#:end scenario xD

[imma-bunni]

sketch doodle page of modern wwx - idea: Wei Ying has a piano app on his phone for musical cultivation

[raycatz]

I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

[fedoraspooky]

Heck with it *tosses AU where he was developed in the lab as a dragon hybrid onto the massive pile of AUs as well*

Don't look at me, blame @mysticdoodles for this adorableness XD

[insomniphic]

💕VALENTINES DAY IS A WEEK AWAY!💕

So guess what?! :D

I’ll be posting daily One-Shots of Narry in very Valentine scenarios for 7 days!

None of these are canon! They’re just cool “what if’s” since Narry is probably doomed to be forever lonely 😔.

Anyways~

DAY 1: Crowded Places

Narry participated in a party once; in our current timeline he might have already joined more than four, perhaps none, but ONE was enough to realize his hatred towards crowded places, of every kind. “Hatred”? No. Not really. Maybe it’s discomfort. Maybe fear.

The music is the latest hit of this year, so was the next, and the following. The taste was generic — made to entertain most of the crowd because of how trendy it is — so it was no surprise that everyone was still moving their bodies to a rhythm that matched their hearts more than the beat. Narry wished there was more variety so he could test his memory… Perhaps he could just list out the pitch, the notes, maybe the specific riffs to the bass that carried the harmony.

An arm brushes against his. A sandal comes close to stepping on his black loafers. Hair slashes across his back. An empty plastic cup tips and touches against his chest.

He really needs to stop closing his eyes, these sensations were becoming more intense without his vision and it was making him shudder when he isn’t even feeling cold.

While pursing his thin lips, the brunette tilts his head down and cracks both of his eyes open, looking straight at his feet. There’s about a two step radius that he could shuffle around in. (Disregarding the shoulders that nudged past that small border.) He made sure to straighten his body like a rod, taking less space to give himself, and others, more room.

It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the music. The music is loud, this room is big. It’s alright, Narry, just listen to the echo of the music. If the music echoes, then the room is spacious; it’s big.

“Oh my goood, have you heard what Juliet just did to her new boyfrieend?~” A random girl slurred out, her eyes hazy as she pressed herself closer to her other female companion, trying to be more audible in the crowd.

Narry blinks, his brows furrowing. Music, Narry, music. “You know how to dance, huh?” A man with a buzz-cut hair chuckled as he swayed along with a some blonde woman. The duo was too close for his liking; it’s almost as if those words were directed to him.

“Hahaha! Yeaaah!” The other squeaked, her face flushed and hair a mess from all the grooving, “I was in the dance team when I was in high school!” She grinned suddenly throwing her hands up, ultimately hitting against Narry’s arm without her knowledge.

Narry writhed as he began to inch away from them. He steps out of the center of his small safe space, and it led him into bumping against another stranger. And like a game of Pong, he bumped into another as he apologized. Where’s the music? Narry’s eyes whirled around, looking for safety. Why can’t I hear it?! Where is it?!

…Screw the music. Screw the size of the room. It’s too cramped here— WHY is he here?

“Narry!” The man jumped — not out of fear, but more in relief.

Music. He’s hearing the music.

“Narry! Oh god, what are you doing here?!” Narry’s lover pushed through the wall of people, concern driven all over their face. Before Narry could even reply, they were already taking action. “Common, let’s get you out of here!” They yelled over the crowd.

The yellow eyed man kept himself close behind them. He’s usually much more… organized than this. Thankfully enough, he felt all of the tension release as he stumbled slightly on random rubbish that’s been tossed on the hard tiles of the club. He’s usually much more autonomous than this. When finally reached the door — he forgot there was one (he’s usually a lot more aware than this) — he pries his eyes away from the textured ground and then up at the moon, the stars, his lover. Suddenly, his head was clear.

“Gosh…” Narry groaned, lowering his head into his hands, “I’m usually a lot more… normal than this.” He shuddered, his shoulders sinking slightly.

“Narry, you are being normal.” His hands are stuffy. Music. Listen for the music. “You’re just overstimulated, alright?” he looks up from his hands. He hears the echo of their voice. It’s spacious; the world is big. “Don’t bash yourself for that.” They smiled, clearly hazy from the fun he probably just pulled them away from, but they seemed clear in the head enough to mean what they’re saying.

