#tsu <33

[madame-fear]

🥰💫 THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! 💫🥰

Tsu you are so lovely!! Thank you sm for the hugs & sending them all back to you as well !! 🤧🤧😭💗💗

[juiceofmoons]

"Love is the colour of a ripe watermelon slice"

Changbin + Watermelon 🍉

୧🍓 ༘ ₊˚.

Requested by -> @snug-gyu 🍉

[boba-skz]

나지막이 (Limbo) by Lee Know on SKZ-REPLAY

“our story was beautiful / and the memories you left me / mean more than that, don’t forget it”

[solaarbeeam]

electric touch - kaminari denki x black reader

warnings: none, reader is portrayed as darkskin, usage of Y/N

a/n: guys he’s my favorite (besides shoto) soo here’s a special fic in his honor <33, i lowkey don’t like this but im trying to discipline myself when it comes to writing.

When Kaminari Denki made it to UA, he had a plan to become a heartthrob hero, not unlike Hawks.

His plan was completely thrown off the second he laid his eyes on you.

Rich and deep chocolate skin, brown eyes that nearly made it look black, and an all-white smile with the cutest tooth gems dotting your grin.

He was done for the second he walked in the room. He should’ve known then, but he didn’t.

He’d flirted with a lot of the girls in the class action once they had gotten to after the Sports Festival, but most just took it as jokes or rejected him, to which he calmly bowed out. No need to be an asshole about it, right?

As Jirou made fun of his quirk again, he laid his eyes on you once more. You were scribbling in your notebook, humming to the tune of what he assumed was a Bryson Tiller song, completely in your own little world.

He lost all sorts of common sense when it came to you. How couldn’t he, when you sat at your desk looking like you were the one that hung the moon in the sky?

“Hey, Y/N!”

Okay, he’d gotten your attention, what now? Oh lord, he’s an idiot. How is he supposed to do this? Your tooth gems catch the sunlight, making them gleam in the classroom, and he immediately hooks his eyes on them instead, so as to not come off as rude or creepy.

“Hey Kaminari, what’s up?” Oh my god he could stare at that smile for days. The coils of your hair makes him stare at them rather than look you in the eyes.

He holds his hand out. He mentally slaps himself stupid, because what was he thinking, just holding his hand out like that? Jirou could make fun of him for this all she wants and he wont even blame her, because what the hell?

He really loses all sense of self when he sees a pretty person, especially someone has gorgeous as you.

In response, you put your hand in his and marveled at how warm they were.

Three seconds pass by. Kaminari dies mentally.

He had just electrocuted Y/N L/N, the most beautiful person in existence, all because he can’t control himself or his quirk.

At lunch, he profusely apologizes to you, one because he knows your hair is important to you and if his quirk actually did anything bad to your hair, he’d put himself six feet under before you could.

“You’re honestly lucky my quirk prevents damage, but in all seriousness, it’s cool Kaminari. It was honestly kind of cute seeing you trip out like that.”

You have no idea what you’ve done, Cute? Cute?!?? You officially have Kaminari Denki wrapped around your finger.

They have the Training Camp. He’s stuck with Mr Aizawa for remedials, because he’s a dumbass and you can do no wrong. The villains attack, and you’re apart of the main fight. Your quirk, called Bounce Back, allows you to take damage, store the impact, and push it back out to deliver it back to the opponent. It was a perfect offensive quirk.

Until you, Bakugou, and Jirou get kidnapped by the league. You, because you were fighting Toga with Uraraka and Tsu, Bakugou for conversion reasons, and Jirou because of her scouting abilities and super hearing.

He goes with the team to get you back. He’d never forgive himself if he had the opportunity to do something and he didn’t.

Once they got the three of them out, he ran up to hug you, not caring who looked or who saw.

You hugged him back, just as eagerly and emotion full as he did. He felt whole, he felt complete again, and the feeling of you hugging him back with just as much warmth and intensity gives him hope.

They get dorms. It makes his crush a lot harder on him. For once, Jirou doesn’t laugh and actually helps him.

It was a regular night, a relatively warm one since summer had started. He knocked on your door, sparks literally flying from the tips of his fingers.

‘Do not electrocute them, this’ll be all for nothing if you can’t get it together.’

You open the door, and once he steps in, he’s hit by the smell of cocoa butter and hair products that smell distinctly like you.

“Okay so, Kami, what can I do for you?” You’re taking your hair out, as he can see, with half of your head still in mini-twists.

“Call me Denki?”

“Pffft-“ He feels blood rush to the tips of his ears. He’s already fucked up and he hasn’t even started the segway.

“‘Kay then, Denki, whatcha need?” He’s going to die. He will die here happily here.

You notice his hands are sparking. You coat your hands in a pastel yellow, a tell tale sign of your quirk, and you take the risky move of grabbing his hands.

He practically dies right then and there. You laugh out loud, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“You’re cute, yknow that Denki?”

The mention of his name brings him back to the present. He decides to just go for it instead of doing the whole plan he made with Jirou.

“Y/N, will you be my partner?”

“‘Course I will, I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

It seems that at the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, you’re the one with the electric touch, and not him.

© solaarbeeam 2024. reposts and translations are not permitted.

[florvaine]

giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of old-school love with shoto todoroki <33.

he’s sneaking out of his house to see you late at night just to cuddle up with you laying your head on his chest in your bed, no need for blankets because he’s using a small amount of his fire quirk to keep the two of you warm.

there’s no phones, so he’s sending letters to you everyday. even if you’ve seen him and spoke to him, you still receive a long letter, delicate words carved out in black ink, crafted his love for you into words with his bare hands. they’re tied with twine, a small, pressed flower encased inside the careful folds of the yellowing paper.

every week there’s a new bouquet at your doorstep. even when the two of you were in u.a, and he was slightly more reserved, your parents would still bring up a vase with a smile and comment on him being sweet. nowadays, he would knock on your door and give them to you personally.

every now and then he’s purchasing clothes or products for you - this can range from a dress you were eyeing up in the window of a yellow-walled shop, or a pair of loose slacks you mentioned months ago. perfumes that remind him of you, jewellery that, in his words, ‘don’t even come close to being as beautiful as you are’.

you want to see a new movie? he’s got you, and he’s brought all the snacks the two of you can ever want. casual bike rides? once you stop at the top of the hill, he’s not looking at the breathtaking view of the tiny town, but instead your face and the look of tranquility in your eyes. new vinyl you want? it’s wrapped in a brown-paper with a short note taped to it.

your laugh is contagious, as well as your smile. he’s showed more tenderness when he met you, his sister noticed.

the rain doesn’t stop him nor you, either. todoroki would happily run down drenched streets with you, hand in hand and twirling you so the hem of your soaked dress flows upwards at the movement. and then he’s pulling off his jacket to drape over your soggy torso.

he’d 100% place his coat down on a puddle so you could walk over it without dirtying your new scarlet heels.

and by god does he swear that he is the happiest, luckiest man in the world when he proposes to you.

“will you marry me, let me be your husband?” and then he’s sliding the indestructible metal loop on your ring finger with a tear-soaked kiss to your knuckles afterwards. there’s a shimmering gem, your favourite gemstone, that you mentioned once nearly a year into your relationship.

the wedding is extravagant. he took care of the venue after you talked about where you wanted it to be. besides, it was both of your days - but mainly yours.

he cried happy tears when he sees you, clutching a bouquet of red, white and grey flowers in a floral, silky wedding dress with a trail that tsu and ochako have to hold up so you can walk. your veil is long and lacy, but he can still see your face and styled hair. even katsuki can’t hold back a quivering smile.

the vinyls he gifts you get used, after moving into a cosy little cottage house on a hill with a open, emerald garden with acres of apple and peach trees. the two of you sharing glass after glass of port as the music blasts from the corner of the room. and then, he’s whisking you up from your seat on the sofa and you’re slow dancing. todoroki noses at your cheek and you can feel him smiling as he presses his lips against yours in a wine-tasting kiss.

but he’s scared when the doctors bring up the chance of you being pregnant. as frightened as he is at the idea, he’s by your side every step of the way. at your bedside whilst your in labour, letting you cut all circulation off from his fingers and shout curses at him.

and he waits patiently as his little girl is being cleaned and wrapped up, using his ice to cool you down, his hankercheif to wipe sweat off your face and tucking baby hairs behind your ears, kissing your forehead and muttering sweet nothings of encouragement.

when he holds your daughter, he swears that for as long as he was alive, she would not have a father like his.

and even after the time changes, as his daughter grows up, he still finds himself more enchanted with you by the day. he finds himself admiring every forming wrinkle on your face, the silky silver strands in your hair. but your eyes are as gorgeous as ever, and you still have the spark that you did when you were younger.

once your daughter leaves for collage, a bittersweet goodbye, the two of you move. and now the two of you are that sweet elderly couple that sit together in rocking chairs on the porch, overlooking and waving with smiles at others going through the same.

“(y/n)?”

“yes, love?”

“do you want to go on a walk through the park? i heard it’s delightful during autumn.”

“of course, give me a minute to grab my coat, hun.”

old love with todoroki shoto <333.

[thehusbandoden]

Shoto comfort headcannons pls ❤️

Sorry this took so long, I hope you like them! If not you can always send in another ask! <33

Todoroki Shoto Comfort Headcannons

In the beginning Shoto didn't really understand what to... do

He'd try to comfort you as best as he could but it just didn't work, and so he had to go get Izuku to help you.

For a while he felt guilty, beating up on himself for not being able to comfort you.

But then he asked for help. He talked to you, Izuku, Kirishima, Ochako, Momo, Tsu, Fuyumi, anyone to try and help you.

After a while of learning from multilple sources, he got better at it.

The next time you needed him he was able to help you, even though it was still a teeny bit awkward.

After a while of being together he was a pro at it.

Had a hard day at work?

He'd get you your comfort food, make a nest out of your favorite pillows and blankets, and put on your comfort movie/show.

While the two of you ate he would sit you on his lap, gently kissing your shoulders and cooing compliments and words of encouragement.

After food he'd pick you up bridal style, smiling down at you as he brought you to the couch, sitting you down and letting you get comfortable before he sits down himself.

He'd cuddle you until you fell asleep and even after that, eyes full of love as he watched you finally get the rest you deserved.

Were you stressing over the piling to-do list?

He'd hold you against his chest while you rambled, givingà your head an occasional peck.

If you needed to cry or scream, he would't judge. At all. He'd hold you while you got out whatever it is that youi needed to.

Afterwards, he'd look you in your eyes, hand proping up your chin.

"Y/n, my love. It will be alright, you don't need to worry so much. Just focus on me for tonight, yeah?"

He'd get you whatever you needed and hold you until you fall asleep.

After making sure you were fully asleep he'd slip out of bed, grabbing your phone on the way out.

Unlocking the screen, he'd look through your to-do list, writing down what he could do tonight and what he would have to wait for the morning to do.

After going through everything he locked your phone once again and plugged it back into it's charger, making sure to leave a kiss to your forehead before heading back out to start working.

If it could be done that night, he did it.

Needed to clean out the fridge? Done.

Needed to deep clean the bathroom? Check.

Needed to go xgrocery shoppingx? There's a 24-7 one half an hour away.

For the things that needed to get done in the morning he set an alarm, making sure he'd be up before you were so he could get those done.

He may have also turned off all of your alarms for the morning so you could sleep in..

It might have taken a while, but Shoto had mastered the art of being your biggest support and comfort. No matter what you needed, or when you needed it, he was always prepared.

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[freakymcnastys]

“meet the grahams” - a mha book - headcannons!!

general headcannons:

sero and bakugou are hispanic 🤷‍♀️ sorry yall i don’t make the rules

sero specifically is puerto rican (on his dads side)

bakugou is dominaican, on his moms side because that is a dominican mom if i’ve ever seen one 😭

i can totally see those two getting into it during hangouts because sero called him a pendejo (stupid) and they’re just yelling at each other in spanish💀💀

tokoyami is a hardcore mistki lover and his favorite is the puberty album (i bet on losing dogs is his anthem 💔💔)

1A does friday night karaoke

mina and tokoyami singing “bring me to life” by evanescence-

ok hear me out… bakugou SECRETLY likes mitski (“i want you” and “class of 2013”)

every other friday night sero and denki take editables (provided by sato in 1B) and go to the aquarium

class 1A has a secret tiktok account

junko and chiaki stream fortnite sometimes

aizawa recommended that they do weekly bonding things so every week 1A gathers in the common room and they play boardgames or cook or watch something

uraraka and tsu are the biggest bakers known to mankind!! like they skip activities to bake cakes and cookies for everyone

1A has a minecraft server but junko and sero got banned for being too freaky :(

hawks x dabi is cannon in this because it’s my (kats) roman empire so be excited for the juicy drama

junko’s headcannons:

enji has def said to junko that shoto should’ve eaten her in the womb ☺️

“i know it’s over” by the smiths is so sero x junko core <33

whenever junko was on her period she literally REFUSES to get up for day 1 and makes sero or shoto go to the convence store to buy her like snacks and stuff

she’s actually really good at 21 (card game)

plays on sero’s ps5 (tlou2 and sims4)

her pfp on twitter is a pic of endeavor with a red cross over it (🚫) and the name is “dni endeavor”

hangs out with natsuo more than the rest of her siblings

her and shoto have to fight the twin telepathy allegations ☹️

wasn’t sure what sero meant by “netflix and chill” until he sat her down to have the whole birds and the bees talk 💀

chiaki’s headcannons:

has a picture with metallica (she was like a toddler)

toshinori has camcorder footage of her when she was younger running around in UA and it’s tucked in a box somewhere

“duvet” by bôa is literally bakugou x chiaki :)

chiaki's favorite game is resident evil and her king is leon kennedy

her devil (which is apart of her quirk) is always present behind her but only when she takes her eyepatch off does it actually do anything other than loom behind her LOL

the biggest drawback of deal with the devil (her quirk) is that every time she overuses her quirk it takes a year off her life starting at 100...and bakugo doesn't know this until someone says something

not to make her an mc...but she didn't take the regular entrance exam cause her quirk is so powerful so when she gets there everyone is like "who tf is this weirdo" and yeah she's so mysterious

she's an academic weapon but you would never know cause all the time she's playing video games.

