to cast a spell to clean you up.

“Is it that obvious? I really did try to clean up...” you complained, but you let Vil fuss over you--as he normally did. There was no stopping him until he was satisfied. When he finally pulled back, he nodded in an approving manner.

“Vil, did you like it? Was it a good surprise?” you looked up at him with curiosity shining in your eyes, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes. It was a pleasant surprise. So we’ll be spending a whole two weeks together...” he mused.

You were a person he had grown up with, and the person he regarded as his dearest friend. Much like him, you had an eye for art--except while his art focused on himself as a model and actor--yours came in the form of paintings.

Your identical passion for beauty made the two of you attached at the hip. You were the one whose opinion mattered the most to him--because there was no one whose opinions he trusted more.

“Ohoho, Roi de Poison, who is this?” Rook peered curiously at you, he had never seen Vil react like this before...

Well actually he had. Whenever Vil was on his phone--but Vil never explained, and no matter how Rook tried, he never figured it out.

“This is my best friend, [Name]. We’ve been friends since our childhood.” Vil’s lips curled up, “She’s also--” Vil looked at you for a moment, and you nodded. Vil then mentioned your MagiCam account, and Rook’s eyes popped open in surprise. He knew that name--you were one of the most popular artist on MagiCam. Rook knew that you and Vil followed and liked each other’s works, but there had been no hint to the of your relationship with Vil.

He studied Vil curiously.

For someone who was never afraid to share what he did to the public’s eye, you were an incredibly well kept secret for Vil. From what he knew about you on MagiCam--you were a very private person who was never one to share your photos. Why, he knew that Idia Shroud from Ignihyde was a fan of some of your otaku related works--he had heard from the man that one of your quirks was that you chose to never appear in fan gatherings. You were incredibly mysterious.

To realize that--that person--

He eyed you curiously. You were far different from the women that Vil would often be seen hanging out with. As a model, he had a pretty extravagant social life. He hung out with people as glamorous as him and you--

Well, to put it plain and simple, you weren’t anything like that.

“So Vil, where do we go first?” you asked, Vil turned his gaze away from the analytical glint in Rook’s eyes, to smile at you.

“I’ll show you the gardens, I’m sure you’ll love them.”

After Vil had bid you ‘good bye’ as you and your classmates returned to your designated dorm, Vil looked at Rook with an annoyed expression.

“Alright Rook.” the Pomefiore Dorm Leader crossed his arms, “what is it?”

“What’s what?” the other third year raised his hands defensively.

“You kept staring at [Name] earlier with that look in your eye... I don’t like it.”

“I was just thinking... she was a very well kept secret.”

“A secret..?” Vil arched a brow. “She isn’t a secret at all. As you remember, she’s also incredibly famous on MagiCam.”

“No, I do mean, she’s a secret of yours, Roi de Poison.” Rook smiled, and Vil’s eyes narrowed in turn.

“I don’t understand.”

“You never mentioned her on MagiCam.”

“That was by her request. She wanted to build up her own audience.” Vil explained.

“Hm... that’s interesting.”

“What is?”

“I do believe...” Rook’s eyes slipped open. “That your friend is hiding something from you.

Vil didn’t like to believe what Rook told him, but he did wonder to himself how he could miss it.

You had considered each other best friends--yet he never noticed how you truly felt. The next time he caught you (because for some reason--it was as if you knew he wanted to talk to you about something important--and he had a difficult time catching you), he asked you if you could spend lunch together in private. You had happily agreed.

Once you two had sat down together in one of the gazebos in NRC’s gardens, he placed down the basket of food.

“Ah! Vil, it looks really good~” you said, happy.

“Yes, and you’ll see it’s all healthy too.” he smiled--how could he not, in your presence? As you two began to eat, you chattered on about what you’ve seen and liked about NRC so far. While he did listen--he can’t help but have his thoughts drift off to Rook’s statement.

Could you really be hiding--?

“--Vil? Is something wrong?” you put the utensil down, and studied your friend with a worried expression on your face. He felt a little guilty--your usual absent minded but happy expression was twisted with the furrow of your brow, and the downward slope of your lips.

“No it’s...” he hesitated a moment. He thought for a second how you were the first person to ruffle him in a long time. “I was thinking... we’re both big influencers now--in fashion and in the arts.”

“Alright, I’m listening.” you nodded.

“Why don’t we do a collaboration? While you’re still here. We have a week left.” He offered, and you furrowed your brows.

“I don’t know Vil--as alike as our fields are, our audiences can be pretty different.”

“Do you... well, do you not like sharing about me on your page?” Vil hated this. As an influencer, he was used to being loved and hated. There was a time when the comments got to him--but now, he’s able to brush it off with little problem. With you though--well, he was always going to be emotionally invested in you. So, of course you could make him feel this insecure. He hadn’t felt like this for such a long time--and it’s certainly much worse than he remembered. You looked alarmed.

“What? No, no! Of course that’s not it.” you frantically shook your head as you reached your hands out to hold his.

“Then why? I was happy that you didn’t want to mix business with our friendship... but well... something made me realize that we don’t have a relationship on MagiCam at all and...” Vil paused, and you rubbed the back of his hands gently. “And you’re so important to me [Name]. So I want to share that with my followers too.” Your cheeks turned red at that and you looked down on your laced hands.

“It’s just...” you inhaled sharply, “I... well, I know you have a certain image to uphold and--and I don’t want to be someone who would cause people to criticize you.” you pulled your hands away to gesture at yourself. Paint splattered blouse, ink on your wrist and hair--an absolute mess. “I mean look at me... and look at you. People have a hard time imagining we’re friends and--and well... I know the type of fans Beauty influencers can have. I don’t want to get criticized because I know you’ll defend me and I don’t want that to negatively affect your reputation.” Your eyes flickered away, and he could swear they were slightly wet.

Of course.

Rook was wrong.

Rook had assumed that perhaps you simply hadn’t wanted to be associated with Vil Schoenheit. While that was technically the truth--you weren’t doing it for negative reasons. You were just looking out for him--thinking about the best for his reputation.

“Like right now--I really wanted to see you, surprise you--so I impulsively joined the exchange program and couldn’t back out. I was worried about how people might see us hang out together... I’m worried about how what your fans will think...”

However, there was no way in hell that Vil Schoenheit would let you put yourself down like this.

“Okay, no.” he interrupted, and you looked up at him--confused.

“Vil?”

“I won’t allow you to look down at yourself like that. I appreciate that you care about my reputation but--” he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eye. “[Name], you’re more important to me than that.” your eyes water up, and he kept speaking.

“Sweet one, you were always my number one fan--even before my career really took off, you were the one who cheered me on. You were so sure I could do this, even when I had my own moments of weakness. You believed in me when no one else did.” Vl scowled, “So I’ll always be on your side too, alright? It doesn’t matter to me what they all think.”

“But... you really worked hard to get to where you are.” you said weakly, “It can happen super quickly...”

“I am not Vil Schoenheit for nothing.” he said in response, “besides--you are beautiful [Name].” your blushed intensified, and you ducked your head. “Do you not believe me? I know beauty when I see it--and I know you are.”

“Vil... please stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“No I will not. I will keep telling you this until you know this. I refuse to let someone I consider beautiful, look down on herself like this. Alright?” He reached out a hand to lift your chin. Your eyes were wet, and you bit your lip as you nodded hesitantly.

He smiled, pleased.

“Vil... I’m sorry for not... well...”

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner. What type of best friend am I, that it took someone else pointing it out for me to realize it?” You giggled at that.

“Well, to be fair--we are best friends. I know how to hide it from you.”

“And you better stop hiding these things from me, alright?”

“Yes, of course.” you nodded, a grin finally lit up your face. Vil’s smile turned gentle.

“Now, how about we think of a collaboration project?”

As you stepped out of the Mirror Chamber, you immediately move in the direction of a familiar blue flame.

“Hello Ortho.” When Ortho looked up, he beamed brightly.

“[Name]!” He wrapped his arms around you, which you reciprocate with an elegant smile.

“It has been awhile, has it not?” you mused, as you let go of him. You quickly smoothened the pink skirts of House Eglantine--the House of Sophistication. You turned your head from side to side and your brow raised as you realized that a certain man wasn’t here.

“Ortho, where is your brother?” Ortho gulped nervously, and behind him--one of the Ignihyde student’s gadget began to shake. Your eyes narrowed.

“Is your brother holing himself up in his room again? On such an occasion? Which requires his presence as a dorm leader?”

“Uh...” Ortho glanced away nervously before he met your gaze again. “Yes?”

“Ortho!” squeaked the gadget, “you could defend me!”

“Sorry big brother... but you also brought it onto yourself.” Ortho said quickly, and your lips twitched at that. “There’s no point in lying to [Name].”

“That’s true.” you could hear Idia squeak from the tablet at your response. “Take me to his room.”

“Alright [Name].” Ortho agreed easily.

“Ortho!” Idia wailed, “on whose side are you on?”

“For once, not yours. Sorry big brother.” Ortho eagerly looked up at you. “Will you tell me some stories?”

“I also have pictures.” you offered and Ortho cheered. You turned back to the the tablet.

“Prepare yourself Idia.”

“I’m going to die.”

Your childhood best friend mourned, and your lips quirked in amusement.

Despite it all, you had missed Idia especially because...

Your lips twitched downward for a bit, before you immediately composed yourself.

You really didn’t want to upset Idia after all.

As he heard you begin to tell Ortho some stories from your school, Idia began to frantically run around his room, and cleaned up as best as possibly could.

After all, you weren’t a part of House Eglantine just for show.

Like him, you were the daughter of an incredibly old and wealthy family from the Isle of Lamentation. In your childhood, Idia, who had always been shy--attached himself to you, when you had protected him from some bullies. Ever since, he just followed you around.

For some reason, you chose to stick around with him--despite how different the two of you were.

He was an absolute shut-in who preferred to play games and watch anime from the comfort of his bedroom.

