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Chapter 12: Sugarbug (Patch)

Later that night, the village settled in after a day of celebration. While Patch couldn’t stop pacing about in their campsite. Their stretched, spindly shadow followed them against the burning campfire light.

“Why me? Why a gym leader? Why a final round? Why did I even do this?” They questioned themselves, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all if it meant I’d be up against a gym leader. Come here, Tamarind, just one more spritz!”

“Fuey…” Tamarind moaned being given his a tenth potion spray of the night.

Patch had gone through four whole bottles of potions. But they couldn’t be too careful, constant battling could leaving a lasting injury.

“It’s almost over, Patch,” Sage reminded them, “How else will you pay off your debt?”

“I’ll ask my mom!” They raised their voice with an over-dramatic flair.

Sage said nothing and only furrowed her brow. It brought Patch back to reality.

“Come on Sage, it’s a gym leader!” they reasoned, “Most trainers end their careers because of them!”

“It’s not like she’ll kill your Pokemon,” Sage pointed out, “If she did she would be revoked by the League. Having a battle with a Gym leader is the safest one you can have!”

Patch wasn’t convinced, they would happily keep making up reasons to forfeit.

“Patch!” Sage grabbed them by their elbows and stared at them with his aquamarine eyes “You got so far in the tournament and you want to quit when you're so close to winning?”

They took a second to answer, “I guess…”

“Fine,” Sage sighed, “It’s your choice! Let me know if you change your mind in the morning.”

Sage retreated to his tent for the night, not even wishing her friend a goodnight’s rest. She seemed kinda upset… probably just tired… I hope she’s just tired… The trainer couldn’t keep their feet still, there were too many things to fixate on at once; too many hard decisions to consider. If they forfeited, would that mean they’d be stuck in Cortondo forever? Their parents would be so disappointed in them, even if they agreed to help. Being a trainer meant being independent, and they would fail in that aspect.

Patch gazed deeply into the dancing flame of the campfire. They reminisced to back on how powerless they felt on their first day as a trainer. How the pack of Houndour forced them to cower. Or how they felt vunerable to two measly, Tarountulas.

Tamarind slept a few steps away, heavily snoring as always. If it weren’t for him I wouldn’t have stood a chance against those Tarontulas. The lingering imagery of bug types reminded them of the tournament.

A few days ago Tamarind fought off two little spiders, but just today he took on an entire Scyther. He didn’t defeat him properly… but the fact that trainer surrendered says a lot. Like… I have potential.

Patch laid down on the prickly bed of grass, examining the twinkling pattern of stars, trying to remember the constellations. In their mind, they connected each star.

There’s Sirius the Swanna, they pointed to stars spread out like wings. That one could be… the triangle…

There was a constellation shaped like a box that Patch could always recognize, Tiberius the Trainer. Legends recounted them as glorious and powerful Pokemon battler with brawny stature. But Patch always saw the constellation as a humble and meek person who rose to the top.

Could I be a Tiberius type? They wondered. Patch pictured themselves braving the gym leader head on. Then taking on more trainers after that, it sounded like the start of a great story.

…

Patch woke up early once again, only more determined than ever.

The festival crowds felt smaller but more excited that a random, Uvovan trainer would be taking on their Gym Leader. Patch tried not to let villagers prying, judgmental eyes get the better of them. They weren’t going to just win the battle to pay Cortondo back, they were going to win because they wanted to.

For the last round, the two trainers would fight on the high wooden loft of Pasterie Soapberry, where a battlefield was set up. The structure was made up of dark, rich olive wood with ivy vines and moss growing around it. The support beams of the loft extended upward, presumably to act as perches for wild Pokemon. Below, tables were set up where restaurant patrons dined on the finest Cortondo cuisine, observing the fight that was about to unfold.

“Damn,” Sage envied the food being served, “When they said this tournament was sponsored they weren’t kidding! Do you think you’ll get a meal discount if you win?”

“That would be nice,” Patch answered. What I wouldn’t give for something that isn’t a sandwich.

Coming from the stairs, Katy had arrived with two Villion fluttering beside her with floral patterns. She held out her hand, and one of them perched on the tip of her finger. It made her seem dainty and demure for a gym leader.

As the Villion flew off she greeted her challenger, “My what lovely trainer you are,” she smiled, “Buzz around the village is that you are in debt with our orchard.”

Does everyone have to rub that in my face? “Unfortunately, I am,” Patch sighed.

“Well don’t fret, after this battle everything will work out one way or another, ” She placed her hands together politely.

