#yuki attempts at singing

[profic-mafuyu]

oh dear me? actually singing? that cant be- /s

[nabitsun]

— SPINE BREAKER shy! choso x fem reader

᭝ synopsis : who knew you just needed good dick from a shy boy to lose that attitude.

᭝ tags : smut & little angst? uni (both in their 20s), reader is kind of a minx but you'll pick that up.. (well, all reader's friends are), oral sex (f), pussyjob, unprotected (pull out game 10/10), uhh sweet choso duh <3

᭝ wc : 11.5 K

᭝ notes : t'was supposed to be a one-scene typa oneshot but got carried away - blame it on choso. (i remixed that shit 4 times)

"shoko.."

"what is it?"

"no need to put these under my nose i've told you, i'm not coming." you slap her hand away gently, she's holding two entries for a random party in town.

"oh but you will." she smiles.

you know you will, you always do.

"c'mon i have two entries? i can't waste them."

"exactly, ask yuki to come with you."

"she also bought two entries, she's already coming with someone else."

you give her a quizzical look,

"i don't know any better, she didn't say."

"she's probably inviting aoi over again, God.. another reason to not come.." you shake your head at the sole thought of the man.

"who's that?" she says, switching up outfits in front of her as she ponders in front of the mirror.

"y'know that meathead eccentric guy who's like, super fan of her,"

"ohh, that one.." she hums in thoughts "mh, i doubt it though. the last time he was here, he didn't leave with that same smug face. if he keeps getting into trouble the way he does, I doubt she'll invite him back."

she's referring to the last time yuki invited aoi to one of these parties, not to sugarcoat anything but he definitely learnt the hard way to not be an arrogant show off.

"i hope not." you mumble

"stop trying to find excuses. you're coming with me, we're gonna have a good time, end of story."

you let out a crude laugh, "let me rephrase. you're gonna have a good time, and i am gonna get bored out of my mind." you can see her roll her eyes, "i don't even see the point of going there."

"because you don't try to have fun."

"if trying to have fun implies rubbing myself on some smelly drunk strangers with shitty ass songs in the background, then yeah i'd rather not try."

"you're no fun, it's not that bad."

"it's not that bad until you reach your fifth drink" you quick back as you cross your arms over your chest as if to withdraw from this endless battle that you know, will defeat you.

"aren't you being a little dramatic, now?" shoko barely looks at you with raised eyebrows. she knows as well as you do that beyond her tolerance limit she's no longer controllable, which is why you've spent many nights taking her home and trying - as best you could - to bring her back safe and sound. she won't admit it though.

you dismiss the (probably) rhetoric question, "since yuki's coming, why do you want me to go so bad?"

"what a silly question." she sighs as if she'd heard a child say the most gullible nonsense, "i like having you around, that is all."

"something is tellin' me you don't wanna end up third wheeling," you sing song.

"shut up.. you're coming anyway." she avoids your stare and lets out a heavy sigh, "you like the blue one?" she twirls the dress on its hanger around and turn over to face you, she tilts her head on the side as if to weight your future answer.

"i like the purple better."

"that's what i was thinking.."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

being confided in the car with a loquacious shoko didn't help the growing headache you felt in the back of your skull. it had been a tough week.

your exams were approximately in a week and just thinking about it actively made your head hurt even more, and your throat tightened with culpability.

"hey, don't die on me now." shoko glares at you from the side as she's driving to the house. you feel her checking you multiple times.

"i'm fine," you sigh, rubbing your temples in an attempt to soothes the growing pain – that eventually worsened when shoko suddenly hit the brakes, a bit too abruptly to your liking, at a stop sign.

"girl, you either need a good night sleep or some good dick." she clicks her tongue, "look at you," she emphasizes by shaking her head as if the sole sight was too much for her.

"focus on not getting us crashed already."

"i'm serious though, you want some water?"

"no–no, i told you i'm okay." you look ahead of you, resting your head against the headrest for some support ; flashes of cars and traffic lights interacting in the night, "you drive like shit though."

"wow. okay, you'll show me how much of a good driver you are when you'll drive me back tonight, yeah?" she chuckles, taking a second turn on a new avenue.

