#taking a page from niichan

[nazurabbit]

so basically im adopting the entire new unit now

[inkykeiji]

Psychology and Touya-nii...

prompt: psychology series: touya-nii warnings: stepcest words: 730

Touya’s room is so minimal, it’s a marvel you didn’t discover it earlier. 

A heavy psychology textbook, wedged snug between Nietzsche’s The Will to Power and Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground, with fraying hardcover corners and a thoroughly cracked spine. 

Your fingers twitch on his bedspread, nails scraping against navy linen, eager to pull the book from its home and creak it open. 

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. Touya-nii doesn’t like it when you snoop through his stuff, even though he keeps the most important items—things he doesn’t want you to see, things you should never be allowed to see—locked away in those thick drawers of his mahogany desk.

It doesn’t matter; Touya-nii doesn’t like you doing anything without his permission. You should know this by now.

And yet, even though the thought of disobeying, of misbehaving is enough to inspire a shock of bitter guilt to sear through your stomach, it seemingly isn’t enough to stop you from slipping off Touya’s mattress where he had deposited you and inching towards his meticulously organized bookshelf. 

Because, really, why on earth does Touya-nii have a psychology textbook? You know he’s well-versed in self-study, passionate about collecting, categorizing, and consuming information, and much too intelligent for his own good, but he never went to university, much less studied any sort of psychology, at least to your knowledge.

The curiosity is too much, burning in your blood and itching your veins, and you can’t help but tiptoe over to the menacing book, fingers delicate as they tug it free, slow and steady, careful not to disturb any of the surrounding texts. 

With your breath held stagnant in your lungs, you flip to a random page, bated air rushing from your nose with a sharp gasp, chest deflating with the force of surprise. 

The page held before you is covered in black and red pen, pieces of important information underlined, notes scrawled in Touya’s neat, slanted handwriting littering the margins, full of arrows and asterisks.

The edges of the pages skim past your fingertips as you glide through them, each one smattered with annotations and personal commentary—memos and opinions on the subject matter, questions and asides on specific theories or experiments—with extreme scrupulousness. 

Not that you’d necessarily expect anything less from your big brother. 

You’re so absorbed in your findings that you don’t even hear the bedroom door open, don’t even feel his presence behind you until his steady breaths are soaking into your neck, his airy words hot against your skin. 

“What do we have here?” he murmurs, flowing words dripping from his lips, smooth and calm and even. 

Despite his impassive tone, his question makes you flinch, your reaction inspiring a gentle huff of laughter from him, humid amusement that ghosts over the shell of your ear.

Hooking his chin over your shoulder, he stares down at the text in your hands, a gentle hum of recognition vibrating in his throat.

“Nosing through niichan’s room, were you?” he clicks his tongue with a shake of his head, tufts of ink brushing against your cheek. “Naughty girl.”

“I—I’m sorry,” you say immediately, automatically, snapping the book shut between your palms. “I was just curious. You didn’t go to school, so...”

“So why do I have this?”

You nod, twisting your head to stare at his profile, eyes wide in earnest, ready to soak up any fragments of his past he might afford you. 

His hands curl around yours, pressing them into the book. 

“Genuine interest,” he offers with a shrug of his shoulder, his answer a sort of apathetic question—take it or leave it, but it’s all he’s giving you.

“You would’ve made an exceptional psychiatrist,” you tell him honestly, though the thought sends chills of dread up your spine.

The statement pulls another genuine laugh from him, and he takes the textbook from your grasp, carefully stowing it back in its proper place.

“You think so?” he muses with mild interest, hands clamping over your shoulders and turning you to face him. 

Your head nods in ardency, unblinking eyes gazing up at him with a sort of religious devoutness, his own stare sweeping across your face, slow and methodical, the ghost of a smile tickling his lips.

“Well then, why don’t we put some of those theories to good practice, yeah?”  

[pyonpyonpyon]

@mddlbro​

Jiro had trouble remembering a time they celebrated Mother’s Day as a family before Musuu’s departure. He knew for a fact they did celebrate because they have pictures as proof in the family album. But he just couldn’t recall the memories of it, or most of his memories regarding Musuu for that matter. It was all one muddy memory to the teen. Only being able to make out bits and pieces of their time together..

He couldn’t count how many times he’d make-believe his mother walking into their home as if nothing happened; embracing her sons loving like she had before. Oddly enough that was somewhat exactly how it played out. But never mind the hows. Jiro now had his mother back in his life and would take any opportunity he had to show her that he loved her just as much now as he did before.

“H-Hey! I’m home! ..Sorry about the wait. Niichan asked me to pick up some groceries from the market and, uh.. saw these on my way back..” Jiro calls out as he closes the door behind him, switching his shoes out for his slippers at the front of the entrance. Once that’s done he’s back to picking up the groceries bags he bought with one hand and the other he has tucked behind him suspiciously. He’s embarrassed, it’s evident by the way his voice wavers. “Hi, mom. T-These are for you..” he reveals what’s behind his other hand, offering forward a bouquet of multicolored flowers and roses to his mother. “I, uh, didn’t know which flowers you like.. So I chose a mix bouquet.. I hope that’s okay. Happy Mother’s Day, mom.” He gives a small and somewhat bashful smile. It’s genuine and full of love nonetheless.

“Oh, welcome home!” Musuu smiles, looking up from her notebook. Designs upon designs lay scrawled across the pages, but she closes it and sets it aside as Jiro walks in. Between working when she didn’t have to and her beloved son, it’s obvious which option she’d pick.

Her eyes widen when she sees the flowers--not that she’s forgotten what day it is, but because she hadn’t been expecting any sort of gift after a childhood’s length of absence.

“Thank you.” She breathes out, eyes a little wet as she steps forward to accept the flowers. With the bouquet in one hand, she takes Jiro’s free hand in her other and leads him further into the apartment. “I’ll treasure them.”

She’ll need to find a vase later. But first... “How about I help you put the groceries away? And...” The family favorite, she knows, is... “... Would you mind helping me make curry for dinner?”

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ LENIENT

tw. tis incest as always i am not sorry, big bro nico, dom/sub, dubcon, breeding, rough, choking, kinda size kink-y wordcount. 4k

a/n. ♡ at first i wasn't going to write this bc i'm not sure if there's much interest for this manga bUT i needed iT I JUST NEEDED IT so please give it a chance even if you don't know this show/manga because nIICHAN NICO LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREEEeee and it probably won't be the last gangsta fic :>>

nicolas brown x fem!reader

Most parts of your personality are solidified early into your childhood, easy to get to, easy to ruin. That’s how you get manchildren, and arrogant pieces of shit, and know-it-alls. It’s how you get ruined adults.

It doesn’t take one fuckup, but a series of fucked up events to permanently mold adults into the shitty ones they are, and if nothing else, Nicolas is pretty sure he can pinpoint most of the rules that lead him to being the way he is. Truths ingrained into him from birth.

One. His purpose is to serve and protect; die for that cause when death comes for him. Two. He is, and will always be, an addict— a non negotiable truth of his existence, and well. He’s not exactly looking to change that; at least not anymore. Three. Whoever told him otherwise was a liar, and a bad one at that. There are other lessons too, less fundamental ones he learned early on. Warrick is the older brother he chose, but you’re the only family he was given.

You two have a different sort of meaning in his life.

Your sign language is too sloppy and rounded, this too is always true. He’s tried to tell you. But they remain too soft, much like you are, and at this point he can’t hold it against you anymore. He’s done plenty of that, and it never sticks. Can’t begrudgingly brush you off for being unreadable, because he knows without doubt that there’s goodness behind your actions. Of all these things, at least knowing that ‘you’re trying’ isn’t complicated.

And with that comes your talking. It seems to him like you’re always talking. He catches parts of your monologue each time you turn over your shoulder while hanging the laundry out of the chipped windows to dry. You place both hands on your hips as you tilt your head and whirl around a little too enthusiastically to face him. Brat, is the first thing he thinks, but in a soft, appreciative sort of way. His eyebrow raises a little, glancing between the magazine he has open against his propped up knees and you, until you lean in a little further and he can feel the heat climb up his neck to his ears.

He does his best to ignore you, until you’re basically halfway taking over his page with your face pulled in a half amused, half annoyed sneer. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he says, the signs long grown familiar. His mouth corners quirk up when you bristle, before smacking the back of your hand against his knee.

“Niichan~”

He can see how you drag out the word much longer than normal, how whiny you look when you tilt your head and pull up your lips into a little pout. You softly poke at his side, and it sets the hairs on his arms on end. “Slide over,” you ask. He tells you back that he doesn’t want to, and your face goes from surprised to disbelief. “You’re lying.” Then again you try, this time grabbing his sleeve as you plead. “Plea—se, Nic nii? Can I slide in?”

Really, he wants you to. You should’ve done it as soon as you came home, bless him with your closeness and your warmth before he has to head out for yet another mindless task good for nothing other than keeping the money coming in. He wants your body glued to his so he can be a big brother in peace; but any opportunity to tease you is a good one. Can’t help it— you just look so fucking cute begging him for stuff. When your thumb rubs over his wrist right under the end of his sleeve he obliges, though he makes it a bigger show than is necessary.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re the one person who already gives him all the attention he could ever ask for that makes him so bold, or the way you look up at him with those big, innocent eyes. He always wants more. The couch springs bend as the extra weight is added. It’s not big enough for two people, but you just about fit when you drape one leg over his hips to keep balance, placing your face on his chest. “You’re really clingy,” he tells you, and you look from his face to his neck in embarrassment.

Your breathing goes from short-short to long, long, long when you nuzzle into him for a few seconds, then shift your weight even more into him. He’d be lying if he said it was the most comfortable— but not in a bad way. The thoughts just get harder to ignore when your nose is buried in his chest. His hands slide down the length of your covered back, keeping you from skittering away from him again. You could fall asleep like this, he knows that.

He will have to wake you up if you do. He knows well enough you won’t wake up; and he’ll be trapped under you. So he tries to tell you this much, signing it with his hands on your back. But you don’t move, probably aren’t looking, so he taps your shoulder instead. This does stir you, though it seems to take too much effort to lift your head so he can talk to you; until he licks his lips and breathes out an impatient “Listen to me.” His voice feels extremely sore from the lack of usage, exhausting; and he’s sure his speech is about as sloppy as your signing is.

But that’s okay. Those understanding, soft eyes flick up to his, and cold crawls down his spine.

Your body wash or shampoo smells really good right about now, your hands playing gently up his sides. It’s cute and awfully distracting, you’re cute staring at him with the kind of patience he’s not really used to from you. It’s where you two differ. Nico could pretend that’s part of him, where he did a great job instilling morals and respect. But the truth is, you weren’t old enough to remember what it was like before, so you have no reason to have the same painfully trained patience he does.

And really, he’s happy about that miniscule change for the better. You’re a rambunctious brat, and you know how to play him and Warrick both. It’s how you’ve always been, and maybe it’s how you’ll always be. Best at looking a lot sweeter than your dirty mouth and brash personality. He’s the good listener, you’re the better talker— when you both want to be. Though your blond roommate would have you two both beat, he supposes.

Now he has your attention, he’s quick to explain before you get sleepier. “Warrick will be back before tonight, so you should eat with him.”

“But I wanna eat with you,” you yawn into the sentence, supplying the missing words with your soft, rounded signs for him to follow. You want to eat with him. Your chin rests back onto his chest, digging into the skin a little. He doesn’t reply back, just breathes in and out into the ever-present silence; and thinks. You want to eat with him, you want to lay with him, you want to sleep with him and help him out and cling to his side whenever you can— it’s true. Like a little puppy dog without an owner, you’re prone to just following him about because you can. It’s not really out of concern, or at least he doesn’t think it is. He takes care of himself nowadays.

But you two never grew out of the codependence you started with, clinging to his hand with those chubby, tiny fingers. You, placed on his one hip, a heavy duty weapon on the other. You always slept in the same bed out of necessity, so now that it no longer is one; you don’t have a good reason to stop. “Eat with Warrick,” he replies after a bit, “I’ll be out late.”

It’s not what you want to hear. Your eyes glide away from his to the dogtags resting between his pecs; between you and him too. And your mouth corners pull down, making you look so — fucking sad for a second, before it fades. You push yourself off of him, taking your warmth with you as you go.

He fights the very real urge to drag you back down with him for a little longer. Most of anything else, Nicolas can’t give you. Shouldn’t allow himself to long for where you’re concerned, but closeness… is the one thing he’s unable to fuck up with just actions. Your hand slips out of his when you get up from the couch, and the noiret doesn’t cling onto it enough. Regrets it, hates it. He hates the void a lot when you’re not there. But your mouth is moving again, and his eyes snap onto it like a lifeline. “Fine, I’ll make dinner. Yours will be in the fridge. ‘M gonna go take a shower.”

You run a hand along your hair to pull out your tie, before your pretty eyes flick back to meet his. “Don’t come.” It’s a warning if he’s ever seen one. But the draw is too much, and he sits up to put the magazine away. If he’s going to be leaving for the night, it won’t be like this. Not even to speak of the flares of jealousy that cross his mind at you being in Warrick’s presence, alone, at night. The guy still calls you ‘kid’, sure, but all three of you have seen that you’re no longer one.

A mean thought crosses his mind, one more selfish than concerned. He’d rather make you upset at his presence than lose you to another guy. Simple as that. And yet shame floods him from his toes to the top of his head as he watches you kick off your socks and toss your sweater aside. The line of your neck exposed to him, shorts slipping down your thighs. He sees the way you purse your lips and bite them, how one of your straps slips down your shoulder, deathly quiet in the doorway.

You’ve noticed him though, because you stop halfway to turn, arms wrapped around your chest and heat marking your neck and cheeks. You’re so fucking cute like this, he can’t help but think, filled with a messy mix of inappropriate emotions. He should get the Doc to check him out. Or Warrick, or fucking— someone. He knows full well the way he feels about you isn’t normal. “Go away, niichan,” you ask, sucking your lip between your teeth to bite at it. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here.”

However irrational it is, this ticks him off a little, brows furrowing. He steps closer, and you hide away more. “This is my bathroom.”

“Doesn’t matter, Rick nii says you’re not supposed to.” Warrick is right, a voice of reason in this dim, dark life; but the guy doesn’t understand you like he does. There’s things only you know— a one person encyclopedia about his every twitch, his every thought. So it doesn’t surprise him that you let him walk up to you anyway, not bothering to close the door as he takes your wrists and undoes them from around your body. It’s an egregious display of selfishness on his part, as your eyes flutter and your chest rises a little faster. “Nicolas… I- we’re…” You get so flustered that you start fidgeting with the tags dangling around his neck. “We can’t.”

Last time you got caught. Last time you were caught taking half of his cock down your throat when Warrick walked in, his hands in your hair and the drool and tears and the stuttered explanation wasn’t anywhere near enough to justify anything. There was a lecture that night, of sorts, about what was and wasn’t right— what wasn’t allowed to happen between a big brother and his little sister. No sucking your big brother’s dick into that gummy, little mouth. No kissing privates. Maybe you’d never been taught, maybe this was an overdue lesson you two had missed out on. It wouldn’t be the first. But even as he said it all, the blond didn’t seem to quite believe it. Not when it came to Nicolas and you.

And if even that guy could sense the difference in your relationship… we can’t isn’t the answer he can abide by. “We were meant to be with each other,” he tells you, and your eyes become glossy right away. Somehow, he always manages to get you to the point of tears. It’s not intentional. “We don’t have to do anything,” he says it more to himself than to you, convincing exactly no one, “just let me be close to you.” But you sniffle, and you give in, dropping your hands by your side as he noses at your temple and slips his thumbs under the edge of your panties to drop them down too.