Once he nodded, the other sighed, running a hand through their hair as they looked down the empty sidewalk and streets before glancing back. “Why are you here, Narry? I thought you said you’ll just stay at home for tonight,” they frowned slightly with concern.

Why? Why… Narry was quiet for a moment, the most knowledgeable being in the world seemingly forgotten. “Oh— uh…” his hands naturally ran down to touch his pocket, feeling the contour of his cellular device. Right. “I wanted to pick you up,” he mumbled, “You texted me a while ago, saying that your friends left earlier while you guys were at the pub, and I didn’t want you to go back with an Uber — and by yourself. I came — brought the car — and thought I could find you easily if I go inside myself instead of waiting. And—“ he paused, “I got stuck.”

His lover chuckled, before they reached down and took his gloved hands into theirs. “That’s really thoughtful of you, Narry… thank you.” They gave him a closed eyed smile, and Narry couldn’t help but reciprocate, albeit a bit shy because of the earlier predicament.

“Are you good for a hug?” They widened their arms for him, and Narry paused.

Of course he couldn’t say “no”. And with a small hum of encouragement, he bent himself down and enveloped themselves into each other’s warmth.

The hug was tight; it gave him no space to move, and the entirety of the hug were just sensations he wouldn’t usually agree to. And yet… he didn’t mind it.

Narry has a fear towards crowded places, but his only exception only ever seemed to be their comfort.

===

Next—>

[pencilofawesomeness]

Erza gripped the scepter hard enough to make her metal gloves creak. However, neither the hum of the magestone nor the act of using her strength to the fullest could placate her, and neither could it solve this matter.

“Jellal,” she said—slowly, carefully. Erza was positioned between him and the mirror, and she trusted her reflexes, but she still couldn’t help but to doubt her ability to stop him from escaping. Or, rather, from throwing his life away. “Let’s talk this through.”

Jellal chuckled dryly, without mirth. The bags under his eyes appeared darker in the light of the dorm courtyard. “There’s nothing to talk about. We both know that the Arcane Response Unit won’t be persuaded. I’m going.”

“The Headmage is speaking to them now. This is all just a misunderstanding. We’ll work this out.”

Erza absolutely hated not being able to do more. Her respect for the ARU and the role they played in this world absolutely did not diminish that this whole situation was bullshit and Jellal was being wrongly scapegoated. It was unjust and plain wrong. If Erza thought that marching up to the captain (a second time) and demanding this bogus investigation to be dropped would work, then she would have done it in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, even she knew that this could not be solved with violence—or with caving in. They had to stand their ground and play this right, and that meant keeping her dorm here while the Headmage worked her wits and magic. 

Surely, everyone else would see the reason she clearly saw—even when Jellal himself doubted it. 

Jellal was only eight when he came to the Queendom of Roses. Only eight when they met. He was a shy and awkward child, and he refused to talk about where he came from. That was alright though, because even Erza knew that it was sad. That was why he had been sent to Grandpa Rob. Erza had just been thrilled for another fae child to join Rob’s home for orphans, because it had meant that there was at least one other kid she could play with without fearing their fragility. 

He was her best friend, and he was a good man. Erza wouldn’t have made him her vice housewarden otherwise. Jellal helped people and he was kind and he was careful and conscious of those around him, and he sought peace and balance above all else. And people seriously thought Jellal, as a child no less, was somehow responsible for an attempt to overthrow the Kingdom of Heroes’ royal family. It was utterly absurd. 

It was even more absurd that Jellal was willing to accept it. 

“Erza, I have to go. I— I did do those things. I can’t continue to ignore it.”

He might have succeeded in making that declaration cold, but the crack in his voice belied his fear. Erza’s determination settled. She swore to protect the people of Heartslaybul, and to lead them down a victorious path. She would even protect them from themselves. 

“I am the Queen here,” she declared, throat tight. “My word is law. And I say you stay.”

Jellal shifted into a ready position—to fight, to flee. The movement alone cut her to her core. “Erza, I’m not who you think I am. I’m not worth it.”

Her heart cracked. She wondered if the Queen of Hearts ever felt this pain, her desire to protect her people a visceral and painful thing. Maybe that was why she sometimes appeared so violent in history—because she, too, swore to protect her loved ones from anything. 

