#naoya and his friends yikes

[lightlycareless]

a little preview of what's coming today. one request that's been sitting on my askbox for a while 😣

posted already :)

Naoya doesn’t like admitting it, and you’ll never catch doing so either—certainly not when it comes to you, the only person he’s ever tried his hardest to appear as confident, seemingly untouchable, above all problems regardless of their nature: a reliable man you could always lean on.

But the truth is, he still gets nervous. Very nervous, indeed. To the point you’d think he was about to attempt a life-or-death type of endeavor, not a silly thing! (it’s not silly, Naoya just says that in order to feel better)

“Do you want to watch a movie…” it’s how it started—at that point, Naoya wasn’t that flustered. Sure, he was excited to spend time with you, as much as any loving boyfriend would! If it were him, the two would be together, every day, every hour, everywhere!

“…in my dorm?”

It’s only when you say these words that he effectively becomes an utter mess, unable to do anything else besides allow heat to form on his cheeks, throat tightening as he squeaks a quick:

“Yes!”

Before going back to his class, to torment himself with what just transpired, and what wonderful things it actually represented.

Still early in the relationship, this would be the first time you and Naoya… saw each other in a more private setting.

Far from seeing each other at cafeteria to eat lunch together, training when the other’s usual partner wasn’t available, going on missions whenever teachers sought it necessary, studying if you didn’t get something from a class he already had (he’s a year older—before your being your boyfriend, Naoya was actually your senpai.), amongst other things.

In other words, his mind saw it was step forward in what he considered the rest of his life with you, and such statement brought him so much happiness, he literally couldn’t do anything else but spend his time imagining just what you had in store for him; undoubtedly something good, he quickly assumes.

Naoya prided himself for being quite reserved when it comes to personal matters, but such was his excitement this time around, that he was unable to hide it from his prying friends, the same ones that were always eager to tease him simply because he made it too easy, often entertained by his outlandish reactions…

Or amusing discoveries.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, Naoya?” One of his friends, Kiyotaka (probably someone he could replace with someone infinitely better, as you’ve once hinted.) says once taking a seat before him.

“What are you even talking about.” Naoya responds defensively, like he always did.

“Tsk, come on… you don’t really believe we’re going to fall for that, are we?” Another friend of Naoya’s, arguably of the same nature as Kiyotaka, Hideki, adds with a teasing tone.

“I don’t need to believe anything, you can do whatever you want.” He hisses, still avoiding the subject, if he wanted to push them away, he fails miserably.

Unfortunately, they knew it would only take a few more shoves to get Naoya talking.

And when it finally happened, oh, was he regretful he ever said anything.

“I’m going on a date with Y/N.” Is the sentence that pushes them over the edge, a smirk plastered on their faces as they seem to catch on to your “ulterior motives” way before him.

“Really? Where are you two going?” Kiyotaka asks.

“What do you care?” Naoya frowns, but they knew well to take his intimidation with a grain of salt. “…We’re watching a movie.”

“Oh, you’re going to the city?” Hideki wonders.

“No, not really—we’re staying in, at her dorm.”

With that, their theories were effectively confirmed.

“Oooooh, her dorm.” Kiyotaka teases. “Is that so?”

“What? What about it?” Naoya scowls, he never liked bringing you into his conversations with his friends for this precise reason—they always seemed to have something to say about you, or his relationship. And like the ever jealous, overprotective man he was, he simply couldn’t allow that!

But as experienced as he proclaimed to be, there were still things he had to learn, such as the obvious intentions behind your suggestion. So they were trying to hint.

“Come on, you can’t be that blind.” The other insists, Naoya’s frown (as well as intrigue) deepens.

“It’s so clear why she’s inviting you to see a movie in her dorm—” Kiyotaka continues.

“If it’s so obvious, then spit it out!” Naoya demands.

“She was to make out, of course! No, actually, I think she wants to do something more.” Hideki proclaims.

“Oh, most definitely! You guys have been dating for what, a few weeks? I’d say it’s long overdue!”

At the prospect, heat spreads across Naoya’s face, heart quickening as he carefully considers their words… before annoyance and jealousy overrules him once more, quick to demean them back, especially after they continue mocking him.

“Not that our virgin friend would know, too busy jacking off to anime girls— probably hasn’t even gotten his first kiss!”

“At least I have a girlfriend, losers!” Is what Naoya scowls before storming out the classroom and into the hallways, just before he did anything that he’d come to regret; their hyena-like laughs disappearing in the distance.

But nonetheless, their work was done, for their words would remain in Naoya’s mind for the rest of the day, those that were of any use of course.

Because jokes often harbored truth behind them.

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excerpts;

i have over 100k+ words in unfinished drafts/wips in my google docs. yikes.

in an attempt to gauge general interest + also to motivate myself in attempting to at least finish half of the projects i've started, i'm going to share some of the fics i think y'all will be most interested in 🤍 (and also because these are my usual first rough draft attempts, so these are just the best of the worst LOL)

as always, lmk what you think, what you're most excited for, and i'm always open to chatting about any of my concepts in depth 🤭

featuring keiji akaashi, atsumu miya, sae itoshi, tobio kageyama, naoya zenin, satoru gojo, + a plot that's still open for any character so tell me why ur fave deserves it (all with fem reader)

— brace for impact, keiji akaashi elevator pitch: rich college girl with daddy issues is roommates/put under the care of old-time family friend, 20-something y/o keiji akaashi

“I just don’t want you to waste your life away.” He answers, which is the truth. He really hates picking you up when you’re drunk off your ass, unable to defend yourself against the swarms of sleazy college guys that are attending the same party as you. He hates the fact that you’ve been raised — if the dozen father-daughter interactions you had with your dad counts as him “raising” you — to believe that money can solve all your problems. Because, sure, having money has gotten you out of many tight spots, but it wasn’t money that drove to a college on the other side of the city to pick you up, it was him. He has to stand here and watch you push the universe’s boundaries, trying to test your luck, to see if there’s a problem or a bad situation that you can’t get out of this time. You’re reckless and privileged and insecure and rich — the deadliest combination for any college age girl to be. You’re going to ruin your life before it even fully begins. It’s like your default mode is self destruction. 

“Not this speech again.” You sigh, shifting your body so that your knees are turned towards the door instead of him. “Y’know, Akaashi, you’re not my dad.” 

“Yeah, because unlike him, I actually care about you.”

You’re silent now, still staring out the window. He’s usually better at keeping his mouth shut, but it’s hard to do whenever you’re constantly pushing and pushing and testing his patience and he’s just so—

“—sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” His knuckles are white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. It’s a wonder how the words leave his mouth; you think the way he’s clenching his teeth acts as a formidable enough boundary. 

Actually, you think, it’s entirely justifiable. You’re coy, not dumb. You know when you’ve pushed Akaashi too far, and this is one of those times. And, really, you kind of — scratch that — you do deserve it. All of it. And then some. You’re irresponsible, and you drag him out to the other side of the city so he can act as your guardian, your protector, even though that is most certainly not the role he planned on playing. Honestly, you’re just surprised that he hasn’t left you out to rot like everyone else, and you’re thankful, you really are. But what are you supposed to say? That? The truth? Probably. 

You don’t, though. You just mutter some weak ass retort that sounds an awful lot like “you need to get laid” before staring out the window for the rest of the ride. 

— devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon (i don't really want that to impact you), atsumu miya elevator pitch: yakuza au but a healthy amount of porn and plot. sequel to this.

The first time Osamu Miya meets you, you’re unconscious, and he has a feeling you’d be grateful about this fact considering the state you’re in. 

Atsumu’s carrying you bridal style, and even in your sleep, you still cling to him. The sight would be almost sweet, but Osamu’s not an idiot. There can never be anything sweet in his dear older brother’s life. Even in the pale moonlight, Osamu can see the bruises and hickeys lining your neck, a trail of them that seem to disappear underneath your clothes (he wouldn’t be shocked if there’s a map of hickeys littering your skin). Your hair is sticking up at odd angles, your lips are swollen, and you are knocked out in every sense of the word. 

If the situation wasn’t serious (even without verbal confirmation, he’s well aware of how dire this situation is right now; Atsumu wouldn’t have visited him if it weren’t), Osamu thinks he would have made a comment about his brother’s rough handling. 

(He doesn’t, though, because Osamu knows all about just how rough his brother can get — after all, they both had the same upbringing.) 

“‘Samu,” Atsumu says, and his voice makes him sound like he’s worse for wear. He sounds like when he was fourteen and had his first taste of initiation, when a group of the strongest men would beat him relentlessly for thirty seconds and he wasn’t allowed to fight back. The crack in his voice is subtle, and even though Osamu rarely speaks to his brother anymore, he’s still a master at reading him. 

“Who’s the girl?” Osamu nods to your sleeping form, trying not to focus on the purple and red marks. God, he can’t tell if he, Atsumu, you, or all three of you are lucky it’s so dark. Osamu can’t really believe it’s possible to go out in public after a night with his brother; not without being on the receiving end of a few concerned looks. 

“I need a favor.” Atsumu ignores his question, which is typical behavior for him, so Osamu’s not entirely too surprised or annoyed. “She’s in danger, and it’s—” 

Atsumu grimaces like the next words he’s about to say are going to leave a bitter taste in his mouth. And maybe it’s because that’s his brother and they grew up together, or maybe it’s because ‘Tsumu’s always been a little predictable (or has Osamu just always been good at predicting?), but Osamu can almost mouth what his brother’s about to say.

“—my fault.” 

So, you must be someone awfully important to his brother then. Important enough that Atsumu would finally visit him in person after all these years (with barely any warning beforehand, too). Important enough that Atsumu would treat you so roughly (if the marks on your body are any indication of what you’ve been through) and still care about you so deeply. Important enough that he’s finally taking accountability, finally taking the blame for his actions.

He didn’t think it was possible, but Atsumu’s left him genuinely speechless for a moment. 

“Please, ‘Samu.” Atsumu Miya is not the type of person who breaks down easily. He does not beg, he commands. But right now, Atsumu sounds like he’s this close to getting down on his knees and clasping his hands together if that’s what it’ll take to get Osamu to help him. “You told me you would owe me after what I did for you. Consider this your repayment.” 

Apparently, you’re someone so important to Atsumu, he’s cashing in a favor that’s worth his life just to ensure your safety. Osamu can’t tell if that’s true idiocy or true love — then again, there’s hardly a difference between the two, is there? 

“Idiot. I would have helped ya regardless, y’know.” He means it. Every word. 

“I know.” And Atsumu means it, too. Because even if they’ve went years with little to no contact, even though they both belong to two completely different worlds, they’re still brothers. Which means that they also know each other as well as they know themselves, and Atsumu knows that Osamu can never truly be at peace until he feels like the completely imaginary debt he owes is paid back in full. 

The universe must have a taste for irony, though, because Atsumu thought that ensuring your safety and bringing his brother peace would make him feel good. Instead, transferring you to his brother’s arms allows the weight of the world to rest more comfortably on his shoulders. 

Osamu takes one last look at his older brother, and he’s not entirely surprised to see that his attention is on you, dark eyes staring so intensely at your sleeping figure, he wonders if he’s trying to commit your face to his memory. He’s worried about Atsumu. Sure, he’s got a whole entire gang on his side, a rather powerful one too, but ‘Tsumu’s never been the greatest at being left alone to his devices, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. 

But then Atsumu looks up at him, and Osamu feels like they’re both fourteen again. Trapped, vulnerable, in immense pain… But not alone, never alone. 

“Thanks, ‘Samu.” 

“Any time, ‘Tsumu.” 

(It’s the same words exchanged by their teenage selves years ago, whenever Osamu would help him clean his cuts and sloppily stitch him up.

To them, it was another way of saying “I love you”.)

— it always leads to you [chapter one], sae itoshi elevator pitch: literally the long ass, long awaited start to this series. if you listened to taylor's new album (ttpd)... yeah, that's basically the new soundtrack for this fic. do what u will with that info <3

A hard pill to swallow is that people never get over their first loves. 

It’s like, scientifically proven, or something. There’s been studies, you think. Not to mention that you belong to the group of people who have never gotten over their first loves. 

You’re aware that it’s probably embarrassing and should be something that brings you shame, but when Sae comes knocking on your door, infrequent, surprise visits that always catch you off-guard, you find yourself opening the door for him. 

(He has a key. He can let himself in any time he wants. You think he must forget.)

This time, he’s not knocking on your door, but he is waiting in the stairwell near the entrance to the floor of your apartment. He’s got a baseball cap on and a dark sweatshirt, and you want to tell him that everyone who lives here is most definitely getting shitfaced at the college bar you just left (the one whose only redeeming qualities are that it’s by campus and the drinks are cheap). He doesn’t have to worry about hiding his identity. 

You frown when he approaches you. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” you pout and complain about this halfheartedly, but it’s all for nothing. Sae never tells you when he’s coming; it’s almost like you’re just a spur-of-the-moment decision to him, which doesn’t feel right since the Sae you grew up with was always meticulous and purposeful with his actions. Granted, the Sae you grew up with left on a plane to an entirely different continent four years ago, and the one you have standing next to you now sometimes feels more like a doppelganger than your ex-boyfriend. 

He doesn’t answer, because of course he fucking wouldn’t. He waits for you to fumble with your keys; if you knew he was coming, you wouldn’t have let Akane convince you to take as many shots as you did. Now everything is kind of blurry and hazy, and your hands shake despite the lack of coldness you’re feeling. 

You delude yourself into thinking that there’s something of the old Sae left inside of him as he gently pries the keys from your fumbling fingers and unlocks the door to your apartment himself. 

Entering your apartment feels like traveling in a time machine, only instead of traveling back in time or to the future, Sae is entering a present-day parallel universe. This apartment, with its best (and only) amenity being a short distance from campus, could have been his. Could have been shared by the two of you, even. 

If he had stayed, that is.

Sometimes Sae ponders what his life would be like if he stuck around. If he had never had the ego or the audacity to want to see more of the world. You know better than to ask him why he never visits you when you’re on a holiday break from school, and he thinks it’s because you still know him the best out of anybody, even Rin. The truth is, Sae is too uncomfortable to come crawling back to his childhood home that he grew up in, the one he’s spent years determined to grow out of. He only comes back home when absolutely necessary — out of eldest son/family obligation. 

This college apartment, seeing remnants of a life you’re living that he doesn’t know much about (even though all he has to do is ask, and you would gladly tell), feels wrongly nostalgic. Like, the sweatshirt lying haphazardly on the couch displaying a big, fat Tokyo U logo on its front could have been his instead of your roommate’s. He could have played college ball instead of trying to get recruited directly to the big leagues. Sae’s good enough to get a scholarship. Even received a letter informing him that Tokyo U would be more than glad to have him, full-ride. 

(The letter resides in the back of his closet, crumpled up but never forgotten.) 

And, most importantly, you wouldn’t be looking at him like this. 

Even drunk off of cheap alcohol, you sober up startlingly fast when you see him. You shouldn’t give him so much power over your life, but he’d be a damn liar if he said he didn’t relish in the overwhelming relief that you still love him just the same. Nothing ever changes back home, and he says this with disdain, but when it comes to your unshifting affection for him, he figures staying the same can’t be all bad.

“Y’know, it always feels like you’re judging me when you just stand there and look at everything.” An intoxicated you is an honest you. If he wasn’t so determined to mask everything about himself, he would have smiled at your admittance. 

He doesn’t smile, though. He just continues to let his cold eyes roam across the entirety of your cramped, college apartment.

— an indentation in the shape of you, tobio kageyama elevator pitch: idol!reader who goes into hiding after a major scandal despite being the victim x pro!tobio who's been hopelessly pining after you since forever. now you're in hiding, but also living in the apartment right across from his.

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When you spend most of your adolescent and young adult years standing in front of a camera, constantly served on a platter for the masses to scrutinize during your most formative years, you get used to being seen. People’s eyes locked in on you isn’t a comfortable feeling, but it’s one you’re very well acquainted with. Watchful, judging gazes cling to you like a second skin. 

It comes with the job is what your personal manager, Fumiko Gima, tells you, right before she tells you to toughen up. You had been fifteen at the time and saw a blogger discussing how you were the least attractive cast member on the children’s ensemble show you starred in. 

All eyes are on you from this point forward. You really going to let them see you cry? Fumiko is not a nice person, but she is incredibly kind, in her own way. She’s the type of person who believes in tough love, all while claiming that she doesn’t even think love exists. 

You think about the disapproving frown on her face when you revealed your relationship with Kentaro Tanaka. 

“You think you’re in love with him?” Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Fumiko is barely seven years older than you. Her youth is evident in her flawless skin and shiny hair (both of which are maintained by very meticulous routines), but the flat expression she wears on her face makes her seem like a woman who found out the hard way that her thirties are not going the way she planned. You’re eighteen when she asks you this question, and you don’t know how a twenty-five year old woman can have such an intimidating aura, but you think that only adds to her beauty. 

“He told me he loves me.” 

“People like him and I don’t believe in love.” Fumiko makes a face; sometimes, she lets her poker face drop in favor of making a face of disgust, annoyance, irritation, or extreme smugness. Right now, she looks disgusted. “Well, I wouldn’t normally place myself in the same group as him, but our industries are pretty much the same. You don’t get to where we’re at because of love, that’s for damn certain.” 

At this point in time, you’re adamant that it’s love because that’s what he says it is, and you’ve never been in love before, but you know that it’s something great. You’re eighteen, and insecure, and he’s in such a powerful position — he could have anyone he wants, and he loves you, so he picks you. Maybe Fumiko is just bitter because no one’s ever chosen her. 

— angel of the morning, atsumu miya elevator pitch: historical, ambiguous war au ft. soldier!atsumu x the civilian sweetheart reader who nurses him back to health

It’s the thunder that wakes you first. 

Lately, you’ve been a light sleeper. Paranoia is a good companion whenever you’re a young, pitifully unmarried lady who lives alone. You keep a chair propped under the knob of the front door, and you no longer open any windows, scared that you’ll forget to lock them at night. 

Normally, it’s the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, or the creaks that come and interrupt the silence of the night (your parents used to swear that old houses just make those noises) that keeps you up. Sometimes it’s the neighbors next door; they like to get into screaming matches that seem to be so loud, they shake the walls of your home. 

It’s not your neighbors’ arguing that rattles the walls tonight. It’s the thunderstorm that the sweet old man at the farmer’s market warned you about. You be safe out, miss. Take some extra apples. It might be too flooded for you to go out like you normally do. 

You pull your blanket over your head, enveloping yourself in darkness but doing very little to block out the noise outside. The thunder seems to only grow louder, each boom punctuating the lightning that you’re certain is striking through the sky. It’s too loud. 

And rhythmic. 

You listen closer… Three booms in succession. A pause. Three more booms. After a minute of this pattern, the sound only comes more rapidly — louder than before, too. 

The loud booms — it’s not from the storm, then. 

There’s someone knocking at your door. 

You debate hiding under the blanket forever. Maybe this stranger will go away and leave once they realize that no one is going to answer the door. Besides, no one trustworthy is roaming the area at this time of night, right? What possible explanation could there be for someone to be stranded outside at midnight during a major thunderstorm? 

But the knocking persists. Whoever this stranger is, they don’t know when to quit. You’d be annoyed if you weren’t so paralyzed with fear. 

“Open up!” A muffled voice still manages to cut through the front door, traveling all the way to your bedroom. It only serves to make you more afraid; what sort of monster is waiting for you outside? The storm rages on, and the knocking won’t stop. 

What happens if this person is in genuine trouble? Would a murderer truly be going through such lengths to kill someone? A thief? 

Well, you rationalize, it’s not as if you have many items worth stealing. Besides, you have no family, no marriage prospects, and a dwindling stash of money with no means to make more. You’re just existing at this point, and you’re surviving on limited time.

So you make your way to the front door, cringing as one section of the floor creaks as you tiptoe through the darkness of your home. You highly doubt the stranger outside can hear you, but you still hold your breath as you peek through the curtains. It’s too dark inside and out for anyone to notice the movement, and all you can make out is a large figure. There’s a knapsack by their feet and hanging off their shoulder is a gun. 

The knocks shouldn’t catch you off guard by now, but one particular hard bang against the door has you jumping in surprise, away from the window. 

This stranger must be a soldier. 

There’s not a lot of fighting to be done down here. The southern towns have mostly been unaffected. Most of the war is being fought up north. All the southern soldiers write back home, telling stories about the cities they visited, careful not to mention the red that runs through the streets and the way the citizens will have to update the population count on the sign outside their City Hall. 

But still, you know what everyone knows — when a soldier, especially one from your side, shows up on your front step, you better let him know that this home is now his. 

You slide the deadbolt with shaky hands, turn the lock on the doorknob, and only hesitate for a few seconds before removing the chair that serves as your last barrier. He’s a soldier, you remind yourself, hoping that you’re not wrong. The least you can do for him is offer him a hot bath for leaving him outside for so long. 

You open the door, revealing a blond-haired soldier weighed down from the weight of his sopping wet uniform, his hair sticking to his forehead because his face is also covered in rainwater, and it’s now that you notice that he’s got one arm wrapped around his abdomen. His hand is pressing down on his side, and you don’t think the dark liquid coating his fingers is water. 

“Finally.” He says. “I’m First Lieutenant Miya, and I fight for the south. I am seeking temporary refuge in your home, and I require only what you can afford to give me. I–“ Before he can finish rattling off what he’s been forced to memorize for times like these, First Lieutenant Miya falls forward, his body crashing into yours. 

It’s been a rough day. 

A rough week. 

A rough month.

A rough life, really, but Atsumu Miya’s long past the days of whining and complaining about things he can’t control. For example, he no longer dwells on his father abandoning his mother right before she gave birth to him and Osamu. There’s still a bitter taste that gets left on his tongue when he mentions dear old pa, which is why, for the most part, he chooses not to discuss him at all. He can’t control the way the north and the south view each other; sure, the mandatory draft isn’t his definition of a fun time, but he honestly didn’t have many plans after school, anyway. He probably would’ve joined the cause, regardless of the law or not. It’s just… A choice is nice to have, y’know? 

Like, if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have gotten caught up in some ambush tonight. If only he weren’t just a lieutenant. If only his captain weren’t such a dumbass.

If he had a group to command, Atsumu’s certain that he wouldn’t lead his men into obvious traps, unlike some captains. But newly promoted Brigadier General Kita isn’t here to force people to listen to what Atsumu has to say. Kita has bigger problems to worry about, bigger troops to organize. 

Atsumu’s morning starts off bright and early with a five mile trek in the woods. The sky is overcast, and anyone with eyes is capable of predicting the storm that’s coming. Atsumu suggests building temporary shelter before the rain makes it too hard to walk; it’s already hard enough to navigate now, but Atsumu’s visited this town before, when he was a little boy. It floods easily, too easily. 

His captain doesn’t listen. Typical.

Around noon, they take a short break to eat. Rations are getting lower. Atsumu suggests that two or three soldiers turn around and head towards town to get supplies. His captain argues that their group is already small enough and sneers that Atsumu must be a northie lover since he’s trying so hard to sabotage this plan. 

The plan is shit, by the way. The captain swears his intel is good, that he’s just oh so certain that a troop of northern soldiers are planning to invade a series of small southern towns. They’re supposedly cutting through the woods to be discreet, and they plan on striking at night.

Atsumu thinks that the captain is just falling into their trap (spoiler: he’s right). There’s no way anyone would bother capturing small towns, just like there’s no way people ever want to listen to someone who’s just a lieutenant. Nobody thinks they have anything to offer, so it’s not worth the time to even pretend to care. These towns aren’t loaded with resources. They aren’t located in any coveted areas. There are only a couple of farms, but even then, they’re not big enough to justify wasting troops to terrorize the townspeople. 

But First Lieutenant Miya follows his orders anyway because what else is he supposed to do? Unfortunately, talking back comes to bite him in the ass because as nighttime starts to settle and the first drops of rain start to fall, his captain gives him a slimy smile before telling him, “Since you have such great ideas, Lieutenant, why don’t you go ahead and turn back into town to get us some of those supplies we needed?”

Well, Atsumu has a few choice words in reply, none of which will get him back into his captain’s good graces (not like he cares to be anyway). Atsumu can argue that it’s dark out, and no one in their right mind is going to be up at night. Atsumu can throw back his captain’s words and remind him that their measly team is already lacking in numbers. He can make the captain look dumb and ask him where the supposed enemy troops are at, since apparently they’re supposed to be capturing the town right about now. He can abandon the men, go back home, and enjoy a homecooked meal from ma. She wouldn’t care enough to scold him for being a dirty deserter; the lecture will come, surely, but she wouldn’t be too harsh with him. Atsumu misses home. He misses his brother, who belongs to a different troop. He misses Shinsuke, his former captain. He misses his mom. 

What he does end up doing, though, is biting back his tongue. He barely nods, clenches his teeth as he reluctantly says yes, sir, and treks off on his own. 

He’s about three miles in when the bullets start flying. 

Isn’t this just a lovely way to finish off the night, he thinks, before sprinting through the trees, weaving between them, trying to ignore how loud and how close the shots sound. He thinks he’ll probably go deaf by the time this damn war is over. A bullet narrowly misses his face, and then he starts to think he’ll probably be dead before then.

He can’t see. If he can’t see, he doubts the enemies can, either. That’s when he gets an idea. His legs are sore, he’s thirsty, and every step he takes is punctuated by a sloshing sound because the area is flooding, just like he predicted it would.

(Sometimes it’s a pain being right all the time.)

The shots are still coming at him in rapid succession, and he believes maybe it’s because they still think they have to shoot at him. If they think they got him, maybe they’ll leave him alone. It didn’t sound like anyone was bothering to chase after him, meaning they’re all probably perched in trees or hiding in bushes, shooting blindly into the night, hoping to land a lucky shot on a target. 

Before he can pretend to be hit, though, some bastard does get a lucky shot on him.

“Fuck!” He can’t help but yell out, the bullet piercing the side of his abdomen. A burning sensation begins to form on the spot where the bullet decided to make its happy home, and Atsumu can’t help but fall to the ground, clutching at the bottom half of his body. 

A minute goes by with no more shooting, and he’s glad he’s in enough pain not to realize that had he thought of his little plan of pretending to be shot sooner, he probably wouldn’t be in this predicament right now. 

It’d be so easy just to lie down and die. It’d be a slow death, sure. Painful, very much so. But no more fighting. No more captains belittling him. 

But if you die, a tiny voice in his head reminds him, it wouldn’t just be you that dies. It’d kill ma. It would ruin Osamu. Don’t be a selfish bastard. 

He allows himself only one more minute to stay absolutely still. He thinks the adrenaline pumping in his system helps to numb the pain, which is saying a lot, considering the fact that death would be preferable over this excruciating sensation. When he’s certain the coast is clear, he struggles to stand and keep himself steady.

He cannot die like this. 

Atsumu Miya knows better than to get upset at things he can’t control. He can’t control flying bullets aimed at him. He can’t control enemy soldiers; hell, he doesn’t even have soldiers he can control, enemy or ally. He can’t control a lot of shitty things that seem to happen to him, but as long as his heart is still beating, Atsumu Miya controls his own fate. He decides what happens next. 

It’s only a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, he rationalizes. He walks all the time. It’s not such a hard task. The storm continues to rage on, and Atsumu pretends he doesn’t even mind the water. He pretends that he’s not freezing. He pretends that he doesn’t care that his uniform is sticking to his body, making the dirty fabric cling onto him as if to act as a second skin. 

There’s a white flag in his knapsack. During training, they said to use it as a last resort. Die before you wave it, or something like that. 

He knows the intended use for it, but right now, he needs it as a tourniquet. He tightens the flag around his waist, using all his diminishing strength to get it as tight as possible. He can trick himself into thinking it’ll stop the flow of blood leaving his body, but at least it’ll slow it down. It’ll grant him enough time to make it into town and get help. 

He doesn’t choose the first house he sees; he chooses the one he likes the best. It’s nothing all too impressive — certainly not the biggest, but from what he can make out in the dark, it looks quaint. It reminds him of home, almost. There’s a porch with a bench outside and flowers on a window sill. It seems to glow in the darkness of the town, its paint a much brighter shade than the surrounding houses. A nice family must live here then. 

He knocks on the door, and there is no answer. Atsumu Miya did not walk this far with his life literally draining out of him to only make it this far. He knocks and knocks, and because he is too stubborn, even to the very end, he doesn’t quit. Someone must answer the door. It doesn’t cross his mind that perhaps this lovely family he’s envisioning might not even be home. It feels like ages since he first started banging on this door, and he thinks this might be it.

And then the door swings open, revealing a young lady with a certain glow about her. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking, but right now, you look like an absolute angel. His bright beacon of hope. 

“Finally.” He swallows hard, trying to remember what he’s supposed to tell you. The proper words are evading him right now. Honestly, even standing is a struggle now. He thinks he does a good enough job, but then he blinks, and his eyes don’t open back up after that.

— to the victor belong the spoils, naoya zenin elevator pitch: the dark longfic i mentioned abt borderline yandere naoya + how he basically slaughtered your whole entire clan and is going to force you to marry him because you have a cursed technique that will basically grant him invincibility

“Who did this?” You’ve seen Naoya so angry that his words seemed to shake the very interior of the room he was shouting in. You’ve seen Naoya so furious that he had everyone in his vicinity cowering in fear, scared to face his merciless wrath. Never have you seen him so enraged that he can hardly speak, the sentence coming out from between bared teeth; they’re discernible growls more than they are words, but his message doesn’t need to be understood in order to know his intent. 

Naoya Zenin is out for blood. 

“Tell me who did this.” He demands, hand gripping your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and stare him directly in the eyes. You know why he does this; he can read you like a fucking book. He’ll know if you’re lying before you can even finish whatever fabricated story you’ve spent forever formulating. There’s no point in trying to trick him because it’ll cause him to get angrier, and then what? Then, you’ll have the whole entire room’s blood on your hands. A massacre dedicated just for you. 

