#chibahaya week

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Chibahaya Week 2018 Day 7: AU

Yes, it's been a few days :)

BEAT SABER

Written by      Kirara Hazama Directed by    Kouki Mimura Starring          Ryuunosuke Chiba                        Rinka Hayami                        Rio Nakamura                        Sousuke Sugaya                        Koro-sensei

Beat Saber is a virtual reality rhythm game in which the player slashes blocks representing musical beats with a pair of energy blades resembling lightsabers.

Sypnosis

Ryuunosuke Chiba, a renowned Beat Saber player for his natural good rhythm  and fast reflexes under the username '竜', gathers the attention of eveyone in the arcade when he finished the hardest song with a near-full combo of 958/960. As he was about to leave, a peach-haired girl around his age picked up the VR set and played the exact same song.

He watched in mild interest as the girl gracefully slashed every block and ducked every wall with ease as if she were dancing. But soon his eyes widened in shock when he saw the score after the girl finished.

‘Queen'

960/960 combo

712,039 points

Oh it's on.

Just think of this as a movie that Mimura directed and had them star in it.

[naddy-and-stuff]

Day 6: Dance

No matter how much she had practiced, dance performances always made Hayami uneasy. It was quite unlike the pressure of having to absolutely hit her target, but it was still there. She sighed, staring at her reflection in the mirror backstage. Determined to get over her social awkwardness, Hayami enrolled in jazz dance lessons. Her schedule was now unbearably filled, but the studio was close to the high school Chiba went to so they could meet up three times a week. Her dress was form-fitting and shiny; the kind of dress that Bitch-sensei would wear, with its neckline and the thigh-high slit. Her hair was curled by her mother and placed delicately over her shoulder; a hairpin wrought in the shape of a rose and embelished with maroon gems came from her father and was right behind the shell of her ear. Hayami knew she was prepared; her weapons were in optimal shape, she had mentally run the scenarios over and over - making sure she did not overlook anything and, as per Koro-sensei's instruction and her second blade was at the ready. When she was called to perform on stage along with three other students like her, she glanced at herself in the mirror once more. "This too, is an assassination." The stage lights were blindingly bright and the auditorium was enormous, filled with critics, her instructors and countless spectators. She was introduced along with the other two, but her eyes were scanning the crowd for her second blade. A second blade was a spare, a back-up plan; something to count on when all the preparation ended. She wondered if she could even call Chiba, who sat two rows behind the front, a second blade when he actually made her even nervous. He was clapping along with the rest of the audience and Hayami felt her lips twitch to a smile. "This too, is an assassination."

[clownao]

... You guys are making me lowkey want to organize an assclass f/f ship event or something.

[greengargouille]

ChibaHaya week 2018, Day 2- Fear

((What do you mean I’m late. I’m on my usual time.))

The cave made Hayami uneasy.

She had long grown up from being scared from the dark; no longer she twitched at each unfamiliar noise at night when her parents were still not home at her bedtime, and by now she had appreciated the comfort of dark places. Calm. Secrecy. No eye in her direction when she would much rather stay by herself. It was soothing.

Yet, as she walked, Chiba by her side, she couldn’t help feeling a bit wary. Maybe it was the unfamiliar place. Maybe the unsteady footing. More likely, it was all the stress accumulated last day, not quite down even after a long night of rest.

Her comrades have been so close to dying, Hayami had believed, and the ugly fear that she was the only one that could prevent this had twisted her stomach so much- even if that made no sense logically, she was so used to be responsible for her whole group the guilt came like a reflex. That kind of stress wore her down, enough to feel the effects for a few nights- and that was not counting all the times where she would lay down on her bed, the next weeks, and wonder what could have been different, if her shot against Korosensei had succeeded, if her shot against Gastro had failed- this would likely weight her a long time.

So yes, this cave made her uneasy, because even if she could her the distant echo of her classmates’ voices, even if she had Chiba with her, even if Korosensei would not allow any harm to be done to them, not ever, none of that had stopped the events of last night and who knew what else could happen now.

Could she be blamed, then, as she almost jumped when something gripped her arm?

“It’s okay,” immediately reacted Chiba, sounding startled, “it’s just me. -Ah.” Hayami didn’t reply further, a bit embarrassed- though she guessed it couldn’t be heard nor seen. Her face nor her voice showed much in terms of her emotions, and she have been blamed multiple times of reacting too coldly. (Though, she guessed, there was also a part of truth in it). “…Sorry. I should have warned you. -It’s fine.”