You were a popular socialite amongst the elite of the Isle of Lamentation--known for your beauty and intelligence. You were also recognized on MagiCam for your love of travel. In fact, you were often transported all over Twisted Wonderland because tourists locations wanted to be on your account.

Again, he really didn’t see why you stuck around.

A lot of his friends when he was younger--those seeking to befriend the Shroud Family’s heir--had given up on him when they all realized that he was difficult to communicate with.

But not you.

Ever since he attached himself to you--you had seemed to attach yourself back for no reason. You willingly called himself his best friend (and despite how different you were--he’d admit that you were the only friend he had that he could consider as a best friend--), which could hurt your social standing because of how insanely beloved you were--but you didn’t care (and of course, you’re also the type of popular kid that could never make yourself unpopular).

Don’t get Idia wrong.

He didn’t hate you.

You were patient.

You were kind.

You were understanding.

Idia definitely had a crush on you, and he didn’t know what to do with it--because he had such a hard time finding something about himself that you might be attracted to.

You were like the true hidden route to be conquered on a dating simulation game. First he would need to find a way to ensure that he were on the right path. Then next, he needed to complete a bunch of prerequisites to be able to even access this hidden route.

Your difficulty level was EX.

He had spent most of his childhood by your side--

‘but why does it feel like I know nothing about you?’ he frowned.

Truth be told, Idia had an idea on why. He had been very selfish with you. Nobody had been willing to talk to him about his interests in real life--except you. That’s why he talked to you about his games or robotics--because it’s different when someone in real life is the one doing the listening to you. In the process of that, he felt like you knew more about him than the other way around and it made him guilty.

He was guilty he didn’t hear you out often but the thing is--you never really shared.

“--Idia.” he felt a hand press against his forehead, and he fell backwards with a screech. You put your hands on your hips as you looked down at him with an arched brow. “Well, at least I know you aren’t running a fever.”

“You--you’re here!” He squeaked, “Already?”

“I am.” you looked around, and noted how messy his room was. Instead of commenting however, you began to move around and pick up his things. When you noticed he still hadn’t moved, you turned to him with an arched brow. “Come on Idia, I’ll help you.”

“Ah... Okay.” He looked up at Ortho in confusion, and it seemed that he was also stunned that you hadn’t gone straight into a lecture about his responsibilities as you normally would.

Idia considered himself a terrible friend, but he wasn’t so terrible as to not notice that you weren’t... well, at max HP. Sometimes he thought you would get angry, but you would instead sigh, and just avert your gaze.

When you were in public (because Idia was worried okay? So he kept an eye out for you too--) you seemed to interact normally with your peers. The fans you had in NRC--were dealt with your normal grace.

However, when you would visit Idia, you would grow quiet--and thoughtful.

It was, literally, killing him.

Was it him? Were you mulling the idea of cancelling your support together?

Idia sincerely didn’t know what to do if this was real.

So one time when you were in his bedroom, you suddenly got a call. You looked down at your phone, furrowed your brows in that way that Idia hated--and left the room.

“You should speak with her, brother.” Ortho suggested, a frown on his face. “she seemed really down recently.”

“I mean... what do I even say?” Idia squeaked.

“I’m not sure.” Ortho shrugged, “but I can tell your concerned brother, so just do it.”

Idia gathered all his courage, and moved to follow you. As he turned down the hallway he heard you speak.

“--I don’t want to marry Adonis.”

Idia immediately froze, and stood in place as he heard your one sided argument--with who he assumed--was probably one of your parents.

Alongside with being the most popular socialite of the elites in the Isle of Lamentation, you were also the most desirable waifu--ahem--he meant bachelorette.

Idia knew this because it was one of the only times you ever complained about it. Your parents were pleased with how popular you were, and the amount of marriage offers you received. You had told him that since you were pretty young, you weren’t really being forced to chose now.

“But I’m sure the pressure will be different when I grow older.” you had sighed. Idia hadn’t known what to say--and the most he could do was put a hand on your back.

“There... there?” he asked, with a frown. He really hadn’t known what to do. You looked up and met his eyes before laughing.

“Sorry to bother you about this Idia.”

‘No, it’s okay! I don’t mind!’ was what he thought, but you stood up.

“Venting helped a little. Thank you for listening.” you picked up your things and stared at a frozen Idia. “I think I’ll go home now. I’ll see you... later.”

He should’ve tried to stop you--but he just... blanked. He should’ve tried to say something--anything to cheer you up. Heck, maybe you would’ve liked for him to ask if you wanted to game a little to get your mind off of it.

“I’m serious mother... Adonis doesn’t respect women--I won’t...” you paused, “I won’t feel safe... I know father thinks he’s the best option but... I don’t really want to talk about this right now. I’m in Idia’s dorm...” you stopped again.

“Mother...” your voice was shaky, and Idia’s hands fisted in his coat. “No. Stop talking about Idia like that.” Idia tensed, and turned his head. “... It’s not about that, he’s my friend. My best friend. I won’t allow you to talk about him like that.”

Idia had an idea on what the elite of the Isle of Lamentation thought of him. They looked at him with respect because he was the heir to the Shroud Family, they also acknowledged his skills with technology... but otherwise? He was considered eccentric.

The reason your family did not mind your relationship with him--is because it brought them a certain esteem. That their daughter was the only one who the next Shroud heir would actively communicate with. The Shrouds were still one, if not the most powerful family in the Isle after all.

“Bye.”

Idia flinched, and he frantically looked around for a place to hide.

“Idia?” He looked up and noticed that you were looking at him with a startled expression, before it slipped to an exhausted one.

“You heard...?”

“A bit.” he croaked out. “Is that... why you were so sad?”

“You noticed?” He frowned at that.

“Of course I did... we’re... friends, right?” you studied him carefully, and he felt like he was in a boiler room or something--he was sweating a lot.

“Yeah we are.” you then slid down to the ground, and tucked your skirt underneath you. You looked up at him expectantly, and he hastily sat down next to you.

“So they’re pressuring you right now.” Idia stated.

“Yeah.”

“With Adonis.”

“Yeah...” you groaned, as you raised your hands to your temples. “they could’ve chosen anyone.. but they chose that narcissistic... arse.”

“Who are the other offers?” Idia asked, and you mumbled out a bunch of names he recognized. Hey, he might not be active in the social sphere, but he was aware on who was who.

“Adonis is...” Idia paused, “well in terms of social standing, I guess.”

“Yeah. Unless someone of higher status proposes, there’s nothing I can do.” you mumbled.

“What about me?” You whirled your head to look at Idia. “W-what--? You?” You cleared your throat, “I mean...that... I...”

“Oh.” Idia blinked in surprise. “No! NO! Wait! I meant, why--what was your mother saying about me?” Your face flushed red, and Idia found your flustered expression cute. You rarely showed that face.

“Oh you know, same old, same old.” you grumbled as you fanned your face with a hand. “Just... criticizing you... and all that.”

“Well... I can guess what she said, and... she’s probably... not wrong.” You turned to him with the same ferocity that you had done earlier.

“No Idia, don’t you dare speak of yourself as that. Don’t you dare listen to the elites on Lamentation. They couldn’t be even more wrong about you.”

“But--”

“No buts.” you narrowed your eyes, and he flinched at the sight of your fury. “You are an amazing person--you’re smarter than they think and you create some pretty amazing things. Sure you could stand to go out more and make friends--but when you’re focused on your craft...” you paused, and you expression softened. Idia wondered what you were remembering. “You are so amazing. I hate how they don’t see that.” His breath hitched.

“You really mean that?”

“Of course I do! I love you--your work.” you coughed in response. The two of you went silent, before you sighed and picked yourself up. He looked up at you, and you shot him the same sad smile you had--all those years back, when the problems of today seemed like distant nightmares.

“Thank you for listening to me, Idia.” you said, “and I’m sorry to bother you with my problems.”

“I... I’m your friend right?”

“... Yes.”

“So please... don’t worry about it [Name].” he looked away uncomfortably. “I may complain sometimes...”

“Sometimes?”

“Okay, all the time.” he said grouchily, and you giggled--which made it all the more worth it. “...even if I complain all the time--you’re still my precious friend.”

You smiled, leant down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

When you pulled back, Idia was stuttering, and turning red.

“Thank you, Idia.”

After you left Ignihyde, he sat back at his computer and began typing out an email.

For you--whose smile was so precious to him...

Idia knew that he liked you. A lot.

He probably already loved you really.

And judging from the way you reacted--

maybe it was mutual...?

Dear Lord and Lady [Surname],

The Most Ancient and Noble House of Shroud would like to extend an offer of engagement between your daughter, [Name] [Surname] and our heir, Lord Idia Shroud...

"Oh no.” one of the Garden Academy students, dressed in the aquamarine colors of House Sage--House of Spirituality, turned to Lilia with a frown. “We’re missing one of our fellow House Sage classmates... give us a moment, we’ll go find her.”

Lilia’s lips only curled upward.

“Would her name happen to be [Name] [Surname]?”

“Yes.” the student blinked in surprise. “That would be her.”

“Ah.” Lilia smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s fine. I’m sure he’s gone to find her already.”

The Garden Academy students shared a glance.

The most Malleus knew was that majority of the Student Body had gone off to the Mirror Chamber for some event. He didn’t know, after all, he hadn’t been invited.

So he had decided to go on a long walk, internally unamused that he was once more forgotten when he sensed it--

Your presence.

It was in the gentle caress of the wind against his face, in the rustle of the leaves, and in the soft warmth of the sun.

One moment he was incredibly unhappy, and in the next second--he felt your magic touch his.

It was like a ripple--and it soothed his entire being.

You and your magic--he wondered if you knew the extent of your effect on him.

He began to walk deep into the forest.

He paused in his step as he caught sight of you. You had sat down in a patch of sunlight in the small meadow. You were surrounded by some creatures of the forest--from bears to deers and rabbits. You looked completely serene--as you should--after all, you were one of the most powerful nature fae living. Coming from your head were horns--but nothing like his. Yours were shorter, and much more like tree branches. As you hummed idly to yourself, a few birds fluttered forward and decorated your horns with small flowers. Your smile brightened the clearing, and the birds--pleased--chirped a song that you instantly began to hum along with.

