#mostly like calling tokyo university to-oh but that's about it

[namenoted]

❝ well, here we are, ❞ he says, looking at the spread of books between them. ❝ man, where do we even begin? i guess ... at the beginning, right? ❞

he's putting it on heavy today. while there is nothing necessarily ominous about yagami, no shadow over his shoulder here (not in this world!), there is an air about him. he is a proper, well-put-together boy, and he is oddly helpful, well-mannered, and bred for success. the ultimate academic, an almost teen detective, and japan's top student —— and yet, here he is, sitting in his livingroom cross-legged with his hands on his knees, leaning back to stretch out his ribs against the lining of the couch's base frame and cushions. the tonkatsu he's pulled out is clearly expensive, and despite its use, has been well taken care of.

the general decor is a relative mix of traditional and western —— a nice house —— and yagami is obviously playing comfortable. maybe he really is? still, with company, it's best to keep up appearances. he can't be too comfortable. this person isn't keitaro*.

❝ hey, do you want something to drink before we get started? ❞ their introductory tea is empty, the small pot sitting near their discarded cups and saucers. ❝ water, soda? we also have chips if you want a snack. now that i think about it, i think i need a little 'brain food'. ❞ — @kuroyrii

[sea-of-dust]

Can you please do the sees girls being on their period and their male s/o trying to help them and comfort them but he has barely any clue what do do?

S.E.E.S girls x M! Reader

Imagine being on your period and your boyfriends in shambles

N: what if I looked you right in the eyes and told u I've been listening to tricot so much it's beaten Raise A Sulien on my spotify board. LISTEN TO TOKYO VAMPIRE HOTEL RAAAAA

Warnings: Mentions of blood/bleeding,

Nothing can go wrong! One cramp it's over. Totally wiped, Terror shock, smackdown, crit hit she's down. She's gonna turn into Minato real quick

"Urrgghhhhhhh" "you alright" "Nooooo" she whines arching her back "can you try sitting down somewhere" "there's no seats" "you can lean on me then" solver of all problems despite being the most confused man on earth y/n!! The one person from keeping her from stealing Minatos eyebags and overall tiredness

You'd try to take her to the mail to cheer her up, mention karaoke opening up and she's able to run over in milisecounds. "I heard your call" "did you here this a discount because of the anniversary" she'd get so excited she ran to the wrong direction

You'd also buy her gifts during this time, specially the jack bro claw machine gifts and new music that comes out

You pamper her so much she'd tease you on it. "My humble servent!" "Yes?" "Bring me thy homework! Filled with thy answers" "we can do it together" "what a great suggestion" there would be times she'd ask for piggy back rides in public aswell and people would catch you zomming around with her on your back shounting like she were on a roller coaster

She'd get a bit bratty, apologizing for it later. "It's so embrassing I'm sorry you put up with it" "it's fine don't worry about it" she growns knowing she's probably going to act similarly next time.

You'd hear her express more often than she usually does, which is terrifying, she groan alot, huff, squint more, yea just don't get her frustrated or catch her after the average conversation with jinpei. "HES JUST SO UGGHHH" "I'm sure he didn't mean it" "he won't shut up he's so lucky you're here" you already imagine her arguing with him and him responding with "holy yapington!"

The type to hide under the blanket and poke out if you bring snacks. "I brought you snacks yukari" you place them on the mattress and watch them being taken in secounds "...oh that was...somethin" don't let your intrusive thoughts win though, once you put your hand there you're being dragged under with her near instantly.

She'd trip a bit more often. Would lean on you alot if she's fallen alot that day. "Sorry just a bit dizzy" "don't worry about it, not like the floor isn't used to it by now" her face changes to a disapointed frown, you apologize near instantly

She'd hit you with the classic. "Hey, would you give me the whole world if you could?" You pause knowing the trick question. You try to withhold your sweat as you hold her hand. "Not just this world but the whole universe." "y/n..." she smiles, embracing you. "You're so sweet" now just avoiding every question like this or answer with the most crazy thing and she won't hit you with a "so other planets belong to other women?" These are mostly jokes tho but she'll act like she holds a grudge

Won't let it show until it has a kick to it (enough to have someone start leaning on stuff) she believes she can handle it as usual but this one...eh not so much, of course you wouldn't know much either until she straight up told you she felt weak

So when you convince her to take the day off you get everything for her from class. "Even though she was on her period she mustn't slack" was probably what she would say, she'd try to attend school but if she couldnt you'd be the first person she told

She gets you to do her daily activities for her and honestly props to you. You'd attended student council in her place, ask her classmates for notes, stop by a market or two if she asked. "I'm sorry if I'm bombarding you with these tasks" "it's fine.." you'd probably wonder why you got so used to writing in two notebooks a little too quickly

She would go to tartarus in this and just be like "I got it" she indeed did not have it. She'd come back to the dorm totally wiped but she'd try to keep the "I'm fine" act going and then as soon as she gets in bed she's knocked out. She doesn't even tie up her hair which is where you come in, the routine saver!! "I can't thank you enough" "don't worry at all about it"

She'd also get pretty clingy on her period, you're casually seeing her vulnerable you're not going to leave just yet. "Don't go" "?" She looks blankly at the foot of her bed, you sit down with her "how long would you like me to stay" "...." her cheeks turn a bit pink "until I feel better" getting to see her flustered gets your mouth to tease into a smile. "I can do that" she'd definitely think about it when her periods over and just regret every action, yet wouldn't mind asking you every once in a while

You gotta have that dawg in you to date fuuka/ref and a bit of inferrance skill

She would try to not let it show as it would drag others down but she can't really hide it well around you. "Here" you hand her a pad "I thought it hid it well this time" she pounts a bit disapointed "you can't really hide how you get a bit paler when this happens, do you want me to make something" "you don't have to..." "I'll make you that thing youve been wanting me to try" she narrows her eyes "tough offer"

If she did go to school with you, Yukari would comment on how low on energy Fuuka seemed to be. "She looks kinda down" "yea I've been trying to cheer her up a bit but nothings really working" Yukari narrows her eyes at you "you didn't happen to upset her did you" you scratch your head "no she's just on her period maybe sweets or something" She'd be so embrassed if you brought up the time she thought you upset Fuuka, and then see you come in with those Japanese gummy foods to make with her.

You try to tuck her in and make sure she has as much rest as possible, she might resist because of s.e.e.s but you being blissfully unaware just say "im sure they'll understand you can't go today, they're just a club" she would toss and turn thinking of shadows ending up with asking you to stay with her because she couldn't sleep

Unrested Fuuka and she's on her period? You don't need just the dawg you need god. "I feel like I'm letting everyone down.." "they know you need to rest Fuuka it's alright" she grips at your shoulders. "Yea but I still feel horrible for it" "Fuuka how about this I'll bring you notes and your homework and we can do it together" she sighs "then I'll drag you down!" She tears up, noticing this you hug her. "Fuuka, we're in the same class if anything I'm just being a mail man, you won't drag anyone down if you're willing enough to keep up so you don't have to ask many questions when you get back" she lossens her grip on you looking up to see your face "really?" "Really"

Im...you think her blood streams oil? She'd probably compare a period to a malfunction or just feeling aggressively glum for a week

"Y/n I don't know why but I feel so fatigued" "did anything happen?" "No, not that I'm aware of" "must be your version of a period" you shrug your shoulders not even sure if that's even right. "I'll see what I can do" you had no dang clue so you just decided to tuck her in bringing a stuffed animal just incase

She'd law down super awkwardly just full on still. "Do you think my limbs will get caught in this blanket?" "Should I replace it?" "No it's quite comfortable"

She'd also get a bit clumsy, which is horrible when tests come along. "I seem to have put the wrong choice despite knowing the correct answer" "that happens to all of us" you sigh reminding yourself of all the times you put the wrong answer to find out later the correct one. So asking to study is critical even if she still dosent know the material she has spirit!

She would come to school, this doesn't stop her from staring down at you as soon as class was over, just scarier. "You gotta stop doing that" you shiver after the 9th jumpsca re this year alone. "I'd like to take you to your next class" "thank you Aigis please don't do this to wake me up" "I think it would be effective" "effective in giving me nightmares" thank god those jumpscares only happen for a few days

[yuesya]

You know... I was just joking when I said everyone is after Shiki's body.

I didn't think that statement would ever become something so cursed (pun not intended). Not only do centuries old entities want to get inside her (pun intended), but apparently so do young aspiring clan heads like Naoya and the Kamo reject. I suppose the only saving grace here is that Gojo Satoru has taken to the trope of the overprotective big brother a little too well.

On a brighter note (so many puns), it was nice to see Shiki channeling her inner Hinokami Kagura for the Obon ceremony. Does this mean we'll see her performing consecutive Black Flashes in the shape of a dragon head? I think we should call it the "Black Halo Dragon Head Dance."

;)

Although on a more serious note I can easily imagine how this ceremony might factor into Shiki's development as sorcerer. From Satoru's explanation Jujutsu is mostly an instinctive art, there are few things that sorcerer's techniques have in common other than universal techniques like the aforementioned Black Flash.

Thus, it stands to reason that performing a ceremony which honors the dead will have a profound impact on Shiki's own technique, which revolves around death. Perhaps setting her up for her eventual Domain Expansion?

Haha Shiki is rather popular, isn’t she? (Whistles)

It is indeed a very lucky thing that she has Gojo Satoru on her side watching out for her. Makes you wonder what would happen if he was taken out of the picture, right? :D

I actually wasn’t thinking about Hinokami Kagura at all when I was writing the scene (more JJK0 than anything, really) but in retrospect it’s actually?? Kinda fitting I guess? I already have an idea in mind for Shiki’s Black Flash! Nothing to do with dancing, unfortunately. Assuming I don’t change my mind on it, we should be seeing Shiki use Black Flash before she officially enrolls as a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

And now I want to write a Demon Slayer AU again, oh no…

Canonically we know that jujutsu is, like, 80% innate talent? People can use simple shikigami and barriers, which seem pretty universal, but cursed techniques are something else entirely. I don’t recall if we’ve seen simple shikigami in the manga, but the paper dolls in zenith of stars would be an example of that haha.

But anyways, Shiki’s cursed technique! Aligns very nicely with the ritual and the dancing, hence the ‘unique phenomenon’ that occurred during the okuribi. The light show and her realizations during it do relate to her cursed technique (and thereby her domain expansion), but there’s still a ways to go before we get everything clearly spelled out and I’m definitely looking forward to writing that. :)

[lightfulonion]

thank you @skijjiki for tagging me!!!! i love these types of tagging games so much!!

last song: Tokyo Calling by ATARASHII GAKKO! (pls watch the music video. its so good 😭) im kind of, sort of, obsessed with this and i have been listening to it non-stop like my life depends on it. anyway

fav color: hmm im really feeling brown right now (wow! that sounds awful! im not changing my answer tho. brown rules.)

currently reading: im able to read only fanfics at the moment because anything that involves a book and new characters feels like too much work for me for some reason and also like im cheating at my classes in university. both of these suck big butt and i hate being like this but it's true. anyway please read a million times along the way by starsqwub. its a bokuaka fic, it hasnt updated since 2022 and it made me cry every chapter. its about love, its about friends, its about being a weird person in a normal world and, more importantly, its about bokuto and akaashi. oh! also manga like chainsaw man and toilet bound hanako-kun!! and some webcomics as well too.

currently watching: the wall mostly but also dungeon meshi! and ive been trying to be up-to-date with the one piece anime!!

spicy/savory/sweet: sweet <3

relationship status: i was reading a bokuaka fic and i was crying. take a wild guess.

current obsessions: listening to Tokyo Calling and ATARASHII GAKKO! apparently and im starting to feel like reading the ending of Haikyuu!! which is probably a bad thing?? (im scared. i really dont want it to end :'((( )

tagging: @livingonyoghurtandspite, @horson, @clementinethekitten, @pierogish, @alcieside, @mars-matrix, @peachybeesplease, @mangatxt.

[faydingrain]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Got tagged again by @caelumsnuff! Thank you for the taggeroony toony~

I've never spoken to them before, but I see them around a lot and happen to know they have a tumblr, so I tag @aroseandacross if you want to do this! And anyone else that stumbles across it, I tag you too! :p

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

37...oh wow

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

147,476?! Good night!

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Redacted Audio, Owari no Seraph, Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle, Funamusea Universe, Hollow_ VA, Tokyo Ghoul, and D.Gray-Man by technicality though that oneshot isn't done or posted yet, lol. The ones I write for on the regular honestly vary depending on my mood and current devotion to the series, including the possible spite I feel towards that series, lmao. There are way more brief fic sparks I get for other series, but just never get the inspiration to go through with and end up forgetting.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5: A Quiet, Peaceful Night 4: Vice Versa 3: A Little Help from P[izza]-chan (which literally rose to my top 3 practically overnight because the Guy fans escaped containment I guess, lmfao) 2: Branch, Like a Tree 1: Yours in Eternity, My Dearest All for Redacted Audio

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love giving love back to the love I recieve! Admittedly though, the only comments I haven't responded to seemed more like musing aloud, and I genuinely wasn't sure how to respond, lol. Now I feel like it's too late, so I feel awkward trying to respond now, but I feel bad not doing so all the same....

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Inversion: Another Story considering all the death and bad things it leaves off on, lol.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To Date a Vampire, though it's more like...reader-self-insert-y I guess? But is basically pure fluff, lol.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! I expected to get more hate for how many OC and OC/Canon fics I write, but my fics don't tend to garner much attention over all anyways I think, so it can't reach the loud haters, lol.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope!! I hate writing smut, I don't like reading smut that much either. I'm a fade-to-black type writer. The closest thing I'll get to writing smut is maybe writing brief instances of the off-screen smut, and there'll be a graphic sexual assault scene later in EIC (y'know, for the therapeutic aspect).

10 - Do you write crossovers?

...Technically? Lmfao. Though unfinished, Our Solemn Hour is a crossover with Tsubasa and X/1999, with many of the X characters appearing in it mostly as cameos. Embers of an Iridescent Cage is maybe a crossover between stories? Though, Decem: Anges et Demons does exist now. Burning Wings is a crossover-ish with characters from Tsubasa in a setting inspired by The Last of Us, though I didn't crosstag it in the latter fandom since the only similarity is literally just the setting. And that's all.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I better fucking not. (No one wants my trash lmfao.)

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would actually be incredible if it happened.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I am a selfish, haughty bastard and I need full reign over my stories, lmfao. Unless the other person was a similar writer with very similar ideas to me, it would never work. (Plus...I write about my FCs so often, so, lol. I personally find it very difficult to write stories about characters that aren't my own, hence the large volume of OC fic.)

