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Digimon Savers Commentary Episode 3 - The Genius Who Returned Home, Tohma! Crush Meramon!

In this episode, we’re introduced to Tohma, whose return to the Japanese branch of DATS immediately sparks a hostile rivalry between him and Masaru. Meanwhile, Masaru’s first mission as a DATS member presents him with the tricky conundrum of figuring out how to punch fire.

We open with Masaru and Agumon stuffing their faces at the Daimon family breakfast table.

Sayuri:  “My, my. Masaru never usually gets up before the afternoon on a Sunday. This must be thanks to Agu-chan!”

Masaru habitually sleeping in on non-school days is deeply relatable.

But more importantly, it’s lovely that him meeting Agumon has changed that! Though Masaru might have got something out of fighting random street punks before, it seems that it wasn’t quite exciting enough to him to get him out of bed early for it. It was probably more just that he’d wander around town bored and pick fights with anyone who seemed up for it out of a lack of anything better to do.

But now that he and Agumon have got all these Digimon to fight, Masaru’s got a real reason to wake up as soon as possible to go do that! Meeting Agumon has genuinely made him a whole lot happier with his life.

Also it is adorable how Sayuri and Chika have already taken to calling Agumon “Agu-chan”. It’s a cute sign that they see him as exactly the dorky kid that he is rather than as some weird monster, and also that they see him as one of the family, which is absolutely what he is now.

Can we please appreciate Chika’s done-ness here. I love her.

Masaru:  “What the hell, Mom! Serve me before Agumon!”

Sayuri:  “I never said you wouldn’t have your share. Just wait for a bit. After all, Agu-chan’s still a child.”

Again with the just treating Agumon like the big kid that he is. Sayuri is so good.

We are also introduced to the glorious treasure that is Sayuri’s fried eggs! Agumon has certainly discovered how great they are.

(Technically, these are tamagoyaki, a Japanese miniature rolled omelette thing. But the subs go with fried eggs, which is close enough and rolls off the tongue quicker in English.)

Masaru:  “Gimme that!”

Agumon:  “I won’t hand over the last of Sayuri’s fried eggs, not even to you!”

Oh, won’t you, Agumon? Not ever?

(This is another line to keep in mind for a lot later.)

Chika:  “What a child…”

As Masaru wrestles Agumon in an attempt to literally get the fried egg back from out of his mouth, Chika observes that she’s somehow the most mature of the three Daimon kids. (Yes, I said three, what of it.)

Meanwhile, Tohma is… having a gratuitous shower scene. Uhhh, sure. Apparently this totally needed to be his introduction. …Look, at least I appreciate that the fanservice is being equal-opportunity in terms of gender. (For now.)

He also has a butler, and is living in a pretty big but mostly quiet and empty mansion. This sequence is about showing the huge contrast between Masaru and Tohma’s home lives, but I do not know why the writers thought a shower scene was necessary for that.

(Tohma mentioned at the end of last episode that this country is his mom’s homeland, but he sure doesn’t appear to be staying with his mom right now, does he.)

Agumon attempts to fit himself into the basket of a bike which I can only imagine is Chika’s, because I don’t think Masaru’s bike would be pink. Agumon doesn’t seem to realise this. Chika doesn’t seem to want to tell him. He is such a ridiculous dork.

Meanwhile, Tohma gets seen off in the morning by the mansion’s staff bowing goodbye to him, and then is driven around in a limo.

Masaru’s “transportation”, on the other hand, is running down the street while giving Agumon a piggy back. Apparently this is so that Agumon can stay still and pretend to be a really big stuffed toy, but he’s kind of ruining that by talking and waving his arms around to cheer his aniki on.

(Of course, the most obvious way to not have Agumon raise suspicion would be to keep him in his Digivice, but it seems they’ve already agreed offscreen that that’s not an option because Agumon doesn’t like it in there. Yoshino and Satsuma would probably have some words to say to them about that, but hey, they’re not here, so Masaru’s gonna let his follower stay outside and be happier.)

Masaru:  “Uh… what do I press again? This? No…”

Masaru, that DATS earpiece only has like two buttons on it, it can’t be that hard to figure out.

Yoshino:  “We have a Digimon signal.”

Masaru:  “Where?!”

Yoshino:  “Area C-7. Can you get there directly?”

Masaru:  “Yeah! Leave it to us!”

Not pictured: Masaru wondering where the heck “C-7” is and why he impulsively said he could definitely get there when it could be on the other side of the city for all he knows.

(Okay, that’s probably not actually what happens. Somehow we are supposed to believe that Masaru – Masaru – memorised all these location codes that DATS uses remarkably quickly. I imagine he knows the city quite well, but these codes for the areas are presumably a DATS-only thing that civilians wouldn’t be familiar with.)

Street punk #1:  “So boring…”

Street punk #2: “Nothing’s going on at all…”

PetitMeramon: “Nothing at all!”

This is the first time we’ve seen a rampaging Digimon speak… but it doesn’t necessarily seem to be expressing its own thoughts. Rather, it’s just parroting these bored dudes. The PetitMeramon goes on to float down the street and set things on fire, which certainly makes it so that something interesting’s finally going on. It almost seems as if this is happening because these dudes were bored and wanted some kind of excitement, even if they weren’t necessarily wishing for this.

This is almost immediately followed by Masaru and Agumon showing up, which… the timing of that doesn’t exactly work out for the PetitMeramon to have only just appeared, assuming this is the Digimon signal Yoshino told him about while he was still in his own neighbourhood. But I’m still very sure that the writers want us to feel like these dudes’ boredom is related to the PetitMeramon being here, and honestly, showing us that is more important than getting meaningless details like the timing of things exactly right, so I don’t actually care.

Masaru:  “Let’s fight!”

PetitMeramon: “Fight…”

Again, still not really speaking for itself, just parroting. Though this time it’s parroting a different person, so maybe what we can take from this is that there were some other bored people who originally brought it here and now it’s just parroting and acting on the thoughts of whoever happens to be nearby. (It’s true that we didn’t actually hear the sound of a Digital Gate opening just now.)

Unfortunately for our pair of dorks, a living fireball like PetitMeramon is immune to Agumon’s fire attacks and not solid enough for Masaru to punch. And without punching it, Masaru can’t get his Digisoul, so he can’t evolve Agumon either. This is the absolute worst possible enemy for them to try and fight.

Naturally, they just chase it further down the street anyway, giving absolutely no care to the random dudes who just watched a giant lizard and a living fireball duke it out. Despite being a DATS member now, Masaru is still really not here for all of the calculated government secrecy stuff.

Luckily, Tohma arrives on the scene in his limo and cleans up these loose ends Masaru left using a memory-wipe flashy thing. And, to be fair, I wouldn’t be surprised if Satsuma just didn’t even give one of those to Masaru in the first place. I’m not sure I’d trust him not to accidentally point it the wrong way when using it or something, given that he could barely figure out the two buttons on his earpiece. Masaru and technology do not mix.

(…Though I have to wonder why Gaomon then emerges from the limo and isn’t inside his Digivice. Sure, the flashy thing knocked out those dudes so they’re not a problem right now, but do you really not expect to run into any more people as you chase down the target? …But of course, the only real reason Gaomon is out right now is so that we can get a brief glimpse of him as a stinger before the opening.)

Okay! Okay!

I can jump over any limits!

Feel that excitement passionately!

Some more gung-ho opening lyrics! These feel appropriate here, as the idea of Masaru’s burning passionate excitement is going to be a bit of a thing in this episode, as is the idea that he brashly considers himself to have no limits whatsoever.

At DATS HQ, Masaru is grumpy about not being able to win.

Yoshino:  “Well, I didn’t think it would go easily for you from the start.”

Honestly, having seen how easily Masaru handled the fights in the first two episodes, I would have expected things to go easily for him, at least in terms of fighting. It only didn’t because this specific enemy happens to be immune to all of his usual tactics. The more logistical side of things, such as the secrecy and the memory wiping stuff, I can see Masaru needing a while to get used to (though, spoiler, he’s, uh, never really going to become any good at that at all), but not the fighting.

Tohma shows up with the PetitMeramon’s Digiegg, presenting it to Yoshino and not even acknowledging Masaru’s presence.

Miki and Megumi, the two young women who work the tech side of things at HQ, begin fawning over him, which is, uh, a liiittle questionable when he’s fourteen and they’re… it’s never made clear exactly how old, but definitely at least adults. Thankfully, this mostly goes away and stops being much of a thing after this episode.

There is also Gaomon! He is a good dog. Though right now he’s being as dismissive as his master and ignoring Agumon when Agumon tries to ask who he is.

Masaru:  “You bastard! You took away my prey!”

It’s so Masaru to be mad about this. That PetitMeramon was his opponent first, and now he can’t even settle the fight himself because this guy came in and defeated it before he could!

Tohma barely looks at him, and…

Masaru:  “What, gonna fight?”

…of course Masaru is ready to start a fight over this, because this is how he’s used to settling disputes.

But actually Tohma was just turning to walk towards Satsuma, still pretty much entirely ignoring Masaru’s presence.

Tohma:  “I’ve looked through the written reports, and it seems rather peculiar that there are a large number of Digimon detected in this country lately.”

[…]

Satsuma:  “Is the frequency not as high in EU?”

Tohma:  “No. It must be because it has a larger area.”

I do not understand what Tohma is trying to get at with that last part. Since Europe is bigger than just Japan, surely that means they’d expect more Digimon incidents in it, not less.

That weird part aside, though, it is a relevant point that Japan in particular has been seeing more Digimon incidents than anywhere else. There’s a reason for this.

Masaru is fed up with Tohma acting like he doesn’t exist and walks up to cough pointedly behind him. It’s actually rather unlike Masaru to be passive-aggressive and indirect like this, but it does amuse me.

Satsuma:  “Oh, let me introduce you. This is…”

[Tohma barely even glances at Masaru; Masaru gets angry]

Masaru:  “Hey! I don’t care if you’re called Tohma or Tonma… but around here, I’m your senpai! I’ve only been here for three days, but make sure to call me ‘Daimon-san’ or ‘Daimon-senpai’!”

Not that it takes much for Masaru to go back to his usual direct approach to things. Tohma just waltzing in here, easily defeating the opponent that Masaru was struggling against, getting immediate respect from everyone else in the room and barely even acknowledging Masaru as worthy of looking at makes Masaru feel inferior, which riles him up and gets him flailing to assert some kind of superiority in a really transparent way.

See, Masaru wouldn’t usually care all that much about people showing the appropriate politeness when referring to him, but when it’s this jerk who’s making him feel like this, damn right he’s going to insist that the three days more he’s been here is totally enough to count as making him a senpai. (A senpai means someone senior within the same group; it’s a Japanese concept that doesn’t quite have a direct English equivalent, hence the subs leaving it as-is and just giving us a translators’ note explaining it.)

Calling him “Tonma” – which another translators’ note informs us is a word for an idiot, so basically Masaru’s just insulting him in a very juvenile way – is, of course, not exactly the best way to establish himself as a mature and senior senpai.

Satsuma and Yoshino point out that actually Tohma is Masaru’s senpai, because he used to work here until he took a six-month trip to work at a DATS branch in Europe, which he’s just returned from.

Masaru:  “B-But no matter how you look at it, he’s the same age as I am…”

Establishing Tohma’s age as being also fourteen. (Though technically Masaru wouldn’t necessarily know his exact age and is just saying he seems similarly aged, but whatever, Tohma is fourteen as well, let’s go with it. Their rivalry has a much more fun dynamic if they really are exactly the same age rather than one having a year or two of seniority over the other.)

They also go on to add that Tohma is a genius who already has a degree (and even more than that, as we’ll later learn). And, okay, while on paper Tohma’s genius achievements are probably wildly unrealistic for anyone to have managed at the age of fourteen no matter how clever they are, it doesn’t really bother me. In practice, the genius thing isn’t here to make Tohma magically unrealistically special; it’s here to make him interesting and a great foil for Masaru. Tohma is a very well-written character whom I really like, almost as much as Masaru, and I’m looking forward to getting to talk about him a lot here.

On top of this, the Norstein family is Austrian nobility, so Tohma’s practically a prince as well. (Again, there’s very much a point to this that’s relevant to his character and not just for the sake of making him special). And they add that Gaomon is the most accomplished battler they have among the Digimon at DATS (not that there’s that many for him to compete with there).

Satsuma:  “Be sure to get along with each other, as you are colleagues.”

Yep, Masaru’s sure to have no problems getting along with this person whom you just lengthily explained is way more awesome than he is despite being the same age as him.

Masaru certainly doesn’t seem too happy about this.

Tohma:  “I think it will be futile to do so, Captain Satsuma. There is not a chance that this person could benefit DATS.”

Masaru:  “What d’you mean?!”

[Tohma only barely glances at Masaru before turning back to the Captain]

Tohma:  “People like him should be dismissed at once.”

…Though, it turns out, Tohma is also equally unwilling to even attempt to play nice. All this barely even glancing at Masaru and talking about him rather than to him is kind of a dick move. Really, Masaru and Tohma are being equally as rude to each other here, albeit in completely different ways.

Masaru:  “Say that to my face! Look into a person’s eyes when they’re talking!”

And I love that this in particular is what gets to Masaru the most. He’s always so straightforward, and being that way is important to him. He can’t stand people beating around the bush and being vague about their intentions rather than just coming out and saying what they really mean directly to the person involved.

To be fair to Tohma, he does actually listen and look Masaru straight in the eye this time.

Tohma:  “You and your partner are not suited for DATS.”

Yoshino:  “Tohma!”

I like Yoshino protesting here. Even she thinks this is going a bit far.

And it is a bit far, really – sure, Tohma caught a glimpse of Masaru and Agumon’s rather unfortunate fight against the PetitMeramon earlier, but that’s hardly enough evidence to decide that they have absolutely nothing to offer. This says less about Masaru and Agumon and more about Tohma himself: he’s something of a perfectionist, and he doesn’t like the idea of working with anyone who doesn’t match up to his very high standards.

(College degree as a teenager? Member of Austrian nobility? Yeah, we can already guess where some of that might come from.)

Masaru, being Masaru, has had enough and just tries to punch Tohma – but he blocks it easily.

Tohma:  “Really, now. You want to face me with that level of power? How incredibly pathetic.”

Masaru:  “What do you mean, ‘that level’? How strong does that make you, then?!”

This is the first person Masaru’s met in probably a really long time who’s said anything to the effect that he’s not strong enough, who’s implied that there’s some other, higher level of strength that Masaru just doesn’t have yet. He’s not used to thinking of his strength in those terms, and feeling inferior. Isn’t he supposed to be the number one street fighter in Japan? How can there be any kind of greater strength he doesn’t have?

Tohma:  “Do I have to answer that?”

Masaru:  “Yeah! Go on, show me! Let’s see the truth behind all that bragging!”

Of course Tohma has to answer that and actually prove himself! Masaru is all about actions rather than words; if someone’s claiming they’re stronger than him, there’s no way he’s going to just accept that until he tests it out for himself.

It turns out Tohma is indeed perfectly willing to put his money where his mouth is, because we cut to what’s presumably a gym somewhere in the DATS HQ, in which there is a boxing ring. I might call this awkwardly convenient, but no, actually, since Tohma used to work here (and he’s into boxing, as we’re about to see), it makes a lot of sense that he might have asked to have one installed for himself to use recreationally in between missions.

Yoshino:  “Hey! Put on your headgear!”

Masaru:  “I don’t need it! Besides, he’s not wearing any!”

Masaru and Tohma are both being reckless idiots here, pointlessly endangering themselves because of their pride. They’re both telling themselves “I don’t need to protect myself to win against him”, and they’re certainly not going to be the only one to wear headgear while the other doesn’t and end up looking like they’re only winning because they have an unfair advantage, or like they’re wearing it because they’re worried.

It is notable that Yoshino is only trying to encourage Masaru to wear the headgear. Apparently she’s already expecting Tohma to have the upper hand here? Ouch.

As you’d expect, the first few moves of the fight are Masaru throwing wild punches at Tohma while he easily dodges them all.

Tohma:  “You put all your faith in power without using any strategy or tactics.”

Which pretty much sums up the entire Masaru-Tohma contrast going on here: reckless power versus careful strategy.

Tohma:  “Why did you join DATS?”

Masaru:  “Huh?! It was so I could win, obviously!”

Tohma:  “Against who?”

Masaru:  “Against strong guys!”

Look at how Masaru doesn’t even think to specify who he wants to win against at first, because the exact opponent he’s fighting isn’t the point. He just wants to challenge himself and prove to himself how strong he is by winning those challenges, and fighting Digimon happens to be the best way for him to do that right now.

Also look at how Masaru has completely stopped caring about the part where the other reason he joined was so that Agumon wouldn’t be taken from him. That genuinely does not matter to him any more, now that he’s here anyway because he wants to be.

(So it’s actually kind of a bit much that Tohma is insisting Masaru should be dismissed from DATS – because that would mean he’d lose not only this job, but also Agumon.)

Tohma finally stops just dodging and counters with a blow to Masaru’s stomach – the first punch that’s actually landed for either of them – giving him a sense of the high ground as he says these next words.

Tohma:  “What a boring story. DATS has an important mission. Every member has an obligation and a responsibility to carry that out.”

It’s very appropriate that Tohma would be so disdainful of Masaru being here for entirely personal reasons, while he feels like this whole thing is supposed to be about a sense of duty for a greater purpose. That noble Norstein family heritage is showing just a little bit.

Obviously, DATS’s general mission of covering up Digimon incidents is indeed important, but so long as he helps them do that anyway, what does it actually matter if that’s not the reason Masaru’s here?

Masaru:  “Shut up! Stop acting all elite!”

Masaru still does not like Tohma constantly acting like he’s better than him, like he’s just this perfect superhuman who doesn’t even have any personal desires of his own other than to do as he’s supposed to.

Tohma:  (He’s beyond help.)

Geez, Tohma, that is going a bit far. Again, he’s just writing Masaru off entirely because he doesn’t fit Tohma’s idea of how things should be, rather than trying to understand his different view on things.

(But of course, Masaru is not really being any better about trying to understand Tohma’s perspective and is currently similarly writing him off as an elitist jerk who needs to be taken down a peg.)

Tohma follows this thought up by punching Masaru right in the face, implying he’s been going easy until now and has finally started getting serious, expecting this single blow to end this. Which it does, because Masaru is knocked to the ground and doesn’t manage to rise for Yoshino’s count of ten, making Tohma the winner of this boxing match.

(please appreciate this look on Masaru’s face as he realises that Tohma has arguably beaten him, that maybe he really is inferior)

…But of course Masaru’s not just gonna stand for that. As Tohma is about to leave the ring, Masaru finally manages to get to his feet anyway.

Masaru:  “Wait right there… You really are… spouting a lot…”

Tohma:  “The match is over.”

Masaru:  “Match? What we’re having is a serious fight! It’s not a game!”