"having you drunk in the back of the car is a constant fight of trying to not make you throw everything up, of course i have to drive nicely."

you see your friend nodding as she taps her fingers on the steering wheel, apparently at loss of words.

"mhm, thanks?"

you relax back with a content smile, "i prefer that,"

the house is not so far from your respective apartments, also not far from your university, which is around a fifteen minutes drive.

you can't really be mad at shoko for dragging you to those places ; the kind of places where she often ends up with a grain of lucidity to keep her half upright, while all the rest of her cognition makes her look like a psychotic out of an asylum. and even though you're practically always the one driving her back to her place, it doesn't exclude the fact that you need this sometimes.

despite your complaints of not wanting to go with her – for various reasons that you listed prior, but also because of your upcoming exams that are sucking the energy directly out of you – you still kind of look forward to the evening, if you're being honest. it gives you the opportunity to sit back and suspend the course of time for an evening, as ephemeral as it is.

the car stops at a red light as you think back to shoko's words, back in her room.

"yuki still didn't tell you about her special guest ?" you mindlessly ask as you fix your makeup by looking in the mirror of the sunshade, curling your eyelashes with the edge of your index to fix them.

"nope, i might have an idea though.." she pauses, you don't say anything as you wait for her to continue, "you know that guy she hangs out with sometimes? she's not like always with him but i don't think she'd invite anyone else, knowing her.."

"what guy?" you frown, you close the sunshade to look at her.

"uhh, black hair, pale skin, really quiet too. one of those snobs who behaves like termites by staying in their hole, you know. i don't even think i've ever talked to him, or seen him talk for that matter." she squints her eyes to reminisce old memories but the sudden shift of color on the traffic lights makes her focus back on the road.

"like what? a sorta depressed emo boy or something?" you scoff.

she laughs, out of mockery for your credulity it seems, "pretty close. but he's really.. the nerdy type y'know? the type to sit there and not say a word unless spoken to about some stupid nerdy shit, i guess."

"as long as he doesn't talk about fuckin' uni or something like that tonight, i'm good." you sigh at the thought as you close your eyes, clearly ignoring the silent warnings in her eyes.

"oh girl, you're such a fucking minx."

you ignore her offense when you continue your interview, "why would she invite him though? i mean why would he even come?"

"why did you?"

you keep silent.

"exactly," she states, "now keep your curiosity to yourself, you're about to find out."

after a few bends leading to the far end of town, you then remark the students crowding the lawn, stepping everywhere as some of them walk to the entry of the house.

no wonder you had to pay entries to get to some crackhead student party – you understood when you saw the size of the house and how many people there was. you silently hoped there was no one around as they would probably spend one hell of a night.

"not too far, i don't wanna have to carry you fifty meters tonight." you warn as shoko tries to find a good parking spot.

she sends you a hard glare and mumbles something inaudible that almost sounds like an insult. she seems to comply anyways as she parks not to far from the entry.

you were met with fresh air as you stepped outside the car, the extremities of your skin growing cold as well as your bare legs barely warming up with the strides you were taking. it was only eight in the afternoon and yet, you already saw wobbly people trying to walk their way out of the house. the two of you approach the path leading to the house, hearing the music as it gradually intensifies.

"there," shoko throws the car keys to you as you catch them hardly in your hands, "in case i lose them during the evening, you're in charge." you don't say anything, you'll have to drive back home anyways.

the calm atmosphere of an april evening was replaced without much transition as you walked past the open doors. the lights of the traffic lights now seemed far less stimulating in comparison to the sight in front of you. and paradoxically, your headache had disappeared, making you guess it was indeed, shoko's driving.

shoko turned around and took your hand to lead you through the numerous ponds of people hovering the place, talking, singing, dancing or even making out grossly. your steps grew heavier – whether from the combined heat of everyone weighing down on you or the vibrations of the boosted bass – it felt as if you were clearly reaching the pit of hell, both physically and symbolically.