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

That's a great question. (It honestly varies depending on my mood. Mostly OC/Canon ships probably. I do still adore SuzuFeri.)

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Don't make me call myself out like this-

16 - What are your writing strengths?

Hell, I don't know...I've been told I'm humorous

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

I've been told I'm bad at making characters not suffer, lmfaooo

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean, if you know the language or do your research, go for it! Maybe add a footnote mentioning what was said for non-speakers if it wasn't brought up in the fic? (I don't personally ever plan for this myself for fics, but it is a small thing I plan on doing research for in my novel series, and I feel the same about original work too.)

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY SO, I think my actual first fanfic ever was a Kingdom Hearts fanfic, but the first one I posted on ao3 was for Owari no Seraph.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

Probably Yours in Eternity, My Dearest!! I'm not saying Kalila is totally 100% a self-insert, but I mayyyy or may not have written that series just because I want to feel like Will was writing fancy love letters to me 💕

[bandhyukoh]

[Hypebeast] Essentials: Oh Hyuk

Disclaimer: This interview belongs to Hypebeast. November 26, 2022. By Yonghwan Choi. (Original Korean version)

For our latest installment of Essentials, Hypebeast Korea speaks with South Korean multi-hyphenate artist Oh Hyuk. As the leader, singer, and guitarist of the indie band HYUKOH, he has had a tremendous impact both locally and globally through cross-boundary collaborations with various artists and individual projects. Oh Hyuk is also a member of 다다DADA多多, a creative collective and label that has been developing a variety of playful collaborations across apparel and F&B. Inaugurated into HB100 back in 2017 as an individual artist, he appears in Hypebeast 100 once again this year as a member of 다다DADA多多.

Behind Oh Hyuk’s multifaceted career is an intriguing personal history. He was born in Korea and grew up in China where he graduated from an international school, making him trilingual in Korean, Chinese and English. He then entered the Department of Arts at Hongik University, the most prestigious school for arts in South Korea while working retail at Vans.

Oh Hyuk decided to become a singer at an early age but his parents were against his dream. In an effort to convince them, he auditioned for the most prominent music agencies in South Korea and got accepted by them all, but ultimately declined them all due to creative differences — going on to form his own band. Having shown a keen sense of fashion in many different ways, he eventually captured the attention of the iconic designer, Virgil Abloh, leading to a number of collaborations.

Join us below as the 29-year-old multi-hyphenate runs us through his picks including special collaborations, personal collectibles, and musical equipment. Items such as shoes signed by Abloh and custom Matthias amplifiers show Oh Hyuk as an individual and reflect his experiences as the frontman of HYUKOH and a member of 다다DADA多多.

Maison Martin Margiela “0,10” Artisanal Military Field Jacket Tanker

This is my favorite jacket. It’s an artisanal Maison Martin Margiela piece from the early 2000s based on military field jackets. I bought it about 5 or 6 years ago at a famous Japanese vintage clothing shop called LAILA TOKIO. I carry the jacket with me whenever I travel and I’ve worn it so much that one of the four signature stitches under the neckline on the back has worn out, but I like it as it is now.

Shin Murayama x HYUKOH Face Mask

This is the work of Shin Murayama, a Tokyo-born mask designer based in New York who has collaborated with many famous artists such as A$AP Rocky and Kendrick Lamar. We worked together several times, and this mask is the first one we made together. Knowing that I like Polo, he reconstructed a Polo vintage cap into a signature mask. There are four versions for each member of HYUKOH. The design is very unique so I mostly wear it for performances or photo shoots. We worked with him again later on the outfits for through love in which Shin Murayama, Virgil Abloh, and HYUKOH worked together.

Off-White Out of Office Sneakers Signed by Virgil Abloh

The first time I met Virgil was at Coachella in 2019. I was introduced to him at the site and he contacted me later. From then on, we started working on several projects together. I remember when our EP was released, he shouted us out. We made music for the Louis Vuitton SS21 show in Shanghai and he made the costumes for our online world tour. Each project was released at a different time, but they were carried out almost simultaneously. He also gave me special gifts, and this is one of them. I heard the news of his passing while we were working on so many things together, so I was incredibly shocked and upset of the news.

Apple AirPods Max, AirPods Pro, Teenage Engineering M–1 Headphones

I usually use AirPods Max, AirPods Pro, and Teenage Engineering‘s M-1 Personal Monitor Headphones to test and monitor my music in various conditions. With popular noise-canceling headphones and earphones, I can check my music from the perspective of ordinary listeners. With headphones from a completely different style, I’m able to check the overall volume. It all becomes a reference when adjusting the sound. The AirPods Max in particular was a gift from former Apple designer Eugene Whang, a Korean American industrial designer who played a key role in designing the AirPods Max.

Teenage Engineering Silver TX-6 Field Mixer, Cables

This little mixer is another Teenage Engineering device I use. I purchased it because I was trying to make my work environment more simple and partially because it looked so cute. Considering the size, the spec is quite impressive. You can use it as an audio interface for recordings, and every function from faders, effects to EQs is available. It also supports up to 6 channels of stereo and 12 channels of mono. It hasn’t been that long since I bought it,  so I’m still studying how to use it well. I also always bring a Porter bag full of cables because I often work outside. All the cables are Teenage Engineering products too.

Apple iPad Pro

I carry an iPad instead of a laptop as a way of simplifying my work environment these days. Since the introduction of the M1 processor, the iPad is enough for most of my music works. I can do MIDI work without difficulty and even sample-based work is more intuitive and easier because it’s touch-based. I mainly use three programs: Cubase, Pro Tools, and Ableton.

Tom Sachs MacBook Bag

As I do design work at 다다DADA多多, I study a lot about fabrics and materials. While researching, I discovered a fabric called Dyneema which is flame-retardant, waterproof and used for ballistic armor and fishing line. Soon I found a bag made of Dyneema on the Tom Sachs website and purchased it. These days I only bring my iPad, mixer, and headphones, and they all fit compactly in this one bag, so I carry it around often.

Busan International Film Festival ID Card

I served as a music director for a feature film titled The Dream Songs this year. DQM, who was the cinematographer and a friend of mine, introduced me to the director. As this was my first music directing experience, I had great fun and excitement. Since I am a fan of Johnny Greenwood, a guitarist of Radiohead and film music composer and have always been a film lover, I used to think ‘this kind of music could be good in this scene’ while watching movies. I was quite proud that I could make scores for the first time and was invited to the Busan International Film Festival as a music director. I want to do it more in the future.

Sacred Card Holder, CLAUSTRUM Ashtray

It may be difficult to identify at first glance, but these are a card wallet and an ashtray. I bought the ashtray from a shop called Eliminator in Daikanyama, Tokyo. I first visited there about six years ago. The owner is so cool and her items are unique, so we talked a lot and got to know each other. Since then, it has become a regular place I visit whenever I go to Japan. The first thing I purchased there was the ashtray.

This compact metal wallet is from a brand called Sacred, which mainly makes utility items. The first time I saw it was at Kyobo Bookstore, Korea’s largest bookstore chain, and I decided to purchase it because I thought it would be great to pair it together with the ashtray which features a similar design.

Dunlop Picks, Self-made Pick Holder

The metal pick holder was made by me and a close friend of mine 10 years ago while I was a college student. I was going to buy a pick holder at the time, but the available ones were all made from plastic and I didn’t like them. I wanted a weightier metal case that fits in my hand. My close friend was majoring in sculpture, so I designed it and asked him to make it. A lump of iron was added to make it heavier. It works like a magazine. When you remove a pick from it, a new one comes up from the bottom. I use Dunlop picks — usually a 0.73mm thick pick for acoustic guitars and 1mm ones for electric guitars.

Kaweco AL Sport Fountain Pen, D’heygere Pen Charm

The pen on the left is made from metal similar to my pick holder. It’s easy to carry and I like its weight and size. The other pen on the right is a keychain made by replacing the cap of a BIC pen with a metal one. It’s made by D’heygere, a Paris based accessories brand that 다다DADA多多 collaborated with. They make unusual and fun accessories I like.

D’heygere x 다다DADA多多 Fortune Ear Cuff, Rice Necklace

These are jewelry pieces made by 다다DADA多多 and D’heygere. I think it was a good collaboration that wittily reflects Asian elements. The ear cuff is made of jade, and after the D’heygere collaboration, we made several more collaborative items with the theme of the stone, such as BE@RBRICKs and skateboards. The necklace on the other hand, is made with rice grain-shaped pearls. I find the combination of these two themes fun.

Mexican Opal Ring

The Mexican opal in the middle of the ring has a story. I fell in love with opals when I saw a picture of a large Mexican opal a few years ago, so I went around the jewelry stores and got my hands on a rough stone. I entrusted it to an acquaintance for processing, but soon forgot about it as I got busy with world tours. After 3 years, I suddenly remembered and went to look for it. They gave me another opal with a similar design, saying they couldn’t find the one I had entrusted and the opal then was commissioned to a friend who completed the current ring. It’s a ring that I’m especially attached to because of the bizarre process.

Leatherman Raptor Shears, Knipex Pliers Wrench XS

I really like tools. The one on the left is Leatherman‘s emergency scissors I recently bought. These are for paramedics who need to cut patient’s clothes or objects in case of an emergency. I haven’t been put in that situation, but I wanted to have it because the build quality was so good. The one on the right is a wrench from a German tool brand called Knipex. It’s small in size, so I usually carry it around and use it when changing guitar strings.

Custom Matthias Headphone Amp

Since we frequently record at different locations overseas, the monitoring conditions are often different each time. One time we recorded a song at the Funkhaus, which is Nils Frahm’s analog studio in Berlin, Germany. There, I found a headphone amp custom-made by Matthias. We experienced the performance of the amp and liked it so much that we asked Matthias, the producer of it, to make one for us.

We like vintage German music equipment a lot such as Neumann instruments from the pre-unification era and Matthias is an amazing analog gear engineer. He knows how to handle all of them and even restore them in detail. He also can custom-make analog equipment to our specifications. For the amp, we chose the material of the casing, the gold color panel, and the knob designs, and we also requested the numbers to be engraved in Chinese characters. Additionally, the port configuration for the amp is optimized for all four of our members to listen in at the same time.

[altergold93]

Tokyo

Where do I start with him. I wanted an OC post so here we are. Call it cringe but I love it.

Background

Tokyo is a Namekian who, due to a calamity on Namek was sent off planet to Yardrat. Master Pibara took Tokyo in, as one of his own. On Yardrat Tokyo learned core principles of pacifism, Spirit Control, and tranquility. He believed everything could be talked out, and nobody truthfully needed to fight. Tokyo focused on honing his strength to one day be able to protect those who needed protection.

He lived on Yardrat for about 23 years until he heard about the Saiyan who helped his kind on Namek. Wanting to meet the man he plans to travel to Earth. Tokyo grabs an old spaceship and heads out! Little did he know, the man who he had desired to meet had landed on Yardrat only a day after he left.

Those pacifistic beliefs changed as he explored the universe. He learned that not everything could be talked out, that sometimes fighting was necessary. But Tokyo himself could never deal a killing blow. He would let his opponent go. Even if he knew they couldn't change, he couldn't bare the thought of killing someone, snuffing out a life.

That's the basic background of Tokyo, he's on a quest to go to earth to see the man who saved his people. But along the way he meets a variety of good and bad dwellers of Universe 7.

Moveset

Based on Tokyo's belief that nothing should be harmed, on Planet Yardrat Tokyo mostly trained non-aggressive techniques. Here is what he learned on Planet Yardrat!

Yardratian Techniques

Size Manipulation: One of Tokyo's favorite skills. Tokyo's default height is about 8'6. So he uses Size Manipulation to become smaller to look less intimidating! He usually goes about 5'6 but sometimes will go 6'2 to match taller people's heights. But in combat Tokyo can Become Giant to tank massive attacks or to use his massive size to his advantage.

Multiplication: One of Tokyo's least used skills. He usually uses this technique to distract enemies.

Instant Transmission: Tokyo is quite proficient with this skill! To the point he can actually use the skill without putting his fingers to his head and sensing for Ki!

Forced Spirit Fission: Tokyo really doesn't use this technique. As he often doesn't fight those who are merged. But it's still a useful tool to have!

Post-Yardrat Skills

Barrier: Another one of Tokyo's favorites. He actually leaned the basics to the Barrier technique on Yardrat but heavily expanded upon it once he was off-planet. He can now use the barrier to absorb kinetic energy and reinforce the barrier more. So basically if you punch it, it gets tougher.

Forced Spirit Overflow: The person who is hit by this technique, their Ki will start to expand and overflow. Their power will dwarf what is what before. But after about a minute of this, the person won't be able to handle the overflow and will start getting damaged by their own energy. Usually Tokyo uses this technique on himself in desperate situations. To save himself from death he puts a barrier around his head as his energy implodes on itself.

Regeneration Excel: Tokyo can put Ki into his body to make himself regenerate wounds faster. Most attacks are off limits when he does this because he has to focus for it.

Other

That's basically all I wanted to rant about. Oh and the mask is for when Tokyo engages in combat. Why? It looks cool. Also why the Gohan Mask specifically? Well he was created out of Xenoverse and I just really like the feel of it. Anyway here are some other pictures of Tokyo! These ones have the mask off so you can see his lil face.