She loves having really colorful braids and she loves putting them in fun lil hairstyles :3 she usually lets denki pick because he thinks her hair is so cool

whenever she had to take her hair down/out of braids she invites the bakusquad to help but only katsuki, mina and sero are allowed to since denki and kirishima aren’t allowed to use scissors 💔

- love always, kat + devina <3

[rebirth-eliphas]

All About BA-TSU CLUB

Ba-tsu was founded in 1971 by designer Ruki Matsumoto. I believe the brand started as a formal wear/business wear line? One notable thing about Ba-tsu is that they dabbled in costume design, they’re well known for designing the costumes for the “Battle Royal” films. I won't go too in-depth on the brands early history, they didn't start as an alternative fashion brand so it’s not very relevant. The alternative clothing they made, including the Kyo collab, was done under a sub-brand called “Ba-tsu Club.” (I have no idea if Ba-tsu club was also designed by Ruki Matsumoto, it's all a bit of a mystery.)

In 2004 Ba-tsu was acquired by  a company called Crown Creative Co. In September 19, 2006 Ba-tsu went bankrupt and closed all of their lines except Men's Ba-tsu, which remain open to this day. 

Ba-tsu Club top

One of the reasons Ba-tsu is so iconic in the V-kei scene is because of their collaboration with Kyo from Dir en Grey. Kyo designed all of the pieces and Ba-tsu released them. This really pushed Ba-tsu into the spotlight.

Ba-tsu Club x Kyo set (this collection was huge, I'd guess they released at least 20+ items together)

BA-TSU CLUB PRINTED SKIRT One thing I think really sets BA-TSU CLUB apart from other punk brands from its time is how versatile their pieces are. You could style them really over the top or just with a simplistic outfit! —They often use custom printed fabric and embroidery in their pieces, which is also pretty unique!

BA-TSU CLUB SOCKS —Speaking as someone who owns a decent amount of pieces from BA-TSU I can attest to the fact that the quality of their pieces is extremely consistent, It’s absolutely top notch.

BA-TSU CLUB JEANS I wish I had more information/history on this brand,It’s difficult to research them because they have never had a website :( all of those neckties and things printed with “BATSU.COM” ARE CATFISHESSS! anyways thx for reading my blawwwgg I’ll b back tomorrow :3

Current men’s ba-tsu page. Mens-batsu 

Ba-tsu bankruptcy source http://thtt.blog78.fc2.com/blog-entry-33.html

(Some people online say this is ba-tsu’s site but it’s actually the website of a mall that had a ba-tsu store at one point.) https://web.archive.org/web/20030222184025/http://www.livehep.com/five/f3/batsu.asp?sid=80 

[r2katsu]

If you take requests, then could I request Iida with a partner who has depression? Like, what things would he do to help them make it through the day?

scenario for when Tenya...

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff + comfort

Would always and always stay in touch with you, asks you about your day or what happened when you were out

Keeps track of your health, making sure to always eat along side you. He makes a reminder on your phone and calls you to make sure you eat and he always asks for a pic of you and your food ^^

Always asks you to join in training or a walk in the park, or those really simple dates just to walk together side by side maybe stop by for some food

Always and always rush to you if you ever need him, he will drop whatever important task he had to do so he can comfort you when something happens

Never afraid to talk for you when someone triggered you, he won't get into a fist fight or anything but he will confront anyone who upsets you

Cuddles throughout the day, head pats to tell you he's proud of you, hugs from the back, kisses on the cheek and forehead before he leaves, holding your hand when you're sitting together on the couch

Sends you a pic of him and his friends probably when he has break from training with a caption saying "Midoriya and Todoroki says hi, Uraraka sends loves and kisses, and Tsu said she wants to show you a cute family of frogs that she found when she was in the water with them at the park yesterday"

He knows he's not a pro on comforting people so he'll try anyway, sometimes he'd buy you gifts that he just remembered you talking about how cute that plushie or a he sometimes leaves cute little sticky notes or even letters on your bento box, door, your desk to motivate you through the day

likes and reblogs are appreciated loves, sorry if this seems rushed, thank you for reading this ask was so cute <33

[thebunnednun]

Good Luck, Babe!

Momo Yaoyorozu x Jirou Kyouka

Summary: In the years following their graduation from UA, Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyouka Jiro struggle with unspoken feelings while running a hero agency together. Misunderstandings arise when Momo's accidental kiss with Shoto Todoroki sparks rumors, leading to Jiro's brief fling with Denki Kaminari. Momo and Todoroki's engagement announcement on Christmas Eve further strains their bond, culminating in an emotional performance by Jiro at a holiday party. Day's later, Momo leaves to start a new agency with Todoroki, and both women reflect on their regrets.

Song: Good Luck, Babe! By Chappell Roan

I do NOT own the music or artwork!

Another story in honor of me reaching 100 followers! Thank you guys!! <<33 ╰(＾3＾)╯

On with the Show!!~

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It was finally Senior year. 

The battle had ended, but the scars of war remained etched in their hearts. Class 1-A sat in their familiar classroom, the air tinged with anticipation as they awaited Aizawa's arrival. Senior year had begun, marking a new phase in their journey as heroes. Aizawa's entrance was as understated as ever, his tired eyes sweeping over the class before settling on the whiteboard.

"It’s your final year," Aizawa began, his voice cutting through the quiet chatter. "You've all come a long way, but don't let that get to your heads. The hero world has changed, and your next steps will determine your futures. Stay focused, serious, and remember, your actions reflect on your efforts."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before nodding towards Momo and Iida, who stood ready with stacks of papers.

"Yaoyorozu, Iida, distribute the agency lists."

As Momo and Iida moved through the rows, handing out papers detailing agencies seeking new recruits, the class buzzed with excitement and nervous energy. Hero Agencies were reaching out left and right, some even going as far to campus grounds to personally recruit the young heroes. Discussions erupted about which agencies to consider, what specialties to pursue, and how their hero personas would evolve in the coming year.

At Momo's desk, Jiro leaned in, their heads close as they scanned through the list of agencies. "Can you believe how many recruitments we've been offered?" Jiro remarked, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Maybe we should just start our own agencies. We're practically celebrities now."

Momo chuckled softly, but there was a contemplative gleam in her eyes. The idea, initially joked about, lingered in the air as a possibility worth considering.

Tsu and Mina joined them, their cheerful voices adding to the lively atmosphere. "Isn't it crazy how much the media has shaped our lives these past few years?" Tsu commented with a wry grin, remembering some of the more absurd incidents they'd witnessed.

"Yeah, like when Midoria stopped traffic to help turtles cross the road," Mina added, giggling. "Or when Bakugou slipped on those hotdogs during a chase!"

Laughter rippled through the classroom, easing the tension of senior year's expectations. But Momo's demeanor shifted slightly when Todoroki's name was mentioned in passing.

Tsu noticed the change. "Hey, Momo, everything okay?" she asked with a hint of concern.

Mina chimed in, her tone teasing. "Oh, is it because you and Todoroki are the new favorite media ‘couple?’"

Jiro's smile faltered imperceptibly at the mention of coupling. While she cherished her friendship with Momo, jealousy gnawed at her heart.  a feeling she struggled to define or admit even to herself amidst their shared successes.

Momo caught the shift in Jiro's demeanor, her own thoughts wandering. "It's not just about the media," Momo said quietly, drawing Jiro's attention. "I admire Todoroki's dedication and skill, but..."

Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her expression. Jiro's gaze softened, sensing Momo's unspoken turmoil. The weight of senior year's expectations, coupled with their evolving relationships and public scrutiny, cast a shadow over their once carefree camaraderie.

As Tsu and Mina continued chatting animatedly, Jiro glanced at Momo, who seemed lost in thought. A pang of uncertainty gripped Jiro's chest. “Hey, how about we get away this weekend? Just you and me and the sun?” Momo instantly perked up at this. “I would love that.”

They had planned an outing to the beach, a simple escape to relieve the mounting stress of hero training and media scrutiny.

Under the bright afternoon sun, they strolled along the shoreline, bare feet sinking into the warm sand. Momo's laughter carried on the breeze as she bent down to pick a vibrant cluster of wildflowers, her smile radiant against the backdrop of the azure sea.

Jiro grinned, her own worries momentarily forgotten as she teased Momo about her flower-picking technique. "You're supposed to gently twist them from the stem, not yank them out like you're battling a villain," she quipped, earning a playful swat from Momo.

They settled on a secluded spot, spreading out a blanket under the shade of a sturdy palm tree. Momo unpacked a picnic basket while Jiro stretched out lazily, soaking in the tranquility of the moment.

Momo's fingers danced over the contents of the basket, revealing an array of sandwiches and snacks she had meticulously prepared earlier that morning. "Hope you're hungry," she said with a grin, handing Jiro a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

Jiro accepted it with a grateful nod, settling back onto the blanket. "Thanks, Mo. You didn't have to go all out like this."

Momo shrugged modestly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "You know I can’t resist."

As they ate, their conversation meandered through lighter topics—class gossip, plans for the upcoming summer break, and the absurdities of hero life captured by the media.

“I felt so bad for Kirishima when he called himself ‘The Rock Hard Hero’ and everyone ran with it.”

“That was pretty bad. How about when that reporter accidentally knocked over Toru because he didn’t see her?” 

Their laughter echoed in the distance, mingling with the sound of crashing waves. Jiro glanced over at Momo, noticing the way her friend's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Todoroki.

"You okay?" Jiro asked softly, nudging Momo's foot with her own under the blanket.

Momo's gaze drifted to the horizon, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Yeah, just thinking about what Aizawa said earlier. Senior year and all that—it's starting to hit home."

Jiro nodded in understanding, sensing the weight of their impending decisions about future agencies and careers. "We've come a long way since our first day at UA."

Momo chuckled softly. "Tell me about it. Remember when we thought making it through the entrance exam was the hardest part?"

"Yeah," Jiro agreed with a wistful smile. "And now we're choosing agencies and figuring out the rest of our lives."

Their conversation drifted into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant cries of seagulls and the gentle rustling of palm fronds in the breeze. Jiro leaned back, her eyes drifting shut as she savored the rare tranquility.

“Hey,”

“Yeah?”

“I have something to ask you..”

The peace shattered abruptly as Momo's phone rang, startling them both out of their reverie. Todoroki's name flashed on the screen, and Momo's expression shifted from relaxation to concern.

"It's Todoroki," she murmured, her voice laced with reluctance as she answered the call.

Jiro watched quietly as Momo's shoulders tensed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as she listened intently to the details of a villain they had apprehended together. A trial was approaching, and Momo's testimony was crucial.

"It’s okay. I'll come with you," Jiro offered quietly, sensing Momo's hesitation to leave their impromptu escape. "Thank you, I’m sorry. Here, I'll drive," Momo replied, packing up their things with practiced efficiency.

Once in the car, Jiro sighed and glanced at the clear blue sky above them. "Mind if I open the sunroof? I want to soak in a few more minutes of this sunshine."

Momo smiled softly, nodding in agreement. "Go ahead."

With a few taps, the sunroof slid open, flooding the car with warmth and light. Jiro climbed up, stretching out beneath the open sky with a contented sigh. Spreading her arms out on either side of her, she could feel the wind tousle her hair as Momo turned on the radio, filling the car with a familiar tune.

Momo's voice joined the music softly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she sang along. Jiro closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her, momentarily forgetting the impending trial and the complexities of their lives.

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

The weather shifted subtly, gray clouds rolling in to obscure the once brilliant sun. Jiro watched the changing sky, a sense of melancholy tugging at her heart. She hugged herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest for comfort as the warmth dissipated.

"Momo, do you think it'll rain?" Jiro called out over the wind rushing through the sunroof.

Momo glanced up at the darkening sky, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Maybe. You should come inside soon."

Reluctantly, Jiro nodded, closing the sunroof as they approached the courthouse. The echoes of their carefree afternoon faded with each passing mile, replaced once more by the weight of their responsibilities as heroes.

The courthouse waiting room hummed with a subdued energy as Jiro sat, absently doodling music notes in her notebook. The soft scratch of her pencil on paper was the only sound until another voice broke through her thoughts.

"Hey, Jiro! Fancy seeing you here," Denki's cheerful voice rang out, drawing Jiro's attention. He strolled into the room with an easy grin, his presence injecting a welcome dose of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Jiro's lips curved into a smile as she closed her notebook, tucking it protectively under her arm. "Hey, Denki. Just here waiting for Momo. What are you doing here?"

Denki shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the wall beside her. "Oh, you know, the usual. Villains, trials, the works. But I see you've been writing new music. Anything you can share?"

Jiro's cheeks warmed with a hint of embarrassment. "Not yet. It's still a work in progress."

Denki nodded understandingly. "Fair enough. I can't wait to hear it when it's ready."

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft, familiar voice drifting from the hallway. "Baby, you're such a sweetheart," Momo cooed, her tone filled with affection.

What-

Jiro's curiosity piqued, and she stood up, motioning for Denki to follow her. He trailed after her, looking slightly puzzled but intrigued.

Peering around the corner, Jiro spotted Momo standing with Todoroki and a woman Jiro assumed was his sister, who cradled a small cat in her arms. The shelter had called Todoroki's sister to ask if he could take in the stray they had found, as no one else wanted to adopt him.

After Todoroki's sister finished explaining about the cat, Todoroki stood there quietly, his demeanor composed as ever. Momo, however, detected a subtle shift in his expression, one that spoke of a quiet satisfaction beneath his stoic exterior.

"He seems to like him," Momo's face lit up with a gentle smile as she reached out to stroke the cat's fur. "Look at him! He's such a baby!" she remarked fondly.

Todoroki's expression softened imperceptibly, though his demeanor remained cool and composed. "We'll take him to the vet first thing tomorrow. Thanks for bringing him over, sis," he said, grateful.

“And thank you for showing up so quickly for the trial, Yaoyorozu."

“No worries, Todoroki.”

Todoroki nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Jiro with a polite nod. "Sorry for interrupting your time together."