and you could feel that with every steps forward, requiring the unsolicited touch of people brushing past you. the odors coming on play for less than a few seconds to merge with your own scent, just to disappear as soon as it entered past your nostrils. the lights changing from blue to purple to pink or even red, reflecting on the few skin shoko was showing with her slip dress as she was leading the way.

to say you were getting overstimulated was understandable. it was like getting thrown into a pit with only hungry lions to face; and with that dramatic metaphor you noted that the first lion you'd have to fight tonight, was the woman in front of you.

once you both reached what seemed to be the main saloon – though it was hard to decipher with the ton of people and the lack of furniture, beside some occupied couches. you didn't even know who was hosting the party to be fair, it seemed to change every other week like some sort of competition of who's gonna have the privilege to clean the big mess next morning – although you'd guess they probably have someone to do just that.

you were so focused on the environment you didn't even see the golden shadow passing by when a pair of fingers snapped you out of your illusion.

"you look like it's your first time at the zoo."

by the tone and voice you wouldn't even need to turn around. yuki looks at you with crossed arms in a sleeveless black turtleneck and flare jeans with a hint of a smile – out of friendliness or amusement, you didn't know.

"definitely feels like it," you smile back as you reach out to embrace her, which she welcomes.

"i see, shoko brought you here just to be her cab home then hm?" she tilts her head ignoring the way shoko snapped her head in her direction.

"hey don't say that! i wanted her company t–"

she gets interrupted by a loud noise, not seemingly coming from the music but by someone who just seemed to crash down on a wooden coffee table – one of the furniture you had such a hard time to see apparently because some people decided to stand on it. both girls in front of you roll their eyes almost in sync.

"well, looks like the alcohol's kicking in. you're coming with me?" yuki addresses to shoko and you.

"yeah i need to get something, i don't like how aware i am right now." shoko shakes her head in disapproval of the events.

the three of you approach the kitchen, where all the drinks stand upright and ready to use like weapons of war laid out on a table.

you don't venture into drink design, preferring to leave it to shoko or yuki, who apparently know best what they're doing since they're arguing over whether pineapple or cranberry would be more suitable to mix with vodka. once the ingredients are mixed, you all take a sip to mark the start of your evening.

"ew what the–" your body shudder lightly from disgust as you lower your hand over the counter, "tastes like piss seriously.." you whine and look at the wrongdoer.

"told you pineapple was a bad choice." yuki restates, but she's ignored by shoko, who takes the cup from your hand and pours the contents into her own cup.

"fuckin' alcoholic.." you breathe out in amusement.

"i paid for these, might as well make it worth my while." shoko rejoins and it makes you think..

"hey yuki, talking about entries, where's your guest?"

she takes another sip before answering through the music as she leans over, "he told me he wanted to use the bathroom, he went upstairs i think but.." she looks around, ".. i don't see him around, maybe he's stuck in there or something." she shrugs as if it were the most banal piece of information.

you naturally frown at the answer and at her lack of interest as to where her friend might be, so does shoko as she flicks yuki's forehead – earning an annoyed grunt from her victim.

"you can talk about me, you don't even care about your friend."

"he's a dude girl, if he's staying up there there's a reason. i'm sure he's fine," she shrugs once again with round eyes devoid of any remorse.

as they continue to argue mindlessly you sneak your hand on the counter, gliding it across the surface to grab discreetly yuki's cup, probably much tastier with cranberry, and retrieve it back to walk away and leave them to their incessant vindictive promises.

you're sure when you come back they'll still be on their feet – at least you'd like to put this much faith in them – as you rush through agglutinated people to get past the stairs. you don't really know why you're going, maybe you could say he picked your interest ; the thought of a guy like him in the middle of the evening just reminds you of a lamb around a horde of wolves.

you take a couple more sips from your cup and climb the stairs, squeezing past a heated couple making out in the middle of it. you follow down the corridor to find a multitude of doors, and one at the end of it that would be the perfect prototype of the bathroom at the end of a corridor. once you reach it you lean in to rest your ear against the door, trying to gauge potential noises, but nothing.

you smooth your denim skirt down and readjust your purse on your shoulder. you knock once, then twice – over the music you're practically not able to hear your own knocking – until your press your fingers down on the locker slowly, peeking through the door but you're only welcomed with pitch black.

