#is having to live post that they're trying to keep their friend from committing suicide because the friend turned it into a public thing and

[morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy]

I have a migraine 🤪

[fandoomrants]

Ok, so as much as the Hunger Games scare and unnerve me as a concept, I really want to learn so many things about how they played out through the years...

Let's start with the first games ever. I wonder how long they took and what happened, who was the victor ofc, I think that in this exact case, all tributes had more or less equal chances as they didn't know what to expect, but most importantly, how did everyone else die? Did anyone actually kill another tribute, or the arena finished them? Because we already saw what's going on in the 10th games and tbh, yes, there was a group that was ready to kill and all but most of them were just scared and didn't want to kill/hurt. But they got to watch 9 games before that and already had an idea what was to be expected. And also, this arena didn't seem that easy to control as the ones in the 74th and 75th so what happened during the first games?

Then there's the First Quarter Quell. It's been a while since I read the books and I don't remember seeing in the movies but it goes around the fandom that the twist there was people from the districts voted for who goes in? How crazy is that? Tbh, if I have to number the wickedness of these quells, I'd say this is the worst, followed by the victors entering again in the 75th, and then maybe the most... Mild would be the Second where it was double tributes. Because yeah, double the trubutes is awful but... they're all endangered and 23 or 47 lost lives is... when it comes to having large number of victims, somewhat not that crazy. And only victors entering again is also so crazy and twisted, like, look at them, they're all mostly mentally or phisically damged but imagine being chosen not in some large poll with numerous other names in it but because people choose you?! Like, neighbours, people that know you actually looked at you and decided "Yes, they'll be the ones doomed this time." How did this one even go?? I've already discussed this with friends and we were trying to decide if some of the districts chose the ones most likely to win, or just the ones they disliked for one reason or another. But come on, it's crazy. Though, this might be eventually how the idea of Careers appeared. But I also wanna know the victor of these games because just imagine winning games in which people you know put you in? How do you get back and live... Not a normal life but some kind of life and you just know people you interract on a daily basis send you to your death.

And then, of course like most people in this fandom, I want to know more about the games of the victors we've seen. We have some of them discussed and shown in bigger details but still, maybe just a little more information and details about how exactly these games played out wouldn't hurt...

I just said earlier how the Second Quarter Quell was maybe the most okay-ish when it comes to the twist but this doesn't make it less tragic. And we first see Haymitch when he's older and he's... Well, a total wreck, dealing with alcoholism and all of that and you just wonder how this guy even won?! And then we later learn how he won and what led him to become the way he is now but still, it's pretty crazy that he won when there were not 23 but 47 other people. And yes, he "cheated the system" but I don't really think he was the first one. As I've seen people pointing out, so did Lucy Gray and so did Katniss and Peeta. And I believe others also found a way to just... Survive. And as I sae in an earlier post, who was his mentor? I think there wasn't one. And there were surely Careers in these games too. Wasn't the last girl he was left with a Career? So, this guy from District 12 managed to win a game where there were double tributes without a mentor even. And then he just keeps suffering and honestly, I absolutely understand him. Honestly, I think for all he went through, alcoholism is an understandable thing, I probably would have just commited a suicide or sth. And the more I think about it, the more I think the real reason he was punished and had his whole family killed wasn't because he "cheated" but because he was someone who was extremely unlikely to win and yet he did and this is what really made lots of people angry. He wasn't an "interesting" tribute.

And speaking of "interesting", here comes Finnick. Yet another victor who we know most of the details about but still. He's famous for winning sg only 14. Was he a Career? Was he just unfortunate? And his whole story with Annie. Did they know each other before her games? Did they fall before or after that? Was she a Career? I've seen lots of people commenting on it and how she might have been, even though she developed problems after that. Likee, it's one thing to prepare for the games and a whole another to actually be there. Yet this only makes me think that if this was the case, they probably became a thing after the games. I just can't imagine him knowing what it means to be a victor (him, of all people!), and actually supporting her decision to take part.

And on the topic of Careers, I really want to know how this became a thing. I have to admit, I somewhat see the logic of children starting to prepare and train for the worst but I can't fully wrap my mind around the idea of someone volunteering for the games knowing fully well that they have a very big chance of dying. No matter what, there's is only one victor always (with one excpetion but we know how bad this played out in the end) so to enter willingly games where you just know there are others who have trained for? And one of them is also from your district and you've most likely trained together?? What's going onn?