Jirou waved off his apology with a good-natured smile. "It's fine, really."

Denki sidled up beside Jiro, grinning at the sight of the cat. "Aw, he's adorable! What's his name?"

Todoroki's sister chuckled softly. "He doesn't have one yet. We'll figure that out soon."

“Good luck with the cat!"

Denki, who had been listening with interest, chimed in cheerfully. "Yeah, good luck! Cats are awesome."

Todoroki's sister smiled warmly at them all. "Thank you. Have a good night, everyone."

With that, Todoroki and his sister bid farewell, disappearing down the hallway together.

Jirou watched them go with a thoughtful expression before turning to Momo, who was still gently stroking the cat. "That was unexpected."

Momo chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was. But I guess saving cats is part of Jirou a hero too."

Jiro nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. "Definitely."

As they headed back to their seats in the waiting room, Denki checked his phone and grinned. "Jiro like Sero's calling me. I should catch up with him. See you later, Jiro, Momo!"

He waved goodbye and hurried off down the hallway, leaving Jirou and Momo alone once more.

Momo glanced at Jiro, her expression thoughtful. "Ready to head out?"

Jiro nodded, falling into step beside her friend as they made their way through the courthouse, their thoughts drifting back to the evening's unexpected encounter with Todoroki.

Jiro ears perked up, “Is Sero with you?”

Denki nodded, flashing a smile. “Yeah, he’s here. Hey man, where did you go?”

A voice echoed down the hallway, “Over yonder!”

Denki laughed, and with a slight wave of his hand, called out, “Sero, over here!”

Sero jogged over, greeting the girls with a warm smile. “Hello, ladies,” he said, his tone friendly and upbeat.

They all made their way out of the courthouse and into the well-lit parking lot. The night air was cool, and the lights above cast a soft glow on the concrete. When they reached Momo's car, Denki turned to Jirou, giving her a fist bump. “Catch you later,” he said with a grin, then waved to Momo. “Goodnight, Momo!”

Sero nodded, adding his own goodbye. “Have a good night, you two.” With a playful glint in their eyes, Denki and Sero dashed off, running the short distance across the parking lot to Sero’s car.

Jiro and Momo couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Just as they were about to get into their own car, Jirou’s phone lit up with Denki’s name. She answered it, laughter still in her voice. “Hey, Denki. What’s up?”

Denki’s voice came through the speaker, feigning fear. “Don’t laugh, Kyouka! It’s scary out here. Who’s gonna protect me?”

Jiro rolled her eyes, still chuckling. “You’re both pro heroes!” she exclaimed, amused by their antics.

Sero’s laughter could be heard in the background, and he chimed in with a teasing tone. “Don’t worry, baby.~ I’ll be your savior of the night!”

As she spoke, she and Momo could see Sero’s car rocking back and forth. The silhouettes inside showed the two boys play-fighting, their laughter and mock screams filling the air.

Jiro shook her head, smiling at the playful scene. “Those two are unbelievable.”

Momo nodded, her own smile wide. “Definitely.” 

Momo and Jiro were breathless from laughter, tears streaming down their faces as they heard Denki’s voice over the phone. “I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME, BRO!” he yelled.

“I’LL PROTECT YOU, PAPI CHULO!” Sero’s voice boomed in response, causing a fit of screaming from the girls.

Momo managed to start the car, still chuckling, and drove up to the boys. They saw Sero making exaggerated kissy faces at Denki, who was brandishing a water bottle like a weapon. Momo rolled down her window, and Sero did the same.

“Hello, ladies,” Sero greeted with mock formality. “Fine night we’re having. How may we help you?”

Denki, making desperate faces, silently pleaded for help. Momo smirked, playing along. “Oh, just enjoying the view. Seems like you’re having quite the adventure.”

“Oh, you know,” Sero replied, winking. “Just a regular night of hero business. Keeping the streets safe.”

As Denki tried to make his escape, Sero noticed and quickly locked the doors. Denki, undeterred, threw himself out of the window. Sero, mid-banter with Momo, exclaimed, “Oh no, you don’t, Pookie!” He lunged to grab Denki’s legs, but Denki wriggled free, kicking and screaming.

Denki managed to drop out of the window, landing with a thud on the pavement. He scrambled to his feet and darted behind Sero’s car, then, with surprising agility, jumped onto the roof of Momo’s car. “DRIVE, DAMN IT, DRIVE!” he shouted, pounding on the roof.

Momo, barely able to contain her laughter, floored it. Jirou, still giggling, reached up and pulled Denki in through the sunroof. Sero, not to be outdone, started his car and followed them, waving something out of his window as he drove.

Denki tumbled into the backseat, breathless and grinning. “Thanks for the save,” he panted.

Jirou quirked an eyebrow at him, noting his attire. “Really?” she asked, smirking. Denki, now blushing, was clad in nothing but his ironic Pikachu boxers.

“They were on sale!” he protested, trying to look dignified.

Momo slowed down, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re unbelievable, Denki.”

As they pulled up to Sero’s car, Sero rolled down his window. “You can always come back babe!~” 

“Shut the fuck up!” 

“Calm down Bakugou!”

He called, laughing as Denki dove headfirst through the window and into the passenger seat, snatching his pants. “Damn Kaminari, Back that ass up!” Jiro realized she was crying as she wiped her eyes and tried to breathe. 

“Don’t worry, ladies,” Sero said, still laughing. “We’ve got him under control. Have a good night!”

Momo and Jiro waved, still laughing, as they drove away.

As Momo drove away, the laughter from their escapade with Denki and Sero slowly faded, leaving a comfortable silence between her and Jiro. The night air was cool, and the rhythmic hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop.

Jiro glanced at Momo, her expression thoughtful. "You know," she started, her voice soft, "tonight was fun. It's good to laugh like that."

Momo smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, it was. We needed that." She kept her gaze on the road, but Jiro could sense something was on her mind.

"Hey, Momo," Jiro said, leaning back in her seat. "Have you ever thought about what happens after all this? Like, after we graduate?"

Momo's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "I try not to think too far ahead. There's so much happening now... it's overwhelming sometimes."

Jiro nodded, understanding. "I get it. But... what about us?"

Momo glanced at her, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "Us?"

"Yeah, I mean... our friendship. It's not exactly... conventional, is it?" Jiro's heart pounded as she spoke, her feelings hanging in the balance.

Momo sighed, her eyes softening. "No, it's not. But I don't think I'd want it any other way." She reached over and took Jiro's hand, squeezing it gently. "We've been through so much together. You've always been there for me, Jiro."

Jiro's heart swelled at Momo's words. "And you for me. I guess... I just worry sometimes. About what might change."

Momo's gaze returned to the road, her expression contemplative. "Change is inevitable, but some things... some things can last." She turned to Jiro, a small smile playing on her lips. "Like us."

Jiro felt a warmth spread through her chest, a reassurance she hadn't realized she needed. "Forever?"

"Always," Momo replied, her voice firm yet tender.

They drove off into the night, their hands clasped together, finding comfort in the unspoken promise between them. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, they had each other, and that was enough.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

A few years had passed since that unforgettable night. Everyone had graduated and settled into their hero lives. Jiro and Momo had followed through with their plan, starting their own agency. However, as time went on, the demands of their careers had made it increasingly difficult to spend time together. The spark that once defined their friendship seemed to have dimmed.

Jiro still continued to make music and after one of Jiro's gigs, they found themselves at a bar, slamming down drinks. The atmosphere was different, a tension lingering in the air. The television above the bar blared with a news report about a recent villain takedown by Momo and Todoroki, and the dating rumors surrounding them were more rampant than ever.

Jiro took a sip of her drink, glancing at the screen. "They're really going all out with this, huh?" she remarked, her tone light but her eyes betraying her concern.

Momo sighed, her fingers drumming against her glass. "Yeah, it's been exhausting. I don't like all the negative attention, and my family is starting to pressure me into pursuing a relationship."

Jiro frowned, feeling a pang of jealousy and protectiveness. "That's not fair. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

Momo shrugged, her expression weary. "It's part of the job, I suppose. But it feels like... like they're trying to define my life for me."

Jiro nodded, understanding all too well. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like we're just playing roles, not living our own lives."

Momo looked at Jiro, her eyes searching. "Do you ever feel like that? Like we're holding back?"

Jiro hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I do. It's like there's this invisible barrier between us now. We're not the same as we used to be."

Momo's gaze softened. "I miss how things used to be, Jiro. When it was just us against the world."

Jiro reached out, placing a hand over Momo's. "Me too. But maybe we can find a way back to that. We just have to be honest with each other."

Momo nodded, squeezing Jiro's hand. "You're right. We've been through too much together to let this drift apart."

Jiro looked at Momo with concern, her brow furrowing. "Have you tried telling them you don't have time?"

Momo nodded, frustration evident in her eyes. "I have, but they don't believe me. Especially since I continued to go to school and got my Doctorate in Justice last year."

Jiro took a sip of her drink, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "Do you have feelings for Todoroki?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the background noise.

Momo shook her head, her expression conflicted. "I'm not really sure. It seems like we work together more than ever, but I don't know if it's more than that."

Jiro reached out, placing a comforting hand on Momo's. For the first time in a long while, it felt like they were really talking, getting back into that old familiar flow. They shared their thoughts and feelings openly, bridging the gap that had grown between them.

Just as the conversation deepened, the door to the bar swung open, and Todoroki walked in. His presence was a stark contrast to the intimate setting, his icy demeanor drawing a few glances. “Oh, he’s our driver for tonight.” Momo, having had a few drinks, tried to get down from her stool to greet him. Her vision blurred slightly, and she stumbled, her body slipping off the barstool.

"Whoa, careful there," Jiro started, but before she could react, Todoroki moved to catch Momo. In a clumsy attempt to steady her, their lips accidentally met. Jiro, who was paying the tab, missed the mishap.

Jiro turned back just in time to see Todoroki helping Momo stand up, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the embarrassment. "She's never had more than two cups of wine," Jiro commented, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

As they left the bar, the cool night air wrapped around them. They held hands as they walked to the car, the city lights casting a soft glow on their intertwined fingers as Todoroki trailed quietly behind them. 

Outside, Jiro helped Momo into Todoroki’s car, her heart heavy with an unspoken concern. "Forever?" Jiro asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Always," Momo replied, their hands finding each other in a familiar grip. The ride back was quiet but comfortable, both lost in their thoughts with Shoto at the wheel. 

Unbeknownst to them, undercover paparazzi had been lurking in the bar, their cameras capturing the incident from various angles. The flash of a camera went unnoticed amidst the dim lighting and bustling atmosphere.

The next morning, the news outlets were plastered with shots of Momo and Todoroki kissing, the headlines sensationalizing their hero names and suggesting a romantic involvement. The photos made it look like Todoroki was lifting Momo up for a kiss, the narrative spiraling out of control.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

The aftermath of the incident hit hard. Everyone associated with Momo, including Jiro, and their agency (including Tsuyu and Mina), found themselves under relentless harassment. The media frenzy had become unbearable, and Momo was beside herself with frustration and despair. She couldn’t just cry and lay it all out on national TV, but hiding from her family and friends wasn't an option either.

At their shared agency office, the atmosphere was tense. Momo sat at her desk, her hands trembling as she read through another barrage of accusatory messages and intrusive questions from the press. She felt trapped, unable to find a way out of this mess. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Jiro at the bar, the one time she felt they were truly reconnecting. Now, it seemed like a cruel joke.

Tsuyu and Mina were there too, trying their best to comfort Momo. Tsuyu placed a gentle hand on Momo's shoulder, her voice soothing. "Momo-chan, we're here for you, kero. We'll get through this together."

Jiro, on the other hand, was equally distraught. She watched Momo from a distance, feeling a deep ache in her chest. 

The conversation they had seemed meaningless now, overshadowed by the scandal. Jiro wanted to be there for Momo, but she felt hurt and confused. The media's portrayal of Momo and Todoroki together made her feel like an outsider, like their moment of connection had been erased.

Mina, with her characteristic energy, tried to lift the mood. "Yeah, Momo! Screw those reporters. They don't know the real you. We're a team, and we've got your back!"

Despite their efforts, Momo couldn't shake off the despair. She managed a weak smile, grateful for their support, but the weight of the situation was crushing. Jiro, unable to bear the pain any longer, slipped away to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. 

She felt guilty for not being able to be strong for Momo, for not being able to handle the situation better. She wanted to support her, but her own feelings of hurt and betrayal were overwhelming.

"I just need some air," Jiro whispered to herself, wiping her tears away. She pulled out her phone and hesitated for a moment before calling Denki. His cheerful voice on the other end brought a slight comfort.

"Hey Jiro! What's up?" Denki's voice was a mix of concern and warmth.

"Denki, can we hang out? I just need to get away for a bit," Jiro said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course, Kyouka. Where do you want to meet?" Denki replied without hesitation.

"Anywhere but here," Jiro sighed, feeling a bit lighter knowing that Denki would be there for her.

They decided to meet at a quiet café they used to frequent during their school days. Jiro took a deep breath, composed herself, and left the bathroom. She told Momo, Tsuyu, and Mina she needed to step out for a while. Momo looked at her with tired eyes but nodded, understanding that Jiro needed some space.

Months had passed since the scandal broke out, and the dust had started to settle. Everyone at the agency had been pushing through their work, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. One evening, after everyone else had left the office, Jiro and Momo found themselves alone, sharing a rare moment of quiet together.

They sat across from each other, the silence filled with unspoken words. Jiro, twirling a pen between her fingers, finally broke the silence. "Momo, if you were thinking about doing anything crazy, you'd tell me, right?"

Momo looked up, a faint, sad smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Kyouka."

But the next day, everything changed. Momo and Todoroki announced their official relationship in the media, sparking a whirlwind of attention. Jiro felt a sharp pang of betrayal and hurt. She couldn't understand why Momo hadn't confided in her.

At the office, Jiro confronted Momo, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why didn't you tell me, Momo? You said you would."

Momo looked uncomfortable, her eyes avoiding Jiro's. "It just happened."

Jiro took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Do you like him?"

"What? Of course I do," Momo replied, her confusion evident.

