#I sure would lose it after a week at Reo's place

[thyandrawrites]

It's all about Nagi living alone in a tiny one bedroom, one bathroom apartment with zero personality and Reo having a whole floor for himself but still living surrounded by tacky-expensive home decor with no apparent traces of his actual personality, either. It's all about how Nagi's parents haven't visited him in 2 years nor taken an interest in his life since, while Reo's are content to live floors apart from their teenage son, only taking an interest in what value he can bring to Mikage Corp but being otherwise uninvolved in / dismissive of his actual life. It's all about them being surrounded by people and still not knowing how to form a meaningful connection with another person before meeting each other. It's all about them being so starved for genuine human warmth to combat their bone-deep loneliness that they both treasure memories of tiny, inconsequential moments where they were spending time with their parents. Something something it's this line,

and how it describes them both despite being said about Reo. It's them being awkward 17-year-olds who had never before had an equal who would just respect them as they are and unconditionally look their way. In this essay I will-

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Meeting your parents for the first time!

something short n simple to hopefully get out of writers block!

gn!reader

characters: reo, nagi, sae

Mikage Reo;

Reo always comes off as a confident person who always gets his way with things

At least that's how you've always known him...until now

For weeks prior to the fated day, he has been asking you so many questions

"What type of food do they enjoy?" "Do you think (restaurant) would be a good place?" "Should I start with talking about my education or my plans for the future? Or my achievements in soccer? Or maybe my wealth?" "What are your mother's favorite flowers?" "Should I buy them an expensive bottle of whiskey? Or wine? Would they like that?" "Does your mother wear silver or gold?"

At this point you are so done with him

So you look at him straight in the eyes and tell him to just be himself

Easier said than done when he really wants to make a good first impression

You are the love of his life, he doesn't know what he would do if this evening went badly

But in the end...Mikage Reo is Mikage Reo

The dinner goes way better than he ever could've imagined

Your parents already know so much about him...Mainly since you've told them a lot of things, but also because he's...well, Mikage Reo.

Reo is charismatic and familiar with such situations, he's honestly so smooth with the way he speaks the whole evening

So your parents approve this relationship...Honestly they probably gave their approval the moment they heard the name Mikage but oh well!

Nagi Seishiro;

Nagi kind of just doesn't care much?

He doesn't care about making first impressions or getting your parents approval

And him first meeting your parents just happens on a random evening

You had begged him to walk you home from school and your mother basically forced him to stay for dinner

"Wow you are so tall! (Y/n) has told us so much about you!"

Nagi isn't sure how to act since it happened so unexpectedly

And honestly he probably doesn't leave the best impression

Your parents ask him questions about his plans for the future and his answers aren't exactly what parents want to necessarily hear

But...he plays soccer and that possibly equals good money so he is good for now

And your parents know how happy he makes you, so you get their approval <3

After dinner he tells you how awkward he felt the whole evening...

During it he realized that you are such an important person to him, and he wouldn't want to lose you over one flimsy dinner...he wished he could've prepared for it

Next time he visits, he brings a small bouquet of flowers...just to make up for the last time...your parents see that he cares about you a lot, approved! <3

He probably asked Reo for advice but that shall be a secret from you and your parents!

Itoshi Sae;

From the first mention of his name, your parents have already given their approval

But Sae will make sure to leave a good impression as his own person

He would probably set up a simple dinner in a restaurant you could never afford

He is so formal with your parents...You've never seen him so polite with anyone

And the confidence. He doesn't ask many questions prior, and answers all the questions your parents ask so confidently that you think he has a whole script for this

And yes maybe he did practice his answers a little beforehand

But that he would never tell you...

Oh, your parents are indeed impressed...Sae didn't go overboard with anything, and everything just seemed so perfect...

Approved!

Later he admits that he was a bit nervous about the evening

You may tease him, but in the end you two are just satisfied with the outcome

[areylapierce]

Real Estate Broker's Guide For Retirement Planning (Part 3 of 3)

Both the most common ways to use SDIRAs in real estate are: (1) Purchase an investment property (2) Fund a real residence loan Purchase of an investment property: A real estate agent listed the REO fourplex that was in pretty bad condition. The proprietor prior to the lender getting it back from the foreclosure proceedings cleared the property, did no repairs or maintenance, just received the rents from the tenants as long as he could. Gradually two of the tenants moved out because of the poor problems and the other two quit paying rent because they discovered the owner was going to lose the property to foreclosure. They labeled the owner's bluff and quit paying and the operator disappeared from sight. About 12 months after the find of default was filed the lender now owned the house and property and listed it with a local real estate agent. The professional upon listing the property gave the two remaining tenants "cash for keys" and both tenants packed up and even vacated their units. The property was now 100% vacant. A Buyer's agent had the perfect buyer for it. He previously been working with John for a couple of years. John was self-employed owner of a computer company. John couldn't fix anything but his childhood friend was a general contractor and was able to do all the needed work on John's previously acquired real estate. John did have experience owning rental properties, that were bought in similar condition to the fourplex. After a period John had taken advantage of the opportunity to set up an IRA not to mention always contributed the maximum to it. John was not aware that she could use his IRA to invest in real estate, something he recognized and loved being involved in. John had been very happy with his IRA investments by investing in mutual funds which will had performed real well. When his knowledgeable real estate professional shared with him that he could set up a Self Instructed IRA and invest in real estate, he knew this was a really perfect situation for him. He contacted one of the Custodians out of your list I provided and completed the paperwork the fact that enabled the new Custodian to have his existing IRA folded over into a SDIRA. His timing was perfect, 8 weeks later the stock market did its meltdown. John got $177, 000. 00 now sitting in his SDIRA in which to invest in real estate. John and his agent happen to be very selective; they didn't jump at any put up. They waited over a year until the right deal arrived. A deal that John could use his skills to maximise his return on investment. The property was listed for $275, 000. John and his agent knew that this fourplex received sold for $200, 000 more than the list rate three years earlier. John's agent presented an offer for the purpose of full price the first day it hit the market. John had previously been preapproved for a 55% loan to value non- recourse loan with the bank that he had been doing business with for years. The next SDIRA the loan has to be non-recourse so don't expect to have any loan to be more than 65-70% loan to importance. Don't forget that the law requires the property to be the only collateral. There can be no personal guarantee which allows the lender to come after the SDIRA holder in event of foreclosure. John had believed the rehab of the property would be at least $15, 000 with a worst case cost of $20, 000. On his proposal he used the worst case determine knowing that with a $125, 000 down payment and $5, 000 closing costs he would still have $27, 000 placed in his SDIRA. The remaining funds could be used for sustaining costs as he was rehabbing the property and screening process for good tenants. John's contractor friend estimated that he would've the property in A+ condition within a month. Within with three months John with the help of his real estate agent had four quality tenants each renting a unit at $850/month. John will now be receiving in excess of $1, 200 per month that is going into his particular SDIRA. Monthly Operating Statement: $3, 400. 00-Monthly rental prices of $850. 00 X 4 units -$200. 00-6% allowance for vacancy -$1, 000. 00-30% operating prices. John's agent does management -$900. 00--$150, 000 nonrecourse loan for 30 years at 6% interest Bottom-line is $1, 200. 00+ per month is going into John's SDIRA. Each month the management company sends the Custodian a check, John never handles any of the funds. John's SDIRA is only earning 8% per year, but John has recently turned down two offers in excess of $370, 000 to sell his / her A+ fourplex which is one of the most desired properties in town. The things excites John the most is that if he decides selling the property he doesn't have to do a 1031 Exchange towards defer taxes. The sale proceeds will go directly into his or her SDIRA and will be deferred until he starts withdrawing dollars after he turns 59 1/2. John's real estate agent seems to have shared John's success story with a couple of his pre-existing clients as well as three solid referrals who would like to form a small business group with John for future projects. Some of the investment decision funds will be from SDIRAs and some will not be. Properly put in place this is allowable. They have a couple exciting possibilities that they are building offers on. Fund a real estate loan: This is the most popular area of SDIRAs. I started arranging private investor fiscal loans in 1997 and was given the opportunity to see the power in controlling your retirement through SDIRAs. As I started appointment private individual investors and I brought potential borrowing products to them I was amazed that many of them had huge amounts of money to fund real estate loans. Often when it came moments to vest the loans (the beneficiary name on the loan) it was vested in part or in whole in a SDIRA. Gradually as I developed my investor relationships I enjoyed the particular investor's stories of their financial successes. Many of the investors began having their SDIRA invest in real estate loans back in typically the 1970's. When they originally started they were usually buying supplier carry back notes at a discount. Eventually that developed to broker arranged real estate loans as the laws transformed in the early 1980's. Broker arranged loans created enable you to be in compliance with usury laws. Of course they however bought discounted carry back notes as the opportunities came out. The broker arranged loans were the type of loans i was presenting to them. They typically were a loan who for various reasons needed to be funded by a private dollars source. Loans where: (1) Borrower had lots of collateral and needed quick loan (2) Borrower was in property foreclosure (3) Borrower has an unusual type property (4) Debtor had poor credit (5) Borrower needed funds pertaining to tenant improvements to lease out the property The record was endless with reasons borrowers needed a private real estate investor funded loan. It was very challenging and exciting to arrange these loans. The guidelines on the loans were often one of a kind to the particular situation, but the loan to value highly seldom changed: Single family owner occupied 70% Greatest loan to value Single family non owner engaged 65% Maximum loan to value Commercial 60% The most loan to value Industrial 55% Maximum loan in order to value Land 35% Maximum loan to value Keep in mind certain situations dictated higher or lower loan to make sure you values. As an example a residence in Newport Beach, FLORIDA would definitely generate a higher comfort level and higher loan for you to value than a house in a less desirable part of Southern region Central Los Angeles. Every loan would have its own pluses and minuses which will factor into the rate/terms and loan amounts. The up to date passing of the SAFE Act in 2008 has had the effects of inspiring many new laws on both the talk about and federal level that have a great impact on single family group loans. That is why it so important to do business with professionals. Manage people who know the laws, are members of the good industry professional groups such as California Mortgage Association on California, have experience and a proven track record. The last part of the world you need is a real estate loan that violates legal issues. Recently my company had a loan request for a stockroom building brought to us. The building was free and also clear in a nice industrial section of Southern California. The actual owners of the building had recently inherited it plus were not in need of a large amount of cash, which in this case the buyer/borrower didn't have. The owner was willing to carry back a second trust deed if the buyer/borrower could arrange a loan. Any buyer/borrower had very poor credit due to the rapid expansion regarding his business and the constant need for cash that he wasn't paying back on time. The buyer/borrower had been turned down by each lending institution in town. Frustrated because the building would be perfect for the expanding business and with the possibility that the seller would be willing to assist with the financing this was an opportunity that he couldn't lose. The particular sales price was $1, 700, 000 which was a very fair price, but as always we instructed an appraisal from an appraiser who specialized through this type of property. There is too much at stake to guess within the value of a property. The potential liability in occasion of something going wrong with the loan later on caused by an "inflated value" presented to us by sometimes the borrower or mortgage broker is a very high price paying. We also required an environmental report due to the types of property. Don't skip any steps, do your sufficient research. The appraisal did come in at the $1, 700, 000 sale price. We agreed to make a loan for $1, 000, 000, which was about 60% loan to worth. My investors were happy to get 10. 25% regular monthly interest only payments for five years with a couple of year prepayment penalty. My investors were very risk-free with a 1st trust deed on a nice warehouse at a fairly decent area of Southern California. The buyer/borrower was basically very happy because he was able to acquire a great property just for his growing business without expending valuable cash reserves. He was well aware with his poor credit as well as need to get a stronger financial statement it was going to possibly be at least two years before he was going to a bank loan. Owner of the property was also very pleased because they received the million dollars and a monthly payment check from the $700, 000 second trust deed that they carried back from new buyer. 100% financing didn't provide the needed protection for the dealer of the property. They also got a personal guarantee from patron as well as cross collateral on another property owned by your buyer. Privately funded real estate loans are an important area of real estate financing, especially in today's tight real estate finance current market. Through your SDIRA you can participate in them. I can take note of you thinking, "I don't have that kind of money to advance loans". I don't either, yet my investors as well as I would do these loans. You are allowed to pool your own SDIRA (or other investment funds) with other buyers to make loans. Often this is accomplished with a loan group or with a private money lender that is skilled within grouping investors together. The group of investors would receive title to the loan as "tenants in common" and possess an undivided interest per their percentage of the home loan. It wasn't uncommon to have six to eight investors on one payday loan. By the use of grouping investors together to fund a loan I been given a statement today for my share of a $150, 000 loan that goes into my SDIRA. I did the loan with two other investors six years ago. Typically the loan amount of $150, 000 is secured by a $650, 000 lovely single family vacation home(non owner occupied) from a great part of Southern California. The loan pays 12% interest and the monthly payment from the borrower always arrives promptly. 12% sure beats the wild swings of the stock game lately. You that are familiar with the Rule of seventy two know that 12% will double your investment in half dozen years. Take this opportunity to use your real estate proficiency or the skills of a real estate professional to take control of this future. Use SDIRAs to create an abundant retirement for you additionally your family.