And how some of the tributes would form packs. I actually want to see how games like this one played out. Haymitch and the girl from 12 (I know her name but I won't spell it right) broke theirs because they didn't want to kill each other in the end but there surely must have been games where this was the case in the end. A group of people who had been hunting down the others together would have been the only survivors in the end and they must have had to kill each other eventually. How do you even kill someone who was your ally and you had each others' backs until this moment??

And I also wonder how many people had won similarly to how Foxface got close to winning. By just avoiding the others and survivng. And were they punished for it later too?

Also, when and how did the victors become public and famous figures? We saw Lucy Gray after her games back in 12, continuing her life almost as before (though we see this through Snow's eyes so I don't claim she didn't have a hard time, it's just that she was left unbothered, mostly). Then, the 11th Games is when the Victor's Village first became a thing. And the tours? Everything else? The way the victors would be used by the Capitol for the rest of their lives? When did this become a thing? I can't help but think this must be just another form of punishment that was implemented there. They survive yet they suffer for it in other ways.

I just really need answers and these are only some things on top of my head now, I might add to the list later...

If anyone is interested in indulging and discussing these or something else, feel free to DM me..

[akookminsupporter]

yk i used to have an old frnd who i was very close to. like really. we used to talk all the time even though we live miles away and haven't met in like 7+ years. but we always got along. she had a really wide and kind of a different approach to life than other people which i really found admiring. i learned a lot of things from her and i honestly miss her presence sometimes. we don't talk anymore. time got us. there wasn't any fight or anything, we just gradually drifted apart and that's what hurts the most. why am i telling you this? because you remind me of her sometimes. she was strong, opinionated and never feared stating whatever was on her mind. that's a quality i acquired from her. so yeah... reading your messages (replies to the anons) remind me of her sometimes.

hope u do well in life, get everything u want and keep up with your spirit, rosie. i wish you the best in life and i hope everyone around you shows their love in their own way to you. and it's my request to you too, that if you have something to say to someone, say it. you never know when things might change, nothing is forever even the best of relationships (platonic, familial or romantic) end sometimes and you don't know when a stranger might become your new special person. so please don't ever hesitate to show your love to your loved ones. i've lost people and it won't be a lie if i say i barely have friends right now (i'm not forty years old, sigh. just ended high school) but that's fine i still have a lot more things coming. i could meet new people in college and hopefully form new definitions of friendships and relationships. but yes, from whatever i have seen so far, what i am sure of is that nothing is forever. i talk to everyone and you won't believe me people see me as a "happy go lucky girl" which i always like, because why being sad in front of people and making them feel sad when they can't do anything to help you? (in a good way. but i have this serious issue of bottling things up and that lead to anxiety. bad one) i literally have these thick walls because of how scared i am of forming bonds just for the fear of losing them. sigh. i just told you nothing is forever but i, myself have a hard time accepting that. easier said than done, isn't it? lol anyway a lot of sentimental and philosophical stuff have been said. geez i might cringe later at myself if you post this. nvm, it's so good that i found your blog, found bts, found armys, and found uh idk everything? yeah, life could be depressing but i try to smile it off because why not?

a frnd of mine was saying she's going to kill herself and i swear i've heard that lot more times from different people. two kids (15 year olds) commited suicide in the last two months where i live. and i was crying in the bathroom because idk who might be next. and it scares me yk what if it's me next? or in future months or years later maybe if i can't smile anymore? it's so disturbing, sigh. and i hate when people joke and say 'i'm gonna kill myself' at the slightest discomfort in life. at least once, just for a second i want them to think of thousands of those people who are surviving under constant fear of hurting themselves for real, who are actually struggling to keep themselves alive, to fight back life harder than it comes for them, and those who want someone to help them out of vicious circle of depression, anxiety and other similar problems they're caught in. i don't like people who make mental health issues look 'aesthetic'. hope they grow up to know better soon.

god i need to learn how to shut up. sorry this long. i love your blog, please don't ever shut this down. ilysm, hope you stay healthy and live your best life. also, again i'm sorry if my message is too depressing. i started off only to tell you that you remind me of my (ex) best friend lol.

Hi, anon! How are you?

