#I can’t wait to see her in a3

[mermorguee]

she’s so pretty maneater core

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 3

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“Are ya gonna follow us home t’day?” Megumi rubs at his little eyes as his puppy-themed socks come to a stop before you, trying to stifle an incoming yawn. He sounds hopeful, dare you even say, excited.

“Daddy said you were gonna eat at our house too.” He’s suddenly holding his arms up towards you, asking to be carried as he awaits with still half-opened eyes.

“Oh? Megumi-kun, are you excited about moving in?” You’re bending down, your hands picking him up and supporting his weight, letting the child’s head loll and rest against your chest. His cheek squishes against you, a sleepy comfort overtaking him once more now that he’s in your arms.

“Mn.” You feel him press his ear against your heartbeat, smiling at the steady, slow vibration, his innocent eyes already starting to close once more as he cuddles himself against you, getting comfortable in your embrace. “I just wanna see you there…” His words trail off with his sleepy haze, going limp in your hug as he finally falls back asleep.

You feel a blush overtake you at his words, the gentle chime of a nursery lullaby flowing into your ears, accompanied by the adorable snores of your other children as you sat upon a nearby cushion with a sleeping Megumi in your arms. So cute.

Maybe it was a good idea to accept their family’s invite afterall?

——

Sometimes, you’re utterly at a loss for words at a certain trio within your class. Even as Mimiko sips on a cup of milk whilst sitting on your lap, Nanako humming, sprawled out on the floor next to you and drawing with her plethora of crayons and Megumi playing with the toy trucks by his sisters.

(“Hmm…” Mimiko leans back, staring up at you, hands fiddling with her now empty milk carton. She’s always been one to speak her mind.“(name)-sensei…”

“Mm?” You look down at her, snapping out of your dazed out trance, your fingers that were mindlessly combing through her hair stopping abruptly.

She doesn’t respond, her eyes scrutinizing you as you give her the moment to collect her words. Is something wrong? Did her milk taste bad? You had the same one, you don’t think—

“You’re so pretty.” Just as pretty as her Papa and Daddy. Maybe even more? She’d have to ask her plushies one by one later on who they think is the winner. She’s betting on you.)

“Nanako-chan, do you need me to call him? It isn’t like your Papa to be late…”

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ as she skips over to her cubby. “It’s realllll good that we’re the last ones left, and so earlyish! Pap— We thought we were gonna have to wait longer!!” She digs around the frog themed backpack, her tongue stuck out in concentration before she pulls out her phone.

Her very expensive, high-tech, latest in the market phone that was leagues better than yours and probably costed around an entire month of your salary. “Papa said to just text him if he’s late, and Daddy’ll come zooming the fastest around!”

That was approximately 4 minutes ago.

“(name)-sensei, (name)-sensei! I drew this for you!” A sheet of A3 paper is thrusted into your face, a burst of colour that dyed your eyes in fascinating intrigue as they slowly focus in on the drawing.

Matching blonde and brunette bobs, right next to a darker ponytailed brunette and spiky black. Shiny, smiley faces that were drawn on with an attempt to scribble the characters of their names just above them.

Though, that wasn’t the main focus. You notice 3 more figures upon the paper, characterized by neon-blue crayon for eyes, another having long shadowy black for hair… And the unmistakable pink of your apron you wore for work.

(You can’t even deny that it’s you. You saw her peeking over and trying to see and copy down your name embroidered onto the top of your apron.)

“That’s a wonderful drawing, Nanako-chan! What made you want to add me in?” Megumi and Mimiko have now gathered near you, squeezing in under your arms to stare at their sibling’s art work.

“That’s cause we love (name)-sensei a wholeeeeeee lot!” She draws a circle in the air with her arms, the widest circumference she can go. “Wayyyyy more than this!”

We…? Why, you feel flattered— A knock at the door sounds, a boisterous voice disrupting your train of thought.

“Daddy’s here!”

——

“But Nanako wants to sit on (name)-sensei’s lap!” A pouty complaint as she tugs on her dad’s jacket, narrowed brown squinting up at him as she hugs her frog plushie backpack close to her.

“Nope!” The grown man makes an X cross with his arms. “Papa’s gonna have my head if you’re not in your booster seat.”

“Then you sit in the back and Nanako will drive!” She’s determined to be able to be next to you on this short drive back.

You’re already helping Megumi buckle himself into the booster seat, a sleeping Mimiko all strapped in as her soft breaths are barely heard. You notice the soft, chubby fingers that rests themselves over your hand just as you were about to pull away.

“Hmm? Megumi-kun, what’s wrong?” He says nothing as he stares at your hand, eyes downcast and as if too conflicted to let go. “I dwon’t want you to go…”

You think you’re going to die from cuteness.

“I’ll be with you real soon, okay?” You ruffle his hair, watching as he grunts lightly at the sensation before he lets you go.

It isn’t long before Gojo gets his blonde daughter to behave and obediently settle next to her siblings, hugging her plushie close as she receives a wave from you from outside.

It’s just you and their other father now.

“Gojo-san, thank you for offering me to drive me back.” You’re smiling up at him, oh so innocently. It almost makes him want to—

“Sa. To. Ru.” You feel a tap to your nose at the last syllable. “We’re gonna be neighbours, aren’t we?” He sends you a charming wink. “Plus, I don’t mind driving you back. I’d even it rather be a regular occurrence, if you left it up to me.”

(S-so forward! Isn’t he scared of what his husband will think?! Driving another adult around so casually in his car!)

“That isn’t necessary at all, Gojo—“ You see him pout, his cheeks starting to puff up. “Sa…Toru-san. You really don’t have to.”

“Hmm.” He leans in— Almost intimately close as you back off slightly, your back coming into contact with his car. Vibrant blue stare into your own, as you tilt your head in innocent confusion.

“You know, (name).” His voice trace over your name with such a deep, almost fulfilling tone that makes your heart stir. “I’m been kind of worked up lately.”

An arm that extends past, lightly brushing your hip as he gets the door for you. Except… He doesn’t seem to be opening it anytime soon, choosing to box you in between the car and his body. “You could say that I’m even a little… Excited.”

(“Oh? I suppose it is a little nerve wrecking to have a guest over when you just move in.” You nod, ignoring the warmth that was exceedingly close to your waist, your gaze still holding his own intense orbs. “Even I wouldn’t dare to invite someone over when I’ve barely got everything set up yet, so I get you, Satoru-san.”

He blinks, the tension diffusing in mere seconds before he starts breaking out into a boisterous laugh, tilting his head downwards towards the ground and a hand over his mouth.

“Ahaha! That’s right, sensei!” You’re so cute.)

——

“Hello!” A sparkling set of eyes and rocking feet, hands clenched into excited fists that pump into the air. “Welcome to our new house!” A little girl no older than 3 or 4 appears in front of you, her brown hair fluttering with her bouncy joy that radiates off of her in waves.

“My name is Tsumiki! I like drinking strawberry milk and being praised!” She ends her introduction with an eager V-sign, bright teeth out in a grin and eyes upturned into the cutest little crescents, before she flattens her arms at her sides, bowing to you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“My, you’re so polite.” You lean over to pat at her head, your bag long placed on top of the counter at their genkan. “I’m (nam)—“

“(name)-sensei! You live in the apartment right next to us, you work at the kindergarten my brother and sisters go to, you’re super, suuuuper sweet like kikufuku mochi and, and—!” Her eyes are sparkling more intensely, practically reflecting a constellation of her thoughts as she looks up at you. “And you’re even super, super pretty!”

(Even prettier than all the other times she’s seen you.)

You’re honestly at a loss for words right now. How much are you talked about here…?

“Mmm, but I suppose calling you sensei when you aren’t my sensei is a little strange, right, sensei?~” She’s strangely playful, big grin and eyes that gleamed with something you can only describe as a yearning want.

She taps her chin in thought, eyes averting to the side and upwards as if in deep thought. “Ah!” She claps her hands together. “Can I call you Mama?”

(W-whaaaaaat?! So upfront!)

“Please, please?” She’s already wrapped her arms around your legs, her pouty, mischievous eyes pleading up at your blushing form, her head buried into your tummy as she’s on her tiptoes.

You’re blushing hard— Your eyes swirling with bashful shyness that makes you so, so nervous. Sure, she’s adorable— So forward and so cute pleading you like this…! You did always tell yourself that you wanted kids—

“Now, now Tsumiki. You’re teasing our poor guest too much.” A tut and a ruffle of her head from behind as an all too welcomed figure appears.

“Papa!”

“Geto-san…!”

“I’m sorry. She takes after Satoru a little too much in that sense.” She turns his gaze downwards. “Tsumiki, help me set the table, please.”

“Okay!” And she patters off, socked feet against the wooden floors as she skips away. “Talk to you later, Mama!”

(Ohhh… You feel like you’re going to burn up from gratified embarrassment… You like the way it sounds but it’s so embarrassing—! Especially when she’s not your child…!)

“No, no, Geto-san. It was lovely being able to talk with her! You raised all your kids so well!” You’re gushing as you talk to him, a hand pressed over your stuttering heart, letting him lead you around, not even noticing the hand that had intertwined with your own as you lost yourself to your overactive mind.

“I sometimes wish they were my own.” You’re turning sheepish, body turned slightly to face his with the still all too cute, all too adorable smile of yours. He stops in his tracks, fingers closing in on your face to brush a strand of your hair back, the graze of his skin against yours makes you shiver in a sense of delight… It always felt strangely— Good whenever he does this.

(He can make that happen, you know?)

“Trust me, sensei—“ He feigns a tired sigh, pulling away, causing your shoulders to slump in visible disappointment, much to his adoration. “They can be up to no good if they want to be.”

Now that you’re actually in their house, it definitely feels a little high class. Their cushions that looked and felt like they were too out of this world, their curtains looking a little glamorous… Not to mention how amazingly soft the couch you were sitting upon felt…

You were so sure you passed by your own apartment next to theirs not too long ago. Now you’re not even sure if you’re even living in the same realm of possibility…

“Dinner’s about to be finished up. Do you mind waiting a bit?”

“If you don’t mind,” You tilt your head to the side as you watch him. “I could lend a hand.”

——

“Gumi, c’mere.” Tsumiki beckons her younger brother towards her, the little boy waddling over with his towel wrapped around him, dripping with water as he holds onto his sister’s hand.

(It’s normal for them to wash up a little bit before dinner, they’ll take their bath later.)

“Don’t they look like a marriage?” A proper one. Like in those late-night soap operas one of her Mother’s ‘friends’ used to leave on. The way Papa is smiling as you taste test his cooking, the way Daddy tried to eat whatever you touched, the way you all laughed in an emotion that cannot be anything else but utter joy.

“Get— Suguru-san, I think it needs a little salt.”

“Mm, is that so?” He doesn’t even hesitate to place his lips onto the spoon you had just used, tongue peeking out to lick up any leftover remnants that could be there. “It might be the lack of dashi stock. I need to go to the market soon.”