The past few weeks she had had to watch Jellal suffer under this weight. She watched him try to convince her that he wasn’t who she knew he was. It hurt to even consider. It hurt worse that he thought so little of himself, and little of her for not believing that she would trust him. 

Erza would not be easily swayed. Not even by him. She reached into her Inventory and she grabbed a long, weighty lance. 

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Jellal lunged. His magic mastery was always an impressive thing, and he could boost his very movement. However, her reflexes were not to be trifled with either—and, she had planned for this. She knew him well, after all. 

“Now!” she shouted, and a flurry happened all at once. 

Erza employed Jellal’s own trick, hastening herself to meet his path and bodily block him with her lance. Behind her, several magic barriers were erected around the mirror, and Erza quickly added her own, for good measure. 

A vine wrapped around Jellal’s ankle, yanking him backwards and straight into Elfman’s bear-hold. 

The plan quickly fell apart though. With a potent burst of magic, Jellal ripped himself out of the hold. He levitated Elfman with ease and tossed him straight into Droy. 

“JELLAL!” 

Mirajane appeared in a fury, floating above him. Erza spotted the flash of guilt across his features right as the junior batted him downward with ice magic. 

“Stand down,” Erza ordered, a little desperate. 

But Jellal had his own share of determination, evident in the sweat gleaming on his too-pale face. “Don’t fight me on this.”

“Too late, man.” Jet, the only one arguably faster than Jellal thanks to his Unique Magic, swept Jellal off his feet right as he tried to get up. 

Mirajane met her eyes, and reluctantly, Erza nodded. 

“Soulbinder,” Mirajane chanted, and in seconds her UM manifested around Jellal, the dark tendrils physically rooting him to the ground and eating at his magic. It was a violent restraint, but it worked. Erza knew that any less Jellal would fight through. Not that he wasn’t making an attempt now. 

“Please,” she practically begged. “Don’t throw yourself away.”

Jellal tugged at the spell, a heaving breath making his exhaustion known. “You think I want to?” he whispered. 

In the silence that followed, the soft admission might as well have been a shout. 

“Do you think I want to go? To admit that any of that stuff happened? To— to accept the role I played?”

Erza swallowed. There was something dangerously shaky about his countenance. The strain in his voice was brittle, and her instincts whispered that something was about to snap. The air grew thick with that anticipation. “Jellal…”

“NO!” His shout was raw and hoarse, full of tears and anger and everything, that it startled Erza into silence. 

“I never wanted this! But I can’t change what happened. No amount of hoping and pretending will ever change it!”

The atmosphere shook. An ugly sort of magic began to fill the air. Erza realized it too late, when Jellal’s tears mixed with his sweat and turned black.

“It will never change that I was her pawn!”

[holdingontodust]

Harvest

[ridiasfangirlings]

I kinda love the idea of the S4 alphabet squad playing D&D or something like it with Munakata as their GM. Fushimi being forced to play but then getting really into it is also cute to me!

Imagine this starts as just the alphabet squad and then Munakata finds out and Fushimi just gets dragged in against his will because Munakata doesn't want him to feel left out. Like I can totally see Enomoto being something of a fan of role playing games and maybe he and Fuse convince Hidaka and Gotou to come have a game night with them. They end up having a good time, Doumyouji finds out and quickly joins up. After a few more sessions he brings Kamo along (someone needs to make the snacks) and eventually even Akiyama and Benzai get pulled into it. With the whole group it's too crowded in Enomoto's room so they have to find a new space, deciding to just set up their next game on like a weekend in the common area. They know it's risky, there's the chance that a certain person might catch them, but they think it's worth a try – and then of course Munakata somehow senses people are bonding without him and shows up wondering what fascinating game they are playing.

Enomoto hesitantly explains the whole thing to Munakata, who listens intently and asks many pertinent questions and it's actually weirding Enomoto out a little because he's probably used to people tuning him out when he talks about his hobbies. Imagine Munakata not so much asking to join as hinting very obviously that he would like to be invited and finally Enomoto can't handle this anymore and asks if Munakata wants to try a game. The good side is they quickly figure out that Munakata's favorite role is being GM which as it happens the squad had been trading off because none of them really wanted to do it. He does a decent job for a newbie and the squad breathe a sigh of relief, until Munakata happily notes he will be seeing them next week to play again.