"No," Jiro pressed, her voice more insistent. "I mean, do you actually like him? Like, do you like him in the way you like a friend? Or do you like him the way you like me?"

Momo's eyes widened, and she looked taken aback. The question hung heavy in the air between them, laden with years of unspoken feelings and unresolved emotions.

"Mo, answer me," Jiro said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo's expression softened, and she looked away, unable to meet Jiro's gaze. "I... I don't know. I admire him, and I respect him. But..."

"But what, Momo?" Jiro's voice was filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"But I don't know if I feel the same way about him as I did about you," Momo admitted, her voice breaking.

Jiro felt a lump form in her throat. "Then why, Mo? Why didn't you tell me?"

Momo sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Because I thought... I thought it might be better this way. Less complicated. I wanted to try to move on."

"Move on from what?" Jiro asked, her voice trembling.

"From us," Momo whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The weight of Momo's words hit Jiro hard. The conversation halted, it felt like they were both walking on eggshells, afraid to say too much or too little. 

“Oh.”

In the weeks that followed, their interactions became increasingly strained and limited to work-related matters. The easy camaraderie and bond they had once shared were now overshadowed by a lingering sense of betrayal and unresolved feelings. Both women struggled to navigate the new dynamic, the spark that once lit up their friendship now reduced to a flicker.

And so, they drifted apart, each carrying the weight of what could have been, their hearts heavy with unspoken words and lost opportunities. The world moved on, but the pain of that night and the choices made lingered, a silent reminder of a bond that had been shattered and could never be the same again.

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Jiro stood beneath the warm spray of the shower, the steam curling around her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired with Denki, their passionate encounter leaving her conflicted and raw. Droplets of water cascaded down her skin, but they couldn't wash away the turmoil inside.

As she dried her hair, she muttered softly to herself, a bitter acknowledgment of the complexities in her life. The affair with Denki was intense, bordering on the kind of emotion that was both exhilarating and daunting.

"It's not fair," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bathroom vent. She leaned against the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Despite the steam, her reflection looked back at her with uncertainty.

Jiro wrapped the towel tighter around herself and moved to their shared office with Momo, keeping the door closed. The atmosphere between them had been tense lately, not just because of her newfound intimacy with Denki, but also because of unspoken emotions lingering between her and Momo.

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

"Think I'm gonna call it off," Jiro murmured to herself, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the tv remote. She glanced at the news as a  pang of nostalgia and guilt tug at her heart. She liked Denki, enjoyed his company, but the weight of commitment felt heavy on her shoulders.

"I just need someone,” she admitted softly, sinking into the couch. Her thoughts drifted to Momo and Todoroki, their recent announcement and the media frenzy that followed. Jiro felt a twinge of jealousy and longing, missing the raven haired woman.

Her eyes welled with tears as she closed them, the room around her feeling suffocatingly silent. Again, thoughts of Denki filled her mind. Jiro was a hypocrite. She knew it, she didn’t like him the way she liked Momo, she loved Momo. 

Maybe in time she could learn to love him? Jiro needed clarity, to untangle the threads of her heart and find where her true feelings lay. For now, she was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, longing for someone who could understand her deeply and love her, through it all.

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

Seven months had slipped by in a blur of missions, paperwork, and lingering tensions at the agency. Christmas Eve arrived with a bitter chill that matched the frostiness in Jiro's heart. The news of Todoroki and Momo's engagement had swept through the hero community like a sudden storm, leaving everyone stunned by its swiftness. What had begun as rumors weeks ago was now reality—a reality that Jiro struggled to accept.

The media frenzy was relentless. Cameras flashed outside the agency, reporters clamored for interviews, and speculations ran wild. "Is there a little hero on the way?" the headlines teased, igniting a firestorm of gossip and intrusive inquiries. Todoroki, ever stoic, shut down those rumors with a terse statement, but the scrutiny only intensified. Security at the agency was bolstered to keep the paparazzi at bay, leaving everyone on edge.

In the midst of this chaos, Momo wore a ring that sparkled conspicuously on her finger—a ring the size of a large strawberry, a testament to the seriousness of their relationship. It was a sight Jiro couldn't bear to see, each glint of the diamond weighing heavily on her heart.

On Christmas Eve, the agency was quieter than usual. The decorations twinkled half-heartedly in the dimmed lights, and the usual festive cheer felt forced. Jiro found herself lingering in the common area, avoiding the jubilant celebrations happening elsewhere in the building. She nursed a cup of lukewarm cocoa, its sweetness a stark contrast to the bitter taste in her mouth.

She glanced at Momo's office door, closed as it had been for weeks now. The distance between them had grown, a gulf widening with each passing day since that night at the bar. They had spoken about their feelings, about the complexities of their relationship, but it hadn't brought them closer—it had only highlighted the rift that had formed.

A knock at the door pulled Jiro from her thoughts. Tsuyu and Mina stood in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and tentative hope. Tsuyu's calm demeanor contrasted with Mina's more animated worry.

"Jiro, are you okay?" Tsuyu asked softly, her voice a soothing balm against Jiro's turmoil.

Jiro managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just... processing," she replied, her voice betraying more than she intended. Mina stepped forward, her concern palpable. "It's tough, I know," she said gently, her hand reaching out to touch Jiro's arm in a gesture of comfort.

Jiro sighed, looking down at her cocoa. "I never thought... I just..." She struggled to find the words, the ache in her chest tightening with each syllable. 

Tsuyu nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, things change in ways we never expect," she offered quietly.

Mina nodded in agreement. "And it hurts, especially when you care so deeply."

Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Jiro's gaze drifted to Momo's closed door again, a pang of longing mingling with regret. She had missed her friend, missed their easy camaraderie, missed the warmth of their shared moments.

"I just don't understand why she didn't tell me," Jiro whispered finally, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought... I thought we were past keeping secrets."

Tsuyu placed a comforting hand on Jiro's shoulder. "Maybe she didn't know how to say it," she suggested gently. "Or maybe she was afraid of how you'd react."

Jiro sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "Maybe," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ring-less finger gripping the cup.

The Christmas lights flickered above them, casting gentle shadows across the room. Outside, snow began to fall, softening the harsh edges of the cityscape beyond the windows.

"Whatever happens," Mina said softly, her voice breaking the silence, "you know we're here for you, Jiro. We'll get through this together."

Jiro managed a small nod, grateful for their support even as uncertainty gnawed at her heart. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the ache, against the questions that lingered unanswered.

As the night wore on, Jiro found herself alone in the quiet office, her thoughts drifting to what lay ahead. The Christmas tree shimmered in the corner, a symbol of hope amid the shadows. Yet, as the clock struck midnight, all she could see was the glint of that oversized ring, a reminder of everything that had changed—and everything that would never be the same again.

--

Christmas had arrived and with it, the day of Momo and Todoroki's wedding. Snow cast a fragile veil of cheer over the city. Despite the bitter cold outside, the grand hall they booked out was warm with festive lights and laughter. It was meant to be a night of celebration, of camaraderie among friends and colleagues, yet for Jirou, the weight of recent events hung heavy on her heart.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the bridal suite with a brilliance that felt almost cruel to Jirou, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Jirou stood by Momo’s side, her heart heavy yet proud, her bittersweet smile barely masking the turmoil within. As Momo slipped on the perfect white dress, spinning slowly to admire herself in the mirror, Jirou felt an ache so deep it almost stole her breath.

Momo was breathtaking. Her hair, pinned back with delicate pearls, framed her face beautifully, while her eyes sparkled with joy and a touch of nervous excitement. The dress, a masterpiece of satin and lace, flowed around her like a whisper, the train trailing elegantly behind. She looked every bit the radiant bride, and Jiro's heart twisted painfully at the sight. She wished, more than anything, that Momo was donning this dress for her.

“Jirou, can you help with the veil?” Momo’s voice pulled her from her reverie, sweet and soft as always, yet tinged with the excitement of the day.

“Of course,” Jiro managed, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the delicate fabric, each touch a reminder of what could never be.

As the ceremony approached, it took everything in Jiro not to cry. Walking down the aisle as maid of honor, each step felt heavy, the weight of her emotions almost unbearable. The faces of friends and family blurred around her, their smiles and happy tears a stark contrast to the turmoil inside her.

She kept her eyes forward, refusing to let them drift towards the man she couldn't help but resent. Todoroki stood at the altar, his face a picture of calm anticipation. Jiro tried not to hate him, but it was a losing battle.

But nothing compared to the gut-wrenching sight of Momo walking down the aisle, radiant and ethereal.

When the music swelled and Momo appeared at the end of the aisle, arm-in-arm with her father, Jiro's breath hitched. Momo moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her smile lighting up the entire room. The delicate snowflakes that dusted her veil sparkled under the soft lights, creating a halo effect that made her look angelic. Jiro's heart ached, each beat pounding with painful longing and unfulfilled dreams.

During the ceremony, Jiro felt herself drift away. In her daydream, she was the one standing beside Momo, not Todoroki. She imagined herself objecting, her voice strong and clear, when the officiant asked if anyone had any reasons to stop the marriage. Or better yet, Momo, unable to hold back her true feelings, confessing her love for Jiro and taking Jiro’s hand as they fled the chapel with together, leaving behind a world that could never understand them. The vivid imagery provided a fleeting escape from her heartache.

But the fantasy shattered when the officiant’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“I do,” Momo’s voice rang out clear and certain, a dagger to Jiro’s heart.

“And do you, Todoroki Shoto, take Yaoyorozu Momo to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Todoroki’s voice was equally firm, his gaze steady on Momo.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

You might as well have shot her right there. 

As Momo and Todoroki shared their first kiss as a married couple, something inside Jirou shattered. She felt a part of her soul break away, lost forever. It was an ache she couldn’t describe, a pain that seemed to reach every part of her being.

With a heavy heart, she prepared to perform, because Momo had asked her to. She could never deny Momo anything. The bouquet toss happened early, a whirlwind of activity as the bouquet flew through the air. Denki, ever the charming klutz, caught it with his face, causing a ripple of laughter and cheers.

“Nice catch, Denki!” Sero teased, pretending to be hurt by the flower collision. "When do I get to pick out the ring?"

Todoroki chuckled, his usual stoic expression softened with amusement. Kirishima and Mina fawned over the moment, their faces lit with delight. Tsuyu, Ochako, and Toru, the other bridesmaids, shared amused glances.

Denki, blushing ear to ear, smiled and waved at Jiro, his eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and nerves. Everyone turned to look at them, the silent question hanging in the air. Jiro’s heart twisted, knowing the moment wasn’t about her and Denki, but rather the unresolved feelings she had for Momo.

Jiro couldn’t get a moment alone with Momo amidst the flurry of congratulations and celebrations. Every time she tried, someone else whisked Momo away, leaving Jiro standing on the periphery, watching, waiting. Determined, she decided to make Momo hear her.

She stood backstage, gazing out at the elegantly decorated hall where Denki was engrossed in conversation with Tsuyu and Kirishima. His smile, genuine and bright, offered a fleeting comfort. Jirou turned away, taking a moment to collect herself. The stage lights cast gentle shadows around her, a contrast to the turmoil swirling within.

She couldn't shake the pang of jealousy that had plagued her. It wasn't about ownership or possessiveness—it was about the deep ache of longing for what she had once shared with Momo. They had been more than friends, more than colleagues; they had been confidantes, partners, and companions in a way that defied labels. Now, seeing Momo adorned with Todoroki's ring felt like a stark reminder of what had slipped through her fingers.

"I can't survive on emotional scraps," Jirou whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of chatter from the hall. Guilt gnawed at her for feeling this way, for mourning something that perhaps never truly belonged to her. She understood free will, understood that Momo had the right to pursue her own happiness. Yet, it didn't dull the ache in her chest.

A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present. It was Denki, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, offering silent support.

"You've got this," he mouthed, giving her a thumbs-up before returning to the others.

Jirou took a deep breath, steeling herself against the tumult of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She turned to the band, signaling that she was ready. The familiar chords of the guitar filled the air, anchoring her in the present moment.

As she stepped onto the stage, the warmth of the spotlight enveloped her. The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward her expectantly. Jiro closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts, finding solace in the music that had always been her refuge.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze swept across the faces of friends, colleagues, and familiar strangers. Among them, she caught a glimpse of Momo and Todoroki, their intertwined hands a stark contrast against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

“This song...,” Jirou started, keeping her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “It says everything I never could.”

Jirou drew a steadying breath, the lyrics flowing from her lips with a rawness and vulnerability she had rarely shown. Each note carried a piece of her soul, each word a confession of unspoken longing and heartache. The music swelled around her, carrying her emotions into the open, laying bare the truth she had been wrestling with.

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason,”

As she sang, her gaze inadvertently found Momo's in the crowd. Jiro’s fingers harshly gripped the mic as the dance melody filled the dimly lit pub. 

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night..."

Momo's eyes widened in realization, her hand unconsciously gripping the edge of the table. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, sensing the tension in the room. Denki, sitting next to them, furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to piece together the meaning behind Jiro's choice of song.

"With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife..."

Sero leaned forward, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern as he glanced between Jiro and Momo. Todoroki, sitting quietly beside Momo, tensed imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"And when you think about me, all of those years ago..."

The words hung heavy in the air, resonating with everyone present. Some in the audience began to murmur, realizing the song's personal nature. Momo's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain composure.

"You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'..."

Jiro's voice wavered slightly, the raw emotion evident in every note. She continued singing, pouring her heart into the lyrics that inadvertently unveiled the unspoken tensions between them.

"You know I hate to say, 'I told you so'..."

Denki glanced over at Jiro, a flicker of understanding crossing his face as he pieced together the implications. Sero placed a reassuring hand on Mina's shoulder, silently acknowledging the gravity of the moment.

"You can kiss a hundred boys in bars..."

Todoroki's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Jiro with a mix of disbelief and resignation. Tsuyu placed a supportive hand on Momo's arm, offering a silent gesture of comfort.

"Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling..."

As the chorus echoed through the pub, the atmosphere grew tense. The truth behind Jiro's song hung heavy, casting a shadow over the gathered heroes and students.