You hadn’t cried when he had taken you from your home. You hadn’t cried when you were about to be killed by that curse. You hadn’t shed a single tear despite the unfamiliarity of the Zenin Estate, despite the fact that you were forced into a marriage with a man you did not know, despite the fact that you’ve never been this far from home, suffering silently in feelings of isolation and despair. You hadn’t cried after all of that, yet now you’re sobbing? Now you’re here, struggling to stand on your own, clutching onto the material of his shirt as if he’s your only lifeline, dangerously close to burying your face in his chest and crying your little eyes out. He’s been angry more times than he’s ever felt any other emotion. He’s numb to the feeling of his blood rising, of his vision being tainted with red, of having nothing but sick thoughts and vivid memories of torn flesh and severed limbs surrounding him. This emotion isn’t foreign to him; it’s a part ofhim. And he’s angry, yes, but there’s something else that he feels when he looks down and sees you making yourself smaller, as if trying to use him as your own personal shield.

— balancing act [chapter one], satoru gojo elevator pitch: the first month of your bet will you and gojo inevitably get together <3 the start of this series.

You have what you order down to a T. You first started your tried and true method of restaurant ordering when you were but a wee little intern, too shy to go to town on a rack of ribs in front of your peers and bosses. Once you entered the city’s dating scene (which is actually Dante’s tenth circle of hell — it’s just never discussed because that’s truly how vile trying to find a good man in a big city is), you realized that there’s not much difference between lunch dates and client lunches. 

You have the obligatory greeting exchanges (“hi,” “hello,” “how are you,” etc.), the awkward smiles, the mental countdown going off in your head as you wait for the perfect moment to get right into business (“what do you expect to gain from this partnership?” — a line surprisingly used more often in your meetings with potential investors and clients). There’s the pained professionalism, the tight-lipped smiles, the napkin resting in your lap, the battle to maintain constant eye-contact. When you sit across from someone at a table, date or client, you don’t see the person; you see a goal. 

And you’re good at working towards a goal. It’s why you’ve always been the analyst your managers rely on, why you’ve morphed into the senior associate that all your juniors look up to at G&G Capital, and why you automatically figure that if you set your sights on a man only to have him end things, it’s not you who was at fault. It has to be him. You’ve charmed the toughest clients and built fantastic working relationships with the most well-connected M&A lawyers; if you’re this good at professional relationships, why wouldn’t you also be fan-fucking-tastic at a romantic one? 

All the men who have taken you out on dates before wanted to sweep you off your feet. An ex-boyfriend once admitted to you that you appeared so unimpressed at everything, it had become this fun, twisted competition with himself to see what he had to do to get a look of amazement on your face. 

“I can tell by the look on your face that you’re impressed.” Gojo says gleefully, holding open the dirty glass door so you and Utahime can walk in. 

Utahime looks like Gojo just slid open the backdoor to a white van and told her to get in. There’s shock with a hint of disgust evident on her pretty, doll-like features, and you know you’ve got a similar expression, too. 

The floors inside this restaurant — if the dingy, dimly lit shack crammed with small tables and rickety chairs can even be considered a restaurant — are sticky with decades’ worth of mystery liquids that have congealed into the half-inch thick residue that coats the floorboards. You have to purposely think about moving one foot in front of the other in order to walk because actual pressure needs to be applied if you don’t want your heels to become glued to the floor. You’re walking in front of Utahime and Gojo, and you end up choosing a table in the far back; it looks the cleanest. Briefly, you wonder if you’re allowed to be here, then think better of it as Utahime takes the seat next to you, and Gojo takes the one across. You highly doubt there’s a hostess here that’s dictating where the customers sit.

Especially since, upon one glance of the whole place, you realize that it’s empty save for you three. 

“Gojo, if we get killed, I hope they murder you in front of us first,” Utahime hisses. Her family’s so rich (and traditional), she’s never willingly been to a restaurant that doesn’t have a Michelin star. Before college, she’s never even eaten out at a chain restaurant. Being caught in a place like this has Utahime mentally spiraling towards rock bottom. 

“I hope they would, too. I don’t think I have the stomach to watch you meet your grisly end.” Gojo says serenely. Usually, he says things loudly, teasingly, gets all up in your face. When it comes to Utahime, he likes to play at being nonchalant. He’s been doing this to her for over a decade now, and it still grates her. 

Before Utahime can reply, the shaky voice of an older woman is exclaiming, “Oh! Welcome in! Have you gotten a chance to look over the menu?” The voice belongs to a short, plump woman with gray hair, a wrinkly face, but a kind smile that reveals yellowing teeth. She’s got a slight hunch to her back and nails with overgrown cuticles. You try to do a mental calculation of what you could buy this building for, to ensure that this sweet old lady never has to work a day in her life ever again. 

“You know what I want, Mrs. Kimura.” Gojo is giving her one of his signature dazzling smiles. “You can just double the portions today since my friend Utahime here eats enough for a family of five.” 

Mrs. Kimura lets out a throaty laugh. Utahime kicks Gojo in the shin from underneath the table. You’re wondering what Gojo orders from this place, and why does he order here so often to the point of them memorizing his meals? 

“I’m glad you brought friends with you today, Satoru. Meals always taste better when shared with loved ones!” She directs a warm smile in your direction, and you feel bad for returning it with your normal polite one. Tiny and brief. It’s more muscle memory than born from any real emotion. She’s shuffling away to the kitchen before you can try to summon a genuine smile for her, and Utahime’s phone is ringing, filling this near empty space with the tinny, anxiety-inducing sound of an iPhone ringer. 

She doesn’t excuse herself; just looks down at the glowing screen, grabs her phone, and heads outside to take the call.

Which leaves you sitting across from Gojo. Just the two of you. Just the two of you in a dingy restaurant seemingly run by only one old woman. The table looks older than you. The chair you’re sitting on makes a weird squeaky noise with any slight movement of your body. There’s no decor on the walls, no windows either. Nothing to distract you, nothing for you to feign interest in as you wait for Utahime to come back. 

You straighten your posture, try to discreetly look out the front door to gauge how close Utahime is to wrapping up her conversation, and find yourself with no choice but to look in front of you. All you see is Gojo.

He’s tall, you know that. Broad shoulders. Definitely not hideous, you can give him that much. You just feel shocked at how much space he takes up, how it feels like your eyes have to stretch to try to accommodate all of him. 

You don’t know why you feel so awkward, almost like a teenager going on her very first date with a boy she barely knows but still, for some inexplicable reason, wants so badly to impress. You can’t remember the last time you’ve ever felt this way, and you definitely don’t like this feeling at all. 

“How’d you find this place?” You ask him.

“I like to support small businesses.” He’s not teasing you, but Gojo has this bad habit of always adding a playful inflection to his words. 

“I hope you tip well. You look like their only supporter.” It’s not meant to be an insult to the painfully empty restaurant. You know how much Gojo is worth; when Itadori Googled “Satoru Gojo net worth” and showed the results to everyone, Gojo caught him in the act, looked at the top result, and threw his head back in laughter as he told Itadori to “add an extra zero and triple the number.” You think back to your calculation and assessment of the place. “Might as well buy the business.” 

“You make capitalism so cute.” He has to be teasing you now. You scowl. 

(He means it.)

— i wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed, satoru gojo elevator pitch: yandere gojo, royal au, nanny!reader... yeah idk what happened to this fic either, just that it was depraved and i wish i wrote more to share LOL

You’re acutely aware of the noise you’re making, every huff and small, desperate gasp for breath only further betraying your location, but you can’t find it in you to care.

You know, deep inside your pounding, frightened heart, that it doesn’t really matter how fast or how far you run. 

I will always find you.

Just the mere thought of him is enough for you to ignore the ache in your legs and push forward. If you can find the exit, if you can just see the daylight, surely you’d be able to—

You stop in your tracks.

There are two paths: one right, one wrong. Left or right? Freedom or imprisonment? 

There’s no time to waste, but you can’t make a choice. Which decision would be the right one? Surely either route would still be able to lead you to the exit, right? The sharp snap! of a branch being trampled on leaves you even more frightened. Without thinking, you take a left.

— i think you're too divine for my human mind, undecided elevator pitch: rough around the edges but w a heart of gold underground fighter!character x ring girl!reader. i think this was gonna be for bakugo LMAO but i do not have bnha brain rot so maybe a bllk or jjk or hq boy... NO ONE SAY ATSUMU I DON'T WANNA GIVE IT TO ATSUMU

The couch seems to shift with his weight, and you swallow hard, staring straight ahead at the same cement wall you’ve been staring at for the last ten minutes because you’re still too much of a fucking wimp to navigate this area by yourself. 

Despite the two of you sitting at opposite ends of the couch, there’s only about one foot of space separating his knee from yours. You suppose that he gets away with the manspreading since he probably has no qualms with punching anyone who voices their offense. After witnessing just how brutal the infamous [ring name nickname] can get, you know that you’re definitely not going to be the one to say shit to him. You can’t even look at him.

Where the fuck is your sister? You have your arms crossed, covering your torso, and you think you must have subconsciously pressed yourself as far back into the couch as you possibly could. Everything about you must scream out “she wants to disappear!!!”, and the worst part of it all would be the fact that it’s the truth. You knew coming down here would be a bad idea, and the sinking feeling of regret is practically solidifying itself into your stomach. You think you could throw up. 

“Hey,” a voice — a deep voice, scratchy and low and so scarily close to you — breaks the silence. “You must be…”

Of course, you’re used to it by now. Always being referred to as “Akemi’s little sister” no matter the situation, the person, the setting. It makes sense, you rationalize. Everyone knows Akemi. And so, by extension, they must know you — her shadow, her little sister. 

“...helped out Sakura.” 

“What?” You don’t know anyone named Sakura, but you finally turn your head to properly look at him as you answer. He’s got on a white shirt now, incredibly form-fitting, and he’s staring right back at you. You're quick to meet his eyes before getting too nervous and focusing on the space just below his eyes. Then, that becomes too close to eye contact for comfort, so you settle for staring at his jaw. It’s a nice jaw. Sharp. He could probably cut you with it if you contradict any of his statements, so maybe you should pretend to know this Sakura girl. 

“You must be the girl that helped out Sakura.” He repeats. He says it slow and almost carefully, like he thinks you must be some sort of idiot who can’t comprehend the most basic of statements. “Gave her your jacket.” He clarifies, and it makes sense. The girl with the hot pink colored hair must have been Sakura. 

“Yeah.” You nod. 

“So why are you here?” 

“Huh?”

“Y’know… Pretty girls like you don’t normally end up here without a reason. So what’s your reason?”

He says it so casually, throwing it out there as easily as a punch. He probably means nothing deep by it, probably doesn’t even realize the fact that it is a compliment. 

He called you pretty.

“My sister.” You answer, finally looking away at him to look down at your hands that have settled nicely into your lap. Your cheeks feel a lot warmer than they did a second ago. You decide to blame this as a result of too many sweaty people in one basement. 

“She a ring girl?” 

“She’s dating a fighter here.”

“And you?”

“What about me?” 

“Are you dating a fighter here, too?” 

You look him properly in his face after that comment, almost resisting the urge to laugh. Fear that he’ll get offended and smack you into the floor stops that reaction. Instead, you stare at him, slightly surprised, lips almost curled up into an amused smile at just how unbelievable it would be for you to date anyone like him. 

“You finally did it.” 

“Did what?” 

“Look at me.” He holds eye contact, almost as if he’s trying to challenge you into looking away. “I don’t bite, y’know.” He smiles, showing off a surprisingly straight row of white teeth, not a single tooth missing despite the nature of his… job. “It’s against the rules.”

Yeah. Because [character], the fucking [ring name nickname], looks like the type of man who follows the rules.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

The P1 Drama experience:

Brown is making too many jokes about kissing Naoya(Yuuya) for this to be straight.

I wish I had recorded myself when Reiji walked in. I tell you, the wheeze I whooze when the music abruptly changed sure was something.

Kei Nanjo is what would happen if Byakuya Togami was written as likeable from the start. He has a heart of gold, but he would DEFINITELY be one of those guys who posts business-sigma male posts... until his friends bully him into erasing them.

Speaking of... stop bullying Nate, guys! He deserves it, but still 😭😭😭

BRUH, THEY'RE STILL BULLYING HIM!

STAHP! HIS DAD IS RIGHT THERE

F-flashbacks of everyone as babies 🥺

Wait, now that I think about it, Yuka was the only one who wasn't there with Naoya when he woke up. Did everyone see their classmate collapse after playing a dubious game and go "oh, shit. We got to take him to the nurse's office!" while Yuka went "yikes, imma go shopping". Like???

The way everything started, it could easily make for a Zombie Apocalypse AU.

NOOO, DON'T SEND ELLY AWAY! I LOVE HER!

Kandori: CHILDHOOD-TRAUMA-BEAM, GO!

Why did Yukki and Elly have to go? I wanted to see them as babies too!

[jthebeauty]

Dishes of Punishment.

Pairing: Step-dad! Naoya x Step-daughter! Reader

Genre: Smut, Modern Day AU

Rating: 18+, Explicit - Minors & Ageless Bios DNI!

DISCLAIMER: I do not defend Naoya’s actions in the manga or anything of that nature. I am simply a writer — that’s all.

Summary: Naoya hates your boldness. When you deliberately ignore his orders regarding the dishes, he takes matters into his own hands to make sure you never disregard his orders ever again.

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT — NONCON STEPCEST, Reader is an Adult in College, Biting, Choking, Coercion, Cursing, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Face Fucking, Fighting (Verbal & Physical), Gagging, Hair Pulling, Heavy Misogyny & Sexism, Humiliation, Implied Age Gap, Infidelity, Manhandling, Mentions of Breeding & Death, Restraints, Sadism, Size Difference, Slapping, Spanking, Spit, Unprotected Sex, Pull Out Method.

Word count: 6.5k

Credit: Naoya’s Jujutsu hub pfp is made by Shimeko_45133 on Twt — I got permission to use it!

A/n: This fic is my entry for the Jujutsu Hub collab, coordinated by the amazing @suna-reversed! If you haven’t done so, please go through the masterlist & support the other writers who participated in this fun event! Thank you Vee for not only creating this collab, but also allowing me to participate in it!​ Thank you all for reading & take care! ♡

“Yeah, no— no, I said I’ll be there in about like... twenty or thirty,” you reassure. “Imma grab my keys ‘n dip.”

Nobara clicks her tongue in annoyance. “We’re going to Balenciaga first, then.”

“Woah, woah, I thought we settled on g-”

“I’m getting the Ville XXS Top Handle Bag today,” she interjects. “Y’know, someone could have their hands on the second last one right now as we speak.”

“If you’re that concerned, then fine,” you sigh, sliding your legs into your denim jeans. “As long as we get my sweaters right after.”

“Well, as long as I get my bag, then we’re good— no problem! Call me when you’re like five away or so, ‘kay? I’m finishing up here.”

“Alright, I’ll get to driving as soon as I find my ke-” you freeze, eyes widening as you stare at the entire surface of your desk. “Holy shit, Naoya might have them, actually.”

“Yikes…” an awkward moment of silence passes between you two. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get them back, but... y’know? The purse and whatnot.”

Regardless of her current mini-tantrum over a purse, Nobara is a fantastic friend. She’s stylish, cute, and a ride-or-die. She has always admired your strength and independence ever since the day you met her. It’s thanks to your similar personality traits why you two are best friends in the first place. In addition to her unique character, she’s always willing to listen to your vents about Naoya— big or small.

Of course, she knew you invariably told the truth. Still, everything wasn’t 100% confirmed until she came over two months ago for movie night and met Naoya for herself. Although their interaction was very brief, it was sufficient for Nobara to avoid repeating the experience. To say the least, she definitely wasn’t a fan of the bastard. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that your sweet, kind mother settled for a controlling piece of shit like him.

“I’ll figure it out,” your eyes glance over at the empty spot on your desk. “Damn, he must’ve taken them this morning while I was in the shower,” you mutter more to yourself than to your best friend.

“Double yikes… best-of-luck!” She quickly utters. “Don’t forget today’s main goal, my purse!”

“I mean, how could I forget now?” you mumble, slightly breathless from tugging and hauling your belt loops upwards. “Knowing him, it’s probably something small, and he wants to be a dick head about it just because he can.”

“You want me to come over there and fuck his shit up with my hammer? I’ll get my hands dirty if that motherf-”

“I’ll handle it,” you fight back a laugh, the smile in your voice unmistakable. “Just sit tight, ‘kay? I’ll call you when I’m about five away.”

“I’ll-”

“Shit,” you accidentally hang up before Nobara finishes her sentence. It was probably about the bag anyways.

On your wooden desk, you retrieve your stained coffee mug from its coaster. Cup in hand, you do a full 180 to face your full-body mirror on the wall, taking one last glance at your outfit. With pursed lips, you lean closer to the reflective glass and sigh through your nose. A headache- no, a migraine, is bound to transpire by the time you finish speaking with Naoya.

“I fucking hate this guy,” you mumble, grabbing your bag off the hardwood floor.

Lightly jogging down the stairs, you set your bag on the last step of the staircase. You quickly scan the area before heading over to the sink in the kitchen— two of your senses vigilant for your mother’s husband. Slowly, you place your mug in an empty space beside the other grimy stacks of dishes, careful not to cause any clatter.

Upon turning around to leave, you’re greeted by the last person you’d want to see right now. But you have no choice this time— he has what’s rightfully yours.

Naoya leans against the doorframe, clad in nothing but grey sweatpants. He’s somewhat breathing heavily; his forehead down to his waist coated in a light sheen of perspiration. By the looks of it, he went for a run while you were in the shower.

“What the actual fuck,” you clutch at your chest, hand over your thumping heart. “You’re a real dick head, you know that?”

Of course the sly bastard is aware, tell him something he doesn’t know. This is always the case when he wants to speak with you (without your mother around). Unlike the ‘normal’ step-dads in TV shows, he never knocks on your room door before entering— let alone asks you how your day went.

Whenever your mom is around, Naoya often distances himself and runs errands, ensuring your mom doesn’t get suspicious of any bad blood— it’s pleasant.

But without your mother around, conversations are never worthwhile; a prime example being right now.

“Where are you off to dressed like that? The sink isn’t clean.”

“Out to places, it’s not really your business,” you dismiss, rolling your eyes. “You took my keys off my desk?”

“Ah, you mean...” Naoya reaches into his left pocket, slowly pulling your keys out before raising them at eye level. “These?” he teases with a smirk, swinging them by your lanyard like a pendulum.

You stare directly into Naoya’s eyes as the several pieces of brass sway left to right, chiming from colliding with each other.

“Yeah,” you stretch a palm out. “You can give them back now.”

“You know, I was waiting for you to ask me about them,” Naoya runs his tongue across his bottom lip. He then shakes his head in disappointment, placing your keys back into his pocket. “I told you to wash the dishes last night, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, exactly. That’s the problem. You didn’t ask me.”

“Ask?” he interrogates, unable to hold back a peart laugh. “You think I need to ask you to wash the fucking dishes?”

“I mean, do you really think I-”

“No, do you really think I need to ask you to do shit ‘round here?” Naoya halts your question with a question of his own. “Especially when both you and your mother live in my house? That’s more of the important question, sweetheart.”

You shudder at the last part of his sentence, vexation quickly starting to pool in from your head to the rest of your body. Yes, it is in fact, Naoya’s house. Yes, both you and your mother live there— but you’re only there to save money while attending college. If it wasn’t so expensive to comfortably live alone, you would’ve packed your bags months ago and never return. You’re an adult, your mom would be just fine without you… right?

Still, the bastard has no right to order you around like some dense maidservant. Who the fuck put a gun to his head and told him to marry your mom? No one!

“Keep thinking I’ll wash them then. In fact, you might as well tell my mom to wash them when she gets back from work,” you sneer. “She’s your wife, no?”

“I’m telling you to wash them and do it right. now.”

“And I’m telling you,” you point a finger for emphasis. “I’m not going to do shit for you until you learn some respect. I really hope you don’t talk to my mom like this since she lives with you too.”

“Y’know why all of this is happening right now?”

“Because you’re an entitled piece of shit who thinks you can tell me what to do all the time?”

“No, it’s because you haven’t made the connection yet,” he pokes at his temple. “You don’t have any fucking manners either.”

What fucking connection? And how dare he even begin to talk to you about manners? The sweaty bastard can’t even ask you to do something with a ‘please.’

“No, you fucking dumbass!” you throw your arms up. “It’s because last time I checked, I’m not your fucking child! Not because of some fucking ‘connection’!” you make air quotes with your fingers.

“Lower your voice when speaking to me.”

With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes and count to three, steadying your breaths. Upon reopening your lids, you cross your arms and shift your weight to the other hip.

“Give me my keys,” you utter, your voice calm and soft.

“Wash the dishes first.”

Bloody hell.

“I really don’t have time for this,” you kiss your teeth, glancing at your bag on the stairs behind his tall frame. “My last name ain’t Zen’in. I don’t have to take shit from you.”

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow, smirking amusingly. Sass from any other woman probably would’ve had Naoya fuming by now, but there’s something about you that makes him want to give you a pass for now. Perhaps your sass is perceived as something more playful rather than disrespectful? Who knows? Only he knows.

His patience forever remains thin though.

“I have places to be,” you rub your palms on your jeans, smoothing out the small waves of wrinkles before straightening up. “I don’t care anymore, keep the fucking keys. I’ll just take the bus at this point.” You take two steps forward to the stairs, attempting to get around him.

Naoya’s large hand shoots out to grab your forearm, restraining you from fleeing the kitchen. Your head quickly snaps upwards to his face. The smirk that was once there a few seconds ago, is long gone now.

Not only did he try to talk to you about manners earlier, but now he’s putting his hands on you? The bastard has officially lost his god damn mind.

“Let g-”

“Did I say you could leave?” his sharp eyes meet yours, irises slowly darkening with rage and annoyance. “Didn’t you learn any manners from your mother? How to not only clean up after yourself— but after the entire household you live in? How to obediently listen to a man when he speaks to you? How to be a fucking woman?”

“How to be a woman? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“If I were you, I’d be very careful of who I’m talking to right now.”

“Fuck that!” you jerk your arm. “Let go of— ouch!”

“I told you to lower your voice, didn’t I?”

Once more, you attempt to retrieve your arm from Naoya’s tight hold, pushing and drubbing at his clammy chest with your free hand as hard as you can. Naoya rolls his eyes and swiftly pulls you flush against his front. His free hand snakes around your waist and squeezes it, holding you in place.

“Stop moving,” Noaya says through clenched teeth.

“Let go of me!” you angrily cry out, nails scraping the skin of his lower back. “It fucking hurts!”

“It fucking hurts,” he mocks with pouty lips. “You know it doesn’t since you’re so tough right?”

Oh, but he knew it hurt. It even sparked something within him as he watched you hopelessly tussle and brawl against him.

“What about my feelings? Don’t you have a heart?” he sneers. “I really thought we’d get along well, gave you enough space ‘n everything.”

“Fuck you and your feelings!” this time, your nails dig into the muscle of Naoya’s lower back, but he doesn’t seem to be fazed by it. “Don’t give a shit.”

“Fuck me? So much profanity in your vocabulary. Not very lady-like,” he tsks. “But since you’re so demanding, how can I refuse?” Naoya’s lips slowly alter into another wicked smirk.

It’s obscure how someone like you could have the guts to stand up to someone like him. How did your mother manage to raise such a bold daughter, yet it appears that she as his wife listens to every word he says?

But does it even matter at this point when Naoya has plans to make sure that this never happens again? To make sure that you never even think to argue with him again? At this point, you’re too deep to even turn back. Hopefully, Nobara can forgive you if all fails with today’s plans.

In a matter of a few nanoseconds, his brain generates obscene thoughts. Shall it be the kitchen counter? Or better yet— should it happen at the spot where you should’ve been last night?

And since you two are practically pressed together, you’re forced to feel the result of his perverted thinking.

“You make me sick,” you glare at him. Your arm may be slowly growing numb to the feeling, but deep down, you’re slowly losing the will to continue this senseless fight with him. “Let go.”

“Go wash... the fucking dishes,” his grasp on your arm still tenacious. “Or we’ll do more than just dance here. I can promise you that, sweetheart.”

“Wash them your fucking self,” you scoff, looking away at the window. “Taking my keys over some fucking d-”

Naoya reacts quickly, removing the hand around your waist to shove two large fingers into your open mouth. You make a sound between a shriek and a gasp in response, staring up at him with wide eyes.

The hand that he used to hold onto your forearm quickly replaces his other hand, keeping you fixed against the anterior of his brawny, mesomorph body. Naoya squeezes your waist again, this time his four fingertips rhythmically tapping against your side one by one as he grows impatient.

“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence or biting me, yeah?” he lightly thrusts the thick digits against your tongue, pushing them deeper into your wet aperture. You squeal and frown at the salty, brackish taste of them, tempted to bite his fingers. “God, you talk so fucking much for a woman your age. I can’t stand it.”

You start to gag while rustling against Naoya’s front, attempting to push his large frame away and create some distance between you two— but it’s pointless. He doesn’t budge one bit.

“It’s hard for you to keep quiet, huh?” he gives you a pitiful laugh. “Maybe I do like talkative women in some cases.”

Although it feels like a decade, it’s only been about six months of living under the same roof as your mother’s husband.

From the first week, the two of you had clashed heads more frequently than before he married your mom. As pleasant as it was living only with your mother back in your small apartment, it was nice to finally have your own room with much more space to work with it. Not only that, but there’s more room in general throughout the whole house. There’s a pool in the backyard, a basement where you can do as you please; watch movies on your projector or workout. For goodness sake, you have your own king-sized bed, bathroom, and walk-in closet!

But is a bigger room within a big ass house really worth the bullshit and headaches you put with at least once a week?

“I think I’ve been more than patient with you now, don’t you think so too?” Naoya gazes down at your staggered face, oh-so-generously giving you a few seconds to give some sort of reply around his fingers. “I asked you a question, so I expect an answer— almost immediately.”

Naoya retrieves his glistening fingers from your agape mouth, creating a thin string of saliva that’s connected to both your bottom lip and his fingertips. He then firmly places his hand back on your waist, awaiting your answer with curious eyes.

You promptly clear your throat, panting at sudden removal. You grin at your step-dad’s stupid face, using the back of your dominant hand to wipe the dribble from the corners of your mouth and chin.

“I think you should go to hell,” you quickly accumulate saliva in your mouth, head tilting back to aim for his face. You swiftly hawk it in his direction, hoping it’d at least reach the fucker’s nose.

But instead, your spit lands on his tense neck— right at the adam’s apple. You smirk in satisfaction anyways, watching as the spittle speedily makes its way down between his pecs due to the force of gravity.

Fuck you, Naoya.

“Nasty, nasty bitch,” he huffs. “I’ve lost my patience with a brat like you.”

Naoya’s hands abruptly leave your body to wipe the spittle off his neck and chest. You take this chance to escape, rushing toward the steps.

But before both of your feet could leave the floor, you’re met with brute force— a force that wasn’t present from before. The motion happens quickly, leaving you flat on your butt and your shoulders with an odd lingering feeling of soreness.

The sudden impact to the cool, rigid floor tiles causes you to momentarily clutch at the front of your head. You open your eyes and redirect your focus above to see blurred clones of the brawny man approaching you. You unclamp your forehead, panic rapidly replacing the anger you’ve felt this whole time. You scurry backward on your hands, pushing off your heels and sliding your denim-covered butt across the floor until your back is met with the firm door of a cabinet.

Shit.

“Look I-”

“On your knees,” he grits through clenched teeth, a prominent vein on the right side of his tight neck. “Right fuckin’ now.”

“Th-”

“That’s not you bratting out again, is it?” Naoya reaches down and grips a handful of your locks, pulling you up off your butt. “I won’t say it again.”

“O-okay,” you oblige, using your sore palms to slowly maneuver yourself onto your knees.

For once, you’re actually following Naoya’s orders— but solely out of fright. Does it matter to him, though? Fuck no, obedience is obedience.

“Good,” he grins. “You’re making the connection now, aren’t you?”

“I don’t-”

You’re interrupted by Naoya’s palm colliding with your cheek. You squeal, immediate sting and heat pooling in from the impact.

“I’ve heard enough of your brave bitch speech,” he clicks his tongue. “If I ask you a question, only reply with ‘yes.’ Matter of fact, you could even nod if you really want me to be happy. Understood?” The less the bastard hears your pathetic voice, the better.

You nod with burning eyes, subconsciously bringing a hand up to rub the spot he smacked, but that only angers him more.

“Hands on my strings, not your face,” he rips your hand away from your cheek with his free hand. “Untie the knot, or I’ll give the same treatment to your other cheek.”

With fidgeting hands, you reach up to the stretchy band of his sweatpants. You swallow thickly, placing your fingers on the braided cotton string by their dark grey metal aglets.

Heart palpitating against your sternum, your palms start to grow clammy. You stall as you undo the two tight bows, softly tugging the aglets— hoping and praying Naoya wouldn’t notice your hindering too much.

“Hurry the fuck up,” he roughly jerks your head back, kissing his teeth out of annoyance. “You deaf?”

You whimper from the tug, quickly obeying his order. Immediately, you yank both aglets and watch in trepidation as the strings become undone.

Naoya then grabs one of your hands, placing it on his lower abdomen— right at the band of his sweatpants. With his large hand enveloping yours, he forces you to rub his semi-hard cock through the grey-colored cotton.

It feels... wrong? Perverted? Unethical? There’s no way to extensively describe such an infrequent feeling like this.

Naoya has severely crossed the line several times today. He confiscated your keys, neglected your personal space, put his hands on you, and constrained you to perform inappropriate acts on him. Something is seriously wrong with him.

But now, things are dangerously escalating. Escalating to a point where you’re petrified of his next move and the move after that. If you knew beforehand that things would get to this point, you would’ve left the house an hour ago and taken the transit. Nobara would understand, right?

“I was actually on my way to the basement,” his hand is still over yours, stroking his erect cock through his two layers of clothing. “I was gonna do some bench pressing and enjoy the afternoon I had all to myself.”

Naoya grunts, lightly throwing his head back before meeting your fearful eyes again. “But I’m glad I caught you just in— no, you couldn’t leave without your keys. You were going to ask me for them anyway.”

His motions over your hand grow tedious before they come to a complete stop. With one hand still entangled in your hair, he uses the other one to grab your free hand.

Naoya then brings your unoccupied hand up to his groin, positioning both of your hands on the stretchy, elastic waistband.

“Pull ‘em down,” he licks his lips, tilting his head to keenly watch you. “I don’t have to tell you twice this time, do I? I know you wouldn’t want that, sweetheart.”

“What I want is for someone to kick you so hard in the nuts, you fucking die.” is what you want to reply with so badly.