She knew Chiba didn’t do it to scare her. He was one of those guys that could be trusted, not an idiot or a trickster that would try to have fun at her depends. Still, it was surprising, for him to grip her like that.

…He was afraid too, was he not?

It was reassuring she wasn’t alone in this, and the thought her and Chiba both were on the same waves warmed Hayami just a tiny bit. She was so, so glad they were together. Not necessarily as a pair for this test of courage, but… similar existences. Both people that bore everything on their shoulders without asking for help, not really talkative or extroverts like some in their class. It made him easy to comprehend and, just as important, easy for her to be comprehended. She felt better just knowing there was someone else in the same case as her, someone she could share her feelings with and who could reply “I get it”- they hadn’t yet, talking about those things, but she supposed it would come soon. They both have been able to put words on their thoughts after the failed assassination, both encouraged by the other’s presence, and in the ease of a more intimate setting, not now, but one quiet day, the two of them, maybe…

“You don’t have to feel scared.”

Hayami said this with assurance, both for the boy at her arm and for herself, pushed by a strange fearlessness- not unlike times with her former friends, when one was too anxious to ask for directions or an information and she had to ask for them, even if by herself she would be the anxious one. She genuinely believed this- together, they didn’t have to worry as much.

“…I know this, but, hm… -Yes?” She would let him take his time expressing himself, no impatience forcing him to rush. “…If it’s about my grip, actually, it’s because I need help. -…You mean…? -I can’t see a thing and I almost tripped three times since we got in. -I thought you could see just fine even with your hair in the way. -It’s usually fine, yes. Maybe I’m exaggerating a bit how well I see- I’m great at focusing at a point in the distance but not so much what’s near me, but it’s fine- well, with normal light anyways. But with the flashlight it’s not quite the same. -…I see. Glad I can help you, then.”

It was for the best she hadn’t voiced all her thoughts this time, Hayami thought. Even the darkness wouldn’t be enough to hide the embarrassment from her face.

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

Moments in Seven Days

Moments in Seven Days by chquine

For ChibaHaya week 2018.

Words: 3146, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chiba Ryuunosuke, Hayami Rinka

Relationships: Chiba Ryuunosuke/Hayami Rinka

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15274392

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I was going to suggest celebrating Chibahaya week but I remembered I don't have time to write :((

[fumiko-matsubara]

Chibahaya Week 2018 Day 2: Fear

1. My art

2. The story is up to you.

3. “Fear of losing you”

[fumiko-matsubara]

Chibahaya Week 2018 Day 6: Dance

1. My art

2. The story is up to you

3. An au where Chibahaya are professional dancers

4. Dynamic poses are hard, hence why this was inked since the pencil sketch was so messy

[fumiko-matsubara]

Chibahaya Week 2018 Day 5: Partners

1. My art

2. The story is up to you

3. Takes place before the island assassination attempt

4. I stupidly deleted the photo I took at school, so please bear with the lighting

[naddy-and-stuff]