I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful but I was a bit surprised when I read that you recently finished high school. There is experience in your words, experience that is usually gained over the years, with mistakes and frustrations but also joys. You are wise beyond your years, anon. That was nice to see. Although I keep in mind that at no point did you mention your age, assuming you're a teenager is perhaps a bit bold of me.

I think I've said it all day but thank you for the nice opinion you have of me. Thank you for the way you think of me. Thank you for somehow telling me that my sincerity is perceived by all of you. I'm sorry that you and your former friend have drifted apart. Life is funny like that sometimes. Sometimes people come into our lives to teach us something but not to stay. And in itself, that is also a life lesson.

In part, you remind me of me but unlike you, I have never had such positive thoughts about my future. About other people's? Of course, I have, but not about mine, I guess in that respect I like to preach but I don't apply what I preach.

Thanks for the advice and good wishes. You are a special person anon. Try not to change. Always try not to let life and all its tribulations ruin your way of thinking. Maybe try to be a little more positive about yourself. Trusting someone else people say is a rewarding thing to do, I need to work on that too, maybe we can do it together. I sincerely hope that people come into your life who bring something to you instead of taking something away from you. I hope that people come into your life with whom you can form sincere, honest and lasting relationships. You sound like the kind of friend I would like to have. That I often need to have.

I wish you nothing but the best anon, thank you for your kind words. I promise I won't forget what you said to me.

GRACIAS!!

[wheeeezeboi]

I am a living ghost

When I was a little boy my mom worked as a maid, sometimes for homes, sometimes hotels and offices, and this was during the time when my parents were split up. They're back together now, but that's a different story.

As you may know, maids don't make a lot of money, and childcare is expensive. For at least the summers, sometimes more than that, I would get dragged along to her work. She would sit me down in waiting rooms, sippy closets, staff break rooms, where ever, and tell me "You gotta sit down and shut up because you're not supposed to be here right now. You have to stay put and don't talk to anyone unless they talk to you first. You don't want me to get fired, do you?" Sometimes there would be a tv or magazines in those places, but it was very boring most of the time.

I internalized that it was okay to leave me behind and alone because I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to exist. And the best thing I could do was not draw attention to myself. I got very good over the years at blending into the furniture. I would be left alone or with strangers for hours, so my mom could make money to keep me fed and housed.

Whether or not there was entertainment around, I'd still usually get bored quickly, and would wander off inside my mind. I'd stare at the wall and paint a mural on it in my mind. I'd retrace the route we took from home to the hotel (or wherever) and remember as many details as I could about the surrounding. (I have excellent directional sense.) I had many such games. Sometimes, I didn't even have the energy to imagine, and I would just zoom out from my body and let time pass me, losing sight of my surroundings until my mother came back for me hours later. It felt like I really had became one with the walls, as flat and emotionless as they were. I later learned this was called dissociation.

And later, when I was diagnosed with RRMS, on top of the cerebral palsy I was born with, and it became clear that it would be much simpler and less painful for me to get on disability income rather than get a job, I once again felt this disconnect from the real world, like I was a ghost haunting a cramped corner rather than an active member of society. I was always there, but I didn't really exist until spoken to. Like an Amazon Alexa, but more useless because I could barely help myself let alone anyone else.

The SSDI was enough to get me my own apartment when I was 19 but not to afford much else. I thought I wanted independence from my family because I felt I had to prove I could do something right and be an semi-functional adult, but it was so lonely. I was too disabled to travel very far out of my neighborhood, so I had no friends. I spent what everyone said was supposed to be the best years of my life completely alone in a small apartment, depressed, watching youtube videos on my phone. I tried to commit suicide 4 times, but usually I was to lazy to get beyond the planning stage. Did you know that diphenhydramine is both the active ingredient in OTC sleep aids, and in benadryl. So if you try to kill yourself by taking 20 unisom sleeping pills, you will not die, but you will trip major fucking balls and see demonic horse-spider hybrids and hear disembodied voices alternate between "kill yourself fucking loser" and quoting vines and tv commercials. The lethal dose of dph is closer 2500mg or more.

I watched a lot of ghost hunting/ found footage horror shows. Not just Buzzfeed Unsolved, also Sam and Colby, and explore with Josh, and Loey Lane and slapped ham. (My phone just auto-capitalized those names and it just occurred to me how infrequently I capitalize names in my writing. My thumbs hurt so bad typing this long post, Alhamdulillah for auto correct.) Any way. I found ghost shows to be comforting rather than scary. I like the idea of there being something after death, especially the idea that maybe we get to chose whether we want to stick around or move on. The afterlife as described in my religion never really appealed to me, so maybe I don't even want to move on.