But what would your mother’s husband have to say or even do about that? Would he tug on your locks like it’s rope again? Would he smack the other side of your face like he promised he’d do? Would he even dare to go as far as—

You vigorously shake your head no, but it’s not in response to the question he queried just a few seconds ago. Blinking away the tears that scorch your eyes, you give yourself a quick pep talk before the man in front of you possibly grows impatient and loses his shit again.

Just do what he says and you’ll get your keys back.

Muscles opposing in your strained throat, you swallow thickly again and focus on the task at hand. Fingers tucking in past the two cotton-blend layers, your knuckles brush against the trail of coarse hair at Naoya’s navel.

“Look at you,” he hums in satisfaction, palm sliding from front to back on your head like a disciplined puppy. “So you can be obedient? You just choose not to, hm?”

You nod again in response, just the way Naoya likes it. With a quick, low exhale, you curl your fingers around the stretchy band of both layers— hooking them before swiftly tugging his sweats down.

Almost immediately, you’re faced with Naoya’s throbbing, rigid cock. You watch in both shock and repugnance as a fresh bead of precum forms at the swollen, red crown of his tip. Is Naoya really getting off to the fact that his defiant step-daughter is on her knees, obeying his every order? Of course, the sick bastard is.

“There’s absolutely nothing else in this world that I love more than a woman who knows her place,” he gloats, using his free hand to guide the tip of his cock to your agape mouth. “That’s the connection.”

To say he feels accomplished is most likely an understatement. To put it more accurately, Naoya would say that he feels like his own version of a successful construction man. His tactics are genius in his eyes; he forcibly destroys your strong-willed cement walls with only a few swings of his coercion-filled wrecking ball.

“Suck,” he orders with several taps of his tumescent tip on your lips, lightly smearing pre on your once-glossed lips.

You mentally curse at the command with a nauseous stomach, the uneasiness in your body too great for you to move a muscle. He can’t be serious— is he serious right now? Is he out of his-

“You don’t want me to repeat it again,” the fingers knotted in your locks tighten, pulling at your tender scalp. “Open your fucking mouth and suck it. Right now.”

“Ah- okay, okay,” you surrender, breathing quickening as you slowly open your mouth.

Naoya doesn’t even think twice to give you a warm-up for somewhat complying this far. With a quick slam of his hips, his cock mercilessly enters your mouth— seeking beyond the back of your tongue. Your gag reflexes immediately take effect as you bring both hands up, placing them on the quadriceps of his sturdy thighs for support. You start to choke, tears welling up in your eyes as the prominent vein on Naoya’s cock repeatedly brushes against your uvula.

“I know you’ve sucked cock before,” he groans at the delicious feeling of his cock head probing the warm depths of your throat. “Don’t play amateur sweetheart, suck it properly or I’ll have to get a lil’ rough with you.”

With several warm, salty tears rolling down your cheeks, you stretch your tongue out to caress the underside of Naoya’s cock. When his grip on your hair gets tighter (expressing disapproval), you hollow your cheeks. Buccal now tightly cushioning his pulsing cock, you attempt to bob your head on his length.

“That’s fucking good,” he throws his head back, jaw falling slack. “Just like that.”

Placing both hands on the back of your head, Naoya takes matters into his own hands again. Roughly rocking his hips, his heavy balls harshly slapping against your chin.

“Please-” you make an effort to communicate your discomfort through tears, but it resembles muffles and gags coming straight from your throat. “No more.”

“Shut your- ugh fuck,” Naoya shudders from his sensitive tip being persistently engulfed by your warm throat. “Shut your mouth. You’ll know when I’m- hah, done.”

Your vision grows even more blurry with every tear created in your lacrimal glands. Breathing at this point only gets more challenging— it’s basically nonexistent as Naoya gets his way, exploiting your throat for his pleasure and satisfaction.

Saliva continues to seep from the corners of your mouth, lubricating the fucker’s cock while also wetting the tiled floor below you. Your arms grow tired from clutching tightly onto his thighs, and your sore jaw only gradually continues to ache.

You’re moments away from letting go of your only source of physical support when Naoya abruptly pulls out of your mouth. Worn out and exhausted, you lean your head back into his hold with your palms planted on the floor, gasping and coughing for the air you once took for granted.

“Upsy-daisy,” he smoothes his fingers from front to back over your head. “Fun’s just-”

“No, no, no, please-” you choke out mid-cough, the uneasiness in your stomach reaching its peak as he looks down at you with a grin. Your eyes start to tear up again, both angry and fearful of the unhinged fucker standing in front of you.

“No?” Naoya’s soothing touch once more becomes aggressive, jerking your head by your hair. “Who are you telling ‘no’ to?”

“You!” your hands reach above your head to grip Naoya’s wrists. You attempt to pry off his hands, but his hold on your hair remains firm. “You’re going to regret this when my mom-”

“She won’t find out,” Naoya grabs more locks of your hair and pulls upwards, forcing you to stand up. “Because you’re not gonna tell her, and I’ll make sure of that— now get the fuck up.”

You don’t budge, choosing to ignore his command and claw at his rugged hands. You recognize this only angers Naoya more, but if you were going down— you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Mid brawl with your step-dad’s hands in your hair, you manage to land a downward slap on his infuriated face— making sure your nails scrape his skin in the process. Naoya’s forbearance is nonexistent as he increases the force he exerts on you, no longer giving you second chances to correct your actions.

“I’ve had enough of these games,” is all you hear him say before everything moves fast, your brain unable to keep up with his movements. “If you’re going to fight me, here’s a piece of advice— don’t.”

He was quick with it, manhandling you through your screams and punches until your hips are pinned against the sink countertop. His front presses against the posterior of your figure, trapping you between him and the counter. Naoya then grabs hold of your wrists and restrains them behind your back to prevent you from further scratching him.

“This is wrong!” you shout, wiggling your hips and attempting to jerk your hands from his grasp. “And you fucking know it too! The fuck is wrong with you?!”

Transferring both wrists into a hand, he uses his free hand to reach over you and turn the sink on. Your brows furrow at the random act. Why is he just letting the water run?

“It’s not my fault we’re doing this,” Naoya grits through his teeth. “It’s your goddamn fault.”

“My fault!? You’re just an entitled piece of-”

Your sentence is cut short when you notice Naoya undoing the clasp on your jeans. Ignoring your wails and kicks, he swiftly pops the button open before hauling down your zipper. Heart hammering in your chest, you struggle to regulate your breathing— tears quickly returning to your eyes again.

“Naoya, stop this-” you clear the lump in your throat. “You’ve gone too-”

“Too far? Me? Too far?” he snickers. “You deserve this.”

“I hope you die a painful death,” you sniffle. “Worst way possible too.”

“Aw, you’re too kind,” his smile diabolical. “It’s nice to know that you want the best for me— even if it’s the worst at the same time.”

You don’t respond, staring at the water that flows from the tap with warm tears running down your face. Naoya, however, makes the next move and reaches over you again, cupping his hand at the stream.

“See this?” he splashes the clear liquid in your face, causing you to yelp and pull away. You exhale through your mouth before clearing your throat to recover. Naoya suddenly repeats the action again, his hand smothering the aqua all over your eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. “It’s water that should’ve been used for what?”

You know it’s bad enough to keep quiet, but why should you keep answering someone like him? Someone whose only goal is to disrespect and demean you for being an independent, bold woman. Screw this guy and his entitled mentality-

“Answer me!” Naoya growls, using his wet hand to land a sharp blow on your denim-covered ass cheek.

“Dishes!” you yell, swinging your heel backward to kick him in the shin. “For the fucking dishes, you asshole!”

“Watch yourself,” he warns. “Actually— you know what? Enough talking now.”

Naoya forcefully hooks four fingers into your back pocket, his thumb gripping the outside. He yanks at the denim material with a grunt, bringing your pants and underwear down to your thighs.

“Stop!” you slam a foot on top of his. “I said st-”

“What a shame,” he chuckles. “One minute you’re all high and mighty, next minute you’re screaming ‘stop!’ Pick a fucking side. Are you a brave bitch or a weak whore?”

“I’m-”

“Oh god,” Naoya rolls his eyes, clamping his calloused hand over your open mouth. “I don’t care for your answer.”

Through the loud ringing in your ears and the vibrations of your muffles, you hear what sounds like Naoya spitting. Your eyes widen, shock freezing every muscle as your reality finally registers.

“No more words from here on out,” he unclamps his hand. “But if you start to enjoy it, then different story.”

Naoya rubs the makeshift lube in, grinding the underside of his cock head up and down your slit. He curses under his breath, bringing the tip of his cock to tease you, circling your sensitive nub. You jerk your hips from the electrifying feeling, a strained moan leaving your throat in the process.

“Yeah,” he lines his cock at your entrance with a smirk. “Only noises like that should come out of your pathetic mouth.”

Naoya starts to push inside of you with a guttural groan, his free hand switching to grip at your bare ass cheeks as he sinks in deeper into your tight, warm cunt.

“Fuck,” he throws his head back, hips moving to create a pace. “Don’t even think the spit was needed. You fucking wanted this, didn’t you?”

“You’re-”

“Why is it so hard for you to stay in your place and follow orders, huh?” Naoya lowly grunts, teeth grazing your earlobe before he abruptly bites down on it. You wince and crane your neck, your back instinctively arching from the sting. His hand leaves your ass and travels up your body to your throat, fingers squeezing at the throbbing pulse as his hot breath makes you writhe beneath him. “Is this what you wanted all along? You like being fucked into submission or somethin’?”

“No-” you gasp, nails digging into your palms. “No, no, no-”

“You’re-” Naoya grunts into your ear, feeling your walls pulsate and flutter around his length. “A horrible liar.”

“Please-”

“That’s more like it,” he grins, fingers snaking up to grab your chin and redirect your focus to his perspiring face. “When you want something from a man, you beg for it. Now open, I think I should repay you for what you gave me earlier.”

Oh god. You know what’s coming, but you don’t want it— you’ll never want it. There’s no way to avoid it either.

You weakly open your mouth and close your eyes, further separating your parched lips as Naoya slows his pace. With two fingers, he briskly presses on your bottom row of teeth and tongue before hawking a sizeable amount of spit into your mouth. His spit is distasteful and vile as it sits in your mouth, mixing with your own saliva— but what’s to come next is another nightmare.

“Drink up,” he growls, squeezing your cheeks together. “Or I just might have to do it again and again until you learn.”

Naoya stops thrusting just to watch you ingest the warm liquid, staring intensely at your face and throat as you do so.

“Say ahh,” he smirks as he inspects your mouth. “Good.”

Pushing your head forward, Naoya’s hand grips onto your shoulder as he picks up from where he left off. He starts to thrust inside of you again— this time at a swift, overwhelming speed that has you throwing your head back with fresh tears prickling your eyes.

His ego is solely fed by your inability to do anything but moan and shriek as his cock sinks deeper and deeper, making your cunt uncontrollably squelch and squeeze around him.

The roughness of his strokes causes him to tug harder on your shoulder and bound wrists until they ultimately burn with soreness. Several warm tears continue to stream down your face as your hips repeatedly bump into the granite countertop— a bruise sure to make its appearance by the morning. Through your cries, you attempt to still yourself and clench your cunt, hoping it’d force Naoya to slow his swift pace.

He has to give you credit. Even in a precipitous situation like this, you can still think of ways to interfere with his tactics. It’s clever— but it’s a wasted effort when the bastard is both stronger and taller than you.

“Stop that shit,” he scolds, spanking a bare cheek with his large palm. “Arch your fucking back or I’ll finish inside.”

“No, no,” you mutter, teary eyes blinking away the dreadful thought. “Not inside.”

It doesn’t occur to you at the moment, but there’s absolutely no way Naoya would cum inside of you— especially not while he’s married to your mom. As extreme as this punishment is already, he would never get so wrapped up in the feeling that he finishes inside.

But nonetheless, his severe tone alone leaves you with no other option but to obey.

“That’s more like it,” Naoya watches as you arch your back into the counter, hoping it meets his expectations. “This is how it should always be.”

You discern the slight decrease in his Naoya’s pace as he lets go of your bound wrists, allowing you to grip the edge of the stainless steel sink for support. One of his large hands blindly extends down your body to your swollen clit, rubbing the nub in tight, rhythmic circles. Your hips jerk in response with each rub at the bundle of nerves, fortuitously meeting Naoya’s brisk strokes.

“And they just keep coming, huh?” he sneers, bringing his other hand up to your debauched face, harshly wiping the tears from your wet cheeks before shoving them into your agape mouth. He’s once again thrusting the thick digits against your tongue— this time ensuring you’ve tasted the salt and defeat of your disgraceful weeping. “Tastes like... the tears of a weak, needy bitch, doesn’t it?”

His words sound faint as he retrieves his fingers; they don’t even register in your head as you struggle to keep yourself on two feet.

Skin slapping against each other, your moans, Naoya’s grunts and scornful laughter— they all primarily fill the kitchen. His hands routinely add to the noise, striking your ass each time your arched form becomes dull.

With a hand secured on your hip and fingers still relentlessly rubbing at your puffy clit, your cunt starts to cream and gush around his cock. Your teary eyes are squeezed shut as a high-pitched moan leaves your throat and your whole body becomes undone.

Naoya fucks you through your orgasm, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he chases his own release. He snaps his hips up into you, your cunt squelching and sucking him back in with every thrust. The sounds of his erect cock thrusting into your wet cunt are beyond embarrassing— it’s incredibly humiliating. You’re only continuing to milk him at this point and you can’t stop it.

With a low grunt, he abruptly pulls out— spurts of warm, thick semen painting the contour of your ass as you collapse over the sink. Jerking the last few drops of his release onto your skin, the bastard smirks, taking pride in the canvas he just painted white.

Naoya wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, taking a step back as he tucks his half-limp cock back into his pants. Still smirking, he briefly watches your fucked out hole spasm— clenching and unclenching around nothing.

He stands back up to full height before reaching into his pocket, hands searching for what you sought earlier.

“Go see your lil’ friend,” he tosses your keys on the counter with a flick of his wrist. “Ah right, you might want to wipe that off... or take another shower. If you’re smart, maybe this time you’ll take your keys with you.”

Naoya steps out of the kitchen but turns his head towards you once more, deciding to say one last thing before heading to the basement.

“You should always do as you’re told,” he advises, recalling how this predicament started. “Or keep disrespecting me— your choice. I’ve noticed that bratty girls like you love to underestimate men like me.”

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「 ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ 」

❖ CW: Blood, Death

❖ Characters: G4-V (Virek), Unnamed Test Subject

Padded shoes against tiled flooring and the sounds of students chattering amongst themselves filled one of the facilities many waiting rooms. Today was, yet again, one of those special days— The days where the older experiments specifically get to have the time of their lives.

❝ Did’ja here? This is gen four’s first combined combat lesson. ❞

❝ Now that’s just harsh. It’s a middle schooler fightin’ an elementary kid. ❞

❝ Yeah but I heard their generation’s gone through the worst when it comes to schoolin’ and those weird brain scans… Just what kind of freaks did they take in? ❞

As the group talked amongst themselves, one of them walked in later than the rest— Hands in pockets, striding along as if he owned the place. Bright blonde hair, mimicking that of the sun, is what really set him apart from the others and drew eyes towards his direction. He was one of the older ones there, likely thirteen or fourteen, and was apart of the facilities first ever batch of kids. That likely gave him some sort of superiority complex towards the younger ones.

❝ So the babies haven’t had a lick of experience, hm? Now that’s just unfortunate~ I feel bad beatin’ up a baby ‘till they cry. ❞

The teen’s voice was filled with overconfidence that seemed to amuse the others in his class— Laughter and snarky comments bouncing through the pristine white walls, as the group huddled towards their end of the room. Meanwhile the younger ones, ranging from eight to ten, huddled near the other side… Watching.

One student in particular eyed the blonde boy from one of the seats in the room. Forearms rested on thighs, blood-coloured eyes boring holes into the older. Watching every move he made, analysing every breath, word, blink, and twitch like some kind of fine tuned machine.

And of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the first generation student. The blonde’s eyes narrowing as he leaned in the younger’s direction, obviously challenging.

❝ The hell ya starin’ at kid? Are ya scared you’re gonna get yer ass kicked? Don’t worry~ The test ends as soon as ya give up, so just give up early, kay? ❞

The red-eyed kid— V, for the shortened version of his ID- didn’t respond. Instead stared onward with dull, lifeless eyes. They were unsettling to look at, even for the student who claimed to be above the rest— Said student even moved to mumble something to his friends.

❝ Yikes… Feel like that freak would dissect me if I look away for too long…❞

The sounds of an automatic door opening caught all of the experiments’ attention, as they all promptly stopped their antics to look towards the attendant’s direction. A slight air of steam came from the entrance, and proceeded to fill the spotless room entirely. Turning the all white floors, walls, ceilings, even the uniforms the children wore into a foggy screen— Shielding the man who’s footsteps currently proceeded into the space. And slowly, but surely, the silhouette of a scientist began to transition into a full view of the Founder of this facility.

Naoya Asano. One of the most influential politicians in Japan, and the same man currently responsible for the childrens’ new found ‘home.’

A long and blonde braid swished and swayed as the man cocked his head, an uncanny smile followed by fluttered shut eyes gracing his features. How sickening…

❝ Good morning~ I do hope you all ate a proper breakfast, and stretched for today’s match. The gap in this one is larger, compared to past ones; so I hope the results will be worth the risk. ❞

Asano’s voice was light, and friendly; horrifyingly so as he pulled out a clipboard. Lists of all the children’s case files, assigned generations, scores, and matchups for the day’s ‘lesson’ were neatly organised amongst one another. Eyes flickered from the parchments to the students, acting as if he doesn’t have each and every one of them memorised.

❝ Generation four, V. Generation one, A. Will you please raise your hands?❞

❝ Guess today’s my lucky day, huh?❞

That overly cocky voice from before filled the room, and the boy’s eyes shot daggers at the younger. Meanwhile the latter did nothing but face the administrator, expression never shifting from the lifeless one he usually wore.

Naoya didn’t miss the slight tension building up between the students, and that amused him. And with the sweetest, most gut-wrenchingly friendly smile he could muster, he spoke again.

❝ Well, I suppose we should get you both in there to get started, hm? I hope today’s results will satisfy you both. ❞

❛ ━━･❪ ♖ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Cracking, squelching, and the dense thumps of powerful kicks against human flesh were the only noises the students could hear from behind the glass. They were all mortified from where they stood… Forever grateful to have that barrier between them and the… Monster they were currently watching. V had wasted no time, when their match began— Yet they had no idea it would end up like this.

❝ Ya scared yet? These combat tests are brutal y’know. If you don’t back out now I might kill ya. ❞

The blonde taunted from where he stood, hands still in his pockets as if he had no care in the world. He was taller than V, with more muscle as well. And likely more combat experience… If it weren’t for that dumb head of his, the younger would truly have no chance.

The older continued to throw his taunts and cheeky remarks, meanwhile V was doing a few warmup jumps with his right foot— Trying to get himself ready before the fight began. And, one the starting buzzer rang, it was like the younger teleported across the room. Foot colliding with the blonde’s face.

He was going to kill that bastard.

The older was flown across the room, head smashing up against the glass window. The spectators hoped for the best that he was just unconscious— The refused to believe that this ten year old boy just killed another experiment with no hesitation.

Blood splattered across the reflective surface, as well as on the floor were the other landed, and V began taking some steps back. Likely to see if he would dare to get up again. An eerie silence filled the space after that, the drip drop of blood falling into the floor… And that blank stare that had never left V’s face. A look that definitely didn’t match that of a heartless murderer. One who wasn’t done with the boy in front of him.

And, before he could make any more moves, Naoya’s voice sounded on the intercom.

❝ Cease your movements. You’ve shown great performance today, but there is no point in hammering a dead man any longer. ❞

As if he had just finished a workout, or a swimming session, the boy looked toward the glass— Thoroughly unimpressed. For someone who talked so big, he sure did cry a lot…

❝ The doors are opened. Go clean yourself up. ❞

[saintobio]

Plss no one is talking about the shade Mc threw to sera like 🏃‍♀️😽👌 ma'am I love the slow, very personal and the push and pull her character goes through to build herself up how she chooses!!!!! to stand on her hold and respect herself and that's so mature???? yet so hard to maintain here ngl when you are hurt repeatedly so much I'm so inspired by how Mc is so regal and mature in her ways and so good to the zenin kids and has such a deep and valuable connection with toji like apart from everything, just two very emotionally wounded yet strong people being together is so good to see! Also I wish she was less lenient towards the people that demean her you know 😥😭 but she's building herself up on her own and working and investing and choosing herself!! LOVE THE CHARACTER PLEAEEEE

Anonymous said

I’m so sorry for clogging up ur inbox, just wanted to say I’m so happy for yn, all the chapters so far have made me so sad for y/n (which means u really did a good job building up angst and conflict!) but like! Yes! We have been scheduled for some vindication! Yes, y/n! We’re starting to get some of that sweet sweet karma served up!

I stan a fashionista kween who prioritizes herself first! Who doesn’t take shit from some bitch wearing a tacky dress that wasn’t even fit to be her back up choice (no shade to Elie Saab I love their dresses but S*ra could make anything look tacky)! Also, the attention seeker line HIT THE SPOT. I know it enraged me when he called her that in the beginning of their marriage, and the fact that she threw that back in his face—YES GIRL GO OFF.

Also, idk yet what naoya is doing but YES he is quickly becoming a problematic fave for this fic. YES, go play s*ra like a fiddle, you fuccboi! Idk what you’re doing but keep doing it!

Also I love how you included bits of s*ra’s private life. Like, yikes, anger issues much? She has this weird obsession with y/n and having her sloppy seconds—gojo, that dress, etc. I bet she’d stub her toe while in her room and start screaming about how it’s y/n’s fault like ok keep screaming Felicia.

Also, I was wondering, will we see y/n and/or gojo being friends with yuuta? I know you mentioned before that he doesn’t have many friends because he was bullied for his mother being a social climber. I feel bad for him because he seems like a sweet kid (must have gotten it from his dad LMAO). It would be nice if y/n would introduce him to the zenin kids (except for naoya) and they’d all be pals.

Lastly I’d like to say I hope you feel better! Please don’t feel pressured to upload by the exact deadline! Writing is hard especially if you’re doing it for free and have a life outside of it. We all understand! Please prioritize yourself first!

Anonymous said

Ik gojo’s doing his best, but I think that he needs to suffer from the fall, karma he deserves and be exposed for his wrongdoings before he can actually start to TRULY redeem himself for Y/N. It shouldn’t be as easy as just breaking it off with Sera. He needs to suffer a lot first. Also, I hate Sera so fucking much I’d shave her head and have a boxing match w her for abusing Satoru, hurting Y/N, ruining their marriage, and hurting her loving family. She is a manipulative gold digging woman who knows nothing but to kiss her ass and victimize herself sighs I’m gonna rip your organs apart girl dont u ever exist irl u bring out a vulgar side of me. I’m poor too but thats no excuse to have a personality worse than horseshit like hers ✋

Anonymous said

i just finished reading the latest chapter of sn and wow…. that was so good i have no words.

first of all i’m so glad that sera isn’t pregnant but even if she isn’t i totally get y/n getting a divorce and i’m so glad that she’s putting herself first. like even though sera isn’t pregnant satoru never felt the need to let her know that a pregnancy scare had happened; even when she asked if he had anything to say.

i get that satoru’s trying to become better and i can see that, but too much has happened in the relationship for them (satoru and y/n) to be happy together. the fact that satoru won’t talk about his wrongdoings in the past and work things out is a major show of this. like instead he’s just trying to pretend everything that’s happened before has never happened.

since u mentioned that the sequel(?) to sn will be a time skip i could be down to y/n and satoru getting together then since they’ll have had time to move on and grow but only IF satoru will accept what he’s done wrong.

sorry this is kinda long i just really love this book sm lol. i hope u feel better now and have a great day <3

Anonymous said

so happy y/n is putting herself first, she shoulda hurt him more and filed for an annulment, pretend it never happened lol. no but fr it needs to happen, im so glad shes getting away from hoejo. i dont want them together at all, but if they ever do, they rly need this time apart (y/n does anyway, she needs to work on herself for all the shit hes put her through. the emotional abuse she’s felt has been so hurtful to c, and if she does still wanna be with him after it all, then that’s on her, but at least it can be on HER own terms, when she’s able to think clearly after she’s healed and not b manipulated by outside factors to stay in something that’ll just hurt her and could do irreparable damage and not just mentally).

also lowkey mad abt ieiri? regardless of how horribly disgusting (redacted) is, i dislike how just bc hoejo and y/n r married, it’s expected that y/n should automatically just stay w him despite all he put her thru? and she knows it too?

its y toji (i feel) is best chara tbh bc hes the only one that i feel actually cares abt y/n and whats best for her, while others just expect this and that from y/n all bc of their history and past. y/n has done more than enough, and i’m wondering if this is going to be the eye opener y/n needs to fully focus on herself (yk how some ppl have epiphanies when they’re out of a toxic relationship and find their selfworth?) nothing more tragically sad to c than a beautiful woman stuck in such a relationship and doesnt know whats shes worth.

n t wayz, love ur writing girl! ik u answered this some time ago too, but do u still have plans to continue vampire suna? or were u planning to just focus on sn and pt 2 when it comes out? been missing suna ngl and im still hurt over wastelands fam (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

@valoruzky said

Thanks for fueling the fire we have for Sera's toxicity like FUCK, SHE'S SO FREAKING ABUSIVE NOT ONLY EMOTIONALLY TO SATORU, BUT PHYSICALLY TOO. SHE'S ALSO VERBALLY ABUSIVE TO HER MOTHER JUST BECAUSE OF A DAMN FOOD AND MOANING FOR NOT HAVING A BIG SPACE IN THEIR HOUSE. I kinda hate to admit it but I'm starting to feel bad for Gojo because not only he was physically assaulted by his father in his life, Sera also abused him by gaslighting him and hurting him physically.

As for Gojo, one word. COMMUNICATION. How to settle things with wife? COMMUNICATION. How to explain things? COMMUNICATION. Is it that hard for you to explain everything? If you could just use your heart and mouth to talk things out to your wife, you could've cleared out the misunderstandings about the pregnancy and the current status between you and Sera. Fuck, if Gen somehow finds out her little sis divorced you, she'll kick your pretty ass.

As for Sera's character progress, a big round of applause to Saint! At firstz you made the readers to sympathize with her because of her life status and how she has to work her life hard to achieve things—which is something everyone can relate to. I love the way you made her pretty like every attractive antagonist in literature and comics/manga/manhwa so far (*cough* Trashta and Sovieshu). However, you made another reason for readers to hate her by fleshing out her personality (and yes, her personality hits close to home) and as the chapter progresses, she becomes way more worse. She became so desperate to win back Gojo and her attempts to ruin Y/N because she's so deluded to her "poor-girl-rich-prince-charming" fairytale, and becoming even more narcissistic and toxic to others, even to her own family. You're one of those writers whom I look up too because I want to write a good fic too so thank you so much.

Also, can I ask about Y/N's reaction? What would be her reaction if Gojo somehow found a courage to talk to her about his status with Sera and how he broke things with her and he's got nothing to her anymore? How would Y/N react if she finds out herself about Sera's pregnancy not being true all this time? What will be the odds?

Anonymous said

I have to ask, if hoejo and the mc worked it out and stayed. What if they have a big fight like the one in Bora Bora? Will Hoejo act the same way and do things to hurt the mc? Also, does Hoejo actually find the mc to be beautiful the same way he did sera? If another one woman comes along just like sera in the beginning, would he fall for her the same.

His love seems to border the line of obsession(he loves HARD and WRONG) and I firmly believe that once a cheater, always a cheater. Especially we’re dealing with Hoejo here.

Something that stuck with me and really hurt was in chapter ten when the mc said, “you took all my first and made fun of me!” He STILL never actually apologize for that, instead it seems like he was trying to push sex even more. Does he actually regret the way he took the mc’s first time and it’s just his way of trying to make it right by having sex the right way?

I was honestly expecting the mc to pull a Gone Girl. Like go on sis, fake your own death, make them all pay! This chapter was such a rollercoaster and I like how you had us all focus on sera and the step mom for the 50th anniversary to cause a scene instead of the reader but honestly, as much as I love the two of them together, I think the mc needs this. She needs to find happiness on her own and not have it revolved and catered to others. She needs or learn to love herself and she’s not going to get any of that by staying with him. As frustrating as it was to read, I don’t blame the mc for not clearing the air about whether sera was pregnant or not. Imagine the headaches and confusion of having to deal with a man who treats you like shit one minute then treats you like you hung the moon the next. Hoejo has said so many thing, basically drilled, things into the mc head that can’t be easily done by a few words and less genuine gestures. 

I can’t wait to see how far sera will go now. She’s becoming delusional and it’s scary because she’s blaming all of this on the mc for no reason. Deep down sera knows she can’t have a future with Hoejo but she’s so unhinged and Hoejo is partially to blame for her behavior, there’s no coming back for sera, she is a lost cause.

Honestly though, I do fear for Hoejo because I feel like his dad is going to hurt him really bad and instead of standing up for himself he’s going to just take it. View it as a means of karma for hurting the mc but there isn’t much else he can do. Hoejo was too late in trying to fix his wrongs. He may of been scared at first to love the mc(since it’s always been her🙄) but that is still no excuse for the way he treated. No one deserved that and I am glad he’s paying for it.

Thank you for writing this chapter and for hopefully answering a few of my questions. I hope you’re feeling better drink plenty of water and get lost of rest. You deserve it💗💗

@mikiminaccch said

omfff what does naoya think of y/n?

