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x0401x · 2 years

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Yes, please do a post after every Tsurune ep, reading them from your pov is amazing!! :D

Ask and ye shall receive. Here comes my opinion of episode 7. Really sorry for taking so long with this!

I usually begin with the positive points when doing these reviews, but I have to break this default here because I've never thought we'd come to this with KyoAni out of all studios. I almost fell off my chair with the horrible CGI in this episode. Yes, 3D and 2D walk hand-in-hand, especially for anime like Tsurune, but the viewers are not supposed to spot the 3D. I did mention before that the animation quality suddenly decreases at certain moments in this season, and this episode has been the worst example of that so far. This legit terrifies me and what makes it worse is that there are several causes for it. And again, this isn't just KyoAni. All Japanese animation studios have been seeing even if just a slight downgrade in overall quality for a few years now. We've just lost another one to this horrifying trend. I know it doesn't seem so bad and sounds like I'm exaggerating here, but this is unthinkable to the standards of such big-name studios. Unfortunately, the tendency is for it to continue, at least for now.

Another thing that bothered me is that this episode seems to be focused on long shots and showing the character's faces as least frequently as possible in order to mask the drop in quality. This is actually a commendable decision, since they're not just giving us static shots that feel a few seconds too lengthy, and instead are using these moments to explore the locations (gotta love that drawing of Kaito on the black board, for example). But it's hard to ignore the discrepancy in art style between said long shots and the contrasting close-ups.

Okay, enough about the animation and on to the story.

It's easy to tell from the first few minutes that KyoAni is still pushing Seiya as the MVP. Just as Seiya was the one who got Minato to realize where and how he had messed up in the tournament with the brilliant idea to record everything, and just as he was an indirect assistance to Kaito and Nanao making up not just by arranging for them to meet up at the dojo but also giving Kaito a prep talk, we have him being ahead of everyone once again in this episode. It's obvious from the beginning that, whatever the boys are trying to grasp here, he already has it all down and is just waiting for them to catch up to him. Yamamura Takuya might as well just make Seiya the protagonist at this point.

The whole deal here was about teamwork once again, but this time around, it was specifically about synchronization. Which, I must say, is one more thing that we should've had in S1 and are getting only now, therefore creating a disconnect between the level that this team should be and the level that it currently is. Just as I discussed in episode 6 that Minato shouldn't have to relearn everything from scratch because that's narratively inconsistent, the same applies to the way that the boys' team is relearning how to... well, be a team. They'd already been doing all of this for a while now, so it's kind of confusing to see them act like it's the first-ever time that they're trying it (not to mention it makes the viewers wonder how the hell they won the prefecturals when they can't even line up properly). Literally all of these movements and tips that they’re just figuring out are things they had been doing perfectly fine until this point and they wouldn’t even be able to participate in tournaments without knowing these basics in the first place. Yet suddenly they don’t. Make it make sense.

Another thing I'd like to make sense of is... why is Eisuke poor in the anime? I get that KyoAni is trying to sell him as someone Relatable TM, but that's going a bit overboard. He already has biological disadvantages (photosensibility), mental disadvantages (claustrophobia), club-related disadvantages (no dojo, no coach) and even spiritual disadvantages (wrong mindset being a bitch in general). There's already enough to sympathize without actually rooting for him. The scenes of Eisuke working hard at a café and having no money to hang out with his colleagues coming right in-between Ryouhei visiting Shuu's extravagant estate are kind of... not a very good look. Eisuke's situation in the anime sort of validate his envy. Makes it seem reasonable, and the only motive as to why it's not truly reasonable is because envy is Bad and you shouldn't harbor it even when the world is so ridiculously unfair. Miss me with that bullshit. I want this little shit to be the spoiled brat he is in canon. Life gave him lemons and he decided to take them and throw on other people. No amount of handicaps can redeem him from the pettiness of having lost to his juniors one (1) time.

All right, now following in this reverse order, we have the good points coming up!

I quite like that this episode showed a side of Masaki we hadn't gotten to see in S1, which is the pure-hearted, childlike elation he displays at his disciples fumbling for solutions and working together to solve problems. S1 was hellbent on the weird revenge stuff and kinda forgot that this guy genuinely loves to see his pupils making progress. The whole point of Masaki as a character is that he doesn’t see himself as the best fit for the job, but he actually is. Because he actually cares about these kids. Because he isn’t using them for revenge in canon. Because that doesn’t suit his personality at all in any possible way. And apparently, KyoAni at last understands that now, thank you very much.

One more thing that got butchered in S1 and this episode finally gave to us was Masaki's second nickname, "pervy old man". I gotta say I was particularly pleased by the fact that Minato's face and voice when he said it were exactly like how I'd imagined it when reading the books, but I'm still not digging the way that this was framed to make Masaki look like an actual pervert for the things he says without thinking. I get that the animators are trying to go for some lighthearted comic relief here, but underneath the joke, it's evident that they're also using these tidbits to poke fun at anything that seems remotely not-heterosexual in the series.

Sounds like another exaggeration, I know, but looking back at S1 and then at this episode, it's easy to find a pattern where Masaki either spouts a double entendre or is caught performing an action that doesn't seem appropriate, and when confronted by anyone about it, he responds in either a desperate or exasperated manner in order to clear up the misunderstanding immediately. These double entendres or actions always frame Masaki as preying on the boys, which is, of course, something that would never happen, so it's all played as a joke. The message this sends out is that the other person is totally overreacting, because Masaki would never make advances on his pupils, except this card is only ever used on the boys, specifically. So what we get between the lines is that making presumptions about Masaki's reckless word choice is ridiculous not just because he clearly isn't into kids, but also because that would be gay.

It's a simple recipe. We viewers are shown ambiguity on purpose and yet we're treated like we're reading too much into it if we so much as assume that it's ambiguous in the first place. Because if we assume it's ambiguous, we're also presuming the presence of homoerotic subtext, which is then shot down as something far-fetched, if not near-impossible. You know those scenes in movies where someone’s trying to connect the dots and comes up with overarching explanations as to how A relates to B, only to be dismissed by other characters telling them that they’re watching too much TV or something? That’s the vibe I get from this cheap-ass narrative device. It’s almost as if KyoAni is speaking directly to us, like, “I know this seems gay as fucking hell, but how dare you assume it's gay! You're implying that this perfectly decent man is a predator!”

Don't get me wrong, of course Masaki isn't actually suggesting or doing anything other than what he's supposed to. But what rubs me wrong about this approach is the fact that it gets gayness and p*dophilia lumped together. That's how KyoAni subtly rids this series of any unjustified gayness (i.e. gayness where you can't pay the "they're really good friends" card). And this is probably the clearest example of the difference between how the anime handles the gay subtext and how the novel does it. The anime makes it come from Masaki, in ways that are wholly unnatural, mostly through word usage that anyone with the bare minimum of common sense would never go for. It then makes the kids react negatively so that Masaki can brush off the delusions of these silly teenagers, because just how far ahead of themselves do they have to get to assume that their coach would want anything of the sort with them!

True enough, he would never want anything of that nature. The novel totally agrees with this. Except it doesn't laugh the gay away as a joke, oh no. The novel takes the gay very seriously. Which is why it gives the subtext from Minato's perspective.

Always from Minato's perspective.

Whenever we have anything coming from Masaki that looks or sounds like something else, it's from Minato's POV, 100% of the time. Not even other characters. Only Minato. And when it sounds like something else, it's usually Masaki being funny, but when it looks like something else, that's mostly Minato being confronted with something he wants that is directly related to Masaki, but that he can't have. Take the scene that this anime equivalent was based off as an example. Everybody (Seiya also tipped in) getting to have an exclusive lecture from Masaki, except for Minato. And there's great emphasis on the fact that everybody got to touch Masaki while Minato didn't. Plus the fact that even Shuu got to have his own share of it, despite him being from a whole different school. And Minato keeps sulking at how unfair all of that is, for days. He wanted to be there. Heck, he wanted to be the only one who gets this privilege. He has to hold it back and it gnaws at him. The pinning is real and it's never framed as negative, because it isn't.

When all is said and done, he manages to keep his ground. And in the end, he gets some sort of compensation for it, which always comes in the form of a private lesson and quality time. That's where he gets to have twice if not thrice as much of what he initially wanted. This is Ayano Kotoko working in accordance to Zen principles: you fight your inner demonds and desires, and for that, you get compensated with enlightenment. In Minato's case, he gets compensated both with that and... with Masaki. As far as plot devices go, that's just mandatory in the novel. It has both a character development and storytelling purpose and acts as a nod to Japanese archery and Buddhist ideologies, so removing that part is very much a disservice to the author’s intentions, but hey! KyoAni can’t pretend that it isn’t gay if it’s from Minato’s perspective. This would be just a kid having a puppy crush, which isn’t a crime and has no reason to be frowned upon if it’s unrequited. Ayano knows this and she makes conscious writing decisions based on that fact. So does KyoAni when reversing the positions.

Basically, KyoAni uses gay subtext in order to dismiss it in a total dick move. It's kind of their way of signaling, "Don't worry, snowflake audience who can't take anything that isn't cishet seriously, you can enjoy this show", and I find this kinda gross, to be honest. Meanwhile, the novel makes the subtext into the text itself, because Ayano Kotoko is powerful like that.

Anyway. I digress. Back to the good things.

The dedication to detail keeps delivering. I love the little things. The way Ryouhei goes back from school on a bus that is headed to a hospital. The knock on his door after he raises his voice that he knows is from his sister. The lush vegetation on the other side of the window looking like it's sprouting from Ryouhei when seen from behind. Shuu's reflex on the dojo's floor being tinted green. The way that a maple leaf falls on the pond and the ripples push away the other four leaves when Ryouhei starts talking about how far behind he is in comparison to everyone else in his team.

But I also love the big, in-your-face things. Ryouhei's shirt having no print except for the word "nice" in a small font next to his heart. Toujou serving cola in porcelain cups. Sae having the exact same reaction as Shuu when he drank it for the first time. The way that the light bulb lits up when Ryouhei talks about how Shuu's family is really supportive of him. The close-up on their wish slips.

My favorite has to be that fucking arrow casting a shadow over Ryouhei and Shuu. Second favorite those paper stripes. All of them represent not just the Kazemai boys' team, but also the girls' team, Masaki, Tomio, Shuu, Sae, Eisuke, Koushirou and even Minato's mom. I dare guess that one of them also represents Ryouhei's sister.

Honorable mention to the most obvious visual symbolism of this episode: the paintings. They sure were used a lot this time around. The painting in Shuu's study and the way his head fits perfectly under the crown in the center. When Eisuke is coarsed into hanging out with Koushirou after work, there's a painting of a grey dog being patted on the head beside him. When Shuu finally asks how Ryouhei and Sae knew each other, we see a painting of opening doors behind him. And goddamn. Goddamn. The way that the rest of the painting is revealed in the next scene. And the way the little boy looks like it's running from Shuu to Ryouhei. Fucking hell, what a good addition. If only KyoAni would put as much effort into the plot as it puts into this.

Also, other than paintings, there was that hilarious coca cola poster behind Eisuke when he's meeting up with Koushirou. For those who couldn't read it, it says, "Beginnings taste good. Peak youth", and that's a referrence to what the characters are going through right now. We're onto a new phase and that's youth at it's max.

Speaking of coca cola, anyone else feeling like KyoAni's going a little overboard with the marketing? First it was the kyudo tools, which I don't really mind, but then the accessories and now this. It's one thing to promote culture and small businesses that keep it alive, but coca cola.......... was kind of annoying. Even more so when there are already so many shows that are basically just one big ad nowadays.

#tsurune #tsurune tsunagari no issha #narumiya minato #takigawa masaki #takehaya seiya #fujiwara shuu #yamanouchi ryouhei #nikaidou eisuke #fujiwara sae #tsurune kazemai koukou kyuudoubu

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bambuwu-writes · 2 years

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CONTENT WARNING: this piece is about disordered eating [nothing very graphic, but mentions of some of the milder side effects of not eating well for a somewhat extended period of time] so please please take caution in reading

I honestly think Taichi may struggle with eating properly. Like, I can see him feeling super nervous during the middle of spring, because ‘oh jeez, summer is coming and I totally gained weight, I know I did, ah shit.,,’. He’d get worried about how he has a smaller frame compared to the other guys in Mankai, and especially the guys in his troupe. Like, Omi is huge. When he’s in a bad headspace, just standing up near Omi makes him feel so scrawny and pathetic. So he starts eating in a very unbalanced manner. While simultaneously trying to lose his ‘winter weight’ and gain muscle, Taichi starts skipping meals and doing strenuous workouts way more often than his body can handle. He starts sneaking into the kitchen late at night, trying to find something to stave off his hunger so he can sleep. He starts feeling dizzy and lightheaded multiple times a day. He can barely help Yuki sew anymore because his seams keep going crooked and he’s just too woozy and ‘God it's warm in here’ ‘Shit I'm freezing’ ‘Dude I’m fine I swear! (I feel sick)’ and he can't keep track of where the needle is going. Two and a half weeks of this. He feels terrible. Not only is his body struggling to keep up with his activities and schoolwork, he feels incredibly guilty for lying to everyone. Because, let's be real, some of the older members of Mankai know something is up with Taichi. Izumi can see that something is wrong, but she can't pinpoint exactly what. Kazu is worried about his peppy little bro seeming so wiped out at 3 in the afternoon. And Omi. Shit. It feels horrible lying to him. And smiling while lying to his face? Taichi feels nauseated every time he does it.

“I ate already!!”

“Oh don't worry, I had a big lunch, I’m just not hungry for dinner!”

“Haha, I’ll tell ya if I’m hungry Omimiiii!”

Three weeks. Three weeks of this. And Taichi is in the kitchen at 2 in the morning, with a sad little sandwich in his cold hand. And he stubs his toe.

And apparently that was the last fucking straw.

And he slides down the side of the countertop to curl up into himself on the floor. And he cries. And he cries. Juza was the first one who found Taichi curled up on the floor and got scared. Unsure of how to proceed, he gently laid his hand on the little boy’s shaking back. Opening his arms, allowing Taichi to lean in and be held, asked who he would be comfortable talking with. And now we have Omi and Izumi sitting on the couch with Taichi, comforting him and listening attentively as he tells them everything. No more lying. Never again. I promise. I'm so sorry. Omi and Izumi glanced at each other for a moment, and the two minds as one body, proceeded to reassure this kid in front of them. “Taichi, its ok”

“...what?”

“Listen to me, hey hey, look at me please? Taichi, listen please.”

“It's okay Nanao. I promise. We love you.”

“We care about you. I promise.”

“It’s alright.”

“It's okay.”

“We love you”

All Taichi can do is cry harder, cradled in Izumi and Omi’s arms, surrounded by the warmest reassurance he’s felt in a while. Omi and Izumi spend the next few hours calming Taichi down, re-assuring him that they’re here for him, that they still love him, that they’ll always love him. that they could never be mad at him for something like this. And Izumi chokes a little bit between ‘like’ and ‘this’. Someone in her care, god, a child in her care was hurting so bad and she couldn't help sooner? She could have helped with this one. She knew what it felt like to…no, she knows what it feels like, she, oh god, she knows and it’s bad. She’s tensed up to hell and back, she will not cry right now, this is not about her. but of course, Taichi notices. And he silently leans his forehead against her shoulder in assumed understanding. Omi notices and he keeps one hand on Taichi’s knee and one hand slides to the middle of Izumi’s back. Warm. Solid. Safe.

Tucked up on the couch like this, Taichi falls asleep first. Omi and Izumi can’t bring themselves to sleep yet though, and they both sit there for a little over an hour, in rapt contemplation of the boy between him, and the way he looked younger when he was asleep. There was a quiet comfort in how they both laid a hand each on Taichi’s back, in how Izumi’s hand tentatively searches for Omi’s behind the cushion between them, and how Omi gently catches it, and holds on to her, absolutely swept with a sense of fierce protectiveness, of reverence, and a sickening twist of fear and deep seated care for the two sleeping bodies next to him.

Misumi just so happened to wake up earliest that morning, having planned to cut up some triangle shaped fruits for Natsugumi’s picnic later that day. Yawing and wrapping his crochet blanket [courtesy of Yuki] to bunch up on his shoulders, he sleepily shuffled into the living room, walking to pull aside the curtains to let in some sunlight almost on autopilot, when he stopped in the middle of the carpet, standing stock still. Oh boy. Something deeeefinitely happened here. Something not very nice at all. As quiet as he could, Misumi tip-toed over to the couch, gently laying his blanket over Taichi and Omi, and slid off his hoodie to cover up Izumi. As darling as they looked, all cuddled up, Misumi’s heart absolutely ached seeing how desperately it seemed Taichi was clutching onto the hem of Omi’s shirt, how protectively the two adults had been sitting around Taichi. Putting aside the fruit for now, Misumi thought it best to put on a pot of water to make some black tea for the little group when they woke up. It’s what his grandfather did whenever Misumi was feeling all sad and run-down. While the water boiled he snuck around to the rooms of anyone he guessed could have been awake that early, Chikage and Itaru, Tasuku, Kazunari and Kumon, he even flagged down Kamekichi and asked him to keep the living room clear of any visitors till the trio woke up. Bustling around the kitchen, he couldnt help but softly giggle as he heard Taichi yawn and stretch out, one arm hanging off of the couch, and Misumi caught himself blushing a little as he turned around to see Omi [still half asleep], pulling Izumi closer, who, in turn, snuggled in, with her hand resting on the back of Taichi’s head. Pretty cute.

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getmemymicroscope · 2 years

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So, yes, I picked this up because, well, they were turning it into a movie. There was a while back in like high school or undergrad or something where I did that pretty frequently - and it usually ended pretty badly (Jumper, I Am Number Four, The Time Traveler's Wife all come to mind). So, to no surprise, this attempt also goes similarly. Maybe my expectations were just too high, as I guess always happens when I pick up a book thinking "this must be good, they're making a movie out of it."

Now that I've read the book (or, well, most of it, I guess), it makes the casting decision of the movie even more, well, stupid. Because Brad Pitt is not Nanao. But I won't hate on that decision - because, well, all I've done thus far is read the book. And after reading the book, I'm not sure I'll even watch the movie. At least not for a very long time.

I'm a big believer that you have to be in the right mood for a movie/book or, no matter how good it might be, you're gonna be disappointed. Or worse. And I just don't know when I'd ever be in the mood for something like this, or, more accurately, for some of the characters in this book.

Like, fine, you go in knowing it's a bunch of assassins on a train. I get that. So there's clearly going to be some death and it's not like I'm expecting a bunch of morally great characters. But the problem is, there isn't much of anything at all. It's a slow-paced story that features frequent flashbacks - many, if not all, involving a completely antisocial teenager, features countless references to Thomas the Tank Engine (one of the character's reference point for everything) and not enough references to other books (another character's favorite activity), features the cooler characters being killed off much sooner than the one annoying one, and features... I don't know. I feel this is the type of story that, as a movie, would be a 'black comedy,' but I'm really failing to see the comedy part of it. It's just horrifically pathetic people all on a train together, doing horrific things simply because they can (or, in one person's case, because they have nothing but bad luck the entire time and bad stuff just happens as a result).

