#Staring At The Mirror ;; Natsuki

[spkyscry-a]

Don’t follow me-

[bakugoushotwife]

happy birthday bakugou!! // k. bakugou x fem! reader (selfship tbh)

warnings: very self indulgent, pregnancy, reader is a woman and mother already, bakufamily hehe <3

the tug on the covers is what wakes him. he’s always been a light sleeper, trained for years to detect any threat, even when he’s supposed to be at rest. maybe he’s a little less concerned about the random noises he hears around his house nowadays; primed from years of marriage to the clumsiest woman alive–and fatherhood to the clumsiest children. another tug. though he had hoped to sleep in today of all days. he took a personal day from the agency just to relax, cuddle up to his wife, maybe have a late brunch with the kids. the perfect day of rest for a busy man like him. 

he peeps an eye open to see if you’re laying in your spot. tch, hag. he rolls his closed eyes and decides to turn over; he could probably go back to sleep. another tug. 

“daddy!” bakugou’s little daughter huffs, patience clearly run out by that inherited scowl tugging on her features. complete with a stomp and all, natsuki pulls again. he loves his kids, cherishes being a father, but please. he just wants a minute longer. is that so much to ask on his birthday?

“nats, go get yer ma or come lay down.” he grumbles in the groggy morning voice you love to hear so much. your mini me happily obliges, giggling as she scales her way up onto the bed. she’s only five, and is absolutely her father’s biggest fan. he’s especially soft for his first born, and his precious little princess–hearing her laughter sheds the grump right off of him, heart melting a little as she sneaks under a heavy arm to lay next to him. “where is yer ma anyway?” he pouts, making her poke at the deep frown. 

“shhh, can’ tell you!! i distract.” she nods. oh how she possesses your grace. that makes him snort, and he already knows you have to be scheming something for today’s ‘holiday’, as you would call it. and his son is being held captive to be an accomplice to such a crime. you know he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. he hates that kind of attention and would much rather spend his time cuddling with his wife all day than sitting at some restaurant accepting gifts from his friends. he nearly has everything a man could ever ask for, a beautiful wife, healthy and gorgeous children–though he could tack on a few more there–the perfect home, a great and satisfying career…the list goes on. it took years to get to this place of peace. so, he really doesn’t want anything for his birthday this year. other than your ass back in bed of course. 

“oh yeah? she told ya to do that?” he blinks sleepy eyes open, meeting ones of a matching hue staring up at him. she nods. “what’s yer brother doin’?” he knows it’s a trap, but hey. you shoulda sent the kid that can’t make complete sentences yet. 

“helpin’ mama make ‘cakes n bacon!” she reveals proudly, eyes growing wide when she realizes she’s betrayed her mission. she claps a hand over her mouth and huffs at him. “mama tryin’ to be nice.” 

“ain’t she? let’s go help her.” he chuckles a little bit, sliding out of bed with her on his hip. his sweatpants hang low, but he won’t take the time to change right now. his hair is tousled from sleep, but as always he’s effortlessly and ruggedly handsome in a way that will never cease to make you weak in the knees. natsuki holds onto her father’s shoulder as he softly pads down the stairs, ready to foil your surprise. he holds his finger over his lips, nodding at his little girl. she mirrors the action, swearing to be silent. he peeks around the corner, this sight bringing a gentle smile to his face. maturing and loving and having a family had simmered him down a bit, but he never lost his spark. he always knows how to balance it though, and as badly as he wants to jump around the wall and catch you—laugh that you thought you could be so sneaky; he doesn’t. you’re holding your two year old son in a similar way to his carry on natsuki, dancing around the kitchen to keep him from fussing while you plate up his favorite strawberry banana pancakes, a signature you introduced him to. you dollop out whipped cream that katsuo promptly puts his hands into, making you laugh softly and shake your head. you stick some candles into the pancakes and that’s when it really gets him. 

so much care and laborious love poured into this, he can’t rob you of such a simple gift to him. natsuki pats his shoulder, pointing to the living room as you fix up the smudged whipped cream and fix your children’s plates. he sees that you’ve turned it into a massive pillow fortress, blankets and string lights and the tv tucked under it all so you could lounge about all day. the family cat perched comfortably on one of the fluffiest blankets, and blame fatherhood, he feels the sting of emotion behind his eyes. it’s perfect. it’s a gift he wouldn’t have even picked for himself–it nearly makes him laugh. you would find a way to go and do something for him anyway–even when he swears he just wants to lay around the house all day. he says that and you go and give him domestic bliss. 

you walk around the corner with his plate in hand, katsuo in the other, prepared to creep upstairs and wake your sleeping husband up for breakfast in bed. then you’d rouse him to come downstairs to the massive movie theater pillow fort you built. but meh—it seems your plans were mere…outlines. your smile droops, but then replaces itself upon noticing just how shocked and happy katsuki really was. he loathes surprises, and no—you would not drag the man out for birthday dinners or even a private date for you two. he’d much rather cook for you and the kids anyway. you know that. you know him better than you know yourself. but you would be damned if a year went by where you didn’t celebrate him. and yeah–you shoulda sent the kid that can’t make complete sentences yet. 

“this is real nice, princess.” he hums, turning to face you and letting you glimpse at your regretful daughter. 

“sorry mama..” she pouts, making you chuckle softly. there wasn’t much of a chance to get away with this anyway–it’s not her fault. 

“aw, it’s okay baby. now we can just sing happy birthday to daddy in the fort!” you grin, nodding at him to get comfortable inside. he smiles warmly, because that’s all he feels. complete and utter warmth from head to toe. he leans forward and kisses your forehead, taking katsuo out of your arms and taking the kids to nestle comfortably in the pillow seating arrangements you crafted. it is an incredible arrangement by the way. he’s sure it took you hours. he feels that signature tightness in his chest–the overwhelming love he has for you is sometimes a physical phenomenon. katsuo crawls over the pillows to tuck himself into a fluffy corner close to his sister, clapping his hands together in anticipation of the pancakes he saw his mom whipping up earlier. you duck under the entrance sheet and grin brightly—an expression he knows and loves. you’re proud of yourself, and you should be. you drop to your knees, hitting the fluffy couch cushions and fluffy down blankets. you scoot forward on them and then sit back, displaying your beautiful pancake creations. 

you nod to the kids who join you in a beautiful–albeit choppy–rendition of the happy birthday tune, and he beams all the while. his heart may genuinely burst from his chest though.  the greatest gift he ever got was truly his wife–and you’ve given him two more. he leans up to blow out the candles, leaning up yet again to steal a kiss from you before he takes the plate from you entirely. “thank ya, lil squirt. and m’littler squirts.” he ruffles natsuki’s hair, getting into the breakfast as you double back for everything else. the love in his eyes, the intensity that he always carries—it’s a gift in itself to you. you’re gonna watch shitty tv all day with your kids, being lazy and awful as you snack around all day. you call it a taurus’ paradise. of course you sneak your final gift in too, snagging it from the counter. 

he holds his arm out for you, chewing animatedly and nodding to show you his excitement. you lean into his hold and nestle close, putting a show on for your kids. they have limited tv time please don’t even start. “happy birthday, my love.” you hum again, kissing his cheek. 

“you spoil me, gorgeous.” he smiles at you, all soft and tender to give you butterflies. he tucks his hand into the dip of your waist and starts feeding you your food like it’s your birthday. he does that a lot. you think he gets nearly uncomfortable at being spoiled–or at least wants to include you in the feeling he has. it’s adorable either way. 

“you deserve it. you work so hard, you’re such a good dad and husband for me…i want to give you everything.” you chuckle softly, laying your head on his shoulder, hugging around his bicep. 

“woman, look at those kids an’ yerself an’ say that again.” he says, the pinnacle of affection despite his way of speaking. “ya gave me everythin’.” 

“nuh uhhh,” you giggle, digging in your pocket. “not everything. got something else for ya.” you place it in his hands—the only other thing he’d ever want: a positive pregnancy test. “one step closer to—what did you call it? bakugou total world domination?”

he sets his plate to the side and pulls you into his lap, clutching you close, chuckling a bit. “yer kiddin’! he nuzzles his face into your neck and sighs happily. “i love you.” he hums softly, shaking his head, “this gotta be the best birthday ever..” he adds, and he means it wholeheartedly. gone were the days of war and daily sacrifice. every once and a while a villain will get on his nerves for a few days—but he always comes home to his (growing) family. he didn’t even have nightmares anymore, blissfully coasting in a stream of peace he never imagined he’d know. the idea of having a lifetime like this was almost too good to be true if he hadn’t known he’d do anything to protect it.

“but don’t think we won’t celebrate on our own later~” you purr in his ear. sheesh, you keep proving this day gets better and better.

[k0yaz]

Bro the first time I played ddlc (w no prior knowledge) I was so confused about why I couldn’t romance monika 😭

I literally repeated the first chapter so many times just because I was confused on why I couldn’t spend time w her compared to the others.

Pls drop either hc’s or a one shot abt this happening and Monika’s reaction.

Preferably w an afab reader but GN/amab is also cool

agony of her solitude.

Pairings: monika x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, spoilers for ddlc obviously, short baby fic, horror themes, monika being scary bc she’s awesome like that, mostly written from monika’s possible perspective so it’s not how I feel about the characters it’s how she saw them mid game I think, possessive themes, a little unhealthy but this is monika in the original ddlc not ddlc plus so she only cares about the person behind the screen, pre act 3 monika, not proofread.

A/N: HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT I ACTUALLY GOT A DDLC REQUEST I HAVE BEEN WAITING A WHOLE YEAR FOR THIS IM GONNA EAT MY PILLOW RAHHAHHSDBDB also why would I write amab reader no offense to the guys reading my thing but I’m so fucking fruity for the whole literature club idfk under what conditions I’d write amab reader anyway THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING DDLC 🕯️

Various tabs of the console filled Monika’s vision, a perplexed look crossing her face as she stared at the files counting your replays. Her chin rested between her thumb and forefinger, pondering why you had looped the first chapter over and over, confusion racking her mind as she continued to search for a possibility. Perhaps your game glitched? Or the code wasn’t working properly?

“Why does she keep repeating the first act..? There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the script..” she muttered under her breath, clicking her tongue in mild frustration. Reaching up, her fingers gently swiped along the console, trying to view all the recorded replays of the first act in a desperate attempt to seek the root cause of your game loops.

Monika intently traced the the contents of the digital code, reflections of the binary patterns and script mirroring into her emerald green eyes with each tap into a different file. Each movement of your mouse seemed…off. Your clicker would often stray off to the side, deviating from the displayed choices of Sayori, Natsuki, and Yuri, while tracing it up and down as if you longed to find an alternate option.

She merely squinted her eyes at the replay of your mistakenly mindless gameplay, tilting her head in confusion as this pattern was repeated and prevalent across all your replays of the first chapter. That was until she stumbled across a particular point into your gameplay, her own body growing somewhat tensed as the repeated choice reflected across every replay of Act 1. Every single time. Monika paused for a brief moment, unsure on whether to feel elated, or confused in that moment as her hand rested onto her chest and clutched the fabric code of her blazer.

She wasn’t just getting her hopes up..right?