I thought about the ghost sitting around in the same dark musty room for decades with no one to talk to until one day these two goofy dudes show up and it's gotta be the best day of their afterlife. I felt I could relate to that. Most places have more than one ghost I've deduced. So there you have another guy to talk to for all eternity and they can never leave. A built in buddy. And trust me, if I'm stuck haunting a place with other ghosts, even if they are an axe murder, they WILL be my buddy. They will see that you can't resist the K-man for very long. 😁 We're going to have so much fun playing waiting room games and haunting anyone who comes through, maybe we do some kissing. We'll see.

And the best part is, our minds will no longer be tied to our shitty, uncooperative, broken bodies. We will be free.

Anyway, I have irl friends now and I live close to a library. So I don't want to kill myself anymore.

And that's my backstory for why I am the way I am.

[ziracona]

So I'm dying of curiosity and for once Google is giving no easy to understand answers so please, what are Servants actually? The most I can get is that they're spirits of of significant people in history or literature, but like... how do they exist? How are they controlled? Do they just disappear and reappear randomly? All I know about Fate Go is osmosis from your blog and I'd love some context for the art and screenshots you reblog and post, if that's okay. I hope you're having a good day!

Oh totally! I love to gush about anything I’m into.

Also yeah Fate is convoluted as fuck so I’m not surprised it was confusing. It’s...it’s a lot.

So, the world of Fate is like our own except that Mages exist and have organisations (just normal people don’t really know about them), and are a big thing, and magic is real and stuff. And a big part of magic and how it works is that if anyone becomes widely acclaimed, when they die, instead of going to the afterlife, they are enshrined on the throne of heroes. This is kind of a cosmic waiting room—or like being in stasis, a little. From there, they can be summoned by mages as heroic spirits. (Occasionally this happens if enough people believe in a fictional character as well. The world will select someone who lived a life that very closely fits that narrative, and then kind of fuck them up and warp them trying to make them into the character who is supposed to exist. Kind of sucks for them, because it fucks up their identity. Some of them take it better than others).

Mages describe and treat heroic spirits as familiars, but this is gross and grossly unfair. They’re literally just who they used to be, only now way more powerful and simultaneously basically enslaved by whoever summoned them. They can act autonomously, but mages also have a certain number of command seals, which are basically super powerful spells a mage can expend to force a heroic spirit to do what they say without consent, no matter how much they try and resist. Usually mages keep at least one to have the threat and protection of being able to order the spirit to commit suicide if they disobey.

So, when a heroic spirit is made, they become much more powerful—they can move superhumanly fast and are superhumanly strong and tanky, although their specific abilities depend on their class, and how well known and powerful they are/were. (Class is kind of a Rock Paper Scissors, but basically if you were King Arthur, famed user of Excalibur, you’d be a Saber. Your class usually has to do either with your weapon, if you were a warrior, or with whatever you /were/ known for if you were not. Each class has distinct advantages and disadvantages.) You will also have one or more Noble Phantasms, which is basically either the item or deed you are most famous for/your greatest achievement, turned into immense amount of power. A heroic spirit can unleash that ability by invoking the name (or sometimes chant) for their deed or item, but it can only be done however many times they have energy for. So if you’re King Arthur, you’d invoke Excalibur and unleash an increadibly powerful attack from your sword. Billy the Kid invokes Thunderer, his gun, and delivers three powerful shots simultaneously. Florence Nightengale on the other hand has no weapon, but deeds, and she invokes the Nightingale Pledge, which heals allies and cures them of any afflictions, as well as protects from oncoming attacks. Also, it usually reveals to their opponent who they are, which is dangerous, because heroic spirits all also have a deep weakness for however they died. So, if you’re Achilles for example, you really don’t want who you’re fighting to know that. Less famous, but same for my beloved boy Billy the Kid, was shot in the heart by a friend. This would be an easy way to kill him as a heroic spirit (betray and shoot him in the chest). It’s like that for a lot of them.