He doesn’t care about anything so pointlessly official as a match or a countdown to determine the winner. Settling their differences and proving who’s strongest goes way beyond those silly arbitrary restrictions!

With these words, Masaru manages to punch Tohma just as hard in the face… albeit only because Tohma was turned away and not quite ready to defend himself. Still, as far as Masaru would see it, in terms of his usual kind of fights, that’s on him! If he turned away from an opponent who’s still able and willing to fight him, that’s just letting his guard down!

Masaru:  “A fight doesn’t end until one side admits defeat!”

That’s the only rule Masaru needs for his street fights. So long as the combatants are still willing to fight each other, anything goes!

In fairness to Tohma, he doesn’t even complain about Masaru catching him off guard and seems quite willing to accept these new “terms” for the fight, because they jump right back into beating each other up.

We cut to later in the main control room.

Masaru:  “Damn it… That bastard…”

Yoshino:  “You should be happy it was a draw!”

Who’s betting it was Yoshino’s decision that it was a draw. I can’t imagine either Masaru or Tohma being willing to even admit to that much. After a while of them trading blows and obviously being quite evenly matched to the point that this could end up going on forever, Yoshino probably stepped in and insisted they call it off as a draw before they seriously hurt each other.

Yoshino:  “Tohma’s beaten Olympic champions in the past.”

…Yeah, so also on top of everything else, Tohma is a supremely talented boxer. But I don’t mind, because something like that is necessary for him to be able to equal Japan’s number one street fighter in a fistfight. And his fighting style being the precise and controlled sport of boxing rather than anything-goes street brawls once again serves to contrast their approaches. Tohma’s boxing talent is just another part of making him Masaru’s equal and opposite. These two are such good foils for each other.

Masaru:  “Well, I’ve taken out the leader of the third Minato high school!”

That is totally an equivalent thing here, right. He’s successfully beaten tough guys, too, the context doesn’t matter. Masaru was expecting to win and not just draw, damn it!

Yoshino:  “Really, the only things worthy of a gold medal around here are your pride and your competitive attitude.”

I love her snark. She’s not wrong. (Though really, Tohma’s pride would be giving Masaru just as much competition for that medal.)

I also love how pouty Masaru is.

It’s interesting how Yoshino’s putting band-aids on Masaru’s bruises, yet Tohma then walks into the room (still barely acknowledging Masaru) with an equally bruised face, and Yoshino’s not trying to tend to him. It’s like how she was only trying to get Masaru to wear the headgear earlier and not Tohma.

At this point, I doubt this is so much about thinking Masaru is weaker and more in need of this than Tohma, since she just watched them match each other in a fight. So maybe it’s more that Yoshino finds Masaru more approachable than Tohma. For all his reckless stubbornness, Masaru’s basically still a regular person, while Tohma’s from a whole other world to her. Perhaps she simply feels more comfortable directing this mom-friend behaviour at Masaru rather than Tohma, despite having known Tohma for longer.

The Digimon-signal alarm blares and Masaru instantly shifts to this excited grin. What a dork.

It’s more PetitMeramon. A lot of them. Turns out that if even the tiniest flame from their body is left behind, it can develop into a new PetitMeramon. Hearing this prompts Masaru to recall his earlier unsuccessful attempts to punch it, which only succeeded in sending little embers from its body flying everywhere.

Masaru:  (This is my fault…)

It’s admirable of Masaru to immediately acknowledge this rather than stubbornly try and make excuses to himself and pretend he totally didn’t mess anything up at all. But it is notable that he’s not saying that out loud. Which is probably because Tohma’s in the room, and he doesn’t want to give Tohma even more ammo to keep claiming that he’s a liability here.

Kudamon:  “It’s up to you, Tohma, Gaomon.”

Masaru:  “Wait! Those fireballs are ours to beat!”

Masaru insists this partly because he’s still frustrated that he didn’t get to finish the fight himself earlier, but almost certainly also because he feels responsible for this. This is his mess, and he wants to at least make up for it by being the one to fix things.

Tohma:  “Are you 100% certain you can secure these Digimon?”

Masaru:  “Damn right! We’ll pull it off somehow using our spirits!”

Such certainty. Masaru is definitely the kind of person to optimistically throw himself into things without being sure what the outcome will be. Usually, it might be reasonable to bank on that, but against this particular enemy which Masaru and Agumon currently have no way of even damaging… probably not.

Satsuma:  “This time, Tohma and Gaomon are best for the job.”

Satsuma realises this, too, of course. I like how he’s specifying that this is only because Tohma and Gaomon are more suited for this particular job, which is extremely true, and not that they’re better overall, which Masaru would not respond well to.

Satsuma:  “Yoshino. You and Lalamon will go to support Tohma.”

Which is to say, Yoshino will drive the car, because Tohma isn’t old enough to do that. (Lalamon won’t really be doing anything at all.) Tohma came to the earlier fight from his limo, but it seems that was only because he was being driven to DATS HQ and happened across the Digimon on the way. Limousines are not the usual DATS-approved method of transportation to Digimon incidents, funnily enough.

Masaru, having been ordered to stay behind and just watch them, is left feeling frustrated and inadequate.

(It’s really only because you can’t punch fire, Masaru!)

Gaomon fighting alone against the swarm of PetitMeramon achieves basically nothing, so Tohma very quickly switches from “Plan A” to “Plan A-2” and evolves him. (I like how it’s not “Plan B” and is totally just an alternate version of the first plan. It’s definitely not that trying to fight a swarm of several Child-level Digimon with a single Child-level was ever a bad plan and really he should have evolved Gaomon from the start.)

It’s a neat detail that Tohma clicks his fingers to summon his Digisoul. Yoshino does kind of a similar thing, not clicking her fingers but instead making a very particular emphatic motion with her hand. It’s like they need some sort of psychological trigger to get it to work – which then also makes it slightly less ridiculous that Masaru needs to outright punch a Digimon to get his to show up. It’s just a stronger kind of psychological trigger, is all! And Tohma and Yoshino have been doing this for a long time. Maybe it usually takes a lot of practice to be able to get one’s Digisoul to show up on command, and the reason why Masaru’s has this extra condition to trigger it is actually because he’s new at this.

I want to take this moment to inform everyone that Gaogamon is a very good fuzzy doggy. He’s one of my favourite Digimon designs.

As an Adult-level, Gaogamon is exponentially stronger than these Child-level PetitMeramon and can easily take down the entire swarm of them in a single attack. Digimon evolution levels, everybody. This isn’t even Gaogamon being especially impressive; this is just how it was always going to turn out.

Tohma:  “3 minutes, 47 seconds. We shortened it by another minute.”

Okay, so, some of Tohma’s genius traits can come across as a little bit silly in practice, such as this idea here that he and Gaomon have been timing themselves in their fights against rogue Digimon and constantly bringing that time down. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that each opponent they fight is different, so really it should be completely unreasonable to act like their times for each fight are at all comparable and that completing one fight faster than another means anything. (Plus, this is a thing that’s never going to come up again.)

Still, I do appreciate the narrative purpose of this bit – to show that Tohma is always pushing to improve himself and be better, despite being so incredibly hypercompetent at everything he does already. A lot like Masaru is always striving to challenge himself and get stronger despite already feeling like the strongest fighter in Japan! They are really not so different in a lot of ways.

Also, note how Tohma is getting to fight here, but it’s not the climactic fight of the episode. Just like I talked about for Yoshino in the previous episode: even though this is his introduction, this is not actually Tohma’s episode. It’s still Masaru’s. Tohma gets to have this fight and win it not for his own sake (the whole thing is so effortless that it’s not at all an interesting narrative from his point of view), but rather for the sake of Masaru’s conflict in this episode, because seeing how good Tohma is at this contributes to Masaru’s feelings of inferiority.

Agumon:  “Wow…”

Having watched Tohma and Gaomon’s performance from HQ, even Agumon can’t help but be impressed. But then he catches himself and looks guiltily at Masaru, realising he’s just making him feel worse. Aww.

It is interesting to note how, despite all the similarities between him and Masaru, Agumon himself doesn’t seem nearly as bothered by being outclassed by Gaomon in the same way. After all, he’s still a kid who knows he’s got a lot to learn from his aniki; Agumon has never tried to present himself as the best person around at fighting like Masaru does.

Kudamon:  “Understand now? This is the difference in ability between you and Tohma.”

Kudamon is apparently quite happy to imply that Masaru is significantly inferior to Tohma. Satsuma, though, doesn’t say anything to agree. I get the sense that Kudamon was a lot less on board with bringing Masaru into DATS, even though he ultimately accepted Satsuma’s decision to do so.

Masaru rushes out of the control room in frustration, with Agumon following.

Kudamon:  “Aren’t you going to stop him?”

Satsuma:  “Leave him alone.”

I like that Satsuma gets that this is something Masaru needs to figure out on his own, and that trying to talk to him directly about this is probably only going to make him feel worse.

(It’s this kind of approach of Satsuma’s that makes me think that him being so indirect about recruiting Masaru was on purpose out of him wanting Masaru to make the decision for himself.)

Masaru runs out of the DATS building through a tunnel that I’m pretty sure incidentally happens to be the same one we saw Agumon escaping through at the very beginning of the first episode.

Agumon:  “Aniki… Why are you angry?”

Masaru:  “Shut up!”

[Masaru trips in his running and falls to the ground]

Masaru:  “Damn it…”

I enjoy how Masaru tripping over serves to illustrate how his unthinking recklessness doesn’t always end well.

Agumon:  “Well, I think Tohma and Gaomon are nasty guys too, but…”

Aww, Agumon, trying to show that he’s still on his aniki’s side. And, yeah, he agrees that Tohma and Gaomon have been kind of dicks to them so far, but… (but still, he doesn’t get why Aniki is this upset about it.)

Masaru looks at Agumon with this bitter look for a moment, almost like he’s tempted to agree and just keep sniping at Tohma… but then he drops it.

Masaru:  “No… It’s myself that I’m mad at, not them.”

Of course that’s been what this is really about. This is the first time in a long time that Masaru’s been given any sense that he’s not good enough at something he really wants to do. This isn’t about Tohma; Tohma’s presence just brought this out of him.

And hey, big props to Masaru for being willing to admit this! He couldn’t quite do so at HQ in front of everyone, and especially not in front of Tohma himself, but at least he’s willing to do so here in front of Agumon. A weaker person could easily have kept insisting that, no, this totally is all about that arrogant jerk Tohma, and avoided the necessary self-reflection, but Masaru is generally pretty good at being emotionally honest about things, even when it stings.

He also happens to pull the band-aid off his face at this moment, which I enjoy – needing his wounds patched up is a sign of weakness that he doesn’t like having.

Masaru:  “Damn it! What am I doing? Really… what the hell am I doing?”

You’re doing your best, Masaru! Just like you’ve always, always been doing!

I really like how Masaru can’t actually properly articulate what the problem is. He knows there’s something wrong, something that’s frustrating him about himself, but he can’t put it into words. It doesn’t seem like he’s properly consciously aware of why he’s so into his whole fighting thing, and why he wanted to “fight stronger opponents” through joining DATS, so he can’t quite grasp why feeling like he’s not good enough at this bothers him so much.

Also, my compliments to the animators, and to Masaru’s VA. He looks and sounds like he’s on the brink of tears here, and it is good.

Masaru reaches the end of the tunnel… and who should he run into but the old man who gave him his Digivice, who’s sitting there cooking a fish like nothing is more natural.

Old man:  “It’s hard lighting up a fire… The sparks go out easily whenever the wind gets a little too strong.”

Masaru:  “Well, obviously!”

Old man:  “But… once I get a larger flame going, it burns strongly no matter how much the wind blows. Fire is an interesting thing, isn’t it?”

What we learned about the old man last episode is that he finds Masaru interesting and likes randomly showing up whenever Masaru is acting in a way that he considers to be interesting. Apparently, he got wind somehow of the fact that Masaru has been having these doubts, and so he showed up to just… observe, and express his observations in metaphor form. He’s comparing Masaru to the fire, saying that right now his “sparks” aren’t quite strong enough to keep going when something challenges them – but that soon enough, if he just keeps growing more, he’ll become so strong that nothing will be able to stand in his way.

That said, I highly, highly doubt that the old man expects Masaru to actually learn anything from this metaphor – I’m sure he must know well enough to expect anything and everything metaphorical to go right over Masaru’s head. This isn’t actually an attempt to give Masaru advice. This guy just likes being a mysterious old man who makes abstract metaphors about people he finds interesting, that’s all. Sooner or later, Masaru’s flame is going to burn so brightly that nothing at all can blow it out, and won’t that be fascinating to watch?

(I agree, old man. It will. That’s why I’m here, too.)

[Masaru stares intently at the fire the old man has managed to light]

Masaru:  “This is…”

And naturally, Masaru, who wouldn’t understand a metaphor if it punched him in the face, completely failed to pick up on what the old man was getting at. Instead, what this metaphor also coincidentally (or maybe not so coincidentally?) happened to be was some pretty useful advice on how to deal with the very literal, practical problem he’s been having today.

Before he can think on that further, Masaru hears a conversation over his earpiece. There’s more PetitMeramon signals, in a place where gas tanks are – not a great place for living fireballs to be flying around – and Yoshino and Tohma are 10 minutes away in their car.

Masaru:  “Leave it to me!”

Yoshino:  “Huh? What are you saying?”

Tohma:  “You can’t do it!”

Masaru:  “Shut up! I can get there in 3 minutes!”

The perfect opportunity for Masaru to get the chance to prove himself! Under other circumstances, it’d be arguably better for Masaru to stay back and leave this to Tohma again. Having shown some self-reflection on things, even Masaru himself would probably be willing to accept that and relent. But in an emergency like this, when he’s the closest one to it? Damn it, he has to at least try.

Since the “there” in question was only described as being “Area B-42”, what we have to conclude from this is that somehow Masaru has magically memorised all those location codes already. He doesn’t seem to be making this up to save face; he’s looking at an area off in the distance that he’d probably reasonably be able to sprint to in that time.

(Well, either that or he just assumed based on knowing that this is the only remotely nearby area with gas tanks. Maybe it’s that.)

Satsuma:  “I won’t approve of this!”

Masaru:  “Whatever, just watch! I’ll get ‘em this time!”

This isn’t Masaru arrogantly trying to show off and refusing to acknowledge that he’s unsuited for this. This is Masaru genuinely caring about trying to prevent the crisis if he can – and this time, he does have at least some idea of how to go about doing so.

Masaru makes it to the gas tanks, where there are indeed three PetitMeramon floating around.

Masaru:  “Agumon! Use Baby Burner!”

I’m… not sure how Masaru knew that Agumon even has an attack called Baby Burner, since he’s never used it before. I would say he could have had some kind of offscreen fight as a DATS member already in the three days he’s been here, but Yoshino’s response to his failure earlier suggested that today was indeed his first proper DATS mission.

Agumon:  “My attacks don’t work on them!”

Masaru:  “You heard me, do it!”

Agumon:  “Okay…”

Agumon is such a loyal follower! He doesn’t understand why this is a good idea – in fact, it seems like a thoroughly bad one – but he trusts his aniki’s judgement and does it anyway, even as it only seems to make the PetitMeramon stronger and Masaru keeps ordering more.

After enough fire, the three PetitMeramon grow strong enough to fuse together and evolve into Meramon. (Hey, at least this one’s a non-partnered evolution that makes sense to be happening right now.)

Agumon:  “It evolved! What now, Aniki?”

[Masaru grins]

Masaru:  “This is perfect!”

I love Masaru’s cocky taunting face here. He knows he’s got this, and he’s so ready to just have a good old fight again, like always.

Masaru:  “Fire sparks easily go out whenever the wind blows on them. But… Once they burst into flame…!”

[Masaru leaps to punch the Meramon quite solidly in the face and lands with his Digisoul flaring]

Masaru:  “They won’t be extinguished so easily!”

This was what he got out of the old man’s words. Not metaphorical advice about his emotional struggles, of course not – instead, just very literal advice on how to punch fire. He couldn’t punch the PetitMeramon because they were small enough that the wind of his punches just blew the flames out before he could connect. But if he makes the fire bigger and stronger? Then it’s no problem!

And you know what this is? This is Masaru using strategy. It’s a strategy that he needed someone else to nudge him towards – he’s still not really the kind of person to come up with something like this on his own – and it’s also a much more straightforward, reckless, Masaru-style strategy than someone cautious like Tohma would ever dare to use. But hey. It worked.

(Also, please appreciate this ridiculous shot of the DATS car skidding sideways as it dramatically arrives on the scene. That is not how cars work, but okay. …In fact, surely it’s been less than seven minutes that Masaru’s been here; I guess Yoshino floored it to get here as fast as she could, hence the dramatic skidding? She drives like a badass.)

Tohma:  “He got it to evolve on purpose… by making the fire stronger…”

See, even Tohma appreciates what the strategy was, even if he’s kind of gobsmacked at it being something so reckless.

And then, as usual, GeoGreymon wins the fight in a single attack. But again, I don’t really mind. The interesting part was getting to this point in the first place.

The Meramon disintegrates into three eggs, appropriate for the three PetitMeramon it came from – but it kinda raises some questions that this single Adult-level Digimon was effectively three individual Digimon in one. It also raises some questions that PetitMeramon was able to multiply itself just by its embers setting stuff on fire, and each of those multiplied offshoots also had its own individual egg. Is this just a particularly unique method of Digimon reproduction? I am definitely not supposed to be thinking about it this much.

Masaru:  “How’s that? I was able to take out the PetitMeramon, too!”

Having shown that he can do just as good of a job as Tohma after all, Masaru has bounced right back from his self-doubt and is feeling good about himself again. This kid doesn’t stay down for long.

Tohma:  “Don’t let this go to your head. You were just lucky this time.”

It really was not luck. Masaru used an actual strategy that he had good reason to believe would work. Tohma himself even just about acknowledged this during the fight… but not now, now that Masaru is properly listening to him and he’d have to acknowledge that to Masaru.

(A bit like how Masaru only acknowledged his own sense of inadequacy when Tohma wasn’t around.)

Masaru:  “It’s just like I told you. The ones who don’t give up until the end win the fight!”

Masaru claims this is like he told Tohma, but is it really about him? After all, Masaru himself was the one who had almost given up for a moment. It’s more like he’s saying this to remind himself that he shouldn’t have done that and should have just believed he could do it all along. (Like the old man said, he just needs to let his sparks grow into a bigger, unstoppable flame!)

We cut right from the location of the fight back to DATS HQ, while the argument amusingly continues as if there was no timeskip at all. They were probably arguing like this all the way back in the car, too. (Poor Yoshino.)

Tohma:  “Don’t be absurd. You don’t come up with any strategy or tactics. Do you think using force all the time will let you win at everything?”

He literally did come up with a strategy, though, Tohma! Maybe a strategy that relied on force, maybe not the kind of careful, cautious strategy that you’d use, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t count as a strategy!

Masaru:  “Hah, sounds like a sore loser to me.”