“Oh, there’s one nearby, I could show you—“

“Suguru! No fair! I wanna taste too!”

“Aren’t you meant to be helping the kids dry off, Satoru?”

“Mmm, I will if I get fed!” He opens his mouth towards you, “Pleaseeeeee? I’m getting hungry!”

You’re the one. Tsumiki knows you are. She just does. Her grip on the door frame tightens ever so slightly, a twinkle of longing, of yearn in her gaze.

“Better than Mother ever looked with any of those men…”

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Notes:

It’s very important that you do not leave the nap room for very long during naptime. You went out to do some administrative work and you came back to a crying Mimiko that was biting into her plushie, trying to silence herself so as to not disturb the rest while she huddled into a corner and silently wailed for you.

“(name)-sensei…! D-don’t leave Mimiko again…!” Her tears are soaking into the front of your apron, her small hands gripping onto the fabric of upon your shoulders as she clung onto you. Desperate, scared.

The other children do not like it when you’re not around. Stay in the rooms with them.

“Aww, I thought I heard something from outside. Was it you, Megumi?” Geto Suguru soon scoops up a blank, sleepy little boy dragging a blanket in.

“Oh? What do you have in your hands for me, Gumi? It’s—“ He continues to smile. “Are those my… Contact lenses? Thank you very much…” The transparent item is plopped onto Suguru’s open palm, a silent Megumi burying his face into his father’s chest soon after.

What a peculiar child.

[the-atlas-sister]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕤 (Sully Siblings x Sister!Na’vi!Fem!Reader) Part Two

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Warnings!: Explicit Language, violence, perverted language.

“And where are you four going?” 

Tuk, Lo’ak, Spider and Kiri froze in their tracks at your stern voice. 

“Shit,” Spider mumbled. “Just don’t move. She can’t see us if we don’t move.”

“Dude, she’s not a dinosaur,” Lo’ak scoffed, turning around to face his eldest sister. You stared at the four with a playful smirk but stern stance. “Hey sis.” He sighed, throwing his head back in disappointment at being caught. 

“I’ll ask again, where do you four think you’re going?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes at your siblings and their childhood friend. 

“Um,” Spider began. “We’re going- berry- fruit- fish picking...” 

You furrowed your brows at his strange excuse. 

“Dude, you suck at this,” Lo’ak said, pushing his friend gently. 

“We just wanted to explore the forests,” Kiri said, “Like we always do. Can we go now?” 

“With Tuk?” you continued, eying the smaller girl as she sheepishly looked down. “You know the rules Tuk.”

The girl pouted and your other siblings visibly relaxed, feeling relieved that your disappointment was pointed at the youngest Sully instead of them. 

“What if you came with?” Tuk questioned. She rushed towards you, pulling on your arm and staring at you with her large puppy eyes. “Please, Y/n?” 

Damn my youngest sister, you thought, feeling your heart tug at the girl’s large eyes. 

“Ugh, no way,” Lo’ak whined. “She’ll be mothering us the whole time.” 

You scowled at the boy. “Okay, Tuk. We’ll all go together.” 

Lo’ak let out another whine of displeasure. You rolled your eyes at him as Kiri and Spider shrugged at one another. “Let’s go!” Tuk exclaimed, yanking you towards the thick forest. 

You chuckled before dashing off. “Come on little ones!” you teasing, stopping at a large tree and facing your siblings and Spider. Kiri chuckled, noticing the way her brother rolled his eyes. 

“I always feel like a baby when she’s around,” he complained, but followed close behind. 

“It’s why I’m your favorite,” you said, smirking at the younger Na’vi. Said Na’vi scoffed before looking over his shoulder. 

“Tuk, keep up!” he yelled, noticing the youngest Sully getting distracted.

“Bro, why did you bring her anyway?” Spider grumbled as the small group began to climb through the trees. 

“She’s such a crybaby,” Lo’ak said. “I’m going to tell Mom if you don’t let me come. You’re not supposed to go to the battle field.” He turned to direct his attention to Spider and the rest of the group. 

“Don’t tease her,” you scolded as Tuk stuck her tongue out at her elder brother. “Wait, you’re going to the battle field? You know you’re not allowed.”

“And this is why we didn’t want her to come,” Kiri mumbled, pushing past you. 

“Lo’ak you’re already grounded, you can’t do this on top of everything-”

“Do you want to come or not?” Lo’ak asked, sending you a look. 

You stared at him, mouth in a thin line. “Yeah, okay, fine,” you finally answered. 

“Great,” Spider mumbled, running after Kiri, who pushed forward. 

“Come on Tuk,” you said, ushering the younger girl forward. As you passed Lo’ak, you gave his a swift smack upside the head. He scowled at you and hissed, you doing the same. “Woah.” You stopped in your tracks upon seeing an old human plane. It was covered in the plants of Pandora, now a mass metal piece of the forest itself. 

“What? Have you never seen any of these?” Spider asked, looking down at you from a branch closer to the machine. 

“No, believe it or not I spent most of my childhood watching after all of you rather than having fun,” you said absentmindedly. You began to climb through the branches, eyes wide as you looked at the metal. You reached your hand towards it. 

“Are there any dead bodies up there?” Tuk called, breaking you from your curious trance. 

“Tuk!” you scolded. 

“Come on!” Lo’ak said, continuing to the forest floor with Spider. You followed close behind, guiding Tuk, though you realized she may not have needed it. 

“Wait, where’s Kiri?” Spider asked. You all looked around, realizing she had disappeared. 

“Kiri!” you called, beginning to wander. You glanced towards the other kids, looking at them expectantly. They quickly followed suit, calling her name and wandering about. 

“We need to get back,” Tuk said. “Kiri!” 

As you searched, Spider wandered off as well. “Where’s Spider now?” you said, feeling exasperated. 

“Kiri!” 

“There she is!” Tuk exclaimed, going under a small pocket of bushes. “Kiri!” she cheered as the girl came into view. 

“Come on, we have to get back,” you said. 

***

“What is it?” Kiri said as Lo’ak stopped. You followed her gaze, watching as Lo’ak and Spider now crouched on the forest floor, examining a strange set of footprints. 

“We’re always supposed to be home before eclipse,” Tuk whined. 

“That’s way too big for a human,” Lo’ak said, his eyes now searching the forest. 

“No shit,” you said. “Probaly an avatar,” you added, now kneeling beside him. 

“Maybe, but they’re for sure not ours.” The younger boy began to trek through the forest, Spider following close behind. 

“What are you doing?” Kiri hissed. 

“They think they’re tracking,” you said, rolling your eyes at the your younger sibling. 

“Shh,” Lo’ak hissed, continuing his tracking. 

You all remained silent as you trekked through the forest. Lo’ak took the lead, ushering Tuk and Kiri to keep their heads down and stay hidden within the underbrush. 

“We are never supposed to come here,” Kiri whispered as you made your way to the old Avatar site.

“Dad is going to ground you,” you mumbled.

“Shhh,” Lo’ak hissed. 

“For life,” Kiri added, causing him to give Spider and exasperated look. 

“Bro, we have got to check this out,” Lo’ak stated. He and Spider then began to get closer to the site, leaving a frustrated you behind. 

“Stay close to Kiri,” you said, directing your words at Tuk. She gave you a small nod and moved closer to her sister as you followed the boys. 

“Bro, you’re so loud,” you grumbled, appearing next to Spider as they crept. 

“Sis, shut up,” Lo’ak said, causing you to scowl at him. “Bro.”

“That’s where you’re dad and my dad... fought.” Spider trained off, giving you and Lo’ak an excited grin. Lo’ak returned it, but you just stared at the scene, 

“Bro, that’s your dad’s actual suit.” 

“Holy shit.”

“When did the humans have time to create more avatars?” you thought aloud. “Lo’ak, we have to call this is.” 

“No, dude, we’ll get in so much trouble.” Spider protested. You gave Lo’ak a look and he nodded at you slightly. 

“Let’s go,” you mumbled, leading the boys back to your sisters. 

Once you reached your siblings once more, Tuk found herself clinging to you as Lo’ak radioed your father. 

“I got eyes on some guys,” Lo’ak spoke into the radio. “They look like avatars, but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. There’s six of them, over.” 

You heard something faint on the other end before Lo’ak looked around guiltily. “Um, we’re at the old shack.” He spoke slowly, as if processing how much trouble he would be in in a different situation. Spider let out a sad sigh. “Me, Spider, Y/n, Kiri... and Tuk.” Tuk hugged your arm at the mention of her name. 

“Get the hell out of there,” is all you heard from your father before Lo’ak responded. 

“Let’s go,” you said, ushering Tuk and Kiri. 

“See, I told you,” Kiri said, making you scold her. “You’re going to be in so much trouble,” Kiri added, her volume increasing the farther you got from the site. 

“Kiri, stop,” you scolded, looking at her sternly. 

“You guys, come on,” Tuk insisted, rushing ahead. “It’s almost eclipse, come on!” Just as she turned to face you, one of the avatars jumped in front of her, grabbing her, causing the girl to scream. You and the older kids were quick to pull out your bows, but found yourselves surrounded by the rest of the avatars.

“Put it down! Down!” they yelled at you in english, every single one holding some sort of gun. Lo’ak and Spider were quick to put their weapons down but you contiued to hold yours at the ready, hissing at the soldiers and standing protectively in front of your siblings. 

“Y/n, put it down,” Lo’ak said, looking at you knowingly. 

“Y/n, please,” Kiri said, you’re eyes snapped to Tuk, still held in the soldier’s grasp. You let out one last hiss before forcefully throwing down your bow.  

“Get them! Get down!” the soldiers contiued their yelling, one grabbing each of you. You yelled as one grabbed your queue and forced you to the ground. He gripped your arm tightly in his free hand as you fell to your knees. 

“Y/n,” Tuk cried, watching you. 

“Calm,” you said in Na’vi. “Calm, it is alright.” You hissed once more, struggling in the soldier’s grasp. 

“Shut up, don’t move,” he said, pulling on your queue. 

“What do we have here?” a new voice questioned. Another soldier entered the small circle they had created, watching you all slowly and surely. He looked like  a coy predator who just caught his prey. 

“Hey, Colonel,” the soldier that held Kiri said. He forcefully displayed her hand to the ‘Colonel’. “Check it out. Look, four fingers.” He smirked slightly. “We got a half breed.” 

“Let go of her!” you yelled in your native tongue, continuing to struggle against the man. 

The Colonel smirked at you before stalking towards Lo’ak. “Show me your fingers,” he ordered. 

Lo’ak glared at the man before slowly revealing a pair of middle fingers, 

The man chuckled with a sickening smile. “You’re his, aren’t you?” 

Lo’ak hissed in response, his tail swinging.

“You’re his alright.” The man then grabbed Lo’ak by his queue, making his let out a pained noise. 

“Let go!” you protested, Spider and Kiri doing so as well. 