“Of course,” Patch spoke, channeling their inner Tiberius, “I’m ready to start when you are!”

“My, you are an excited one!” she giggled, “Let us begin!”

A waiter stood at the sidelines, instead of attending to customers' orders he acted as a referee. Sage did the same as a spectator.

“A battle will commence with Katy Soapberry of Cortondo vs Patch Callune of Nacrene City,” The waiter declared, “Since this is a tournament battle both trainers must participate with the Pokemon they registered with. It’ll be three on two. If League rules are broken the opposing trainer will be deemed the victor.”

Don’t kill, only exhaust. Patch reminded themselves for the umpteenth time.

Katy pulled out a green Pokeball with dark stripes and threw it into the air, “Juniper! Come out sweetie!”

The Pokeball unleashed its dim blue light, Patch expected a formidable Scyther or Heracross to appear, but there was seemingly nothing.

“Kree kree kree,” a small chirping rang in Patch’s ear.

They squinted at the ground to find a small black grasshopper Pokemon the same size as Arturo. Wait, that’s the gym leader’s fighting with? Why choose that?

Patch took a quick snapshot with their phone and loaded their Pokedex app. Nymble, The Grasshopper Pokemon, a bug type. It's highly skilled at a fighting style in which it uses its jumping capabilities to dodge incoming attacks while also dealing damage to opponents.

Oh, that’s why… Patch thought, well it can’t be any worse than a Scyther. Patch opened Tamarind’s Pokeball.

“Fueeeey!” He yawned as he appeared.

This is it, no going back now! They braced their heart for impact.

“Tamarind, use ember!” Patch exclaimed.

The fire croc began channeling his fire “Fueyyyy!” then he exhaled, “Fueyy!”

“Juniper, use Double kick!” Katy countered.

Juniper swiftly sprang from the incoming flame and lunged toward his opponent with grace. Like the fury of a fighting type, he struck his tiny legs against Tamarind’s face. It was enough for the croc to stumble.

Okay so the Pokedex wasn’t kidding but one ember should do it!

“Tamarind, use ember again!” Patch repeated.

“Double kick once more!” The gym leader quickly followed.

Before the Fuecoco could even sputter a flame the Nymble clocked him back with a single kick. Causing him to collapse on his back.

This isn’t good, Patch feared. Tamarind’s not fast enough! I’ll need to save him for later! I can only win with fire!

“Tamarind, return!” They aimed the lock of the Pokeball on the fire croc, and he faded into the red light.

Patch switched out to Arturo’s Pokeball, they stared deeply into fuchsia streaks. Arturo’s part normal type and Katy’s Pokemon knows fighting type moves. Aware that the referee was counting their switch-out time, they projected the Pokeball into the air.

In Tamarind’s place, the little Shroodle popped out, “Shree, shrew,” he sniffed.

“A Shroodle?” Katy placed her hand on her cheek, “What an interesting recipe!” She let on a sense of delight in her opponent’s disadvantage.

I can at least try to tire it out even if Arturo does get hit. “Arturo, dowse the Nymble with Acid Spray!”

Arturo immediately hacked out his colorful venom, it was quicker than Tamarind’s ember. Juniper hoped away from each splatter, there was nothing to keep him off his toes.

“Double kick, Juniper!” Katy recited.

The little grasshopper pounced effortlessly without crouching.

“Dodge now!” Patch spouted with caution.

Arturo scampered away just in time and the Nymble stuck his leg against the hard wood.

“Nee!” Juniper chirred with agony.

It worked! Patch thought satisfied, Now’s my chance! “Use Fury swipes!”

Glowing white claws retracted from the Shroodle’s nubby little paws, and he began lashing them at the Nymble. “Shree, shrew, shree, shrew!” He squeaked with each swipe.

After the seventh’s swipe, the Nymble looked close to death.

Oh gosh, maybe that was too much! They flapped their hands while panicking at the waiter’s judgment.

“Shoodle overstepped the boundaries of The League, he is no longer qualified to participate!” The Waiter decried.

“OH ARCEUS! I AM REVOKED?!” Patch hollered as their heart palpated. They quickly recalled Arturo. I knew I shouldn’t have faced a gym leader!

The Waiter took a knee to examine Juniper’s injuries. He gently scooped the insect off the wood and delicately handed him to Katy. Never fight a gym leader! Never fight a gym leader! Never fight a gym leader! The terrifying gym leader spritzed the grasshopper with a potion

“Kree… kree!” he sang sofly.