How he wished he could draw closer to you without disrupting the peace--animals didn’t do well with Malleus. They inherently knew how powerful he was--and though the same could be said about what they sensed from you--your powers were much more attuned to nature in itself. To be by your side--it would be peace for the animals.

‘ He could understand. By your side, there were no pressures to be anyone else other than himself.’

As he stepped into the clearing, all the animals turned to look at him, and tensed. You blinked in surprise at their actions, before you turned your head to see Malleus at the far edge of the small clearing you were in.

“Mal.” you greeted, your startled expression slipped into a sweet, happy one. “It has been a long time.” Malleus inclined his head. “Won’t you come close, dear friend?” you raised a hand, beckoning him to come closer.

He eyed the animals around you warily.

“I don’t think they will enjoy that.” You let out a soft laugh at his deadpanned statement. Your laugh seemed to instantly calm most of the animals down (he could feel his tensed shoulders unknot too). You looked around you and began to speak to them.

“Now now everyone--Mal is a dear friend. I grew up with him. He’s a good person. Won’t you all please be patient with him?” The animals around you shuffled uneasily.

You looked up again and gestured for Malleus to draw closer once more. Malleus approached slowly at first, and once he realized that none of the animals would be disrupted, easily slid down beside you. One of the male deers leaned forward to sniff him--and Malleus held as still as possible. Apparently satisfied, the deer relaxed beside Malleus. Around him, the animals slipped back to their relaxed states.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” One particularly ambitious rabbit hopped up onto your lap and peered inquisitively at Malleus. You smiled, and began to brush your fingers through the animal’s hair.

“[Name], not that I’m unhappy to see you but...” He began, “what are you doing here?”

“My school, the Garden Academy is having an exchange program with your school.” you peered up curiously at your childhood friend. “Did you not hear?”

“As per usual, I do believe people have forgotten to inform me.” he frowned slightly. “Then... this would be the event being held at the Mirror Chamber, then?” You nodded.

“The event should still be ongoing.” Malleus eyed you curiously, but you spread your arms wide in response.

“The trees told me that some creatures were excited to see me.” You said--and the animals all made noises of agreement, “so I thought to visit them already.”

“Will your classmates and teacher not worry then?” You giggled at his questions.

“I appreciate the concern Mal but.. there’s nothing here that can harm me.” you said simply, and he hummed in acknowledgement--you were right.

You were perhaps the one person Malleus could consider an equal.

You had grown up side by side--and he was more than aware of your power and capabilities.

If there was one person who knew him as well as Lilia--it was you. You had seen him at his best and his worst--you were there when he could barely control his own magical power. He hadn’t been good at dampening his own energy back then--nobody ever approached him out of fear for the amount of power he had. The only one who bothered to interact with him had been Lilia, who had been his designated caretaker and...

And you.

You had no reason to be by his side when he had been his most volatile.

But you had been there.

And you stuck by him with no hesitation.

“How about you?” You glanced at the dragon fae from the edge of your eye.

“Ah. I wasn’t invited.” he answered with a sigh, and you could see the discontent in the almost, unnoticeable, wrinkle between his brows. You--who knew him so well--could spot the tiniest giveaways to Malleus’s moods--it was a skill you were proud of.

You were someone who occupied an almost identical role to Malleus. All that differs from the two of you is the type of magic you possessed.

As a dragon fae, and a descendant of the Witch of Thorns--it was easy to predict the type of power Malleus would eventually manifest. Draconic transformation and dark magic. This made people fear him, and dislike interacting with him.

As a nature fae, and a descendant of the Spirit of the Willow--most knew that you would grow to have power attuned with nature. It explained why you could speak the language of the trees and flowers--why animals adored you. To others--people saw you as harmless.

Perhaps in the beginning, you hadn’t really thought too much of your similarities. As years passed however--you realized how unfair the world was to Malleus.

They never saw the boy who sneezed and set Lilia’s hair on fire, they never acknowledged the man who treasured his Gao Gao Dragon toy--because it adored him as is. They didn’t allow Malleus to make mistakes, they didn’t allow Malleus to be vulnerable. They refused to see past this idea of a strong magician and the title of prince.

You reached forward and cupped his cheek. He turned to look at you quizzically.

“Then... should we have our own event?” You smiled, a tad bit more mischievous. You looked down at the animals. “Would you be willing to help out, my friends?”

The bunny in your lap twitched its nose in response, and a lot of the animals eagerly leaned closer.

“An event, like a party--to celebrate our reunion?” You glanced at Malleus to see him look on in curiosity. It seemed like the animals understood the idea of a party and began to move. You noticed the the female animals were the ones who specifically pulled you away, and when you glanced at Malleus--you noticed the the male animals began to surround him. He shot you a desperate look, but you only laughed.

“Let’s have fun!”

The male animals had weaved flowers together on top of Malleus’s head. Another animal had gotten several leaves, and put them together to form a long cape. He had no idea how the animals were doing it--but he just assumed it was because you were magic.

One of the birds flew over, and chirped loudly--which the animals took as a sort of signal. They all stopped and studied what they had done to Malleus. They began to make displeased noises, until one of the deers pushed a long stick towards Malleus. When he picked it up, he looked to the animals to see that they were all still unsatisfied. To humor them, He unclipped his pen from his breast pocket and waved it. He used the foliage that had fallen to the ground to decorate the stick--and craft it into a staff similar to his own.

“Is it good?” he asked, and the animals all vigorously gave their assent. At that, he could feel his lips curl up. The bird chirped again, and the animals snapped into action. One of the bucks nudge Malleus forward with his snout. “Ah, is it time to go back?” the birds make a pleasant chirping sound, and he allowed himself to be pushed back into the clearing.

He found himself in the clearing again--with all the male animals standing by his side. He thought briefly of what an amusing sight this probably was, until another bird chirped from the opposite side of the clearing. He raised his gaze that way, as a bunch of female birds flew in, and dropped flower petals onto the ground. The smaller animals came in first, followed by the younger fauns--and finally--

You stepped forth into the light of the clearing, and he found his breath caught in his throat. While the flowers on his form were restricted to his crown--the animals had chosen to decorate your whole form with it. Unlike the flower crown you were wearing earlier--this one had a train that fell to the ground, and billowed around you--making you all the more ethereal. Escorted on either side by the tall, elegant form of does--you resembled the idea of a Fae Queen with her animal court. As you came to a stop beside Malleus, you giggled at his surprised expression. He felt something tug on his pants, and when he looked down--he found a squirrel made exaggerated gestures towards you.

“Ah.” he looked up and met your curious gaze. “You look beautiful, [Name].” And he did mean it--for the centuries that he had known you, and the centuries he had yet to share with you--he knew that one thing would remain constant--the way you made his heart skip a beat, and the way you were beauty in everything you did.

“Thank you, Malleus. You look handsome” you blushed. That’s when you were both nudged forward by the deers, and were now much closer. One of the deers, snatched the staff in his hand. The birds fluttered around you, pulling your sleeves into place until finally--both you and Malleus were moved to a waltz pose. You stared into each other’s eyes, stunned. Malleus wondered briefly is animals were truly capable of sensing feelings he had--that even he had yet to fully comprehend.

“Shall we?” he offered, and you beamed in response. The birds began to sing, and the two of you proceeded to dance in the clearing.

“I think they enjoyed themselves, too much.”

“Did you have fun?” Malleus asked gently, and you smiled.

“I did but...” you curiously peered up at him. “Did you have fun?”

“I suppose I did.” He mused.

The other animals watched on--pleased.

Though neither of you saw it--blissfully caught up in enjoying your dance--they did. They could see the future King and Queen of Faeries.

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curry-planet · 4 years

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» summary:

kazunari miyoshi accidentally finds himself a muse when he stumbled upon [name] [last name] chilling in the park.

» author's note:

happy birthday kazu!

» playlist:

panic! at the disco - when the day met the night

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“In the middle of summer, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.”

———

When the moon fell in love with the sun, all was golden in the sky.

Kazunari Miyoshi calls himself a UMC, an Ultra-Multi-Creator. He has a lot of passion towards acting, painting and graphic designs yet painting has a special place in his heart.

For that reason, he decided to go to the park for a quick stroll, just looking for inspiration.

It was a clear, sunny afternoon. The birds chirped under the blazing heat radiating off the sun. Kids were playing tag under the summer sky.

It was the perfect blazing, scorching summer he's used to. However, something was amiss.

Kazunari didn't know what to paint.

The soles of his feet were starting to ache from walking around too much.

It was rare to see Kazunari like this, he was clutching a sketch book on his arm, with a few brushes and watercolors on his other hand. His face was adorned with his black-framed glasses he rarely wears.

Kazunari decided to rest his feet for a little while. Sweat dripped down his forehead as the sun's harsh rays bounced off his skin.

He searched the park for a shaded clearing. He loves summer, he really does. It was the overwhelming heat that he didn't.

Finally finding an empty park bench that was shaded by the leaves' shadow, he sighed in content as he placed his materials beside him.

When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in the garden. Under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer.

Kazunari saw slight movement on the corner of his eyes. It was subtle yet it was enough to let him know that someone was there with him.

Sitting on the shade of the vibrant green leaves from the trees, Kazunari saw his muse.

The way sunlight peaked through the gaps of the leaves only to shine on her face, the way she scrolled though her phone whilst sipping her bobba tea.

Kazunari felt a drop in his stomach that made him feel... something. He felt overwhelmed with all of the inspiration she gave him with just a glace.

When the moon found the sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on. But her eyes saved his life in the middle of summer.

[Name] [Last Name] grumbled to herself as she scrolled through her Instablam feed.

Her friends left her alone on the park with only her phone and a bobba tea.

Well, left her alone weren't exactly the right words but that's how she felt. They were off trying the chase an idol for an autograph.

Somehow, something felt weird all of a sudden. It felt like someone was looking at her.

It was a blond guy wearing black glasses that made him look really cute and nerdy. He had art materials resting on the seat beside him.