[dailyoyo]

hi again dailyoyo (mostly directed at mod noname) i have 2 question

1) would you ever be up to making a jsr/yoyo tidbits blog or post someday? you find a lot of 'hidden' jsr stuff and i think a masterpost to links and images or something if you're up to it would be really nice

2) WHERE the fuck does yoyo come from like what do you think whats your general consensus. does he have a family. is he not an earthling. why is he here??? is he homeless??? does he avtually have a lovintg family and became a gang member for shits and giggles??? why???

if i made a second blog it would die probably. also i wouldnt really say i find "hidden" jsr stuff per se, almost everything i know about is either just from the games or other sources linked/mentioned on the wiki! i don't Find this shit i just overthink it and peel it apart with my teethhhhh. @dedtoot would probably be a better person to ask abt niche jsr oddities i think esp cuz iirc they own the wiki? IDK WHAT ELSE TO REC SORRY

oh god this is gonna get long i think. you opened the fucking can of worms YOU HAVE NO IDEA ok so there's two things about this. the first is that like. i tend to think of pretty much All the ggs (excluding roboy on account of hes a straight up robot) as like. Just Guys. just mundane homeless outcast or runaway kids who are doing whatever the fuck. iirc in Paradox we hc'd Soda (and maybe Boogie i dont remember?) as having homes and jobs but barely being able to keep up with them, and Cube and Combo and Coin HAD a shared apartment deal but Coin's dead and Cube and Combo are in japan now, and i think we said Mew has a home and family that's just REALLY hands-off, but like aside from that they all kind of just Live at the garage. the second thing is that me and pseud keep backstory headcanoning to a low level, because whatever like. You don't end up as a homeless street teenager for fun reasons. in our interps like despite the more fantastical elements of the setting, these are all traumatized youth who ran from stark, brutal, mundane problems that we don't especially prefer to puzzle out and examine too much in this particular fandom. (paradox!Beat gets more backstory than everyone else because of plot relevance (beig gouji's kid) though. rip lmao) this even extends to an in-universe extent of the ggs kind of being like. "We dont ask each other about our backstories. If someone wants to volunteer that information they can but otherwise IT IS NOT OUR BUSINESS" which brings us to our headcanons about yoyo. paradox!yoyo on top of whats been said prior is also an intentionally "mysterious" individual. he's also fucked up in the head in ways that are genuinely concerning. he treats the idea of him having a past as a joke - he will make shit up, he will feed you 20 different fake backstories. sometimes they'll be obvious jokes, sometimes he'll say something really horrible to make you feel sorry. and if you mention something ACTUALLY from his past, he will either deny that ever happened or say you're thinking of someone else entirely. there are a few things we HAVE overtly established about paradox!yoyo's life before the GGs: - he's probably been in tokyo-to his whole life. he's been around most of the city (often scamming people lmao) - he has been homeless since he was 12, though we do not know WHY - he is transgender, but he may not have called himself that until the GGs, and we do not know WHEN he started presenting as male or why. - "yoyo" is just one in a LONG line of pseudonyms and false identities he has made up for the sake of convenience. he refuses to claim any of these past names as having been him and has even figured he'll just stop being "yoyo" and be someone else if things don't work out with the ggs. - he's dissociative as shit so HE might not even remember his backstory so like. we don't know where yoyo came from in our hcs. we don't know what his life was. that said? it was probably very bad. a happy and healthy childhood does not turn you into someone who believes they're a hollow shell playing pretend at personhood in a neverending social game of chess that you can only win by cheating. At the age of 16. SORRY IF YOU WERE HOPING FOR SOMETHING GOOFY BTW . i feel this blog really does not let on that me and pseud's idea of fun is doing straight up paranoia agent shit to joke characters. We dont got that #vreepypasta tag for nothing

[ofgreyskies]

updated ash intro under the cut ! the real preamble will be added here later because my brain is dead rn. i tried to keep this short but that's really not my specialty. um... ash as a person has mostly stayed the same, i just wanted to make some parts of his background more concrete and give him more internal + external conflicts so it's easier for me to get in his head. if you read this and think anything we've plotted / written needs to change, please let me know and i'll be happy to work something else out !! if you would like to continue plotting or start plotting, please like this and you'll hear from me soon-ish 🤍

background

spent his earliest years in san francisco with his parents, then spent periods of time around ages 6 -13 traveling around the world a lot with his mom (places he lived for brief-ish periods of time include tokyo, london, vancouver, seoul, and queenstown new zealand)

he moved to los angeles shortly before high school and attended some fairly well-known performing arts high school

uploaded covers and original songs on youtube and soundcloud in high school, spent his fridays at open mics or actual gigs when he could get them, etc. he released three mixtapes (greed, esprit, and evergrey) and a few standalone original tracks that gained some amount of attention on soundcloud.

he got a publishing and artist deal with a multi-national label (think like warner / universal) post-graduation and worked as a songwriter and producer under the name greymatter (his soundcloud name) with credits for several korean and u.s. artists (possible plot for recording artist muses!)

made his debut in the us in 2015 with put my hands on you and love. promoted his ass off at small radio stations and shows but it didn't make a huge splash.

debuted in korea in 2016 with an ep to more success. became known as a rising star producer (won composer of the year at mama) and singer in the korean r&b scene. his label mediaplayed him a bit as an r&b pretty boy... the first real point of contention between him and his label.

more cracks started to form because of difference in vision with his label and he started to burn out a little. fought w/ his label to release instagram, cue the biggest hit of his career.

scene opens on a few months later... ash kwon, a man from california, might... smoke weed ????? nothing comes of a police investigation b/c he's not a korean citizen and there's no concrete proof he ever did it in korea but the headlines and some other controversies that are dug up in tandem are enough to turn public opinion against him.

contract with his agency is terminated, he disappears save for a couple song credits here and there (taylor swift vc: nobody physically saw me for a year). about a year later, he reappears under the radar playing super small shows in hongdae and itaewon as the lead vocalist of a new band called blacklight

eventually signs with culture creative and establishes a sub-label for him & his band. works primarily as a songwriter-producer/director/photographer/band member for about three years until he drops a new solo album after, like, half a decade

personality

invented being an emo boy actually. too emotional for his own good. believes his own tortured artist hype sometimes.

also too reckless for his own good and convinces himself it's just independence and it's a good thing!

one of his toxic traits is claiming to hate fame but craving the validation of an audience to kind of absurd levels

can be very flighty and hard to reach, but is incredibly loyal to those he values most

says he hates conflict but will start an argument just to feel something sometimes

lives in his head and not in a fun lil manic pixie dream boy way but a slightly self-obsessed anxiety spiral kinda way

you thinks he's so cool and different and then the law pulls up and he won't get in the car and you're like oh god damn not another rockstar 🙄

plot ideas

roommate / former roommate ? he's the kind of guy who needs his alone time and would rather live on his own, but he might have had roommates in his early days in seoul (2016ish) or briefly post-scandal or even now because one or both of them is in between places.

musical collaborators. fellow songwriters and/or producers he works with sometimes. singers whose voices he'll use on demos when his won't really work, recording artists he works with as a songwriter and/or producer a lot (or even has just worked with once tbh). people who have featured on his music

muses he's directed an mv of (or will in the future) or has photographed (or will in the future)! he has a sort of specific style that's kind of dark, horror-inspired but i'd love to try to work something out for anyone!!

here's a list of ways muses can be involved in his career items if anyone is interested !!!

people he knows from his childhood or adolescence? people from san francisco / the bay area or los angeles are easiest for this, but he did spend short times in other places with his mom like tokyo, london, vancouver, and new zealand, so they could have met there as well

people whose work he's a fan of! this is easiest with singers who do r&b or more indie rock type stuff or directors tbh, but muses adjacent to any kind of grungy / existential / artsy stuff are also an option lmao

alternatively people who are fans of his work ? could also be a never meet your heros, met him and it soured their opinion of him type thing. or they clicked and they got close despite his reservations about anyone being a fan of him lmao

younger or older people he has a sibling-like relationship with. as an only child, give him some chosen siblings.

exes, flings, hook-ups, fwbs, people he kisses on the mouth platonically, whatever. he infamously gets around but is also incredibly intense with all feelings, positive or negative

people who dropped him when public tide turned against him... or people who stood by his side... or people he became friends with during his time away from the public eye

people who won't put up with his shit, for better or for worse. people who he doesn't vibe with. people he doesn't understand but is lowkey dying to figure out how their brain works.

if you're thinking about making a new muse and think his band blacklight might be a good fit and we've plotted before, i'd be down to talking that out as a potential plot. the band needs a keyboardist, a bassist, a drummer, and potentially another guitarist. there are certain dynamics i'm looking for within the band and a certain vision i have for it, so i'd just want to talk about it a little in-depth first to make sure we're on the same page which is why the collective isn't technically "open"

+ very vague plot page to keep you on your toes

[reallyromealone]

Hey! I have a request! A little bit suggestive but nothing explicit.

Ran who still hasn't fully rid of his hangover was describing how pretty the guy he took home the other night to his fellow executives, but as the conversation went on, the people inside the room including Ran himself is slowly turning their heads to Sanzu, mostly with a surprised and teasing expression.

Because the description of this guy matches his way too much.

But turns out, Sanzu had twin (extremely flirty may I add) who just went back to Japan, he just doesn't know yet.

Ohoooo

Love it love it

Ran woke up and felt like a train hit him as he got ready for the day, unable to get the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

He was everything and more..

He was in a daze as he walked into the office, his brother snapping his fingers as the men sat around, nothing to do quite yet "whats up with you?" Rindō asked with a raised eyebrow and Ran sighed dreamily as he began describing the man he saw the night before, with each discription the men slowly realized....he sounded familiar as they looked towards a smug Sanzu and a cackling Takeomi.

"So you think I'm got eh?"

"Fuck no"

"Did he have (hairstyle)?"

"Uh yeah..?"

"(Name) came back early... Oh he's gonna get an earful!" Sanzu grumbled as the rest of Bonten looked confused "wanna elaborate?" Koko asked confused as hell "you met Sanzus twin brother (name)" Takeomi explained as Sanzu pulled out a picture on his phone of him and (name) last summer.

The room went quiet as Ran processed this information.

That was him.

The man of his dreams.

Whose related to this shit head.

Fuck.

"Tell me everything about him"

(Name) was confused when his twin called him giggling like an idiot and sending him an address, the promise of food and something wonderful left him curious and concerned.

(Name) had left Japan for school was now an accoplished (job title) and was finally back home.

It was barely a week before he went to a party and got shit faced, meeting the dreamiest man ever.

(Name) would be a dirty liar if he said it wasn't the best fuck he's had in a very long time.

Sadly he had to leave the penthouse before the other awoke, having a meeting in the early morning.

Walking into the bonten building his brother collected him in the lobby, practically dragging him up and chewing him out for not telling him he was back before the two laughed and giggled like they always did together.

No matter the distance they knew that they had each other's backs.

The elevator dinged as Sanzu practically dragged him to meet the others.

Specifically Ran.

Now (name) knew exactly what his brothers did and wasn't really intimidated by the men.

After all gang stuff was normal most of this life.

Scanning the room he saw him.

Ran stared starstruck at the beautiful man who smiled at him "hey darling~ didn't expect to see you so soon" (name) said teasingly as he sauntered over to him, everyone watching shocked as (name) had the shocked man wrapped around his finger instantly.

And surprisingly had him stunned into silence.

"Where did you go...?"

"I had a meeting baby"

(Name) gave Ran his number before introducing himself to the others politely "i am sorry to cut this short but I'm supposed to give a lecture at the University of Tokyo in an hour and a half and have to get ready" (name) said politely, saying his goodbyes "later cutie~" he said to Ran before leaving, the lilac man watching his ass as he left.

[amjustagirl]

castles in the air: chapter 1

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader  genre: university romantic dramedy, mild angst, fluff wc: 4.2k  summary: kuroo tetsuro is your pain in the ass classmate. that’s all. really. 

Kuroo Tetsuro is many things. 

A top student, appearing on the dean’s list from his very first semester, to the envy of his peers. A starting player in Waseda University’s volleyball team, his reputation as a solid middle blocker that anchored a team all the way to Nationals preceding him. A filial son and grandson, visiting his grandparents every weekend, a bouquet of flowers in hand for his obaa-san. 

Kuroo Tetsuro is also falling asleep in Finance 102. 

He slips in and out of strange, exhaustion fuelled dreams, of long haired girls in cat ears, of cats in funny hats, of the Nekoma team scurrying around Tokyo to find Fukunaga when he disappears yet again on one of his many adventures, of Coach Nekomata lowering the net down and raising it back up again, as he switches in between his younger and older self - 

“Oi”, a hissed whisper. “The Prof said this topic is going to come out in finals, you better stay awake!” 

He forces a bleary eye to open. The professor’s screen swims before him, the old man’s voice droning on and on about the time value of money, the calculation of bonds. His mind is no match for the sagging exhaustion in his bones, the soreness in his sinews. Yesterday, his captain made the entire team run around the track until dusk is swallowed by the night, all that after countless diving drills and weight training and - he probably should’ve brought toothpicks to class, if only to prop his eyelids up, because he’s really fighting a losing battle right here. 

The human alarm clock behind him decides to resort to violence, jabs him sharply in the soft spot between his shoulder blades. That, at least, jolts him awake. He topples from the castles in his dreams into the cruel, harsh reality that he’s in a lecture hall and not his nice, soft bed. 

(wait a minute. alarm clocks don’t resort to violence.)

He straightens in his chair, whipping his head around to meet your unimpressed eyes. Oh, he knows you - you caught his eye immediately during the spring semester, neutral expression on your face as you crunched through pink and white blossoms to make your way through class. He’d passed you in the dorm hallways, seen you disappear with your basket of neatly pressed laundry into your room, just a few doors from him. But you weren’t one of his classmates within his orbit, mostly content with your own company, so he only truly pays you any notice when he sees your name appear next to his on the dean’s list, one of the few girls to impress the notoriously parochial finance professors enough to garner top scores.

“Thanks”, he whispers, shooting you (what he hopes is) a charming smirk. 

It evidently isn’t. 

You glance at him flatly, eyes swivelling back to the professor’s screen. Your fingers don’t stop moving, typing furiously. He gathers himself, wills the exhaustion away before trying to follow your lead, takes some useful notes down in a bid to maintain his place at the front of the pack. It works somewhat, he can say with some confidence that he’s managed to absorb most of what’s being taught, and he turns back to thank you, his human alarm clock (or so he dubs you, in his head), when he realises you’ve already scurried off, slipping through the door. 

“Hey!”

A bevy of classmates descend upon him, mistakenly assuming he’s calling them over to accompany him for lunch. He lets them sweep him away, but resolves to find an opportunity to speak with you. 

You’re surprising. He kinda likes that. 

He doesn’t have to wait terribly long. 

After all, he stays in the same dorm as you, so it’s only a matter of time before he spots you in the cafeteria, laptop perched in front of a plate of garlic fried rice. He’s already had dinner with his teammates after practice, so he swipes a bottle of tea from the vending machine, an excuse to slide into the seat across from you. 

“Hi”, he says, with yet another smirk. 

He’s trying his best to be as suave as people assume he is, but fails miserably as he struggles to open the cap. You stay silent, watching him fight the plastic bottle until you reach over, and with dry hands, you twist it open, hand it back to him.  

“Thanks”, he says, this time with a sheepish smile. You just watch him silently. “And thanks for - y’know - keeping me awake in class.” 

“No problem”, you shrug. In a clear act of dismissal, you turn your attention back to your screen. 

Kuroo has plenty of manners drilled into him by his obaa-san, his ojii-san, his stern father especially giving no ground to any childhood mischief. Memories of slippers and rolled up newspapers are still seared into his brain, but time spent amongst his teammates in Nekoma has instilled an appreciation for chaos, for playfulness that makes him steal a piece of katsu from your plate, drop it into his mouth. 

It’s childish, he knows. But for a reason he can’t really articulate right now, he really, really wants you to pay him some attention, wants you to lift your eyes from the screen, possibly scold him with girlish outrage, squawk at him. That’s how he used to bond with his team, after all - roughhousing and playing pranks and mocking each other. 