“He’s alright,” Katy sighed, “He just needs to rest…” She placed him back in his pokeball.

“Neither Pokemon can battle,” The Waiter stood back up, “This is a draw!” he motioned his hands out.

“Did I lose?!” Patch whimpered.

“No you didn’t!” Sage answered, “As long as you have Tamarind you can still fight, Arturo’s just disqualified!”

“Disqualified,” they said to themselves as their hands became slower.

“Are you okay to keep battling, Sugar?” Katy asked, “You look more frightened than a Wimpod on a crowded beach.”

Patch closed their eyes, took a breath in, then blew it out. “I am…”

“Are you sure?” Sage reaffirmed with concerned eyes.

This could be my last chance to quit… I’m not falling apart this time. I am a trainer. They nodded back to the Gym leader.

“If you insist…” She held the challenge and stepped back to her side of the court.

“You can always surrender, Patch,” Sage prompted, “Don’t stress yourself!”

“I won’t,” they kept their eyes focused on the Gym leader, “I’m winning this battle.”

Sage stood aside, respecting Patch’s wishes. Katy deployed her next Pokeball and out came a Tarountula.

Memories of Poco Path crawled into their brain. The adhesive cling of its silk just peeling off their skin gave them unpleasant shivers. I defeated a Tarountula before, I could do it again!

Patch shook Tamarind out of his Pokeball, “Go!”

Tamarind burst into the scene confused as to where the Nymble went. Still on edge from their previous match, Patch knew if the little spider was burnt to a crisp they would be revoked as a trainer for sure. Having no Pokemon and still in debt. But that could be avoided if there had been no fire.

“Tamarind, use Disarming voice!” Patch demanded.

One cue Tamarind began to sing as pink soundwaves came from his mouth,“Fuey co co co!”

Although the Tarountula was caught in sound waves, Katy took a gamble and used her turn, “Dollop, use string shot!”

The Gym Leader’s spider flung a strand of silk, but instead of aiming it at Tamarind, it clung to one of the wooden support beams. Dollop swung away from the Fire crocs song and perched on the beam.

Patch quickly realized the reasoning behind their opponent’s decision. She must know how flammable her Tarountula’s silk is, so she’s keeping us at a distance. They gazed toward the cafe patrons from below. The loft is made of wood so even if Tamarind does use ember, the whole thing will catch fire and take us down with it.

While they could almost imagine a blazing inferno, Patch needed to stay on task, “Use Round!”

“Fuey Fuey!” Tamarind changed his tune and unleashed spikey rings of soundwaves.

“String shot, sweetie!” Katy called to them.

Dollop once again made another thread aimed at the beam on the other side of the loft. It’s silver sheen glistened against the sun. The Tarountula used it’s silk like a tightrope and carefully climbed to the other side.

That can’t be too high to reach, Patch planned. As soon as the spider reached the midway point of the thread, Patch gave orders, “Tamarind use Ember on the silk!”

“Co!” The Fuecoco spat an amber flame.

Despite a clever strategy the ember missed and Dollop made it to the other side.

“Keep using string shot,” Katy entrusted her Pokemon.

Dollop proceeded to weave an entire web while Tamarind kept missing his target.

After many commands for string shot, Katy finally ordered a new attack, “Now, use Assurance!”

The little spider swooped from its web trailing a line of silk behind them. Like a pendulum it swung across the court, knocking Tamarind aback.

Crap! That’s not good! Patch quickly scanned around for a weak point. If Tamarind can’t reach them from their web, I’ll just have to bring them a little closer. They remained silent and unassuming.

“Finish them with one last assurance!” Katy cheered.

Patch immediately took action, “Burn their silk with ember now!”

Tamarind huffed out another flame “Co!”

With a shot of fire the strand of silk disintegrated into loose seams. Without a tether to their web, Dollop plummeted to the ground.

“Tamarind use Disarming Voice!” Patch exclaimed.

“Fuey Fuey co!” Tamarind performed the finishing blow, his voice carrying an enchanting melody.

The little Tarountula tumbled backward under the sheer volume of the Fuecoco. Rolling like a stray volleyball, until it laid on its side.

“Tarountula is unable to battle,” The Waiter declared, “Fuecoco is the winner!”

“Let’s fucking go!” Sage cheered.

Patch called their Fuecoco over for a quick potion refresher, before they could face their final opponent.

“How are you doing buddy?” Patch asked.

“Fuey,” the Fuecoco sighed, shaking his claws in a so-so gesture.