“Where is he?” Colonel questioned. 

“Sorry, we don’t speak English, to assholes,” you spoke, making the man turn his attention to you. Lo’ak scowled at you, but you ignored him. 

“And what about you?” he asked, throwing Lo’ak back at the soldier. “Are you one of Sully’s too?” 

You only hissed in response, attempting to lunge at the man. He chuckled. “You’re more like your mother,” he said. “Now, where’s your father, sweetheart?”

You stared up at the man before smirking. “Fuck you,” you spoke in English. 

“So, is that how you want it?” the man said, pulling out his knife and grabbing your face. “Where is Jake Sully?” You swiftly bit his thumb, making him jump back in slight surprise. 

“Fuck you,” you repeated, spitting out a bit of his blood. 

The man glared at you before turning and making his way towards Kiri. 

“No! Stop!” you and Lo’ak yelled, struggling in your holds. 

“Stop! Don’t touch her!” Spider screamed, his words louder than your own. “Hey! Don’t touch her!!” 

“Don’t hurt her, please,” you said, your badass facade falling in fear of hurting your sister. 

The Colonel turned to Spider at his pleas. “What’s your name, kid?” 

“Spider, Socorro,” Spider said, breathing heavily. 

The Colonel waved off the soldier holding Spider. “Miles?” He knelt down to the boy’s level, a look of confusion on his face. 

“Nobody calls me that,” Spider said. 

“Well, I’ll be damned,” the man said. “Well, I’d figured they sent you back to earth.” 

“You can’t put babies in Cryo dipshit,” Spider fumed. You smiled a bit at the insult. 

The Colonel motioned for his soldier to grab Spider once more. “What’re we doing, boss?” he questioned. 

The Colonel stared at Spider before pressing the button to the radio on his neck. He said something you couldn’t understand, only hearing the last phrase, “-bringing in high value, prisioners.” 

“Let us go!” Kiri said. 

“Kiri, calm yourself,” you told her in Na’vi. “Everything is going to be alright,” you added as the bound you all and ushered you to a new part of the forest. They pushed you all to the ground as the Colonel watched some sort of recording. 

“That’s Sully’s woman,” he said, his eyes flickering to you. You had been often told you shared a similar appearance to your mother, but none of which who had told you this shared the same look of distain as this man did. 

“She’s an animal,” another soldier added. You hissed at their words, making you scowl at them. 

“Tuk, it will be okay,” you said as the eclipse made the word of Pandora darken. You reached to touch her, best you could while bound and held away. “It’s like when we would play in the forest, when you were little.” 

“Shut up,” the soldiers scolded, pulling you to your feet as it began to rain. 

***

They held you in the dark and cold. You could feel the cool metal of their gun and other forms of violence against your skin, making it crawl. 

You heard the men talk before they sulked into the forest. 

Your ears suddenly perked at the familiar yipping sound in the distance. You caught the gaze of your siblings who all held knowing looks. 

Kiri began to pray to the Great Mother quietly, causing the man holding her and Spider to hiss a small, “shut up.” 

The chaos began when an arrow landed in the man’s skull. 

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I think I may accidentally make a series out of this book- SOOOOO now I need to make a poll for you readers who enjoy this book! The poll is whether or not the reader should have a future love interest.

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] Rosa Pura Yearning for Love (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set a Izumi

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Tsuzuru: I’m home—. Woahh!?

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: That gave me a heart attack… What are you doing standing out here?

*ding dong*

Delivery person: Good day~. I have something addressed to Mr. Usui Masumi.

Masumi: Thanks.

Tsuzuru: (There’s a mountain of cardboard boxes… Just what did he order so much of…?) Ah… Masumi, do you need any help carrying that?

Masumi: …Can you take these in then?

Tsuzuru: (Huh? They're lighter than I expected once I lift them up.) (Just what in the world is this…?)

-pause-

Masumi: Place them down over there.

Tsuzuru: S-Sure…

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: (He opened the boxes right away and started getting something ready…) (Is this Director’s White Day present that he mentioned the other day?) (There’s a lot of stuff here though, and I’m pretty sure he was supposed to give her cookies…)

Masumi: …

Tsuzuru: (Balloons? Is he using them for a party…?)

Masumi: *Blows*.

Tsuzuru: (He’s starting to inflate them…) (Wait, is that box full of balloons…?) (Should I help him? But…)

Masumi: …Quit staring. If you’re going to help then help already.

Tsuzuru: … (Why am I the one getting antsy here?) (But at this rate, I can’t help it… I guess I’ll lend him a hand.)

-pause-

Tsuzuru: Phew… (We’ve finished blowing up the balloons, but there’s still some boxes left.) Hey, Masumi. Are these full of balloons too? I’m gonna go ahead and open them—.

*opens*

Tsuzuru: Is this… packing material?

*knock, knock*

Tsuzuru: Come in. …Huh, Tetsuro-san?

Tetsuro: …

Tsuzuru: Um… what are those big boards for…?

Masumi: We’re going to assemble them, so you hold this over there.

Tsuzuru: Wait, what!?

-pause-

Masumi: …It’s done.

Tsuzuru: What is this… A huge box?

Tetsuro: …

Tsuzuru: D-Don’t tell me…

Masumi: Tsuzuru, help me tie the ribbon.

Tsuzuru: Hey, Masumi? Let me just ask to make sure, but what I’m wrapping is…

Masumi: Me.

-pause-

*knock, knock*

Izumi: … (Hm? No one’s there…? Masumi-kun called me over though…)

-pause-  

Izumi: Excuse me—. What the heck is that huge box!? And what’s with all these balloons… Come to think of it, Masumi-kun said he had something he wanted to give me. This isn’t it, is it…? Nobody’s around. Maybe I’ll come back…

*rustle*

Izumi: (There’s a sound coming from inside the box… I-Is someone inside…?) Noooo. There’s no way, right…)  

*opens*

Masumi: Happy White Day.  

Izumi: (I KNEW IT…!!!) Errm… let me ask real quick, but what is all this for…?  

Masumi: It's your White Day present. The very best thing I can give you is myself. I want to give you my everything.  

Izumi: (He’s even more passionate than usual). (Masumi-kun’s earnestness to go to such lengths for me sure is dangerous…)  

Masumi: …Did you feel excited when you opened it?  

Izumi: Huh?

  Masumi: Here. Untie the ribbon already.  

Izumi: Fufu. Okay, okay. (…Well, I guess that’s also a part of Masumi-kun that never changes.)  

-pause-  

Masumi: …I’ll give you a test cookie I made.  

Tsuzuru: Didn’t you give yourself to her for White Day?  

Masumi: I want to see her enjoying eating the cookies I made too, so I’m planning to give her cookies separately as well.  

Tsuzuru: You’re asking for a lot.  

Masumi: …I know. No matter how much I give, I still can’t get what I want most from Director. (…Just like those cookies.) That’s why I want everything I can get now. And I intend to get it. …Doing that much is fine, right?  

Tsuzuru:  …You really are devoted. Well, do your best.  

Masumi: You don’t need to tell me. And stop patting my head. It’s annoying.

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A3! Event Story | A Year of Romance with You - Chapter 1 

(Contains very minor spoilers for A3! Act 12)

Sakuya: Hm-hm~♪

Citron: Oh! Sakuya, what has gotten you in such a good mood? 

Sakuya: Ah-! Citron, I didn’t realize you were in here! 

Citron: You are so smiley, Sakuya! Very shiny!

Sakuya: Really? 

Citron: Yes! More smiley than usual! What is going on?

Sakuya: Nothing, really. It’s not like we’re doing anything special, but Lu and I are celebrating our first anniversary soon! It’s not much, but it’s exciting to think about.

Citron: A whole year! You must do something to celebrate, yes?

Sakuya: Well, Lu said she had a small plan, and I’d like to try and sleep on stage together again. We don’t have to do a lot, really, I’m happy just being with her for that day!

Citron: No, no! It is a special event, you must do more!

Sakuya: I don’t know, I think just being together is enough…

Citron: That is not true! Sakuya, I will have to inter-spear with your plan!

Sakuya: Citron, wait!

Citron: You must hear what Sakuya has said! He does not want to do anything with his beautiful partner for their anniversary!

Itaru: And? Sounds about right. 

Chikage: It’s not something to call a meeting over, that’s typical Sakuya. 

Tsuzuru: I’m sure he’d be happier if you didn’t pull anything, too. 

Masumi: Yeah, they’re like that. 

Citron: No, no! They deserve a for filling experience!

Itaru: A fulfilling experience, sure, but it’s not like we can just send them overseas or something.

Chikage: …That’s not a bad idea, actually.

Tsuzuru: Don’t tell me you’re actually considering it?!

Chikage: It’s not impossible, I’d just have to find a few loopholes.

Itaru: Still, that’s pricey as hell…

Chikage: Alright, then we’ll keep them in the country?

Tsuzuru: You’re serious about this plan, huh…?

Citron: He must be! It will be the best anniversary gift ever!

Tsuzuru: I can’t be the only one thinking this is crazy, right?

Masumi: It’d be funny. 

Tsuzuru: Would it? Would it really?

Itaru: I mean, kinda. 

Chikage: Jokes aside, do you all have any ideas as to where they’d want to go?

Citron: Oh! I know of one!

Citron: Lucille did not get to see Sakuya’s childhood home, correct? She should get to see it!

Tsuzuru: Wouldn’t that be kinda insensitive if they both didn’t know about it?

Chikage: True, but it feels right to let him introduce her to his parents.

Itaru: He has a point, it’d be nice and sentimental for them. Pretty cheesy, too, just the way they like it. 

Citron: That is exact! 

Tsuzuru: Sure, why not, let’s just randomly send them to Hokkaido without their knowledge nor permission, this is fine and normal. 

Citron: That is the spirit! 

Chikage: Well, we’d have to drop the plan on at least one of them first, right?

Itaru: True. 

Chikage: Then, let’s get started.

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A3! Fushimi Omi [SSR] Flustered Award Ceremony | Backstage Story Translation (1/3)

Special thanks to Vera for the backstage’s recording!

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Translation under the cut

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VS Thieves Gang / 1 

Fuyuki: I can’t believe you all got involved in a serial theft case.

Izumi: Me too, I didn’t think that I would meet our theater troupe’s members and Omi-kun’s brothers in the same accident.

Omi: Some coincidences not wanted just happen at the same time… 

Chikage: You said they’re a gang of thieves right. They might be even more difficult to deal with than one-man crime. 

Misumi: But I’m glad none of us got injured~.

Gaku: It’s because Misumi-san saved me. Thank you so much.

Kai: Me too, I don’t know what would’ve happened if Chikage-san hadn’t come… Thank you.

Omi: And Fuyuki-san, you said you were busy with the investigation right…

Fuyuki: That’s right. Actually there have been a lot of theft cases with the same tricks around here lately––. According to the eyewitness testimonies, this thieves gang is made up of the young guys who run away quickly.