There are some actions sequences, but they end with: accidental broken neck when the train goes around a bend; a man getting himself shot by falsely admitting he's the "boss;" a man dying because he, while in a moment of advantage, suddenly has a previously ingested sleeping powder kick in; something with a random snake that shows up, then disappears, then shows up again (Chekhov's gun, I guess; I don't fully know what happened with the snake because I'd given up by that point and only just saw the snake re-mentioned during my skimming of the last like 115 pages).

There's a lot of seemingly pseuo-philosophical brief discussions interspersed between characters, but it almost feels like they're just there to increase the word count as opposed to actually get anything across, especially given that none of our characters really give a shit beyond bringing stuff up and just moving on at a whim.

Honestly, I sorta reached ultimate frustration/annoyance at the sewing needle scene (though I got more and more annoyed with every single scene that Prince, or The Prince, or whatever the fuck, showed up; by far, the worst/most annoying character of the lot), and after the two deaths in rapid succession - the second aided by that sleeping powder - I just quit. Skipped to the end, though honestly, I didn't even really care how it ended.

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torawro · 2 years

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cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. written with shinigami!fem!reader in mind. reader is black coded but you don’t have to imagine it that way. established relationships. nsfw content including explicit descriptions of smut. soft, passionate fluffy sex. size kink if you squint. kind of angsty but not really. a headcanon in drabble format. REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!

notes ! ━━ this idea was random and unplanned LOLZ. conceived it after talking to one of my close friends about bleach once again bc i can’t seem to shut up about that silly little animanga for the last serval months now. this isn’t beta read and i tried to proofread it the best i can but im sleepy so ill go back over it later 😭 enjoy :)

shunsui kyouraku would take such good care of you. like i’m convinced he would, and that’s partially because of his inherently authoritative demeanor of being a captain in the gotei 13 and nanao ise’s biological uncle.

he just. . . i think he finds true fulfillment and joy in taking care of you and providing you with everything you need, despite him being so lax and being incredibly lazy most of the time. because if it involves you, he wouldn’t hesitate to cut his nap times short or spend money so he can indulge in your every desire, whatever they might be, because he cares so deeply for you. he’s so big n’ strong and comforting, so easy to talk to, how could you not give in— how could you just not let go?

one of the most appealing qualities about shunsui though, is that i think he’d be a great listener. he’s the type to just watch you and your body language attentively and listen to you ramble or vent about whatever it is you’re going on about, even if you’re doing that thing where you talk to yourself under your breath. he won’t give you unwarranted advice, but he’ll listen for however long and validate how you feel. and anything you’ll say, he’ll remember it. behind that laziness, shunsui is detail-oriented in that way. when it comes to you, his memory is damn near photographic.

and when you have a number of consecutive bad days, and you come to his captain’s quarter’s, breaking down the moment he greets you with that signature languid smile of his, he’ll be there for you. he’ll be there for you the moment your legs look even the slightest bit unsteady, so he can wrap you in his embrace and hold you close. he’ll be there with the same soft smile — though it looked more like a wary upturn in his lips—and rub a warm palm up and down your back as he sat you down in between his legs, gently reassuring you that everything will turn out okay; he’ll never force you to tell you what’s wrong if you weren’t ready. shunsui will be there for you as you whimpered delicate nothings into his pink haori, most of what you were saying indistinguishable through your tears and snuggling your face into his partially clothed chest.

instead of trying to pry out whatever was bothering he says, “what can i do to help?” in that rich, husky drawl that always made your body feel warm and tingly, but most of all: loved. your wordless reply of further crawling into his lap and readjusting your position so you were straddling him was all the answer he needed. it was clear to him that you wanted him, wanted him to hold you and do what he does best: taking care of his sweet girl, his precious flower.

it didn’t take much to get you to spread out for him on his soft futon, feeling all vulnerable and seen, both literally and figuratively. shunsui would soon have your plush, gorgeous body in his calloused grasp, folded in half and pleasantly crushed under the weight of his own massive physique. you’ll be able to feel his tone deepen, his voice becoming drawn out and gruff, vibrating every nerve throughout your body, while he murmurs affirmations into the conch of your ear. he alternates between “whatever you’re feeling is valid, okay baby? you’re doing enough, you are enough”, to chaste pecks on your ear lobe, and back to “you’re so beautiful baby, so good for me by letting me take care of you, aren’t you? i love you so much—so, so much.” and with every word he utters into your soft flesh was paired with a sharp, earthshattering roll of his hips that reached so deep, you would have thought that his flushed tip touched the heart in your chest. his pelvis pressed against yours, the subtle brush against your clit sending you to heaven again and again. he held himself up with one arm, the other resting on the fat of your hips, holding and squeezing it as a way to keep you grounded, to keep you here with him. his length was heavy as it slipped in and out of your walls, but the weighty feeling of his cock, along with the weight of his words, made a new slew of tears brim from your eyelids and fall past your long lashes; there were tears of happiness.

“i-i love you. . .! love you shu. please. . . please i...” you didn’t have the chance, or the mental capabilities at the moment, to convey what you wanted to say; a tearful moan was pulled from the back of your throat, effectively cutting off your train of thought. “it’s alright, i got you. i got you, sweetheart.” he hushed you in a calm voice and proceeded to reposition himself to give you what you want. and doing this for you brought him more satisfaction than anything else he’s ever done in his life, even more than being a respected captain in a shinigami army.

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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For the Renji birthday prompt: A fic where Renji discovers that he can't go tits out anymore now that he's married (maybe with some jealous Rukia thrown in perhaps)?

I maintain that the new tits-in regime is self-imposed; I present to you my thesis. (I did not attempt to take on The Vest; I assume it came later, and I eagerly await more Vest Lore from Kubo himself)

Warning that I sincerely hope deters absolutely no one: This fic is about boobs. It contains many, many synonyms for boobs. Some of them are rude.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“I’m telling you, you’re jumping to conclusions. Sometimes he puts them away when he fights. He told me this.”

“I haven’t seen them in weeks.”

“It’s been winter.”

“That has never stopped him before. And it’s April now. Open season. And yet…?”

“I think we should just ask him.”

“You can’t just ask a guy, ‘hey, where did your tits go?’”

“I could, but I refuse. Abarai’s aesthetic is his own business.”

“Since when?”

“Okay, he’s here, someone’s gotta do it.”

“Not it!”

“Also not it!”

“Matsumoto, you have to do it. You’re the one who talked him into letting them hang out in the first place.”

“I agree with Yumichika. Renji knows what he’s doing, and if he has decided that the puppies are off-limits, that’s on him.”

“Hey, guys!” Abarai Renji’s cheerful voice rang out over the din of the bar. “Sorry I’m late!”

“Just means you have to catch up quick!” Rangiku declared, pouring him some sake.

“No missus tonight?” Shuuhei asked.

Renji’s entire face went pink and he got the same moony look in his eyes he always got whenever someone mentioned his wife or his marital state generally. “She sends her regards and says I’m supposed to drink extra for her. She goes over to the Manor on Wednesday evenings now to hang out with her brother.”

“Have you actually managed to call him by his given name yet?” Iba asked. “Now that you’re related?”

“His given name is ‘Captain’ and I call him that all the time,” Renji replied snottily.

“So. Renji,” Izuru said, leaning forward on his elbow. “Are you doing something different? With your look? I feel like there’s something different about you.”

Renji’s face lit up. “You noticed!” He swung his head around, his long braid swinging over his shoulder. “I’ve started braiding it!”

“Oh, no, it’s permanent?” Yumichika moaned.

“That’s not new,” Iba scoffed. “You slept with it like that the whole time we were roommates. I just figured that you didn’t have time to fix your hair in the morning anymore because you were too busy taking care--oof!”

“It looks very nice, Renji!” Momo said sweetly, extracting her elbow from Iba’s rib cage.

“It’s different,” Renji glowered at Iba. “I braid it loosely at night to prevent breakage and lock in moisture. This is an action braid.” He wheeled on Yumichika. “And I’m only French braiding it for now, because it’s shorter in front than in the back, you know, because of the accident. Once I’ve grown it out to all one length again, I’ll just do a regular braid.”

“You could just cut it to the length of the shortest part and go back to the pineapple hair,” Ikkaku suggested. “I always liked the pineapple hair.”

Renji turned pink again. “Ah, well. Rukia likes it long.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the braid is… what I was thinking of,” Izuru soldiered on.

Renji sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “I got a new tattoo? A pair, actually.”

“Oh! Did you?”

“On your chest?” Shuuhei asked hopefully. A healing tattoo would be a good excuse to cover up.

“Nah, on my thighs.”

Izuru sighed. “Since when do I look at your thighs, Abarai?”

“I have good thighs, Izuru.”

“He probably just looks different because he’s so happy now,” Rangiku suggested. “By which I mean getting your back blown out every night.”

“That could be it!” Renji agreed cheerfully. “Oh, I was wearing a scarf for a while there, when we had that cold snap! Is it the scarf? Or maybe the lack of scarf? It’s a nice scarf, Captain gave it to me for a wedding present. He says a man of quality should own a scarf.”

“I give up,” Izuru sighed.

“Hey, jocks, what’s going on?” a new voice interrupted.

“Akon!” half the table chorused and Renji scooted over so Akon could slide in next to him.

“Glad you could make it!”

“Yeah, sorry, I had an experiment I wanted to get finished up.”

“We were just talking about how there’s something different about Renji,” Shuuhei pressed.

Akon surveyed Renji for a moment. “Well, he’s got his tits tucked in for once. Aren’t you hot? You told me once you did that for ventilation.”

“That was very much a lie,” Renji clarified. “And I’m a married man now, my cans are closed for business. Speaking of which, Rangiku, fill ‘er up again, please, I’ve gotta keep up my wife’s reputation.”

---

Momo couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Out of their entire friend group, she was pretty sure she was the least interested in Renji’s… bosoms. There was a time… long, long ago when she had thought he was pretty hot stuff. She still counted him among her closest friends and favorite people, but had long ago come to the conclusion that big and beefy just wasn’t her type.

“Why, Lieutenant Hinamori! What brings you to my office?” Acting Captain Kuchiki Rukia leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. She must have been practicing, because the last time Momo had seen her do that, she had nearly fallen backwards out of the chair.

Momo sighed. “I have to tell you, this isn’t business.” Not exactly. It sort of was, in the sense that Shuuhei and Matsumoto (who apparently did care very much about Renji’s chest situation, so long as she wasn’t the one who had to confront him about it) had come over and dramatically draped themselves all over the Squad 5 couch and complained about the dreary state of affairs to Captain Hirako until he ordered Momo to go do some investigating.

“Good, because I have been filling out Nanao’s new skills-inventory-for-seated-officer forms all morning and I’m about to lose it,” Rukia said with an overly cheerful grin.

“We could go out to the yard and fight?” Momo offered hopefully. Maybe she could tell Captain Hirako that she got distracted and forgot to ask about Renji.

Rukia’s face fell a little. “Er, I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t today. Sentarou just made me this pot of tea, though. Do you want some? It’s lemon ginger, it’s really good.”

“Sure,” Momo agreed.

“So what’s up?” Rukia asked again, once Momo was perched in the guest chair, a fragrant cup of tea cradled in her hands.

Well, might as well just rip the bandage off. “I need you to know that I was put up to this by… you know. The idiots. The cowards we go drinking with.”

“Understood,” Rukia agreed.

“There is… some concern… about your husband.”

Rukia’s eyebrows shot up. “My sweet pumpkin pants?”

“I’m leaving,” Momo announced.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Rukia waved her hands, laughing. “I’ll be serious. What has that lunkhead done now?”

“This is so dumb,” Momo muttered. She cleared her throat. “He’s stopped going around with his bazongas hanging out all the time, and everyone’s losing their minds over it.”

Rukia stared at her. “Excuse me, his what?”

Momo made a vague gesture at her own chest. “You know. His… boobies.”

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Rukia nodded, her brow creased in thought. “Bazongas. I like that.”

“Not that I care!” Momo excused. “I mean, I agree, he should be allowed to dress how he likes, but you two seem to have a very equitable relationship and I said that I was sure he wasn’t doing anything that he hadn’t agreed to--”

“Hold on,” Rukia interrupted. “You think I had something to do with this?”

“You didn’t?” Momo asked. “He said he was keeping them tucked in because he was married now. We assumed it was at your request.”

“I didn’t even know!” Rukia replied. “I mean, I came home yesterday, and he was just--” she made a hand gesture like she was pulling her kosode open, “--completely out--”

“I don’t need to hear this,” Momo begged.

“Well, I tell you I had nothing to do with it,” Rukia assured her. “No one is more supportive of Renji acting slutty in public than me. Everyone knows I have that locked down, and honestly, it just makes me seem more powerful.”

Momo squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going to punch Shuuhei so hard.”

Rukia rubbed her index finger over her chin. “It’s possible this came down from Brother…”

Momo whimpered, although, honestly, having a conversation with the other Captain Kuchiki about Abarai’s pectorals couldn’t possibly be more awkward than this.

“...or it might be… something else.” Rukia frowned. “I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“You will?” Momo asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I can’t promise to bring the jugs back, but I’ll make sure it’s just Renji being a doofus and not Renji hiding his anxieties under aesthetic choices or Renji being oppressed by his brother-in-law.”

“Thank you, Rukia,” Momo said. Rukia could be bossy at times, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Sometimes, Renji has to be bullied into taking care of himself.”

“You’re telling me!” Rukia exclaimed. “Thank you for caring about him,” she added warmly.

“For the record, I care about him,” Momo replied. “Everyone else just misses the view.”

“Noted,” Rukia replied.

---

Renji had his nose stuffed in his cookbook, which lately, wasn’t a good sign. Renji only owned one cookbook, an encyclopedic tome that he only cracked open when he was trying something new or otherwise wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“I hope you aren’t making that kale curry again,” Rukia noted dryly.

Renji jumped three feet in the air. “Aaah, shoot! Rukia! I didn’t hear you come in! I’m so sorry!”

Rukia hopped up on her kitchen stool and leaned across the counter to give him a kiss. “We’ve been married for four months now. You don’t have to greet me at the door every single day, you know.”

“Sixteen weeks, three days,” Renji replied. “And I can still be sorry about it.”

“Just tell me we’re having something normal for dinner, and I’ll forgive you,” Rukia replied.

Renji jerked a thumb toward the stove behind him. “I made oden,” he explained. “It’s simmering, probably’ll be another ten minutes.”

“Ohhhhhh, I love your oden!” Rukia stretched her arms across the counter and did grabby hands at his hands until he laced his fingers through hers. “Did you make enough for me to take some for lunch tomorrow?”

“Depends on how much you eat tonight,” he replied. “Your appetite’s been really hit or miss lately.”

“Yeah, well...” Rukia agreed. “So what’s with the cookbook, then?”

“Oh,” Renji said vaguely. “I’m thinking about learning to bake cookies?”

“I’m in favor of that,” Rukia agreed, although her mind immediately went back to the conversation she’d had with Momo that afternoon.

“I’m not sure this book is helping,” Renji admitted. “If I was any good at baking, it would be one thing, but it’s too different. I’ve always been better at learning stuff from other people. Do you think it would be weird if I asked Iba’s mom to teach me? She used to make these little sesame biscuits for Iba. I would always steal them from him. They were so good and he didn’t properly appreciate them anyway.”

“It would absolutely be weird, and I think you should do it anyway,” Rukia proclaimed. She paused. “But maybe you could wait a few more weeks until we tell everyone we’re pregnant so all your friends will stop asking me what’s wrong with you.”

Renji’s eyes widened. “Did your brother say something last night? Because he told me he liked the braid!”

Rukia snorted. “No. He’s worse than you are anyway, he’s been reading books. Please make him stop, if you can. Actually, I’ve been getting complaints about,” she circled a finger in the vicinity of Renji’s chest.

Renji glanced down, and realized that his kosode was still neatly folded up to his collarbone. “Oops, sorry! I told you I didn’t hear you come home.” He immediately began untucking it.

Rukia leaned her chin on her palm, watching his progress. “I realize that making emotionally constipated people face their feelings is usually your department, but it seems you’ve got something heavy rattling around in there. Wanna talk about it?”

Renji’s eyes slid to one side. “Talk about what?”

Rukia cocked an eyebrow and waited.

Renji heaved a sigh. “Do you remember that time, back in Inuzuri, the first time I used my reiatsu in public? When I blocked a lead pipe with my arm?”

Rukia almost choked. “What do you mean, do I remember it? Of course I remember it.”

“Well, not so much that, but do you remember afterward, when you said I was too big and mean to be a sneakthief anymore? That it was better to confront the world and show it what we were made of?”

“I do remember that. I did not call you mean.”

“You probably didn’t. It’s probably just something I thought about myself.” He looked pensive for a moment. “In any case, it was something I really took to heart, especially after we split up. At first, I just wanted to make myself as big and loud and scary as possible. I liked the way people shied away from me. Later on, after I started hanging out with Yumichika, I realized that walking around sexy could be intimidating in a different sort of way, and I liked that, too.”

Rukia had a comment for that, but she decided to just listen, instead.

Renji smoothed the page of his book with his fingers. “I don’t want to look scary anymore.”

“You don’t look scary,” Rukia reassured him. “You haven’t looked scary in a long time.”

“I want to do better than that, though,” Renji frowned. “Has your brother ever talked to you about his dad?”

Rukia blinked, surprised, mostly that Byakuya had talked about Soujun with Renji. “A few times.”

“I, uh, asked him what his dad was like. Since I never had one myself. I expected him to either blow me off or start bellyaching, like he does about his granddad, but he didn’t. He said his pop was very gentle and kind. He said he was a good dad.”

“Byakuya loved his father a lot.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clear.”

“I hope he finished by saying what a good father you will make, but it’s my brother, so I’m sure he didn’t.”

“He said something about how he was sure I would proceed in my own way.”

Rukia sighed again. “Renji, you’ll be a great dad. It’s super obvious. I’ve only told half a dozen people that I’m pregnant and all of them who aren’t Byakuya have immediately reacted with ‘Renji is going to be such a good dad.’ You don’t need to change anything about yourself.”

Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “Well, all my good dad instincts are telling me our kid is gonna wanna fight the world bad enough as it is, that the last thing they need is a dad who wants to fight the world, too. I’ve fought the world long enough. I’m probably never gonna be gentle, but I can try my best to be kind, and I can dress like a normal person in public for a change and… maybe I can make a cookie? It’s worth a try, I think.”

Rukia flashed him a sad, but fond smile. “You’re such a dork. A sweet, thoughtful dork, though, and I will support your experiment, even though you know I love your bazongas more than anyone.”

“‘Bazongas’? Oh no, did those assholes make Momo come and talk to you?”

Rukia shrugged and tried to look innocent.

“Anyway, you’re my wife, I will take them out for you whenever you want.”