“You’re doing great,” Patch complimented him, “Just one last win and it’ll all be over!” They took off their hat and handed it over to their fiery Pokemon, “Here.”

Tamarind held the lavender knitted hat and caressed it by his cheek. He purred lovingly.

I knew he would be pleased, Patch thought.

A minute or so later, Tamarind was back in full health and thus the battle continued. Patch could barely predict Katy’s final Pokemon. Would she bring out a venomous insect or another innocent-looking creature?

“I must say, you’ve been holding your own quite well!” Katy commended her opponent, “Every challenger at my gym always underestimates the potential of bug types… so I hope you don’t mind if I go all out!”

Oh no… that doesn’t sound good! Stop worrying Patch, you don’t even know what it is yet!

The Gymleader threw a different green pokeball into the court. What emerged was unlike anything they expected. Instead of a bug, there was an orange-brown bear cub with a crescent-shaped marking on their face. It was only a little bigger compared to Tamarind, and it wore a chocolate-colored apron to match their trainer.

Patch snapped a picture and received its Pokedex entry: Teddiursa, the Little Bear Pokemon. A normal type. Its paws are soaked in oodles of honey. When nervous, Teddiursa will lick its paws and soon have a smile back on its face.

“Normal type?!” Patch blurted aloud. Don’t Gym leaders stay type-coordinated?

“Oh, Sugar,” Katy smiled, “She’s a normal type for now!”

For now… what could that… wait a second!

Katy pulled out another Pokeball, this one black and familiar. It was a Tera Orb! "Now, my little Pokémon! Time to break free from your cocoon and come into your own!" She reveled whilst her orb began harnessing light.

Once it was fully charged, she threw it toward her Teddiursa. The tranlusent crystals rose from the ground just like it did with Nemona’s Pawmi. Within a few seconds, the little bear reemerged with a faceted coat that refracted the sunlight shining down on them. She now wore a crown adorned with a peridot green antenna and a pair of tiny white wings. It had terastallized into a bug type.

I had no idea she could terastallize her pokemon, fixating on the Terastal Orb a delayed memory entered Patch’s head. Oh shit, I have one of those!

They threw their backpack to the ground and quickly pulled out their Terastal Orb.

“Patch?!” Sage exclaimed with an outraged tone, “You had that the whole time?!”

“I forgot okay!” Patch admitted.

Particles of Light began to gather in the palm of their hand, like flowing snowflakes. It should have been blinding but it only intensified Patch’s curiosity.

“Patch throw it!” Sage yelled.

With nervousness shaking in their hands and their urge to stim, they ungracefully threw the glowing black orb to their Fuecoco. I hope it works with all Pokemon, Patch hoped.

The same crystals surrounded the fire croc, trapping him in a sparkly cage. He’s going to be okay, they promised themselves.

Though it took a while the Fuecoco reemerged with a hyde of faceted scales. His vermillion coloring made him appear as a lustrous ruby. When the sunshine beamed through his body it left a ring of scattered red shapes on the ground. He too adorned a crown of his own, resembling a candelabra. He’s still a fire type…but that’s good!

In awe of such a magnificent moment, Patch seized the opportunity “Use Ember!”

Red particles of like swirled around Tamarind before he shot a swift flame. While the Teddiursa sustained some damage, it’s crystalline body protected it from any burns. It’s working!

“Use Fury Swipes!” The Gym leader announced.

The little cub grew a long set of claws and lashed them at the Fuecoco. With each swipe, Tamarind swayed back and forth. Patch only assumed it could end based on how brutally Arturo used the same move.

“Tamarind, Try ember!” They said on an impulse.

With bated breath, Tamarind puffed one last ember before the Teddiursa’s claws slashed him to the ground. The flame struck the bear right in the face.

Suddenly the Teddiursa’s crystal coat shattered away, its crown no more. It fully reverted back to having natural, soft fur.

“Buar!” It growled as it collapsed.

Patch could barely believe what they had just done, and the Waiter confirmed it, “Teddiursa is unable to battle, Fuecoco is the winner! Victory goes to Patch Callune of Nacrene City!”

“I did it…” Patch marveled, “I did it!”

“Fuck yeah!” Sage hugged their friend tight.

Satisfaction could barely describe their achievement. They defeated a gym leader, all on their own! The crowd from down below gave them a wave of applause for their success. It was almost too good to be true.

“In honor of The Cortondo Olive Harvest Festival, I present you with your reward!” Katy handed them their check.

