#EVEN THEIR FUCKING POSES R MATCHING

[daemon-in-my-head]

Oh right. I forgot. PSA:

The netherese language uses the draconic script. Human Bhaal was from Netheril. Also funny bit about the old netherese people, 'dark-haired and fair-skinned'. Also at some point his body started rotting away or smth, so lots of exposed flesh, blood, you catch my drift (hence why he now so... 'unique' and why durge has that red colour in-between his scales)

White Dragons are the most feral out of all chromatic Dragons. They're also known for abandoning their kiddos and their alignment is commonly chaotic evil. Really petty too btw. And ironically, they have a great memory.

Dragonborn put their clan above all else. They don't really exist as an individual, their mindset is more 'anything for the family' (now including murder and cannibalism).

Dear Lord of Murder, I see what you did there. Creative. Beautiful. No Notes. I'm deceased.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

hiki and geki matching post

hiki and geki matching post

[luzisahomosexual]

SBG FASTPASS SPOILERS⬇️

‘Dissecting’ this picture bc it gives me life.

I love everything about this photo.

The matching bracelets, the positions they each sleep in…EVERYTHING.

Logan ~ Logan is doing his usual curl up in a ball pose, which is ofc adorable. He’s also in the corner, almost forming a wall around the ones that need the most care atm (Aiden, Ash & Tyler)

Ben ~ Ben is holding the whole group together. He’s got his arms around them all, protecting them all from anything and everything. He would do anything for them. He has his arm around Taylor and is possibly??? looking down at her, YAY BENLOR🤭 he’s also got an arm on Logan’s back, putting his arms around the whole group

Taylor ~ Taylor is leaning her head on Bens shoulder, again YEY BENLOR🤭 Tyler is lying on her lap, which I personally find absolutely fucking adorable. It’s almost like their whole childhood, they looked out for eachother but Tyler was more the protector, pushing his fears back in order to be able to comfort Taylor and be there for her, whereas now it’s almost like Taylor is pushing her fears back so that she can be there for Tyler when he needs her, he is the one being comforted for once.

Tyler ~ Tyler seems still slightly agitated wich makes sense everything considered, but he DEFINITELY needs this hug thingy (wtva u wanna call it) he’s been through so much and has always felt the need to be the person taking care of everyone else. If this happened earlier in the webcomic, Tyler would 1000% be anoyed, lying as far to the side and away from everyone as he could. He would probably be on the edge and have his back to everyone, ik he’s technically still on the edge now but he’s also not. He’s proper IN the snuggle sesh yk? Idk how else to explain it-😭🤚

Aiden ~ I love EVERYTHING about the way he’s lying. He’s on bens lap, we need more of their cousin bond😤 But he’s also protecting ASHLYN in every possible way. He’s almost suffocating her…he has his head behind hers, one arm lying across her and the other on her lap AND he’s almost acting like a caccoon (idk how to spell that word mb) the way he’s surrounding her. Also THE HAND HES GOT LYING ACROSS ASHLYNS LAP IS ALSO HOLDING TYLER??!?! this is such an adorable detail I havnt seen anyone point out😭 Aiden and Tyler have probably had the hardest time trying to get along out of everyone in the group. They are practically opposites, Aiden constantly makes jokes and laughs as a way to hide his saddness and pain, he acts almost childish, like he’s searching for the childhood he never had…where as Tyler is always serious and stubborn, he hides his pain through anger and pushes it far below, instead focusing on those who need him because he’s to afraid to face his own worries. They all bonded over the trauma they shared being in the phantom world but it’s almost like Tyler & Aiden bonded deeper due to their experiences with death. They both know what it felt like to die, the difference is that Tyler was only worried about Taylor & his mum, thinking of what would happen if he wasn’t there for them, not wanting to leave them like their dad had. Where as Aiden was almost ready to die, he’s always thought about what it would feel like so he kind of just let it happen, however when he then woke up and realised how worried Ashlyn was, all that want for death dissipated because he didn’t want Ashlyn to ever be that afraid again.

Think I went on a random nonsense rant for a while there…my bad…ANYWAY LAST BUT NOT LEASTTTTTT

Ashlyn ~ Ash is in the centre of them all. She’s being surrounded and protected by her friends. Also, she has a thing for people being to close to her but she isn’t even looking uncomfortable. I don’t have a lot to say anymore tbh cos I tired myself out w that mini rant💀 but one last thing I will point out is, SHE HAS HER LEGS OVER AIDENS. IDK I JUST FIND THAT SO ADORABLE. LOOK AT THEM. THEY R EVERYTHING.

[maxislvt]

Hear me out Alpha!Possessive!Natasha with omega!reader who is as equally as possessive but natty doesn't know and reader is pregnant with nat's pups. One day at stark's party Bruce flirts with Nat and r sees everything so she basically walks with her 7 months bump to her mate's side and r starts growling at Bruce + scenting marking natty, Natasha is surprised at this but also smug about it, after the party reader is marking Natasha up and she says:

"You're my alpha only mine as i am your only omega, if I ever see him flirting with you again I'm gonna kill him and you're allowed to kill any alpha who tries to do anything with me."

They're just a couple to not mess with 🤚😩

oh god I'm going feral right now I swear to god!!!

I see Nat as the more calculated one when it comes to murder. Mostly because you're too emotional and pregnant to actually think before acting on whoever your target is but also because Nat really wants her targets to suffer when it comes to the ones that make you or her jealous

Nat will reclaim you just because she loves the bright red mark her teeth leave behind when she bites your neck. When that no longer satisfies her jealousy, she starts carving her name and other stuff onto your body.

Most crimes are committed as a duo because both of you get incredibly horny watching the other kill for you. It's so bad that you two end up fucking on a victim's bed and using their bathroom to shower at least 5 times before you even start the second trimester.

Though alphas traditionally do more scenting than omegas, Natasha refuses to go anywhere (be it a mission or a store) without having your scent on her because she'll absolutely flip if anyone even thinks about approaching her in an attempt to take your place as her wonderful omega

The two of you have a bit of an argument during your 3rd trimester because Natasha wants to keep you cooped up in the house while she's off doing all the jealousy murders and you can't stand it. Rather than reach a real solution, it's a screaming match that evolves into Nat fucking you until you're literally too tired to speak

Fun thought: Natasha actually being a lot darker than you and eventually forcing you to quit the avengers and become a stay at home omega against your will. She poses it as wanting to keep you safe before you give birth but eventually she just keeps you locked in the house. She goes to work, takes your kids to school, and gets all the groceries and you raise the kids, make food, and spread your legs whenever your alpha needs you too.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, am really really interested to read your thoughts on Seven!

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Ask 2: Hey bpp, can i be honest?? Ive been checked out of the fandom but still keep track of any music releases. So i didnt know abt any rumors abt 7. Imagine me being kind of disappointed that it’s another english song from jk when i watched the mv😅 it feels like his most promoted songs since last year has been all eng song… idk i wanted & expted something diff… i didnt like l&r, dreamers and now 7… it’s back to back lol. Tbf i didnt like My You too and thats in korean. At least not enough to listen!again after the first listen.

Im happy that still with you is finally on spotify tho. I’ll still be waiting excited for his album whenever it comes out. Hopefully ill find something i like in it!!

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[BPP Note: Both asks above were sent before my "I don't like it..." post. The asks posted below were sent afterwards.]

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Ask 3:

Same here

All the hype didn't matched with the song

1. rest members songs had so much depth and substance to it while this was the cliche boy chasing a girl song. Like we always dont need deep songs but the quality could be so much better. This was like just another pop song.

I think I'll put this on same level as BAD DECISIONS. But for bad decisions, atleast the chorus was staying on my mind while for this nothing was catchy enough for us to humm. Just because it's JK it will get hype but otherwise it's so generic. I think I liked LEFT and RIGHT way better than Seven. Even the rap portion felt so unnecessary and boring.

2. MV was kinda nice because of the production but concept was too shallow, the stalking and chasing was so outdated. In my country we have like 9293928843837 MVs in this same concept that not many make the same theme songs again.

3. The choreography. We haven't seen the full version. But for tiktok they do the highlight portions if that's so mediocre idk how rest will be. It was again giving the same mediocre showing off choreography and for me backdancers ruined it with their awkward moves.

4. they wanted this song to be played everywhere around the world. But there was nothing catchy enough to attract gp or go viral on tiktok, even if we sped it up. The only way to make everyone listen is to shove it down their throat but doing payola. But idk if investing in payola is worthy for the song. I also doubt the longietivity, as for me it was boring after 2 listens. I'll rather listen Like Crazy or wildflower or closer 20 times than listening this once.

5. I HOPE he'll bring something fresh to the table for his album and don't involve this mediocre producers who uses the same formula and same superstar persona to make a song successful. He is so much talented to sing a song which is so rich in melody and lyrics. And he can produce way better songs by himself.

Prolly a 4/10 for me

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Ask 4: troye sivan's rush (which also came out last night) is exactly what I wish Seven was. I don't mean that in a 'I expect the things JK to make to be gay' way just in the way it's a fun, very danceable, sexy summer song that doesn't pull its punches. Something about seven feels too run through a commercial sanitizer a few times, even with the explicit lyrics.

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Hi Anon(s),

Jungkook likes to fuck.

Rather, Andrew Watt likes to fuck and thinks Jungkook can relate.

JK has been talking about wanting to show more mature and explicit sides of himself for a good long while now. So I’m glad he’s finally gotten to do that, confirming for us why he keeps getting noise complaints from his neighbours since the mattresses all over his apartment don't help.

BTS has made songs explicitly referring to sex before (though it's been mostly the rapline doing so). So it's nothing new but I guess it's cool JK gets to share with us that he too has sex.

The question I posed to my friends immediately after watching the MV is, “Do you know who's been doing A&R for BigHit since 2020? I really need to know who is doing A&R for BigHit in America because they’ve been doing an appalling job lately. I'm starting to wonder if it's an inside job cause this song is kinda ass.”

That was me ~11 hours ago.

I didn’t like the song.

I’ve streamed Seven about 20 times since then I think, took a break from the song for a few hours, watched his GMA performance, caught a few minutes of the Wlive, then listened to it again just before writing this post and…

I still don’t like it.

Jungkook did a good job on the song, Latto's verse wasn't terrible, and while the song itself isn’t bad… the song isn’t good either.

It’s painfully, and at this point it’s a pattern so I have to add, predictably, mediocre.

Reserving judgement for the album, but Anons, I agree with you for the most part. The suits at BigHit are trying but they are woefully out of touch with the reasons BTS blew up in the West in the first place. I don't even feel like spending any energy doing a review or even trying to explain what I mean. So I'll just ramble on for a bit but try to keep it brief.

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I have to give BigHit some credit because I can see what they're going for here. Andrew Watt is a very celebrated producer in the US, he won the Grammy award for Producer of the Year in 2021, he's got A listers in his portfolio. So, he's not a cheap name to book and I can see why the suits at BigHit thought he's the genius to gift them a song clinically designed for American radio.

But that pandejo phoned it in. There isn't a lick of creativity to be found anywhere in all 3 minutes and five seconds.

It reminds me of VIBE by Jimin and Taeyang, as the closest analog to the vague dissatisfaction morphing into annoyance and then pragmatic rationalization I experienced in that same sequence when listening to it the first few times.

The song is disappointing because we've all heard it before. Too many times, and we're bored of it. We've heard JK sing this sort of song for years, as covers mostly. So on one hand, while I guess it's nice JK gets to have an American summer JB-reject pop tune of his own, it's not good enough to be the track that introduces him to the world as a solo artist.

It's fine for any white, blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob that can ride on a pretty face and implicit bias to rack up accolades, it's not good enough for Jungkook.

And BigHit needs to start using whatever leverage a US$10.6 billion market capitalization buys you in Hollywood, to insist for songs that are at least as good as the songs made by BTS members and produced by their in-house team. It's a waste of money and everybody's time to fly a battalion to LA just to record 2014's summer hit in 2023.

In my opinion.

Still With You > Stay Alive > My Time > Stay > Left & Right > My You > Dreamers > Seven

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All that said, I can't ignore JK has a taste for songs like this, and it's not his fault the song is shit (he didn't write, compose or produce it), so technically he shouldn't be punished for it. And the song is made for radio, while it's not my personal taste a lot of people really like the song (one of my friends likes Seven the most out of all the BTS releases so far), and it will catch on with some support. So, ARMY will support it including me, just to a lesser degree than I've done so far. Fingers crossed JJK1 has something solid on it.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

oooh modric?

L U K I T A

(i'm already both struggling with the concept of finding just one favorite photo of him, but at the same time i have a very classic go-to hahaha)

favorite thing about them: uh literally everything? if i was raising or helping to raise a boy, i would use luka as a positive role model for non-toxic masculinity. i just adore him in every way. he's not perfect, but he seems like such a good person who operates with intelligence and humility--at the same time he's tough and no pushover! i love his floofy hair and elf face combined with his Manly Voice and best abs in football (and 3rd nipple vibes hahaha...he has a birthmark on his Tits.). plus, his wife Vanja is the queen of wags and in the family photos they seem to be raising their kids to be normal kids--they're not always posed in instagram ready outfits and express their own senses of style instead of wearing cutesy matching outfits (looking at you rakitic family your kids are TOO OLD for that). his football is so sexy and exciting to watch. i will watch his rm highlights and it's just so!!! imagine a lukita & lamps midfield linkup!

also the #old #man #way he #UsesHashtags #😎

also also i like that he is older than i am...i feel like footballers are all 5 years old these days lol

least favorite thing about them: he plays for one of my least favorite teams :( so i never watch him play, lol. but at least rm (as far as i know) treats him decently as an Ancient Player

favorite line: omg...maybe when he cursed out a slovenian ref, "jebem ti mater slovensku u pičku" (def spelled that wrong) ORRR uh the classic when he wrote "I am fucked" in the comments of his ancient insta post

brotp: like...everyone he meets? luka and kova, luka and carli (tho luka ćorluka is def a valid OTP), luka and MARCELO...idk he just seems to bring joy and sunshine to everyone he meets. no wonder his mom called him "my sun" at one of his awards ceremonies.

notp: with messi

otp: i mean....i mean...

R A K I D R I Ć. my first otp of two footballers. it's everything. after all these years i think it still might be my favorite football ship. it gives lamperry in a sense (though lamperry also gives šejan...Interesting) the way Luka makes ivan feel so good and bright and happy and like he belongs (until it all went to shit.). i wish they could have been together somehow, even though vanja is the rare wag i 100% love lol.

(runnerup: modramos)

random headcanon: uhh...lukita is one of those guys who i think is pretty straight, but has some exceptions.

unpopular opinion: STOP CALLING HIM A FUCKING LESBIAN/DYKE i will literally. what the fuck. it ain't cute and saying a man isn't a man bc he has qualities you like? or somehow associate with femininity? is...don't contribute to the problem guys. thank god i haven't seen much of this recently but like...gurguhg it gets my blood Boiling

song i associate with them: ok this is weird...but the only song that makes me think of lukita is "sin pijama" by becky g/natti natasha, and this is only because dejan had an insta video where he's driving to see luka and singing that song into the camera...apparently he wants to see luka in his bedroom without pajamas? modren agenda

favorite picture of them: actually. i'm going into my Archives and posting two random ones

feat. ms VANJA BOSNIĆ herself

[ravenadottir]

Based on looks alone, how would you rank the season 4 love interests as someone who has never play it?

oh i actually love this!!

'cause i don't even know, for instance, which girls besides angie and najuma are li's, so if you allow me, i'll just rate everybody lol

i think i'm just gonna do it alphabetically to make it easier.

angie. hot, cute, great tattoos. she reminds me of the hot girls i wished were li's on the 'choices' app. also i like her pose but she gets a boot for the hair. it's not great, i don't care for it. 9/10

bruno. this might be the biggest meh for me... hate the hair, HATE IT. what happened?? what went wrong? why did they make his face match the size of his neck? the face is not as generic looking, but it's not great either. the outfits are... gutted. oh my god, they're bad! solid 5/10.

cora. SUPER CUTE. i love the buzz cut, the hair color, her face is just absolutely adorable, cute style. she's hopefully an li?? 'cause if she wasn't y'all were robbed. a boot for the star on the hair (i don't really like buzz shapes on hair). 9/10.

dylan. rotted. gutted. beast. down the drain. most generic looking bitch in this entire cast, BUT IN A BAD WAY. weird ass legs for an athlete, awful face, looks like the type who says "you're just a lesbian because you hadn't had good dick". MANSPLAINING KING. HATE THAT FACE specifically, what a waste of torso design. and i HATE that smirk. gross. solid -3/10. i can't stress this enough, I HATE HIS DESIGN SO MUCH. all of it.

hazeem. HOT!!!!! so fucking handsome, hello??? and i know he's not an li and that was a d-i-s-s-e-r-v-i-c-e. mustache could've been trimmed on the sides but i still think he's hella attractive. i don't mind body hair, and his looks actually good. a boot for the mustache but he was gonna be a 11/10, so 10/10.

james. cute, handsome, good body, but he doesn't make my panties twist you know? i think it's because he looks kinda boring. granted i've never seen any scenes featuring him, so i might be wrong, but he just looks like he would recite poetry and talk about books on the first date. i hate that, it's so tedious. but i love guys with long hair, no matter what texture it is and the bun does it for me. 9/10. hate the glasses and the shorts though.

juliet. NO. she reminds me of the mexican actresses that played villains on telenovelas when i was growing up. BIG SORAYA ENERGY, holy shit. love the eyes, but everything else... it's a no from me dog. hate the diaper she's wearing as a bikini bottom. don't like her, she's not cute. 3/10 and i'm being generous. she looks like she would say she's 40 and people would be like "you don't look 40" but lowkey she's supposed to be 40, you know?

kelly. quirky, cute, looks like would be fun to hang out, probably really flirty. the lip bite is the most they've ever done for a character on any of these ads and it looks good. 10/10.

kobi. great body, good face, but those trunks were a disservice. he looks like the type who would mansplain though, there's definitely an energy there. personally i don't think the "i'm a confident and dynamic guy" is attractive at all. some girls get wet by listening to them, i'm yawning, and he gives me that energy. 8/10.

lexi. i don't see what you guys are talking about. she looks fine but she's not out of this world. the body is ten times hotter with someone else's face. she looks like the lip injections went a bit too far. wouldn't give more than a 6/10.

najuma. SEE, NOW WE'RE TALKING. thicccc, gorgeous face, gorgeous body, gorgeous hair, amazing style. those eyes???? MA'AM, SPARE THAT HAND IN MARRIAGE. truthfully the hottest person in the entire cast and i haven't seen the others yet. 12/10.

oliver. YEP, HE DOES IT FOR ME. beautiful face, good body, hate the tattoos, he gets a boot for that, but he seems like the type of guy who talks to you all night and falls asleep on your lap after sharing stories and laughing about nothing. i love the vibe. he also strikes me as the type who can get a little shy. 11/10.

thabi. gorgeous face, cute style, cute hair, cute glasses, lovely energy. i personally think she's the type to like... laugh timidly about things and that's what i like. i just like how bashful and adorable she looks. she really does it for me too. 10/10.

tiffany. um... i don't know... something's off about them. i think it's the head? or the head-to-the-body position? something is definitely off. i do think she's cute though, and the body is a 10/10 for me. she gets a boot for the wonky design but she's gorgeous! 10/10.

tom. very meh. face is generic looking, and he has no lashes??? it's like they said "let's give him a strong jaw to make him look masculine" and it just looks... wrong. hate that hair, it's not the best let's be honest. the body just doesn't go with the face... the design is not designing, there's a disconnection for sure. i don't like it. also, not that it's bad, but he looks like he has a mommy kink, which added 2 points for him lol 5/10.

valentina. see now that's a bombshell! holy shit. great pose, hot. hair on point, face? amazing. love this one but she gets a boot for the tattoo. also, she does look like a dom/top and that energy makes anyone look ten times hotter, and she's already there. 10/10.

will. my-whole-damn-type! oh my god, long hair on guys is a different level. the tattoos though, are such a BOOT. i hate all of them. this is definitely the only character we can all agree it would be a downgrade if he got another tattoo. hair, face, body, it all does it for me. will is gorgeous and it's not even a discussion, but he gets two boots for the tattoos. 10/10. he was supposed to be a 12.

youcef. hate the hair shape, hair color... go back to party city where you belong. hate the outfits, hate the lips, hate the jaw. oh my god, what did they do to this boy?? body? 10/10, but what the fuck is this face??? why does he look so... weird?? he looks in pain when smiling, i- 3/10 and i'm being super generous. you know i am.

and can i talk about something else for a second? WHO THE FUCK DECIDED ON THEIR OUTFITS???

they're horrible! with the exception of will's night outfit, thabi's and najuma's, i don't think there was anybody else's i was into. the clothes are NOT IT.

valentina's dress was a trip to the gyno. girl... you move one inch i can measure your uterus. i also hate angie's... that fabric? so shiny, and in a very bad way. and i hate the sleeves. juliet's... the diaper? the blue dress?? i don't even... i don't... i-

moving on.

cora's blue something is fine but it's not gagworthy. i prefer the neon pieces and i hate neon. she just pulls it off really well and the cut is super cute. i love it.

now...