Day 7: AU

An apprentice, for all intents and purposes, was to broaden the playing field and eventually pass on teachings. The Reaper took twenty eight apprentices, ranging from an AI to social rejects like the remaining twenty seven. Their goal was to kill him who had been dubbed as the greatest assassin to have ever lived. One would think that twenty eight apprentices would catch the eye of other professionals in the field, exposing the Reaper's identity and his activities. But all it did was turn the apprentices into targets. Hayami placed her revolver in its holster, sighing as she did. She surveyed the area; the others have evacuated as planned. Exfill was on the way with their primary target dealt with. A bullet whizzed through the air and pierced the flesh of her upper arm. The force made her lurch forward and kneel on one knee. Studying her arm, Hayami saw that the bullet was not any kind of special round and had probably been fired from a ten millimeter. There was rubble off to her right and she dashed to it just as another bullet flew at the space she was at earlier. Apparently, they had not cleaned up all the lackeys. Her left arm was immobile, but she could still shoot with her right. She was about to move when the crack of a familiar sniper rifle reached her ears, followed by the telltale sound of a high speed bullet going through bones and flesh and the thudding of a heavy body onto the ground. "Are you alright, Hayami?" Chiba's voice came off as warbled through her earpiece, but it comforted her either way. "Yes. Nice shot." "I'm heading there now. The others have been picked up." She only hummed in response, ignoring the sweat that beaded her brow from the pain of the bullet wound. Being the Reaper's apprentice meant grueling training, but not once had she been shot before. He usually held back when sparring against them or teaching them how to effectively blow a target's brains out. Complaints were few and far between especially since they became a whole lot more under the assassin's tutelage. She saw a shadow from the corner of her eye and with a deft hand, Hayami drew out her revolver and aimed it at the figure. A similar gun was trained at her and holding it was Chiba, her fellow marksman. "I see you're still alert," he remarked, stowing his revolver away and gently placing his sniper rifle case down. She only nodded at him and followed his example. "Is it bad?" Hayami asked, referring to her gunshot wound. "Nothing Takebayashi-kun can't fix," he replied. "Do you want me to take it out?" "A painkiller will work." He fished a tablet from his pocket, the latest creation of their resident chemist, Okuda Manami. It was fast-acting but had the side-effect of drowsiness. It supposedly helped with healing too by all but forcing its consumer to rest. Chiba handed it to Hayami who swallowed it dry, wincing as she did. "How long till exfill?" She asked hoarsely, the painkiller pill stuck in her throat uncomfortably. It dissovled at a snail's pace and the gunshot wound still throbbed, but she was fine with those. Chiba sat down beside her and leaned against the wall of rubble, relaxed but alert. They were still in enemy territory and there could be more stragglers like the one who shot Hayami. "About ten minutes. Sensei's personally coming to survey the area." "Sensei is?" "Yeah. Apparently he had some history with the target." She rested her head on his shoulder. It was dark outside, with nothing but the moon above illuminating the ruins of what used to be their target's hideout. The wind was frigid and their breaths started to come out in white puffs. It was only still autumn, but the chill rivaled that of winter. "So you think it has something to do with Yukimura Aguri?" Chiba briefly glanced at her. When the Reaper took all twenty eight of them in, he was candid about why he chose to stay as an assassin; the reason was a woman, Yukimura Aguri. He had been hired to kill her by a scientist whose patent she stole; surveillance was done through a florist persona the Reaper effortlessly melded into. It did not take long for him to learn that he had been hired under false pretenses and that the only reason the scientist wanted her killed was because she rejected his romantic advances. "In the world where you breathed blood mist, a target dies. That's all there is to it," Chiba quoted the Reaper. He had exerted any and all effort to keep her safe, because if his employer found out that she was still alive then more assassins would be sent to end her life, each less merciless than the last. When the Reaper returned from a job, he found out that Yukimura Aguri had been murdered in her own house. He had only been gone for twenty four hours. "Sensei never comes to kill sites," Hayami mentioned, finding it easier to talk now that the pill was dissolved. "So it must be personal." He hummed in agreement, feeling her breaths slow and become more relaxed. From their sitting position, he could only see the top of her head. Chiba could not claim that he had any form of empathy, not with the way he had been discarded like the rest of them, but as he watched Okuda's painkiller take effect on Hayami, he felt that, even if it's just a little, he understood why the Reaper stayed where he was now. Solitude was practical in their profession; having any ties with anyone would have jeopardized your emotions and feelings. The Reaper saw differently. "It's people you cherish that make you strong." He brushed aside a stray lock of hair from Hayami's forehead and listened to both her breaths and the smallest noise. Exfill would arrive in seven minutes. (I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :D)

[naddy-and-stuff]

Day 2: Fear

Neither Chiba nor Hayami was expressive. Even as junior high students in Kunugigaoka's Class E, they were all-business; no-nonsense individuals, preferring to let their actions do the talking. This did not imply that they were apathetic. When confronted by a cute cat, Hayami all but shed her cool countenance and donned a school girl's giddy smiles. When beaten by an Autonomously Thinking Fixed Artillery in shōgi three games in, Chiba frowned and hung his head in exasperation and shame. When the assassination depended on that single shot the two of then dealt, the two gave in to pressure, trigger fingers shaking and shoulders seizing. The lack of confidence that followed was silent and heavy, but ultimately short-lived. Yanagizawa's assault on the teacher that they looked up to incited fear, both for themselves and Koro-sensei. Tears were shed when the knife went through their teacher's necktie. Hiding your emotions did not mean apathy; it meant you recognized what you felt and determined that it was best hidden, locked inside a small corner of your mind because there was something else that needed to be accomplished. Chiba and Hayami excelled in this. Chiba stared at Hayami who sat across him, legs crossed, brows furrowed and absorbed in her book. He was having troubles in getting employed and Hayami declared herself to be his second blade. It made him guilty, to depend on her like this, but at the same time, he admired her determination. She had always been amazing, even when they were younger and delegated to the bottom of Kunugigaoka's social laddder and he liked that about her. He studied her and then: "I'm... Frightened." Frightened because Hayami was making him feel so much emotions at once even though she just sat there and read. Frightened because he had mastery over hiding his emotions yet choose to forget that when she was around. Frightened because this was Hayami Rinka. Her green eyes fell on him, inscrutable yet turbulent. For a moment, Chiba wondered if she felt the same because that was usually the case. Her hand found his on the coffee table. "I am too."