“Yay!”

Renji furrowed his brow into its “determined” configuration. “Do not get me wrong. I am actually upping my chest day routine. I am going to keep them immaculate, and when my shirt gets ripped off in a fight, people are going to lose their minds over how lush my boys are.”

“I love you so much,” Rukia replied.

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #this was a lot of fun i got to use all my favorite horrible synonyms for da tiddies #ok maybe not allll my faves

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hello! it's me again!! um.. can i request a day at an amusement park with taichi please? i feel like he doesn't get enough love.

thank you so much for requesting, clover~ ♡ please enjoy this super fluffy piece, just for you~ ´͈ ᵕ `͈ ♡°◌̊ i put lots n lots of #LOVE in it! <3 i love you with all my heart!!!

summary: even cupid deserves love, too!

warnings: bad relationship (slight mention), envy/jealousy, loneliness, misunderstandings

author’s note: happy valentine’s eve eve, my friends! i’m sooo #Happy !! i love valentine’s so much ♡(*´･ω･)(･ω･`*)♡ if you are Free on February 14, i am here waiting with flowers <3 (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**💐 (please celebrate v-day with me TT) ~ in celebration of my favorite holiday, please smile at this fluffy headcanon of taichi as the lovely, adorable cupid! 🏹💗 i love you all!

word count: 3,567

music: heart attack – loona (chuu)

stupid cupid.

🍁🛹 nanao taichi

every year, taichi spent valentine’s day alone

february 14th was another day of being absolutely single. but, for him, there was nothing better than seeing love in the air

especially as the “cupid” working all february long!

as cupid, taichi looked forward to becoming the epitome of pink & red hearts every year. it was a job no one else except him could do; who else to predict the probability of relationships than the matchmaker himself?

taichi loved love! he always could tell when people had crushes on others growing up like it was second nature. he couldn’t even count on both hands how many successful relationships he’s gotten together

love came easy to taichi. it was everything valentine’s was: floating heart balloons, bouquets of red roses, sights only romance movies would show, chocolates that came in heart-shaped boxes, poems from the heart, and so much more~!

the moment taichi set his eyes on someone, it was like he was the one who loaded the arrow and fired it. he knew who liked who, it was what he did best. his intuition was second to none, he was the amusement park’s cupid

for a month, all taichi had to do was sit at a booth and predict a person’s love life leading up to valentine’s day. it was easy money considering his success rate was 99%!

(we don’t talk about the time taichi accidentally caused a break-up... but, that’s beside the point!) (at least they’re happy now...)

yet, there was one thing wrong: taichi was loveless

despite being made of love, breathing love, living out of love, taichi had never celebrated valentine’s. it seemed like all the arrows missed him completely

taichi had never experienced any of the things that made love love, but that was okay! sure, it was a little lonely seeing happy couples all month but... it was worth it to see the smile on people’s faces! love wasn’t just romantic, platonic love was super important!

still... taichi forced himself to smile to apply the heart-shaped blush to his cheeks. there was a part of him, a hole in his heart, that longed to know what valentine’s felt like

FEBRUARY 1 — taichi fluttered the pair of angel wings excitedly, happy to be back in his valentine’s attire. he couldn’t help but jump up and down, squealing about how good it was to be “back in business”

even without his usual pink & red contacts, taichi’s eyes would’ve had heart-shaped pupils with how much love he had for this holiday season! as he greeted his coworkers for the first time in a year, taichi stood out amongst the crowd of workers listening to their orders for the day

as usual, taichi would be the cupid at a small, glittery booth that was louder than life itself. sure, it was a very discreet and low-budget set up, but it always was a fan favorite to catch this valentine’s season

taichi couldn’t help but run off to his station the moment he was dismissed, his wings flapping behind him and sling of heart arrows jostling. he almost slid past his stool but skidded, luckily landing in the right place with a bright grin on his face

when the afternoon officially began with people beginning to come in to the amusement park, taichi tapped his feet with exhiliration. showtime!

“welcome~! find out your love fortune this valentine’s season!” taichi happily advertised, putting his heart and soul into gathering the attention of the masses. slowly but surely, people began flocking to his side, unable to resist the teen’s infectious love and happiness to be here

it was like taichi raised the bow & arrow and fired into the squad. it captured the hearts of a hundred as people sat down across from him, seeking his love & relationship advice

there was a multitude of ways taichi could make someone’s day. whether it was reading love oracle cards or mixing up candy hearts, taichi loved putting on a show for people to enjoy

during a gap between couple sessions, taichi leaned his cheek against his hand and quietly whined to himself. he had recently just met such an adorable and lovey-dovey pair, even he felt sick with how much sweetness there was!

taichi wished he had that... before looking up. suddenly, his heart skipped a beat

it was like the gods & goddesses of love had heard his prayers because today was the first day he saw you

someone passed by the forming line. you hadn’t even noticed him, but taichi had certainly noticed you. when the moment passed and you disappeared, taichi had to focus before getting back into his cupid persona, smiling charmingly like nothing had happened

but, something did happen. taichi had just experienced love at first sight!

taichi hadn’t even had time to load his arrow before you hit him with his

it’s not like he was going to see you again, though... taichi’s loveless life wasn’t a romance film. nor a sappy piece of literature, unfortunately

though, for once, cupid wished he had someone to share this special month with like everyone else

FEBRUARY 3 — taichi was in charge of the valentine’s decorations comimg up. this was perhaps, the best news he had received in his entire life

there was something about folding a million origami hearts that made taichi’s own heart grow a thousand times larger. it was calming during his breaks to fold and fold again, with no thought process behind a skill that came naturally

as taichi cut the colorful paper into the perfect size with ease, he was humming the latest pop song on the radio before he heard something that made his heart break

arguing?! in the loveliest season of the year?!

taichi glanced around and noticed a distinct couple. the pair was fighting rather publicly despite the other person trying to keep their voice down and calm their partner down. before taichi could turn away and mind his own business, they sighed and turned in his direction

taichi felt his breath hitch in his throat as his hands froze, the paper suddenly bent in his tight grip. it was you, the person from two days ago!

so much for it being an one-time thing... taichi could already feel the butterflies in his stomach just at the thought of this being fate. twice in a row? did this mean something?

as taichi tried to search through his brain for what the chick flicks and rom-coms liked to say, you had already left with the person you were arguing with. as they walked ahead of you, you hung your head low with the shame and embarrassment of public humiliation

for some reason, taichi hated seeing you like that despite not knowing anything about you. he was irrationally frustrated as well; how could anyone just make you sad like that and not apologize?

taichi figured he could do one last love reading for the day

when you passed by his booth, you didn’t notice how taichi had left a surprise in your jacket pocket

you exhaled softly when you arrived home, leaning on the door and closing your eyes. when you put your hands in your pockets, you paused as you felt something between your fingers

pulling it out, you noticed a small red origami heart. inside, was a message in a messy, hurried scrawl

“leave them, you deserve better. be with someone who makes you smile! — cupid ♡”

despite everything, you smiled

FEBRUARY 5 — taichi barely had time before there was a person at his booth: you

before taichi could even process that you were real, you spoke: “i broke up with them.”

taichi blinked. this was the first thing he’d learn about you, and it wasn’t even your name! this type of news usually wouldn’t make taichi feel like this, but he was honestly over the moon. he didn’t need to know anything else to know your previous partner had little to no consideration for your feelings

he’d definitely be a better boyfr—wait, what?!

“oh.” taichi said lamely, but his heart jumped when you laughed. it was a nice sound, one that made him think of giant teddy bears and sugary sweet candy. taichi wondered how hard the arrow hit, it must’ve gotten bullseye

“what’s your name?” you took the words right out of his mouth, and taichi blushed under the attention. despite being the main focus of the valentine’s event every year, it was different coming from you. it was like... you were really seeing him

“cupid, at your service!” taichi quickly jumped into character, bowing with a flourish. if he was in an anime, he’d be sparkling with rose effects right now, taichi thought proudly

but, you didn’t clap or amuse him like his other customers. instead, you observed him with a questioning look. it was like you were picturing him without the valentine’s attire, without the wings, bow & arrow, and glitter across his face

“i meant your real name.”

taichi blanked. you were a surprise; he had never been this speechless in his entire life... it was honestly kinda embarrassing for him, taichi was flustered for once

“but, why do you want to know?”

“because you make me smile.”

when taichi told you, you said it aloud and he finally understood what it meant to have a crush

all it took was one conversation and taichi was head over heels for you

FEBRUARY 7 — taichi had never been a target of love before. no one had ever liked him, nor had he ever developed a serious crush on someone before. he was far too busy fixing everyone’s disaster of a love life, never mind his own!

yet, it was like the world aligned so you two could meet. taichi swore the stars aligned, fate was working its magic so you both would meet at this giant amusement park during the most romantic month of the year

even though it had only been a week or so since taichi first met you, it felt like you two knew each other for your whole lives. after getting over the fact you made his heart beat way too fast, taichi quickly warmed up to you and vise versa

while you only came to actually thank cupid for helping you get out of a bad relationship, you realized you very much liked the person behind the angel wings. taichi was everything you expected and more, with his personality that reminded you valentine’s maybe wasn’t so bad

speaking of, taichi was absolutely in hysterics when he found out your stance on valentine’s

“what?! what do you mean you don’t....” taichi took in a deep breath, as if it pained him to continue. “you don’t like valentine’s day?!”

you knew it was ironic to befriend literal cupid when you didn’t have a taste for romance to begin with, but you tried to hide your entertained expression with a lighthearted eye roll

“i’ve never celebrated it. it seems like a capitalistic excuse to buy a bunch of overpriced stuff, to be honest.”

you physically winced when you heard the crack of taichi’s poor, poor heart. his puppy eyes widened at your revelation and leaned forward, uncharacteristically serious for his cupid persona. luckily, he was taking a fifteen-minute break so the curtains were drawn to hide his immense sadness

“b-but!” taichi spluttered, his brain running a million arguments at once, which was way too fast for his mouth. “it’s valentine’s day! it’s sooo romantic! love is everywhere! how can you not love love?”

you thought about it some more before shrugging, crossing your legs and trying to not break taichi’s heart even more. the poor cupid, it looked like he was going to cry like a baby

“why do you love love then?”

only you could render taichi silent. he had never been truly asked that question before, nor had he reflected on why he was the first person to become cupid every year

when taichi struggled to answer, you waited before he started speaking. it lacked the usual wonder and excitement he always had, it seemed like it was almost... personal

“i love love because... love is who i am. i didn’t...” taichi stopped, as if considering sharing with you before continuing, not giving you the second to tell him he didn’t have to. he wanted to, anyways

“i didn’t have love to call my own, at least, not the way i wanted it. so, i made my own love. i love people, i love the world, i love everything. everything deserves love! just because i love a lot, doesn’t make it any less special.”

you thought taichi would’ve said the expensive bouquets florists made of the prettiest roses. or the largest stuffed animals holding stitched plush hearts in their paws. or sunsets with classical music playing in the background like a nicholas sparks film. not... not that

“okay you sap, maybe valentine’s day isn’t that bad if you like it, then.”

taichi’s wings fluttered and he sat up, a smile upon his face

“i promise, valentine’s day is the best!”

now, that i’ve met you, taichi thought

FEBRUARY 9 — taichi came to work only to find a bouquet of flowers upon his booth. they were the grandest displays of affection yet, with the best-smelling hundred petal roses he had ever imagined

you, on the other hand, weren’t so impressed

“cupid, have you stolen the heart of another?” you said in the tone of a dramatic shakespearian actor, pretending to swoon when taichi hid his face in the flowers

“i... usually get flowers like these when i work, it’s nothing, really.” taichi mumbled, holding the flowers to his chest as a warm feeling spread across his body. he usually never got flowers, this was the first time someone had found his charms alluring enough to gift him such a pricey present

one look and you already knew he was lying. your heart fell a little when you noticed how happy taichi was, but you pretended to not care as you winked at him

“oh~ taichi has a lover now, huh?” he giggled in response, adamantly denying it despite holding the bouquet like it was his most prized possession. you glared a little harder at the red roses more than you’d like to admit

why were you feeling so... jealous? it’s not like you wanted the flowers or anything so—oh

when taichi turned that lovesick gaze towards you, you suddenly felt like you were on a sugar rush

when taichi performed his role better than ever with his newfound love for all things traditionally romantic, you watched off to the side

you reached up to your chest to feel the arrow, but to no avail

have you fallen for cupid?

FEBRUARY 11 — taichi shuffled the cards professionally, but his behavior was anything but that. the last time you had sat on the other side of the booth was days ago, but here you were, waiting for your love reading

when taichi met you, you weren’t a person who heavily believed in love. romance wasn’t something that made you happy nor did valentine’s day make you count down to february 14th like him. yet, you suddenly paid for a reading

you stared expectantly at him, your face once again unreadable and hard to distinguish. even if taichi was friends with you, he never mastered the art of reading you like a romance book. it was one of his most prominent talents, too, so it was strange why he couldn’t

you only showed him what you wanted him to see, unfortunately. regardless, taichi did the whole shebang, theatrics and all even if you had seen it a thousand times by now

“welcome to cupid’s love booth! let me read your love life~” taichi laid out the pink cards in a pretty, attention-grabbing manner before asking you to pick three. you did so relatively quickly, which taichi admired you for (he had once sat waiting for someone to pick, but they had taken nearly ten minutes. there was only so much cupid could do)

when taichi flipped them over, it was surprising, to say the least. of course, you didn’t understand a thing as you waited for him to explain. however, taichi fell quiet, reading the cards with furrowed eyebrows

“awww, come on, cupid, give it to me straight. am i destined to be single forever?” you joked but a part of you worried about taichi’s reaction. even though he wore his heart on his sleeve and always expressed his feelings, he had never reacted this negatively to a reading before

taichi laughed at your joke, but it felt like a customer service one. it seemed strained and before you could ask if he was okay, taichi’s brilliant wink put him back as the amusement park’s favorite cupid

“is there someone you’re not telling me about~? it seems like you have a friend you like, am i right?” taichi had hit bullseye; how did he know just from those cards? you didn’t answer, just offering an innocent shrug as if you didn’t care. you very much did, though

“so i am! i’m seeing that you’ve recently liked them, ahhh, young love~” taichi sighed, as if in love with the concept already. “looks like love’s in the air, my dear, so don’t worry about a thing! they like you back, without a doubt.”

you looked up at this, eyes wide before returning to your nonchalant state. taichi wondered what that could’ve meant even as he tried to maintain his shaking hands

“they do? how do you know?”

taichi held a finger to his lips, as if it was a secret only cupid could know

“shhh, i just know. trust me, they’d be a fool to not like you back.”

you could tell it wasn’t cupid just talking, and you knew what you had to do

“i’ll ask them to be my valentine tomorrow, then.”

taichi’s heart broke but... as long as you were happy, how could he say no?

FEBRUARY 13 — taichi wished he had a valentine. if only you liked him, maybe he would’ve asked you, his first crush, to be his this month (and even longer). but, you were somewhere else, asking someone else to be your valentine

taichi frowned, finding it hard to maintain his happy excitement forever as the line began becoming longer and longer. taichi huffed, looking around as if you’d suddenly appear. but, taichi’s life wasn’t a movie...

“hey cupid, why so sad?”

taichi turned around to see the biggest plushie he had seen in his entire life. it covered your entire frame, with the dog ears flopping over its giant black eyes cutely. in its arms was a red heart with the cursive words “i like you!” in white stitching

before taichi could even react, you peeked over the plush’s shoulder with a slightly embarrassed look

“can you take it already? i’ve been getting weird looks from everyone i’ve walked by.”

taichi took the plush and placed it on the seat next to him, about to speak before you pulled out an even bigger bouquet from behind your back

they weren’t just red roses. they were a rainbow of them, ranging from pink, white, yellow, blue, red, and even black! taichi could barely even count how many there were before you passed it to him, doing your best to not pass out and die from how sappy this all was

“see, these are even better than the bouquet you got last time. i clearly am the better, uh, person for you, you know?” taichi didn’t have the time to respond before you turned around again and presented a display of chocolates, all of them heart-shaped and tied in ribbon

“you like chocolate, right? yeah, of course you do, i also got—” before you could keep rambling, taichi gently held your hand. your heartrate skyrocketed and you froze, unsure of what to do when taichi was looking at you with his heart eyes

“you got all of this... for me?” taichi was genuinely amazed and flattered, a light dust of red across his cheeks at how romantic all of this was. you blushed as well, looking away bashfully

“i mean, yeah. i don’t see anyone else around.”

“but... you don’t like valentine’s day?”

you sighed, knowing the next words out of your mouth are word he’s going to never let you forget

“but, i like you.”

“but... i thought you liked someone else?”

“stupid cupid, i like you. only you.”

taichi stood up, not as cupid, but as himself. when he softly turned your head towards him, he smiled gently, squeezing your hands with all the appreciation in the world

“i like you, too. with or without the romance, i would’ve said yes to being your valentine no matter what you did.”

you breathed a sigh of relief. sure, you didn’t love love like taichi, but... he deserved it

“i have an idea.” you proposed, leaning in closer as taichi awaited your response with bated breath

“you should open a kissing booth.”

“you’d be my only customer.”

“then give me my kiss already!”

FEBRUARY 14 (valentine’s day) — every year, taichi spent valentine’s alone. until, he met you

“stupid cupid, i like you.”

you and taichi were shot by cupid’s arrow this valentine’s day

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I had the idea of Juza hugging Kumon and his mom, crying bc he was finally able to audition/get accepted into theatre, and then I wrote this.

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gift for @xxxbookaholic

Juza had told his mother and brother about his dreams of being an actor a lot. They supported him through it all. He went to auditions for the school plays and was turned down immediately. In his first year of middle school, he stopped going to auditions. What was the point if he was only going to be turned away in the end? Juza had long since given up hope on his dream, yet now, just a few years after he had given up he got to see his cousin on stage. Muku who had always been anxious and shy was standing boldly on stage and being a new person. Juza wished he could do that. To stand on stage and be someone that people would be afraid of or start fights with. He wanted a place to escape. After the play had ended, Juza got up to leave, he didn’t want to embarrass Muku by showing his face backstage, besides Mom was back home with Kumon who was sick with a fever and could probably use some help around the house. A small flyer caught his attention. He wasn’t sure why he grabbed it, he just knew he had to keep it away from his family. He had long since given up on his dream to stand on stage, he hadn’t auditioned in years, he hadn’t been to a theatre in years before tonight, and still, he found himself folding the paper into a small square and shoving it in his pocket.

Mankai Company is looking for actors for the new Autumn Troupe. Auditions are going to be held tomorrow, August 28, at 9 am in the Mankai Theatre.

When Juza got home he kept the paper in his pocket so it wouldn’t be found and put his jacket on his bed. All auditions ended the same for him. He knew he’d be turned away at the door. If he didn’t tell mom or Kumon, well it’d just keep them from feeling sad for him. He went to check on Kumon who was sleeping, and made his way back to his room to get ready for bed. He fell asleep to thoughts of standing on stage.