Omi: I see.

Fuyuki: Any clue now is valuable. Once again, could you tell me about the situation at that time in detail?

Kai: I got it! Then, I’ll go first––.

*Flashback*

Kai: (This is bad–– If I don’t come home early, I’ll be late for dinner preparation.)

Man A: If that’s the case, turn right over there…

Gai: (A guidance? I wonder if this place’s direction is a bit confusing––)

Man A: Uwa, what’re you doing!? 

Kai: Eh, a bag-snatching!? Hey, wait!

Thief A: …

Kai: (Damn it, he’s fast.)

Somebody please stop that guy! He snatched someone’s handbag! 

Chikage: …Hm? Did you take something out… A balaclava? I can’t believe there are people wearing balaclavas these days. 

…I wonder if it’d be okay if I placed it inside that shopping bag over there.

Thief A: The four-eye over there, get outta my way!

Chikage: I will, after you give me that handbag. 

Thief A: !?

Chikage: Exchange completed.

Thief A: What the, did you switch it!? 

…This, this is! I have no idea if you’re a kind one or an idiot but I’ll take this and no giving back!

Chikage: …

*Flashback ends*

Kai: In other words, the snatched handbag was back, but Chikage-san’s belongings were stolen instead…

Chikage: You don’t need to worry about that. I made it myself so it’s not a big deal.

Izumi: Eh…? What was stolen? 

Chikage: It’s… a secret. Well, I’ll get it back soon.

Izumi: (There’s even a way to get it back!? I wonder what he is planning to do…)

Misumi: I wonder if I can get mine back…

Omi: Misumi’s stuffs also got stolen?

Misumi: Yeah. About my side––.

*Flashback*

Misumi: Ehehe, I can finally buy these sparkling triangle earrings~. I’m happy.

Woman A: Kya–, thief!

Gaku: Hey, let go of that!

Thief B: …Tsk.

Misumi: Eh—, a thief!? Watch this—!!

Thief B: What the heck! Don’t disturb me!

Misumi: Wah-!

Thief B: This is…! Perfect, I’ll take this too!

Misumi: Ah, not this one-! Wait-! 

Ah…!

…

*Flashback ends*

Izumi: I see, so you were interrupted by a running car while chasing the thief and lost track of him.

Omi: And both the woman’s package and Misumi’s recently bought earrings were stolen.

Gaku: Yeah. When Misumi-san came, the woman’s luggages was scattered around.

Fuyuki: I see. I heard that that woman also submitted a damage report to us, we need to listen to the story again from her.

Misumi: How about you, Omi?

Omi: I didn’t lose anything, but Director’s was… 

Misumi: Eh, Director-san’s belongings also got stolen…?

Izumi: Yes, actually––.

*Flashback*

Izumi: (It was fun to meet my friend for the first time in a while… I was so in the mood that I even bought a necklace.)

Woman B: Uuh…

Izumi: (Eh, is that woman crouching down?)

Uhm, are you okay!?

Woman B: I don’t feel so well… Uuh.

Izumi: Please hold on tight! I’m calling the ambulance now––.

Woman B: …I wonder if this is okay.

Izumi: Eh!? What, why!? Wait, give me that bag back…!

Omi: Director!

Izumi: Ah, Omi-kun!

Omi: Are you okay, what happened!?

Izumi: When I talked to a woman, she suddenly snatched my bag…

Omi: What! Where did she go!

Izumi: Ah, that way…

Omi: She went downtown, huh. At this rate, I’m sure she might blend into the crowd. Director, you saw her face right? Shall we look for her?

Izumi: Uhm… It’s already night, and I don’t think we could find her when there are so many people…

Omi: You’re right…

*Flashback ends* 

Fuyuki: There was also a woman in the thieves gang, huh… Is there anything else you remember about the thief? 

Izumi: Ah! Now that you mention it, she was wearing a butterfly-shaped hair clip.

Gaku: I don’t remember exactly his characteristics, but I did see the thief’s face, so I think I can recall if I see him next time.

Kai: Me too! This might be of some use, right, Police Officer-san.

Fuyuki: By any chance… This means you’ll cooperate with us for the investigation?

Izumi: Of course we will! I’ll do everything I can to help.

Misumi: Me too! I don’t want anyone to have anything stolen again! 

Chikage: That’s right. I also have something I want to get back.

Omi: Now that Director and my brothers got involved, I can’t just sit back and watch. I’ll cooperate with you, Fuyuki-san.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 7: Reviews With A Slight Burn

Yuki: I’ve made a clean copy.

Hatou: Thank you. You’re a big help. You can go for today.

Yuki: Thank you for todaaay.

Coro: Woof, woof!

Yuki: You just went for a walk, didn’t you?

Hatou: Coro, Rurikawa-kun’s done for the day, so he can’t play with you anymore. He’ll be here again tomorrow.

Hatou: Ah, that reminds me… I’ve been approached to design costumes for a certain play, but I don’t have the manpower for it…

Hatou: I know you’ve got some experience with creating stage costumes, so could I ask for your help?

Hatou: I can’t disclose any details yet, but have you heard of Kataoka Aiko-san? She has created outfits for Hollywood movies, amongst others–

Yuki: – I’ve heard of her.

Hatou: Figured so. Everyone who works in costume design knows about her.

Hatou: Kataoka-san will also be involved in this, so how about it?

Yuki: I do want to participate… But I’m pretty busy with my theater troupe.

Hatou: Right. It’s an important period for you guys.

Hatou: Well, there’s probably going to be more opportunities like this, so I’ll keep you informed. Good work today.

Yuki: …

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Passerby A: Yua Troupe’s performance was so fun and refreshing~!

Passerby B: Honestly, I thought they were just goofing about making a theater company, but they invited some serious names into the production team, it was such a pleasant surprise!

Passerby A: The content was stable and befitting of Yua Troupe, and they had a full house of people who were already fans, they’re really strong.

Passerby B: Gotta write a review on En.com!

Yuki: (Oh, En.com… I’ll need to check it out if I want to do research on other troupes.)

Yuki: …

Yuki: (That Yua Troupe they mentioned is chosen as a featured troupe. They also ranked high in the pre-voting…)

Review: “The costumes were so cool! They didn’t really feel like stage costumes, but Yua Troupe’s got a great sense of style.”

Yuki: …

Yuki: (There’s also reviews of MANKAI Company… I’m a little hesitant to check those out, but, I guess I should have a look…)

Review: “The Spring Troupe’s performance was the best! I wasn’t expecting them to do a sequel, but I was moved to tears, seeing how much they’ve grown!”

Review: “I can’t wait for the Summer Troupe~ If they continue this way, they’ll also do a sequel to their debut performance, right?”

Yuki: (It’s mostly good comments…)

Review: “The costumes are as solid as ever. But maybe because Yuki Rurikawa’s artistry has been established, they sorta lack some element of surprise or change?”

Review: “It might be more noticeable because I watched it after Yua Troupe. But I guess it’s inevitable when all costumes have the same designer~”

Yuki: ——

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Troupe member: Thank you for your hard work today, Ikaruga-kun. There are only a few performances left, we’ll be counting on you then too.

Misumi: Okaaay! Thanks for your hard work~

Misumi: (Standing on a stage with a troupe other than MANKAI Company was a little strange at first, but it got really fun after I got used to it~)

Misumi: (There are all kinds of actors, and the scripts and direction are all completely different, it’s really interesting~)

Syu: … Good work.

Misumi: Oh~? Why are you here~?

Syu: Sorry. I don’t have your contact info, so I was waiting for you here.

Misumi: You came to see the play?

Syu: Yeah. Someone I know happened to be playing here, so I came to watch. Didn’t think you’d be here too.

Syu: Figured it’d be a good chance to have a drink with you.

Misumi: Okay~ Let’s exchange LIME info later~

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Syu: Have ya been guest starring in all sorts of plays lately? You didn’t strike me as the type.

Misumi: People like Director-san and Tenma kept recommending it to me. It was fun when I tried it out!

Syu: That so. Well, with acting skills as good as yours, you’re bound to be in high demand.

Misumi: Also, if I gain experience by acting on various stages, I can grow~!

Misumi: I have to do more than my best for the Fleur Award.

Syu: Woah, you put lots of thought into this.

Syu: Was it Hakkaku-san that taught you how to act?

Misumi: Nuh-uh. He showed me footage of the old MANKAI Company’s performances~

Syu: I see. Well, knowing Hakkaku-san, he probably wasn’t the type of guy to hold his grandson’s hand the whole way.

Misumi: How did it feel standing on stage and acting out Grandpa’s scripts?

Syu: Let’s see… Well, in simple terms, it was exciting.

Syu: I loved Hakkaku-san’s scripts, and I was happy to be the first to read them before the world saw them.

Syu: Hakkaku-san’s scripts weren’t just interesting, they were also kind on the actors.

Syu: They made sure every single role shone on stage.

Syu: I felt like he trusted in my skills as an actor, and that fired me up.

Misumi: I see~ I wish I could’ve had a role in Grandpa’s plays before he passed away~

Syu: Did you start acting when you joined the company?

Misumi: Yup.

Syu: I see how it is…

Syu: Your acting is brilliant, but it lacks depth. That’s something you oughta pay attention to in the future.

Misumi: Depth…?

Syu: Can’t do anything about your life experience, but on stage you should be able to experience the lives of many different roles.

Syu: The more you act, the more depth your acting will have.

Syu: In that sense, guest starring in even more plays is a good idea.

Syu: You’ve probably got your hands full with the Fleur Award right now, but you can always contact me if you’re interested. If it’s you, I’ll give you a grand welcome.

Misumi: Okay, got it~

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Hello, Everyone! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

This is one of those General Bio but also Masterlist post...

My name Lyss

Pronouns: She/Her

I’ve been learning Japanese for a while now so I translate to put what I’ve learned over the years to use, but I mainly want to help everyone enjoy the games they love, that might not be available in English, in an easier way!

Or can’t wait for the English version to come out

(Because me too) ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／

There might be some mistakes every now and then but I’ll do my best!

Currently I'm putting focus on:

Ikemen Prince

A3! (Currently translating Act 12)

If you’d like to support me, I have a Kofi Page

Requests are always open! If there's a specific story you'd like to see, let me know! ^^

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Event | Sanrio characters x A3! | EP: Letters of Promise

Izumi: There’s a lot of letters today.

Izumi: Hmm, this one's for me, this one’s for Azuma-san, this is an announcement from the shopping district. And then…

Izumi: T-These are…!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: Guys! Some letters from Kitty-chan and the others just came!

Kazunari: Eh, for realsies!?

Misumi: Waah, read them, read them~!

Kitty’s Letter: “To everyone from MANKAI Company. It was a lot of fun acting with you.”

Kitty’s Letter: “I’d love to see more of your stories! Someday, I’d like to go to MANKAI Theater to see one of your performances.”