CAN WE JUST BURN EVERY OUTFIT BRUNO HAS EVER WORN IN THIS SEASON. GIRL, NO. THOSE SHIRTS ARE SO UGLY! just 'cause you're a comedian... dude, tell me the jokes, don't wear them.

youcef's too. what the fuck was that suit??? why are you wearing a bow tie on a vacation? what is... i don't... i- and again, go back to party city where you belong. you look like you borrowed sam winchester's white wig from the last episode of supernatural and gave it a cut yourself. get kobi here, ASAP, it's an emergency.

don't get me started on tom's. it's so corny to wear something that's not... occasion appropriate. that makes the entire outfit misplaced and why the fuck do you have a handkerchief in your pocket? jacket and sneakers, how very ellen degeneres of you. HATE HIS OUTFIT.

dylan can rot in hell. he's the most basic looking motherfucker and i bet he thinks he's the last vibrator on the shelf. BET. white shirt and jeans? GROUNDBREAKING.

kobi's is fine, not much going on but i kinda prefer that over whatever was going on with the others'.

james' i like because it's pink and pink on dark complexion is UNDERRATED. personally i think it took TOO LONG for a dude to wear it. *thinks of rahim and bobby in blush pink*

i just don't think i missed out on much by not playing this season.

the islanders... appearance alone, because i haven't played any episodes, those are my opinions. i remember being so TORN when i first started season 2. gary, rahim, noah and bobby WERE DOING IT FOR ME, you know?

when lucas and henrik came along, same! the only people that didn't cause any stir with me were rocco, jakub, felix and elijah, but the others?? HOLY SHIT. i had to play on different accounts, i just had to.

this art style is not it. what was wrong with s2's?

also, it does look like multiple artists, from different backgrounds, worked on this season's characters and it absolutely shows. some of them look 2d, some 3d. some of them have some bounce to their hair, some look like they're wearing a helmet (*clears throat* YOUCEF AND TOM).

god, they didn't make one effort did they? anyway. those are my scores based off appearance alone.

[kmhnsecretexchange]

Title: The Ultimate Observer

Author: @mirroredgiraffe​

For: @collegiate-trash​

Pairings/Characters: Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up, No Warnings Apply

Prompt: Kamukura observing the Neo World with Junko’s AI (where he definitely isn’t focusing on Komaeda wdym)

Author’s notes: The themes and matrity of the fic match the ones of the games, so I didn’t get too extreme. Also you’ll need to know the events of SDR2, DR3, Ultra Despair Girls, and DR 2.5 to understand this fic.

Summary: Kamukura has set up this killing game to determine which is better: hope or despair? While in the simulation observing the remnants, he rediscovers emotions and memories he thought were previously lost. With the help of his body-double and other friends, will he still want to answer this hypothesis?

Word Count: 14K+ (idk how i did that)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45523753

Fic under Read More

He predicted he’d end up somewhere in the program when he put the flash drive in the main computer.

Although, he did not predict he’d be like a ghost watching over younger versions of the remnants. It was truly an interesting situation, especially since he could watch *himself*.

Yet, this “Hinata” didn’t grab his attention as much as another individual did.

“Heyyy, Zuzu whatcha’ up to now?” Enoshima puts her elbow on his shoulder, looking him up and down, “huuuuuhhh?”

Her voice was grating on his ears, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Same thing as always, you know that.”

“Ahhhh, you’re so predictable sometimes. HA, it’s no fun, Zuzu~!” She puts her arm around his neck and squeezes him tight enough to choke someone, of course, it didn’t affect him.

In the distance, they could see “Hinata” speaking to Nanami. It gave Kamukura a sinking feeling in his chest he couldn’t describe.

“Doesn’t it hurt your cold, *cold* heart to see him with your old, *only* friend?” She giggles, rushing to grip her stomach. “Oooh, it especially hurts now since she’s on our team, right?”

“We aren’t a team, all of us are separate entities.”

“Godddd, you’re no fun! I think if we all try hard enough we can all be besties!” Her arms go slack and her face turns hollow. “Unless you guys don’t even care or like me, which I can understand. I’m just a miserable pile of chaos and despair…” She switches again, sporting a metal pose like she’s a harupeko. “Jesus Christ, fuck that!! Even if you guys don’t want me, you’re gonna get my sweet ass anyways!!”

Kamukura, expression unchanging, keeps staring at his body double and “friend” talk. Then, another person came into view; a tall guy with white hair. Kamukura immediately recognized him, but he looked so *different*, it surprised him.

All of the remanets looked like themselves, for the most part. He can still see their passion in their eyes, their talent in their mannerisms, and he can still see their bond even without memories of each other.

Yet, he was different somehow. Kamukura couldn’t quite place what it was, and that fact fascinated him.

Like everything else, Enoshima immediately noticed this slight change in his aura. She gasps dramatically and grabs Kamukura’s face like she’s trying to look for something. “Did I detect a hint of curiosity from you?” She starts to fake cry, “you never felt that way towards me befooore!”

“You were never interesting enough to warrant my curiosity.”

“Ohhh! You wound me so!! ” She makes a motion of stabbing herself in the chest. “I think I’m bleeding out!”

Kamukura ignores her and continues watching the participants.

“Hmmmm, you didn’t change your ‘tude until *he* showed up.” She rubs her chin and watches the group with him. “God, you must have been gay before the surgery.”

“You jump to conclusions too much for someone who’s the ‘Ulitmate Analytic’.”

“Oh, only for show, my dearest~!” She pokes his chest, “I reaaally know what is happening to your brain right now, even if you don’t!” She holds her arms close to her and she starts trembling, “it’s so romantic, isn’t it? Oh, but I wish you felt *something* towards me. You know I just want you to ra-”

“I don’t wish to hear it.”

Enoshima jumps in surprise, “oohooohhh I’m so sowwy Kamukuwa-senpai! I won’t ever do it again!” She saluted him with her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

“Why do you bother to lie to me, even when you know I can tell?”

“Because it’s fun! Ever heard of it, Mr. Lobotomy?”

“I am the Ultimate Comdeian.”

She bursts out laughing, “yeah you def are!! You’re so funny, I can’t even tell when you’re joking.”

“Hmm.” He stopped paying attention a while ago, all he was focused on was the interesting guy attached to his body double’s hip.

-

“You’re not supposed to be here.” Nanami looked up at Enoshima, her gaze occasionally drifted to look at Kamukura, but her focus was on the woman.

“Awww, why not, Nanami-senpai~?” She puts her hands on her hips, “why can’t we all just be kumbaya? Just hold hands and watch this shit show go down together?” She puts a hand to her face to cover an eye, “we’re all the same anyways.”

Nanami turns a faint shade of red, “don’t you *dare* put me in the same category as *you*! *He* is even different from you, I think.”

“What a bold statement from a tiny gamer girl! I didn’t know you had that fire in ya!“ Enoshima snickered, "luckily for you since you’re AI, you’re on the same level as me! Isn’t that such an awesome gift?”

“No, I was made to watch over the remnants. It was *only* supposed to be me here, probably.” Her eyes darted to Kamukura for a second, but she redirected them to Enoshima. “You’re just a virus, you’re not meant to be here.”

“What’s with the divided attention, Nanami-senpai~? I’m starting to get jealous.” She started to fake cry, “it’s like you ha-hate me!”

Nanami didn’t respond to that, she only straightened her posture and continued glaring at her.

“Hmm, you’re no fun.” She crossed her arms and sighed heavily. “You should hang out with Kamukura since you’re both such party poppers.”

Enoshima vanished after that, going somewhere else to annoy someone.

Nanami stepped closer to Kamukura, studying his face and body. “You’re Hinata-kun, right? I have all the memories of Chiaki Nanami so I think I understand what you are. But… Why are you here?”

“You could say I’m ‘Hinata’, but he’s separate from me now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I theorized that when we entered the program, something would happen to both of us. It was unpredictable which outcome it would be.” His eyes glimmer slightly at that comment, “the outcome ended up being 'Hinata’ and I being forced apart.”

“So you’re different people now or..?”

“No.”

“I see… So why can I see you here and Hinata-kun in the program with my classmates?”

“When the program forced him to forget his time at Hope’s Peak and after, it tore me from the equation. Since I only existed in that time frame.”

“If that’s the case then why are you still here?”

“I’m not quite sure.”

Nanami stepped closer again. “I think I might like having you here.” She smiled, “I vaguely remember you, but you’re the only one who remembers me as a friend, right?”

Kamukura didn’t speak for a while, that question made him contemplate deeply. “I suppose I am.”

-

He’s similar to the Servant he knew.

Of course, he was younger and has no clue what he was and what he’s done. A more innocent version of the man, which is saying a lot.

Sure, all of the people on the island were like that. For Kamukura it was interesting, especially now that they were forced into another despairing situation.

Not quite like the last one, this one had a tinge of hope. The hope of escape and resilience.

He knew better than that, and it seemed this “Komaeda” did too.

Kamukura has been watching Komaeda for the last three days closely. Enoshima and Nanami were with the students most of the time, so there was no one trying to talk to him. 

Since the announcement that the remnants were put in a killing game, Komaeda has been planning a murder. At a party where they were supposed to ignore that exact same fate. One where Komaeda was supposed to die at the hands of someone else.

Interesting.

Komaeda was mostly silent as he planned his scheme. He did not want to draw suspicion after all, he was lucky enough to be able to clean the building all by himself. 

It seems he put it all on luck, even when the outcome was never guaranteed. His whole plan was reliant on his luck even when it is almost unpredictable.

Kamukura also possessed the talent of luck, and because of that, he knew the ins and outs of it. Yet, he never really used his luck for a thing such as this. Perhaps due to this, he was engrossed in this man’s organic luck.

Yet, there was one other person who happened to cross the unfavorable side of the man’s luck; Hanamura Teruteru, the only other soul in that building at the time.

Due to him discovering Komaeda set up a murder, he played exactly into his game. Kamukura could tell that the moment he saw the way Komaeda’s eyes swirl when Hanamura demands an explanation.

It will be interesting to see how this goes.

Maybe he is closer to the Servant he knew after all.

-

Togmai Byakuya was found dead under the table, now “Hinata” and the rest of the remnants had to find out who did it.

Kamukura was able to be close to the remnants while the trial happened. Enoshima made it able to where he could “be part of the fun”, of course, he was only able to be seen by the other AI.

Although, it was a special case for “Hinata”. Due to their mental link, they had some influence on each other. The man didn’t know Kamukura was there or even knew of his existence, but he knew *someone* was in the back of his mind helping him somehow.

“Hinata” felt lost, and confused, but mostly he was scared. One of his classmates died, and another one did the deed. Even with the investigating he did, he was reluctant to point fingers. However, he had to, and with this new boost of stability from the back of his head; maybe he could do this.

Due to stress, his head was empty. Maybe Komaeda would help him with this, he *was* very helpful in the investigation after all.

“Hinata” wanted to prove that he was capable, so he *had* to be able to do this trial right. Of course, his and his classmates’ lives were at stake. The pressure was insane, making his head hurt from how useless it was.

Apparently, we were never expected of greatness. I *could* help “Hinata” with the trial. Although, he seems like he would be fine. Interfering would be pointless.

Kamukura stood next to “Hinata”, looking at the screen on his stand. 

He wrote down enough evidence to figure out what happened, maybe he could figure this out on his own.

He looks at Komaeda across the room. He can’t see Kamukura, but when he locks eyes with “Hinata”, Kamukura pretends Komaeda is looking at him instead. Well, that wasn’t entirely wrong, but Kamukura was being a little self-indulgent. A thing he has never done before, it gave him a glimmer in his chest. “Hinata” felt his longing and hope, it gave him the motivation to do this trial.

They both could thank Komaeda for that.

I wonder what you will do, please surprise me.

-

Hollow.

Komaeda gripped his stomach as he spoke.

Betrayed.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Confused.

[Out of all the people, why did it have to be you?]

Sorrow.

“Hinata’s” thoughts were racing, screaming in Kamukura’s face.

Heartbroken.

[I *trusted* you. And for what? For you to fucking murder someone and turn around and look at me with a smile asking to help investigate… So it was all a lie… A game to you?]

Kamukura couldn’t believe it, but he was *feeling* emotions. Strong ones at that, he didn’t think it was possible. Yet, the influence of “Hinata” ended up making him share the wave of despair he got from Komaeda’s “betrayal”.

Enoshima, or rather Monokuma, was giggling from the sidelines as the students were freaking out.

Her shrill voice echoed in Kamukura’s head.

You didn’t expect that, didn’t you? Even when you knew exactly what that skeleton freak did, he *surprised* you. Doesn’t that make you feel such wonderful despair? I am so happy you get to see things my way!

He felt nauseous, his head was banging like it had its own earthquake. “Hinata” leaned forward holding his stomach, so he felt it too.

Komaeda’s laugh became louder in his head as Enoshima’s faded. It was raspy in comparison like he barely had enough air in his lungs to continue laughing.

Determination.

Kamukura *knew* what happened, so maybe he should give “Hinata” a little push in the right direction.

No, that’s wrong.

“Hinata” voiced the thought Kamukura gave him, and it echoed in the room.

A spark of something was in Komaeda’s eye, but Kamukura couldn’t quite read it.

Maybe I- we should look more into you.

Kamukura looked at his body double, he had a new fire in his eyes. And it all came from *him*.

Who knew Kamukura still had it in him?

“Hinata” must be a larger influence than Kamukura previously thought.

Now, he was *interested* in what more “Hinata” could show him.

-

Hinata opened a door and entered a small room. It didn’t look anything like he’s seen before. It was completely dark, the only thing illuminated was the door he used. He turned around and around to try to see anything, but nothing.

Then all of a sudden a desk with two chairs appears.

He decides to approach them.

A person with long black hair and a black suit and tie is sitting in one of the chairs. Their face is darkened out, so Hinata cannot tell who it may be. 

The figure speaks, “I didn’t think you’d come here.”

“I saw a door appear and opened it and ended up here, so don’t think too hard about it.”

“I won’t.” Hinata can feel their gaze on him, “sit down. Don’t you want to talk about something while you’re here? You’ll be here a while.”

Hinata looks back at the door, and then back at the figure. It seemed like a bad idea to run back and go against their wishes.

He sat down next to the figure, eyeing them up and down. Even when they were so close, Hinata couldn’t see any facial features. “Who are you exactly? Also, I’d like to know where I am and why I’m gonna ‘be here a while.’”

The figure puts their hands on their lap, “I don’t think you want to know who I am, not yet anyways.” They sigh, “but I will tell you that you are in your own head. Let’s just call it ‘dream time.’ Of course, you sleep about 8 hours a night. Until you wake up in the morning, you’ll be here.” They put their joined hands on the table, “you don’t always need to come inside and see me, but you chose to tonight.”

“It just felt right… I don’t know…” He shakes his head, “no fuck okay, so what even are you then? If this is just some weird dream, then what does that make you?”

“Let’s just say I’m a part of you.”

“What the fuck… You’re not making sense.”

“I suppose I am the side of you you want to forget.”

Hinata grabbed his head, “gaahhhh, whatever be mysterious and vague emo… guy…”

“Good insult.”

“Oh, shut up.” He crossed his arms, “what am I supposed to even do here anyways?”

“We could talk if you want.”

Hinata leaned back in his chair and looked at where the figure’s eyes would have been, “sure. Got any conversation starters?”

“What do you think about Komaeda?”

He choked at that name, “*Him*? That’s what you want to talk about?”

“I feel your emotions and know everything you think. I know you want to understand him too.”

He put his hands in his face, “okay, fuck okay. I’ll humor you.” He sighs and puts his hands on the edge of the table. “I used to see that guy as a friend. He was just so chill and made me feel-. God, I don’t know anymore. I just don’t like thinking about it.” His hands gripped the table harder, “what he did is *unredeemable*, he manipulated someone to *murder*. He was planning to fucking kill someone!”

“That last part isn’t true and you know it.”

“… What?”

“We both saw the evidence and based on that, his plan didn’t exactly go as he originally planned.”