Patch was thrilled, with 15,000 p they still had enough money left over to treat themselves. But then Katy placed what felt like a small piece of metal into their palm. Upon expecting it closer Katy had handed them a metal pin of a green cupcake wrapped in webbing.

“I don’t understand,” Patch said.

“It’s the Nectar Badge, the official badge of our gym,” Katy simpered, “This tournament counts as an official league challenge. You’ve earned it, Sugar!”

They held up the little badge to the sunlight, it had a sheen of stainless steel. Gym badges were trophies of the league, if a battle trainer won enough they could rise up and challenge the region’s best trainers head-on. Patch almost felt like they didn’t deserve it.

“Uhh Patch?” Sage beckoned, pointing to their Fuecoco.

Tamarind’s body was consumed into a bright white light. Oh that’s no big deal, he’s just reverting back to normal. Still his silhouette began to grow in an amorphous shape. It was as if the light was molding him like clay. Patch felt nervous for him and the thought of touching him.

“Fuey-cro!” Tamarind’s voice became deeper.

Is he… evolving?!

Finally the light faded and Tamarind had grown. His body became a little more melon shaped and his stubby little tail was longer. His scales slightly deepened to a more reddish color, with more streaks of yellow on his back and face. There was more white on his belly and his hands became an inky black.

What was the most prominent is that his tufts of flickering hair was replaced with a fiery nest, with an egg-shaped flame in the center.

“Crocah?” Tamarind warbled in his new raspy voice.

Patch snapshotted for a dex entry. Crocalor, The Fire Croc Pokemon and the evolved form of Fuecoco. A Fire type. The valve in Crocalor's flame sac is closely connected to its vocal cords. This Pokémon utters a guttural cry as it spews flames every which way.

“Crocalor…” Patch repeated, “Congratulations, Tamarind!” They spread their arms out for a hug.

Patch embraced their newly evolved Crocalor, his body temperature now significantly warmer. It felt as if they both had evolved that day.

<- Chapter 11

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souluble · 4 years

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✿ Scenarios ✿

Part 1: Nobara Kugisaki / Itadori Yuji / Fushiguro Megumi / Inumaki Toge / Zenin Maki / Okkotsu Yuuta // (Next Part)

✿ Things they do in a relationship to show appreciation

Nobara Kugisaki

✿ Nobara likes to take you with her every time she visits a bakery, it means a lot that your by her side in case she finds Saori.

✿ A wide grin stretched across Nobaras face as she swung your interlocked hands back and forth. The two of you had snuck off during training to grab snacks for everyone and Nobara insisted you guys take the walk to a new bakery that opened.

“Imagine Saori-chan is there, I’m sure she’d love you” a bashful expression found itself taking over her features as she mumbled the last part.

You knew how much Nobara enjoyed looking for Saori, and not only did she get to search for an old friend but she got to make memories with you along the way. She learned your favorite pasteries and how while you may like some smoothies the others leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth.

It became a routine for the both of you, Nobara excitedly dragging you off campus to go to different pastry shops and pick up an abundance of baked goods for the others. It did get tiresome from time to time yet the childish glint in her eyes made it all worth it when she would look at you with adoration in her honey eyes.

Itadori Yuji

✿ Itadori has a playlist of all your favorite songs saved in his phone along with a list of your favorite orders from different restaurants.

✿ Scrolling through the mess that was Itadoris phone you searched through clustered apps in search for the music icon. One earbud hung loosely in your ear as you rested your head on Itadoris shoulder while he plugged the other earbud into his ear.

Watching you swipe mindlessly through his phone Itadori took the device from your hands and found the app with ease as he opened it up to be greated with an array of oddly named playlists. He clicked on the third one and you watched with curious eyes to see your name on the title. A collection of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t even remember telling him you liked half of the songs on the playlist yet he seemed to find out on his own. He was perceptive you’ll give him that.

“You like this song right? I heard you humming it a couple days ago”

The thought made your heart warm, Itadori had purposefully searched for some measly song you had stuck in your head just to put it into a playlist dedicated for you. He truly was something else.

Fushiguro Megumi

✿ Fushiguro leaves love notes by your bed every morning so you can wake up with a smile, he prefers this over text so you don't strain your eyes.

✿ Pushing softly against the door and treading lightly Fushiguro made his way to your bedside, the light peeking through the window making you look ethereal. A rare smile gracing his lips as he pushed a loose strand of hair to the side to get a closer look at your resting festures.