TBH i’m starting to ship gojo n y/n again cus shoko was like ‘it’s always been her’ oOoooh i see 😋

but i gotta know!! what if naoya is causing all that trouble to push y/n towards toji? i know y/n loves gojo but she doesn’t see him as redeemable— for now so there may be a possibility ? if not as partners but as ultra besties ((bc having y/n on their side would also be a high asset)) !! haha i’m really enjoying how everything is unfolding!!

also thank you for writing this chapter and for resting!! despite some people’s actions, ur health means a lot to us, readers t___t take as much time as you need to rest, saint 🥺

Anonymous said

hi!! I really loved this chapter!

you said that naoya likes and respects(?) y/n so naoya is only toying with sera more because he knows she’s a horrible person or on his own terms?

how did sera feel when y/n told her about the wedding reception dress and “don’t ever embarrass (I think that’s what she said sorry bad memory) yourself like that again in front of me” ?

the entire thing with gojo saying “she’s not entitled” I know that had sera’s blood BOILING 💀

tbh sera is finally getting the universal ass whoopin she deserves, even if it’s kind of small.

the entire thing with sera insulting her own mom made me want to punch the screen oml. like girl you have a caring mom who’s worried about you and the only thing that’s on your mom is the man you were cheating with????

her making fun of lower class truly shows what kind of woman she is, she’s so quick to turn on people and that’s why she has no one to care about her 🤷🏻‍♀️

anyways, great chapter!!! I love your work!!

@honouredsatoru said

yn not wanting to communicate with gojo makes things worse tbh. i dont hate her, not at all, i understand where she's coming from. growing up, i've seen dramas where the female lead would get their hearts hurt by their loved ones and they put on this cold facade in order to get their revenge served better, but at times, i realized how much it hurts them more then the betrayal itself. especially when they had to force themselves to act the opposite of how they really are. all this assumptions and overthinking isnt good for your heart, yn. please. please talk it out with gojo. i have so much love for these two and i genuinely believe that they still love and crave for once another, its just that they lack communication and i blamed gojo for the pain he caused her to feel. in shorter words, yn and gojo need some therapy lmaooo. anyway, brilliant chapter and ofc writing, as always, saint <3

@atsunflower said

I wont do a deep chapter analisys because well damn, I really wasn't expecting it. Every single paragraph was amazing and thank god you surprised me.

Kudos to naoya, tho. He is the most interesting character so far, because he isn't doing it by the evil in his heart, well, he is, but there's also a reason why he is doing it (Im enjoying the pettiness between business rivals) and I really love his cunning personality with my whole heart.

And GIRL the way Sera was humiliated. Damn, I don't really like rich rich people stomping over the poor but she asked for it. Y/N was so damn classy at it too, it's def my favorite scene in tge whole story.

That's all, Saint. Thanks for sharing SN with us.

Anonymous said

Hi I'm new here! Just started reading the series about 2 weeks ago because of a friend but I fell in love instantly that I binged all 10 chapters that day (there were only 10 when I started lol) and I would like to thank you for all the love and hard work you put into this masterpiece. I haven't really read any Gojo fics since he's not my first favorite in jjk but SN made me have a little crush on him. I enjoyed every chapter of this story even though I got hurt a lot by the angst. Even though MC already announced a divorce this chapter, I'm still hoping that it wouldn't really happen. I'm still hoping that she'd give another chance for Satoru to prove his genuine feelings for her and she'd see just how true they are now. Also I wanna say the way you write Sera is so good that I wanna rip off her hair every time she's mentioned in the story. At first I really did understand her because I know what it's like to be poor and to feel like the world is always against you. But she's proven the readers eventually how she's a gold digging bitch and while she does love Satoru, I think she loves his money even more.

I still have a lot of things to say but I'll stop here. I really appreciate you for sharing SN with us and I'm very much looking forward to the future chapters! :) - 🌸

anaexorcist said

Omg I actually made it to an open inbox…..thank you so much for always giving us the good good even when your health is at risk 😭 when I remembered you updated I dropped everything and practically ran over…..my heart was beating so fast and my reactions were all out loud the whole time. Thank you so much - I’m obsessed with y/n’s dad’s reaction 😭 you can tell how much he loves and trusts his daughter and just AUGH looking forward to maybe another Sera’s POV bc I wanna see her rage after y/n’s comment re:her dress lmao. And if I can ask - was Toji in on Naoya bringing Sera to the mall? Because the timing was suspicious…..anyway looking forward to the next update. Also I saw you posted “Ain’t Shit” by Doja Cat in reference to SN and I lmao’d bc I wanted to tell you how much I thought it related to your story when the album dropped but askbox was closed at the time 🤣 glad it found its way to you anyway!

Anonymous said

someone said "he doesn't deserve shit" yes he does? 😭 from the beginning he, too, was put in a really tough situation and i thought everyone understood that. yeah, he messed up, he has been terrible and it's not that i don't think he shouldn't pay for that but really gojo's dad intentions on making gojo marry yn is not his fault like that does not affect them at all if he genuinely loves yn now. either way, he wouldn't have been able to do anything even if he didn't want to. i dont get why we're blaming everything on him. his only mistake was being with sera and hurting yn, the rest of the things happening around them and his family's wickedness is not his fault. anyways, yeah he deserves it i was just saying i feel bad because now nobody wants to give him a chance and listen to him when it's the MOST evident he's trying so far in the whole series.

Anonymous said

Lol that boutique scene went like:

Sera: 😉

Toji: 😒

Toji: 😒

I gotta say I'm just glad that the mistress isn't living the life she thinks she deserved. Well done Naoya for making her seem more dumb than we all already know nyahaha. I still have faith that the main couple will eventually reconcile. Gojo better put up a fight on that divorce. Beg her if he will and prove himself no matter how long it takes him. (LIKE, PLEASE! DO THAT!) Suffer how Y/N suffered before (not exactly with the infidelity but ykwim?). Unlike Sovieshu, he still has the chance to fix things yk (like, both sides still need to agree before a divorce is finalized).

Y/N isn't originally cold-hearted so even if she claims that she's done with him, I knew deep inside she still wants to be with him. I trust that those two will get together, maybe not in this season but hopefully in the end they will 💜. Yes, bc despite everything I'm still rooting for Gojo x Y/N. I see him really trying so when Y/N mentioned wanting a divorce, I was 😨🥺🤧😵 for him, too. Am I an apologist? Yea, ig, 😅 not that it matters 🤷🏻‍♀️

Like literally, just talk to each other, you two! Discuss the things that's bothering you both! I often say this to my parents whenever they have disagreements because I am utterly annoyed whenever they accuse each other based only on "assumptions". Like, idc, if they think I'm siding with anyone, I'd still give the benefit of the doubt when no proof is provided and listen to both sides before making my own judgements 😠

Anyway, thank you for even giving us an update and answering asks despite your condition. You don't have to make this a regular thing because, really, it's a hobby and not a job ppl 😅 Nonetheless, I appreciate you taking time to cater to everyone despite the rude others. I cannot emphasize this enough but drink lots of water esp with 🌡 body temp! 🥺

—🤓, ya probably annoyed with me now, too, ehe 😅

Anonymous said

Hey I hope you're doing much better and you're resting well ! I just want to say that the latest chapter of sn left me speechless, like for r e a l. I was was overjoyed to see that Sera was indeed not pregnant (thank the heavens ! ), but the number of times I had to put down my phone to take a minute with everything that happened... Oh boy, I just lost count :') When y/n said that she wanted a divorce in front of everyone my mouth was wide open hdhsjauffej. A part of me was like "Yes ! You go queen ! 👑💅🏻" but the other part was completely shattered because I was thinking that, if only y/n and Satoru communicated with each other better I think that things would be completely different and that eventually somewhere down the line things could've been better for them :( God I was hoping for somewhat of a good ending for those two but as the story progresses that hope is slowly dissipating :')

Anonymous said

Why do I have a feeling that Sera is going to find out mc’s disease rather than Gojo, I just have a feeling he’ll be the last to know about their disease, and I also honestly feel bad for Gojo though, he finally decided to change his path way to have his own run way which is to change himself for Mc, however, it was blocked off when Mc had officially decided to divorce him— which I gotta say YOU GO MC YOU GO 😩😩‼️‼️‼️ LEAVE HIM

Honestly though, amazing mf chapter EVER. She honestly deserved to leave him especially the many things she had gone through because of him. ummm…Moving on, I know you’ve said that in the end Gojo will be the one suffering, so I’m going to guess that this is the start of it!!! I know Gojo was hurting the last few chapters BUTTT this is the official start to ME‼️ because it shows a lot of Gojo wanting to change and Mc breaking it up by saying she’s getting a divorce!! It’ll basically be the opposite of what happened from the start, Gojo is going to be the one Mc’s shoes from the very start of the marriage, however the only difference is that they are divorced.

ANYWAYSS I LOOK FORWARD WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER ‼️‼️

Anonymous said

hey saint!! i hope you had a great day and that you feel better now. this chapter was AMAZING and i really wanted to comment on it

first of all, i hate sera. honestly i didn't know what could be worse than threatening gojo to kill herself, but this.... istg my heart shattered when i read what she did

this chapter really turned me into a gojo apologist and i really want yn x satoru to be endgame. at first i was all for yn x toji but it seems like he's more like a mentor to her (i still want her to have a taste of that dick tho, she deserves it after all she's been through)

i wanted to hug him when the ugly musty raggedy smelly bitch was hitting him, poor boy didn't need more trauma

also mc??? queen shit??? how she put sera in her place it was so embarrassing for her omfg

i really want to know where this divorce story is gonna go and i think i have an idea for the ending of s1 hehe

also naoya💀💀 "eula is like a mother to me"..................im gonna pretend i didnt see anything...........

but id like to thank him for making sera embarrass herself that way

id also like to talk about the parallel between shitra (sera) and shitla (eula) and how they were both dressed so extravagantly it wasn't even beautiful anymore, it really showed the lack of taste🙄 a musty bitch in a 4m dress stays a musty bitch, stop trying to be classy when you're just trashy

anyway. im really excited to see what's next and how the story will end!!

thank you for all the effort you put in your work, the chapter was a true masterpiece

don't forget to take care of yourself♡

Anonymous said

saint pls this update hurt me more than i thought was possible (LMAO i feel like i say that every time i chime in w my thoughts) i rlly do love yn w all my heart and yeah realistically i would've told her to divorce him as soon as the mf honeymoon but tHis iS suPPosEd to bE a gOjo x REadeR???!!! i have so SO many mixed feelings as always. on one hand i'm rooting for yn and i'm so fkn glad she announced how she wants a divorce but on the other hand omfg this could be solved w some mf communication god i'm so pissed. i'm annoyed w gojo who isn't clear w his intents and emotions (and yes i'm still mad at the fact that him and his dad are using yn for business) but i'm also kinda upset that yn's not abt that confrontation life bc if she talked abt it before then the misunderstanding could have been avoided?? it still could've reached the same conclusion but idk man i think i just hoped that yn's badass bitch arc would mean calling gojo out on his bs :/// i get that she could've not wanted to bring up seeing gojo and s*ra at the hospital bc she herself is trying to hide her heart condition. plus tbh she has no reason being fully transparent around people who have done nothing but undermine and disrespect her. ultimately i rlly do see why she said it at the table. she's tried for so long to understand others and get a straight answer but she can only take so much bullshit and pain. but GOD i rlly do wish there could be a happy ending without the heavy angst tag staring me down >,<

omg also HA s*ra wearing a dress yn rejected for her wedding reception and toji not even looking at her for more than a minute had me fuckin WEAK i'm all for the s*ra slander and i truly hope she ends up working at mcd or smth. sometimes i don't understand cancel culture but istg it's #cancelsera2k21. if things ever clear up between yn and gojo, you know word will spread and she prob won't be able to get another corporate job

anyways thank you for another great update!! i hope you're feeling better and that you have a wonderful weekend! stay hydrated and stay safe!

much love, 😔

Anonymous said

thank you sm saint, amazing chapter as always!! and i hope you’re feeling better, please don’t rush yourself and take all the time you need to write this series <3

my heart sank a little when gojo walked into the room in matching pj’s and innocently asked reader to watch movies with him, with no ill intentions :,) and when he was sending her text messages OMG i want them to be endgame so bad!!!! it’s looking inevitable rn BUT this is technically a gojo x reader fanfic, so my hopes remain somewhat high🙏

tbh they have some serious communication issues, i’m sure they could both improve their relationship if they both sit down with each other and get everything off their chests :/ hopefully in the upcoming chapters y/n will find out the truth about sera and gojo which she desperately needs to bring the relationship back. and i hope gojo will be okay... if i were him i wouldn’t be running out of the venue for y/n, but running from dadjo instead /j

and Y/N TO SERA AT THE END AAAAAAA I WANTED TO SCREAM LIKE YESSSSSSSS GIRL YOU TELL HER!!!!!!! i really thought naoya was going to use sera to secretly ruin gojo/reader’s relationship but i was pleasantly surprised to find that wasn’t the case. a chapter dedicated to y/n just roasting the shit out of sera would be graciously accepted by me hehehehe jk... unless😳 i have no shame

again saint get all the rest you need and stay hydrated! i look forward to the next chapter💕

@daphnxy said

i’m physically shaking from this recent chapter oh my god-

saint you really have outdone yourself this time, this chapter was absolutely amazing, your writing was so detailed to a point where i felt like i was actually living in this reality.

you literally never fail to surprise me with your writing skills. this fic is absolutely incredible and i’m so grateful that i came across your blog and i’m able to read your content because wow

just wow… i’m actually going through shock rn with the way the chapter ended and i’m so excited but anxious to see what’s to come in the future

SN is definitely up there on my list of favorite fanfics like it’s actually surpassing wastelands right now with how beautifully written this is. your work exceeds my expectations for fics like i feel like i signed up from some premium content LMAO

saint, thank you so so much, like honestly thank you for sharing this and showing how beautiful your mind is because your writing has really changed my experience of being a fanfic reader <3

Anonymous said

SOMETIMES I HATE DRAMATIC IRONY SO KUCH, LIKE IT HURTS KNOWING WE KNOW SERA ISNT PREGNANT AND THAT YN WONT BRING IT UP. AND LIKE YOU CANT EVEN BE MAD AT HER AFTER SO MUCH MENTAL TORMENT BUT YOU ALSO CANT HELP BUT WANNA YELL AT HER TO JUST BRING IT UP SO HE CAN EXPLAIN HIMSELF EVEN IF HE DOESNT DESERVE HER TIME.

anyways i feel bad for satoru, he’s about to fall from grace and because of that, it’s going to affect his company and his family. i have a feeling he’s going to be cut off from the family entirely if the merger doesn’t go through, and he’s probably going to be very badly beaten by the end of this by his father. this relationship lacks so much communication and that’s kind of both of their faults. obviously yn doesn’t have to give him any time of day after how much he’s hurt her emotionally (and now physically with the angina) however if this miscommunication is causing her even more pain then i’d set my pride and resolve aside for a second just to hear if what he says is what i’ve slowly learnt to believe. if that makes sense??

idk i really want him to be able to redeem himself and we know yn is forgiving but it feels like such a lost cause at this point. also sera is so fucking insufferable shut the fuck up you self absorbed walking pity party. “you’re so mean” OH BUT YOU HAD NO PROBLEM TALKING SHIT ABOUT YN WITH HIM, GOD FORBID HE INSULTS YOUR CLOTHES WOW. dumb bitch, hope everyone laughed at her for wearing yn’s rejected dress, also ty naoya for setting her up for embarrassment, i hate you but you go king 😩

- anti self absorbed walking pity party anon (i don’t think i’m gonna be a regular anon but signing off just felt right after this rant).

Anonymous said

I things I have to say:

1. SHE'S NOT PREGNANT (for now I think)

2. Aaahhh my poor cheating Gojo, but it's what you deserve for not telling her the truth from the start of the week.

3. MC possibly pregnant since she didn't really eat anything else but those cookie (???) And the amount of times she was nauseated in the chapter.

4. I wrote this earlier today btw

I couldn't find the video but the ask about whether or not y/n would love Sera's baby reminded of this tiktok about mom's who didn't receive affection as a child forcing themselves to love their babies and then feeling empty and tired afterwards from pretending

I think that's what y/n would do, possibly even with her own children, because of everything Sera and Gojo put her through. She'd force herself to show love and affection towards the children, but by the end of the day when she climbs into bed with Gojo she's just...numb and won't show him the same love and affection she does the children.

Also think this is what you mean she isn't necessarily the same person in SN2. I feel she'll loose part of her memories, but retain her personality, feelings numb and distant towards Gojo but now it's towards everyone, after whatever makes her lose her memory.

You deserve a week off after this chapter, kinda like a mid season finale so I hope you take one cause you've earned it.

thank u for sending these 😭 i actually still have lots but i rly do not have the energy anymore hhhhhh :< but i have been reading them all day !! so sorry if ur questions didn’t get a response

[sukirichi]

OMYGOD THAT FWB NAOYA FIC GIVES REAL BEST FRIEND BY SAWEETIE VIBESS

next series ideas

anon, i love that song !! i really wanted to try a dynamic of fwb where they’re actual best friends who trust each other wholeheartedly. i imagine in their uni, naoya is frat prez and you’re the sorority pres; technically rivals on which house is more iconic or which prez is richer (cue naoya and y/n bickering on whose family hotels garnered more reviews or who made it to forbes) but actually, reader and naoya are best friends! both of them are so sassy with a superiority complex, not to mention they believe they’re the most attractive people and everyone is lucky to be graced with their presence on campus. they’re like the people you wanna sleep with but never wanna date bcos they’re so full of themselves, so then they just fool around with one another bcos ‘you’re not so bad and you’re close enough on my level ig 🙄’

fwb! reader and naoya pretend they can’t stand each other. she’s always complaining he should get a haircut or stop wearing too much perfume because he gives her a headache, while naoya is always commenting on her ig posts like ‘you really didn’t invite me to this party? shame, we would’ve turned heads.’ everyone BELIEVES they’re dating but they’re like hell nooo not my type yikes. but contrary to their words, they’re always together, gossiping in campus or simply studying in the library, getting wasted in nightclubs but somewhere in the middle it becomes more than that and they’re like wait !! could there be ??? perhaps ??? feelings ??? like i genuinely enjoy your presence ??? and i miss you when you’re not around ???

i also pictured a scene where reader is hanging around in her lingerie as she binges reality shows on her flat screen tv when naoya drops by just bcos he’s bored and she won’t pay him attention so he eats her out. he’s on his knees yet she refuses to moan. pretends he’s not even there as she continues watching the show. naoya hates being ignored. you know what happens next.

[killalluchihas]

good vibes/bad juju - 28

While on a mission overseas, Gojo gets K-O’d by an unknown person. Within a week, every sorcerer in Japan has heard about it. (A JJK OC story - Rated M)

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chapter twenty-eight: first-name basis Gojo and Yoshi get cozy in a hotel room (with Nanami and Wendy)

A/N: do me a favor and don't kill me for any blatant continuity errors when u read this chapter. I am but a humble writer that doesn't always follow their outline & has no beta

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Yoshi, looking astonishingly murderous, lets both Gojo and Nanami into the room. It’s very cramped, and it’s also two in the morning, so they have sneak into the little old inn like naughty teenagers. Gojo voices this thought to Yoshi, and she, disappointingly, does not even bat an eye at him. She scribbles something in chalk on the front and back of the hotel room door, shuts it very gently, and proceeds to ignore the two sorcerers to glare at Wendy like she’s demonspawn.

“Wow, if looks could kill,” Wendy teases, which Gojo thinks is a terribly reckless thing to do as a tiny non-sorcerer, given the present company.

“Hay días tontos y tontos todos los días,” Yoshi mutters solemnly, running a hand through her hair. She’s looking especially ragged today, and Gojo wonders if it has anything to do with the miniature glowing jellyfish following her around.

Wendy takes offense. “Why did you make it sound like a proverb? Sheesh. Fuck you too.”

Yoshi doesn’t answer her, but gestures back at the hotel door lazily, and tells them in English, “You can speak normally, that symbol should keep the sound from traveling.”

“You could’ve done that earlier,” Wendy snipes.

“I preferred the silence,” Yoshi bites back, turning away from her. Wendy sticks her tongue out when Yoshi can’t see it.

Gojo rocks back and forth on his heels, looking between the two young women. “Well, this is awkward to watch,” he remarks. “Can we switch to Japanese now?”

“No. Why are you here?” Yoshi asks, her voice low and dark and still in English. “I’m busy.”

Yikes, okay, so it wasn’t just Wendy she was pissed at...

But, well, he can speak English too, so whatever. Gojo whistles lowly, looking at the bare wall and the mess of padlocks in random-looking piles on the floor. “Nice place you got here. Very cozy. Are you making a conspiracy board?”

“Not now, Gojo,” Nanami interrupts him before he can go off on a (fun) tangent trying to provoke Yoshi. “We need to ask you some questions, Yoshi-san. It can’t wait any longer. Please cooperate.”

Gojo doesn’t need the Six Eyes to see how the atmosphere changes with Nanami’s terse words. Yoshi’s body language shifts as she sits against a low dresser, hands shoved into the front pocket of her sweatshirt and her gaze frigid. It reminds Gojo of the way she looked in Queens, after beating up Naoya.

Wendy draws back too, her brow wrinkled with thought and her pink lips pressed into a slight frown. She sits on the windowsill, slightly behind and to the left of her sorcerer friend. But unlike Yoshi, Wendy still looks painfully hopeful, blue eyes wide and alert as she watches the sorcerers.

Drifting around Yoshi, the shikigami remains idle in the air, casting stark shadows and highlighting them all in an eerie, unflattering shade of green.

“Right, right,” Gojo slides over the to rickety nightstand and sits against it, resting his weight forward and lacing his fingers together idly. “That’s true, we should clear some things up before we go any further.”

“Then make it quick,” Yoshi stares down Nanami with cool disinterest. “Like I said, I’m busy.”

“We looked at the list of marked people,” Nanami begins, wasting no time. “Why didn’t you mention there was a victim in Germany after you fought Gojo? Andrea Hansen, the vessel for a special-grade cursed object.”

“I didn’t fight Gojo, I knocked him out,” Yoshi corrects him, bland to the bone. Her gaze cuts to Gojo. “I never said anything because you never asked.”

“I was looking for the cursed object, but the curse had manifested by the time I arrived,” Gojo points out calmly. “Vessels die when curses are exorcised, and the curse was exorcised… Right?”

“I destroyed the curse,” Yoshi confirms, watching him carefully. “But it never fully manifested. The cursed object was a locket. Most cursed objects need to be consumed by the vessel. I haven’t been able to ask her yet, but I think Andrea wore it around her neck, and… it didn’t completely overpower her. She held on.”

Okay, well. That’s a lot more than Gojo actually anticipated…

“Is that why you knocked me out?” Gojo asks, keeping the astonishment out of his voice. “Because you thought I was going to kill her?” He likes to think he would’ve noticed the whole partial-vessel thing if he’d been given the chance…

Yoshi stares at him like he’s an idiot. “I wasn’t about to stop and explain the nuances of a partially-manifested vessel while you were tossing me into a black hole or whatever.”

Even though he did in fact try to toss her into Unlimited Void, he still complains. “Don’t call it that, my domain has a way cooler name than black hole.”

Yoshi rolls her eyes and Nanami clears his throat in a not-so-subtle signal to shut the hell up, Gojo.

“Fine. You didn’t trust Gojo at the time, I can accept that,” Nanami says, impassively, “I understand that, but you still agreed to come to the school as a teacher and help train young sorcerers. From what I’ve been told, you get along with the students and enjoy working with them…”

Yoshi’s mouth twitches. “I mean, it’s only been a week, but yeah,” she huffs. “What’s your point?”

Gojo bites the inside of his mouth, fiercely telling himself not to chime in. But damn, people called Gojo dramatic but Nanami? That man was really going for a big theatrical climax, wasn’t he?

Nanami’s face is carefully blank as he asks, “Yoshi-san, the list… Fushiguro Tsumiki is on that list too. Why didn’t you say anything about her?”

And Yoshi doesn’t react to the name at all.

She blinks slowly, searching Nanami’s gaze for some hidden meaning. “Is there something important about her?” she asks, eyebrows raised. “Why would I need to mention her?”

Nanami remains unmoved as he replies, “Because she’s the older sister of Fushiguro Megumi, one of your current students.”

It’s fascinating to watch. Yoshi tries to reign it in, like any sorcerer would, but she’s a softie. Gojo knows that she likes working with Megumi. She cares about her students, even after only knowing them for a short while, and to completely miss the connection between Megumi and Tsumiki is incredibly out of character.

Yoshi looks gutted. The truth of it hits her like a truck, and the sudden surge of remorse is written all over her face, bold as the ink on her skin. “Megumi’s sister?” Yoshi’s voice wavers, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of Nanami. “I-I didn’t know he had a sister. He’s never mentioned it.”

“You never considered that there could be a relation between two people with the same surname?” he asks, inflectionless. “That’s a serious oversight to make.”

“I didn’t know Megumi’s surname,” Yoshi argues back, a bit of her stubbornness returning. “And there’s dozens of names on that list. I don’t remember them all.”

He can tell by the look on Nanami’s face, stoic as he is, that the blonde sorcerer isn’t convinced by her excuse.

“Megumi introduced himself with his full name on the first day,” Gojo corrects Yoshi, an amused smile on his lips. “I was there with you.”

Yoshi frowns, but hesitates to contradict him. “I still didn’t know they were related,” she repeats to Nanami, looking straight at him. “I didn’t notice it. I’m sorry. Do you think we should—?”

“Wait, wait, it’s my turn,” Gojo cuts her off, raising his hand like a student in class. “I just thought of it, I wanna check: What’s my first name?”

“What?” Yoshi scoffs. “Gojo, wh—”

“AH! No, that’s my family name,” he exclaims, making a big ‘X’ with his arms. “Try again.”

She stares at him, trying to figure out if he’s being serious. “Gojo, I don’t have ti—”

“No, no, no, you’re deflecting,” he points out, twiddling his thumbs and carefully hiding his absolute astonishment. He had his suspicions, but wow. “We have plenty of time. Just say my first name.” Wendy is standing behind Yoshi, so only Gojo and Nanami can see the faint look of pity on her face.

Clicking her tongue, Yoshi rolls her eyes. “I don’t remember it,” she says, and then adds, sarcastically, “Sorry.”

I bet she does it all the time, Gojo thinks. How many times has she brushed off people like that, so they don’t realize the problem? Still, I need to be sure.

“What a cruel thing to say!” He wails. “You really know how to cut a guy down! But really, just say my name. You must know it, right?”

Yoshi glares at him. “Why the hell are you asking me this?”

“What do you mean?” he simpers. “You have my full permission. I think we should be on a first-name basis anyway.”

“I just said I don’t remember it,” she grits her teeth. “Really.”

“See, that’s even harder to believe than the Fushiguro thing,” Gojo tsks, leaning towards her. “Because everyone knows my name! Wendy knows my full name, she blurted it out as soon as she met me.” Yoshi instinctively begins to turn towards her friend— “No, no, Yoshi, you can’t phone a friend for this. I’m asking you,” Gojo tells her sternly.

His tone seems to finally get to her, because Yoshi goes rigid, setting her gaze back on Gojo like he’s a threat. He responds with a mild grin, but it doesn’t fool her.

“I don’t remember it,” she repeats slowly.

Gojo cocks his head to the side. “You sure you’re not just messing with me?”

He lifts his hand and points a finger gun at her, carefully drawing up his cursed energy at the tip of his index finger. Just enough for it to glow red, brighter than her jellyfish shikigami and strong enough to make them all uncomfortable in the tiny hotel room.

“Seriously. Like, gun to your head, guess wrong and you die—just say my given name.”

“I don’t remember it,” she says for the final time. She still has her hands tucked away in the pockets of her jacket, posture unchanged, but her expression is severe. “And if you keep threatening me over something so stupid, for whatever reason, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

She looks wonderfully menacing, her face outlined in harsh green and red light. He wants to take a picture.

Bursting into laughter, Gojo withdraws his hand and sits back. “Okay, okay! I get it, I believe you,” he grins, the red light of Aka dispersing instantly. He swings his gaze over to the other sorcerer. “See what I mean, Nanamin?”

Yoshi leans back, her attention snapping to the blond sorcerer.

Nanami sighs, pulling the green glasses off his face. “Yoshi-san, to what degree does your knowledge of talismans affect your memory?”

Honestly, Gojo doesn’t see the point in asking at this point, because the answer is written, if not in Yoshi’s blatant look of discomfort, then in the defeated slump of Wendy’s shoulders.

“From what I know of your kind, it ought to be a bigger problem,” Gojo muses loudly. “I mean, that’s why people stopped practicing it. The price was too high for knowledge. It should fry your brain a lot more. There’s one other living sorcerer like you in Japan, some crusty old serial killer that’s been in an asylum since the 60s. But you, Yoshi—man, it took me a while to figure it out—you just forget a few names, but you get to learn every sutra of all the practitioners before you all at once? That’s unfair! Where’s the balance in that?”

Yoshi, looking like she’s tasted something vile, answers, “Why do you get to judge what’s fair and balanced, Gojo?”

“Well, am I wrong?” He laughs, unable to help himself. “Like, what the fuck, y’know? You should be brain-dead." He pokes at his own temple harshly and sticks out his tongue.

“Maybe,” she deadpans.

“That’s enough,” Nanami says at last, stopping Gojo from poking any further. “We’re only doing this because your behavior was becoming suspicious, but I don’t think it’s necessary to look any deeper into the morality of your practice. And despite Gojo’s antics, he’s already chosen to advocate for you as a sorcerer and has no intention of withdrawing his recommendation.”

Without missing a beat, without even a flicker of gratitude or relief, Yoshi replies, “Great. Then get out of here. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Gojo squawks, “That’s all you have to say?! You don’t even wanna know my first name?”

She stares at him stubbornly. “I’ll see you on Monday, Gojo.”

Oh, this goddamn woman...

“Aren’t you about to ask Andrea about the curse-user?” he points out.

Yoshi folds her arms. “If she has anything useful to say, I’ll share it.”

“Okay, but will you remember it all?” Gojo needles.

Yoshi doesn’t flinch. “I don’t know, but maybe Andrea will remember your face as a guy that tried to kill her—”

“Tell them about the jellyfish,” Wendy suggests, speaking up for the first time. Gojo’s surprised it didn’t happen sooner. The redhead didn’t seem like the type to sit still and shut up for very long.

Yoshi half-turns towards her friend, looking annoyed but a little confused too. “What?”

Wendy just leans over, making eye-contact with Nanami. “Why do you think I told you where we’d be? Yoshi’s not a threat to you, you’re not a threat to us, I’m glad you know that now, but—you need to know about the jellyfish.”

“Oh?” Gojo hums, curious. To be perfectly frank, he didn’t really think about why Wendy had led them right back to Germany. He’d seen it as some overly idealistic attempt to get Gojo and Nanami to trust them about the curse-user they were tracking, and nothing more.