Your nipples are peaked in the cold air, grabbing at his belt for some much needed support, or maybe to pull him closer. And he can’t help but smirk. “See? Little sister’s way~ clingy.” It’s effective immediately, having you glaring up at him and stepping out of reach to instead get into the shower. I was just joking, brat, he thinks, but it’s no use. You’ve already turned away. It doesn’t take too long to pull his shirt over his head and strip down naked like the day he was born to join you, trying to ignore his cock chubbing up.

The guise of innocence is stripped away with it as he slips into the stall after you, crowding close for warmth. You can’t ignore the press of his body against yours, shivering before him. So he hooks his chin over your shoulder to lean over you to talk. “You’re mine. Even if you don’t believe it. I’m yours and you are mine.” Water runs down his head, dripping from his lashes and chin, and along every curve. Hot, cold, everything in between travels his body as he presses a little closer into the embrace. “Have I been a bad brother to you?”

“No,” you instantly shake your head, eyebrows slanted in worry as you look back at him. “You’re mine too, niichan. And I… love you. But-” The shower drums on his skull with a rhythmic pattern that only makes him more anxious. For all you’ve been for him, all he’s done for you— it’s a very real possibility that he has been bad to you too often for you to forgive.

He’s been more than just selfish. He’s killed people who got too close to you, left them bleeding out in the street. Has sat you down and told you lies and half-truths, even when you found out, even after you stared up at him with tears in your eyes. Nicolas is nothing if not thorough, and he’s been with you for as long as you’ve lived.

He has also laid with you, too many times to count. Sometimes softly, letting you wrap your arms around his head to quiet the painful stabs of guilt. Kissing you under the covers, letting his hands roam over every dip, every hidden spot. Every curve. He still remembers the shivers, and the way you had looked at him so confused as he told you it would all be okay. Very far and few in between, you’d have fights under those same covers, push him away from you to cry your eyes out if he went and did something stupid again. Overdosed. Almost died.

You’ve been patient with him, and understanding. You’ve loved him down to the bone. “Warrick’s just…” you mumble, placing your hands on his neck, “Warrick says we shouldn't. It’s wrong to k-kiss and—”

“He says what he thinks he’s supposed to say,” Nic clenches his jaw, leaning in until you’re basically nose to nose. “You don’t actually believe that.” At least, he hopes you don’t. Your back arches when he leans in more, pressing your tits and cool skin against his much warmer body, letting him press a kiss on your lips. You swallow into it, let him grab your head and push you up against the wall so he can slip his tongue into your mouth. It’s not elegant, but you’re clinging harder, licking back into his mouth he greedily claims for himself. ‘It’s not wrong’ chants through his head, because if he thinks it hard enough, maybe one day he won’t feel so guilty and disgusting.

He taps your hips to let you hop up, catching you easily before going back to kissing. Your fingers thread through his wet hair, pulling hard enough to drive him crazy. Little minx. His hard cock bops between his thighs, rubbing pre cum all over your ass and cunny. An insidious curse he still can’t quite explain. He shouldn’t want you like this. Or bent over his lap, or on his tongue— he shouldn’t want you at all. “Tell me you want it, tell me how good I make you feel,” he asks you, and you throw your head back.

“Please, oniichan. My big brother’s cock feels the best. Want you to put it in and make it hurt, wan’it so bad.” Your hands are shaky behind his head as he lowers you enough for his flushed tip to kiss your sloppy, little entrance. You don’t believe it either. He smiles when you pull back for another kiss, letting you take what you need from his mouth. He lines you up, slowly lowers you onto his hard, heavy cock with a groan that escapes his throat— stretching a hole really not fit for him yet. Your tight-lipped expression, like you can’t really handle it, is too fucking cute.

He slides you down, warm, wet pocket clinging so tight to his cock where it twitches to get deeper into you, take more of that little cunny. He shivers as you mumble something against his temple, and though he can’t tell what— it’s safe to assume it’s an encouragement as he starts moving you up and down his cock in a slow, deep pace that has your thighs shaking around him. The curve of his cock hits that soft spot in your walls and has slick seeping out of you with each pump. A nipple is sucked into his mouth as he works your thighs open more, filling you up and up and up.

As your nails scratch down his back and you hold him like you’ll collapse without his help, he looks up to you again. And you smile, teary eyes and clumped lashes so pretty. “Wanna have Nic nii inside me forever. Have you fuck me full of your babies.” Fuck. You almost make him cum right there and then, his entire body clenching with the idea. As horrible as the thought is, it doesn’t leave him as soon as it comes to him. He should fuck you full of his babies, make you his permanently. You kiss him a few times as he holds you in place on his cock to rub your clit and flick your nipples.

“My baby sister’s cunt’s so tight and hot. Want to keep fucking.”

You moan, “no, s’too much,” before he can keep going, ignoring the way his eyebrows narrow.

“You can take too much.” Your little fingers are back to pulling at the shorter hair at the base of your skull as the loud paps of skin meeting skin must fill the bathroom, fill the house. And you whine and cry, as you always do— but you let your big brother take what he needs. Always. “Like niichan’s cock in you?”

“I love it- n-niisan! I love it! Don’t stop, please. Pl-please don’t stop.”

He loves you. And if it wasn’t for you, he might not ever have— you whine something into the kiss you lay on him, he can feel the vibrations of your throat through your tongue where you tangle it with his, your lips so sweet. His cock drives home each time he fills you up to the brim, balls hitting your ass and your thighs meeting his with hard pumps. The feeling is getting too much, the heavy, swirling feeling in his chest and stomach that has him feeling a bit woozy. Butterflies.

You give him fucking butterflies. What a sick joke the universe pulled on you two. He jerks back from your face to watch you pout and clack open your mouth, whining his name. One hand comes to hold your throat, and your pussy clenches hard around him. It almost keeps him there, basking in the heat of his little sister’s magical grasp, fucking open the walls of your needy cunt even harder. You’re bounced on him that way until you jut out your tongue to lick your lips and your thighs clamp around his hips tightly, hair a mess, lips glossy.

But it’s not enough. It’ll never be when you’re in his arms, an insatiable feeling at the pit of his stomach turning and twisting. He groans again, bites his cheek as he taps your cheek with a little tap to have your teary eyes focus back on him. “Tell me you love me.” You’re too slow, the red-hot sensation of his thick cock sliding into your little cunt getting way too much in the hot steam of the shower, the thoughts in his head. You’re about to cum, he can tell when you can’t even give a single smart remark back. Rendered mute for a few seconds.

His other hand leaves your ass to let you clamp around him and keep yourself up against the wall, cock forced deeper into the good spot at the far end of your cunny. One hand on your throat, the other meanly pinching your nose closed as your eyes widen a little. “Tell me you love me,” he voices it out, letting the words taste sour and foreign on his tongue. Come on, his mind rings, just a little more. Just a little more for your big brother. He wishes you knew just how much you mean. How much he gains when you’re around. But you’ll never hear it from him.

“I lo- love~ you, niichan!” you mewl through the lack of air, looking so cute and dizzy and halfway to an orgasm of your own. He’ll let you get there, promise. “I love my niichan more than anyone.” The glow spreads through his body, everything tight.

Ready to fill you up with hot ropes of cum. He lets you down to turn you around instead, your knees wobbling as you find your balance. Then he slides back inside that hot clutch as his balls pull with a long grunt, entire body tight. His hand pushes between your legs, slippery because of the water, and rubs your clit hard and fast as you hang on. Mouth dropping open and eyes rolling back as the ruthless pace of his fingers is matched with his cock and he bumps against your cervix, pressing kisses along your neck.

It’s sensory overload, his head buzzing with static as he pulls you tight and fucks into you until his hips start stuttering. You dig your nails into the skin of his thigh as you cum too, matching him as he fills you up with hot, white and pulls your body so close you two could melt into each other. Shivering and shaking as the water doesn’t feel so hot anymore. Warrick will worry about the water bill. Nicolas cannot. Not when you’re panting and leaning back into him all spent, needing him to hold you up. He’s still hard even though the cum runs down your legs when he allows you to turn, before slipping right back into your overstimulated, little body.

“Ow, ow,” you whine, but lay a few kisses onto where his heart sits anyway. “Love you.” And look up at him with big, admiring eyes. He wonders what you see. If you see a monster too.

He should clean up this mess before the blond gets home, and get going. He should do many things, and none of them sound any more appealing than the last.

Your hands are colder than him when you reach up to his neck to undo the dog tag necklace, leaning into him even further when your wobbly legs are ready to give up on you. But you still make an effort to smile as you put the thing around your own neck, wrapping your arms around his body. You fit so well. And your eyes shine with genuine love when you nudge his chin with your nose, pressing a peck to his jaw. “Don’t run away from me anymore. Monster or no monster, Nic nii. I want to hear you say you love me too.”

[morimallow]

Hello. This is the third and last part of Morisuke is a Nerd. Read the first and second part first and leave a like! Thank you all so much!

There you were, standing in front of your highschool gates again after 7 years. Spring is finally here. Cherry blossom petals are falling and dancing with the wind.

You were savoring the moment before finally stepping inside your Alma mater when the annoying voice of your niece interrupted your peace.

“Y/N-neesan! Let's go inside already. My friends are waiting,” she whined and grabbed your hand and pulled you inside the already-loud school spring festival.

She just dragged you to every stall that sells food and let you pay for it. Annoying devil. Just because she knows that you're a (dream profession) and they pay you well.

After an hour of roaming in the oval, she decided to go upstairs and check out the other booths. Your niece got dragged by her friends and told you to bring her back to the school gates once they're done.

Walking along the hallway leading to the library, thinking of nothing in particular, screams of delight and adoration filled your ears. You looked outside the window and you saw the Nekoma Volleyball Team when Kuroo was their captain but your eyes looked for him.

They were all wearing suits. But he caught your eyes once again. Wearing the perfect three-piece suit, hair slicked back, and a pair of sunglasses over his eyes that you missed so much.

He looked up in your direction and just assumed that he was looking at you. Your hands were over your mouth, struggling to keep your whimpers to your self and a few tears escaped your eyes. He took off his sunglasses and smiled widely at you. Wiping your tears with your hands, you smiled back at him as if you were saying, “I knew you could do it. I'm so fucking proud of you, Mori.”

After your sweet faraway encounter, his former team mates called his name so they could go on in the festival but before joining them, you swore you saw him wink at you and that almost made your knees give up. If you could control yourself around him using his charms back in highschool, but now your resistance was still the same but his charms blew up to a hundred.

You continued to walk towards the school library. You probably spent two hours there, reading books that you read back in highschool.

But then your feet dragged you to the shelf where you first met the love of your life. The wooden stool was still there and you used it to reach and grab the same Physics book. You stepped down and stayed standing there as you flip through the pages. Various solutions you and Mori did in pieces of papers were still stuck in the pages. Looks like no one used this but us?

The light dimmed as you felt him move towards you making you remember your first encounter. You waited for him to strike a conversation and he did in the most cheesy way, “Who would've thought I'd meet my mushroom in the library of all places?”

You smiled at the memory. You tried so hard to refrain yourself from jumping on him and instead replied, “You're a strange, happy man and you have my heart.”

He snaked his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder. Sighing contently, you relaxed in his arms and leaned your weight on him. It was the same warmth from your highschool days. The same feeling of being protected. But one thing changed. The amount of love and affection emitting from his body towards you was different. He then placed a long and loving kiss on your shoulder and whispered, “I found you.”

You smiled at his words and shook your head. You turned your head to look up at him because he grew a lot taller than you and kissed his jaw, “We found each other, Morisuke.”

You and Mori spent an hour solving problems and equations again until you both realized it was already near dark.

“Love, come. I heard awhile ago that there's gonna be a firework display in about.. ” he trailed as he looked at his watch, reading the time, “probably in a minute.”

You stood in front of the window nearest to the door and Mori placed himself behind you, giving you another back hug. Not that you're complaining. Without your knowledge, the rest of the volleyball team was behind you, phones ready. Mori, sensing that someone's watching and feeling the urge to hold you in his arms, he pulled you into a deep kiss just after the fireworks display started.

You heard some clicking of cameras followed by a series of 'fuck's, 'keep it down's, and you don't doubt one bit that you heard Kuroo saying, “Lev, are you dumb?”

But then you felt Mori smirk into the kiss. Just as he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, you asked, “You knew they were here, didn't you?”

He chuckled lightly, sending the butterflies in your stomach go into frenzy as he gave you a peck on the lips. He replied, “Or maybe I just missed you.”

“Smooth lines, Russian boy!”

“Finally grew some balls.”

“Can we go home now? It's nearly 9 o'clock.”

And a sudden thought zapped through your brain: your niece.

You looked at Mori with sadness and disappointment and said sincerely, “M-Mori, I know you're a busy man but I need to go home. I promised my niece that—”

Kuroo interrupted your sentence and asked, “Is this your niece?” and you saw that she had her legs dangling on Kuroo's shoulders.

“Y/N-neesan? Kuroo-niichan said they'd keep me safe and walk me home. I'd choose them over you everytime so go out with Yaku-nii,” the little devil of a niece you have said straight to your face.

—

Mori didn't let go of your hand even while he was driving. He'd place soft kisses whenever there's a stop sign, draw soothing circles, and throw secret glances of adoration when the road's clear.

And you just enjoyed his touch. After 7 years, he's finally back, and this time, you won't ever let him go.

After a while, Mori parked his car in an underground parking lot and rode a lift to his penthouse, all while still holding your hand.

“And welcome to my humble abode in Japan,” he said as he opened the door to his penthouse for you to come in. Humble wasn't even the right word to describe the place. It was huge enough for a family of maybe 5 or 7.. or maybe 10.

You blushed at that thought and Mori noticed this. Assuming that you're just feeling hot, he asked, “Do you maybe.. want to take a shower?”

“Oh, uhm.. ” you trailed off, thinking if a shower would do you good or just make your blush worse when you see the products he uses everyday.

Mori wasn't used to this side of you and he's kinda liking it. You're so sensitive and vulnerable when he's around when in fact back in highschool, you'd shout and scold him like how he scolds Lev.

“Mori?” you called out as you remember you didn't have any spare clothes. “Could I borrow one of your shirts?”

You heard movements from outside the bathroom of his room and heard him say, “Come out. You can wear this.”

Clutching on to your towel, you eyed the shirt laid on the bed. It was his jersey when he joined the Japan National VB Team. It covered until your mid-thigh so you didn't find the issue of not wearing shorts.

Standing up, he kissed your forehead, “I'll take a shower, too. You go rummage my kitchen for dinner.”

After whipping up something simple for dinner, you come back to his room to call him but your eyes were met with Mori's more defined back muscles with water droplets reflecting the light in the room and being absorbed by the white towel loosely hung around his hips.

He didn't notice your presence because he was too immersed texting someone on his phone. You climbed on the bed and crawled up behind him.

You slowly snaked you arms around his torso. With your fingers tracing the lines along his abs, you said with a pout, “I thought you missed me, Morisuke Yaku.”

“I do, my love. I really do. Let me just.. ” and he started typing on his phone again. You didn't want this one. He always had his eyes on you ever since highschool. And now he won't look at you even if you're clinging onto his back?

Lightly grazing your fingertips on his toned stomach, you wrapped your legs around his waist as well, as you whispered in his ear the three words you haven't exchanged in years, “I love you.”

He laughed and blushed. Putting his arm around your shoulder and giving you a peck on the lips, “I'm still very much in love with you.”