maybe he just got lost among people, or maybe he was one of the ones you saw vomiting their guts out outside – which is less probable, but not impossible. you don't really feel like acting like a detective and exploring every nook and cranny, for fear of also finding yourself in front of people fucking in one of the rooms, so you prefer to turn back on your heels, giving up on the mission you thought would spark up your evening a little bit.

but it doesn't really go as planned actually. as you walk back towards the stairs, you notice a door open ajar, as if to let in a trickle of air, so you don't pay it much attention, but it's only when you start to look away that you see the previously motionless shadow, move.

it's quite honest to think that it's the first effects of the alcohol that are starting to take effect, a blurry vision in addition to poor lighting – results are not promising. you pause in your steps once more, tightening your fingers around your cup as you tilt your head so that you can look through the doorway without acting too much like a voyeur.

that's when you see him. rather tall figure standing up with the major help of big boots, black trousers with a black shirt – or maybe the colors are tainted by the darkness of the room, barely lit up by an amber light. and you do notice the signature buns with a few strands falling on his forehead.

his movements are so ever delicate you're having a hard time to decipher if the stability of your vision is playing tricks on you, or if it's really the slowness of his movements. one of his hands reaches over the shelf, he grabs a book and opens it. so careless.

"didn't know you were also a creep." you open the door without warning, with your cup in a hand and it makes you think that you probably look like some drunken mess barging in a room.

he drops the book on the ground.

"fuck!" his panicked eyes dart to you, pretty purplish eyes, "i'm sorry— shit. i didn't mean to pry." he picks up the book from the ground, bending his knees to grab it softly.

"if anything, i was the one prying." you comment, entering the room. and.. oh? what a sight you're welcomed with. it's a crime to not have seen this man on campus before – or maybe that's his crime to decide to stay inside his room with such a pretty face. his eyebrows are still brought near the center of his forehead, a faint look of worry that doesn't seem to disperse as the seconds pass.

it's also shoko's crime not to have mentioned the few silver jewels adorning his lips and eyebrows, or the charcoal mark layered upon his nose and spread horizontally along the length, covering both cheeks. and maybe there's another crime to add to your list when his tired eyes look away from you, trying to find some sort of distraction, anywhere but on you.

"i wasn't doing anything, i swear." his voice is coated with the sweetest tones though it's deeper than you'd expected – such a contrast with his face.

"careful, there's no better way to appear guilty than with this sentence." and you swear you can see a light frown on his face. you take a couple more steps towards him, he stands still, the book still in his hand as it's closed and tightly wrapped around his fingers.

you reach for the book lazily, and you take good care to not try any brusque movements. it's like you're walking on thin ice and you just start to realize how quieter it got in the room, with the buzzing of music barely heard and a few people chanting way too far.

he doesn't even try to fight it, the book slips past his fingers easily as you grab it, "The Picture Of Dorian Gray". classic. he looks down at you silently, a bit too long as if he's realized something.

"are you planning to come down?"

he shoves his hands in his pockets, shifting part of his weight on one foot in a slightly awkward manner, "i don't really feel like it."

"why is that?" you put the book right in the empty space, where you guess it previously was, squished between the other books.

"i don't really enjoy.. this." he nods to the door.

"what do you enjoy then?"

he runs his tongue over his piercing, wetting his lips and smothering the silver ring with it in the process as he ponders, then locks eyes with you finally.

"not parties at least."

"mhm, i would've guessed."

the room was strangely not that big compared to the house, a very sober room that must have been for guests, at least no personal decorations were visible. you approached the window to watch the racket outside and you found yourself glad to be upstairs at the sight.

"yuki was getting worried though." you know it's not true, but you're trying your best, you really are.

he turns around to face you, still not moving an inch from his initial position though, "oh so you're one of yuki's friend? the one she said would come?"

"it depends on whether she talked about a little pain in the ass or a cheeky cynic."