[315-no-stage]

[20190827] TFG 「My dear Summer」Release Event Photo Session fan report

(Yeah, I know it’s been over two weeks since the event. LOL I’m not much of a timely blogger but if you want the blow-by-blow as it happens, my Twitter is the best bet. I tend to word vomit especially when I’m going through an anxiety episode... as you would see later on. I’m mostly doing this for memory keeping, for myself lmao. And for information too, if you’re interested, especially if you’re a fan living outside of Japan. Please keep in mind that my listening skills are stronger than my speaking skills. However, when put on the spot, under pressure, that goes all away ahaha. I can’t read Japanese apart from name kanji.)

I guess I should begin when I first heard about this event. It was around May 2019 when the TFG twitter announced that they are holding a two-shot cheki chance event to celebrate the release of their first single My dear Summer. At that time, I simply wanted to get my hands on the CD lol. We had dreams of going to Anisamano plans of going to Japan any time soon (since I only just came back from my Tokyo no Jin trip earlier that month). 

I had my brother help me out with buying the CDs (Google Translate can only do so much) when he actually encouraged me to try for the cheki. He said it’s a lottery system, as usual, and it won’t hurt to try since I’m buying stuff anyway. So I did. I bought both the First Press Limited Edition sets A and B using my boy Haruto Sakuraba’s link and didn’t really think much of it. They said they were going to announce winners on July 24. The event was the following month, August 27.

The ball started rolling after that. July was the 2.5D Actor Appreciation Month. #25DAAM on twitter.I featured Haruto and Mayu Yoshioka on mine. Then we somehow secured tickets to Anisama 2019. A small part of me was hoping... what if I hit for that cheki chance with Haruto. Anisama was happening the weekend of the cheki event after all. My brother was willing to either go to Japan early or stay late. Our schedule all depended on the cheki event results.

The day before results were to be released, I was a mess. It’s been a long time since I got a panic episode but something was in the water that day. Add to that, the results. The time difference threw me off and I was obsessively checking my email. My brother told me to give it a full 24 hours to account for the time difference. So what did I do? I distracted myself with Kenji Arita lmao. My brother and I had been fairly lucky with chuusen whether it be for tickets or fan events. The last time I attempted a lottery was for the Nelke Planning panel with Shiratorizawa at JF19. I didn’t hit for that because they only recognized actual JP addresses and my proxy wasn’t allowed. (But it was all good because the standby crowd got so large they allowed us to watch behind the ticket winners anyway haha.) I was praying that that won’t be the case here too.

When I woke up the next morning for work, I checked my email... and it was there.  I had my brother actually open the email and translate for me. We were looking for a "できません" but instead, it was a long email full of instructions and congratulations. I actually got picked! I read and re-read the email many times just to convince myself that I actually won. The email said that exact time and place of the event was to be announced only to winners in a separate email nearer the date. Cool cool. I felt so special LMAO.

I actually got the specifics about a week after the first email. The directions were weirdly specific... and helpful for someone like me who doesn’t know what to do with North-South-East-West directions; I work better with “Turn right when you see a Mini Stop across the street from a pachinko parlor” types AHAHAHA. Time frame was 5pm to 8-ish, then they specified that Haruto would have less than an hour to get through all the chekis with fans. They also said something about which forms of identification were required, which gifts/letters are accepted, even how the poses were chosen. 

But even with all that... I had no idea what to do. I tried lowkey Googling and stalking butai/idol social media for fan reports and... I couldn’t find anything that answers my questions (and quelled my anxiety over the matter haha). So I hope if you find yourself in the same situation later, AND IF YOU’RE AN OVERSEAS FAN, I hope this long ass post is going to be helpful to you. I’ve been to one other cheki event - with Hiroki Ino in Cosplay Mania 2018 in Manila - but that’s more straightforward than this one. 

(My slogan should be “Will travel for cheki” ahahaha.)

Now that you’ve read through all that, let’s fast forward to August 27. After a hearty lunch at DiveryCity Tokyo, I made my way to the venue using the EXACT directions they provided in the email. I got there at exactly 5PM. I get by okay by myself in Tokyo but my brother usually acts as translator for me, like a crutch. But like on my May trip, I was by my lonesome on this adventure. 

I see a couple of girls in skirts (I was in a skirt too and it was a good call because it was pretty much dress code lol) waiting by the lobby. The sign said B2F so I go down and see more dressed up girls, some even in a yukata. They started lining up so I do the same. I was trying to make myself look small because I was playing everything by ear. They started calling out everyone who hit for Kento so the line thinned a little bit. I got to the registration desk and the staffer who looked so much like Maki Kawase took my paper confirmation and ID. After looking through her sheet, Nobu’s, she politely corrected me that “Sakuraba-san isn’t until...” she said a time but in my flustered and frankly, embarrassed state, it took me a while to figure it out. She even referred to another staffer behind her for the correct time. I apologized and made my way out but then she pointed to a nearby bench, gesturing for me to stay there instead of going back up.

That was when I started panic tweeting HAHAHAHA. If you don’t want to read further, then please just click on this Twitter Thread instead. Thanks! But if you want Stephen King-level of detail, keep reading. XD

Watching those little kids do scales and random dances calmed me down. Miss Staff-san (let’s just call her that) kept tabs on me, glancing at me from time to time and whenever we’d meet eyes, she’d smile. That kept me grounded. Also, talking to my mutuals who were humoring me was a huge help. I managed to laugh and distract myself. When I started seeing a new batch of girls lining up with Haruto pin badges and an excess of purple on their person, I followed. When Miss Staff-san saw me up next, she gave me a huge smile and a thumbs up. I went up to register and.. my name was easiest to find since it was the only one in the Roman alphabet. I was number 50 in a list that I think went up to 75. 

We were herded into an honest to goodness dance practice studio. You know, with all the mirrors and low ceilings. Picture samples of the poses were on the wall, as done by Reo and Haruto. Pose A was your generic “double peace” sign. Pose B was doing an “Asian squat” and the photo was taken from above. Pose C would have you back-to-back with the member. Then there’s the special pose. Haruto teased that he was inspired by Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Hello, Pose C. Haruto Sakuraba is 6′2″ and I am a hobbit. Nope. Plus I’m very basic when it comes to poses. Ask Ino hahaha.

As the room filled, it drove home that I was the only foreigner there. Normally, it wouldn’t have mattered to me but at that moment, I was under a lot of pressure, my earlier faux pas still had me embarrassed, plus my severe lack of Japanese speaking skill was getting to me. I know, it’s all in my head; obviously I overcame it but if you have anxiety, you know how stressful that can be. I tried keeping myself small, trying to blend in. All the while, I kept seeing Miss Staff-san in my periphery and that calmed me down somewhat.

Then they lined us up according to the number on the ticket. I know what 50 is in Japanese so I just kept my ears open for that. I dropped off my fan letters before I could forget (Nobu got one too, handwritten in English but with a typed up translation sheet) then we were led to another, larger dance studio area. At the opposite end of the room were room dividers. They had My dear Summer on loop but I was so in my head that I didn’t even suffer from earworm. I just kept updating Twitter. More for personal sanity than anything ahahhaa.

Haruto took his time with fans. I noticed Reo’s line went by much faster. By the time he was almost done (his started a bit later than ours), I think Haruto’s only on his 20th fan. I calmed down enough to get my bearings back and I was glad to know that I wasn’t the only one losing her mind. The other girls were talking amongst themselves about the back-to-back pose and what they want to say to him. He seemed so friendly, if the laughter and chatting we were hearing from behind the dividers were any indication, and all of us wanted to make a good impression. Giiirl, I wasn’t even sure if the boy spoke a lick of English! XD

Then. It was my turn.

The staffer asked me which pose I want to do and being the boring person that I am, I chose A pose. Another staffer took my purse but all I saw was Haruto up close in his TFG get up.

Haruto: ありがとうございます Me: OMG Hi! 海外 fan  です!  *Haruto’s eyebrows disappear into his fringe. Staff takes pic* Haruto: Ah double peace. Er so... Me: I'm from California. Los Angeles. Haruto: Ah, California. So you don't speak Japanese? Me: A little bit. Your English is good.  Haruto: Aaah, not so much. I try. So when did you get to Japan? Me: Sunday? I'm here for Anisama and to see you! Haruto: Ah thank you so much. Staff: Next! ありがとうございました  *Haruto hands me the cheki. we bow at each other* Haruto: ありがとうございました. Bye-bye! Me: ありがとうございました.

I mean, the whole thing couldn’t have been more than 30 seconds but it felt so much longer. His final  ありがとうございました has a bit of emphasis as if trying to teach me. Oh you! I knew at least that much. 

Then was I was leaving the booth, I heard the staffers go, "Whoa... I didn't know you can do that!" And he was all "Ay-yah... hehe." GUYS. GUYSSSS!!!! I couldn’t stop smiling... from the moment I just had to the moment he just had to... ALL OF IT! And as I left the venue, Miss Staff-san was right there waiting for me at the door. When she was my delicately holding the cheki in my hand, she patted me on the shoulder and said  “ よくやった!” I never thanked anyone that profusely in my life. (Honestly, her kindness made me tear up.)