Feeling a little bolder, you shower him with kisses on his jaw, arm, neck, and the area near his ear. “A-Ah.. ”

You smirked at this new found discovery. You wondered if his ears are sensitive as well and you tested it out. Licking the outlines of his ear and nibbled the top part while sneaking whispers of ‘I love you's’ here and there. His breathing was erratic, sensitive to your tongue. His moans became harder to suppress as you make lewd wet noises with and in his ear. You kissed it tenderly, pulled away, and laughed.

His nape was warm colored with a tinge of light pink. Continuing to tease him more, your hands found and cupped his pecs, holding him in place as you breathe slowly trying to steady his breathing. “Who would've thought the great Morisuke Yaku's weakness is getting his ear lick—”

He faced you and plopped you on the bed. His towel falling down as he hovered over you. You roamed your eyes over his hot body and just as you were about to see his package, you heard his deep voice dangerously near your ear, “Eyes on me, princess. Feeling my cock molding your tight and pretty pussy into the shape of it is much better than to look, don't you agree?”

You were waiting for this day to come. For Morisuke to be your first. “Well, are you just all bark and no bite? Come at me,” you boldly said as you raise your hips to find any form of friction for your aching pussy.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he mockingly said as he lifted his lower half up away from yours. “Come at you or come inside you? Your choice, baby,” his hands started to glide up under his shirt you were wearing.

His finger purposely grazing the area near your erect nipple. Just as you were about to moan, he placed his hand on the curve of your waist, drawing circles on your stomach with his thumb. He showed you his perfect set of white then his smirk, eyes squinting with amusement, “If you won't choose, I won't even touch you all night.”

You pout at him upon hearing his words, thinking it might charm him the way he was whipped during highschool and expecting he knows your answer. His thumb moved along your lower lip and you sucked it lightly while showing him your pleading eyes. He scoffed playfully and said, “Acting cute won't make me give what you want. Use your pretty little mouth, baby doll.”

With that, you kneeled by the bed and made him sit in front of you. You grabbed the base of his erect dick, pubic hair tickling the side of your palm.

“Y/N, you don't have to—” you kissed the tip glowing in a dark shade of pink, same as your boyfriend's lips. “F-Fuck.. I'm sensitive there.” You took that as a sign to continue torturing his tip.

Your teeth grazed near the slit then you licked it, overpowering the pain by pleasure. Spitting in your hand, you used that to smoothly pump his hard cock. You looked up at him, a perfect moaning mess: his disheveled hair, sweaty torso, teeth doing a not so good job at keeping his moans at bay.

You pumped him harder, your other hand massaging his balls. “C'mon, baby. Let me hear you moan when I'm making you feel good.”

As you tried to take his whole length inside your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat, he fired a handful of your hair and pushed you down, forcing you to take it whole.

“Your mouth feels so fucking warm, so fucking good,” he moaned as you gagged, unswallowed saliva dripping from your mouth. “I'm gonna fuck your hot mouth cunt and cum.”

You bobbed your head up and down in a fast pace, loud and hot groans from Morisuke became your encouragement. You felt him tense and started to shudder in pleasure. Knowing he's close, you focused your tongue on the tip and used your hand to pump the rest of his length.

“I'm cumming.. cumming, princess!” he moaned as he grabbed your head with his two hands, steadying you to shoot his cum inside your mouth.

He leaned back, propping his elbows. Not knowing where to spit, you swallowed probably half of his load when he offered to spit it on his hands.

“That was disgusting. How can people swallow that shit?” you looked at him with disgust as he washed his hands in the sink.

He walked towards you and placed you on the bed underneath him, “Well, Ms. Genius, ejaculation is part of the males' normal discharge.”

Before you could reply, he claimed your lips. He pushed your shirt up just enough to reveal your breasts with perky nipples ready for your boyfriend to nip and suck them as you moan underneath him. His hand travelled south and spreads your wet folds with his index and ring finger, the middle one is circling around your aching hole, ready to enter.

You bucked your hips, eager and impatient for his finger to enter you. And just then, he inserted his middle finger in your hot cunt, clenching around him as he enters you.

“If you're already this tight for just one finger, I wonder how good this tight pussy will wrap around my cock.” The image passed through your mind and clenched harder as he moved his finger in and out of you.

You were moaning, pulling his soft brown hair as he fingered you to heaven. “A-Ahh, fuck! Right there, Mori.. ” He briefly hit the sensitive spot in your cunt.

You let out a whimper as he took his finger out but let out a breathy moan as he positioned himself at your aching entrance.

Cupping your cheek, he looked into your eyes and said, “This will hurt but keep your eyes on me, okay?” You nodded in response as he put the tip in.

He took your hand, intertwining with yours and propped one elbow beside your head and his other hand guiding his length into you, you moaned out his name as he stretched your virgin walls.

“M-Mori, you're too big.. ” he kissed your lips as he enters you inch by inch. He groans into the kiss when you squeeze him. “Relax, baby. You'll milk me dry even before I put my whole dick inside you.”

After tons of moans and grunts, he was finally balls deep inside you. As you get accustomed to his size, you can't help but squeeze him inside you again. “S-Stop that, I'm gonna cum,” and you continued to clench around him as if testing if what he said was true.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he buried his head in the crook of your neck as he shot his load straight to your womb. Followed by his sexy moans and the feeling of his warm seed inside you made you cream his dick good.

“Fuck, Y/N, you're too good,” he said and started to move just after you both came making you both sensitive and a moaning mess.

You wrapped your legs, heels against his firm ass as he drilled your drenching pussy. “Morisuke, Morisuke.. ” you chanted and moaned his name as you were nearing your second orgasm.

With Yaku sucking on and nibbling on the skin of your delicate neck, you convulsed beneath him as he continues to thrust in you, chasing his own release. After a few more hard pumps, he buried his seed inside you for the second time. “That was so fucking good. It makes up for the seven years we've been masturbating separately, no?” he said as he laid his head on your chest.

You ran your hand to the previously slicked back hair of his and hummed to agree.

Morisuke placed a kiss on your chest, where your heart is, and said, “Let's be together until they run out of problems in Science, my love?”

You grabbed his hand, kissed it, and placed it on your cheek, “For a lifetime, my sweet.”

Masterlist

[fourangers]

Kakashi’s exposé

Dedicated to @rivaille-plisetsky that suggested the prompt: 

Post-War shenanigans with Kakashi being the only one with knowledge of their relationship

So here it is! I hope you’ll like it. SNS, with a tiny bit one-sided Sakura --> Sasuke, and sex insinuations. Comedy and it’s a lil to the side of crack.

AO3 link

==.==.==

Somehow, some way, it just clicked. Maybe it was due to exhaustion, or Sakura's confession still fresh in his mind but Kakashi witnessed the way Sasuke was looking at his best friend/rival/nemesis, how affection warmed his black eyes mixed with longing and burning intensity and it was just…oh. Oh. OoooooOooH.

Everything made sense now. It's no wonder he was so desperate to cut off his bonds with Naruto and why it brought him so much pain to do so. 

Kakashi just stood mildly shocked as his eyes followed his previous students' behavior, from Sakura's relieved smile, Naruto's wide beam and Sasuke's gaze constantly trained towards the blond nin. 

Ah…to be young and naive.

⏤.⏤ 

Kakashi had a hard time feigning surprise when he saw both boys tucked together, blissfully sleeping on the small bed at the hospital. Sakura, on the other hand, was so happy about Sasuke's return that she didn't connect the dots yet.

The next few months was a cumbersome process of finding solid proofs about the Uchiha's massacre tying with Konoha's higher office corruption, since the elders were eager to throw Sasuke in jail while he was still recuperating from his wounds. Fortunately Naruto called Shikamaru for help as they searched in the archives with Tsunade's permission. 

Soon enough all the guilty were charged for conspiracy in ethnic cleansing and thrown behind bars. Sasuke also spent some time in jail for multiple attempts of murder against the 5 kages, but thankfully due to his contributions in ending the latest ninja war and Naruto’s constant nagging with Tsunade, he was set free.

Naruto and Kakashi both expected that Sasuke would bolt out of Konoha the second he was unchained. However, much to their puzzled astonishment, the last Uchiha had decided to settle down. He even took the chuunin exams with Naruto as some sort of proof that he desired to get back being a Konoha citizen. As if there was something(someone) that rooted him to the ground.

When Sasuke reached 18 years old, Kakashi gifted him a special Icha Icha book with prim pride.

Sasuke glanced at the title, glared his ex-teacher with his face bright red, and promptly hid when they noticed Naruto’s chakra close by. Several comrades joined in afterwards, some were part of the rookie nine, other were Sasuke’s current teammates, all gathered to celebrate his birthday.

Through the course of that night, wherever Sasuke would go, Ino and Sakura were on his toes once again, vying for his attention. It was a confusing realization for Kakashi, that even if Sakura was now an accomplished medic-nin and jounin, she would revert to her pre-teen self once Sasuke was around. Kakashi simply observed in between sips of sake while Sakura fussed over Sasuke with her doe-eyed expression, and Sasuke tolerated her presence with the smallest furrow on his handsome face. Black eyes flickered towards Naruto’s back, before he exhaled a heavy sigh, calling Sakura much to Ino’s annoyance.

On the next day, the news about Sasuke and Sakura dating was the talk of the whole town. Or rather, how Sakura was running behind her beloved wherever they go, emerald eyes glimmering like a little girl winning the affection of her idolized popular boy.

This is bizarre; Kakashi concluded watching the one-sided interactions. Those youngsters were just too much for him sometimes.

Naruto swore that he welcomed this new development with open arms, really, like…really. He’d accept no one else but Sasuke, if he was going to lose Sakura’s hand to another man. But Kakashi could notice the tightness of his grins whenever team 7 would reunite, but whether he was jealous over Sakura or Sasuke, no one would ever know.

Months have passed and Sasuke was slowly entering a dangerous territory, returning to his personal darkness that few could reach. Maybe it was due to Sakura’s impatience that their relationship got stuck since day one, or how she finally broke the illusion that her idol was just a regular man, so she was currently much more content spending her time with Ino nowadays. Maybe it was because his friendship with Naruto was becoming strained over the days. Maybe the Hyuuga’s heiress bold approach towards his best friend was grating Sasuke’s nerves.

Kakashi sighed. They were so much cuter back when they were little genins.

But Kakashi was; he hoped, wiser now. The accumulated experience he built up all over those years brought him a wider scope about how he should handle human emotions and its complexities. He wouldn't make the same mistake he had done before, unlike last time when he failed talking some sense to pre-teen Sasuke. 

He stood up, hopping on the direction towards Naruto’s house.

⏤.⏤ 

One year later… 

Konohamaru cleared his throat, knocking on the door. He heard grumbles, quiet steps and then the door was pried open with a pair of glaring eyes.

He gulped. “Good morning. Is Naruto-niichan nearby?” 

Sasuke thinned his lips, turning around. “Cooking breakfast.”

Konohamaru gave a brisk nod, striding towards the kitchen and being greeted by Naruto’s wide gin.

“Hey Konohamaru! ‘Sup?”

“Naruto-niichan! It’s your first day in the Hokage’s apprenticeship, are you excited?”

“Sure am! Man, can’t believe that Tsunade-baachan is going to pass the torch to me, I thought for sure they were going to choose Kakashi-sensei that⏤”

“Oh? Talking about me?”

Konohamaru and Naruto shrieked when they heard Kakashi’s sudden chime, Sasuke stood leaning on the wall unimpressed. 

The older man said. “Ah, here I was coming here to congratulate my former protegée, and all I hear is Naruto-kun talking behind my back. You’re hurting my fragile heart.”

“Can’t you knock on the door like a regular person? You almost gave me a heart attack dammit.” Naruto complained, rubbing his chest. 

“Another reason why I’m questioning Konoha’s decision to make you the next Hokage. I assumed the prerequisite for such an important job was to master basic moves like noticing someone’s chakra when they are close by, dumbass.” Sasuke scoffed.

“Say what, you asshole⏤”

“As much as I’d love to get down the memory lane watching you boys bicker, I’m here to give you a gift, Naruto.” Kakashi placed several books on the table. “My entire Icha Icha collection. All signed by Jiraiya-sama.”

Naruto stared wide-eyed once the information sank in, picking up one book as if it was the most precious thing in the world. He leafed through pages, smiling fondly when he read Jiraiya’s message. They let Naruto take his time browsing through the books, even Sasuke curbed his usual teasing barb too.

The Uchiha nin seemed to realize something, coughing. “Well, since Kakashi already gave you his present, I suppose I should also give you mine.”

Naruto’s eyes were narrowed and suspicious. “And what exactly you’re gonna give me, bastard?”

Sasuke smirked, throwing his arm around Naruto’s shoulder and directing to their bedroom. “You’ll enjoy it, for sure.” 

Konohamaru and Kakashi watched as Naruto was dragged by Sasuke. Konohamaru muttered. “Well, I guess I’ll wait here until they are done. I was also gonna give Naruto-niichan my gift.”

Oh. “Ooooh, there’s no need for you to wait this long Konohamaru-kun. You can give him once we’re in Konoha’s headquarters.”

“What? I can wait a little, I mean⏤”

Kakashi patted the younger nin’s shoulder as he hurried them to the exit. “I have a feeling they are going to take a while, so we better go.”

Several months had passed and Naruto was beginning to get used to the hectic schedule of being Tsunade’s apprentice. The assistants were also smoothly adapting with his working style too, most comfortable with his friendliness.

The rare exceptions were when Naruto’s best friend would go to a long term mission, and the sunny personality will cloud to a petulant pout. 

“Naruto.” Everyone jumped startled from the familiar baritone voice, swiveling their heads to see Sasuke perched on the window.

Naruto instantly brightened up, turning back to face their assistants as he declared. “Hey guys! Sasuke is here so I’m gonna go ok, ‘s gonna be really quick I swear. Be right back, be right back!” Both Naruto and Sasuke disappeared in a cloud of poof.

The assistants shrugged, some even rolled his eyes while they resumed their work. 

⏤.⏤ 

How odd it was that whenever Sasuke was around though, Naruto would always blink out of their eyes. For someone who wore neon orange outfit and had bright golden hair in midst of an ocean of dark heads, Naruto could disappear without an effort. 

Saeko rubbed her shoulders while she searched the aforementioned blond nin, seeking his signature. She’s way past her prime to be able to find a strong shinobi like Naruto-kun. 

Fortunately for her, she spotted Kakashi from afar, calling him. “Kakashi-kun!”

Kakashi acknowledged her with a nod.

“Have you seen Naruto-kun? I really need his signature to authorize a new mission.” She sighed.

Kakashi chuckled. “Well…in case you can’t see him, I guess you could look around and try to find Sasuke instead.”

“Ah right…Uchiha-kun right.” Saeko shook her head. “They are almost attached to the hip.”

“Right.” 

“Such a beautiful friendship between those two boys, right?”

Kakashi stared the old lady before settled with a hum.

“They need to settle down and find a good ladies in their lives though.” She quipped with chiding tone. “Why are they taking so long to get married, I wonder. Youngsters those days are in no hurry to build a family, they are exactly like that Yamanaka girl; living with her best friend Haruno-chan.”

Kakashi hummed absentmindedly once again.

Almost as if he was reading their minds, Sasuke exited the toilet in front of them, licking his lips as his finger wiped his mouth.

“Ah, Uchiha-kun!” Saeko tightened her steps, approaching him. “Have you seen Naruto-kun anywhere?”

Sasuke glanced at her back, then gazed Kakashi’s amused eyes, shrugging. “Behind me.”