Yeah, I think Masaru’s spot on with this one. Tohma refusing to acknowledge Masaru’s approach in that fight as a legitimate if risky strategy really does seem like he’s just being a sore loser.

(Though I like how Masaru himself isn’t even trying to argue that it was strategic of him. Clearly that’s not something that he sees as being worth bragging about.)

Tohma:  “What did you say?”

Masaru:  “Wanna make somethin’ of it? I’ll knock you out with one hit to the face this time!”

Oh my god, Masaru. Look at this competitive dork. Now that he’s got his confidence back and feels like he is just as good or better than Tohma after all, he’s ready to have a rematch in the ring and certain that this totally means he’ll win this time!

Satsuma shuts them both up with his, quoth Yoshino, “thunderous demon roar” – apparently a regular thing of his – and declares that Masaru and Tohma will be working together as a team from now on. Naturally, they are both Not Happy about this.

Yoshino:  “This is the worst…”

Neither is Yoshino. This is a catchphrase of hers, which is sometimes used when things are going badly in a crisis, but is just as often used simply to express her sheer exasperation at the people around her. I love her role as the Only Sane Man among these two ridiculous over-the-top dorks she’s wound up working with.

Overall thoughts

I like this episode a lot! It’s a great introduction to Tohma, specifically in the context of him serving as a foil to Masaru.

There will be a lot more things about Tohma’s own issues and situation (like I said, there’s a reason for all the genius stuff, I promise) that we’ll eventually get into, but that’ll be a gradual process, because Tohma is not the sort of person to talk about his personal problems to anyone else. For now, since Masaru is the single main character of this series and we therefore see a lot of things through his perspective, it’s appropriate that Tohma is introduced in terms of how he differs from Masaru (as well as a few hints at their similarities).

Then, because of this, we get spend a lot of the episode on Masaru feeling outclassed and how he deals with that, and it’s delightful and subtle and I love it. The first two episodes were setting up the deal with Masaru encountering Agumon and joining DATS, but now that we’ve settled into a little more of a status quo, it’s the perfect time to start digging into Masaru’s character and have things begin to challenge his conception of his own strength. There will be more of this, and I’m looking very much forward to covering those episodes in particular.

This won’t really ever come up again, but it’s incidentally neat to see Masaru struggling with an enemy he can’t punch, and eventually coming up with a strategy by interpreting the old man’s metaphor about his issues literally, because of course he does.

I also just love the old man being there making metaphors about Masaru’s issues simply because he felt like it and finds Masaru interesting. He serves as a nice little narrative device to help draw the audience’s attention to when things are going on with Masaru, as we’ll see in a few more episodes in this arc. I can’t help but appreciate that about the old man, because it’s also basically what I’m doing with this commentary.

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Frostbite Chapter 5- Toxic

AN: Happy Friday y’all! Here’s a longer chapter to celebrate! It’s a little intense, but I hope you enjoy.

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Morning came sooner than any of the turtles anticipated, but especially to Donnie who was running on three hours of sleep. He counted on snoozing for another twenty minutes before training, but luck wasn't on his side. Even before his own carefully crafted alarm clock robot beeped, a loud voice woke him.

"Donnie!" came Michaelangelo bounding in with the energy of a golden retriever puppy. He bounced on the crooked bed with a loud creak of movement.

He groaned, still half asleep and bleary. "I'm sleeping, Mikey."

His baby blue eyes sparkled with mischief, prepared to annoy his older brother with his charming, but obnoxious grin. "No you're not. If you were asleep, how could you be talking to me?" He poked Donnie's head playfully. "Duh. I missed you, bro." He lay flat on his back, taking up most of the space and nearly smacking Don in the face. "It was like peanut butter without the jelly. Batman without Robin. Raph without Chompy! Elphaba without Gali-"

Rolling over, Donnie sat up begrudgingly. "I get the point. But you saw me last night." He stated obviously. "Remember?"

He scrunched his nose thoughtfully. "That was forever ago! And you were all cooped up in your lab for most of the time. We never hang anymore. Like, doing fun stuff."

"I guess you're right about that." He shrugged. "Sorry, I promise we'll hang out again sometime. Maybe tonight?"

"Dude, that's gregarious!" He looked immensely proud that he used a big word, even if it was used incorrectly.

"Uh...close."

"We can have pizza, play video games, ooh! Have a monster movie marathon!" He exclaimed, listing each activity on his stubby fingers. 

"That sounds great."

"Come on bro, I'm making everyone breakfast! So you better hurry before Raph hogs it all." Mikey leapt off the bed, springing into action. Most likely the kitchen. 

It took a good five minutes for Donatello to physically move out of bed. He wasn't one for sleeping in, but he was never opposed to it either. Whereas Leo was always awake in the early morning and Mikey was chipper no matter what. And Raph...well, Raph was Raph.

The kitchen was bustling with energy, at least from Mikey's angle. He was cheerfully serving up omelettes on plates, carrying the ones he couldn't hold on top of his head with the balance of a ninja. Mikey had a talent for making even the fouled stench of the sewers comfortable and hospitable with only his charm and sweet demeanor. Not to mention his excellent cooking skills.

"Omelette au fromage made especially for Master Splinter." He said, passing the first plate to the wise rat. "Fromage means cheese in Spanish!" He explained. "Or...one of those languages."

"Thank you, Michaelangelo."

"Looks delicious, Mikey." April complimented, still residing in the lair. It was an hour or so before school, so she enjoyed having breakfast with the brothers. It felt as though she was part of their little family.

"Eh, don't forget me! I'm starved." Raph complained, eagerly stabbing his food with a fork as he dug in. Smiling softly, he cut up neat pieces for Chompy Picasso.

"Where is Leonardo?" Splinter glanced around the kitchen, noticing the blue masked turtle seemed to be missing.

"I thought he was mediating still." Raph said, puzzled.

"No, he wasn't." said Mikey. "I checked." He looked innocently at his brothers and April. "I made a plate of food for him and everything! Now it's gonna get cold." He looked down glumly.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" April suggested.

The three youngest turtles shook their heads in unison.

"Leo's always the first one awake. It's weird that he isn't here." Raph lifted Chompy onto his shoulder. "Not that I mind. I like the peace and quiet and lack of Space Heroes references to start my morning right."

"Donatello, perhaps you should check your brother's room?" Splinter suggested, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "It is possible he is still resting or feeling unwell."

"Hai Sensei."

April, sensing his apprehensiveness, stood up and rested her hand on his shoulder. "It'll be alright. I promise."

Feeling comforted by her warm tone, Donnie nodded firmly, and left the kitchen with high hopes that Leo was just snoozing longer than usual.

Something wasn't right. Donatello knew this, deep down, despite his optimism. His worry was growing the closer he moved to Leo's room, silently praying that everything would be alright. Raising a shaking hand, he opened the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief. There Leo lay in a deep slumber, even snoring lightly. It felt awful to simply wake him up, but he didn't really have a choice.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." He murmured, patting him. "Training time."

Unexpectedly Leo retracted his head into his shell, snoring even louder. This was beyond unusual- heck, even out of character. Leo was always extremely punctual and neat, refusing to be late for any training session.

"Why are you so tired?" Donnie wondered aloud. "We went to bed at the same time..."

Leo yawned, sluggishly moving forward out of his shell and stretching. "M' awake." He blinked. "Were you talking to me?" The blank expression that he gave was enough to cause further anxiety.

"Yeah? We have training."

His eyes widened. "Training! Oh, sewer apples!" He stumbled out of bed clumsily. "I'm here, I'm-" He yawned again. "Awake."

Donnie frowned, trying to analyze why Leo was so exhausted. Sure, they went to bed fairly late, but they've gone to bed later before and Leo hadn't been nearly as tired as he was now. But he wasn't about to start an argument either.

"Right."

Training was...awkward to say the least. Leonardo, who was usually extremely precise and swift with his movements, was now sloppy and uncoordinated. Everyone seemed to notice, but no one made a comment until Mikey had successfully pinned his oldest brother to the ground after a Barai.

"Booyakasha!" Mikey cheered. "I did it!"

"Yeah, because Leo barely put any effort into it." Raph said smugly, holding Donnie in a headlock.

"Yame!" Splinter commanded.

Dropping Donnie casually, Raphael glanced at their sensei with a bored expression on his face.

April, looking uncomfortable, placed her tessen back in her bag. "Class starts soon. I should probably get to school." Turning to Splinter, she smiled. "Arigato, Sensei. See ya later guys."

Splinter nodded. "Excellent work, April."

Leo groaned, rubbing his back. Humiliated, he bowed miserably.

"Leonardo, I think it would be best for you to rest."

"Arigato Sensei." He replied gratefully.

Raph crossed his arms. "That was pathetic. Even for you." He sneered. "Sorry we can't have you leadin' without your little nap time. Should I tuck you in too?"

He glared. But he didn't seem to have the energy to argue.

Donnie watched him leave, a pensive look on his face.

~•~

April found herself trudging to school, regretting leaving the lair after remembering she had a math quiz that she forgot to study for. Funny how she'd rather be in the sewers over a classroom.

A long time ago she craved a normal life, but now she loathed it.

Though there wasn't much normality in crushing on both a deranged hockey player and a mutated turtle. With the Kraang, mutants still running rampage- her life was destined to be abnormal.

She placed her bags away in her locker, sighing loudly. The bell was about to ring, and she hadn't seen any sign of Casey. She had been hoping to chat with him at least a little bit.

"Hey April!" A pretty girl with afro puffs came towards her, beaming.

"Hi Summer," She breathed, tension breaking at the sight of her friend. Well...not really friends. But they were friendly, and that was good enough. "How was your weekend?"

"Fine." Summer said. "Very productive. The yearbook committee is in full swing!" Glancing at her quizzically, she giggled. "Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted."

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Listen...have you seen Casey?"

Summer, who was fairly popular and seemed to know everyone at the school thought for a moment. "Casey Jones? Senior?" After April nodded, she shook her head. "Nope, I don't think so. Sorry, I know you two are close."

April felt herself blush. "It's complicated."

"Don't I know it. Come on, it's time for homeroom."

Her mind wandered throughout the day, wondering how she could possibly concentrate on physics, when the growing uneasy feeling in her stomach.

It was all going to be alright.

Convincing Donnie was one thing. But convincing herself? A totally different problem.

~•~

Instead of going to sleep as he was instructed, Leo found himself topside again. The sun was setting a beautiful peach orange color over the skyline of smoke. Teenagers roamed the streets, and he swore he caught April with a group of girls chatting animatedly about something. He smiled, happy she was having fun and some resemblance of a normal, mutant free life.

He felt like a lousy leader. Hell, a lousy brother. Sneaking out like a kid, over some girl? A gorgeous mutant girl...but still. Without even telling his own brothers, let alone father where he was going.

There was that annoying feeling. Guilt. But...he was making the right choice. By getting his siblings involved, it would only lead to trouble.

"Leonardo..." That sultry voice cooed from behind.

"Nova." He gasped, releasing his katanas back in their holders.

"Sorry I'm late, my darling. My sleep schedule has been quite difficult."

He cringed.  "Don't call me that. But, it's okay."

She curled her muscular tail around his waist comfortably. "My apologies." She slithered beside him, golden eyes meeting his ocean blue ones. His heart rate increased.

Changing the subject, he smiled easily. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"I have. My hunger has been satisfied for now, but that won't last long."

"What have you been eating?" Leo looked at her wearily, afraid of the answer.

"Shh...that isn't important." Lifting his chin gently with her claws, he melted at the touch.

"If you say so." Leo hugged his knees, then grazed her gnarled scales, admiring their shimmering form. Her claws brushed against him casually and he winced.

"Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's...okay. It didn't hurt. I promise."  They were faint. Surely no one would notice.

Relaxing, she nuzzled him. "Good."

Her eyes were big, wide. The moon reflecting in her pupils made him move closer. Then he stopped.

"This is a bad idea." He said, taking his hand back. "I barely know you. Maybe...you should meet my family first? Or get to know each other? This is happening so fast I-"

"Soon." She vowed. "I trust you though. I think."

"I think so too." He uttered, soft lips pressing against hers. If this was wrong, why did he feel so right? Why did he feel so shaky, yet so bubbly inside.

This was one of his worst decisions. Why wasn't he stopping? He didn't know her. He didn't-

"It's a pretty good bad idea, isn't it though?" She smirked, stealing another tender kiss.

All he had to do was say no. That he couldn't put his family in danger.

Just say no.

Don't make the same mistake.

But he didn't want to.

"God yes."

~•~

His head felt foggy and tired, he hadn't gotten any closer to convincing Nova to stay but...he was alright. Leo hadn't had a chance to retreat to his bedroom before he was cornered by his taller brother. He hid his grimace with a forced grin.

"Donnie, I don't have time for this. I've got..."

"This'll only take a minute."

"Alright. What's up?"

"Did you really have trouble sleeping last night?" He asked, then jumped to a stronger conclusion.  "Or...did you not go to sleep at all?"

"Don't be stupid, Don, of course I went to bed." Leo said. "I just..." He raised his left arm casually, and his younger brother once again caught the scars littering. Worse, they looked fresh.

"Your arms..."

Leo flinched away. "It's nothing."

His dark eyes narrowed.

"Donnie?"

"You're lying, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Leo brushed him off, but Donnie wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a hold of his forearm, pulling him back, though Leo was unaffected by the sudden jerk of movement.

"What happened to your arm?" Donnie demanded bluntly. "And tell me the truth this time."

"Donnie, I'm really tired. I...just want to meditate for a spell. We can talk later." He hadn't meant to sound dismissive, but his tired tone and increasing frustration made it seem that way.

"How much longer are you going to keep avoiding us all, Leonardo?" Donnie asked weakly.

Leo hastily moved his arm out of the way. The hostile motion made Donnie recoil.  "I'm not."

"You keep shutting us all out. We aren't naive. We know you're stressed, but we're a family. We can help.  Don't you see? First with Karai, now..."

"This is nothing like Karai." Leo blurted out. "Nova isn't like her." When Donnie looked confused, he elaborated. "That's her name. The mutant."

"She did that to you." He said, referring to his injured arms. The dots were slowly connecting.

Silence. "Not on purpose."

"You told me you were going back to bed. You promised! And you went out and tried to fight that dangerous mutant alone? Are you crazy?"

"I was trying to protect you!" Leo snapped, temper rising, though his voice still felt oddly robotic. "It wasn't done out of a whim. I didn't try to find her for fun. I was protecting you and the others."

"By lying to us? Your family?"

"Fighting her was not an option. I wanted to persuade her to join our side. She wasn't too dangerous, just scared. And I didn't lie, I did go to bed. Just not when you did."

"Do the others know?" He was mainly referring to Raph, who he knew would be as furious as he was. Maybe even more so. Mikey would have been heartbroken had he knew that Leo was going behind their backs.

"No."

"Why? We could have gone together." 

The thought of Donnie watching Leo and Nova's last encounter made him blush profusely in horror.

"If we had gone as a group, it would have ended horribly. I needed to talk to her alone. I think..." He paused. "I think she's starting to trust me." His cheeks felt suddenly hot. He didn't want his brother to know that he had been out again, though this time with no moral intentions involved. The less Donnie knew, the better.

"Trust you?" Donnie repeated in disbelief. "You barely know her."

"You barely know her."  Leo retorted.  "You haven't even seen her. What could you possibly know?"

Those careless words set Donnie's rage into flames. "I know that you're my brother and she's hurt you, quite obviously!" Furious tears filled his eyes. "If you just listened to me- if we had a chance to go as a team, maybe she would have joined us. Willingly!" He took a deep breath. "I know what it's like to care about someone." His mind brought up sweet April, then the smirk of Casey Jones. "But it's so risky to do this. You've got to think logically. You're the leader."

Regret was hidden in his deep blue eyes, but he masked it with a scowl. "I didn't ask for this burden, to be lectured. Logic- inventions, all your science-y bullshit won't help us now. So stay out of my way. I know what I'm doing." The tone of his voice, mixed with his expressions were jarring and cold. Unlike the older, wiser brother Donatello had grown to admire as a hero.

Stunned and hurt by the harsh tone, Donnie blinked, taking a step back, as if he feared him.

Leo's eyes widened, immediately realizing his mistake. "Wait, Donnie I didn't mean-"

"Fine."

"Please, just let me-"

But as his older brother had done so many times before, Donnie dismissed his desperate pleas, stormed by him as the words flooded out of his ear slits and away from his mind.

 ~•~

The second Donnie climbed out of the manhole cover, he realized he had no idea where he was going. He knew the city by heart, sure, but he was never one to go topside for emotional reasons. Usually he locked himself in his lab. Now...he didn't know what to do or where to go. Each direction felt wrong. And the increasing feeling of wrongness calculated by the feeling of dread equaled an equation he didn't quite understand.

"I don't even know where to go..." He groaned. "I'm such an idiot." Wiping his tears, adjusting his staff, he kept walking the unknown direction, hoping to find an answer.

School had to be out, since the stars were already dotting the sky. Maybe he could swing by April's...

No, she was still living at the lair. How could he have forgotten? And he doubted her aunt would be thrilled to see a six foot tall turtle standing in front of her. That would only leave...

He stopped, looking at the cluster of apartment complexes. It would be risky, but he couldn't imagine going anywhere else. As he climbed the fire escape with ease, he had already made his decision.

As much as he longed for April's hugs or comforting words, he knew Jones was the best bet. So he carefully used his bō to tap lightly on the window, while still remaining hidden.

It swung open, and there was Casey Jones. Handsome, cocky, hair even messier than usual without its iconic black and white bandana holding it in place. He seemed ready to go to bed as he was dressed in a tank top and pajama bottoms.

"The fuck?" He rubbed his eyes. "Donnie?"

"Hey there Jones." He mused, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "Is ...this a bad time?" He couldn't tell if Jones was simply tired or had been crying, since his eyes appeared too red and dusty.

"Nah, Riley's in bed." He confirmed. "Asleep."

"And your parents?"

Casey waved him off. "Hang on a sec," and he swung over the window to the metal fire escape. Climbing up the spare ladder casually, he glanced back at Donnie. "This place is more private." He was now perched on the roof, smirking. "You comin' or d'ya need an invitation?"

Donnie joined him, sitting on the ledge with their legs hanging over. "Is everything okay?"

"It's...fine, I guess." He chewed at his lip moodily. "Well not really. It's family bullshit."

He huffed a laugh. "Boy, do I know how that feels."

"I'm assuming you didn't just come here to chat. Something happen?"

Donnie nodded meekly.

"Hey, you don't need to tell me." Casey stared at his calloused hands. "I guess I can tell you what's been going on." He picked up a stone, flicking it across the roof. It fell loudly into a dumpster. Donnie winced. "My dad is a huge dick." He stated bluntly. "But it's complicated. Normally I'd talk with Raph about this but..."

"You don't have to..."

"Nah, it's chill. Here's the Cliff Notes version of it. Basically my dad decided to drop this major bomb on me n' Ri. That he proposed to Sara. His girlfriend." He made a vomit noise. "And I can't believe it."