They usually only show up when summoned by a Mage, usually to be forced to do something they don’t really want to do, but sometimes the world itself summons them if humanity is in danger, to help protect it. They can only stay corporeal if supplied mana/magic from a mage unless the world/the counter force is supplying them, though, so they’re forced to contract with someone if they don’t want to vanish, so if they hate and successfully murder the mage who summons them, they’ll basically be committing suicide too (albeit temporarily. They go back to the throne of heroes and can be resummoned, but it’s still being dead for a while, and death and pain are just as agonising for a heroic spirit as a normal human). They are controlled by command spell if they won’t obey, but sometimes they’d rather die and become too much trouble, or the mage in question isn’t skilled enough to mind control or force or punish them into submission. Ideally, they aren’t so much controlled as made a deal with, since they’re people. Unfortunately, almost everyone who summons them treats them like a weapon and a slave. If they’re treated like people, they tend to act more like them in return—as humans tend to do. Their afterlives really suck, so they’re always very glad and surprised if they get to stay a while with a human who still treats them like a person.

Hope that helps some as a crash course! I’m happy to answer any follow ups. 💪 ^u^ thanks for asking!

[klysanderelias]

so I'm going back to relisten to the twilight mirage season of friends at the table and it's weird because like, the first time I listened through it, it was kind of a slog because it felt like they put forward really interesting scenarios and kind of zagged away from how I thought they should go, or more often, I disagreed ethically and politically with the players/characters in a way that was interesting and engaging but not fun.

Mostly it came down to being absolutely bewildered about some of the choices and priorities of the game, and I have to assume that I missed some key elements of worldbuilding when I first listened (which seems likely, I listen at work where there's a lot of loud machinery AND I sometimes tune out my headphones when there's something more important going on around me) because I just can't understand some of the things that happened.

(spoilers)

Mostly the thing that drives me absolutely bonkers is the way that the New Earth Hegemony is introduced and characterized as aggressively vicious and evil with shades of US imperialism AND 'war on terror'-era sort of narratives re: their footsoldiers, and then the second half of the season all of the NEH npcs just kinda? become allies? and the NEH is treated as a minor problem compared to the Advent coalition, which to me just kinda came up out of nowhere with no real context and seemed like small potatoes comparatively?

Again, I have to assume I missed something, because Austin keeps referring to them in the later half of the season and in the post-season as fascists, and the general consensus of the players is that Advent is irredeemably evil.

It's just wild to me because the opening of the season is basically 'the new earth hegemony has been sending suicide units to attack the divine fleet for hundreds if not thousands of years, slowly killing off the divines, and no one knows why or where they're coming from' and once they meet/capture an NEH soldier, he explicitly confirms two very important things - one, he joined up to go on a suicide mission half a galaxy away to kill people who had never attacked or threatened him or his culture because it would better his and his family's life, and two, the NEH was attacking the divine fleet (again, entirely unprovoked) because it was trying wipe out the divines because it's against their existence ideologically, and to reassimilate the survivors of the fleet.

This gets even MORE wild to me in the back half of the season where the leader of the hegemony shows up in a supermassive battleship with a fuckoff solar beam shooting out of its nose with the explicit purpose of claiming the system, colonizing its worlds, and sucking up the Twilight Mirage (a system-wide cloud of nanoparticles that effectively allow magic to exist in-universe) to use for the NEH's benefit.

I think there's a point in there where they clarify that the NEH isn't taking a sample to reverse engineer, they're literally just sucking the system dry to steal it all for themselves.

And this feels like such a criticism of US imperialism that it's wild to me that the season more or less acts like the NEH isn't really all that bad.

But then again, the season also really kind of kicks off with the last remaining divine of the divine fleet, whose single most important rule was 'never colonize anything', deciding that maybe it's time to colonize something. And as the season progresses, some pretty fucking nuts magic happens and a) the planet they're trying to colonize pulls some shadow jutsu and creates 7 more copies of itself for everyone to live on fight over, and b) the original indigenous inhabitants of the planet are BROUGHT BACK TO FUCKIN' LIFE

And like, the Quire as a species are super fascinating to me, but they're also like the only faction in the second half of the season that has any leg to stand on? And the fact that none of the pcs really commit any time to helping them rubs me the wrong way because it feels like the general consensus of all the factions re: the Quire is just 'tough shit this may be your home planet/solar system but we need it for Reasons'

Just in general a lot of the decisions they made felt weird as hell to me, especially given the general trends of the other seasons, and I don't know if I just like, skipped an entire arc by accident or something?