“Behind y⏤?” Lo and behold, the future Hokage opened the door a little breathless and disheveled, hand combing through his golden hair. 

His cheeks were tinged red but he soon recomposed himself when he saw the old lady. “Oh hey, Saeko-san, Kakashi-sensei! Why are you⏤”

“Naruto-kun, you’re going to be the death of this old woman, I swear!” Saeko interrupted him, shoving the papers on his face. “I know that Uchiha-kun is your best friend but do you really need to have him next to you 24/7?”

“I’m sure that Naruto-kun would happily perform his tasks as the Hokage apprentice, normally…” Kakashi muttered. “But I guess Sasuke just missed him too much.”

Sasuke glared, rolling his eyes. “I’ll see you soon Naruto.”  

Saeko concluded that their friendship is really one of a kind, watching Uchiha-kun’s back as Naruto was signing her papers. Gossip around town said that a female shinobi might disrupt such cozy relationship, even though Sasuke kept turning down every date request. There was a bet about which man would find a girlfriend first, however, Kakashi almost zeroed his bank account with the belief that his former students wouldn’t find any girl whatsoever.

Every female shinobi dedicated their time to seduce either the last Uchiha or the future of Hokage of Konoha. This also meant that they were thinning Sasuke’s very limited patience, their constant pestering wouldn’t give them some time for themselves.

⏤.⏤ 

“Naruto-niichan! Wow, you lucky dog!” Konohamaru chirped when he spotted his friend in the corridor, punching the tanned arm playfully. “I can’t believe this⏤!”

“Believe what, Konohamaru?” Naruto questioned. 

“Haven’t you heard? Tomoko Saiyuri, the most gorgeous woman of all Konoha is actually going to ask you on a date!”

“He’s not interested.” Sasuke grunted.

“Oh, c’mon Sasuke-niichan, I know you might be sore because she chose Naruto-niichan instead of you, but there’s no way Naruto-niichan wouldn’t be interested because⏤”

“But he’s not interested, he’s not available, he won’t do anything with her.” Sasuke hissed.

“Uh, yeah…Konohamaru, why would I be interested?” Naruto squinted his eyes puzzled. “I’m honored, honestly, but where did you get the idea I would⏤”

“You know that this is your fault right.” Sasuke snapped towards Naruto. 

“What?” Naruto grumbled.

“You give too many openings, people are still thinking you’re available.”

“Uh…wait, Naruto-niichan, does that mean you’re actually seeing someone⏤?”

“Wait, don’t put the blame on me, asshole. Where in the hell did I show that I’m available?”  

“Well, you’re such an oblivious dumbass, that you wouldn’t realize yours and anyone’s feelings even if it’s right under your nose.” Sasuke muttered under his breath. “Maybe this is the reason why everyone is also blind about us.”

Naruto stared for a while with his jaw slacked, before blurting out. “We live together, I thought everyone knew.”

“Most think we’re just roommates, some still believe that you’re guarding me while I’m on house arrest.”

“What? We share a bed.”

“They think we didn’t find a good house with two bedrooms.”

Konohamaru interjected tentatively. “Um, Naruto-niichan, what exactly are you talking about⏤?”

Naruto however, couldn’t listen to him, blue eyes still trained towards Sasuke. “I don’t get it, we haven’t seen anyone else so far ever since we decided to live together, I thought⏤”

Sasuke sighed. “They think we’re just taking our time to find a girl to settle down.”

Naruto nodded numbly, scratching his head. “Oh. Is that why Momiji-san wanted to cook me some obento?”

Sasuke grunted, his glare darkening. “And you almost fell for it, hook line and sinker.”

Naruto gazed back, studying the Uchiha’s activated Sharingan. Everyone was staring with growing confusion until Naruto snorted. “Are you jealous Sasuke-chan?” He laughed.

“No, absolutely not.” Sasuke promptly defended himself, raising his chin. “I’m staking my claim, that is all, since someone else is not making any effort over this relationship.”

“Awwww⏤you’re really jealous!” Naruto grinned.

“I’m not jealous, usuratonkachi, I just feel like you should have made everything clear to everyone so I can avoid all those troublesome harpies and⏤” When Sasuke saw the determined blue eyes, he tensed but all of a sudden, Naruto grabbed him and hoisted over his shoulder.  "Naruto, what the hell are you doing, I swear I'm going to fry your sorry ass if you⏤Naruto⏤!" The door slammed shut.

Then, silence. All ninjas on the vicinity didn’t know whether they should intervene whatever skirmish because Naruto was going to be the Hokage, but still, since he’s the future Hokage, he didn’t need anyone to defend him, right?

Their thought process was interrupted when he heard a moan. But not any moan, it was specifically Sasuke’s moan. Every face was colored red. As the moans and groans were increasing in speed and volume, the shade of their blushes were darkening, and everyone froze on the spot. 

A constant thumping noise joined in, eliminating whatever doubt they might had out of the window, in concern with the activity they were doing in the Hokage’s office. The banging grew faster and louder, that at this point everyone in the building could hear it out.

A guttural scream ripped from Naruto’s voice, that made all women fan to themselves and all men shuffle uncomfortably. Another pregnant silence reigned in the building, until Naruto opened the door beaming ear to ear, holding Sasuke’s hand while the latter was scowling, limping his steps.

“So!” Naruto proclaimed cheerfully. “As you can see, Sasuke and I are unavailable for any possible dates at the present and future moment. We’re pretty busy screwing each other, after all.”

“I am screwing you next time, usuratonkachi.” Sasuke grumbled darkly.

Naruto chortled, unaffected by his threat. “He’s so sweet right. I can’t ask for any better boyfriend.”

Sasuke kicked his legs. Naruto retaliated by slapping hard his back. As their skirmish was growing more violent, everyone scurried away from the couple.

Those two are insane.

(Kakashi later appeared in Konoha’s headquarters, ready to collect his money from the bet. It’s more than enough to secure a very nice retirement. The news about Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship reached to Tsunade’s ears but she was wholly unimpressed. She did punch her protegée to seven foot below ground for soiling her office though.)

[taizi]

put your empty hands in mine

chapter four: a happy picture

natsume yuujinchou pairing: kitanishinatsu word count: 1383 summary: Kitamoto and Nishimura are soulmates, to absolutely no one’s surprise. But they��re also soulmates with a very shy boy who lives somewhere far away, who writes to them in tiny, careful letters right before bed, who apologizes when the mimicry of bruises pop up on their arms and backs because of him. And that’s a surprise to a lot of people. read on ao3

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“Um, this is where I live,” Takashi says, pushing open the front door and standing back to let them all file in. “No one else is here today.”

Satoru looks at Atsushi’s mom, who looks really angry for a moment. But she doesn’t look angry at Takashi or Atsushi or Satoru himself, so Satoru doesn’t really care who her temper is for. Whoever it is, they probably deserve it.

Toeing out of his sneakers in the genkan, Satoru looks around curiously. It’s a really normal-looking place, smaller than the Kitamoto’s house but more tidy, probably because these people don’t have an energetic one-year-old to deal with.

At Satoru’s house, there’s evidence of him and Kiyoshi in their best graded papers hanging on the fridge, and photos of their gap-toothed smiles on the walls, and the games and toys that don’t quite make it back to their bedroom when it’s time to clean up at the end of the day.

There’s no evidence of Takashi here, in the framed certificates and expensive-looking decorations. Even the potted plant in the hallway looks like it would cost money to touch. Satoru has his hands buried deep in his pockets, like when he visits his grandma’s house, just in case.

“Well, I need to make a phone call,” obasan says brightly, pushing that angry look off her face so that her smile for Takashi is a nice one. “Why don’t you show the boys your room, Takashi? I’ll be there in a little bit.”

Takashi is nervous, which is silly, and makes Satoru feel silly for being nervous on the train here. He takes one of Takashi’s hands, and Atsushi takes the other, and that makes the stairs a little tricky to navigate but it also makes Takashi giggle a little every time they trip.

“I sleep in here,” Takashi says, guiding them through an open door at the end of the hall. “It’s actually their daughter’s room, but she goes to a private school in another town now.”

It’s a nice-sized room, with a desk and a dresser and an empty place for a futon in the corner. It’s as pleasant and impersonal as the hotel room Satoru remembers staying in once. If someone asked him to guess who lived here, Satoru would never in his life guess it was another eight-year-old boy.

“Where’s your stuff?” Atsushi says, sounding as puzzled as Satoru feels.

Takashi brightens a little more. “You want to see?”

Satoru doesn’t know what to say when Takashi’s stuff turns out to be all packed away in the cardboard box he pulls out of the closet. There are books and toys inside, all worn and weathered and clearly loved, and Satoru scoots closer eagerly to pick up a stuffed lion that falls out when Takashi lifts out a book.

There’s only velvet softness where a fluffy mane probably used to be, and its dull yellow color is faded from something brighter. It must be a favorite, but then why is it living in a box?

“That’s Roar,” Takashi mumbles, when Satoru holds it out to him. His face is a little pink, but he still tucks the lion back in the box with unending care. “I’ve had him forever.”

“Acchan has a stuffed sheep that’s missing an eye from when I dropped it out the car window when we were five,” Satoru says, waving the other boy’s embarrassment away. “Her name is Bell and he likes her more than me sometimes.”

“All the time,” Atsushi grumbles, shoving him without much force.

Takashi giggles again, and turns his attention to the book. It’s too big for him to hold up comfortably, so he lets it fall open in his lap, glossy pages parting around an old photograph bookmarked somewhere near the middle. Satoru leans in to see better.

There are two people in the photograph, both of them smiling like their faces were built for it and standing close to each other. Takashi looks like them, Satoru thinks. And then he realizes who he’s looking at.

“Your parents?” he asks. Takashi nods.

“I didn’t know my mom, but papa was really nice! I think he would have liked you.”

“Are they gone?” Atsushi asks next. “Is that why you’re living here?”

“Mm.” Takashi takes the photo back, and the smile he’s wearing is a little wobbly now. “I tried to go home once, but I couldn’t make it. And even if I did, papa wouldn’t be there anymore. The picture-- it’s my favorite thing, but it makes me sad. So I put it away.”

Satoru scoots over until their shoulders bump, and lays his head on Takashi’s shoulder. It’s how he sits with Atsushi when Atsushi is sad. He says, “My dad is gone, too. Him and mom got divorced when I was really little, and that’s why we moved to Hitoyoshi, where we live now. I met Acchan in kindergarten, and I was never lonely, but I think mom and niichan were. They put away all of dad’s stuff. Even stuff they really liked. I think it makes sense that the picture makes you sad, because you loved your papa a lot, and it’s reminding you he’s not here anymore.”

Takashi’s hand tightens around the photo. He says, “But I want to remember him without being sad.”

Satoru wants that, too. He presses his lips together against the sympathetic tears in his eyes and darts a look at Atsushi. Atsushi looks helplessly out of his depth, because he’s never lost anyone he shouldn’t have; his parents are where they’re supposed to be and his house is happy and warm. But he’s still Atsushi, and he still has a solution.

“Mom has a camera,” he says, standing up. He reaches down to offer both his hands. “She brings it with her any time we go somewhere special. Let’s take another picture for you to keep with this one.”

“A happy picture!” Satoru exclaims, latching onto the idea as he grabs Atsushi’s hand. “For you to look at when you start to get sad!”

Takashi takes Atsushi’s hand, too, and lets the taller boy haul him to his feet. He looks down at the photo, creased and weathered from a hundred other moments just like this one. When he looks up again, he looks the way he did when Satoru first saw him, sweet and hopeful and full of sunlight.

“Do you think it would work?” he asks.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Atsushi says in his most determined voice, and leads the charge back downstairs.

Atsushi’s mom has a complicated look on her face when they show her Takashi’s picture and detail their plan. Her eyes get wet, but she’s smiling again before Satoru has a chance to feel alarmed by that. She reaches into her purse for the shiny camera Atsushi is very rarely allowed to play with and hands it right over.

They take what feels like a million pictures for the rest of the day. Some of them are clumsy and sideways and motion-blurred, but those are the best ones. Atsushi reaching for the camera with an annoyed expression, Satoru making a silly face, Takashi caught in a surprised laugh.

Satoru’s favorite is the one he cajoles Atsushi’s mom to take for them, of the three of them clustered together, cheek-to-cheek and beaming.

That one’s Takashi’s favorite, too. Atsushi’s mom takes them out to dinner, and then to a store where a smiling clerk asks them which pictures they’d like printed out, and Takashi picks it out right away.

And when the book goes back into the box, and the box gets packed away in the closet, and the whole bedroom goes back to looking like Takashi doesn’t live there at all, Atsushi’s mom helps him put the double picture frame on the desk. It opens and closes like a book, and sits upright on its own without a stand.

On one side is the photo of Takashi’s parents. On the other, bright and brand new, is the picture they took today; the one of three faces grinning so wide that it makes Satoru grin just looking at it.

When he sneaks a peek at Takashi, Satoru is relieved to see him smiling, too.

[teatime-scans]

Zero’s Tea Time Chapter 22 Text Translations

Sadly even though Haro appears on the cover, he does not appear in the res of the chapter. But enjoy!

Translator: Neontomcat

Page 1 Top Text: Time 22 The young man from Poirot Arai Takahiro | Supervision: Gosho Aoyama

Side Text: Walks with his beloved dog, Haro, are precious moments of rest…

Bottom Text: Second volume on sale with great reviews! Official twitter @zero_teafile

Page 2 Side-Text: A boy delighted by the praiseworthy menu and his mother -

Panel 2 Azusa: Here is the cream soda and Napolitan pasta!

Panel 3 Kid: Thank you, Azusa-neechan! Azusa: Bon appétit!

Panel 4 SFX: *munch*

Panel 5 Mother: Today’s food was delicious as always, Azusa-chan! Azusa: Thank you as always!

Panel 6 Mother: Well then, let’s get some cat food for Akira* on our way home! SFX: *clang*

Side text marked by ※: Pet cat of this household [refer to Detective Conan 6th volume]

Page 3 Panel 1 SFX: *tap tap*

Panel 2 Hiroki: Hey, hey, Azusa-neechan! Azusa: Hm?

Panel 3 SFX: *whisper* Hiroki: I promised my friends that next time we’ll go somewhere far on our bicycles…But actually, I…

Panel 4 SFX: *nod nod* Azusa: Huh?! With me?!  I wonder if I can do it…

Panel 5 Azusa: Ah, do you have a moment!?

Panel 6 Azusa: Amuro-san!

Page 4 Panel 1 Amuro: This park is ideal for learning how to ride a bike!

Panel 2 Hiroki: Why is the Poirot guy… I wanted Azusa-neechan to teach me… SFX: *sulk* Azusa: Instead of me teaching you, isn’t this better handled between men?

Panel 3 SFX: *clatter* SFX: *wobble* Amuro: Try pedaling! Hiroki: As if a guy as cool as him could understand what I feel…

Panel 4 SFX: *stagger* Hiroki: Ah!!

Panel 5 SFX: *crash*

Panel 6 Hiroki: Ow-ow-ow… Hiroki: He’ll definitely make fun of me…

Page 5 Side Text: PSB, B.O., Detective… This is the story of the daily life of a man living with three different faces who recently caught a stalker.

Panel 1 Amuro: Are you alright?

Panel 2 Hiroki: Huh? He’s not laughing… Amuro: Now, let’s try that again!

Panel 4 Amuro: You’ve been working hard! SFX: *pant* Amuro: Wanna do this again tomorrow?