"Is she not nice?" Donnie wondered.

"She's okay, I guess. No, but they haven't been dating that long and- I can't believe he decided to replace Riley's mom like that."

"Riley's mom? But you..."

"She's only my half sister. My real mom died forever ago. He was cheating on my mom with Riley's mom- Grace. He's a mess. It's all a mess."

"What happened to Grace?"

"Divorced her. Like I said, he's a dick." He looked back wearily. "Sorry, I know that was a lot. I'm not good at...dealing with my feelings but I shouldn't have dumped that on you with no warning."

"No, please don't apologize. I understand."

"Cool. So...your turn."

"My turn?"

"I just dramatically revealed my trauma. That shit doesn't come for free, yo. And I know you came here for a reason. So what is it? Because I think we're at that stage where we can talk about it. Whatever it is."

The purple masked turtle hesitated.

"There's only so many Electric Skullz albums we can talk about..."

Donnie took a deep breath, finally settling on revealing his troubles. "It was just an argument."

"With Raph?"

"No, Leo. He's been acting so strange lately. With the new mutant and everything. I think he likes her. As in, having feelings for her.  I swear, this is a Karai situation all over again." He frowned. "And then we started yelling and..." Head in his hands, he groaned. "It's troubling. He's been acting so distant and it's making me so ..."

Casey waited a moment for Donnie to find the word.

"Peeved."

"So, what you're saying is: it's all a mess."

Donnie laughed. "It sure is, Jones." Their shoulders bumped together. "Thanks for letting me vent."

"Hey, no worries. You let me rant, it's only fair. But I do know one thing for sure, families are complicated as fuck."

"Here here. But um, why did you bring me here again?" Donnie cocked his head to one side.

Casey stood up, hands on his hips. "Come on."

Donnie followed suit, raising a curious eyebrow. "And?"

"Start yelling."

"What?"

"Start. Yelling. It ain't rocket science. You're pissed off, I'm pissed off, so let it out! Go nuts!" 

"But it's night out."

"This is the city that never sleeps, genius. Look, I'll do it first."

He let out a loud, ear splitting bellow from above, hands spread out and wind hitting his cheeks. When he finished, he turned to Donnie eagerly.

"Go on."

Donnie exhaled. "If you say so..." And with that, he too joined in with the screaming. At first, it felt silly but then it surprisingly felt therapeutic. As if he was letting out his pent up frustrations with life.

"How'd that feel?" Casey moved closer to him until they were inches apart.

"It felt...good." Donnie admitted. "And you're sure no one can hear us?"

"Pshaw." Casey said smugly. "Anyone who does hear us will think we're a couple of drunks. I got ya, D." He took his hand in his, squeezing it. The difference between their hands- one large, green with three fingers. The other pale, smaller, five perfectly normal fingers. Casey didn't seem to mind.

"It doesn't solve our problems though." Donnie said.

"No, but it releases a little tension. I've done this with my friends a lot from the hockey team whenever we lose. Which rarely happens, but on that off chance we do? We scream. Fuck the system!"

"You ...consider me like one of your human friends?"

Casey's hazel eyes squinted back at him, as if he was confused by the question. "Of course. Why wouldn't you be? We're friends."

"But I'm..."

"Don't." Casey stopped him, pressing a finger to his lips. "I don't say this to just anyone, okay? But you're a cool dude, Donnie. And the smartest guy I know."

Donnie swallowed. "Jones I..."

"You're perfect the way you are, you hear me? Don't go moping around. It's a little sad to watch." He punched his shoulder affectionately. "Alright?" He looked back into Donnie's mahogany eyes.

"Alright." He nodded, now fully aware how close they were. He stopped himself from staring too hard at Casey's individual freckles, dotting his cheeks like a galaxy of stars. Or his deep hazel eyes, or his perfect peach lips...

An embrace felt too forward, so Donnie simply smiled, revealing his adorable gap. Casey's heart warmed, loving every time he saw that smile. He wasn't lying. He thought Donnie was beautiful in his own way. Turtle or not. As beautiful as April, maybe but in a different way. He wanted to stay the entire night, watching the stars with him.

"I promised Mikey I'd hang with him." Donnie remembered.

"Oh," His eyes looked down, disappointed. "I can walk you there? It's getting kinda late."

"Sure."

"Listen, um, Donnie...there's something you gotta know..."

There was a rustling noise behind them. Donnie froze. "Shut up."

"Excuse me? Did you just tell Casey Jones to shut up?"

"Shut up!" He hissed. "Someone's listening. You idiot, we shouldn't have been screaming our heads off!"

Casey mumbled a curse under his breath.

"Ah, so you are the clever one. Good to know." An unfamiliar voice snarled.

"Who said that?" Casey yelled, grabbing his trusty hockey stick and taser. Donnie gripped his own bō tightly.

"How cute."

Out of the shadows approached the two boys. A mutant reptile at least twenty feet in length with massive yellow eyes staring them down.

"Jones?"

"Yeah, Donnie?"

"I think we found the mutant."

[donatello-writes]

TMNT x Reader - The Best Part of Waking up...

...Is food shenanigans with your turtle bae!

I wanted to put together small scenes of what it would be like waking up to your favorite turtle after spending the night with them. Enjoy! 

Leo 

Shouts of profanity followed by clanging woke you from your slumber. Rolling over in the bed you grumbled to your partner only to find him absent. Getting out of bed and to your feet, you headed out into the main room. Suspecting the vulgar language was coming from the hot-headed terrapin who also inhabited the lair, you were shocked to find Leo instead. 

Peering at a bow on the counter, you saw charred remains of what was once granola already swimming in milk. The burst of laughter that came after was impossible to hold in. "Babe, how in the world did you manage to burn CEREAL?"

Shooting you a mock glare over his shoulder he answered, "The recipe said to lightly toast it."

"Okay, a few things...One...This isn't even close to lightly toasted..." grabbing the empty granola bag from the top of the garbage, you stifled further giggling as you continued with your thought,"And two...You don't have to do that if it's already pre-made!"

When he returned with a mere shrug, you rolled up your sleeves and insisted, "That's it, I'll take it from here." Proceeding to pick up the food making where your boyfriend had left off.

"No, I was supposed to do this for you!" He grumbled, trying to take the bowl back.

Running your fingers along his jaw you implored, "Fearless, will you just let me be the leader for once?" 

His electric blue eyes remained stern only for a few seconds before melting under your returned gaze. Taking your hand, he gave your palm a soft kiss and nodded. 

"Just this once."

Raph

Raphael shushed his little brother to stay quiet so as not to wake you as the two of them slowly destroyed the kitchen in their attempts to make food. Hearing the sound of you stirring in the distance, he quickly shoved Mikey out of sight. Not but a moment later, you emerged from the burly terrapin's room wearing one of his enormous red t-shirts. 

Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you murmured, "What's with all the ruckus, big red?"

He couldn't prevent the broad smile that crossed his lips. To see you in HIS shirt, hair still a mess, at this hour of the morning...He was in pure bliss. 

Snapping out of his fawning he replied, "Uuuh--er, I was jus' makin' ya some breakfast!" nervousness was apparent in his voice, and despite your grogginess, you didn't buy it. 

Giggling, you gawked and asked with sarcasm and surprise, "Whaaat? YOU...cooking?"

"Yeah, an' why's that so hard ta believe?" He retorted, brow furrowed, and arms crossed. 

"Raph, I've known you for a while now. You never cook...ever."

Striving to appear intimidating, he wrinkled his nose and curled his lip, but you were unfazed. All you did was smirk in response, foot tapping expectantly. After your silence became too much, the mountain of a turtle finally crumbled. He couldn't keep anything from you. 

"Okay, maybe Mikey helped a little..." when you placed both hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow, he finally caved. "Awright, awright! He did everything! However, I did squeeze the orange juice by hand."

Picking the glass up from the table, you took a sip. "Raphie, that's the best orange juice I've ever had."

With that, he pulled you into a bear hug, taking great care as to not squeeze too hard.

“You’re amazin’.”

Mikey

You woke the the scent of vanilla and buttery decadence. Flipping over in the bed was near impossible, and when you opened your eyes, you came to find the reason why. A full course meal was spread out across your bed sheets.

This particular assemblance of food was enough sugary sweet indulgence to make a glutton cry. French toast, drenched in maple syrup and topped with whipped cream and a strawberry, apple crumble over ice cream, cherry turnovers, cinnamon streusel coffee cake, blueberry muffins, homemade pastries. At the edge of your bed, Mikey sat with his legs criss-crossed, biting his lip and eagerly awaiting your reaction. 

Mouth agape, you gasped, "Sweetie, this is amazing."

That was all the affirmation he needed to fly from the bed and break into a victory dance. Eventually, he shimmied his way to your side. 

Wiping one of the many food smudges from his face, you gave it a taste... "Frosting?"

With a jovial guffaw he answered, "Yeah, it was for the pastries. I had to chase Donnie outta the kitchen a few times 'cause he kept eating it..." He then touched a hand to the spot where you'd wiped the food away and blushed. 

The food warmed you under the sheets, which begged the question, "When in the heck did you get up in order to make all of this?!"

He chuckled and waved off your inquiry, "Not important." 

Although he refused to give it, you knew the real answer: he woke up insanely early. "I'd hug you right now, but I think I'm stuck under this avalanche of food," You joked. "I'm going to need to eat my way out of here!" 

Face lighting up at your words, he clapped his hands excitedly, "Let's do this!"

Donnie

Grousing to yourself, you fiddled with the dials of the stove in the lair in the wee hours of the morning. The obstinate device refused to work with you as you attempted to prepare breakfast for your beau before he awoke. All of the sudden, muscular arms surrounded you from behind, three-pronged hands gently resting on your small ones. 

Lips brushed your ear to whisper, "Here, like this, love." He then turned the knob using your hand holding it for a few seconds. Several clicks sputtered from the appliance, and suddenly, a small flame burst to life from beneath the wired burner.

Whipping around, you met the gaze of your boyfriend. Hazel eyes burning like the brilliant aftermath of a supernova, and trained intently on you. "I'm so used to using an electric oven..." You told him, blushing at your admission.

Giving you a knowing smile, he bestowed a kiss on the top of your head and mumbled, "I know." His words difficult to hear with his face buried in your hair. "Mmm, you always smell so good." He mused. 

Tittering at his compliment, you replied, "What are you talking about? I haven't even taken a shower yet, you weirdo!" 

"My statement still stands." He asserted while nuzzling you softly.

Reluctantly, he released you from the loving embrace. He moved about the kitchen, slowly gathering everything needed to make omelettes. Cracking several eggs into a bowl, he vigorously whisked them, and then poured the mixture into the hot pan. In a flurry of chopping, various vegetable were diced and added. Meanwhile, you stood by, in awe.

Noticing your surprise, his smile widened. "Are you really that surprised? Food is a science, after all." following his factoid with a chuckle. 

"So, Mr. Ramsay. When will this fabulous meal be ready?" 

In the food celebrity's accent he proceeded to execute a flawless impression, "All in due time, good food cannot be rushed!" He exclaimed jokingly, backing you into the counter. Bodies pressed against one another, your lips touched with a kind of heat that would make the oven jealous. If you could begin every morning this way, life would be perfect.

[whats-the-story-tc]

13th of January, 2020

"The One Where Specs Overthinks"

[Long post warning - V said a lot of things worth quoting]

In the morning, in English (the foreign language) class, as we had this exchange sbout how to spell "fuck you" correctly in our native tongue, as this grammatical thing makes most of us misspell it, kind of intentionally (it's pronounciation-related). When I told the girl who brought it up that she couldn't have a debate like this in V's class, she said "Yeah, V would break my neck like a glowstick." Turns out, she was quite in the mood for it, too.

When class starts with about 5-ish people coming late, and V just mutters "I'm gonna go mad..." to herself, you know shit is about to go down.

After she told the people who were missing last week that they can still recite the poem after the double lesson, today's topic was the Weather Forecast poem I mentioned on Friday. According to V, it has even been turned into an orchestra piece we'd surely recognise if she played it for us, but she didn't want to. "And I won't sing—for your sakes, believe me." Well, at least she brought printed copies, as the poem isn't actually in the book.

As we were going through the reading-behind-the-lines-y bit of the lesson, I got talkative, more than ever. Though sometimes, I overstepped the mark a teensy bit and got too creative. Before V could tell a friend of mine what "metal borders" are when she asked, I chimed in (with a haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door) saying that it must be about mountains, as you can find certain kinds of metal in mountains. Then I turned to V, realising I kinda just interrupted her, and apologised. She wasn't really fazed by my interruption, just told me "No, you're overthinking it. You're overthinking it." and carried on to say that borders just mean borders. Whoops.

Remember when I said V told the others when to recite their poems? Well, one of the Boys in the Back asked her if they could do it at about the middle of the first lesson and she got really mad. "Why the heck do I even talk to you before class?" And, when the boys carried on talking, she showed the classic two fingers close to each other thing (I hope you know what I'm talking about) to indicate how much patience she has left. "If my two fingers touch, I'm gonna go ahead and throw you out of class." Someone sure was angry...

"[The patriotic spirit] is asleep, like some of you here" and "Is that why the lords were great, because they didn't stand their ground?" were also good bits. But my particular favourite is her telling us that she doesn't want to cover a specific poem because she thinks it's too hard, to which Cynical Twat just said "Poems aren't made of rocks, they can't be hard." Poor woman just let out this whimper of surrender instead of saying anything.

When she asked us why Horace's poems were still popular in the late 18th-early 19th century on the topic of another poem, I said they kind of liked the ideals and motives that they couldn't find in their own life, but wanted to, what with carpe diem and all, she was silent for a while to think what I said through. "I'm overthinking it again, aren't I?" "You're overthinking it." Cheers, V. I had a good laugh at my own expense. She then went on saying how lords basically didn't do shit, or as she said, "Words can't describe that kind of noble passivity."

She also had a lot to say about 'To Thaliarchus In Winter'. Things like "In that time period, only men could give advice to other men, so there's this whole normal, evident sexism" (take normal with a pinch of salt), followed by "It's probably a man if Horace writes about a female partner, or at the very least I dare to think."

As the poem's about young love, V said older people being in love was frowned upon, and I asked her how old is too old. After she answered, one of the Boys in the Back asked her how old she is. "I don't even dare to say it... a thousand." Don't believe her, though. She's nowhere near that.

As we were talking about homages, Debate Friend immediately associated to fromage. "Omelette du fromage... that's basically all the French I know." said V, then proceeded to laugh about it with all of us listening for a minute and a half-ish, a great big dorky grin on her face.

The last ten minutes were the most chaotic, though. She told the Boys in the Back that they were "a pretty good couple". Then, she informed another boy that she has his Grammar textbook, and when she was told they took it from him because he was reading it in Religion class, she was "so proud for a second". After that, this young electrician guy came in that my straight girl classmates watched very intently. He was, in V's words, setting up "the Wi-Fi you won't get to use."

There was another thing the boys said that made her stare into the imaginary camera for a whole ass minute and the rest of us laugh, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was.

Though it might be for the better. I think I'm the one in the whole ass currently active TCC who writes the longest posts. I'm sure of it. But that's how it is when you're crushing on someone as iconic as V.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[yrpspiritsintheshadows]

Back to the Beginning

Back to the beginning

"Dad?"

Eiji looked up from his thermal imaging camera, almost completed with repairs. "Yeah Hika?"

Hikaru squeezed his left arm, a nervous look in his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the information bouncing around his head but… It had to come out eventually.

"Mom and I just got back from therapy…" He plopped down on the floor next to him, leaning heavily against his side.

Hikaru was making progress but having his counseling days were always mentally tiring. Having to pour all of his emotions out in about two hours was hard but somehow his therapist always managed to get it out of him.

"Michelle kicked my butt mentally. She says I'm doing better though… and I think I am too."

"That's good. Seriously, Hikaru, that's great." Eiji smiled a little.

Hikaru didn't return it, a miserable look coming to his eyes.

"She wants me to do something though."

"What?"

Hikaru fell backwards onto the floor, groaning in frustration.

"She wants me to go back to school!" He bemoaned.

Eiji's eyes widened a little.

Geeze, didn't expect THAT.

"Is that what you think you're ready for?"

Hikaru sighed heavily, laying his cheek against the floor. He supposed it had gotten pretty boring just spending time around the house or going for walks around the property when Eiji was at work and Ken was at school. It was just the twins and Carmen at home.

He admitted… he missed robotics club most of all. He could care less about anything else at school but getting to make his bots, test them out, talk to his old friends…

He had been missing it.

But…

He didn't want to go back if he was the only one ready.

"I told her not unless Hideki is. She said that wasn't fair to me." He snorted. "She's amazing but dang, she's got my number."

"Well… she has a point, Hika. You have to go things at your own pace. You love him but he has to be ready too."

"Oh… he has his own incentive to go back. I won't say what it is but you'll know it." Hikaru rolled onto his side. "Hmph…"

"If you go, I'll make you a hot, bento box." Eiji offered.

Hikaru sat up immediately.

"Now, what kind of hot bento are we talkin? Breakfast leftovers won't buy me." He smirked.

Eiji hummed in thought.

"Let's see… Chicken karaage, with hot steaming white rice could be a good main course. Gotta have sides with that since I'm not a monster."

Hikaru's stomach growled.

"... I hate you."

"Love you too, Son. But in all seriousness, if you think you're ready, I'll make sure your first day back goes well."

Hikaru stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing for awhile.

"And… if you two are really ready, then I'm ready to go back to my other job then-Ouch! Stupid camera-"

"MOVE!"

oooooo

The following Monday, Hikaru and Hideki found themselves back at Gesitville High. Where it had all started.

"You ready?" The older twin whispered.

"No, but we won't be if we don't try." Hideki whispered back, trying to hide how nervous he really was.

Hikaru took his hand, squeezing it. Eiji had gone inside before them, to let them have a bit of "normal".

"Believe me, I'm sure I'll find thirty different ways to embarrass you two before college, but I'm not gonna be unintentional embarrassment."

"Dad, that bento better be worth it."

With much trepidation… the boys headed inside, trying to ignore the strange looks they got. Some familiar faces, some they couldn't recognize.

Geistville High, right now, felt like being thrown right into a bait ball of fish, with people moving and shifting around them as they tried to maneuver through the crowd without incident.

"I… am gonna kill him." Hikaru lamented. "That food is NOT worth it."

"C'mon, Hika, history class is this way."

I regret everything about the choices I've made leading to this moment.

Hideki was looking around, trying to spot anyone he was familiar with.

"Hey, Marco is sitting by the window. You two are buddies, right?"

Hikaru peered around the corner, seeing a boy with dark skin and wild black hair, sitting by the window. His red hoodie was hanging over his chair, a thoughtful look on his face as he jotted something down.

He smiled a little.

"Yeah… We were in the bot club for a bit before he became a traitor and joined the band club." He whistled, getting the other teen's attention. "Oy, Band Geek!"