But yeah it definitely suffers from the general f@tt faction bloat and I think they admitted later on that they started it as a mecha game and very quickly found out they weren't as invested in that style of game as what they eventually transitioned into, but mostly I just found myself mentally shouting at the players every episode because i just couldn't understand what they were thinking

except for grand magnificent, I genuinely think that Art knocked it out of the park with grand mag's characterization and arc, and it was very believable and sympathetic for me, even as shitty as grand mag as a person was.

[conner-grace]

The Detective and his Little Assistant (part 2)

(Part Index)

Chapter 2: The Investigation Begins

Monday, June 13th

*Akechi's P.O.V.*

As I got to my platform looking for Kaito-kun, I saw someone I wasn't expecting to, the boy from the interview.

"Fancy seeing you here." I smile, slipping into my Detective Prince act, catching his attention. "I didn't think we used the same station. Meeting here must be fate." I continued, joking slightly, before hearing the sound of running footsteps closing in behind me, I had a good idea who it was.

"Gor-Oh, uh, hi, Akechi-senpai." Kaito-kun smiles, though now looking to the ground.

"This is Sasaki Kaito-kun, my underclassmen by year and a friend." I smile in explanation, knowing it'd be near a miracle to get Kaito-kun to talk to someone upon first meeting them.

"Kurusu Akira." The boy answers with a smile.

Kaito's head lifts slightly, 'so he did watch the interview' I think, knowing my friend recognized the boy's voice 'seriously, it takes him a month to remember a name, but two sentences in an interview to be able to recognize a voice' I think, stifling a chuckle.

"Anyway, how are you?" I ask Akira

"Not bad." Akira responds

"That's a good answer." I smile. "...I've been getting interviewed a lot lately, so I've been wondering how to answer such questions...I guess it's best to simply be yourself and say what you think. You've given me much to consider." I smile, wanting to speak more to the interesting boy before hearing something like a stifled snicker from the younger student next to me. Resisting the urge to snap a snarky comment at my underclassmen, I turn my attention back to Akira. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I speak with you again sometime?" I ask, Akira nods, and with that, we get on our trains.

*Kaito's P.O.V*

Akechi and I found seats on the train and sat down.

"So you watched the interview?" Akechi-senpai asks

"Of course I did." I smile, thinking 'you were in it'

"You're quite odd, it takes you a month to remember a name, 5 minutes to be able to recognize a face, and two sentences in an interview for a voice." He chuckles. "Also, mind telling me what that little snicker was for?" He asks, a playful scolding lacing his tone.

"Oh, like I'm the only odd one, you got one sentence out of the boy and it seemed to inspire how you did some stuff for interviews or was it also what he said in the interview a couple days ago?" I smirk, raising a brow and crossing my arms

"I guess you have a point when you put it that way." The young detective chuckles. "Though, speaking of the interview, I'm curious, what's your opinion on the Phantom Thieves?" He asks, making me freeze a little, before looking to my lap, thinking of how to word my answer, not knowing if he'd like it.

"If they are real, they seem to be going after only criminals the police don't have the intel, or possibly resources to go after themselves so far." I answer, looking at my lap.

"But, if they can change hearts, by force no less, isn't there a possibility they could've made the supposed criminal fabricate these crimes?" Akechi-senpai asks, looking at it from multiple angles, as any good detective would.

"I thought about that too." I say, looking to him. "It takes some digging, but there's been rumors going back years, from shortly after one of Madarame's pupils committed suicide and shortly after the first time someone under Kamoshida's teaching ended up in the hospital." I explain, causing Akechi-senpai to sit back in his seat, holding his chin in his hand.

He sighs annoyedly, staying quiet with a faintly annoyed expression. "You do have a point, you could be right." He admits, albeit, seemingly reluctantly.

"Though, we still need to know their methods, not only to see if they’re violent or illegal but also to see if they're usable in the medical world too." I admit, though also putting in another possible outcome. "If you can truly use it to change people's hearts, maybe it can be used to help treat mental disorders, like PTSD, bipolar disorders, depression, and so much more, it might be able to be used to help these people lead normal lives." I smile hopefully, before looking down, remembering one person in particular, 'maybe, just maybe, it could even help Fu-chan'

*Akechi's P.O.V.*

'How do I keep forgetting how thorough that boy is when his goal is to help or he's trying to point something out?' I think as I sigh annoyedly, as much as I didn't want to admit it, Kaito-kun had a point, and at least he wasn’t condescending like the the adults or anymore shy around me than anyone else. "You do have a point, you could be right." I admit after a couple moments.