“That’s right,” Nanami says slowly. “You never told me why the boy gave up his shikigami.”

Yoshi looks baffled. “Gave it up? No, the jellyfish is part of our binding vow.” She looks up at the tiny jellyfish that’s been illuminating the room for them, perfectly at ease. “If I don’t help destroy Mahito, Orizuki will kill me.”

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A/N: hey Yoshi are you sure that's a vow?? it sounds like the dead kid cursed you Translations: Hay días tontos y tontos todos los días - There are stupid days and people who are stupid every day Aka - Red (referring to Gojo's cursed technique reversal) Orizuki - (It's called Moon Dregs in the English dub, I forgot to mention this)

[asherschildren]

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template by @luigiskids

character’s name: Grell Gewelle

apparent age: 30

gender: trans woman

source material (and why it’s bad): Black Butler, it was initially intended to be a yaoi with a literal traumatised child and his adult caretaker, and also, im not one to judge a show by its fanbase, but... uh... fucking yikes

pictures of character:

birthday: 17th of December (hehe)

sexuality: Bisexual

personality: She’s over the top and flamboyant, she likes making a lot of noise, and is the very definition of “Chaotic Neutral”, she and her sister Giselle like wreaking havoc upon anyone and anything they see, while Uryu looks on in horror

likes: blowing things up, horror and action movies, cats, knives

dislikes: transphobes, she has DEFINITELY stabbed one at some point, or got her bf to do it for her

fears or triggers: N/A

relationship status: Taken (Grimmjow)

friends: Grimmjow (BF!!!), Giselle (half-sister), Uryu (brother), Naoya (cousin), Asuha, Lotte,

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[ just tagging some people uwu @bitchy-children, @reloving-again, @ikashomeforkidswithbadhomes, @noelles-kids, @stormyskids ]