A week later they're all summoned to the common room and there's Munakata with a very grumpy Fushimi at his side, ready to start a new game. Imagine Munakata's so excited too, he spent all week refining his scenario. Fushimi clicks his tongue and grumbles about being dragged into this, like why does he have to participate in this at all. Munakata thinks this will be a splendid bonding experience and he wanted Fushimi-kun to enjoy it too, Fushimi is absolutely not planning to enjoy anything thanks. Enomoto gets to help Fushimi make a character sheet and Fushimi lets him do half the work because Fushimi isn't intending to play seriously at all. The squad all brace themselves, certain that Captain's scenario is going to be super complex and this is going to be a miserable experience.

Except as it turns out Munakata is a great GM, his scenario is clever and he keeps the game moving and soon the squad are actually having a great time. Fushimi of course keeps trying to do as little as possible but imagine he starts to get drawn into it, I imagine him going from half-assing everything to being unexpectedly transfixed by it. The squad can tell even Fushimi's enjoying himself and imagine them all smiling a little at each other, I bet Akiyama and Hidaka in particular are happy that Fushimi is finally enjoying doing something with all of them. After this the games become a regular thing and Munakata is just so pleased, like at last they are all bonding in the manner of his dreams.

[muttsterion]

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Ha a cursed feast fit for a starving zombie. Thank you!

Great can't help but think of Zombie Kenny having such a ghoulish feast while his ghost(if Kenny's corpse and spirit are separate) has no choice but to look on in horror. Or an alternate Pink Eye/another zombie scenario with his friends having to try to appease their zombified friend in an attempt to avoid being eaten themselves. XD

[victorluvsalice]

Love Me Dead by Ludo - Topic

It's another Valice (r) Calendar Date, and that means you get a Song Sunday to go along with your Song Saturday! Featuring, as per my trawl of old LiveJournal (ported to Dreamwidth) posts from 2008 (the year I started shipping Valice), the very first song I could see referred to by name as reminding me of the couple -- Ludo's "Love Me Dead!"

...admittedly, this was back when I was first getting into American McGee's Alice and was still thinking of her as the "edgy" Alice (which I guess she is a BIT, just not as much as you might think), AND I was just amused by associating Victor with any song where part of the chorus was "love me dead," because, you know... XD I'm not sure how great a fit it is these days, but I do still like the song, and I'd argue there is SOME Valicey elements -- if only because the song including multiple references to how the girl is kinda horrible but the singer loves her anyway could fit pretty well with Victor acknowledging all of Alice's own rough edges but then declaring that he loves them and her. "You're awful -- I love you," as seen on the preview image. XD Hell of a blast from the past, but I still hope you enjoy! :)

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Requested by GracielleGrace

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Characters: Hank and Connor Prompt: "I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's YOUR side."

>>ACCESSING MEMORY LOG

>11/26/2038

>16:32:58

“Oh, what now?”

“It would appear the elevator is stuck.”

“Yeah, no sh—“

>>PROFANITY LIMIT REACHED. INITIATING HANK ANDERSON PROFANITY FILTER v1.02

“Yeah, no sheep, Sherlock. Fudge.”

“Not to worry, Lieutenant. I'll call for assistance now.”

“Oh, you'll call for assistance. Great. All my problems are solved.”

>>CONTACTING NEAREST MAINTENANCE ANDROID

>>SENDING LOCATION

>>CONFIRMATION RECEIVED

“It's most likely a simple electrical failure. The maintenance android should have us out in ten minutes.”

“Oh, Santa Claus, another android, just what we need. Well, as long as this one doesn't leave us both for dead.”

“I feel I should apologize again for chasing the deviant instead of coming to your assistance, Lieutenant. It wasn't that I was unconcerned for your safety. My calculations indicated the chance of your survival was approximately 89%, and so it seemed to me—”

“To heck with you and your flipping calculations! You're full of sheep and you know it. All you care about is your stupid flipping mission, you—oh, why am I even talking to you? It's like arguing with my flipping refrigerator.”

“I understand your anger, and I sincerely apologize for my actions. I will prioritize your safety in future.”

“Bull. Sheep. I ain't buying any of that sugar-coated crap. You're just saying that to get on my good side. Where the heck is that android?”

>>CONSULTING...

“ETA 7 minutes.”

“Santa, this is the longest ten minutes of my life.”