Panel 5 Hiroki: I won’t do it anymore!! SFX: *rummage* Amuro: Is that so… What a shame…

Panel 6 Amuro: Then this seal is for this one time only… Hiroki: Th…This is..!

Page 6 Side Text: Character: •Enomoto Azusa• Waitress working at Poirot Café. Somewhat of a pretty girl that attracts customers to the shop, Amuro’s senpai. 23 years old.

Panel 1 Hiroki: A Kamen Yaiba sticker! Text on sticker: Kamen Yaiba SFX: *Bam*

Panel 2 Hiroki: Do…

Panel 3 Hiroki: Do you like Kamen Yaiba, too?

Panel 4 Text: The next day

Panel 5 Hiroki: I... I just came here because I want stickers…

Panel 6 Hiroki: I-It’s not because I want to practice or anything!

Page 7 Panel 1-3 Text on stickers : Kamen Yaiba 1st generation / Saruma (obstructed) SFX: *screech* Amuro: Let’s try removing one of the training wheels… SFX: *grah*                                                                       TN: Weird cat noise Amuro: Turn the handle opposite to the direction it’s falling! Amuro: Good, you’ve improved! Amuro: Then, the same thing without training wheels…Don’t worry, you can do it!

Panel 4 SFX: *crash* Hiroki: Oof!

Panel 5 SFX: *sulk* SFX: *clatter*

Panel 6 SFX: *flow* Amuro: Are you alright?

Page 8 Panel 1 SFX: *sniff* Hiroki: I knew it, it’s impossible for me…

Panel 3 Amuro: Are you still afraid of cycling?

Panel 4 Amuro: I’ll be holding the back of the saddle, so pedal to your heart’s content!

Panel 5 Amuro: Let’s go!

Panel 6 Amuro: Ready, set… SFX: *halt*

Page 9 Panel 2 Hiroki: A…Amuro nii-chan*…th-this seems bad!!  

Panel 3 Amuro: I’m holding it!! Don’t worry!

Panel 4 Rei: Don’t…take your hand off! Promise me!!

TN: *Original addresses him as Poirot no niichan, which sounded awkward, so was changed to “Amuro nii-chan”

Page 10 Panel 1 Rei: If you let go I’ll… fall down…

Panel 2 Elena: It’s all right! I’ll deeefinitely not let go!

Panel 3 Elena: Yes, yes…

Panel 4 Elena: Just like that….

Page 11 Panel 3 Amuro: Amazing, you’re riding a bike!

Panel 4 Hiroki: It’s because you’re holding it!

Panel 5 Amuro: Who is holding what? Hiroki: Huh!?

Page 12 Panel 1 Hiroki: I did it! SFX: *cheer*

Panel 2 Kid: Wow, amazing!! Isn’t this Kamen Yaiba’s Hyper Rainbow Sticker!

Panel 3 Hiroki: Hehe, I got it from the guy from Poirot! Kid: Guy from Poirot, who’s that!? Other kid: Must be nice-!! Sticker Text: Kamen Yaiba.

Right Side Text: It’s all right now. If you take the first step, you can do anything--

Left Side Text: Continues in issue number 50

[backtodc]

Shinichi was guiding Conan through some times tables when Ran walked up from the office and announced that a new social worker was here to see him.

(Or, wow this one got long so I’m readmoring it)

“Yeah, I’m suspicious too,” Shinichi said, following Conan down the stairs while the kid schooled his expression into one of careful shyness. There’d been a few social workers when Conan first cropped up, but it was an open secret that Japan’s social work system was horrifically understaffed and overworked. The fact that nobody could get a goddamn word out of Conan on the issue of potential family and the fact that neither paperwork nor a matching missings person case existed anywhere for the kid was clearly bothering them, but the social worker who’d interviewed Conan before had decided that it was better to leave the kid in a home where he seemed comfortable, where he had a stable source of affection in Ran, and which apparently, somehow, met the financial requirements, rather than cramming him into an already-overstuffed children’s home. Ran’s success in hiding or destroying all of her father’s beer, cigarettes and racing tickets kept any major red flags from bothering the social worker, who Shinichi had overheard telling Ran that she felt it best to adopt a “wait and see” approach to finding out anything about Conan.

That suddenly there was a new social worker to spare for the case was inherently suspicious, as was the fact that she’d arrived alone instead of being introduced or at least announced by the previous case worker. The plump, kindly-faced middle-aged woman who greeted them didn’t immediately set off any warning signals, which Shinichi was paranoid enough to see as a warning signal. Asking to speak to Conan alone wasn’t necessarily an odd move for a social worker, since they usually wanted to interview children in a context where the adults around them couldn’t influence their responses, but Shinichi was already on edge enough to...

...do nothing. Whoever this woman was, whatever she was going to do, all Shinichi could do was watch and hope he could warn Conan in time for the kid to scream loud enough for Ran to hear him upstairs. 

“You can call me Fumiyo,” the woman said, smiling at Conan, who resolutely avoided eye contact or in any way acknowledging that she was speaking to him. One advantage the kid had in being six was that this was a completely legitimate way for him to avoid talking to people he didn’t want to talk to. Kids who were traumatized or afraid or just that shy could just not talk and that was just fine for most people, if exasperating. “I’m just trying to get familiar with your case, Conan. So, you came home with Ran-san after meeting her here in Beika, right?”

Conan didn’t look up or speak. 

“You met her in a house belonging to the Kudo family, I understand,” Fumiyo said, checking some paperwork. “What were you doing there, Conan?”

“Be ready to run and scream,” Shinichi advised. “Those aren’t your case notes, they look like printouts of some kind of murder mystery story. She’s just looking at them for effect.” Conan didn’t look up or speak, but continued staring at where he was dragging his fingers in random circles on his knee, briefly tracing out hai. He tensed when Fumiyo got up and knelt down next to Conan’s chair.

“You see, Conan, the same day Ran met you, the boy living in that house went missing,” she said quietly. “We think you might know a little something about that. Won’t you tell me?”

“We who?” Shinichi snapped. “Yell and run!”

Conan jumped for the coffee table, taking a deep breath to scream for Ran, but Fumiyo moved astonishingly quickly for such a rotund woman, yanking him back and putting a hand over his mouth.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” she said quickly, her voice suddenly sounding different. “Please, I just want to know if you saw--”

Conan responded to the sudden grab with a kick to the stomach that seemed oddly ineffective, then using his still-free hands to claw not at Fumiyo’s hands but at her face, going for the eyes to try and prompt Fumiyo to drop him to protect herself. He froze when a strip of her plump cheek peeled bloodlessly away from her face, revealing a completely different cheek underneath. 

“Oh!” Fumiyo gasped, slapping a hand up to her cheek. Conan was free, but he didn’t run or scream, just staring at the woman with pale terror.

“Please,” the boy whispered, “don’t kill Ran-neechan or Ojisan. I-I didn’t tell them anything...”

“What? No, no, I’m not here to kill anybody!” Fumiyo said frantically. This time, Shinichi recognized her voice--and the writing style of the murder mystery prose she’d been using as fake paperwork. And who would bring random printouts of her husband’s novels to use as fake paperwork for effect.

“She’s not,” Shinichi said, keeping close behind her so Conan would keep looking in the right direction. “She’s my mother.”

“You’re... Shinichi-niichan’s mother...?” Conan said, staring in confusion at “Fumiyo”. 

“Yes, I am,” she said, pulling aside the remains of the mask, though she left the black wig in place. “You’ve met Shinichi? I need to know, Conan. He’s still missing, and even Yuusaku can’t find him. When did you meet Shinichi? Did you meet him the day you met Ran-chan?”

He was missing.

Shinichi hadn’t left a corpse. He’d left clothes, stained with blood and grease from when his goddamn body evaporated while he was still living in it, clothes that had been blown away by the winds preceding that evening’s rainstorm that had probably served to destroy any remaining DNA evidence. His jacket, due to the weight of his wallet, had been found, but not most of the rest. Kudo Shinichi had lost his jacket, and then, when Kudo Shinichi failed to answer any calls for the rest of the day, didn’t show up to school the next day, and somebody noticed some dark spots on the jacket’s collar, Kudo Shinichi was missing. 

He’d known that much. He’d seen Ran giving statements to Megure-keibu. Somehow, he’d never even considered that his parents would know. Obviously, Megure-keibu or somebody would have to call them to see if they’d heard from Shinichi, but it was so rare that they were around anyway that he hadn’t given them a second thought. 

And what was he supposed to tell them now, through Conan? What would they believe? 

Not this. His father could probably be led to uncovering Shinichi’s murder, but there was no way he’d listen to a ghost.

“Don’t tell her I’m here,” he said quickly. Conan was staring at Yukiko, clearly completely unable to figure out what to do. “Tell her... tell her you... god dammit.” He ran his hands through his hair. “No. You didn’t see me. You... you got into the house the way we got in. Remember? You hid in the house. It was empty. They’ll know it shouldn’t have been empty. That’s where Ran found you.”

“I didn’t see him,” Conan whispered shakily. “It was raining. I wanted to get out. I saw Agasa-Hakase blow up his wall, ‘cept I didn’t know his name. When he went inside I decided to go hide in his garden ‘cause he had all the bushes I could hide under, but then I found a tunnel, an’ it went into the garden, and the house was all empty, so, so I...”

“He wasn’t there? You didn’t see him that day?” Yukiko said, slumping. “Then Ran-chan was the last one to see him...” She smoothed Conan’s hair. “I’m sorry I scared you, Conan-kun. I just want to find my son, very much. I’m sure your mother wants to find you, too. Why were you out there all alone?” She tilted her head with a playful little smirk that always, in Shinichi’s experience, meant trouble. “What’s your real name? Come on, Edogawa Conan? Were you in the library when you made that up?”

Conan backed away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t see Shinichi-niichan. Where I was before doesn’t have anything to do with him. Please don’t ask. Please let me stay safe here.”

“Okay,” Yukiko said softly. “But if you see anything, please...” she took one of the papers out of her bag, tore off a blank strip from the top of one page and scribbled a phone number on it. “If you hear from Shinichi, please call us, okay? And if you want help with... whatever it is you’re so scared of...” She smoothed Conan’s hair again. “...Well, my husband’s got a lot of contacts in Interpol. We could help you, get you further away if you want. You just have to ask, okay?”

“Okay,” Conan said, tucking the slip into his pocket. “Sorry about your face...”

Yukiko tucked the remains of the mask and all of her fake paperwork into her bag. “I’ll just slip out now,” she said with a wink. “I asked Ran-chan and Kogoro-kun to stay upstairs until further notice, for privacy reasons. You go up and tell them to come out after I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay,” Conan said with a nod. 

Yukiko smiled. “You’re a smart boy, Conan-kun,” she said with a wink. “A lot like Shinichi was at your age. Don’t lose that phone number!” She smoothed her skirt, peered carefully out of the door to make sure that neither Ran nor Kogoro was peeping down the stairs, and left swiftly and quietly.

Conan sat down, breathing shakily. “You’re okay,” Shinichi promised him. “You did great. Slow, deep breaths.”

“She doesn’t believe in ghosts?” Conan asked, wrapping his arms around his knees and starting to breathe slowly.

“She... maybe would, but Tou-san wouldn’t buy it, and they’d just fight about it,” Shinichi said, shaking his head. “Hey, Conan? You froze up when you saw she was wearing a mask, then asked her not to kill Ran and Otchan. Who... who did you think she was?”

“I... I thought...” Conan looked up, then down and away. “But she wasn’t. So it’s fine. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

The worst thing about Conan being six was that if he didn’t want to talk, he could just clam up, and there was nothing Shinichi could do about it.

[aisulinn]

[Translation Script Only] Florist/Bookshop(Karaoso) Manga

Source : 【おそまつ】花書(カラおそ)まとめ【腐】

Artist : 48Sensei/しば [pixiv id: 324108 ] [twitter: 48sensei ] [tumblr: 48sensei]

I DID NOT HAVE THE PERMISSION TO REPRINT so this is just the translation script! THE ARTIST DOESN’T ALLOW ANY REPRINT SO PLEASE NOTE THAT

Please read it side by side with the manga on the link~!

48sensei made a compilation of the florist/bookshop karaoso that they posted on twitter! It’s really cute so I just wanted to share it with you guys!

It’s 42 pages long so.... MORE UNDER THE CUT!

Notes:

Italic = inner thought (thought bubble or thing that’s not in speech bubble)

Bold = the writing that’s bold in manga

one paragraph = one panel

*__* = sfx

Divider = different section/scene according to the twitter post (note that 48sensei posted the pages separately on twitter)

ENJOY!!

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PAGE 1

Radio : Good Morning! The first rank of today’s fortune telling is for you Geminis!

Kara : *yawn*

 Screen : First place = Gemini

             Second place = Sagitarius

             Third place = Aquarius

 Radio : Your lucky item iiis…. RED GERBERA!

 Kara : Heheheheh~ ♪

 Kara : Good morning my flowers. As always, today too you’re beautiful it’s blinding

  PAGE 2

Kara : heh

 Kara : Hello, my lucky baby. You will surely bring me wonderful fortunes today

 Oso : Good morniiing~

 Oso : is it open yet?

Kara : welcome!

 Oso : excuse me, is it okay if I just buy a single flower?

Kara : of course!

  PAGE 3

Oso : okay, good!

 Oso : I want the red…

Kara : Red gerbera…

 Oso : what?

 Kara : A red gerbera...

  PAGE 4

Oso : Wow! How do you know which flower I want? Are you an esper?

Kara : HUH?! Uh…

 Kara: Pardon me, the red gerbera… It’s this flower over here right?

Oso : yup! Sorry to buy just one. I happened to see my fortune today and my lucky item is red gerbera~

 Oso : Now to think about it, this flower was also in the book I read yesterday… so yeah

 Kara : Sir, are you perhaps a Gemini? Because I am one too

 Oso : You too? I saw this morning’s fortune! Haha, somehow I feel like I can relate to you more now

PAGE 5

Kara : thank you for the wait

 Oso : thank you

 Kara : *doki*

 Oso: I recently start working on Akatsuka Bookshop. If you like books, please come and stop by! See you!

 Kara: Ah, thank you very much!

 Kara: Thank you, baby. You’re really giving me wonderful fortune

  PAGE 6

Kara : COME ON NOW! TURN! MY GEAR OF LOVE!

 Naration: As he gets closer to Karamatsu, Matsuno Osomatsu starts doing stuff like “Flower Arrangement Fair” or “Gardening Fair” frequently

Co-wrkr1 : Matsuno san, we’re doing that kind of fair agaain~?

Co-wrkr2: Do you like flower that much?

Oso : It’s not that! I told you horticulture system is really popular right now!

Co-wrkr: really, now~?

Oso : REALLY!

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PAGE 7

Oso : Minette sensei~ I did it!!

Ichi : Niisan! FOR REAL?!

 Ichi : then, then?! How far did you go?!

Oso : Karamatsu kun has the same zodiac as me! ❤

Ichi : then?!

 Oso : isn’t that wonderful?! The chance of that is only 1/12!! I wonder if our birthday is close~

 Ichi : eh?

 Ichi : by “did it” you mean, that? That’s all?

Oso : what do you mean “that’s all”? Well, that IS all

  PAGE 8

Ichi : huh??? What the hell! I THOUGHT YOU DID MORE YOU IDIOT! Your hands touched and your hearts went doki ☆ for instance! Or maybe he said something like, “compared to this flower, Matsuno san is more beautiful”. OR MAYBE YOU KNOW? END IT WITH A BANG AND MAKE A DATE PLAN OR SOMETHING? NO?!