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 59

well, the sport’s festival has kicked off! and things are getting wild

Akutagawa: "...Please bite me." teacher: excuse me? Akutagawa: "Oh, are you hard of hearing as well in your old age?" kirika: *snickers* teacher: D8< why you little- yana: oh shit son. Akutagawa: *crosses his arms, stares at the teacher* "I am taking notes for my colleague, who is missing class, so I think I'm paying sufficient attention already. Now, proceed, or do you wish to deprive your students of their education, you low-paid, whiny, egotistical halfwit?" yana: *chuckles* teacher: D8< Meme (teaching assistant): ^^; "Araragi? I suggest you apologize to our teacher--" Akutagawa: "Or what?" Meme: "..." *looks at Mio, nods* mio: *hammer arm* someone's gonna get wrecked. Akutagawa: "..." *closes the notebook, slides the pen into it, and hands it to a classmate* "Please protect these from the ensuing battlefield damage. I have to break a hammer in two." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *puts coins into soda machine* "..." eijiro: eeeeey todoroki! are you todor-okay? Todoroki: *stare* "...Ha." -elsewhere- Yumi: *with Shiori in the park* *points* "And that is a dandelion." shiori: dad lion! Yumi: *glasses flash, smile* "So smart!" -elsewhere- Ponera: "..." *pokes the unconscious Shaula* shaula: *whine* mamaaaaa.... Ponera: "...Um...???" shaula: *whimpering* Ponera: "..." *hug* shaula: TT~TT w-why duznt mama love mueh? Ponera: "I-I'm sure she did--does!" shaula: its shho shtuuupiiiid like. she always gives meduza nd arachne aaaalll the attenshun... Ponera: "...Maybe they _need_ more attention? Maybe your mother trusts you?" shaula: zzzzzzz..... Ponera: ^^; ("Now...how do I get her off of me...?") -elsewhere- lana: *resting* Poe: owo;;; *holding a platter* "T-T-Tee-Tee-Tea?" lana: hmm? oh. sure. *smiles and takes it* Poe: owo;;; "I-I'm happy you are here." lana: im happy too. ^^ *kiss on the cheek* Poe: O\\\\\\O "...Why did you do that?" lana: well, cause i love you of course ^^ Poe: "..." *hug* "I love you, too!" lana: ^///^ *hug* Poe: *rests his head* "...I-I-I would...like to get you something for our...um...2-and-a-half week anniversary?" lana: ^///^; that sounds nice. (thinking: oh my god he is too precious for his own good holy shit! >/////< ) Poe: "I-I-I just need to wrap it..." -elsewhere- Lucy: "Heard your stalker got detention." atsushi: yeah....part of me feels kind of sorry for him, but the other part really wants him to leave me alone... Lucy: "Dude could use therapy." *sips her tea* atsushi: yeah....maybe i could ask dazai for advice? Lucy: "Well, they did work together. Worth a shot." odasaku: ..... *remembering how hostile akutagawa was towards him* .... {Akutagawa: "Why does he not trust me?!"} odasaku: .....*sighs* atsushi: *knocking on dazai's door* dazai? are you in there? -THUD- Dazai: "Whoops!" atsushi: ?! dazai?! *using the key and opening the door* DAZAI?! Dazai: *on the floor* "...It didn't work." atsushi:.....!!! *helping him up onto the couch* Dazai: *cough* "W-Welcome!" *smiles* "How are you?" atsushi: we could ask you the same thing... Lucy: "...What the hell were you trying to do?" Dazai: "Kill myself." Lucy: "..." *facepalm* atsushi: ....*sigh* is something bothering you or is it the usual? Dazai: "A bit of both. See, I saw this new beam up there that I hadn't tried before--" atsushi: *sighs* do you want some water or something? Dazai: *nod nod* atsushi: ok. lucy, could you keep an eye on him while i get some water? Lucy: *nods* *stares at Dazai* "...Don't do anything stupid." Dazai: "What, me? I would never! So, you keeping an eye on Atsushi for me?" Lucy: "...Yes?" Dazai: *eyebrow wiggle* Lucy: "...TIGER! HURRY UP BEFORE HE STARTS SAYING WEIRD THINGS!" atsushi: ok i got it! here you go dazai. Dazai: "Thanks, buddy! So, how're you two kids doing?" Lucy: -\\\- atsushi: actually, we wanted to ask you some questions...about akutagawa. Dazai: *spits out his water* atsushi: well, you've known him longer than either of us have. could you give us some insight on why he is the way he is? Lucy: *her face is now covered in spit* "..." *removes her own hankie* Dazai: "...Because I was a shitty teacher." atsushi: ....*listening and hands lucy a paper towel* Lucy: "Thanks..." Dazai: "My attitude was, sink or swim. I wanted perfection..." atsushi: ... Dazai: "That's what I thought the Mafia wanted...what I thought Mori wanted: a soldier, perfect, powerful..." atsushi: ....*remembering how terrified kyouka was of mori* ....(thinking: what kind of person is he...?) Dazai: "And when your boss wants something, you do it...Mori always seemed so...pleased, happy, just wanting to see the best..." atsushi:....i see....do you think....akutagawa hates you because of that? Dazai: "Yes. I think he wants my approval." atsushi: ...wait, didnt you give it to him after the incident on the moby dick? Dazai: "Approval isn't just a one-time thing. You have to keep giving it." atsushi: ...i think i see what you mean....but it makes me wonder how he fell in love with me. here i am thinking he hates me guts...aaah, its so confusing like, why is he like this? and even then he's still hella agro on me! odasaku:...hella agro? atsushi: (thinking: shut up! it slipped!) Dazai: "Hmm...He may be hella agro out of a desire to get closer to that person who receives my approval, his hatred warping into some form of what he considers 'love.'" atsushi:....with all due respect, that's fucked up. odasaku: yeah, that is pretty damn unnerving. Dazai: "Yeah, maybe he should get therapy." Lucy: *soft slap on Atsushi's arm* "See?" atsushi: yep. exactly. but im not sure if we can exactly 'convince' him. seeing he is on the enemy side, after all. Dazai: *sighs* "It's something he has to want to do himself...or have a friend take him." atsushi: .... *lightbulb* we could ask chuuya! Lucy: "...'We'? I think if Dazai asks him it will end badly." Dazai: "Tch. What're you talking about? I'm great with Chuuya! I have a full notebook of 'short' jokes I haven't told him yet!" atsushi: *sweatdrop* Lucy: *chops Dazai* "No." Dazai: TTWTT "Fine. You two ask Chuuya." -and so- atsushi: i think this is the right apartment... odasaku: it's been a while since i've seen chuuya. last i saw him he was getting ready to travel abro- atsushi: *knocks on the door* mr chuuya? Chuuya: *from inside* "Careful--or the fluffy teddy bear will get you with a big bear hug!" atsushi: ???!!! (thinking: what the?) *rings the doorbell and looks at lucy* Lucy: o____o "What sick stuff is he into?" Chuuya: *inside* "Hang on, Sonia--" atsushi: *rings the doorbell again* Chuuya: *looking out the peephole* "???" *opens the door a crack* "...What do you two want?"' atsushi: we were wanting to ask you about akutagawa. sonia: *peeeek* papa, who are these people? odasaku:... !!!??.... how long have i been gone? Chuuya: o_o; Lucy: *shiny eyes* "Oh my God, she is so adorable!" Chuuya: "Um...They are my...classmates, Sonia." sonia:....hello.*small wave* atsushi:....is this a relative of yours? Chuuya: "...I'm taking care of her now...Would you like to come in?" atsushi: um...*looks at lucy* Lucy: "Yes! Thank you!" *enters, bringing in Atsushi by the hand* atsushi: oh, um. o///~///o -and so- sonia: *staaaare* atsushi: have you noticed any changes in akutagawa's behavior recently? Chuuya: "Yes. He is really odd around you." Lucy: "...How old are you, Sonia?" sonia:....you got red hair like mama does...but mama's is a darker red. atsushi: yeah, i noticed that...what was he like? after dazai left the mafia, i mean? Lucy: ("...Doesn't really answer my question...") ^^; "Thank you. I like your hair." Chuuya: "Rather serious, but abusive. Especially towards Higuchi." atsushi: yikes....is she ok? Chuuya: "It took her a long time to get over...a lot of complicated regard she has for him." atsushi:....ah.... Chuuya: "On the one hand, he's gotten a bit better...then there's you." atsushi: *points to himself* me? Chuuya: "He...is infatuated with you." atsushi: ...i kinda know that....but the way he has been going about it is.... alarming. Chuuya: "No kidding. I don't know what to do with him..." atsushi: maybe try getting him therapy? Chuuya: "...Not a bad idea. Don't know how to convince him, though." sonia: *picks up mito and pets her* mito: =w= Lucy: "Oh, you have a cat? What's their name?" Chuuya: "...Mito." mito: *mreeow* ^^ atsushi: oh right, i think i saw her the last time i was here? Lucy: "That's a cute name." *stares at Mito* Chuuya: "Yeah...She's doing well." sonia: she's got the same name as mama....but mama's in heaven now. atsushi: ...... Lucy: "...Oh." sonia: *hugging chuuya* Chuuya: "..." *pats her, hugging her back* -elsewhere- Gin: "...What am I going to do with him?" higuchi: i have no clue. naoya: same tbh. Gin: *sighs, pours another drink* "He'll be in detention all week. That is not helpful for missions." naoya: god damn, did he kill anyone? Gin: "No. He was knocked out by a meister-weapon duo." naoya: seriously? how did that happen?! Gin: "The weapon had two edges...I would not be surprised if he was distracted." higuchi: how do we get him out though...? naoya:...*lightbulb* i could pose as his aunt! Gin: "And do what?" naoya: see if i can talk them into letting him out in those guardian-teacher conferences! Gin: "Ah. That is a good idea. Please do so." -elsewhere- Mori: *sets down tea and cakes* elise: ^^ *nom* miura: ... Mori: "Miura, we should really give you something to let you eat and drink..." miura: it's fine. i dont need anything at present. Mori: "Oh, you don't know what you're missing with this cake." *takes a bite* "Just imagine the taste..." miura: -_-;;;; Mori: "Elise, it is tasty, yes?" elise: *nods* miura: -_-; Mori: "See? Now we just need to give you an intestinal track, taste buds--" miura: i think i'll pass up on your offer. Mori: *shrug* "Oh well. More cake for us, Elise!" -elsewhere- Hawthorne: "..." RHOD member: got a call from pushkin. he said he'd be arriving sometime this month. bandage butler: *pouring tea* FD: "His return will be helpful...but I do not look forward to his bear-hugs." bandage butler: i can imagine after his previous conversation with miss lewis, he will be steering clear of her. short girl: i do not look forward to him lifting me into the air like last time...if he tries that, im going to be tempted to put a bulled between his eyes. yana: jeez katya, chill. FD: *small laugh* "Will certainly be more entertaining around here..." yana: ....huh. im actually surprised there's a bunch of people working with us. for a while, i forgot about the rest of them. FD: "Simply taking care of business abroad. All part of the plan." yana: noted....whats up with the padre? he looks like he's about to collapse... FD: "He...needed to be reprimanded." Hawthorne: *shudders* yana: .....oi padre, you look like shit. Hawthorne: "...Yes." katya: <here i thought the nurse hitting him with a pipe would have given him brain damage. that's one durable priest.> Hawthorne: *stares at Katya* <Indeed.> yana: oh, look at that, he's learning. Hawthorne: *stares at FD* "I will do as you instruct...my lord." FD: *smiles* "Glad to hear." -elsewhere- Sho: "...Him..." dahlia: sir? Sho: "The one with the Adora Burst...He will be dealt with." -elsewhere- Aizawa: *covered in bandages* momo: D8 tsuyu: did something happen? Aizawa: *muffled voice* "I volunteered for medical training today. The lesson was on bandages. The students over-did it." momo: *sigh of relief* Aizawa: "I also have forms for you all to fill out for the Festival--" *tries to pick up papers--but his hands are wrapped* "..." -elsewhere- Lucy: *waves to Sonia* ^^ sonia: byebye... atsushi: ^^ Chuuya: *waves* "...You were very polite to our guests, Sonia. Good job." sonia: .... Chuuya: "...Did they seem friendly to you?" sonia: *nods* Chuuya: "...Want to go out for a walk?" sonia: *nods* Chuuya: "Okay." *pulls out a jacket Kouyou gave him* "This should fit you." sonia: *puts it on....the sleeves are a lil big, but ok* Chuuya: "..." *smiles* "You'll grow into it." sonia: *holding his hand* Chuuya: *smiles* "Maybe we can stop by a shop and pick you up some other clothes, too. You like dresses?" sonia:...*nod* Chuuya: "We'll get you a dress that you like--whatever you like." *opens the door, leading her out* -elsewhere- Lucy: "...So, how are you going to tell Dazai that Chuuya has an adorable daughter?" atsushi: welll..... 7-7;;; -gilligan cut to...- Dazai: "...WHAT?!" atsushi: yeah. ^^; Dazai: "...I need to buy a present!" -elsewhere- naoya: hello there! im ryuzaki's aunt, a pleasure to speak with you! ^^ Akutagawa: o_o; Teacher: "??? Um, hi...How may I help you?" naoya: well, we heard you've given him a week's worth detention for him acting out in class? Teacher: "Yes. It was quite a disturbance in class." naoya: ah. you see, i think he's stressed out because of the time of year. it was around this time that his mother died, my sister in case you didnt know. Teacher: "...I'm sorry." naoya: yeah. Teacher: "Still, his behavior was disruptive, and he must be held accountable--" -elsewhere- Gin: *sigh* "That's a relief." -elsewhere- sonia: *nomming on crepe, shiny eyes* Chuuya: "How is it?" sonia: this is the most delicious thing i have had today. where have these been my whole life? Chuuya: "Hee hee...Well, they're here whenever you want. I mean, during business hours. And only after you have your--" Dazai: "HUUUUUUUULLOOOOO!" sonia:...papa, who is that weird person? Chuuya: o_o; "..." -_- "No one. Just ign--" Dazai: "I'm your Uncle Dazai! Pleased to meet you, Chuuya Jr!" sonia: *glaring at dazai* Chuuya: -___-;;; "This man is just a fool, Sonia, ignore--" Dazai: " 'Sonia'? Why not something better? Like--" sonia: dont talk to me, scrub. Dazai: OWO;;; Chuuya: "..." TTWTT "So proud..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: "How did your mission go?" kenji: it went great! we even got to see one of my friends from ihatov! Kunikida: "Oh? Who was that?" nankichii: *peeeek* Q-Q; Kunikida: "??? That them? Don't just stand there--present yourself." nankichii:....nankichii niimi....im in the city....working for the salamander publishing company.... Kunikida: "Oh, you're an editor?" nankichii: i guess y-you could say that... Kunikida: "...I write." nankichii: are you a novelist? a reporter? Kunikida: "Novelist." nankichii: really? how interesting. Kunikida: "Yes. It is a noir story, with romance." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "...Well, thank you for freeing me from detention." naoya: no problem, akuta. *hair ruffle* ^^ Akutagawa: -_-# *small growl* naoya: *chuckles* Akutagawa: "...Not my fault that teacher didn't shut up." naoya: yeah, i feel you, man. Akutagawa: "And I would've won that duel if I wasn't distracted." naoya: what distracted you? Akutagawa: "..." =\\\\= "The Weretiger..." naoya: ahhh, i see. you really like him, dont you, akuta? Akutagawa: "I-I simply want to dominate him in combat--and maybe make out a bit." naoya: *nods* Akutagawa: "...You think I'm weird, don't you?" naoya: i dont think so at all. whatever floats your boat, dude. some people like girls, some like guys, some like both or more, some arent interested at all, it's no big deal. *shrug* Akutagawa: "...Folks don't want to be intimate with their enemies." -elsewhere- Mori: "How is work going without Chuuya?" kouyou: its been busy. i've already had some of my servants deliver a few things to his apartment. ^^ Mori: "...Happy to see you so devoted." ^^; kouyou: ^^....i was expecting ace to make some smart ass quip, but he is dead, so no one cares. Mori: "Ha ha ha!" kouyou: we still havent found a replacement for him yet... Mori: *shiny eyes* "Time to interview..." miura: ._.; Mori: "Do an internal search among current employees--and maybe we can interview outside--" miura: understood, sir. Mori: "Thank you, Miura." *looks around* -elsewhere- Spirit: *doing push-ups* -elsewhere- Higan: "...Not quite right." -elsewhere- Rin: *practicing with his sword* -elsewhere- louisa: *writing things down* Fitzgerald: "Miss Alcott, update." -elsewhere- Gin: "I am finished." hirotsu: good job. Gin: *bows* "Thank you. Will that be all?" -elsewhere- Kid: *stomach growls* .\\\. stocking hungry? Kid: *nods* -elsewhere- Vulcan: *checking the backyard with magnifying goggles* -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Come along, Sonia." sonia: *walking with him* Dazai: QWQ *broken inside* "...Such awful language by someone so young..." sonia: *glares at dazai* Dazai: D8> Chuuya: *pats Sonia's head* "You have a good day?" sonia:..*nod* Chuuya: "That's good. And we'll have your bed set up tomorrow." sonia: okay papa. Chuuya: ^^; "I think you'll like your own bed. And we can decorate your room. What would you like on the walls?" sonia:....*shrug* Chuuya: "Well...Maybe flowers?" sonia:...i guess... Chuuya: "...Your grandmother likes flowers." sonia: *smiles* Chuuya: "We can meet her tomorrow. Would that be good?" sonia: *nods* Chuuya: "Okay, then. We'll bring Grandma a gift, too." -elsewhere- Akitaru: "..." *sips coffee* "...Why are there linear scorch marks along the walls?" maki: hm? Akitaru: *points* "It's like someone just kept attacking the wall with, what, a laser pointer?" maki:....*stares at arthur* Arthur: *his shirt is scorched, has a flame still burning on his shoulder* "..." *he's still holding a fiery Excalibur* "...What?" -elsewhere- Shinoda: *sipping apple juice* nea: *enjoying an ice pop* hard to believe it's october already. Shinoda: "Yes...Time keeps passing quickly..." *clears his throat* "Have you considered what to do for Halloween?" -elsewhere- Todoroki: *in his pajamas, drying his hair with a towel* fuyumi: im back from work! Todoroki: "Oh. Welcome. How was work?" *pours tea* fuyumi: went well. *smiles* Todoroki: "That's good. The stew is about done." fuyumi: awesome! Todoroki: "...Sis?" fuyumi: hmm? what is it, shouto? Todoroki: "...This is a lot of food. I was thinking of...company." fuyumi: oh? one of your friends from school? Todoroki: "..." *nods* fuyumi: have anyone in mind? Todoroki: *nods* -elsewhere- Hawthorne: *seated in his room, reading* "..." child!hawthorne?: *staring at him, bleeding* ...... Hawthorne: *glances* "...What now?' child!hawthorne?:.....*just smiles, with blank, hollow eyes* Hawthorne: "!!!" *shuts his book* ???:....na...tha...niel.... Hawthorne: "?!" *looks around* -what looks like mitchell is crawling closer to him.....'she' looks up at him, pale skin, with the same blank hollow eyes- mitchell?: its.....so cold....here......i...miss you.... Hawthorne: "!!!" *tries to back up--and falls out of his chair* mitchell?: *she crawls on top of him* im so lonely nathaniel....its so cold its so cold its so cold its so cold -her voice almost sounds like its being spoken over an old radio- Hawthorne: "Get off of me! This is not how I want it!" mitchell?: dont you...love me? *stroking his cheek* Hawthorne: *shudders* "Mitchell...I'm going to s-save you...but you aren't...this isn't..." mitchell?: dont you....want me? Hawthorne: o\\\o "Mitchell...This is not how..." mitchell?: *kissing him...she's freezing* Hawthorne: *trying to push her away* "N-No! Stop!" -knocks on the door- -both the fake mitchell and the young hawthorne are gone- Hawthorne: *collapsed on the floor, shaking* katya: *leaves his food on his desk then exits* Hawthorne: Q~Q -elsewhere- Lucy: *shiver* anne: *pulls the covers up over her* Lucy: =w= "Thank you..." -morning- Kid: *happy sigh* stocking: zzzz Kid: *turns over* stocking: zzzzzzz Kid: *hug* stocking: =w= Kid: *smooch* stocking: hehe~ Kid: "Good morning, angel..." *pats her side* stocking: mmmm~ Kid: "Sleep well?" *holds her close* stocking: mmhmm....you? Kid: "Very...Guess who was in my dreams?" stocking: *smirks* elvis? Kid: *soft chuckle* if I were doing things like _that_ with elvis, that would just be all kinds of weird. -elsewhere- Dazai: *snoring* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *setting out a bowl of cereal with yogurt* sonia: zzzz Chuuya: *sets out cat food, heads to his bedroom where Sonia sleeps* "Sonia?" sonia: *yawn* Chuuya: "I got fruit and yogurt for you, and some granola." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *tossing in bed* -*screaming*- Todoroki: "Wh-What?!" -silence- {Todoroki: *shaking*} {???:...useless...} {Todoroki: *sniffles*} {???: i should have disposed of you the moment you came screaming into this world} {Todoroki: "Wh-Why...Why are you doing this?"} -alarm clock- Todoroki: *blasts an icicle spear through it* -silence- Todoroki: "..." *lets out a sigh, trying to steady his breathing and racing heart* -at school- Mineta: "--and she said, 'But that's how it's supposed to work!'" *smiles widely, waiting for the laugh at his punchline* -no one payed any attention- student: i dont get it. Mineta: D:< "I WAS TELLING YOU A HILARIOUS JOKE! I'll start over. See, it's funny because--" ochako: oh, the teacher is in! Aizawa: "Hi." *in a duck costume* ochako:....*covering her mouth, trying not to laugh* Aizawa: "...I can explain. We need volunteers to dress as mascots for the Festival. Those who are not participating in the games should volunteer. Ask your friends. Or, those of you without friends, ask your classmates." jirou: cool. Aizawa: *hands the flyers to Iida to pass out* Iida: *looks at the mascot options* "...You actually have a capybara outfit?" -elsewhere- Kepuri: *honking the horn* "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" nea: ouo; *in the passenger's seat* Kepuri: *cuts someone off* nea: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?! D8> *legit terrified* Kepuri: "??? What? You said you wanted to get there at a good time. And this is how I always drive." nea: BY GOOD TIME I DO NOT MEAN A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE!! Kepuri: "I told you, I drive this way all the time." *runs a red light* nea: Q_Q;; akaderu: *asleep in the back* Kepuri: "I've been doing this kind of thing for years--never got a ticket once, still got my license. Isn't that right, babe?" akaderu: *sleep nod* nea: how the hell?! i grew up into a mafia family and even _we_ drive better than this! Kepuri: "Then you haven't seen anything yet..." *drives off a platform--off the highway* -elsewhere- Mori: "Elise, just once! Please!" elise: no way. it looks so stupid! >xP make miura do it! Mori: "??? I don't think it's her size...Miura, can you shrink your body?" miura: no. -_-; elise: lame. and we cant use rainy's body because she wont react.....what did you ever even do with it, rintarou? Mori: owo; "...Buried it, of course." elise: did you really? -.- Mori: "Would I lie to you?" elise: .... -.- Mori: "Now, no one is leaving until someone in this room puts on this dress." -it ended up being mori who put it on- -elsewhere- Gin: *tosses her kunai at the wall* "Stop." ayako: OuO;;; higuchi: o.o; Gin: "Watch again. Higuchi will help me demonstrate." -elsewhere- Todoroki: *writing notes* -elsewhere- fang: uu! kurome: *showing him a picture book* Kurogiri: "D'aw..." himiko: ^^ Kurogiri: "I brought snacks..." *holds up a tray* kurome: *nom* thank you, papa ^^ Kurogiri: "You're welcome. Make sure to chew your food--and have some juice." -elsewhere- Arthur: *in angel wings* shinra:....i think boyle has finally cracked. Arthur: "I descend from Heaven. I stand here on Earth. I am your Holy Knight to protect you all." licht: ..... Hyde: "...Kick his ass, Licht." licht: *grabs hyde and throws him at arthur* Hyde: *SCREAM* Arthur: "???" *tries to swing his sword, but--* -KO- Arthur: X___X Hyde: *twitching* shinra: i'll dig another grave for arthur's dignity....again. Hyde: "Licht...Save me...I’m dying..." licht: i'll arrange your funeral then. Hyde: D:< "Avenge me!" licht: i shall bring you to heaven because *pose* i am an arch angel here to bless you. Hyde: "..." .\\\. iris: i have no idea what's going on right now. shinra: ditto. Relan: "...Evidently, Arthur's dead, and Hyde's going to get a funeral?" -elsewhere- Izuku: *doing chin-ups* -elsewhere- Todoroki: "..." *drawing in edges of paper* momo: you alright, todoroki? Todoroki: "??? Fine. Thank you. Just focusing on the competition." momo: ah. Todoroki: "...I know you are as well. Good luck." -elsewhere- Vulcan: *crushing cans* -elsewhere- Black Star: "I'm going to hit this one far!" *has a baseball bat and ball* soul: alright. *eye glint* sayaka: wa wa waaaa kilik: ^^; Black Star: *holds the bat, ready to knock the ball out of the park* soul: *TOSS* Black Star: *swings* -SHAWIIING- *crack* soul: oh... oh shit. Touma: "WHO DID THIS?!" sayaka: FUCKING BAIL! kilik: oh shit oh shit oh shit. Touma: *running* @@#^@$@T$*@&Y$!!!! Black Star: "..." soul: O-O *grabs him and runs* Touma: *catching up to Sayaka* "YOU'RE PAYING FOR THAT OUT OF YOUR ASS!!!" sayaka: *SCREEEEECH* ???: "Oh no you don't!" sayaka: ueh? Johannes: *surgeon punch* Touma: D: *knocked down * sayaka: o.o ..... Q_Q;;;; soul: are you fuckin real right now? Johannes: *wicked voice at Touma* "So...I see I have a new patient..." *removes a scalpel* "Time to operate..." *then smiles at Sayaka* "Hello, Lima Bean! Long time~" sayaka: TTuTT (thinking: just when i thought this chapter of my life was over..... W H Y ???? ) mafura: D8> Touma: *dazed* "I see the stars...Am I in outer space?" Johannes: *shiny eyes* "How have you been? You look taller. How's your health? Need a blood test? Turn and cough..." mafura: please dont die mr touma! D8> sayaka: *voice crack* been good. Touma: "God? Is that you? I see the light..." Black Star: "...Um...Maybe we should head home--" Johannes: "I'll give you a ride!" mafura: *poke poke* sayaka: aaactually my mom was gonna give us a lift! OuO;; Touma: *his mouth moves, bleeding a bit* "Nom nom..." Johannes: "Then I shall meet her and let her know how great you are!" kilik: yeah, im sure she'd love to meet the weirdo who has been harassing her daughter. soul: oh sick burn. Johannes: "I'm not harassing! I'm talking!" kilik: yeah, you're just one letter missing from that. soul: oh sick burn x2. mafura: mr touma! you're bleeding! should mafura make it better? Touma: "Yes, Miss Angel--help me..." Johannes: *somehow already behind Kilik and Soul, twin scalpels ready* "..." kilik + soul: O_O; you sure he isnt related to stein?! sayaka: not that i know! mafura: *licking the blood........her pupils dilate* Johannes: *looks up at Mafura* owo;;; mafura: *charging at them* sayaka: !!! *blocks with her sword* HOLY FUCK! kilik: ?!?! soul: the fuck is wrong with her?! Johannes: "Don't let her bite you!" sayaka: IS IT RABIES?! mafura: *snarling* Johannes: "More like a vampire!" sayaka: O_O BLACK*STAR DO SOMETHING! YOU'RE THE VAMPIRE EXPERT HERE! Black Star: "..." *walks up to Mafura* mafura: *hisses at him* kilik: O_O; Black Star: *takes Mafura by the back of her neck* mafura: *growls* Black Star: *slams her, face first--into Touma's forehead* -KO- -elsewhere- Poe: *humming* karl: *resting on his head* Poe: *looks over the pages* "..." *nods* *turns to the first page, and writes a dedication...* karl: *peek* *Dedication: "To Lana, the light that illuminates the recesses of my mind, and gives eternal warmth to my heart”* karl: ^^ Poe: "..." *looks at business card* "... ... ... I CAN'T DO THIS!!!" karl: *pap pap* Poe: "M-Maybe I should burn the manuscript. The publisher doesn't need to see this! Just destroy it--" karl: *raccoon chop* =3= *raccoon sounds* Poe: Q~Q *rubs his head* "You make a persuasive argument, Karl...I can set this aside and think about it..." karl: ^^ Poe: "...I don't even know whether she'll like it." -knocks- Poe: *tenses* "Y-Yes?" lana: hey. hope you dont mind me dropping by. ^^ Poe: owo "N-Never! Delighted to see you! How are you? Hello, Lana!" lana: ^^ doing good. hard to believe it's october already. Poe: "!!! It is?! But I haven't decorated for Halloween yet!" lana: i could help you out if you want. Poe: "...YES! I would like that." -elsewhere- Shotaro: "Welcome back!" nea: *scarred for life, foaming at the mouth* awawawawawawawawa...... Emine: "..." *stares at Kepuri* "Teach me how you did such a bad deed." Kepuri: -_-; "I didn't do a bad deed. We were test driving my new modified car--" Shinoda: D: "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" *shakes Akaderu* akaderu: 'parently she has motion sickness. nea: awawawawawa... Shinoda: *smashes wall glass with tiny mallet, revealing a small refrigerator with frozen ice cream inside* "Eat! You must recuperate!" Kepuri: ("I bet he won't even thank me for installing the 'Emergency Cold Stuff' wall unit...") nea: *nom* TTuTT Shinoda: "It's okay. You're safe now..." Kepuri: *looks at Akaderu* "What's with people not able to handle a quick drive?" akaderu:....*shrug* -elsewhere- Jacqueline: .\\\. -elsewhere- Chuuya: "...Can you recommend a school for Sonia?" secretary: a school, sir? hmmm. depends on what you're looking for in terms of her education. Chuuya: "Private. Best in the area. Good security." secretary: let me just take a look then, sir. Chuuya: "Thank you." Mori: *calling out from his office* "I think it looks wonderful!" secretary: -_-; Chuuya: "What the--" *Mori comes out in the dress* miura: -_-; elise: *laughing* secretary:............ mafioso:...consider this my week's notice. Mori: "See? Elise likes it?" Chuuya: o_o; "..." -_- *pulls out a flask* naoya:.....im not sure if this is the best or worst thing i have ever seen... Akutagawa: "..." *bringing Rashomon to his own eyes* rashomon: *blindfold mode* hirotsu:.....*takes a long drag* to each their own, i suppose. mafioso 2: aaaand posted! Mori: owo;;; "...'Posted'?" mafioso 2: ..... >3>;;; -underground- yana: oh. my. fucking. god. FD: "???" katya: ......no comment. RHOD member: it does make him look pretty, got to give him that. FD: "...I can think of others who would look better in it." -elsewhere- Dazai: "..." *loud laughing* mii:......*cat snerk* Dazai: "Gonna forward this to Ango..." kenji: he looks really pretty ^^ Kyoka: "...I can't unsee it..." atsushi:........ odasaku:....yeeeah im not touchin that one. Kunikida: "We're not paying you all to stare at crossdressing photos. Back to work." fukuzawa:........ -____-; not even a lifetime of sake will get me to unsee that. Dazai: "Don't know unless you try, Boss!" -elsewhere- ango:......*glasses crack* DAMMIT! Taneda: "???" ango: *exits out* nothing sir. -elsewhere- Relan: "...I wore it better." shinra: so true. Relan: "Speaking of..." shinra: hmm?... o///o oh. Relan: "I can...try it on..." -elsewhere- Touma: *waking up* "Wh-What...?" medic: feeling better? Touma: "...Fine. Where is Mafura?" mafura: *in the bed next to him, asleep* Touma: "...When will she awaken?" medic: she's resting for right now...we had to apply some sedatives to her... Touma: "Get her to recover. When she does, we'll have a mission..." medic: understood, sir. will you be bringing tsurugi along as well? Touma: "Yes." -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: =w= *kicks slightly* kirei: he seems happy. Tsukiyo: "Yeah...Any idea why?" kirei: he's probably dreaming about something... {tsubaki: *pet pet* ^^} {Mr. Tsubaki: ^W^ "Am...I good?"} {tsubaki: *nods and hugs*} {Mr. Tsubaki: o\\\o "...That means so much to me..."} {tsubaki: *leans in for a kiss*} {Mr. Tsubaki: o\\w\\o *closes his eyes, leans in...*} -elsewhere- Black Star: *putting ice on his arm* tsubaki: you could have died!! D8 Black Star: "Well, I didn't." ^^; tsubaki: *sigh* honestly... Black Star: "...Hey, it got solved. At least Sayaka didn't get hurt..." tsubaki: well, then again, sayaka is able to heal. right now im more concerned about you! Black Star: "...Thanks. I'll...recover." -elsewhere- Johannes: =w= metsu: you seem in a good mood today, doctor. Johannes: "Ran into someone after a long time~" metsu: oh? Johannes: "That sweet little Lima Bean..." *sigh* metsu:...*dials phone* yes, i would like to report a pervert. Johannes: D: "Why does everyone say that?!" -elsewhere- Aizawa: "Another drink?" namiko:...*nod* Aizawa: *pours* "...Rough, huh?" namiko: yes.....the ropes didnt work.... Aizawa: "You can't go on like that..." namiko: TT-TT -elsewhere- Patty: "Hello, Mrs. Stocking's Mother!" felisia: hello patti. what brings you here? ^^ Patty: "...Can we talk in private?" felisia: ah. what's on your mind? Patty: "...What's it like being pregnant?" felisia: well, other than being sick in the mornings....it's...it's pretty scary...you have a small life growing inside you, and you want to keep it safe... Patty: "...I...never knew what that was like with Big Sis's pregnancy..." felisia: *small shock*......oh... Patty: "...!!! Shit! I shouldn't have said that! D-Don't tell Sis..." felisia: ... ^^ i wont say anything. Patty: "...It's just not something I can ask Liz about when...you know." felisia:....*pats her head*... Patty: -w- "Th-Thanks..." *sniff* felisia: ...... Patty: "I don't know how you all do it...I can't imagine it..." felisia: .... Patty: "A-Are you scared?" felisia:...hard not to be. one of those things that comes with being a parent, i suppose.... *remembering how angry stocking had been with her* .... Patty: "Is it weird having a child pop out of you?" felisia:....it can be painful. yes. and dont forget all the screaming. Patty: o______o "...Yours, or the baby's?" felisia:........................................yes. Patty: o_o; "...I think I'm going to be practicing safe sex for a bit." felisia:....good call. -elsewhere- Rin: "...Have I improved?" shura: sure have. Rin: "...Then why don't I feel it?" kyouko: takes practice i guess. Rin: "I guess...Then I guess I'm still practicing..." -elsewhere- Bakugo: "Don't think I'm going to go soft in the Festival." eijiro: *holding up punching bag* Bakugo: *one punch after another...* eijiro: keep up the great work! Bakugo: *pulls back his fist* "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO IS THE HERO OF THIS CLASS!" *powerful blast* eijiro: *KNOCKED BACK BUT STANDING GROUND* that was.....WICKED SWEET! Bakugo: *panting* "...Still not enough for the Festival...Take five." -elsewhere- Shinoda: "Any better?" nea: =n= *nod* Shinoda: "..." *rubs her back* nea:..... Shinoda: "You're safe now." nea:.....*sniff* i missed you, dummy. Shinoda: "..." *hug* "I missed you, too." -elsewhere- Kid: *stretches* stocking: *hug* *smooooch* Kid: "!!! Hee hee...Jump scare?" stocking: maybe.... i love you so much~<3 Kid: ^\\\^ "I love you, too." *smooch* -elsewhere- Izuku: *swimming laps* mina: *timing him* Izuku: ("The water will give resistance...build up arm and leg muscle...regulate my breath...") *taps the wall, swings around--and pushes his feet off to swim back* -elsewhere- Yohei: *with a picture book* "And so, the inventor put together the pieces, until she made a new toy..." toru: *watching* uu! Yohei: "Hee hee...It's a funny toy, right?" *the picture book has a drawing of a teddy bear, with some soft cloth attached to touch and feel what the bear feels like* "Want to pet the teddy bear, Toru?" toru: *pat pat* ^o^ Yohei: "Soft teddy bear, right?" *there's a button on a toy robot* "What do you think the button does, Toru?" -elsewhere- Konro: *cutting up vegetables* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *in overalls, covered in paint* "I think that's about it..." naoya: nice job. she's gonna love this. Chuuya: *small smile* "I hope so...Thanks for helping." naoya: no probs. ^^ Chuuya: "How have things been at work?" naoya: same stuff as usual, i guess. Chuuya: "Akutagawa behaving?" naoya: define 'behaving'? Chuuya: "Has he compromised the Mafia in any way that required bribing, drugging, or killing witnesses or authorities?" naoya: in short, he hasnt murdered anyone outside of required targets, no. Chuuya: "Well, that's progress..." naoya: i guess... *sigh* the kid's been put through a lot in his life... Chuuya: "..." *nods* "When you are on the street...and then how Dazai treated him..." naoya: .....i never did like that stuck up little shit. his additude seriously pissed me off, acting all high and mighty just cause he is the 'youngest mafia executive in history'. tch-, more like a spoiled brat, if you ask me... Chuuya: "No kidding. You know, there _are_ other executives with accomplishments, Dazai--glory-hog." naoya: yeah, even ace-hole had something going for him, even though he was a BITCH! haha! Chuuya: "Don't let Mori hear you--he likes to think his choices of executives have been excellent." naoya: hey, i wont say anything if you wont. but in all seriousness, acehole can fuck right off. Chuuya: "He certainly failed to have any good will among his subordinates. That is no way to run an operation." naoya: gotta give those rats _some_ credit, they managed to knock him off his high horse....and off the mortal coil. Chuuya: "...Yes." naoya:...just what do those rats want? ....you think this might be another situation like what happened with mimic? Chuuya: "I don't know...Mimic seemed rather focused on one thing. These Rats...just seem to want to rip apart." naoya: ....shit. you got any booze on ya? thinking about all this is just...i dont even know, man. Chuuya: *hands her a flask* naoya: thanks. *takes a long sip* ah, fuck that's good. Chuuya: "You've had your practice with alcohol." naoya: yeah...cant believe its been like, what, 8 years since i joined the mafia? Chuuya: "Any regrets?" naoya: .....about as many as most people, i guess. but no turning back for me now. Chuuya: "..." *sighs* naoya: ......hard to believe you're a dad now. Chuuya: "...I am." naoya:....that kid's going to be depending on you...trusting you....you better not break that trust. *her expression is serious* Chuuya: "I-I won't! I swear." naoya: .....good. *smiles* so, you gonna be in the sports festival? Chuuya: *sighs* "Don't see how I can avoid it." -elsewhere- Akutagawa: "..." mafioso: what a day... Akutagawa: "What? Exhausted already?" mafioso: just been a long mission....got something on your mind, akutagawa? Akutagawa: "...No one takes me seriously." mafioso: sir? Akutagawa: "I'm now playing a student, getting detention...Cannot get Dazai to take me seriously, the Tiger..." mafioso:...that's rough, buddy. Akutagawa: "I can't even get drunk..." mafioso: but hey, how about next year, we take out out someplace nice? Akutagawa: "...Fine." mafioso: awesome! Akutagawa: "...Maybe I'll go out for a walk." mafioso: be careful out there, man. Akutagawa: "I am. Always." -elsewhere- Sakuya: *points at a window* "How about going there?" naho: hmm? ooh! that looks nice! Sakuya: *opens the door* After you~" naho: thanks sakkun ^^ Sakuya: "Any time...Should be able to get a table--" Host: *looks at Naho* "May I help you?" naho: table for two, please~! ^^ Host: "I have the perfect spot. Right this way..." *leads them up the stairs...* naho: ^^ woah! *The table is already set--with one of Naho's favorite appetizers...* naho: *shiny eyes* *drooling* Sakuya: ^^ *pull out a chair for her* -elsewhere- Benimaru: "Ready?" fang-hua: *nods* Tsukiyo: "Yep!" Benimaru: "Proceed." fang-hua: *charging forwards* Tsukiyo: *war cry* -elsewhere- Gin:"...No." Tachihara: “AW COME ON! it’s one favor I’m asking here!” hirotsu: ?? Tachihara: "Just once! And I'll never ask for anything ever again!" mafioso: i doubt that! Tachihara: "SHUT UP, KEVIN--YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE DOG FOOD!" mafioso: -_- *mutters* play the bean boozled challenge once, and ya never hear the end of it... Tachihara: *on his knees* "Please, Gin! Just once!" Gin: "..." *looks at Hirotsu* "What should I require he give up in exchange?" hirotsu: given there is a formal event coming up. actually wear a suit this time, and not that trashy suit t-shirt. what is he asking for _this_ time? Gin: "Retrieve the number of some girl he is stalking--" hirotsu: *facepalm* of course. Tachihara: "IT'S NOT STALKING! She works at the cafe--" Gin: *holds up a hand* "Put on the fancy suit, you'll get it." hirotsu: if you're that desperate, why not talk to her yourself? Tachihara: TT_TT "The guy ahead of me in line asked for her number--and got thrown out the window." mafioso: yikes. Gin: "I can promise that will not happen to me." -elsewhere- Kyoka: "You seem pleased." atsushi: i guess i am. Kyoka: "Any particular reason?" -elsewhere- Kunikida: *grunt* -elsewhere- Kouji: owo *petting puppy* dog: ^u^ Kouji: ^W^ *LOUD SCREAMING* Kouji: QWQ; *turns around* jirou: what the-? Bakugo: "GET BACK HERE, YOU CRIMINAL, SO I CAN BLOW YOU UP!" -elsewhere- Izuku: "Thank you for the meal, Mom!" -elsewhere- Todoroki: *sends an icicle through a target* "...Suppose that's good enough." -soon, the opening ceremonies would begin- lord death: HOW'S IT GOING EVERYBODY! -audience cheering- Hiro: *his view is blocked* ._. "...Is something happening?" lord death: thank you all for coming to this years sports festival! and for those of you watching from wherever you're viewing this, be it at home, or on the go, thanks for tuning in! EF: ah! i got a livestream up on my phone, here. Hiro: "Oh, great! Thanks." -elsewhere at the festival- Ann: "Man, security here is a pain--at this rate, we'll never get inside for interviews!" camera man: well, considering all the incidents... -inside- itsuka: hey! katsuki! best of luck out there, ok? Bakugo: .\\\\. "I-I don't need luck...I'm just going to blast my way to the top with my own skill!...Th-Thanks." itsuka: glad to hear. because i wont hold back either! *shiny eyes* *determined* Bakugo: "?!!!" *smirk* "Oh, yeah? WELL YOU BETTER NOT HOLD BACK! I'm here to do the best against the best!" itsuka: ^^ Mineta: *pacing* "Don't be nervous don't be nervous...Just do what you should do when you're scared: imagine the audience naked!" *pause* "...THAT ISN'T HELPING!" ochako: IM HELLA PUMPED! eijiro: YEEEEEAH! Iida: "Okay, everyone! Get your game faces on!" Izuku: *nervous smile* Todoroki: "...Midoriya." Izuku: "??? Y-Yes, Todoroki--" Todoroki: "I know you are being groomed by All Might. I know your skill. But don't think for a second that will be enough. Out there, we are competitors. And I will win this Festival." Izuku: ._. Bakugo: "?!!!" mina: woah, he's seriously getting into it o.o;; Izuku: *clenches his fist, shakes slightly* "Todoroki...I respect your powers...but don't think I'm going to back down either. All of us are fighting for something out there. And I have a reason, too--I am will do my best to win!" momo: besides, today is only the opening ceremonies. Todoroki and Izuku: .\\\. "...Oh. Right." Bakugo: "Tch. Noobs." -in the other training room- yuuji: ..... hitoshi:......good luck. yuuji: *nods* yeah.... -in another training room- atsushi: seems the hero classes and ALT classes have different uniforms. im kinda nervous. Chuuya: "Because it makes you a target for the heroes to knock you out of the competition first?" atsushi: yikes. ._.; kyouka, are they always this hostile? Kyouka: "Pretty much." Akutagawa: "Tiger..." atsushi: *SHRILL SCREECH* heeeeeyyyyyy ak-er-'araragi!' ^^;;;; Akutagawa: "...I just want you to know that, just as everyone else is fighting for someone out there, I too am fighting for someone: you." atsushi: owo;;;;; um....w-wha-what about dazai? OwO;;;; Akutagawa: "When I kill you, I will have impressed Dazai." Chuuya: -_- atsushi: ah...huh...eh...hueh??? ????? Akutagawa: "By killing you, I will surprise Dazai. And when you are dead, then you will be mine, now and forever." Chuuya: "Missing about 12 steps there..." atsushi: ........yeeeeeaaaaahhh im just going to back far away from you now. *backing up from him* Akutagawa: "...What did I say?" Chuuya: "Dude, just...Dude." Kyoka: *follows Atsushi* pony: jeez, even monoma aint dat creepy! Akutagawa: "...You take that back..." pony: OwO;;; Monoma: O_O;; ibara: it's time to begin now. we should start heading out. Chuuya: ("...Sonia...Watch me out there...") -elsewhere- twice: *watching the games on tv*.....!!! YOOOOOOO DUDES! CHECK THIS OUT! LOOK WHO'S WITH THE UA GENERAL DEPARTMENT! *points to yuuji* Kurogiri: "!!!" himiko: HE....looks familiar. yuuji:....*scratching the back of his head, awkwardly on the tv* Aizawa: *whispering* "Don't look so nervous. Talk." yuuji: uhhh.....lets get this shit done? *forced smile* hitoshi:.... girl: *facepalm* how lovely. midnight: ^^; well, anyways, onto the support classes! Aizawa: "...Points for effort, Yuuji." mei: hey everyone! mei hatsume here! lets give it our all!! Izuku: *polite applause* midnight: and for the heroes courses, we have katsuki bakugou! mitsuki bakugou: GIVE EM HELL SON! Izuku: ._.; "...Wh-Why is it Kacchan--" Bakugo: "..." *marches up to the stage* *clears his throat* itsuka: ... Bakugo: "Don't fool yourselves: I'm taking first." Izuku: D8 itsuka: *sweatdrop* bold. girl: D8< Student: "Cocky asshole!" Iida: "Why are you sapping the dignity from these ceremonies?!" *waving his arms* Student #2: "Dirty bastard!" Bakugo: "You're just stepping stones to me reaching the top." momo: *facepalm* Todoroki: *sighs* tetsutetsu: YOU WANNA GO YOU LIL SHIT?! Student #3: "Over-confident jerk!" Izuku: ("No...He's not smiling. He's pushing himself, insisting he won't lose...") -_-;; ("But he's still royally screwing us over with his arrogance.") midnight: ^^; well, those sure are some *ahem* colorful comments from your peers, bakugou. Bakugo: "Yeah, you're welcome." -elsewhere- atsushi: OwO;;;;; *nervous* Kyoka: "Breathe. Calm down." atsushi: *inhales* ok. im good. midnight: ok, up next we have ryuzaki araragi! Akutagawa: "..." *uses Rashomon to lift him up to the stage* "..." atsushi: O_O;;;; (thinking: NOOOOOOO) Akutagawa: *clears his throat--and stares at Atsushi* "Don't die out there. You better survive this when I face you in combat." Student #4: "...That's a weird way to talk to the entire crowd." atsushi: ._.;;;;;;; odasaku: ...my words fail me. Kyoka: "...What a fool." Akutagawa: "..." *moves closer to the microphone* "Go team." atsushi: *glances at chuuya* Chuuya: -_-;;;; "Idiot." -elsewhere- naoya: oh my god. Gin: -_____- higuchi: this is going to be a long festival. naoya: you have no idea. Gin: "I'll get the booze." -elsewhere- Master: "I'm behind on these orders. Have the other waiters and waitresses arrived?" liz: im here! miranda: present. Patty: "Yo, boss!" Master: "Glad to see you. Please change into uniforms--and try to push the Sports Festival-themed items on the menu. We'll have more TVs being set up--" -elsewhere- Tsukiyo: "Who do you think has the best shot at winning?" -elsewhere- Yohei: *collapses on the couch* chie: long day babe? *kiss on the forehead* Yohei: *nods* "My boss and Kepuri's boss had us working to the last minute on security and audio-visual for the Festival's stadium..." chie: ah. toru: uu! Yohei: *weak smile* "Hey, buddy." *pats Toru's head* toru: ^o^ io: anko yohi! anko yohi! saki: ^^ Yohei: *sighs, sits up with a smile* "Io! How was your day?" io: guu! chie: that's good to hear ^^ Yohei: "You been keeping an eye on your younger cousin's safety, Io?" io: yuppie! Yohei: "Good work!" ^^ -elsewhere- yana: *looking around* ???: "Ah, aren't you going to share your snack?" yana: nyeh? *looks back at who is talking to her* Meme: *waves* yana: oh, you're one of...anya's friends, right? mio: *nods, nomming on cotton candy* Meme: "Meme, yes!" yana: ah. cool. you in the games or no? Meme: "Yep! Just got turned around getting to the participants' entrance..." ^^; mio: it's this way, meme. Meme: "Oh, cool! Later, Yana!" yana: yeah, see ya round... *Present Mic can be heard in a nearby room, broadcasting* yana: *looking around at the stands* *There are boxed seats with teachers in them...* -elsewhere- Relan: Q~Q iris: it's ok relan. im sure you'll be able to take part in the festival next year ^^ Relan: "I'm just not that good..." iris: there's always time to improve ^^ Relan: *nods* "I wish there was something I could do now..." -elsewhere- Mori: "Any update on our missing person?" miura: keek still hasnt replied....i have some concerns about this. Mori: "No leads?" -elsewhere- sonia: *drawing* Gin: "Do you have enough crayons?" sonia: *nods* hirotsu:...and these people are? sonia: they're from underground... Gin: *points* "Who is that one?" sonia: that one's mr priest....he's frowning because he was always in a bad mood...he always had booboos on him too. Gin: "Do you know how he got those booboos?" sonia: ....i dunno. Gin: "I see..." *points to another drawing* "And that one?" sonia: that's zoey. my fake mama. she said she was my mommy when i came out of the tube....but i found out she was lying in my dreams....that's where i meet my real mama. Gin: "...'Tube'?" higuchi: she must mean the incubator we found in there. sonia: that thing. higuchi:....i see. sonia: she really likes mr fyodor a lot, and she always agrees with him because she always screams 'yes yes'. higuchi:....is....that...right? ^^;;; Gin: -_-; "Sonia, were there other people down there?" sonia: *showing a picture of several people, including a large man, a small yet angry looking girl, a girl with a flower hairclip, a man with bandages on his head, a girl in glasses...and a sad girl with the name 'keek' written above her head* Gin: " 'Keek'?" sonia *nods* she cries a lot. higuchi:..... *her stomach drops* hey sonia, mind if we make a photo copy of this real quick? sonia:...ok. Gin: "Thank you, Sonia." *soft smile* -elsewhere- FD: "I said to work faster." *holding remote, his finger over the button...* keek: I AM! DX> FD: "Only by about a half second. Maybe you need encouragement...How long does it take to code this?" -elsewhere- Todoroki: *looking at the audience* fuyumi: *waving* ochako: seems the games themselves officially start tomorrow! im so hyped! Todoroki: "Hmm. The sooner, the better." ochako: ....about what happened in the locker room. you seem really into it... Todoroki: *hard look* "Because I am here to compete. This is not some team sport." ochako: ... Todoroki: "...So, that is my goal. Otherwise, I will not rise to be a hero." -elsewhere- Bakugo: *looking at social media* "..." *angry face* eijiro: how is it? Bakugo: "THEY'RE ALL CALLING ME A JERK?! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT?!" -elsewhere- Lucy: "Eat well for the competition!" atsushi: *nods* Kyoka: *hold up empty bowl* "Then give me more." Lucy: -_-;;;; *hands her another plate of tofu* "I hope you're paying for this, Tiger." -later- sonia: .....*staring at the door, with mito on her head* *The door opens* Chuuya: *pokes his head in* "???' sonia: *hug* Chuuya: "!!! ..." *smiles, hugs her* "I'm back." sonia: =///= mito: *mreow* ^^ Chuuya: "...You okay? Hungry?" sonia: *nods* -her drawing is up on the fridge- Chuuya: "??? Sonia, you drew that?" sonia: *nods* i was behaved for aunt gin and aunt higuchi. Chuuya: *pats her head* "That's very good. Did they leave a note?" sonia: on the counter. Chuuya: *picks up the note, seeing Higuchi's handwriting* note: 'good luck in the games!' Chuuya: *smiles* "That was nice of her..." *looks at the drawing* -it was the same drawing from earlier. as well as doodles of 'the demon'.....and 'mama' and 'papa'...- Chuuya: *stares at 'the Demon'* "...Sonia?" sonia: ?? Chuuya: "..." *smiles, hugs her* sonia:.... *hug* i love you, papa... Chuuya: "I love you too, Sonia..." -elsewhere- Mori: ("That child...") -...- (Mori: *tossing a condom* "Won't be needing that...") {rain: .......*whimpering*} {Mori: "Now why would you bring a thing like that...?" *unbuckling his pants*} {rain:....*she just stares at him with a dead expression....much like the one his mother had always given him as a child*} {Mori: "...Stop that..."} {rain:.....} {Mori: *slaps her* "I said stop!"} {rain: *winces.....tears falling*} {Mori: "There...That's better..." *has lowered his pants and boxers* "We can continue."} -knocks- Mori: "!!! ...Who is it?" miura: just me, sir. Mori: "...Enter." miura: *opening the door* seems the fax we received from higuchi revealed some members of the rats. Mori: "Let me see it." miura: *hands him a photo copy of sonia's drawing.* Mori: "...A child's drawing. Really? Or did someone hand Tachihara a set of crayons?" miura: apperantly it was drawn by the child that the black lizard found. and considering she had been with the rats prior.... Mori: "...'Keek'?" miura: it appears the rats have our hacker as a hostage... Mori: "...Given what she knows, that could destroy this organization..." miura: what shall we do, then? Mori: "Retrieve her. Alive...or dead." miura:....very well. but we dont know her location, which is a problem. Mori: "Don't we geo-tag these people?" miura: ... Mori: "I will take that as a no. *sigh* Any leads on the Rats' den?" -elsewhere- FD: "--and that is how I remove chips from people's skin." keek: D8> FD: "And I think it would be good practice for you to put chips into some test subjects..." keek:.... Q~Q FD: "Who wants to volunteer first? Bill? Rebecca? Jane, you look the kind of person who wants a chip shoved under her skin." jane: *a hostage miner* why are you doing this? FD: "Research. And I like to know where my possessions are." -elsewhere- Izuku: *shuffling his feet* tsuyu: you nervous? Izuku: "Y-Yes? I mean, I have some difficulty discerning whether it is nervousness or still being energized after post-workout cooling down--" -elsewhere- stocking: *petting kid's head* feeling better? Kid: *small shiver, but nods* stocking: ....