The next morning, Juza got ready quicker than normal. He didn’t want to be late to the auditions. Better to be early so nobody else could see him get turned away as soon as he walked in. He checked his jacket pocket and sighed in relief, the paper was still there so nobody knew. He checked on Kumon, who was still sleeping and feverish, before hugging his mother and telling her he’d be back a little bit later.

Juza would have been on time had it not been for the punk Banri following him and trying to pick fights with him every other minute. Now, because he had to spend so long trying to ditch Banri, he was late and would have to deal with the embarrassment of everybody seeing him turned away at the door.

He looked at the theatre sign. Maybe he could just walk away now and forget about all of this.

“Excuse me, are you here for the Autumn Troupe auditions?”

Juza turned around, very surprised at the sudden voice next to him. It was a shorter man with glasses and a really bad sense of style.

“Don’t be shy, come on in!”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Isuke Matsukawa, the manager at Mankai. The director is inside with the Summer Troupe and a couple others who just walked in. Would you like me to show you to the stage where the auditions are going to be?”

Juza was confused. This short man, Matsukawa, was offering to show him to the stage for auditions? Was he really not going to be turned away? Would he actually have a chance? For the first time since he saw the paper, he wished he had mentioned it to his mom and brother. They’d be so happy he’d get to actually audition.

“Thank you. That would be nice, sir.”

“You can drop the sir part, it makes me feel old. Anyway, follow me!”

Matsukawa led Juza into the theatre where he had been the night before, watching Muku shine on stage. Today he saw the summer troupe in casual clothes and two boys who were chatting with everybody there. In the middle of the group was the odd one, the only girl. She had long brown hair that went down to her waist and Juza thought her eyes looked like they were the same color as caramel.

“That’s Izumi Tachibana, the director. She’s doing the auditions today!”

Juza suddenly felt his heart drop. Girls tended to avoid him or run away from him and if she was doing the auditions, she probably wouldn’t take him seriously, if she even let him up on stage at all.

“Director” Matsukawa called out and Izumi looked up and smiled. “I found someone interested in auditioning!”

He led Juza down to the group, and suddenly he was standing next to Muku.

“Ju-”

Juza slightly shook his head. He didn’t want them to think any less of Muku because they were related. It’d be best if Muku didn’t talk to him casually.

“What’s your name?” Izumi asked as Matsukawa made his way outside.

“Juza Hyodo.”

“Hi, Juza, I’m Izumi Tachibana, the director of Mankai Company. The summer troupe is here helping with auditions!”

“I’m Muku Sakisaka.”

“Kazunari Miyoshi, my dude! Nice to meet you!”

“I’m Yuki Rurikawa. Yes, I wear dresses and yes, I am a boy. Hack, just because you’re a celebrity doesn’t mean you happen to be exempt from introductions!”

“I know that! And I’m not a hack! Tenma Sumeragi, Summer Troupe leader.”

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiii! I’m Misumi! Do you like tri-tri-triangles?”

This was a weird bunch of people. “Nice to meet you all and triangles are cool I guess?”

The purple haired one, Misumi smiled at him and shoved something in his hands. “Here’s a Mr. Triangle for you! He’ll give you good luck!”

“Misumi.” Izumi called out. “We’ve talked about this. You have to ask if it’s okay to give them a Mr. Triangle.”

“Because people may not like it being shoved at them and I need to wait for an answer?”

“Exactly! I’m glad you remember it, but you should apologize and ask if he wants to still hold it, okay?”

“Okaaaaaay.” Misumi turned away from Izumi back to him. “Sorry for shoving a Mr. Triangle at you. I should have asked if you wanted to hold him before giving him to you, because it’s rude to randomly shove things at people and I should have waited so you could answer. Do you still want to hold Mr. Triangle?”

Juza smiled at him. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll hold him. Thank you.”

Misumi smiled. “Yay! Juza likes the Mr. Triangle!”

“Alright boys, if you’re auditioning I want you to line up in front of the stage! Summer Troupe, you can sit down along the first row if you want.”

Juza made his way to the stage next to two others. A man with brown hair and a scar on his chin and a boy with red hair. They both smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I found another one interested!” Matsukawa burst in and Juza felt his heart drop as he stared at the face who was beside him, Banri Settsu.

“I didn’t say I was interested, asshat! I was looking for someone to fight!”

“What are you doing here?”

Banri noticed Juza standing there. “That’s my line, asshole.” He took a step forward and Juza followed suit. Red hair looked like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Brown hair had a look on his face that Juza couldn’t read.

“Well, this isn’t very peaceful.” Brown hair spoke up.

Suddenly Red hair’s face lit up. “I know you, Juza! You go to my school!”

Banri shot off another insult and Juza fired one back. They kept this going until a voice cut through.

“Will the both of you stop with the shouting! If you don’t wanna be here then leave. The only fights that should happen in theatre are stage fights!”

Juza and Banri both froze to see a blonde man standing in the doorway with a very serious look on his face. Juza stepped back beside red hair. Banri stood on his other side. Izumi’s face lit up. Juza noticed Muku looked scared. If he learned that the blonde man had somehow hurt Muku, he would fight him right here.

“Thank you for coming! I didn’t think you’d make it!”

“Wait, Sakyo was the other person you scouted for Autumn?”

Juza filed this information away. If Muku knew the man’s name was Sakyo and looked scared of him, something might have happened and Juza was ready to throw punches if he learned of any incidents.

“It’s the Yakuza.” Green hair said, Juza thought they said their name was Yuki, but he couldn’t remember.

And then his full line hit Juza as red hair spoke up. “Y-yakuza?”

“Now, now, looks can be deceiving.” Izumi spoke up. “Sakyo has watched over the theatre for years. He knows and loves this company more than anybody else here. I think he’s a necessary asset to us.”

“So he’s not just a scary debt collector?” Tenma asked.

“Can we stop with the idle talking and get on to acting? I have other things to do today.” Sakyo spoke up.

Izumi nodded and gestured for him to join the line and then passed lines to everybody. “When you boys go up on stage I want you to introduce yourself and tell us your experience with acting, then recite the lines I gave you.”

Brown hair went up first. “My name is Omi Fushimi, I’m a uni student at Yosei University, and I’m in the photography club. I’ve never acted before.”

Juza thought Omi did well. His voice was loud and clear, even if he didn’t know how to move. He finished and Izumi gestured for him to join Summer Troupe in the front row.

Red hair walked up. “My name is Taichi Nanao, and I’m a second year at O High! I’m a total newbie to this as well!”

For being a total newbie, Taichi did amazing. His voice was loud and clear, and his actions were a bit clumsy, but you could tell what he wanted to show.

Izumi pointed at Banri and he went up. “Banri Settsu, Hana High third year. Never been on a stage before.”

Juza hated to admit it, but Banri was good. He had good timing for pausing and expressed his emotions clearly, his voice was loud and clear. He was even better than Taichi had been.

“Are you sure you’ve never been on stage before?”

“Yeah, but it ain’t no problem for me.”

“Alright. Can you come join the others on the front row? Juza, you’re next.”

Juza was terrified. “I’m Juza Hyodo, a third year at O High. I’ve never acted before.”

He went through his lines and when he was done he looked into the audience seats. Summer Troupe looked intrigued, Omi had a sad smile on his face, and Taichi gave him a thumbs up. Banri started laughing.

“You are the worst, Hyodo, I swear-”

“Banri, if you are going to bully Juza or anybody else you will not be allowed to join this company do you understand.” Izumi had a steely look on her face and Juza imagined that if she got really angry she’d be scarier than the Sakyo guy.

“I want to join the theatre, please.” Juza ignored Banri and bowed as low as he possibly could.

“Stand up, Juza. You can join.” Izumi smiled softly at him.

“Really?”

“Of course. Go sit in the front row.’

“How do you plan to improve Hyodo’s acting?”

“Izumi makes training regimens for each actor so they can work on the things they struggle with! They’re really fun and the others are always happy to join you if you want them too! They helped me be less anxious!” Muku spoke up. Summer troupe nodded.

“Yeah, Sakuya, the Spring Troupe leader, said that she’ll adjust the regimens as needed!” Tenma added on. “She does her research and thinks about what would be best for each actor to develop and grow, both on and off stage!”

“So he’s really going to join?” Banri seemed like he was trying to convince himself it was a joke.

“It’s better to have someone with little talent and lots of passion than someone with some talent and no passion. If you don’t like it, you can leave, the door is back there, boy.”

“What’d you just say to me, you old man?”

“Alright, both of you, stop it. Juza is joining and that’s final. Juza, you can come find a seat down here.”

Juza sat beside Misumi and pulled the Mr. Triangle out of his pocket. “Do you want your triangle back?”

Misumi smiled at him. “You can keep him! He’s going to bring you good luck!”

Juza smiled at him. “Thank you, Misumi.”

Sakyo walked on stage. “I’m Sakyo Furuichi. I work with the Ginsenkai Family. I acted as a kid, but I haven’t been on stage since.”

Though he said he hadn’t been on stage since he was young, Juza could tell he remembered the basics. His voice was clear and smooth, and his actions were clumsy like Taichi’s but he was able to cover up some of the clumsiness by changing his actions.

“Welcome, boys, to the Mankai Company Autumn Troupe! Now, for some smaller details now that you’ve joined. Mankai company has dorms that are available if you want to stay there. If you are a minor, I will need to call and talk to your parents to get their permission. If you don’t want to stay in the dorms, or you are unable to, you can still travel between the theatre and your house.”

The other four boys volunteered to stay in the dorms and after some phone calls Banri and Taichi were allowed to join Omi and Sakyo in the dorms.

Izumi turned to Juza. “Would you like to stay in the dorms? Moving day is next Saturday.”

“Can I talk to my family first and talk to you about it later?”

Izumi smiled. “Of course. Sakuya from Spring Troupe is usually here practicing, but the others come in often as well, so stop by here and someone can lead you to the dorms to talk to me, okay.”

Juza nodded. The boys all went their separate ways.

Juza felt like he was in a dream his entire walk home. For the first time in his life, he was able to audition and he got accepted in, even though he was so bad compared to everyone else. He opened the door. “I’m home.”

“Welcome back, Juza!” His mom poked her head around the corner. “Juza, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“His mom wiped her thumb across his face. “You’re crying. Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“I- actually, is Kumon awake?”

“Yeah, his fever went down a bit. He’s been waiting for you. Let me check you for injuries.”

“Mom, I’m not injured, I swear, but I need to talk to you and Kumon together, so I’ll bring him to the couch, okay.”

“If you insist you aren’t hurt, I’ll believe you, but if you are lying to me, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Understood.” Juza smiled and made his way to Kumon’s room. He knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

“Hey, Kumon. Are you feeling better?”

Kumon beamed at him. “Yep! My fever went down a bit! Are you crying? Is everything okay? Did you get hurt? Does mom know?”

“Kumon, I’m not hurt.”

“Pinky promise?” Kumon held up a hand, pinky extended.

Juza linked their hands, “Pinky promise.” Kumon smiled. “Good.”

“I do need to talk to you and mom together. Are you feeling well enough to go to the couch?”

Kumon nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Juza stayed by his side as they made their way down the hall to the living room. Kumon sat on the couch and tried to catch his breath. Their mom walked in and handed Kumon a glass of water before sitting down next to him. Juza sat across from them on the other couch.

“I didn’t tell you where I was going today.”

“Yes, you did leave that detail out when you left.”

“I found a flyer last night. For auditions for a theatre troupe.”

Kumon looked up with wide eyes and his mom smiled at him gently. “Is that why you were crying? Did you get turned away again?”

“No, they let me audition.”

His mom and Kumon froze for a moment before smiling like crazy.

“What happened, Juza?” Kumon was vibrating in his spot.

“I got accepted into the theatre company.” Juza was aware that tears were falling down his face again, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care as his brother and mother ran over to hug him.

“Which theatre company did you join?”

“Mankai Company.”

“I’ve heard of them somewhere.”

“Auntie and Uncle mentioned them. It’s Muku’s theatre troupe.”

“You’ll be acting with Muku!”

“No, Mankai is split into four sub-troupes based on the seasons. Muku is in the Summer Troupe. I am in the Autumn Troupe.”

“That’s amazing!”

“There’s more. They have dorms. The director wanted to know if I’d be interested in staying there. Moving day is next Saturday, and she’ll need your permission to allow me to stay there.”

His mom smiled at him. “Do you want to stay in the dorms?”

“I do. There are other actors there I can learn from and I want to stay close so I can get along with my troupe mates.”

“Then I give my permission.”

“I’ll visit often, I promise.”

“Juza, what’s in your pocket?”

Juza pulled out the Mr. Triangle. “When I first walked into the theatre one of the Summer Troupe boys, Misumi, shoved it in my hands. He said it was a Mr. Triangle for good luck. He also told me I could keep it.”

“That was very kind of him.”

“It must really have good luck in it! You get it and then you can audition for the first time and you get accepted into the same troupe as Muku!

Juza smiled. “I think you’re right, Kumon.”

“When can I talk to the director about you staying in the dorms?”

“She said that tomorrow there’ll be guys in the theatre who can take us to the dorms to talk to her.”

“I wanna go too.”

“If your fever is still there, you’ll be staying in bed. If it’s gone, you have baseball practice.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Don’t worry Kumon. I’m sure you can stop by to visit the dorm sometime.”

“Okay.”

The next morning Juza wove through the streets with his mother until they were in front of the theatre. Juza opened the door.

“Citron, I don’t think that prop can be used as a sword1” A pink-haired boy was frantically trying to take a prop away from a man in a foreign looking outfit, who was laughing as he swung the prop around. The pink-haired boy looked up. “Oh, hello! I’m Sakuya, leader of the Spring Troupe! Can I help you?”

“I’m Juza Hyodo, this is my mom. I auditioned yesterday and needed to talk to my family about the dorms. I was told I could come here and someone would be able to bring me to the Director?”

“Nice to meet you, Juza! Nice to meet you, ma’am!” Sakuya smiled and jumped off the stage, the other one (Citron?) following close behind. “Just follow us!”

“Hi! I’m Citron!”

“Hello. Thank you.”

Sakuya and Citron led Juza and his mom down the road until they were in front of a large dorm building. Misumi was laying on the ground with a boy Juza didn’t recognize from auditions. Kazunari and Yuki saw Juza and made their way over.

“Hey! It’s Hyodle! What’s up, my dude? You here to talk to the director?” Kazunari was bouncing with energy.

“Hyodle?”

“Sorry, Friendly McExtrovert here gives everybody nicknames like that. I’m Yuki, in case you didn’t remember my name. There were a lot of names to remember yesterday.”

“We needed to talk to the director. Sakuya and Citron brought us here.” Juza looked around and realized the two had disappeared.

“They probably went back to the theatre. If they brought you here then they probably went back to clean up and lock up the theatre. They’ll be back soon.” Yuki turned and waved for them to follow.

Inside was chaotic. Several boys were running around. A couple of boys were arguing in the corner about something. Izumi stepped out from the hallway and all the boys froze.

“Please keep it down, I’m on the phone with Sakuya. He did well on his history test so he gets to choose what dinner is tonight.” She looked up and smiled at Juza and his mom. “I’ll be with you two in a moment, please, have a seat.”

Several boys finally noticed Juza and his mom standing awkwardly off to the side. Izumi stepped back into the room. “Would you two like to talk in the courtyard outside? Or maybe the kitchen?”

“The kitchen would be fine, dear.”

Juza and his mom followed Izumi back.

“Your name is Juza Hyodo, right?”

Juza nodded.

“Great! I wanted to make sure I remembered it properly.” She sent a smile to him and directed her attention to the side. “Are you his parent?”

“Yes, I’m his mother.”

“I’m assuming you’re here to talk with me about whatever decision you’ve made regarding the dorms.”

“You would be correct, dear. I wanted to let you know I’m giving permission for him to stay here.”

“That’s great! Saturday is move in day and we’ll decide roommates then too! Do either of you have questions about anything?”

“I have a few for you, dear.”

“Okay, ma’am. Juza, if you don’t have any questions you are more than welcome to go introduce yourself to the spring and summer troupes and explore the building.”

Juza nodded and got up.

This would be the start of a new Juza Hyodo.

#juza hyodo #kumon hyodo #a3!#my fic #autumn troupe

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Dreamer’s Disease

Day 10 of Ichiruki month 2020

Summary: It takes her the fourth- or maybe the fifth sleepover to admit that she’s catching feelings from him- Ichigo Kurosaki, her sort-of friends with benefits from Physics.

And for the love of God and Chappy, it is not a revelation that she takes well to.

Rating: MA

FF/ao3

Newton's 3rd Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The morning light is blinding.

Rukia wakes up to his mouth pressing incessantly against her skin, dropping fervent kisses and the occasional nip or two as she blinks blearily at her surroundings. Sometime during the night she shifted and they ended up in a mess of tangled limbs- hip pressed against hip, his hand woven into her hair, her legs wrapped around his waist. His unspoken invitation to fill an ache that is equal parts of a want and a need earns him a lazy moan- heavy with sleep but he takes it anyway.

It becomes reciprocal enough when she slants her mouth to his and digs her heels into his lower back.

Languid muscles stretch and she maps his body like a canvas, tracing the outline of every bump and scar that she could lay her hands on. Warm hands grip at her hips, spreading her thighs apart as he settles himself between them. Fingers leave their temporary perch at the back of her knee to coat themselves in her warmth, pumping, curling- leaving her with the need for more as he tests her slickness.

The euphoria that she feels flooding her veins is entirely visceral when he sinks into her.

She cries out- in pain, in pleasure. His teeth are sharper than expected, drawing blood when she yields and bares her neck to him. Tentative licks follow but he's too far gone to be entirely gentle with the gesture when his mouth envelops her tender tit and clamps down on her nipple.

She feels limbless and unbound, pliable in his hands as he takes her into his arms and throws her legs over his shoulders. He moans her name, drawing the syllables out, punctuating each one with a hard thrust of his hips.

She gasps.

The new angle hits her just right and the world is beautiful in the way light streams through barely open blinds- the way it gilds him, hits his jawline perfectly and leaves him bronze and golden and a hundred thousand adjectives she can't quite string together as her mind hazes.

The want in her unfurls- feral and a little unhinged in her desperation. She tugs at his hair, hears him hiss when her nails dig a little too harshly into his skin. He pays her back in kind with the near painful nip on her lower lip- a little of a punishment and a warning but Rukia is unrepentant.

Violet eyes burn into his as she gives him a challenging look by way of the defiant tilt of her chin, daring him to do his worst, welcomes it even.

"Brat," he growls, tightening his grip on her thighs and the curve of his lips is almost sadistic as he withdraws- slow and purposeful enough to make Rukia whimper in response only to slam back harder into her.

Her vision swims, body shuddering as he holds her in place, frantic thrusts pumping in and out of her slickness. The sounds their bodies make with each other, her quick, shaky breathless sighs in contrast to his grunts and curses- deep, groaning voice straining, steeped in his ache—

"Look at me."