He looked really cute and all but [Name] noticed that his eyes were cloudy, as if he didn't know what to do. For a lack of better words, he looked lost. Not in a literal way, though.

In the middle of summer, all was golden in the sky. All was golden when the day met the night.

[Name] has to shield her eyes away from the glaring sun.

Was it really the sun or the guy's bright smile?

The cute nerdy looking guy from earlier now had a bright smile etched in his face, his black rimmed glasses resting on the top of his head. He looked more extroverted, friendly and bright.

Under the clear summer skies, he looked and felt like a portable charger. Maybe even an endless energy source. It made [Name] feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

So he said, "Would it be alright? If we sat and talked of a little while. If in exchange for your time, I'll give you this smile?"

Was he kidding or is this for real? [Name] couldn't help but ask herself as the guy asked her when he approached her. She also couldn't stop a smile from making its way into her face.

The guy didn't wait for a response as he gathered his art materials in his arms and sat on the grass, right beside [Name].

So she said, "That's okay as long as you can make a promise not to be break my little heart, or leave me all alone in the summer."

[Name replied which prompted a laugh from the guy, which she just learned was named Kazunari.

"Wah!~ [Name]-chan! I don't do summer flings!" he said in a joking manner

Well he was just hanging around, then he fell in love and he didn't know how. But he couldn't get out, just hanging around, then he fell in love.

The way [Name] laughed at his jokes sent a heat wave to his heart and fluttering butterflies in his stomach. The way her laughs sounded like cherubs singing in his ears.

Kazunari wanted one thing, he was afraid [Name] would be weirded out if he asked yet he couldn't dare pass up on this opportunity.

"[Name]-chan, wouldn't it be totes sick if I painted you? Ahaha.." Kazunari said, laughing it off.

[Name] raised her eyebrows at this, bearing a slight blush on her cheeks mixed with her slightly agape expression.

"B-but I'm not even photogenic!" [Name] cried out which made Kazunari chuckle in response.

""Trust me, you look good in every angle, babe." he said! It hasn't even been an hour since our first meeting!" [Name] said with a laugh.

The people gathered at the venue chuckled along with the bride. [Name] could swear she can hear Tsuzuru sigh in the distance at his high school senpai's antics.

"Waaah!~ Don't go exposing me like that, babe! It's lit~rally embarrassing!! On our wedding day too!" Kazunari said as he stole the microphone from [Name] which scored another round of laughter from the guests.

"Sooo~ Ne~ways, It's time for me to present my gift to my wonderful bride!" Kazunari cheered with excitement.

Following Kazunari's queue, Tsuzuru and Misumi rolled in a flat, rectangular thing that was wrapped in gift wrappers.

Kazunari took [Name]'s hand as she stood up from their seat and walked nearer to Kazunari's present.

"No party poppers when I open this?" [Name] asked as a brief flash of... something similar happening flashed on her mind.

"No party poppers when opening this gift." Kazunari confirmed with a chuckle.

[Name] started to open the present by tearing the wrapping paper. Her eyes started to water as she gasped when she realized what it was.

Kazunari's present was a hand painted portrait of the two of them, under the golden skies of that specific summer day.

The picture was painted in several shades, tones and tints of gold. Everything was meticulously painted, down to every detail on [Name]'s phone case and Kazunari's black-rimmed glasses placed on his head.

[Name] felt like her heart was about to explode. In the end, everything really was golden.

All was golden when the day met the night.

#a3!#a3! game #a3! actor training game #act addict actors #a3! x reader #a3! oneshots #a3! act addict actor #a3! kazunari #kazunari miyoshi #kazunari x reader

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sukarabia · 4 years

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Ruggie x Sky - How Pretty

Because I’m a sucker for festival dates, after all T_T

Sky let out a dejected sigh as she walked through the festival stalls. Everywhere she looked were couples, friend groups, or families, all having fun: yet here she was, ruminating as she hung her head low. Night Raven College was celebrating one of its anniversaries, and truly, she couldn’t even remember what that celebration was for. But what she knew is that she messed up, big, big time.

“Oi, Sky- you sure about this? That box’s kinda heavy, isn’t it?” Ace looked dubious as he saw Sky pick up a box full of paint tins.

“Ace, what do you take me for? Carrying such a small box will be a piece of cake for me.”

She regretted those words as soon as they left her mouth. What was even in that box? Sky was told it was only 'a few’ paint tins meant to help the art club design posters, but the box was a lot heavier than she had thought. Nevertheless, her pride wouldn’t let her admit that she couldn’t carry it- so off she went, legs wobbling. But seriously- why was that box so big? She couldn’t even see the ground, and-

“Wah- Sky, careful!”

“Huh?”

As soon as she heard Ace’s voice, Sky looked up- only to feel herself lose balance on the slippery ground. Her brain couldn’t process what had happened- but in the span of a few seconds, she landed on the ground, the box’s content shattered on the floor, and saw... someone drenched in paint?

“Sky, you oka-” Ace rushed over before stopping. “Who- WAH? Dorm Leader Riddle???”

“R-Rosehearts-senpai?” Sky’s eyes widened as she heard Ace pronounce his name. But her classmate was right- right in front of her was Riddle, completely drenched in green paint.

“.....”

Riddle stood there for a second, seemingly processing what just happened. Ace and Sky, frozen in fear, waited for him to explode- but to their surprise, Riddle just sighed and wiped some paint off his face. His eyes seemed to say, not surprised.... as he spoke to Sky:

“Sky, I think it’s better if you don’t handle the manual work- as a matter of fact, I think it’s better if you walk around the festival for now.”

Sky felt tears prickle her eyes as she recalled the events. Ah, seriously, how could she embarrass herself that badly? Ace tried to cheer her up, “Do you not realise how lucky you are?? It would have been off with your head for me!!”, but even her friend’s attempts at recomforting her felt futile as she remembered the expression on Riddle’s face.

It’s not like I was expecting anything from you, anyway. It was the exact expression everyone always looked at her with. Especially him. It felt that as time passed, the distance between them was growing further and further- she was trying her best, but no matter what she did, things always ended up going south. Would she always remain the little black duck of the family? Lost in her thoughts, Sky did not notice the silhouette behind her, until she felt a hand on her shoulder-

“Kyaaah!! what-” Sky jumped, startled, until she recognised the owner of the hand. “Ruggie?? You scared me!”

“I could say the same thing, y’know! What’s up with ya? I tried callin’ you, but you just wouldn’t pick up. What are ya doin’ all alone?”

“Ruggie....”

“Huh? Why are you crying? Wait, wait, explain-”

“... So that’s what happened, huh.”

“Ugh... Seriously, so embarrassing... I wanna hide in a hole....” Sky sighed, sitting on a bench, a little further from the festival.

“But aren’t ya happy? That he didn’t get mad, I mean?”

“Of course not!! If he doesn’t get upset, that means he was totally expecting it!!” Sky eyes teared up again. “I tried so hard to build a reputation, but now it feels like everyone knows how useless I am, that they don’t even have expectations for me anymore....”

Ruggie looked at the young girl next to him. Slowly, he reached his hand to pat her head, looking away as she started sobbing. The laughter and lights from the festival in the distance seemed almost cruel as Sky struggled to catch her breath. Why do things never go as planned?

“... Ain’t that better, though?”

“Huh?” Surprised, her tears stopped as she peered over at Ruggie.

“The fact that people know how you truly are, y’know. Doesn’t it feel better, to not have to keep up a front and whatnot?”

“But-”

“No one’s perfect, y’know. Not Jamil, not me- not even Vil-san, or Malleus-san. Everyone goes through hardships ‘n’stuff. Ain’t that normal?” At the mention of Jamil’s name, Sky’s face fell. “We all go through trials, and that’s what life’s all about, doesn’t it? Doesn’t come with a guide book or anythin’.” His eyes met Sky’s. “What just happened, wasn’t that because ya didn’t ask for help? It’s rich comin’ from me, but y’know, asking for help isn’t a bad thing. No one’s gonna judge you for that, m’kay?”

Sky let out a small hum as she diverted her attention back to the stall. The lights seemed even stronger reflected in her teary eyes, and Ruggie was almost enchanted by the sight. Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, and stood up. Startled, Sky looked at him with a surprised expression as Ruggie extended his hand to her.

“Now, what d’ya say about us visiting the festival? Might as well, right? Shishishi ~”

“Waaah, Ruggie, you’re amazing!!!”

Sky marvelled over Ruggie’s goldfish scooping skills, as the young hyena managed to catch another 3 goldfishes at once. The Octavinelle student responsible for the stand seemed to grow more and more uneasy as his goldfish stock began to shrivel. Seriously, how is that guy so good at this...?

“Heh, that’s nothin’ for me, y’know ~” Ruggie’s ears wiggled, obviously delighted by the praise. “In my hometown, we often go fishin’, and stuff.”

“Fishing? But... not for goldfishes, right?” Sky looked caught off-guard. Eating goldfishes...? Seeing her expression, Ruggie could not resist teasing her.

“Shishishi, of course we did. Goldfishes are delicious, y’know? Want me to cook them for you later?”

“H-huh? No!!!! You shouldn’t eat goldfishes!! Look how adorable they are!!!” Instinctively, Sky protectively held her goldfish to her chest. Ruggie couldn’t help but laugh at her innocence.

“Shishishi, you believe me way too easily ~” but Sky’s expression remained full of suspicion. “... Oi, what d’ya take me for... Why would I eat goldfishes, there’s barely any nutrients in them, y’know.”

“.. Pff... Hahaha... Ruggie, you’re seriously so weird.” It was Ruggie’s turn to get caught off-guard. Sky finally looked like she was back to normal, and he couldn’t help but slightly blush at her smiling face.

“.. Ah, that’s right. Wanna go to another stand?” He tried changing the subject, looking away to hide his rosy cheeks.

“Ah- I completely forgot about it!” Sky jerked up, startling Ruggie in the process. “Ignihyde are doing a carabine stand- I heard Mayu sewed cute plushies as prizes, I wanna go!!”