“What are you saying..?”

“He planned for himself to be the one who died.”

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” He stood up, “you- you don’t make *sense*!” He turned around so he couldn’t look at them anymore.

“It’s pointless to reject your own thoughts.”

Hinata whipped around and pointed a finger at them, “no. No! I do not think that! I don’t care if you’re my fucking “other self”, but you must be some intrusive thought or something… I am not dealing with this shit anymore, I’m leaving.”

Hinata walked towards the door, stomping his feet. He slowly opened the door and sighed.

“See you soon, ‘Hinata’.”

He shut the door behind him.

-

“Oh, Hinata great timing,” Hinata bumped into Koizumi in the cafe. “Could you do me a favor, since you’re here?” Her voice pitched high when she asked that, it felt fragile to Hinata’s ears.

“Umm, sure, what is it?”

“Could you bring this breakfast to Komaeda?” Hinata jolted in surprise, “hey, don’t act like that! I was gonna go it, but when I did it earlier he complained I gave him rice.” She scoffed, “god, he acts so high and mighty even when he’s tied up for planning a murder. I should have left him hungry, but *someone* had to feed him, right.” Her shoulders fell, “don’t want to accidentally kill him… I asked Monokuma and he said it would count…”

Hinata *really* didn’t want to do it, but after that weird dream, he thought maybe… It wouldn’t hurt.

“Sure, whatever, I’ll do it, Koizumi.”

“Really?!” She coughed, “thank you, you are a competent man, Hinata. A reliable man like you is rare.”

“Yeah…”

She handed him the tray and ran off before Hinata could back out.

[Maybe I shouldn’t think too hard about it…]

-

“Hahaha, hey Kamukura-senpai~! Guess what!” She jumped and jumped in front of Kamukura, “come onnnnnnn! Pay attention to me!!”

Kamukura didn’t move his head to look at her, “what is it?”

“That guy you like it all tied up in the place where the shapeshifter died! Doesn’t that make you feel something?” She hugs herself, and drool goes down her chin, “doesn’t it awaken something within you?”

“Even if it did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Oooh, being so mysterious~! I know deep down it triggers something in you.”

“… Maybe it was a bad idea to see what you were up to.” Nanami appears behind the two, and she sighs. “I just wanted to see what you were scheming, probably.”

“Nanami-senpai! It’s *great* to see you!” She grabs her arms and pulls her to see what they are watching. “Dontcha wanna watch the action with us?”

Nanami looks down at the scene, it’s Komaeda and “Hinata” in the cabin having a conversation. “What are you talking about?”

“I can just feel the lustful energy coming off those two! So I’m watching to make sure nothing goes down, because if it does!” She points a finger to her face, “I’ll just have to butt in and stop it! It’s against the rules, after all.”

“… Right…”

“Y-you don’t believe meeeee!” She starts to fake cry, drying her tears. “I pwomise I’m not some pervert, Nanami-senpai~! It’s j-just to make sure nothing freaky happens!”

Nanami’s mouth goes lopsided and her eyebrows are frilled. “Okay… Just… Stop…”

Enoshima makes a peace sign, and hugs Nanami by the neck, “I’ll never stop not even after death!”

“You’re already dead,” Kamukura speaks up, still not looking at the two women.

“Ahaha yeahh, thanks for reviving me, bestie!”

“Uhuh.”

“Grrrr, he’s not giving us proper attention. Maybe he’s more into that junk down there than I originally thought.”

Kamukura has been barely listening to her ramble since he wanted to see how his body double was doing instead. After what they discussed last night, he was curious about how he’d react to the man now.

His head was filled with “Hinata’s” thoughts, although what the two men were saying was a little muffled since they were high above them. Of course, for the Ultimate Musician, it was clear as crystal.

“I’m so glad it was you who came to see me, Hinata-kun.”

“It was only because Koizumi asked me to.”

“Oh! Did she trick you into doing it? I know earlier she was cursing me out for saying I don’t like rice.”

“She mentioned that…” He carefully put the food tray in front of the man, “she didn’t trick me or anything, just asked me to do it… And I guess I felt bad for her enough to do her this favor.” He crossed his arms, “don’t look too heavily into it, it’s not that deep.”

“If you say so…” Komaeda pulls at the ropes around his arms, “well, isn’t that inconvenient.” He smiled at the other man, it made “Hinata’s” hair stick on end. “I can’t feed myself with my arms tied up like this. Hinata-kun, could you feed me?”

He stood there in shock, he didn’t answer immediately.

Kamukura was captivated by the exchange, he wondered what would happen if “Hinata” helped Komaeda. Of course, that thought reverbed, and “Hinata” heard it in his head. It made his mind race more than before, the possibilities “Hinata” thought of were much more creative than Kamukura’s were.

“Hiinata” felt guilty about his anger towards the man, it felt displaced. Being tied up was a tad extreme in his opinion. Sure, he helped plan a murder, but right now there isn’t any motive to kill anyone. Plus, he doesn’t look very intimating right now, just pathetic and kinda pitiful.

Maybe it was because he was laying on the floor in an uncomfortable position with his face squished into the floor. He really looked like he took a beating and was left for dead.

Kamukura couldn’t help but see Servant more in Komaeda today, and that reflected back to “Hinata”. The chain on him especially was a call back that Kamukura couldn’t help but hold onto. Even back then he thought it was an unnecessary accessory, but he was always told how it wasn’t. 

I cannot begin to understand him, but I want to make an attempt to.

And “Hinata” mirrored that sentiment.

“Fine,” he sat down in front of him. “Just don’t be weird about it.”

Komaeda didn’t reply immediately like he was thinking of what to say. “… I didn’t think you’d actually agree. I suppose it must be the good luck I got out of bad luck of being tied up.”

“Hinata” sighs, “please, don’t make me regret this.” He looked Komaeda up and down, “oh *shit* wait, is it okay if I touch you so I can make you sit up?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, I don’t mind.”

He paused and gulped, “… Yeah, sure…” He grabs the other man’s shoulders and moves him to a sitting position. “Umm… Are you comfortable?”

“Yep! Thank you for doing this for me, Hinata-kun! You really didn’t have to help trash like me, it would have been fine to leave me to starve.” He smiled at the other, “yet, here you are staying with me and willing to help.”

“It’s just human decency, I can’t just leave you to starve until someone else remembers to feed you.” He grabs the milk bottle and opens it, “and we both know that’s not happening. Here, drink some.”

Komaeda stayed quiet and drank. “Hinata” took the bottle away and grabbed the toast. “Out of everyone on this island, you are seemingly the only one who tolerates me.” He laughs at that thought, “I really wonder why that is.”

“Yeah, well, keep wondering because I don’t know either.” He shoves the toast in Komaeda’s face, “eat.”

He took a few small bites, “interesting. So you don’t know how you feel about me? Well, that is at least better than the alternative of you hating me.”

“Hinata” didn’t say anything to that, all he did was sigh. His face turned serious like he was thinking hard. He put the toast back down and rested his hand on his lap. “I don’t want to judge you too harshly before I understand you is all. I already told you not to look too deep into it.” He starts to stand up, “look you ate enough to live until lunch, so I’m gonna head out.“

“Awww, going so soon, Hinata-kun? I didn’t even finish all the food.”

“I said I’m gonna head out. See ya later Komaeda.”

“Hinata” kept a cool composer as he left the man alone, it made Komaeda speechless. He really thought he’d make more of a huff and puff about the questions he asked. And like that the other was gone.

“See ya, Hinata-kun.”

Kamukura found the whole situation engaging like he was part of the conservation. And maybe he was more of an influence on “Hinata” than he thought. It would make sense based on how he left the situation so calmly.

Even then, he wished “Hinata” stayed a little longer.

“Wooow! That display was sooo fruity!” Enoshima laughed at Kamukura’s side. “I am *so* glad I didn’t have to stop anything spicy from happening!” She gasps dramatically, “so so sowwy Kamukura-senpai I know you wanted to see something *intewesting*.”

“Did you want something from me?”

“Besides some di-”

“Stop. Did Nanami leave?”

She crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks, “yeah she did the big meanie. She called me names and everything!”

“Knowing you it seems warranted.”

“Not you too, Kamukura-senpai!” She starts to fake cry, “you’re lucky the rules don’t apply to you since you’re not a student.”

Kamukura looks back down at Komaeda, “it wouldn’t matter to me either way.”

“God sometimes the responses you say are so boringggg.” She turns around and leaves.

Now, Kamukura is alone with his thoughts. He could have had a bigger influence on “Hinata” if he tried, to make him talk to Komaeda more in a better effort to understand him.

Yet, that idea felt immoral to him. If he truly wanted to understand Komaeda, he had to understand “Hinata” first.

-

Enoshima’s next scheme was the despair disease; Owari, Mioda, and Komaeda were deathly ill. The whole island split into groups to quarantine. “Hinata” and Kuzuryu were in the group with the ill and Tsumiki, while everyone else was in another location.

Due to this, Kamukura couldn’t meet Nanami at all, as she had to make sure no one found her missing. So, he decided it would be best to hang out in the hospital with his body double and everyone else.

Plus, Komaeda was there so it was an added bonus. Although, he was in the worst condition compared to the rest of the sick. It all made sense to Kamukura why that was the case, but for his body double, he was very worried.

It became very real that Komaeda could die soon. He was stuck in a fever-induced coma, so Tsumiki didn’t allow “Hinata” to be around much.

But Kamukura could be around the man as much as he wanted. It wasn’t like Tsumiki could do anything about it. Although, it did make Enoshima more annoying.

Enoshima stood next to Kamukura and slapped him on the back hard. “Heyyy, bestie. Whatcha doing around the sick freak?” She started to giggle, “SEE I have jokes too!”

“It wasn’t a very good one. That pun wasn’t clear or clever.”

“Ahhh, shhhh!” She put her finger to his mouth, “shush my sweet prince.”

He pushed her hand aside, “did you want something from me?”

“I just wanted to know why you’re sticking around on the ground, not like you get anything out of it.” She looked at the ill man sleeping in bed, ���riiiiight?”

“It should be obvious to you why I’m here.” He sat on the foot of Komaeda’s bed, “I’m bored.”

“Hmmmm. Yeah! That makes both of us, bff.” She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, “ya know I don’t know why you focus on him of all people, did you have some fun escapade after I died or some shit?”

“You could say that.”

“Ooooooh, fun! Give me all the deets!”

“That Kotoko girl you kidnapped sounds just like you sometimes.”

“Oh, so you’re giving me vague-ass responses now.” She held him tighter, putting her face against his cheek. “You know I know that you two were watching my little freaks after I died. Didn’t realize you cared about them enough to remember a fuck all detail like that!. You didn’t hang out a lot, so you really did seem like a deadbeat dad who left to go get milk.”

He didn’t say anything to that.

“Oh~ sweetie pie, did I touch a nerve?” She kicks her feet and squeals, “I’ve never done that to you before! Something is def making you more emotional, huh??” She slapped his cheek, “maybe that Hinata guy is the culprit, he *is* those missing emotions.” She smiled unnaturally wide, “or… Maybe Komaeda did? Wouldn’t that be so cliche? You were changed by a man of all things!” She giggles and it sounds like a banshee, “ohhh the drama!”

“I don’t know either.” He pushed her off and she landed with a whine, “and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“Godd, you’re no fun!” She fake cries and stomps her feet, “fine, I’ll go bug someone else.” She makes a peach sign, “later loser.” And like that she’s gone.

Kamukura sighs and looks down to look at Komaeda’s face. He was still pale and red-faced, he looked more dead than alive with his baggy eyes and non-moving chest. Kamukura wished he could comfort him in some way, but he was unable to be perceived by the other man.

He went to move the hair out of his face, but his fingers went thru it. If he calculated it, he could make an object in the room move it for him. Yet, it would be pointless to do so. If Enoshima found out he found a way to do that, she’d freak. Plus, he wanted a real hand to comfort him.

He didn’t know why he felt so sentimental towards the man, but his feelings wrecked his brain and chest.

It seemed his only option was to get “Hinata” to comfort Komaeda for Kamukura. Since it was his body double, it was almost like he was doing the comforting.

Of course, he knew it wasn’t the case, but what else can he do besides that?

Even if it wasn’t Kamukura, Komaeda needed to have some comfort. Plus, with a little pulling of strings, he could get “Hinata” to do as he wanted. 

Yet, Kamukura thought maybe it might be wrong to control another person, even if they share a body.

But were they really different people?

-

Hinata is very tired, he’s been worried sick about his friend.

[Is it okay to call Komaeda a friend?]

He decided to not think over it.

He was back in this dark space with the door. He opened it for the first time in a while.

The black figure looked up from their lap, “ah, hello Hinata.”

“Hajime is fine. I mean, you’re me so like… Just be casual. It’s just us… Me.” He grabbed his hair, “god this shit is confusing.” He sat down in front of the figure and rested his arms on the table leaning forward. “That reminds me, what should I call you? I’ve just seen you as this… Black abyss person thing.”

“I have a name, but you don’t want to know it quite yet. It could trigger something bad.”

“Right,” he didn’t want to know. “I’ll just call you… Umm… Emo… Edgelord… Punk guy… Something like that. God, those are shitty ideas though, right?”

The figure just stared at him.

“I knew you’d agree.” He laughed awkwardly, “Shadow? Because I literally can’t see your face or anything about you. Like those shadow clones from video games… Oh, fuck you’re the Shadow to my Sonic.”

“I suppose you’re right about that. I think ‘Shadow’ is a good nickname. The previous ones were awful.”

“Fuck you, man.” He laughs, “ahh, for real though, I’m glad you like it.”

“And thank you for giving me one. My real name wasn’t as thoughtful.

“I see… Well… Umm…” Hinata became at a loss for words, “did you wanna talk about anything?”

“Yes actually,” he placed his hands on his lap, “it’s about Komaeda.”

He jumped slightly in shock, “that is seemingly the only thing you want to talk about.”

“Says a lot about you, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up…”

Shadow sighs, “but it’s true. He’s sick and we’re worried sick.”

“Haha…”

“The pun was not intentional.” They cough into their hand, “anyways, I have an idea of why he is so sick. I know you don’t know exactly who or what I am, but I possess different memories from you.”

Hinata stood up straighter, “do you remember my talent?”

“I don’t want to answer that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You need to figure it out yourself.”

“But you *are* me!” He crossed his arms, “don’t give me this fucking bullshit about ‘figuring it out myself’.’”

“I’m sorry.”

They sat in silence for a while, neither of them knowing what to say. Hinata was still a bit attached to what Shadow wanted to say earlier, so he didn’t want to leave yet.

“It’s… Okay, Shadow.” Hinata sighed, and leaned back in his seat. “What were you saying before about Komaeda?”

“He is sick.”

“Yes, I knew that already genius.”

“No, he was sick before the despair disease, that’s why he’s sicker than the rest, *genius*.”

“… What?”

“He will be fine eventually, he always springs back up.”

“How do you know this?”

Shadow looked at him, thinking over what to say. “I suppose it will be alright if I say this, but you knew Komaeda before you meet him on the island.”

He rubbed back his hair roughly, grabbing at the strands. “… I had a feeling that was the case.”

“Good. It’s better to not explain that.”

“Fuck you.”

“You know whenever you refer to me, it also applies to you?”

“Don’t even try that, Shadow, you’ve also been insulting me.”

“Touche.” He puts his hands together on the table and leans forwards, “anyways, just know Komaeda will be just fine. Well, for the most part.”

“Alrighty, Mr. Mysterious Shadow Clone. Don’t explain jack shit to me.”

“If I did you wouldn’t believe a word I said. Either way, I don’t want to tell you everything yet.”

“Fun.”

(Hinata! Hey!!)

“Did you hear that too?” Hinata looked at Shadow.

“Yes. I believe it’s coming from the outside world.”

“What the fuck…”

(Hey asshole wake up already! It’s Komaeda!)

-

“What…” “Hajime” was laying down in a hospital bed. He sat up and bumped his head into someone else’s.

“Hinata, OW!” Kuzuryu grabbed his head, “what the fuck man! I just wanted to wake you up.” He groaned, “gahhh Komaeda’s awake, Tsumiki just told me. I rushed to tell you.” He regains his composer, “come on man, let’s so see how he’s doing.”

[That is a fucking crazy ass coincidence… Unless… Fuck I’m not gonna think over it.]

The two rushed downstairs. Once they got to the door, Kuzuryu slammed it open, scaring Tsumiki.

She jumped in her seat, “oh gosh! Haaa, you woke me up, Kuzuryu-san…” Her eyes were drooping, and she began to cry. “I’m s-so sorry, I don’t blame yo-you or anything! I should have been awake, but I’ve just-just been so tired!” 

“It’s… Fine… Just stop crying over it…” Kuzuryu looked equally uncomfortable and worried.

She wheezed and snuffled, “of course… It’s n-not like it matters anyways.” She looks at Komaeda, “Komaeda-san is awake now. His condition has stabilized and his fever has gone down. Although, it is still high.” She looks back at the two, “oh! Right, I need to check on the other two now!” She stands up abruptly and almost falls over, “please carry on!”

Kamukura sighed, it sounded dejected. He was concerned about Komaeda’s health and wished he could be there for him. Although, “Hajime” should be good enough.

Then Enoshima giggled at his side.

“So, you’re at the hospital again?” Kamukura glanced in her direction.

“Yeppers! I got bored bothering that gamer girl. She just plays games and ignores me.” She pulls on her pigtails, “the absolute gaul!”

“And I’m your only other option.”

“Nuh-uh! I could have used a Monokuma to bother my students, but the ones who are fun to bother aren’t really all there right now. HA, although I was fucking with Souda for a while.” She puts her hands to her hips, “what grease stain, he is just so easy to make fun of it gets boring fast.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, don’t be boring now!” She stomps her feet, “what am I supposed to do then?”

“Maybe you should find a new hobby.”

“Awww, it’s hard to do that when you’re an AI stuck in a therapy computer simulation, ya know.”

“Of course.”

“Ahhh, anyways. I heard your sigh of concern!” She giggled again, “it is sooooo funny how being put into this dating sim made you so emotional.”

Kamukura looked at her from the corner of his eyes, “you’re right.”

“Waaaaa?!?!” She put her arms up and gawked at him, “you’re agreeing with little ol’ me?”

“Did you know me entering the program would bring back ‘Hajime’?”

She starts cackling, “mayyyybe~.”

“Alright, Hinata, I’m gonna head back to the waiting room since it’s almost time for the meeting. You can stay back if ya wanna.” He opens the door, “see ya.”

The door clicked shut and the room became silent.

“This should be entertaining, right, Zuzu?” She giggled and kicked her feet.