But you’re different. His mistake is to cross a maiden who wields her sword without hesitation. A flash of silver, glinting in the light, and you stab his hand with your fork.

“What the - “ he clutches his wrist to his chest, scowling indignantly at the pinprick of pain. “It’s just one piece of food!”

“I don’t even know you, asshole!” You wave your fork accusingly at him, a threat that you have no qualms about attacking him again. He rears back. “Spit it out!” 

“It’s already in my stomach!” His eyes widen as you point your fork towards his belly. “Okay, okay - sheesh. I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow!” 

Your annoyance seems to bleed away at the offer of food. 

“Fine”, you retract your deadly weapon. “What time?” 

“7pm. You’re so demanding, woman”, he grumbles, nursing his wounded pride. 

You twirl your fork in your hand with a menacing frown. He scuttles away, a bottle of tea held aloft like a shield. 

He does his research before dinner the next day. 

The campus is huge, and so is the cohort of business students, so it’s little wonder that your circles and his don’t overlap. But Sato from his team was in your project group in Finance 101 in the previous semester, and smirks when he mentions your name - even though Kuroo thinks he definitely has no ground for looking so smug, not when he’s a second year student having to pretty much retake his entire first year due to crappy grades. 

“Easiest project ever”, he grins, with a thumbs up that Kuroo’s tempted to shove up his ass. “She pretty much did the whole thing herself and gave us scripts to read off. She’s a frigid bitch but at least she didn’t complain much about it.” 

“Of course”, Kuroo says. “I’m sure that’d help you out when Finance 102 rolls around again.” 

He leaves Sato puzzling over his remark, papering his snark over with a friendly, genial smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. 

There’s little else he can find out about you. His neighbour next door mentions off-hand that you’ve lent her 100 yen coins at the laundromat, giggles when she whispers that your nose was buried in a romance manga of some kind, too engrossed in it to pay her much attention at all. His deskmate confirms what he already knows, that you were so close to topping the cohort, missing out on the best grades by just a hair. 

So when 7pm rolls around, he’s curious, even though he knows curiosity killed the cat. You’re already there, eyes still perennially on your laptop screen. You shriek when he tugs it away from you. 

“Boo!” 

Your reflexes are whip-fast, palm landing a stinging slap to his wrist. The girls’ volleyball team would be lucky to have you. 

“Relax”, he drawls, pushing your laptop back. You hug it to your chest, glaring at him like an affronted kitten. “I’m just saying hi.”

“You’re supposed to be buying me dinner, not attempt to steal my things again”, you snap, nostrils flaring. “Though maybe I should just buy my own dinner and eat it in my room, maybe I’ll get some peace and quiet that way - “

“Sit tight, princess - let your loyal squire serve you your food - ”

He leaves you mouthing at him indignantly princess?! as he trots off, returning with two trays heavy with food. You stare at the plate he sets before you, before finally retracting your claws to grasp a fork. 

“Thanks”, you mutter, scowling when he refuses to let you open your laptop in a bid to distance yourself from him. 

“Uh uh”, he chides you, grinning when you snarl at him, a wildcat. “C’mon, I bought you dinner - “

“Cos you stole mine - “ 

“Hey, princess, that’s cos you asked me too -” 

“For the love of - could you not call me princess? I barely know you -” 

He continues, undeterred. “Princess”, he smirks mockingly. “I stole one piece of katsu, could you not exaggerate? Making me sound like a greedy pig - “ 

You chew on your food angrily as he chuckles. 

“Oh, cos you are - I’m gonna let you sleep through classes from now on - “ 

“Ah, that”, he lets his lips tilt upwards, eyes curving into crescents. “I was wondering why you did that, considering how anti-social you seem. Was it cos you felt sorry for me - or, is it cos’ you find me - “ 

“I just thought I’d be bored if one of my few competitors decided to sleep on his chances.” You stare at him defiantly, letting your own mouth slant into a smirk that mirrors his own. “It makes topping the class a lot less sweet - don’t you think? Don’t flatter yourself, Kuroo Tetsuro.” 

He gapes at you as you swallow your last mouthful of food, doesn’t shut his mouth as you give him a two fingered salute, disappearing from his view. 

Kenma stays silent throughout his tirade about you. And oh, does he rant.

“She’s so stuck-up, that stick in the mud. Just constantly studying and looking down from her ivory tower at us- c’mon I didn’t even score that much lower than her last semester, and if I did that’s cos unlike her I was actually busy having - y’know - an actual life outside of school, not that she’d know one if it smacked her in her face -” 

There’s no sound from the other side of the phone. 

“Kenma - did you mute me? What the hell, I call you once a week, and this is how you treat your best friend?” 

"Who says I'm your best friend?" 

"Kyanmaaaaa!" 

A cool click, tongue against teeth. "Is this one of those things that people do when they have a crush? Pretend to dislike each other?" 

"Did you listen to anything I've been saying for the past ten minutes -" 

"I guess it's like my dating sims", Kenma continues ponderously, as if Kuroo hadn't interrupted. "Using insults to hide their attraction towards each other -" 

"I'm not attracted to this - this hostile, grumpy woman?! She's rude and crabby to everyone -" 

"You probably deserve it. Weren't you rude to her first?"

"I was teasing her!" 

A shuffle, a soft sigh. "Same difference." 

It's Kuroo’s turn to sigh. "Fine. I definitely provoked her." He frowns at the knowing silence hanging over the line. "Fine, I should try to play nice." 

Kenma snorts, static stuttering. "You came to that conclusion on your own." 

A sly grin creeps onto his face. "Well, playing nice does have its benefits…" 

So he finds himself tracking you down, but you're surprisingly slippery, ducking away from lectures before he can catch hold of you, avoiding the cafeteria as if you know his schedule, and you're nowhere to be found in the crowded library, where you should be hiding out, along with the multitude of stressed out university students, praying at the altar of good grades. 

But he uses his eyes, and watches, and waits, and adopts a direct approach, knocking on your dorm door when he knows you’ve returned after a late night run to the library, long after dinner. The back of his shirt is damp from the murky humidity of the dying summer night, but he persists, hammering the wood with his fist when polite knocking fails to draw you out from your cave. 

“Oi, princess!” 

The door remains stubbornly shut. It might take a battering ram to get through to you. But at least there remains a malevolent human presence behind it, as a muffled "what d'you want?" leaks through the wood. You’re stubborn as hell, he’ll add that to the list of your attributes.  

He presses his hand to his chest, affecting sincerity. "I'm here to apologise."

The door cracks open. He can just about make out your eye, glaring at him fiercely.

(here, kitty, kitty.) 

"For what?" 

You’re definitely not making this easy for him. "For stealing your food? For teasing you."

A second, a beat. He grins when the crack to your fortress widens, ever so slightly. 

"Apology accepted. Is that all?" 

He catches the door easily, leans his weight open to force it open, at least so he can see your face. "Well, there'd be more if you actually opened your door and talked to me, like a normal person -" 

"Insults aren't gonna make me want to talk to you", you complain, but you open the door anyway. He wants to laugh, eyes sweeping up and down your form, amused to find out that you look far more approachable in adorable pyjamas with colourful cartoon prints. 

"Eyes up here, Kuroo-san", you snap your fingers at him. "If there's nothing else, I'll see you in class tomorrow."

He wedges his foot in before you can close the door on his face. “No! Learn some patience, won’t you?” You look as if you’re considering whether to punch his face, and he’d really like to avoid any internal bleeding, so he presses on. “Look - I was wondering if you’d like to partner up for the projects this semester with me.”

“With you?” you echo, shock evident on your face before you school it back into its usual deadpan expression, folding her arms. “You could partner up with anyone else -” 

“Yeah, but any team with both of us would be unstoppable.”

Your frown deepens. “Any team with me would already be unstoppable -” 

“But it’s a win-win for both of us, isn’t it? You wouldn’t have to carry your whole team by yourself - doesn’t your back ache from doing that? And you’d have more time to study, your favourite pastime.” 

He thinks you’re definitely about to clock him when your frown darkens into a full blown scowl, but you surprise him yet again by sticking your hand out at him. 

“Fine. It’s a deal. But I’ll kill you if you drag me down, or worse - make me a laughing stock in front of our class.” 

“Won’t happen. You won’t regret teaming up with me, princess.”

“Could you stop calling me that?! I swear - I’m going to let you fall asleep in class and fail all your exams.”

“That doesn’t make sense if you’re going to need me to work with you, is it?”

He can’t help smirking down at you, before grabbing your hand, throwing his back in laughter when you yank your hand back in disgust, slamming the door in his face. His grades are definitely secure, and this semester might prove to be far more interesting than the last, if you’re around to provide some entertainment. 

The class groans when the time for project work rolls around, and he swivels in his chair to grin triumphantly at you. You give him a defeated nod, which he takes as his cue to put his name down next to yours.

“Don’t look like that, princess”, he chuckles, inching his chair closer to you. “That way you don’t have to lug around deadweight anymore - I’d never ask you to write my script for presentations at least.”

“Yeah”, you wrinkle your nose, fingers flying even faster across your keyboard until it becomes a blur. “But that means I have to deal with you.”

“You make it sound like such a chore.”

“It is!” 

Hand to heart, he tries to pout, even though he just wants to belly laugh at the disgruntled look on your face. 

“C’mon, I’d never let you down - “ 

“You better not, it’s your grade on the line too”, you say before flouncing off. 

His classmates start taking notice when you and he pair up twice more in your other classes. 

“Give the rest of us a shot”, Sato complains during practice. “You two are gonna wreck the bell curve at this rate.” 

A sly, curling smirk spreads on his face. “That’s kind of the point of working with her”, he says, bouncing the ball on his arms.

Sato huffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, that makes sense. Wouldn’t want to spend any more time with her than necessary, no thank you to that!”

Kuroo only throws his head back and laughs. 

As much as Sato complains, you’ve been nothing but a breeze to work with, churning out reports and powerpoint decks like a machine. He contributes his fair share of course - his pride wouldn’t allow anything otherwise, and you and he spend hours crammed in a tiny booth in the library bickering about the accuracy of their calculations, the feasibility of their marketing strategy. 

“You’re kidding - I double checked these figures thrice!” 

“Yeah, but if they’re wrong, they’re wrong.” You circle the offending numbers in red ink, pen bleeding into the paper, bright enough to see from outer space. “Your calculator settings are probably wrong.”

“No way!” 

“Yes way!”

“No way!” 

“Let me see”, you wrestle the calculator from him and he slumps back, completely routed when he hands over the calculator and you’re proven right, an uncharacteristic smile lighting up your face when you wave his traitorous calculator at him in glee.  

“Fine”, he huffs, folding his arm. “You win.” 

At least marketing reports are more his forte than finance calculations, that he has to admit, so at least there he has you beat. You call him sleazy for the marketing tactics that he’s willing to pull, but you go along anyway, convinced when he draws numerous graphs with fancy visuals which the professor gushes over. 

“See, I told you I’d be pulling my weight.” He tells you after the initial consultation with the professor. 

“Yeah, yeah”, you scoff, but there’s a tell-tale tilt to your lips - a little like Tsukki when his delightfully grumpy kouhai manages a block - that he’s deciphered to mean you’re secretly pleased. “That’s literally the least you could do.”

“Give me some more credit than that, princess.”

You roll your eyes. “Would you stop bragging if I bought you dinner?” 

Food, it seems, is the currency you seem to resort to. 

“That’s the least you could do”, he retorts, tossing your words back in your face, but instead of frowning, you merely laugh, tugging him down the leafy avenue of the campus, down asphalt roads, a lingering warmth from the afternoon sun, to a little ramen shop that’s manned by an stern grandpa with wrinkles weathered into his forehead, who looks like he’d keel over if the wind blew too hard in his direction, but his face softens when he sees you. 

“You brought a friend?” 

“Everyone needs to try your prawn ramen at least once in their lives”, you say brightly, shoulders relaxing from the tense line you usually hold them in. 

The old grandpa merely waves you into an empty seat, and Kuroo lets you shoo him into a corner, ordering for him. He loves seafood - his taste cultivated by the preferences of his grandparents, but he’s never drooled as much as he has when he catches the first whiff of prawn ramen when it’s unceremoniously placed before him. 

“It tastes better than it smells, believe it or not”, you lean forward over your bowl, elbows on the polished countertop, chopsticks swimming in the broth. You’ve lost your table manners, you’re already digging in. “Go on!” 

He groans when the taste of the sea and the richness from the prawn hits his tongue, before the heavier notes of the pork broth washes through. “It’s amazing”, he mumbles between gulps of broth, slurping the thin noodles loudly, much to the delight of the grandpa. 

“Of course it is”, you reply smugly, and for once, he has no desire to bicker with you, focusing all his energy on emptying the entire bowl of noodles into his very happy belly. 

He walks you home after dinner - though your room is really just a few doors from his, and it’s surprising how easy conversation is with you, when you’re both full and satisfied with the best bowl of ramen he’s ever had in his life, and flushed with triumph from the progress of your projects. 

He learns that you’re from Tokyo, born and raised, just like him. Your father’s a teacher, your mother’s a housewife, you’ve grown up with books as your main companions, and attended a public school not too far from his own. You run in the early mornings to clear your mind, a habit picked up from your high school days, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell you that it’s probably not the safest for you to be running at such a time alone, even when you retort archly that he’s not your dad, so you refuse to listen to him. 

“Stubborn”, he shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t call me crying for help some day.”

“As if I would”, you retort, with a flash of your eyes and a toss of your hair. 

Such dinners become more and more common between you two after sessions working on research papers, project presentations, and your walks back to campus are filled with easy conversation. He listens when you tell him how you’d have studied literature but you’re practical to a fault, so you picked business instead. Much like him, he finds himself telling you - he would’ve chosen chemistry purely based on interest and aptitude, but his dreams lie outside a sterile science lab. 

“But I still can tell you a bad chemistry joke or two”, he grins, and you groan, begging him to spare you. 

You listen when he tells you about his high school team. He’s never been accused of modesty, so he crows about his team making it to Nationals under his captaincy, but his face softens when he tells you about each and every one of the boys that he played with, that he so obviously considers his closest circle of friends. Quiet, reliable Kai - ever the mediator, with a killer spike.  Yaku, bossy know-it-all, with the deadliest instincts, destined to be the best libero in the country (though Komori Motoya may beg to disagree). 

Come to think of it - 

“You remind me a little of Yaku”, he says off-hand, eyes glinting in amusement at the mental image of his ginger, grumpy friend spitting his outrage when he steals his food. 