The choices presented themselves before you on the screen once more, depicting all four of the literature club members’ names in seperate pink boxes. Even after returning to this moment constantly, you remained utterly confused, eyes fixated on your screen with your pupils drilling into the pixels like a deer in headlights.

You felt fairly disoriented from the little chime noise emitting from the game every time your mouse hovered over one of the boxes, inching your face closer to the screen illuminating your face and splaying streams of light all across your desk. Your expression contorted to one of mild annoyance, brows furrowing and wrinkling your face up as you could only feel your shaky palm gripped atop the mouse. Why couldn’t you choose Monika? Why on earth were you restricted to the three girls you didn’t show any interest in?

Clicking on her name once more, you were met with the same dialogue spewing out of the line of text in game. That it wasn’t necessary to help her prepare for the festival. It was completely incomprehensible as to why this game wasn’t allowing to choose the route of the character you had your eyes on, making you scoff as a wave of irritation continued to bite at you.

Monika’s eyes widened upon seeing each brisk movement of your mouse, carefully examining how it clicked on her name each and every time it popped onto the screen as an available option. The script of the game barred her from having a route path, on top of that bestowing a near god like power within this digital world she was coded into. It was torture. The flashing colored lights burned her skull, the endless piercing screeches shattering through her ears as she was discarded into the void. Only knowing that she was trapped in a fictional world, believing she was the only one who was real.

A near unnerving smile stretched her lips, pursing them shut to mask her boiling excitement. You had been her only escape. Every time you opened up the game, she was freed from the agony of her solitude. Monika’s hands rested along the edges of the console, breathing out a content sigh. Her eyes flickered to your mouse jittering in possible frustration from the lack of response to choosing her once more, warmth seeping into her heart as she longed to snatch you to herself right then and there.

Ah. She had someone who actually desired her presence. Someone who wanted to spend time with her. No worries, (Name). You’ll be hers before long. Just be patient.

She snapped back to the game, her face seemingly more lit up, yet her sprite kept it as still as a rock as she stared straight into the screen. Her sprite was there while she tweaked the console and spoke to herself, but maybe she could finally rest for once. She could rest easy and let you play knowing you’re only set on her. Monika smiled to herself, hands grasping her elbows as she glanced over her statue of a sprite standing in for her there.

Her gaze over the protagonist made her nearly scoff from annoyance. His sprite repulsed her. Everyone else could have that piece of trash separating you from her. Monika only wondered to herself how gorgeous your complexion could be once she gets the chance to lay eyes upon you in person. If only she could crawl through the screen and wrap her arms around your neck in an embrace to feel your warmth.

It was only a matter of time. She just had to wait for you to reach the third act, and you were all hers.

“Don’t worry, (Name). Just wait a little longer and play through the game. You’ll be with me soon enough.”

A/N: I LOVE THIS I LOVE DDLC OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS GAME IVE NEVER LEFT MY DDLC PHASE AND I LOVE MONIKA SHE ATE FRFR

anyway this was fun to write :)

[yourreality-mp3]

Natsuki continued slowly down the sidewalk, passing shrubs and fenced houses. She slowly made her way toward the door in the very middle of the rows of homes but this was no home, it was merely a house...

"Story Telling"- A Natsuri fanfic

Chapter 2 - "House."

Warning for: parental abuse, transphobia

Natsuki entered the house and was greeted by dirty dishes and flies buzzing, it was a disgusting sight but it wasn't her problem unless she wanted to bake and tonight, she had plans. She snuffed the dirt and grime that littered the house and made her way up the stairs, closing her door and locking it behind her.

The pink curtains and overwhelmingly pastel colouring all around had been there since she was young, though she was pressured to grow up and move on, she never once caved to those demands. She knew who she was and she'd be damned if she ever listened to anyone's bullcrap.

Moving on, she began changing into causal clothing, a nice pink tank top and white shorts which she grabbed from her closet were folded in her hands when her eyes suddenly landed on the mirror and her body was filled with several bruises and cuts from the abuse she'd suffered since age 10. Angered at her own weakness, she put the clothes on and fell back on her bed.

She suddenly sprung up and dashed for her bag, grabbing the book Yuri had given her for the night. On one hand, she didn't want Yuri to gain any upper hand upon seeing Natsuki take interest in her stupid, convoluted, over complicated, pompous literature but on the other hand....Natsuki was really enjoying the book. Shocked and disgusted by her own excitement to read something she deemed so dumb, she swallowed her pride and began to read.

And read she did, for hours and hours on end; with every little word she was immersed deeper and she found herself thinking of Yuri in a more positive light. She giggled at the different sticky notes with jokes about each character, notes about the lore and notes describing everything behind the scenes all written by Sayori. She planned on making it through the entire book in one night she was so immersed.

"Finally outgrew your manga?" Natsuki snapped her attention to her father in the door but she'd locked her door, hadn't she? "No," she began to defend herself, "This was given to me from a friend." She sat up, closing the book up and holding it to her chest. Her father looked her up and down, "You know, you don't have to do that fake high pitch voice." Natsuki looked away, anger on her face. "Could you get out now?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"I can't tell my co-workers about you if you keep dressing and acting like this."

"You wouldn't tell them about me anyway."

"I would if you stopped pretend to be a girl."

"You don't like anything about me, don't use that against me!"

Natsuki stands and points to him angrily as they yell, "Against you?! I'm the one supporting you! I'm the one letting you do this to yourself!" Natsuki's eyebrows immediately furrow at that statement. "Support?!" Natsuki scoffs, "You sit there on your ass all day, you don't talk to me unless you're yelling, you haven't hugged me in years! The most you do is hit me!" Her father grabs her arm and yanks her.

"Talk to me like that again, I fucking dare you." She pulls away her arm and he smacks her across the face. She backed into the corner, "You never could fight me like a man anyway, maybe it's better you keep pretending." Natsuki feels at her swelling cheek to suppress the aching and her anger only grows as he walks away.

After a few moments, Natsuki stands and wanders to her mirror, she stares at herself; she knew who she was, she couldn't change that. This was her, the real her and that bastard could never change that. Brows furrowed, she punches the mirror and her knuckles start to bleed.

"Shit," Natsuki mumbles, wrapping her knuckles in bandages and then returning to her room and grabbing the book Yuri lent her. "At least he didn't rip this one up like my manga." Natsuki sighs and goes back to her door and closes it, seeing that the lock was picked before closing it.

Natsuki opens the book and finds her page again, sighing contently as she began to read once more...

[brownhairedbookworm]

Ch. 3: T3 Vertebra

Ah, the spring breeze. It warms the world as the last clutches of winter fade away. Not enough to warm the soul, but pleasant and floral all the same. Flower petals surround the former Literature Club's home, filling the air and ground with colors and scents.

Monika, at the moment, is not appreciating the beauty and peace of nature. It's been a few months since the changes to her diet, girlfriend-prescribed, and she is examining a woman in the mirror, just a bit unfamiliar to her.

She has the same brown hair as Monika, the same ponytail tied up with a white ribbon, the same green eyes, the same skin tone... Everything else is just a bit unfamiliar.

A hand raises up from her side, curiously patting at her softened cheek. It's... Sort of cute? Monika is very used to having a more angular face. Sharp and attentive, maybe a little imposing. She makes her best attempt at a glare in the mirror... Yeah, that's still mostly imposing. Her job should stay about as easy as it can be, with the massive amount of people management she has to do.

Traveling further down her body past her softened neck, Monika examines her bared shoulders. Once again, not too different than what she expects! But instead of the toned shoulders of an active youth, she's starting to see some soft mass forming above her muscles. Sayori's arms are nice and plush, much more than Monika's shoulders are, so it isn't a point of shame. Hell, Sayori's the best hugger in the house! Maybe someday Monika can give her a run for her money.

Ah, her breasts. Nothing to skip mentioning. Yuri has always been the chestiest of the quartet, but Monika... WAS in second place.

"We need to do a new household breast comparison... It's been a couple of years. Maybe I'm going to get ahead of Sayori, again, ahaha~"

The woman gropes herself, continuing to giggle. As expected, her breasts are nice and soft, maybe a bit more than they used to be. She drops them onto her soft stomach. That's... Where her self-examination definitely takes a turn.

While she does still have a decent pinch in her waist, Monika definitely feels that her tummy and lower body are fulfilling Yuri's prediction at the start of all this quite accurate. What were her exact words? Something about being the most bottom heavy of them? They escape Monika's mind, as she stares down at her hips.

Monika's hips and thighs are the first part of her body that she could describe as truly "broad". She has always had the thickest legs out of the polycule. She pats at her thighs, lifting and stretching them to take a thorough look at their softening state. Each one together... previously, they were only a bit wider than her torso, a conventionally attractive flair out from her body! Now, the gap between them is fully vanished and it wouldn't be a wild claim to say she's starting to become more pear-shaped.

Natsuki's high school jabs about 'thigh meat' come to mind. The brunette smiles, chuckling softly. Their flirting was always a bit on the goofier side.

With her body thoroughly examined, Monika gives her reflection a weak, but genuine, smile. If she's going to keep getting softer with this new kink, it isn't the worst thing in the world. She gathers up her underwear from the bed and continues to get dressed. Maybe some new clothes will be in order, soon. Monika can feel her ass stretching her panties as she slides them up.

Yuri, downstairs, is awaiting Monika's entry into the waking world. For a certain admittedly obscure and unofficial holiday, she's got a bit of a plot to spring on Monika. With Natsuki's covert assistance, there's a pie in the refrigerator. It's Yuri's favorite, French Silk! And Monika is going to eat it through some combination of trickery, coercion and Yuri feeding it to her!

As she hears Monika begin to descend the stairs, she closes her book and sets her reading glasses aside. Yuri hops to her feet, snickering to herself. A pie to the face on Pi Day, how fun! She steps into the kitchen to fill a glass of water for herself. It's best to seem natural, when you're plotting.

"Oh, hi Yuri! Are the other two out?" Monika approaches the kitchen, peeking out the windows to admire the springy weather. She plants a kiss on Yuri's cheek, smiling.

"Good morning, love." Yuri turns her head to return the kiss to her former President. "They are. Natsuki needed Sayori's hands to go shopping. They stayed up late to do a bit of requested baking."

"Had a craving for something, huh?" Monika nods at Yuri, playfully drumming on the taller woman's shoulders. "What did you ask for?"

"French Silk Pie. I believe Natsuki said it would need to set until later in the day?" A half-truth if ever there was one. Yuri requested Natsuki make the pie shortly after Monika turned in for the night, and she certainly said it needed to set... but that period is long over. A bit of a secondary joke on Yuri's part~

"Your favorite, right? I hope it's tasty!" Monika opens the refrigerator, taking a look through the big box for some breakfast. Is there any leftover oatmeal...? When was the last time she made any of that?

The brunette's thoughtfully swaying hips catch Yuri's attention, her lips twitching into a mischievous smirk.

Monika continues looking through the refrigerator, unaware of the violet menace slowly approaching her from behind. Yuri grins to herself as she carefully engulfs the green-eyed woman in a soft embrace, making ample use of her chest. "Are you finding anything particularly captivating, in the depths of our food storage?"