“Aaah ~ that was fun....” Sky sighed as she sat on a bench near to another stall.

“Sure was. Didn’t know those Ignihyde guys designed a whole zombie-style shootin’ game... Kinda felt off with the whole festival theme, but it was fun ~” Ruggie leaned back on the bench, stretching as he drank a can of fresh coke.

“Ah... We walked for so long, I’m super thirsty now...”

“Mh? Wanna drink mine?”

“Huh?” Sky blushed as her eyes widened. “N-No way! That’s basically an indirect kiss!!!”

“An indirect ki-” Ruggie looked caught off guard, before switching to a grin, scooting closer to Sky. “Shishishi, if that’s the first thing ya thought about, must’ve been on yer mind, hasn’t it? ~”

“W-??? No, of course not!!!” Sky got up, as red as a tomato. “I-I’ll go get my own, you stay here!!!”

“Want me to-”

“No!!!! I don’t need you to come!!! You stay here!!!”

The young girl stormed off, ears flaming as Ruggie let out a small laughter. Man, was he glad to finally see her acting like her usual self again. Jamil’s Overblot really affected her, after all: for a few weeks, she barely smiled, sighing and looking dejected whenever she was alone. Ruggie had been seriously worried about her- she really took her vice dorm head’s ob personally, and had avoided all social interactions for a while. But a month after, it finally seemed like she was regaining hope. Aah ~ how troublesome... But I’m glad. He thought, watching over Sky as she pondered over which drink to buy.

“- Hey, isn’t that Gray-senpai lil’ sis?”

“Ah, Sky Cymatilis, right? Yeah, heard about her.”

“She’s kinda cute, isn’t she? Man, they’re really do look alike.”

“Nah, leave it, wouldn’t bother. They’re like night and day.”

Ruggie snapped out of his thoughts as he overheard two RSA students walk past. Were they talking about Sky? Little sister? Sky never really talked about her family, but Ruggie remembered overhearing Sky and Ace complain about older siblings. What that ‘Gray-senpai’ her older brother? And what was that last comment about?

“Alright, I’m back!!!”

“Ah, Sky, welcome back. What did ya get?”

“This cool drink from the Mostro Lounge stall, they had so many flavours!”

“I see, I see ~” Ruggie sipped on his drink absentmindedly, before turning to the girl next to him. “... Hey, Sky. Got any siblings?”

“H-huh? S-siblings?” Sky expression looked like she had just swallowed salt. “A-ah.. Well... I do... K-kinda... An older brother...”

Ruggie hummed a small ah, I see, as he finished his drink. Sky’s reaction told him what he wanted- that it was a sensitive subject all right, so he chose not to pry about it further. She’d tell him about it in due time, probably. On the other hand, Sky seemed preoccupied as she twirled the drink in her hand. Siblings, huh.... After a few minutes of silence, Ruggie plopped a hand on her head.

“Wanna go see fireworks? They should be startin’ soon. I know a perfect spot for that ~”

“Waaah, this place is so nice!”

“Heh, of course ~ Savanclaw’s the best place for firework viewin’.”

“Seems like a lot ofstudents thought the same, huh. It’s fuller than I expected.” Sky leaned back on the rock Ruggie chose, considerably higher than the rest. “But it’s a lot comfier than I thought, and we’re going to get such a great view of the fireworks!!”

“Shishishi ~ Got that right.” Ruggie smiled, turning his head as soon as he heard a loud BANG! “Oh, they’re startin’.”

The two young students remained in silence for a while, in awe of the fireworks. Crowley made sure that NRC’s festival would be more impressive than RSA’s, all the way down to the colours of the fireworks- the green and blue-ish colours filled the night sky, reminiscent of auroras.

“Wow.... The colours are amazing... It really feels like I’m in another country right now....”

“Yeah, they really went all-out with that one, huh.”

The show went on for a few minutes, occasionally accompanied by a bunch of “Ooh”s and “Aah”s as the fireworks depicted the face of the great seven, as well as Crowley’s own mask- which brought a few laughter from the crowd. As a rain of spark came on during the finale, everyone cheered, raising their hands to the sky, entranced by the sight.

“Wow, that is so pretty...” Sky marvelled.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” But Ruggie hadn’t been watching the fireworks. How could he? All his attention was devoted to watching Sky’s dewy eyes, illuminated by the large-flowered fireworks.

“.... How pretty.”

#sky x ruggie #twst yume

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1rakus · 5 years

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this is so cute wah..... shino... CHOJI... akamaru... neji hinata and ino with buns... shikamaru looking cute as hell... sakura waaah look at my daughter 😊🌸🌸

#ino shika cho is marriage material i swear

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armour-of-fafnir · 5 years

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Brothers Conflict - Passion Pink Prologue part 1

*Notes*

I unfortunately found it excessively difficult to translate, so it’ll take me a while. That’s why (and because I am unsure where the prologue ends?) I will break it down into parts.

To avoid confusion, Ayame is the name I gave to the MC.

Please don’t repost my translations, only reblog them. So much effort and hours are put into them that I will cry.

I may have made a lot of mistakes concerning both grammar and translation, so please bear with me.

Ayame

[ ( This is Kichijouji, the residential area of Musashino City. I walk down an unfamiliar road with a map in one hand. ) ]

Juri

[ Chii, are you nervous? ]

Ayame

[ Y-yes, a little. ]

Juri

[ Well, no wonder. It’s because you’ll soon have 11 new brothers! ]

Ayame

[ ( This little guy on my shoulder is my squirrel, Juri. Since I was little, we’ve always been together, he’s like family to me. ) ]

Juri

[ “Sunrise Residence”, huh? You are all going to share an apartment in such a prosperous area, what a story. ]

Ayame

[ Yeah… I wonder what kind of place it is. ]

Ayame

[ Anyways, since those people will become my brothers now, I hope we can all get along… ]

Ayame

[ ( Moreover, I wonder if I should hide the fact that I can talk with Juri… ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Speaking of which, why can we converse in the first place? I don’t really know… ) ]

Juri

[ Wrong way, Chii. You’re supposed to turn left here. ]

Ayame

[ Eh…!? ]

Juri

[ Honestly, can’t you read the map? That’s dangerous. ]

Ayame

[ Sorry, sorry. Thanks, Juri. ]

Juri

[ Here, take a deep breath. Maybe it will calm you down a bit? ]

Ayame

[ Right… *inhales and exhales repeatedly* ]

Juri

[ Hey, how many are you gonna do? You took way too many just now… ]

Ayame

[ You’re right, but… ]

Juri

[ It’s fine, calm down. You have me, right? ]

Ayame

[ Right! Thanks, Juri. I feel a bit relieved now. ]

Juri

[ Shall we go then? ]

Ayame

[ ( At that time, I didn’t know yet. About getting hurt or thinking about someone. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( That I’d have a relationship with someone I could see whenever I wanted and yet I wouldn’t be able to communicate the feelings in my heart. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( May 22nd. Today is a day I am bound to never forget. ) ]

//Intro plays//

Ayame

[ It’s straight ahead from here, isn’t it? ]

Juri

[ According to the map, it seems so. ]

Ayame

[ ( Juri and I were now heading to my new home, the Asahina residence. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( To be able to have a new family, and a new home, there must be a good reason. ) ]

//Flashbacks//

Ayame

[ What’s wrong, papa? Suddenly wanting to talk. ]

Rintarou

[ Uhm, to tell you the truth, there is someone I would like you to meet, Ayame. ]

Ayame

[ Okay… I guess it’s fine? Is it an acquaintance of yours, papa…? ]

Rintarou

[ Well, saying they are an acquaintance is kind of… ]

Ayame

[ …? ]

Rintarou

[ Listen, papa is thinking of remarrying. ]

Ayame

[ Re-remarry!? ]

//End of flashbacks//

Ayame

[ ( I was surprised when I first heard about his remarrying, but after giving it a proper thought, I decided to support his decision. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( …? ) ]

Ayame

[ ( I’ve never actually known my real mother’s face, I’ve only seen it in photos. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( I was told she died after giving birth to me. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Dad raised me on his very own and was always alone. So that’s why I considered it great that he found someone he loves. ) ]

Juri

[ Honestly, it would have been great if Miwa could have shown us around today… ]

Ayame

[ It can’t be helped, Miss Miwa seems to be busy working. ]

Ayame

[ ( Miss Miwa is the person papa is planning to marry. She’s the chairwoman of a major apparel company! ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Speaking of which, when I first met her she seemed to be busy too… ) ]

//Flashbacks//

Miwa

[ Forgive me! Even though you invited me to a meal, I am late because of work. ]

Rintarou

[ It’s fine. We understand that you’re busy, Miwa. ]

Miwa

[ Could this be… Miss Ayame? ]

Ayame

[ Ni-nice to meet you…! I am Ayame! ]

Miwa

[ Nice to meet you too. I am the one who has been seeing your father, Miwa Asahina. ]

Miwa

[ If it’s alright, may I call you by your first name? ]

Ayame

[ Y-yes! ]

Miwa

[ … ]

Ayame

[ …? Uhm…? ]

Miwa

[ Ah, girls are really cute after all! ]

Ayame

[ Eh…? ]

Miwa

[ All of my children are boys. I’ve always wanted a girl though. ]

Ayame

[ I-Is that so…? ]

Miwa

[ My my, I shouldn’t say that. Sorry for bringing it up. Let’s enjoy our meal. ]

Ayame

[ T-thank you very much. ]

Ayame

[ ( Miss Miwa is such a bright person, a gentle one. She really is gorgeous. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( The meal with miss Miwa was more interesting than I could ever imagine, no matter how many things we discussed, I remember never running out of topics. ) ]

Rintarou

[ Oh, it’s about time. Miwa, thank you for coming here today. ]

Miwa

[ The pleasure is mine. I had so much fun discussing all those things with Ayame. ]

Ayame

[ Yes, I was also happy to have talked to you! ]

Miwa

[ Really? Then I’m glad… ]

Miwa

[ Say, Ayame. We… ]

Ayame

[ …? ]