I have no flippin’ idea how I kept it together in there. It was a total Yuri On Ice moment where Yuuri just let everything go at that moment and let it all out on the ice when it mattered. I said pretty much everything I wanted to say which wasn’t much. All I wanted to do is to let him know that he has overseas fans. And to test how good his English skills are. 

And let me tell you, it was more than okay. There was absolutely no hesitation in his words. He kept eye contact and oh lawd, his SMILE up close? I don’t know how I’m still here telling you all this. Now every time I hear his voice, I hear it in English ahahaha. (I know he spoke Chinese at a radio show but I wasn’t able to catch that and they haven’t put up the archive at all. Pfft.)

What made me so happy was he ended up impressing not only me but the staff too!!! He even took control of the conversation. The staffers were like "What's going on?" smiling at him as we talked. I'm sofkng proud.

(I should mention that this is technically my 8th time seeing Haruto in person. I saw Tokyo no Jin seven times in May. I figured that would help me a bit with the stress but nope. Although, I cannot wait for everyone to see the TnJ BD and experience his take on Bokuto. You’ll understand this admiration all the more lmao.)

So there it is. If you’re still with me, thank you. I hope I didn’t come across as annoying. I was - am - just so excited that I was able to do this and I wanted to share my experience. Haruto is such a precious sweetheart. I wish him the best of everything.

[aarunomura]

DEAR❤VOCALIST Wired 「Vocalists’ 4th CR-Sponsored Training Camp ＠GU・A・M!! ～The Complete Documented Coverage～」Part 1 (Translation)

This short story is一according to Climax Records’ Public Relations一a transcript of recorded footage of what went down at the boys’ training camp held during Golden Week last year. Since the main training camp went on for 3 days, this translation will be split into three parts. This first part will focus on Day 1.

Please do not re-translate or post this translation anywhere.

NOTE: I didn’t include every instance of sound effects/onomatopoeia. Because I’m not very good at translating/describing sfx, I felt that my descriptions of them would only make things sound too tautological (especially when the actions are already inferred from the dialogue) and interrupt the flow of conversation between the characters.

♢ Destination

United States of America, Guam. A 3 hr and 35-55 min direct flight from Japan, it is an island in the southernmost point of the Mariana Islands in the Pacific Ocean. Ahead of Japan in time by 1 hour.

♢ Accommodation

HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS SUPER RESORT

Room allocation is as follows, and no changes are allowed for any reason whatsoever.

Japanese Suite: President Panda Room 1111: Ciel Room 1112: CR’s PR Room 1010: Re-o-do & Joshua Room 1011: Judah & Momochi Room 1012: A’ & Yuu

※ Smoking is prohibited in all rooms.

♢ Day 1 Timetable

DEPARTING FROM NARITA　SPECIAL CHARTER FLIGHT　NIGHT FLIGHT

All entries below are in local time. 

7:00 AM:

Everyone meets up in front of the hotel. Bus transfer.

※ As President Panda and Ciel will be engaging in business matters while playing golf, their plans all day are different from the others.

7:20 AM:

Arrive at private beach @ Hagåtña.

Objective: Aim to increase stamina through all kinds of beach activities.

※ BBQ will be prepared for lunch.

※ Smoking is prohibited at the beach.

6:00 PM: 

Arrive at hotel.

7:00 PM:

Dinner.

※ Buffet at the hotel’s restaurant.

♢ DAY 1

@ IN FRONT OF HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT

───Late at night, the CR group arrived in Guam. Local time is 7 the next morning.

Ciel: ───Because of that, I will be with the President and playing golf. In the meantime, all of you will take part in the training camp program...

Re-o-do: ...I can’t do this, I’m sleepy. So sleepy... What time is it in Japan right now...?

Ciel: There's only an hour in time difference. In short, it is currently six in the morning in Japan.

Re-o-do: S-Six...? No wonder...

A’: Anyway, playing golf first thing in the morning after getting here... How much energy does that shitty Panda have www

Yuu: Well, Panda-san was apparently the only one in first-class. He must've been sound asleep on the plane, am I right?

Joshua: Heeh, first-class? As expected ♪

Judah: Hah? You've gotta be kidding me.

Momochi: You’re right... And yet we were on economy... Anyway, to be in the same hotel room as Judah-kun... There’s no way I can sleep...

A’: Eeeeehhh? And I have to be in the same room as Yuu-kun for three nights? No waaayyy.

Yuu: What's with that. It's not like I want to be in the same room as you. Why this idiot out of all people...

A’: Hah~~~?! Idiot~~~~?!?! Shut up, you! Anyway, what are you gonna do if I lose all my hair from the stress of being stuck with this guy who's like a nagging hag~~~~~?!?!?!

Yuu: Hah!? Who are you calling a nagging hag!!

Ciel: Oi, you lot. You’re being noisy. In any case, training camp has already started. Quit complaining and be serious about this...───Hmm?

Ciel: It appears the bus has arrived. Come now, everyone, get on.

Re-o-do: Where is it taking us this time?

Ciel: I hear that the place you’ll be going to is a private beach in the area of Hagåtña. President’s instruction for you all day today is to cultivate stamina so that you will be able to endure the menu that starts tomorrow.

Momochi: Stamina...? Letting us rest at the hotel would’ve be better then...

Yuu: I know right.

Joshua: A private beach, eh. I wonder what's there. I'm looking forward to it ♪

A': Maybe this means we get to do stuff like beach activities?! That means I’ve gotta try out everythingggg!

Yuu: Just how lively are you guys...

Judah: Anyway, I'm getting on the bus. It's so hot if I stand around here any longer, I'll die.

Re-o-do: ...True. We’ll be off then.

Ciel: Right. Good luck, everyone.

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH

A’: We’re hereeeeee~~~~~~~~! THE・BEACH!!!!

Joshua: Hey, hey, A-tan. Look! There’s a banana boat over there!

A’: Yayah?! Then there’s no choice but to ride it, huh?! How ‘bout we all ride it together~~?!?!

Yuu: I am not getting on it. Anyway, are you really going to ride that when you just got here.

Momochi: I’ll pass as well... If I suddenly go into the water even when I’m sleep-derived, my legs will cramp up...

Judah: Anyway, don’t they have anything to drink around here. ...Oh. That thing over there—well if it isn’t a cooler box.

───*leaves*

Joshua: Ah, Judah-kun! ...He left.

Yuu: Hmm. That thing over there—could it be a BBQ set? So this means we can go ahead and grill and eat as we like?

Re-o-do: BBQ, huh. Somehow, that reminds me of the training camp at that deserted island... 

Momochi: But since there are parasols and beach chairs here, I guess it isn’t that bad compared to that time~

Yuu: Well, this place does feel like a resort, more or less.

Momochi: In any case, I’m going to rest over there... If I don’t preserve my stamina at least during this time when President Panda isn’t here, my body won’t last.

Yuu: I also need to take some measures to prevent sunburn. At this rate, my skin will be in trouble.

───*leaves*

A’: Haaaaah? Why is everyone being such party poopers? Shitty Panda isn’t here either,  and we get to play as much as we want~~~~

Re-o-do: ...Alright, this should do.

Joshua: Oh? Re-o-do-kun. That outfit...

A’: Th-The charismatic prince wearing flippers wwwwww Hold it, Joshua wwww Take a photo wwww You'll fetch a good price, selling it to Minettes wwwwwww

Joshua: Heeh, snorkling, eh. It does look like there would be fish around here.

Re-o-do: Right? Drawing experience from all the previous training camps, this time, I’ve brought something good from Japan.

Joshua: Something good?

Re-o-do: Of course, I'm talking about this...!

A’: HA wwwwww A disposable waterproof camera wwwwww Reo-sama wwwwww

Joshua: Waah. This is something you can take photos with in water as well, right?

Re-o-do: Yeah, that's right. As long as I have this, I can get by without bringing my smartphone to places where it’s at a risk of being submerged in water. Also, I can take photos of fish when underwater. Convenient, right?

Joshua: That's true! As expected of Re-o-do-kun!

Re-o-do: I'm off then. Just to warn you, you better not touch my smartphone. I’m leaving it in the shade of the tree over there... But do anything unnecessary and I’ll seriously kill you.

───*leaves*

A’: ...Saying that only makes you want to touch it, doesn’t it~?

Joshua: But I think he put a lock on it, you know? In the bus earlier, he also reverted his home screen to the default, and seemed to really be on his guard.

A’: Wait www How observant are you wwww Scaaary wwwww

Joshua: Eh? I just happened to catch sight of it, that’s all ♪ By the way, everyone has already gone off, but what now?

A’: Hmm~ We don’t have much choice so why don’t us two just play for now~?

Joshua: You’re right ♪ Then, what should we start with? Banana boat?

A’: That sounds good too but~~~~ Don’t you wanna jet ski? I actually researched about it in the plane but~ apparently you can ride one without a license in Guam~~~~

Joshua: Eh, sounds fun! Then let’s ride it right away!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE

Yuu: Aaah, it’s still scorching hot even though I’m in the shade. The sunlight here really is on a completely different level from that in Japan.

Yuu: I need to put on some sunscreen before it’s too late. Sunscreen, sunscreen... Found it.

Yuu: Leaving that aside, “Cultivate stamina so that you will be able to endure the menu that starts from tomorrow.” ...What on earth are we going to be forced to do? I feel nothing but worried... *rubs sunscreen*

Judah: Who knows. Not me. Mm... *gulps down drink*

Yuu: Owah! How long have you been here for? Don’t scare me like that!

Judah: Hah? I was here first. You were the one who came up to me.

Yuu: ...Is that so. My apologies then.

Judah: Anyway, there’s nothing but juice and water in that cooler box. Are they tryna mess with me or what. Damn it... *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: Heeh. So you also brought along sunscreen. *rubs sunscreen*

Judah: Something like that. The sun’s intense. *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: ...? By the way, that’s the same one I have. You brought that along with you from Japan? You’re unusually well-prepared...───Hmm?

Yuu: Aah, I’ve already used this bottle up. Let’s see, the new one is...

───*rummages through bag*

Judah: Sunscreen made in Japan are the most effective was what the staff said earlier. *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: Yeah, they aren’t wrong about that... Speaking of which, where’s my sunscreen? That’s odd. I could have sworn I brought it along...

───*rummages*

Judah: Where are you even looking at. There’s one right here.

Yuu: Aah, I see, I see. You own one... Hold it! Isn’t that mine?! Why are you using it without permission for?!

Judah: Don’t mind the minor details☆

Yuu: Of course I’d mind! Not to mention there’s absolutely none left! What am I going to do about tomorrow!! THIS IDIOT!!!!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

“───WAAAAAH! GYAAAAAH!”

Momochi: ... Everyone sure is lively~... Ahaha...

Momochi: Well, on a different note... Time to take a bit of a nap while I still can...

Momochi: It’s a little stuffy, but it’s better than getting sunburn. If I get about two more towels...

Momochi: Alri~ght, perfect ♪ I applied sunscreen on my face and arms and legs so it’s all even.