Sakuya: Kitty-chan… Fufu, I had fun too.

Chikage: Who’s the one you’re holding from, Masumi?

Masumi: …Kuromi.

Citron: Oh? What did she write?

Kuromi’s Letter: “How are you guys doing?”

Kuromi’s Letter: “After the performance, My Melo got interested in acting, and we even did an etude together.”

Kuromi’s Letter: “Well, the story was great and the play was super~ fun, so I can get why My Melo feels like that!”

Kuromi’s Letter: “Next time, I’m gonna invite My Melo to perform too. Of course, I’ll be acting with her too ♪”

Masumi: …She’s just adding more actors on her own.

Itaru: That’s assuming we even do a second run at all.

Tsuzuru: But when you put it like that, it makes me kinda want to do another one.

Yuki: Tenma, who's yours from?

Tenma: Ah, um… Daniel.

Daniel’s Letter: “Thanks for performing with us! I was wondering if the play would turn out good with so many new people…”

Daniel’s Letter: “But everyone from Summer Troupe and the rest of MANKAI Company welcomed us so warmly, so I feel like we created something really good.”

Daniel’s Letter: “Next time you visit, we’ll make sure to introduce you to more of our friends.”

Kazunari: Ahaha, that’s so Daniel!

Kumon: Right! I thought he was so gentlemanly and cool when I first met him!

Misumi: This one’s from Cogimyun!

Cogimyun’s Letter: “The play… Was very fun myun…♪”

Cogimyun’s Letter: “Becoming friends with all of you became one of Cogimyun’s treasures myun…”

Cogimyun’s Letter: “Can we meet again myun…? I can’t wait to play with everyone again…♪”

Muku: My memories from the rehearsals and performance are like treasures too.

Misumi: We’ve gotta go back to play with Cogimyun some time~.

Kazunari: Then should we like… Make a plan to go back ASAP!?

Muku: Waah, yeah!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah! When should we go? Tenma-san’s next vacation?

Yuki: Quit jumping the gun.

Tenma: Well… I’ll check my schedule.

Taichi: Uwoah! This letter’s from Purin!

Purin’s Letter: “How is everyone~?”

Purin’s Letter: “I did some dessert research with my friends for when I see you all next ♪ So let’s have a pudding party next time.”

Purin’s Letter: “Oh, and I wanna know everyone’s favorite desserts. Ehehe, just imagine how fun it’ll be~♪”

Juza: …Pudding party.

Taichi: Juza-san looks like he’s about to drool just thinking about it!

Banri: Seriously. It ain’t supposed to be a personal letter.

Omi: A pudding party sounds great.

Azami: Yeah, I mean, he did mention it during rehearsals.

Sakyo: I mean… He did say he likes to eat.

Taichi: Yeah! I love to eat too! Let’s go, pudding party!

Omi: Haha, yeah. I’ll learn some new recipes for it.

Juza: Leave the taste testing to me. I’ll definitely help make somethin’ that Purin’ll like.

Banri: Like hell you’ll help make it! …You just wanna eat.

Tsumugi: This one is from Cinnamon-kun.

Cinnamon’s Letter: “The play was really fun~! I told all my friends about that day ♪”

Cinnamon’s Letter: “They all seemed really interested in everyone’s performance!”

Cinnamon’s Letter: “They wanna do a musical together someday. And I wanna try to do one too ♪”

Tsumugi: Ahaha, I’m glad.

Tasuku: Huh, so they’re interested in musicals.

Homare: Oho, I’d love to take on that challenge as well.

Hisoka: I wanna eat cinnamon rolls again.

Azuma: Fufu, of course.

Hisoka: Cinnamon told me that the terrace seats at the café are perfect for sunbathing. I wanna take a nap with him.

Guy: We still have lots to do with Cinnamon and the others.

Izumi: (…Everyone is smiling so nicely.)

Izumi: (I’m sure that what we gained from the performance that day will be a cherished memory for all of us.)

Izumi: (…I hope we can see all of the Sanrio characters again some time.)

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WIP - His Princess and Her Knight

Hey @jjuuppiter, a little while back, you gave me permission to write a story based on your art:

Unfortunately I've been having a rough time over the past year or so, so not much writing for the story was done over that time, but I've been working on it recently and want to show you a bit of what I've got!

[Context: Ms Bustier has set them a group assignment to present something from their past that's shaped them into who they are today. Alya, Nino, Marinette and Adrien are a group together and decide to head to Marinette's place first after school to look at baby photos and content. Nino also went to the same preschool as Marinette.]

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Just as Adrien opened the photo album, already cooing at the adorable photo of a toddler Marinette posing like a star for the camera at the beach, Madam Cheng returned.

‘I knew I had these lying around somewhere!’ she exclaimed as she approached them. ‘This is a box where I had saved of some of Marinette’s first pieces of art that Tom and I could see identifiable shapes and figures-’ she put the shoe box in the middle of the coffee table in front of them, ‘-and this is the journal the educators put together about Marinette’s learning experiences in preschool - considering you two went to the same preschool, I thought this might be a good place to look.’

‘I’ll take that!’ Alya declared with a grin, dumping the heavy photo album back into Marinette’s arms and relieving Madam Cheng of the A3 book. ‘I can’t wait to see what you two got up to as little munchkins.’

Marinette rolled her eyes good naturedly at Alya’s antics as Madam Cheng chuckled. With a parting “let us know if you kids need anything”, Madam Cheng left them to their own devices.

Adrien found himself just as curious about Marinette’s preschool adventures as Alya clearly did, but the sound of pages turning reminded him of the treasure trove that was the weighty album on his lap, so he contented himself with the snapshots of toddler Marinette. Each photo or set of photos was accompanied by a line of description and a date. Marinette looked absolutely precious as she was captured pressing a cookie cutter into some sort of dough, looking very determined to do it right. His heart melted when he spotted her in a parent-toddler swimming class, where Mr Dupain was laughing as Marinette’s feet splashed up a storm. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Marinette looking sheepish, covered in paint from head to toe as she was caught “redecorating” the living room walls. What was initially a researching mission turned into sharing photos and excerpts from their books with the group, fawning over the undeniably cute antics of what they had dubbed “baby Mari” - with the frequent appearances of “baby Nino” and “baby Kim” that were mostly found in the journal Alya had.

Adrien was just about to show the group a fun photo where Tom had spiked baby Mari’s hair up into a mohawk during bath time when someone else spoke up first.

‘Damn, Mari, you might have a type,’ Alya murmured.

His curiosity piqued, Adrien leaned over his photo album to peek at the journal - as did Nino and Marinette, prompting Alya to present the double-page spread to the group. The pictures on the pages all featured baby Mari with a blond boy, some included Nino and Kim too, but what caught his attention was the photo of baby Mari, dressed as a princess, kissing the furiously blushing blond knight on the cheek; a blond boy who looked eerily like him.

‘Baby Mari knows how to flirt!’ Alya said, nudging Marinette playfully with her elbow. ‘You should take some notes, girl!’

The group laughed as Marinette lightly swatted Alya’s arm, stating that she wasn’t “that bad…right?”, which only made the four of them laugh harder. Adrien wondered what Marinette flirting would look like, and if she ever got over her stammering and randomly decided to flirt with him using all the confidence and sass he knew she had, Adrien was sure he’d be a goner. No wonder the poor kid was so red.

‘You know,’ Nino said though his laughter, ‘this blond kid sure looks like how I’d imagine Adrien as a kid, don’t you think?’

The observation made the others stop laughing and lean in closer, but Adrien brushed off the idea.

‘It can’t be,’ Adrien said confidently, ‘I don’t even remember going to preschool and neither Mother nor Father made any mention of me attending one. He sure looks like me, but it must be some sort of coincidence, right?’

Alya poured over the pages as Nino and Marinette pulled away from the book and pondered his words, looking unsure, until Alya cried, ‘Holy shit! His name is Adrien, too!’

All four heads immediately moved closer to the book, almost bonking their heads together as they desperately searched the page for his name and- there. There it was.

Princess Marinette thanks her loyal knight, Adrien, with a kiss on the cheek.

‘Oh my god,’ breathed Adrien, not quite believing what was right in front of him. He had always heard stories of people being friends since they were young, and while he had Chloé, a part of him had longed to have met his friends earlier, to have known them longer, and this evidence right in front of him was almost too good to be true.

‘Coincidence, my a- uh, foot,’ Nino said. ‘That’s definitely you.’

‘B-But… how?’ Adrien floundered. ‘How do I not remember this?’

‘Or me?’ Marinette added, frowning at the book. ‘How on earth could I forget meeting Adrien?’

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I hope you like it!!!

Edit: here's part 2!

[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 1 • 3 - Nero

Previous • Series Masterlist • Part 1 Masterlist • Next In a somewhat medium-sized room, there sits ten beds, in each and every one of them lays a rewind, peacefully unconscious. On the other side of the room stands some nurses, patiently waiting for the rewinds to naturally wake up. 

“Is it true that two of these rewinds have the face parts of Mason Michael Starkey?”

“Yes, they lay respectively beside each other.” The nurse points over to a robust female and a petite male rewind.

The other nurse walks over to in between them, The robust female has the left side of Mason’s face, with the right side being a pale girl’s face with two piercings in her ears. The petite male has the right side of Mason’s face, the left side seems to come from a person with albinism.

“Are you sure it was alright to give these bigger limbs to a rewind who shares a part of Mason Starkey?” She asks.

“We don’t make the rewinds here, that’s up to the head lady, I don’t trust her very much though. Did you hear about how she used to work with Proactive Citizenry and directed a batch of 50 rewinds to be made at once? I heard they were going to be used in the army.” Another nurse replied.

“It’s rude to spread these types of things around, I’ve heard her crying about it before, I wouldn’t want it coming back onto her.” The first nurse scolds the other.

“My apologies to you ladies, but there seems to be a problem with a few of the rewinds in room A3, would you mind helping out for a moment?” The nurses look over to a doctor who peeks around the corner of the doorway.

“I don’t see why not, the rewinds probably won’t be awake for another half an hour. Just close the door for now.” The first nurse says.

“Shouldn’t we lock it? In case one of them opens the door?” The other nurse says. 

“Please, the most they’ll be able to do is roll over in their cots.” The last one says.

Twitch, Twitch, Twitch…

The Rewind girl wakes up to the movement of her hand. The two upper segments of her fingers crunch themselves in, almost in a clawing-like fashion. 

She doesn’t pay any mind to it, focusing more on the fact that her forearm is a different colour than the rest of her arms, it’s pale sienna while the rest of her arms are tanned and muscular. She feels the need to run, she feels the need to get up and do something, and so she does. The Rewind girl shifts herself around in her cot before putting her legs on the ground and pushing herself off of it. Inching around, her feet slowly stabilized themselves more and more.

“One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” She blurts out. She’s confused, she didn’t feel the need to say that, yet a part of her wanted to get it out anyway. 