Miwa

[ …Nevermind, it’s nothing. Talk to you soon, Ayame. ]

Ayame

[ Yes, miss Miwa. From now on, I hope we get along…! ]

//End of flashbacks//

Ayame

[ ( At that time, miss Miwa seemed a little uneasy, but I did my best to smile as I bowed to her. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( For people to suddenly become a family, it may not be that easy. But… ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Even so, if it’s papa and Miwa, I bet it’s fine, right? ) ]

Juri

[ What’s wrong, Chii? You just smirked. Are you so nervous you have gone mad? ]

Ayame

[ No, that’s not it!! ]

Ayame

[ I’m nervous but I’m also happy to have a new family! I’m looking forward to meeting my brothers~. What kind of people do you think they might be? ]

Ayame

[ ( That’s right. After the dinner with miss Miwa, I heard from papa… ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Miss Miwa owns those apartments “Sunrise Residence” ) ]

Ayame

[ ( There live the 11 sons of miss Miwa, and all of them are going to become my brothers. ) ]

Juri

[ They’d better not make any weird moves… ]

Ayame

[ It’s fine. “Everyone is wonderful, there is no need to be worried”, papa told me. ]

Juri

[ …I wonder about that. ]

Ayame

[ ( I may be feeling a bit anxious, but I’m sure it’ll be alright. ) ]

Ayame

[ ( Lots of warm days await me. ) ]

Ayame

[ Huh? It should be nearby, right? ]

Juri

[ Chii, how can you question if that’s the right way when you’re holding such a carefully drawn map? ]

Juri

[ Your sense of direction is devastating. Here, let me take a look. ]

Ayame

[ ( S-sure. How do you know the way, Juri…? Don’t tell me squirrels can even read maps… ) ]

???

[ WAAAH~! BIG SIS, MOVE MOVE ! ]

???

[ UWAAH! I CAN’T STOP IT--- ! ]

Ayame

[ Kyaa!! ]

???

[ It hurt… ]

Ayame

[ Oh no, are you okay!? ]

Ayame

[ ( I tried to avoid our hitting each other, but I fell down… I wonder if the boy is alright… ) ]

???

[ I’m fine! What about you, big sis? Are you okay? ]

Ayame

[ Yes, I am the one who’s sorry. I was walking in the middle of the road…]

???

[ Ah, big sis, your knee is hurt! ]

Ayame

[ …It’s true. But it’s not a big deal. ]

???

[ Wataru! ]

Wataru

[ Maa-kun!! ]

Maa-kun

[ Even though it’s a bicycle, it’s dangerous for pedestrians walking by. So mind your speed in residential areas too. Do you understand? ]

Wataru

[ Um… I am sorry, Maa-kun…]

Ayame

[ ( This little boy seems to be Wataru. Is Maa-kun Wataru’s father, I wonder…? ) ]

Maa-kun

[ Are you okay, miss? ]

Ayame

[ Ah, I-I am fine! ]

Maa-kun

[ I am sorry for my little brother not being careful. ]

Ayame

[ ( Eh… Little brother? Is that what he said…? ) ]

Ayame

[ So you’re this kid’s older brother? ]

Maa-kun

[ Yes, that’s right. Is something the matter? ]

Ayame

[ N-no. I-it’s nothing. Forgive me. More importantly, I’m really fine. I fell on my own so… ]

Wataru

[ But big sis, you’ve really hurt your knee! Maa-kun, please look at it! ]

Maa-kun

[ Really? Let me take a quick look.]

Ayame

[ Eh? ]

Maa-kun

[ Ah, I’m sorry for startling you. I am a doctor, though my expertise is paediatrics. ]

Ayame

[ ( Ah, I see… ) ]

Maa-kun

[ Can you bend your knee? Or does it hurt? ]

Ayame

[ I am fine. ]

Maa-kun

[ Looking at the ankle too, it doesn’t seem too sprained. Alright, I’m glad. Here, take my hand. Can you stand? ]

Ayame

[ ( Wah, such a big and warm hand… ) ]

Ayame

[ T-thank you very much. ]

Wataru

[ Big sis, I am truly sorry. ]

Ayame

[ I’m fine, so pay it no mind. ]

Wataru

[ You’re right, but… Ah, that’s it! As an apology, I will give you this! ]

Ayame

[ ( Ah, is this candy? S-so cuute!! ) ]

Ayame

[ Thank you, Wataru-kun! ]

Wataru

[ Hehe, big sis said thanks to me! ]

Maa-kun

[ Good job, Wataru. ]

Ayame

[ ( Wataru-kun, he seems to love his brother a lot. They seem to get along really well. ) ]

Maa-kun

[ From my examination, it seems alright. Though, if it starts hurting throughout the day, please go to the hospital, okay? ]

Ayame

[ Understood. ]

Maa-kun

[ Well then, we should get going. ]

Wataru

[ Bye bye, big sis! ]

Ayame

[ Bye bye, Wataru-kun. ]

Juri

[ Those two brothers have a great age gap, don’t you think? ]

Ayame

[ But, just looking at them made me happy. If my brothers are like that too, then I’ll be really glad. ]

Juri

[ Yeah, that’d be nice. More importantly, you received candy just a moment ago, right? ]

Juri

[ What about it? ]

Juri

[ Give me one, I got hungry. ]

Ayame

[ ( A squirrel, wanting candy as an snack… ) ]

Ayame

[ Right, here you go. ]

Juri

[ My favourite flavour is the strawberry one. It’s delicious. …Huh? ]

Ayame

[ ( What is it, I wonder? ) ]

Ayame

[ ( On the other side of the road, there was a boy in uniform surrounded by female students. ) ]

Female Highschool Student 1

[ Say, Iori. You don’t have work today, right? Let’s hang out-! ]

Iori

[ I’m sorry? I have something important happening today, so I can’t help but go home. ]

Female Highschool Student 2

[ Eh-? Iori, you’re always like that~. ]

Iori

[ …That’s right. I’m truly sorry. But, why are you always inviting me? ]

Female Highschool Student 1

[ Ugh, it’s because I have decided I want to go out with you, Iori! I want us to hang out all the time! ]

Female Highschool Student 2

[ That’s right! You’re kind, you’re cool, you’re smart too. All the girls have their eyes on you! ]

Female Highschool Student 2

[ Iori, you’re honestly like a prince! ]

Iori

[ This is too crazy. Excuse me now… ]

Female Highschool Student 1

[ R-really sorry are you! Seriously, I can’t say anything! ]

Female Highschool Student 2

[ That’s right! Don’t make that face! In any case, it definitely has to be next time! ]

Iori

[ Well then, I’ll get going. Watch out on your way home. ]

Juri

[ … ]

Ayame

[ … ]

Juri

[ …He’s really popular, isn’t he.]

Ayame

[ …He really is. ]

Juri

[ Not to mention that this guy didn’t even tell them anything to get their hopes up , like “Please invite me again” or “next time we’ll definitely go out”, and yet they still…

Juri

[ I bet he’s used to that kind of treatment. ]

Ayame

[ Right, but I can see why he’s so popular. That guy’s facial features are quite nice. ]

Juri

[ Chii, don’t tell me that’s the kind of guys you like!? ]

Ayame

[ I-I never said that! ]

Ayame

[ ( Jeez, that Juri… He’s worse than papa… ) ]

Juri

[ More importantly, here! Let’s look for your brothers’ house, the “Asahina” residence. ]

Ayame

[ Okay okaaay…]

[Part 2]

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ryuu-chass221 · 5 years

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ArsMagna’s Curious and Mundane Everyday – Episode Forty-one

Source This episode is a sequel to the KENTO KUROU in “Dark Retribution” ~Purple Flames of Heaven~ stage. The DVD will be released January 10, 2020. Several days after the funeral Iori: “Lady Ai, “is there anything I may help you with?” Principal: “No, I’m fine, Iori-chan. “When I think at last Kaito-san is coming home, but then Hiroshi-san won’t be here, it’s horrible.” Iori: “Ai-sama…” Principal: “Aww… Hiroshi-san was never good at cuddling, was he?” ~ Staff: “We have been waiting for you.” (Little boy: “Waaahhhh!”) (struggle) (Little boy: “Wah wah wah!”) (whack, whack) Kaito: “This is the first time he’s been here; it’s scary.” (Little boy: “Waaahh…”) Hiroshi: “I’m sorry… “Would you hold him instead?” (Little boy: “Waaah”) (stare) Kaito: “Hehehe, “He’s so cute.” (grip) Hiroshi: “Thank you.” Principal: “Ohh! Maybe a match-making interview isn’t necessary anymore.” ~ “It seemed like Hiroshi-san had nothing to fear at the school! But his bewilderment at carrying the baby was cute.” Iori: “It’s easy to imagine his troubled look.” Principal: “I wanted to show you, too, Iori-chan. (thump) “Let’s take a break and have some tea, Iori-chan.” Iori: “Agreed.”

#if anyone knows who these people are #and what happened in that concert #please let me know #kento sensei #ケント先生 #kurou kento #九瓏ケント #arsmagna #アルスマグナ #アルスツイッター漫画 #九瓏家 #kurou house

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ggukmiin · 6 years

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Promise

Submitted by: ✍🏻 Anon

Jimin is sharply dressed (pic for reference) in celebration of a special day.

The members gather in the living room and Tae calls Jungkook over –who is playing video games in his room. He comes out but knows what’s up so he’s not surprised and only makes it harder for flustered Jimin to speak:

He hears the door open slowly.

“Hey,” Tae’s soft voice barely reaches him through the loud volume coming from his headphones.

“What’s up?” Jungkook asks without moving his eyes from the screen.

“Can you come out here for a minute?”

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, coming.”

“Okay~”

He pauses the game and gets up from his seat. Upon noticing Taehyung waiting at the door without going ahead first, he connects the dots and feels a bit of nervousness gargling in his stomach. His feet slide into the slippers and the man follows his hyung into the living room.

“Here he is~” Tae presents him with an excited face, simultaneously trying to keep his cool as he takes a big step to the side to let the main character of this event walk in the middle of the stage.