“A bossy know-it-all?” you echo, eyebrow arched. “Sure. I’ve been called worse.” 

“Nah - you both know exactly what you want, and you don’t stop until you get it. That’s pretty cool.”

You stare at him, obviously considering whether to take his compliment at face value. 

“Thanks”, you eventually say. “I guess.” 

He continues to tell you about the rest of the team. Yamamoto, loud, enthusiastic, the vice-captain now.  Fukunaga, almost entirely silent save for the little jokes he makes. Kuroo’s convinced Fukunaga lives in his own bubble, lured out only by the occasional need for companionship. The first years, wet behind the ears initially - Lev, overly cocky, Teshiro, overly cautious, Inuoka, overly eager, Shibayama, overly anxious -  but he personally felt validated watching them learn for themselves the value of teamwork, of how one person’s mistake on the court is never solely his own, not when they play as a team of six. 

“That’s nine”, you say. “You said there were ten members on your team.”

“There’s also Kenma”, he replies. “If we’re the blood, he’s the heart of the team.”

His first friend. His best friend. A gremlin who spends all night playing games if unchecked, who analyses life as a game and always manages to come up on top, surprising all who underestimate him. 

“He sounds like an interesting person”, you comment when he falls silent.  “Very different from you.”

Kenma would think you interesting, would study you like an oddity, much like he did with Chibi-chan. And from what he’s learnt about you, from your quick, cutting wit and your steadfast attitude, he doesn’t think you’ll fall short. 

“I think you’ll get along, if you ever meet him someday.” 

It’s a weird thing to say, considering you and he are straddling the fence of friendship and acquaintanceship, drawn together out of the utilitarian purpose of grades, but he finds himself saying that anyway. 

“I’d like that”, you say lightly, bidding him goodnight as you always do when you reach your door. 

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a/n: *fiddles with my fingers* i really hope you guys enjoy it - was legitimately worried it’s not good enough but eh, writing my rendition of charming, dorky uni student kuroo tetsuro was such a joy i couldn’t stop so let me know if you’ve enjoy it too! 

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 10 (Final)

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 9

1 Year Later

"All right, team, let's call it a day!" You heard your coach call, heads immediately swiveling in his direction when he addressed the team. "Good practice today. Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you all next week."

Wiping away the beads of sweat that had accumulated on your forehead with the back of your hand, you started for your bag on the sidelines of the soccer field and took a long drink of water.

While you packed up your gear, you waved goodbye to your teammates, telling them you would either see them at the next practice or in class if you shared a class with them.

Grabbing your bag, you swung it over your shoulder and reflected back on the practice. Even though the team was strong and your coach was great, you couldn't help but wonder if you were ready for the upcoming first game of the season. It was pretty much a miracle that you had even gotten accepted to the University of Tokyo in the first place, let alone the fact that you made the soccer team, so you were doing everything in your power to keep your place both at the university and on the team.

As you headed off campus to catch the bus to your apartment, your phone started ringing from inside your bag, the ringtone muffled slightly by the clothing it was buried underneath.

Fishing the device out, you took note of the caller ID before answering the call. "Hey, Mom," you greeted.

"Hello." Her voice was monotone, but the fact that she had called at all was a significant step in the right direction so you didn't let the seeming lack of emotion bother you. "I was just calling to make sure you're still coming for your father's birthday dinner tonight."

Checking the time on your phone quickly, you nodded to yourself. "Yes, practice just finished up. I've just got to head home and shower quickly and then I'll catch the train. Should be there in a few hours."

"Good, good," she replied. "I look forward to hearing how your classes are going."

"Oh, yes. They're going well but I'll tell you more tonight."

"Perfect," there was a pause on the line before she continued. "If I remember correctly, you have a soccer game next weekend?"

You were genuinely taken aback that she had remembered. "Yes, the first game of the season."

"Your father and I were thinking about attending . . . that is, if that's okay with you."

It was your turn to pause now. "I would like that," you told her. "I would really like that."

"Well, that settles it then."

Soon after, you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone call, assuring your mother that you would be back in Miyagi later that day. Minutes later, your bus arrived and you tucked your phone away, still a little dumbfounded about what your mother had said.

Apparently, when she and your father had said they wanted to do better as parents, they had meant it. Thankfully, you moving to Tokyo and pretty much dropping everyone in Miyagi had forced them to realize just how broken your relationship with them was.

You were mostly just relieved that they hadn't dropped you and forgotten you altogether.

After getting back to your apartment, you showered, grabbed the bags you had packed the night before, and headed out. The train ride was just under two hours long.

Being back in Miyagi was a strange feeling. Although it had only been a year, the time spent away felt like an eternity—long enough for you to think about everything and seriously change your way of thinking, at least.

You liked to think you were a different person than you were the last time you stepped foot in your hometown, but that wasn't so easy to determine. Especially not when you passed through the familiar streets and felt old feelings resurface.

Despite this, however, you tried your best to put everything behind you and leave the past in the past. More than anything, you just wanted to continue looking forward and worrying about what was to come instead of what already was.

Dinner that night with your parents was the most civil encounter you had had with them in a very long time. The conversation was respectable and polite and the atmosphere was much less suffocating and restricting than you had imagined it would be.

Your parents actually followed up about your soccer game, proving your mother hadn't just been all talk when she had mentioned it earlier. They actually seemed invested in your classes even though none of them were following the law degree you knew they still secretly wished you were pursuing.

They even asked about your personal life. The fact that there was nothing to tell on that front was beside the point. Classes, soccer, and your part-time job at a little cafe kept you more than busy enough.

And maybe you still hadn't gotten over the last time you opened up to someone . . . but you would never admit that fact.

Overall, however, the entire evening had actually been enjoyable.

After getting back to your parents' house, the house you had grown up in, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. The night breeze was cool and the silence that came with being back in a small town was calming when you had been forced to get used to the hustle and bustle of the big city.

Warm sweater wrapped tight around your body, you headed out for your stroll. It didn't take you long to realize that you had been subconsciously following a familiar route . . . but even when you noticed where you would eventually end up, you didn't stray from your path.

A quick ten minutes later, you found yourself standing outside Sakanoshita Market; a place that had such an impact on you despite the fact that you spent a relatively short period of time there.

The lights to the store were off except for the fridge lights in the back that gave the inside a soft glow. You didn't spend too much time analyzing the shop itself though. Your gaze quickly shifted up to the apartment above and your mind quickly shifted to wondering about the man who inhabited it.

The lights in the apartment were also off, so it was possible Keishin was sleeping already. Because it was a Friday night, however, the more plausible scenario was that he was out drinking.

As a particularly cold gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine, you stuffed your hands into your pockets as you thought back to the night everything had changed so drastically and so quickly.

The argument played clear as day in your head, the words you had both said that night never quite leaving your memory completely. The sound of the door slamming shut when Keishin had stormed out made you shiver more than the wind.

You drew in a deep breath when you remembered how long you had sat on the couch waiting for him to come home. When morning finally came and the sun began to rise, you had realized you probably wouldn't see him again.

The following day you worked your last shift at the store. The following night you packed up your shit from his apartment and returned home to your parents with your tail between your legs.

Surprisingly, they didn't rub it in your face. They didn't even say 'I told you so.' You stayed with your parents for another week before you left for Tokyo and started your new life.

"Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat when the familiar, low, nicotine-affected voice sounded out through the quiet night air. You knew who it was without even having to look. For a while, that voice was the first one you heard in the morning and the last one you heard before going to bed at night.

Working up the courage to face your past, you turned on your heel and forced a smile. "Hey." You tried to appear as calm and composed as possible. "Keishin . . ."

A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, thick and heavy. You took that time of awkward uncertainty to inspect the man before you, who, much to your delight, hadn't changed a bit. His dyed hair was still held back by a headband, his ears still had the same piercings that you remembered him having, and best of all, a cigarette drooped from his lips.

You never thought that you would ever say this, but you had actually missed the constant presence of the smell of cigarettes.

"I didn't know you were back in town," he said, smoke spilling from his lips as he spoke.

"Just for the weekend. It's my dad's birthday."

"You speak to your parents still?"

You shrugged. "On and off. They're making an effort. I am too."

You watched as he plucked the cigarette from his mouth before dropping it onto the cement and putting it out with the toe of his shoe. "How's Tokyo?"

That question caught you off guard a little. You had never told him that you had decided to go to Tokyo after all, but then again, it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out where you had disappeared to. It wasn't like you had had many other options.

"It's good." You nodded. "I suppose I should thank you for that . . . so, thanks."

"Yeah." He scratched the back of his neck nervously and realized that you had put him in an uncomfortable position, standing between him and the door to his apartment.

"Well, I should get going now." You moved out of the way, making it clear that you weren't going to force him to have to fight through a conversation with you just to get into his own place. "It was nice seeing you again."

Before you could take off, he stopped you. "Why did you come here?" he asked.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned back toward him and shrugged. "I honestly have no idea," you answered. "Nostalgia? Memories? Because I wanted to see the store again? Because I was hoping to see you again? I couldn't tell you."

"You wanted to see me?" His eyes widened in shock. You couldn't tell if the possibility of that made him happy or not.

You shrugged again. "Maybe."

"Why?"

You thought back to when you had told Keishin that you loved him, immediately followed by him storming out. "I don't know." Picking up on the confusion in his tone, you turned to leave again. "It was probably a bad idea."

"Did you miss me?"

You stopped in your tracks once again. "What?" You looked over your shoulder at him.

"While you were gone did you miss me?"

You furrowed your brows at him. "Why would you ask me-"

"I missed you," he said before you could finish your sentence.

Unsure about what kind of game Keishin was playing, or if he was even playing a game at all, you crossed your arms and shook your head. "You were the one who told me to go. You left me. If you regret that now, that's not my problem."

He drew in a breath, slow and steady. "Doesn't mean I didn't miss you. I did it for you."

Before, those final five words would have dug underneath your skin and chipped away at you to no end. Now, however, the sentiment actually meant something. "I already said thanks," you told him. "What more do you want from me? In the end, everything worked out exactly how we had planned it from the start."

You knew your words hurt him. But maybe that was what you were going for. After the way he had hurt you, maybe he deserved it.

"I wish we had done it all differently." He took a cautious step toward you.

"I wish we hadn't done it all," you snapped.

Keishin shook his head. "Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you." His words pierced you, sharp and burning like a freshly forged blade. "And you love me too . . . well, you used to, at least."

You couldn't help but scoff. "Don't pull that shit with me. You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you when you left and didn't come back."

"Just because I didn't say it doesn't mean I didn't feel it."

You were completely bewildered at what was going on right now. "Why are you telling me all of this now?! Why didn't you say it back when it mattered?! Back when I was begging you to say all of this!"

"Because I didn't want to drag you down with me. I wanted you to go off and live the life you told me you wanted."

Throwing your hands up in the air, you laughed. "I wanted you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Keishin was closing the gap between the two of you and holding your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "And what about now? What do you want now?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for the answer he wasn't sure you would utter with your lips.

"I . . . I . . ." You knew what he wanted to hear but were unsure if it was what you actually wanted to say or not. "I don't know."

"Now that you have university and soccer and a relationship with your parents—now that you have everything you deserve—is there anything else you want?"

You remained silent.

"You wanted me once," he whispered, lips inches apart from yours and warm breath on your face. "Could you want me again?"

The words worked their way up your throat and pried their way out of your mouth without your permission. "I could . . . I do," you whispered back, hands coming up to cradle his face as well. "I want you."

Before the words had even fully left your mouth, Keishin's lips were on yours, soft and delicate yet hot and passionate at the same time. "God, I missed you," he muttered into your mouth.

"Please don't leave me again." You looked up at him with desperate eyes, your heart pounding against your chest with anticipation while your mind scolded you for falling for him all over again. "I want you. I need you."

"I won't." He assured you in between more kisses, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. "I love you. I've fallen hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you. Never again."

"I love you, Keishin," you breathed. "You were always more than just a way to piss off my parents."

[6blackfilin9]

I love your Anko fanart! Tell me, what are your views/headcannons on Anko X Kazuku?

hThank you so much for the ask, finally I can answer it

here is my big thank you for the waitng

In a nutshell, the shipp was created by accident while me and my buddy were working on our first Naruto AU in 2019, where Kakuzu and Deidara survived their shitty plotholes end eventually ended up in Konoha

Yeah

so, the shipp’s birth date is july the 1, 2019

anything like classy, aristocracy kind of tension-filled passionate gothic romance with playful, psychological games & hurt/comfort vibes with slight scent of rivalry is KakuAnko

Basically, they are: a very, very old man with absolutely horrendous background who’s trying to finally have his mother*cking 10 or 30 years of peace, and a rather young lady with a rocky youth who’s being good & noble yet has very strong antihero tendencies

You know, I think they do have potential, since, in fact, they seem to be very similar, at the core

They are both very pragmatic realists, the people of logic and reason, yet if Kakuzu’s irritability doesn’t affect him a tiny bit due to his ideal self-control, Anko’s can lead her to quite bad places, sometimes. They put their interests in the first place, and even though she tries to attach them to Konoha’s, she still has ‘personal’ things (I’ll write ‘bout it lower*). Their mindsets are so complicatedly organized that, at some point & way, it prevents them from having many close people, and makes them very hard to see through and predict

Both of them are very flexible & adaptive, independent individuals with similar outlooks on plenty of things and high intellectual level. They clearly can find plenty of traits that they would highly respect and adore in each other

Here I will speak mostly for “why and how” kind of things, bc both of them are terribly tricky to accurately figure out. But there will be some headcanons too

So, there are still some odds about them, due to the strong difference in their occupation, like, in plenty of cases they are really tricky to be brought together, because:

- Of the job

In original, Anko is a Konoha’s special jounin, and she is very dedicated to serving the country. Independently of whether she likes her job or not (depends on the plot), she orienteers at the people, at society’s gain from her work. So, accordingly, in any other AU her job is somehow connected to civil service, whether it’s something police-like, connected to science, or something like CCG in Tokyo Ghoul

Kakuzu, on the other hand, is a hitman and a persona non grata in literally all the five big countries, Konoha too (which makes it barely possible to bring them together in the original universe without hard complications or heavy drama. But still possible). He orienteers on his own gain alone, but, depending on the job, it can include others’ gain, too.