Slipping the pen from his pocket he wrote a messy ‘good morning’ and even measier ‘I love you’ as his hand shook from nervousness of getting caught. Folding the smudged paper into a neat square Fushiguro placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling the blanket up more to envelop you in warmth.

Taking light steps back out of the room he stood in the door way for a minute that felt like forever, the quiet ticking of the clock echoing off the walls. Shoving his hands into his pockets Fushiguro slowly closed the door before walking down the hall with a warm feeling in his chest.

Inumaki Toge

✿ Inumaki has your voice memorized and can always pick you out in a crowd, he can read you like an open book and takes pride in that.

✿ With interlocked pinkies you let Inumaki guide you through the bustling streets of Tokyo, the crowd pushing you left and right as you tried to stick to his side. A particularly hard shove by a businesswomen had you releasing your grip as the crowd pushed you backwards.

Turning your head every which way you searched the crowd for off-white hair “Toge!” a simple shout had lavender eyes scanning the area as he honed in on the sound of your voice.

With furrowed eyebrows Inumaki pushed through the sea of people until he was able to link his arm around your shoulder and have you in his grasp once more. Sparing a glance you let your eyes met his, you sent a smile in his direction to assure Inumaki you were fine. A huff left his masked lips as he pulled you closer into his side. He would make sure to keep you in close proximity this time.

Zenin Maki

✿ Maki always insists to go with you whenever you have a day off, she can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to you.

✿ On the rare occasion you had a day off you made sure to spend it in the city to get away from that stuffy school and the harsh reality of curses. If you were lucky enough then Maki would have her off day overlap with yous and the two of you would plan a date in the city.

Sadly this was not on of those lucky occasions as Maki was assigned a mission, she had wished you a farewell with a shy kiss to the cheek before taking off. Knowing she’d most like be busy the rest of the day you spared a quick text telling her you’d be out and about.

What you didn’t expect was your lover showing up at your favorite cafe, her hair frizzy and matted, clothes wrinkled and stained with blood. “Maki!” a surprised gasp leaving your lip at the sight.

“I finished my mission early so now we can spend the rest of the day together”

Your cheeks heated at her statement, she had rushed the mission and made a mess of usual professional appearance just to make her way to you quicker. Maki really did care for you more than you’d ever know.

Okkotsu Yuuta

✿ Yuuta has a matching set of rings for the both of you, he wants you to know that your just as important to him as Rika.

✿ A shy smile appeared on Yuutas face as his finger shook, nervousness filling his senses as he held a shaky hand to his chest. He knew this was for the best, Rika wouldn’t want him sitting around and waiting for them to meet once more. You were the one person Rika had never wanted to hurt, she knew how dear you were to Yuuta and that it was of the upmost importance that Yuuta stop blaming himself for her shortcomings.

Taking a sharp breath he walked to your dorm and knocked lightly on the door, a faint ‘come in’ had him glancing around the hall, the brief though of turning around and walking away crossed his mind. Pushing the door open Yuuta watched as you looked at him with such a loving gaze it had his storm of nerves turning into tranquil waters.

Pushing a small blue box into your hands Yuuta watched with clammy palms as your lips parted into an ‘O’ shape and a blush rose to your cheeks. A wide smile appeared on your face as you slipped the silver band onto your pointer finger. Reaching out to grasp your hand only then did you notice the matching ring he wore on his hand.

No words were exchanged as tears pooled into both your eyes, pulling you into his embrace Yuuta let out a happy laugh at your emotional state. By no means was this a proposal, yet the fact that he was willing to devote himself to you was enough to make you tear up.

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smokeblooded-blog1 · 7 years

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. i took it from myself bc i was bored TAGGING. spiritmiinded, soughtdawn, clandestinesque, spyblooded, starveincd, pastryblooded, and anyone else who wants to do it who hasnt already

BASICS.