“What?” Jungkook mumbles seemingly unfazed by the circle formed around and by Jimin’s elegant attire.

“Oooh, Jungkookie, you’re so stylish!” Jin congratulates his plain, worn out white tee and grey sweatpants.

Jungkook looks down at his legs with no real interest in the elder’s teasing. This lack of reaction speaks loudly of how distracted he actually is. The man in front of him tries to hold back a shy smile, clearing his throat.

“Jimin wants to ask you something,” Hobi breaks the prolonged silence.

“Oh, does he?” Jungkook smirks on the same quiet voice –he sounded a lot like Yoongi.

“He knows!” Jimin complains with a nervous giggle, turning to look at them and pointing at the youngest. “He knows what I wanna do!”

“Everyone knows what you want to do,” Yoongi mumbles. “That’s why we’re here. You’re doing great, Jimin, don’t worry.”

“What do you wanna ask me?” Jungkook snickers at his cute reaction, the only indicator of his real feelings glistening through his wide opened eyes.

“Aish!” the guy in question fidgets like a trapped duckling. “This is so awkward!”

Jimin takes a deep breath to calm his dancing heart before turning to face him once again. He feels his cheeks flushed by a sudden heat when meeting Jungkook’s gaze, but fights the impulse to burst into another jittery laugh.

“You should kneel down,” Jin suddenly suggests, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, arms crossed over his chest as he was slightly leaning forward.

“What?!” Jimin frowns almost offended with the same embarrassed smile.

“It’s more effective, trust me.” The eldest winks in approval of his words.

“I’m already smaller!” Jimin snaps appalled. “I’m not kneeling down!”

“Leave that, let him do it,” Hobi stops the fight, seeing as Jimin was desperately clinging to any momentary distraction.

“If you’re not gonna say it, I’m going back to my room,” Jungkook acts out a hurt sigh and pretends to turn around but Tae grabs his shoulders and brings him back into place.

“Jungkook-ah…” Jimin finally calls, feeling his voice getting stuck in his throat.

“Yes, Jimin-sshi.”

“Hah… It’s been…1500 days since that first day. And while it hasn’t always been easy…argh! I don’t wanna say this!!” Jimin cups his face and swings his head around.

“Don’t say it if you don’t feel like it,” Hobi encourages him.

“Just say how you feel, don’t mind the speech,” Namjoon joins as well.

“It’s just weird hearing it! Ok. It wasn’t always easy…but I wouldn’t take back a single day. They’re all very important to me, all led to this one.”

He takes out a small box from his back pocket and slowly walks towards him.

“Jungkookie…are you willing to make a promise with me?”

“Yes, Jimin-sshi, I am.”

He stretches out one hand and lets Jimin slide a silver ring on his finger. Yoongi and Hobi immediately burst into loud cheers, intensifying Jimin’s embarrassment. Namjoon and Jin join the chorus along with Taehyung, clapping vigorously as Jungkook was putting the other ring on Jimin’s finger.

“Well done, good job!” Hobi grabs Jimin’s shoulders from the back and shakes them encouragingly.

“That was nice, so touching,” Jin also praises him.

“Now you do it too,” Tae urges Jungkook while pointing at Jimin.

“I should do it too?” Jungkook repeats and as Hobi and Jin were expressing their approval for a prolonged event, he immediately drops to his knees with no hesitation, startling Jimin who was only partially facing him and talking to Namjoon.

“What are you doing??” he laughs with his whole body as his cheeks were turning crimson.

“Jimin-sshi…” Jungkook dramatically utters on a husky voice, eyebrows forming a theatrical fold at the base of his nose and below them eyelids covering half of the sparkly irises to emphasize the depth of his feelings, “It’s been 1500 days…please make a promise with me…else I’ll dry out like a tree in the desert.”

“Ok, ok,” Jimin hurries him to stand up.

“Else I’ll be as lonely as the moon on a starless night!”

“I got it, please get up!”

“Waaah, that was SO niiicee! Waaah JungKOOOOK!!” Jin’s claps were slow and loud and full of touched sarcasm.

“I acknowledge you,” Tae compliments him after Jungkook was back on his feet.

“Wah, I really got chills,” Hobi agrees more seriously. “Jungkook, aren’t you too talented?”

“I’m really proud of both of you,” Namjoon adds hugging both of them tight. “I’m so happy.”

“Congrats, congrats,” Yoongi hugs them separately and with settled affection.

“Can I go back to the game?” Jungkook asks pointing at the hallway as the hyungs were busy talking.

“Yeah, go,” Jimin sends him. “Oh, do you still wanna go out for dinner?”

“Yeah.”

“We have reservation so we can’t be late, I’ll come get you.”

“I’ll be ready,” Jungkook assures him as he was waddling back to his videogame.

(i have doubts about this one but i was in a dark place and needed sth to pull me out. and thought you might like it too?idk. dunno for sure what they mean by promise, but it’s not a marriage proposal…ig it’s a more serious bond? so many questions…xD -✍🏻)

#oh ✍🏻 anon baby this is perfect!! PERFECT!!!!#goodness lord. what an adorable submission!!!! ahggggg anon how are you the best at writing fluff and cute nd funny banter ?!?!#like this is 100% smth i can see jm jk and the rest of bangtan doing and saying. youre so talented anonnnn!!!!!!!!!<333333 #I DIED WHEN JK ALSO GOT ON ONE KNEE AND WHIPPED OUT THE JIMIN SSI AND STARTED BEING AN EMBARRASSING DORK AND JIMIN WAS LIKE O K AY I GET IT #ssosososooososoo CUUTTEEEEEEEE #also @ how unbothered jungkook was and how jimin was literally dying of embarrassment. like w ha t the hell thats so t h e m #jk bein like okie dis was nice ily babe but like can i game now. and jimins like yee but remember we got a date bb and jk waz like gotcha !#it was just so njdnjkndj idk domestic? and so casual? but so cuttee and so THEM ??#ughhhhh anooonnnnnn i lovee youuuuu #im glad youre back too!! thank you for sharing this with me!!!#and anon baby im sososo sorry that u were in pain before. hopefully youre doing a little better now but im sending you all the positive-#vibes love hugs and snuggles rn <333333333333333333333333 #i was wondering where u had gone but now hearing that you were in a bit of a dark lpace b4 makes me rly sad and worried for u!!! i sincerely #hope you are doing better now. and despite it being so hard thank you so much for sharing this cuteness with me. :( <33 #the world doesnt deserve you !!! <33333 #✍🏻 anon #jikook #kookmin #my lil love fairy anon ily !!!#submission

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minaramen · 3 years

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New Year’s special story - Werewolf Idols ~ LIVE or HEAVEN ~ Part 12: Who’s the wolf? [Day 5]

Game master: Dawn has come

Touma: Waaah! I’m alive!

Tenn: Good, he’s not here!

Haruka: Mh?

Riku: I see…! Okay,I understood the result of my forecasting! Can I say it?

Ryunosuke: Where’s Gaku!?

Game master: During tonight’s werewolf attack, one person was killed

Yamato: Aah…Yaotome..!

Mitsuki: Yaotome…!

Iori: The village hunter…

Haruka: Wait, where’s Minami!?

Game master: Also, somebody suddenly disappeared

Touma: Somebody…disappeared? They mean…not by biting?

Riku: Ah…maybe it’s the fox spirit!

Tenn: I forecasted Natsume san, and he was the fox spirit

Haruka: Minami was the fox!?

Iori: You did it, Kujo san…!

Yamato: I just missed the timing! I also forecasted Natsume, and he was the fox

Ryunosuke: What’s going on, all at once!? Gaku was bitten and Minami kun disappeared…!

Ryunosuke: What happened tonight?!

*Cut to a dark place*

Gaku: Ah…as expected, I died

Minami: Yaotome san

Gaku: Wah-! Are you…Natsume?

Minami: Yes. I’m happy to be here with you

Gaku: Are you also dead? But, why…?

Minami: I’m the fox spirit

Gaku: I see….

Minami: Kon kon

Gaku: The hunter and the fox biting the dust together. Kind of a funny story

Minami: Just like a comical pair, I suppose. I wouldn’t mind making a pilgrimage to the Ise Grand Shrine* with you

Gaku: Too bad I have to work tomorrow

Minami: Oh dear, what a shame. Shall we go through this place with our arms linked, at least?

Gaku: Why?

Minami: Listen carefully. Don’t you have the strong presentiment that something is waiting for us?

Gaku: …The presentiment that something is waiting for us…

Minami: I will escort you

Gaku: I can hear something, now…a sound that seems to come from something waiting for us…

*Cut to the TV studio*

Audience: Kyaaaaaahh…!

Audience: Gaku kun!!

Audience: Minami kun!!

Gaku:..........

Minami: You see? I told you

Tamaki: You even came with your arms linked!

Momo: You must really get along!!

Sogo: Good job, guys

Torao: Hello

Minami: Midou san. Did you look at everybody from here?

Yuki: Yes. You were such a cool hunter, Gaku kun

Gaku: Thanks. But I could do the job only once

Nagi: Natsume shi, you’ve been sent off without causing any turbolences

Minami: I would have preferred to shake things up a little bit more. Who’s the real divinator?

Tamaki: Yama san

Gaku: What!? So, is Tenn a wolf?

Momo: Exactly! He’s one of my besties!

Gaku: And I even escorted him…

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah…!

Audience: Ahahah!

Momo: Both laughs and screams increased, apparently

Yuki: Do some hunter and fox fanservice, the two of you

Gaku: What are you saying? Did you do such things?

Tamaki: We did, we did!

Gaku: I see…

Minami: Fine then, I’ll start

Audience: Kyaaaaaah…!

Minami: I wish you a happy new year. I’ll keep on bewitching you thanks to my beautiful lies

Minami: Please, forgive me for every time I make a fool out of you. Kon kon

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaah…!

Tamaki: What a cute fox pose!!

*Minami reaches Torao*

Minami:.....fufu….

Torao: What’s wrong with you, trotting at me like that? You feel embarassed?