His hand cups her jaw, husky voice harshly demanding her obedience and she struggles to keep up. Her eyelids flutter but it's too hard, she thinks. And entirely unfair that he's there coherently stringing along full sentences albeit struggling in some parts while she's lying on her back, her pussy stretched out and filled up, too rawed to find her voice.

"I want to see your eyes when you come."

She starts to protest, wants to tell him that it's too hard but the tug on her hair is sharp and sudden and her eyes widen in surprise, blinking away the tears.

She sees him.

Him with his pretty eyes, the hungry gleam behind them and his devastating smirk, the veins in his neck stretching, the bob of his Adam's apple; the shameless way her body responds to his, the squelch of their naked sex as their bodies come together only to fall apart in each other's arms.

She's a lost cause. Her walls clench and she climaxes with a scream that has him tumbling down the abyss after her.

Coming back down from the high is always the hardest part.

Her body is sore and satiated, mind still a hundred miles away as he peels off the used condom and throws it away.

His heat is delicious and when he leans in to plant lazy kisses on her still flushed skin, she's almost tempted to start something else.

She doesn't of course. Class starts in an hour and everyone knows Kurotsuchi is a sadistic motherfucker who likes to sweep in at least 15 minutes earlier and declare whoever that comes in later than him as a latecomer and bar said 'latecomer' from attending the lecture.

"Do you want your eggs scrambled?"

She nods, gives herself a mental pat on the shoulder when she doesn't whimper or reach out for him when he picks himself up- butt naked still and really he knows what the sight of his ass does to her- pads over to the kitchen.

Her brain is screaming at her to leave. She's getting too attached to him- too used to the idea of sleeping over with breakfast served when they both got into the arrangement knowing full well that things were supposed to be fun and casual- read: no strings attached friends with benefits.

Catching feelings for her fellow classmate who may have won the genetic lottery when it comes to bedroom eyes and to-die-for jawline, is the last thing she needs.

But then the aroma of food fills her senses and her stomach rumbles in response.

She sighs. Did she mention that he cooks too?

Rolling over to her side, Rukia tells herself to consider the facts: that Ichigo's flat is only 10 minutes away from campus (6 really if they run), that he's already cooking her breakfast and it would seem so horribly rude if she couldn't even stay after he went through all that trouble- she bites her lips, and reasons that maybe she can stay a little longer.

Like two responsible adults and upstanding citizens in the making, they end up missing the lecture.

A quickie in the showers somehow turns into another thing and this other thing leads into her fucking his brains out- cow girl style (her way of saying thank you for the meal and multiple orgasms among other things) and then by the time she comes to… well- is there really a point to attending lectures or doing anything for that matter when her knees are so wobbly she can barely walk in a straight line?

When she finally leaves his place, it's already the morning after and Rukia knows she has a problem when she can't even bring herself to care about her attendance record.

That was weeks ago.

Now she's avoiding the hell out of him. Ducks into the girl's toilet whenever she sees even a hint of orange coming her way and makes up excuses or straight up ghosts him when he texts her to come over.

Anyone with eyes could see that she's avoiding him and when even the ever-so discreet Rangiku Matsumoto makes it a point to ask you about it- you know you're in deep shit.

So she makes up some half-assed excuse about catching up on assignments. She is an Engineering major- the work is supposed to be gruelling, and it should hardly be a surprise to anyone if she deigns that she's in need of a sabbatical break from the drama and just focus on good old-fashioned scholarly stuff.

Or at least that's what she keeps telling everyone (herself included), however unconvincing they may find her excuses to be.

Of course, it's still entirely possible that he would seek her out himself. It just isn't a possibility that she entertains much given their limited history together- they just share Physics together, united by their mutual dislike of the teaching professor and early morning lectures, they don't even have the same major for crying out loud! The whole sharing bodily fluids business was nothing more than an unfortunate case of alcohol intoxication, human biology and the age-old curse of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The subsequent decision to be friends with benefits was clearly the culmination of a series of bad decisions and just as impressive alcohol poisoning.

Rukia hurls the contents of her breakfast into the toilet bowl. Her throat burns and the taste of bile lingers so badly that mouthwash is needed.

Weakly, she creeps out of her bathroom- more crawling than actually walking at this stage and calls Renji.

Her childhood best friend answers on the third ring and judging by his unusually high-pitched voice, was anxious to the point of hyperventilation.

"Where are you, Rukia? Classes started an hour ago! Our presentation is up next!"

She groans. Her stomach does a little flip at the thought of public-speaking and she thinks she's due another visit to the porcelain god.

"Renji, I'm sick."

"Seriously? How?" he screeched.

"Bad sushi," she offers by way of explanation. They got a little too carried away with Nanao's twenty-third birthday last night and decided to splurge. The menu said it was an all-you-can-eat buffet and the sashimi- her face turns green; oh it was definitely the sashimi, she pigged out on them and among the girls, she seems to have it worst. When she finally regains her ability to keep food down and walk like a normal person again, the first thing she is going to do is give the Japanese restaurant a one-star review on Google.

Renji seems to be talking gibberish on the other end and she hisses at him to calm down.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out right now. You're supposed to be giving the presentation. And you know that I'm not exactly on speaking terms with Shuuhei right now because of you-know-what."

She sighs, ignoring the way her hair is plastered to her forehead in cold sweat. Boys are stupid and their topics of heated debate infinitely stupider. It's something to do with sports, beyond that Rukia doesn't really understand. Nor does she particularly care.

They're both such drama queens. Never again, she tells herself, is she ever going to partner with either of them for a group project.

"Just read out the discussion part. You'll be fine."

Renji has the charisma of a natural-born leader and the confidence to boot, as long as he doesn't freak out from stage fright- they'll be fine. Rukia proofread the report twice. Their maths is sound and the theoretical component to their project, flawless.

"Ok. But are you sure you're going to be fine? I'll drop by after lecture with some soup."

"Ok. Just leave it outside the door. I might not have the energy to open the door to let you in."

"Alright. Sweet corn soup ok?"

She scoffs.

"Cheapskate. You can do better than that," She's due a bit more by way of compensation. As the hard-carry for the team, Renji owes her that much at least. "I want steaming hot chicken and ginger congee with spring onions and a side serving of pickled cucumber."

"Well how am I gonna get that?"

She shouldn't have thought about food. The churning in her stomach is starting again and she dives for the toilet, barely making it in time.

"Figure it out, dumbass!"

She is woken up by the hard thumps on the door. It takes her a while to gain her bearings and get up from bed.

She almost wishes that Renji would stop knocking so loudly. It is making her head pound and the room is spinning until her hand catches on the door knob and twists it open. The breath of fresh air and sunlight on her skin makes the sickness a little more bearable and for the first time in the hours since she's been puking her guts out, she is finally feeling something other than nausea.

"Yo."

She blinks, desperately trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes because she could have sworn that it's Ichigo standing outside the door, arms laden with groceries and food stuff.

Rukia almost slams the door shut in his face. She's suddenly feeling all sorts of self-conscious about her appearance, about her messy knot of hair, her poor sickly complexion, and the fact that she can barely stand upright without holding onto the door.

Clad in her old high school jersey that doubles as her nightie, it takes her a whole minute of standing at the door, gapping like an idiot at the sight of him to realize that she's braless underneath it and Ichigo is staring at her breasts and oh god, she thinks she's going to be sick.

She lets go of the door knob and it's the mother of all bad ideas when she notices that her head is suddenly much lighter than her feet and she's falling—

Strong arms grip at her waist and she is so glad that he's not wearing any cologne as she clings on to him by his shirt. The smell of clean laundry and body warmth- a hint of peppermint from his aftershave, soothes her enough that her stomach stops churning.

"Woah. You're literally falling for me here, Kuchiki. Have some tact. We're still in the hallway. What will the neighbours say?"

Rukia snorts- retort half-forming at the tip of her tongue that he shouldn't be flattering himself but manages only to shoot a baleful glare at him. The lack of a proper retort is proof enough that she truly isn't feeling herself.

His amusement morphs into a look of concern, eyebrows furrowing as he tightens his hold on her.

"You're really sick, huh?"

A weak nod is all that she can manage. When he presses a cool hand against her forehead, it takes her all the self-restraint that she can muster not to whine or whimper. Clammy skin notwithstanding, her body feels hot and she thinks she's had enough of standing up now. He purses his lips, taking charge of the situation as he ushers her indoors and shuts the door behind them.

"Let's get you settled into bed."

He's still there when she wakes up.

The sun has only just set and the glow of her table lamp casts him in hues of soft yellow. She wants to believe that it's something more than pity in his eyes when he locks gaze with her.

"Hey," she calls out weakly.

There's a wet flannel on her forehead and a blanket thrown over her. His weight settles comfortably next to her on the mattress, keeping her warmer still. With his help, she manages to prop herself to sit upright and grabs the glass of water on her side.

"Right back at you, sleeping beauty. Feeling better?"

She nods. The water is refreshing against her parched throat and she finishes it in seconds.

"T-Thank you."

He grunts in response, tucking her back into bed and when she protests, silences her arguments with a firm and sound reply of 'I'm a doctor's son. I know what I'm doing'. Rukia is too weak and her brain too sluggish to come up with a proper comeback, so she begrudgingly obliges.

"I better get going. There's some congee for you in the thermos flask when you wake up. And there's a tub of pickled cucumber in your fri-"

Her hand grabs at his, a weak tug by all accounts but his body stiffens and he stills. Soft brown eyes are staring back at her and it renders her defences futile. This is her at her most vulnerable, stripped down to something that predates her Kuchiki upbringing, before she even knew to arm herself with a tongue sharp enough to cut and wound.

"Stay?"

She's overstepping and pushing boundaries that he's not comfortable with. Wincing when the words ring a little too desperately in her ears and her pride balks at the blank look on his face, she tries to take them back but he beats her to it.

"Scoot over then."

His voice is gruff but he's drawing the blanket up and sliding under it. His warmth presses comfortably to her back and her eyelids flutter shut, letting out a contented sigh when his arm drapes across her middle.

Belatedly she realizes that at this stage maybe they're more than just casual fuck buddies to each other. For starters, he didn't have to come to her door and he most certainly didn't have to stay when she asked him to. Sex isn't even on the table and she's reeling from all the implications.

Does he want them to be something more? Does she?

Is it something that—

"Just go to sleep. I promise I'll still be here in the morning. We can talk then."

Her mind halts at the sound of his voice whispering so tenderly into her ears. She relents. If he's still here in the morning, curled up next to her maybe they'll have the dreaded grownup conversation then.

It's a promise that she holds him to.

FF/ao3

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#ichiruki #IRmonth2020 #ichirukimonth2020 #day 10: just friends #fanfic #mine #dreamer's disease #these dorks are bad at feelings ok?#do NOT be fooled by the soft-looking cover this story opens with a sex scene #you have been warned #just friends (with benefits)

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shadowsnlace · 4 years

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Sure! Let’s take a trip with the Captains and their families to Disney World. With everyone having to stay home, a little jaunt into the wonders of Disney would be fun. Hope you all enjoy! <3

I’m going to treat this as an all week vacation because there is so much to see and do at Disney World, a weekend just doesn’t really give anyone a chance to experience it all. I left out the water park and some of the other attractions just because this post began to get really long and was taking on a life of its own. ;)

And, because it got so long, I’m going to put it all under a cut so that it doesn’t eat up so much of the feed.

Shunsui - Spends a lot of time laughing. Every time he and his daughter get on a ride that makes her squeal, he starts laughing. He loves how she hangs on his arm and burrows into his side while screaming and laughing.

Once he gets to Epcot, he hits the brakes -- they sell booze at the restaurants! He makes sure to sample the drink of choice from all the countries represented at the World Showcase. He tries not to linger too long despite how much he’d like to just spend all day there.

The animal attractions aren’t of much interest to him and he fights the urge to power-nap on a bench while his daughter is watching the animals. The aquarium is even worse, it’s darker in there and it’s cool. He drew quite a few snickers with his snoring.

The live shows are fun for his daughter, but not for him. He’ll doze a bit then a loud explosion of music or sound effect will jolt him awake. It’s sleep deprivation mingled with a little torture. He wishes he’d thought to bring earplugs.

Whenever one of Disney princesses interacts with his daughter he just can’t help but flirt. He’s so handsome that they seem to like it until he overdoes it and then they shut him down. Shameless, Shunsui, utterly shameless.

Soi Fon - So many people! So few places to hide! Her ninja instincts are kinda overloaded at first, but she settles down pretty fast.

Seeing her daughter go crazy over all her favorite Disney characters makes Soi Fon smile. She knows the feeling of fangirling very well. (*cough* Yoruichi.)

She is all about the pictures and making sure she gets lots of shots of her daughter visiting with the characters. She also makes sure to get lots of shots of the family all together too.

The rides are definitely a main attraction for her and her little one. She is so proud that her daughter is laughing it up while all the other kids are screaming in fear.

The live shows are nice, but both of them prefer to be out and doing things rather than sitting in seat for a long period of time.

Soi Fon nearly layed a smackdown on Mickey Mouse -- first he came out of nowhere and startled her, then the freaky-big rodent had the audacity to tickle her while posing for a photo!

Secretly watches The Aristocats every night before bed.

Rose - Really wants to spend the whole vacation going from one show to the next. But, this trip is mostly about his little love and her love of all things Disney. Although, he manages to get to evening shows since Disney has counselors that will watch his daughter while he enjoys some more adult-friendly activities.

Loves going through Epcot and enjoys watching his daughter’s mind open up to other cultures as well as ideas about the future. More than once he gets in on some of the street shows in the World Showcase.

Likes the animal attractions but doesn’t care for the smell. Ends up getting medieval with an aroma blocking herb baggie to pin to their clothes. The aquarium inspires him to softly sing every sea shanty he knows, which is a total of three that he picked up in a pub somewhere in the world of the living.

Goes to the live musical shows that are his daughter’s favorite. Always sings louder than anyone else, including the stage actors. Gets applause more often than not.

Retsu - Will ride most of the rides with her daughter, although there are some that she prefers to just stand and watch with a smile on her face.

The World Showcase at Epcot is a big favorite for her. There is so much to sample and experience! Especially the teas!

Really enjoys the animals and teaching her daughter about what they are. They end up spending the most of that time at Conservation Station. The animal encounters are a thrill for both of them.

They only got to a few live shows, only the ones that are must-see favorites. She and her daughter like doing more interactive things like the science things at Future World.

Makes sure that their activities are a balance of fun and education. Retsu makes sure to end off the day with some low-energy things so that her daughter can start to wind down before bedtime can roll around.

For some reason, the staff at the parks and the resort seem to be very unsettled by Retsu’s smile.

Shinji - Absolutely loves the rides, especially anything that spins or goes upside-down. His daughter, a chip off the ol’ block, loves them too. There’s no way to know who is squealing and laughing louder, him or her.

Epcot is interesting, but doesn’t hold the same thrills as the rides so they hit only the things they want to see and go back to re-ride their favorite rides.

Was totally enjoying the animal attractions until one of the monkeys flung poo and hit him. After that, he stayed well out of the firing zone. The aquarium was so much more peaceful...and no chance of getting hit with poo.

Tells every princesses he meets that she is his first love. (It’s gets old fast) Daughter totally busts him every time: “But you said Mommy was your first love!” *Cue Shinji’s smile* “Of course she is! Oh, look! Isn’t that Princess Jasmine?!”

At the live shows, he dances in the aisle with his daughter during her favorite songs because life is all about seizing moments and making awesome memories.

Is really thrilled that there is a jazz club where he can indulge his love of music after dinner.

Byakuya - Determined to still behave with dignity as befitting his station...which lasts about 10 minutes. His daughter is having none of that stuffy-Daddy business, this is Disney World!

Despite his reluctance to go on the rides, he goes on one just to please his daughter. And that’s when Byakuya decides that letting lose and having some fun won’t do a thing to diminish his pride. While he won’t make any noise on the rides, he loves to hear his daughter giggle and scream with glee. He’ll smile. He’ll laugh too, but it’s easily lost in the rush of the wind.

Epcot is where he could happily spend the entire vacation. The Gallery of Arts and History could keep him coming back every day, but he has to settle for a leisurely one time through. He buys quite a few art history books for reading later before bedtime.

The two Frozen attractions are torture for him, but he endures for his daughter’s sake. Earplugs are helpful, but still don’t completely drown out the singing. Poor Byakuya, “Let It Go” began and he cringed so hard he got a cramp.

Doesn’t smile in any pictures. That’s not to say he doesn’t smile, because he does quite often. After all, he’s enjoying himself. He just seems to have a supernatural ability to know when his picture is about to be taken -- and no smile, all formal. (Strike a pose much, Byakuya?)

Sajin - His daughter gets so excited by seeing the Disney characters and being able to interact with them. He takes lots of pictures.

The rides are lot of fun. However, he spends half his energy worrying that his daughter is safely secured in the ride. To remedy that, he keeps a hand on her or an arm around her when he can.

Poor Sajin, came off the spinning cups staggering around like a drunk. He really didn’t care for that one bit. Managed to keep his lunch down, but just barely. His daughter thought is was rather funny.

Epcot is both fascinating and fun for both of them, especially all the Future World stuff. He fears he may just be raising a budding scientist.

The shows are great, but he has to sit in the aisle because he won’t fit in a seat. One of the staff asked him to take a seat -- until he stood up. She squeaked that it would be just fine for him to sit on the step next to his daughter’s seat.

The animal attractions and aquarium are where Sajin and his daughter have the most fun. They both love animals and have a special kind of being “in tune” with them so they react differently to them than to those that are 100% human.

Lisa - She got pretty hyper when she saw all the amazing amenities that were in the luxury suite they were in at the resort. She all but vowed to never leave it.

The rides were loads of fun. She rode everything, some of them two or three times when her daughter would ask to go again, “Please! Please! Please!”

Epcot was a surprisingly fun place for her daughter. The little one’s interest in history and then in science reminded her quite a bit of little Nanao. So, she bought books that she could read to her daughter on things that sparked her curiosity.

The character interactions didn’t go over too well. The princesses were very nice, but her daughter hid shyly behind her legs. When the large costumed characters approached, her little girl took one look at Mickey Mouse and started screaming and crying. Lisa just scooped her up and marched off to soothe her with ice cream.

After the Mickey Mouse incident, Lisa was reluctant to try the animal attractions. However, they proved to be much better and her daughter had a wonderful time. Poor thing was spit on by a llama, but she didn’t freak out, she scolded it. Finger wagging, a hand on hip, and a meanie face “Bad mahlahmala!” Lisa was so glad to have a video of that.

Kensei - He spends his first morning at the resort unwinding in the gym. He even goes for a swim. The suite was impressive, but the exercise choices really surprised him. He plans to eventually try them all before breakfast everyday.

The rides get a scoff. He’s too old for all that. But, he goes anyway when wife and daughter declare him out-voted. It takes a couple of rides before he gets into the spirit of it all and begins to enjoy himself. How can he not like something that makes his daughter smile and laugh so much?