Momochi: And with that, good ni~ght♥️

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE WATERS

Re-o-do: ───Puhah! Alright, I was able to get a good shot.

Re-o-do: If I show her these... I wonder if she’ll be happy. Since I want to surprise her, I might as well keep this a secret until I get back. Fufu... Fufufufufu...♥️

Re-o-do: Alright, let’s take a few more snaps. This time, a different group of fish...───Hmm?

───*reckless driving* *SPLASH SPLASH!!!!*

A’: Wait wwwwwwwww What is this wwwwww This is freaking fun thoughhh~~~wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Joshua: A-tan! That was awesome just now! It was like you were drifting! Do it again!

A’: AAAAALRIIIIIGHHHHHHT! Make sure you don’t fall off YO!!!!!!

───*WHOOOOSH!!!!*

Re-o-do: Uwaah!

───*SPLAAAASHHH!*

Re-o-do: OI! CUT IT OUT! IT’S DANGEROUS!!!!

A’: HYUUUUUUUUU~~~~~~~~~~~~! THIS IS THE BEEEEEEEEST!!!!

Joshua: This is super fuuuun!!!!!! Hey, I’ll drive next!

A’: Very well! Squad member Joshua! We shall return to base for a brief moment~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

───*reckless driving* *SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!!!!*

Re-o-do: ...They can’t hear me at all... Damn it, I’ll have to complain directly to them after this...

Re-o-do: Anyway, it isn’t the time for that. I need to quickly take photos of the fish...

Re-o-do: .........

Re-o-do: ───Puhah! The fish are all gone...

Re-o-do: Argh! Geez! This is all A’s and Joshua’s fault!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

Re-o-do: ...Hah. I ended up not finding any fish... I absolutely won’t forgive those guys...

Re-o-do: Anyway, smart phone, smart phone... Ah. Found it.

Re-o-do: Ah! I just got a message! I need to reply to her ASAP. Fufu♥️

Re-o-do: Oh no. My screen got wet. Let’s see, my bath towel... Hm? It should be around here somewhere...───Hmm?

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-do:  ...Momochi? Is he asleep? And just how many bath towels is he using... It seems hot and stuffy just from the looks of it... Hm, ah!

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-do: He’s got some nerve, using my bath towel as well... Oi, Momochi. Give that back.

Momochi: Zz... Nn, nn......... Mm...

Re-o-do: ...It’s no use. He’s fast asleep. Geez, I’ve got no choice... I’ll be taking this back.

───*yanks*

Re-o-do: ...Momochi?!

───*Thud!*

Momochi: N, nn......... Tch, what is it. That hurt...

Re-o-do: S-Sorry. I just wanted you to return my bath towel. I didn’t think you’d fall from the chair...

Momochi: .........

Re-o-do: ...Momochi?

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-d-o: .........Are you sleeping?

Momochi: Zzz...

Re-o-do: ...That’s a relief. That was him sleep-talking earlier too then.

Re-o-do: Ah, she replied! This isn’t the time to be doing this.

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

───Evening.

Joshua: Momochi-kun, wake up. All of the meat will be gone.

Momochi: Un... Nn? Eh...? Ground...? Why am I face down...? Eh...?

Momochi: Did I fall from my chair while I was asleep...? And then I continued on sleeping...?

Joshua: You must’ve been awfully tired. Have you been sleeping the entire time...?

Momochi: Ahaha... Y-Yeah. I had only intended to take a bit of a nap, but it looks like it’s pretty much evening now, doesn’t it~?

Joshua: I see. Ah, right. Everything is all set up for the BBQ so I've come to get you. The person in charge said that they’ve started a charcoal fire and that all that’s left is for us to grill the food we like ♪ Come over quickly.

Momochi: Really? Thank you~♥️ I’m coming, I’m coming♥️

Joshua: Oh? Speaking of which, Momochi-kun. Is your back okay?

Momochi: Eh? Back? Now that you mention it, it does feel tingly...

Joshua: I mean, it’s all red, you know? You should quickly get it cooled down, I think.

Joshua: The sunlight here really is on a different level from that in Japan, isn’t it. I applied sunscreen, yet my shoulders have gotten pretty tan.

Momochi: Y-Yeah... That’s true. Since it’s Guam, right. Haha... Ahaha...

Momochi: *mumbles* Wait a minute... What condition is my back in right now? I need to cool it down immediately... This isn’t the time to be casually having BBQ...

Joshua: ...? Is something wrong?

Momochi: Nope? Nothing at a~ll♥️ Leaving that aside, look! It’s a beautiful sunset, don’t you think~!

Joshua: You’re right! As expected of Guam ♪

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE

───*Shup!*

Yuu: The meat just now should be just about cooked. Huh?

Judah: *chews* Mm, so good.

Yuu: OI! First my sunscreen, and now this! What’s your problem! How much longer are you going to keep on stealing other people’s things until you’re satisfied?!

Judah: Hah? Ain’t got a clue. Oh, this one’s also cooked.

───*swipes*

A’: AH! The meat I was raisingggg~~~~~~!!!!!!

Judah: *chews* Mm, so good. Those who don’t pay attention are at fault.

A’: HAAAH?!?! Just how self-centred are you~~~~~!!!!

Yuu: I know right!!!!

Joshua: Now now, you two. I’ll give you mine ♪

A’: Joshua, are you an angel~~~~~ Wait, HAH?! What the hell is this! It’s just veggies?!?! You tryna pick a fight with me!??!?!?!

Joshua: Eh? That wasn’t my intention though...

Yuu: I’ve had enough. I shall be cooking by myself while defending my portion. No one come near me please.

───*trudges off*

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1012

───That night...

Yuu: Hah... I’m glad the first day has safely gone by... But the problem is tomorrow...

A’: HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!

Yuu: SHUT UUUUUP!!!! What’s with you all of a sudden!!!!

A': DAAAAAAAAHHH! Yuu-kun!! The shower tried to kill meeeeeee!!!!

Yuu: Hold it, why are you coming out here naked! Do you want me to beat you up?!?!?! Anyway, saying that the shower's trying to kill you, what do you even mean by that!!!!!!

A': Isn't it obvious! The shower made a direct attack at my sunburnt skin! It hurts so much I could die!!!!!!

Yuu: How would I know?! It's your own fault for not putting on sunscreen! Anyway, if you're going to get out, then put some clothes on!

A': I'm not getting out ye~t! In fact, I'm just about to get in~~~~!

Yuu: Then why did you even bother getting out for?! Arghh, geez! Seriously can't believe I'm in the same room as that guy!!

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1010

Re-o-do: Fu... About the area that’s sunburnt... Like you said, Joshua, it feels a little better if I cool it. However, with normal water, it melts in an instant...

Joshua: Since there should be a convenience store downstairs, do you want me to go and buy something that will cool it?

Re-o-do: Are you sure?

Joshua: Yup, it’s fine. I was actually thinking of going to buy sunscreen for tomorrow anyway ♪ Ah, Re-o-do-kun, you also need sunscreen, right?

Re-o-do: Then, if you don’t mind, thanks. It’d be bad if I get sunburnt any further too.

Joshua: Okay ♪ Then I’ll buy the one that looks to be the most effective!

Re-o-do: ...Say, Joshua. You're a really good guy, huh.

Joshua: Eh, you think so? That makes me happy ♪ Anyway, I'm off, okay!

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1011

───*opens sliding glass door* *walking footsteps*

Momochi: Ahhh, it hurts... I won’t be able to sleep tonight like this...

───*rummages through pockets* *lights cigarette*

Momochi: It hurts just having my clothes brush against it so I definitely won't be able to lie on my back... *puffs*

※ NOTE: Smoking is prohibited in this room. (CR's Public Relations)

Momochi: Aaahh... I want to go home already... I can't sleep, there are barely any smoking areas, cigarettes are super expensive, and what's worse, I'm stuck in the same room as Judah... *puffs*

───*Zoom!* *Smack!*

Momochi: GYAH! THAT HUUUUURTSS~~~~~~~~!!!!!!

Judah: It fucking stinks!

Momochi: Even though I tried to be considerate by coming out here to the verandah, what's with that attitude?! I can't believe you'd throw a pillow at me out of nowhere! And at my back out of all places!!!!

Judah: Hah? You’ve got something on your back? Anyway, who cares about that, hurry up and open the windo—Owah!

Judah: Don't go throwing it back!!!

Momochi: You threw it at me first! Anyway... If you don’t want to be killed, then don’t touch my back ever again! Got it?!?!

Judah: Hah? I didn’t touch it. I only hit it with a pillow.

Momochi: Like I care about your hair-splitting! Aah, I'm seriously annoyed... *puffs*

Judah: ARGHH! I’m telling you! It stinks!!

───*SMASH! BANG! CRASH!*

To be continued: PART 2

[aerielart]

I Guess It’s Got Something to Do With You - A Shindeku College AU

Chapter 3 - Smile

Hitoshi turned on his phone, squinting against the sudden bright light, and the time 5:37 stared back at him from his screen. He groaned, setting it facedown on his small bedside table again. Outside, the sun wasn’t even up yet, the only light coming from the streetlamps nearby that snuck past his curtains and illuminated his dorm just enough for him to be able to see.

At the corner of his bed Reo, which is what he had taken to calling the cat that he and Midoriya had found last night, was curled up and sleeping contently. Over on the floor on a spare mat that Hitoshi had lent him was Midoriya himself.

Hitoshi hadn’t intended on Midoriya staying the night at first, but he had just seemed so tired after their wild adventure last night and hey, they were partners in minor misdemeanors now. So, after he had let out a massive yawn, Hitoshi had dug out a spare blanket and pillow and set him up on the floor. It probably wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement, but Midoriya had insisted, not wanting to take Hitoshi’s bed from him even though it wasn’t like Hitoshi was going to get much use out of it anyway. After Midoriya had curled up on the floor, Hitoshi stayed up, his legs crossed as he sat with his back against the wall like he normally did when he wasn’t down in the common room. Though at least this time he’d had a small furry companion who’d curled up in his lap for a while, until he managed to doze off for a couple of hours around three or so.

Now he was awake again, and feeling kind of like a creep now that he had someone else in the room with him who was still sleeping.

Midoriya slept on his stomach apparently, with his arms shoved up under the pillow and one foot sticking out from under the borrowed blanket. His unruly hair was even more disheveled than usual from moving around in his sleep, as if Hitoshi had any room to talk with his own eternal bedhead. And he snored, Hitoshi had discovered with gleeful amusement. Quick, light snores, like a stuttering engine, but snores nonetheless. It was, dare he say, cute?

Okay, yeah. It was cute. It was really cute.

Hitoshi let out a yawn and rubbed his eyes, his head thunking against the wall. Well, if he was officially up again he might as well make himself useful. Scooting up, he grabbed his phone again and started searching for potential places to bring their fuzzy intruder. It was Saturday so he didn’t have any classes today, just work at a little before noon, so they had plenty of time.

The room slowly grew brighter and brighter until the sun had finally finished coming up. He was just saving the address of a suitable place nearby when an artificial bell sound rang out that shattered the peaceful silence. Hitoshi jolted in place, his body rejecting the unexpected and foreign interruption, until his guest stirred with a groan and grabbed his phone, silencing it.