Kamukura didn’t acknowledge her.

“It’s awful to see you, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda smiled at the man with his hands in his lap.

“Hajime” stood next to him, he scratched the back of his head. “Ya know, that’s not a nice thing to say to someone who *chose* to visit you.”

Komaeda’s stare felt a little more intense after he said that.

Kamukura grunts in annoyance, and Enoshima snickers. “Not the brightest tool in the shed, ain’t he?”

Don’t you remember he has the lying disease? Don’t be so presumptuous.

“Hajime” stood up straighter and put his arm down, his eyes widened. “Oh wait… You have the lying disease.” He laughed awkwardly, “sorry, I umm really need to think before I say shit. Jesus, I sound like an asshole right now.”

Komaeda laughed, but it turned into a gross and dry cough. “You sure do! Worry about it, because it really bothers me.”

“Hajime” looked at him with a serious expression for a minute, and then snapped his fingers. “Oh, if you didn’t mind it then, I’ll just move on then.” He grabbed the chair and moved it to sit next to the man, “are you doing better than before? You were out for a long time… I- WE were very worried.”

“Oh, I’m doing great! The fever has lessened, just as Tsumiki said! I’m actually doing worst since you’re here. Maybe you should just leave.”

“What?” His tone was immediate and upset, he almost didn’t have time to think. As he started to stand up, he got a sudden pain in his head.

Don’t run away , it said. It was like there was a second voice in his head he never paid mind to. Yet, this voice was *his*. Maybe his dreams had more meaning than he previously thought.

“Hajime” stayed sitting, and put his hands together on his lap. “You really want *me* to stay with you?”

“No.”

“Okay then, I’ll stay for as long as I can.” He laughs, “you must have been bored and lonely for the past few days, huh? I mean you even *asked* me to stay with you, it’s kinda funny when you think about it.”

“It really is! I can clearly see why you’d think that.”

“Even in this state, you act like that huh… Whatever it doesn’t matter.” He leans forward, “what don’t you understand then?”

“Why it’s not funny.”

“Hajime” took a minute to think that over, not wanting to explain it. “Well, I thought you’d want someone else…”

Kamukura *knew* he was still not sharing the whole truth, but this time he wouldn’t intervene.

“That makes no sense. I would prefer someone else, of course.”

“Oh.” He stood up straight again, “that’s… Nice to hear.

“It makes sense why it would, right? I mean I am a great, beautiful person.” Komaeda groaned after saying that, he held his head with his hands. “I really am so wonderful.”

“Yeah…” He chuckled, “I think I prefer you this way. You know your self-depreciation gets on everyone’s nerves.”

“I know that, but they still shouldn’t know.”

“Hajime” looked at him with a confused expression, he was unable to translate that sentence.

Kamukura bought a hand to his face. Enoshima giggled and kicked her feet at the motion.

He doesn’t understand why people hate it when he tells them how awful he is, since he sees it as the truth he must share.

“Yes… I understand.” He shook his head and looked at Komaeda again. “Well, I don’t think that way, and I’m sure at least *one* other person here agrees. I mean, you’re not as awful as you say you are.”

“I believe you.”

“Oh gre- … Komaeda… Why would I lie to you?”

“It would be very unfunny and difficult.”

“Uh-huh, sure man.” He sighs, “it is kinda hard to talk to you right now. Hell, I could have left a long ass time ago back when you said you didn’t want me to be here. But, here I am.” He gestures to himself, “I don’t fully understand why *I* chose to stay here, but maybe - just maybe - I am worried about a fellow human being and classmate.” He clicks his tongue, “so don’t worry about it too much.”

“No thanks, Hinata-kun.”

“Great.”

The two continued to talk but Kamukura stopped paying attention for a moment.

“Hajime” seemed to mirror his feelings and thoughts more than he previously considered, it was blurring the line between consciousnesses now. It was like there was no separation besides memories. Now, Kamukura was thinking that could be the case.

He wondered who was the one who began to like Komaeda first. It should have been him, after all, he knew the man first. However, he did not have any of “Hajime’s” memories either. So it was something he could not figure out on his own.

Although, getting “Hajime” to share these feelings seemed like a big undertaking to Kamukura.

-

The remaining remnants were trapped in Fun House, with no food or water. They would not be released until someone was killed. They decided to group the boys and girls into different houses, with “Hajime” staying with the girls.

The elevator that connected the two houses was broken, so “Hajime” couldn’t interact with any of the other boys.

For Kamukura, this meant he was sending all his time at Grape House watching over the boys. Of course, most of his energy was focused on Komaeda.

Of course, he also was interested in the Final Dead Room. When Monokuma said there are secrets waiting there for those who dare enter; he just had to check it out.

Being an AI not set as a student, he was able to enter the room with no fuss. The only difficulty proved to be finding the files she promised. Kamukura couldn’t interact with most things, so he had to look through the code to find it. Yet, Enoshima hid it well.

“Oh, Kamukura-senpai~! I *know* you’re looking through the code I made.” She leans against his shoulder and puts the back of her hand on her forehead. “I feel so violated! You pervert looking through my files!”

“You mentioned to the remnants that you stored secrets in here. I’m only looking for those.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize you’d care about those.” She crossed her arms, “I thought you knew everything about these guys.” She laughs, “I made sure I didn’t share *too* much info in these. I really doubt you’d find anything new in those.” She snaps her fingers, making a file folder appear in her hands. “You know what, I don’t really care either way.” She hands the folder to the man, “here.”

Kamukura holds the folder in his hands, he looks at it, and then back up at Enoshima.

“Oh, come on! Don’t make me regret it!”’

A door opening could be heard, and the two turned to look at it. It was Tanaka at the door.

“Omgomgomgomg!!” She sends a Monokuma into the room, immediately talking to the man.

Kamukura takes this as his chance to leave.

-

Kamukura had suspicions of this, but now they were confirmed. He already knew “Hajime” was a Reserve Course student with no talent. It’s no wonder he cannot remember his talent, he must have blocked out that he’s talentless since he hated that fact.

Besides that, everything else in the folder was true and basic. Just the student files of each remnant, what they did as remnants, and such. It got into gory detail, which isn’t surprising knowing Enoshima.

In the end, it was worth it to read the folder. Even if it didn’t share much new information for Kamukura, he at least got confirmation about “Hajime”.

He admits his past self fascinates him to no end, it wasn’t always like that. Yet, after watching him for weeks and having conversations with him; he can’t deny there is *something* there. Especially since they had this emotional link now, if Kamukura understood “Hajime” more, he’d be able to understand anyone.

Of course, his focus was on Komaeda. Since neither he nor “Hajime” could understand the man.

In the Fun House, the two men have been spending their free time together. Since Kamukura nudged “Hajime” to give Komaeda a chance and understand him before he makes a judgment.

Although, there were some times “Hajime” got too prickly or when Komaeda got too intense.

It was riveting to watch nonetheless.

“What in the world *is* hope to you, anyways?” “Hajime” stood across from Komaeda with his arms crossed. 

[I’m starting to regret listening to his freak of a shadow clone, but hey dreams are supposed to be subconscious thoughts or some shit. Maybe I really *want* to understand this… Guy.]

“Why am I so misunderstood… It’s just something I want to believe in. You really need to think it over seriously. What do you think hope is?”

[He’s right I never thought about it before. Well, for him it’d be…]

Kamukura had a very specific view on hope since he was created to be the Ultimate Hope after all.

It was a complex and personal opinion, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He was just like Komaeda in that way, but they did reach different outcomes. 

This whole killing game is so Kamukura can see which is better; hope or despair. Currently, he still can’t say which one will win.

Now they were presented with the question, but surprisingly, it was “Hajime” that was able to answer.

“It’s… Absolute good.”

Komaeda clapped his hands together with a smile, “that’s exactly it! And it’s something you guys can embody… As long as the seeds of hope are planted, I’ll gladly kill or be killed.” He laughs, “the fact that I’m still alive is hope in itself!”

[I still have no clue what he’s talking about… It doesn’t seem like he does this for his selfish desires… Which freaks me out more somehow…]

“Huh, Hinata-kun are we done talking? You have this vacant look on your face… We can talk later, right?” He turns away, “after all, we’re both friends who yearn for hope.”

“Hajime” watches him leave, and Kamukura mirrored the same sentiment as him.

[Do we really share the same type of hope?]

-

Kamukura didn’t have much to do at night, it wasn’t like he needed to sleep.

So of course, a loud bang in the middle of the night caught his attention.

Once he got where the sound came from, he was greeted by Enoshima.

“Fucking crazy, right? That goth furry killed a robot. And I *just* brought that fucker back to life.” She laughs and then breathes out suddenly, “it’s sooooo cool though, right? Like the way he figured out to kill a beast like that, I’m impressed!” She grabbed Kamukura’s right arm and held it close to her chest, “what do you think, Kamukura-senpai~?”

“It’s… Tragic.”

“WOOAAHH!! I didn’t think I’d get an answer like *that*” She pulled his arm down, and look at his face. “You’re been more emotionally available recently, what the fuck is wrong with you? I thought those old fucks’ did a better job of getting rid of your emotions.”

“We both know you already know the answer to that question.”

“Jeez! You’re really no fun!” She stomped her feet and puffed out her cheeks, “you can never play along, huh?”

“I can, just not the way you want me to.”

She pulled on her pigtails and screamed in annoyance.

“*God*, I love the way you make me feel sometimes… It makes me feel such wonderful despair!” She dances her finger on his chest, “I don’t know why you can’t feel the same towards me!”

“Says the one who said I don’t feel emotions.”

“Touche.”

-

Komaeda proved to be especially captivating to Kamukura recently. After the boys found out what happened to Nidai, Komaeda went to the Final Dead Room.

Of course, Kamukura followed.

Komaeda entered the room, and the door shut behind him.

“So this is the Final Dead room… It’s eerie, hope I don’t get scared!”

“Oh no, I thought that could be my way out… Wait, Komaeda-kun…?”

“Monomi-san..? What are you doing here?”

“Ooooh, I’m trapped in here. I hear the body discovery announcement… I thought it would happen here…””

“And then you got locked in. I see, you’re a fool from head to toe.”

“Yeah… I’m embarrassed…!”

“Not like I care much. Just don’t get in the way.”

“Of course! Just ask when you need help, okay?” Then Monomi notices Kamukura behind Komaeda, “what… why are you her-”

Kamukura made a shushing movement, “don’t you make my presence known.”

“…Monomi-san, did you say something?”

“NOPE! I’m just thinking out loud…”

“Please refrain from doing that, I need to focus in silence.”

She nodded quickly, then she looks at Kamukura. She sweats and tears up.

“I’ll only talk to you with yes or no questions, so just shake your head and stay quiet, okay?”

She nods.

Komaeda goes to the bars, “looks like we can’t get out of here until those get out of the way.”

“Yeah… I tried to open them but my arms weren’t strong enough.”

Komaeda looked at her with a neutral expression, “you tried to pry them open?”

“… It sounds silly when you say it like that…”

Kamukura doesn’t look at Monomi, still focused on Komaeda. “Did Monokuma prevent you from teleporting out of the room?”

Monomi jumped and opened her mouth. Then remembering what she was told, covered it with her paws. She nodded.

“He must have thought it was funny to make you do the game yourself, then.”

Monomi cried.

Komaeda peaked his head into the closet, not looking at Monomi. “Monomi-san, are you crying? Do you think you can do it silently?” He held a wired hanger, “I’m trying to think here.”

Monomi looked at Kamukura, her eyes were glossy.

“Don’t look at me like that. If anything you being here is more distracting than what I could ever be.” Kamukura sat next to her, “at least he can see you and talk with you.”

She looked at him with a curious look, “are you jealous?” She whispered into his ear.

Kamukura looked at Komaeda. He was at the desk looking over a piece of paper, he didn’t react to what Monomi said.

“Perhaps. It is rather inconvenient to be invisible, but Enoshima thought it’d be funny if I couldn’t be seen. She acts like I’m some ghost.”

Monomi giggled.

“Monomi-san,” Komaeda turned and looked at her. “Are you laughing at my total incompetence? Well, I think it’s a little harsh to judge before I even finished trying, but I understand the judgment!”

“Oh, Komaeda-kun, I could *never* judge you! You are one of my wonderful students! I’m only laughing because… I remembered… Umm..” She looked at Kamukura for help.

“Say the code on the paper is nautical directions.”

“Oh, the code on the paper is nautical directions.”

Komaeda looked at her for a moment, thinking it over. “Yeah, that makes sense… You must have seen this before I came in.” He looks at the numbers written on the walls, “I’m surprised you figured it out! I didn’t take your seriously when you said you’d help, thanks.”

She’s aghast, “… thanks…umm… you’re welcome?”

Komaeda goes to the combination safe and enters the code, it opens up. “Well, look at that! You were right Monomi.” He grabs the camera and USB stick.

Monomi looks at Kamukura, “thanks…”

“Now what to do with these…” Komaeda goes back to his deep thinking, ignoring Monomi.

Kamukura sighs, “you never looked around did you?”

Monomi looks at her paws and shakes her head.

“It’s been about two hours since you got in here, and you didn’t think once to look around to find a way to escape?”

“I didn’t want to have to shoot myself, is that so crazy?”

Komaeda whipped his head in her direction, “Monomi-san, are you okay? Are you talking to yourself or… Are you talking to someone else?” He holds the hook he made to his chest, “maybe you’re just talking to a pretend friend because talking to me would be an awful experience, right?”

“No, no nothing like that! I… Have been talking to you… I just…” She looks at Kamukura again.

“Say you had a moment of stress.”

“I… Am just stressed… That’s all…”

“Sure, whatever you say.” Komaeda didn’t believe her but didn’t have enough evidence to point fingers yet. So he left it be.

He knelt next to the bed and used the hook to try to grab something hiding under it.

Kamukura watched him from behind.

Monomi hit Kamukura on the shoulder, “that’s not school appropriate, stop looking!” She screamed in a whisper.

“Monomi-san,” Komaeda didn’t stop what he was doing, “I’m starting to think you’re talking to your invisible friend.”

“I don’t have an invisible… Friend…” She covered her eyes, “I’m just saying my thoughts out loud…”

Kamukura sighs, “saying that doesn’t make you look good.” He didn’t look away from the view.

“I would never treat my students that way!”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, Monomi-san… I’m more concerned about your mental state now.” Komaeda stood up and dusted himself up, “are you stable enough to be a teacher?”

“Komaeda-kun, I am *very* mentally healthy! I was programmed to be the perfect teacher after all.” She puffed out her chest.

He held a key in his hands. “They must have not had good experiences with teachers then.”

“My programmer had one of the best teachers ever! Plus, she-”

Komaeda opened the locked drawer and held the scissors it contained. He looked back at her, “she what?”

“I don’t think I should say…”

“Okay, I’m not good enough to share secrets with anyways.”

“That’s not…”

Komaeda cut open the Monokuma plushie with the scissors and pulled out batteries.

Kamukura stares at the destroyed Monokuma, “seeing that reminds me of our past.”

She leans in and whispers, “our..?”

“I and Komaeda used to destroy Monokumas for fun. Well, it was fun for him. He enjoyed watching me easily dispose of them. I didn’t feel anything, but he enjoyed it so I did it.”

“Oh, I see you wanted to make him happy!” She giggled.

“Monomi-san.” Komaeda didn’t look at her, his eyes were focused on the computer screen. “Who are you talking to?”

Kamukura sighed, “you really need to learn to not speak.”

“I- I just… Wanted to say that… No reason…”

Komaeda sighed and looked at her. “Are you referring to me in that statement? Am I the ‘you’ or the ‘him’, or am I presumptuous to even imagine myself in such a situation?”

Monomi squealed, she looked at Kamukura who was glaring at her. “I don’t… Want to say…”

“Okay. I don’t deserve an answer anyways.” He sighs, “you’re really not helping me by babbling nonsense. I told you to stay out of the way… Hmm, maybe that was selfish of me to ask for such a thing. Although, I asked *you* so is it really that selfish?”

Monomi was crying, and Kamukura crossed his arms. “Ask him what he’s trying to do.”

“Komaeda-kun… I want to be useful… What are you trying to do?”

“Well, I’m trying to figure out the code for the computer. Not quite sure what to put. I don’t expect you to know it.”

“Don’t be so sure… I…” She looks at Kamukura, “can help…” She walks over to the man, and motions for Kamukura to follow.

She looked at the screen, “oh umm… Yeah… It must be… The…”

Kamukura looked over Komaeda’s shoulder, it was obvious what the answer was to him. And he could tell it was to Komaeda too. He must be playing dumb so Monomi can tell him the answer. So he does this game outside of trials too.

“Ask to see the camera and memo.”

“‘Can I see the camera and memo you found?”

Komaeda’s eyes lit up, “of course.”

Kamukura and Monomi looked at the items.

Kamukura looked at the screen again, “tell him it’s the first letter of the planets, in the order of the planets. That’s the code.”

“It looks like the code is the first letter of the planets, in order.”

Komaeda clapped his hands together, “wonderful job, Monomi-san! Your hope is shining bright, I would have never expected it!”

“Thanks, I think.”

Kamukura felt a fuzzy feeling in his chest, but he didn’t know why.

Komaeda entered the code on the screen, then the computer screen showed a grid of dots with numbers.

“It looks like a game of Othello…” Komaeda sighed, “that doesn’t sound right.” He looks at the digital clock, “maybe the lights on that correspond to a number here.”

“Well, even if it does, how will you enter numbers on it?”

“There is only one thing here that can input numbers, of course, that’s the answer!”

Monomi steps back, “of course…”

Komaeda enters the code into the combination safe, and then the bars lower into the ground.

“Yay! Komaeda we did it with our combined powers. We cleared the room!” She waves at Kamukura as a ‘thank you’.

“Who cares about clearing it…? Why doesn’t it feel like the exit isn’t open?”

“It’s not open..?” She tries to open the door, “ahhh! It’s not open?!”

“I just told you that…”

“The game musn’t be over yet.”

“Oh, I wonder if this has anything to do with the paper I found when I came in here. I thought it was just a joke…”

“Is there something you want to share?”

“I got a letter when I first got in here, I thought it was a joke so… I forgot to tell you about it…”

“Enough with the excuses. Hurry up and show it to me.”

She sheepishly hands it to him.

He reads the note, “looks like I need to play Russian Roulette in order to get out of here.”

“W-what?! You can’t do that! That’s too dangerous!”

“How is that dangerous?”

“It’s Russian Roulette! You know you have to put one bullet into the barrel and spin it the shot yourself! That means you have a one in a sixth chance of death! How is that not dangerous?!”