“Studies have shown that time appears to pass more slowly when you are agitated. Perhaps it would be best if we shook hands and started on a fresh—“

“No. I'm still mad at you. A broken elevator won't change that. Get away from me. That's your side.”

“My apologies.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Okay, how much time now?”

“Six minutes.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.”

“Lieutenant, I....”

“What now?”

“Never mind. I have no desire to aggravate you further.”

“Oh, just spit it out already. Not like I've got anything better to do.”

“I...merely wish to say that I am trying.”

“Right. Whatever.”

“You're right to say that I'm a machine. I'm not a human like you. I'm sure that, were you in my position, your feelings, your emotions, would lead you to make the right decision. However...I don't have emotions. I can only simulate them. There are certain scripts and protocols I am programmed with that allow me to approximate human behavior. But you're right. At the end of the day, I am nothing but 1's and 0's.”

“Hmph. Yeah. That's the difference between me and you.”

“No. The difference between us is that I am trying to bridge the gap, and you are not.”

“Screw you.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Look. It's just...aw, heck.”

“I believe now it's my turn to say 'spit it out.'”

“Yeah, yeah. Look...we're supposed to be partners. For better or for flipping worse. And when your partner is hanging onto a roof by one flipping hand, you forget about whatever perp you're chasing and go make sure your partner doesn't flipping fall to his death, okay?”

“I understand.”

“No you don't. You just told me you don't have emotions, so how could you? But maybe you could at least simulate a minimum amount of concern for your flipping partner, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now tell that android to hurry up so we can get out of here and I can stop looking at your stupid face.”

[narudoodles]

Guys, just out of morbid curiosity, what's the verdict on sending a picture of a penis back if you receive an unsolicited dick pic in ur DMs? 👀

I'm hoping there will be an interesting reaction lol, I'll just casually send one back with a message like, "Oh u like them so much? Here, I'm sending you a couple more in return, have fun! 🥰"

I think it's gonna be hilarious

[accelerandy15]

"That's kind of cute, Koichiro." - Someya Yujiro

Someya Bros because they were the stars of yesterday's ep💙

[lifewithcake]

Sch Tip: Soil in Dungeons (L78+)

At Level 78, Sacred Soil gets a very powerful upgrade: a regen! The total cure potency of this regen is 600, making it a stronger heal than Indomitability and equal to Lustrate. Paired with its 10% mitigation, Soil becomes one of your best Aetherflow uses.

In dungeons, you should use Soil every pull. Its 30s CD means you can use it at least once every pull and twice on longer pulls. I always throw it down as soon as the tank stops running.

Starting from L78, Scholar's Aetherflow use in dungeons will pretty much bounce between Excog and Soil. Between these two, use Lustrate to manage the tank's HP if needed and dump Aetherflow on Energy Drain if not.

[dcwnrisen-aa]

i really love lumine so much.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Shinigami 🌡️ Sprite Edits

So can Death Gods catch a cold?

They can because "I" say so 😈🌡️

Yuma

NDA

Makoto

Peacekeepers

With a confused and concerned Yuma in the middle of an investigation. It doesn't take a detective to know something's wrong with her 😵‍💫

Too bad Yuma can't tell since she's a ghost and they cannot touch each other.

(Pt. 1 to something else I'm making later XD)

[ridiasfangirlings]

School AU where Yata and Fushimi + Yata's "friends are doing a group project. They're not close to Fushimi and Fushimi is pretty smart so they dumped all of the work on him (Fushimi doesn't like them and thinks he can do it better alone so he just does it). Seeing how much work Fushimi is doing for the entire group made Yata guilty and wanted to help. They didn't get along at first but became friends after a while. (Yata also confesses to the teacher what happened making him lose his friends)

Maybe AU where Yata still has the 'Yata Team' guys and doesn't know that they really talk bad about him behind his back. Like say his class is doing a group project and they get to pick their groups. Of course Yata immediately grabs the Yata Team all 'we're totally gonna be the best group' and the guys are all rolling their eyes at him wondering how they can just pin all this on Yata and get out of having to do the work. However once everyone's chosen a group there's still a person left over, naturally Fushimi as the quietest kid in the class hasn't even bothered trying to find a group. Fushimi says he'll just do the project by himself but the teacher won't let him, instead he's made to join Yata's team since they have less members than some of the other groups. Yata smiles brightly at Fushimi and welcomes him to the group, Fushimi just looks away and clicks his tongue while the other guys are like great we have to work with this gloomy guy.