"she used the term.. « bothersome minx », if i recall."

you chuckle softly and put your cup down on the windowsill, gliding it on the side as you turn to look at him. he eyes you up and down, tapping his fingers along his thighs and you're not sure if you are in good shape due to the previous consumption or if he's just being the analytical man he's known to be.

"what's your name?"

"choso."

"choso.." you introduce yourself as well, he repeats your name just the same, "wanna sneak out?"

"what do you mean? like right now?"

"yeah, why not? i mean you can stay in that room as long as you want but i doubt you'll have much fun." he turns his head to glance at the door lazily, gauging the proposal.

"what are we gonna do?"

"i don't know, we'll see." you shrug with a smile and you're not sure if playing the russian roulette with him is gonna get you anywhere but you're too interested to play it safe.

"hm, i want to be back for yuki though, she's gonna need a ride home."

"you will." you say simply, but choso raises his eyebrows, waiting for more based arguments rather than a simple affirmation. so you continue,

"we can just take the car, drive for a couple of minutes and you'll be back here before you even notice."

there's a few seconds of silence where you both look at each other, expecting an answer. he sighs, lowering his head and you think he's about to decline your invitation but..

"alright, but just for some time."

you can't help but grin widely, you eagerly dig in your purse for the car keys shoko gave you and take quick steps towards the exit. as you wait for him on the doorstep you see him take a few strides, but towards the windowsill where you previously were standing. he grabs the drink you left dismissively, his jacket on the bed, and throws your empty cup in the bin just in the corner of the room as he walks back towards you.

he smiles gently at you and closes the door behind the two of you.

you practically had to fight your way through the crowd waiting for you downstairs. you thought the hardest part would be getting through to the front door, but once outside you found yourself in a quandary as you had to tiptoe to avoid stepping on any garbage, sticky liquids or dead drunks on the lawn.

choso asked you if you were able to take the wheel, you told him yes, of course – you'd only had one drink that had barely shaken you. he insisted on driving anyway.

the place where you had him taken was one of the only ones not too far away that was still open at this hour; and especially one that didn't look like a crowded bar.

a small café-restaurant run by a woman who was far too old to still be on her feet serving until late at night – but she always did it with too much care that you always resigned yourself to going there, even if the prices were higher.

the car ride had been remotely silent, with only a few instructions as to the routes to take and choso asking you if you wanted to put the heat on.

you took your seats on the colorful banquettes, waiting for the woman to come and take your order. the contrast was quite ironic, seeing you and choso dressed for some fancy evening in a place that was very reminiscent of that kind of little retro restaurant in the 50s, with the famous jukebox playing ballads from Elvis Presley, and the endless greasy hot dogs displayed on the counter.

"didn't think you'd follow a stranger blindly,"

he rests his forearms on the table and bring his eyes back on you as they were occupied scanning the place, "you're no real stranger, you're yuki's friend after all."

"oh i'm sure you were the kinda kid to enter some random white van." you say, more to yourself though as you look at the menu briefly. he doesn't say anything in return, and you don't look up either to see if he's looking at you or not.

"tell me choso," his name is like the ring of a bell, his eyes widen just a little, "how come i've never seen you around? you're on campus right?"

"mhm, i guess," he opens his mouth as if to start a sentence but he soon renounces by closing it immediately, he reaches for his nape to massage it, "i guess i don't really hang out around campus."

"majoring in?"

"computer science."

you would have bet your entire fucking fortune on it. you let a smile slip through.

"um, you're friends with gojo satoru too, right?"

the question definitely surprises you, everyone knows who's satoru, and that's not to his advantage as he's more or so known for being one hell of a jerk. you nod and he takes a deep breath, one that speaks volumes.

"i know what he says about me, you know. i just don't want you to think i'm like that." he admits and the sight almost makes you frown, you don't know if it's pity or empathy but you shake the feeling away.

"what do you think he says about you?"

he pauses for a few seconds, he's quick to bring his hands around his ear piercing, fidgeting with them as he relaxes back against the banquette, he finally crosses his arms over his chest.

"they say things that aren't necessarily wrong but aren't totally true either."

when he says they, he's probably referring to shoko, or maybe suguru if you think about it, though he doesn't seem to care about people's business that much.

you'll blame choso's inability to communicate properly for his ambiguous answers and not because he's trying to pull a series of enigma right now.