Oso : You have a wild imagination, huh

 Ichi : No those ideas are overused and heck they’re actually really lame?? That is why I already expected those from you, niisan…

Oso : I mean you know, today is the first  time I talked to him! Knowing his zodiac is already a great achievement, right?

Ichi : WHAT?

 Ichi : seriously??? I mean, every day, the only thing talk about is this “karamatsu kun”…. That’s why I thought…

Ichi : What?

 Ichi : YOU WERE NOT EVEN ACQUAINTANCE YET?? YOU ONLY SEE HIM FROM AFAR? UNTIL NOW??

Oso : He doesn’t even know my name yet…  I’m sorry

  PAGE 9

Ichi : *slump*

 Ichi : hah~~~ I’m really disappointed in you, niisan… Ah~~ The deadline for the storyboard of my next series is in two weeks… Ah~~ It’s impossible… I’m dead… Let’s just die….

Oso : Come on~ I even gathered up enough courage to talk about the lucky flower with him! For you!

 Oso : niichan did his best you know? Don’t you wanna praise me?

 Ichi : …….

 Ichi : did you at least properly show him your appeal?

Oso : I said “I’m working on Akatsuka Book shop! Come by if you love books!” ❤

Ichi : Does he... look like the type that loves book? That Karamatsu kun?

Oso : ………………^^

  PAGE 10

Ichi : you fucked up didn’t you

Oso : I DIDN’T!! I'M JUST GETTING STARTED

 Oso : well, that is why…

 Oso : You’re doing book signing event at my bookshop~

Ichi : HAAAAAH??? I DIDN’T HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT THIS?!

Oso : So that I can ask for the decoration flower at Karapippi’s, don’t back out on this

 Ichi : YOU’RE USING YOUR LITTLE BROTHER FOR THIS?! I REFUSE!!

Oso : LOOK WHO’S TALKING?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S USING YOUR ANIKI’S LOVE LIFE FOR MANGA REFERENCE!!

Naration : ★Without noticing each other’s feelings, the gear is turning!

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PAGE 11

Co-wrkr2 : Matsuno saaan~

Oso : here~

Co-wrkr2 : Have you ordered flowers for this week’s Minette sensei’s signing event yet?

 Oso : uh.. no, not yet….

Co-wrkr2 : From Flower Akatsuka right? Should I go?

 Oso : DO--

 Oso : DON’T!! DEFINITELY DON’T DO IT!! I’LL DO IT SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO!

Co-wrkr2 : I-- I see..? But you already said that two days ago…

 Co-wrkr2 : if you’re slacking off again the boss will be mad

Oso : I’m not slacking off!!

 Oso : it’s just… I need more preparation for my heart when it comes to flowers….

 Co-wrkr2 : what?

Oso : NOTHING!! I’M GOING NOW! *dash*

  PAGE 12

Oso : Good evening~

Kara : Welc--

 Kara : --come

 Kara : ah, the red gerbera guy!

Oso : what?

 Oso : red gerbera guy….?

 Kara : pardon me… you’re the one who bought red gerbera recently, right? So I just…

Oso : Oh!

 PAGE 13

Oso : Ahaha you remember! Thank you~ HE ACTUALLY REMEMBERS?! SERIOUSLLLY???!!!!

 Oso: but red gerbera guy is like… haha that purple rose guy

Kara : purple rose?

Oso : you know? Glass Mask?

 Kara : I’m sorry, I don’t really read a lot of books

Oso : Ah I knew it. It’s an old manga anyway~

 Oso : oh, I’m not here to chat

Kara : Then what can I help you with today?

 Oso : erm… This week, our shop will be having a signing event of a manga author, that’s why we need some flowers

Kara : Do you have any certain color you’re hoping for?

Oso : The author personal color is purple so I thought maybe purple shades flower is good

Kara : purple…

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Kara : we have purple roses!

Oso : eh, for real?

Kara : yes

 Kara : look! Look how pretty this girl is! *smile*

 Oso : *kyun*

 Kara : Purple rose has “Pride” or “Elegance” or “Honor”, for its meaning…

 Kara : that author surely is a lovely person that is no less than these roses~

Oso : well, sure…

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Kara : to be chosen for that person’s gift…

 Kara : this girl must be very happy

 Oso : heh

 Oso : all right, I’ll take that one

 Kara : Thank you very much!

 Oso : I love this side of him~

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Oso : okay then, Friday at 10

Kara : okay, noted!

Oso : I’ll look forward to it!

 Oso : somehow it feels like a date. Yay~

Naration : it’s actually just delivery time

Kara : u-- um…

Oso : hm?

 Kara :  uh… last time… you told me to stop by your place… right?

 Oso : ...to my shop?

Kara : yes. Then, uh… the next day I decided to stop by

 Oso : EH!!!??

Oso : seriously~~!!??! The next day!! I!!  I was working at the back for a whole day, packing and wrapping returned goods~~~?!?! Haaaaaah~~~!!! What a waste!!

Kara : but you were not there

 Kara : that was too bad…

Oso : I-- I’M SORRY! That day was exactly the day I’m working on the back, so I already said that I won’t come...

Kara : so, Matsuno san

 Oso : eh? Why do you know my name…

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Oso : oh, my nametag… Ah, it’s written my full name here, how embarrassing

 Oso : it’s because in this part of town there’s a lot of Matsunos…

 Kara : here, as a gift for coming here today. Please accept this

 Oso : eh, are you sure?

Kara : of course! It’s my sincere feelings.  I will continue on my service

Oso : Thank you… I’m really happy

PAGE 18

Oso : MINETTE SENSEI!!!!!!

Ichi : THE FUCK YOU WANT?! THE PRESSURE OF THE SIGNING EVENT YOU SET UP FOR ME IS ENOUGH TO SEND ME TO HELL

 Oso : I got a rose

Ichi : what?

 Oso : ka-- ka-- Karamatsu kun gave me this…

 Ichi : …………serious?

Oso : SERIOUS!!!

 Ichi : wait!! OSOMATSU NIISAN CALM DOWN!

Oso : *boeh*

Ichi : CALM DOWN AND HEAR ME OUT!!

 Ichi : you know, I’m a shoujo manga author that’s why I’m pretty familiar with flower language

Oso : o-- okay

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Ichi : do you know the meaning of a single rose?

 Oso : I don’t

 Ichi : do you wanna know?

 Oso : no

 Ichi : WHAT ARE YOU BEING SCARED FOR! PAY ATTENTION!

Oso : NO!! YOU’RE MAKING THAT FACE SO IT’S GOTTA BE SOMETHING BAD RIGHT?! ICHIMATSU YOU IDIOT! YOU DARK! NOOOO~~!!!

 Ichi : love at first sight

 Oso : …..what?

 Ichi : a single rose means…

 PAGE 19

Ichi : “love at first sight”, osomatsu niisan

 Oso : *furiously blushing*

 Oso : ha, haaaaa~~~?!?! NO NO NO THAT’S GOTTA BE A LIE!!!?!?

Ichi : this is some content! Some progress? Right?!?! Yes~~!!!

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Kara : I finally gave it out~~~

 Kara : I feel so happy he actually accepted it that I could fly. But he probably doesn’t understand its meaning….? But, if he knows what should I do….? No, even if he knows it shouldn’t mattered… But I feel like it’s too soon

Kara : …but

 Kara : it has been my dream since a long time ago

 Kara : To give a flower that is attached with my feelings, to the person I love

 Kara : People who bought flowers from this shop, they all put their feelings in those flowers. When they’re happy, when they’re sad, when they want to encourage someone…

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Kara : I envied them. I thought that someday I want to feel that way about someone too.

Kara : hnggh *throb*

 Kara : daaammnn isn’t that person superrrr cute?! Red flowers really suits him~~!! Maybe I should give him carnation next?

 Kara : *ha*

 Kara : I have to stick to the flower he requested. If I beautifully arranged it, I’m sure he’ll be glad

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Oso : wow!! It’s great~ splendid! So beautiful! That’s what I call a pro~

 Kara : thank you very much! I did my best into this! So that I can make you happy, Matsuno san!

 Kara : But as I thought, the color red suits you better

Oso : eh? Me?

Kara : that’s right, Matsuno san

 Kara : Please allow me to give you another gift. For your charm overshadowed an even the most beautiful flower…

Oso : Karamatsu san…. *the sound of Osomatsu’s ribs breaking*

 Kara : hmm?? What is that breaking sound? Heh, my imagination is pretty wild, huh?

Ichi: No it’s overused and actually really lame!!!!!

 Kara : anyhow, I will do my utmost best *sneeze*

 Kara : heh, Matsuno san must be talking about me right now

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Naration : previously on this manga, he got a gift that means “love at first sight” from his crush

Ichi : There’s no way a person that works around flowers doesn’t know their meanings? He has a thing for you, I tell you!

Oso : that’s what he said but…. Isn’t it to good to be true?! Well I never thought that he hates me or anything, but to think that far….?

 Co-wrkr2 : Matsuno saaaan~!

Oso : YEASH!

Co-wrkr2 : The florist is here!

 Oso : o… okay~! HE’S HEREEEE

 Oso : Ah~ I can’t bear to look at his face right now… come on, pull yourself together

Poster : MINETTE SENSEI SIGNING EVENT, TODAY!

 Oso : sorry for the wait~

 Flo : hello, I’m from Flower Akatsuka

 Oso : hu-- huh?

 Flo : Let’s see… you ordered these flowers, right?

Oso : excuse me…

 PAGE 25

Flo : yes?

 Oso : the usual shopkeeper… um, that Karamatsu san…

 Flo : oh, I’m sorry! He should be the one who’s doing today’s delivery but he’s not feeling well at the moment

 Oso : eh?

 Flo : after making this flower arrangement his condition dropped, so he’s resting right now. I’m a temporary part time worker that helps him sometimes. I’m really sorry he couldn’t make it.

 Oso : oh no, that’s fine

 Flo: The truth is he wanted to come and deliver this himself. He said “because I already poured my heart into making this!”.

 Oso : I see…

 PAGE 26

Oso : it’s…

 Oso : really beautiful…

 Flo : I think he will come back to work next week, so if you want, please stop by! Thank you very much for the purchase!

 Oso : …..

 Ichi : that’s too bad

Oso : *startled*

 Ichi : I was looking forward to meet this so called “karamatsu kun”~

Oso : he’s not feeling well… I wonder if it’s a cold

 Ichi : maybe? I mean, this is season makes you prone to colds

Oso : ….

 PAGE 27

Ichi : are you worried?

Oso : that’s… well… That’s because I never saw him sick…

 Ichi : According to shoujo manga theory, in this situation you must pay him a visit and bring him stuff. This is an event that will surely shorten the gap between you two. But, you don’t even know his address right, niisan?

 Oso : ….know

Ichi : what?

 Oso : I actually know his house…Karamatsu kun’s house...

 Ichi : what….?

 Ichi : Niisan… No way… You’re a stalker? That far? That’s really creepy…

Oso : NOPE! YOU’RE WRONG!!!  NO NO THAT’S WRONG! I HAPPENED TO KNOW ACCIDENTALLY!

 PAGE 28

Oso : one day I just… Happened to see Karamatsu kun going home, then I got so overwhelmed and the next thing I know….

Ichi : that’s called a stalker

 Oso : BUT THAT’S ONLY ONE TIME! AFTER THAT I’M DOING IT MODESTLY!

Ichi : then why don’t you go?

 Oso : what?

 Ichi : why don’t you go bring him something?

Ichi’s face : “REPORT PLZ”

Oso : his face is too easy to read

 Oso : but isn’t this too meddlesome…?

Ichi : don’t worry don’t worry, just trust the theory!

Oso : But if he report me to the police I can never live it down

Ichi : report? you’re right…

 Ichi : welp, maybe you can’t but… I’LL THINK OF SOMETHING SO IT’S FINE!

Oso : What the heck have you been blabbering about?!

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*At Karamatsu kun’s house*

Oso : I DID IT SOMEHOW

 Oso : the nameplate is right. Even for me this kind of behavior is really creepy…

Oso : I mean, if I were him I’d be so annoyed if someone doing this when I’m so tired and in the middle of my sleep… Ah but, I’m already here…

 Oso : ……

 Oso : ah~~!! This is soooo unlike me!!  LET’S JUST GO WITH A BANG!

 Oso : HERE GOES NOTHING!!

*ding dong*

 *dragged feet*

 Oso : *doki doki doki*

 PAGE 30

*click*

Oso : DOKI

 Kara : yes…?

 Oso : goo-- good evening

 Oso : …..

 Kara : HUH?!

Oso : UM!! THIS IS!! I’m really sorry to come here so suddenly!

 Oso : how should I put this…. Um….  I’d rather you don’t ask me the reason why but I heard that you’re sick and sleeping in so I just came here without thinking… or something…

 Kara : ……what? A dream?

Oso : it’s not a dream…

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Kara : Oh… Even though I thought my temperature has gone back to normal, the fever comes again…? Or is it my hot heart that’s continuously thinking of him creates a convenient vivid hallucination… *doki doki*

Oso : Somehow you look fine? Thank god~

 Oso : I rarely got sick so I don’t really know what to bring. I bought you pudding and Pocari Sweat

 Oso : Please take this if you want

Kara : ah, yes. Thank you very much

 Oso : well then, I’m sorry I dragged you out even though you’re not feeling well

Kara : eh? You’re… You’re going home?

Oso : yup!

 Oso : I mean, you know… I thought I could see you today but I couldn’t…? So I thought I just wanted to see your face even just for a while

 PAGE 32

Kara: *stabbed*

 Oso : Just kidding nyahaha~ Ah, but please let me tell you this real quick, about today…

Oso : thank you for the flower

 Oso : they’re really

 Oso : beautiful….

 Oso : w-- what…?

 *door closed*

Kara : …….did you come because you’re worried?

Oso : …. Yes

 Kara : I wanted to see you too, Matsuno san

Oso : Is… is that so….?? GYAAAAAA HIS VOICE HIS VOICE HIS VOICE!!

 Oso : TOO CLOSE!! MOREOVER…

 PAGE 33

Oso : ISN’T THIS WHAT I SAW IN ICHIMATSU’S MANGA?! KABEDON!!!! OR MAYBE DOADON?! IT’S SHORTEN THE GAP BETWEEN US ALRIGHT~! IT’S WAAAAY TOO CLOSE!

 (t.n: kabe= wall, doa=door)

Kara : *huggies*

Oso : ah

 Kara : I’m sorry, I’m still kinda dizzy and woobly

Oso : SERIOUSLY?!

 Oso : then go back to bed, if you don’t sleep it won’t go away. I’m going home too anyway

 Kara : don’t wanna

Oso : what…

 Kara : come with me, Matsuno san

Oso : No, I really shouldn’t…

 Kara: didn’t you come because you’re worried about me?

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Kara : I’m really happy… Can’t you stay? Just for a while?

Oso : A-- are you kid...?

 Oso : okay I get it, but just for an hour okay?

 Kara : okay! Yaay!

 Oso : you… that’s not fair

Kara : can I eat the pudding?

Oso : sure... you can eat as many as you like…

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Oso : are you sure it’s okay to stay up?

Kara : I’m pretty sturdy and the fever has gone down anyway

 Oso : we’re sitting next to each other now… we’ve been waaay to close since then it’s driving me nuts

Kara : ah, this is really tasty!

 Oso : for real? I’m glad! I really like this so I thought I should bu…

Kara : *stare*

 Oso : ……..o...kay....

 Oso : should I eat one too…?

 Kara : Matsuno san

Oso : YESH!