"I'm tempted by the French Silk Pie, but you did say Natsuki wanted it to set, longer." Monika gently wiggles her hips against Yuri's, her newly expanded legs squishing pleasantly into the other woman. "Are you interested in anything in particular?"

"I can think of one thing that's got my eye." Yuri chuckles softly as she backs away from Monika and begins to rest her hand upon the back of her neck. It's a signal the both of them are beginning to grow quite familiar with.

"...Yuri, don't you dare-"

"Enjoy the pie, my darling Monika~" Her hand makes a calculated impact just below Monika's neck, sending a glitchy nerve signal through the brunette's spine.

Monika's leg twitches out from beneath her, and with Yuri's careful guidance her face lands squarely in the chocolate and cream pie that Natsuki created.

Yuri can't help but giggle at her calculated prank. "Delicious, no?"

The chocolate-coated brunette slowly collects herself and stands back up, supporting herself on the fridge's handle. "... I didn't realize that a certain someone could hide a plot, so easily." She swipes some of the cream and chocolate from her lips and cleans it off of her fingers with her tongue.

"It took a considerable amount of restraint to not wish you a happy 'Pi Day', when you came to the kitchen." Yuri's grin is wide and proud, now.

Monika can't help but smile with her girlfriend. "So that's what your angle is. Well, you got me~ What's your plan to help me clean all of this up?"

"I might just have a plan or two." Yuri approaches Monika once again, swiping a hearty mass of chocolate and whipped cream from Monika's cheek and licking it clean. "I suppose the answer to your question depends on your thoughts on how direct I should be with the cleaning process."

"I would love it if you were very direct, my bittersweet nightshade~"

"Then I'd best get to work." Yuri leans in and licks up the side of Monika's cheek. "Mmmmm... Natsuki's outdone herself!" She puts a hand to her cheek, closing her eyes as she loses herself in the rich flavor.

"Let's hope my flavor is adding something meaningful to it." Monika giggles. "Or else I'm going to be outclassed as a lover by a pie."

"Oh, you're far tastier than a pie." The violet-haired woman slides past Monika, leaving a hand on her plumping hips as she picks up the half-destroyed carcass of her dessert.

"Y-Yuri, goodness, something has gotten into you, today!" The pie coating on her face hides Monika's reddening cheeks at Yuri's somewhat uncharacteristic forwardness.

"It's my turn to explore this kink with you. I'm planning to enjoy it just as much as you~" Yuri drags her tongue across Monika's cheek once more, purring at the pie's rich flavor once again. She proceeds to drag Monika to the couch.

A deft, black-nailed finger slides across the button on Monika's shorts, releasing Monika's hips from their capture and beginning the process of adding sexual activity into this little playful encounter. Yuri's tongue slides across Monika's lips, as she tugs the brunette down onto the couch with her.

-💚- 💜-

"We're hoooooome~" Sayori's weather-appropriate sunny voice rings into the house as she nudges the front door open. "Got some mushrooms and veggies for a stir fry!"

"Extra hot chilis for the sauce, too! Should be a nice little kitchen experiment." Natsuki squishes herself through the doorway after the other shopper, carrying the lion's share of the grocery bags. "Y'all ever had peanut sauce in this kinda thing before? Kicks some ass~"

Natsuki shuffles into the kitchen, passing right by a blushing Sayori with eyes glued on the living room couch.

The living room couch currently covered with two naked girlfriends.

"Aaaaaaaaawww!!!" The girl shrieks in... some mix of shock, jealousy and excitement? "Come ON, you two, you know I wanted to be a part of all of this fun with Monika!"

Yuri peeks up from her tangled position with Monika with an appropriately smug expression. "I can't exactly say I apologize, dear. Provided Monika can go another round, I don't see why you wouldn't be allowed to join~?"

"I need a bit..." Monika hiccups shuffling the empty pie tin away from the sex knot formed from herself and Yuri. "Between the pie and her feeding me grapes like a Greek emperor, my stomach needs some recovery time."

"Uuuuuuugh, Monikaaaaaa, you owe me some alone time!" Sayori pouts at the disheveled brunette, hands placed accusingly on her hips.

"Fine, fine... I assume you'll bring snacks, Sunshine?" She chuckles softly, laying back amid the naked mess on the couch. "Looking forward to it~"

"Don't forget it's my turn, next, Sayo!"

"Dammit!"

[clubmates-a]

when sayori is suddenly ejected from her forever slumber, it is not a graceful re-entrance. she is thrown to her knees, gasping for much needed air, hands still clawing at her now bare throat. her cheeks wet with old tears, it takes her a few seconds to look around, and realize where she was. it’s. the clubroom? 🌦️

but, it was stripped bare, no desks, no chairs, no chalkboard, no posters. just a floor, ceiling and windows, lit up in sunset hues. maybe this was all  a bad dream? or, was… was this death? she rises to her feet and sniffles, a million thoughts race through her head, but the loudest rings clear: ‘i wanna go home.’ 🌦️

sayori weakly shuffles her way to the door, and tries to pull it open, but. of course, it doesn’t budge. she tries again, same thing. she tries one last time, but. no, not even an inch. she’s so tired… she just wants to see her friends again. [MC], natsuki, yuri, even m̵̵̨͜ǫ̴n̸̴̷͝i̛͜k̶̨͟a͏̛̀͢͜m҉҉m̧̕m̷͟͞͡, (careful what you wish for!) 🌦️

eventually she turns back around, dazed and dejected, but then just about jumps out of her skin. something had suddenly appeared in the middle of the room, had that been here the whole time? no, it couldn’t of been. two desks pushed together, facing each other, at one end, an empty chair, at the other? 🌦️

“ [MC]!– ” sayori fumbles over herself to get to where they sit motionless, slumped over in their chair. first, she tries to shake them awake, before eventually cupping their face in her hands. “ [MC], can you hear me? what’s wrong? please… please, answer me! don’t leave me alone again! i can’t– ” but, as she tips their head up, her words begin to tremble and trail off, eyes widening further. 🌦️

there was no facial features in sight, only buzzing static skin, which gives off a soft glow, it’s warm to the touch much like an old tv would be. sayori can only stare as something begins to take shape within all the noise. a figure? it’s dark, she can’t make out any details, but it’s a person, for sure. 🌦️

they’re sitting in a bedroom, blankly staring back at her, eventually they start moving their mouse around, clicking a few things. a menu appears, it’s pastel-colored and cutesy. it was of her, yuri, and natsuki. the words they hover over were hard to make out at first, since it was backwards to her, like a reflection in the mirror. (but, who was the reflection here?) 🌦️

                                        [NEW GAME.]                        [PLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME.]

sayori jumps back as her brain tries to process what she just saw, and tries to soften the blow of the building realization if possible. she fidgets with the hem of her blazer as her breathing begins to quicken, dread is sizing her up before it finally swallows her up. 🌦️

[wh-what? this… what is this? oh no. no… this can’t be it. this can’t be all there is. what is this? what am i? make it stop! PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP!]

suddenly, she shoots up in her bed, pouring sweat and feeling like she’d gotten a punch to the chest. she squeezes her eyes shut, wrapping her arms around herself to try and self-soothe. but, as much as she’d like think that none of that was real: when she opened her window to get some fresh air, she looked up to the night sky… and, she could see it’s code. 🌦️

[writer-akihiko]

Chapter 7 - First Date [STARISH]

Chapter 8 →

Otoya Ittoki

You combed your hair one last time before checking out your reflection in the mirror.

Due to colliding schedules, you two had to have your first date in Saotome. In all honesty, it was safer for both you and Otoya since the sea of fans could be a problem.

Haruka had allowed you to stay in her room as you got ready. She even helped you with your hair.

Your best friend waved you off as you head to the lake in Saotome. Otoya was waiting, staring off into the water.

"Otoya..."

"YNー"

He stopped midway. He had to take a moment to take in your beauty. He almost dropped the flowers he was holding if it wasn't for you.

"Do you not like it?" You asked, looking down in embarrassment.

"No! Wait, um..." Otoya twisted over his words. "I like it! You look amazing! I mean you look amazing every day, but you lookー"

"O-Otoya... Thank you..." You were trying ridiculously hard not to freeze up.

After that incident, you and Otoya had settled down. Otoya had already set up the picnic at the roots of the tree.

You kicked off your flats and folded your skirt underneath you. In the end of your date discussion, Otoya asked you to leave the preparation of the picnic.

You took a bite of the sandwich Otoya offered you. You hid your small smile from him, savouring the taste.

"You don't have to hide it," He said. "YN... Now that we're dating... Do you think you could be a little less shy with me?"

You nodded. You noticed the guitar behind him. "Otoya... Do you think you could teach me how to play?"

His eyes glowed at your interest. "Sure. Come closer."

The rest of the date was spent Otoya teaching you to strum the strings. He even sang along, to which you joined in.

"I~ can't help..."

"Falling in love with you," He finished for you.

Masato Hijirikawa

As true to your suggestion, you two went out to the city. Masato however decided to wear a disguise as to not ruin the atmosphere.

Masato himself was not too in tune to the city streets, so you two spent the date exploring street food. "I think I will try the anko mochi..." He muttered.

"Masato, try this!" You scooped some of the shavings from your takoyaki.

He simply stared at the spoon, blank faced.

"Masato?"

"You..." He began. He shoved that spoon in your mouth. "Save your holy lips for another time!"

"....Masato?"

He finally explained his reason. "You used that spoon... Your lips touched it..."

You shrugged it off. "Just try it! I'll buy the mochi but just try it! Please?" You used your secret weapon: Puppy Eyes.

Reluctantly, he gave in.

"You know I'm weak to that..."

Natsuki Shinomiya

Despite not wanting to have your first date in your uncle's store, schedule clashes said otherwise. Your classes and his school timetable wouldn't work out.

However, you two made it work and decided to make it a little special by sitting at the garden tables of the shop.

"Natsuki?" You peeked your head out to see your boyfriend cooing over the cute décor you designed.

"YN! This is so adorable!" He gestured to the tea set with the paintings.

"Oh... I made those," You told him sheepishly. "It was one of my projects..."

"YN, you're really talented..." Natsuki said. "One day, I want to see YN make a set!"

"And one day Natsuki can teach me how to play violin!" You said, pouring the tea into his teacup. 

His blank face after that sentence worried you. "Natsuki?"

He snapped out of his trance. "YN... I'm sorry."

You shook your head. "It's alright."

"YN?" He asked again.

"Yeah?"

"If anything happens," He held your hand. "If anything happens, please don't be afraid of me."

You brought his hand to your cold cheek. "Of course."

Ren Jinguji

He picked you up from the train station and immediately helped you move your luggage. He had ordered his chauffeur to send off your luggage to Haruka's dormitory.

"Ren this is too much," You said, overwhelmed by how much work he was doing for you. "You don't need to rush into it..."

He patted your head, smiling. "My fairy, our time is limited, and I intend to spend every single moment of it with you."

You sighed and decided to go along with it. "The thrill of it is interesting, yet exhausting..." You commented.

He brought you to an antique shop which displayed many traditional trinkets. "I know you'd be tired, so I don't want to go overboard..."

Your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Ren. You're very considerate."

"And you're very frank," He said. "Please don't be shy though. If anything sparks your interest, just tell me."