Epcot World Showcase sends Kensei into foodie heaven. He samples as much as he can and will do his best to try to identify how something was cooked and what spices were used. He makes notes on napkins to try to duplicate his favorites at home. Future World holds more wonder for his daughter than him...he’s still mentally going over recipes.

The character interactions go great until Goofy arrived and his daughter got scared. Much to his dismay, it took Kensei accepting a hug from Goofy before his little girl would stop crying and come over for a hug too. The pictures are carefully guarded so Kensei can’t get rid of them.

His daughter is a little skittish around the animals at the attractions, but once he shows no fear, she’s quick to follow. If Daddy can do it, so can she. The aquarium fascinates her. The novelty wears off quickly for him and he tries not to doze in muted light and cool temperatures.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Kensei has a thing for ink pens and secretly buys all sorts of glittery, goth, unusual, or weird pens that he comes across in the gift shops. They’re his souvenirs and will be tucked away in his office for his private enjoyment. He bought two with a skull theme so he could give one to Hisagi.

Toshiro - Really didn’t want to go to Disney World at all. Way too hot! He is physically uncomfortable the whole time he has to walk around in the hot sun.

The rides are fun and provide some breezy relief from the heat. He loves hearing his daughter scream and laugh. It’s worth melting in the sun just to hear her joy.

Epcot is a bit better experience since a lot of that is indoors. He loves all the educational value that comes in a fun package.

The animal attractions aren’t really that interesting to either of them so they opt for some character interactions and live shows. He even poses and smiles with the Elsa character actress. He does for the others too, but only one of those smiles was genuine ;)

The two Frozen attractions are hands-down their favorite. Toshiro is so tempted to add a little chilly extras to the show but knows it will freak out the humans. He enjoys the wonder and happiness on his daughter’s face as she watches the stage performers and sings along not missing a word.

Believe it or not, Toshiro’s favorite part was sitting on the balcony of their suite with his wife and daughter tucked up to him, relaxing as they watched the fireworks.

Kenpachi - Gets lost about 50 yards from the front gate. Spends the rest of the day accepting that he hasn’t got a damn clue where the hell they are. But, his daughter seems to know exactly where to go and tugs him from one ride to the next.

Nearly took down Donald Duck during the character interactions. “What the hell is a giant duck doing here?”

Kenny thought the Jedi Training: Trial of the Temple was the best thing he’d ever seen in the world of living. He challenged Darth Vader to a one on one. Had his daughter not pulled him away, he probably would have been “escorted” from the premises.

Epcot was blah for him but at least there was alcohol to be had. He really enjoyed the World Showcase - Germany -- he liked the beer and the rowdy nature of the people. The science themed attractions held no pull for him or his daughter so they both decided to go back to Jedi Training.

The animal attractions were fun for his little girl, but he found it a bit boring. Once in a while he’d grunt, “I killed a Hollow once, looked just like that thing.”

The best picture ever: Kenny and his daughter wearing Mickey Mouse ears, holding light sabers and battle snarling at the camera.

Mayuri - He really didn’t want to go at all. “A week?! I can’t be away from my experiments that long!”

The first day there everyone thinks that he’s a character because of all the black and white makeup and the elaborate head/hair accessory. “Hey! What movie are you from?” Mayuri gets aggravated really fast. There is a lot of grumbling about “simpletons” and “idiots.”

Goes on all the rides for the experience, not for fun. His daughter is happy as can be, but he’s sitting next to her with a blank face. It’s a strange thing to see.

The animal attractions are rather boring, he’s had those specimens before. His daughter is still interested so he tells her about the animals and what he’s learned from his experiments with them.

The aquarium is where Mayuri’s eyes go wide. There are so many specimens he’s never seen in person before! He’s seen these on a computer, but in person... He begins making plans to procure some to take home. His daughter is wise beyond her years and hustles him out with a stern, “No, Daddy, they stay here!”

Epcot Future World is where Mayuri has the most fun. He comments on the simplicity of some of the science, but he’s mostly happy to see his daughter take an interest in his first true love: science.

Jushiro - When he walks in, you can bet that more than one person nearly gets whiplash from turning to stare at this beautiful man that just entered the park. Some think he’s a star from a movie. One thing is certain, his beautiful hair and handsome features are undeniably magnetic.

The Disney princesses have a hard time staying in character around him. The glassy eyes and titters are just precursors to longing looks and nearly swooning at his feet. Add in that sweet nature and the husky timber of his voice -- panties will be melting. However, Jushiro only has eyes for his daughter and wife.

He really has to pace himself. He can only spend a limited amount of time outside in the heat. Low stress rides are always a “yes” for him so he can have fun with his little girl and laugh. The more strenuous rides are left for Mommy to go on while he watches from a shady bench.

Epcot is wonderful and holds many attractions that appeal to Jushiro. He likes being able to sample food, drink, and some activities of other cultures. He stocked up on quite a few different teas from around the world to take home. The science offerings are interesting too, but end up a bit boring for his daughter.

The animal attraction, especially the interactive ones are a big hit. The aquarium is also great since it gives him a chance to be out of the heat. The same goes for live shows. These give his daughter a chance to see her favorites and it gives him a chance to sit down and recover from walking around the park. When the day has more indoor activities, he can spend more time out of bed.

The fireworks show was one of his favorite experiences because he got to have private time with his family and still enjoy something fun.

All of them - Everyone loves the Star Wars attractions, each for different reasons. It’s definitely a huge hit with parents and kids alike.

Every single one of them gets Mickey Mouse ears -- and wears them, except Byakuya, Toshiro, and Mayuri. Byakuya and Toshiro give in when their daughters give them that Daddy-melting look and say, “Pleeeeeease?” Mayuri poses for one picture with the ears on, then shreds them to pieces when his daughter isn’t looking.

All the parents take advantage of the child-minding services offered so that they can get some romantic time. There are lots of nighttime activities like clubs and shows to enjoy. And, of course, there’s just having a few hours to get in some sexy time without the munchkin to worry about.

Always end up carrying their daughter when they get worn out. During the day it’s rides on Daddy’s/Mommy’s shoulders, but always by dinner time it’s curled on Daddy’s/Mommy’s shoulder and completely zonked out as they leave the park. (Let that picture sink in and just sigh :) )

#Bleach #Bleach headcanons #Bleach imagines #Captains #Captains and daughters at Disney World #fluff

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Finally done with volume 3!

So I have finished reading Tsurune’s latest release and boy, what a ride. Both in a good and bad sense. If I were to discuss what I think of it without exposing any details of the contents, I’d say it feels pretty different from the other two volumes in pacing. It rushes at the speed of light with literally everything. “Show, don’t tell” is right out the window in this one. Every time a new character was introduced, it’s like I was reading a character profile. Daily life scenes are described choppily and without much space for the reader to digest the information. The depictions read more like drafts. There’s also hardly any connection between the chapter sections. It all just gets thrown at the readers’ faces.

Other than the writing being kind of a mess, there are parts of the story where it just feels like the author was on drugs. Some really nonsensical stuff happens in this volume, on top of Shinto being further infused with the parts of the plot that involve archery. And I don’t mean the Zen type of nonsensical; I mean the usual touches of supernatural that have been added to the story before, but like, maybe triple the amount of before. I won’t say that I don’t understand where Ayano-sensei wanted to go with all of this, but that’s only because I have background knowledge of what she’s trying to convey. A lot of what happens in this book bears a deep need for explanation. And by “a lot” I mean, like, 90% of it, at the very least. Japanese or not, I’m sure most of the readers won’t be able to follow this trainwreck. There’s just too much going on at the same time without enough clarification, too many things happening one after another out of the blue and a shitload of unprompted, expository dialogue that always seems very out of place.

Now, it might seem contradictory of me, but I’m not criticizing the author, specifically, when I say any of this. This volume feels rushed because it most likely was rushed. It was written in a desperate, overwhelming hurry and it shows. I’m pretty sure a third volume was never supposed to be a thing when the second one came out, but after the movie was green-lit, the publisher probably decided to ride on the hype and asked Ayano-sensei to write more. I mean, I can’t find any other explanation for this. Reading volume 3 was like reading a proofread pilot for what was actually supposed to be two books. It’s been the strangest experience I’ve ever had with a light novel thus far (which is a big deal considering that I’ve tried the likes of “Tate no Yuusha” and “Kumo Desu ga”).

Another fact that makes me believe this volume was a last-minute request instead of having been planned since the beginning (other than the aforementioned stuff and the huge time gap between the publications of volumes 2 and 3) is that some things have been modified in accordance to the anime. Suddenly Nanao isn’t doing archery because of his own reasons anymore, but rather in order to stay close to Kaito, and Seiya is acting prickly with Masaki for no reason, making the other club members uncomfortable during practice. An evitable mistake, in my opinion, but make of that what y’all will.

So yeah, I totally get why this volume in particular is leaving so many readers at a loss. I assume there will be more of the novel coming along with the second season of the anime, and I hope it turns out a little better than this one.

#tsurune #tsurune kazemai koukou kyuudoubu #tsurune hajimari no issha #tsurune tsunagari no issha #kyoani #kyoto animation #ayano kotoko

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animaniachan · 4 years

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Miyoshi Kazunari|Nanao Taichi|SFW HC

here you go, nonnie and so sorry for the wait! hopefully, this is what you wanted~ for anyone who doesn’t know what hyperhidrosis is, you can read more about it: here

ao3 version: here

Miyoshi Kazunari:

Kazunari is at first baffled on why you would avoid him every time he tried to initiate some sort of physical contact with you.

But when he learnt about your condition after finally building up the courage to confront you about it (took him a long while because he seriously dislikes confrontations in the sense that it may hurt your feelings), it all made sense

Kazunari didn’t bother to hide his initial surprise when he found out about your condition but quickly calmed down after continuing to listen to your explanation.

A part of him is beating himself up on the inside for not realizing your condition sooner. But now that he knew, he went and brainstormed all of the possible solutions in the world in an attempt to help you.

In all honesty, your condition doesn’t really bother Kazunari at all. He’s not one to get easily grossed out in the first place and especially when it comes to you.

He understands that it’s a condition that you can’t help and it doesn’t affect his outpouring affection for you at all.

However, with that being said, he’ll never force you into doing something that’ll make you uncomfortable.

So from that point on, he made a mental note to always ask you and made sure you were 100% okay with it before doing anything too “touchy”. Your ears are also calloused from hearing him reassure you that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

He also came up with several other ways to show you his affection that doesn’t involve directly touching your skin.

If he reeeeally wanted some contact he’ll mostly resort to some affectionate head pats.

Otherwise, he’ll usually show his affection in a verbal form such as complimenting you with affectionate words even more often than he has.

After hours of brainstorming, Kazunari eventually came up with some secret codes between you two that substitute the direct contact. So whenever he wants the contact that may make you uncomfortable, you both just say these words to each other instead.

You now have code words for “high-five”, “hugs”, “pinky promise”, “kiss~”, and “holding hands”

Nanao Taichi:

Not gonna lie, Taichi is still a little bummed to this day that he doesn’t get to touch you as much as he liked to.

But more than anything he feels so sad for you for what you have to deal with in your everyday life. Even if he doesn’t show it, his heart cries for you on a daily basis.

He knows it’s not your fault. This makes him especially frustrated because it’s not fair how this is happening to someone he cares so much about.

Which is why Taichi makes extra efforts taking your feelings into consideration whenever he thinks he may be doing something that is remotely making you uncomfortable.

It may become a little extreme at times just because he’s so desperate of wanting to make you happy and as comfortable with him as possible.

Because he really doesn’t mind your condition, Taichi’s goal now is to eventually ease you into touching him without feeling bad about yourself; one step at a time.

Like Kazunari, he has to make sure that you’ll be 100%—no, 120% comfortable with whatever contact he’s about to do.

Taichi even googled your condition to see if there’s any way to cure it.

When he couldn’t find anything that wasn’t too difficult to follow, he started browsing through a list of “things to not say to someone with Hyperhidrosis” so he knows for future references.

He’s okay with refraining from too much contact for the most part. But, there have been occasions where he was reeeeally desperate for some contact. In those instances, he doesn’t beg you with words but offers you his best imploring puppy dog eye instead.

And honestly, how can you not concede after seeing that pure expression.

Taichi eventually learned to show his affection through words and expression. He is surprisingly good in that aspect as he is always straightforward and never sugarcoats his love.

I mean, if it isn’t already obvious enough, his tomato red face every time he compliments you should be more than enough to give it away.

For now, you two have mostly resorted to air gestures to make up for the lack of physical contact.

Taichi still asks you for some real contact more often than not, reinforcing that he will never feel disgusted. Now, whether you give it to him or not is completely up to you.

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Sora/Tobi Getting Together and Relationship Headcanons

THEY’RE HEEEEEERREEEE! Maybe Tobi will finally leave me alone now and stop taking up my whole brain.

Please read this post or this won’t make sense, it’s HCs about their third year. There’s also a part two that you don’t need to read, since everything you need is in part one. (U can if u want to tho.)

(If you don’t want to, basically all you need to know is: Nao, Sora, Tobi, and Mokichi are on first-name basis since the end of second year; Sora and Tobi have had a running prank war since the end of their first year and everyone on the team hates them because of it; Sora is captain, Mokichi is vice. Oh also Tobi’s aunt is awesome and she stormed into his parents’ house in Hiroshima to yell at them for being terrible parents. Tobi didn’t find out for the longest time.)

This is some 10-ass pages so headcanons below the cut!

This. Is. So much more chaotic than my Sora/Nao HCs. Prepare for disaster gays, very tired and very exasperated queer parent friend Momoharu, very very tired Mokichi, "usually a functional bi but the second you involve emotions he becomes a grade-a disaster bisexual" Tobi, Sora struggling to deal with "OH shit I'm gay," and "bows to absolutely no one and done with everyone and everything 24/7" Nanao Nao. This version of Nao is so much more of a tired badass than Sora/Nao's Nao, who stays more true to her canon self.

It's also twice as long. Yeet.

Tobi and Sora have had growing feelings since their first year and Mokichi and Nao are fucking suffering with these stupid gays.

They were friends at first, and it really was just pure platonic feelings. It started to turn into something more a little after the first Taiei game, but Sora is shy and a certified disaster and Tobi is way too emotionally constipated for either of them to do anything about it.

Tobi I love you but you're a fucking mess.

Tobi actually got kicked out by his "father" in large part for being bisexual, and therefore wants absolutely nothing to do with growing feelings for tiny cute short teammate, nope nope no thank you-

But basically, Tobi has known he's bi for a while now, and while he's having some acceptance problems, he's not having the "OH GOD I'M GAY" panic

Sora has not known, and he's having a panic in the background because "I'm attracted to guys?!"

Sora starts realizing what's going on some time in second year, and Momoharu takes one look at the panicking Sora and goes "aight the fuck happened to you?"

You will have to pry their friendship from my cold dead hands and I'm not sorry. I love Momoharu and Sora's dynamic.

Sora eventually confesses to Momoharu (after a lot of prodding) that he thinks he's turning gay, and Momoharu immediately starts laughing. Sora, hurt and feeling very stupid, goes to run, but Momoharu tugs him back down to sit and tells him, "Jesus, Sora, you don't turn gay. You either identify as gay or you don't. Sorry for scaring you, the concept of turning gay is just... oddly funny. Don't worry about it dude, I'm pansexual."

"...Pansexual?" Sora asks nervously.

"Yup, I'm attracted to all people regardless of gender. Men, women, people who don't fit either -- I don't much care. Gender doesn't really factor into whether or not I'm attracted to people."

"You can be attracted to multiple genders?" Sora asks, eyes wide.

Oh boy, Momoharu thinks. Poor kid. "Yeah, folks who are attracted to just men and women are called bisexual. Homosexual is the official word for those who are only attracted to their own gender, but gay or lesbian is usually used. Heterosexual is for those only attracted to the opposite gender. Of course, the lines aren't as clear set as those labels suggest they are. Sexuality is fucky, dude. Don't worry about not having it figured out. I only decided on a label a few months back, myself. Some people just choose not to label it at all."

That makes Sora feel better, and he takes to talking to Momoharu about it quite a bit.

At one point, Sora brings up how the team would react, especially since they share a locker room. Momoharu just gives him a deadpan look and then says in the flattest voice ever, "Wow, imagine being so insecure in your masculinity that you can't share a changing room with a gay man." That gets a laugh out of Sora and makes him feel a lot better.

As it turns out, this was word for word Chiaki's reaction to Momoharu being nervous about coming out to the team back in their first year.

It is also, word for word, Chiaki's response to Sora coming out to him going "I'm sorry I hope this doesn't make things awkward-"

Momoharu laughs hysterically when Chiaki pulls the exact same face he did and says in the exact same deadpan tone, "Wow, imagine being so insecure in your masculinity that you can't share a changing room with a gay man." Sora also stares at Chiaki for about ten seconds in silence, then doubles over laughing. Chiaki is so confused until Momoharu explains.

However, this does mean that Momoharu has to deal with the brunt of Sora's "TOBI DID A THING HOLY SHIT" rants for the rest of the year, even though he denies that Tobi is the one he was attracted to if ever asked.

Momoharu, rubbing his forehead: Chiaki the baby gays are being stupid what do I do

Chiaki: I'm a straight so unfortunately I don't think I can help here?

Momoharu: Ugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Tobi is freaking out in the background because "oh no gay feelins oh no soft feelins fuck what do I do????"

His aunt: Kid, please calm down, you'll be fine.

Tobi, putting a groove in the floor with his pacing: NO I WON'T WHA' IF 'E FINDS OUT WHAT IF THIS RUINS THA TEAM DYNAMIC WHAT IF 'E 'ATES ME-

Accent go yeet when upset!

She holds him while he panics and lets him curl into her, and then makes his favorite foods and puts on a movie and cuddles with him, and once he's asleep, she calls her brother-in-law with every intent of murder because how dare you make this child feel so unloved?

Anyway, Tobi eventually comes to accept himself and his sexuality in full thanks to her, the team, and Juri. It's primarily just a thing of time and needing to have more conversations where he's open about it and accepted by people he cares about.

Poor Sora still isn't totally comfortable with being gay? And a month or so into his third year, he comes out to Nao and later Mokichi. They make him feel much better, but the final piece is actually Tobi himself. Tobi finds Sora having a breakdown in the locker rooms and holds him to help him calm down and pushes him to talk about it, and Sora finally tells Tobi he's queer.

And Tobi, having been through this struggle before, just kind of pulls him into a hug and says, "Well, tha' makes two o' us" and Sora goes "wHAT" and Tobi tells him he's bisexual. Tobi does not pry about who made Sora realize he's queer, because it's personal and touchy, and he respects that.

That does, however, extend the mutual bullshit period.

But also:

Sora: oH MY GOD HE'S GAY HE'S GAY HE'S GAY I'M-

Tobi: 'E's. 'E's Bi. Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths just don' panic and ask 'im out that's a bad plan-

Tobi that's actually how you deal with romantic feelings like a functional human being but sure, go off.