Marco looked up, his eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Robot Geek!"

Hikaru hurried over, fist bumping him before sitting in the chair behind him.

"Man, it's been way too long!"

"Tell me about it. You know, my Abuelita's been harassing me about if you've been okay for like a month, right?" Marco turned in his seat, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." Hikaru chuckled a little, resting his chin on his hand, propping it up. "Do tell."

Marco cleared his throat, making his voice sound as high pitched as he could get it.

"THAT BOY IS SO SKINNY!" He exclaimed, with a mock furious look before the boys broke down laughing.

"I know that pain too well now!" Hikaru gasped.

"Oh, just wait…" Marco's gaze softened. "Seriously though, you okay? There was some weird rumor about Hideki skipping town after you vanished because of some weird stuff."

"That's… a story I'd really rather not tell." Hikaru replied, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Halls have ears… but I am glad to be back. Well not glad but-" He pulled out his lunch, still wrapped up to keep the contents hot. "I got bribed."

"Ah, hot lunch. Yep. What you packing?"

"Japanese style fried chicken, hot rice and rolled omelette. You?"

Marco snorted.

"Leftovers. Love 'em, but my sister managed to wreck my lunch box, so, guess what I got sent to school with?"

"Butter containers?"

"Oh no, that's the good china." Marco barked out a laugh before he gave a flat look. "No, sour cream."

"I know your pain."

"Mom!? I can't find the butter!"

"Check behind the sour cream."

Hikaru blinked, staring down into the container he had opened. Instead of soft, velvety butter he was met with leftover pork from the previous night.

What kind of witchcraft was this?

Ken nudged his side a little.

"Step aside, hermano. Watch a pro." He pulled out what used to be a whipped cream container, opening it to reveal a butter stick inside. The six year old had a big grin on his face as he gave a bow.

"... Mom? This isn't a regular thing, right?"

"Hm? No, I'm just using those until they break? I'm sorry."

"And so, I got one upped by a six year old."

Marco was laughing so hard tears were running down his face.

"BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! IT IS A THING!" He wiped at his eyes. "Ahhh, that is rich, man. That, is seriously rich."

"Right?"

The bell rang as they hurried to get back into proper order, grabbing their textbooks.

Chase walked in, giving a nod to the class.

"Good morning, class. I hope you're all well - Hikaru, I want your mom to give me back my good china!"

Marco gave him a smirk.

HIkaru rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." He whispered.

Marco mimed wiping away a tear from his face.

Hikaru shook his head, smiling a bit as Chase went on with the lesson.

He hated to admit it… it was good to be back.

Heh…

… Wait a second, that wasn't even our containers in the fridge!?

THE HECK IS THIS CRAP!?

ooooo

Eiji sighed in relief when school ended. He was eager to get home, maybe get some work done before dinner.

The twins slumped at their desks before heading to go get their things.

"I'll meet you two at the front. Don't go anywhere without me. Okay?"

"Okay, Dad."

"Bye, Dad!"

They hurried off, already disappearing into the stampede… a lot calmer than they had been.

"Hey, Mr. Family man."

Eiji looked over as Chase leaned against the doorway a grin on his face.

"How's it feel having them both in class?"

"Honestly… it wasn't that bad." Eiji chuckled. "They're smart kids and since Hideki isn't so stressed out anymore… they're honestly excelling. Both of them."

"Great. Hikaru threw a paper ball at my head."

Eiji bit his lip, trying not to grin.

"And?"

"... Alright, so I asked Carmen for the crap containers back."

Eiji barked out a laugh, shoving him a little after he gathered his things up.

"That was your own dang fault then!"

"Yeah, yeah. Y'know, we got a hit on the site. Not like… you wanna look into it."

Eiji turned to him, giving him a smirk, though his eyes had a warning look.

"Sure! You're still banned from my car! Ask Skyler to drive ya home!"

"The heck-EIJI C'MON! I SAID I WAS SORRY!"

"You're also buying donuts for the next meeting, which will be soon, depending on if I get stuff done in time. See ya!"

He hurried off before Chase could utter a response, laughing to himself.

Today's gone well.

Really, really well.

"C'mon you two, let's get Ken and go home!"

"Coming, Dad!"

And that, is still music to my ears.

[thiinka]

Hey there! I know I’m a stranger but I was recently admitted to CUI (which I heard you attend?) and I was wondering your personal opinion on it! I think it’s an awesome school but I’m not entirely sure if I want to attend, ya know? Could you offer some advice? Thank you either way!

Oh heck yeah! I’m really curious as to who you are and how you found out I go to CUI, haha.

Personally? I love this school and the time I’ve spent here, and I’ve had moments walking across campus thinking, “I’m so glad I went here,” no joke. There are several reasons for that: small size of basically everything, the faculty, the location, and the cafeteria (mostly). 

Everything is small here. You can walk across campus in 5 minutes. The classes are always under 30 students (except for precious few general classes like the freshman intro class and general physical fitness lecture) and I’ve mostly been in classes of 10 or under in my majors’ classes (Math and Graphic Design). Also kinda on the topic of rooms, the dorm rooms are cushy comparatively to other dorms. The non-quad buildings are suite-style and the quads are apartment-style, with a toilet and shower per 4 students, not a floor of students sharing a stall bathroom. Also, you don’t have those brick walls that a lot of other universities have, you can actually put thumbtacks into these walls. And there are professors in residence! I live in the Uppers Quads, where there are 3 separate families of professors with their kids, and personally? I love it. Uppers has always felt like a big ol’ family to me, especially with hall events.

The small size helps out the faculty, and all the professors I’ve had except for like... one or two have been amazing and passionate about what they’re teaching. I took a look on your profile and it looks like you like history and psychology? I’m not even in those areas and I still have personal experience/positive grapevine talk about those professors. For me, Dr. Armstrong (also highly involved with Honors goings-on) was the professor who got me to finally like history in CHST 201 after high school killed it for me, partially because Ancient Greek and Roman history is his baby. He also takes students on Getty Villa field trips at least once every semester, once to see the play that happens out there, and it’s great. Dr. Cosgrove was my professor for Intro to Psychology, and she was fantastic with a class of 4 students including me! I know about other professors (Flores, Francisco, Karges, Matthews) and that they all have excellent reputations. Word of mouth is swift here, and you *will* get recommendations on whose classes to take. It’s a bit more likely that adjuncts will provide inferior learning, but faculty who care about the students interview them, so it’s not nearly as bad as a large university.

Personally, my experience with the Mathematics and Art faculty has been so amazing. Math (Prof Melberg and Dr.s Croll, Schulteis, Taylor) and Art (Soo, Hayes, Dunham, Kruger) are all so invested in their students’ success, no matter if it’s a GE or a major-specific course. There’s also a bit of group discussion encouraged as a mix with traditional lecture at least for Math.

Additionally, I’m in the string orchestra, and while ensemble directors all have this “Music is the only thing you should be focusing on” attitude to some extent, I really love interacting with them. Also, they’re super helpful in networking with theater and church gigs if you ask (Dr. Held recommended me to one of the theater profs, Dr. Vezner, to play violin, and subsequently got pulled back for nice paying gigs several times). Not as applicable if you’re not in music, but we will have the new music and theology building open for use starting I think in Fall 2019. And even if you’re not in music, we have *so many* great performances for strings, winds, choir, *handbells*, and the mini theater productions. CUI (and our donors) really loves the arts, man. 

The location is excellent, especially if you’re from out-of-state. Irvine is literally ranked the safest city in California, and UCI with all of its amenities (the library!!) and other fun stuff (University Town Center, Woodbridge area) is right next door. You’re a stone’s throw from the beach and the mountains and theme parks and several malls (The Spectrum, South Coast Plaza, Fashion Island, The District). Some of these places are 100% close enough to walk or bike to, and I’ve done so many times. I guarantee at some point you’ll make friends with someone who has a car, or if not, there’s a shuttle service that goes out on weekends.

And finally the cafeteria. It’s comparatively better than other college cafeterias in my opinion. There’s always something you’ll want to eat; just don’t let Senior Preview Day trick you on the daily quality of the food! Also, breakfast is consistently good, since you can order eggs and omelettes how you’d like them. Meal plans work on an allotted x meals a week deal, starting on Monday, at either 19, 14, or 10, or you can appeal to have no meal plan past freshman year in case of dietary stuff. 

Some cons? If you’re not too into Jesus then the required Theology (Old Testament and New Testament) probably won’t be cool. The school *is* affiliated with LCMS Lutheranism, and I’ve had my fair share of Catholic vs Protestant joking around with professors. All Theology and some History profs are Lutheran pastors. As a very personal note for when I turned 21, the campus is a dry campus for the sake of reducing liability issues, and it’s pretty frustrating to me. If you eventually have a car, parking is free but holy crap is it hard to find a parking space sometimes!! I’m not involved in sports, but we apparently do well?? but we don’t have a football team. The bureaucracy has gotten really congested with clubs and orgs over the past 5 years I’ve been here. 

But I mean, in short? Like I said way up there, sometimes I get moments where I’m walking across campus and I think, “I love this place and I’m so glad I came here of all places.” I met my rock-solid group of close friends and my boyfriend (long story) here, I have professors who I really do consider friends (and for the end-of-the-year math dept. dinner? Almost like family! Three of them are moms!) and who are so invested in my and other students’ success, and I believe I can truly say I've grown tremendously as a person while going to CUI because of these people. 

That, uh... mini-essay kinda encapsulates my personal experience with and feelings about CUI. I definitely recommend campus visits to each college you’re accepted to if you’re undecided and able to, though. Good luck picking where you want to go, and I hope this helped you understand CUI better!

[thehiddensemicolon]

Kacchako Fanfic:New Prey Chapter 24

"Why can't you pick another agency that doesn't involved working with half and half!?" Bakugou yelled at his girlfriend.

They decided to have breakfast at the common room. Bakugou was currently making breakfast when he heard Uraraka final choice on a hero agency.

"Hey you told me to pick any agency I want, and that it wouldn't affect us as a couple. But now your getting mad and preventing me from choosing the agency I want. I mean look at these deals and benefits Endeavors agency is offering me. You should be happy." Uraraka defended.

"Yeah what I meant was pick any agency but half and halfs. For fucks sake Uraraka you got ten agencies to choose from. Why work with a shitty company that is only buying you. " He rebounded.

"Buying me? You think am going there just because they just so happen to be offering me a 30,000 sign in deal huh? Will for your information am turning down an agency that is offering me 50,000 sign in deal. So how's that me choosing a company for just money huh?" She said.

Katsuki shut his mouth and pretended to have all his concentration on the omelettes he was making.

"I am choosing this agency because I see myself belonging there and standing out. It's a chance for me to work with the big guns and they need me. They don't have anyone like me with my quirk, so I'll be really useful there. I wouldn't be placed as a call in hero. No I have a regular job, that is flexible with my hours and have reasonable other benefits. I don't see what's the big problem, just because it's Shouto's family agency doesn't mean anything." She continued.

"I don't trust that fucker. Always trying to prove to the class that he is better than me and always trying to make me feel weaker than him, really pisses me off." He said.

"No Katsuki he isn't trying to do any of that. It's all in your head really." She told him.

"And besides, did you ever choose your office yet?" She asked.

"Yeah All Mights office of course. Am going to beat the floor with Deku on the number one spot. Just watch me. I'll be the next icon for that agency. They will thank me for picking their office." Bakugou said.

"Oh well that's great Katsuki. I know you had a hard time picking between Aizawa's or All Might's agency." Uraraka said.

"Oh well I fucking forgot. Aizawa's office offered me another deal. They offered me on call in, when I work full time with All Might company." He said.

He finished making breakfast and served himself and Uraraka.

"What? They offered you another deal to work with them and All Might? Why? I never heard of a hero working two agencies." She looked confused.

"Well Aizawa's office work underground. They do the dirty stealth missions. That take the enemy by surprise and fast. They capture only serious villains and have their own methods of "questioning" villains and get them to talk. So they offered me call ins on only serious villains and other shit. I can't talk about this to no one. All Might will be notified on this deal, but won't release any information. Because Aizawa's agency works undercover, my face will not show on the news. The public will think am only working for the All Might office." Bakugou said.

"Wow that sounds pretty cool. Wow two offices, am impressed. You continue to surprise me Katsuki." She gave him a smile.

"Yeah yeah I know am awesome." He snorted.

Uraraka all of a sudden began laughing and giggling.

"What's so fucking funny now? What you have another shitty fucking meme of me? Or do you have any other fucking bright ass ideas about my hero name huh?! Spill it!" He yelled.

"Well... no I don't want to die today." She calmed herself down.

"Oh come on. I want to fucking laugh too. Say it now floaty." He threatened.

"This is a delicious omelette Katsuki. Thank you for making me breakfast. I have to turn in my packet now to the office. I should really be going." She said.

"Oh going to school on a fucking Sunday, real smart excuse Ochako." He said.

"Oh is it Sunday? Wow silly me. Then I have to go call my... my.. parents oh yeah. I call them every Sunday got to go!" She said still trying to avoid telling him her joke.

"NO!" He suddenly yelled and grabbed her arm to stop her.

She looked at him confused.

"Ahh I meant... just tell me the fucking joke well you. I won't kill you." He said. When he heard her say the word "parents" that was a word he will never forget. Especially when she says it. That only means her dad said no to him, when he asked to marry his daughter.

She looked at him again with concern.

"I did what you asked Katsuki. I waited until after the evaluations to ask you what happened between you and my family. It's hurting me inside. I need to know why whenever my dad calls, he tells me I shouldn't be with you. I waited patiently. You should just tell me already. I know it's hurting you, because whenever I say the word parent. You get all serious and look upset." She said.

"I also said that I'll tell you after I fix it didn't I.  Am still working on it." He said to himself.

"Can I guess what it is?" She asked.

"No." He said. "Am not saying shit."

"Fine." She pouted.

"Good." He grunted. . . . "Now tell me the fucking joke." He said all of a sudden.

"Still thinking about it. Man you sure know your priorities." She giggled.

"Okay since you promised not to kill me I'll tell you." She said.

He turned to look at her and stared at her eyes.

"Your such a papas boy. You couldn't choose between the classes Dadizawa and Dad Might. So you picked them both like a good clingy son." She giggled. She tried not to laugh but after looking at Katsuki's death glare it was hard not too.

"Can you stop with your angry face. It's too funny. If that's the face you are going for to scare villains I think you should choose a less cute and handsome face." She added. Heck he promised he wouldn't kill her. So why not add more fuel to the fire.

She patted his head and tried to fix his face.

All he did was stare at her.

He put his arm around her neck and put his fist on her head and gave her head a violent rub. Which messed up her hair.

"Hey hey! You promised not to kill me." She said.

"Am not killing you. Am just making sure you don't run away from my gentle head massage, you really need it since all what your brain thinks is a joke, isn't. So am fixing it." He continues to give her head noogie.

He releases her after a while.

She pouted at him and turned away from him.

"So what you doing today." She said.

"I have business around 12. Meeting up with someone at my parents house." He said.

"Oh your parents house! Can I come. I miss talking with your family." She asked.

"What fuck no! And who the hell misses them anyways." He said.

"I do! They are so funny." She replied.

"Tch. Funny looking." He said.

"Pft! You just made fun of yourself!" She laughed.

She patted his shoulder and pinched his cheek.

"I gotta go meet up with Deku and Iida. We all have a study group. Bye don't murder anyone today." She casually said.

"When the fuck did she become so damn comfortable around me?" He told himself. He was still recovering from her sudden casual interactions with him.