[naddy-and-stuff]

Day 3: Eyes

(I know I'm late. Agh. I posted it earlier on my Ao3 account and forgot to upload it here.) She was not dense; nor was she oblivious. Her silence made her more susceptible to sudden changes around her. Hayami often wondered if she was just paranoid or looking too much into things, but she had to admit that it came in handy when she was sniping. Generally speaking, Chiba was a better sniper, which was ludicrous since he refused to trim the fringe that went well past his eyes. Her edge over him was that she was capable of maneuvering herself into impossible positions to stay hidden and Hayami was often able to tell when she had been spotted. It was some sort of sixth sense; Bitch-sensei insisted it was a woman's intuition. Chiba was staring at her intently today. It was nothing new; he often stared at her inently, even back when they were in Kunugigaoka. He used her 'woman's intuition' as a reference for staying in their hiding spot or looking for a better one. While it made her feel like she was on the other side of his scope, waiting to be shot down, Hayami did not mind. He had a complex about his eyes and he nearly never let anyone see them completely. Hayami had the privilege of seeing them a handful of times. If she knew he stared at her intently with his inherently intense eyes, she would have quailed, like a stationary target on the other side of his sniper rifle. When his staring took a little more than it usually did, Hayami raised her eyes to meet his and asked, "What's wrong?" The question spoke volumes; they were alike in a way that simply inquiring what was wrong almost never happened. For her to ask meant that he was keeping something from her and they never kept secrets, or more accurately, were unable to keep secrets from the other. His shoulders tensed and later on, he sighed, long and deep in its context. Picking on the ends of his fringe, Chiba replied, "My hair keeps me from getting a job." They both knew that his fringe was bound to cause problems in the long run, but none wanted to state the obvious. Hayami had to agree that changing his hairstyle would do little to increase his chances of getting a job. If anything, it would hurt said chances. On her own, she had been working part time at a convenience store, overcoming her social awkwardness little by little. Chiba was unable to do even that. With an amount of determination that surprised even her, Hayami declared: "Sharpen your blade. I'll be your spare."

[naddy-and-stuff]

Day 5: Partners

(This is a goal for me and my darling, but I'll probably just drag him down. XD) A sniper always worked with a spotter; that way he could be more efficient in shooting. Back in their days at 3-E, the sniper duo both used their marksmanship separately. Their target was a Mach 20 creature so he would be nigh impossible to spot, let alone shoot. "Three o'clock," Hayami muttered, looking through her binoculars. "There's three of them." "Yeah." He pulled the trigger of his airsoft three times, eliminating all of his spotter's mentioned targets. "I saw some stragglers coming this way." She put her binoculars down and grabbed her pistol. Another one was holstered on her thigh even though she usually only used one to shoot nowadays. "Will you be fine without me?" She asked, standing up and heading for the stairs. They were situated at the highest floor of an empty building at the edge of the playing field. It was the most obvious spot for them, but between the two of them, shooting down anything that doesn't come close to Mach 20 was easy as breathing. "Yeah. They don't seem to be drawn here." "I'll be back in five." "Be careful." He peered back into his scope and picked off a random player that wandered into the building's vicinity. "And Ryūnosuke?" "Hm?" "Leave some for me." Chiba chuckled, lips tilting in amusement. "I'll try."

[fumiko-matsubara]

This now embarks my journey in stanning an extremely rare OTP

After a whole week of fic planning, Chiba x Kaho is no longer a crack ship to me lol

[clownao]

ChibaHaya Week 2018 Prompts

Day 1: Birthday

Day 2: Fear

Day 3: Eyes

Day 4: Date

Day 5: Partners/ Practice

Day 6: Music/ Dance

Day 7: AU/ Bullseye

The week is from the 12th of July to the 18th of July!

Any form of media is okay! Fanfiction, fanart, you name it...

Nsfw is acceptable but please tag it appropriately.

The tag is #chibahaya week 2018

Please reblog to spread the word! ≧∇≦

[clownao]

For ChibaHaya Week 2018 Day 7- AU/ Bullseye.

Summary: A dragon kidnaps a princess who's about to get married. Except the dragon is a really bad captor and the princess doesn't mind as long she has her cat.

It starts off with platonic ChibaHaya and there’s also a mixture of other ships tossed here.