 Kara : I heard from my part timer who delivered the flower, he said that the shop keeper who wear red glasses is worried about me

 Oso : o-- oh….

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Kara : But I never thought that you’d pay me a visit too

Oso : a-- about that, that’s…

 Kara : why do you care that much about me?

 Oso : !!

 Kara : ah, sorry… That’s badly put…

 Kara : When I got the work request from you, even though I know it’s for the author,

Kara : the truth is you’re the only one I was thinking about while doing the arrangement

 Kara : um… I… gave you a single rose…

 PAGE 37

Kara : and I feel somewhat satisfied with that… But it’s not good enough, I have to say it to you with my own lips…

 Kara : there’s something that’s been bugging me…

 Kara : you might have found out already because of that rose but I

 Kara : I…..!!

Oso : .....

 PAGE 38

Oso : ……..? Karamatsu ku…

Kara : *wobbly*

Oso : WHAAAT??? YOU’RE KIDDING!? WAIT…

 Oso : that was close… aren’t your fever getting worse?

 Oso : I told you it hasn’t gone away yet! Sheesh…

 Oso : I’m barging in your room then

 Oso : Haah… I’m glad we’re inside your house… I wonder if your blood pressure went up because of tension and excitement….

Oso : but you know, my heart is going all over the place too nyahaha~!

 Oso : …..

 PAGE 39

Oso : *smoking*

 Oso : that was deeeefinitely a confession!!!!!

 Oso : Now to think of it! As soon as I’m alone with him the atmosphere turn into something dangerous! The feeling of the event that’s going to come was overwhelming!!

 Oso : But I didn’t think that you’re that serious, Karamatsu kun. Do you seriously like me?!?! This is baaaaddddddd

 Oso : I’M REALLY HAPPY

 Oso : but he hasn’t confessed yet… maybe he’s not but I’d like to think that he would….

 Oso : *sigh*

 PAGE 40

Oso : Should I just wait? Or I wonder if it’s better if I’m the one who says it?

 Oso : somehow, I feel like you saw right through me

 Oso : when you gave me flower I was smiling like crazy, eventhough we don’t have any special relationship I went ahead and come to your doorstep, my heart exploded with that awkward hug, and I always turn red when the atmosphere is nice…

 Oso : what am I? A teenage girl?? Well but it’s only just now…

 Oso : but I guess it’s the best if I don’t say it? Probably you want to be the one who say it right, Karamatsu kun…

 PAGE 41

Oso : what a cute sleeping face

 Oso : *looks around*

 Oso : Get well soon *peck*

 Oso : I’ll…. I’ll go ho…. What the hell am I doing just now… seriously it’s bad…

 Oso : well then, see you later Karamatsu kun

 PAGE 42

Oso’s letter :

Thank you for today!

I put the keys in your mail…

Line : Oso05

08 XXXX XXX

See you Next week! ^_^

Osomatsu

 Kara : It’s… IT’S NOT A DREAAAAM~~~~~!!!!! I feel like I’m guilty of doing something embarrassing when my health is butchered but I got his contacts as a result!! Yaaaaay!!

Author : the continuation of this probably will be in a book! Please read it if you can! Even though it ends like this, it’s actually not done yet!

[mytsukkishine]

[HQ!kurotsuki] Tsukki and his Sasuke

My gift for @essrambles (that I kept bothering as an anon bcz I dnt wanna mess up lol) for the @kurotsukiexchange I hope you like this. I am late!! So gomen!

Soulmate AU (slut for that au) where Kei received his tattoo--- but oh no, it’s not a very good tattoo. Or the day Kei wanted to become a murderer jk.

posted this also on AO3 (mytsukkishine) but I do suggest for ya’ll to read that there *winkwonktocommentwinkwonnk*

It’s good to know what’ll be the first thing your soulmate would tell you, but for Kei—he doesn’t want to meet his, for he’s sure he’ll kill his soulmate if he did.

Because his soulmate is a fcking 'spoiler alert' of his favorite manga.

!! WARNING contains spoilers for Naruto Shippuden and Avatar the Last Airbender (if ya’ll haven’t seen it yet)-- not proceed :3

Tsukishima Kei was not a fan of tattoos, especially long ass tattoos that your supposed soulmate for life would say for the first time you meet.

Well, it’s good to know what’ll be the first thing your soulmate would tell you, but for Kei—he doesn’t want to meet his, for he’s sure he’ll kill his soulmate if he did.

Because that motherfucker spoiled him.

It all started when Kei was about to have his 16th birthday the next day. His brother, Akiteru, was giving him speeches about soulmates that he doesn’t really care about, really; he’s 15, he’s a boy, and he doesn’t give a shit about soulmates.

“Aki-ni, I get it, now will you please leave?”

“I’m just saying, if your soulmate is a boy, It’ll be fine,”

“Wait? I can have a boy as a soulmate?” When Akiteru nodded, Kei just sighed and resumed reading.

“Whatever, will you now go?”

“Okay, okay. Anyway, what do you want as a gift?” When Kei heard that, his head immediately looked up at his brother, excitement was evident on his face that it made Akiteru chuckle.

“More manga?” Kei suggested and Akiteru nodded. “Hmm, you’re quite addicted to Naruto, huh? Wasn’t that famous like years ago?”

“Yeah, and nothing’s wrong with me wanting to keep up again,”

“Want me to tell you what would happen in Naruto Shippuden?” Akiteru smirked as Kei pouted and explained to Akiteru that he was still reading the last chapters of Naruto.

“Okay, okay,” Akiteru grinned before closing the door, thinking of where to buy the said manga.

Kei was so excited about his birthday because he knew his brother would really buy him mangas.

And as time went by, it was night time when Kei was reading peacefully, enjoying the fighting scene he was reading.

He was so absorbed in reading that he didn’t notice the time, few more seconds before his birthday.

Suddenly, a faint burning sensation on his left shoulder made Kei stop for a while, his eyes staring on the wall in front of him as the burning feeling continued before it stopped.

Kei’s heart was beating fast, a little afraid to look at his newly formed tattoo, but also a little excited. The blond took a deep breath, closing his book before pulling the collar of his shirt—

“Nice serve!” One of his teammates shouted, all of their eyes on the ball as it was hit by Tanaka, “Come on push it!” When Sugawara sets off the ball, Hinata came running before hitting it with all his might. Unfortunately, Kei blocked him, the small lad cursing in the process.

“Okay, guys! Take a break,” Their coach announced, clapping on Kageyama’s back, and the boys went on with their own errands.

Yamaguchi, Kei’s best friend, went up to him, all giddy and excited. “I can’t wait for next week!���

“Yamaguchi, shut up,” Yamaguchi just grinned, handing Kei his own water bottle. “It’s my first time going to a convention, and I read some forums about it last night!”

“I don’t know if I‘d be able to go,” Kei tried his best to ignore the glare his friend was giving him, but it was too strong—like Sugawara senpai’s glare strong.

“Tsukki! We talked about this a month ago,” The tall blond didn’t reply, and instead chose to sit down and rest while they waited for their practice to start.

“I told Aki niichan about it!”  

“Ah…” In all honesty, Kei just wanted to tease his friend. His brother also bribed him about going to Tokyo. He said he should go so he could see what Tokyo can offer, and he also promised to give him some money. Kei doesn’t really have a problem with buying things, but a little income wasn’t bad.

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi took a seat beside him as Kei drank from his bottle. “It’s a gathering, there will be booths and stuff you can buy!”

“I don’t have much money,” Kei lied and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. The latter only sighed, obviously tired in convincing him, but Kei knew Yamaguchi won’t give up.

“It’s not just about buying merch, it’s about getting to know others. Especially with the same hobby,” Yamaguchi was really persistent and Kei sometimes hated him for that. Yamaguchi was like his brother, annoying but at the same time he trusts that he knows what’s good for him.

The blond released a tired sigh, stretching his arms a little. “Fine, I’ll think about it.”

“Tsukki, are you still disappointed about Naruto?”

Kei’s heart jumped a little, the memory of the said manga was still fresh in his heart, mind, and soul. He loved the Naruto series so much, but a certain someone ruined it for him.

However, he managed to catch up even though he kind of knew how things would go.

Plus, he’s sad about Naruto, Kei thought, Naruto doesn’t deserve more pain.

“Not talking about that,”

“You can still continue reading it you know,” Yamaguchi drank from his bottle and gave Kei time to think about everything—everything Naruto and soulmates.

“I heard Naruto Shippuden just finished last week,”

“I’m still reading it… Maybe whenever I have time,” Yamaguchi just nodded. Time, they have plenty, Kei just doesn’t want to admit he was spoiled from the plot.

“Not my fault your soulmate is a talker,” Kei glared at his friend but the other remained unaffected, closed his water bottle and released a contented sigh.

Yamaguchi remembered the day Kei got his tattoo. He called him and a panicked Kei answered.

“It doesn’t make sense!”

“Wha—Happy birthday?”

“Why would he die? What about Naruto? Why? Who is Pain?”

“Tsukki?”

“My fucking soulmate spoiled Naruto Shippuden for me,”

“Come on Tsukki! Next week okay?” Yamaguchi grinned at him, trying hard not to laugh. “I heard there are booths for figurines.”

Before Kei could answer, their coach blew the whistle and practice resumed.

~

Kei hated everyone. Also Yamaguchi, but he hated him less.

He hated everyone because the place was crowded, meaning skinship was present and Kei hated that. Two, he hated Yamaguchi since he suddenly disappeared, and also because Yamaguchi drew some whiskers on his cheek, claiming he looked like a low cost cosplayed Naruto.

With a sigh, Kei continued to walk through the crowd, stopping by at some booths that was interesting. For a while, he was getting tired of walking until he found a booth that was interesting enough for him to squeeze through.

There he saw a full set of Naruto Shippuden manga, all brand new than the ones he already had. There were also some figurines below. He grabbed one book and browsed the pages carefully, his hands tingling of want to buy the manga but sadly, he put the book back where it belonged. His heart was still disappointed as his hand automatically went to his shoulder where his tattoo lies.

However, something caught his attention.

With utmost care and gentleness, Kei picked up a Naruto and Jiraiya keychain, amazed by the details of the toy—from the hair, the face, and the clothing.

Then someone cleared their throat.

“Too bad Jiraiya died huh? Pain was a pain-in-the-ass”

Kei’s breath hitched. He was frozen, ears ringing, and heart beating.

All of his thoughts came jumbling up when he heard that voice—but then he frowned.

He frowned as he looked at the source of that voice—to where he was spoiled from his favorite anime.

And he can’t fucking believe it, it’s Sasuke—that mother fucker was Sasuke—and he’s with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul, only that he has black and white hair that was sticking up.

“Fuck off, Sasuke”

Both cosplayers were stunned at the sudden outburst but the said character, Sasuke, quickly recovered.

“Oh, wow, my Naruto seemed so pissed off,”

Now it was time for Kei to be shocked. He puts down the keychain down, still shooting daggers at the cosplayer before him.

“You!”

“Wait, your whiskers are a little smudged,” The Sasuke cosplayer reached up to his cheeks, brushing away on the melting whiskers. That Sasuke was grinning all the time, and Kei was sure his cheeks were flushed red.

Also his smirk pissed him off so much.

“There, looking cute.”

“I hate you, do you know that?”

“Wha—”

“You!! You freaking spoiler!” Kei pointed at him and the Sasuke cosplayer wanted to swat the hand away but he just can’t, he got a feeling that he would die on the spot if he did.

“Hey, hey now, what are you saying—” The Sasuke cosplayer sweated nervously. They were gaining a crowd, and he was sure that both of them don’t like the attention they were gaining.

“Bro, I think you should talk somewhere,” That Kaneki Kun spoke suddenly and the Sasuke cosplayer nodded.

Kei gasped as ‘Sasuke’ took hold of his shoulders and pushed him away from the crowd, leaving his Kaneki Kun friend alone. They went to a corner where they knew no one would look at them, and Kei was still struggling in his hold.

“Hey, stop, what did I do?”

“You spoiled Naruto for me! Now I can’t read it anymore because—because it’s saddening to know how things would go!” All of Kei’s frustration since childhood came pouring out. Okay he admits—he can’t get over the fact that he was spoiled.

“Huh?”

“Jiraiya! It doesn’t make sense when I had my tattoo! So many questions knowing Jiraiya would die. That’s a big fucking blow in the face,”

“Tattoo…”

“And I can’t believe you’re my soulmate,”

“Soulmate?”

Kei and the Sasuke cosplayer’s eyes widen in realization, both too consumed on what’s happening right now that they forgot about tattoos and soulmates.

They forgot that they both uttered one another’s tattoo.

Quickly, the Sasuke cosplayer pulled his costume down, showing Kei the tattoo he has on his chest, below his collarbone. The same position where Kei has his tattoo.

“Fuck off, Sasuke”

“Fuck,”

“So that’s why I had the urge to cosplay Sasuke…” The other grinned, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou,”

“I still hate you. You ruined my childhood. That part wasn’t even written yet, I don’t know who Pain was. He wasn’t introduced but no, it’s my tattoo. I was still reading the part where they saw Sasuke again!”

Kuroo was all smiles. Happy that he met his soulmate, and a little happy that he’s kind of feisty.

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo tried again, bringing his hand out. The blond huffed, completely flustered at the sudden outburst and the meeting.

“Tsukishima Kei…” He managed to murmur through his pout, arms crossed over his chest as he looked away, not meeting the cosplayer’s tantalizing sharingan eyes. Kuroo just chuckled as he took Kei’s hand, holding it with utmost care.

“Tsukishima Kei…” Kuroo repeated his name under his breath, eyes still observing every feature of his soulmate. . It was mixed emotions, he was happy, excited, and nervous—Kuroo can feel that he’s sweating and that he needed to say something to make things less awkward. “Well, at least your tattoo doesn’t have the word ‘fuck’ on it.”

It’s too good to be true, Kei was almost carried away with his smile, his charm, and how smooth Kuroo was, however, Kuroo chose to ruin it all.

“Well damn, my tattoo has a goddamn lame ass pun,”

“Wow, I hit a jackpot, Bo”

~*~

Kei hated everyone. Also, Kuroo, but he kind of feels embarrassed at how Kuroo has his arm around his shoulder.

It was kind of heavy, but it’s surprisingly warm.

After the meeting your soulmate incident, Kei wanted to get away from him but Kuroo insisted they should roam around together, after all, they were soulmates.

“I am with a friend,”

“Then let us find your friend,”

“Where’s your Kaneki Ken friend?”

“Don’t mind him, we’ll meet up at 5,” Kei was about to reply back when Kuroo suddenly stopped and ran towards a cosplayer.

“May I take a selfie with you?” Kuroo asked the ‘Zuko’ cosplayer and they nodded, Kuroo excitedly posed beside him and Kei found it all silly.

After a while, Kuroo returned to Kei’s side, all smiles. “Man, their cosplay is so awesome,”

“Hm…” Kei nodded and they continued to walk.

“Though I like Aang more I guess,” Kuroo commented.

“Well, Zuko switched side so I’m good with Zuko,”

Kuroo stopped walking and it took Kei a moment to realize Kuroo was left behind. “Kuroo-san?” He called out, he felt a little worried especially how Kuroo’s face was contorted.

He looked so shocked, and—

“Oh no, you didn’t TsukkI!”

“What?”

“You… you,” Kuroo sighed out dejectedly, almost wanting to cry and Kei has no idea why. Kei walked up to his soulmate, raising his brow at him. “What happened?”

Kuroo mumbled something under his breath, it irks Kei a little bit.