"mhm, and don't you think i have a mind of my own?"

his eyes almost pop out of their sockets and he once again leans against the table, clearly not settled on how to sit still, "no–no i didn't mean to say that ! i'm sure you do," he says softly, yet still very much alarmed.

you almost regret your choice of words but he's so goddamn sweet it would be a shame not to tease him a little.

"i don't know i just, don't want you to think badly of me." his fingers fidgets with the salt and pepper shaker in front him.

you know you're in no position to talk, you even feel embarrassed if you're being honest, as you were not just about an hour ago making fun of him in the car with shoko – that, he doesn't know.

the old woman comes back to take both your orders and it's as if the bubble you were both in had just burst, bringing you back to the café as the music gradually came back to your senses. choso orders a strawberry milkshake and you take a blueberry.

the way he talks is so sweet, it makes you physically wince, and let's not talk about the way he looks at the old woman like she was cotton candy to the eye. you think it's all an act he's about to drop when she leaves but, even when she returns behind the counter he returns his eyes on you with the same look ; heavy lids – that you don't know if they are the consequence of a long day or if they're always like that – with shades or purple circling them.

"you'll know that the only time I take satoru's opinion into account is when I have to make a choice for lunch. you're okay." you assure.

he nods slowly and you see his face soften at your reassuring words.

"i don't know why you hang out with them." he says and it's so faint you're not even sure if he mumbled to himself or if he actually talked to you.

you tilt your head on the side with a frown, "what do you mean?"

he takes some time to answer, to gather his words or because he's hesitant you don't really know.

"you were always so nice to me," but you're still puzzled so he continues, "back in high school, you weren't hanging out with this kind of people, y'know."

you don't even pay attention to the way he's not so subtly trying to bring your friends down, you readjust yourself in your seat, visibly confused.

"i don't.. i mean, we were in the same class?"

choso shrugs, not really phased to see you don't remember him at all, "you had a lot of friends. plus, i didn't have these two." he points his finger up to show his hair attached in two buns atop of his head as if it could be the sole reason of your memory lapse. silly.

"i like this look on you. you look nice with them." you say as you look at the hairstyle thoroughly. the praise seemed to have gotten to him because you can see a small smile on his lips as he looks around impatiently for the drinks to arrive – or maybe he just needed to lay his eyes somewhere else than on you.

the drinks arrive shortly after, not surprising due to the lack of customers as it's practically just the two of you there. you don't really say anything much, comfortable in the silence you're both in as you grab your order to taste them. you don't really want to continue the conversation about your friends right now, and choso seems to have dropped the idea of it too.

choso watches you as you lean in to wrap the straw around your lips, elbows on the table to support your body on top. he also watches the way the milkshake climbs up the straw to pour into your mouth, away from prying eyes.

"you want some?"

his blurred eyes meet yours.

"huh?"

you smirk, only because you're enjoying the look on his face and you want it to worsen. you straighten up properly, away from that damn straw and focus on choso, who grows a little embarrassed, somehow – you see it, he backs down a little just at the sight.

"i know what you want," you say, almost above a whisper, stirring the straw with painful slowness.

"you just gotta ask."

choso doesn't say anything. he doesn't really know what to say actually as he flicks his eyes between your eyes and your lips. he's panicked, that's one thing anyone could notice if only they had their attention on him.

"you want a taste, right?" you say with such a languid voice he has to look around to see if you're putting on a show for anyone around, in vain of any spectators. choso raises his eyebrows, devoid of any answers.

"my drink, you idiot."

such a fool, his pouding heart slows back down quietly into his chest and it shows by the prior rapid breaths that are replaced by long and painful sighs. and what a disguised curse to be around you. he doesn't even seem to notice the degrading name he got assigned, you're not even sure he's got to hear the short sentence correctly.

"um.. yeah, sure."

you glide the drink forward on the table until it reaches his fingers which firmly wrap around the glass – and if you were from the police you'd suspect it's to hide his shaking fingers. he puts his own lips where yours once were and begins to sip through the straw. he doesn't have to look up to see you watching intently, he can feel it.