"You can say it's just the way you are..."

Momo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions raw and exposed. The weight of Jiro's words sank in, each verse unraveling the fragile threads that bound their complex relationship.

"Good luck, babe..."

Jiro's voice softened, the final words carrying a bittersweet farewell. The crowd fell silent, absorbing the poignant moment unfolding before them.

“You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

After Jiro's song concluded, the hall erupted into applause and cheers, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing. The band seamlessly transitioned into a rock version of "Jingle Bells," and patrons began to sway and dance, caught up in the festive atmosphere.

Momo sat frozen in her seat, her hands trembling as she processed the weight of Jiro's words. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to comfort their friend in this moment of vulnerability.

Momo's voice broke through the quietude, her tone trembling yet resolute. "Excuse me," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. With swift steps, she hurried towards the restroom.

Sero, sensing the tension, leaned closer to Denki, murmuring under his breath, "That song... it was about Momo, wasn't it?" Denki nodded slowly, his expression somber as he watched Jiro on stage, silently grappling with her own emotions.

Denki stood frozen, his expression caught between shock and hurt. He felt as though a part of him had been exposed, vulnerable under the weight of Jiro's raw emotions. Sero turned to Denki, his expression grave. "We should give them some space," he suggested softly, knowing that Momo and Jiro needed time to process the emotional upheaval.

Nearby, Tsuyu watched with disappointment etched on her face, her typically neutral demeanor betraying a hint of sadness for her friends' fractured relationships.

Tsuyu shook her head silently, her gaze lingering on Jiro with empathy. "I hope they can sort things out," she murmured, her voice tinged with concern for her friends' fractured relationship.

Mina, always one to address difficult situations head-on, approached Jiro with a mix of concern and confusion. "Why did you do that?" she asked softly, her eyes searching Jiro's face for answers amidst the din of the hall.

Across the room, Todoroki's anger simmered beneath the surface, his gaze locked onto Jiro with an intensity that could freeze fire. He clenched his fists, struggling to contain the tumult of emotions stirred by Jiro's revelation. With a curt nod towards the group, he turned on his heel and made his way purposefully towards the restroom where Momo had fled.

As he approached, Todoroki hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the door before he gently pushed it open. Inside, Momo stood by the sink, her reflection distorted in the mirror by tears that streaked down her cheeks. The water was running, and it was clear she had just thrown up. She turned at the sound of the door, her red eyes a mix of vulnerability and defiance.

Without a word, Todoroki closed the distance between them and pulled her into a comforting embrace. Momo buried her face in his chest, the weight of Jiro's words still echoing in her mind. "I’m sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her voice wavering with a mixture of guilt and confusion.

Todoroki held her tighter, his own turmoil momentarily set aside in favor of offering solace to the woman he loved. "It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We'll figure this out."

Back in the hall, the holiday cheer continued unabated, oblivious to the storm brewing within its walls. Classmates danced and laughed, oblivious to the rift that had been exposed among their friends. Yet, for Jiro and Momo, and even for Denki and Todoroki, the night had taken an unexpected turn.

As the band played on and the festivities carried on around them, Jiro stood amidst the crowd, grappling with the aftermath of her emotional outpouring. She knew she had shattered whatever fragile friendship between herself and Momo remained, yet the truth had been a burden too heavy to bear alone.

With a heavy heart, she watched as Denki approached, his expression still a mix of hurt and confusion. "Why, Jirou?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with pain.

Jiro met his gaze, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just... needed to be heard," she admitted quietly, the weight of her confession hanging in the air between them. "Even if it hurt."

Denki nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder in a gesture of silent understanding. "I get it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter around them. "But... it hurts."

“You hurt me, Jirou.”

Jirou's heart sank deeper at his words, knowing she had caused pain to someone she cared about deeply. The weight of Denki's disappointment added to the ache already gnawing at her chest.

Mina had left to find Kirishima, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by the tension in the air. Tsuyu couldn't meet Jiro's gaze, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her expression. Sero  lingered at the bar, leaning against the counter and observing quietly, his concern etched into the solemn expression of his face.

Jiro's eyes flicked to the table where she had last seen Todoroki and Momo. A door could be heard creaking open, when she turned to look, she caught a glimpse of the ravenette. 

Todoroki escorted Momo out, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. The icy glare he had shot Jiro burned in her memory, freezing her in place. She glanced back towards the exit, catching a glimpse of Momo's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. It was like a punch to the gut, the pain of hurting someone she cared for so deeply.

Denki, about to move past them, nearly collided with Todoroki and Momo as they emerged from the restroom. The air crackled with unspoken tension as their eyes briefly met. Momo's gaze turned, filled with hurt and resignation, and struck Jiro to the core. It was a silent plea and an accusation all at once.

As they made their way through the venue, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The festive cheer around them faded into the background, replaced by an uneasy silence that mirrored the turmoil in Jiro's heart. 

The sight of Momo's wedding ring glinting briefly in the light felt like a sharp jab, a reminder of what Jiro had lost and what she had inadvertently shattered.

Outside, the world was cloaked in a soft blanket of snow, muffling the sounds of the city and casting a serene yet melancholy ambiance over the night. Jirou watched helplessly as Momo and Todoroki disappeared into the wintry venue, their figures gradually fading from view.

Alone amidst the holiday and party revelry, Jirou felt a profound sense of isolation. Her chest felt heavy while her throat seemed to close up. The trapped feelings in her heart seemed to have gone to the pit of her stomach and  although she hadn’t a drop to drink that night, she could feel the world a little too much. 

The music continued to play and laughter echoed through the pub, but Jirou stood rooted in place, with only her emotions to keep her company. 

--

The aftermath of Momo and Todoroki's wedding day rippled through their lives, causing a seismic shift in the balance of relationships and professional alliances. Momo's decision to leave the joint agency she had co-founded with Jirou sent shockwaves through their tight-knit circle of friends and colleagues.

Class 1-A, once unified in their support of one another, found themselves divided over the turn of events. Some understood Momo's need to distance herself from the painful memories Jiro's performance had stirred, while others sympathized with Jiro's unspoken love and the courage it took to bare her heart so publicly. Others agreed that the literal wedding day was not the time or place to share these deep intimate feelings. The camaraderie that had seen them through their years at U.A. Academy now felt strained, old bonds tested by conflicting loyalties.

Todoroki was furious. The calm, collected demeanor he was known for gave way to a rare display of anger. He couldn't comprehend why Momo would even consider staying in an agency where she was constantly reminded of Jiro's feelings. His frustration boiled over into heated arguments, his insistence that Momo leave the agency becoming more relentless with each passing day.

"Why can't you see that staying there will only hurt you more?" Todoroki asked one evening, his voice sharp with exasperation.

Momo, her own emotions a tumultuous sea of confusion and heartache, tried to keep her composure. "It's not that simple, Shoto. We've built something important. I can't just walk away from it all because of one moment."

"One moment?" Todoroki's eyes blazed with disbelief. "That performance was more than just a moment. She poured her heart out to you in front of everyone. On our wedding day! How can you work with her after that?"

Momo's resolve wavered, the weight of Todoroki's words pressing heavily on her. She felt the sting of Jiro's performance every time she thought about it, a sharp reminder of the unresolved feelings between them. Yet, the idea of leaving the agency she and Jirou had painstakingly built together felt like an abandonment of their shared dreams and accomplishments.

As the days turned into weeks, Todoroki's insistence grew stronger. He began making plans for a new agency, one where Momo could start fresh without the shadows of unspoken emotions looming over her. He reached out to potential investors, scouted locations, and drafted proposals, determined to create a future that he and Momo could share without the complications of Jiro's lingering presence.

Despite Todoroki's efforts, Momo remained torn. She knew he was right in many ways; distancing herself from Jirou might help heal the wounds inflicted by the wedding day. But leaving the agency felt like cutting away a part of herself, a sacrifice she wasn't sure she was willing to make. Each time she walked into the office, memories of their shared victories and challenges confronted her, reminding her of what they had achieved together.

One evening, after another tense discussion with Todoroki, Momo found herself wandering through the agency's headquarters. The walls were adorned with photos and mementos from their missions, each one a testament to their hard work and dedication. She paused in front of a picture of her and Jirou, taken on the day they signed their first big contract. Their smiles were wide and genuine, filled with the promise of a bright future.

Momo's heart ached as she stared at the photo. She knew that leaving the agency wouldn't erase the feelings or the memories. It wouldn't change the fact that Jirou's performance had hurt her deeply. But it also wouldn't change the fact of the bond they had shared, the moments of triumph and camaraderie that had defined their partnership.

 And how badly it was going to hurt to cut Jirou out of her life. 

--

Momo stood outside the shared office door that bridged her and Jiro's offices. It had been their sanctuary, a place where ideas flowed freely and laughter often echoed through the halls. Now, it felt like a barrier between them, a tangible reminder of what they were about to lose.

With a hesitant breath, Momo raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. The sound echoed faintly through the empty hallway, carrying with it the weight of unspoken words and lingering regrets.

After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Jirou on the other side. Her expression softened at the sight of Momo, a mix of sorrow and longing in her eyes.

"Momo," Jiro murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting Jiro's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Jiro... Can we talk?"

Jiro nodded silently, stepping aside to let Momo enter the office they had once shared so freely. The air inside was heavy with the weight of their unspoken goodbye, the shelves lined with memories of their time together.

Momo took a hesitant step into the room, her heart aching with the realization of what was about to transpire.

Momo and Jiro sat across from each other in the quiet of Jirou's office, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Momo's decision to leave had cast a somber pall over their once vibrant partnership, leaving them both grappling with the aftermath of their shared history.

"Momo," Jiro began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I know this wasn't easy for you."

Momo nodded, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. "No, it wasn't. But I had to do it, Jirou. For myself."

"I understand," Jiro replied softly, her gaze dropping to her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I just wish... things could have been different."

Momo's eyes flickered with a trace of hurt. "Different how? You never apologized, Jirou. Not for how you felt, but for how you handled it."

Jiro's breath caught in her throat. She had known this conversation was inevitable, yet the sting of Momo's words still cut deep. "I... I can't apologize for how I feel, Momo. I can only apologize for not saying it sooner, for letting it come out like that, on your wedding day of all days."

Momo sighed, her shoulders slumping with resignation. "I wish you had, Jirou. Maybe things wouldn't have ended like this."

A heavy silence settled between them, the unspoken regrets and what-ifs weighing heavily on their hearts. Jiro wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had grown between them, but she knew that some wounds ran too deep to be healed with mere words.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Jiro finally whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I just... I couldn't keep pretending anymore."

Momo nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know," she murmured softly. "But sometimes, the truth hurts more than we're prepared for."

Jiro nodded in agreement, her throat tight with unspoken apologies. "I'm sorry, Momo. I should have been honest, should have faced this before it came to this."

Momo reached across the table, her hand hesitating for a moment before gently clasping Jirou's. "You and me both," she said quietly. "We both made mistakes. But I need to do this for myself now."

Jiro nodded, squeezing Momo's hand in a silent gesture of understanding. "I know," she whispered. "I just... I know."

Tears welled in Momo's eyes as she met Jirou's gaze, the depth of their shared history and the pain of their parting palpable in the air. "Jirou," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion.

They sat together in the quiet of the conference room, the weight of their unspoken goodbyes hung heavy in the air. They both knew that this was the end of an era, the closing of a chapter that had defined so much of their lives.

"Mo?" Jirou murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Yeah?"

Jirou nodded again, her throat tight. "I'm sorry, Mo," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never wanted it to end like this."

Momo sighed softly, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her shoulders. "I'm sorry too Jirou," she admitted quietly. "But we can't change what's happened."

They stood facing each other in the quiet of the office, the space between them filled with the echoes of their past and the uncertainty of their future. It was a moment neither of them had ever imagined—a moment of farewell that had come too soon.

"I'll miss you, Songbird," Momo finally choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Jirou reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed a tear from Momo's cheek. "I'll miss you too, Mo," she whispered hoarsely. "More than words can say."

"I will never regret you."

They sat there together in silence for a long moment.

Until one of them had to go.

 --

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

The winter evening draped the city in a blanket of snow, muffling the usual sounds of bustling streets and casting a serene calm over the urban landscape. In the heart of the city, amidst towering buildings adorned with festive lights, stood the office building that housed the joint agency of Momo and Jiro. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different from the festive New Year’s cheer outside.

Momo sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of their once-shared venture. Boxes filled with paperwork and personal belongings were scattered around her, waiting to be packed up and moved to her new office with Todoroki. A photograph of her and Jiro lay on the desk before her, illuminated by the soft glow of her desk lamp. The room felt cavernous, the silence broken only by the occasional rustling of paper and the distant murmur of the city below.

She picked up the photograph gingerly, her fingers tracing the outlines of their smiling faces. In the picture, they were young, full of hope and determination, their uniforms as fresh as their dreams of heroism. Momo couldn't help but reminisce about the days when their partnership had felt effortless, when their laughter had echoed through these very walls.

A tear slipped down her cheek, then another and another as she remembered the joyous moments they had shared—the late nights studying, the victories celebrated, and that day at the beach. Now, those memories were distant, overshadowed by the rift that had grown between them, fueled by nonsense and the inexorable passage of time.

In the office next door, Jiro sat quietly at her own desk, staring out at the city through the large windows. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts consumed by the photograph she held in her hands. It was a copy of the same picture Momo was looking at, another shitty reminder of their once inseparable friendship. The room around her felt cold and empty, the space between her and Momo a palpable void that seemed impossible to bridge.

She wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye, her heart heavy with regret and longing. Losing Momo had left an ache in her chest that no amount of music or distraction could soothe. She replayed their last conversation in her mind, the words spoken and unspoken hanging heavily in the air between them.

Outside, the snow continued to fall softly, blanketing the city in silence. The holiday lights twinkled in the distance, casting a gentle glow on the frosted windows of their office building. For Momo and Jiro, however, there was no festive cheer, only the weight of their dead friendship.