“Sorry, that was my alarm,” Midoriya said, blinking up at Hitoshi blearily as one arm pushed himself up and the other reached up to scratch at the rat’s nest on his head.

It seemed Reo had also been awoken by the sudden noise, as he stood up with a tail curling stretch and walked over to Hitoshi’s side of the bed with a good morning meow. Hitoshi reached out to pet him. “It’s okay.”

They fell silent then, Hitoshi content to indulge Reo’s neediness while Midoriya woke up. He hummed a little, his voice popping and crackling with sleep as he stared off into space.

“So what’s the plan?” he eventually asked.

“I found a place that’s open soon, if you want to come with me?” Hitoshi replied hopefully, not wanting their little adventure to end quite yet.

Midoriya smiled. “Yeah, sure!” Though after pausing and glancing down at himself he added, “I should probably change first though.”

“Meet out front in a half hour?” he suggested.

Midoriya nodded, pushing himself to his feet with way too much energy considering it wasn’t even seven A.M. yet, and Hitoshi mourned the fact that he had decided to befriend a filthy morning person.

But when Midoriya bounced off towards his door, waving goodbye and flashing him another one of those grins, and Hitoshi realized that no, he had not just befriended a morning person. No, that wasn’t it at all. Instead, somehow, someway, he had befriended the sun itself, in the form of a small, curly haired boy with freckles for sunspots.

He closed the door behind him and Hitoshi was left alone with Reo, who had decided to push himself into his lap for a cuddle. He only half jokingly wished he could ask him for advice on how to deal with all these unfamiliar feelings, but he was, of course, a cat. He couldn’t say shit and he probably wouldn’t even care enough about Hitoshi’s inconsequential human problems to say anything even if he could. To him, Hitoshi was but his humble receptacle for food and shelter and attention.

He offered him the last can of food to keep him occupied while he went about getting dressed, slipping on his binder and attempting to tame his hair into something resembling presentable. When he finished he realized that he had not thought through how they were going to go about actually getting Reo to the shelter. He was a friendly cat, sure, but even he must have his limits for being held and he couldn’t just have him lose in the car. He might cause an accident. Luckily, Hitoshi remembered that he still had some boxes that he had been too lazy to get rid of from moving. All it took was popping one back into a cube and folding a towel inside and they were good to go. Reo didn’t like it very much, but there wasn’t really anything he could do about that.

He peeked his head out his door before making his way outside, cringing at the sound of scrabbling and distressed meowing from inside the box. When one of the doors behind him opened, he broke out into an unsubtle jog the rest of the way towards the elevator, jamming the button.

“What do you have there?” asked the very last voice that he ever wanted to hear. Of course he of all people would be awake at this time.

Hitoshi grimaced, not turning around. “Leave me alone, Monoma.”

“But I’m curious what’s in the box,” he crooned innocently. “Unless… what, did you sneak in your pet? I thought I heard something weird last night. You think you’re above the rules or something?”

“You heard nothing,” Hitoshi warned, finally rounding on him and using every last inch of his height to make himself as intimidating as he knew he could be. “And if you tell anyone you did, I’ll tell the RA about how you’ve been sneaking your girlfriend in every night the past week.” He smirked. “Sound fair?”

He spluttered. “Why you…!” Hitoshi watched with amusement as his face stretched and contorted rapidly, going from shock to seething to finally, a begrudging acceptance. “Fine…” He pouted, stomping back to his room a few doors down from Hitoshi’s own and slamming it like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Hitoshi just rolled his eyes.

When he finally made it outside, Midoriya was waiting for him as promised. “Hey! You’re late. Did you get caught?”

“Almost, but I took care of it.”

Midoriya just gave him a quizzical look at that, to which he responded with a shrug and a ‘don’t worry about it.’

“O...okay…” he replied, looking like he was worrying about it anyway.

Hitoshi just patted him on the head, mostly for the cute pout that he knew it would elicit, and then they were off towards his car.

Read the rest on Ao3

[shintaroux]

ALL THE RIGHT MOVES

I

“Reo, this child is cheating.”

“He’s not cheating. No five-year-old can understand shogi, let alone play it.”

“I could.”

“You were all kinds of special, Sei-chan.”

Akashi gave a cross sideways glance to his friend, co-worker and employer Reo and then returned his attention to the shogi board just as the little boy with tawny, curly hair moved his pawn one square horizontally and then two squares vertically like it was no big deal; like he was not tainting the noble game of shogi.

“I won!” The boy exclaimed and pumped his fist into the air.

“No you didn’t, you just cheated.”

“Sei-chan,” Reo called in a faux gentle tone. Akashi sensed the implicit warning and let the boy run off and exult to other children about his barbaric victory.

Reo sat down on the floor next to Akashi and drew his knees towards his chest; like that, he looked a bit less lanky but still notably taller compared Akashi. Knowing what’s coming, Akashi busied himself with putting the shogi pieces back into their designated place on the board.

“Are you sure you’re doing alright, Sei-chan?”

There it was.

“I am fine, thank you.”

Reo sighed. “You can be so mulish sometimes.”

“I’m sure you meant resolute.”

“Well, you’re definitely resolutely avoiding talking to me about feelings. And stuff.”

The thing was, Akashi’s father had gone bankrupt and they had lost most majority of their property. Never had Akashi been faced with poverty and not having whatever he wanted and needed at his fingertips and it was taking him some time to adjust. He had moved in with Reo, he had started working at his kindergarten and he was adamant to adjust, finish college and work in his desired profession.

It was going to take some time and sacrifices but Akashi was going to deal with it, one step at a time; Rome wasn’t built in a day; even more so after it had been burned to the ground.

Akashi huffed and looked around the room.

“Reo, that child over there is drawing on the walls.”

“WHAT—”

II

Needless to say, working at a kindergarten was a painstaking process of looking for children who took a game of hide and seek way too seriously or who mistook walls for canvas or who put small items in their pocket, forgot about them and then caused an ordeal.

It was not the working environment Akashi had been striving for. But he had bills and college tuition to pay and for that he’d endure those children.

Those children who only ever heard him when he called them for lunch.

And who couldn’t play shogi for their life.

III

“Whoa~~ shogi?!”

Akashi lifted his gaze from the board which was, once again, figuratively defiled by the same child as few days again. Above him stood Ryouta, one of the few kids whose name Akashi remembered solely because of his model behaviour, with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Can you play?”

Ryouta grinned widely, revealing a missing milk tooth, and sat down facing Akashi.

“Yeah. Can I?”

“Of course.”

As if bracing himself, Ryouta tucked his golden hair behind his ears and took a deep breath, his rosy cheeks puffed; then he exhaled.

Twenty minutes later, Akashi was gaping at the state on the board.

Akashi had won, undoubtedly so, but not without having almost lost – twice.

“Aw, I lost,” Ryouta sighed and pursed his lips into a pout.

“Who taught you how to play?” Akashi asked. He deemed the idea of going easy on a child who was maturely accepting defeat unnecessary.

“My dad plays shogi a lot. I just copied what he does. But you’re very good, mister.”

“Is your father a professional shogi player?”

“No. He plays alone when he comes home from work.”

“I see.”

Whoever Ryouta’s father was, he was the closest to beating Akashi than anyone ever was – and he wasn’t even in the room when it almost happened.

Akashi’s interest was piqued.

IV

The very same day, Akashi caught a glimpse of Ryouta’s father; he was a tall man of broad shoulders, clad in a neat-looking suit, with fair facial features, long eyelashes and high cheekbones. On the bridge of his nose sat a pair of glasses which completed the look a well-mannered professional.

He definitely looked like someone who, given half a chance, could beat him at shogi.

He definitely looked like a distraction.

V

“Reo, what do you know about Ryouta’s father?”

“Hm… Not much.”

After he replied, Reo continued poking at his pudding, lost in thought. Until he jumped in his seat, eyes widening.

“Why do you ask? Please don’t tell me you have decided to go down the thorny, self-destructive path of pining for an older man with a child?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Reo. My interest is purely of professional nature.”

Reo rolled his eyes once and continued: “Well then, his name is Midorima Shintarou. Let’s see, he’s an up-standing man who is currently working under his father at the clinic nearby. One day he’ll inherit it. He’s a pleasant man to talk to when he does in fact talk, but a bit too reserved and formal for my taste.”

“I see.”

“Just promise me you won’t do anything embarrassing enough that I’d have to relocate my kindergarten into another district.”

“Reo…”

VI

Midorima Shintarou was before him.

Akashi took it as his noble mission to find something wrong with the man. He started with picking at Midorima’s emerald hair, but every strand was in its place and strangely so considering that it was the end of the work day and he had come by to pick up Ryouta. Akashi’s eyes travelled down the seams of Midorima’s grey suit, but not a single crease disrupting the well-polished look. Midorima’s hands were well-cared for, nothing but smooth-looking skin and long, bony fingers.

He looked like a worthy opponent.

“Please refrain from looking at me like that; my child is here,” Midorima said, breaking Akashi’s concentration.

“Looking at you, how?” Akashi feigned innocence as he removed his thumb from his chin.

Midorima pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose which almost – almost – successfully hid the smirk on his face. “You know very well what I mean.”

“Allow me to cut to the chase, sir, I’d love to play shogi with you,” he spoke in a way that would send Reo’s eyes rolling.

“Play shogi with me?” Midorima repeated, the crease in his brow becoming apparent.

“Not just play – win.”

Midorima’s lips quirked in amusement. “You are ten years too early to win against me.”

“I’d very much like to try.”

Akashi flashed him his finest challenging look and for a while they simply stared at each other like wild animals stuck in resin, unable to move until they’re both suffused with thick tension until one of them suffocated.  

It was then that Ryouta impatiently pulled at his father’s sleeve and dragged his attention away from Akashi.

“Dad, I want a bath.”

Midorima broke eye contact, nodded and patted Ryouta’s head.

“I’ll come by a bit earlier tomorrow,” he said and started for the exit. “I hope it will be worth it.”

“That I promise you.”

VII

Ryouta’s ‘brooom, broom’ in the adjacent room were the only sounds permeating the thick, tense air; a completely unfit background music for two enemies locked in a battle happening on the flat board on the table.

Akashi leaned in, his elbows on the table, interlocked his fingers and hid his quivering lip behind them. The odds were not in his favour.

Midorima sat upright in his chair, shoulders straight and observed every Akashi’s movement as if he were a guinea pig.

Akashi moved a piece on the board; the first time he had ever doubted his decision.

Midorima took a couple of seconds to assess to situation before he moved his piece. Then he leaned back at last, his lips stretching into a humble smile.

“I win.”

It wasn’t as dramatic as in the movies, losing. That was a lot like having time freeze on you while you replay the same moment over and over again wishing you could’ve made a different call. And to Akashi, it felt like that very time strangled something – somebody – inside of him and locked his lifeless body away.

“You are good. But skill alone cannot beat experience,” said Midorima, showing concern in his creased brow.

Akashi wordlessly stared at him, unblinking.

“If I were your age, you would’ve won.”