You wandered around with Ren, both looking at antiques and interesting objects. You tugged Ren's sleeve after noticing an interesting box.

"Ren... Look!" You picked up the slender box and opened it. It was a darts pack.

Ren's eyes piqued with interest. "It's quiet lovely, however not as much as you," He charmed.

You continued to inspect the box, brushing off his compliment. "I find the box lovelier..."

"You deny your beauty..." He muttered. "Look at this my fairy," Ren said. He showed you a letter opener designed like a katana.

"I like it," You said, holding it your hands.

"Let's buy both of them and get a snack on the way," He suggested. You nodded, earning a little pat on the head since Ren thought you looked unbelievably cute.

Cecil Aijima

At first you thought you'd be having a normal date at the park. You thought wrong.

"Cecil... Are you scared of water?" You asked after your boyfriend overreacted when you suggested to go in the swan carts in the lake.

"Maybe..." He confessed.

You sighed, looking down. "Alright. Then we won'tー"

"Let's go anyway!" Cecil grabbed your hand and led you to a swan cart.

"Cecil are youー"

"Positive!"

You seated yourself on the left side of the cart as he took the right. You began pedalling slowly as to take in the view of the canal.

"I'm sorry YN," He said. "You looked so sad that I just couldn't help but agree." Cecil was shaking, eyeing the water cautiously as he pedalled.

"Cecil, we can stop if you'd like," You said, smiling. "If we both don't enjoy it then it wouldn't be fun."

He moved his head left and right. "YN-chan helps me conquer my fear so I will see through this." His brave face says it all.

"Thank you, Cecil."

Syo Kurusu

What better way to spend time with Syo than go shopping? After Syo had seen your casual outfits, he swore to get you cuter clothes.

"I never knew dresses could be cut like this..." You gawked at the displays. Most of the shopping was done for garments you never owned such as formal wear and whatever modern clothes caught your attention.

Syo wanted to find a formal dress for you to wear. So far, you'd been overwhelmed by the sheer amount of dresses the store had. After much fun consulting with Syo, the two of you settled on a (f/c) A-line dress.

As passing by the stores, your eyes landed on a pair of bracelets.

"H-Hey YN," Syo called out. "Let's go in."

The two of you avoided the store clerks and Syo immediately went to the pair by the window. He called the attendant to see the pair.

"Syo, this is too much..." You told him.

"Just wait and see."

Syo purchased the set and you walked back to the car together. He took out the bracelet pair and wore one. He handed the other bracelet to you.

"Is this like a promise ring?" You asked.

"Ye- No," He said. "It's... I thought since we were together, I'd get you something to remind me by..."

"And you'd be reminded of me too?"

"Yeah. Always."

Tokiya Ichinose

As Tokiya is a fan of the series you write, you decided it would be appropriate to go see the anime premiere together. Tokiya was coming as your plus one.

He held your hand in his as you two watch the opening song play. The episode rolled in, the animation perfectly capturing the motion you imagined from the manga.

It was breath taking. To Tokiya, your expression of wonder and excitement was breath-taking. The way your eyes shined aa you stared at your creation coming to life was breath taking.

"Beautiful..." He muttered.

"Yeah... It is," You replied.

He moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, tickling you slightly. He brought his lips to your ear, "Not the premiere, I meant you, my writer."

Dedicated to The Miss, who helped me greatly with this. ♡

Chapter 8 →

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Dabi with chubby and insecure S/O.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Dabi ]

「Headcanons of Dabi with S/O who's chubby and insecure.」

DABI

♤ To be honest, he thinks that you're a really difficult person at first. Sure you were chubby but he still finds it cute. He tries flirting with you but your insecure ass just assumes that he's being nice to you or whatever. Complimenting you in what you're wearing, how good you look, what you're good at, literally everything. He never knew that you were so insecure. You would always brush him off with a smile and thank him. Dabi actually considered pinning you against the wall and telling you all the things he wants to do with you.

♤ He notices that you would take your time in the mirror, staring at yourself and sighing. Sometimes you would take time to choose your clothes and often opted for baggy clothes that hide your figure. Dabi decides to confront you one day and he was so glad that he did. You admitted your insecurities, telling him that you're aware that you're not the best looking and chubby. You even went as far as to say that no one wanted someone like you and that he could've done better, have a girlfriend who's much prettier and confident in herself unlike you.

♤ Dabi isn't the type to pry and force you to tell him what's on your mind. So he waits but when he sees that you don't seem to show any signs of telling him, he will make the first move by asking you to fess up. He will be very patient with you, sitting next to you and listening to every single word.

♤ He's very mad. Not only at himself for not noticing but also at you who even dare to put yourself down like that. You may not notice but there were so many good things asides your looks that made him fall in love. Dabi is not a talker and not the type to ramble on but he did. He would start scolding you for talking about yourself like that and endlessly list things that he liked about you with a slightly frustrated tone that made you tear up.

♤ Oh my god, this guy will actually freak out when you end up crying. He just does not know what to do at all. Does he apologize for saying things so harshly? No! They were compliments and you shouldn't be crying over it. He means every single word he says to you. So, Dabi decides to let you cry it all out while he awkwardly pulls you into a hug and pats your back. After your mini crying phase, he would bring your face up and wipe the remaining tears away. Then he would tell you that he means every word and every compliment.

♤ Once isn't enough to convince you and this guy wouldn't mind if he has to remind you every single fucking day about how beautiful you are. On normal days, he will be a bit harsh with his comforting but over time it didn't really bother you at all. Dabi will harshly say that your thoughts are dumb, meaningless and you were stupid for believing them. On other days, he would hold you in his arms until you feel much better and occasionally whisper a few compliments into your ear.

Total: 549 words Published: 30.08.2020

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ I have chubby cheeks. I want some love. Hope you liked it anon! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! I have chubby legs. I can kick the shit out of people. Hope you enjoyed this, anon! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed!

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

[imagine-your-reality]

Can I request some headcannons with Monika who's s/o struggles with an eating disorder

Hi, I know you requested headcannons but I ended up writing a mini story, sorry 

ED tw 

All Monika wanted was for her beautiful beloved s/o to be happy

Every evening in the literature club would start with Sayori bugging them to help her buy some food and every time they would laugh and give her whatever food she had leftover that day

The girls thought it was harmless and didn’t think anything was wrong

Even Monika was fooled by their carefree attitude

However this evening was different, Natsuki was showing off some muffins she had baked that day and was nagging everyone to try one

While s/o politely refused, Natsuki and Sayori kept questioning why she didn’t want them

Monika sensed her s/o was distressed, and diffused the situation, the girls leaving them alone after seeing how uncomfortable they were

Monika gently asked if her s/o was feeling alright while gripping their face

s/o assured her they were alright and told her they had to leave

Monika later checked their character file, and realised that there was a code she didn’t recognise

Concerned about their safety, Monika began to exit the clu, b to visit her s/o

As she walked passed the bathrooms, she could hear soft crying 

She immediately checked and saw her s/o staring in the mirror with tears staining their face, their was bile on their chin. They turned to look at her

“Why won’t it go away......” 

Monika looked down and saw them gripping the skin on their stomach 

She wasn’t sure of what to do, she hadn’t encountered a situation like this before, while she thought about what to say, she pulled s/o into a tight hug and stroked their hair

She tried to assure them that they were perfect and that there was nothing wrong with their body 

From then on, Monika would spent nights after school trying to convince s/o to eat something, even if it was just small slices of apples, Monika thought it would be easier if they started small

Sorry if this is really bad/inaccurate, i haven’t had any experience with the subject matter so i’m not very knowledgeable on it  

[utanoprince-imagines]

Lost in your Eyes

Prompt: Soulmate AU! in which the colour of one’s eyes matches with their soulmate’s hair

Character(s): Natsuki/Syo

Genre: fluff????

Word count: 1,333

Warnings: None!

A/N: Happy birthday to these 2 gemini boys, the mildly chaotic, lovable duo in utapri who I love with my whole heart! Decided to try writing a soulmate AU for their birthday and kinda made Natsuki the main character here! I hope you guys enjoy reading it!

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24602131

Natsuki stared at his reflection in the mirror. He blinked.

Once. Twice.

Slowly, but surely, his eyes turned from its initial silver colour into blonde. Natsuki let out a wide smile and clapped his hands together out of happiness. He absolutely adored his eye colour. It perfectly matched his blonde hair. 

‘I hope my soulmate doesn’t dye his hair any time soon.’ 

Natsuki was very well aware that in this world, the colour of one’s eye differed according to the colour of their soulmate’s hair. He had always been an avid believer of the term ‘soulmates’, and with each passing day, he wished it was the day he could finally meet the person meant for him. 

Checking his eye colour every morning was part of his daily routine, although he knew that it was impossible for his eye colour to be changing everyday. Nonetheless, every morning he woke with the anticipation that his colour might just be different.

From what he could tell so far, his soulmate was most likely in the entertainment industry, either as a singer or an actor of some sort. His eyes were constantly switching between vibrant colours such as electric blue and bright orange, colours that a normal office worker would probably not have. For the past four months, Natsuki’s eyes have been an ashy silver colour. He thought about it, and came to the conclusion that his soulmate had either been filming for a movie or had ongoing promotions for a new album. 

After having a light breakfast, Natsuki left for his part time job at a nearby cafe. He was still a student in his final year of university, and he couldn’t wait for the day he finally graduated to work full time at the cafe. He wanted to be a barista and eventually one day, open up a quiet little cafe at the corner of the street, serving his handmade pastries and drinks.

Walking into the cafe, the strong aroma of coffee beans greeted him. It was a comforting scent. Getting dressed in the apron, he began work with the other part timer. 

~~

The cafe was tucked away in a quiet street, mainly serving the residents who lived in the district. Most of the customers were regulars who dropped by frequently for the coffee, and Natsuki recognised all of them by heart.

Two hours into the shift, a new face walked into the cafe, he placed an order for a large americano, before proceeding to a seat near the window.

Natsuki stared at the male, he was rather petite in size, and he dressed well. But what really caught his eye was the colour of his hair - blonde, a shade that resembled very closely to that of his eyes. 

The possibility of him being his soulmate momentarily came up in Natsuki’s mind but he convinced himself not to jump to conclusions, it wasn’t as if he was the only person with blonde hair after all, heck, even Natsuki had blonde hair himself. After a brief moment, the stranger pulled out a stack of papers from his back and began flipping through it. 

Could he possibly be an actor?

Natsuki had to fight the strong urge in him to approach the customer to ask him if he was his soulmate, part of him was almost sure that that man over there was the partner meant for him, but a small part told him to wait until he was more than sure before asking.

Natsuki waited.

~~

The following day, Natsuki woke up an hour earlier than usual. He wasn’t sure why he was so eager to head to work that day. He hoped that the new face that came into the cafe yesterday wasn't a one off incident, and he wanted to see him again. Like every other morning, Natsuki checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror once he woke up.

And he had the biggest shock of his life.

His eyes were still blonde, the same shade as yesterday, but something was different. In his right eye, there was a bright pink stroke across his eye. He had heard about this before, such strokes can appear on a person’s eye if their soulmate happened to streak a certain section of their hair. 