“I can’t hear you, Kuroo-san,”

“You ruined…”

“What?”

“I haven’t finished watching Avatar the Last Airbender okay!?”

Kei was stunned for a while before erupting in laughter, hands coming up to cover his mouth ad his eyes glanced teasingly at Kuroo, “R-really?” He managed to say between laughter.

And well, Kuroo doesn’t mind.

He does mind but seeing his soulmate laugh was wow!

[individuationfic]

Seeking to Seize Chapter 22

AO3

Nanako can’t stop smiling.

She’s home, finally. The nurses at the hospital were nice, but she missed home. And her daddy and Onii-chan and all of Onii-chan’s friends are here, too, and her hospital room wasn’t big enough for all of them. She feels like her family is finally coming together.

The cake the girls (and probably Kanji-niichan; she remembers the omelettes they tried making once) made is really yummy. She hasn’t had good dessert since before she was in the hospital, and it tastes so sweet she could cry. And the doll Teddie-niichan gave her feels good in her lap, even if her daddy doesn’t understand it. Her kidnapping feels like it happened a lifetime ago.

Until someone knocks on the front door.

It was the usual delivery man. Onii-chan said not to open the door for strangers, but she’s seen this delivery man a lot, so he’s not a stranger. She blows her nose, throws the tissue away, and answers the door. The delivery man’s smiling at her, but he doesn’t have a package, and then suddenly his hands are grabbing her shoulders and pulling her away from the house, and then he covers her mouth with a washcloth and she feels sleepy, really really sleepy—

Teddie-niichan’s hand on her shoulder makes Nanako realize she’s gone tense. Onii-chan and Yosuke-niichan have gotten up to answer the door, but everyone else is looking at her with worried eyes. “Sorry,” she mumbles, face heating.

“Don’t be,” Yukiko-neechan says. “It’s okay to be scared, Nanako-chan. You went through something really scary.”

Nanako takes a deep breath. “It’s just a door,” she says, trying to convince herself that’s all it is.

Onii-chan and Yosuke-niichan return, followed by a pretty blonde lady in a blue dress. Her daddy makes a weird noise in his throat. “You’re that interpreter!”

The lady smiles. “Yes. My name is Margaret. I have been helping Narukami-kun and his friends in their investigation. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Nanako twists around and sees her daddy blush. Then she looks at Onii-chan and sees the playful gleam in his eye. She takes a minute to think, then decides she wants to get to know Margaret-san better. After all, she thinks, she might be my new mommy soon.

Rise meets Kanji-kun and Naoto-san at the shrine about an hour after the party ends. She’d stayed behind to help clean up and give Kanji-kun and Naoto-san some privacy to talk first. Plus, she can’t deny how funny it was to watch Dojima-san tripping over himself in front of Margaret. I still can’t believe Yu-senpai is playing matchmaker. He doesn’t seem the type.

It may have been a mistake, Himiko says. He probably didn’t realize his uncle would be attracted to her until she came in.

Yeah, Rise admits, that makes more sense.

Kanji-kun and Naoto-san are sitting side by side on a bench near the shrine when Rise arrives. Even from this distance Rise can see how their fingers brush against each other, the blush on their cheeks, and her heart sinks. I’d better prepare for a rejection.

When he sees her, Kanji-kun stands and motions for  her to take his seat/ “Did you two have a good talk?” she asks, hoping they can’t hear the emotion trying to invade her voice.

“Y-yeah!” says Kanji-kun.

“It was… enlightening,” Naoto-san says.

“And your decision?” Rise keeps her chin raised. She’ll be damned if she isn’t graceful in this. No matter what, they’re her best friends. They deserve happiness, even if it isn’t with her.

“I’ve been doin’ a little research,” Kanji-kun says, “and I think I know a way we can all be happy. Rise, have you heard of ‘polyamory?’”

The word seems familiar. “Like polygamy? I know there’s an American TV show about a man with four wives, but I’ve never watched it.”

Naoto-san snorts. “Don’t. It’s a garbage show.”

“It’s similar,” Kanji-kun says. “Except in our case it wouldn’t be me having two partners. It’d be all of us having each other at the same time. Like, uh, a three-way relationship. That’s a good comparison, right?” This last part is aimed at Naoto-san, who nods in approval.

Rise’s chest tightens. “What are you saying?” She stands, legs shaky. “I—that’s not how relationships work!” She turns on Naoto-san. “And you’re okay with this?” She’d come here expecting a rejection, expecting her two best friends to find happiness and love in each other, but here’s Kanji-kun, proposing what sounds an awful lot like an emotional threesome.

Naoto-san opens their mouth to respond, but it’s Kanji-kun who barrel in. “Three people came to Ma’s shop a few weeks back,” he says. “Two guys and a lady. The one guy—he’s the one who gave me the idea. He said it works for them. It makes them happy. They all love each other, so they’re all together. And.” He pauses here. Licks his lips. “And I love both of you. I don’t know if I could ever be happy with just one.”

“That surprisingly selfish of you,” Rise says, a little breathless. “I didn’t know you could be so selfish.”

“And I never expected you to be so stubborn,” Kanji-kun rebuts. “Naoto sees my point. Right, Naoto?”

Much to Rise’s shock. Naoto-san nods. “I like you both,” they say, “and I’m more than happy to share you with each other.”

Rise’s knees feel weak, so she sits back down. Her hand lands atop one of Naoto-san’s.  She doesn’t pull it away. “How would this even work?” she asks after a few seconds. Kanji-kun says, “Communication. Lots of it.”

Naoto-san’s fingers twitch under hers until they’re entwined on the bench. “All three of us will have to be on the same page,” they say. “It wouldn’t be like an open relationship or anything like that. We’d all be committed to the entire thing.”

“People won’t like it,” Rise says. She squeezes Naoto-san’s fingers. Their hand is warm.

“Fuck ’em,” says Kanji-kun. “The important people won’t care.”

“What about marriage? Kids? Won’t this complicate things like that?”

Naoto-san exhales in a way that doesn’t quite hide a laugh. “Do you worry about things like that every time you contemplate a relationship? We’re high schoolers. Rise; concerns like that are a long way off yet.”

She blushes.

“The important thing right now,” Naoto-san says, “is whether or not this relationship is something you want. I know you like Kanji, but…” They sound shy now, and Rise can feel the sweat on their hand. “Do you like me?”

When Rise swallows, she knows the others can hear it. Then,very quiet, she says, “I think I do.”

Kanji-kun and Naoto-san both breathe out sighs of relief. Kanji-kun sits on the edge of the bench, barely even really touching it, and leans his weight onto Rise/ The touch fills her with warmth, just as Naoto-san’s did. “That’s a fuckin’ relief,” he says, and Rise can’t help but laugh. Then he says, “What will you tell your agency about work?”

“I won’t hide you,” Rise says. “Either of you. I’ll miss being an idol, but it’s not worth more than you guys. Besides,” she adds, “as long as I keep practicing my singing and I stay in shape, I can become an independent singer when I’m older. I’ll have more freedom that way.”

“I’d hate for us to be the reason you quit, though.”

On her other side, Naoto-san hums, contemplative. “Just leave that to me.”

It’s always weird to see Yukiko in her room, Chie thinks. The inn is more convenient most of the time, after all, but on Christmas Yukiko would be roped into helping out, so Chie offered her house for some private time.

Yukiko never seems to mind the mess, or that Chie’s room is so much smaller than her’s. She sitting at Chie’s desk, now, reading a book with so much intensity Chie’s worried she might set it on fire. None of their powers have bled over to the real world, but with how little they really know about Personae, it’s a possibility. Chie sets the two cups of tea she made for them on the edge of the desk to get Yukiko’s attention. “What’re you looking at?”

Yukiko blushes but closes the book so Chie can see the cover. It’s a university guide. “We’ll be third years soon,” she says, “and my parents have been asking about college plans, so I picked this up.”

Chie’s stomach drops. She hasn’t put much thought into the future this year, what with all the supernatural shenanigans. Her parents are gonna be on her ass. “What are you gonna study?”

“Business would be best for the inn, but I’m not really sure I want to take over. I’ve been thinking about studying medicine instead.”

Chie laughs a little. Because that makes too much sense to not be funny. “You’re smart enough for it. And your parents won’t be able to complain about their daughter becoming a doctor.”

Yukiko sends her a fond look. “Do you know what you want to do?” she asks.

Chie sits on the floor facing her. “I dunno. Maybe I’ll go to the police academy or something. God knows I’ve had enough practice this year.”

She means for that last part to be funny (how long has it been since Yukiko has actually laughed?) but Yukiko makes a contemplative humming noise instead. “That’s good,” she says. “Police academies are pretty much everywhere. It shouldn’t be hard to find a school with a medical program close to you.”

Chie startles and feels herself start to flush. “W-what?”

It’s Yukiko’s turn to blush as she realizes she spoke aloud. “Oh—uh—I mean…” She takes a deep breath,  as if to calm herself, though her cheeks remain a fiery red. “I was sort of hoping we could move in together after graduation.” Chie finds herself at a loss for works, which Yukiko must take as a rejection, because she quickly continues. “I know it’s a long way off, and we might not even still be dating then—I mean, I hope we are, I like dating you, I don’t want to stop—and I shouldn’t’ve said anything—”

Her body on autopilot, Chie surges up. Her fingers wrap around one of Yukiko’s slender wrists and Yukiko, surprised by the movement, goes silent. “I would love,” Chie says, her voice rough in her ears, “to move in with you after graduation.” And then, before she can chicken out, she presses her lips to Yukiko’s.

Itt’s clumsy, as far as first kisses probably go. Even when Yukiko starts to respond, there’s no real coordination. They just kind of mash their lips together a few times. When they break apart, Yukiko’s face is redder than it’s ever been and her lips look a little swollen and Chie thinks I did that.

Yukiko fists her free hand in the material of Chie’s shirt. “No fair,” she mumbles. At Chie’s confused look, she continues, “I was supposed to kiss you first.” Then, quieter, “It was going to be your Christmas present.”

Chie feels her heart swell. “Well. You could always kiss me again.”

Yukiko snort-laughs and Chie’s smiling so hard her cheeks hurt and then Yukiko is pulling her face back up and they’re kissing again and everything feels right.

Yosuke can’t help but smile as Nanako-chan wiggles along to the Junes commercial on the TV. He knows he needs to be getting home soon—it’s been dark for over an hour and he didn’t tell his parents he was going to be out late—but it’s hard to tear himself away. They’ve all be worrying about Nanako-chan for so long. He almost forgets he’s just a normal kid sometimes.

A plate clatters to the floor, startling him. Oh, right, he thinks when Yu’s puzzled face turns to look at him. I’m helping with the dishes. ‘Sorry, partner.’ He bends to retrieve the plate and starts at it with his drying towel.

Yu shakes some excess suds from his hands. ‘What’s on your mind?’ he signs. ‘It’s not like you to be so distracted?’

Yosuke sets the plate on the counter to buy time. ‘I’m just glad Nanako-chan is okay.’

Yu raises one eyebrow.

‘Fine. I was wondering what you were like as a kid.’ He knows he’s blushing, and he prays Yu won’t comment on it.

He doesn’t. ‘Before I got sick,’ he signs, ‘my parents say I was a lot like Nanako. Cheerful, energetic, a little shy. Apparently I used to fake being sick to get to to miss work. That’s why—’ His hands stutter and his face falls.

‘Why what?’ Yosuke refuses to let him retreat in on himself. ‘Talk to me, partner.’

Yu glances at the living room to make sure Nanako-chan isn’t paying attention before he continues. ‘That’s why my parents caught it late. They thought I was faking again.’ He doesn’t have to clarify what “it” is. Yosuke knows Yu’s deafness stems from a childhood sickness; it’s been brought up a few times. But Yu keeps going. ‘My hearing was already going when they finally took me to a hospital. And the medication—it took the rest of it away. So, really,’ he finishes, ‘it’s my own fault I’m deaf.’

Yosuke frowns. Yu looks as nonchalant as he usually does, but Yosuke can see the real emotions underneath. “Hey,” he says aloud, mindful of the volume. Then he continues signing, ‘I like you the way you are.’

Yu’s smile is painfully tender. So much so that Yosuke is actually glad when someone knocks on the front door. In the living room, Nanako-chan whimpers. Yosuke signs, ‘Someone’s at the door. Go comfort Nanako-chan; I’ll answer it.’

Yu nods and moves to calm Nanako-chan down, giving Yosuke an excuse to escape.

The person on the other side of the door is one Yosuke’s seen around but never actually met. “Ah, Yuki-senpai, right? What brings you here so late?”

The third year raises an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same. This is Narukami’s house, right? There are a lot of things two teenage boys could be doing together after dark…”

Yosuke flushes. “Point taken. Wait here, I’ll go get Yu.”

Together they manage to convince Nanako-chan to go get ready for bed, promising a story and cuddles when they’re done talking to their “friend,” and then Yuki-senpai is sitting at the kitchen table. Yosuke, absurdly, thinks he should put on some tea before he remembers this isn’t actually his house. Instead he looks to Yu so he can start translating. “Why are you here?”

Yuki-senpai’s face remains blank. “Can’t a guy come wish his schoolmate a Merry Christmas?”

Yu’s bland stare needs no translation.

“Fine.” Yuki-senpai leans across the table to he can lower his voice. “You guys did good, getting rid of the fog, but don’t get too comfortable. There’s always a bigger fish to fry. Complacency could get you killed.”

Well, thinks Yosuke, that’s cheerful.

Jiraya chooses then to speak up. He’s correct. Were the danger truly gone, I would be, too.

What?

Personae exist to counteract threats. When the threat is gone, we’re no longer needed.

Yu’s snapping breaks Yosuke out of his own head to he can translate again. “You’re a veteran Persona user, right? Have you ever seen two people wield the same Persona?”

Yuki-senpai frowns. “No,” he says. “I—have you?”

“Adachi had a version of Izanagi.” Yu’s face twists. “It felt wrong, seeing someone else use him. Even Izanagi was confused.”

“I’ll look into it,” Yuki-senpai says. “That doesn’t sound good. In the meantime, your team should continue combat practice. At least once a week, I’d say.” He stands. “I won’t keep you any longer. Merry Christmas.”

And then he’s gone, and Yosuke and Yu have a child to put to bed and many, many things to think about.

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「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ｄ Ａ Ｒ Ｋ．    ⋮  ━━     He's   still   young;   unknowing   of   what   the   Port   Mafia   was   REALLY   made   of.   To   him,   all   of   them   were   one   BIG,   HAPPY   FAMILY.   Such   naivety,   such   innocence   made   it   a   bit   difficult   for   him   to   understand   why   his   onii   -   chan   was   so   BUSY   sometimes.   All   he   knew   was   that   Mori   -   san   made   Dazai   -   niichan   do   stuff   a   lot.   What   were   the   papers   even   FOR   ?   !

                 Luckily   for   BOTH   of   them,   Dazai   -   niichan   just   had   a   way   of   pleasing   the   child;   especially   with   such   haste   and   ease   !   The   pout   fades;   turning   into   a   grin   that   practically   stretched   from   EAR   TO   EAR.   Even   his   doll's   smile   wasn't   as   bright   as   his   own   !   

                '   Yeah   !   I   want   some   candy   too,   Onee   -   chan   !   '   

                Eager   for   his   onii   -   chan   to   finish   his   work,   the   child   hops   up   onto   a   nearby   chair;   WAITING   for   the   page   to   be   completed.   But   excitement   takes   over   and   he   speaks   again   not   long   after.

                '   Do   you   think   we   can   play   games   afterwards   ?   '