“That’s a pretty small likelihood of getting killed. I mean it’s only one-sixth of a chance. Doesn’t that seem easy to you? It should be the opposite, I’ll remove a bullet so there are five bullets loaded. So that would be one-sixth of success.” He laughs, “wouldn’t that be more thrilling?”

“Y-you’d actually do that?”

“Yep, I’m doing it right now!”

“Noo!” She looks at Kamukura, “was he always like this?”

Kamukura looks fond, “yes.”

“Komaeda-kun, why??”

“Since my talent is luck, that should mean I should survive. If I didn’t survive with a one-sixth chance, is my luck really ultimate?”

“P-please stop…”

He fires, and the gun clicks. No bullet came out just like he hoped. In response, the door clicked open.

“Haha, looks like we finally cleared the Final Dead Room!”

“I’m… Scared of you Komaeda-kun…” She looks at Kamukura, “I’m scared of you…”

“Oh, really?” He shrugs, “oh, well, let’s go then. The Octagon should be beyond that door.”

They go through the door. There are boxes of weapons lining and walls, and a window at the end of the hallway.

Monokuma appears out of nowhere to greet them, “congrats, Komaeda. You completed the Final Dead Room.”

Monomi squealed, “ahhh, he’s here too??”

Monokuma ignores her, “and on the highest difficulty too! I got a special present just for you!” He hands him the Future Foundation file.

“Wait, didn’t we already get this?”

“It’s extra info I left out before, haha. Couldn’t have all of you guys knowing everything, now can I?”

Monomi huffs, “did you get that without permission?!”

She is ignored again, “and here are your student files from Hope’s Peak!” He hands the folder to Komaeda.

His eyes light up, “I can’t believe this…”

Monokuma looks Kamukura dead in the eyes, “I’m sure you’ll find stuff in there that tickles your fancy.” He giggles, “I wonder if it’s lucky or unlucky that *you* of all people got to see this. Well either way you’re gonna make things more interesting.” He looks at Kamukura again, “and isn’t that *exactly* what you wanted?”

Komaeda raises a brow, “what do you mean by ‘you’?”

“Whelp, I gotta get going now! Come on Monomi, you cheater!” He grabs her arm aggressively and drags her back to the door, “you didn’t finish the game yet!”

The two left the room screaming their own woes.

Komaeda looks at the student folder, “looks like I’m alone now.” He sighs, “I’ll deal with you later.” He puts the folder in his jacket and begins to look around the room.

Kamukura watches him in silence, sure if he wanted he could speak. It wasn’t like Komaeda could hear him, but what would be the point?

He moved aside to let Komaeda move around and peeked over his shoulder when he inspected objects. He acted like he was investigating with him, or maybe it was more like watching an animal to him. He couldn’t quite place the feeling.

Komaeda spoke quietly to himself while he was looking around, like doing so made him feel like he wasn’t alone. He had this strange sense that he wasn’t alone too.

“Usually, I always feel like someone is watching and judging me… But now…” He opens a fridge, “it’s more like a curious stare, I don’t know how to describe it.” He laughs and closes the door, “maybe that poison would be useful, huh? Maybe you agree, maybe not. Not like you can respond.”

Kamukura’s eyes widen slightly, “knowing you you’d find a use for it.”

“It doesn’t matter anyways, I figure something out if I need to.” He looks at the door on the floor, “wait… I’m on the 1st floor, right? There wasn’t a bunker in the sketch… Huh…” He laughs, “this got interesting..!”

He turned the corner and walked over to the window, “why would there be a window here?” He steps closer, “in actuality, what could this mean?” He looks through the window and laughs. He laughs long and loud, it turns raspy after a while. He suddenly stops himself, “it all makes sense now.”

Kamukura stood next to him, his head hovering over his shoulder. “I knew you would figure it out.” There was a fondness in his tone that he didn’t know he could muster.

Komaeda was proving the fight between hope and despair could be interesting.

-

Hinata appeared in the dark room again, he felt mad and scared. He didn’t want to open the door, but it opened itself. Making him come inside.

Shadow was sitting there, as he always does. But now, Hinata could see the lower half of their face. He watched their mouth move as they talked.

“Hello again, Hajime.” Shadow paused, “you don’t look well.”

“Ya think, genius?” He sat down in the other chair, “look I didn’t want to come here, but I was pushed in. Was that *your* doing?” He glared at Shadow, resting his elbow on the table.

“No, I have no control over the door. I only am allowed in this room.” Shadow paused, “well, I used to be able to go outside, but since we got here, I’ve been locked in here.”

Hinata relaxed his shoulders, “‘ever since we got here..?’ Do you know why?”

Shadow didn’t speak for a while, “I think you have an idea why now, don’t you?”

Hinata’s head pounded, and he sweated. “What do you mean by that?”

“Komaeda told you, you were a reserve course student with no talent.” When he said that more of Shadow’s face was visible, Hinata was able to see freckles on his cheeks. “Once he said that you denied it, but it caused you to remember it was true.”

“Shut up..! I don’t like this…” Hinata’s hands shake.

“I’m sorry, Hajime, I really am.” They sigh, “you had to find out at some point.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Hinata grabbed his hair, “you know *everything*, so why can’t you tell me any of it?”

Shadow looked at Hinata with a frown, and Hinata could see a faint red glow coming from their eyes. Even if he still couldn’t see their eyes, that red glow triggered something in him. Hinata’s pupils were small as he stared at Shadow like he didn’t want to say what he was thinking out loud.

“You remember who I am, don’t you?” As Shadow spoke, the shadow over their eyes disappeared. Hinata could see their face in full now, their red eyes bore into his soul in a way he didn’t want to think over. He knew this guy was him, or at least a version of him, but Shadow having the same face as him was too much for him.

“No… NO!” Hinata stood up from his chair and stepped away from Shadow slowly, “I don’t want to remember, this is fucking ridiculous…”

Before Shadow could respond, the door burst open, letting light in.

-

Kamukura knew it would happen eventually, that “Hajime” would remember things. Although, he never excepted him to have memories of the project. Their mental link seemed lessened after that encounter, Kamukura assumed “Hajime” was hiding from him.

Maybe it was better for him to be alone for a while.

Although that wasn’t the thing plaguing Kamukura’s mind. Komaeda has been scheming and sneaking around more than usual. This peaked Kamukura’s interest, ever since he read the files Komaeda has been distant from everyone, even Nanami didn’t see him much.

However, Enoshima knew what he was up to, and she made sure Kamukura knew all about it.

“Heyyy, Kami-senpai~!” Enoshima grabbed Kamukura’s hair and wrapped it around her neck, she stood chest to chest with him. “Did you miss me, babe?”

“Not peculiarly.”

“Oooh~, you’re buttering me up, huh?” She put her face closer to his, “ya know, that boy toy of ours has been planning a mass murder, right?” She giggled, “oh, wait! You didn’t!” She laughed harder, “you haven’t been able to see him recently… Did you have some lover’s quarrel?” She stepped back and slapped her forehead, “ooooOOooOo, waiiiit! I fowgot, he doesn’t know you exist!” She pulls harder at his hair, “well, I shouldn’t say that, huh? He read that talentless boy’s file, so he knows your existence now.” She started to braid his hair, “you know, I think that’s just *beautiful*! It’s like love prevails all! I remember what you guys were like before and *after* my death after all.” She cackled, and held her stomach, releasing the hair. “If you can even call your little agreement love, it was def a bastardized version of it.”

“You’ve been helping him, haven’t you?”

Enoshima’s eyes glitter and she squeals, “oh don’t say it like that! You’re making it sound like I’m the other girl!” She sighs, “look buster, he asked me to help set it up since he knew I’d do almost anything as long as he made it an interesting murder. So obvi I put my part in! You know we’re near the end, I mean the readers must be dying for this to end. We’re at what, like over 11k words, right?” She groans, “breaking the fourth wall can be so cringe, right? I mean I’m a serious person here, doing a joke like that is beneath me…”

Kamukura’s brows furrow, and Enoshima notices, giggling at him. “Where has he been?”

“Oh, you know the fifth island, I just opened it up.” Her eyes widened, “have you not been there or something?” She grinned like a devil, “oh, is it because your body double has been locking himself in his room all alone?”

Kamukura didn’t say anything.

“So that’s why, huh? Wanna protect him or something? Or like keep an eye on him?” She pops her cheeks with her acrylic nails, “is it because your boytoy has been a big ol’ meanie to him?”

“You could call it the inciting incident.”

“Oh! A literary term! How clever! How appropriate!” Enoshima clapped her hands, “either way, that bitch is a depressive mess, lmaooo. Kinda bummer tho, like bringing my mood down.” She turns, “I got Monokuma to like get him out of his cabin, but he wasn’t very responsive.” She darts her head to look into his eyes, “did you do anything to him? I know you’ve been talking to him *somehow*, but it’s not like I can see into his head, or anyone’s for that matter. Well, I am the Ultimate Analyst so I basically can do that shit!” She pauses, “although, I was never the best at reading you since you have the same talent you know how to prevent it.”

Kamukura didn’t say anything.

Enoshima tsked, “not even giving me anything with words, huh? Okay, be boring, I think I could bother Komaeda more anyways. Not like I need to watch some gay ass shit since you’re stuck here.” She held her fingers in an L-shape on her forehead, “later loser.”

Then she disappeared into the wind.

Kamukura sighed, he really needed to help “Hajime”, but he refused all help from him.

There was only one way he could fix this; he was going to give Nanami a visit.

-

Kamukura is at Nanami’s front door, he knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Her voice came through the walls.

He let himself inside, he phased through the door. Nanami didn’t look up from her game, “I said come in!”

“I’m right here, Nanami.”

She gasped but didn’t look up from her game. “Based on the voice, I’m gonna say you’re Kamukura-kun, right? I mean Hinata-kun can’t get inside without opening my noisy door, I think.”

“Yes, it’s me.” He stood in the doorway, unmoving.

Nanami beat the level and looked up from the screen, “you can sit down wherever, I don’t care.”

Kamukura looked around, and Nanami looked back at her screen. He decided to sit on the ground across from her.

“So… Why did you come and see me?” A scream came from the console, “you haven’t done what before. It’s always me taking my time to speak to you.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been focused on other things.”

“You don’t have to apologize, we’re friends, I understand.” She smiles, “I know you don’t think of those things anyways, probably.” A horn sound came from her game, she looked up at him. “So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“I wanted… Your help.” Nanami looked back down at her game, but he knew she was listening. “It’s about Komaeda, and I suppose “Hajime” too.”

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s a related subject then?”

“Yeah, it’s linked. Do you remember what happened in the funhouse? When Komaeda showed up out of nowhere, berating “Hajime”?”

A slashing sound came from the console, “oh yeah, of course. It was unsettling, to say the least. I mean he found out almost everything and took out his anger on Hinata-kun.”

Kamukura’s face relaxed, “yes. Well, “Hajime” didn’t take it well.” He’s been locking everything out, you noticed, I’m sure.”

She nods.

“He has locked me out too. Our mental link has lessened, and I’m… Worried about him.”

Nanami paused her game and looked at Kamukura.

“It must be very serious, I’m sorry Kamukura-kun.” She sighs, “I know Hinata-kun better than anyone else here, probably. He’s hard-headed, but he’s very emotional. It’s not a bad thing, he just can’t think things through when he gets too overwhelmed.”

“Yes… It’s been difficult to reach through to him.” He sighs, “He doesn’t want to think about who I am or what we went through. I want him to know these memories aren’t a bad thing. They aren’t from a good time, but it’s our memories.”

“Wow, I never excepted that from you. Maybe from Hinata-kun, I guess he was a bigger influence on you than I thought.” She smiles, “maybe you two aren’t as separate as everyone thinks.”

“That is part of it, yes.”

“What’s the other part?”

“Seeing all the remnants from before they became brainwashed gave me a new perspective. They don’t seem as predictable as before… Especially Komaeda.”

She giggled, “yeah, he’s a… umm… Eccentric. Like he’s odd, but he’s nice. He stands out pretty easily.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant.” He paused, “do you know about anything that happened after you died?”

“Well, I was given all of the information and Future Foundation files for the remnants, plus some key events for everything. So I have the jist of it, but I don’t like know many details, I think.”

“You didn’t have much information about me then.”

“Nope. Only your interactions with Enoshima-san, but even those are sparse. There are some mentions of you being around other remnants, aiding them since you were ordered to. Not too many of those events were recorded though, Future Foundation couldn’t keep up with everything.” She clicks her tongue, “also, you were in Towa after Enoshima-san died, but we don’t know what you did there. And that’s it.”

“You kept a close eye on the genocide in Towa, you never noticed what I was up to.”

“Hmm… What were you doing?”

“I hung around Komaeda and the Warriors of Hope. It was a way to pass time while I was thinking over… Setting this game up.”

“Oh.” She looked over his shoulder, “so is that why you’re more focused on him.”

He gave her a blank expression, but it felt shy.

She giggled, “oh, did you want to talk about it?”

“Perhaps…”

She smiled wider and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Well, I’m concerned he’ll die soon. The fact that I don’t want that to happen, is strange.” He looks at his hand, “I never was meant to feel this way.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” He looked into her eyes, she was determined. “It doesn’t matter what others think you should do or are capable of. What matters is what you want to do, and what you want to try to do.”

Kamukura stayed silent after that, and Nanami silently sat with him. She never picked up her game until he left.

-

Kamukura has connected to “Hajime” again, but this is not the way he wanted it to happen.

Komaeda was dead.

He felt “Hajime’s” distress, and it made him panic. It was feelings he has never felt before, it was too overwhelming. Kamukura thought maybe, he was *too* connected to “Hajime” now.

“Hajime” sat next to the body, and the survivors stood behind him in shock. Yet, he didn’t acknowledge them. Kamukura sat next to “Hajime”, staring into Komaeda’s eyes.

Nanami crotched next to them, “hey, are you doing okay?”

She was talking to both of them, but it was “Hajime” who responded. “Have I ever been okay since I got here?”

“No… But you know what I mean, probably.”

“Yeah… Sorry Nanami… I’ll be fine. I just need to investigate and get this over with. I can grieve later…” He stood up, but still had his focus on the body.

Nanami stayed with Kamukura. She nudged him, making him look up at her.

“I will be fine too…”

“Hajime” scratched the back of his head, he looked confused. “Nanami..?”

Nanami stood up and smiled sadly, “okay… That will be good for now.”

-

Hinata was back in the dark room, but the door was already open. He stepped slowly, and looked into the room before entering.

Shadow looked up at him, his face was completely visible. His red eyes still made Hinata feel ill.

“Hello, Hajime.”

“You…” He walked into the room, and stood in front of the table. “Why is the door open?”

“It based on how open you are. A clear metaphor, isn’t it?”

“Don’t be fucking coy with me! I don’t *feel* open. What does that *even* mean?!”

“Kamukura” folded his hands on the table, “it means you wanted to talk to me. You are having a spiral, and are questioning everything.”

“Yeah, no shit. After seeing the people I consider to be closest with dying on the same day would make me spiral and question shit. Fuck you.”

“Hajime, please, I am also mourning for them. They are just as important to me as they are to you.” He leans in, “please, we should talk about this. I think it’s time to share everything to get the full picture.” He sighs, “I want the best for you, I want you to know.”

“What’s with the vulnerability? Usually, you’re like… Detached and emo…” He sat down slowly, “it’s like kinda scaring me.”

“Do you remember the Kamukura Project?”

Hinata stared at him, eyes wide. “N-no… I-”

“It’s okay to remember. The memoires aren’t a prison.”

Hinata breathed out and closed his eyes, “it’s you, right? It’s how I died… For a promise of talent… I didn’t even get to survive to see it.”

“Hmm, yes. I’m sorry, Hajime.”

“I wish I could have been you.”

“I wish I could have been you, too.”

Hinata looked up, “why would you want to be a loser like me?”

“You had everything I didn’t, and I envy that. I was never concerned that having emotions and memories would be so dreadful, but after I lived I learned life was boring without them.” He sat straighter, “all I wanted was to be like everyone else, then maybe I could escape the monotony.”

Hinata gaped at “Kamukura”, “seriously? You want to live a normal life? Believe me, it’s boring as hell. Why would you even *want* that?”

“Having every talent makes everything easy, with no effort or love involved. I would be told my art was soulless and my help was meaningless. All because I couldn’t connect with anything emotionally or personally. Humans are social creatures, and I wished I could be a part of that.”

Hinata held his head in his hands and breathed out, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry… I- I didn’t think that’d happen…”

“You cannot change the past.”

“True…”

“Since you remember who I am, do you remember what I am?”

Hinata looked at him, “nah, everything after the surgery is blacked out.”

They spent the rest of the night talking. “Kamukura” told Hinata all about the Incident, the apocalypse afterward, his time as Enoshima’s lapdog, and his time with Komaeda in Towa City.

Hinata had the full picture but he couldn’t believe it, it was all too much.

He had his hands in his lap and was leaning forward. Tears formed in his eyes, and the bags under his eyes were noticeable. “So… We were a terrorist and had a fucked up terrorist family with Komaeda of all people?”

“In layman’s terms, yes.”

“Fuck okay…” He bonked his head on the table, face down. “I don’t want to know…”

-

Even when he already knew everything, her words stabbed his soul.

He was the mastermind, the one who put him and all his friends through Hell.

It was never your fault.

Hinata turned around and saw “Izuru” behind him.

“What…? You… “Izuru”…” He rubbed his eyes, “why are you here? What’s happening-?” He holds his chest, “why is my heart beating so fast?”

“Izuru” grabbed onto Hinata’s shoulders and squeezed, “you’re having a panic attack.”

“Huh…?” He looked at his trembling hands, “oh fuck great.”

“It will be okay Hajime, we’ll be okay.”

“Easy for you to say, like fuck you planned this fucked up killing game”

“Izuru” stayed silent for a while, “yes… I wanted to see which was better; hope or despair.”

“That’s fucking dumb, and you know it.” He pushed “Izuru” away, “I just wish you’d leave me alone for a minute…”

-

Hajime was gone.

Kamukura was alone in a dark space, but it was different than the one in his head. Like he was inside a computer breaking apart, and he was.

He walks around for a while, but it was meaningless; there wasn’t anything of note. Only glitching out scenery and voices of dead classmates.

“Kamukura-kun…?”

He whipped his head in the direction of the sound, no one should know he exists. It wasn’t Enoshima, she wouldn’t say it so… Genuine. His eyes widened, it was Komaeda. He looked completely fine like he was still alive.

“Komaeda, how are you here?”