FULL NAME : jean otus NICKNAME : the cigarette peddler / receiver depending on the translation, the cigaretter receiver jean AGE : thirty BIRTHDAY : unknown ETHNIC GROUP : white NATIONALITY : german (? subject to change) LANGUAGE / S : english, japanese, german SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : verse dependent, canonically single HOME TOWN / AREA : born in the Bādon district of the country (at the beak of the bird) CURRENT HOME : he currently still lives in Bādon in a large apartment complex (he lives on the top floor, but only because he and his sister manage the building) PROFESSION : second in command at the ACCA inspections department

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : fair skin that is scarless for the most part, no acne or notable blemishes except for some small birthmarks of no particular shape on his lower back EYES: sky blue; the perfect blue color. they are often shaped in a tired, disinterested look of a poker face, but when smiling the softness is shown through them the most. more emotion can be seen through jean’s eyes than any other feature on him FACE : his face is rather long for the most part, not a baby face in any form, but it doesnt look scrawny or make him look sickly either. he has a longer nose as well that is more lengthy on the bridge than the point itself LIPS : arent particularly special. theyre not too thick, not too thin, and they are often in a straight line / resting. they dont get chapped often because he drinks enough to keep them hydrated and they are not bitten or chewed at in any form. when smiling, small dimples (barely noticiable) come on his cheeks COMPLEXION : isnt anything particularly special. its not like he keeps his skin flawless (he has no particular interest in that), but jean is one of the lucky ones who is blessed to not have much acne. he cleans his face in the shower / when its dirty, but with that taken out of the picture, jean doesnt participate in washing it to the excess. its just naturally free of acne and other blemishes. he doesnt get red faced either, nor does he (or would he) wear makeup to cover it up BLEMISHES : besides the small birthmarks on his lower back, he doesn’t have any SCARS : none TATTOOS : none HEIGHT : 177.5cm / 5′10″ WEIGHT : 72.57kg / 160lbs BUILD : has muscle, but nothing extraordinary. his strongest muscle point is in his wide / broad shoulders, but the rest of body just has lean muscle. he appears rather thin, so you wouldnt be able to tell he had much muscle unless stripping him down / seeing him shirtless / etc. he has a flat stomach, but there isnt much developed muscle through his stomach. the abs are there, but nothing noticable, really FEATURES : nothing particularly notable ALLERGIES : bee stings. there arent many bees in Bādon, but when jean travels to other districts he often has to bring medicine with him just in case he does get stung USUAL HAIR STYLE : golden hair with an undercut underneath a near-bowl hair style USUAL FACE LOOK : he typically is expressed with a poker face. jean doesnt smile often, or really show many other expressions for that matter, but all of his expressions are vibrant (but short lasting). his smile comes out a lot when hes drunk USUAL CLOTHING : typically hes seen wearing his ACCA uniform, with or without the jacket

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : losing the people hes close to (i.e lotta and niino for the most part) ASPIRATION / S : completing his work every day, leaving ACCA somewhere down the line, finding niino (post ep8) POSITIVE TRAITS : adaptable, calm, candid, capable, compassion, determined, easygoing, empathetic, faithful, friendly (though it sometimes seems otherwise), honest, open-minded, punctual, etc NEGATIVE TRAITS : absent-minded, bored (sometimes), distracted, dull (before getting to know him), oblivious, etc MBTI : DEFENDER (ISFJ-A) ZODIAC : virgo (subject to change) TEMPEREMENT : phlegmatic SOUL TYPE / S : the helper ANIMALS : mouse VICE HABIT / S : SMOKING FAITH : christian (however, he is not very spiritual. religion does not matter much in his life, he just has his basic beliefs in the entity itself) GHOSTS ? : yes, but not a strong belief AFTERLIFE ? : yes REINCARNATION ? : probably not ALIENS ? : yeah he would POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : ACCA EDUCATION LEVEL : high school graduate

FAMILY.

FATHER : a poor man prior to managing an apartment complex (the one that was passed to jean and lotta after his death) that does not have much known about him. jean doesnt talk about him much because of his higher fondness towards his mother, but his father was not a particularly bad man. currently deceased from a train wreck MOTHER : a woman who was formerly the second princess of Dowa, but was removed from the royal roster for the sake of the country. she kept this to herself, even her husband and children when she met them / they were born, because she had faked her death to become a commoner on the streets. currently deceased from a train wreck SIBLINGS : lotta otus, approximately eighteen to twenty years old, is the younger sibling of jean. she has a striking resemblance to her mother, as jean notes, and currently lives with him in their shared apartment on the top floor. has a love for bread, pasteries, and just food in general really. she and jean are quite close to one another EXTENDED FAMILY : king falke II (jean’s grandfather, the current king in power), prince schwan (cousin), other royal family members NAME MEANING / S : jean’s first name in hebrew quite literally means “gift from God” while otus means “keen of hearing” in Greek HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : historically speaking, jean is of a royal family bloodline. he does not know this for most of his life, nor does he care about it once he finds out that he is apart of it. he would have been the next king in line instead of schwan if not for his mother being removed off of the roster, but his bloodline is still all the more royal

FAVORITES.