She looks around to see nine figures sleeping, She notices that they’re all made up of different skin tones, and simple patterns all covering their bodies. It’s terrifying, yet calming to her, they seem all proportional to their body types and every cut of skin seems almost symmetrical. She can’t see most of herself, but she wonders if she looks like them. 

Moving over to the window she spots something fascinating, looking outside she finds a dozen children like the ones in the room. 

They’re laughing, and happy, they’re all playing volleyball together, One of them spots her from outside, pointing up to her they all slowly turn around to wave at her. She doesn’t know what they’re doing, so she just mimics their actions before turning away from the window.

She now inches back over to the wall with the door. Beside her cot is a small boy, She takes interest in him noticing that his left eyebrow and eyelashes are white due to his albinism. 

Trying to wake him up she shakes her hands in front of his face, making small noises with her vocal cords. When that doesn’t work she puts her index behind her thumb and flicks it out against his nose, which makes him shriek and scare himself awake. 

“WHY!” He yells at her. “WHY YOU DO THAT?!” 

The girl simply giggles at him. “Silly boy, you come to join me, we find out what happening.”

The boy shifts a bit, “Can’t. Move.” 

The girl shrugs it off before yanking him off the bed and putting him down softly. The boy's legs begin to tremble, before he can tumble to the ground, the girl wraps his arms around her waist and holds one of her hands to his back. 

“I cannot go far fast, you will be okay, we go slow.” She tells him. He nods looking around the room, noticing the other eight rewinds still sleeping peacefully. 

“Who are they? Who are you?” He asks her. She simply smiles, one side of her face seeming more malicious about it.

“Don’t know, we find out together.” 

Together, side by side, they slowly inch towards the door. The girl sits there dumbfounded, trying to push the door to open it. She notices the handle on the door as it protrudes out from the flat surface, Grabbing it, she learns that it can turn. Turning it and pulling it towards her, she opens up the room to the hallway.

“We go out there, yes?” The boy asks her. 

“Yes!” She responds, getting excited about what they’ll find in the hallway.

“I see you are getting better at accepting that rewinding and recalling will be a norm in society Mr. Composite Prime.”

“Please, call me Cam Comprix, and yes, it brings me joy that parents are realizing what big mistakes they’ve made and are accepting their children back into their lives. I also can’t wait to see what big updates are going on with rewinding that I keep hearing about.”

Cam Comprix, the first ever rewind has been here for the waking of every single batch of rewinds in Rewind StaHo 1. 

Between the two State Homes for Rewinds Cam likes this one better. The people here treat the rewinds like confused people coming out of surgery rather than exotic low-cordial creatures like the weirdos at StaHo 2 do.

“Ah yes, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve been using the Biobuilder to help connect all the parts properly, but have you heard about the brain cleansing we’ve been doing before putting the brains into the bodies?”

“No, I haven’t, enlighten me.” 

“Well before we put the brain in the body we put not-so microscopic neuro nanites onto the brain, They go and fizz out all the bad memories and intentions, and once they’re done we take them off and put the brain into the body.” The doctor explains.

“So they have the nature but none of the nurture to influence it?” Cam asks.

“Precisely!” The doctor answers.

“Many doors.” The boy exclaims.

The girl squints over to try to see into the little windows on the doors. “Yes, and people inside.”

As the boy and the girl inch down the hallway a gasp can be heard. The girl turns her head to look at a doctor, who stands there stunned. The doctor mutters something through a walkie-talkie before looking back at the two rewinds. The girl tries to move forward but the boy won’t budge, leaving all three of them standing there in silence. “Boring, like white noise.” The girl says. 

Around the corner comes all the three nurses and the doctor, the third nurse starts ratting on the first for keeping the door unlocked. The boy starts shaking in fear while the girl pats his back, Staring back at the commotion she sees two other shadows creeping around the corner. Another doctor and a man in a simple white and gray geometric suit with many skin colours coming from his forehead come around the corner.

The man moves past the nurse and doctors and comes up to them, smiling.

“Well I’ll be, you two are sure some early birds, you two must be pretty confused at this situation.” He says. 

The girl squints at him before being taken aback as she recognizes him, then she makes a face of disgust. “Celebrity, Idol boy, Cam, Cam Comprix, iffy, hate celebrities, vain and ego, Eat the rich!” She spits out at him.

“Ha! Yeah I am Cam Comprix and I don’t like that facet of my life either,” Cam says back.

The boy rotates himself a bit to face Cam more. “Cam, Cam, Hi Cam!” The boy says trying to create something of a smile.

“Hey there little guy, I’d love to talk with you more, but first we have to head back to your room,” Cam says, pointing to the room he and the girl came out of. 

As Cam goes into the room, slowly but surely the boy and girl make it back in, the boy doesn’t hold onto the girl anymore, instead they just hold each other’s forearms. 

Entering the room, it looks like all the rewinds have woken up and started babbling in their own language. The girl now notices with all the rewinds now sitting up and with all the people standing that she herself is quite tall, She shakes it off before making sure the boy gets to his cot and then sits down in hers. 

The nurses and doctors go around checking reflexes and whatnot, they end up skipping her and the boy as it’s pretty apparent that they’re good. 

The girl watches now as Cam makes his way around the room with sheets of paper slowly crossing out some of it, As he makes his way over to the girl and the boy one of the nurses pipes up. 

“These two actually can’t see properly in one eye, so they’ll get to choose from a special list of names.” She then pulls a list of names that seem almost godly to the girl. Before Cam can put the other list out of their sight, the girl yanks the list towards her, analyzing it. She points to the name Nero before pointing to the name Aidoneus. “Aidoneus Nero Ward, what an interesting name.” The nurse says. 

The girl grimaces at the nurse. “Other way!” She yells. The nurse is taken aback, “Nero Aidoneus Ward?” She says, Nero nods. 

The boy points to the names Samuel and Zeus. “Samuel Zeus Ward?” The nurse questions him. “Yes!” Samuel exclaims. 

Samuel and Nero face the other rewinds, A girl with a porcelain-like face turns to face them, pointing at herself.

“Tonya.” She says.

“Hi, Tonya, Samuel, this Nero!” Samuel says, pointing to himself and then to Nero.

“You have a pretty face, Tonya!” Nero says, which makes Tonya giggle. 

“We can come back for lunch, but we must leave them for now.” One of the nurses says,

Soon all the faculty exits leaving the Rewinds to socialize amongst themselves.

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[everwisp]

since it’s valentines, here’s my a3 yumes meet cute with their respective partner:

Nanami & Juza🧋🍰

she heard about Juza before meeting him from her best friend Banri, the blonde would complain about the O-high student every chance he gets and Nanami was forced to suffer through most of it (even patching him up sometimes)

she does see him in person although it’s only up on stage, and she won’t lie she did find him pretty cute

she tells Banri so a day after she caught a show of Picaresque and his face scrunches up in reply. “You can do better than him, Nanami.”

she laughs and waves him off, she doubted that anything was going to happen

they don’t meet until they’re both in Yosei, Nanami was waiting for class to start when she receives a rather cryptic message from Banri

“Giving you a heads up, just in case”

She raises an eyebrow at that and was in the She of typing out her reply when a familiar face walks in her class room: Juza Hyodo

“Banri, why did Juza Hyodo just walk in my classroom?” “Why else stupid? Obviously for class,” “????!?!?” “I did send you a heads up.”“BANRI” “Lol just ignore him.”

as the days go on she realizes that they share most of their classes together and that most of their classmates are afraid of him, she can’t have that

she’s not intimidated by him in the slightest and so she didn’t even hesitate when she sits next to him during a lecture

he looks at her curiously and a little dumbfounded, she can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked

she continues sitting next to him despite his puzzled looks and she always just responds with a smile

Nanami doesn’t make the first move to talk with him, not wanting to pressure him into talking with her. (Banri complained about Juza being a man of few words and being so quiet that she figured Juza was just shy)

it takes a couple of more days until Juza finally speaks to her, asking about something a professor said and she can’t stop the giddiness she feels

from then on, the two of them talk with each other while waiting for class or after

well, it’s more like Nanami does all the talking while Juza listens and chimes in every now and then but it’s fine. Nanami doesn’t mind at all, she’s just glad to see him relaxed

Kohana & Guy 💐🍵

you would think that they’d meet through Tsumugi or Tasuku given that she was their childhood friend, but that isn’t the case. They meet by accident, a couple of weeks before the Winter Troupe starts rehearsals for Phantom

Guy was walking by the river when a couple of yellow flowers fall on top of him

It bounces off his head and into his hands, he’s a little confused until he hears a female voice call out to him

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that!”

he looks up and sees her on the bridge, leaning over the railings with a slightly panicked and apologetic face, her eyes flicker to the river and he follows her gaze to see a bouquet floating in the water

Guy stares at it for a moment before his legs start moving towards the bouquet to save it, luckily it was near the edge but his sleeves do get kinda wet

once he’s managed to retrieve it, he shakes the water off the bouquet as gently as he can before handing it over to the girl who meets him halfway the slope of the riverside

He offers the bouquet to her “I believe this is yours. I apologize, I did my best to keep them from getting damaged even more.”

She smiles at him bashfully and takes the bouquet into her arm, “Thank you but you didn’t have to do that. Look at you, you’re soaked now.”

she offers to pay for the dry cleaning and he respectfully declines, stating that it was no bother and it’ll dry off throughout the day

but of course Kohana still feels a little guilty so she offers him some tea back in her shop

they share a pleasant afternoon together and although Guy isn’t that well versed in expressing himself just yet, it didn’t seem to bother Kohana at all

when Guy sees it’s getting late, he says his goodbyes and thanks her for the tea

Kohana stops him at the door and presents him three stems of a white flower all wrapped up “Please take this as a token of my appreciation for helping me out and keeping me company.”, she says with a smile and Guy accepts them with a nod and a good evening.

Mizuki & Omi 🐰🐺

so these two, they actually met when they were young

Mizuki was kidnapped when she was 11 as she was the niece of the Gisenkai head, so you could imagine just how much people were sent out to look for her (fortunately they found her at the end of the day)

it was actually Omi who found her first, locked up in an abandoned house in the woods, he had been exploring and was on his way home when he spotted a man creeping around

sensing that something wasn’t right, Omi tailed him and was surprised by what he found

he knew he should’ve called the police but he didn’t feel comfortable in leaving the girl so he made some noises outside, making sure to stay hidden as he lured the man away from the warehouse before heading back to sneak the girl out. He the brought her to the police station and that was that

I don’t think Mizuki would remember him since it was quite the traumatizing experience while Omi on the other hand would probably remember her but like he doesn’t realize right away that she’s the girl he rescued

they reunite the same way they met, with Omi rescuing her except this time it’s from some creep following her

he was getting a picture of the street’s scenery when she suddenly appeared in his viewfinder, the picture being taken just as she turned to face him; his breath hitching at the sight of her

her eyes lit up at him and a tentative smile made its way on her face as she approached him, “There you are darling, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

his heart stutters and he lowers his camera to look at the girl directly, cyan eyes meeting amber

he purses his lips, an apology about to come out when he spots a man hiding behind a street light. Oh.