As the evening deepened into night, Momo and Jirou remained in their separate offices, each grappling with their own sense of loss and longing. The photographs in their hands a sick reminder of the connection they had once shared, a relationship that was never coming back. 

In the quiet solitude of their surroundings, they both yearned for a way to reclaim what they had lost, unsure if the passage of time would ever heal the wounds that had torn them apart.

The woman woke abruptly, jolted from her sleep by a sudden unease that settled heavily upon her chest. The soft glow of the alarm clock cast a faint luminescence over the room, illuminating the figure lying beside her. She lay there, the warmth of the covers cocooning her, trying to recall what had stirred her from slumber. Was it a sound, a fleeting dream, or simply the weight of unresolved thoughts?

Turning her head slightly, she peered at the man beside her, his back turned to her in the moonlit darkness. His breathing was steady and deep, a testament to the peaceful rest he found each night. Yet, for her, sleep had become elusive lately, haunted by thoughts that seemed to visit more often as the years passed.

Her eyes drifted to her left hand, where the glimmering wedding ring caught a sliver of moonlight filtering through the open window. She watched it sparkle, a silent witness to the passage of time and the choices that had led her to this point in her life.

As she reached to close the window against the cool night breeze, memories stirred within her—a montage of moments from her younger years, of dreams once shared and plans for a future that now felt distant and faded. She sighed softly, feeling the weight of years of compromise and silent resignation settling upon her shoulders.

Her husband stirred slightly, the movement causing a pang of guilt in her heart. He had thrived in his career as a hero, rising through the ranks with each passing year, while she had found herself caught in a stagnation she couldn't quite shake. It was a familiar ache, a sense of being left behind while life moved inexorably forward.

She closed her eyes, seeking clarity in the darkness. In the quiet of the night, a voice echoed in her mind—"I told you so"—Flashes of memories danced at the edges of her consciousness: moments with friends, laughter shared over victories, and quiet conversations filled with unspoken longing.

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

She dropped down to the floor, her hand and knees against the cool wall, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent rivulets. The sound of her own breathing filled the room, the only audible accompaniment to her sorrow. Her cries were soft, stifled by the weight of unspoken grief and the fear of waking her husband from his peaceful slumber.

Looking up through tear-blurred eyes, she caught her reflection in the bedroom mirror—a ghostly figure bathed in the moon's silver light, a solitary silhouette against the darkness. The sight of herself, framed by the quiet serenity of the night, only deepened her anguish.

She felt sick with longing, with a profound sense of loss that gnawed at her insides. The ache in her heart seemed to echo through the empty room, a hollow reminder of the dreams she had once held so close. In that moment of raw vulnerability, she realized the depth of her yearning—for a life less ordinary, for a love that hadn't slipped through her fingers.

The world outside seemed to fade into insignificance as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. She knew, in the depths of her soul, that to escape this pain, she would have to stop time itself—to halt the relentless march of years that had brought her to this precipice of regret.

The night stretched on, enveloping her in its quiet embrace, as she confronted the shadows of her past and the stark reality of her present. Beside her, her husband slept on, unaware of the tempest raging in her heart. In the stillness of the early morning hours, she wrestled with the echoes of her choices, with the ache of what might have been, and with the bittersweet sting of what was.

“You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

"Jirou,”

“Jirou?”

“Earth to Jirou," Tsuyu's voice gently broke through the haze of Jiro's daydream.

Jirou blinked, snapping back to reality, finding herself back in the bustling high school classroom with Momo by her side. The bell about to ring for lunch break.

Huh? Oh, sorry," Jirou mumbled, realizing she had drifted off.

"You okay?" Momo asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, just lost in thought," Jirou replied with a faint smile.

Mina leaned in from the desk behind them. "Come on, guys, let's go grab some food. I'm starving!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

As Mina and Tsu walked out together, Jirou felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that here, with her friends by her side, everything was right in the world. 

“Wait for me Songbird.”

As students streamed out of the classroom, Jirou leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed on Momo.

Momo looked up, meeting Jirou's gaze with a warm smile. She zipped up her bag and walked over to Jirou, closing the distance between them. Without a word, Momo slipped her hand into Jirou's, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Jirou's heart skipped a beat at the touch, a rush of warmth spreading through her. It was a simple gesture, yet it made her feel warmth from the top of her head down to her toes. 

They stood there for a moment in the bustling hallway, their pinkies linked discreetly, sharing a quiet moment of connection away from prying eyes.

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They didn't need words to understand each other. 

“YOU GUYS! Come on! I wanna get there before lunch is over!”

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They settled down at the table, surrounded by the familiar chatter of their friends and the lively ambiance of the cafeteria. As they shared stories and laughter over lunch, Jirou couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that in this moment, everything was gonna be alright.

And so, the daydream faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the simple joy of being together. 

In the warm glow of the Christmas tree, with the gentle strumming of Jirou's guitar filling the room, the atmosphere at their holiday gathering felt joyous and cozy. Plates of festive treats adorned the coffee table, and the room was fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and pine. The common room was filled with the cheerful chatter and laughter of Class 1-A.

In a cozy open office adorned with twinkling lights, Jirou strummed a gentle melody on her guitar, the soft notes filling the room with warmth. Momo entered with a steaming mug of tea, carefully handing it to Jirou.

"Here you go, Songbird," Momo said with a smile, placing the mug on the coffee table next to Jirou.

"Thanks, Mo," Jirou replied, her voice soft as she adjusted her position on the couch, making room for Momo to sit beside her.

Mina and Tsu, seated on the floor with pillows around them, were holding their stomachs, laughing heartily at the "Christmas story" Jirou had just recounted about her "daydream" from their UA days.

"More like a nightmare!" Momo exclaimed with a playful eye roll, settling herself next to Jirou and wrapping her arms around Jirou's neck.

"You should've just asked me out sooner!" Jirou teased, leaning into Momo's embrace.

"You could've asked me out too!" Momo shot back with a grin.

"I was dropping hints!" Jirou defended herself with a laugh.

"Mo, your love language is gift-giving. It's hard to tell sometimes," Jirou explained with a chuckle, glancing at Mina and Tsu, who were still giggling.

"Oh," Momo replied, feigning surprise, before leaning in to kiss Jirou's cheek affectionately. "Sorry, Baby," Momo whispered teasingly, eliciting coos from Mina and Tsu at the adorable sight.

Jirou blushed furiously but couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of Momo's love and their shared history wrap around them like the cozy blankets draped over the back of the couch.

Meanwhile, Denki was trying to untangle himself from a mess of tinsel, while Sero and Kirishima were engaged in an animated debate about the best way to decorate a Christmas tree. Bakugo, reluctantly wearing a Santa hat, grumbled in the corner as he sipped on eggnog.

Todoroki and Sero seemed to be locked in an intense game of Smash Bros with Iida and Izuku with some of the others watching.

As the laughter and warmth filled the room, Jiro resumed playing her guitar, strumming a lively tune as everyone joined in singing their favorite holiday songs. The mood was light and joyous, Momo and Jiro exchanged glances filled with affection and happiness. Their rings sparkled in the festive light, in a moment that felt like the perfect ending to a beautiful love story.

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hungary race prediction for fun

P1: Lec (grand CHelem), P2: Ham (fought hard with charles, they changed places 16 times but Charles held off before the finish line every lap, the cool down room footage is just them laughing for 5 mins straight), P3: Alb (created the most spectacular drs train in history, everyone up to p7 was in 1s interval), P4: Tsu (drove a race of his life from p16, overtook 3636171819 cars - even those that weren't on track), P5: Zho (tactical battle with estie bestie from the start, tried playing drs chicken with him because val watched it all from behind and adviced him to do it, it worked out), P6: Oco (fought the car besides other drivers, it gave up on him 3 times but he always managed to restart it, otmar claimed it was a supplier part on the car and never their own), P7: Bot (had time to hairdressers mid race, added hot pink to his mullet), P8: Rus + 1 lap (tried to go for strategical 5d chess move, asked for full wets on a hot and dry track, it cost him a lot of timey he never recovered after), P20: Ver + 5 laps (pressed the drs button 50 times and effectively broke it, then broke the radio button as well much to audience's great relief and at the end broke put confirm button too so he pitted every other lap, running out of fresh tyres on lap 16), P21: Brad Pitt + 6 laps (slow)

Dnf: Ric (not enought fuel in the car), Hul (qualified p2 behind charles but haas' race pace was so horrible Gene Haas himself called to retire both cars immediately), Mag, Str (lost a mirror he never uses anyway, got black and orange flag, they couldn't find a new one and had to retire the car in pits), Gas (got a race ban mid race for his comments on the radio and had to retire the car in the pits)

Dns: Sar (said "freedom" on public and nobody saw him after, they didn't have time to get mick in the car instead and despite alex claiming he could drive both cars at once and still be faster than alpha tauri, fia didn't allow him), Per (the car cheated on him with a different driver in monaco so he deleted its number from his phone and ghosted it), Alo and Sai (fia changed the rules before the gp that no spanish drivers are allowed on the track so they are racing each other in the parking lot therefore making the cars unavailable for reserves, carlos ended up in the gravel, fernando won and claimed himself 33 times wdc after which team personnel said it was his bedtime and walked him into his motorhome)

I'm missing two people I can't seem to remember right now so they probably aren't important.

[srasdoesthings]

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Tsukasa pins and smoothens the carpet to the false balcony on one of their backdrops, slowly making way down each step of the staircase before rolling up the remaining span of fabric and attaching one of the machines Rui made to the roll. It was for the show they were to perform come next Saturday before they go on hiatus to focus on their new show.

He finds himself proud when he looks at the gadget. Rui was brilliant, coming with a way for the carpet to unfurl for when the reveal comes. It was dramatic and just wonderful, and it made Tsukasa excited for what his amazing mind would come up with for this show, given its more bombastic nature.

“Tsu-Ka-Sa-KUN!!!” Emu jumps on him from the back, locking his neck in an embrace and snuggling against him. 

“Ah- EMU!” Despite himself, Tsukasa finds himself laughing at her antics, spinning around to hear her giggle while playing up his dramatics. “I can’t breathe!”

“Yes you can, silly!” She holds him tighter, snuggling to his neck and-okay no he actually can’t breathe now-

“Emuuu” 

The girl pouts but giggles. All in good fun. She chooses to move her hold around his chest instead. “Okay, Okay, I’m sorry, Tsukasa-kun.”

He chuckles in kind, reaching to pat her head. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. Nothing I can’t handle!”

She grins, elated. “Hehe, of course! Tsukasa-kun is very strong! Hey, hey, carry me!” Emu maneuvers her way to his front, arms back to his shoulders as eyes plead with him to play along. And who was he to refuse.

With a less than audible grunt, Tsukasa grabs Emu by her waist and hoists her up, adjusting her to be comfortable. “There! How’s that?”

The girl was thrilled, hands clapping. “Amazing! Amazing! Tsukasa-kun is the best!”

“Oi, you two.” Nene walks by, arms full with a box filled with props. “We got a show to run, come on.”

“Ehhh, Nene-chan, no fun!” Emu pouts, but motions Tsukasa to set her down. 

“Yeah, no fun, Nene.” He can’t help but quip back. He walks to where she’d come from, and hefts up another prop box, carrying it backstage.

She stands by the box she sets down, waiting for him. “If you have time to talk, you have time to carry boxes, now come on.” Nene grabs him by the arm and drags him back to the box pile. Emu was carrying one now too. One by one, they return the prop boxes to storage. 

“Haaah, where’s Rui when you need him.”

“Script.” Nene reminds.

“Yeah, Kasa, he’s very busy making the magic magic story!” They were sitting on the stage now, the two girls leaning on him, the three exhausted. “Doing everything to make it all fuwaa fuwaa and bazaam!!!”

Tsukasa huffs out a laugh. “Yeah…Oh right, Nene, you’re finalizing the script right? How much is Rui making?”

The girl peeks up from between her bangs. “Rui’s just outlining major scenes and details he wants in the story, I think? Why’d you ask?”

“If we wanted to add something-”

“Eh? Do you have some ideas for the play?” Interrupting, Emu looks up at him too. Tsukasa pulls out his phone and opens his notes app.

“A few” He lets the girls read through his ideas, random things he’d typed out before bed. “It’s mostly schematics, but I wanted to run through it in case it affected the show.”

“The flying one,” Emu points out, lips jutting in a pout, confused. “Aren't we already doing that?”

“I was thinking of flying over the crowd. Make it seem more magical. By the way, do you think it would be better to have glittery or twinkling parts? I want to mimic fairy dust but am unsure of how to go about it.”

Nene “If you fall on a guest? Don’t want to cause the park any lawsuits.”

“Mm…That’s true.” 

“Still, it’s a good idea!‘ Emu smiles. “If we show it to Rui, then he can come up with something!”

“Heh, that guy would probably go “If that’s what Tsukasa-kun wishes~” Then break the laws of physics for it.” Nene perfectly imitates Rui, tilting her head just so, smiling only a little too wide, and eyes holding the tiniest bit of mischief. Emu giggles.

“He would, He would!”

“Guys.” the girls giggle and he can't help but smile, chest feeling light in the peaceful atmosphere. God he loved them. “Okay, what about the costume? Should it give a more sparkly or twinkly vibe?”

Nene pulls away for a bit, an easy smile on her face as she contemplates. Emu cocks her head to the side, cheek still pressed to his shoulder. “There’s a difference?”

“If we sparkle, then I was thinking about adding glitter or shiny fabrics so it seems normal at first but then…maybe we can shine light around it when we fly? And that can mimic the sparkling of the fairy dust. Though, it might be hard to get the lighting right, especially with how we’re meant to be flying around.”

Emu nods, going over the current plans for stage adjustments. “Mhm…We have lots of things for the construction bits, so it might add up and get too complicated…”

"Yeah. So I thought of maybe adding fairy lights into the costumes so it would twinkle. The only problem is it would make the costume bulky."

"What about lining the seams with it?" Nene traces the edge of his shirt, trying to visualize the wiring between cloth. Her brows furrow, and she sighs. "Not that great of a fix, but it's something." 