*hugs* im right here kid, and im not going anywhere, ok? Kid: "I know...I'm just...anxious..." stocking: *hums and rubs his back* Kid: *soft breathing* -elsewhere- lana: *walking home, exhausted after a long day* *Poe's house appears in her peripheral vision* lana: *relieved sigh* thank fuckin god... *rings the doorbell* Ghost Butler: "Oh, hello, Miss." lana: *collapses onto the floor, asleep* ghost maid:...i'll call her father. Poe: "Who is it at the door--!!! ..." ("She looks exhausted.") lana: zzzzzz..... Poe: "I'll bring her to the guest room." -later- lana: *sleeping peacefully* =w= Poe: *seated in a chair* "..." ("So angelic...") karl: *plops onto the bed and small cheek lick* lana: *giggles* e-edgar, that tickles... Poe: D8 *tries to stand up to pick up Karl* lana: *hugging poe's arm* =///w///= Poe: .\\\\.*steam coming off his head* -elsewhere- Vulcan: "Yep. You got it, Maki." maki: awesome! ^^ shinra: we're back! Relan: *small wave* Vulcan: "Hey. How were the festivities?" shinra: opening ceremonies were pretty interesting. tamaki: ._.;;;; *nervous* Vulcan: "??? Hey, Tamaki? What's up?" tamaki: just worried that something dumb is gonna happen to me. shinra:....well arent you just a big ol bag of sunshine. tamaki: shush you. Arthur: "Relax. All we need is to find you a four-leaf clover." Relan: "...Only one?" shinra: *snerk* good one, rel. -elsewhere- Aizawa: "Adequate job out there." midnight: thanks~!.....you alright? you sound different. allergies? Aizawa: "No, just haven't been the same since I was a smear on the floor at USJ." midnight: yikes. Aizawa: "So, how many students you think will make it through Round 1?" -elsewhere- Benimaru: *turns off radio* "Some festivities..." -elsewhere- twice: CAN YOU FUCKIN BELIEVE THIS BULL MALARKEE?! MUTHAFUCKIN YUUJI BIOENI TAKING PART IN THE FUCKIN SPORTS FESTIVAL! UN-FUCKIN-BELIEVABLE! kurome: uh oh, uncle twice said a no-no word. Kurogiri: *low growl* twice: OwO;;; Kurogiri: "You better apologize..." twice: sorry kiddo. ^^;;;;;;; Kurogiri: "Good..." *growl* -elsewhere- tsurugi: aww, the sports festival looks like so much fun. mafura: *staaares at the screen* Touma: "...Mafura, not so close." mafura: *backs up* Touma: "That's better. Can't have you affect your eyes." tsurugi: mr touma~ can we do something like that someday? Touma: "If you train hard enough to beat the person who fires explosives out of his hands." tsurugi: YAAAAY! 8D mafura: \(^o^)/ Touma: "..." ("They're going to die so badly...") -elsewhere- Yohei: "Zzz..." chie: *reading a bedtime story to toru* toru: o.o Yohei: *small snore, before he sits up* "..." chie: tired? toru: bapu! Yohei: *nods* "Sorry...I'll be better this weekend..." *yawns* chie: *smiles and kisses his forehead* Yohei: =\\= chie: ^^ toru: uu! Yohei: *hugs Toru* -elsewhere- Gin: "That drawing..." higuchi: yeah....if they really do have keek... Gin: "...Mori's orders, too...It's a lot to process." higuchi: i never really knew her all that much. from what i gather, she often kept to herself in her own home due to having difficulty dealing with other people. Gin: "And if one of us had paid attention to her...maybe she would not have been captured." higuchi:....*punches wall* dammit! Gin: "!!! Ichiyou..." higuchi: ....*looks at her fist....it's bleeding a bit*.... Gin: "...Let's bandage it...It's going to be fine." higuchi: good call. but i've gotten used to the pain over the years... Gin: "..." *shudders...then hugs her* higuchi: !!.....*hug* Gin: "You can't let yourself get hurt all the time..." *pats her back* higuchi: yeah, but i guess it comes with the job. Gin: *pulls back* "The job is not everything. There are people involved. There is also you." higuchi:...right. Gin: *examines Higuchi's hand, begins bandaging it* "...I'm sorry what Ryu has done..." higuchi: *nods* it sucks, but i know you two have been put through a lot in your life.... Gin: "Yes...The price for survival is high..." *finishes bandaging* "Everyone has their burdens to bear." -elsewhere- Gopher: "..." *holds a tray of cookies* kirika: *nom* Gopher: .w. kirika: thanks. Gopher: owo "You're welcome!" -elsewhere- Dazai: "That should do it..." naomi: hmm? Dazai: *points to a map* "I have been tracking various locations..." naomi: for what? Dazai: *points to one spot* "This where I would be hiding if I was avoiding the Mafia and authorities." *points to another color pin* "This is where people were already searching." *points to a red pin* "And this spot is where I can try jumping to my death." naomi: ._.; oh. um.... Kunikida: *CHOP* "Stop scaring children like that." kenji: good luck, dazai! ^^ Dazai: "Thank you!" *his head is bleeding from the chop* "And now, I depart to find more locations to sniff out these rats!" *leaps out the window* kirako: ah- yosano: !!...oh, seems the law firm is getting new couches. Dazai: *calling up* "This one is comfy!" -elsewhere- Poe: "Zzz..." lana: zzzz karl: =w= Poe: *shifts slightly* lana: =////= Poe: *yawns, opens his eyes* lana: zzzz..... Poe: o\\\\O *brain breaks* lana: *nuzzle* Poe: *opens his mouth--and no voice comes out* lana: *she seems content* Poe: "..." ("She looks so calm...") *doesn't move, just lets her rest...* lana: *sleep talking* love you, edgar. Poe: o\\\w\\\o "I love you, too..." -early morning- Kid: "Zzz..." stocking:......*neck kiss* Kid: *small moan, as he opens his eyes* .\\\. stocking: still tired~? Kid: .\\\. *shakes his head 'no'* "Y-You?" stocking: nope~ *smirks as she goes under the covers* Kid: owo;; "O-O-O-Okay..." *lays back* stocking: *smirking.....soft sucking on the tip* Kid: *soft moan* "Ah~..." stocking: like your wake up call, hun~? Kid: "V-Very...Feels great..." *his fingers rest along her head* stocking: that's good~ *sucking* Kid: *small pants* "So-So good...I-I've wanted th-this..." -elsewhere- kirako: good luck in the games today, atsushi and kyouka! atsushi: OKAY! OwO;; Kyoka: "Thank you. We will bring honor to the Agency and massacre our enemies." Dazai: owo;;;; ("...At least she'll keep Akutagawa in his place...") -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Be sure to watch..." *pat pat* sonia: *nods* Chuuya: "And be good for Granny and your aunts." sonia: okay. Chuuya: *hug* "I'll be home tonight. I love you." sonia: love you too, papa. mito: *mew* ^^ Chuuya: *smiles, pets Mito* "And take care of Mito too, okay?" sonia: okay. ^^ Chuuya: *smiles, as he exits...* rain?: do your best out there. Chuuya: "?!" *looks around* -nothing there...- Chuuya: "..." *small smile, as he goes down the stairs* -elsewhere- Gin: "Better?" higuchi: *nods* Gin: "That's good. Ready to begin?" -elsewhere- Aizawa: "Okay. Line up." -alt students lined up- atsushi: *nervous* OwO; Akutagawa: "Good luck." atsushi: you too! (thinking: atsushi. just...just shut up.) =u=;; Akutagawa: "This will end, one way or another..." atsushi: noted. *screaming on the inside* odasaku: look alive kid. atsushi: YESSIR! Aizawa: "..." *points at Atsushi* "See? That's the fired up spirit you need out there." Akutagawa: *now glaring at Atsushi* atsushi: OwO .... QwQ;;; odasaku: 7-7;;;; sorry, i know, i kinda suck at this whole 'guardian angel' thing. Aizawa: "Let's see what will be your first round of competition..." tsugumi: *determined* Meme: *cracking her knuckles* mio: *yaaawn* ao: ... sayaka: *hyped* madoka: *looking to the audience* hitomi: *waves* Rin: *two thumbs up* owo madoka: ^^ Aizawa: "Then let's see what your first round is..." *pulls a lever next to the podium, causing the TV sets around the stadium to cycle through various options...* *Screen flashes "MARATHON"* Aizawa: "Get on your running shoes. This is about endurance--and dodging your competitors..." atsushi: (thinking: maybe this wont be so bad) Aizawa: "And you have to make sure your peers don't try to pull you down with them...or throw you back." Akutagawa: *Rashomon is quivering* kirika: *cracks knuckles and smirks* Kyoka: "..." Anya: *re-ties her shoelaces* tsugumi: ... Anya: "...Do your best, Tsugumi." tsugumi: we will. Anya: *small smile, nods* Aizawa: "On your marks..." atsushi: *breaths* Aizawa: "Get set..." kirika: *smirks* Aizawa: *hits the button, as a loud buzzer goes off* "GO!" atsushi: *starts running* kirika: *dashes right past him* atsushi: O-O; announcer: and kirika kure is already making a headway with speed manipulation! it truly is a free-for-all! Kyoka: *far in the back* Chuuya: *picking up speed--* Akutagawa: *--but he passes Chuuya* shinra: *FLAME ON* WOO HOO! tamaki: *picks kyouka up and makes a dash for it* atsushi: *tiger arms and legs and running forwards* Kyoka: "???" Akutagawa: "..." *Rashomon appears behind him* tamaki: how you holding up, kiddo? announcer: and it seems tamaki kotatsu is giving a helping hand to kyouka izumi. talk about a team player! Kyoka: "Fine. Why are you lifting me?" tamaki: you looked like you could use some help. *smiles* Kyoka: "...Thank you, ma'am." *small smile* Chuuya: *starting up his gravity abilities* -elsewhere- louisa: *watching the screen.* ... Fitzgerald: *sips* "Quite a game. Did we place our bets?" louisa: i dont think you place bets in the sports festival. ._.; mary: loser buys lunch! bram: -_-; Fitzgerald: "Hmm...I think I'll bet on the tiny girl held by the taller cat girl." louisa: *sweatdrop* mary: what about the redhaired girl with the big monster? louisa: HUH?!?! *looks* !!! Fitzgerald: owo "Oh my goodness..." mary: oooh. whos that, mr fitz? Fitzgerald: "...A former employee." -on the track- Chuuya: o___O "IT'S A JUGGERNAUT!" takeru: *SCREAMING AS THE MISSLES SEND HIM ....forwards?* announcer: AND TAKERU 'JUGGERNAUT' NOTO IS USING THE RECOIL OF HIS ABILITY TO SEND HIMSELF AHEAD! Lucy: o_o; "...I thought _you_ would be the juggernaut here, Anne..." *ducks* Chuuya: "No no nO NO NO NO--" anne: ^o^ *Chuuya is knocked down by Takeru before he can dodge* Dazai: "Huh. Chuuya's such a tiny target I thought he wouldn't get hit..." atsushi: oh shi- Akutagawa: "..." *puts up a Rashomon shield* -nice catch!- Chuuya: *knocked across the marathon--into a barrier* x_x announcer: oh! and chuuya ozaki is knocked right into a barrier! that's gotta hurt! kouyou: CHUUYA KICK THEIR SORRY ASSES!! rain?: dont give up now! Chuuya: *snaps awake* "Rain?" *looks around--and sees the race* "..." *his eyes start to go white...* sayaka: you ok there, ozaki? Chuuya: *three contestant float off the ground--and can't run any further* student: w-what the heck?! Chuuya: *flies forward, picking up students off the ground along the way* student: WOAH! sayaka: YEEEK! ochako: woo! you go, gravity buddy! Chuuya: *tearing up the ground as he goes forward* Akutagawa: "...Show off." -elsewhere- Gin: "Has Ryu killed any competitors?" higuchi: thankfully no. sonia: papa's flying. higuchi: !!!! i dont see any markings, so he isnt using corr-....h-he's fine. Gin: "...If there is a problem, someone will intervene." higuchi: r-right. Tachihara: "Damn. Look at him move! He's super-fast." naoya: i dont see the markings, so at least he isnt using corruption, that'd be bad. hirotsu: *pressing tachihara's suit* indeed. Tachihara: "??? Ah, come on! I don't need you doing that to my threads!" hirotsu: well, you do want that phone number, dont you? Tachihara: -___- "F-Fine..." -elsewhere- Kyoka: "Look out, Tamaki. He's coming up behind us." tamaki: !!!! Chuuya: "..." *he's heading right for her and Kyoka* Kyoka: "..." *opens her phone* tamaki: oh fu- Kyoka: *calls into her phone* "Now." tamaki: *bracing for impact* Kyoka: "Demon Snow. Block him." demon snow: ~understood~ *BLOCK* annoucner: AND KYOUKA IZUMI BLOCKS WITH DEMON SNOW! Chuuya: *still white eye...he's held back...but he's pushing Demon Snow enough that he's propelling Tamaki and Kyoka a bit* tamaki: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Q~Q Chuuya: *yells as he keeps pushing--and they all move forward with a burst of speed* Kyoka: "..." *hugs Tamaki* tamaki: *SCREAMING*.....*from the speed, her pants fly off...but a plastic bag floating in the air ends up as her new skirt* FUCKING FUCKER FUCK! announcer: woah! i guess that's letting the cat _into_ the bag! Announcer #2: "...Holy crap, June." Kyoka: ._. "...Huh." tamaki: WHYYYYYYYYYY Q_Q Chuuya: *pants now in his face, as he starts to wake up* "Wh-What is even--" *he slams against the ground--and the force knocks Demon Snow, Kyoka, and Tamaki to the finish line* tamaki: *FACEPLANT* announcer: FIRST PLACE GOES TO TAMAKI KOTATSU, KYOUKA IZUMI AND CHUUYA OZAKI!! Kyoka: *lands on her feet at the finish line* "..." *picks up Tamaki, and drops her off on the finish line first* Chuuya: x___x kouyou: MY BABIES WON! plus some thieving cat BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT ONE! tamaki: Q~Q Relan: "..." *struggling not to laugh* Akutagawa: *still racing* "..." atsushi: *jumping forwards* kirika: NYOOM MOTHER FUCKERS! *2nd place* Akutagawa: "??? You think you'll get ahead of me?" atsushi: CANT STOP NOW! (thinking: MOSTLY BECAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO USE THE BREAKS!!) Akutagawa: *he's in Atsushi's path* "...Oh shi--" atsushi: OwO (thinking: mama) -BOOM CRASH- atsushi: LUCY HELP ME! -they both made 3rd....with atsushi ko'd on top of akutagawa- atsushi: X_X -cue screams from overjoyed fujoshis- naomi + maki + naho: *SQUEEEEEEEEEE~* Akutagawa: owo "...God?" Lucy: D8< "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MAN! ANNE, CRUSH HIM!" anne: *picks atsushi up and puts him aside, and punches akutagawa* atsushi: *tiny birds flying around his head* lucy montgomery you're my hero. Akutagawa: D:< "DAMN YOU--" *sent flying out of the stadium* Lucy: -w- "I know." *forehead smooch* "Let's get you to the infirmary...." higuchi:....we should retrieve your brother now. Gin: *sigh* "He's probably outside the city by now. Bring a shovel--he likely landed in sand." higuchi: noted. chuuya: im fine...just sore. dont worry about me obviously =_=; Kyoka: "Okay. No one was worrying about you." *takes Tamaki's hand* "Thank you for your help, Tamaki." tamaki: Q~Q *covering herself with the bag* its fine.... Kyoka: "...Demon Snow, bring her to the locker room. We'll get her new pants." Chuuya: *lifting himself from the ground, looks around* "...What happened?" kirika: you won first, shipdit. not bad for a newbie. but in the next one, im whupping your ass. Chuuya: "..." *smirks* "We'll see about that..." *then notices--* "...Why do I have a pair of pants draped over my shoulders?" kirika: ....dont ask. tamaki: *takes the pants.....and punches him right in the face* kouyou: D8< sonia: bad lady! hirotsu: *pinching the bridge of his nose* so uncouth. Kyoka: "..." *thumbs up* Chuuya: X_X *nose bleeding* announcer: oooh, that's _gotta_ hurt! Announcer #2: "I know I expected a bloodbath _during_ the competition, but not _after_." Kyoka: "Pants acquired. Good work." Lucy: ._.;;; "...That's weird." -elsewhere- Kid: *smooch* stocking: ^///^ Kid: *hugs, whispers* "Thank you for earlier..." stocking: any time, hun~<3 Kid: *whispers* "I'll pay you back...whenever." stocking: challange accepted~ Kid: "Hee hee..." *pats her hip lightly* -elsewhere- Anya: "So much for even placing..." tsugumi: cheer up, anya. 13th isnt that bad. we still make it into the next round! Anya: "How? At this rate, I think we're going to get removed the next round." tsugumi: we'll just have to work harder then! Anya: "..." *sigh* "Your optimism is boundless." tsugumi: ^^ Meme: *stretches* "Could've been worse. I'd hate to have gotten knocked around by those giants. BTW, how did Takeru do?" tsugumi: 7th place! mio: steep. Meme: "Huh. Would've thought crashing through the line that fast would've gotten him further ahead. The anti-gravity guy was just too powerful..." mio: even kotatsu got ahead of us... Anya: "..." *smirks* "Most of her did..." tsugumi: anya! that's not very nice. even if it is true. Meme: "More on the 'true' than 'not nice' side." tamaki: SCREW YOU GUYS I GOT FIRST PLACE! Meme: "Eep!" *hides behind Mio* Anya: *eyeroll* "On a technicality..." ao: it was a 3 way tie~ ^^ Anya: "...I can't believe I'm agreeing with Ao, but yes, what she said." -elsewhere- Lucy: "Here, hold the ice..." atsushi: *wince* aaah... Lucy: *sighs* "That guy is not going to quit." atsushi: no kidding. *sigh* Lucy: "Maybe carry a taser?" atsushi: maybe....perhaps i should ask his sister for advice? Lucy: *nods* "Can't hurt." atsushi: we'll just have to find her first. *Knock knock* atsushi: ? Kyoka: *enters, hands over her eyes* "Please tell me you two are decent." atsushi: yes, yes we are. ^^; Lucy: -_-;; Kyoka: *uncovers her eyes...approaches...hugs Atsushi* atsushi: congrats on winning first place today! Kyoka: "Thank you. I had a lot of help." atsushi: still. *smiles* Kyoka: "...Are you feeling better?" atsushi: yeah, a little sore, but im not dead. Kyoka: "Don't tell Yosano that." atsushi:.........noted. Lucy: "Any update on next round of competition?" Kyoka: *shrug* -elsewhere- Gin: *digging* naoya: found 'im! higuchi: oh thank god, he still has a pulse. *phew* Gin: "!!!" *runs* Akutagawa: x_x naoya: ooi, akuta, you with us man? how many fingers am i holding up? Akutagawa: "...6?" naoya: *holding up 3 fingers* shit. *opens a bottle of water and splashes it on his face* Akutagawa: *coughs* "Wh-What happened?" naoya: you got 3rd place in the marathon!....and some doll monster knocked you right out of city limits like motherfuckin team rocket. Akutagawa: "...The tiger?" naoya: we have it on the DVR if you want to see it. Akutagawa: "..." *shivering, Rashomon rising up* "..." naoya: there ya go, buddy. Akutagawa: *lets out a low, loud, guttural bellow that blows outward from himself, causing Rashomon to rise up over the desert's sands* higuchi: O-O; naoya: woah, easy there- Gin: "...RYUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA! YOU WILL STOP THIS BEHAVIOR RIGHT NOW!" Rashomon: owo;;; Akutagawa: *he's not stopping...* higuchi: MY APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE! *PUNCH* Akutagawa: X______X *knocked to the dirt* Gin: "...It had to be done." higuchi: *phew* that....that felt warranted.... Gin: *pat pat* "We'll bring him home." *lifts up Akutagawa* "Naoya, a little help, please." Rashomon: xwx naoya: *helping lift him up* there we go. come on kiddo, you need to rest up for tonight's party. Akutagawa: X_X *flies buzzing around him* Gin: "??? 'Party'?" naoya: remember the party that tachihara agreed to wear the suit for to get that chick's phone number? Gin: "Ah. You do know he will fail in this endeavor." naoya: i know he will. i talked to her already. *smug grin* Gin: "???" *looks at Higuchi* "You are going as well?" naoya: sure. they got a drink bar. like balls im gonna skip out on free booze. Gin: "Hmm. That is a good reason indeed. Higuchi, be my date?" higuchi: .////////. i would love to. see you there! Gin: "Excellent. I will see you as well." -elsewhere- {Giovanni: "You understand my instructions, correct?"} lisa:....*staring up at the ceiling*.... -elsewhere- Akitaru: "Brilliant work out there!" shinra: ^^ *he won 8th* Relan: ^^; Arthur: "...I got lost going to the field." tamaki: Q.Q iris: congrats on making 1st. Akitaru: *nod nod* "That was a great performance! Good work carrying that small child to the finish line." shinra: *laughs* *ahem* s-sorry. just thought of something funny... tamaki: im pretty sure that guy is around our age. Akitaru: "??? I meant the girl you picked up." Relan: *looking at Shinra laughing* "???" tamaki: oh. shinra: *whispers into relan's ear* we scored our initial brigade numbers. Akitaru: "In any case, we got you your favorite dessert as congratulations, Tamaki." Relan: "...Ah. Heh." -elsewhere- Aizawa: "...They leave the stadium such a mess at the end of each day..." -elsewhere- Chuuya: *holding ice to his head* "It all hurts..." sonia: get well soon, papa. -she hands him a bandaid- Chuuya: "Thanks, sweetie..." mito: *asleep on his torso* Chuuya: *looks at the bandage--it has kittens on it* "...Cute." *applies the bandage carefully to his cut* sonia: ^^ Chuuya: "I guess I'm missing the party...but I'm glad to be here." sonia: *hug* Chuuya: "Hee hee--ow!" sonia: O.O Chuuya: "Sorry...Still sore." sonia: oh. ok. Chuuya: "Just go easy on the hugs until my aches heal--which, I promise, will be soon." *pats her head* -elsewhere- Gin: *finishing her makeup* -elsewhere- mii: zzzz kirako: im home, mii~ *taking her shoes off and heads to her room to change into her pajamas* *humming as she finishes changing* -elsewhere- Tachihara: *adjusting his collar* -_-; -elsewhere- Rin: "I think you did awesome." madoka: thanks *hug* sayaka: yeah, but watching the games is always a lot of fun too! madoka: *nods* Rin: "And I made the snacks! Anyone up for more pizza bites?" kyouko: heck yeah! momo sakura: can we have shrimp too? hitomi: ^^ Rin: "Sure! Just got to finish cooking them." *puts on his apron* "So, who are you rooting for out there now?" sayaka: im rooting for kyouka. she's a precious bab. kyouko: you're letting this whole 'senpai' thing get to your head. sayaka: can you blame me~? *head donk* ^^ Rin: "Can't blame you for that. How 'bout you, Madoka?" madoka: i havent seen her yet, but i think asui has a lot of potential. Rin: "Oh, I can see that. She's pretty fast in athletic competitions, especially pool." kyouko: and let me guess, _you're_ cheering for bakugou or something? Rin: "Nah. He's too much of a stubborn jackass. My money's on Izuku." kyouko: ah, i see. Rin: "Izuku's worked so hard for this kind of stuff, and I think he deserves a win." -elsewhere- Mephisto: "May I bring you anything?" felisia: one of those popsicles. banana and grape flavored please. Mephisto: "As you wish~" *small cheek kiss* "Be right back* -elsewhere- Dazai: "Congratulations!" atsushi: ^^ Kyoka: "...Where is the food?" yosano: we got it right here in the meeting room. Kyoka: "Yay." *pushes Dazai aside* Dazai: QWQ Lucy: "..." atsushi: you hungry, lucy? Lucy: *smiling, blushing* "Oh, no, I'm fine--" *LOUD STOMACH GROWL* .\\\. kenji: ^^ you want some, kyouka? *offers ice cream* Kyoka: "..." *nom* kenji: ^^ Lucy: *starts with a salad, salivating* "So hungry..." -elsewhere- yana: oi, im back, what i miss? katya:.........sounds played over the intercom. pushkin: *pokerface* yana:....your reactions say it all. fuckin nasty. zoey: ahhhh~ *still twitching on the floor* FD: *humming to himself, buttoning his shirt* "Thank you very much, my pet." zoey: ahhh~ *she's still dripping wet* FD: "??? Need help drying yourself?" zoey: *shakes head* i love... feeling your cum inside me.... <3 FD: "...Okay." *adjusting his cloak* "Kind of like how I like feeling myself in you." zoey: ah~<3 FD: "And do you want anyone else in the world?" zoey: i live only for you, master~ FD: "Very good." *forehead kiss* "And if I brought another woman here, what would you do?" zoey: if you desired, i would do whatever you asked of me to her... FD: *gropes one of her breasts* "Such as pleasure her for me?" yana + katya: *backing far away from the door* O_O;;;; nope. FD: "Tell me, have you imagined being taken from more than one side, Zoey?" -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *black eye'ed* -_(-) -the DVR shows the playback of akutagawa and atsushi crossing the finish line.- Akutagawa: "...I had him." medic: ?? Akutagawa: "Right on top of me. So close. I could have delivered the killing blow..." medic: .... Akutagawa: "Or take his heart, body, and soul..." medic: mmhmm. Akutagawa: "...Leave me alone." medic: *exits* Akutagawa: *rewinds and plays...pauses...squirms in his seat, letting out a small noise* “…” *leans back, staring at Atsushi's face...his hand rubs along his chest* "Mmm..." -elsewhere- Gin: "...You look very good." higuchi: you too.. .//////. kuniko: use protection you two! Gin: "Understood." higuchi: o//////////o Gin: *takes Higuchi's hand* "Just a little joke to break the ice." *small smile* higuchi: right. hahaha... Gin: "I appreciate your company, Ichiyou." *small hand squeeze* -at the party- Tachihara: *adjusting his tie* "Girls really like these things?" naoya: depends on who yer askin. Tachihara: "..." *sigh* "This better work. I didn't put on a suit like this to not get some." naoya: i even went the extra mile and told her a black lizard commander invited her to this lil shindig. she seemed pretty excited. Tachihara: "...For real?" naoya: *nods and smiles* Tachihara: "...Well, okay, I can deal with this suit long enough...Thanks." -elsewhere- Assi: *opens a door* "Mono, I got your mail--" mono: O//////O *she's in her undies* Assi: "..." *his glasses' lenses crack, revealing his eyes* "..." *small nosebleed* "N-Nice stripes..." -too violent to be shown- Emine: "...Did you hear something?" lin-kimpur: *shrug* Emine: "Hmm...." *smiles* "I think I have finished my bad deed, having Assi hand out mail today." -elsewhere- Lucy: *pats her full stomach* Kyoka: *eating a crepe* atsushi: ^^ Lucy: *small cheek smooch* "Can't wait to see how the competition goes next..." -elsewhere- Relan: *yawns, cleaning off his plate* -elsewhere- Gin: *hands a drink to Higuchi* higuchi: thanks. Gin: "You're welcome." *sips* "...Seems like a good gathering." higuchi: yeah. girl: *looking around, she seems antsy* Gin: "??? I think that's Tachihara's date." naoya: *smirks* oh this is gonna be good. Tachihara: "!!!" *walks towards her* girl: (thinking: where is he....?) Tachihara: *approaches her* "Evening." girl: oh....its you. *she sounds displeased* Tachihara: *oblivious* "Yep--me alright! Glad you could make it." girl:.....just get me to the bar. -_- Tachihara: "Of course~ Now it's my turn to serve you a drink." *smiles* higuchi: she looks about as pleased as all of tachihara's dates usually do. naoya: *trembling, trying not to laugh* Gin: "...Naoya. Explain." Tachihara: *pouring a drink* naoya: you'll see... Tachihara: "Here you go!" girl: *sips* thanks. Tachihara: "You're welcome! So, did you get here okay? Having a good time?" girl: i guess.... Tachihara: "That's great! I'm so glad you could make it! Want a snack?" girl:....look, sweetie, im gonna level with you here, when your friend told me a black lizard commander asked me here, i was expecting someone else. Tachihara: owo; "...I mean, I know I'm different here than I am out in public, but I didn't think I was _that_ different. Like, which version of me do you prefer? I can go both ways." girl: i was expecting the other commander. Tachihara: "...'Other'? Wait. You don't mean...Who are you talking about?" girl: you seem decent enough, so i'll put this in terms you'll understand; i prefer older guys. Tachihara: "..." *light bulb--which then breaks into giant shards that litter the floor and stab into what is left of his broken heart* DX Gin: "..." naoya: *cackling* OH SHIT SON! I PLAYED YOU LIKE A GODDAMN FIDDLE! *slamming fist on to the table as she laughs* tachihara: SHIGA WHAT THE FUCK Gin: "...Quite humorous." Tachihara: "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" naoya: just cuz~ hirotsu: hmm? girl: did you..want to dance for a bit? .///. Tachihara: D8 Gin: "..." *long sip* hirotsu: um... ._.; Gin: "Sir, it would be rude to turn down a lady's request." Tachihara: Q________Q hirotsu: very well then. higuchi: ouch. Tachihara: *arrows into chest* "...Damn it..." Gin: "These things happen." naoya: ah, you'll be fine, kiddo. *pats his back* Tachihara: *death glare at her, low growl* naoya: OwO;; Tachihara: "Give me one good reason I shouldn't snap you in two..." naoya: well, im older than you for one thing. and i dont think hirotsu would want you murdering your fellow mafiosos for such petty shit....if its any condolence, sorry. higuchi: did you really like this girl or was it just your dick that liked her? Tachihara: "Shut up! I know what I felt! And this was different! And you!" *points at Naoya* "You're going to owe me for this!" naoya: ok! ok! fair enough, sheesh... Gin: "Hmm. Well, that was entertaining." *sets down her drink* "I would like to dance." Tachihara: *growling* higuchi: O-O; Gin: "..." *takes Higuchi* "Let's put some distance while they 'talk.'" Tachihara: *still growling* naoya: .... Tachihara: "That was just mean..." naoya: yeah, yeah it was. stupid me for not thinking of others first. *sigh* Tachihara: "Glad you can admit that." *sulks, crosses his arms* naoya: ...you really liked her, didnt you? Tachihara: *sniff* naoya:...*sigh* oi bartender! shot'a bourbon for this one. Bartender: "Coming up." Tachihara: T_T naoya: want me to call you an escort? Tachihara: *nod nod* naoya: alrighty then. -elsewhere- Akutagawa: *small pant* -silence...- Akutagawa: "..." *closes his eyes* -...- {Akutagawa: *contented sigh*} {atsushi: *hug* hehe~} {Akutagawa: .\\\. *hug* "...You're huggable."} {atsushi: ^^ i love you, ryu} {Akutagawa: "...Atsushi...I love you..." *kisses his lips lightly*} -phone rings- Akutagawa: *eyes snap open* "..." *groans, answers* "Yes?" -elsewhere- Chuuya: "Zzz..." sonia: zzzz mito: =w= Chuuya: *pulls blanket to tuck Sonia in--and leaving him uncovered* sonia: =w= Chuuya: *muttering...* "Rain..." sonia: zzzz Chuuya: "I miss you..." -...- Chuuya: "It's not fair..." {rain: ? mr nakahara?} {Chuuya: "??? ...Rain..." *hugs*} {rain: o///o e-e-e-eh?! m-mu-mr nakahara?!} {Chuuya: "It's so good to see you."} {rain: um...i-it's good t-to see you too...} {Chuuya: *pulls back, smiling* "You busy? Coffee?"} {rain: um... s-sure ^^} {Chuuya: ^^ "Great." *holding her hand* "That's great."} Chuuya: *shivering, whimpering* mito: *nyaaawn* Chuuya: "D-Don't go..." -silence- Chuuya: *crying* sonia: mmmn......mama.... Chuuya: *hearing Sonia's voice, his eyes break open* "???" sonia: zzzz.... Chuuya: "..." *holds her* sonia: =w= Chuuya: "..." *smiles* ("I'll keep her safe, Rain...I promise.") -elsewhere- Higan: "...Love the outfit." lavender: hehe~ ^^ -elsewhere- himawari:............. Shamrock: "...It's okay." himawari:......i thought....i'd be ok by now.... Shamrock: "...Sometimes, it's an everyday thing. One day at a time..." himawari:....*whimper* Shamrock: "..." *hug* -elsewhere- Izuku: *turning in bed...can't sleep...stands up, puts on his tracksuit, steps outside...* -it's a cool night out- Izuku: *exhales, seeing his breath...starts to jog* -the night is calm- Izuku: *heading down the street, along the canal, the moon shining along it* -splash- Izuku: "???" *looks* lovecraft: *casually swimming along the current* Izuku: o________________o lovecraft: *locks eyes with him*....you didnt see me. i wasnt here. Izuku: o_______________________o "...Do you need help?" lovecraft:....im good. thanks. Izuku: "...'Kay. G-Good day..." *keeps jogging* o___o -elsewhere- Hibana: *tossing* {rose: *screaming*} {clematis: it hurts! it hurts!} {iris: *wide eyed, tears falling*} {Hibana: *covering Iris's eyes* "D-Don't...Don't look..."} {sumire: *stumbling forwards} {Hibana: *makes eye contact with Sumire*} {sumire: *bits of her skull can be seen* hi..ban...a...} {Hibana: *horrified, her mouth opens--but she cannot make herself scream*} ???: -..na wake up! Hibana: "NO!" gabriella: *hugs* it's ok...it was just a nightmare... Hibana: *shaking...starts sobbing* gabriella: it's ok....im here now... Hibana: "I-I'm sorry..." gabriella: it's ok... -elsewhere- ivy: .... *turns on her lighter, drawing a small snake from the flame* .... Joker: *groans, seeing through the darkness* "Too bright..." ivy: in the pitch darkness? Joker: "I didn't think you would be seated here...My eyes haven't adjusted yet..." ivy: dont have anywhere much else to go... red gonna be here or is she busy? Joker: "She's around..." ivy: ah. -outside- scarlet: ..... Joker: "...Hey. Look who's here." scarlet: ugh....get me a hard whisky. long night. Joker: *already pouring* "Talk?" scarlet: ran into some weird guy....tried to stab me. something about him....was just off. Joker: "??? What, he was drugged?" scarlet: wouldnt say that....it was more like....he was a puppet. Joker: "..." *takes a long drag* "Like he was possessed?" scarlet: maybe? seemed more like mind control if anything....freaky. Joker: "You scare him away? Or..." scarlet: i fired a warning shot at him....then he screamed about me being the devil or some shit, yammering about my soul being damned and what not. ivy:...i hope he chokes. Joker: "Hmm. Evangelist?" scarlet: *shrugs* seemed more puritan. ivy: *rolls eyes* either way, i couldnt give less of a fuck. Joker: "...Maybe get a drawing of this guy, in case he shows up again..." scarlet: alright. *sketching a picture....of hawthorne* Joker: "...You're good at this." ivy: *pout* Joker: "??? Ivy? What is it?" ivy:...nothin... -elsewhere- Gin: *walking with Higuchi* "Thank you for being my date." higuchi: *smiles* i had fun tonight. Gin: "So did I. I always miss having a good dance partner." -elsewhere- Poe: OWO;;;; lana: thanks for letting me stay over ^^ Poe: "Whenever you want!" lana: ^^ *hugs* Poe: "...I-I l-love you." *hug* lana: i love you too. ^^ *smooch* Poe: "!!! ..." *smooch* -elsewhere- Kid: "Rise and shine..." *smooch* stocking: mmmn, kid, that tickles.... zzzz Kid: *small pout* *hugs her* "Time to wake up..." stocking: zzzz *slightly drooling* Kid: "..." *smirks, as he slips under the sheets...carefully tugs down on her pajama pants...* stocking: mmmn~ Kid: *kisses slightly along her legs, one side at a time...* stocking: *opens her eyes* frisky already, hun~? Kid: "With you, always." *his tongue makes quick, small licks along her* stocking: *soft moan* Kid: *places his lips along her, slipping his tongue into her...* -elsewhere- Chuuya: *stretching* sonia: zzz mito: *streeeetch* Chuuya: *sets out a bowl of cereal and a dish of milk...starting making pancakes* -elsewhere- Relan: "Good luck today." shinra: i will. *smiles* Relan: *smiles back* "I'll be cheering for you." -elsewhere- Tachihara: *snores* prostitute: zzzz Tachihara: *yawns, opens his eyes...sits up, nudges her* prostitute: *yaaaawn* Tachihara: " ...So, thanks. Got your cash." prostitute: thanks hun~ Tachihara: "...Yeah, sure." *pulls up his pants* -elsewhere- Gin: "How was your date, sir?" hirotsu: i wouldnt exactly call it that. -_-; Gin: "What would you call it?" hirotsu: a simple dance. Gin: "...I have to admit, that's more boring than what I thought would happen. But I appreciate that you were a gentleman, sir." hirotsu: *takes a drag* likewise. Gin: "...Did you get her number?" hirotsu: didnt bother. naoya: well, in his defense, the guy is 50. Gin: "True. Hope you let her down gently." -elsewhere- Belkia: *snoring* otogiri: .....*watching tv* Sakuya: *stumbles into the room* "...Stupid rug..." otogiri: *nice catch* morning. Sakuya: "..." *smiles* "Hey. Thanks." *rights himself* "Anything on?" -elsewhere- Aizawa: *at microphone* "Welcome to Day 2 of the School Festival. Congratulations again to yesterday's victors in the three-way first-place finish..." *points to Chuuya, Kyoka, and Tamaki* tamaki: =w= Kyoka: *small smile* Chuuya: *still has a bandaged nose* Aizawa: "And as the three of them won first, they now have the most points...which any of you can now acquire." tamaki: wait what now? *The screens around the stadium show photos of the three of them--with 500 points listed for each one of them* Aizawa: "So, if you beat one of them in the competition, your ranking will increase for the next round." Chuuya: "..." ("Shit.") tamaki: mother fu- Kyoka: "Bring it on. I'll fight all comers." -elsewhere- Rin: "Oh shit, man! This is going to hurt..." kyouko: oh shit, indeed. Rin: "Maybe some of the other students will go up in rankings. How many people are left in this round?" -elsewhere- Vulcan: "..." *turns off the TV, looks back at a photograph...of him, Yu...and Lisa* nozomi: ... Vulcan: "...Yo, Nozomi? I got something you could help me with. Maybe...take your mind off of...Um...I mean, you okay?" nozomi: hmm? oh, im fine. ^^ Vulcan: "...Up for a project? I'll let you use the jackhammer." nozomi: oh goodness, im not sure if i can use something that big... ._.; Vulcan: "I can attach foot holds for it..." -elsewhere- Announcer: "It is pandemonium! Meme Tatane has a folding chair!" Meme: "I got you now!" student: WHERE DID SHE GET THAT?! Chuuya: *floating students away from him* "Really? This the best you all got?" Kyoka: *using Demon Snow as a barrier, yawns* Anya: *hand chopping opponents* "I knocked down possessed students from all sides! This all you got?!" -elsewhere- Mori: *writing notes* elise: *drawing* Mori: "Elise? Didn't you want to play with Sonia?" elise: yeah, but she doesnt come by a lot....like ever. Mori: "Maybe you can have a playdate at her apartment." elise: maybe. Mori: ^^ "What are you drawing?" -it's herself, sonia, Q, and mori as a child.- Mori: TTWTT "Um...Wh-Who is that?" elise: it's rintarou, duh. Mori: "...That's n-nice..." *pats her head* elise: ^^ Mori: "Let's hang it up..." -elsewhere- Takehisa: "Please keep the Commander away from the shovels. He keeps digging holes..." maki: noted. Akitaru: "This new shovel is great! Doc, how did you get it to dig so well?" -elsewhere- Patty: Q_Q "Takeru...Hang in there..." takeru: *SCREEEEEAM* Akutagawa: "I will have first place..." *trying to grab onto Takeru with Rashomon--and failing* "Hold still, damn you." -elsewhere- Ponera: "Feeling better?" shaula: yeah, why wouldnt i be? Ponera: "...I mean, you seemed...bothered when you were...inebriated." shaula: eh, im fine, no skin offa my nose. Ponera: "..." *hug* shaula: OwO; Ponera: "You're okay." *pat pat* "Try talking instead of just drinking alone, okay?" shaula: alright? >->; Ponera: *pulls back, smiles* "Good. Well, time for me to get this mission ready. -elsewhere- Mephisto: *stares at an empty bowl that once had ice cream* owo; felisia: zzzzz.... maid: ._.; Mephisto: *whispers* "I guess my sweet tooth just got beat...Be ready to bring her breakfast, 'kay?" maid: understood, sir. -elsewhere- Assi: *his head is bandaged (but he still has his A glasses on), as are his hands, like mittens* "..." *reaches for his spoon for his cereal--and his fingers are too bandaged to get it* "..." *muffled* "Darn." mana: showtaro, could ya feed ashi his breakfast? Shotaro: "Sure! Open wide!" Assi: "..." *muffled voice* "Ahhhh..." Shotaro: "..." *pulls down bandages--which causes a ripping sound* Assi: "OUCHIE!" Shotaro: "Whoops! Sorry!" Emine: *small smirk* -elsewhere- vivian: *she has her fan out* -CRASSH- tamaki: HOLY FUCK announcer: AND VIVIAN HELVITZ IS USING HER 2ND GEN ABILITY TO SHOCK THE COMPETITION! LITERALLY! Kishiri: o\\\w\\\o Anya: D8 *trying to outrun the electricity* Chuuya: *dodging charges* "Crap crap crap--" Lucy: *ZAPPED* X_X vivian: uhuhu~ torry~ i hope you're watching~ atsushi: !!! *grabs lucy and kyouka and gets them to safety* Kishiri: "Oh, I'm watching..." Kyoka: "...Now what?" atsushi: *thinking* if we had rubber suits, it would make us shock proof. Kyoka: "If only. Unless you know someone who can spontaneously generate rubber--" atsushi: crap....wait.... *glances at akutagawa*.... *lightbulb* it's not rubber, but rashomon can consume anything, right? Kyoka: "...Yes. How will you convince him?" Lucy: X____X atsushi: it's a risky move....but i might just have to take it! *runs out into the field* Kyoka: "...Good luck." Akutagawa: *swings another student around the field* "Be gone." atsushi: *jumping headfirst where he will likely get struck out* Akutagawa: "!!!!" *looks around--spots Vivian* *glowers* "...No one will have victory over the Were-Tiger but I!" *aims Rashomon at Vivian* vivian: OuO; *blocking* *Rashomon pushes upon Vivian* -elsewhere- Dazai: *tenses up* kirako: ?? Dazai: "I sense a disturbance...Did I leave the toilet seat up?" -elsewhere- Gin: o_o;;; higuchi: ._.; Gin: "...We'll need another shovel." -elsewhere- yana: electricity, eh? interesting. *looking up info on haijima's europe branch* FD: "Quite powerful." yana: should we pay these haijima guys a visit? FD: "Do it." yana: *grin* -elsewhere- Hibana: *staring in horror at a photograph* "...That's not him." *it's dated 8 years ago* gabriella: ?? princess? *Photo caption: Dr. Giovanni* *It looks like a rather normal man* gabriella: who is he? Hibana: "One of the fire commanders, from eight years ago...Before he put on that mask...I had never seen him without it." gabriella: ah. i see. Hibana: "...If this could help find him..." -elsewhere- Rin: o____o "...That's a lot of screaming." madoka: ._.; announcer: AND IN FIRST FOR THE SECOND ROUND, VIVIAN HELVITZ AND RYUZAKI ARARAGI! Akutagawa: *cough cough* *waving* Kishiri: QWQ atsushi:...huh. *Leader board has Vivian and Akutagawa's scores rise up; Kyoka, Tamaki, and Chuuya's fall* Kyoka: "Boo. But at least we aren't dead." atsushi: at least we made it to the next round. takeru: im just glad im out. *sigh* Lucy: *holding her head* "I feel like I got hit by a very large horse riding an even bigger horse..." Patty: "TAAAAAAAKERUUUUU!" *glomp* takeru: omph-! Patty: "Hee hee!" *cheek smooch* Chuuya: *looks at the score listing* "Where did I place?" -seems chuuya made 2nd. tamaki: D8 13?! atsushi: oh, looks like you got knocked out. sorry kotatsu. Kyoka: "..." *hug* tamaki: OxO .... TTxTT nyuuuuu.... Kyoka: *pat pat* Relan: "Kind of amazed she made it this far." shinra: yeah... Kyoka: "How did I place? Atsushi, did you qualify?" Chuuya: *smiling* "Hope that's good enough, Sonia..." atsushi: i made 12th, so im still in. how about you lucy? Lucy: "...14th place. Darn." atsushi: oh. maybe we can get lunch to celebrate? you did your best, right? ^^ Lucy: "..." *hug* "Food sounds great right now..." atsushi: ^^..... (thinking: i can feel a glare of intense hatred in my direction....) Akutagawa: "Tiger..." atsushi: OxO;;;;;;;;;;;; Lucy: -_-; "Oh. This nonsense again." atsushi: *SCREAMS ON THE INSIDE* Akutagawa: "You better survive the next round. Because I assure you, in the last round, I am going to face you. And before everyone here, they will see me dominate you." atsushi: *high pitched* sounds good, my dude....*forced laughter* Akutagawa: "Those are not the noises you will make when my heel is digging into your hand, as I repeatedly jab into you." Kyoka: "...I think he means he will jab with his fists. Into your abdomen. Not anywhere else." atsushi: *voice cracks* thanks for the clarification! Lucy: *holds Atsushi's hand* "Come. He's not worth it. Not until the last round when you kick his sorry behind out of the competition." Akutagawa: *DEATH GLARE AT LUCY* atsushi: WHO WANTS LUNCH?! OuO;;; Lucy: o__o; "Me! A thousand times!" Kyoka: "I will eat them out of business." Akutagawa: "..." *stomach growls* -and so- atsushi: TTuTT (thinking: ODASAKUUUU SAVE ME) odasaku: to tell you the truth kid....if i were in your shoes....i'd be besides myself too. *sweatdrop, scratching the back of his head* Lucy: -____- "J-Just finish the meal, I guess..." atsushi: QuQ;; Akutagawa: "...What about dessert?" Chuuya: -____-;;; "Will you come along?" Kyoka: *sipping her tea* "Like this peon will defeat Atsushi. He will send you running home crying." atsushi: *trying not to piss himself* Akutagawa: "I doubt that." Kyoka: "Want to bet on it?" atsushi: WELLLL it's getting late. time to call it a night, right guys? ^^;;; Akutagawa: "Like I need to take a bet when I could just sneak into his residence and kill him in his sleep." atsushi: *forced laugh* oh, you're so funny! but enough joking, lets head home now please? Lucy: "Oh, sounds like emo boy here is a chicken. A big, fat chicken." Akutagawa: "..." atsushi: ahaha...lucypleasedonottempthim. Akutagawa: "What would I get if he loses in the competition?" *A hand chops Akutagawa in the back of the head--into the pudding put out for him* Dazai: "A wild Dazai appears!" Kyoka: "...That was a waste of pudding." atsushi: *phew* Dazai: "Now, where's Chuuya? I thought he'd be here..." *looking over Chuuya's head* Chuuya: "..." *tries an uppercut* Dazai: *dodges* Chuuya: *random muttering growling* atsushi: ^^; Dazai: "You taking care of my niece okay?" Chuuya: "SHE'S NOT YOUR NIECE!" atsushi: oh, you mean sonia? Dazai: "But I already got her a teddy bear as big as you!" *holds up...a normal size teddy bear* Chuuya: *struggling to ignore Dazai* "Yes. Sonia. She is well. She's drawing so much, writing, counting--" Kyoka: "...You had a child?" Chuuya: *uncomfortable silence* atsushi: .... Chuuya: "I adopted her." Kyoka: "Ah." atsushi: ... Chuuya: "Sh-She needed someone..." Dazai: *pats Chuuya's head* "Best dad!" Chuuya: -_____- atsushi: mm.... odasaku: ..... Chuuya: "Speaking of which, I should get home--and bring him with me..." *pulls Akutagawa's head off the plate* Akutagawa: *covered in pudding* -_____- -elsewhere- Arthur: *holding a "You Tried" cake* tamaki: TT.TT Arthur: "I thought you did good. You were ahead of so many other people." tamaki: 737 Relan: "Yeah--and this time you didn't have any wardrobe malfunctions." tamaki: =n= Takehisa: *facepalm* Relan: "!!!! I-I meant that as a good thing..." Akitaru: "Come on, Tamaki! I got the plates and drinks..." tamaki:...*nom* TTnTT Akitaru: "There you go!" Vulcan: "And if it makes you feel better, I got some new tech for you to try out." -elsewhere- Anya: T_T tsugumi: it's ok anya. ^^ ao: it's not like you've contracted a flesh-eating disease. Anya: "...Gee, thanks." -elsewhere- Meme: *humming* -elsewhere- Kid: "Cookie?" stocking: *nom* mmm~<3 *nuzzle* Kid: =///w///= *holds her* stocking: ^^ kirika: *rolls eyes* get a room. Kid: -_-;;; "No one is making you sit here." -elsewhere- Assi: *collapsed on couch...his bandages and clothes are torn up* TT__TT -elsewhere- sonia: zzzzz.... mito: =w= Chuuya: "..." *tucks Sonia in* sonia: =u= Chuuya: *kisses her forehead, whispers* "Sleep well, kiddo." sonia: zzzz Chuuya: "..." *sighs, places a stuffed bear in her arms* sonia: *snuggles it* =u= *she seems content* Chuuya: "..." *shy scratch of his cheek* ("Guess Dazai can get some things right...") mito: *nuzzles chuuya's leg* *mrew* Chuuya: *small smile, pets Mito* "Good Mito..." mito: *mweow* Chuuya: "Shhh..." *picks up Mito* mito: =w= *purrs* Chuuya: "Better feed you..." -elsewhere- Gin: "At least he didn't injure too many." naoya: oi, akuta. congrats on first place! Akutagawa: "Thank you..." *still wiping pudding off himself* naoya: heard you ran into that waste of bandages today. he give you a hard time? Akutagawa: "He teased me for not dominating over the Were-Tiger, then said I should try a dating site." naoya: *rolls eyes* typical. Akutagawa: "I will wipe that smile off his face, too." naoya: finally getting over your schoolboy crush on him? higuchi: come on, naoya. -_-; Akutagawa: "Hmph. I will not even dignify that with a response." naoya: suit yourself then. *shrug* Gin: "It's okay if you don't find someone, too. Just let things go as they will." Akutagawa: "...Thank you." *looks at Higuchi* higuchi: .... *glances at gin* Gin: "..." *blinks* "..." *holds Higuchi's hand* higuchi: ^///^ Akutagawa: "..." *nods to Gin, walks away* Gin: "...Ichiyo..." higuchi: *hug* >////< Gin: o\\\o "..." =\\\= *pat pat...cheek smooch* naoya: look at this. my gals being so cute together. i feel like such a proud mother ^^ Gin: =\\\\\= "Please. That's a little embarrassing..." *holds onto Higuchi* -elsewhere- Yohei: *smooch* chie: =////= Yohei: "I'm done for the day...so I'm all for you." chie: *grins and drags him to their room* Yohei: *follows, slight chuckle* -elsewhere- Aizawa: *sets out the drinks* -elsewhere- Mr. Tsubaki: *fox yawn* -elsewhere- katya: .... Hawthorne: "...What?" katya: .... <oi boss, im back.> FD: <Welcome. How did it go?> katya: *hands him a USP port* <i got a copy of the stuff you asked me to get.> FD: <Good. Let's pull it up...> *inserts into a computer* -a few folders appear with 'employee records' 'projects' 'locations' etc.- FD: *opens a record* -elsewhere- Todoroki: *forming a snowball* -elsewhere- Arthur: "Zzz..." -elsewhere- Ponera: *nodding off* grimoire:...*carries her to bed* Ponera: *holds onto him, murmuring* grimoire: ?? Ponera: "M-Ma..." -elsewhere- Kunikida: *sets down his tea* -two letters have arrived- Kunikida: *looks at the addresses* -one is from aya, the other doesnt have a name- Kunikida: "..." *opens Aya's* note: dear mr kunikida, i hope you're doing well. ^^ it feels like such a long time since you helped me back then. if you ever need a jr detective to help you out, let me know ^^ ~Aya Kunikida: "...Cute." *sets it aside, examines the other letter* note: GUESS WHO'S OUTTA PRISON ASSHOLE! well, sorta. im stuck on parole atm. got part time work as a grocery bagger, but they're keeping tabs on me in case i 'become a threat to public safety'. XP shit, you probably have no clue who i am. remember that blonde dude from 2 years ago? the one with the numbers ability? yeah that would be me. peace out. -there is no name written- Kunikida: "..." >_< -silence- Kunikida: *sigh* *starts writing words on sheets of his notebook--including the names of certain weapons* -elsewhere- Kyoka: "I'm sure you'll be fine." atsushi: i hope so.....what do you remember him being like? d-during your time with..y-you know. Kyoka: "...He was sad." atsushi:....maybe if i try, i dunno, befriending him maybe...maybe he'd chill out a bit? Kyoka: "Worth a try. I would bring protection." *holds up a baseball bat* atsushi:...noted. Lucy: *passed out on the couch* *snore* atsushi:....i should take her home now. *picks lucy up* Lucy: =w= "Zzz..." Kyoka: "I'll get the door." -elsewhere- Dazai: "My babies are growing up." =w= kirako: ^^; Dazai: "And Sonia takes after me so much. She has that hard stare I make when the guy Mitch at the sandwich shop gets my order wrong..." kirako: ^^; is that so? Dazai: *nod nod* "And Atsushi is going to win that competition. Or Akutagawa. Or both. Or neither. Either way, I'm responsible for their entire greatness." kirako: i see. ^^ Dazai: "So, how you doing? I didn't get to see you much at work." kirako: doing good. you doing well? Dazai: "...You know what? Yeah." *smiles at her, stares at her* kirako: that's good to hear. *making tea* Dazai: "..." *hugs from behind* kirako: *sly grin* getting frisky already? Dazai: *presses from behind her* "You tell me." kirako: mmn...at least let me finish making us tea first, ok? Dazai: "Ooooookay." *pats her side* -elsewhere- FD: *reviewing papers and video clips* "All good..." zoey: ..... FD: "Look at this one, Zoey. With a better diet, I think we could get their performance up." zoey: .....perhaps...do you.....need me to do anything right now? FD: "...Zoey. Close your eyes, and imagine the thing you want most in the world." zoey: ....... -i want to be with you- FD: "What do you see?" zoey: i see you... FD: "What expression is on my face?" zoey: i can see a smile...but that's all i see... FD: "Do I look happy?" zoey:....yes. FD: "That's good. What am I doing?" zoey: ....kissing my hand softly... *she blushes* FD: "Like this?" *she can feel his lips brush along her hand* zoey: *soft moan* y-yes. FD: "And after I kiss your hand?" zoey: ah.....please.....take me however you wish. FD: "...Keep your eyes closed." *he kisses just above the top of her dress* zoey: a-ahhh~ FD: "If I ripped every last stitch off of you..." *kisses her cheek lightly* "What would you do?" zoey: *soft sigh* i-i'd....i'd do whatever you wished of me... FD: *unbuttons top of her dress* "Aren't you embarrassed, your naked body exposed?" zoey: i-if it p-pleases you, master...i would gladly expose myself... FD: *his hand slides down her back* "All of you?" *lifts up the bottom of her skirt* zoey: ah~ y-yes. FD: "When you dream...What do I do to you?" *his fingers slip under her panties, clutching her cheek* -elsewhere- Kepuri: *staring in the freezer* *every carton of ice cream is labeled 'Nea'* mana:...house petition to invest in a mini fridge for nea. chie: agreed. Kepuri: "Seconded. I'll get to building one." *pulls out a wrench* -elsewhere- Mori: *sighs* -silence- Mori: "..." *presses his intercom button* miura: yes sir? Mori: "I want to go out." miura: very well sir. Mori: "You're coming, too. You need to get out." miura: understood. Mori: Make sure you have a good outfit on..." *opens his office closet, removing a suit* miura:.....sir are you asking me on a date? Mori: "No. I just expect company with me to dress appropriately for the establishments we will visit." miura: understood, sir. Mori: *is putting on the suit* "I'll see you in 30 minutes." -elsewhere- Tachihara: *slurred speech* "Stoopid sheet! I-I'm too good for these things!" naoya: uh-huh. *making sure he doesnt fall over* Tachihara: "What've these bitches got up their butts?! I'm sooper!" hirotsu: im sure you're just swell. Tachihara: "Right?! So why did that cunt go for your old balls and not me?!!" hirotsu: two things; first of all, show a little damn respect. second; different people have different tastes. if it makes you feel better, we didnt fornicate. Tachihara: "Then she could've fucked me, man! I'm hot! I'm young and with it! I'm hip!" naoya: hey, there's plenty of fish in the sea, right? Tachihara: "Then why can't my big-ass lure attract a fish?" mafioso:...you wanna go to the lake then, man? naoya: maybe it has to do with your commitment issues? Tachihara: "I'm committed!" hirotsu: oh really? i think what she means is have you ever been in a meaningful relationship? one that lasted more than a week? Tachihara: "..." Q~Q naoya: ....*pats his back* Tachihara: "I-I just like things to be fast and immediate, man..." naoya: ah. Tachihara: "It's supposed to be simple, like in those dating sims." naoya: well, this is reality, kid. hirotsu: and people are much more complicated and unpredictable. Tachihara: "...Damn it. Maybe I can take notes or something..." naoya: maybe Tachihara: "Maybe take hookers on practice dates..." naoya: sure, knock yourself out....though not literally. Tachihara: *drunken laugh--then passes out* naoya:.... hirotsu: *pays the tab* i'll carry him back. naoya: good call. -elsewhere-