Omi smiles at the girl sheepishly and takes her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, “I’m sorry, I got caught up taking photos. Did I make you wait long?”

her eyes light up in relief and she relaxes as she chuckles a little nervously, “Perhaps. You always do get a little distracted with that camera of yours…”

“Not as distracted when it comes to you,” he returns with a charming smile and slips an arm around her shoulder, leading her away. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

they introduce theirselves to one another later once Omi deems that the man was no longer following them and Mizuki treats him to coffee as a sign of gratitude

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SR] A Body That Captures Your Gaze (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Muku: As for what you can use as reference… first off is this!

Masumi: …Shoujo manga?

Muku: Yep. You wanted to learn how to be alluring, right? I referenced the hero’s poses on the covers and frontispieces for this series…

*flips page*

Muku: Like… this one, for example. I think he looks seductive when he places his hand on his neck and stares at the heroine in front of him.

Masumi: I didn't know manga could be used not only as a reference for love, but also for these kinds of poses.

Muku: That’s right. It’s amazing, isn’t it! Ah, but it’s shoujo manga, so the heroine is shown a lot. Not everything can be used as reference…

Masumi: That’s fine. I’ll do those with Director next time.

Muku: If you’d ever like to recreate the poses, please let me know! I’ll take the pictures for you!

Masumi: Sure, I’ll ask you to be my photographer.

Muku: No problem! Ah, that’s right. I have something else that'll be helpful, so please wait a moment.

Masumi: ? Okay.

*Muku leaves*

Masumi: …

*flips page*

Masumi: I’d like to do this manga’s pose with Director.

*Muku comes back*

Muku: Thank you for waiting. I brought what I think will help.

Masumi: Is this a magazine?

Muku: That's right. I borrowed this magazine from Yuki-kun and Taichi-kun. I read it when I was doing my previous bromide photoshoot.

*flips page*

Muku: I thought this model’s pose and this actor’s gaze were charming.

Masumi: …I see what you mean. I guess these photos are alluring. They’re like your bromide that Director was complimenting earlier.

Muku: There’s more pictures of the same model on the other pages too… Ah, I know. If you’re up for it, why don’t you try taking some practise shots? You might be able to find the perfect pose that way.

Masumi: Sure. I’ll give it a try.

-pause-

*click*

Muku: …Can you tilt your face a bit more?

Masumi: Like this?

Muku: Exactly! You sure look dashing, Masumi-kun.

Masumi: … (The pose on this page has his bangs pushed back…)

Muku: Ah, Masumi-kun! Please keep that pose and throw a flirty glance. I think it’ll look more alluring that way.

Masumi: …A flirty glance? Is this right?

Muku: !

*click*

Muku: You nailed it! It’s super seductive. You look really cool!

*click*

Masumi: …

Muku: …Can you expose your stomach a bit more?

Masumi: Sure… this much?

Muku: Perfect… may I make some adjustments?

Masumi: Go ahead. …Is it alright to cover them that much? The picture’s supposed to show off my abs and all.

Muku: You put so much work into your muscles, so I don’t think you should hide them completely. But I also don’t think it feels like Masumi-kun to reveal too much!

Masumi: …I see.

Muku: Ah, I’m so sorry! It’s not like I’m the magazine’s photographer or anything. I was just blabbing on my own…

Masumi: You don’t need to apologize. I prefer if you speak your mind. I’ll remember what you told me.

Muku: Masumi-kun…

Masumi: Muku, give me more tips.

Muku: Sure thing!

-pause-

*click*

Muku: …Is this enough?

Masumi: You helped a lot. Send all the pictures you just took to me.

Muku: You got it! I can’t wait to see your magazine.

Masumi: (…I’ll show all of these pictures to her later.)

-pause-

Izumi: I don’t think I need to go shopping for anything today. That means…

Masumi: I found you.

Izumi: Ah, Masumi-kun. Were you looking for me?

Masumi: Yeah. I asked Muku to take pictures of me in different poses for the upcoming magazine photoshoot.

Izumi: Oh, really?

Masumi: Yeah. How do these look?

Izumi: Wow, these photos are incredible!

Option 1: “You sure look mature.”

Izumi: You sure look mature. The brushed back bangs look great, but your sidelong glance looks especially nice.

Masumi: You really think so?

Izumi: Yeah. My heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Masumi: I’ll definitely do the same thing in the actual photoshoot then.

Izumi: Sounds good. But make sure to stay flexible and follow the staff’s instructions, alright?

Option 2: “The small glimpse of your abs works well.”

Izumi: The small glimpse of your abs works well. The way you’re not actually showing everything feels very you.

Masumi: Muku said that too. It’s more like me if I don’t show too much.

Izumi: I agree. I don’t know how much you’re going to be asked to show in the actual shoot… But I think this much works well.

Masumi: I got it. I won’t expose any more than this no matter what they say.

Izumi: Eh!? Please stay flexible and follow the staff’s instructions, alright!

Masumi: I will… if you say so.

Izumi: Perfect, I’m counting on you. Great, I'm relieved. I’m sure the real shoot will go just fine.

Masumi: Leave it to me. I’ll do my best on the day of so you’ll compliment me even more.

-pause-

Masumi: Here, Muku… As thanks for yesterday.

Muku: Yesterday? Ah, about the poses!? You don’t have to thank me…!

Masumi: I wanted to. Director complimented me after I showed her the pictures you took for me.

Muku: Oh, really!? That’s great to hear! In that case, I’ll happily accept this.

Masumi: …Go ahead.

Muku: Oh gosh, it’s the chocolates I like! I’m so happy. Thank you very much!

Masumi: It’s nothing. You’re the one who helped me out. Thanks, Muku.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Prompt List

*Did I label these like a chess board because I’m re-learning how to play, maybe. Do I regret it? Not one bit. 

I’ve never done this prompt list before; I’ve had it in my drafts for a while and I want to give it a shot. 

If you have any questions about requests, please refer to this link

Anger

A1. “We all have demons. I just choose to feed mine.”

B1. “Go to hell” “I’ve been there. The Devil didn’t like me and spat me back out”

C1. “Don’t play with the devil. He always cheats.”

D1. “You know I didn’t have to do anything.” “Yeah, exactly.” “Alright! That’s it you little-”

E1. “If karma doesn’t hit you, don’t worry, I will.”

F1. “That’s it.” “Where are you going?” “I’m going to find a rock and hit you with it.” 

G1. “I’m going to close my eyes, take a deep breath, and when I open them, you’re gonna stop acting like an idiot. Got it?” 

H1. “Why did you think proposing was a good idea?!” 

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Best Friends to Lovers

A2. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

B2. “It killed me to see you with him.”

C2. “See the eyes they’re making at each other? It’s going as planned.”

D2. “I know they didn’t need my help, but honestly, I personally think they totally do.”

E2. “I can finally say I’m dating my best friend.”

F2. “You already met my family, so this saves you a traumatizing experience.”

G2. “Hardly anything changed. I’m actually relieved.”

H2. “It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

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Enemies to Lovers

A3. “I don’t fall in love with people very often, I just can’t believe it was you. Out of everyone, you just had to steal my heart. That’s very rude, you know, to steal?”

B3. "Last time i checked, you guys were at each other’s throats. how come you're sending heart eyes every time you see her now?"

C3. "Well, well, well. look who's running back into my arms. i told you that i'm irresistible, didn't i?"

D3. “I may not like you, but i'm not heartless."

E3. "You sound pretty hot when you shut up."

F3. "There are only three things in this world i truly cannot stand: you, you, and you."

G3. "Any time something bad happens to me, you've always been there. are you cursing me or something?"

H3. "Take your time, darling. hell's happy to wait for you."

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Angst

A4. “I know for a fact that you’re not “fine”.”

B4. “You’re looking at me like you’re disgusted. What did I do? Just tell me what I did, please!”

C4. “I’m the one who deserves an apology!”

D4. “What happened between us?”

E4. “Nothing has changed!” “Yes it has, and you know it.”

F4. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

G4. “I know you want me to tell you I love you, but that would be a lie.” “Then lie to me. Just for a little while.”

H4. “I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for.”

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Falling Out of Love

A5. "i just wish you never promised to love me till death did us apart."

B5. "i don't love you anymore." "i know, i've noticed."

C5. "what hurts the most is that i know you still care about me."

D5. "You can always come find me if you're in need of anything." "But what if I need you?"

E5. "I knew that this would happen one day. I just didn't know it would arrive so soon."

F5. "So, are we good now?" "Yeah, we're good."

G5. "Well, this is awkward." "We literally have the same friends. Of course we were going to be hanging out together again eventually, you idiot."

H5. "I hope you find someone who loves you more than i could."

-

Hiding an Injury 

A6. “You can barely keep your eyes open.. When was the last time you slept?”

B6. “Take off your shirt. Don't give me that look”

C6. “What was that? You winced.”

D6. “You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me”

E6. “Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step”

F6. “I know you're hurt. And I'm tired of waiting for you to bring it up”

G6. “Don't give me that bullshit”

H6. “How could you let it get this bad?”

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Weightless (The Leap of a Jade Rabbit)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Pairings: Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Chapter 44/?

Midoriya Izuku stopped believing in heroes when a tragedy occurred in his life. When at the tender age of 11, he lost everything that was everything dear to him, everything that was worth living for. Yet he doesn’t give up. He can’t give up. He decides to make a choice instead. No longer will he stand around and wait for the heroes to arrive while a crime goes down. He’ll be his own hero and a hero to those who are just like him. Those waiting for help that will never arrive. In order to do that, though, he’ll have to fight to survive and lie through his teeth. It won’t be so bad!

After all, it’s not like they can bring him in for vigilantism and Illegal Quirk Usage when he doesn’t even have a quirk, right?

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Neither of them speak. Both are waiting for the first move to be made and don’t want to make the first step; Speak the first word. They have what feels like the stare down of the century, daring one another to break first. Amber gold versus viridian green. Their faces are pleasantly neutral even if their eyes are as fierce as Hawks’ wings. Izuku doesn’t know why this is the start of their mental chess game. But he accompanies it to something similar to playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ to see who goes first. It’s that but with their eyes and their resolve instead. 

“So, what did you want to speak with me about?” Hawks’ voice is steady, but the intent is clear. Fine you win. You’re white, I’m black. Go first.

Gladly, Izuku thinks before smiling and saying aloud, “I just had a few questions and concerns that I thought might need to be brought to your attention.”

White pawn to D4. 

“Oh? Do tell! I’m curious,” Hawks head tilts just a bit in intrigue. Izuku doesn’t think it’s real. 

Black pawn to E6. A safe move. He’s wary. Good to know.