"Though, we still need to know their methods, not only to see if they’re violent or illegal but also to see if they're usable in the medical world too." He admits, though that last bit sparking my curiosity, looking to him, watching a smile grow on his face as he continued. "If you can truly use it to change people's hearts, maybe it can be used to help treat mental disorders, like PTSD, bipolar disorders, depression, and so much more, it might be able to be used to help these people lead normal lives." Once Kaito-kun finished, he had a smile even I rarely saw, so bright and kind it could bring warmth and light to a room suffering a black in a blizzard.

"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that before, though we'd still need to learn their methods before that possibility." I admit, looking down, my hand going to my chin, before looking back to him, and noticing he was looking down and his smile faltered slightly 'wait, is there someone in specific he-' my thought was cut off as Kaito-kun quickly stood up.

"Well, we're at our stop, let's go before we're late." He smiles.

I stand up and head out, Kaito-kun following close behind, though realizing with a bitten back chuckle ‘of course he’d think about helping other people first, even if he had someone specific, not using a power like that for his own gain’.

***

I was currently finishing up a worksheet in class, and it took every ounce of self-control not to go and confront her. The bully, Yuno Takeya, was three seats behind me, and to make it that much more frustrating, I knew she was a rather big fan of mine. She'd been one of the first to teach me how to tune out loud and annoying fans when I needed to do anything more important. I heard the leather of my glove strain as my hand curled into fist thinking of her targets, due to her manipulativeness and probable jealousy, Kaito-kun was definitely a main target, due to his timidness and connection to me. As much as I wanted to drag her into an empty room and interrogate her till she told the truth, I needed to handle this far more tactfully 'and legally' than that 'I could go after her-no!' Kiato would never forgive himself once that was finished since he put in a request. An irritated sigh left my lips as I finished the worksheet, trying to figure out how to go about this before the perpetrator in question perked up.

"Um, does someone have a pencil I can borrow?" She spoke up, sounding embarrassed.

A small smirk pulled at my lips as I was sure there was a bit of a sly glint in my eye as I pulled a pen out of my pocket, pushing down on the clip, changing my face to that practiced smile as I heard a faint click. "I don't have a pencil, but I do have this, Takeya-chan." I smile, getting up and heading back to her.

"It'll do perfectly Akechi-kun, thank you." She smiled, taking the pen.

"Please be a little careful with it, it was a gift." I smile, 'though if it weren't for the fact I need evidence, I'd never let you touch it' I think, somehow managing to keep to smile. It'd been a gift from Kaito-kun for my last birthday, a voice recording pen, you could turn it on simply by pushing down on the clip, and of course, it wrote like a normal pen too.

"Of course, and thank you again, Akechi-kun." She smiles sweetly.

"No problem, and you can return it at the end of our last class today, okay?" I smile back, surprised no could could see through the plastic fakeness of it.

"Mhmm." She nods with a smile.

At that moment the bell rang, signaling for us to go to lunch, I quickly turned to give my work to the teacher and head out, wanting to be out of that wretch’s presence.

"That's all for today, turn in your work and don't forget you're homework is due Wednesday." The teacher announces.

I head out with a smirk, even though I'd probably want to wash the pen after I got it back, but I should definitely get some solid evidence.

 *Kaitos P.O.V.*

I was waiting in the lunchroom, waiting for Akechi-senpai. Noticing Takeya-senpai coming in, I look down at the table, though happy knowing Akechi-senpai wouldn't be far behind.

"How many times have I told you not to wait for me to start eating?" I hear Akechi-senpai above me, making me jump slightly, before looking up to see him standing over me, a faintly scolding look in his eyes.

"But, I like eating with Ake- Goro-senpai, and I wasn't even waiting ten minutes." I smile sheepishly, he sighs and its next to me.

"So you're finally remembering you can call me by my first name?" He smirks, the scolding look in his eye fading as he sat next to me.

"Trying at least, and it seems you've got something for a case?" I smirk in response, recognizing that sly-but-happy glint in his eyes.