Akashi had yet to find his voice.

“So, I have enough time for one more round. Do you want to go?”

Akashi’s silence seemed interminable.

Midorima didn’t appear to be fazed by it. “A famous scientist once said that the only source of knowledge is experience. I think it was something that—“

“Albert Einstein.”

“—said.” Midorima smiled briefly and fixed his glasses. “Right. So, another round?”

“Yes.”

VIII

It had become a routine. In the mornings and evenings, Midorima and Akashi played one round in the back room of the kindergarten. Reo threw a knowing glance in Akashi’s way every once in a while but he never rebuked him. Ryouta sometimes watched them play, in awe, as if a battle of epic proportions had been playing out before his widened, golden eyes.

Akashi aced all his classes. Loss in one field meant you were lacking in many others so he tried to make up for all his faults thinking that this would lead him to victory.

And two weeks after their shogi matches, Akashi still hadn’t won once.

He had analyzed and observed every move Midorima made; he had been over-thinking above and below, behind and forwards – but all in vain.

He felt like a would-be emperor who fell short just before he reached the crown.

However, the real problem arose when he no longer only wanted the crown but the person who was wearing it.

Midorima Shintarou.

IX

“Reo, I might’ve miscalculated. My interest in Ryouta’s father may be more than professional.”

Reo stared vacantly at Akashi for a few moments, as if he were absorbing the information and replaying it in his mind, before he clasped his hands together. “My prayers go to Midorima Shintarou.”

Akashi sighed exasperatedly. “Reo…”

X

Akashi had learned three things through Ryouta.

One, he only saw his mother on the weekends; that was her time with him.

Two, Midorima had a hidden drawer in his closet where he kept obscure, useless items that were valuable for one day only and depended solely on the horoscope.

Three, he never brought anyone home. Not friends, not colleague, not anyone.

XI

“That’s odd. You rarely study this late,” Reo commented and placed a hot cup of cocoa on Akashi’s desk.

Akashi took a small sip and winced as the liquid burned his tongue.

“You know, Reo,” Akashi said, ignoring Reo’s comment, “I’m starting to really like this job.”

Reo crossed his arms but he wasn’t mad; his mouth was smiling. “I hate to break it to you, but your job isn’t flirting with hot dads. You’re also fairly miserable at it.”

“Reo…”

XII

It was morning and Ryouta was playing with Reo in the next room. Akashi could hear the clacking of wooden toy cars. Its distant thumping, like some sort of a countdown, kept him in present and helped ease the drowsiness away.

His senses were dull. He barely got a wink of sleep last night.

This is why Akashi Seijurou didn’t do all-nighters; all-nighters did him in.

Midorima was sitting in front of him, observing the board, not paying attention to Akashi in the slightest; the stagnant, wooden pieces seemed to be more interesting. It irked him to his very marrow.

“Haven’t slept well?” Midorima spoke in a gravelly voice as if he wanted to rouse Akashi from his daydream, but his emerald eyes still glued to the board. Then he moved his piece.

Akashi suppressed a yawn.

“Yes, I was revising for an exam.”

“Exams are important but your health should come first.”

Akashi forced a smile. “Of course, doctor.”

When Midorima lifted his head, and their eyes met, something overcame Akashi.

He felt like certain things could be forgiven if he felt like he was in a dream. That’s why he lifted his leg off the ground and let his foot find its way to Midorima’s calf. Midorima’s eyes flickered immediately, he caught on. Akashi lazily dragged his foot up and down Midorima’s calf; he was testing the waters.

Midorima, aside from the crack between his brows, showed no sign of distress as if he was expecting Akashi to do this. Then he harrumphed loudly, purposefully.

“Focus on the game, Akashi.”

“I am. Life is a game, and I’m making my move.”

Midorima’s eyes flitted from Akashi’s face to what was happening below the table. He didn’t make a move to discourage Akashi’s foot.

“You knew it from the first day yet you kept coming back to play with me. You were also making your move,” Akashi stated simply.

Midorima fell back into his chair, a shameless smile now playing on his face. It made the wrinkles underneath his eyes all the more visible. And charming, Akashi thought.

“You have to understand why I have my doubts. The age gap, your fixation on victory, my son.”

Akashi interlaced his fingers, a nervous habit when he tried to keep the situation under his control.

“I understand. But I also understand that I’m willing to give it a shot. If you’re willing to as well.”

A brief exchange of a glance, that was all it took, and Akashi already knew the answer.

But Midorima wasn’t going to hand it to him for free.

His eyes flicked towards the wall clock and he darted upwards, fixing his uniform. “I have to go to work.”

Akashi followed him as he started for the doors. “Is that a yes?” Akashi had to hear it, after all.

Midorima halted his step. He threw a furtive glance through the half-open doors and then pushed Akashi into the wall. As he towered above him, Akashi realized why he never had a chance.

Akashi looked up into the flutter of Midorima’s thick, long lashes and saw hesitation trying to overpower determination. It was such an absurd struggle that Akashi couldn’t help placing his hands on Midorima’s cheeks.

“It must be hard to be a model adult.”

Midorima smirked. “Brats like you aren’t making it any easier.” With that, Midorima leaned in and placed a brief kiss on Akashi’s dry lips.

“Dinner, my place, this weekend. I’ll pick you up. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.”

XIII

“I got a date,” Akashi said as a badly scribbled image of a dinosaur started at him.

A smile flickered on Reo’s face for a moment before it was replaced by childish exasperation. “I’m happy for you. Now get down to scrubbing this wall.”

[mamaredd123]

Welcome to Mama’s 100 Quotes of Supernatural Challenge!!!

Wow! I am truly amazed at all of you wonderful people in Tumblr land. After 1 year on here I have 2000 followers!!!! (OK, so I know my blog is not a big ole bomb of excitement the majority of time but I am still tickled pink!)

So to celebrate my 1 year blog anniversary, I am going to do a 2-part thing. I put a poll out a few weeks ago to see what all of you would like and the 2 popular responses were a challenge and for me to do some more blog promo’s. You asked so shall you receive!!

I have searched and searched for some of the most memorable, funniest, best quotes from our beloved characters of Supernatural. Below the cut you will find the list. I have tried to include at least 1 quote from just about everyone (well, from a whole bunch of them anyways) but the majority of the quotes do belong to our sexy Dean, Sam, and Castiel! So keep on reading to see the list and the rules for this challenge!!

(And feel free to hop on over to my other part of this challenge, Mama’s “Spread The Love” Blog Promo’s and shoot me some suggestions!)

I have to give a HHUUUGGGEEEEE shout out to @atc74 for her help with my challenge image and for her assistance with some of these quotes!!!! Couldn’t have done this without you!

The rules are about as basic and easy as I can make them:

*This is a follower celebration so obviously, I would need you to be following me. However, if you have stumbled upon this challenge and would like to join, it is so super easy…. Just go click that follow button up there on the right!

*I need you to send me an Ask with your 1st and 2nd choice of quotes. It will be first come, first serve. BUT if by some holy miracle all 100 get taken, I am sure I can come up with some more to add to this list. AND you can chose up to 3 quotes if you would like to work ALL THREE into one story. (As a side note, if after a week I still have a ton of quotes not chosen, I will modify the challenge a little and allow you to send in your choice of quote/character)

*As for you fic, just keep it in the SPN fandom and make sure to highlight your quote(s) wherever you place it in the story. Just in case there is any confusion, the person you chose a quote from does NOT have to be the main character in your fic. For example, you may just really like a particular quote listed here from, say Balthazar, but you have a Dean x Reader fic in mind. That’s perfectly fine. Just make sure to have Balthazar in your story (with the quote) somewhere.

*This challenge is open to any and all ships and genres. I want y’all to write whatever inspires you when you see the quote of your choice.

*As usual, drabbles all the way to series are welcome. Just remember, anything over 500 words, add the KEEP READING line or, and I’m sorry, but I won’t reblog it. We all need to do our part not to overcrowd everyone’s dashboards.

*Deadline will be September 30th. I am giving everyone 2 months to do this. Beginning in Sept, I will occasionally start posting reminder posts to try to help everyone remember about their challenge deadline. I am well aware how we all take on a little too much sometimes and things get lost in the shuffle.

*When you get ready to post, make sure to tag me in your A/N and use the #mama’s100quoteschallenge in your tags. As usual, if I haven’t liked/reblogged within a day or two, please feel free to shoot me a message and let me know you posted it. I truly do try to go through all my notification everyday, but, well, you know, life gets in the way of all the fun things sometimes.

Ok, that’s it. Easy peasy, right? Well you made it this far with me so come a little further and read the quotes, pick your favorite, and send me your Ask! Most importantly, enjoy yourself and have fun writing your next masterpiece!!

1. I wanna punch something in the face. (Sam)   @destiel-addict-forever 2. Straight “Shawshank” this bitch!  (Dean)    @myloveforyouxx 3. I may be many things, but I’m not stupid. (Mr. Ketch)   @capsheadquaters 4. I gave everything for you! And this is what you give me?! (Cas) 5. I kinda always wanted to punch the devil in the face. (Mary)   @justanotherdeangirl 6. This is what you do when I'm not here. Type? (Crowley)  @percussiongirl2017 7. And after awhile... that starts to weigh on you. (Benny) 8. I am not someone that you should put your faith in. (Castiel) 9. I believe you're drawn to danger. (Mr. Ketch)    @uniquewerewolfsuit 10. Dude, don't compliment the bad guys. (Dean)   @docharleythegeekqueen 11. Things are not just black and white out here. (Dean) 12. I’m still gonna peel off your skin and eat your soul. (Lucifer) 13. It's your professionalism that I respect.  (Alastair) 14. We'll just tie up the bonny lad. Could be fun. (Rowena) 15. You idiots. You’re all going to die. (Crowley) 16. Things like “cosmic consequences” have a habit of biting us in the ass. (Dean)     @maximumkillshot 17. If I plan to do anything else stupid, I’ll let you know. (Castiel)   @skyedoes-things 18. I am doing all I can, to slightly lessen the spread of... of genital herpes. (Sam)   @samwinjarpad 19. Okay if you don't like, uh, reckless I could use insouciant maybe? (Cas)   @beccafgs 20. You've just been Garth-ed. (Garth)    @wayward-mirage 21. Weird, creepy, off-the-grid "Children of the Corn" people? Yeah, I’m in. (Dean)    @deanandsamsbitch 22. For me, having you here, it fills in the biggest blank. (Sam) @sea040561 23. I want to stop losing people we love (John) 24. Damn right, REO. Kevin Cronin sings from the heart! (Jo) 25. Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. (Ellen)     @maximumkillshot 26. Don’t make things needlessly complicated as you humans tend to do. (Castiel)    @sea040561 27. I’ve been tortured by the devil himself so you, you’re just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me? (Sam) 28. I don't think you can handle my rod. (Crowley)   @roxy-davenport 29. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I’ve ever seen. (Lisa) 30. Your unclean… in the biblical sense. (Billie) 31. I'm tired Sam. I'm tired of this job...this life. This weight on my shoulders. Man I'm tired of it. (Dean)     @deanandsamsbitch 32. I told you that roadhouse chili was a bad idea. (Sam) 33. You can't save everyone. (Rufus) 34. You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness. (Dean)    @skyedoes-things 35. I'm worried about my boys. (Bobby) 36. As long as everyone wears a condom we'll be fine. (Jody)     @queencflair 37. I don’t sweat under any circumstances. (Castiel)    @beccafgs 38. I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol... just wait for the inevitable blast wave. (Cas) 39. Get the hell out of hell. (Crowley) 40. I mean, clearly, I have a type, but no, thank you, ma'am. Won't be once bitten, twice Doug'd. (Donna)