He looked side to side, “I don’t really know where ‘here’ is in all honesty…” He smiled, “but I’m glad to see you again!” He steps forward and grabs Kamukura’s hands, “I know it’s presumptuous to say, but I missed you, my Kamukura-kun…”

He looked up at the other man. “You remember me.”

“Hmm?” He looked up and into his eyes, “of course I do. How could I forget someone like you?”

“Dying traumatized your brain enough to remember everything, right?”

He smiled brightly, “you always are.” He held Kamukura’s hands closer to his chest, “did you find out what won?” His eyes started to swirl, and his smile looked creepier.

“No…”

His smile drops slightly, and his eyes go blank, “I see… Well, that doesn’t matter now. Hinata-kun and the ultimates are figuring that out now, right?”

“Yes.”

His smile returns and the grip on Kamukura’s hands tighten. “My plan to get rid of all the ultimate despairs failed… It’s a pity… Although, our original plan is going swimmingly.” He steps closer to Kamukura, but only their intertwined hands separate their chests. “I’m sorry I went off script… My memory is awful normally, but this time I have a pretty good excuse, huh?” He giggles and puts his arms around his shoulders, “you are acting different than normal… Did something happen?”

Kamukura rests his forehead on Komaeda’s, “being in this game has made me reclaim lost emotions and memories…”

“Oh..?”

“It’s due to the programming forcing Hajime to return, we have merged in a way. Although, not completely.”

“Hmm, sounds rough on both of you. I mean I know both of you well, or at least I like to think I do. Maybe saying that is too pompous of me…”

“No, you’re right… You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

“Wow, you’re really different now… I’m surprised you would even say that to me of all people.”

“I always thought it… It just never felt necessary to say.”

“Hmm…” He plays with Kamukura’s hair with his fingers, “I find that unbelievable, but you’ve never lied to me before… And I would never imply that you ever would either! However…” He smiles, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“You’re acting different than normal too.”

“Hmm… I suppose I am.” He laughs, “maybe we both had some clarity in this simulation. Was hell to get through though… I’ve been thinking a lot since I read those files and now…” He holds Kamukura tighter and puts his head on his shoulder and whispers, “I wish we didn’t have to choose who wins.”

Kamukura’s eyes widen, “you don’t want to prove if hope or despair prevails anymore?”

“Shush… Don’t tell anyone…” He giggles, “maybe I trust you too much… But I can’t help it…”

Komaeda felt a sudden shift, there were arms around his waist and he was being held closely. He leaned back, and was met with the same face, but how he sported short, white hair.

“Hinata-kun..? No wait, is that you Kamukura-kun?”

“I’m both of them.” He had this voice that echoed in Komaeda’s head, it was truly beautiful. “I think you’re right.”

“Right..? About what?”

He held the man closer and looked into his eyes. It was a strange thing for Komaeda, neither of these men gave him much eye contact. Those red eyes were analytical like before but now they had this hopeful determination in them. Komaeda could look into those eyes for hours.

“Hope and despair don’t really matter, don’t they?”

“What…?”

“Don’t act all coy with me. I was there when you said it…”

“Hmm… There’s the Hinata-kun I know…” He smiled and it was genuine this time.

He scoffed, “I never really went away.”

“It felt like you did…” He grabbed Hinata’s face, “I missed you…”

“Uhuh… Missed you too.”

Komaeda giggles, “I’m sure you did.”

Hinata’s thoughts were clearest than they had ever been. Even when he tried, he couldn’t completely shut out Kamukura. He knew there was no division between the two of them.

He was Hajime Hinata, even if he was called Izuru Kamukura: he was still *him*.

He is Hajime Hinata.

The future was mysterious and unknown, yet that meant you could do anything with it. You could crave your own path and your own personal future.

They all heard it: future.

It was the hope for a change. It was not some muddled and glorified hope or despair, but a real tangible thing.

A second chance for the fallen.

[manyblinkinglights]

Ok I’m just not gonna “support” exporting animations from Blender in the godforsaken fbx. We are all going to pose these things in Unity and we are going to like it.

I may need to adjust the script. If I clone the Humanoid spine and PUT it on the, whatever, then everything will be fine(?). Like the issue is rn people can change a quad’s neck, now the SpineAgain is being the base of a quad neck and is thus different from the Spine. and SOMETHING in here has to hop from Humanoid Spine to SpineAgain, or, idk what is going precisely where because I’m in the bath, but that’s the issue. I think—ok I think maybe if you hit the quadneck buttons, I need to generate a new transform on the Humanoid core’s Spine, oriented like your SpineAgain (quadneck). And then have that new transform replace the Spine everywhere.

Yes! Structs will fix this. I can easily fix this!!! That will indeed be the fix for this.

Other than that ppl r just gonna hve to pose this shit in Unity yeah. :/ I would hve to make SUCH an elaborate mask to wrestle animations out of fbxes…

Maybe I should make the mask though. :/ Even so, there would be some prep work involved in making your Blender poseclone. Because the damned Unity side one lost the Blender naming scheme somewhere along the way. Maybe I should update the script to match the Blender naming scheme but then I’d have to fix the Hierarchy on all my ZILLIONS of FUCKING utility animations. Probably easier for the handful of ppl who’ll ever do it to just tweak their Blender poseclones a little instead.

[ajoytobeheld]

Love, peace, and harmony, or: how I fell in love with The Courteeners

March 26th, 2009

Two years ago, it seemed I bumbled around interviews talking about how much I hated specific bands. It’s not that I like those bands now, I just realise how stupid a topic of conversation it is. It wasn’t entirely my fault. A lot of music journalists (primarily in the UK) very much saw LC! as fitting a gap they had, and so a lot of interviews we did were primarily intended to get us to talk about how British music was in a rut, ‘lad rock’ sucked and how nobody else ‘got it’ like we did. I guess we found it edgy and exciting at the time, to be seen (even by just a few) as being renegades, but now it’s mostly a little embarrassing.

Last night I went to see Morrissey play at Webster Hall. The Courteeners opened up. The Courteeners rose to prominence (?) in the summer of 2007 I think. We were in the US for that time, and when we got back from the UK and I saw some magazine with them on the cover (NME, maybe?), I had no idea who they were. I felt like my Grampy.

I stood on the balcony, watching their set, right next to their parents. After every song, a gent who I think was probably the singer’s father, wooped “come on Liam! Give it to ‘em”. Exactly like my dad does when he watches us play (sometimes my Dad calls me Liam). And the mothers danced and clapped along out of time. And smiles didn’t leave their faces the whole half an hour (The crowd’s reaction to the band was indifferent. It was always going to be though, because Morrissey fans don’t want to see anybody but Morrissey, do they?). The parents looked so proud. And that feeling of being thousands of miles from home, watching your sons play their songs in front of a couple of thousand people in New York City, cannot and will not be beaten, I’d imagine. And the feeling of seeing your parents that proud is pretty rad too. So yeh, I’m making even more of an effort not to slag bands any more. Because we are all our parents’ children, or something, and it’s fucking boring, and it’s much more productive to talk about the positives, anyway. RIGHT BLOGGERS!?

ANYWAYS, MOZ.

Was good. Here are some notes:

$9 for a bottle of beer is fucking disgusting Webster Hall. As if a $75 ticket wasn’t insult enough.

Opening with ‘This Charming Man’. Can’t remember being overcome by such uncontrollable smiles in a long time.

Morrissey’s band is amazing. The five of them were never completely overshadowed by Moz. Surges to the front of the stage, rockstar poses, balancing guitars on their heads. It was a SHOW!!

I watched an episode of Home Movies on my iPod whilst waiting for the music to start. It was the Pizza Club one. Really good episode.

Idiot man at the bar: “what is this spoken word stuff playing? Who put this on?”. MORRISSEY PUT IT ON, YOU R-TARD!

Morrissey: I think you should wear a belt. Middle aged men in light denim without a belt just makes me think of Clarkson.

Might get quiff.

One of the worst practices in the music biz: making support bands price match the headlining band’s merch. Come on guys.

Morrissey has a PETA stall traveling on tour with him. This is the coolest thing I have ever seen Moz, well done. But when are you gonna go vegan? [citation needed]

Watching people try to get onstage to touch Morrissey is the closest thing to religion I have ever experienced. I’m gonna try to touch Morrissey when we play at Coachella.

At the back of the balcony, too far away to see, girls ballroom style danced, together. Amazing.

Here’s a clip of Moz playing ‘How Soon Is Now’. It’s only about 60 seconds long, because it suddenly dawned on me:

“I am at a Morrissey concert, and I’m taking a really shit quality video, watching the song through an inch square screen, so I can put it on my blog, what the fuck am I doing, LOOK WHAT I’VE BECOME!! I am here alone, this song is SO TOTALLY ABOUT ME!! Work with it.“.

[sundrenched-smilez]

Fire team

HI I RECENTLY FINISHED SCVI SO I WILL BOT B SPOILERED SBYMORE BY NEW POKEMON HERE IS MY FIRE TEAM!!!!

we have!!!!

Silvercoat Ethel (Xenoblade Chronicles 3) my sweet edgy swordswoman who is just,,, SO gender 😍😍 I love her so much I wanna look like her 🤤🤤 she's my knight and will pose with me for when I'm feeling more punk, and she's always protected me when I felt vulnerable 😔😔

my physical charizard bc one time I read "physical charizards are scary" and I poured everything into making a personal nightmare. Tough claws adds a multiplier to all fang/claw/punch moves, I believe!!! so my sweet sweet charizard can rend the hell out of you

my goth witchy typhlosion from my time in Hisui!!! she helps me brew potions and elixirs, and helps me work on my magic when need be. very helpful around the cauldron nods nods

fuck wait.... hhjhhgggg.....,

C L O W N

we also have willow!!! my shiny chandelure bc every time I play b/w, I find a shiny litwick like right off the back, we are just meant to be friends!!!! she helps light up my room, and I always make sure to put different scented candles in her holders, and to nurture her flames, keep her glass clean, and her heart full 💕💕🔥

you've met jockstrap, my lesbian bunny jock dyke!!! we cuddle at night and she's always by my side, and we're always challenging eachother physically, to build ourselves up!!! I always keep her favorite fireproof soccerball I'm my bag so we can play whenever we want :~)) my esb (emotional support bunny) we have matching jackets!!! : DD mine is a bomber, theirs is a letterman, and I have boots that r bunny feet shaped like hers, w matching colors (red heels/toes, the rest that nice dark blue she's got in her fur)

Smoldering Cammuravi (also xbc3!!) is another knight of mine!! valiant and protective, he uses his psychic abilities to help keep my mind calm when I'm anxious or about to have a panic attack/otherwise panic. him and ethel are soulmates and love eachother dearly, and they're not-so-bitter rivals, who always have fire in their eyes, burning for eachother. they'll fight eachother to the brink of exhaustion, and this is apparently to be expected between the two kinds of Pokemon, but it seems that it's an extreme case with these two. however, no matter how badly they're hurt, they always look after eachother, and they fight even stronger together :~)) sometimes cammuravi will wrap his pauldrons around me to act as a weighted blanket

[pillareternal]

clickbait magical realism

(Originally from my old blog, which i'm not gonna use any time soon. Edited to fit my more recent sensibilities. Told you I'll be blogging for real)

I. Clickbait

The 10's were weird.

Looking back, there's definitely a cultural divide between the current decade--however short it is--and the past. It truly feels like a different world, even though I lived through it. I'm a zoomer, for fuck's sake. I shouldn't feel that old.

Anyway, one of the main things that stuck out to me during that time was our relationship with "clickbait" and obviously fake information. Sometimes it's a joke. Sometimes it's just cynical ploy for traffic. Sometimes people actually believed their own chicanery. Compared to the societal dangers that it poses today, it's more of a curiosity at best. At worst, it's just annoying. Most of these observations are andecdotal.

Enter the scrolling app. Ever-infinite streams of microblogged content offer images and stories that are, at first glance, plausible enough to be true. Life-hacks, weird facts about anything, interesting takes, cool destinations that you'll never see, things that you might never see again as a passive observer until maybe your friend reshares it to you. The ephemeral, slapdash nature of these "informative" posts and memes become folklore, in the oldest and totalizing sense.

The transition period towards the current behavioral trends under Web2 demonstrated how much of our imaginations ran wild. Online platforms hungry for ad revenue just shell out hundreds and thousands of posts on technological optimism (if it wasn't Elon pre-Grimes, it's Yanko Designers back when they were huffing Dahir İnşaat's paint), pictures of places all over the world, and digital folk stories. Perhaps, like a Tlön-esque tulpa, these posts eventually created a bleeding effect; where bullshit just became accepted as "real, i guess". Media literacy lacking, a good chunk of these sensationalist drivel came off as semi-plausible.

Tumblr wasn't safe from sensationalism. Alongside the fan content, original works and cringe (now weaponized against "twitter refugee crisis") sit quirky trivia; some of it true, but filled to the brim with sensational bait ranging from common misconceptions such as "grass screams when they die" to straight up myths like Alexandria's Genesis. Add to it the reblog-addled culture jam of collaborative improvization (somehing that would only be replicated truly by TikTok's duet feature), the userbase of the platform at the time, and the fact that posts are also shared in other sites like facebook, it wasn't long until the site began adding to the internet's growing aggregate folklore.

Outside of Tumblr, scrolling apps and messageboards have a different crowd and different ethos. There were a lot of posts, images and videos (some of them altered for clickbait fodder) that catered to sensational shock and awe. Sharebait trivia and touching narratives are not the playground of the users, mostly passive observers and by design unable to garner a wide audience, but by the scores of mods behind these faceless pages with a match to burn. You wouldn’t believe what’s inside this microhome! The underground rainforest found within a Mexican Sinkhole! I made my own touchscreen mirror! Not to mention the endless top 10 lists that border on paranormal/conspiracy that caters to boomers and third world country users.

They offered a more mainstream kind of fantasy to the real world it purports to report on. In places like 9gag and Facebook where these posts are sandwiched in between #relatable comics and memes, they are made more to invoke the fantastic, like a Ripley’s Believe it or Not or a Guinness Book of Records kind of deal. In a general sense, these fascinating showcases of weird but believable sights in our world (like Son Doong cave and Inca bridges), got lumped in with the straight up historical revisionism (“and that kid was Albert Einstein.”), extremely cheesy sentimental love stories, and also like, really gobsmack pop science futurology, like the misleading “true shape of the planet”.

Looking back at these phenomena, most of these things felt like a surrealist alternate history. But perhaps, for the boomer user and also most internet users in the global south, its a source of wonder.

To those majority of enamored users, these posts, however misleading and overhyped as they are, doesn’t simply form an escape from reality; it expands on it, in a very absurd but plausible (to them) way. As the internet was our gate to the world, these folk-loric streams of content became our almanac, our view of the outside. In this blend of clickbait and reality, it paints a picture of a world where, while diverse and sometimes unpredictable as our real world, it feels like it exists in the minds of mainstream comic book writers.

Every narrative, slightly photoshopped image, and other fascinating things popping in our feeds tends toward a hollywood-esque mishmash of our everyday existence. It’s a 90’s blockbuster universe, where cryptids are real, historical figures become superheroic, flying cars are becoming closer to reality, the illuminati survives in secret, theophanies and paranormal events are an everyday thing, and crystals can heal.

II. Magical Realism

Magical Realism is a literary genre that delves within that broad spectrum of weird to absurd while being somewhat working around the gravity of the real world. Your Forrest Gumps and Big Fishes. Your Midnight’s Children and Life of Pi. Heck, maybe some Foucault’s Pendulum while you’re at it. They all point towards the fantastical in the face of the mundane, being short of becoming full on fantasy by making it interact/align with the laws of reality which dulls in comparison to it. This is how you get things like coming across an carnivorous mangrove island populated by meerkats after fleeing Emergency-era India or a mentally-impaired man managing to be the center of attention in Cold War-era America. In cases of more fantasy oriented elements such as those in Pan’s Labyrinth, it treats it with hitting you with the cold hard reality of the setting; ie. Falangist Spain.

The Magical Realism of early 2010s clickbait internet is grounded on reality by way of how conflicting and contradictory it is to itself. Politics and conspiracy perhaps played a part. I could see the Illuminati/New World Order shit on youtube, the Zeitgeist Project, the Venus Project, early meme culture (hell yeah buoye fuckin inject those photoshopped image macros to my veins) to be precursors of this phenomena, today becoming dime a dozen watered down and compartmentalized to cater to specific audiences. You’ll rarely see posts about the “eco-friendly solar powered technoparadise” of Rwanda from your sustainable living adventure Facebook friend being in the same league as a video made for Brazilian evangelists talking about Jesus’ face appearing on a bowl of soup nowadays.

In most respects, the early clickbait-fueled viral internet of the first half of the 2010s might perhaps be the most immersive piece of Magical Realism yet. Unintentional, organic, user/profit driven. Unlike its contemporaries, however, by its nature it doesn’t have an overarching theme. It doesn’t need to. At the end of the day, it’s just social media shitting out half-real information to our eyeballs to be sacrificed to the attention economy. Perhaps that’s what it is.

III. It's still going

In hindsight, the personalized nature of the internet fostered in the same forges as the Magical Realist phenomena is now seen as a detriment against liberal institutions. On the radicalization of modern politics, the “conspiracy singularity” and the rise of cultish populist authoritarianism, where deliberate disinfo on the lower classes with limited (but not total lack of) internet exposure has become the culprit. Talking about its implications would be a discussion that everyone and their dog has already pointed out (and validly unnerved about). Hell, most of this shit has moved to TikTok, where it's now getting mixed in with actual new age and ancient aliens woo.

Either way, the older sensationalist internet emains fascinating to me. It’s the place where we mindlessly believed random bullshit on the internet and found a world confirming the wild weirdness and adventure that we’ve seen in our pre-online media. If things haven’t become as social media-driven as we are today, how much of this aestheticized sensationalised world remain?

[babblydrabbly]

Two Can Play (Rick Flag x Reader)

𝚁𝙵𝙱 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍: Sexting

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Rick Flag x F!Reader (Established relationship)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1k+

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Language. Mentions of violence. Sexting. Kissing.

𝙰/𝙽: The thirst continues.

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: Explicit, nsfw.

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @rickflagbingo

You really should have known better than to mess with a man who specializes in counter attacks.

Rick's standing with his back to the wall on the other side of the presentation room when his phone buzzes in his pocket. You watch as his brow furrows, eyes still on Waller's presentation up on the big screen as he takes it out discreetly.

[You] $10 says Blackguard's going to ask the dumbest question you've ever heard.

Rick's face doesn't betray anything as he glances over at you from across the room. You, however, have to hide your smile behind your clipboard, turning back to the screen.

[R. Flag] No bet. When doesn't he.