This detail makes him a saint once he holds supervising position in some company or any high position in the government (the better the working conditions of the staff now- the more money in the prospective), and the sheer nightmare once he has it on the opposite side of the law. Him as a mob boss is a complete different topic for discussion, but to get the point, in this case, the trouble isn’t him increasing the level of criminality (its rather vice-versa), but taking hold of too much control in the high and underground structures. Even as an ordinary hitman he’s rather tricky, since everything depends on the case

In most of the stories, they come to some sort of compromise, and how hard it is to reach it depends on how shitty his job is and how attached they are to each other at the moment

Like, in the above mentioned Shippuden AU and Harry Potter AU (which I also wrote with my buddy) everything went like clockwork, because there they are both more or less on this side of the law, in Tokyo Ghoul AU (which I also wrote with my buddy) it is a bit more complicated, with her being in-law and him being very much outlaw, in the Avatar AU (which I also figured out with my buddy, but we never happened to write it) it is also pretty smooth, with both of them being outlaws and then jumping out to the glory after all the shit is done, but in another Shippuden AU of mine, this all would be just a motherfucking bloody disaster

- Kakuzu is actually a hard nut to get attached to anyone

He lived too long to be truly afraid of anything, though. Its mostly because he doesn’t really need to get attached to or become close with someone to satisfy his need for communication. The man can get along with anyone once he wishes to, he can have countless acquaintances and plenty of buddies, but he doesn’t have many comrades and barely can call anyone a friend. Because he is used to lose everything and everyone he ever had or happened to have, because of his inhumanly lengthened lifespan.

It requires time for him to get used to the person, and then, eventually, in some cases, spend plenty of it to get attached

Plus, for him, due to his profession, each close connection is a really great responsibility for him. In most cases, he’d think twice of weather he is ready to take it or not

Though it of course has the personal factor, too

In Anko’s case, she has a grand privilege by being a very intelligent and keen woman, not just in cognitive plane, but in emotional, too. High emotional intellect is actually a rare trait, so she automatically stands out of the crowd for him. Even though it won’t guarantee his alliance, it will grant her his high respect and some sort of sympathy

- Kakuzu is, technically, an asshole

He does have his moral compass, which includes a great amount of common social morality, but he also has that “I am working” state

Even though Kakusu has a set of professional principles, and he still acts accordingly to what he thinks is right, one and the very same situation can be solved diametrically different once the context changes from working to casual and vice versa

This, and him being very independent and quite antisocial, makes the degree of assholeness depend on various factors

This can lead to major conflicts of interests, and if they are possible to have any compromise or not is strongly attached to the circumstances. After all, both are very, very prideful and dignified people

- In other words, the only major issue for them would be morality questions. It’s possible to make the case acceptable for Anko, since both of them ain’t truly squeaky clean, along with Kakuzu being willing enough to watch his borders

- She is provident and doesn’t really need a lot of money on a daily basis, which is much of a joy to him lol

- *they both seek for the stable ground, first of all

Taking in consideration the life conditions Kakuzu had in his youth (despite war state, he still stably had family, friends, grand respect from everyone, home, warmth and food) and how terribly he was torn out of his secured social environment, I believe what he seeks through all his bounty hunt and other money-connected manipulations is stability. Sustainability he had back then. The only way to have it in the conditions of our existent world order is to have money (and a very good mind and luck)

Anko has indeed much more altruistic motives, yet it’s still not that simple. It seems to be, on the first sight, yet considering the “Orochimaru related cases” and her very wayward behavior toward them, it’s clear she keeps her own motives and needs in mind oh so well. The service she has is very well payed, it allows her to do what she likes or believes is right, and to have the living conditions she finds comfortable. And only here, relying on the made sustainable basis, she does what she does

- Thus, they both illustrate the principle “first help yourself, next help the other” just right

- She knows she can keep an eye on him, yet it’s clear for her that her influence isn’t borderless, as well as telling him off some stuff is kind of a not wise thing to do. So in the majority of cases, she never interferes

- This is not common, yet he can actually change some plans if the situation is serious and the compromise can’t be found. He is that kind of person who works on a further prospective, and in this context, this would be the relationship with his loved one

- While Kakuzu is quite conflicted and has very reserved controversial persona, Anko is both controversial, conflicted, and sort of two-faced, on top of that

She is a very sincere, cheerful and humbly honest human being, yet she has some darker natural traits of her character that became rather strong with age and traumatic experience. Cunningness, guile, ways-depend-on-the-case and a bit of ruthlessness, that is. Moreover, she has some unsolved personal issues, which makes her even more twisted.

Like, remember the time when she confronted Orochimaru during the exam? And Kabuto, on the war? Getting rid of them is indeed beneficial for Konoha, but it’s clear that for her it is personal vendetta in the first place. She wouldn’t have tried to do this alone, otherwise, because these two are rather dangerous ones, to say the least.

She uses greater good to cover her real motives (even though it is not truly complete bullshit), and seems to have a terrible habit to keep silence about really important things, which makes her quite prone to lying, in some cases

And sometimes it very badly pisses Kakuzu off, since it makes her prone to doing useless but dangerous shit too

Yet this not any kind of separate hidden side, it is integrated into her personality, and coexists with her bright one. That’s where her violent humour comes from, for example.

But Kakuzu, on the other side, is completely monolith individual, yet sometimes his mindset can create contradictions when it comes to something important to him. but it's another topic

And seeing these layered constructions, and motives, they can pretty finely predict each other’s behavior. Not super-neatly, but they for sure see the basis. This is what helps Kakuzu to prevent Anko from doing some stupid shit, sometimes

- Anko has a role of an indicator for the people who don’t understand and see the changes in Kakuzu’s mood sometimes, since she usually reacts quite openly. Yet, when she has the same unreadable mask of cold, or one of guile, it’s a nightmare for them

- They prefer the non-verbal way to show their feelings, even though Anko is obviously the more chatty one

- They don’t say things such as “I love you”, or other sensual stuff like that really often, believing it to be some sort of cherished words that shall not be spelled mindlessly

- Anko isn’t majorly into PDA, but she fancies it much more than Kakuzu does. She has her whole moments of studying something with her hands, whether it’s a hand, scar or face. He’s more into passive display of affection, like wrapping an arm over her waist or leaning to her or something of this kind; they can allow themselves to (not sexually) kiss in public though

- She knows he doesn’t like to walk hand in hand due to considering it a youthful thing, so there are times when she intentionally walks holding on to his sleeve; generally they walk separately in order not to bother each other, but sometimes they walk arm in arm (like an old Victorian couple lol)

- Being older and wiser, Kakuzu eventually upholds some kind of mentoring position, yet he never considers himself any kind of a teacher or master to Anko, believing her to have a good head of her own. He is just insightful enough to break something through to her or give a word of advise

- This, combined with his highly powerful demeanor, also makes him have the leading position in their relationship

- Anko respects him much enough to fortify this, entrusting with plenty of life questions (like organizing the family budget), even though they make the majority of decisions together. Mostly because he is truly wise and highly experienced individual.

- This makes him one of the very few people Anko would actually listen to and take their opinion in consideration

- So basically they have equal relationship with some tendency to patriarchal order

- And it is, really, mostly economically-based disbalance, with him earning much more than she does

- Yet they never have any financial-based issues, since both of them keep in mind and respect the contributions of each

- There is major power play here, too. He has the absolute might, she has seduction. Anko loves how he makes her want to submit to him, let him have all the power, so she likes provoking him. And she knows he adores it, loves the subtle control she has over him

- They don’t have conflicts in their everyday life. Each knows how to avoid pissing one another off

- He cherishes her playful demeanor, her intellect. Combined with her cunningness, it allows her to rival him, in social sphere. The way she constructs her phrases, the way she speaks, mimics, moves, how bewitchingly it suits her feminine snaky features makes his blood boil and heart melt

- Both of them, actually, have rather specific kind of dry, dark humour. Kakuzu’s is very cynical, satirical, quite often menacing and subtly demeaning; Anko’s is very sarcastic and quite dirty, even gruesome and rather violent

- Sometimes they “fight” verbally as a form of a play. In some circumstances they may sound pretty vile, so some unobservant people mistake this for display of hate

- In general, Anko is the one to heat things up with her playful demeanor, which can include provocation and rivalry, and Kakuzu is the one to keep this energy in borders, accumulating it up to much more intense states

- They both put the comfort in the first place when it comes to household. Everything must be cozy, useful, silent and super clean

- Yet they are both very unpretentious and modest, really

- She absolutely adores when he is showing his serious, severe side, or powerful demeanor. She finds it incredibly suitable for him. She also likes how his real age is sliding out in this or that way. Like, even though he has rather young face (that of 37-40 y.o.), his eyes give away that he’ve seen oh so much more than it seems; the grumpy noises and grunts he makes, the lazy attitude in movements and the way how rapidly he finds a comfy pose once he has a chance to take a seat

- They are both rather patriotic, yet while in the most stories Anko’s feelings mostly lay towards the country she lives in, Kakuzu’s more often lay towards some places, so called small motherland.

- Kakuzu actually could be a source of deep, strong admiration and delight for her, despite all of his bullshit. The unbreakable will he has, mighty burning heart, all the wisdom, talents and mind. Being sent to fight god damn Hashirama, clearly a genius of his times, financial & management genius at the least. And, still, after all the hard times he’ve been through, he maintained the very strong sense of dignity and nobility, even though slightly twisted due to the profession and abnormal lifespan

- And the very same things can serve as the source for her chagrin: with all those traits, he could have been so much more rather than a criminal. With all the gifts he’ve got, he could have been of great use to society. He’s much easier about this, since his prospective is much wider and embraces decades (and in some universes even centuries) instead of months & years, and he knows that he’d be switching sides throughout his life, being on this and that side of the law, yet he still is a bit uncomfortable once it’s brought up

- They are deeply into science, which makes them atheists. He’s into medicine and human biology, she’s into chemistry and reptilian biology; both of them are nuts for physics, history and psychology

- They solve complicated physical and mathematical problems together time to time. She is the first one to have tea-breaks due to losing her temper over it, he tries to figure things out right until you can sense the smoke coming off his head

- Actually, they do have a stumbling stone aside from job & morality complications. And this is Anko’s attitude towards Orochimaru

What she does is basically ruins her life very-very slowly, maintaining the issues she has and planning to make him pay for all he’s done

Kakuzu knows exactly what is really going on with this attitude and why, but he can’t really do anything about it. Like, he knows he can’t make her change her mind or put something into her head

All he can do is really nothing but try to explain how those things are working, and even this option is basically a landmine field for him. At some level she does understand that he could probably be right, yet she just refuses to go back on her mind. And this is actually really dangerous, so at some moments they can fight quite badly about it

- He’s scared shitless to lose her, though; especially like that, even though he knows clearly that he will, anyway, sooner or later

- he knows that losing loved ones ends up with sheer disaster for him, yet he isn’t afraid to pay such a high price for those six, five or four decades of being with her. Because these decades are that of a paradise ones for him. Wife and family, as well as stable job, incomes and life conditions, are some sort of physical definitions of sustainability he craves. Especially family, yet it’s far ahead to plan

- The fact that he will have to bury her one day makes her rather depressed, as well as the knowledge that the only thing she can really do about it is to try to bring him as much happiness and comfort as possible before she dies

thank you, i'd say more, but it's too much already

[charming-mage]

The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng

This is my take on my prompt The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

You know, I always wondered about Marinette taking care of Akumas while overseas. If she takes too long, she’ll scare her loved ones half to death. Can’t rush too much or else she risks losing her miraculous because of it. Since no one is aware of her identity, she doesn’t have anyone to cover for her.  Friends who are unaware of the truth will cover her for so long before they have to fess up.

In salt fics, the class usually doesn’t care where Marinette is on Gotham trips. Here, they give a shit.

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In which Lila messes with some signs and Marinette gets lost when she comes back late (via Kaalki) after dealing with an Akuma attack in France. 

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The two week school field trip in Tokyo was supposed to be an enjoyable experience. There’s booked reservations at classy restaurants, a fancy hotel with a big pool, shows, and tours throughout Tokyo. Lila is most looking forward to the fashion expo. If she doesn’t do something soon, it looks like she’ll miss out on that too. Marinette been missing for two days and Lila is already sick of it. 

All because she miscalculated in a spur of the moment plan.

“Marinetteeee! Where are you,” shouts a crying Alya. The girl spots a few tourists and shoves a flier in their faces. Nino joins in with his own fliers. “Have you seen my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Cutest French girl you’ve ever seen with a heart of gold. So kind she’d innocently help a stranger, unaware they’re a bad guy.” The tourists each give a half hearted ‘no’ before speed walking away.

“Walk faster Lila! Marinette can be anywhere.”

Lila puts on a concerned mask. “Of course.”

All this time wasted just because she moved some signs. 

She hadn’t meant for Marinette to go missing. Only to buy some time so she can guilt trip Adrien to be her partner for the fashion expo. 

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The day before, the class went to a big nature park. It’s notable for its many trails. The deeper you went into the park, the denser the trees are. They all partnered up and to her dismay she got Nathaniel instead of Adrien. The best thing about the artist is that he gets so into drawing the sights he doesn’t notice when she wanders off. It gave her more time to plot how to switch partners with the least amount of fuss.

During one of her secret plotting sessions, she heard a very loud conversation farther down the trail she’s on. Rose shouts for Marinette to not split up, and Marinette screams back a blatant lie about wanting to see a moose in the Relaxation Trial. Also to not expect her for forty minutes. Total hypocrite this girl is. ‘We can only be friends if you stop lying.’ Sure, and it’s okay for only Marinette to lie. Everyone else who does so is bad. Can’t even tell Rose you honestly want to ditch her.

When Lila noticed the Relaxation Trail sign nearby, an idea formed in her head. She ducked into a bush to hide. When Marinette ran into the trail and her map fell out of her bag Lila burst into action. 

It took a little adjustment to the multiple sign post. It wasn’t too hard as the signs on the pole were already a little loose. Just needed to switch the sign that led back to the meetup with the Reflection Trial sign. According to the map, the Reflection one is a winding trial leading to a dead end. Marinette would be forced to walk all the back as the park employees told them it’s easy to get lost if you go off the trial. Aside from putting some sticks on the map, it was left mostly alone as she wanted her rival to use it to get back to base. She may not have liked Marinette, but she didn’t want anything horrible to happen to her.

By the time it got dark, Marinette still hadn’t gotten back to the meetup point. Forty minutes had already flown by. Lila hadn’t noticed as she was trying to convince Adrien to switch partners and tell everyone it was his idea. If Marinette was here the noisy girl would have interfered. 

Rose’s cry of alarm got the others to find out Marinette was missing. The goodie two shoes wasn’t answering Rose’s calls. A quick check near the Relaxation Trial sign revealed Marinette’s map had flown into a bush.

The field trip went downhill from there. 

The police were called. Afterwards, it’s discovered the cameras in that area were down much to Lila’s relief. Even though she feels a bit responsible, she’s not admitting to anything. Even if she did confess, it’s not like it’ll help the police. Doing so will get her in huge trouble and gain scrutiny in her actions from then on. How will telling what she did help find Marinette? It’d be for nothing.