Tobi comes out to Nao and Mokichi with Sora's support shortly after that, and their reactions are, respectively: "NICE!" "Cool." and then Nao tackles Tobi in a hug that is the start of a big grouphug.

There's lots of hugging and crying (the latter is Nao and Sora and a little bit of Mokichi), and Tobi will vehemently deny that he cried at all, but a few tears got out.

(Lbr Tobi's gay pining for Sora was Not Subtle, so they already knew, but they don't tell him that for a while. When they do tell him, he's gotten to the point where he just stares at them blankly for a moment and then groans rather than flipping out. Mokichi chuckles quietly and Nao just outright laughs at him.)

But anyway, both of these Absolute Idiots are still crushing on each other, and everyone is suffering.

Actually, scratch "crushing,” it's moved into full-blown pining now.

Sora eventually also accepts that, alright, he has a big crush on Tobi. Tobi, their ace. Tobi, one of his best friends. Tobi, one of the best wings in all of Japan. Tobi, who is ridiculously attractive. Tobi, who looks like an actual bush when he doesn't tie his hair back somehow, because his hair is insanely (and adorably) frizzy and voluminous. Tobi, who will whoop at the top of his lungs and grin like a maniac because he just pulled off a fantastic drive and double-clutch, even though he's exhausted and soaked in sweat and they're four minutes into overtime. Tobi, who makes the cutest face with the sweetest smile Sora has ever seen when he talks to his sister. (Tobi, who is a boy, and Sora has stopped caring.)

Sora even stops denying that he likes Tobi after a little bit, and Momoharu is just in the background going, "good job, it only took you two entire years to figure that out."

Sora: LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

Momoharu: Okay but have you considered: No. Absolutely not.

Anyway Tobi mostly complains/gay rants to Nao and sometimes Mokichi, and at this point, even Juri is slightly sick of her brother talking about "our amazin' point guard." Yer not subtle, Anchan????

Except it eventually moves from "wow he's amazin' but NO I do not 'ave a crush on 'im" to "oh my God I am SO gay," and then later it moves to a more resigned gay panic. ("Nnnnnnghhhhh I nearly fuckin' kissed 'im after practice today what do I do-")

Nao is trying to bully both of them into confessing, but neither will take the first step, not because of pride, but because they're scared. (Nao is. So. Done. Even if she sympathizes, it has been two years of this bullcrap please-)

Tobi, especially, is afraid of losing everything again after his nasty stepdad booted him out.

Sora is like "that is one of my closest friends, and given this team's stability record I am Not Poking That Mess With A Long Stick."

Momoharu, who is the one he says this to, is just kinda like, "Yeah I can't really argue with that, as much I want you to confess."

Nao, later, having been subjected to a similar rant, after he said "closest friend" instead of "a dude": HE'S GROWING UP KANAME-KUN I'M TEARING UP-

Mokichi is far too tired of everything to interfere, which is fair.

Juri badgers Tobi for a solid four weeks before he admits what's really going on, and then it kind of all comes spilling out, and she encourages him to confess to Sora, but he's still reluctant.

Nao also bluntly says, "Kenji-kun's family abandoned him, Sora-kun, and it may be because he's the words ‘problem child' given physical form, but it may be because he's queer. If you want to work this out, I think you'll need to take the first step."

(Tobi told the team about his past late first year/early second year. Crying happened and everyone basically group-tackle-hugged Tobi, and he finally got the hugs he very much needed and definitely deserved.)

And Sora angsts over that for a while until Chiaki very simply says, "Do you want things between the two of you to change?" And Sora realizes that yes, he does, he doesn't want things to stay the same, he wants to hold Tobi's hand and go on dates and call each other at weird hours for the sake of it and hold each other until they fall asleep and kiss him and -- well, you get the idea.

So he works up the courage, and it's one night some months before the national tournament when Sora asks Tobi to stay behind with him for extra practice. Sora is really nervous, and Tobi is like "??? Sure? Are ya okay?"

Sora, voice cracking: yEaH I'M FINE

Anyway, Sora misses like a solid sixty percent of his shots that practice and Tobi is. So confused.

Tobi to Mokichi: Did. Did somethin' happen.

Mokichi just shrugs, which does not make Tobi feel better.

So Tobi stays behind all the others to talk with Sora, and they're both really nervous. Obviously, Sora is about to confess, and Tobi is just so confused, and also some small part of him is going, "oh God did he figure out I like 'im????"

Nao and Mokichi kicked all the first and second years out after just an hour of individual practice, and Sora is grateful but also, "guys please don't make me confront my problems."

Nao: "Sora-kun if we waited for you to deal with this we'd be here 'till sunrise."

Mokichi, tiredly: "No, we'd be here until we turned old and gray."

Sora asks Tobi to sit with him while blushing, and Tobi complies, still very puzzled.

They make small talk for a minute, and then Sora abruptly says, "Kenji-kun... I... I think I have a crush on you".

Tobi gapes at him like a fish, opening and closing his mouth for a solid minute, and eventually, Sora.exe unfreezes and goes, "Sorry, I-" and Tobi just goes, "Fer real? Ya aren't prankin' me again?" in a surprisingly quiet voice.

And Sora is mildly offended but knows that's a fair assumption given their track record of prank wars, and he also almost wants to use the excuse Tobi has handily provided, but he just stands and goes "I'm sorry, I should leave-"

And Tobi leaps to his feet, grabs his hand, and says flat out, "Sora, I've 'ad a crush on ya since first year."

And Sora just kinda… short circuits. "Wait, really?"

Tobi just kinda rubs the back of his neck (shyly? Tobi gets shy?) and goes, "Yeah, I... I kinda only admitted it in tha middle a' second year, though."

And Sora says slowly, "You... you like me. You like me!" He laughs, relieved. "Holy shit, I was so scared you were going to reject me and it was going to ruin everything--"

And Tobi is just going oh my God, he's adorable, I can't deal with him, and takes Sora's chin in one hand and asks quietly, "Sora, can I kiss ya?" Sora's eyes, predictably, go wide, and he nods. (And please take a moment to recall and appreciate the fact that Tobi is canonically an entire foot taller than Sora. Sora is 149 cm (4'10.7) and Tobi is 178 (5'10.1). This is fantastic because I will bet actual money that this height difference has not shrunk; if anything, it has grown.)

They kiss just as the entire team bursts into the gym. Turns out, they were watching the whole thing, and honestly, none of them look that ashamed; they put up with the pair's bullshit for this long, they're invested now, and they deserved to know what happened.

"ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS, THIS IS REVENGE FOR TWO AND A HALF YEARS OF USELESS GAY PINING," Nao yells. "KANAME-KUN, EVERYONE -- GRAB THEM!"

And the team lifts the yelling and protesting couple above their heads as Sora loudly objects and Tobi swears at them. The first years learn some creative new insults. The second and third years, on the other hand, are very accustomed to Tobi by this point, and aren't remotely surprised, but -- oh, haven't heard that one before, actually, says a second year. The others mutter assent.

We have, Mokichi grouches. We third years have heard them all.

Sora is small and easily hauled around, and Tobi is also pretty helpless when being held up above the heads of Mokichi and their first-year center. So they can’t really like... do anything about being dragged around.

Nao leads the team forward like an army, and they march to the pool to drop the two of them in, and when they resurface, fully clothed and soaked to the bone, Sora is laughing hysterically. (Assume Sora learned to swim at some point.)

Tobi is groaning, but he's grinning, and he swims over to the side of the pool -- and grabs Nao and Mokichi's ankles and drags them in, both of them yelling.

And Sora thinks, with Nao yelling in irritation but a sparkle in her eyes and a grin she's failing to fight off, with Mokichi laughing quietly as he flings his wet bangs out of his eyes, with Tobi laughing hysterically, his hair slicked back by water, with the four of them wearing all of their clothes and soaked to the bone, their entire team yanking off their shirts to jump into the pool with them and the moon and stars shining overhead, that he's never been happier.

And Tobi turns to him and grins, and Sora can't keep himself from jumping at Tobi -- who catches him, startled -- and kissing him again.

And, like, hey, Tobi isn't about to complain.

They take about two months to settle into things, and then it's just like... I'm sorry, who thought letting Kurumatani "Embodiment of Chaos" and Natsume "Biggest Problem Child Ever" Kenji date was a good idea?????

It's a bit awkward for a while because they're still feeling things out and figuring out what they're both comfortable with, but then they finally click, and it's... pure fucking chaos.

Sora will not stop stealing Tobi's clothes and Tobi is not happy about it, mostly because -- Sora, if ya keep stealin' my clothes while I am in the changin' room, then I do not 'ave clothes to wear ya stupid chibi--

Tobi has stormed into the gym shirtless at least twice yelling, "SORA! GIVE BACK MY FUCKIN' SHIRT!"

Listen. Listen we have a total of three scenes of Tobi being shirtless, and two of them were in front of plenty of people. Tobi is many things, but body shy is not one of them. He wouldn't care.

(Post-Kitasumi loss, post-Shinjo loss, and that one scene of him dribbling in a park or something at night with an audience. The night before they played Taiei.)

Tobi: Are ya ever jus' tryin' to figure out where all yer clothes have gotten ta and then ya turn ‘round and see 'em all on yer dumbass tiny boyfriend?

Sora, clearly utterly unapologetic, wearing Tobi's sweatshirt: Oops.

Chiaki, probably: SOME OF US ARE SINGLE STOP RUBBING IT IN.

As mentioned before, Sora is canonically 149 cm (~4'10.7), and Tobi is 178 cm (~5'10.1). There's a 29-centimeter difference, almost an entire foot, and frankly, that difference has grown a few centimeters, and you bet Tobi is going to abuse the shit out of this.

He literally holds things Sora wants over Sora's head all the time and Sora hates it. Like yes, Tobi did this before they dated too, but now Tobi is doing it more just to be annoying. It's also the only way Tobi can keep his clothes out of Sora's hands whenever they aren't on Tobi's person. (It's kind of hard to steal a shirt when someone is wearing it.)

"THIS IS ABUSE!"

"Me holdin' m' own jacket above m' head so that ya can't steal it from me isn't abuse, it’s self-preservation! It’s like -20 degrees out there, Sora, use yer own jacket!"

I personally headcanon Tobi shooting up like a weed, but whether he did or not, he's probably between 180 and 190 now (5'11 and 6'3). Meanwhile, Sora is like maybe 155-60. It is possible that Sora also shoots up, but I feel like he would hit 165 at most. That would have him growing 16 cm, which is 8 inches, so. That's a lot of inches to grow in two and a half years.

The things Tobi holds above his head are mostly his own clothes and also food items, plus the occasional basketball.

He also sometimes will nab Sora's clothes and hold them up in the air just to get back at him. Sora will be leaping up in the air, trying to reach his clothes, while Tobi stands there with a shit-eating grin holding Sora's shirt over his head. It looks so stupid. Nao and Mokichi both have multiple videos of it. (Nao has like five.) (What? She suffered, alright? Let her have this blackmail, at least.)

Sora: :( My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips, what should I do?

Momoharu: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Nao: Tackle him.

Chiaki: Dump him.

Mokichi: Kick him in the shin.

Tobi: NO TO ALL A' THOSE, JUST ASK ME TA LEAN DOWN!

Nao and Mokichi and Momoharu and Chiaki and Madoka and literally all of their friends are still giving them a hard time for being useless gays and taking two and half years to deal with their feelings even five years later. They're never going to live it down.

As adults, juggling careers and their growing relationship is hard.

They both go to universities in Tokyo, thankfully, and don't have to do long distance, and get an apartment together in their third year.

Tobi probably joins the B.League, and maybe Sora does too. (I dunno, I'm not committing to anything with career HCs.)

If they do, they have to keep their relationship secret; it would be a huge deal to be gay athletes in Japan (or... anywhere.) Most of their teammates know, though. Like... Sora regularly shows up to practice in Tobi's sweatshirts.

The sexual tension whenever they play each other is intense, though.

(My pet headcanon for Tobi is actually him going to university in America and joining the NBA. While I want to do that with Sora too, the mangaka apparently turned down two anime deals because they ended with Sora in the NBA. I haven't fact-checked that, though.)

They're around 25 when the world as a whole finds out. It either comes out because one of them is like, "hey babe do ya wanna just come out? We have enough money to retire if this goes south," "Oh sure," or because they mess up so drastically that people figure it out. After all, it would take a lot to break past the "they're such good friends!" mentality of sports reporters. Like seriously. These two are not subtle. They can let heteronormativity do most of the work for them, in all honesty.

Anyway, it comes out, and the media goes into an uproar, and they retreat to visit Sora's dad in Nagano without telling anyone except their coaches and closest friends where they've holed up and just let the world burn while they enjoy tea and the view of the mountains and avoid social media like the plague.

Assuming it was planned:

Tobi, the day before coming out, on his official twitter: I'll be doing a no-electronics retreat with my partner for two weeks, so I won't be on social media. Enjoy your week!

Or possibly the way he came out, besides their official announcement on Sora's account, was just "I'll be doing a no-electronics retreat with my boyfriend, @KurumataniOfficial, for the next two weeks. Bye y'all, have a good two weeks! :)" because that has Tobi's chaotic energy.

Edit: Actually? I take that back. SORA would do that. That has SORA'S chaotic energy.

When people get homophobic, all of their friends -- high school, college, adult life -- are immediately down to throw hands.

The Japanese highschool circle of people who went professional is small and pretty close-knit, and the NBA and B.League sides are quite close to each other as well. Shiraishi and Fuwa, who are both in the NBA, both riot when people attack their old acquaintances from high school. I personally headcanon Fuwa as a raging chaotic bi, because -- hair. Yozan, for that matter, is also pretty pissed off.

Fuwa probably gets on twitter and goes, "What's this bullshit about them being gay???? Of course they're gay. Have you ever seen them interact for more than two seconds??? Are you blind??? Wait, nope. Sorry. Don't want to insult blind people. ARE YOU ACTUALLY THAT DUMB????"

Momoharu tweets," 'Wow, imagine being so insecure in your masculinity that you can't share a changing room with a gay man' --My twin Chiaki, and Sora and Tobi's HS teammate, upon them coming out in HS" and first Sora's teammates start retweeting it and then Tobi's and then every single one of both their teams’ members retweets it. It's fantastic.

Then Shiraishi (who, again, is in the NBA) retweets it, and it goes completely viral. Chiaki is so happy but also really pissed that it's Momoharu's account.

Momoharu ribs him about it for a solid three weeks just to be obnoxious.

There's actually no one on either of their teams that didn't already know about the relationship. Again, they're not subtle together. If there was any drama, it was presumably resolved by getting rid of the homophobe.

Anyway, so while shit hits the fan, Sora and Tobi just shelter in place and their friends all react by going to war, which both of them are a bit taken aback by, but like, they aren't complaining about it. They're both touched actually.

For marriage, honestly, neither one of them proposes in any fancy manner; they probably decided to get married because the topic comes up due to taxes. Sora goes, "Hey, do you think we should get married? The taxes would be cheaper," without really thinking about it, and Tobi goes, "Honestly, if it means everyone will stop badgerin' us about 'tyin' the knot' or whatever, I vote we elope," and that's that. Some two hours later while making dinner, Sora goes, "HOLY SHIT WAIT ARE WE ENGAGED?" and Tobi, who was reading, stares at him for three seconds, processes that, and slowly goes, "...I guess? Yeah, I guess we are. Wow. We did that."

Sora slams his head on the table and Tobi just very tiredly says, "babe, no, ya need those brain cells."

Assume gay marriage is by this point legal and accepted.

When asked how they got engaged, everyone is just like, "THAT'S SO ANTICLIMACTIC?????" This is also the media's reaction.

Interviewer: Why did you and Natsume-san decide to get married?

Sora, shrugging: Taxes are easier with your partner when you're married.

But they went to get rings together on their tenth anniversary shortly after deciding to get married, and if that isn't sappy as hell, I don't know what is.

They probably don't wait long for the wedding and don't bother making it a huge thing; they invite all their friends, hire some folks to keep the media out no matter what, and hire a few people to film it and figure they can share that footage later. ("I am not havin' the media at my weddin' that is a private event for friends and family -" "Love, I am not arguing with you, I don't want them there either???")

Nao will be best woman for one of them at the wedding, and you bet she will give them so much shit for being disasters back in high school in her speech.

Juri, who by that point is like 20 something, because the disaster gays don't get married till they're at least 28 to 30, is either Tobi's best woman or playing some significant role in the wedding. She also roasts her brother and brother-in-law.

Tobi and Juri are definitely half-siblings, just in terms of time. He looked five or six when his biodad died, and she seems about the same age, meaning there's a ten-year gap.

Also, it's implied in the manga, so.

The newly-weds are just sitting there groaning as their friends/family members roast them, but they're both grinning.

The vows are probably really, really sappy, and Tobi can claim it's Sora's fault as much as he wants, but he's honestly also kind of a sap too and all his friends know it.

Tobi's stepdad is not invited. In fact, Tobi goes out of his way to send an edited version of the invitation to him that basically says, "Wedding! You're not invited!" while Sora and Juri die of laughter in the background. His mother does come, though -- she eventually moved out following the "her younger sister stormed in boiling with righteous fury on behalf of her son" incident. While the couple never got a divorce, they haven't spoken in years.

The invitees are actually mostly friends, not family. While Sora's dad, grandma, and extended family come, Tobi's only present family are his sister, his aunt, his mother, and his biodad's brother (and the brother's wife and kids.) But they have hundreds of friends there; Nao, Mokichi, Momoharu, Chiaki, Madoka, Yasu, Chukie, Nabe, their kouhai from their second and third years, Satsuki with his wife and two kids, Shiraishi, Fuwa, Yozan, Mineta, Yakku, Nino, Tarou, both of their professional teams and all the team staff, the national team that they played with, Sakamaki, Yuka and Tomohisa’s friends, Madoka's older sister, their college teammates and classmates -- the list literally just doesn't stop. For like. Days. That guest list was the hardest part of the wedding, actually.

The symbol they use on the invitations is a dragon. Momoharu and Nao both cry when they see the nod to the Kuzuryu team. (Chiaki does not cry, he claims. Momoharu calls bullshit, and Momoharu is, for once, completely right.)

The cake has wing patterns curving up the sides; one kite wing with a healed injury, and a duck wing in front of the silhouette of an eagle wing. ("I'm sappy, Ken, sue me." "Actually, I think that's adorable, so go ahead.")

The healed injury was Tobi's idea, though. Sora was confused, but Tobi explained that Sora and Kuzuryu brought him back to basketball as a team sport, and healed him from the pain of being pushed away from his family. Sora cries.

The shadow of the eagle wing was also Tobi's idea. He says "I agree that yer a duck because I love ya to pieces but yer still short as shit-" "Oi." "-but I also think ya learned how to fly in yer own right. Swimmin' and duckin' be damned. Ya fly on the court, Sora."