“It’s just a few things regarding the numbers of civilians saved by your agency or agencies that you work very closely and publicly with in the last few months. You have other heroes working here with you right? Others that the commission supports? Other agencies supported by the commission similarly to yours?” 

White pawn to E3.

Hawks grins, “Yes of course! We all do our best to help each other and, more importantly, as many people out there that we can! The fact that they’re all also supported by the commission is nothing but a coincidence really! Similar to how friends who go to school together often end up working in the same field or at the same location. We already knew each other, so it’s just much easier to work together!” 

Black knight to H6.

“I see. I suppose that makes sense,” Izuku nods before turning his head and placing a finger against his chin, “Except for… maybe a few. Or maybe a lot. Or maybe all of them.” 

White knight to C3.

“What do you mean? They’re all upstanding heroes!” Hawks' smile is still in place. 

Black bishop to B4.

“I doubt that. There’s several that could be called into question without the intervention of the commission, I think.” 

White pawn to A3.

Hawks flinches at that so minutely to the point that Izuku almost doesn’t catch it. But he’s observant enough to have caught it anyway. “What makes you say that? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” 

Black rook to F8, Black king to G8. Castling. He’s on the defensive and trying to protect himself.

Izuku raises his hand and starts counting on his fingers, “Lady Nagant: known for being seen at cases where high profile criminals have mysteriously ended up dead. Uwabami: known for prioritizing looks and appearances rather than civilian rescues, not to mention the unsavory rumors of anyone she takes as a sidekick and that she may have even had a lawsuit where she didn’t save someone because they ‘weren’t pretty enough for her tastes.’ Leech: who has multiple complaints from his rescued civilians that they felt worse after their interaction with him, one of which actually passed away after their rescue where the doctor’s stated that their organs failed suddenly in a matter of minutes and there were visible handprint shaped bruises on their arms. Right where Leech had touched them to help them up. Not to mention your very public… opinion on Endeavor.” 

White bishop to D3.

The face Hawks makes is paled but schooled. He clears his throat, careful to keep his face neutral, “Oh c’mon, kid! Those are just rumors! And my opinion about Endeavor was of his past heroic feats! You have to admit some of them were impressive! He was really my hero back then!”

Black pawn to F5. A stupid move. 

“He let the commission just take you, Hawks! You were a child and he put up no resistance to it, even though he knew what they were like!” 

White bishop to F5, takes the black pawn. 

“They didn’t take me! It was my mother’s decision to have me go to them!” 

Black rook leaves the black king to move to space F5, taking white bishop. King is now open for attack. 

“Was it truly your mother’s decision? What about your decision? Were you ever consulted about if this is what you wanted?” He presses.

White pawn to F3. Bait. 

“‘What I wanted?’” Hawks reels back, blinking at him in confusion, “My mother wanted what was best for me and our family! My decision didn’t matter or have any merit to the situation!”

Black rook to F3 to take white pawn. Bait taken. 

“Really? You think that’s what a good mother does? Leave a kid to be raised by a government organization? What about your dad? Was he a good dad?” He leans forward a bit to level a harsh stare at him, “I know the answer to both questions. I know what your family was like before and after the commission ‘graciously’ took you in.”

White queen to F3, takes black rook.

“You’re adopted, kid. I’m not sure you have the best viewpoint of good parents!” It’s a weak defense tactic. A very pitiful one at that. It’s meant to hurt him, call out his insecurities. It doesn’t work for several reasons. It’s a very idiotic move on Hawks’ part. Black pawn to B6, basically.

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the blonde, “You think I’m in the system because my biological parents didn’t want me? If so, you’re dead wrong.”

White pawn to B4, takes black bishop. 

The noise that leaves Hawks in nothing short of a squawk. A true-blue bird squawk. “I-I didn’t mean to imply something like that!” 

Black pawn to D5. He’s trying to go back to playing it safe. Izuku’s used to taking risks. He smiles innocently, “Well that’s good to hear! Would you like to hear some of the things that my mom did for me when she was still alive?” 

White knight to H3. Make him think he’s got a bit of a safety net. 

“Sure kid! I’m sure our experiences are quite the same! We both had good moms after all!”

Black knight to F5. A slightly smarter move on his part but a foolish one if you know how to take advantage of it.

“Well for starters, she always made my favorite food when I was having a bad day!” 

White knight to D5, takes black pawn. 

Hawks nods, “Perfectly normal mom behavior for sure. Mine did too!” 

Black pawn to D5, takes white knight. 

“She’d buy me things whenever I did something good, like ace a test!” 

White queen to F5, takes black knight. Now he’s on the ropes. 

“Yep, m-mine too! I got an Endeavor doll from her that I absolutely loved!”

Black knight to C6. He’s getting desperate. He’s being truthful about the doll but not truthful about why she bought it for him.

“She always stood up for me! Told other parents and kids that just because I was quirkless didn’t mean there was something wrong with me!”

White pawn to C3. Try and take something, I dare you. 

Hawks’ facial expression twitches, “Oh… she… She did huh? My mom didn’t say that but maybe that’s because I’m not quirkless?”

Black Bishop to A6. He’s starting to spiral and is now making stupid moves. He’ll be slipping up big time any moment now.

“I mean I guess so, but there’s something that she did that really proved she loved me,” He lets the sentimentality slip into his voice at that line. 

White knight to F4. 

“Oh yeah? What was it?” He asks.

Black pawn to G6. Stupid, as expected.

He levels a completely flat stare at him, “She killed my abusive father when he tried to attack me for being a ‘worthless child.’”

White queen to E6. Check. 

Hawks stares blankly at him for a long moment, voice quiet when he finally asks, “... What?” 

Black King to F8. Right where Izuku wants him.

The bright happy smile is back on Izuku’s face, “Oh yeah! Well, that hasn’t actually been fully confirmed but based on what I told the police about that day, it seems pretty probable!”  

White knight to G6, takes black pawn. Check.

“Well… I mean… That’s still murder, y’know?” 

Black pawn to G6, takes white knight.

“Well yeah I guess. Murder in defense of another technically. The point is that she saw I was in danger and didn’t hesitate to cause that man bodily harm. She knew he wasn’t the man she married and that there was no way she was going to let her child be hurt by him.” 

White Rook to F1. Check. C’mon. Any moment now. Don’t drag it out too long.

“Your mom sounds like she was really special.”

Black king to G7. 

“Oh she was. Make no mistake. Honestly, if she was still alive she’d probably be sitting her talking to you instead of me. She was really loving like that! Hated to see anyone suffering at the hands of another.”

White pawn to E4.

“Yeah. It sure sounds like it.” 

Black knight to B4, takes white pawn. He’s trying to drag it out. He’s also not making the comparisons to his own mother anymore. Time to switch tactics.

“But now… what about your dad? You’ve only mentioned your mom currently after all. It was her decision, but what about him? Do you think I know?” His voice lilts in a certain way that it would probably send shivers down anyone’s spine. Hawks is a pro though so the only sign of anything is a slight twitch. 

White bishop to F4.

“If you already know then there’s no need to talk about him, right?” Hawks tries to pressure him into changing the subject.

Black knight to A2. He’s not thinking clearly. He missed a major opportunity to put Izuku into check. He became distracted with the mention of his father. Izuku knows those signs. PTSD at its finest.

Izuku places a hand on his chest with another innocent look, “But I talked about my dad and how he was abusive. Shouldn’t we talk about your dad then? Just to make it fair?”

White bishop to E5. Check.

“I don’t think that’s how it works, man. We’re chatting, not trauma dumping!”  

Black king to H7.

“Well that’s true. So since we both know your parental situation and mine, let’s get back to the topic at hand. The commission!” 

White rook to A1, take black knight. Thought he forgot about that, didn’t he?

Hawks claps his hands together, “Right! So, what can I do to dissuade you from all those nasty rumors going around about them and some of my fellow heroes?” 

Black queen to E7. Oh, he’s really going down the hole now. 

“You can’t. I know they aren’t rumors. I know it from a well known and respected source as well.”

White queen to E7, take black queen. Check.

“Wh… What source?”

Black King to G8.

“Well I mean, Nedzu is the one who recommended I talk to you about this! Said you would be able to help us with the first steps to making sure the commission finally gets the media attention it deserves; The bad kind.” 

White rook to F6. Just a few more moves and he’ll have him. 

“I… I mean… I guess… I just…”

Black pawn to E4, takes white pawn. He’s not even trying anymore really. Maybe that’s intentional. Maybe he’s tired of these games but especially tired of the one the commission plays with him as the game piece.

“Hawks… we can help you. Or well… not me specifically. But Nedzu can! He knows! He just needs someone to come forward to start it all off. Please, let us help you be the hero you’re really meant to be.”

White rook to G6. Checkmate.

Hawks throws his hands up, wings spreading out wide as well, “OKAY FINE! I give! You’re right… about everything. My parents, the commission, the other heroes, everything! I just… I technically owe them so much and I don’t know what to do! I’ve tried several times to get out of it but everytime they remind me of the situation that put me here in the first place and tell me to just keep my head down ‘or else.’ What do I even do?! Where do I even start?!”

Izuku smiles genuinely, “We start with Nedzu. The first thing you have to do is talk to Nedzu about everything you know. He’ll get the ball rolling and also make sure that the commission can’t try to get to you before everything’s done.”

“Will Nedzu really help?” Hawks asks, sounding somewhat hopeless, “He’s not exactly known for liking us humans.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “He dislikes humans but he dislikes humans who abuse their power more. If nothing else, he’ll help for that reason alone. Besides, he really has beef against the commission.” 

Those bright red wings droop a bit in realization, “Oh… Right. That’s true. Okay. I’ll… uh… give him a call?”

“I wouldn’t recommend that. I’d go and meet with him in person. Just to make sure, y’know, no one can listen in on the line?” 

Hawks snaps his fingers into a finger gun and points it at him, “Right. Good plan on that side. I’ll give him a call and set up a meeting.” His computer pings which causes him to look over in confusion. He grabs the mouse and checks something before just turning back to Izuku with a blank look, “Or he’ll just email me himself and set it up.”

“He was probably listening in on our whole conversation.”

“How?” Hawks eyebrow raises at that. Izuku just shrugs in response. The ways of the Rat God are mysterious to all, even him. The doors open behind him and he turns to watch Toyomitsu come through them carrying several trays of Takoyaki. “Sorry it took me so long guys!” He exclaims, handing one to each of them before keeping the rest for himself, “The line was nuts!” 

“Nah, all good Tai! We just finished up here. Didn’t we, little buddy?” Hawks smiles at him knowingly.

“Yeah. We have,” Izuku responds with a smile of his own.

“Hey! You can’t call him little buddy! That’s my nickname for him!” Toyomitsu complains good naturedly before eating one of his Takoyaki, “So. What’d you think, Kei? Isn’t he amazing?!”

The look in Hawks eyes and smile stays knowing as he replies without hesitation, “Yeah, Tai, he really is.”