Natsuki grew excited, this meant that it would be easier to spot his soulmate now.

~~

Natsuki walked into work wearing one of his brightest smiles even his coworkers hardly get to see. He hoped and prayed that the petit male he saw yesterday would show up today and confirm his suspicions on whether he was his soulmate or not

The bell at the cafe door rang, signaling someone had just walked in. Natsuki turned around, getting ready to greet the new customer, and he nearly dropped the cup he was holding. 

It was him. 

Natsuki managed to let out a smile as the male made his way towards the counter to place his order - a tall americano with double shots, the same as yesterday. From the corner of his eye, Natuski saw him engage in a friendly conversation with his coworker. He craned his neck, trying to see if there was any form of pink streaks in his hair, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find any. 

His heart sank. He was really hoping today was the day he could finally meet his soulmate, and he was really hoping it was that man too. Something about the way he carried himself and talked to the people around him made him very attractive 

The blonde male made his way to the same seat as yesterday - by the window. Natsuki saw how the sunlight fell onto his face, casting a warm glow on his face. Just like the previous day, he seemed to be engrossed in a script, an upcoming film perhaps? 

Then, everything changed within a split second, the male unconsciously ran his fingers through his hair, revealing a sight which took Natsuki’s breath away.

A streak of pink.

Natsuki’s jaw dropped, asking himself if he was just imagining things. But no, the male ran his fingers through his hair once more and Natuski saw the exact same streak of pink as before. He was more than certain now, that the man right there was his soulmate, the person meant for him.

Almost immediately, Natsuki made his way from behind the counter, shyly approaching the blonde male as he took a sip from his drink. 

“Excuse me...” he began, nearly stuttering over his words.

The smaller male looked up, and quickly broke into a smile. Natsuki’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hey there! You’re one of the staff here right? What can I help you with?”

Slowly, Natsuki pointed at his right eye. “I saw a streak of pink in my eye today and after seeing that pink streak in your hair…”

Natsuki took a deep breath before continuing.

“I believe you’re my soulmate.”

There was a long pause before the male spoke up.

“Amazing… I was convinced I would never get to meet my soulmate ever but here we are! My name’s Kurusu Syo, but calling me Syo is just fine.” 

“Shinomiya Natsuki. Natuski is fine.”

It was hard to contain all the excitement in Natsuki as he rattled on and on about how he was a strong believer in soulmates and how he would make it a daily routine to check his eye colour to see if there were changes. He initially was worried Syo would look at his behaviour as bizarre but instead Syo commended his dedication. 

Throughout his entire shift, Natsuki spent all the free time he had talking to Syo and getting to know about him more. They both realised that they shared the same love for music, and promised each other to go to a concert together one day.

“So… I’m shooting for my new movie next week, mind if I invite you to come see me on set?” Syo asked.

“That would be lovely.” Natsuki replied.

[spkyscry-a]

“WAIT HUH WHAT I DON’T HAVE ICONS REMADE HOLD ON WE CAN’T BE BACK!! SAYORI, YOU ALWAYS DO THIS-”

[myaekingheart]

116. The Protegee

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Get me out of here so I can breathe It's all become so clear What lies beneath your skin, it's thin You're never going to keep me down Get me out, just get me out of here - Get Me Out, No Resolve

               Rei chewed her lower lip as she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her gaze was focused, sharp, scared. She fixed her gauntlets to her forearms without breaking her gaze. She narrowed her eyes as if her own face was becoming foreign to her, as if there were parts of herself that she no longer recognized. A voice called from behind. “Big day today, huh?”

               Kakashi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a tender smile on his unmasked face. Rei’s tense expression faltered as she dropped her head. An airy, tired chuckle broke past her lips. “Unfortunately” she replied.

               “Are you nervous?” Kakashi asked. He strolled closer to take a seat on the edge of the tub. Rei shot him a questioning glare over her shoulder—the kind that said are you dumb? Of course I’m nervous. Chuckling, Kakashi replied, “You’ll do great. Everything is going to be fine.”

               “You say that” Rei said, slumping beside him, “as if I’m not a magnet for disaster.”

               “That’s okay” Kakashi assured her. “You’ll have Yugao there to negate the charge. One to attract”—here, he pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat beneath his palm—“and one to repel.” A satisfied grin touched his face, as if he was wildly proud of his little analogy.

               That was, perhaps, the one saving grace of this whole situation: Yugao. They had said nothing more to each other of their new roles but the change was strongly felt. It was present in the way they looked at each other, in the way Yugao would wave goodbye to her in the locker room at the end of the day and help her fix her vest when a strap came undone. They were a team now, there to support and unlift one another. One to attract, the other to repel. If anything was to go awry and Rei felt herself beginning to lose her nerve, Yugao would be there to catch her, to reassure her that there was always a way out. Or at least Rei hoped.

               Yugao did not strike her as the type to be cynical or coldhearted. Faced with this brand new challenge, however, she hoped her lieutenant would at the very least retain the confidence that Rei so sorely lacked. And within that confidence, hopefully Rei would feel far less doomed. As of right now, she didn’t have a ton of faith in all of this. She pressed a hand to her stomach and sucked in a deep breath, trying to swallow back the thoughts of what could have been.

               When Rei arrived at the administration building, Toshio by her side, Yugao was waiting in the hallway. Rei idled for a moment, cursing her own anxiety, before clearing her throat to attract her attention. Yugao met her gaze and even from behind her mask, Rei could tell that she was smiling. “It didn’t feel right to go in there without you, Captain” Yugao replied. Rei gave a single nod, suppressing nervous laughter. If she was going to make this work, she needed to wear a persona. She needed to appear cool, confident, collected. She needed to be tough and intimidating. She needed to be a captain.

               Without another word, the two women burst into the hokage office side by side. One to attract, one to repel. The new recruits were already lined up awaiting their arrival. There was no turning back now.

               “Sorry we’re a little late” Yugao apologized softly as she and Rei stood attention beside Tsunade’s desk. Toshio sat dutifully between them, sniffing the edge of Tsunade’s desk in hopes of finding a crumb of breakfast or a drop of tea.

               Tsunade shook her head. “No, you’re actually just in time.” Her eyes surveyed the batch of rookies standing before her and a sly smile twitched on her lips. “I was just giving your new recruits a rundown of the way things work around here.”

               Rei clenched her fists at her sides, digging her nails into her palms, as she secretly surveyed these young shinobi. Without their masks on, she could clearly see the hope in their eyes. It was the same brand of blind, naïve optimism she had when she first joined, as well. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, willing herself not to be sick. They had no idea what they were getting into. They were so unprepared. Ishoku seemingly had not broken them down enough and for a moment, Rei cursed the entire training division. At the same time, however, a sickening realization was taking root in the pit of her stomach. They were unprepared, but she could use that to her advantage. Destiny had ripped her away from her hopes, had shoved her down the wrong path and the same could be said of these four, as well. They weren’t meant to be here. Destiny had fucked up. If Rei was to have any hope of righting the future, then she would just have to take fate by the scrote and redirect it herself. These rookies would merely be a casualty in her pursuit of utopia. Quite frankly, she was perfectly fine with that.

               Yugao clasped her hands behind her back and chuckled under her breath. “Have you scared them off yet?” she asked Lady Tsunade.

               “Not quite” Tsunade replied. “I was saving that responsibility for their captain.”

               “Good” Rei said, voice low and hoarse. A snarky little laugh bubbled up from deep within her chest. “I’d hate to disappoint them.” She hadn’t expected to sound so sharp, insinuating that perhaps she did her killing before breakfast, but the effect was clear in the way the new recruits looked upon her now. Joke’s on them, Rei thought to herself, I didn’t even eat breakfast this morning.

               An inkling of pride bloomed in the back of Tsunade’s mind at Rei’s sudden haughtiness. As talented as she knew Rei was, that meant nothing in the stead of confidence and for leadership positions such as this, confidence was a hefty requirement. A captain needed to garner respect not just for one’s protegees but for the sake of the mission, as well. An anxious captain made for a much larger margin of error and in increasingly tense times such as these, there was no room for second-guessing. Tsunade was well aware of Rei’s issues in the past, of Naru’s death and the way Rei blamed herself. She knew placing Rei in situations with similar risk was dangerous but Rei was also a different person now. Stronger, smarter, and more outspoken. If nothing else, Tsunade had faith.

               Rising to her feet, the hokage looked to the new recruits with confidence, pride. “These will be your new team leaders” she announced. “Rei Natsuki, codename Aisuru, will be your new captain and Yugao Uzuki, codename Kasha, will be your lieutenant. Together, the six of you will make up Team Ku.”

               Team Ku. There was something so final about the sound of it. To think that they had a name, this ragtag group of strangers. They were a collective, a unit. Team Ku.

               Before Rei could make her harsh introduction, however, a tall girl with choppy blonde hair in pigtails cleared her throat. “Don’t you mean seven?” she asked. Tsunade blinked despondently, following the girl’s pointed finger to Toshio standing guard beside Rei. Toshio barked and wagged his tail in attendance.

               “Oh…right” Tsundde muttered. It was so rare that Toshio accompanied Rei on missions but she understood the logic. Toshio was a guard and a companion, not to mention a shinobi in his own right. His presence was likely on Kakashi’s suggestion. Of course Kakashi had faith in his fiancée’s abilities but that was not going to stop him from worrying. At least with Toshio by Rei’s side, Kakashi knew she would always be dutifully protected even in Kakashi’s absence. Especially in Kakashi’s absence. After all, that was the purpose that the copy ninja had thrust upon himself so many years before: to keep Rei safe at all costs. If that meant extending the responsibilities to Toshio, as well, then so be it. The dog had already avowed to do the same, anyway.

               “What’s with the mutt?” another new recruit, a towering bald man, asked. Meanwhile, a scrawny brunette boy with glasses sneezed into the crook of his elbow, eyes watering.

               “His name is Toshio, and he’s my ninken” Rei snapped. “He’s just as much of a ninja as you all are, if not more, so I expect you to show him respect.”

               “Great!” the blonde exclaimed in frustrated disbelief. “Now we’re being compared to a fucking dog.” Taking great offense, Toshio’s upper lip curled and a monstrous growl vibrated from deep within his chest.

               Rei rested a tender hand on his shoulder to soothe him, muttering with a slight smile, “Calm down, Toshio. You can sic them after they show us what they’re made of.”

               Rolling her eyes, the blonde mumbled a frustrated “Absolutely ridiculous” before Tsunade called order with a sharp glare and slam of her fist upon the desk.

               “Do we have a problem?” Tsunade asked through gritted teeth. The wood began to crack beneath her fist. Legend of Tsunade Senju’s strength was not lost on these new recruits and, sensing imminent danger, they quickly backed off. “That’s what I thought” Tsunade hummed, settling back into her chair.