"Am I not intimidating anymore. Fuck. Gotta work on that. " he told himself.

~~~ At the Bakugou's residence ~~~           (A/N am I fancy yet? XD)

"So what kind of people are her parents like? Shouldn't we know what to expect of them, before they arrive at our home eh?" Mitsuki said.

"Her mom is like cotton candy and butterflies and her dad is the lovable father to Ochako, but hard headed and stubborn with guys like me." He yelled as he tried to make sure everything was perfect.

"Son, he is only trying to make sure what's best for his daughter. Any father would." Masaru said.

"Yeah but am what is best for his daughter. And he will know that if he learns it from us and not what that dumbass media thinks of me." Bakugou growled.

"True. But try to understand it from his perspective. If you don't. Neither of you will get anywhere today. " his father tried to reason.

"I never thought I'll see the day my delinquent son would go so far for a cute and adorable girl. She would make a great daughter. Heck anyone that can handle being around you. Gets an A+ in my book. " Mitsuki said.

"I hope you don't fucking use the words delinquent around her fucking dad! The whole point of this shitty meeting is for me to change his mind. And once I do. Then after graduation I'll propose to her." He said.

"So there will be a wedding right away?" Masaru asked.

"No. First we should get fucking  comfortable with our working schedules. We both picked to work for different agencies. So anybody with common sense would think it will take time to adjust to our new lives before being distracted planning a wedding right off the bat." Bakugou said.

"Man for a moment, I actually heard something smart from you." Mitsuki joked.

"Why you!" Their son was about to snap.

Masaru just put his hand on Bakugou's shoulder and said."let it go" to him.

"Am just doing this for Ochako. Hell I don't have a problem marrying her without permission. But I fucking know she does. Her family is close and she would hate it if they don't get along with me." He said.

"Well not with that mouth! How do you expect them to think you aren't a bad boy if you have that kind of language. Honestly I don't fucking know where you picked up that vulgar mouth." Mitsuki said.

"Your mother is kinda right. You should practice not cussing in front of them son." His father suggested.

"Well no shit. I have fucking common sense." Bakugou snorted.

Ding dong

Her parents are here.

"Son maybe you should have Ochako here. They should hear from both of you." He said.

"Hell no. This guy needs to hear it from me. I don't need Ochako for this." Bakugou said with a serious face.

A/N I want to apologize to all my amazing readers. The last couple of weeks have been hard for me. Couple weeks ago, I lost someone dear to me. It took me a while to accept it. College is happening again this semester and am feeling the pressure. On top of that, i heard of another death in my family. Am trying to take everything in at the same time. I just wanted everyone to know I do not plan on giving up with this fanfic. It holds a place in my heart. Thank you for all the messages you my readers have sent me.

[flower-guro]

Get to know me~

I was tagged by @simsparadise3​

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

Last: 1. Drink: Water :/ 2. Phone call: My dad? i think?? 3. Text message: My best friends uwu 4. Song you listened to: Business Man - Mother Mother 5. Time you cried: Its been a while... maybe a couple weeks??

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: I’ve... never dated orz 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Also ... never happened 8. Been cheated on: Pls refer to #6 9. Lost someone special: Yeah, some family members and pets i rlly loved 10. Been depressed: 24/7 my dude 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve never intentionally drank alcohol

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14. Peach, light pink, maroon

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Some really important ones~ 16. Fallen out of love: ....Yes. 17. Laughed until you cried: Yeah i have ;u; 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Not in a bad way 19. Met someone who changed you: Yeah 20. Found out who your friends are: Yes, and i love them 21. Kissed someone on your  Facebook list: Who uses facebook?? (also nvr kissed)

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I only friend ppl on facebook that ive met and know 23. Do you have any pets: You bet! I have my kitten Nelly, an Old (TM) cat named Spike, and a big golden retriever pupper named Odin 24. Do you want to change your name: Hmmm... kinda?? I don’t mind my name but I like Ken better 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Went to a nice restaurant.. i think that’s it?? 26. What time did you wake up: 10:30 ish 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Playing tf2 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The anime convention that’s coming up ohoho 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: *looks to the right* there she is 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Wish I could’ve done better my first year of college 31. Listening right now: The news is on right now? 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I went to high school with a Tom, he was a goof 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: The fact that some ppl dont like Osomatsu-san lmaO 34. Most visited website: Youtube....

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: A b u n ch on my shoulders and neck 36. Mark/s: Stretch marks, scars 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a marine biologist 38. Hair color: Brown~ 39. Long or short hair: Short! Shorter than chin length 40. Do you have a crush on someone: mmmmm not right now (for once) 41. What do you like about yourself: My personality?  42. Piercings: Just my ears, tho I want a nape piercing... 43. Blood type: B+... *insert depression joke* 44. Nickname: Ken, Nekka, Kenni 45. Relationship status: Single as heck 46. Zodiac: Gemini 47. Pronouns: They/them 48. Favorite TV Show: Does Osomatsu-san count or 49. Tattoos: Nope :/ 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: None, somehow 52. Hair dyed in different color: It was orange/ginger but i just dyed it back to its natural color 53. Sport: I used to play softball, even got a scholarship for it hahaha,,,  55. Vacation: Pls kick my ass to Washington or anywhere cooler than this tbh 56. Pair of trainers: Wtf is this foreign lingo (but yes i have some gym shoes)

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: An omelette 58. Drinking: Wish i was drinking coffee.... 59. I’m about to: Go to the river with a friend? 61. Waiting for: The sweet release of death 62. Want: $$ for the convention coming up 63. Get married: I’d like to 64. Career: I’d like to design prosthetics

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs and cuddles pls 66. Lips or eyes: I rlly love eyes 67. Shorter or taller: Each has its charm~ 68. Older or younger: I tend to get along better with people younger than me?? 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: ???? idk my guy, i guess tummies r cute 71. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive?? 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship def 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: More hesitant i guess??

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: N o pe 75. Drank hard liquor: Nah  76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I dont own either lmao 77. Turned someone down: Y eah,,, 78. Sex on the first date: No thanks  79. Broken someone’s heart: *Soft cough* yeah 80. Had your heart broken: yep yep yep 81. Been arrested: No thank u 82. Cried when someone died: Yeah,,,, 83. Fallen for a friend: Ugh dont remind me

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Usually no 85. Miracles: Mmmm no 86. Love at first sight: Maybe, but not for me 87. Santa Claus: I was one of the last ones to think so in my 5th grade class lmao 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure?? No?? idk my guy

OTHER: 90. Current best friend(s) name: (not in any specific order) Trica, Leah, Maisie, Sire 91. Eye color: Brownnn 92. Favorite movie: Oooo I think its still Colorful (anime movie)

Time to tag some friends~ @hibiyamorelikehebiya @shadylamb @tapiocachica @ghostjab9 @pasteddreams and anyone else who wants to!

[pirirps]

mythbusters starters: season 6

who are the mythbusters?

let’s drop grenades down the toilets, like in high school!

well, i wouldn’t know about that, because i was too busy studying chemistry.

what is this, opposite land?

arise, my son!

this may look nice and sunny, and it is, but it’s really a torture chamber.

this oughta clean out the pipes!

it’s a perfect storm of... something that causes an explosion.

aaaand cue the chemistry.

i feel like i’ve been lied to.

i’d imagine that torture is a pretty results-driven business.

if it takes months to do it, it’s not really a feasible form of torture.

yeah, but we didn’t see the _____ go all the way THROUGH the guy. that was supposed to be the grand finale!

it’s possible, as gruesome as it is.

go ahead and swallow that puppy.

wow, you look funny.

whoooooaaaaahh, i can see you breathing!

we’re stretching the budget and moving into the realm of ridiculous.

____ has adapted her guillotine.

that internet video is nothing but science fiction.

[horrible singing and pretending to know how to play piano]

it’s weird having a job where our only tasks today are to _______ and to ________.

wow, man, i gotta tell you, with your hat off you look like a bond villain.

who cares if it makes sense? we might get to see a piano explode!

the piano is definitely on fire.

hahaha! dude, i just can’t get over how funny-looking you look on the thermal camera.

i keep thinking the little creature that pilots ____’s body is gonna pop out and run away any second now.

there’s a whole lost more that you missed that i had to suffer through.

[furious guttural screaming] SHUT UUUUUUPP!!!!!!!!!!!

[playing piano and singing] go ___! go ___! fill this piano with tnt!

in my 80s rock band, they’ll have these.

it’s one of the oldest gags in slapstick comedy!

the old “slipping on a banana peel” routine?

he’ll be blindfolded, which means gravity can take its hilarious revenge.

your mustache is all funky.

it’s time to get scientific.

well, i happen to have some animal birthing agent lying around.

that is nasty.

what’s with all the bling?

we’ve been robbing jewelry stores!

you know, if this works, in the end we could be millionaires.

csi miami makes it look so easy...

_______’s done his research.

it may not look like it, but we’re professionals.

it’s a classic seinfeld moment.

double dipping? not such a big deal. besides, what the heck is your immune system for, anyway?

what’s red and smells like blue paint? -- red paint.

that is some fabulous hair.

oh, she’s cute. she’s REALLY cute.

can i style you?

i’ve always wanted to see a high-speed shot of somebody getting smacked in the face.

almost since the invention of alcohol, people have been drinking too much.

your friends might be inclined do-- [slaps you in the face repeatedly]

shut up. leave me alone.

and there’s those people skills, hard at work.

he hung a green screen for inspiration.

the good news for his mom is that he’s still breathing.

i didn’t know it was gonna be so painful. i kinda liked it.

AAAAUUUUUUUUUGGHHGGGHHHHHGGH!!!

holy bleeping bleepity bleep!

i’m bustin’ outta here, see?

[singing the indiana jones theme]

never since that motorcycle gang, right?

i actually rode across the country in one of these things.

whatever floats your goat.

no, it’s not a prop from mad max. it’s a ____.

is this not the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?

it’s perforated for your convenience.

well, that was a bit of a letdown.

we broke some stuff.

the road warrior would be proud.

this place can’t hold me!

i’m bustin’ outta here, see?

even WITH seat-belts, i worry about _____.

oh, that certainly gets the juices flowing.

[maniacal laughter]

you look like you’ve done this before. have you broken out of jail before?

pretend like your life depends on it. and it kinda does.

ow. ow.

ow!!!

okay, you can stop. stop. stop!

let’s not air this in prisons.

i’m not afraid of heights, but i’m really afraid of falling.

ohmygodi’mgonnathrowup.

sheer. human. hair. strength.

physics: 1, movies: 0.

that’s some classic hollywood sleight of hand.

we need a boom.

the scary thing is, ____ already had this costume even before we needed it.

if you say so, junior.

YOU NEED TO PUT MORE FIBER IN THE DAMN FOOD!

it’s not that stupid. you’ve had stupider ideas.

i am totally convinced that ____ used as rope is a totally plausible way to escape prison.

alright, i’ll see you guys in mexico in a month.

welcome back.

you ready, old man?

we get them from the internet and movies.

oh, wait a minute-- yellow track suit? sword? we’re doing kill bill!

check out my new bulletproof vest, man!

that’s right... i’m gonna build a robot.

is this how houdini died?

we consult with experts, we take every precaution, and we have years of experience in dangerous situations.

it’s not for the faint-hearted.

there’s always room for a chicken.

today, we have a 70% chance of SCIENCE.

alright dude, time to dial up that internet modem.

the whole friggin’ thing EXPLODES!

the least of your worries is getting your socks wet.

-- and a fuse and a box of matches to set the whole thing off.

______. try saying that three times fast.

let’s face it, they’re gangsters, that’s what they do.

gunfire not being the best pickup line, i’m guessing they scared off the girls.

so that just slides around in there?

that’s all we’re doing. we’re just shooting guns. this day can’t suck.

so remember when i said we’re not _____ just for our own enjoyment, and it’s for some real scientific experimentation? well, that’s actually true.

well, i’m a little bit skeptical, and i think they’ve done something a little bit “iffy”.

don’t tell me-- what the heck! i think it’s a dud!

luckily, it is -- [smacks it with ____]-- ____ proof.

weeeewoooooweeeeewoooooweeeeewooooo!

if this works, we can expect to hear multiple gunshots at any moment.

louder.

now to investigate one more way you can hurt yourself with a handgun!

i remember it like it was yesterday...

high five!

no decapitation. definitely damage, but, yeah, it’s still there.

if you’re gonna have a handgun, make sure you know how to use it.

i’m gonna have a frankenhand for dinner.

it’s starting to smoke. is that normal?

this is why we can never have anything nice.

_____ is... it’s/they’re kind of, uh... i hate _____.

special delivery for mr. ________.

if you wanna make an omelette, you gotta break a few eggs.

does this have to do with opening windows?

i’m not nervous, i’m just a little greasy.

i think i need to go ice my face.

so THAT is what a frozen solid head should look like when it’s smashed.

aw, she looks hammered.

this is why it’s so important to always have a spare head.

where are we gonna get a hurricane?

well, the simple answer to that is florida.

OOOHHHHH WHY DID I LOOK!!! WHY DID I LOOK!!!!!

you seem chipper today.

[inhales] mmmmmm. so much better than rotting meat.

trees are two thirds water!

yeah, a nice violent mythbusters ending, i like it!

just seems wrong, shooting a christmas tree.

trees in colder climates are naturally built to not explode.

you know, i could always go into the tree-trimming business.

in a long line of lethal inventions, ____ says this is one of the most dangerous they’ve ever built.

yeah! we took out the lights! woooo!

a k.o. to the kisser put ____ down for the count.

by the way-- thank you to ____ of ____ for letting us use his socks.

in other words: this ain’t over til it’s over.

surprised? didn’t see that one coming.

strap in for a high-flying, rocket-powered, adrenaline-fueled joyride.

no guts, no glory.

we broke some stuff.

well, we may not have had hand-grenades, but at least we still have good chemistry. [winks]

excellent! i see everybody got the message.

did science REALLY save the day?

we’re gonna need one of these, only bigger.

the insurance company has said it is okay.

not only is driving a bus quite simple, it’s also a lot of fun.

[holding a motorized saw and giggling madly]

i love this bus!!!

oh, this is like stunt fantasy camp, man!

this is for glory.

HOOOOO, i cannot even tell you what an adrenaline rush that was!

we have a four-course menu of demolition and destruction.

good idea! less work for me.

melons, anyone?

which way to the destruction?

i hope no cars come crashing into my fruit stand!

but will it be hollywood spectacular?

copy that. i’m on my way.

it seems so peaceful. it’s all quiet... nothing visible... no sign of the impending doom.

here comes chaos!

this one is going to be BIG.

sexy science sells.

it’s bigger than i thought.

it’s looking like it’s been dropped from 400 feet.

anything could happen.

YEAH! WOO! THAT’S COOL!

that was more satisfying than anything we’ve done in a long time.

is everybody okay in here?

hot DAMN, i love cuttin’ steel!

this is the last link in the chain.

it’s gonna go into the waaaater.

oh, no-- no-- nonONONONONONONONO-- YES!!!

[pretending to use the force]

you mean i don’t get to drive this car?

hey, i look taller on tv.

well, there’s one way to get back at your ex.

while this may look like a half a sentence, in fact i’ve written the other half of this sentence a mile away.

the concept... is MIND-BLOWING!

that worked FREAKING PERFECTLY!

if i was a different kind of person, i’d hug you right now.

[punches your arm]

crashes AND fire? this is awesome!

he better enjoy it, ‘cause he’s not gonna have it for long.

MY TRAILERRRR!!!

this is why we can never have anything nice.

have we got a place to do this with rockets?

we gotta get one of these.

everything gets stripes! it’s all data!

i think even inanimate objects need a motivation.

there’s nothing like the smell of rocket propellant in the morning.

so what’s the point of all this, besides the pure raw fun of it?

in fact, it might even explode for all we know.

listen. it’s quiet. too quiet. it’s like the calm before the storm.

this is gonna be NUTS!

see? the desert does make people crazy.

clearly, this is not your average luxury car.

look, ma, no hands!!!

really? ‘cause you look like you’re freaking out.

we’ve kept you waiting long enough.

let’s get down to business.

i was thinking, “i’ve never seen anything going that fast”, and then i realized-- i was right. i have literally never seen anything going that fast.

“awesome” is such an overused word.

our goal was to fuse metal and pancake the car. did we achieve that? ... [gestures] what car?

if this doesn’t work? it’s pretty much game over. there is no plan c.

all those years of video games are gonna pay off now.

it’s called “explosive welding”.

now, i’m not gonna say... like luke going through the death star deck, but... IT WAS LIKE LUKE GOING THROUGH THE DEATH STAR DECK IT WENT RIGHT ACROSS THE X I’M--

i was less excited after my first kiss.

if we didn’t wreck all the cars, we wouldn’t have to walk home.

we’d be dead before we even reached the mountain.

i thought you said it was too dangerous to drive.

no, i said it was too dangerous for YOU to drive.

may they rest in pieces.

the land is shrouded in mystery and tall tales, making it the perfect habitat for _____.

i really hope we haven’t bitten off more than we can chew here.

it’s bulletproof, it’s tougher than concrete, and it takes longer than ice to melt... supposedly.

we turned it into a sno-cone!

that-- that’s bulletproof! you weren’t lying!

[thumbs-up]

it’s like i’m a freakin’ mind-reader!

let’s face it-- we’re from california. what do we know about ____?

[re-enacting lightsaber fights with icicles]

[fake sumo wrestling somebody in the snow]

i feel like i’m working in a swamp.

hey, which way to ___?

these are ___’s clothes... they still smell like her...

[wiggles fingers and makes spooky ghost noises]

it’s judgement day.

HOLY CRAP!

dude, we’ve got a leak.

why don’t you fix it?

i don’t wanna get all misty-eyed on you, but it’s a pleasure building strange crap with you.

as far as i’m concerned-- [mimes swinging a golf club and makes a click noise] -- we hit it out of the park.

it looks so damn good, i swear people are gonna think we faked it.

really? you? watching a movie? i’m kind of having a hard time picturing that.

tell me what happened, i can’t see from up here.

reality makes a crappy special effects department.

looking at this picture, the first thing i notice is that he has a mustache.

gotta love a man in uniform.

with her baby bump aerodynamics less than stellar, ___’s grounded for this one.

have fun having a baby!

bye guys! have fun in the desert!

you should always take off the parking brake before you want a car to move.

this rocket science is fun!

when did he get duct-tape underwear?

all that remains is to hit that switch.

he is looking mighty crispy.

we burnt his clothes off!

there is no way he survived that landing.

tell me everything.

... golly.

hold on to your hat.

mama like.

what’s mama got?

if you can’t see the target, how’re you gonna hit it?

do you guys realize i’ve been practicing this technique since i was eight years old?

who’s that old wanker?

oh! i can’t shake him off! oh look! some cardboard boxes! i’ll drive through those and knock him off straight away!

rain happens in the real world.

strap me in.

____: zero, ____ as a supervillain: one.

you know, a burglar kit. crowbars, hammers, stuff like that. -- you guys don’t have a burglar kit?

this always reminds me of elementary school.

tick tock, buddy. cops are on their way.

well there’s your problem.

don’t touch that.

where’s your sense of adventure?

[breakfastisntincluded]

€15

The scheduled wedding event today (the final wedding event) was a Luncheon at the giant fancy house that the wedding people were staying in, which is in Sollèr; so Kate and I were going to hang in Port de Sollèr and eat ice cream from the tasty looking zone and get one of the dope looking little boats we've seen in the harbour that you pedal around and there's a slide on top so that you -the consumer- can enjoy all of the finest consumer luxuries whilst you are in Spain. A big marital spanner was thrown into the works of this plan when Kate and I were invited to also attend the luncheon. Drat. So we woke up late (grrrr Sick Rebecca) and we're leaving tomorrow morning so we had to eat an odd collection of all the food for breakfast, and then we went off on our way to the Luncheon Party Thing, fashionably two hours after the start time of the 'drop-in, drop-out' event 👌🏾 We had to go up this weird little road and then mom had written down the wrong house number so we went to the big gate dad thought it was and then we went away from it and then we went back because it was in fact the right place :P The house was worth the winding road though, it was insaaaaaane it was huge and made of stone and it had a big courtyard outside and grassy zones and a nice pool :o We had delicious paella and looked all around inside the house that was old and stoney and also modern because it was ~recently renovated~ 😱 We brought our togs but the pool was surrounded and filled and generally occupied by wedding revellers who were terrifying norm core old people (30-40 age olds) so we dared not enter. And then there was also the wasp problem. WHYYYY ARE THERE SOOOOOO MANY WASSSSSPPSSSS EEEEEEEVERYWHERERREEEEEEEESODKSLXISJDLWJXWKPSJWLSOWJDLWID it's just ALLLL the TIIIIMMEEEEE it's an unrelenting shit storm of terrible wasps all day long and I hate it. Anyway, because of these horrible things we absconded from that zone and went to the port to party it up Vladnik style. The parking situation down there is so gnarly (the bad way of being gnarly) but we found a park straight away in our usual street so heck yeah for that 👌🏾👌🏾 We went down to the beach and we eventually found the boat boy and we got our little boat! It was so fun and the water is so nice and it's just so cool being in the port zone with the bay all around and the boats and all the peeps having fun in the sun 😱☀️ Sadly the parents had made a plan with their pals to go to some famous seafood restaurant for dinner so we didn't have time to go to the glorious ice cream zone 😭 But I guess we'll live 😭 So we hilariously rushed along nicely to the pals' hotel which is a block up from the beach and got changed in the bathroom to get changed. Now papa and the pal had heard that the place was very popular and it was very hard to find a park so though we had a rental car they decided to leave it behind and get a cab to the restaurant. This turned out to be a "mixed-bag" decision because there was actually plenty of parking, but, you had to go up ridiculous windy hill zone and then back down a different ridiculous windy hill zone to get there, so I guessssss it was better to get a cab? It was better for dad and not better for me because I couldn't open my window and there was a big ass red beetle thing by me that was freaking me out so it was a very sickly and unpleasant journey for me in many ways 🤑 We arrived and then had to go down a path and some wide stairs and then we got to this awesome little rocky cove that was really cool 😱 People were swimming there which was insane but for looking at it was a great place, so I guess it was worth not getting ice cream from that one particular place in order to go there??? :P And mom had said that it got really famous because it was in a movie that I had never heard of but it turns out that it was actually in the TV show the night manager which I have heard of (because it stars Britain's sweetheart Hugh Laurie and his bastard son Tom Hiddleston) so that's cool. We had delicious sea foods (HAH! I simply had a delicious dish croquet and then a tasty tasty omelette) and then when we left it was all dark which was spooky but cool and the taxi picking us up was slow arriving so we got to stand in the carpark and look at the stars in the cool zone. What a good day 👌🏾😎

[bolbianddolanhouse]

BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 10: T is for Trouble, and make it Triple

Its the next day of getting that note. So far, only Iida, Mimi and Jin are the only ones that know about the break up. Mimi, Jin and I are trying to keep this under wraps to not bring attention to myself or Amajiki. 

-Thursday, in the Hero classroom before I arrive-

“Iida-kun! I wanted to say this earlier but you look like you’re in better spirits” said Midoriya “anything happened yesterday? You were with Palma-san and her friends almost all afternoon.”

“Oh it’s just that Ita is very good company and her friend made delicious omelettes” Iida said trying not to let anything slip about the plan “They also talked about their upcoming practice exams.”

“Oh I’ve heard about them” spoke up Todoroki “those tests have higher fail rates than ours, but Ita-senpai is smart. I have faith in her to make it farther than the rest.”

“Higher fail rates?! How many people have actually passed that exam?” asked Midoriya.

“Since the establishment of the program, only 5 individuals. But they grade the test by how they adhered to the guidelines rather than how they got defeated.”

“That’s alot of factors and pressure to do well but I really want to see that so I can take some notes.” said Midoriya overthinking the possibilities.

“She told me its going to be broadcasted to the school so we’d be able to watch in real time.” Iida responded.

“We should have a viewing party!” Midoriya exclaimed as I walked in, double fisting two lattes.

“Are you ok? You’re really going hard with those lattes” asked Jiro concerned.

“Yee I’m just trying to not pass out until 8pm” I said levitating myself to my desk “I have so much preparations to do in the next 2 days.”

“Palma-san! is it true your practice exams are going to be broadcasted?” exclaimed Midoriya.

“Oh yes they are, its going to take place next week on Saturday so everyone can tune in without obligations to attend to.”

“Midoriya is proposing to have a viewing party” said Iida standing up “Who in the class would also like to have a viewing party to support Palma-san and her squadron?”

“Oooh! Us! We do! Will there be snacks?” the class erupted with excitement. 

Class starts and we have review group work, I just hope there’s no talk about Mirio because I don’t need the attention draw to me. Fast forward to Saturday when they returned from off campus training, the Big three are slinking away from me in case I got vengeful over the note. Meanwhile, in the dorms, I was doing my chores before everyone starts cooking lunch.

“Palma-san! I saw the bus come back with the 3rd years on my run” panted Uraraka “does that mean you’re going out tonight?”

Fuck, I don’t have an alibi for that, better think fast! “Not tonight! We were texting this morning and I said that I couldn’t go spend time with him because I have aquatic training with my squad.”

“Oh alright, sounds intense” said Uraraka taken back by my response as she walked to her room.

That was close I thought, I can’t hide this forever! Everyone is getting nosey about it. Later that evening, some of the boys go out to the nearby entertainment and food strip.

“Yo theres alot of upperclassmen here” said Sero “wonder what’s going on?”

“Hey! Isn’t that Mirio?” Kaminari said pointing to Mirio and the other two “do you think Palma-san is also here?”

“Can’t be, she said she had training with her team” Sato responded “lets get closer, maybe she gave us the slip and she is here!”

Sero, Sato, Kirishima, Bakugo and Kaminari all got in earshot of the Big three and it was about to get spicy.

“Mirio you have to eat something buddy” coaxed Amajiki putting a grilled meat skewer near his mouth “please? Just a bite?”

Mirio took a bite but only to please Amajiki “I really don’t want to be here guys”

“You know it had to happen Mirio” said Nejire taking a sip of her drink “Heroes and agents don’t mix well. It was either you got serious or she did with your careers.”

“But I still love her! I can’t stop thinking about her! I can only imagine how sad she is right now in her dorm! and what stupid things her friends are talking her into to feel better! I should’ve never caught feelings for Palma-san if I knew how hurt I’d feel now.”

“SHHH Mirio! what if somebody hears?!” said Amajiki shoving the meat skewer in Mirio’s mouth. But it was too late, the boys already heard everything and put 2 and 2 together. They rushed back to the dorms to find answers.

“Oh back so soon?” said Iida.

“WHERE’S PALMA-SAN?!” said Kirishima 

“She isn’t back yet from her training, why do you ask?” Iida asked suspiciously.

“We saw Mirio and he said that he broke up with her!” said Kaminari “poor thing is probably not at training but crying her eyes out and really needs comforting.”

Meanwhile, on the roof of the intelligence dorms. I was smoking some of that good good weed an upperclassman scored for us and shared with some of our classmates.

“Yo this ain’t even smells like weed” I said as I passed the joint “or it might be the 2nd joint that gave me low key brain damage hehehehehe”

“Pass the watermelon Ita! This cottonmouth is killing me!” said Mimi as she was spread out on the blanket.

“Jin aren’t you going to partake in some of this?” asked our classmate Yuka “you had one puff.”

“In a moment, theres some panic going on in the Hero dorms” said Jin holding binoculars, looking out to the hero dorms “If my lip sync skills are correct, I believe they’re looking for you Ita.”

“whaaaaa? why tho?” I said handing Mimi the container of watermelon “I didn’t say anything about this so I am confusion.”

“WAIT! oh bitch they’re talking about something about Mirio” exclaimed Jin “better go before they find out about this on the roof.”

“Dang it! I guess I gotta make it believable that I was at training.” I groaned as I poured water on my hair and sprayed a mix of cucumber water, salt and a little vodka on myself for that just out of the locker room smell. I teleported in and played it cool.

“Hi yall! How was the thing?” 

“PALMA-SAN!” said the 5 boys as they ran toward me for a hug “are you ok? we found out about you and Mirio! What a jerk! wanna talk about it? Do you need comfort?”