He's barely pressing send when Hertz raises his hand from his seat, giving Waller a wave when she attempts to ignore him.

"Yes, Hertz?" She finally gives in.

"If this place is so impenetrable, how're we supposed to get in?"

Boomer snorts from up in the back seats. "Probably with the fuckton of C4 we're s'pposed to lug all the way there, dickhead."

You bite your lip, eyes shooting over to Rick again, who has the diligence to not break into the slightest smile. He does however roll his eyes minutely, returning your silent look. Your heart gives a little flutter when your phone buzzes again.

[R. Flag] Jesus Christ.

[You] You really let him run around with guns out there, huh.

[R. Flag] Hasn't tripped and blown his own brains out yet.

Rick watches as you have to hold your clipboard up higher, your shoulders shaking a little. That gets the corner of his mouth to turn up in a small smile.

You turn your attention back to Waller for awhile after that, fingers still itching to shoot the Colonel another text. It had been like this for months, your little exchanges with him peppering your weekdays at Argus. You swallow and look around to make sure no one is paying attention to you when you pull up your camera roll, still hesitant to press send when you find the picture you're looking for.

[You] You know what I was thinking? I think we haven't had date night in awhile.

Your simple text has Rick arching a brow down at his hand. But before he can reply, another message from you hits him. Rick's eyes widen, phone flying back into his pocket reflexively, as if someone might have seen.

You're posing with the camera aimed at yourself from the neck down, the flash illuminating your skin— a lot of it. You're holding the cups of your lacy bra over your breasts — barely — the straps limp against your shoulders, the clasps clearly undone as the garment hangs by just your palm. You're pressing your knees together as you sit on a bathroom counter, and Rick knows even from just looking at it for a millisecond that it's his bathroom. Your matching panties are low on your hips, peaking from in between your squeezed thighs.

Rick's eyes flit over to you for a moment, his mouth pressed into a line. You pointedly keep your eyes on the Wall's screen, suddenly interested in the briefing.

[R. Flag] When the fuck did you take that?

[You] I stopped by while you were on your last mission. Missed you.

[R. Flag] Yeah? What'd you get up to by yourself?

[You] Slept on your side of the bed. Thought about you for most of the night. Really pictured you there with me.

Rick runs a hand through his hair. He gives it a moment before he looks back down at his phone, stepping over behind another operative so that no one sees him paying more attention to his hands than Waller.

[R. Flag] And what was I doing, exactly.

[You] What weren't you doing to me?

Rick huffs to himself under his breath. He shifts his weight onto his other foot, flashing you a glance before looking back down at his phone. It takes longer than you expect for his next reply, as if he's considering his message carefully. Finally, you look down with eager eyes at what he might say next.

Only it isn't a worded message, but an image downloading onto your screen. You blink, waiting for it to load, until suddenly it appears.

You inhale so sharply you choke. Florence arches a brow at you as you pat your chest, shooting her an apologetic smile. From across the room, you can see the grin Rick Flag is smothering behind a closed fist.

A little more prepared, you look back down at the picture on your screen.

Rick is standing in front of the same bathroom counter featured in your selfie, but instead of pointing the camera at himself, he's pointing it at the mirror. You can see the sly smirk at the top of the image, the rest of his face cut off from view. He's wearing nothing, clearly fresh out of the shower, his skin still glistening as he holds his phone in one hand and in his other—

You press your back against the wall as you get a good look at Rick's hand wrapped around the base of his thick, hardened cock, the head glistening with a bead of precum. You notice it now, how his chest is flushed in the picture, the muscles of his abdomen pulled tight as he flexes into his firm grasp.

You turn off your phone screen, clearing your throat quietly as the meeting goes on, everyone oblivious. Everyone except the smug asshole now chuckling to himself from the corner of your vision.

"How long have you been keeping that one to yourself?" You hiss later, in between fevered kisses. Rick presses a smile against your lips, hitching your legs up around his waist.

Your eyes flit over to the bathroom door. Rick moves to kiss your neck unhurriedly, tongue dragging over the sharp dip of your collarbone, making you stifle a moan.

"Don't worry. Already locked it." He says, his deep voice echoing off the empty Argus bathroom walls.

You tug at the short hair of his temple, pulling his head away firmly. "You're the worst."

"Yeah?" He leans back, leveling you with a heavy-lidded look, his kiss-swollen lips now shining. "You didn't like my reply? Cuz I was thinkin' maybe you might've loved it."

He pointedly rolls his hips against yours, the friction making you rock up to meet him. You shift yourself atop the lip of the sink, squeezing your thighs together so that he has to step closer to you.

You scoff, flushing. "Just shut up and fuck me."

A low, hungry sound leaves Rick's throat at the demand as his mouth returns to kiss your neck. The image flashes behind your closed eyelids again— That smug smile, and that full length you were aching for now. Rick nearly jumps when you rip the button to his uniform pants open, your hand slipping inside faster than he can get the zipper undone.

"Yeah," Rick drawls. He nips at your bottom lip, smirk returning. You gasp into his mouth when his fingers press to the wet fabric of your panties, his teasing touch sliding up your lips slowly. "You loved it."

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Wooyoung- Soulmate (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, angst, suggestive, fantasy au.

Pairing: Werewolf!Wooyoung x witch!reader

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: Profanities, death by magic, making out.

Using a vine, you tied the last aconitum to a tree which was a few meters away from your cottage. You chanted a spell on it, enhancing its scent that fortunately did not have any effects on your species.

You have been doing this everyday before twilight to keep a new pack of rogue wolves away from you. You don't know how they managed to find you, considering you lived only a kilometer away from another pack that had a strong reputation. But they were rogue wolves, after all: they didn't care about another pack's territory.

Proceeding back to your house, you immediately washed your hands with some fenugreek water. You took off your raven-black cloak, draping it on a wooden chair. You made your way over to one of your cauldrons, expecting to see the beautiful blue color of the potion you were brewing for a goblin in exchange of some seeds of an extremely rare plant.

Carefully lifting the heavy lid off the hot pot, you frowned at the pink hue of the liquid, wondering where you went wrong. You tried to recall every single step you made.

"Shit, I forgot to add delphinium!" you groaned, running to your storage room to get the flowers. Unfortunately, you ran out of it. You sighed in frustration, realizing your potion would spoil if you didn't add the flowers in the next two hours.

You quickly lit the candle of a lantern before wearing your cloak. You grabbed a straw basket and put your shoes on. You had to get into the nearby pack's territory to get the flowers and you hoped you wouldn't run into any trouble tonight with the werewolves.

You carefully made your way through the forest, wary of your surroundings. You have never gone out after dusk to collect any supplies. It was really dangerous for you to leave home at such a time, especially when there were rogue wolves seeking to kill you. Even though you had enough magic within you to kill a werewolf, you were no match for a pack.

You traversed through the forest, coming to a small meadow in the middle of it. You looked around for the delphinium, delighted to find it faster than you expected. You took a knife from your pocket to cut the stem of the plant, placing the flowers in your basket.

A snap of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly whipped around to the source. You could make out two large figures in the distance, their yellow eyes glowing in the dark while they leered at you.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath. When you saw them coming closer to you, you started to run once you realized they were rogue wolves. You could use a spell to set them on fire, but you needed to be in an open space with no trees around as the fire could spread.

You ran as fast as you could, dashing through plants and leeping over small streams, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You mentally cursed yourself when you saw the Ateez pack houses in the distance, realizing you ran in the opposite direction from your cottage. You kept running anyway until you reached the open area where the pack was, already on high alert. Three of them in their wolf forms, ready to attack any creature that poses a threat to them.

You swiftly turned around, chanting a spell that set the two rogue wolves on fire before they could reach you. The wolves howled and whimpered loudly while they burned, meeting their death in just a few minutes, leaving only their bones and ashes.

You fell to the ground, trying to calm down your heavy breathing. Certain spells such as this one really drained your energy.

"You have violated the territory rules, witch," you heard one of the wolves from the Ateez pack say. Glancing around, you noticed that you seemed to have interrupted their bonfire party.

"I had no choice and you know it," you said, glaring at one of the omegas of the pack while trying to get up. Your arm was burning, and you pushed your cloak aside, revealing a large cut that you must've gotten from running through the plants. You were too drained to chant another spell to heal yourself.

You could feel a light tug at your heart, pulling you in a certain direction. You turned to see another werewolf who was staring at you with an unreadable expression, a female wolf seated on his lap. Your heart instantly filled with hurt and anger. You weren't naive; you could tell you were the wolf's mate. Although you have heard of cases where a werewolf had a mate of a different species, you certainly weren't expecting that to be your case. You wouldn't admit it, but a part of you was thrilled to find your mate. However, you were sure he didn't feel the same way; he would never accept a witch as his mate.

"I asked you something, witch," you heard the alpha say, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You turned to look at the alpha of Ateez's pack. "I'm sorry, what did you ask?"

"Are you deaf? I asked why you trespassed into my pack's territory."

You raised an eyebrow. "Are you blind, mutt?" The werewolves in their wolf forms growled at the way you addressed their alpha, but you ignored them. "I just got chased by some rogue wolves. You claim that half of the forest belongs to your pack, but you can't even get rid of the rogues. At this point, I might just do your job for you," you said, pointing to the ash and bones of the two rogue wolves you killed. You knew the wolves would hate to hear how you managed to do something they were struggling to do. After all, they hated your kind with every fibre of their being.

"Mind your words when you speak to us, witch," the beta stated, voice laced with venom. You only rolled your eyes in response, picking up your basket that slipped from your hands. You pulled the hood of your cloak lower and bowed to the pack. You took one last look at your... mate. He's stunning, was all you thought before proceeding to go back to your cottage, hoping deep-down that you'd see him again.

"What's up with you, bro?" San asked his bestfriend, plopping down beside him and Yunho on the couch. "You've been... different this past week. I've never seen you this quiet."

Wooyoung sighed, knowing he couldn't keep a secret anymore from his packmates. "The witch..."

"What about her?" Yunho questioned.

Wooyoung gulped, fiddling with his fingers. "Well, she's my mate." Both San and Yunho's eyes widened while they stared at Wooyoung like as if he was like an alien.

"What are you gonna do?" Jongho asked, joining the conversation.

"Reject her, of course," Wooyoung replied, his wolf screaming at him but he ignored it. "I don't believe in the whole mate thing, you all know that. Besides, I'm content with hooking up with Chae."

The wolves didn't comment on it, knowing Wooyoung wouldn't agree with the fact that the moon goddess personally chose a witch for him; he refused to believe in such things. The boys could only hope he would make a smart decision before it's too late.

"That's unfair for the witch though," San mumbled, genuinely concerned for you.

Wooyoung shrugged. "She could make a potion or something to forget about me, but I'm sure she wouldn't accept me as a mate either. Anyway..." he got up from the couch, stretching his arms out. "I'm going for a run. Anyone coming?"

"I'll pass," Jongho said.

San shook his head. "Me too. I'm exhausted."

"I'll come," Yunho said with a small smile. "It's been a while."

The two boys made their way to the forest, quickly stripping out of their clothes before shifting into their wolf form.

"Wanna race till the territory borders? I know you'll lose anyway," Wooyoung challenged Yunho through their mind link.

"Oh you're on!" Yunho growled playfully in response, albeit he knew the younger wolf was right. Wooyoung was the fastest runner in the pack.

The two wolves took off into the woods, dashing through giant leaves and jumping over large logs. Yunho pushed Wooyoung to the side, making the smaller wolf lose his balance. He quickly got up, chasing after the older wolf.

Their heightened senses allowed them to smell different flowers and trees, and Wooyoung found himself enjoying a certain scent that he knew he shouldn't be enjoying. He could also smell something unfamiliar mixed with his mate's scent, and he could immediately tell it belonged to a wizard. Without him realizing, he started following his mate's scent, crossing his pack's territory borders despite Yunho's protests.

"Wooyoung, stop! There are rogue wolves! You'll get killed!" Yunho yelled through the mind link. But Wooyoung couldn't stop until he saw you.

He sprinted even faster, your scent getting stronger and stronger. He stopped right in front of your cottage, spotting you just a few feet away, an orb of fire above your palm, ready to attack. The wizard beside you had an arm wrapped around your waist protectively, causing Wooyoung to growl loudly, jealousy and anger clouding his mind.

The familiar scent of your mate made your fire orb disappear. Another wolf that was bigger than your mate appeared. The wolf glanced at you before nudging at the smaller one to leave.

"Are you fucking serious, Woo?" Yunho yelled at the younger wolf. "Alpha is gonna kill us. We have to go now."

Wooyoung only growled and glared at the wizard. "Get your hands off my mate!"

"He can't hear you," Yunho said. "Let's—"

"Then maybe I should show him!" He charged at the wizard.

"Wooyoung, no!" Yunho yelled.

The wizard hit Wooyoung in the stomach with his staff, instantly knocking out the wolf due to the magic laced on it. You were positive he would have some broken bones, knowing how powerful staffs are.

Yunho whimpered, nudging his unconscious packmate, fear evident in his eyes. He knew his packmate was still alive, but he couldn't tell what was happening to him or if he was silently dying. He couldn't take Wooyoung back to their pack if he didn't change back into his human form.

Sensing the older wolf's fear, you carefully moved towards him. "He's not dead," you spoke in the softest voice you could muster. "He's just unconscious due to the magic and may have some broken bones."

"He deserved it," Sejin, the wizard, said. "Your alpha should train him better." Yunho lowered his head in apology, clearly embarrassed.

Sejin turned to you. "I must take my leave now, Y/N. Will you be all right alone with these mutts?"

"Yes, I will be. Don't worry," you said with a smile. Sejin nodded, pulling you into a quick hug before he started his journey back to his own cottage.

You kneeled beside your mate's unconscious wolf, gently stroking his fur. Yunho wanted to change back to talk to you, but he didn't have any clothes.

"How are you going to take him back?" you asked Yunho. He whimpered in response, reminding you that he couldn't communicate with you in his wolf form. "Oh! I'm sorry. Um... do you want to change back to your human form?" you asked and he moved his head up and down. "Okay... I could give you some shorts. Is that all right?" When he nodded again, you quickly ran inside your cottage, finding a pair of your khaki shorts. You chanted a spell on it to make it bigger for the wolf.

You went back outside, giving the shorts to the wolf. He moved behind a tree to change, coming back a minute later.

"I'm extremely sorry about that," Yunho said, scratching his nape. "I don't know what got into him."

"It's okay," you said. "How do you plan on taking him back to your pack?"

"I can't unless he changes back," Yunho sighed. "I'll also need to call my pack here to take him."

"Do whatever you must," you said. "I will give you some rosemary. It will help him gain consciousness."

Yunho nodded and you went into your cottage to bring some rosemary. Taking out a small amount from the jar, you proceeded back to the wolves. You kneeled beside your mate, holding the rosemary above his snout. You chanted a small spell, enhancing its scent. The wolf's ear twitched before he stirred, eyes slowing opening. He whimpered out in pain, eyes filling with tears.

"Wooyoung, you have to change," Yunho urged. "I can't take you home in your wolf form." The wolf huffed in pain, trying his best to change back.

Once he was able to change back, he groaned in pain. "I think my ribs are fucking broken." You looked away from his naked form.

"You're a fucking idiot," Yunho muttered before turning to you. "Thank you, Y/N. I must change and call my pack here to help take him home."

You nodded, sparing one last glance at your mate before going back inside your cottage.

Stirring a new potion you made, you scooped the bright yellow liquid onto your ladle, carefully transferring it into a glass bottle.

You heard a knock at your door. You placed the ladle on the table before making your way to the door. When you opened it, you weren't expecting to see your werewolf mate standing there shirtless. It has been two weeks since you last saw him and you were certain his broken ribs would've healed by now.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned, trying not to look at his toned upper half.

"I had to see you before I go insane," he sighed, making your heart race. "Can I come in?"

You moved aside, letting him in. You closed the door, moving to sit on the leather sofa, your mate following your actions while he glanced around in awe. You waited for him to talk first, but he only stared at you. Wooyoung couldn't help but be stunned by how beautiful you are.

You gently cleared your throat. "So... how are you now?"

"I'm better now," he replied. "Your boyfriend broke three of my ribs."

You snorted. "My boyfriend?"

"The wizard who broke my ribs."

"Yeah, I know who you mean," you remarked. "But he isn't my boyfriend."

Wooyoung's wolf was thrilled with the news. "Didn't seem like that though," he murmured but you heard him.

You raised an eyebrow. "I don't see how that's your problem anyway."

His eyebrows furrowed. "It is. You're my mate."

"Hmm... doesn't seem like that. Wasn't your tongue down some poor human's throat two nights ago?"

Wooyoung gulped, eyes wide, his wolf cursing him. "H-How did you know?"

You chuckled, not really amused. "There are fairies around, you know? They watch everything."

"I did that to forget you," Wooyoung confessed, fiddling with his fingers. "I... couldn't handle seeing you with that wizard. He had his hands on you that day and my wolf just lost it. And I thought you were with him so..." You could see the genuineness in his citrine-colored eyes.

"What about that wolf who was on your lap then?" you questioned.

"I occasionally hook up with her," he said honestly. "I actually didn't believe in the whole mate chosen by the moon goddess thing until I met you. But she did. She just has her fun with me, but she knows one day she'll find her mate and will instantly forget about me... just like how I forgot about her the moment I saw you."

You sat in silence, taking in his words, contemplating on what to do. You weren't a child of the moon like your mate, but surely the moon goddess considers you as one if she chose you as her child's mate. She never chooses wrong.

"So if I accept you as my mate, what is your plan?" you questioned.

Wooyoung's face immediately lit up. "I'll let you choose. You can live with me or I can live with you. I already spoke to my pack and they're more than willing to accept you."

You shook your head. "You're an omega, right? You shouldn't be separated from your pack. I can't leave my house either cause of my work. So how about we just meet each other whenever we have time?"

Wooyoung pouted. "But I wanna see you everyday from when the sun rises to when the moon sets." Your heartbeat sped up rapidly.

"That's twenty-four seven," you murmured, cheeks turning pink.

Wooyoung smirked. "Exactly."

The next two weeks were spent in moving your belongings to Ateez's pack houses. Since every member of the pack had their own house, there was plenty of space for you. Wooyoung even had a large basement which he converted into a workspace for you. The other pack members helped move your herbs and plants too.

After arranging all your jars in your new workspace, you made your way upstairs. This was your first day living with your mate. The wolf was ecstatic, filled with more energy than usual. He was a ball of sunshine, but also a major tease. He was well aware of the effect he has on you. You knew he knew you wanted him badly, and that's why he only teased you, wanting you to make the first move.