Tsukasa pinches at his sleeve edge (too lost in thought to notice Emu doing the same) and runs his fingers along the fabric. It could work. Will it be a pain? Absolutely. But it could happen. And Tsukasa was willing to make it happen. 

"Yes, that would be good." It will take a lot of trial and error, finding a way to let the light show up through the thicker fabric of his Peter costume (The Tinkerbell costume would probably be fine, as he planned for a few layers of tulle to give Emu an airy feel on stage. The light could be seen through them. He's sure… he'll have to check on that to be sure-) and the extra thickness with the seams may make it stiffer and harder to take off, which may slow him down during the monologue scene- 

But! He can push on to beat that. Maybe more or bigger openings so she could slip out of it easier? (Wait! If the seams are weighed down by the lights, won’t that affect the way it flows in the air-) No, no, he’ll figure something out! Maybe he’ll insert fishing lines to the seams too? If the hem is already uneven, maybe it’ll retain? The flowyness? (but if it doesn’t..? Agh, he’ll figure it out.)

…Does it even need to be inside the seam? Tsukasa bites his lip, trying to remember Nene’s wording. She just said line it, right? Not necessarily inside. He’s such an idiot. 

Just string along a few lights and then put it around areas with flaps. He doesn’t need to use the heavier duty string lights and he doesn't have to fiddle with the seams. He made it harder for himself for no reason!

“Tsukasa-kun?” He’s pulled out of his self-reprimanding by Emu, tugging at his sleeve. Nene looks at him in concern too, brows furrowed as she studies her expression. He went quiet for a bit, huh? 

Shaking his head, he files his solution for later. A small smile. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking about the costume, haha. Come on! We have other things to talk about. Like…” He scrolls to a different point. “Ah! Emu, this one is more of a stage thing.”

Her expression pinches slightly. Still, the girl leans over to read. “Oh! Rotatable ship?”

“Mhm. In the final moment, Peter grew older, right? We need to somehow make it so I can change, and we need to somehow include the room. So the ship would be outside for most of the show, until I sneak into the ship, take the journal and be surprised. And while I’m surprised, the ship turns and we’ll voiceover. Maybe Rui narrates Hook's diary while I change and I voice over my revelation?”

"Smart" Nene comments. A win for him. "There will be concerns about mobility though. We can't make the monologue go on for too long and rigging the ship so it can turn with ease is going to be complicated..." The girl trails off, deep in thought.

"Ah, so no then?" They can just employ curtains, that would be good too. 

Nene shakes her head though, leaning onto him more. "Nah, keep it. It'll be complicated, but we can try. You're going to give your all, it’s going to be the big moment of the play, might as well make it amazing. Besides,” She grins up at him teasingly, “It’s going to be so funny seeing you struggle to get change quickly.” 

It draws an abrupt giggle from Emu, making her hide her face against Tsukasa’s shoulder. “Hey!” He can’t help but find it funny too, though. The idea of him flailing about, trying to beat a timer. (He’ll definitely beat it! He’ll design a way to be quick!) “You’re always so mean to be, Nene” He pouts, earning a flick and an eye roll from the girl. 

Nene turns his phone towards her, scrolling through the other plans, absentmindedly biting at her lips as she reads. She hums at one of the items. “I like the idea of the screen.” 

“Ohh!” Emu stands up, jumping up and down in excitement. “That would be super duper cool! We can do cool transitions! And can make it seem much much more magical! Imagine how cool it would look at night!!!”

He smiles, happy they liked the idea. “Yeah, but there is the budget problem,” he can’t help but point out. They already were planning to go extra on costumes, and while Rui doesn’t use the budget for his inventions, they had non-negotiable props they had to commission. It can’t possibly stretch that thin. 

“I have my allowance-”

“No, Emu.” He sighs with Nene. 

“Then,” Emu smiles at them. At that moment, Tsukasa can’t help but see her in a different light. There was something in that smile. More mature, more understanding. And so, so loving. “I’ll ask for a raise in budget.” She grins at them.

“What?”.

“Raise!” She repeated. “I’m in charge of all the business stuffs, right? Then, I’ll do cool business things, make a proposal, and convince dad to let us add a screen to the stage.”

“For just one show?” He reminds.

“We can use it for future ones, too.” Nene argues. “Our shows already use a ton of technology, a screen in the backdrop would seem like a no-brainer.” 

“I guess…” 

“We really, really like it, Tsukasa-kun,” Emu stresses, with that wonderfully sweet smile. “It would be so cool! So It’s fine to try. Reach for the stars and all~” He hears, feels even, Nene huffing out a silent laugh against his shoulder. He smiles back at Emu.

“Yeah. Reach for the Stars.”

• • •

[justinewt]

Meet the Hayashi sisters - TOKYO GHOUL REWRITE OCs

[TOKYO GHOUL-MASTERLIST]

Do not use my character without my consent thanks <3

warning: any arts and pictures you’ll see are not mine (I found them on pinterest) and to portray my oc I took AI generated OC on Pinterest (CREDITS TO LILY/FREESIYA & V I R U S/HARSHXRYU), Junko and Rei are characters 100% created by me, Justine but the style of the bio has been inspired by the Tokyo Ghoul wiki and bios made by director Guillermo Del Toro <3

And PLEASE, you are all very beautiful as you are, DO NOT feel bad about my character’s body/weight/height/measurements or anything !! And you are all beautiful humans <3

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Hayashi Junko bio

INFORMATIONS

FIRST NAME: Junko

LAST NAME : Hayashi

JAPANESE NAME: 林淳子

ROMANIZATION: Hayashi Junko

MEANING OF NAME: 淳子 means “pure child” and 林 means "grove" or "forest"

ALIASES: Her main alias is The Chimera, or キメラ (kimera). It is unrelated to the look of her mask which is just meant to be creepy and show her unstable character. It is entirely about her condition as a chimera ghoul, having multiple kagunes (Chimera Ghouls have a 0.1% occurence)

Her second alias as a member of the Clowns is Three-face or 三つの顔 (San-tsu no kao), which some people thought echoed Uta's alias of No face but it's, again, all about showing her unstable character

SPECIES: Ghoul

STATUS: ALIVE

AGE: 16-17 (during flashbacks); 28-29 (Tokyo Ghoul; season 1 & 2); 31-33 (Tokyo Ghoul: RE; season 3 & 4); 38 (after the 6 years time jump)

GENDER: Female

DATE OF BIRTH: October 31, 1986 (28 BSBI)

HEIGHT: 172cm (5’7”)

BLOOD TYPE: B

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

NATIONALITY: Japanese

OCCUPATION: High School student (formerly); unemployed

AFFILIATIONS: Uta’s gang (formerly); the Kyoto massacre (her real name isn’t affiliated to the serial murders and mass killing that ensued, her alias The Chimera is); HySy ArtMask Studio; Clowns

WARD: 20th Ward (formerly); 4th ward

RC TYPE: Rinkaku and Koukaku // kakuja

RATING: SS+ (Multiple Special Class Investigators are needed)

FAMILY

RELATIVES: Unnamed parents (mother deceased before the start of the first season); they are direct descendants of the founder of the Confucian scholars' branch of the Hayashi clan, Hayashi Razan (1583–1657), as they are the granddaughters of the 10th Daigaku no Kami, Hayashi Gakusai (1833–1906), formerly Hayashi Noboru, head of the temple Yushima Seidō in 1867.

FRIENDS: Itori; Renji Yomo

LOVER: Uta

FAMILY HISTORY: The Hayashi are direct descendants of the founder of the Hayashi clan, Hayashi Razan, formerly known as Hayashi Nobukatsu, who also founded a clan school in the 1700s, which is nowadays a Confucian temple in Tokyo where the sisters’ parents often took them over the years. They raised their children in the Confucian philosophy, aiming to instil in them ancestor worship and ghoul-centered virtues for living a peaceful life. A phrase that they told the two girls often was “Do not do unto others what you would not want others to do unto you.”, which is the golden rule of Confucianism.

They are the great-great-great granddaughters of the 10th (and last) Daigaku no Kami, Hayashi Gakusai, formerly Hayashi Noboru, head of the temple Yushima Seidō in Tokyo in 1867. He died 80 years before Junko's birth and was the first to have a child with a ghoul, in 1860, unknowingly at first but with his Confucian philosophy, he eventually accepted her true nature as he loved her dearly. They set a trend in the family and their children married and had children with ghouls but hid their nature well and were very peaceful, so they never drew any unwanted attention to themselves. The Hayashi sister's father was first married to a human before meeting their mother and having them. He fell in love with a young human woman and tied the knot with her in 1955. She fell pregnant but the pregnancy killed her; she died basically eaten from the inside by her baby who didn't survive either and his wife and son died in 1957. He became greatly depressed after that, spending his days at the temple or at the graveyard until his good friend, whom he had gone to college with, the heir to the Tsukyama empire, Murimo Tsukiyama, offered him a job at his father's company.

He began working there in the early 60s and from then on, he didn't interact with human much and was often thought to be snobbish as he basically ignored and disregarded them. In 1978, he met a 23-year-old young woman, also a ghoul a she began working as a front desk attendant at the company he worked at. Despite being twice his age, the two grew closer and becama couple in the early 1980s, having their first child in 1986, a daughter, Junko. By then, he was a higher-up at the company and could provide for the family on his own so his wife decided to quit her job and become a stay-at-home mom. To her, her child was the most beautiful thing she could ever have in her life. That is why she named her “pure child”. The couple would often be invited over at the Tsukiyama manor for diner, and they presented their first child to them, a few months after she was born. As a child, Junko started displaying traits and behaviours that her parents for some reason overlooked. She never felt any guilt or remorse over eating human flesh and never thought it was strange to like the sight of blood. When she was 7 years old, her mother got pregnant again and gave birth to her younger sister, Riona and the arrival of this baby really forced their parents to admit to themselves that something was wrong with their eldest daughter. She wasn’t the pure baby they thought they had. Junko had a strong dislike for her sister from the start. She thought she looked weak, and viewed her as an enemy from the start.

As a child, Riona looked up to her sister and idolized her, worshipping the ground she walked on and following her around which annoyed Junko but her sister kept coming back even when she pushed her away and she realized she could do whatever she wanted with her so she made her do things for her, treating like a pet rather than her little sister. She was often told by her parents to be nicer to her sister but she was pretty convincing and always managed to get them on her side. When Riona was 6 and Junko 13, she pushed her sister down a flight of stairs and because they're ghouls, they heal quickly so she would do it multiple times a week, leaving enough times for her to heal before their parents saw it and doing it again. When she was 15 and Riona 8, one of Junko's classmates, whose younger brother was Riona's classmates, bullied Riona. Junko didn't take kindly to her toy being used by someone else so she got into a fight with the boy, breaking his nose and biting off his earlobe with her teeth. He was sent to the hospital. The Tsukiyama helped sweeping the whole thing under the rug and the boy was expelled while Junko was pulled out of school by her parents and began being homeschooled by her mother. One evening that same year, she hunted down the boy and stalked him and cornered him in an alleyway where she tear off his tongue so he couldn't scream and began torturing him, eating him alive and disemboweling him.

Around the same time she began hearing about things happening in the 4th ward and thought it sounded pretty cool and entertaining. There was a ruthless gang that basically ruled the area. She wanted to know about it and see it for herself so she tried to find a way to get their attention. She was from the 20th ward and no one had ever heard of her there so the moment she stepped there and began hunting there, she stuck out like a sore thumb and became a target of the gang since it was their hunting grounds. That's also when she was first called the Chimera as no one ever told her it was strange for a ghoul to have two kagunes. Until then she had no idea. The rumour of a "chimera" ghoul hunting in the 4th ward spread quickly because she would attack other ghouls but leave them alive so it could get to the gang members and leader. After the second attack, she also began cannibilizing the ghouls she attacked, eating flesh from their thighs, arms and bellies. It tasted gross compared to human meat but it was fun to her and she kept doing it. By the time Uta finally caught up with her - it took a few weeks because during the day she was in the 20th ward and no one knew so at first he thought people were fucking with him and he murdered those telling him there was a chimera ghoul and he shut them up saying it didn't exist and he thought it must have a lone ghoul attacking people and ghouls at night -, she had attacked and cannibalized half a dozen ghouls and almost ate and killed twice as many humans.

They faced off one day and showed to be of equal strength until she showed her two kagunes which shocked the gang members and only further picked Uta's curiosity. No one had ever seen a chimera ghoul. There she met Yomo, who was the one to step in and put an end to the fight when it was clear neither Junko nor Uta was going to prevail and he talked Uta into allowing Junko to join the gang. She became a member that night and didn't go back home which got her parents incredibly worried. Her mother was worried for her eldest daughter's safety while her father was more worried for the humans, and other ghouls, of wherever she had ran off to. Riona was only 9 and didn't really know what was going on. Their father spoke with the Tsukiyama patriarch, and his old friend, Mirumo and they sent men working for their organization to look for Junko. The orders were clear: look for her, find her whereabouts but DO NOT engage. She was young but they knew she was ruthless and a chimera which already made her a threat, even to older ghouls.

A week later, it was brought to Mirumo's attention that a chimera ghoul was wrecking havoc with the 4th ward gang. He asked them to confirm if it was Junko and they did; it was her, and from what they were told, she was close to the gang's leader and right arm. Her mother desperately wanted her daughter back and asked her husband to find a way to bring her home but Mirumo and him decided against it and left her to her own device, thinking that, eventually, she would be caught by the CCG and they would put an end to the threat she was but less than a year later, as Junko turned 17, her mother ventured in the 4th ward. By then, the CCG was actively searching for the ghoul they had nicknamed "the Chimera", alrealy labelled a SS+ ghoul, having no idea it was a teenager who. They knew of her cannibal tendencies and speculated she must have a kakuja as well though there was yet to be a report of her using it in combat. By then, her Rc cells level was SO high that her kakugan couldn't be turned off anymore.