“Who told you?!” I said as I panned over to Iida, he mouthed that it wasn’t him.

“When we went to the strip, we saw him and his friends and Mirio said that he broke things off with you and still loves you.” said Bakugo.

“Well it didn’t feel like he did when he broke up with me via handwritten note!” I said faking my breakdown. The boys let me have my shower time and I was in my room drying off and changing into loungewear, hoping nobody would try to talk to me about it. There was a soft knock on my door. Fuck

“Who is it?”

“It’s Tokoyami”

Hmmm maybe this is fine “Ok come in”

“I heard about what happened, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m holding up but it was bound to happen so I’m not too sad.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to be...comforted?” Tokoyami said as he leaned in to my face.

“Oh see your intention” I said before whispering “lock the door and turn off my light.”

The night proceeded with us soft muzzling and kissing ourselves to sleep. In the morning I teleported him back to his room and I walked out of mine like last night didn’t happen. I go into the bathroom with the usual fuckery going on in the background while I do my skincare, the choice of music was some Drake as I emotionally sang to it.

“Um Palma-san, you ok?” asked Kaminari “you’re going a little too hard this morning.”

“This is just how I cope, I’m too dehydrated to keep crying over him.”

“Will a date with me make you feel better?” he said trying to be sly with me.

“A date with you? Please Kaminari, I’m sad, not desperate.”

The boys hollered by the roast I just served to Kaminari. He never really recovered from that roast. I finished my routine and left the bathroom to change, the moment the door closed the boys started to talk.

“Iida this is your second chance!” said Kirishima “when will this happen again?!”

“He’s right Iida-kun” responded Midoriya “she’s at the stage where she needs comforting and company.”

“I know but I can’t just take advantage of her vulnerability like that!” Iida retorted “she has her practice exams next week and I want her to focus on those rather trying to kindle another relationship.”

“Ok but what if she gets swept off her feet again?” questioned Tokoyami “you know she's the type to kiss around.”

“No matter! I will ask when she has time to focus on a relationship because I want to get serious with her” he said shutting off the water “I know her better than anyone else here, there’s no way I’m letting go of her.”

Fast forward to Monday, I set off to ‘run’ into Amajiki during my free period. Lucky for me, he was alone walking along the faculty hall.

“Hi Amajiki.”

“Oh! uhh Palma-san hello”

“Sorry to ask but has Mirio responded to any of your texts? Because I think he blocked my number.”

“Um I’m actually not sure.”

“Oh, I see, well if you see him, can you give him this?” I said as I gave him a note with Togata Mirio written in blue glitter pen.

Amajiki takes the note and starts to get anxiety on what’s on the note “You aren’t mad at Mirio are you?”

“Well, I’m a bit sad but I suppose it was bound to happen since the age gap and how serious he is to be a hero.”

“Oh ok so you’re understanding of everything” he said relieved “I’ll give this to him then.”

“Cool thank you so much- hey you have something on your...cheek there, here let me.” I said as I pretended to brush off an eyelash with my hand on his face.

“Oh uhh thanks Palma-san” he said as he trembled and blushed “take care now.”

Success! I copied the quirk to do some practice. Meanwhile, after school as the big three walked home.

“Oh here Mirio, Palma-san asked me to give you this.”

“YOU SAW HER AND DIDN’T TELL ME SOONER!?” exclaimed Mirio as he took the note and read it.

“Yeah I ran into her during my free period and she didn’t look sad.”

“She wrote that she’s understanding on why and just is asking to be my friend” Mirio said holding the note up to his face “it even smells like her! My heart doesn’t want friendship though, I want intimacy and marriage.”

“Mirio that’s so bold of you to say at a girl you’ve known for only 2 months.” said Nejire

“She also said we’ll talk it over after her exams, maybe there’s hope for us”

The days leading up to the exam, I managed to copy Amajiki’s quirk one more time  and perfected it as much as time allowed me. It’s the afternoon I leave to go take my exam at the simulated disaster zones off campus, the hero class see me off.

“BYE PALMA-SAN! We’ll be watching and rooting for you and your team!”

“Aww guys, yall too sweet!”

“Ita do your absolute best” Iida said going in with a tight hug “I have so much faith in you to pass and bring honor to our school.”

“Oh jeez you’re squeezing the soul outta me again!” struggled to say “but I’ll be safe, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Ready to board Miss Palma?” said Diya sensei from inside the bus.

“Be right there!” I yelled as Iida released me from his embrace “Bye bye yall!”

“Here before you go” Iida said grabbing my hand and gently kissing it “there, a kiss to seal in your victory and safe return.”

I board the bus with Mimi, Jin and 6 other 3rd years in our program. A 2 hour drive later and we arrive at our accommodations to rest and have our exam the next day. I lay in my cot and think, man those 3 are in for a nasty surprise if I get that far. It’s the next day and I suit up with Mimi and Jin.

“Oof yall! I can hardly contain myself!” said Mimi.

“yee yee! I saw the ‘pro heroes’ we’re going against, and those 3 are in the mix” slid in Jin with the fact.

“Yall ready to make them eat our ass?” I said to pump them up.

“YEET! YA YEET YA!” we chanted and whipped as we left the changing room to get to out assigned corridor.

*cut to the hero class and their viewing party*

“So nice of class 1-B and some of general ed to come and support Palma-san” said Uraraka as she sat down next to Midoriya.

“Pretty sure some of them are just here for the food.” said Mina.

“EVERYONE QUIET! Our beloved classmate is about to get announced!” said Iida turning up the volume on the speaker.

“Humph! don’t see how special this classmate of theirs is if they’re taking some practice exam.” said 1-B student Monoma

“Shut it Neito!” retorted 1-B class rep Kendo “she’s in their class and also in the Intelligence program! She’s one of the most powerful students of our grade and from what they’ve been telling me, also very talented and lovely to be around.”

“Powerful huh?” scoffed general ed student Shinso “lets see about that.”

“Hello to all the folks at UA tuning in to our Practice Exam broadcast! Our selected squadrons are rolling in and looking confident!”

“That’s right! We have some 1st years in the mix too! And for the first time in UA history, all three of the 1st year squadron are international students! Let’s introduce them to the ones back home first!”

“We have Jin Matsui, Korean born with a tactful Portal quirk. Next, Milana Mikhalia Oleshin, Russian born with a killer Scope quirk. And finally Itati Palma, American born with a DOUBLE WHAMY of Mid-range Telekinesis and Copy!”

“What a unique spread of countries and quirks! According to their sensei, they have amazing chemistry between them on and off the field. Let’s see how far they can go on the Pro-Hero takedown! But first a word for our sponsors!”

“Which one is your classmate?” asked Monoma

“Palma-san! Did you see how cool she posed with her team?!” responded Midoriya.

“Huh, so she has copy too? and telekinesis? How come I’ve never seen her with your class?” questioned Monoma.

“Oh she’s in our Ethics and Law class but she also trains and dorms with us.” Shoji butted in.

“Wow! she sounds like a well rounded person!” said Kendo “wonder if she’d train with us too.”

*cut back to the exam*

We line up at the starting line, getting our nervous wiggles out. 

“Ok we’re the last ones to go and the other’s didn’t make it too far” I said to Mimi and Jin “deep breath team! I know we can make it past the mid point!”

“My motivation to get make it to the big three at the end and serve some justice!” Mimi said as she flexed “everyone remember the finishing move?”

“Yee yee!” Jin and I hollered.

“Ok and lastly, our 1st years are at the starting line! And look at them chanting! Amazing display of camaraderie!”

“Rules again for the folks back home is that the goal is to stun or detain our pro-heroes before reaching the end. Team work is crucial to take down these up and coming heroes! We have UA’s Big Three at the final stretch, if they make it that far!”

“Squadron! Are you ready to take the exam?! Take your mark, get set...GO GO GO!”

We take off and like expected, a group tried to swarm us to soon and we did the endless loop to detain them in nets and move on. A group of 3 tried to separate us with invisible walls but I flexed on them and I levitated one of them and ran them into their team mates to release the walls and we stunned them once the walls were down. A fire user thought they were clever by trapping us in a fire circle, Jin portaled us out of the circle as I did close combat to copy their quirk and get them distracted for Mimi to hit them with the stun. We get to the midpoint and it’s the water portion, I just used the fire to boil the water so all the water users jump out and get netted.

“UNBELIEVABLE! That American student is one stone cold fighter! That Russian student never misses the shot either! Oh and that Korean student using their portals for more than escaping is refreshing.”

“I don’t believe it either! Folks our 1st year squadron has now surpassed the midpoint and are beyond where our other 2 teams stopped. We might have a completion on our hands today.”

We stun another 3 that tried to rush us and I spot Amajiki in the sky, flying back and forth over an area. I call out to Mimi to toss me so I can start our Big three takedown plan. Amajiki doesn’t see me come straight for him and teleport him back a ways before the midpoint to a toppled building area. I do some quick slaps and land one on his face and hold him down in a submission knot to distract him from taking his cape and putting him in a quadruple cuff to detain him. As I’m going through his vest pockets to find the octopus, he speaks.

“You’re here?! This is you’re exam that you were training for?!”

“Yep!”

“But what will taking my cape and look through my pockets help you?”

“This” I said as I found the octopus and ate it to transform my arms into tentacles.

His eyes widen with realization “Y-y-you lied to us! You did have a second quirk! But why?”

“Oh sweet, innocent Amajiki” I said grabbing him by the collar “I knew all about you three looking through my file and trying to convert me to become a hero! And such a pity, we could’ve been good friends.”

“No! don’t hurt Mirio or Nejire! STOP!” he said trying to struggle out of the cuffs as I teleported back to the others.

Jin and Mimi detain Nejire in a net with Jin’s distraction dance. Before I get to them, Mirio starts his attack on them. I teleport in the air above Nejire and I get in Mirio’s field of vision. He sees the caped figure and calls out Amajiki’s name to help him, just as planned. I get closer and wrap him in my tentacle arms.

“Amajiki what the-” Mirio takes a closer look and sees that it’s not his friend but me “Palma-san? Love what are you doing?!”

“I know everything Mirio, the file and your plan to convert me. It’s game over sweetheart!” I say as I signal for the finisher.

We get in a tussle and I barely managed to graze my hand on his face. He uses his quirk but holds back his punches. 

“I can’t hurt you love! I still love you I never meant to hurt you or change you! Can you find it in your heart to forgive me and get back together with me?”

“No! You are no hero and no love of mine! I’ll NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” I yelled as I lured him in the formation.

“I’m not letting you win!” he said as he pinned my arms to my sides to prevent me from using my telekinesis. I took a deep breath and activated my copy of his quirk and slipped out of his grip and into my position. We T-posed and I levitated my stun rods to deploy an area shock that will stun anything in the middle of the users. Mirio gets stunned and we cross the finish line hand in hand. A very nice staff member gave me a robe to cover up before they did our close up.

“I am in shock! These 1st years completed the exam, making them the first international students to complete the exam! Double history was made for UA today folks, while we wait for the final scores, lets replay that finishing move for the folks back home!”

Cut to the viewing party, everyone had their jaws on the floor. They couldn’t believe how well executed we took down the Big Three.

“What amazing power your classmate has!” Kendo spoke up “Her tact and chemistry is something else and with those 2, I can only dream of having that type of cooperation.”

“AHHHH! PALMA-SAN HAD TO TAKE DOWN MIRIO?!” yelled Hagakure “what a twist of events that they broke up then had to fight each other!”

“I wonder if they’re alright” muttered Aoyama “lovers as themselves must’ve exchanged a dramatic dialogue!”

*Cut back to the heroes getting released and gaining conscience*

 Amajiki and Nejire hover over Mirio.

“Mirio? Are you ok buddy?” asked Amajiki.

“She lied to us and found out about everything” said Mirio “I feel like such a fool! I got blinded by my feelings for her that I didn’t even see that she was only with me to use my quirk against me.”

The other two just silently picked him up and walked to the sideline, Mirio was still holding Palma’s jumpsuit. He asked around and found his way to the their changing room to return her jumpsuit.

“Yo yo yo! watcha doin back here naked man?!” said Jin with hand motions.

“Yee yee bucko! You hungry for another ass whoopin?!” menaced Mimi pounding her fist into her hand.

“No I was just returning Palma-san’s jumpsuit and boots” he said peering over Mimi to see me laying down on a cushioned bench with a heated blanket “Is she ok? Did she get injured?!”

“No she just over-exerted herself” said Diya sensei walking in with a bowl of chopped cucumber and melon “She was on the verge of passing out when she passed the finish line but she fought well and it paid off. She deserves some rest and some fresh fruits.”

Mirio went up to the bench and sat in front of her weakened body.

“Love?”

“Don’t call me that”

“Right, sorry...good job out there!”

“Thanks” I said eating some cucumber.

“I’m sorry, about everything, I stayed with you out of love. I want to make it up to you” he said as he bowed with his hand out “Will you get back with me with the intention of being my life partner?”

“Mirio, look at me, stare deeply into my eyes” I commanded him as he looked up “Listen to me close, there is NOTHING you can do or give me that will make me want to forgive or go back with you.” I stood up and got my uniform to put away.

“But I can’t shake these feelings of love for you! Please I swear I’ll-”

“STOP! Promise me something Mirio, when you have children and they want follow a different path, don’t change them like you tried with me.” I said as I folded my suit into it’s case.

“I’ll never forget you, you’ll always be my love” he said as he walked out of the changing room.

What a weirdo I think pretty sure he’ll move on to the next one and the feeling will go away. I change into a tracksuit to see the other schools taking the exam with their pro-heroes. 3 other schools have made it to their top 3 but didn’t pass. It was the end of the exams and we all wash up and pack to leave in the morning. We board the bus and I joke with the others that I hope the bus doesn’t breakdown again. We all have a nice time and the bus doesn’t breakdown, upon arriving at the school, there was a welcome party for us.

“Looks like your classmates tuned in and saw your victory.” said Diya sensei as we pulled up to unload.

Once Mimi, Jin and I got down, we got swarmed by the intel and hero 1-A classes.

“VICTORY FOR THE FIRST YEARS!” Everyone chanted as they hoisted us up.

“Guys! yall are too much!” I said flustered “thank you so much for your support and faith in us! We couldn’t have succeeded without it!”

“She’s so short up close” said Monoma “pretty too, I see how the number 1 student took fancy of her.”

“She’s so sweet in person! Sweeter than I thought, what do you think Shinso?” asked Kendo to a dazed Shinso. He didn’t hear her, he was too busy staring at Palma in her pink tracksuit as she talked to her fawning classmates. He was enamored by her equal parts powerful and soft features, like a cat.

“Hmm? Oh yea she seems nice” he said snapping out it “Midoriya tells me her copy is stronger than Monoma’s.”

“I heard that Hitoshi!” said Monoma booty tickled “what are you trying to say huh? That some agent is surpassing me!? HA! don’t make me laugh!”

“She can copy and control double quirks for more that 5 minutes at a time” Shinso said bluntly “so in a fight against you, not only are you helpless but she could be hiding a copy of a quirk she copied earlier and use it against you. Then bam, you’re done for in less than 5 minutes.”

“You should ask her to help you train Monoma!” said Kendo “she can show you new techniques for the final exam to get into 1-A!”

We get inside the school for Recovery Girl to check for any serious injuries to our bodies since we did over exert ourselves.

“oh dear, you three have severe bruising and some burns and cuts!” Recovery Girl exclaimed to Mimi, Jin and I “I can heal you but you must rest! Come by for another check up on Wednesday but until then, ease up on the quirk training.”

“Yes ma’am” we said weakly.

I go to the dorms and go to my room and see a bunch of flowers in vases and cards from different people. I got soft and gasped at the sight! I got flowers from Midnight, All Might, The girls, Tokoyami, Iida, intel 1-A and my case worker. I laid down to read all the cards and I got a knock on my door.

“who is it?”

“it’s Tenya”

“Come in”

“Oh there’s more flowers in here than I remembered but how was your medical exam?”

“I was pretty roughed up to where I have to ease up on the quirk training” I said taking off my jacket to show my battle wounds “I got scratched up and bruised with some burns all over my body but Recovery Girl patched me up pretty well.”

“That looks terrible! Is there anything I could do to help?”

“Well if its not too much to ask” I said shyly “can I get a back massage? My back is killing me.”

“Of course! anything for you!”

 I lay on my stomach on my bed and he nervously puts his hands on me. He wasn’t doing a bad job but it did the trick and I was getting relaxed and soothed.

“Thank you Tenya” I said softly “I appreciate all you’re efforts to make me feel better. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

“Oh funny that you say that hehe” he said nervously “I feel like Mirio didn’t deserve you, I still can’t believe you put up with him.”

“He told me when he saw me on the exam field that he can’t hurt me because he still loves me” I said rolling my eyes “he even had the nerve to go to the changing room I was in, weakened and all, and asked me to take him back with the intention of being his life partner.”

“Well, what did you say?”

“I said hell no! I don’t care if he still had feelings for me, nothing would be the same anymore plus, I don’t think I want to involve myself with anybody for a while” I said groaning as Iida rubbed a little too hard “you hero boys are a bit much for me, all yall wanna do is train and compete with each other.”

“Well that’s good that you want to ease off the dating scene” Iida said going in for the serious question “what type of boy would you want to be life partners with then?”

“Hmmm, I don’t care for looks or power but I really like the type that makes me think the real questions of life, that can make me laugh and that is after my intellect and emotions.”

“Are you going to be kissing around?”

“Nah, it stopped being fun when they started catching feelings. I got two other confessions from guys in my program that I kissed once and they suddenly want to date. I had my fun, time to get a bit more serious with myself.”

Iida felt relieved, he doesn’t have to worry about losing her anytime soon. “Wow, this whole passing your exam thing really shaped you up to change huh? But I kind of like it, it makes you more mature.”

I blush and he notices, he runs his hands up and down my back. I felt a pain in my abdomen and winced in pain. Frick, is it that time of the month already?!

“Oh sorry did I hurt you?”

“No! I got a bad stomach cramp, I’ll be fine.” I said sitting up.

“That won’t do! I make you some food and tea, it is almost dinner time” he said getting up to leave my room “just relax and I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”

As soon as he leaves I lock the door and check myself for stains, not yet but I know it’s coming soon. I check my supply of feminine hygiene products and I am running low. I guess I have to ask Midnight tomorrow for some more, ever since entering school here, she’s been helping me with those things. I change into dark colored leggings and a pad to be on the safe side. Iida is getting in the cooking zone and everyone is noticing.

“Iida-kun you’re getting very into cooking” said Midoriya “what are you making?”

“I’m just cooking some dinner for Ita, shes not feeling well and is very bruised up.”

“Soooo, did you tell her?” said Kirishima sliding in “you were in her room for a long while~”

“I just talked to her about things, I massaged her back and saw all the damaged she sustained. Poor girl really went through alot that day.”

“You didn’t tell her your feelings?! Then when will you?!”

“She said something that made me feel like she's not going to be involving herself with anyone anytime soon.”

“Alright but I’m just saying Iida-kun, she isn’t one to wait too long” warned Kirishima “also did you make enough for us?”

“No well... depends how much Ita eats” Iida said walking toward her room “Hey I finished making the food, come out.”

“Coming!” I said as I opened the door and wobbled out “curse these knees! they’re giving out on me at the ripe age of 15!”

“Please allow me” Iida said scooping me up and carried me to my usual eating spot “You have to rest your legs too!”

Everyone was staring at the display and I was embarrassed because I really don’t like being carried. He sits me down and serves my plate and tea and sits next to me. I didn’t really think much of it because I was excited to eat! I try to keep the fork still as I brought some food to my mouth but my arms were wobbling too.

“Oof, I’m more injured than I thought! can’t even feed myself normally” I sighed as I picked up another bite.

“Here let me” Iida said getting the spoon and feeding me.

“I’m not a child Tenya I can feed myself!” I said struggling to feed myself and missing my mouth completely. Defeated, I said “ok maybe just this once you can.”

He feeds me and everyone was enamored by the gesture and my faces when I get fed. When I had enough, I wanted to lay down again because I took some pain medication to help me sleep a full 8 hours without pain. Iida asked me if I would spend some time with him on the couch, watching a movie. I agree but to my surprise it was Shrek but only because he hasn’t watched it and doesn’t understand the memes. Somewhere during the traveling to Lord Farquad’s castle with Fiona, my meds kick in and I fall asleep on his shoulder. Iida misinterprets this as making a move on him so he puts his arm around me. He then proceeds to profess his feelings to me,

“Ok I’m just going to say it, just listen ok Ita. I like you, more than friends, ever since that day I asked to walk you home. Your intellect and grace captivates me and your beauty is a true rarity. I like our time together and making you happy because it makes me happy. I know it’s too soon from your relationship with Mirio but I want to let you know, I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. You’re perfect and I want to be your one and only love.... Ita?” he said passionately until he didn’t hear a response from me. He checked my breathing and saw that I fell asleep. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he turned off the TV and carried me to my room to tuck me in. As he turned to go to his room, he looked back at me and gave a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading out. Iida thinks about what’s going to happen now that I’m starting to get serious with coursework and developing as a person, when will he kindle this flame?

-End Chapter 10-

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[thedollhouserp]

Hello, My name is BLAISE SARAH PIERCE. I am TWENTY-TWO years old. I am currently on the television show ‘THE DOLLHOUSE’ on HBO and they have given me the label of THE SOUTHERN BELLE. I am PANSEXUAL and people tend to tell me I look like LILI REINHART but I’m pretty sure they’re lying. I am also currently TAKEN and cannot be applied for.

“giving me away is not goodbye.”

POSITIVES: resourceful, spontaneous, loyal

NEGATIVES: guarded, touchy, afraid

☆ in character questions;;

Tell us a little about you.

Wow, y’all don’t make this easy, do ya? I’m Blaise. Which, I know, I know, it’s a peculiar name, but I’ve got a bit of a strange family, the Pierce’s ain’t like all the rest. I’m 22, like the Tswift song, and yeah, it’s basically my anthem these days. I’m kinda hopin’ I never get older so I can keep being relevant to the song, actually. Maybe I won’t have any other birthdays. I work on a ranch. For any city folk reading this, it ain’t like the dressing, I’m talkin’ chickens and horses. It’s a lotta work, but it’s rewarding as all heck.

How do you feel about your label? Do you feel like it’s the right one for you? Why or why not?

Well, guess it depends. If ya think all southern belle’s are supposed’ta have big hair and compete in pageants, you’ve got it all wrong with me. Don’t get me wrong, I can wear a dress like any other, but at home you can catch me more often on a horse than on some stage in weird makeup waving to some people wanting to judge if I’m pretty enough or not.

What interested you in partaking in this television show?

It’s different, outta my comfort zone, ya know? Workin’ on the ranch only can make me so much money for so long, gotta do something else someday, maybe the television world can be for me. I’m not sure I could be any good at acting, but I know all about reality, so what’s better than a show like this?

What are you wanting to accomplish or take from the experience of being on the show?

I wanna have a good time and meet some good friends. Maybe learn a bit of new stuff about myself that I can’t learn alone surrounded by animals all the time, ya know? Can’t hide on the ranch forever, I gotta get myself out there and this is a bit extreme, sure, but we all gotta do what we gotta do, and this is my chance.

☆ mobile device;;

Last song played ➝ the climb by miley cyrus

Last Text  ➝ [to Momma] grabbed us a dozen eggs today, gonna be makin’ us one heck of an omelette tomorrow mornin’ at the crack of dawn (get it, crack, cause the eggs???)

Last Tweet ➝ @blaisepierce: social media is weird, birds tweetin’ is more interesting than this crud.

[mrsamazingdreamer]

Just Roommates: Part 2

YAAAAAS.

HEY GUYS! A big hug and a bigger thanks to everyone who liked my story.

Check out part 1.

Here is part 2! 

Plot- Jungkook as your roommate + College adventures lol. 

Characters- Reader, Jungkook. 

Word count- 1.5k+ 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3  Part 4  

casual texting shit- part 1, part 2  

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JUNGKOOK’s POV

Anything in the world would have been fine, but living in the same apartment as a GIRL was just a no for me. The reason why I had moved into an apartment was so that I could avoid being around the campus girls. But look at me now, I’m crying into a pillow, seeing a girl almost naked in my house. I’m so mad at everyone. They said that they will send in a ‘nice roommate’ who is perfect for my lifestyle and comfort… but no one told me that when I meet that person first will be like this. I want to die.

“I’m sorry are you okay?” a surprisingly soft noise and a warm hand lands on my shoulder. I got startled at the touch and quickly sat up straight.

“Uh I think so- never mind- I-I-I f-freaked out.” I stammered hard. From the corner of my eye I saw her, she was still in her towel, I noticed her eyes… they were very deep and from candle light reflection made them even more deep. I could feel her empathising with my situation from the look on her face.

“So, did I… I mean I should have waited and had a talk with you- “I cut her off and gave her my jacket looking away. “You will catch a cold.” I went into my bedroom without any delay or talks. I couldn’t have her sat there like that, talking to me. It was just really weird. I open my windows to just see how dark it was outside. This ‘Girl-Phobia’ of mine was really getting me to the edge. 

After all, I am a 19-year-old with raging testosterone.

I was blanked out at the thought of living with the opposite gender. Things could be just fine or maybe just so much worse. Either way, I was going to suffer.

It was 10pm and I was hungry fuck. I exit the room to see that girl was sat by the window in our living room, looking a bit sad. Now obviously, I had to do something about the person living with me being sad. Not going to lie, she was kind of cute.

ASDFGHJKL WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?????????? PLEASE sEND Help. TT

“Um, so, hi.” I awkwardly went up to her and just spat the most awkward greeting of my life.

“Oh, hey.” She looks up at me, fixing her hair and face and gave me a cute smile.

Aiggoo. Wae?!

“Earlier was really awkward and bad, so sorry about that.” I tried to makeup and apologise.

“That is fine I guess. I’m Y/N, by the way.” She told.

“I’m Jungkook. You’re new, here right?” I asked her trying to keep it chic.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think you helped me earlier today?” she said.

“Did I? I don’t know, I think I did, but, I don’t know, well, I must have, I’m too nice you know.” WTF JEON JUNGKOOK DA FUQ YOU SAYING?

“Haha, oh god, I think it was you so thanks!” she gave me shy look.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” I went to shake hands with her.

As I was proceeding towards her, I tripped onto the cushion and fell all over her.

WOW JEON FUCKING IDIOT. YOU TRIED. *SLOW CLAPS *

I was on top of a girl, ashamed and feeling awful af. She smells amazing though. OKAY WHAT-

“I’m so sorry! Oh, my god!” I locked my eyes with her as I apologise. I could almost feel her boobs which wasn’t helping at all. But I had to compose myself up. It was 10 seconds later, before I could get up off her and leave back to Korea. I felt my stomach rumble. She covers her face up and giggles in second-hand embarrassment.

SHE WILL DEFINITLY THINK IM A CREEPY DESPERATE PERVERT. FML

Y/N’s POV

“Jungkook” he is. And he is literally on top of my soul right now. Jesus fucking Christ, I could see his muscular arms and those clavicles and that slaying jaw line and that fucking face of his-

DID HE FALL ON ME, OR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, BUT NOT GONNA LIE, I WAS LOVING EVERY BIT OF IT. JESUS, Y/N STOP IT ALREADY. HE IS YOUR ROOMMATE AND GET USED TO HIS PRESENCE NOW. ALTHOUGH ITS JUST BEEN LIKE 2 HOURS OF YOUR MEETING.

I had my eyes locked with his but my eyes were silently scanning him through, in those 10 best seconds of my life so far. I was surly heated up a little, but god, HIS STOMACH WAS HUNGRY, SO WAS MINE!

FML.

“Ahem, Jungkook.” I awkwardly spoke.

“Aish.” Typical Korean boy; He gets up off me and fixes his grey t-shirt.

We didn’t speak for like, 5 minutes. We were just sat there, in a dark room with candles and silence.

“Excuse me.” he barely heard him as he quickly left the apartment.

I just laid down on the mattress and had a mild thought on how cute this boy was. He didn’t seem like Jimin at all assuming how they could even be friends at all. I lay on cold mattress contemplating on what had just happened. I turned on some music for distraction and soon after went to pee.

It was 12 am almost and as I got out of the washroom, I noticed a pizza box. As I went near, I saw a little letter kept underneath. I was blank for a moment. I opened the letter and read it,