41. We talking misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh…’squeal like a pig’s kind of trouble? (Dean)   @maximumkillshot 42. Do you have any idea how much stuff I had to steal, then pawn, to pay for that? (Metatron) 43. Fatherhood changes a man. (Crowley)    @roxy-davenport 44. I lie. I don't get lied to. (Benny)    @docharleythegeekqueen 45. We’re far from perfect. But we are good. (Sam)   @impalaimagining 46. I'm not a witch. I'm a nerd. (Charlie)   @wi-deangirl77 47. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in. (Bobby) 48. Kick it in the ass. (Bobby) 49. Wanna try that again like you mean it? (Sam)    @atc74 50. Maybe one day. But today you're my little bitch. (Cas) 51. You got me here now.  (Benny) 52. You Winchester boys and your talk. Blah blah blah repressed feelings. Blah blah blah passive aggression. (Charlie) 53. Come on in darling, the water's warm. (Sam)   @impalaimagining 54. I’ll give you a pass on account of the whole ‘raised by monsters’ thing. (Jody) 55. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?... All is so beautiful. (Cas) 56. You mean 'protection against a demon' salt or 'oops I split the popcorn' salt? (Dean) 57. But for your own good I strongly suggest you get a life. (Chuck) 58. You can't take the trick out of the trickster. (Gabriel)   @wideawakeandwriting 59. Is there such thing as a monster magnet? (Charlie) 60. I lied. I do that. (Crowley)    @winsister91 61. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity. (Cas) 62. You realize I'm not asking. (Benny) 63. Your password is "winning" with two "1's"? Fail. (Charlie) 64. Everything is supposed to end. (Dean)   @captainemwinchester 65. I will not apologize for being a career woman. (Rowena) 66. So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy? (Sam) 67. It's just.. I just want this over. (John) 68. You look like you got attacked by some PCP crazed strippers. (Dean) 69. You know, you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing, but the truth is, I'm on lockdown, aren't I? (Adam) 70. You boys have serious abandonment issues, don't you? (Meg) 71. Where'd you get the holy oil? (Gabriel) 72. Yeah well, there's one thing you have that he didn't. You're a Winchester. I forgive you Dean. (Charlie) 73. You fudging touch me again, I'll fudging kill you! (Dean)  @captainemwinchester 74. I got your message. It was long your message. I find the sound of your voice grating. (Cas) 75. I should be asking you the same thing. (Ruby) 76. You don't know me. You never did, and you never will. (Sam) 77. Did someone slip a mickey in your power shake? (Gabriel) 78. No doubt - endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it? (Chuck)     @hannahindie 79. Sorry you have me confused with that other angel. You know the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you. (Balthazar)     @skyedoes-things 80. Shouldn't trust run both ways? (Castiel) 81. Unleash the Kraken. See you tomorrow morning. (Sam)   @4401lnc 82. I don't usually drink beer. It messes with my depth perception especially when I'm skinny dipping. (Garth) 83. No. Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect. (Jo) 84. I think you're a hero. (Rowena) 85. I can't live in the desert. I'm applying to Princeton. (Kevin) 86. This is my voicemail, make your voice … a mail. (Castiel)   @goofynerd-67babylove 87. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas. (Abaddon)   @lucilepiewhiskey 88. Was that your Batman voice? (Charlie) 89. Your life is one big poop storm isn't it? (Donna) 90. I guess because every woman I've ever had relations with... it hasn't ended well. (Sam)     @goldenolaf25 91. Dragons? Those are a thing? (Jody) 92. We’ll always be bound. You helped me. We will always help each other. (Amara) 93. Wait a second. Did he drunk dial you? (Sam)   @mrsbatesmotel53 94. I'm a man of my word. (Dean)   @deanwinchester-smut 95. I mean nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. (Sam) 96. This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here. (Castiel)   @thecuriouscrusader 97. Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents. (Dean) 98. Wow. I must be the star of this thing. (Sam)   @melbelle45 99. I’ve never seen so much porn. (Chuck)     @winsister91 100. Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talkin' about their own family. (Dean)   @chaos-and-the-calm67

Tagging any and everyone I can think of cause I’m just so excited about reaching 2K!!!!

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[uta-no-knb]

Scenario: Akashi & musician!s/o rarely gets to see each other, since both studies in different high schools. One day, Akashi gets worried because he can't contact her at all, so he goes to her house but her parents says she's still at school. It's late at night. Akashi's worried, so he rushes to s/o's school and go to the first place he can think of; the music room - only to find his s/o on the floor, crying her eyes out because she's so stressed (she needs to compose a song for a project)

Oooh! I’m going to love this one!! I get to use a bit of my music degree…..maybe it wasn’t a waste of $40 grand…who am I fucking kidding, it was -_-. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I changed it a bit if that’s alright….and it will be a crossover…Yes, admin-chan has been re-drawn into the world of an anime that she has neglected for a few years.

I had waaaay to much fun with this one…..I love crossovers. This is very long, so most of it is under the cut

“’Sup! It’s (F/N)! If you’re hearing this, I’m either unavailable, practicing, or busy playing pranks on my boyfriend. Anyway, please leave a message and I”ll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!”

“(F/N), this is Seijuro again. Just making sure that you’re alright…This is the tenth message I’ve left you and I haven’t heard back from you for a few days. I’m worried, my empress. Please call me back. Also, change this voice mail, it’s childish.”

“No luck?” a voice said from behind the red-head, watching as the redhead closed his phone.

Akashi let out a sigh and turned to face the owner of the voice. “No, Hayama.”

“How long has it been since you’ve last heard from her, Sei-chan?”

“A few weeks,” he replied, putting his phone back in his bag before turning to face his seniors.

“Then why not go to her place and ask her parents?” a monotone voice said, grabbing the attention of the four underclassmen.

“She lives all the way in Tokyo-”

“Take your jet,” Mayuzumi replied, chucking a basketball straight at his captain’s head, which he dodged.

“Mayuzumi!” Reo exclaimed, as Akashi tossed the ball back to the third year.

“I’m going to go ahead and pretend I didn’t see that,” he growled as he grabbed his bag. “Mibuchi, you’re in charge of practice.” His red eyes connected with Reo’s and he gave a nod, as he watched the red head disappear through the doors.

“Mayu-chan! Run ten laps around the school.”

“Haaa?”

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“Akashi-kun?” a soft voice said, stopping the redhead in his tracks. Turning around, his eyes connected with turquoise ones.

“Kuroko,” he said, fulling turning around and acknowledging the former shadow, “And Kagami.”

“What are you doing here all the way from Kyoto?”

Something clicked inside Akashi and his eyes hardened. “(F/N). Have you heard from her?”

“We were hoping you had,” Kagami said, as he took another bite from the many Magi Burgers in his hands. “We were on the way to her house to make sure she’s alright.”

KUroko nodded in response and started walking in the direction of their female companion’s place. “Then lets get going,”

After a few minutes of catching up-and Kagami glaring at the short redhead-the trio had reached their destination.

ONce they were in front of the door, Akashi knocked and the three of them waited for the door to open.

“Oh, Akashi-kun, Kuroko-kun, Kagami-kun. What brings you three here?” your mom asked, as she opened the door.

“Is F/N alright? We haven’t heard from her in weeks,” AKashi said, trying his hardest to keep calm.

“She’s fine,” your mom said with a smile. “She’s just been very busy with a music project.”

“…So she’s at school then?” Kagami asked, with his mouth full of food.

“Kagami-kun, it’s rude for you to chew with your mouth opened,” Kuroko said, elbowing the male in the ribs.

“She didn’t tell you?” your mom asked, with a raised eyebrow. “She doesn’t go to Seirin anymore.”

The three males stared at her in shocked.

“What do you mean she doesn’t attend Seirin anymore?”

“….Just like I said, Bakagami,” your mom started, getting an annoyed reaction out of the ombre haired redhead. “She transferred schools.” She paused and looked at Akashi. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you guys.”

“Where does she go?” Akashi demanded, as his hands clenched into fists.

“She’s a part of the Saotome Master Course-” Before your mom could finish her explanation, Akashi bolted, and began researching the location of this “master course” that you were apart of.

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“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered, as you rested your head against the piano lid. “Why did I agree to this?”

~~Flashback~~

“Are you sure this is alright, (F/N)-chan?” A weak voice said, the owner of the voice buried under the covers. “I feel bad.”

“It’s fine, Haru-chan,” you replied, the smile you had on your face immedietly switching to a frown. “And besides, this is what you get for overworking yourself. Geez, you didn’t even realize you were sick.”

“I’m sorry,” she sneezed, grabbing a tissue from her nightstand.

“LIke I said, it’s fine. Besides, I would kill to have 11 guys fawn over me,” you chuckled, “You’re a lucky girl, Haru-chan.”

“But you have a boyfriend-”

“…True, but you get to see these guys everyday,” you mumbled, walking towards her desk. “Is this the song?” You held up a stack of papers and started reading them.

“Yea. I need it for seven voices-”

“It’s good. This should be easy-”

“But you don’t know the guys-”

“Haruka, my boyfriend was the captain for 6 basketball prodigies….if anything, your boys are just like them.” You started walking towards the door and turned to face the bed ridden female. “Just relax and let me take care of this.”

~~End Flashback~~

You face-palmed as the flashback ended. “Oh, right…Why am I such a nice person?” you whined as you faced the music in front of you. “Okay, I will finish this!!”

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“…This is the place?” Akashi questioned, as he took in the building in front of him. Taking one more look at the piece of paper in his hands, he opened the door and started walking in the direction he believes you were in.

He paused when he heard the sounds of sobs coming from one of the rooms and he immedietly knew who was the owner was.

Without knocking, he bolted into the room and immedietly brought the person into an embrace, stroking their back as they continued to cry.

“S-Sei-chan?” (F/N) said looking at the person who currently had their arms around her. “H-How did you find me-”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?” he said in a hushed voice, nuzzling his head into her shoulder. “And it doesn’t matter. You’re alright.” He put some distance between you two and looked you over, to make sure that you were indeed unharmed. “Why were you crying, love?”

“My friend fell sick and she has to finish composing this song for a band that she helped debut,” you paused so you could wipe the tears from your eyes, “and I offered to help finish it, but there isn’t enough time for the competition they are singing this for. And-I’m stumped. I don’t think I can do it. And I’m going to let them down and when they lose, they’ll have to disband and-”

Akashi silenced your rant by planting a kiss on your lips. “Calm down, (F/N),” he hushed, tilting your chin up to look into your eyes. “If there’s one thing I know about you is that you’re passionate about music-even though you won’t pursue it in college,” he paused as he let out a slight chuckle. “You can do anything you put your mind too and tht’s one of the many things I love about you.”