Her mother was brought to Uta and Junko one night after letting herself be captured and she pleaded with her daughter. The latter turned a deaf ear to her mother's words and began attacking her, activating her kakuja at some point, shocking her mother. She destroyed her body to the point her mother had to crawl on the ground to move. She also crushed her spine, completely losing it. That evening, her father noticed his wife's absence and instantly knew where she must have gone off to. He went there with a few other men and found Junko's murdering her own mother. She didn't listen to him as he tried to talk to her, her kakuja having already gotten to her too badly and she murdered, on her own, her father and his detail. When CCG agents showed up, the gang members either managed to flee or were killed. Yomo and Uta watched the fight from a rooftop because Uta refused to leave and if he couldn't fight he was gonna watch. Junko's face was already kind of covered by her kakuja and the fight lasted half an hour but she killed the special agents and fought until exhaustion where she just collapsed to the ground and was picked up by Yomo. The fight and use of the kakuja had taken a toll on her body and mind and it took a while for her to recover.

The gang lied low for the next year or so. Riona was 10 when the massacre of the 4th ward happened and was taken in by the Tsukiyama and raised alongside Shuu and his cousin. Meanwhile Uta and Junko got into a relationship. She controlled her kakuja better too but at Yomo's advice, rarely used it, almost never really. By the time the trio entered their early 20s, the gang was no more and they kind of settled down. By the time they were in their mid 20s, Uta now had his mask shop, Yomo began working and helping the Anteiku and their friend Itori had her bar. Junko lived a carefree life, staying home, sometimes being a special guest at the Ghouls' restaurant. She was almost royalty among the Ghouls for the rarity of her condition, a chimera ghoul who also had a kakuja, but she was also greatly feared and people treaded lightly around her and being Uta's muse. She also struck a deal with the Anteiku, promising not to cause another massacre in any other ward and they thought she realy held up her end of the deal but really she was a member of the Clowns with Uta.

PERSONALITY : Like her sister and Uta, she has a very nice way of speaking and seems friendly when you meet her but the smile on her face quickly becomes creepy. She is very manipulative and a great liar and doesn't show remorse. She used to abuse her sister when the latter was a child, manipulating and gaslighting her. She lacks empathy and doesn't care about anyone but herself and is unfazed by most things. As a teenager, she was savage and sadistic and liked to see other ghouls fight each other - the fights were always very violent - and she showed to be brutal and ruthless, torturing someone for the first time when she was just 14, before eating him alive. It was fun to her.

Like Uta, she is quite hedonistic and sadistic in nature, which is probably why they got along so well and grew closer quickly, feeding off each other's inner chaos. Despite all this, she can show concern for others, though you gotta take it with a grain of salt. She shows genuine concern for Uta, for example when he fights Yomo. She had fun watching the fight but was very worried about him at the end as Yomo carries him on his back. She also sometimes shows concern for her sister, which does not erase the fact she abused her, but for example, the first human she ever tortured and ate was a boy that bullied Riona in junior high school and there are times when she fought with other ghouls, Junko would watch, until she was no longer entertained which happened when her sister got hurt. She would instantly step in and brutally kill the other ghoul.

Her relationship with Uta was ironically the least toxic of all the relationships she ever had - though being the only romantic one - because Uta and Junko see themselves as equal and never abused each other but their relationship was quite peculiar but it worked for them. Uta had a sort of eye fetish so when she played with her victims and then killed the, she would pluck their eyes out with her own fingers and bring them to Uta. She sometimes bit his lip when they kissed, just to taste his blood and they also sometimes bit flesh off each other, basically eating each other which aroused them.

Unlike Uta, she didn't develop this personality because of traumas or hardships she might have gone through in her childhood or things she witnessed, because her family was rather well off, though not wealthy like the Tsukiyama. She was just born like that and it got worse when her sister was born which seemed to be the trigger for her violent and abusive tendencies. She actually suffers - it doesn't really feel like suffering to her - from antisocial personality disorder. Because of the disorder, and the fact she remains undefeated among ghouls, she never learns from negative experiences and remains the same. Only after Uta kind of changes his views of the world does she question her behavior. She agrees to let others support her and though the lack of actual empathy remains, she manages her condition better and improved her behavior and her relationship with Riona and she reduced the harm she put her through.

APPEARANCE : Junko is a beautiful woman to the point it is almost creepy and the smile that always stretches her lips is just as scary and intimidating. In Tokyo Ghoul, she has mid-back lenght hair. In RE, and the time skip, her hairstyle has changed, adding bangs similar to that her sister had in S1 & 2 (her sister actually started letting her bangs grow out when Junko got hers) and her hair now reached the very bottom of her back. She also has tattoos all over her body, like Uta (see post time skip pic, she got them in her mid 20s)

Junko always dresses in black and her regular clothes are a turtleneck, with long sleeves, black pants and she always goes out with sunglasses to hide her eyes because her kakugan is constantly on (Because of her chimera nature, her RC level was naturally higher when she was born but her inability to turn it off came about when she started actively cannibalizing and stopped eating humans altogether - funfact: Uta greatly enjoyed/enjoys watching her fight and eat other ghouls). At home she always wears a black, kimono-like robe, with of course nothing underneath. It goes on to show how provocative she wants to be in private, because she is also dressed like that when people run into her when coming to see Uta. It amuses her to see them being embarrassed and awkwardly try to keep looking at her face. And, really, she couldn't be bothered to get dressed for any other reason than having to go outside.

Hayashi Riona bio

INFORMATIONS

FIRST NAME: Rei

LAST NAME : Hayashi

JAPANESE NAME: 林凛桜

MEANING OF NAME: 凛 means "dignity, majesty, awe-inspiring" and 桜 means “cherry blossom”

ALIAS: The doll (it's the only mask on which Uta didn't work alone, he made it, sculpted/painted the flowers but Junko painted the "makeup")

SPECIES: Ghoul

STATUS: Alive

AGE: 16 (flashback//Tokyo Ghoul Days); 21-22 (Tokyo Ghoul; season 1 & 2); 23-24 (Tokyo Ghoul: RE; season 3 & 4); 31 (after the 6 years time jump)

GENDER: Female

DATE OF BIRTH: May 4th, 1993 (21 BSBI)

HEIGHT: 168cm

BLOOD TYPE: O

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

NATIONALITY: Japanese

OCCUPATION: College student (formerly); Violonist; Peacekeeper

AFFILIATIONS: Tsukiyama family; Anteiku; Ghoul Restaurant (defected); Kaneki's group (formerly); Goat (formerly); United front; TSC

WARD: 4th ward (formerly); 21st Ward; 20th Ward (temporarely)

RC TYPE: Koukaku

RATING: S- (Equivalent to the ability of an average Associate Special Class Investigator)

FAMILY

RELATIVES: Unnamed parents (mother deceased before the start of the first season); Mirumo Tsukiyama (father-in-law)

FRIENDS: Ken Kaneki; Renji Yomo; Kanae Von Rosewald, the Anteiku crew

LOVER: Shuu Tsukiyama (to whom she's actually engaged in Tokyo Ghoul, gets married the year before RE, gets pregnant by the 4th season and gives birth to their son in the first year of the time skip, their son is already 6 after it, when he was around 4, they welcomed their second child, another son. // unlike them, Junko has no desire of ever having children and neither does Uta)

PERSONALITY : The Confucian philosophy greatly influences Riona's character. She comes off as a gentle and friendly young woman. She always has a sweet smile stretching her lips, and seems efortlessly elegant. She's also actually nice, caring and trustworthy and even though she is Shuu's fiancé, and Junko's sister, she's not manipulative and deceiving at all but that doesn't mean she's an open book either. People she interacts with and befriends always feel like they know her and easily see through her when they really don't. She's stronger than she lets on, though still weaker than the likes of Junko or Uta, for example.

She's also very selfless and puts Shuu's needs before hers. The latter had poor control over his emotions, with intense outbursts or "meltdowns" and she was always the one who had to deal with him. She showed great patience in those moments. He would always then gets to his knees and cry, his arms around her waist. She wouldn't react to him until he stopped and would just stand there.

In the early days of Tokyo Ghoul, she was pretty much like this already though she was less confident but again, she never showed it. During her adolescence, she was more self-conscious because she wasn't sure that the feelings she had for Shuu were reciprocate and she also felt unworthy of him reciprocating her feelings because she felt inferior to him because though she lived in the Tuskiyama's manor, she didn't feel like Shuu's equal. His father had only become her guardian since she became an orphan after her parents' murder and despite the ancient history of her family, the wealth they might have had had been watered down through the generations.

At the time, Shuu had trouble understanding other people's emotions - he viewed their only human friend, Chie Hori, as a pet - but he did care about Riona as she was one of the only people he valued. Knowing this made her feel better and realize he had actually always viewed her as a friend and equal. They even began dating when they were around 16 and Shuu's intetions were very clear from the beginning. He intended to marry her and after telling his father of their relationship, Mirumo Tuskiyama betrothed the two teenagers. They married when they turned 18 and began going to college.

Since that time, he wasn't well-liked by their classmates and other ghouls for his kind of haughty behavior and on the contrary, Riona was very well-liked by both classmates and professor and people really wanted to be her friend but she rarely hung out with anyone other than Shuu and Hori.

Regarding her sister, Riona has become quite scared of Junko. When she was younger, she idolized her and basically worshiped the ground she walked on despite the fact that throughout her childhood, she was abused both physically and mentally by Junko but she kept coming back to her. This toxic relationship "stopped" when Junko was forced to leave Tokyo. Riona was 12 or 13 at the time. Even as an adult, Riona is still fearful of Junko and she hides behind the power that's carried by the Tsukiyama name. Maybe the treatment she suffered at her sister's hand is the main reason for her overly selfless and nice personality as an adult. When Junko came back to Tokyo, and let her sister know, Riona became quite paranoid, never feeling at ease - she was right to be on her guards because Junko spent most of her days stalking her when Riona was still in college. It was so much that sometimes, at the end of the day, she broke down in tears, comforted by Shuu, telling her he and his family would keep her safe.

APPEARANCE : Rei is a really pretty young woman, just slightly shorter than her older sister. Her kakugan isn't always on, unlike Junko, and her eyes are grey. She has long black hair and until the end of Tokyo Ghoul season 2, she also has blunt bangs which by the end of it turn into curtain bangs as she bleaches one side of her hair, giving this dual black and white look. During the year before Tokyo Ghoul: RE, her sister cuts similar bangs so Rei ditches hers and let them grow out, regularly bleaching her roots to. She sticks to that look until the 6-year long time skip where she stops bleaching her hair after doing it for four years as it's damaging it and she was pregnant by the end of RE so she stopped. She goes back to plain black hair and most often wears them in a low bun.

Regarding her clothes, in Tokyo Ghoul, her regular outfit consists of a black mao neck jacket with gold buttons and black dress pants, she also sometimes wears a black yukata with flowers or a form fitting black dress when going to the Ghoul restaurant. By the end of Tokyo Ghoul and throughout Tokyo Ghoul: RE, her style seems less elegant. She wears a black zipped hoodie with white kanji on the left sleeve. After the time skip and becoming a mother, she starts wearing blouse dresses.

After the timeskip, she's just 31, while her sister is pushing 40 but when the two are around each other, people mistake the sisters for twins though they are 7 years apart, as they look like they're the same age which is because Rei does not cannibalize other ghouls unlike her sister, who has managed to look almost 10 years younger after exclusively and regularly eating ghouls since her late teens.

[saganssorcery]

Hiii girl. It's Tsu Myat again. I want to request you a reading because I feel like I'm kinda lost.

My question is "Is my future spouse the one who I think he is?"

I've been seeing a lot of 11:11 and 22:22 lately. I watched a lot of spouse readings from different channels from YouTube and they all give me the same answer.

Thank you,girl. I appreciate you giving time for my reading<33 Hope you're having a good day!

Hello! You have drawn the Knight of Pentacles and The World. Both of these cards flew out of the deck today. It looks as if Tarot is indicating that whoever the Knight of Pentacles is, is likely your future spouse. To narrow this person down, does this person sound like the person you have in mind? The knight has a very stable personality, he is a cautious but hard worker, out of all of the knights this is the one you can rely on. He might be accused of being overly cautious planning for the worst when the going is good, but he will be the first person everybody comes to if shit hits the fan, so to speak. He is a good planner, knows how to plan for the future and is methodical. He might appear somewhat boring on the surface but hidden beneath is a man who deeply cares about their family and close friends and has likely got some very interesting hobbies behind the scenes. It is likely showing an Earth sign or someone with heavy earth placements, think Taurus, Virgo or Capricorn.

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[bigfpefan]

hello!! my name is Tsu, but I also go by Ryou!! I also don't mind if you just call me gugh :3 i use he/they nd i am a minor !! on tiktok i go by the same tag as this blog!! (bigfpefan)

This blog revolves around Fundamental Paper Education, and my OCs for the fandom!!:D To be specific, they're Mister Tack, Mister -----(he doesnt have a name yet but i love him), and Lino!!! Mister noname and Lino haven't been properly introduced though :3

i'll post a few things about Mister Tack in a bit once I put my watermark on it aha (tiktok gave me trust issues)

this isn't meant to be a roleplay acc but maybe i'll post a few things in my OCs' POV!! And I also wholeheartedly accept roleplay asks I love them alot just be sure to clarify that they're rp :33 so I guess I could say this is half a rp acc?

erm rules or something

proshippers do not friend (or just dni if possible) !! dont int w me i wont int with you .same goes for any other problematic labels (lolicon/shotacon, comshipper, etc. ion like u guys but its not like ill go and outright harass yall. ill proaly block u guys tho) . ages, 20+ does make me uncomfy but its not like i'll disintegrate if u guys int

PLEASE dont be weird about mister tack./gen . it makes me uncomfortable . i might not tell you if you do since i'm not good at confrontation .

same goes for my other OCs.

thats all!! ty:3

-Tsu

[tayloralison]

Google vault puzzle and there's 89 variations of the puzzle all answers are on twitter and all together 33m puzzles need to be completed (so like 371k people completing all 89 puzzles each to view the vault tracks) it's most likely because she's born in 1989 and is 33 years old rn and then she posted a regular vault video but it only has one code "!tsu"l which is either "lust!" or "slut!" (We're all hoping for slut) and the tn intern is actually on fire with their tweets and replies during all this lol

Oooh!! Thank you friend omg I don't have the puzzle yet on google