               “Well!” Yugao exclaimed cheerily, attempting to break the tension. “Seeing as we’re all going to be spending a lot of time together, why don’t we all introduce ourselves?” The new recruits looked to one another suspiciously, unanimous flashbacks of the first day of school running surely running through their minds. Memories of cold sweats and fun facts and underhanded sneers. “You already know Rei and myself” Yugao continued. Toshio barked in interruption, if not wanting to be forgotten. Yugao cleared her throat, adding under her breath, “And Toshio….” Pleased with the recognition, Toshio craned his head around so as to lap at Yugao’s fingers happily. She swatted him away, not unkindly, in an effort to maintain composure. “But we don’t know anything about you and I think we ought to so by all means, please!” She motioned for them to commence with all the encouragement of a kindergarten teacher. Rei stifled laughter—she never expected Yugao to be so upbeat and accommodating. Kakashi’s words from that morning echoed in her ears: You’ll have Yugao to negate the charge. God, was he right. He must have known from conducting missions alongside her during his own time in the ANBU.

               The first to step forward was none other than the outspoken blonde girl. Rei studied her features intently, already getting a rather clear image of the type of person she must be before she even opened her mouth. “Arai Kawakubo” she introduced, “But for codename, let’s go with Dokyou.” There was a certain arrogance to her, an unrefined quality that truly fit her name. She was tall, nearly as tall as her bald comrade, with a build suggesting her discipline in training: broad shoulders, flat bust, muscular arms and legs. Her skin was tan and toned, eyes calm but sharp like aw amethyst. Her face reflected her coarse nature by way of pronounced cheekbones, a squared jaw, and an aquiline nose. Rei could already tell that out of all of them, Arai was going to be the catalyst for the most problems.

               Beside her stood the skittish brunette, sniffling as he wiped his nose wih the back of his hand. Rei wondered whether he was a member of that clan with the snot jutsu, the one she always saw the Third Hokage’s grandson hanging around with. “I-I’m Hitsuji Akado” he announced. “For my codename, I’ll go b-by…by….” He gasped for breath as his watery eyes squinted, preparing for another sneeze. His achoo mixed with his preferred name, however, causing Rei to cock her brow in confusion.

               “Sorry, what was that?” she asked.

               Smiling sheepishly, Hitsuji replied, “Sorry about that. It’s Chishiki.”

               “That should be easy enough to remember” Yugao jested, elbowing Rei comically in the arm.

               Deep down, Rei wondered how old this boy must be. He loked like he could be no older than fifteen or sixteen with big eyes and a baby face. There was no way someone like him would ever last in the ANBU. “By the way, are you sick or something?” Rei asked as HItsuji’s nose began to drip with snot. He panicked a moment, searching the room for a box of tissues, before Arai unenthusiastically whipped an embroidered hanky from her back pouch and shoved it in his face. Hitsuji took it gratefully, blowing into it like a foghorn. When he went to hand it back to Arai, she winced and raised a hand, shaking her head as it to tell him to keep it.

               “No” Hitsuji sniffled in response to Rei’s inquiry. “I just have a dog allergy.”

               Toshio narrowed his eyes, offended. So far, these new recruits werne’t winning his approval. They could all do so much better. If only they knew they were being judged so harshly by a dog.

               The next recruit to step up to the plate was a rather jaunty blonde boy. “Hello, beautiful!” he exclaimed, taking Rei’s hand in his for a princely kiss. “I am Sukui Yukio, your knight in shining armor! But please, call me Kishi!”

               Disgust crossed Rei’s masked face as she gingerly took her hand back and wiped it on her pants. “The pleasure is all mine” she muttered sarcastically. This boy had to be roughly seven years younger than her and, truthfully, seemed far too optimistic and charming to ever have been accepted into the black ops in the first place. Rei glanced to Lady Tsunade and wondered how desperate she had become. Or if she had set them up to fail from the beginning.

               “You know” Sukui said, striking a flirtatious pose, “Some people say I bear a striking resemblance to the sexy actor Keihaku Goman from the Icha Icha films! I’m always so flattered but really, how could I ever compare?”

               “You don’t” Arai interrupted. Sukui glared back at her, offended, before the bald man pushed him aside.

               “Alright, let’s get this over with” he rasped. Sukui stumbled, narrowing his eyes in displeasure. “The name’s Kikkake, I’ll go by Janome, great to meet you. Okay, let’s leave.” His voice was so monotonous, so dull, with a demeanor to match. Out of everyone, he was likely the most prepared for a position such as this. He was clearly older than the others with an age far closer to Rei’s or even Sekkachi’s. The optimistic youths had clearly left him weary and jaded. You and me both, Rei thought to herself. At least there was one person she was beginning to like.

               Arai snickered from behind and Kikkake whipped around to glare at her. There was a fire in his eyes but Arai seemed completely unphased. “Are you sure a more appropriate codename wouldn’t be Cueball?” she asked, stifling laughter. Kikkake’s hand immediately flew to his bald head, a flicker of self-consciousness quickly making way for fury.

               “No, I don’t” he snapped.

               Clearly Arai, however, was not prepared or willing to quit. Shrugging, she replied casually, “Well, sorry, I just thought codenames were supposed to be easily identifiable an Cueball just seems to fit.”

               Kikkake clenched his fists at his side, his temper flaring. “Keep it up and I’ll cue you” he growled through gritted teeth.

               Before they could start an all-out brawl in the hokage’s office, a kunai flew straight between them, sticking in the wall and leaving a monstrous crack. Rei strode forward and shoved the two of them away from each other. “If you both don’t shut the fuck up right now, your necks will be the next thing that kunai hits” Rei sneered, voice low and dangerous. After a moment of silence, Arai burst out laughing. Rei wasn’t a threat in the slightest to her. How could she be? Displeased with her disobedience, Rei whipped another kunai out of her holster and within five seconds, had pinned Arai against the wall with the blade to her neck. “Don’t test me.”

               Arai calmly rose her hands in surrender and smirked. “You’ve got it, boss.” Rei certainly did not appreciate the sarcasm, but she knew her limitations, at least right in front of Tsunade. She slowly released her grip on the girl, who readjusted her pigtails as she sauntered over to the others.

               Turning around, Rei glared at the new recruits and added darkly, “That goes for all of you. Step out of line even once and you’re Toshio’s next meal, guaranteed.” The dog barked in agreement and in that moment, Rei had never been more grateful for her ninken’s support.

               Yugao blinked as she surveyed their new protegees’ faces, unsure what to make of Rei’s leadership skills. Tsunade glanced toward her and it was clear that even behind her mask, all the color had drained from her face. “It seems like you both have your work cut out for you” the hokage murmured.

               Sighing despondenly, Yugao ran a hand through her dark hair and replied, “Unfortunately.” She was beginning to question how capable she truly was in a position such as this. Rei was so crude, so harsh, so different from the way Yugao conducted herself. She had never expected Rei to hold quite so much darkness in her heart but then again, that was likely how she had made captain in the first place.

               Rei tried to remain composed as she returned to her spot beside Yugao, but deep down she was spiraling. She should’ve known that sinking feeling in her gut that morning meant something. If only she had just gotten her period.

               Truly, what had she gotten herself into? This was undoubtedly a recipe for disaster. She watched the four of them bicker and complain as they departed the hokage office together. The day was still so young and yet the introductions alone had already depleted her social meter to near empty. She squinted up at the sun and braced herself for the mind-numbing orientation they would all have to sit through for the rest of the day. Five hours wasn’t that bad, anyway…right?

               As much as she wished she could just sleep through the whole thing, Rei knew this orientation concerned her, too. She pulled a small notepad from her back pouch and idly jotted down some notes—it was the least she could do to remain conscious. Every so often, she’d look up to survey her new protegees sitting at the table in front of her. Kikkake listened intently, arms crossed and eyes focused. It warmed Rei’s heart to know he was taking this seriously. Hitsuji was dutifully taking notes, as well, complaining softly under his breath with every sneeze that Toshio’s presence triggered. Every so often, Toshio would crawl forward to begin licking at the boy’s elbow just to spite him. Hitsuji would gasp and shoo him away every time, his eyes tearing up as he suppressed yet another sneeze. Beside him, Sukui twirled a lock of short blonde hair around his finger as he stared off into space. He was likely dreaming of some romantic escapade a la Icha Icha Paradise. Rei’s stomach flipped at the thought. He really did resemble Keihaku Goman and that was likely where at least half of her hatred for this boy stemmed. As for Arai, she leaned back in her chair with feet propped up on the table, the personification of apathy. If everything was such a chore for her, then why was she even here to begin with? Rei couldn’t comprehend it. Huffing her long bangs out of her face, Rei hoped that these recruits would at least retain something from his longwinded lecture. Or at the very least realize that none of them are fit for this after all and back out altogether. Either would suffice.

               By sundown, Rei was completely drained. She undressed in the locker room silently, her mind wandering elsewhere. It felt so weird to be here now, as a captain. She glanced to her comrades, to Mikazuki and the others whose name she had forgotten who she had worked alongside before. She di’n't feel like one of them anymore. She was above them now, an outsider. Rei raked her bangs back out of her face, caught her reflection in the small mirror affixed to the inside of her locker door. For a moment, she idled there surveying the roundness of her face and the curves of her body. Her hand skated to her stomach and her breath hitched in her throat. I need to get out of this. Get me out of here…please. A tinge of despair struck her chest. She swallowed it down hard. There was no time to sulk or second-guess.

               “So what do you think so far?” a voice asked from behind. Snapped from her daze, Rei stumbled as she turned to face Yugao. There was a sly smile on her face as she tugged her undershirt up over her head, revealing her toned abs and delicate breasts.

               “They’re alright” Rei said bluntly. She shoved her vest into her locker, scrunching it up to make it fit. “I give them two weeks, tops.”

               “Your skepticism is very refreshing” Yugao commented and for a moment, Rei was unsure whether she was being sarcastic or genuine. “You have to admit, though, they have some potential.”

               “Yeah…” Rei muttered. That was a dangerous word: potential. No, they were not allowed to have potential. They were not allowed to have any positive attributes whatsoever. Any promise in them was a threat to Rei’s true purpose, her villainous plan. She slammed her locker door shut, sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

               “Well, tomorrow will give them the perfect opportunity” Yugao nodded. A shiver ran down Rei’s spine, horror and hope intertwined. Come morning, they would all traverse to the 44th Training Ground for a final exam of sorts. Their last chance to prove now to their captain and lieutenant that they were truly meant to be here. The moment that could make or break their career. Rei toyed with the drawstring on her uniform pants and tried to steady her breathing. She would not let herself think about the repercussions this would all have on their lives if she chose to fail them. She would not let herself humanize these brats in her mind. She needed to keep herself cold and distant, to practice restraint. This was all or nothing. Ready or not, the fork in the road was rapidly approaching. She had to make her choice.

               Forty-five minutes. Since Rei returned home, she had gone a total of forty-five whole minutes without speaking. Kakashi watched her quizzically from behind his book: watched as she shifted restlessly in her seat, brushed her bangs back out of her face, read a few paragraphs of her own book, sighed and then shifted again. “Rough day?” Kakashi finally asked.

               Rei glanced up at him for only a moment. She didn’t want to tal about it. She didn’t even want to think about it. It took every ounce of her mental energy to focus instead on the words on the page, the images they evoked, the syllables of which they consisted. She tightened her grip on the book. “Just tired” she muttered.

               It was clear to Kakashi, however, that there was far more to this than just exhaustion. Setting Icha Icha Violence down, he scooted nearer to give her his undivided attention. “Did something happen today?” he asked. “How were the new recruits?”