“Sei-chan,” you whimpered, nuzzling your face into his chest. “Thank you.” With one last sniffle, you got up and headed back over to the piano. “I think I figured it out.”

“Did you now?” Akashi asked, as he walked up behind you.

“Haru-chan has it in an ABCAC arrangement,” you started as you grabbed your pencil and started writing notes down. “So to bring it to an amazing close, I should make it DAC and - DONE!”

You lept off the piano bench and hugged your boyfriend.

“I told you that you could do it,” he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“THank you, Sei-chan.”

“You’re still in trouble though,” he said, his voice taking a darker tone.

“Eh!? What did I do?!”

“You transferred without me knowing about it and ignored all of my phonecalls to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh, that’s Syo’s fault. While trying to run away from his roommate, he tackled me into the fountain. My phone got wet and…yea; I’ve been without a phone.”

“I see,” he replied, as he grabbed your hand and grabbed the sheetmusic in the other. “Let’s go get this to your friend, right?”

“Yes!”

~~Time Skip: After the UtaPri Awards~~~~

“Congrats on a job well done!” you said, as you approached Haruka backstage, before she got tackled by her band. “That song was amazing!”

“I couldn’t have done it without your help, (F/N). I can’t thank you enough for helping finish the song.”

“It was no problem-”

“You ready to go, (F/N)?” Akashi said, as he approached the two of you.

“Your boyfriend is handsome, (F/N),” she said with a smile. “Hi, I’m Nanami Haruka.”

“Akashi Seijuro,” he replied, accepting her outstretched hand. “You wrote an amazing piece.”

“T-thank you,” she stuttered, looking away.

Suddenly a chorus of ‘Nanami’s’ and ‘Haru-chans’ echoed through the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, both teens saw the band STARISH approaching them at a fast pace.

“NANAMI!!” an overly excited red-head exclaimed, tightly hugging the female composer.  “We did it!” His eyes turned over to the other two teenagers. “Who are they?”

“Ah, my friend (L/N) (F/N) and her boyfriend, Akashi Seijuro.”

“Ah! I’m Ittoki Ootoya! Nice to meet you!”

“EEEHHH!? She’s the one who finished your song?!” a short blond said, with a smile on his face.

“It was Haruka’s work. I just followed what was already written there.”

“It was still a good way to end the piece,” another member of the band said, this one with orange hair.

One by one, each of the band members introduced themselves.

Shinomiya NatsukiIchinose TokiyaAijima CecilJinguji RenKurusu SyoIttoki OotoyaHijirikawa Masato

“On behalf of Starish, we can’t thank you enough for your help,” Tokiya said with a smile on his face.

“It was no problem I guess-” You paused as you heard a light chuckle come from your boyfriend, which not only grabbed your attention, but the 8 other people in the room.

“Sei-chan? What’s so funny?” you asked, which grabbed the attention of the others in the room.

“I don’t mean to laugh,” he paused to try to hold back his laughter as his eyes made contact with Syo, “But I can’t believe there’s someone shorter than you are, (F/N).”

“HAAA?! WHAT DID YOU SAY” he growled, “I’M NOT SHORT!” about to attack the red-head.

“Yes you aren Ochibi-chan.”

“ARGH! LAY OFF, YOU BASTARDS!!”

You couldn’t help but laugh; you could tell this would be the start of a fun friendship.

Woah…this was long. You can listen to the song HERE

If you couldn’t tell which anime this is a crossover from, its Uta no Prince-Sama, so I obviously don’t own the song (psst…it was Maji Love: 2000%).

I’ve been working on this for…..10 hours straight and I’m tired so I’ll add more authors notes after a good night’s rest.

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Another year on earth - Hard News - Public Address

Sometimes-- often, even-- grief is an ambush. You do not know what's in there up until you lose something, or someone. You do not know how the experience of loss will make you feel about yourself, or what to do about it.

It was chance that brought me back into the ambit of my old buddy Grant Fell and his wife Rachael at the end of 2017. Formally, Grant was clear of the brain tumours that had been the central reality of his life for three years, and I wanted to do a follow-up on an interview I 'd done with him for a prepared Audioculture post-- which itself had actually taken 2 or 3 efforts to carry out, as he shuttled in and out of healthcare facility. He wasn't addressing his phone or returning messages.

Eventually, I acquired Rachael, who informed me that problems from treatment had actually made Grant really ill, really rapidly. He was back in hospital and it wasn't great. I went and visited him, but we never did the follow-up interview. My old good friend was passing away.

I don't mean to pretend I was among the group of people, led by Rachael herself, who took care of Grant for every single day of those 3 years. I 'd just seen him sometimes. I think I did sense quite rapidly that it was time for me now to step up. One of the very first things I did was break the law.

Grant appeared to have actually benefited earlier in his cancer fight from the modest use of cannabis oil. It can be found in a syringe, handed down from another cancer patient who had passed away, but Rachael's mother had actually mistakenly thrown away the last of it when she cleaned up the fridge. Rachael and I discussed it and I stated I figured I could source some more.

The experience of doing so, and briefly going into the neighborhood where these things are shared, was humbling and interesting. As I composed later in a submission on the federal government's medicinal marijuana expense, it seemed to make a crucial difference to Grant

's final, valuable days. When Grant left us, we were fortunate to have Hilary Ord, a brilliant and knowledgeable celebrant, to lead the small group of pals entrusted with putting together a funeral service. She described to us what a funeral for somebody like Grant indicated-- it would not be a little affair. I was charged with rapidly raising some money. We didn't reveal the names of individuals who helped financially at the time, but I think it's appropriate to tape them here. The New Zealand Music Foundation, Tim Wood, Phantom Billstickers, the Music Managers Federation and Flying Nun Records, thank you.

At Rachael's demand, I likewise delivered the eulogy. That was a deep dig. I believe it was the very first time I've spoken some words of te reo Māori and not been simultaneously conscious that I was doing it: it was as if the words at the end merely streamed up through me. I nearly wasn't sure what had actually happened.

It wasn't practically Grant, however about everybody; the kids who satisfied all those years back, matured and did things. About how typically we did things since Grant decided they might be done and beckoned all of us in to the doing. I discussed it in interviews and in the Audioculture article-- and every time it made me assess the method he 'd altered my life.

It likewise made me think a lot about tribe and identity, about who all of us were and what was important to us. In specific, about my function in our tribe. Outside of the bonds of family, it seemed the most enduring duty I had.

Something it wasn't was a job. After 9 years of a minimum of 20 weeks annually of TELEVISION loan, I was obliged in 2018 to transform the whole thing. It wasn't simple and sometimes I questioned whether it was even possible. I have actually long been comfortable with the dangers of freelance life, but it was getting a lot harder. Each time editors are ordered to cut editorial budgets, the very first and simplest place to do that is self-employed costs. It was hard to get commissions and when I did, the word rate was barely better than it had remained in the 1990s.

We're house owners, so we are not bad. But with 2 adult handicapped children still in your home, we're not an inexpensive home to run. It's not an enjoyable feeling, burning through long-time cost savings just to keep things going. I wasn't depressed, however there was the odd despondent day. You simply keep pitching.

And all the time, things circled around back to Grant. I discussed him at the Taite Music Prize event, then did a little crisis PR the next day. I wrote the medicinal marijuana submission about him, then took a trip to Wellington to make an oral submission to the committee. I do not think I was launched up until the Headless Chickens played that big, psychological set in his name at The Other's Method festival.

There was also Public Address. I've been thinking about how much I utilized to do here and I genuinely don't understand how I had the bandwidth. Writing blog posts most days, moderating the sprawling discussions in the most intensive, in some cases mentally taxing, way. Trying to have brand-new concepts. And due to the fact that it typically wasn't a living, making a living somewhere else.

This is a quieter place than it utilized to be, for a range of factors. A new, more professional generation of digital publishers has emerged. The most immediate argument now occurs on social networks, and Twitter in particular. Likewise, I could not actually do it any more.

I've constantly been great at drawing a crowd; at tossing a celebration. A community had formed around Public Address and it brought me terrific new buddies. However when you're the host, you're accountable when the visitors-- some of whom had actually literally been together under my roofing system at different times-- begin fighting, it's not enjoyable. It feels like there has actually been a new, sharper, more polarised sort of argument abroad in the last few years that the site is ill-equipped to handle. That I am ill-equipped to handle. Perhaps it fits locations where nobody is actually accountable; where there is no host cleaning up the empties. In that sense, this being a quieter location has actually been an option.

I also feel less likely to basic commentary these days. I 'd rather compose about the things I have experience with and insight on. You primarily get drug policy, music, bike-riding, the occasional fact-check. Often this year, I've been too hectic worrying about not having writing work to simply write, and all at once aware that that's a dumb position to be in.

The entry of Press Client and its voluntary subscription platform has come a little late for any big strategies on my part, but I want to reveal my deepest appreciation to those of you who have actually contributed. It's a substantial motivation to keep going with this. I have actually started to treat it as not just support for the website, but support for what I perform in general. The majority of months, the $700 to $800 it generates has actually been an essential part of our household managing.

Happily, things enhanced in the latter part of the year and I'm fairly optimistic that I'll remain in a position to ask CactusLab to do some modest deal with the website. I'm not actually hiring new blog writers, however I want to clean the cruft of years, retire all our inactive individual bloggers to an emeritus section and maybe open a number of new topic blog sites for periodic contributors. I believe Access has been of worth because sense and I'm grateful to Hilary Stace in specific for her care and commitment to impairment concerns.

It hasn't been all bad. I've leared new skills and written some things I'm really pleased with. It was great to be totally vindicated on the "meth contamination" ordeal I blogged about two years earlier. I've really taken pleasure in working a couple of days lately at RNZ and it looks like that will continue in the new year. I'm hugely happy that my older ASD kid is working once again, with excellent people who like and appreciate him, at the excellent Cotto restaurant.

I have actually also been cheered and enriched more than ever by the music made by individuals around me. Blair Parkes, Tom Scott, Julia Deans, Tom Scott, Julian Dyne, Marlon Williams, Sandy Mill, Anthonie Tonnon and others, thank you. You make a distinction to us-- to me. And The Beths: guys, you would not think how lots of dishes and kitchen clean-ups your brilliant, bouyant album has helped with. I'm also personally pleased to have provided on what I composed this year after Golden Dawn closed-- about making your own areas. On Friday night, our final DJ night for the year at Point Chev's Cupid bar was great. It really seemed like we 'd done something. We'll be back there next year. Come see us.

I was happy that you all voted "compassion" as the Public Address Word of the Year. Do respect each other, and believe what kindness means in action. Have a great summertime and take pleasure in people and locations. Swim, ride, stroll. Request for aid if you require it, use assistance when it's needed. Be kind.

And next month, Grant's anniversary will occur, and that will be difficult for Rachael more than anybody else. I'll weep, yet once again, when I think of him. We'll all believe once again about who we are, where we have actually come from and what matters to us. We'll be another year in the world.

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