They're given a topic for the project and Yata wants to like start assigning roles, one of the Yata Team is like you know I have extracurriculars and after-school exam prep that you don't so I can't take on any of the difficult stuff. The other Yata Team members add their objections and imagine Yata getting annoyed like hey I can't do everything myself, we're a team aren't we. Fushimi breaks in with this cold laugh as he's like oh I see, you're all just dumping off the work on someone else because you're too stupid to handle it. This gets all the Yata Team members mad at him while Yata himself feels like he's lost control here somehow (but also he's surprised, because he didn't think quiet studious-looking Fushimi had such a mouth on him). One of the Yata Team members is like well Fushimi-kun, everyone knows you go right home after school and you skip classes all the time so you should have plenty of time to do all of our parts yourself, if you're so smart. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says yeah, he can do all of them – not because he's being manipulated into this but rather 'I don't want my grade hanging on the work of idiots,' at least if Fushimi does it all himself it will be done right. The group disbands with Yata still looking upset and glancing between his friends and Fushimi, the Yata Team are like you better make sure we get a good grade on this while Fushimi just clicks his tongue again and goes back to his work.

Since it's a class project they do some of the work during class but it's intended that some will be done after school, imagine during class time Yata's still feeling really awkward and kinda guilty because all the Yata Team will just be sitting there talking amongst themselves while Fushimi's in the corner alone doing all the work. Yata tries to get the other guys to help but they're like 'if you want to work so much go ask Fushimi, don't bother us about it.' Yata's crestfallen because he thought this would be something they could all do together and besides, he feels kinda guilty making Fushimi do all the work. After school he runs up to Fushimi and offers to go to Fushimi's place to work on the project together. Fushimi rebuffs him like why would I want to work with the biggest idiot of them all and Yata's like hey wait a sec before stopping himself and saying Fushimi shouldn't have to do this alone. He adds that maybe they could go to his place instead and say that's what gets Fushimi to agree (because Niki is at his house and otherwise he was going to have to bring the project with him to an internet cafe, he tells himself this way at least he can leave everything with Yata and not have to worry about that guy ruining all his hard work).

They get to Yata's place and at first Fushimi doesn't really want to talk much to Yata at all but then imagine him slowly opening up, Yata sees all the work Fushimi's done already and he's immediately like 'Wow, Fushimi, you're amazing!' with his eyes all shining and of course Fushimi's never had that before. Yata's all casually friendly too, bringing Fushimi drinks and listening to everything Fushimi says with wide eyes. After this they continue to meet at Yata's place every day after school, Fushimi telling himself that this is just to keep from dealing with Niki (and he stays at Yata's as late as he can, when Yata asks if his parents mind Fushimi just says 'it's fine' and doesn't tell Yata that he isn't going home anyway), but he's also slowly getting pulled into Yata's orbit. At some point I imagine him just saying point blank to Yata that the Yata Team are just using him, like 'you know those guys don't even like you, right?'. This gets Yata upset and makes things tense between them but then imagine the next day at school during project time the Yata Team start badmouthing Fushimi and Yata ends up blowing up at them, he doesn't care if they make fun of him but they need to stop saying bad things about Saruhiko who's been doing all of the project work while they stand around doing nothing, they're not even half as amazing as Fushimi is.

The room is completely silent after that and Yata gets all embarrassed, this is when the teacher walks over and asks if what Yata said about doing the work is true. The Yata Team try to deny it but Fushimi speaks up quietly from behind them and shows the teacher all the worksheets and stuff they've made, which only have his and Yata's handwriting on it. This leads to the teacher making the Yata Team be their own separate group who have to start their project from scratch, the Yata Team are pissed and tell Yata he can't sit with them anymore. Yata goes back over to Fushimi, feeling kinda crestfallen but also still upset because of what they said about Fushimi. Fushimi gives this quiet '100 points,' Yata's like 'what?' and Fushimi says they should get back to work, they can probably get this finished at Yata's place after school and then go to the arcade. Yata brightens up and is like yeah great idea, suddenly feeling like trading the Yata Team for Fushimi was really an upgrade anyway.