When it comes down to it, Lila’s self preservation is above Marinette’s well being.

Some good fun will keep her mind from unpleasant things. Too bad no one besides Lila is interested in the scheduled events. This is a vacation, so going to a few events is a must. The class just want to spend time searching for Marinette. The transfer student wouldn’t have minded hanging up missing posters or spreading the word. This class takes it to another level.

Every waking moment is spent looking for Marinette. Breaks become a treasured time. They walk many miles each day. Max posts missing posters in Japanese forums. Alya bothers the police for updates. Adrien even got Chole (who stayed in Paris) to pull some strings to get more attention in the local news.

Because of Marinette’s disappearance, they have to stay in groups of at least three. No exceptions. So if Lila wants to do anything, she needs to convince any group she’s in to go with her.

It’s more challenging than expected.

Day 5

"Hey guys, why don’t we take our break inside the museum we were supposed to go to? It has air conditioning and we can look at some stuff for a bit while we’re sitting down.”

“Sorry Lila, I’m not in the mood to admire art.”

“I agree with Nathaniel. Just doesn’t feel right.”

Day 8

“Let’s go on the sightseeing tour. We can look for Marinette while we’re on it.”

“No thanks.”

“Nah, a taxi is better as we can choose where to drive.”

Day 10

“.....my leg injury is acting up. It’s okay to leave me here. I don’t mind.”

“No way Lila. We’re not leaving you alone on a bench outside Universal Studios. What if we lose you too?”

“.............”

Day 11

Lila has had it with these people. Reservations and events have been canceled. Solemn, awkward moping. Refusal to do anything but looking for Marinette. The only event left is the one she’s been most looking forward to: the fashion expo. Through some maneuvering and sneakiness, no one remembered to cancel the expo tickets.

There’s no way in hell she wants to miss this event: a lecture by Edna Mode herself. There’s rumors circling the fashion industry the famous designer is going to explore a new clothing line. Along with finding a muse for it.

The previous class activities can be let go without much struggle. Not this one, though. This could be the golden ticket to a very prestigious job. Even more than being a Gabriel model.

There’s a chance things might go right this time. The group is filled by pushovers Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. As long as she stays firm, they’ll go along with her plan.

With the directions in mind, Lila manages to slyly maneuver the group to walk outside Tokyo Big Sight. The sight of the Edna Mode banners hanging outside the arena fills her with excitement.

Lila coughs for their attention. “Guys, it’s time for our lunch break. We need the energy to keep this up.”

Rose reluctantly says, “Oh you’re right Lila. Can you pass out our lunches please?” 

“Sure thing.” She reaches into the bag and whoops. There’s conveniently no lunch bags in there. “Oh no guys, there’s only water bottles in here.”

“It’s okay Lila, we can buy some food nearby.” Rose digs out her phone. “Hmm... I think there’s a cheap fast food place nearby.”

“There’s no need to look far. We can just go into the expo. They have to have some food near the entrance.”

There’s silence at her words.

Juleka narrows her eyes. “Why do I feel you just want to go to the expo?”

Lila is surprised Juleka of all people is calling her out. “No, no. It’s just, why walk more when there’s food right here.”

“Lila, do you not care about finding Marinette?,” a sad Rose asks.

“How could you say that? Of course I do! We worked so hard and we deserve a break. Marinette would understand.”

Rose snaps. “Understand? Every minute counts! We might never see Marinette ever again. She could be injured and alone, kidnapped, or worse! If one of us was missing, she wouldn’t give up.”

The fire in Rose’s eyes startles Lila. Never thought she’d see the bubbly girl break her happy persona. 

“No one said anything about giving up. Besides, the police are looking-”

“That doesn’t mean we should sit by and do nothing.” Rose tears up. “It’s my fault Marinette is gone. If I didn’t let her run off on her own, she would still be here.”

Juleka gives a comforting hug to Rose. 

Adrien speaks up. “I know you don’t like Marinette, but I never thought you would sink so low. It’s one thing if you’re not interested in helping. It’s another to actively interfere in something our friends care about.”

“I d-d-o care. We can pick up search after we eat.” It’s not like Lila wanted to prevent them from searching for Marinette. Ms. Bustier has forbidden anyone from being on their own. So she needed someone to be with her in order to do something. 

Lila spent so much time reassuring them, they missed the lecture.

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“---Breaking News! A French teenager stopped a missile launch by terrorists. Marinette Dupain-Cheng went missing during her class’ field trip. Miraculously, she disabled their base of operations, rescued a Princess, fought against pirates, escaped on the back of a deer, got their leader to surrender to the authorities-”

“That’s our every day Ladybug.” Alya hugs the TV with tears of joy. “Obviously she’d save the day while missing.” The reporter actually hissed when a stranger tried to tell her to stop hogging the TV. No one attempted removing her after that.

Since Ms. Bustier is currently with the police to bring Marinette back, there’s no one to reign in the partying classmates. Alix somehow convinced the hotel to give them a big complementary celebration cake. 

The only person not celebrating is an angry Lila. Glaring at her phone, the headlines riles her up every time she sees it.

Edna Mode’s First Baby Fashion Line

The Inspiration Behind the New Designs

“My godson is my inspiration-”

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Jack-Jack is Edna’s muse. Lol.

To save you a google search, this park mentioned in this fic is made up. It’s based on a bunch nature parks I’ve been to before. Tokyo does have parks and nature trials, though. In case you missed it, an attack happened in the late afternoon and Marinette got back at night (when it got dark) in Japan Standard Time. Keep in mind there is a 8 hour difference between these countries.

With this completed, I can finish chapter two of Dupont’s Worst Nightmare. :)

[alicemitch09writes]

first love

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

summary: You never forget your first love.

author’s notes: This is what prompted the many angst fics to come in my repertoire. I’ll just to slowly transfer some of my one-shots that are reader inserts here on tumblr.

twenty one pilot’s cover of ‘can’t help falling in love’ really helped me in the writing of this fic. It’s a favorite of mine I keep going back to when writing fics. Reader is a musician, who plays the ukulele and violin and at the time when I wrote this (back in 2017), I was learning to play the uke, mostly for fun.

also available on ao3.

disclaimer: i own NOTHING but the plot.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help, falling in love with you

 They moved to Tokyo when she was 8.

And at a young age, she was pretty much a timid and shy girl, always hiding behind her parents whenever in the presence of new people, especially when she was being introduced. She wasn't very good with socializing, always wary and scared that she'd make a horrible impression.  And of people, in general. People were generally scary, especially those she was unfamiliar with. She found solace in music, due to her father's influence, who was a music instructor at a university. "When words fail, music speaks." He'd tell her as they played 'Heart and Soul' together on the piano, her mother taking a video of them from the side. And a little while later, by some miracle, she made friends with the local kids – Tetsurou and Kenma. The two were an odd pair, given Tetsurou's loud and mischievous demeanor being a total contrast to Kenma's quiet and well-behaved and aloofness. Still, they were the best friends she could ever have.

 Years passed, and the three were inseparable.

Over time, the two proved to be more trouble than they were worth – Tetsurou, with his never-ending schemes and provocation abilities, and Kenma, with his indifference to the world so long as he was playing his games.

Nothing's changed much of her, other than her ability to keep the dynamic duo grounded. Also, she had her flair for music. Still, she was terribly shy. Though she has a voice, she chose to stick to the background, wanting to be out of the limelight.

Tetsurou would scold her, saying that it was a waste because she had a good singing voice. In which, would make her blush. Kenma would say the same thing even without looking up from his game console. But Tetsurou's words resounded, her heart beating like a drum.

    Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

If I can't help, falling in love with you

   It was the clichest thing to happen – she fell in love with her childhood friend.

She fell for Tetsurou.

For all his cockiness, his mischievousness, his peculiar affinity with cats (ironic that they attended Nekoma), and his atrocious bed hair – she loved it all.

Of course, she'd never tell him.

She doesn't have the heart to.

Neither will she tell Kenma, being the perceptive boy he was.

Plus, she'd have to go against a throng of his admirers (who made up of about half of the female population, by the way). There was no way she had a chance. And besides, who was she to him but his ever dependable, timid and adorable best friend?

When he bought her a ukulele on her 16th birthday – he knew she had wanted to try to play it for the longest time, she knew that it was simply out of friendship.

For a while, she became the volleyball team's manager. And for a while, she was able to play it cool with her feelings. This was okay, she thought, its better like this.

"This is my best friend, (Last Name) (Name)." he says, wrapping his arms around her neck as he hugged her from behind, introducing her to two players from Fukurodani.

The shorter of the two – Akaashi Keiji, smiles. "Nice to meet you, (Last name)-san."

"Oh! She's so cute!" says the loud boy – Bokuto Koutarou. "Are you sure she's not your girlfriend?"

Tetsurou laughed, chin digging into her head. "I've known her forever, that'll be weird."

"Kuroo, you're hugging her too tight." Kenma says with a frown.

Best friend.

That's all she'll ever be to him.

    Like a river flows, surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes, this love was meant to be

   It was rare to find Tetsurou at his lowest since he was usually contented with whatever happened. But they lost, unable to secure a spot at nationals.

So when she found him all by himself at the gym, she knew he needed to be cheered up.

Taking her ukulele from her bag, she started playing. Tetsurou looked up just as she started singing. "You with the sad eyes don't be discouraged, oh I realize" she kneeled in front of him, watching him with careful eyes. "It's hard to take courage, in a world full of people; you can lose sight of it all, the darkness inside you, can make you feel so small."

She continued singing to him, feeling her heart beat faster with every line. It was so hard seeing this down, it was so unlike him. He rested his head on his folded arms, eyes closed as she sang. He always loved hearing her sing.

"And I see your true colors shining through," she wished her words reached him. "I see your true colors, and that's why I love you."

For a moment, she choked up. Not intending to say those words out loud, but they were part of the song, and the way she sang it with so much emotion that the look Tetsurou was giving her made her nervous. His golden eyes stared deep into her (eye color) – filled with so much emotion, but she focused on confusion, probably at why she had stopped.

Regaining her composure, she continued. "So don't be afraid to let them show, your true colors are beautiful like a rainbow."

Tetsurou cracked a smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair playfully. "When did you get so cheesy?"

"And when did you become this uncool?" she teased back, slapping his hand away. "Are you feeling better now?"

Sighing, he leaned his back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. "A little, but thanks for coming after me."

"It's not the end of the world," she tells him kindly. "and after all, there's next year. Right, captain?"

The look on his face was priceless – clearly not expecting that. But their senpai had already decided, Kai and Morisuke were on it too, as was Coach Nekomata – before it broke into a grin.

His grin was the biggest she's ever seen.

     Take my hand; take my whole life, too

'Cause I can't help, falling in love with you

  Tetsurou got mad at her, saying painful words to her face.

Furiously, he turned to face her. She took a step back in surprise, clutching her ukulele to her chest. Then her instrument slipped from her hand, landing on the ground with a loud crack. The words coming out from his mouth were hard to bear, and she could just stand there taking it all in.

He didn't mean it really, but the stress and frustrations were just getting to him. She knew that.

"You know nothing. I never want to see your face again." He seethed.

When all was said and done, he up and left.

It felt as though the life was sucked out of her. She couldn't feel anything, she felt too numb to move. It only came as a surprise that she was still there when she found herself sitting on the ground, rocks digging into her skin.

Picking up her ukulele from the ground, she was surprised to find that it was still in one piece. Except for the scratches on the surface, and crack on the rim of the saddle boards. Funny, they seemed like an allegory.

Despite it all, the pain in her heart and Tetsurou's harsh treatment towards her, she found herself smiling. Hot tears streamed down her face, teeth digging unto her lower lip as if to keep her sobs in.

But the pain of it all was too much, she was only human.

Hugging her instrument to her chest, she allowed herself to cry, sobbing loudly, body shaking violently as her heart broke into smithereens.

    She heard that they had made it to the semi-finals, being one of the top four schools, which shouldn't be a surprise. Actually, it was secondhand information from Kenma. Right after what happened with Tetsurou, she decided to cut ties with anything associated with him, which was basically everything – the volleyball club, Kenma.

It was something she had to – no, something she wanted to do.

No matter how much it killed her.

           "Hey, let's make a little bet. If I win, you go out on a date with me."

"And if I win?"

"You won't ever see me again."

          Gentle strums silenced out the lull machines, the dripping of liquids. Faint scents of flowers and fruits hid the overly sanitized room, with walls too white and dull.

"But I can't help," her voice was quiet, low, eyes transfixed to her fingers on each string on her ukulele. "falling in love," a lone tear slips down her face, though a smile graced her lips. "with you."

In front of her, the television displayed the live coverage of the nationals - Nekoma won against Fukorodani, and then lost to Karasuno.

She smiled, hugging her ukulele as tears slipped freely.

The memory of the bet they made when they were younger came to mind, making her smile. That was such a long time ago, Tetsurou probably forgot all about that just as he forgot all about her.

"Don't worry, you won."

Now you won't ever see me again.

          He was surprised when they came back to school, she wasn't there. She was the first person he looked for since she was absent during the whole finals match. But she wasn't anywhere to be found – not in the library, the music room, the club room.

He had a promise to keep, and an apology to make up.

So it came as a surprise to him when his classmates' expressions turned grim at the mention of her name. Some had begun to cry, some looked away, nothing was making sense.

But one word was clear to him – cancer.

He turned to his best friend, who met his gaze. For the first time in his life, he saw anger in those usually stoic eyes. He knew then that he knew, he always knew. There was also pain, pain for his best friend's condition. And for (Name)'s sake, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Without a word, he ran, as fast as he can, ignoring the calls from his classmates, teachers, teammates. He had to get to her. He had to apologize; he didn't mean what he said. He wanted to see her, hold her, tell her he was stupid and an idiot-

           But he was already too late.