Sora does not cry again. He does not. ("Sure ya didn't." "SHUT UP KEN-") (He definitely teared up a little, because Tobi is looking at him with a soft smile and the most affectionate look in his eyes, and holy shit, I love him, and I'm going to marry him????

They go to Nagano and Hiroshima to visit their parents' graves after the wedding. Both of them are sappy about it. "I wish you could have met him" speeches, basically, while the other stands out of earshot.

They then proceed to screw off to Hawaii on a honeymoon for two weeks, since it's the offseason.

Either they combine their names, or Tobi takes Sora's last name.

I feel like Tobi would, just to spite his stepdad. I'm pretty sure Natsume is his stepdad's last name, since Tobi is seen wearing a helmet that is probably his dad's in a flashback, and it has a different name on it. Might've been a company name, though. Idk.

Sora is maybe crying when they change the nameplate on their Tokyo apartment to read "Kurumatani-Natsume Sora and Kurumatani-Natsume Kenji" because "holy shit that's my fucking husband!!!!!"

And Tobi just laughs and wraps his arms around him and drags him down onto the couch to hold him, and Sora thinks that life is good. Very good.

And if Nao and Mokichi and Momoharu and Chiaki and Madoka and Juri and crew all crash their place five seconds later, well, Sora thinks, that just makes it better.

wow! if you made it through this entire thing i am grateful to you for reading! and lowkey impressed because this is almost 5000 words. see my Ahiru No Sora Headcanons tag for more! there is also a Sora/Nao relationship headcanons post.

#ahiru no sora #ahiru no sora headcanons #headcanons #kurumatani sora #natsume kenji #kurumatani sora x natsume kenji #tobisora #maybe these two nerds will finally LET ME REST IN P E A C E #go AWAY tobi jesus

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rinusagitora · 5 years

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Our rites of passage.

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Momo Hinamori, Tetsuzaemon Iba

Pairings: IbaHina, mentioned badship AiHina

Words: 3,400+

Summary: Post TYBW. WARNINGS--- shameless smut, mentioned sexual abuse; Momo is an impossibly lonely woman, with needs. Naturally she has to project those needs.

AO3: works/20429852

Momo was broken for almost five decades. Those days, she had little interest in romance. There was nothing for her after Sousuke.

She reentered the social hemisphere, however, just two years after Sousuke’s incarceration. She spent some evenings with Rangiku and Nanao once in awhile, but Momo rarely went out-out with anyone into the world, where there were plays and music and restaurants.

Her work was her life. Her friends were her coworkers.

Her and Tetsuzaemon hadn’t spoken much in the past. When it was just Momo and him in the conference room, thirty minutes early to a meeting which they didn’t get the memo that it was postponed, they were both professional enough to carry on a conversation.

“It’s hard being without a captain,” Tetsuzaemon said. “I’m managing, but at the cost of long hours.”

“It’s going to be hard. Just remember that you have friends who are more than happy to help. For the time being, you’re going to have to delegate. You’re all going to have a lot of slack to pick up in Komamura’s absence.”

“How did you do it?”

“With help. Hitsugaya-taichou and I split the duties, and I delegated of course.”

"Sensible," Tetsuzaemon replied. "Thank you for your advice."

"Of course."

---

Momo was easily qualified as a lonely woman. She hadn't dated anyone other than Sousuke in decades, and that relationship was far from satisfactory in hindsight. Her outings were in the commissary cafeteria, across the table from her peers. Tetsuzaemon was a good friend, like Rangiku and Nanao, but it became more apparent how empty Momo's life was the more time she spent with him. It made her sad. Sadder too that she couldn't get a read on Tetsuzaemon with those damn sunglasses in the way when she knew just how apparent her moods were.

"Are you okay?" he inquired.

"Of course. Just… contemplating."

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The only other person Momo disclosed anything to was Rangiku. She was reluctant to disclose anything to Tetsuzaemon, since everything Momo felt seemed catastrophic and gargantuan. He was one of the strongest men Momo knew, but the sordid details of her history weren't easily burdened by even the widest shoulders and thickest arms.

Still. She imposed, again and again. It must have exhausted many to not know what had her face constantly twisted.

"You'll think I'm awfully silly," she said, "but I miss Sousuke Aizen. I knew how to comport myself then. These days, I'm not even sure how to talk to friends without instinctually needing a wall of… I'm not sure. Secrecy, I suppose. It's difficult to describe." Momo frowned. "I apologize. I didn't mean to overshare."

Tetsuzaemon reached across the table and held her hand under his. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't say I understand your anxiety, but I value our friendship. I only asked because I wanted to help."

Momo gave him a smile. "Thank you," she replied. "That means a lot to me. If we're friends, though, may I call you Tetsuzaemon?"

"May I call you Momo?"

"Of course."

---

Momo swore up and down her own body conspired to kill her. If her lungs weren't so tight, her brain refused to slow down and let her sleep. She felt like she wasted away every night.

His godforsaken face strobed on the back of her eyelids. His cruel smile, the emptiness in his eyes. Sousuke was like a fucking monster, yet when Momo was desperate for someone's touch, anyone's touch, she couldn't help but relive her own rape again and again. Her own mind assaulted her with the pain and claustrophobia, and what was worse, it interrupted her everytime she masturbated.

Everytime, she fought to ignore potent and poignant memory, but it was difficult. It slipped into her mind, like Tetsuzaemon did that night. Momo felt as guilty as she did aroused.

His chiselled jaw and big grin somehow overlayed Sousuke's as she worked her clit with the head of her purple dildo. Somehow, his arms pushed away Sousuke's, and Momo needed her body pillow to cuddle in place of his body. It was far too soft and narrow to emulate Tetsuzaemon's physique, but it worked.

Heat accumulated between her body and her pillow as she slid her dildo between her moistened folds. Her legs quivered as she pictured it was his cock that rubbed her in preparation. He was so gentlemanly, Momo could picture his forehead against her own, could almost hear his compliments and consolation.

Momo pushed her toy inside her. She choked, fell onto her back, moaned for Tetsuzaemon. With one hand, she held the top of her body pillow against her neck, like Tetsuzaemon had his face buried away, and slowly fucked herself. The dildo was hard as rock. The longer the thrust, the better it scratched her bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, Tetsuzaemon," Momo whimpered. She picked up the pace as fast as she could push it in. Her legs involuntarily tensed around her hand, so Momo folded her body pillow, straddled the bottom half as a base for her dildo, and hugged the top. Tetsuzaemon's phantom arms assisted her. Momo imagined her nipples scraped against his muscular chest, so receptive from years of neglect, she felt their heat mingle, his hands in her hair.

Momo slammed with finality onto her dildo. Her orgasm locked every part of her for a good half minute where she only shook. It passed much too soon, and much too soon her self-loathe returned. She was so sickened with her own deviancy, to masturbate to an unsuspecting friend, she burst into tears, huddled up against the wall, and wished for someone to strike her bloody.

---

"I'm pleased to announce we will be promoting Tetsuzaemon Iba to the captain position."

Momo smiled at Tetsuzaemon. She was proud of his promotion to nanabantai. She was also saddened, however, since they would see less of each other. She should've been relieved, since it would get him out of her head and her hazy states of arousal, but Momo was a selfish person. Change meant she had to cope with worsened loneliness. But Momo wanted to be a good friend. When the meeting was dismissed, she caught up to Tetsuzaemon to personally congratulate him.

"Hello. I'm glad you were selected for the position. No one is better suited," she said. "I would like you to come with me for tea to celebrate. I'm sure you will be drinking with friends, so I'll let you be sober for them."

"It would be my pleasure, Momo."

He offered Momo his elbow, and she courteously accepted. She tried to ignore the night she jacked off with him in mind as they walked. Thankfully, she was successful since Tetsuzaemon and her conversed easily.

"My mother was absolutely thrilled when I told her. Never seen her so proud."

"She ought to be," Momo said. "You always work so hard…. Don't forget about all us when you're busy in the big leagues."

"Momo… we're still friends. I'm sure we'll still have time to spend with each other. It's just a promotion."

She smiled. Momo hoped that was the case, because good things in her life seemed to slip away. She was the hive of terrible evils. She would understand if they drifted, but she would've been terribly sad.

They sat, they sipped tea, they joked and talked.

“Let’s finish up here. I bought this new sake I’d like to try with you. I know you don’t drink, but… I’d like to offer, nonetheless.”

Momo smiled. “Whatever happened to sobriety and celebrating with other friends?"

"A taste wouldn’t hurt. To celebrate.”

Tetsuzaemon and Momo paid for their tea and left. When they came upon his barracks, he unlocked the door, and he followed her after he gestured her inside.

“A humble place,” she remarked, since it was the first time Momo had ever been in his home before. There were pictures of his family on the walls, vases filled with flowers in the windows. “Surprisingly personal for a man.”

“My mother sends me decorations now and again. Come, sit,” Tetsuzaemon replied. Momo sat as asked of her. Tetsuzaemon returned a moment later with a pitcher of guava-flavored sake.

“To friendship,” he toasted.

“To your success,” she replied.

They both drank. He drank surprisingly little. They were silent. Momo hadn’t been out for so long before, like a naughty child out past curfew. She scolded herself. She was an adult who could stay out as long as she wanted with whoever she wanted.

It was definitely the booze, but Momo’s rebellious feelings made her want to kiss Tetsuzaemon, maybe drink naked with him. A jab to Sousuke’s tyranny.

"I had a dream the other night. We slept together," Tetsuzaemon announced like magic, "I've felt bad about it for awhile now."

Momo was relieved. Flattered. It felt nice to be lusted after, to be naughty. “I’ve had fantasies too. You are exorbitantly handsome, and more so sweet. I don’t think I love you, Tetsuzaemon, but… we’re adults. We have needs. We’ve projected them onto each other since there’s no one else to.”

“Are we good enough friends to help each other meet our needs?” Tetsuzaemon asked.

Momo delicately put aside his dishware. Tetsuzaemon watched her unreadably. She sat on the table in front of him, with her legs spread, and she batted her bedroom eyes at him. “Let’s find out. Please undress me.” Tell her she was beautiful, she inwardly pleaded.

Tetsuzaemon gingerly pushed her yukata off her shoulders. It slid down to her waist. Her shame, her breasts and ugly, pink scar, were in full view for his judgement.

“I’ve wanted to see this for awhile now,” he said reverently. “You are as beautiful as I could imagine.”

His calloused finger stroked the underside of Momo’s breasts. How Momo missed the touch of another human being, so carnal, licentious. Sousuke never touched her like Tetsuzaemon did. As he played with her nipples, brown like caramel, Momo pulled his sunglasses off his angled face and set them aside. His eyes were thin and almost black. They smouldered with hunger for her. Hungered so much he took her breasts in his hands and suckled. She moaned helplessly, only able to clutch the back of his neck. He held her tightly, his tongue happily played with her bosom, and Momo felt adored more than ever before. She was drunk off the attention.

“Give me your cock,” Momo ordered, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Sweet Mother of God,” he cursed. He was only partially erect, but halfway so, from her breasts and filthy mouth alone. Tetsuzaemon stood, bent at the knees to accommodate the distance between her mouth and his cock. She stroked him with her fist. His hips bobbed back and forth with her. He grew to full mast with Momo’s administrations. Tetsuzaemon was inarguably behemoth. His cock touch his belly button when fully erect, and it was so thick Momo’s fingers couldn’t wrap around it.

Precum seeped from the head. Momo touched a finger to it, and it came away with a string. She touched his precum to her tongue. It wasn’t terrible, but how it made Tetsuzaemon grunt from the mere sight, she decided it was worth the unremarkable taste of cum to suck him off. Momo leaned forward and swallowed him whole. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat, but she was a quick study, and figured out how to breathe through her nose in time with her head bobs.

“Fuck… you are amazing,” Tetsuzaemon groaned breathlessly. His fingers combed through her hair. He held it from the back of her head like a handle and fucked her mouth independently. She loved his forcefulness. It wasn’t like Sousuke’s, who relished her discomfort. Tetsuzaemon’s dominance was all need and adoration. He needed Momo for release.

She loved it so much she peeled her eyes open, pushed herself off, and grinned as precum dribbled down her chin. “I want to try something,” she said as she untied her obi. Tetsuzaemon wordlessly watched as Momo pushed her hakama off, spun on the table and laid on her back so her head pointed towards his crotch and he had full view of her as she masturbated.

“I need you to fuck my mouth.”

Tetsuzaemon wasted no time. He braced her head in his hands, shoved his cock into her mouth, and fucked her face. Her fingers fervently circled her clitoris. It drove him wild. Tetsuzaemon quickened, and seconds later, his cum pumped down her throat, thick and warm. She milked him with her free hand for every drop, and he shook like tremors overcame his legs.

Finally, he pulled out of her mouth, shiny from his cum and her saliva. Momo proudly scraped the vestiges of his cum back onto her tongue.

“Was I good?” Momo cooed.

“You were… you were outstanding.” Tetsuzaemon looked down at his still-hard member. “Holy shit, I want more….”

Momo grinned. “Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you everywhere I can, until you’re so fucked up, you’re gonna need me to carry you to work.”

Momo squealed in delight as Tetsuzaemon pushed her back onto the table, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and pushed himself inside of her. She had no other words to describe it aside from it was like he scratched a deep itch. It relieved so much pressure Momo bit back a scream of ecstasy.

“That is… god, you are unlike any other man I’ve been with!” she cried in delight. “Go on, I’m okay.”

Tetsuzaemon thrusted into her. Momo held his biceps, feebly pleaded for him to fuck her harder, harder, harder until the table creaked beneath the force of which they fucked. It scratched the back of her clitoris, and her release built up like Tetsuzaemon filled a kitchen pitcher in a creak. It filled surprisingly quickly.

“Oh my god,” Momo choked, “harder, I’m going to-- I’m cumming!”

Tetsuzaemon unmercifully hammered into her. Every muscle in Momo’s body locked up, her lungs froze. Euphoria engulfed her in waves stronger by the second.

When it faded, Momo felt light. Sated. She kissed Tetsuzaemon.

“That was… wow. I don’t think I ever came like that… ever,” she admired as he pulled out. Momo looked over her breasts and her belly to see his cum ooze from her. It made her dizzy with delight.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Stand next to the wall.”

Momo salivated. She gleefully obeyed, even as his semen oozed down her leg. Tetsuzaemon heaved her leg over his shoulder and poised himself to enter her yet again. There was no ceremony once he picked up. He fucked her hard and fast. Momo covered her mouth to prevent her crying out. Yet again, his cock filled her so fully, he scraped that special, nervous spot.

“Your pussy is great,” he groaned. “Momo, everything about you is phenomenal.”

“Thank you, Tetsuzaemon!” Momo gasped. “Oh god, please, fuck me more. I need more!”

“Say it again”

“Oh god, I need you. Tell me what you've done."

"Fuck--- I had this incredible dream you took me home with you. You went to change a-and you came back wearing nothing but stockings and holding rope. You tied me to the floor and I ate your pussy. The next day, I had to jack off at my desk when I was trying to eat lunch because I just couldn't stop thinking about how good your pussy is."

Momo grinned. "Isn't my pussy great? How long have you wanted it?"

"I wanted to fuck you our first meeting since we rebuilt the conference room. You're so cute, I just couldn't stop imagining fucking you better than that scumbag."

"Did you jerk off?"

"I couldn't stop!"

Tetsuzaemon choked. His eyes fluttered shut as his cock pushed his cum inside of her. Momo pulled him deep into her, elated by the sheer amount that oozed down their legs. His loads were so voluminous. Momo wanted it all in her and on her.

He finally caught his breath. Momo kissed his neck. "I need it again," she told him. "I need you to fill me until I can't walk."

Tetsuzaemon happily obliged. He threw Momo face-first onto his couch, he pinned her head against the cushion with one hand, and then railed into her with his cock.

"Fuck!" Momo screamed without regard for who was beyond the thin walls of his barracks. She quivered like her bones would rattle apart. "This is the best thing I've ever had!"

"Better than that arrogant sod?" Tetsuzaemon spat.

"Legions. God, he pales in comparison to what you can do. Never fucked me half as good!"

Tetsuzaemon's cock slammed deep into her. It was relentless and positively heavenly. Momo knew she had been fucked as hard in the past, when she was Sousuke's whore, but Tetsuzaemon built up to it with his own godliness. Momo shrieked in ecstasy, without care who heard her, all that mattered was she was on top of the world.

Her orgasm ascended from her groin, into her chest, and filled her head. Momo had never felt lighter, or more pleasured. If it wasn't for Tetsuzaemon who held her in place, she was sure to have slumped to the floor.

Tetsuzaemon pulled his cock out. He was absolutely covered in their cum and somehow still hard. Momo helplessly sat on his couch with her legs tightly shut to keep what was sure to be several ounces of cum inside of her. She had no idea what her preoccupation with it was since she wasn't fertile or baby hungry to begin with, she just needed it in her.

"Holy shit…" Tetsuzaemon cursed. "God, it's been so long, I want to keep going," he told her.

"Me too," she replied. "Can you? I don't think I can stand. My legs feel like jam."

Tetsuzaemon grinned, what Momo would call the first ever display she had ever seen of arrogance. She couldn't help but smile with him. His virility was superb. "I'll be just a second," he said, before he fled into his room. Tetsuzaemon returned with a full-length mirror. Momo's mouth went dry. Happily, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the couch and sat her a couple feet away from the mirror. He held her on her knees, with his enormous hands clasped around her breasts, and he fucked her from behind.

Momo wordlessly watched in the mirror. She watched the bottom of his cock vanish and reappear in time with his thrusts. There was no more room for his cum and cock to share, so his cum gushed down her legs. The additional visual stimulation made her all the more receptive to his every movement. She was atop a pedestal, she thought, as Tetsuzaemon watched with rapt attention too. His handiwork on a gorgeous woman he drove absolutely crazy that afternoon.

"Thank you," Momo mewled. "God, thank you. This is better than I could ever imagine."

"You're gonna come to me a couple afternoons during the week so I can fuck you during my lunch," he told Momo. She happily nodded with the picture of her braced on his desk as he triumphantly railed her. God, she would have moved in just to fuck him at that point.

Momo's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her climax forced out his name from her clenched teeth. She felt his cum billow inside of her, stroke every part of her.

Tetsuzaemon pulled out, and it spilled onto her legs. He kissed her neck, he wordlessly carried her into his bathroom were he towelled her off, and then carried her into his room and laid with her on his mattress.

"You're gonna be late for your party," she mumbled feebly. Her body was thoroughly exhausted from their legendary romp, even talking was difficult.

"I'd rather rest with you. I think if I drink anymore, I'll just pass out."

She smiled and cuddled up next to Tetsuzaemon. "I'm very selfish to be, but I'm glad."

"Neither of us have been with anyone else like this…. I'm emotional too. I don't want to just up and leave." He swept her into his torso. She laid on his breast.

Momo didn't love Tetsuzaemon, but she could forget about those awful decades with Sousuke.

#bleach #ibahina #momo hinamori #tetsuzaemon iba

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