Wooyoung was lying down on the couch, engrossed in reading one of your spellbooks. You quietly made your way towards him, but the faint sound of your footsteps caught his attention.

Wooyoung stretched an arm out. "Come lie down with me." You obeyed him, cheeks turning pink while you cuddled up to his side, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his wonderful scent.

After a while, you brushed your lips against Wooyoung's neck, placing a light kiss on his skin. You heard him inhale sharply when you gently sucked on his skin. He tossed the book onto the table, wrapping an arm around you. He lifted you onto his body, and you adjusted yourself so as to straddle his lap.

Wooyoung smirked. "What are you doing, baby?" Your body tingled with the way he called you that.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his before placing a small kiss on his lips. You pulled away, trying to get off him, but he grabbed your hips, pulling you down onto his growing bulge, making you bite your lip.

"You can't tease me like that and leave," he playfully growled, hands moving to grab the exposed skin of your thighs as your dress had moved up.

You narrowed your eyes. "Well, that's what you've been doing to me for two weeks."

He licked his lips. "Yeah, and?" His hands moved up on your thighs.

"And that's not f-fair," you stuttered at the end as his hands moved to your inner thighs, so close to your core. You could already feel your panties sticking to your wettening folds.

Wooyoung took a deep breath. "You smell incredible right now. So eager for me..." you blushed, remembering wolves could smell their mate's arousal the best.

You leaned down, finally connecting your lips to your mate's. Wooyoung kissed you back just as eagerly, unable to hold himself back anymore; he had been waiting for you to make the first move so that he knew you were comfortable with him.

You involuntarily grinded on his hardening bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. His hands moved to grab your ass, moving you back and forth on him in a rapid pace. Your hand slipped under his shirt, and Wooyoung pulled away, one of hands stopping you from touching him.

"Y/N, are you a hundred percent sure you want this?" Wooyoung asked in a soft tone, albeit his wolf was begging him to mark you. "It hasn't been long since we met and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything."

"I want this, Woo," you replied immediately. "I want you."

That was enough for Wooyoung to reconnect your lips, smiling while he kissed you, ready to officially mark you as his.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

heyy! could you do something where your in a poly relationship with Remus and sirius, you’ve been teasing them all day and they just get fed up and they tie you up with a vibrator at the full setting? idk this might be to much detail lmao

Take it

I present to you: Angry hotheaded werewolf and eyeliner wearing dramatic rich boy teaching you a lesson. Pls step on me-

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: 18+

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If there is something you enjoy doing it would be teasing your boys. And today you woke up and chose violence.

Pulling out your skirt you rolled the waistband up to make it shorter, just barely covering your ass. You decided to not wear a bra, but a simple white blouse with your house stitched onto the fabric. Everytime you moved the shirt would ride up to expose some of your skin and your nipples would harden, noticeable if someone would look at your chest. You put on your knee high socks and shoes, grabbing your bag and left to get some breakfast in the great hall.

Arriving there you made your way over to your boys and Remus turned instantly when he smelled your scent, smile dropping into a gape the moment he saw your attire. Sirius followed his point of view and his eyes scanned you body, jaw clenching.

„Hi boys“ you said, voice overly cheerful. „Saved me some?“

„Sure love“ Remus cleared his throat „the plate‘s yours.“

„Great, thanks!“ You gave him a kiss, digging into your food.

Sirius nearly moaned when you held his gaze and licked marmalade off your fingers. He just wants to bend you over and fuck you, wanting to show everyone that you belong to them alone. 

You winked at him, turning your attention to Remus who had been staring as well, a flush on his pale skin.

“You have peanut butter right there” you pointed out at the dazed boy.

“Hm?” His eyes were a little unfocused, staring at your chest. You bit back a smile and leaned forward, kissing it off. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Merlins beard”, James said “keep your private life P-R-V-A-T-E”

“You forgot a letter”, Lily pointed out. 

“Oh really?” James said seductively “You might want to tutor me Evans...”

Lily rolled her eyes and James pouted.

“Even I got embarrassed by witnessing this. Honestly Prongs, step up your game.” Sirius teased, laughing at his friends discomfort.

“Shut your mouth Pads, at least I’m not drooling over someone licking their fingers-”

Sirius cleared his thoat and you made an amused sound when you saw him blush. 

“Oh and Remus, your cup is already empty. Are you trying to slurp the glass through your straw or what?”

Now it was Remus’ time to clear his throat and look away from your tits.

James winked at you and you smirked back, for once your boyfriends decided to stay silent. James had been right after all. Looking down you saw them adjusting their pants and you giggled silently. 

---

„Can you grab the book from my bag I need the instructions“, Remus told you, trying to get the potion right. Sirius was sitting there, blowing spit bubbles.

You smiled to yourself when you heared them gasp as you bend down to get his bag. Turning around you saw them staring at your face, not only flustered but angry as well.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Sirius hissed, pulling you to sit down.

„What?“ You asked innocently. „You don‘t like my panties?“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he immediately corrected himself. „Nonono baby they‘re fine I just-“

Remus grabbed your jaw turning your head to him. „What he‘s trying to say is: Stop acting like a slut and we‘ll drop the punishment.“

You smirked and shook your head. „I‘m not doing anything. You‘re just horny.“

Remus rolled his eyes and gave you a strict look. „Behave.“

„Yes Daddy.“

James screamed as your boys groaned in embarrassment.

„YES WHAT NOW?“

---

You and the girls were sitting by the lake, doing yoga. Fucking Lily and her ideas. It was fun, but way to hot to be doing moves like that. At least that‘s what you thought until you saw the marauders approach.

„What are you doing?“ James asked plopping down next to Lily on the grass.

Sirius and Remus took a seat next to you, sandwiching you in the middle.

„Yoga“ Lily said curtly. „Wouldn‘t expect you to know.“

James huffed. „Of course I know what yoga is. See?“

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw James doing the crow pose. That shit needed some real strength and apparently Lily was impressed as well. You smirked when she blushed a little at the muscles bulging in James‘ arms.

She chose to ignore him and turned back to you. „Right ladies, lets stretch our backs before we continue.“

You smirked when she threw you a wink, knowing about your plan of teasing the guys. You leaned forward, arching your back as you spread your knees a little. Your shorts were pulled taunt over your ass, thong peaking out from the waistband.

„Oh Jesus-“ Remus whispered, pulling his bag on his lap. Sirius‘ mouth fell open and he glared at you when you glanced over your shoulder to give him a coy smile.

---

„That fucking brat is doing it on purpose!“

Remus shot Sirius a bored look. „No fucking shit Pads.“

„God when I saw her this morning I wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw. Did you see how she sucked her fingers?“

Remus groaned. „I was too busy staring at her tits, Pads. Since when is she into yoga?“

Sirius snorted. „Not surprising to be honest, the way she bends when we put her into any position we want.“

„I just want to tie her up and-“

„-make her cum.“

They grinned at each other but quickly shut up when you sat down to eat your dinner. They did nothing more than press a kiss on each cheek and would not once glance your way. You were confused, why the sudden changevin attitude? Normally they would be all over you by now.

You decided to step up your game. You put your hands on their thighs after you finished eating and saw Sirius bite a little to aggressively into his meatballs. Remus stayed indifferent.

Your hands slowly crept higher, now directly over their crotches and Remus took your hand in his, squeezing painfully. You winced, but kept your hand on his lap, feeling him harden under you.

„Right we‘re done, Prongs and Wormtail, look for a place to sleep for tonight.“

James groaned „A-fucking-gain? What are you, 12?“

Remus stood up as well, grabbing your elbow to drag you to their dorm.

Remus shoved you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and kissed you hard. He pushed you back until your head was against the bedpost and straddled your belly, kissing his way down to your bare tits.

„I fantasized about these the entire..fucking..day“ Remus growled out, slapping your breast with every word. You cried out when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing you with his sharp teeth. Sirius bend your knees and spread you open wide, blowing against your swollen clit.

„Ah fuck please!“

Sirius flicked your clit and you yelled in pain, trying to close your legs, not that you could match his strength.

Remus got off and went to his trunk, pulling out your vibrator just as Sirius gathered your wrists in his hand and tied them to the bed.

„Listen pup“ Remus said sharply „Since you think you can jus tease us all day by prancing around like a slut, we‘ll treat you like one.“

You were about to answer but Sirius took the chance to stuff your mouth with your panties.

„Noone asked for your input, puppy.“

Remus put the vibrator on the highest setting and pushed it in as far as he could. He fucked you with it for a few seconds until he found your sweet spot and pounded against it. You were crying out in pleasure, legs shaking and he let go.

Sirius and Remus knelt down on both sides of your legs to keep them open and played with your breasts.

„Look at her pretty tits Moony. I bet they‘re sore already.“

Remus smirked when your eyes teared up at his pinching. „Aw poor baby, must hurt really bad. Does it hurt pretty girl?“

You nodded, eyes glassy as you begged for your orgasm.

„If you cum“ Sirius drawled „we‘ll force more out of you. But if you can hold back, we‘ll give you only as much as you want.“

You glared at Sirius and he laughed as he saw your desperate expression. They knew how impossible that deal was.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But then they decided to make out right there, kissing and moaning into each others mouths so passionately, that you came at the sight. You screamed out your realse, the vibrator not only drilling against your sweet spot but clit as well.

Remus smirked and pulled the panties out as you continued to cry out, trying to get rid of the toy. Sirius pushed it back in and you came again, squirting a little as you nearly passed out from the force.

„Guess you made your choice slut, so you better be a brave little girl.“

You can‘t remeber how many orgasms you had as they ignored your pained cries and whimpers. Was it four? Five?

„Please!“ You wailed „Please enough! Please! Yellow! Yellow!“

Sirius didn‘t take the vibrator out, only lowered the setting and leaned over to pout. „What is it baby, can‘t cum anymore?“

You whined. „Siri please enough! I can‘t!“

Remus chuckled and leaned over as well, stroking your hair gently. „But baby, there is one more. I know there is. Don‘t you wanna make us proud, hm?“

You mewled softly, clenching your legs, but that made the soft hum of the vibrator press directly on your clit.

„Remus“ you whined as he took a hold of the toy, gliding it in and out. Sirius laid down between your legs, spreading them open and kissed you clit softly.

„Sirius“ you gasped „hurts!“

Sirius didn‘t respond, only sucking your clit in his mouth and lapped at it. Remus turned up the setting again and you let out high oitched moans, fucking back against the thrusts.

„Fuck you taste so good baby, c‘mon give me your cum.“

You trembled all over as Remus encouraged you to cum again.

„Let go pup, be our good girl“, Remus cooed, kissing you to keep you silent as you came for the last time, whimpering into his mouth.

„There we go puppy“ Sirius moaned, taking the toy out to lap at your hole. He hummed at the taste, licking everything clean and got up to kiss Remus, sharing your cum.

„I‘m never leaving without a bra again“, you said, panting hard.

The boys gave you mocking grins, prepping your face with kisses until you were breathless.

[elysianslove]

hi! may i request hcs of the haikyuu boys watching/helping their significant other workout? maybe yoga or just a regular workout? would be sweet if it was all of them but i know there are so many, so mainly kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, oikawa and nishinoya <3 thank you!!

hi anon!! i’m sorry i didn’t do all the boys, but i wrote for the specific boys you requested. if you, or anybody else, wants these hc’s for other boys i’d love to do them hehe. hope you enjoy!

kuroo tetsurō

he’s so excited as soon as you’re like “hey wanna work out together”

like his whole body freezes up and then he just

screams

if you’re already like pretty athletic, he makes everything a competition

but doesn’t actually compete

he just wants to watch you 😏

no fr he’ll be like “i bet i can do more squats than you”

and then just doesnt squat and only watches you squat

this mf 😭

he gets way too excited and puts an alarm at 4;30 am to text you/wake you up to go on a run with him

you: see that’s what we’re not gonna do

if you’re not very athletic or you’re just starting to get accustomed to working out

he is so. encouraging

like sickeningly so

tries his best not to overwhelm you and does really basic workouts with you

but also if ur laying face down on the ground crying “i dont wanna do this anymore” he will NOT have any of it

good luck unsubscribing to his services

he just wants to see you succeed 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼

cooks you the best healthy meals you dont even feel like youre missing out on anything

now

yoga

listen he’s so cheeky

he’s so mf TOUCHY

couples yoga with kuroo >>>>

it’s so funny bc this man is so strong he can do pretty much any move that requires any type of strength but pull out the flexibility card and he will pass away on the spot

he also just likes to watch you do yoga

not just bc he’s a pervert

but also bc it’s just interesting to see you in your zone

buys you yoga pants just bc <3333

“u just wanna stare at my ass”

“how dare you i would never objectify my gf”

stares at your ass <3

kageyama tobio

remember when i said kuroo would make everything a competition but wouldn’t really care

kageyama cares

he’s so annoying youre just trynna have fun working out w ur bf but here he is trynna kill u bc he’s so much better at everything

okay but if YOURE better 🤑

it pisses him off at first but then he realizes he’s pissed off bc ur so hot and make his spine tingle

work outs with him are intense as fuck

like he goes all out

but then he helps you stretch and 😏 it’s worth it

if he’s helping you workout, he’s kinda harsher than he intends to be

and when he realizes that yk maybe he’s being a lil extra

he apologizes and just asks how you wanna do it

spends the night researching hehe 

is encouraging in a demeaning way like “do you WANT to regret not working harder” ur like tobio i swear on my life i will start crying

when y’all are done he does like give u a small kiss and the sweetest smile “good work” and it makes it all the more worth it

about yoga though

when he first watched u he was horny hwbwjwks

he was like oop what is this feeling

but then it clicked lmao

avoids watching you unless you’re doing it privately so he can embarrass himself less

if you invite him to join you it’s just rigorous head shaking but he loves you sm he’ll do anything for you

he just follows your lead and is listening so attentively and is trying to mimic your movements exactly and is so awe oh my god he’s so CUTE

once ur done and ur both just laying on the ground you roll over and kind lean over him and give him a kiss “thank u for doing this with me”

“we should do it more often”

not horny just in love with you <3

bokuto kōtarō

so hyperactive good luck keeping up with him

he’s also like

built

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN. HIM???? no way he doesnt go crazy w the work outs

if you suggest to work out together he’s so excited and he just does everything normally the way he does at 2.5x speed and you’re just like bruh 🧍🏻‍♀️ slow down

you do eventually find your own rhythm that kinda matches his own

and it’s nice to have him with you because like if you’re at a gym and ur using a device across the room from him he’ll just yell and wave at you and blow you a kiss god i love this dork

after you’re both spent you just sit on the ground across from each other stretching just talking just vibing

gives you a big smooch in between everything if he can

it becomes a really positive addition to your life ngl

if he’s helping you work out

he is actually the fkn BEST

despite him being a work out freak, he doesn’t force that on you in any way

if anything i think he’d be super gentle

so cheerful when encouraging you

and rewards you a lot

too much probably

“20 PUSHUPS BABE !!!! LETS GO MAKE OUT FOR 20 MINUTES”

he doesn’t just say it he really does mean it when he tells you he’s proud of you

loves it when you do yoga

immediately tries to join in

“oouu teach me this move” proceeds to fall on his ass <3

 t’s okay he has a lotta cushioning 😏

he always wants to try the couples yoga moves

he saves them on his phone to show you later and you cant say no bc ur already in gear and the yoga mat is on the ground hehe

(if you watch cody ko and kelsey kreppel’s couples yoga video that’s basically how it goes with you two)

^^^ in one of the moves he has to like lift you up by your arms as youre sitting down and he’s standing and he accidentally just shoves your face into his crotch

you both couldn’t stop laughing until you nearly peed and thats the beauty of love

oikawa tōru

he has to repeatedly ask you if you’re s u r e you wanna work out with him 

if you’re s u r e you can keep up

please hand his cocky ass to him <3 

if you’re athletic, prepare to have him try to one up you every time you do something 

it’s so sweet though cause he’s so determined and he’s sticking his tongue out between his lips and you’re just like baby please what is this 

tells you to lay beneath him while he does push ups so he can kiss you 

you complain about how sweaty he is but really you just want him to take his shirt off <3 

okay two important things i want to go over

one. oikawa does not know when to stop. so, honestly, you probably suggested to work out with him to keep him in check and make sure he doesn’t overwork himself 

please make him drink water and take breaks when necessary :( 

two. his knee :( he would probably need to be very careful and he’ll teach you the correct way to massage it and prep it before he does any critical work 

if you approach him one day about helping you work out cause you’re clueless — yes it will get to his head

but like ??? he’s your boyfriend??? your very athletic boyfriend??? 

who else would u ask tf 😹

anyways he makes a whole like list and shit

organizes it so well with color coding and different handwriting 

keeps you up to date with your progress and always says things like “look how well you’re doing babe!” and gives you a hugeeee hug 

now, oikawa is either weirdly flexible, or not flexible at all

we’re gonna go for the first one for this yoga hc 

joins you randomly and starts doing the poses correctly right away ur like ??? sir ??? 

distracts you. so much. 

“can i have a kiss— another one?— one more— one more babe— okay an—“ 

make out sessions ensued :)

nishinoya yū

actually i think noya would like to be in own zone kinda thing when he’s working out

probably blasting some katy perry in his ears ngl 

but when you tell him you wanna go work out with him?? 

now you’re both blasting katy perry in your ears 

stares. stares so much. provocatively. 

he’s your bf so you get it

but women have come up to you in the gym asking if you’re okay hbwjwkwe

makes you try out his routine while he tries out yours 

“wow babe this is sooo easy” he’s dying dont believe him

you guys probably have a handshake that’s so motivating to do before and after eeekkkk he probably makes you feel SO good about yourself after

takes you to eat the unhealthiest shit he can find after a workout because why not right ? chivalry? undead 😻

if you ask him for help he’ll accept right away

competes with you to help you improve 

“one day babe you’ll be beating me at these with such ease” 

he’s the loud kind of encouraging 

yells a lot

like so much 

body worship all the time <3333

“god u look SO good right now i love you so much” 

this simp i love him sm

anyways. onto yoga 

did i mention he stares 👁👁

because he does 

he already knows you do yoga and he will find out your schedule 

just. likes to watch you tbh 

if you offer to do couples yoga with him he refuses bc he likes the view where he is lmfao 

there are so many tiktoks of him just doing the dances while you calmly do yoga 

it becomes a trend lmfaowjwnsj

anyways yes best supportive bf award goes to noya (actually all of them who am i kidding)

end note; MY BEST FRIEND PAINTED AKAASHI FOR MY BDAY GIFT I STOPPED BREATHING ,,, anyways i hope y’all enjoyed this!! feel free to request some more mwah