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. ∞

a/n: this made me tear up a bit ngl bc haikyuu always hitting us with ‘theres no next year for us’ typa bull like BLS TAKE PITY ON MY SOUL AND STOP TIME AND KEEP MY BOYS TOGETHER :(((((((

it has an infinity symbol bc this is in the future so there isnt really an episode number 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

the third years coming back to seijoh the following year for a surprise visit, and watching over practice cuz they were in town for break. being impressed on how kyo has calmed down (a bit), kunimi actually giving a sh-, yknow the deal. just the growth of their kouhai makes them 🥺🥺 but THEN- Y O U walk in with the team’s bottles n the small gasp that comes out of your mouth when you see them. they GAWK cuz you’re maturing SO well (stfu oikawa- my eyes up are here) and just 🥺🤲

SO LIKE UNLESS YOURE NEW TO MY BLOG YOU KNOW THIS FINNA BE A SAD ONE BC SEIJOH THIRD YEARS ARE MY FAVORITE BOIS AND THEM GRADUATING MAKES ME :(

oh god here comes the tears

so

it was something you knew was coming since yanno, third years and all that

but you were so sure you had more time left before it happened

didnt you just join the team and met them like yesterday?

nope love you met nearly a year ago

and they made quite an impact on you in the short term you were together

so during the day of graduation

it wasnt really a school day since it was mostly for third years and the whole ceremony but kouhais could come so they could send off their senpais

you already called each third year the night before, nearly 2 hours per boy, to talk to them and cry with them so you didnt have to cry during the day

but ofc

you were sobbing already when you saw your captain walk up and get his tube with the diploma inside

they tried to remain strong as they sat in their seats but a single glance at you and the team at the stands above, the tears were already either forming or full out slipping

i know yall finna beat me up for this but im not really familiar with the other third years in the team bc theyre not really shown in the anime or manga that much so i dont have a good grip on their character so can we pls pretend theyre not in here?? omg pls dont kill me though

the ceremony felt like a long time for the seniors but when it was finally over, they ran out of that building and yall did too and you bolted yourself into the arms of your captain

oikawa held you tightly against him and he didnt care about being seen by his fangirls, who were waiting outside for him, or the others who wanted to have you to them too

‘i love you, y/n-chan’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘mhm. i love you too, oikawa-san. i love all my boys’

YALL MY HEART IS BREAKING BC OIKAWA ACTUALLY MEANT IT THIS TIME AND YOURE STILL OVER HERE THINKING THAT HES JUST SAYING IT AS A FRIEND LIKE IM-

iwa ripped you away from him and your face was buried into his chest

but it didnt last long since the others got a little impatient and just joined the hug turning it into a group hug

‘i dont want you to leave!’

kindaichi sobbed and kunimi sniffled, holding on tighter to the backs of his senpais

even kyo was sad but hes a tuff boy so he easily hid that behind his usual frown and glare

after seeing their parents and reassuring them they would be home soon, you started your trek towards your usual hang out spot

the second and first years were walking ahead of you while the third years fell back in step with you in between them

mattsuhana flanked your left while iwaoi were at your right

the tears were now gone but sniffles still filled the area and everyone was still down in their spirits

you held tightly to the warm big hands of iwaizumi and the soft touch of mattsun’s hand as if you were clutching your life-line

but you knew no matter how tightly you held on to them, they would still go and eventually leave you behind

the ramen shop was filled with another round of tears as everyone realized that this would be the last time seijoh og would have ramen here

‘WE DONT WANT YOU TO GOOO~~~~!!!!!!’

kindaichi sobbed while kunimi aggressively shoved noodles in his mouth to hide his hiccups

you refused to eat because you were so sad that you were scared you might end up throwing it all up later so you settled on relishing your time with the boys

oikawa was busy talking to yahaba and telling him tips and tricks for next year while iwaizumi was consolling the others who were crying

that left you to harshly wipe off the tears and focus on the jokes that matsuhana were telling to help and lighten up the mood

‘think of it like this! you won’t have oikawa and iwaizumi fighting anymore!’

well,,,,,

that kinda made things worse

geez makki stfu!!!!

you bursted into full tears and you sobbed, loudly and freely

‘WAAAAAHHHH!!!!!’

you wheezed and then continued to cry

everyone flinched and got startled at the sight of you crying

theyve seen you cry before but not this intensely and sadly 

‘DONT GO!!! OU-OUR FAMILY’S GONE!! ITS B-BROKEN NOW!!!!’

you wailed

everyone is so used to seijoh antics that they didnt even bat an eyelash when everyone started crying

‘damn it, i was trying not to cry!’

iwa growled and buried his face into his hands to hide the pain in his eyes

‘come here, y/n-chan’

mattsun cooed while sobbing and you went straight into his arms and his arms tightly wounded around you

he pressed kisses on your neck to calm you and he whispered promises to keep you from thinking that you would be alone

the boys were all still crying even when you paid for them and at the exit, everyone wouldnt let go of each other

ngl it was a weird sight of seeing these boys just hanging on and hugging the others and you were tightly pressed against makki’s chest 

‘dont cry, y/n-chan. we’ll be here, always. just a 4-hour ride to tokyo’

he promised but you shook your head

‘--too far’

you mumbled and he was able to make out a few words and he laughed

‘i swear you’ll see us in a few hours’

it took a few words of assurance from makki and eventually mattsun and iwa joined

oikawa stayed back because he already wanted to walk you home and iwa knew you were the one that was the hardest for oikawa to tell his plans to

waving them good bye, you fussed and made sure everyone was not crying anymore

‘you text me the moment you get home, all right? and kyo-san, let the food in your stomach settle before-’

‘before i take a bath-yea i know’

he rolled his eyes but he smiled lightly before hugging you

‘go home now, y/n’

he pushed you towards his captain but you pulled away one last time to give each boy a kiss on the cheek

their lips trembled, especially the third years, and wanted to keep their tears in but they rocket launched to space

yanno that one part in season 1 when kiyoko told them to work hard and then they just snot-rocketed and cried

oikawa interlaced your fingers as you both walked towards your house and it was quiet

you were sus bc it was too quiet and oikawa would usually be either skipping, humming a tune, or just yapping his ass off

but right now

he was quiet, slouchy, and,,,, not oikawa

you looked up to see his face and you knew it wasnt just the graduating part

it was like,,,, he was nervous

you squeezed his hand and that got his attention

‘oikawa-san, whats wrong?’

he suddenly stopped and your linked hands caused you to also stop so you watched him stare down at his shoes and you blinked at him in confusion

‘oika-’

‘y/n, tell me to stay’

he,,, sounded like he was begging

pleading

desperate to hear you say it

‘why should i?’

you asked and he finally lifted his eyes to stare into your eyes

he gulped before further explaining himself 

‘coach got me a volleyball scholarship’

he whispered and your eyes widened before you launched into him for a hug and pulled back to cup his face

‘oh my god! tooru! a scholarship?! im so proud-’

‘in argentina’

he finished and your eyes dimmed, the lifted corners of your lips falling into a frown

‘o-oh’

you stuttered and pulled your hands away but he grabbed them, placing them back to his face 

‘but if you dont want me to go, i wont-’

‘NO! what?! tooru, its your dream! you and iwa-san wouldnt stop talking about that match with argentina and-and you want to go there! dont you dare let that slip away!’

you scolded frantically however oikawa’s face scrunched before he started crying

‘i-i can’t! y/n, i’ll be alone! its so far away! far from iwa, far from you-’

then you reached to your tippy toes and kissed his nose then leaned back with a big smile

‘no matter how far, ill always be right here. im always going to be here, waiting for you’

you mumbled and oikawa hiccuped then leaned his forehead against yours, eyes clashing that was so full of love and fear

‘then dont you worry, y/n-chan. oikawa-senpai will work really hard and he will come back and make you happy’

he whispered and you pulled him even closer to give him the biggest hug

‘im looking forward to it’

TIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIP

ONEYEARONEYEARONEYEARONEYEAR

truth to be told with guilty conscience, the third years havent really been in touch

yes theyve called and messaged but there wasnt a normal kind of communication, especially with oikawa

but they decided to go over there during a simultaneous week break for universities in tokyo and iwa, makki, and mattsun pressured oikawa to fly back to japan just for a week to visit

‘iwa-chan im so broke righ-’

‘fine, we’ll see y/n ourselve-’

‘OKAY FINE! HERE! IM BUYING THE TICKET NOW SEE?!’

bahahaha im sorry i love oiks so much its not even funny

they agreed to not tell anyone, even coach, to surprise you all and to see your faces of surprise bc mattsuhana are little shites and they love to mess around

it was a normal day during practice

yahaba was teaching some first years how to serve while watari was giving exercising tips on how to bend their knees without shrieking in athritis

kyotani was doing jump serves while kindaichi and kunimi tried to block him

it was a normal day

the former third years knew the ins and outs of the place and oikawa still had his keys of the gym since he never gave it back so they were easily able to sneak in

they sat on the bleachers and observed everyones growth which really blew them away and took them aback by how much they improved in little time

like kunimis actually huffing and throwing a mini tantrum bc hes so into it and hes mad he didnt get that block right

they also noticed the larger amount of new recruits and based on their practice, it looks like they would be in good hands for the next few years

however, the true shock settled in when this happened

kyotani cursed loudly when the ball hit out but yahaba scolded him for saying a bad word in front of the first years

‘kyotani, dont say that anymore! its not good to teach the babies bad words!’

he ranted and the college boys shared a look of caution and fear, bracing themselves for kyotani’s normal screaming and tantrum for being called out

but they were the most surprised when the bleach-haired boy simply glared at him and turned away to go pick up another ball to hit

‘did,,,, did kyoken-chan-’

‘was he just calm right now?’

‘oh my god iwa-chan kyoken-chan got abducted by aliens!’

I SWEAR TO GOD ITS LIKE THE CURRENT THIRD AND SECOND YEARS GOT AN OIKAWA ‘IWA-CHAN’ SENSOR BECAUSE THE MOMENT HE SAID THAT, THEIR EARS TWITCHED AND THEY JUST KNEW

THEIR SENPAIS WERE HERE

their eyes were wide and their attention snapped towards the bleachers where indeed, their 4 fathers sat

‘OIKAWA-SAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

kindaichi screamed and he NYOOMED towards the stairs but kunimi grabbed him by the collar

‘come down here, senpais!’

yahaba urged and coach and naoi shared a look of initial shock but then transformed into happiness

it was nice to see the family together again

they quickly turned into a dog pile with the hugs that were given around like kyotani actually giving iwaizumi a hug and makki and mattsun affectionately ruffling everyone’s hair

the other first years were just staring in awe at the legendary third years of seijoh that theyve heard so much about

‘everyone, these are your seniors!’

yahaba presented and the 3 third years became very flustered but ofc attention whore oikawa soaked it up

‘yes, hello, my little disciples! you are my legacy so work har- IWA-CHAN!’

he was cut into his famous line when his best friend bonked him for being too self-absorbed again

‘waaa, l/n-senpai was right’

some first year mumbled at the scene and their ears perked up at the name

‘l/n?’

‘where is she?! y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted and looked around

BECAUSE OF FATE

YOU AUTOMATICALLY MANIFESTED THERE

‘YES YOU CALLED’

okay no but you actually walked in just in time, carrying the crate of water bottles, focused on not dropping them so you didnt really see the others

they were silent not because they wanted to mess with you and see how long youd figure out that they were there

no

they were silent because of how BEAUTIFUL you became

you gained a few inches and your hair is now longer with your baby fat slowly melting away and you were also finally showing your growth with your body

the eyes that used to gleam with childish innocence was now mature and poised like a perfect lady

even the way you walked with a crate made it seem like a ballet performance with the grace at every step and the flowery aura you exuded

you have turned from a ridiculously cute and pretty girl to a beautiful goddess

AND YOU WERE ONLY IN YOUR SECOND YEAR HOW THE HELL ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO HANDLE IT WHEN YOURE FINALLY A THIRD YEAR?!

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF BOYS THEY HAVE TO WARD OFF?!

‘my god’

iwaizumi mumbled, flushing red and turning away to hide his fluster

‘beautiful’

oikawa whispered and he gulped, not remembering how strikingly attractive you are

‘have mercy’

makki whined softly, clutching his heart as it started beating fast and made his stomach feel all funny

did they act like this back in the day?

mattsun doesnt have control so he ran forward and you were just putting the crate down when you were lifted off of the floor and twirled around

so like yahaba waved off the others to go back to practice so its like not awkward to be standing around and see this happening

there was only one person who did this to you

‘mattsun-san?!’

you shrieked and you giggled happily as he put you down so you were able to hug him properly and eventually, catching sight on the others behind him

your gasp made them smile widely and you pressed a hand to your mouth to hide the shock and your overjoyed laugh

if they could take a picture of this and remember the amount of love your eyes held and the pure unfiltered happiness that swirled in those orbs

it was like they felt themselves falling in love with you all over again

‘oh my god everyone’s here too!’

you ran to them and jumped at the awaiting arms of iwaizumi and he was still the bara arm babie you remembered

‘i missed you, doll’

he whispered

‘hmmm,,,i missed you more’

he let you go and you skipped over to makki who engulfed you in his arms and you felt his soft brown hair because you remembered he loved it when you ran your fingers through his hair

‘youve grown! so much! you got even more beautiful!’

he exclaimed and you giggled, bashful at his compliment

‘hmm~, no i didnt’

he gave you a deadpan look and you chuckled before scurrying away towards the one you wanted to hug the most

he definitely got more toned and he got taller too

you didnt have any time to react since he grabbed you and squished you against him

‘youre here, oikawa-san’

he nuzzled his head against your neck

‘mhm, im here now, y/n-chan’

he placed a kiss on your nose and you scrunched your face but there was a big smile that was clear

then oikawa’s eyes trailed from your face to your,,, ahem,,, girls

‘jesus, y/n-chan really grew, huh’

he complimented and you blinked confusingly before trailing after his eye’s gaze and it landed on your chest and you punched him

‘urusai, oikawa-san! my eyes are up here! youre so perverted. pervert oikawa-san’

you pouted and moved to seek comfort in the arms of makki

‘hmm, oikawa’s perverted as usual. i think it got worse with all those argentinian women’

makki teased and mattsun joined to poke fun at their captain

oikawa whined and told iwa they were making fun of him to which his own best friend betrayed him and starting teasing him too

you simply watched on and your eyes watered, your sniffles catching their attention

‘eh? why are you crying, y/n-chan?’

oikawa asked while approaching you to wipe your tears with his thumbs

but you shook your head with a teary smile

‘n-nothing-just,,,, i missed you guys. an-and im so happy because its like our f-family’s back together and i just-i-’

you cried but it was out of happiness and their hearts warmed

ofc they felt guilty because they were aware that they werent as in touch as they shouldve been so you probably felt lonely and casted aside without any contact from your boys

but they know now to make sure you feel loved and cared for because as you keep saying, they were your boys

they were a family

seijoh is a family 

and you love them 

but they love you more

a/n: okay im sorry this is probably trash and all over the place and im crying and stressing but ive been writing in between my college alg homework and its been so hard like WHY IS NUMBERS SO HARD LIKE WHAT-?! but this has kinda been the baby of my break time and relaxing few minutes bc i procrastinate too much and i want to do something i like before i actually go insane and i promise PROMISE that once everything is cleared up i will edit this and im already working on the other requests so expect a few to be out by the end of the week or something like that!!