BOOK : he hasnt read a book unrelated to work in some time, so he doesnt really have one MOVIE : see above 5 SONGS : jean listens to a lot of untitled instrumentals, mostly because it appeals to him. he will listen to other things on and off, but his favorite thing is typing in something along the lines of “relaxing music” in the search bar and clicking one of the 8 hour videos and just letting it play. he doesnt need to know the tracks, theyre good enough for him like this DEITY : speaking as hes christian, god / jesus obv HOLIDAY : christmas MONTH : he doesnt have one SEASON : spring. jean likes things to be mild and, despite how flimsy spring can be, he doesnt mind it too much. he likes when its not too hot, not too cold, but doesnt like it to be as chilled and rainy as it can be in fall. spring brings about rain as well, but not nearly as often as fall does, so this is a higher preference for him PLACE : at the bar / anywhere with niino, at home / anywhere with lotta, a bakery, the roof of the apartment complex WEATHER : he likes sun, but he doesnt like when its too hot. it has to be like, mild, because if its too hot then its uncomfortable for him. he likes when its breezy as well but, like previously said, not too much. just enough so that it isnt chilly SOUND : niino / lotta’s laugh, a gentle breeze blowing, rain SCENT / S : strawberry, cigarette smoke, baking bread, faint cologne scents (i e: a specific brand that niino wears), warm food cooking TASTE / S : strawberries, tobacco, bread (specifically tough bread) FEEL / S : the cigarette between his fingers, people he trusts rubbing his back, people he trusts petting his hair, silk ANIMAL / S : cats NUMBER : he doesnt have one COLORS : blue

EXTRA.

TALENTS : figuring out when someone is lying to him (for the most part), investigating BAD AT : getting close to people, expressing his emotions in a way that isnt just deadpan / poker faced, cooking, holding his liquor, dealing with social events (he isnt anxious, he just doesnt like being at them that much) TURN ONS : body worship (receiving), care, confidence, dirty talk, minimal marks, praise, soft biting (more to be added most likely) TURN OFFS : being too rough (he likes it softer, more making love-esque), having to beg too much, too much teasing (a little is okay) (more to be added most likely) HOBBIES : drinking with niino, smoking (is this considered a hobby? idk), listening to music, going to bakeries TROPES : “Royal blood”, “Smoking is cool”, etc QUOTES : “I never noticed I had an observer you’d assigned to me. But he isn’t a straightforward guy.” (to Grossular, about Niino) || “I smell tobbaco on you.” || “I try not to think of my subordinates as exceptional. After all, doubting them is my job.” (to Eider)

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : what does ??????? this question even mean asldkfj Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : itd probably be a lot of soft music. nothing super upbeat like pop and nothing like rock either. itd be maybe soft indie music, instrumentals, stuff like that Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : you know, i honestly wasnt going to write any muse from this fandom? i figured the rp part of it would be dead after i couldnt find anyone after some time, but a few of my friends got wound up with the show after i talked about it so much and after they decided to make blogs, i made the decision to join them. even though i dont get that many interactions and this blog is still extremely new, i love being on jean. hes a really good character and im glad my friends convinced me to write him Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : honestly, it didnt come immediately. i never disliked jean, but i thought he was rather plain at first, which is to be understandable when you know how he is. i didnt think there was anything striking about him at all and i was more attracted to niino (i still am attracted to / love niino). that said, jean started to come to live more as the anime progressed and i found that hes really just a sweet bean and is VERY cute and i love him so so much. i think it was episode 3 when he was blushing / being precious and adorable while drunk that really got me getting gay for him Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : definitely the fact that he smokes. i dont hate people because they smoke, but i have an extreme aversion to smoking due to the fact that i not only have asthma and its very bad for me to be around, but because of the fact that it smells awful Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : mmm, i think we’re similar in the fact that we’re pretty introverted and / or reserved and we like being away from social events and such Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : i hope he likes me. i love him so Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : honestly ? all of the interactions on my blog so far are great. my niino spyblooded and i already have like a kajillion threads and he loves their niino so so much <3. clandestinesque and i have an interesting thread and im not quite sure where we’re going to go with it but ive enjoyed it so far !!. spiritmiinded / astrallance and i also have good interactions too. we had great ones when i was still on keith too and im super happy that im still writing with them over here :’) Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : i dont really get inspiration, im just kinda here, writing because i enjoy it lmfao Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : idk exactly but 2-3 hours probably ? longer than it took me to complete keiths i know that

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