Minami: Just a bit. Please, high five with me

Torao: Ahah! That’s pretty unusual!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaah…!

*Clap*

Nagi: This fox is so cute!

Sogo: Yes! Very cute!

Momo: Next! Your turn, hunter Yaotome Gaku!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaah..!

Gaku: Happy new year!

Gaku: If I happen to see somebody menacing your dreams…

Gaku: I will definitely protect you

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaaah….!

Gaku: BANG!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaah…!

Momo: How cool…! Gaku, you’re handsome…!

Yuki: That was good. You get the maximum score both as the hunter and a member of Trigger

Gaku: Eheh

Tamaki: Gakkun, Gakkun! Do the same for Sou chan!

Audience: Kyaaaaaaah…!

Sogo: It’s okay! I’m humbled! I have to decline…!!

Torao: It’s the first time I see somebody refusing fanservice

Gaku: Osaka, look at me

Sogo:..........

Gaku: You’re a rival of mine. I won’t do fanservice, but I'll shake your hand

Sogo: Y-yes….

Gaku: Okay

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaah

Gaku: Let’s get along this year too

Sogo: Yes…let’s do it

Audience: Kyaaaaaah

Audience: Minami kun, do the fox….!!

Minami: Kon kon

Audience: Kyaaaaaaaaah

*Cut to the game*

Touma: They both left, then…

Mitsuki: Yaotome has probably been bitten by the wolves, while Natsume was deathly casted by the divinator

Touma: But who did the forecasting?

Tenn: It was me. I forecasted Natsume san

Yamato: He’s deceiving you. I was the one who forecasted Natsume

Mitsuki: You too, old man?

Yamato: I was the one who offed him, thanks to my forecasting

Tenn: It was me. You need to trust me

Mitsuki: Uhm….

Iori: This is the only opinion the two of them can express, though

Iori: The fox spirit can only be cursed to death by the real divinator

Iori: The other one must be an impostor. That’s why they both said they forecasted Natsume san

Riku: Kujo san was the first one to announce the forecast…

Yamato: Well, I didn’t adjust my forecast to match Kujo’s

Yamato: We used to announce the result all together, if I remember correctly. I was just waiting for that moment to come

Iori: You’re right. Why did you jump the gun, Kujo san?

Tenn: I spent the whole night wondering who the fox was among Nikaido san and Natsume san

Tenn: When I found out that I guessed it right, I got a little overenthusiastic. I apologize for the mess I’ve made

Touma:...they both seem trustworthy

Ryunosuke:....ah….

Tenn: What?

Ryunosuke: No…it’s nothing

Tenn:..........

Haruka: Minami….how could he be the fox and still tell us to praise him today?

Haruka: I can’t believe Minami was the fox….is there not the possibility that he was actually the real divinator?

Iori: I highly doubt that. The game master told us that somebody suddenly disappeared

Haruka: Uhm, maybe he was bitten…eeh, really..?

Ryunosuke: Are you alright?

Haruka: I’m getting confused

Ryunosuke: I understand your feelings. Everybody is so good at acting, it’s difficult to understand who to trust

Haruka:...yes….but then…

Ryunosuke: Uh?

Haruka: I think you could be a wolf as well, telling such things

Ryunosuke: No, I’m a villager. It’s not like I can prove it to you. Anyway, for that matter, you could also be…

Ryunosuke: No, I feel like you’re not a wolf, Haruka kun. It’s just my intuition speaking, though

Haruka: Well, in fact I’m not a wolf! I’m definitely not a wolf!

Iori: We should be thinking about which divinator to execute today

Iori: But first, Nanase san. What response did you get as a medium?

Riku: Ah….Tamaki was a wolf

Touma: Good, then! We did great, kicking out one wolf and the fox!

Riku: Yes, but the hunter is also gone. It means that I will be eaten tonight

Mitsuki: That’s also true… speaking of which, wouldn’t it be a waste to lose a fortune teller?

Iori: What do you mean?

Mitsuki: We figured out who’s the wolf among the divinators

Mitsuki: But there’s another one hiding among me, Iori, Tsunashi san, Touma and Isumi

Mitsuki: Maybe it’s a good idea to start looking there, first

Ryunosuke: I see…I don’t think I’d be as good as a fortune teller, when it comes to observing

Touma: Me neither, honestly

Haruka: Me neither… but maybe we could just listen to everybody’s opinion

Haruka: Who’s the most suspicious, except for the divinators?

Mitsuki: If I must say, probably Tsunashi san…

Ryunosuke: What!? But, why?!

Mitsuki: Well, a wolf must be strong…what do you think, Inumaru?

Touma: I think….it may be the little Izumi

Iori: Why?

Touma: Well, because despite being a sharp guy you’re still among us. The same wolves who bit Rokuya and Tora should have bitten you as well, am I right?

Touma: However, for some reason, you’re alive

Mitsuki: Maybe they were just too busy biting off Yaotome and Riku

Touma: Ah, yeah, maybe! What do you think, Haru?

Haruka: I have no clue, if you ask me! If I have to pick one up, I’d say Touma…

Touma: Me!?!

Haruka: I’m not saying you look like a liar!

Haruka: It’s just that everybody who was forecasted by Nikaido got bitten so far. You’re the only exception

Haruka: That’s why I think you may be a wolf

Iori:...that sounds very unlikely to me

Touma: Yeah, I’m not a wolf!

Yamato: It can’t be true. Inumaru is a villager, I forecasted him

Haruka: Okay, that’s why you both are probably wolves…

Mitsuki: No, the old man doesn't look like…a wolf…

Mitsuki: However, I’m not so confident anymore…

Yamato: C’mon, be confident, Mitsu!

Ryunosuke: Yamato kun and Touma kun are wolves…? What if it’s Tenn? Who do you think his partner could be?

Iori: Good question…did you feel like he was protecting someone?

Iori: Kujo san forecasted Yaotome san, Nanase san and Tsunashi san, and he said they were villagers

Iori: If he’s a wolf, then the only partner he could be protecting among them is you, Tsunashi san

Ryunosuke: You’re right…and I’m not a wolf. Then, Yamato kun is…?

Yamato: Wait. I thought we were supposed to be looking for wolves first. Why is each of your guess based on fortune tellers?

Mitsuki: Well, that’s true…

Iori: It’s easier to look for somebody among two people than among five

Iori: If they eat Nanase san, we won’t be able to know the truth anymore

Iori: We need to execute you and Kujo san in order

Mitsuki: Yes… I mean, we’re wasting an useful ability, but it can’t be helped

Mitsuki: Also Nagi told us to execute the divinators

Yamato: Who do you want to start from, then?

Tenn: Whoever you choose, it’s fine with me. But if you execute me today, be sure to do the same with Nikaido san tomorrow

Tenn: Because he’s a wolf

Yamato: You’re the wolf, Kujo

Ryunosuke:...it’s getting incandescent…

Touma:....dunno….

Riku: Wait, both of you! Don’t let the atmosphere get too scary! Iori or Haruka could end up crying!

Iori: I won’t cry at all!

Haruka: I definitely won’t cry!!

Riku: Now, try to convince me that you’re not cheating on me

Riku: I’ll pretend to be the girl

Haruka: Cheating?!

Yamato: Riku, please! We don’t have time for such nonsense…!

Tenn: Hello, Ricchan. I’m home

Yamato: You’re pretty fast at getting down to business, Kujo…

Tenn: Why did you get so sulky? Did I do something wrong?

Tenn: I want to apologize properly if I did something that made you feel so sad. Could you tell me, please?

Riku: How can you speak like that…? I know you’re cheating on me. I saw you hand in hand with another girl today!

Tenn: This can’t be true. I’ve been in the studio the whole day

Riku: Really?

Tenn: Yes. The only girl I want to be hand in hand with is you, Ricchan

Tenn: Trust me

Riku:...........

Riku: I think you’re the real divinator!

Touma: Wait, really!? We’re going to choose by such a playacting!?

Yamato: Wait, wait! This old man wants to prove his honesty as well! Tell me how!

Riku: Oh, right! I was about to make too much of a snap decision! Okay then, Yamato san…uhm…

Riku: You’ll be Tsunashi san’s boyfriend!

Ryunosuke: What?!

Yamato: Ryuko chan, I’m home!

Ryunosuke: You got into the role pretty quickly! Okay…uhm…w-welcome…

Yamato: Since I was thinking about making out with you, Ryuko chan, I bought a Bingo card

Mitsuki:....what a weird thing to buy

Iori: How can a Bingo card possibly help you make out?

Ryunosuke: Ah, I’m happy! Thank you for always buying me Bingo cards!

Touma: It’s surprisingly comical

Haruka: I wonder why he “always” buys her Bingo cards, by the way…

Ryunosuke: However, even if you try to make me feel better with this present, I’ve still caught you…

Yamato: What do you mean, you’ve caught me…?

Ryunosuke: You’re cheating on me, right? I know you send love messages to other girls

Yamato: Don’t be stupid, Ryuko. I’ve always done that

Yamato: But you’re the one and only one I tell in person. I love you, Ryuko…

Ryunosuke:.........

Ryunosuke: And that’s not cheating, according to you?

*Bin bin*

Yamato: Whooo! Wait!

Mitsuki: You’re a cheater, Yamato san!!

Yamato: Are you serious?! The time’s over?!

Iori: Yes, thanks to Nanase san and his unnecessary playact…

Riku: Ah…! I’ll get killed tonight, then! Do your best, villagers!

Game master: Voting results

Yamato: You must be joking…!

Game master: The executed player is Nikaido Yamato

Game master: It’s night time

Game master: The executed player is escorted to the execution place

Game master: Wolves, please choose the one you want to kill

Game master: Divinator, please choose the one you want to divine. Hunter, please choose the one you want to protect

Game master: All the others, please hold your breath and try to endure until this terrible night is over

End of part 12

TL Notes

*Pilgrimages to Ise Grand Shrine are seen as a purification process and aid in receiving a good afterlife

#idolish7 #ainanatranslation #idolish7translation #zool #re:vale #trigger

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