 ~~~~“Hi. So, I’m sorry about everything. I never planned on getting things so awkward on meeting my roomie for the first time. I hope I didn’t freak you out too much TT TT. 

Since you are my roommate now, have my contact- 0xxx0x00x0. And remind me to give you the keys later :).

p.s. this is my little apology delivery. Please eat well and dress warm for the night, y/n. 

-𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴”~~~   

I clutched my heart and almost stabbed myself with those words in the heart.

CAN THIS MAN BE ANYMORE SEXY?! WELL, I MEAN NICE?! I was just worried for nothing. I was pretty sure he got uncomfortable too. This gesture of his made me feel all warm inside and things were no longer feeling strange from what happened earlier. I hope everything goes well.

“I wonder if he has eaten or not?” I say to myself as I stuff my mouth with the as delicious pizza as himself. Jesus Christ.

I read that letter about 15 times before saving his number in my phone. I kept the letter safe inside my diary and recalled the whole day in words. Soon after I went to sleep peacefully.

*buzzbuzzzbuzzbuzz*

MY FUCKING ALARM WAS BUZZING THE HECK OUT OF MY BRAIN.

-6am-

I saw the balcony glass door was ajar. I rubbed my eyes before focusing on what was going outside.

*SHOOK AF*

IT WAS HIM WORKING OUT.

“Oh mah gerd.” I screamed internally on seeing him wearing a vest, bandana and shorts and flexing those arms as he did the shoulder press exercise.

I went closer to see the proper image and only saw something inevitably hot. How his sweat was dripping down his neck to his chest and god had given me the chance of seeing his dark eyes being really charismatic. asdfghfjgkhlj. If this is what I was going to wake up to every morning, then I ain’t even complaining no more. 

I’M BLESSED.

Without making a sound, I moved away, not letting him know that I was lurking on him. I quickly freshened up and took a shower. I straight up went to the kitchen and thought of returning the favor, I guess. I made us both, toast, omelettes, some pancakes and orange juice. What a typical breakfast though.

“Woah, Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed from behind me.

“You scared me!” I was trying to stay calm there.

He just giggles at the little table all full with food.

“Care to have some?” I offered him a seat which he gladly took.

“Yah, this is great!” his face had the sexiest look besides looking like a child in that moment.

“Thanks. And, thanks also for yesterday.” I told him.

“I think we’re good now?” He asked as he offered me a bite of his pancake. I just nodded and took the bite.

Y/N, THIS IS GOING SMOOTHHHH GIRL.

“Ah~ I’m so full. Thanks again, Y/N! I will go wash up now.” He says before walking towards the washroom. 

After a few seconds of him leaving, I widen my eyes in realization.

“OH FUCK NO.” 

JUNGKOOK’S POV-

This girl is really sweet! She made me breakfast. I think I will survive living with her. It doesn’t seem too bad. But I can’t let her know that I am actually uncomfortable and really intimidated by her presence. And I have major issues with her being a girl JFC. The letter really helped me when I utterly had words to say. No need to worry JK, let’s go and have a shower. Chill man.

OH MAN, HOLY SHIT.

As I entered the bathroom and was about to turn the water on, the sight I got greeted with was Y/N’s “woman stuff” and by that, I mean, serious woman stuff.

Please kill me.

Did I just see a fancy black lacy bra and its matching underwear, owned by my roommate of 12 hours?

Living with a girl was going to get a bit untamed.

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Thanks, y’all for reading. <3 xD PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU LIKED IT OR NAH. TX.

(Part 3: coming soon!)