[sukirichi]

— LOVE LETTER FROM ANON ; 💌

this is from an ask i received. i copy pasted and replied here as a text post since i can’t put “read more” on anon asks and it’s quite long hehehe. to the anon who sent me this, i give you loads of my love, thank you so much for everything !!

[ the ask ]

hi lovely,

i just read earned it and i have a couple things i’d like to say to you if you don’t mind. before i start, i completely understand if you don’t want to share this ask or even read at all which is fair. but if you do decide to read it, i know that one person such as me cannot change the decisions a writer had made such as discontinuing a series but i hope that this allows you some sense of peace or happiness towards your creation and end of earned it. i’m actually writing this is my notes before i send it to you so that’s how you know i truly mean it. buckle up baby!

i’d like to start with this; i just read and finished all the remaining chapters of earned it. i don’t know how to say this without sounding arrogant or cocky which truly isn’t my intention here, i promise so i’ll just say it as is. i swear to ever loving god, i’ve scoured the entirety of tumblr, ao3, fanfiction.net, wattpad, everything and anything, and it still isn’t very often that i find works like these, far and few between dare i say. ive looked through almost everything i could get my hands on to read in the jjk fandom and dear god, do you manage to keep on surprising me. i’ve read majority if not all your works along with following you on ao3 and tumblr, and i must say. i truly am so fucking impressed. completely and absolutely fucking floored if you will. the amount of plot twists and pure emotion you managed to put into this is only something i can dream of ever creating.

i cannot lie, it truly my hearts to think that people gave you so much shit over this to which ended in you deciding to discontinue along with your lack of interest which at least, is understandable unlike the hate. i literally cannot comprehend how people would be unhappy with the outcome so far after reading it since it was beyond fucking magnificent in my eyes. it kept me on my toes the entire time whilst never managing to bore me once and as someone with adhd, thats fucking hard to do, i’ll admit it. props to you. and as much as i want to grovel and beg for crumbs, something, anything to know about how it ends, i know that that will most likely accomplish nothing to both you and i so decided to just say this.

thank you for writing this. thank you for not only writing it but dealing with the experience of unwanted and negative criticism to the point you had to stop and discontinue it whilst also being generous and amazing enough to keep it up so other people could still read it. i really hope your proud of earned it and how it turned out so far, because if i were you, i’d be so bloody fucking proud i wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

my friends often tell me i overstep my boundaries and i really hope i aren’t doing that with this but i just really, truly, wanted to express my genuine appreciation and thanks towards your writing and towards you as a writer that puts out content, not to mention for free!!!!, for people like me. i also don’t want to seem as if i’m glorifying earned above all your other works, because that’s not what i mean. your writing is just… just fucking chefs kiss. sorry, my brains starting to run out of words at this point but oh my god. thank you for letting me experience the experience of earned it even though there was no proper end. i’d rather have that than nothing at all. and maybe i misread this entire thing, maybe you are goddamn proud of your work, which you fuckinf should be considering the pure quality it is. once again, chefs kiss!!

i just… i don’t know what to say anymore. your writing, quite literally, has made me completely fucking breathless in a good way of course. anyways, i hope this wasn’t too much of a ramble and at least managed to make you smile or something. have a lovely day sweetheart!!!! <333 :*)

OMG ANON PLS FORGIVE ME IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME DAYS TO RESPOND TO, I DIDN’T WANT TO GIVE YOU A HALF ASSED RESPONSE SO I WAITED TO GET MY MENTAL ENERGY BACK TO A HUNDRED PERCENT SO I CAN SEND BACK MORE LOVE TO YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY !! FIRST OF ALL UHM… 

you really made me speechless with this one, you have no idea. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve reread this and teared up a little bit because you know… I’m so shocked like I really have no idea what I did to receive such a sweet message because I’m just writing silly fanfics when I’m feeling it yknow? Or at least that’s what it seems like because it turns out I have a huge impact on others and I’m able to make people happy like I’ll never EVER get used to that feeling and I mean that in a good way !! Like I’m in a constant state of disbelief that people are this affected by my content and I’m just… 

I’m so thankful truly PLEASE can I give you a hug I’m so happy sobs sobs sobs

also baby, thank you sm for this again AAAAHH. I’m not sure if you really mean ‘Earned It’ the mafia! gojo series or ‘Reckless’ the CEO gojo series though ?? Both are discontinued but Earned It was discontinued bcos my dumbass killed Naoya there and he was my favorite so I lost the motivation and it was all my fault SOBBSSS. as for Reckless though, yeah I’d say it was mostly the hate I got for it that demotivated me into continuing it :// but if this ask is meant for Earned It, then yes thank you so much for the kind words as well, though I didn’t really receive hate for it so no worries !!

and aaah anon im…I’m at a loss for words lmao but the part where you said where you would be proud if you wrote it, that’s really…LIKE IDK it just hit me bcos oftentimes I look at something I poured my heart into, but then I’d have days where I’d be like YIKES that wasn’t a good one. its so easy to forget the effort we put into something when we’re affected by external factors. and yeah even though I really don’t want to continue either series anymore, thank you for leaving me the important note of being proud of myself <33 

although the series (earned it) wasn’t really something I’d properly executed and planned for, I do remember being passionate over it and feeling truly excited to update. even if it didn’t end out the way I wanted it to, it’s still something I poured my heart on and that’s magnificent on its own, so I’ll be prouder of myself from now on <33

no worries bb you are not overstepping any boundaries at all !! believe me when I say this ask truly do means a lot to me – more than you’ll ever know. messages like these are what keeps me going, as feedback is important to writers, but most of all it’s the genuine support and sincerity that gets to me. 

I’m truly humbled and grateful right now. thank you for this again and again and again.

THIS MADE ME MORE THAN SMILE !! there’s a lot of things I’m struggling with even if I don’t publicly express it, but messages like these will always have a special place in my heart. I’m sincerely grateful for everything, and I’ll continue writing here and sharing my works!! It’s supportive people like you that make these moments worthwhile. I’ll never forget this message anon AAAAH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER DAY OR NIGHT, you have me weak in the knees for this

OKAY BRB SOBBING IN HAPPINESS