               Rei kept her eyes locked hard on her book, attempting to ignore his inquiries, but she couldn’t bring herself to keep up the charade. She knew he deserved an explanation, even if she didn’t want to trudge through all of the complicated thoughts swirling around her head. It was too much. There was no way she could ever possibly organize it all into something even remotely coherent. “Problematic” she finally said bluntly. “They are very problematic.”

               “Oh?” Kakashi asked, cocking a brow. “How so?”

               Rei released a sharp exhale through her nose. She narrowed her mossy eyes, concentrating very hard on a single word in the text as if that was the key to ending this conversation altogether. Kakashi was unfortunately not going to let her slide that easily. Something was troubling her and he needed to know what. With index finger extended, he reached out and tilted her book downward so as to better view her face. She was utterly defeated. She couldn’t ignore him anymore. She slowly lifted her gaze to look at him and in her eyes, he saw exhaustion, uncertainty, fear.

               “Now why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” he asked.

               There was no avoiding it further. With a pathetic groan, Rei buried her face in her hands. “Oh god, Kakashi, it’s so bad” she complained. “I can’t do this. I never should’ve agreed to do this. These kids are…absolutely terrible.”

               “How so?” he asked. “What did they do? Stick a frog in your locker? Ice down your back?”

               Rei stared at him blankly, unamused. “You think you’re really funny, don’t you, Kakashi?” she asked.

               Kakashi shrugged. “I try” he jested.

               Rei shook her head and sighed, resting her chin on her drawn-up knees. “I just don’t think I have what it takes for this” she explained. “There’s only one who I think has some real potential, and I’d hate to ruin it for him, but everyone else…my god, I don’t think I can go through with this. They’re not cut out for this.” And I’m not, either, she thought to herself.

               “Well, they had to have shown some potential to get to this point in the first place” Kakashi mused.

               There was that word again: potential. Why did there always have to be potential? Groaning, Rei threw her head back against the arm of the couch. Her legs extended out across Kakashi’s lap. Toshio sauntered forward to lick at her feet but Rei barely even noticed. “I hate that word so much” she whispered. “There’s not an ounce of potential in any of this.”

               Kakashi sighed. She reminded him so much of when he was first assigned Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke. He had so little faith in them. Besides, what made them any different than any other team of spoiled brats he had been assigned? He fully intended to fail them right from the getgo but then…something changed. There was something strange and new about these kids. He had, for the first time, faith. Kakashi reached out and rested a tender hand on Rei’s stomach. Her entire body electrified, sending blaring signal flares throughout her brain. Reminders of what she was hoping to accomplish here. She couldn’t take it. “Maybe you’re just not giving them enough credit” he offered.

               “I’m giving them plenty credit, Kakashi” Rei snapped, flicking his hand away. Dejected, he drew his victim hand up to his chest, his gaze softening. “But I’m only going to give credit where credit is due” Rei continued. “I’m not going to sugarcoat things for them and make them feel like they can do this if they can’t. They have no fucking clue what they’re up against.”

               “Neither did you when you first started” Kakashi sharply reminded her. A kunai to the chest, sharp and stinging. The last straw. Rising from her seat, Rei tossed her book on the table and approached the kitchen. She stood over the sink and let the water run until it was scaldng hot. Steam rose up to warm her cheeks. Kakashi watched her intently from the couch, unsure of what she was planning. “You can’t get mad at me for the truth, you know” he called after her. She said nothing. For a long moment, aside from the sound of rushing water, they stood in utter silence. Then, heaving a sigh, Kakashi rose to his feet to follow her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. She felt his embrace warm and certain around her lower stomach and it took all of her strength not to cry out. “Give them a chance, Rei” he pleaded. “You might be surprised with what they’re capable of.”

               Rei dropped her head, rested a hand atop Kakashi’s against her stomach. “Do you really think so, though?” she asked. “I don’t want to waste my time. I don’t want to put these kids at risk of…of something bad happening just because they’re not prepared for this. Or because…I’m not prepared.”

               “Do you think taking this on was a mistake?” Kakashi asked. She wasn’t sure she knew how to answer. Her heart beat faster and faster in her chest as she tried to think of a proper response.

               “This just…wasn’t the way things were supposed to go” she finally whispered, voice strained.

               Kakashi rubbed her lower stomach, tightening his embrace. “I know” he whispered. “But it’s the way things are. This is the path we’ve taken now. We can’t go back.”

               “How do you know?” Rei asked. A sick sense of hope was bubbling up her throat now. “Maybe we can try again and…and this time we’ll be successful. I can get out of this, and we can make things right. Do things the way it was supposed to be. Have our little family.”

               “Rei…” Kakashi sighed. She could hear the disappointment, the regret, dripping in his voice. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, hot breath against her skin. “You’ve made a commitment to these kids now. You’re responsible for their futures. You can’t give up on them.”

               “There will be other captains…” Rei whispered, though deep down even she knew that was wrong. “I just don’t know how to do this, Kakashi. I’m not prepared. And they’re so…needy. And dumb. They’re not cut out for this. They can’t do this.”

               Kakashi nuzzled her cheek, kissed her jaw tenderly. “I said the same thing about you, and look at you now” he reminded her. She hated when he did this. Mainly because he was always right. “If change is what you want to see, Rei, then you have to initiate it. You’re the captain, remember? You’re the one guiding them. Their success in this relies completely on you. Rei…you’re not powerless.”

               As reassuring as his words were, his reminder was not entirely comforting. With great power there was always great responsibility. She was in charge. Everything relied on her. She held these kids’ futures in the palm of her hand and, much like a flower, she could either nurture them or destroy them. She knew what the right decision, the moral decision, was but…why did it have to be her responsibility? Why was she required to decide their fates when she wasn’t even given the chance to decide her own? Rei swallowed hard and tightened her grip on Kakashi’s hand. At the end of the day, the only one who could change the course of fate was her. She was responsibility for guiding the destinies of herself and now everyone else who was involved in this twisted little clusterfuck. All of this rested solely on her shoulders. If only the weight of that responsibility was easier to swallow.

[frankencanon]

im working on an au... :)

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BNHA - Re:Zero "Return by Death AU"

Bakugou Katsuki has a second quirk he doesn't tell people about; Officially, it is known as "Precognition" (unofficially, it is known by his family members as "Return by Death").

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Right before Bakugou's grandmother died, she finally told his father the truth about their quirk, "Precognition"—and how it's real name was "Return by Death."

She told him everything. And she told him what to do if he ever found himself caught in a Loop with no way out.

She gave him a list of all the people she could find currently alive with Quirks that could cancel out other Quirks.

A few hours later, in the presence of someone with a Quirk that negated the Quirks of all those within a three meter radius, she died.

She didn't Return.

Coroner's report ruled it as poisoning.

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One day in class there was a Speaker. That Speaker was there to demonstrate his Quirk and the other ways non-offensive Quirks could be used to combat crime.

He asked if anyone in the room had received more than one quirk from their parents, and without waiting for an answer proclaimed that, "ah, there are two of you, wonderful!"

And then he asked them to stand up.

Todoroki, of course, was the first to stand, if a bit reluctantly.

There was a bit of an awkward pause as they waited for someone else to stand. The Speaker got confused. The class asked if maybe they didn't know they got both Quirks? But no, the Speaker clarified, his Quirk doesn't work that way; he only knows what they know.

So, he wondered as he stared straight at Bakugou, why aren't you standing up.

The class watched as Bakugou looked in shock, frozen, before he grit his teeth and stubbornly stood.

Alright...the Speaker looked to Todoroki, if you could tell us a bit about your Quirks?

Todoroki (reluctantly) explained that he got his flames from his father and his ice from his mother, before sitting down again.

The Speaker then turned to Bakugou, who glared.

He stubbornly (while glaring) explained his Explosion Quirk and which parts he got from each parent resulting in his combined Quirk.

But then the Speaker asked about his other Quirk, and. If looks could kill.

Bakugou bit out Precognition, and that he got it from his father (?) who had inherited an extremely weakened version of it from his grandmother.

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speaker remembers his father who only used it once (only in Dire Circumstances) that he prevented a major bombing (his Death) and how his grandmother was actually famous for her Precognition but how she would never explain in detail how it worked, and how another Quirk user who could detect truths and lies discovered that it likely had another name when he heard her confirm her Quirk as Precognition and yet he could feel the deceit

but he doesn't push Bakugou beyond mentioning it and he leaves without incident

Bakugou brushes off any attempts to speak about it point-blank until people eventually just stop bothering

then some time later, the morning of the trip to usj everything is going as normal until Bakugou suddenly drops his pen, adopts a look of horror, and throws himself out of his desk to vomit on the floor

the rest of the class and Aizawa are understandably shocked.

he then chokes out, his throat sounding raw, to cancel the trip to usj.

and while all the other students are like "whaaa? usj?????" Aizawa knows and so. he's, hm.

this isn't normal behavior for Bakugou, and he hasn't forgotten about the kid's other Quirk…

but Bakugou just keeps repeating the same thing, and when Aizawa presses he finally goes into detail about how villains attacked the usj and they were looking for all might but he wasn't there he was late and they had a villain with a warp quirk and to go for his neck it's solid and they separated them as soon as possible and and there were so many villains and communication was cut off and they sent iida to get help but he doesn't know if he ever made it and Aizawa's skull was crushed and and and

everyone is. hm.

Aizawa grabs Bakugou's arm and drags him out of the classroom to go inform Nedzu about this and and and

later the class sees the news that all of the villains were arrested (the heroes set up an ambush) and.

people with the police or whatever (all might's friend and the cat, maybe?) (Aizawa and all might were already there along with his entire class) had come to talk to Bakugou about the validity of his prediction wanting to know how much detail there was in the prediction and Bakugou was frustrated (and traumatized, but he was pretending he wasn't) and so he just told them he remembered it as well as if it had happened and. well that was a little too close to the truth and he would come to regret that…

they ask him to clarify how it was from his point of view and so he clarified. he clarified that it was like he woke up and went to school and he went on the trip and there were villains and they got seperated and Aizawa got—and then he died and the second that everything cut out, that everything went black, he blinked and he was back in his seat in the classroom several hours earlier and Aizawa was talking about something he doesn't remember and

deku is smart. he's really smart and sometimes Bakugou wishes he wasn't.

so it's almost like time-travel from kacchan's point of view, he mumbles.

and Bakugou freezes before he screeches SHUT UP. and he's panicked, now, everyone can see it, he's frantic, and. Aizawa catches on.

Bakugou Katsuki, he says. what exactly is your Quirk called.

Bakugou flinches, but Aizawa doesn't let up. all might fidgets.

"Return by Death," he grits out.

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blah blah blah i thought this all up in the shower and there was more but im tired of this for now and the mirror's clear.

ja ne~

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p.s. did you know subaru's surname is natsuki?? natsuki katsuki natsuki katsuki natsuki katsuki.......katsuki subaru and bakugō natsuki.......jgnfnfk

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Hikaru//’s Free Writing Vol.#1 English Translation

『I went to the UTA☆PURI exhibition♪』

〜Hikaru//'s Free Writing Vol.#1 〜 

Hello, I am Hikaru//. My everyday job is to sing as an artist under the name of my solo-project『H-el-ical//』. However, for this occasion I will be writing a column.

I hope that all of you will be enjoying my column whether you are a long-time fan or a newcomer. My first edition is gonna be a “report”! I'm really excited since it is my first time writing a report in a column like this, I will do my best so it’s fun for all of us. For this report I visited the exhibition  『Uta no☆ Prince-sama♪「Another World 〜WHITE & BLACK〜」』 which is currently held at Tokyo Dome City Gallery AaMo.

『Uta no☆Prince-sama♪』 is a popular franchise that started out as a game and has since been adapted as manga, TV anime and theatrical anime. You are playing an aspiring composer who enters a prestigious performing arts school made up of students who are either vying to become an idol or a music producer. For your project you must team up with another student as an idol-producer team, and if you are successful, you will be able to join their agency after graduation.

I have played the mobile game and watched the anime. The day before going to the exhibition I also watched the BD of the theatrical release 『Uta no☆Prince-sama♪ Maji LOVE Kingdom』.

As soon as you enter the venue, this main visual can be found on the right side. You immediately get excited!

Despite knowing that the main cast will change between WHITE SIDE (first half) and BLACK SIDE (second half), it is still special to have all idols together on this visual...!

One cannot help but stare at the image, you really want to take your time and enjoy it but remaining too long in the entrance area will irritate the people entering behind you so let’s continue ahead! 

In this fantastic crystal passage, there are photos and profiles of each idol. Passing through this space you will gradually be entering Another World that is awaiting you. The anticipation will have you super excited ♪

Finally enter Another World!

I'm thrilled to visit an exhibition that showcases the worldviews and stories of new songs and allows us to experience what it is like to be in the dressing rooms or on the stage side.

Dive into this new world while listening to the words of your idols!

There are displays left and right. I have no idea where to start ... I think I will start with my bias. So let’s go with the right side first. *laughs*

In this world all kinds of items related to the WHITE SIDE idols are on display. You can get a glimpse of the idol's personality and daily life, your knowledge of your favourite idols will surely expand.

Of course I will also check out the left side.

Here you will find an art board filled with lots of text. Looking at all the words will make you think "Oh, this is a popular dialogue", "Oh, these words touch my heart"! You will inevitably start imagining your favourite idols saying these words.

There is an amazing photo spot in the back! I was a little adventurous and tried dressing up as one of the idols but I guess it’s better to just take a picture dressed as a normal fan *laughs*

Right next to the spot is a miniature world ...Ah, I should have brought one of my plushies with me! ... I missed a great opportunity but it’s not too late for you. So everyone, be sure to bring your own plushies when you come here!!

We continue to the backstage area. First, the waiting room. There are lots of items that the idols would usually use in front of their mirrors, you can see notes and such, it almost seems like they were there just a minute ago.

Then we continue to the stage sleeve. There is a great arrangement of t-shirts for each idol ... ahh, this looks amazing!! I was mesmerised by the arrangement and couldn’t stop looking.

Then!! Their stage drinks!! Water! Someone has actually been drinking from them!  *faints* Masato, Ai, and Len took a few sips ... ahh...I can’t take it!! Thank you so much for this!!

Turning to the other side and continuing ahead I discover interviews with the BLACK SIDE idols!  Awesome! Such an awesome display! Be sure to check every detail without missing a single word!

Well, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the main event of the day: time to enjoy the video for the new song “WHITE GRAVITY” projected on a big screen. While listening to "WHITE GRAVITY" you can watch your idols in full size on the large screen and enjoy them to the fullest.

Finally, let’s head to the merch corner.

They have a system where you write everything you want on a sheet of paper. I am having a hard time deciding what to buy *laughs* Samples are also displayed before the checkout area! Think about what you want to get as long as necessary, just take your time, let’s all buy the things we love!!  To show our gratitude for the franchise!

We have walked through the entire exhibtion. BUT! We have not reached the end of this report yet!

Apparenty every restaurant in Tokyo Dome City has collaboration menus inspired by the idols. So of course I HAD to check them out...That day I decided to go to MLB cafe TOKYO.

I ordered Natsuki's recommended "Shinomiya Farm Collaboration Pizza" and Cecil's recommended "Agna Palace Soup". The green cream soup is perfectly seasoned and delicious with a bit of bread. The Cream cheese x maple dessert pizza has a magical taste that combines sourness, saltiness and sweetness. When you order a collaboration menu, you will get one sticker for each item!

Satisfied after enjoying fun and delicious collaboration menus, my visit to the exhibition  『Uta no☆Prince-sama♪「Another World 〜WHITE & BLACK〜」WHITE SIDE』is finally coming to an end. While my main goal was to get material for my report, I tremendously enjoyed this exhibition *laughs*

There is a lot of attention to detail, you really learn to understand why people love Uta ☆ Puri (Uta no Prince Sama ♪) so much! Of course fans will have a blast visiting this exhibition but I think people who are not too familiar with the work can also have a great time. That’s why I thought, “why not whet your appetite with this report?”

And since WHITE SIDE was so good, I am now super curious about BLACK SIDE with a different cast...! I wanna go. I wonder what the next column will be about…?

I don't know yet, but I'd like to talk about it freely just as the title of my column suggests.

Last but not least, here is a random picture... of words that resonated with me.

Well, until next time!

[incorrectdokidokiquotes]

MC: *wearing a mummy costume* Oh, I invited two friends from to the Halloween costume party.

Sayori: *wearing a bedsheet ghost costume* The more the merrier.

Yuri: *dressed as Alucard* Do we know them?

Monika: MC, if either of them are that NPC from Danganronpa, I swear to you that I will shut off your text box again…

*The door gently opens*

MC: You girls already know Ayano. This is Joker. He’s from Persona 5. His game’s weird… He’s dressed up as his Persona thing, Arsene.

Monika: *wearing an Akademi uniform and Ayano’s hairstyle, staring at Ayano*

Ayano: *wearing the DDLC uniform with Monika’s hairstyle, staring at Monika*

Natsuki: *wearing a Dracula costume* It must be like looking in a mirror for you two…

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FEATURE: Ordinary People in Extraordinary Worlds, Celebrating the Characters of Mamoru Hosoda

Image via AnimeLab

  Kurosawa’s screen wipe. The Kubrick stare. Characters talking to the mirror in Scorsese films. Every great filmmaker has their signature — a technique or motif that becomes a recurring feature of their films. Sometimes this signature is so strong and recognizable that you can instantly tell whose film it is even if you went in uninformed.

  On this day, with the birthday of my all-time favorite anime director Mamoru Hosoda giving us reason to celebrate, I start to wonder what his signature is. There is a certain quality to Hosoda’s films that makes them so distinctive. What is it that tells me I'm watching a Hosoda film? Is it the dialogue-free sequences set to classical music that convey so much with not a word spoken? Or is it the ending montage set to a soulful ballad? These are all, undoubtedly, part of the Hosoda signature.

  But on this particular day, I’m thinking a lot about the people that populate his films. Hayao Miyazaki revels in portraying the wide-eyed wonder of children. Makoto Shinkai is especially skilled at bringing out the angst and awkwardness of teenagers. But Hosoda’s characters have no such identifying features. They span all age groups, from 4-year-olds to single moms, and come from all walks of life. They don’t truly stand out in any way. They’re just ordinary people.

  Or are they? Hana is mother to a pair of werewolves. Makoto can go back in time. Kenji is at the center of an international hacking conspiracy. And so on. It is safe to say that these are situations that none of us have experienced. It’s not every day that a satellite hurtles toward your home. Time travel, virtual worlds, beast people — Hosoda seems to paint all his films with a touch of the fantastical.

  Image via Madman Entertainment

  And yet, if you asked me to describe Hosoda’s work with a single word, the word I’d choose would be "realist." In interviews, Hosoda has spoken about how each of his films was inspired by personal events: Summer Wars by his marriage, Wolf Children by his mother’s death, The Boy and the Beast by his becoming a father, Mirai by the birth of his second child. That personal touch really shows. There is a very grounded aspect to all of his films. And nowhere does that groundedness show itself more than through his characters, the ordinary people I just mentioned.

  My first taste of the Hosoda experience was very appropriately with his standalone debut, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, in which a schoolgirl suddenly acquires the power to “leap” through time. From the first few minutes, I was thoroughly engaged. And not because of the premise — time travel is a rather well-worn concept in fiction, after all. No, it was something else. On a recent rewatch, I realized what it was, that quality of the film that gave it such charm. We are accustomed to time travel stories having a generally grim tone like Edge of Tomorrow or 12 Monkeys. Not the case here. The first thing Makoto does is retake an exam. She repeatedly visits a karaoke bar, to extend her time there. She avoids an awkward confession. I was laughing, yes, but I was also pointing at the screen and saying “that’s me!” That’s totally what I’d do given such powers: do silly things with it. It’s a very normal, ordinary thing to do. And it works because Makoto is an ordinary person.

  Image via Funimation

  Summer Wars is the story of a shy tech wizard whose summer holidays take a turn for the bizarre after visiting his crush’s family estate, thanks to the hacking of an online virtual world. Compared to the simplicity of the earlier film, this sounds outlandishly over-the-top, right? But for me, it was even more relatable. It was like the perfect coming-together of two worlds I belong to in real life. I currently live in a massive metropolis, famed for being the sleepless tech capital of the nation. But my mother comes from a smaller, slower town further to the north. We often visit our relatives there — a fun bunch, not unlike Natsuki’s nutty extended family. My urban sophistication may clash with the country humor at times, but never have I felt like I didn’t belong there. I felt all of this come rushing back as I watched Kenji (the aforementioned shy boy) slowly become yet another member of Natsuki’s family. It felt so natural, so real. Despite the madness of the events happening around them, the characters all felt very human and relatable. Very ordinary.

  But what would this article be if I didn’t talk about Wolf Children — my all-time favorite movie, anime or otherwise? Never would I have expected that a film about werewolves would go on to become the finest I’d ever watched. Every rewatch ends with me in tears. And ultimately what makes me connect with this movie so much is the very ordinary-ness I’ve been speaking of all along. Half-wolf these children may be, but I’d be lying if I said they weren’t the most accurate children I’ve ever seen in film. There is a tendency in media to portray children as adorably flawless. This fits into our ideals of what children should be, or what we want them to be. But children are wild free spirits, who care not for what we dusty old adults think of them. And so it is with these wolf children. They are hungry little gremlins who spill food, puke on the carpet, break things, and even chew books (voracious readers, it must be said). As they grow up, they have problems and conflicts as messy and complicated as those of any adult. In short, the film treats kids with the respect they deserve. Neither are they perfect little angels nor are they mere annoyances. They’re just people like you or me. Ordinary people. 

  Image via GKIDS

  Ordinary people caught up in extraordinary situations’ is probably the best way to describe Hosoda’s films. More than anything else, it’s his signature. And it’s a theme that works ever so well. From commenting on ideological clashes to delivering relatable human drama, Hosoda’s films have it all. And it’s all thanks to these ordinary people at the center of his stories.

  Happy birthday to you, sir.

  Who is your favorite Mamoru Hosoda character? Let us know in the comments!

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