"there you go, how is it?"

"s'good." he nods.

the aroma melts on his tongue, almost sugarcoating the strawberry he previously ingested and the sour taste of a little humiliation.

"i wonder what's going on in that little head of yours. you're so analytical with everything."

"you make me feel like I have to be."

a head tilt from you is all he needs to know he has to develop his thoughts.

"be aware of my surroundings."

your answer gets stuck in the back of your throat when you hear the buzzing of your phone in your purse, you dig it out : a call from shoko.

you excuse yourself and choso simply nods, you bring the phone to your ears and you soon regret the movement as dissonant noises come to deafen your drums – urging you to pull your phone away from your ear.

"h-hey!! where.." the sentence is cut by another voice, and maybe some screams, you don't really know. you squint your eyes as you try to decode the semblance of sentences thrown at you, you call shoko but she doesn't seem to be on the line although the call indicates two minutes past.

choso continues to sip on his milkshake and he looks just as confused as you are.

"where r'you–" you don't need to ask her if she's drunk or not, you can hear it through the slurring of her words. you don't answer her question though, you know it will cause more damage than anything to say you'd preferred to leave the party to go sip on some milkshake with a man you're supposed to despise more than anything.

after five minutes of negotiation, you finally find out what shoko wanted - simple curiosity as to where you were, but also a call for help with the disappearance of choso, who was supposedly trapped in the toilet, according to yuki. you promptly hang up and finish your milkshake in a one go.

"she's in trouble?" choso gauges your reaction and imitates you, putting away his own things as he puts his jacket on.

"she's about to be if we don't come pick her up now." you place you purse back on your shoulder as you draw enough of cash to cover the bill and tip, "c'mon, let's go."

choso wasn't so wrong in the end, since you both arrived in time to prevent a tragedy from happening, one more on the list that shoko may not remember - despite the scale of it. you and choso agreed to take back your possessions – in this case yuki and shoko, who seemed to be standing on their own two feet only by some celestial force.

no need to to depict the end of the night, it was always the same when you went out with shoko. though something – or rather someone – during evening had told you it wasn't going to be the same ; that your tranquility was long gone, that you had now committed, whether you'd like it or not apparently, to be a fucking babysitter.

and he was fast with it, he didn't wait a week or so, he didn't even try to make it natural. the day after the party, choso went straight to talk to you, and the boy didn't even care if you were with your group of friends, the same that vehemently talked shit behind his back.

he didn't even try to wipe that smile off of his face, nor to calm the rosy tint on his cheeks that left little room for other interpretations. he didn't even try to cover for you when he gave you change for the milkshake you'd paid for – and God he didn't seem to understand that if you'd paid him it didn't mean you particularly wanted to give him the impression he owed you anything in return.

he also didn't notice that you didn't appreciate his refund, that you would have preferred to send him off, but that under the pressure from satoru and shoko, who were only viciously agreeable to him, you had to accept his exchange with a big smile.

you really didn't know whether his behavior was of the order of undisputed innocence or whether it was a means of publicly humiliating you.

in any case, the incident didn't go away, not with satoru and shoko around the corner, who were both just explaining the situation to suguru in the middle of lunch in the refectory.

"she left yuki and i alone with a bunch of freaks," shoko declares through the clattering sounds of the cantine while pointing her fork on you as she explains the evening, once again.

"you didn't seem to mind when i pulled you away from one that you were trying to dissect open with a knife." you insist, once again.

you stir the fuming food and distribute it homogeneously over your plate to let it cool down, ignoring shoko's words as she continues the story.

"it's kinda funny that you spent the evening with a guy who's a carbon copy of the type you say you hate." suguru intervenes and you sigh at the snarky remark. satoru keeps chewing on his food carelessly, clearly enjoying the roast you're subject to.

you shake your head at the statement, "spending an evening with someone and actually enjoying the time spent is different."

"mhm, clearly if i hadn't called you you'd still be making out with him right now.." shoko mocks and you swear you can see satoru's lips twitch in amusement.

"we just talked !" you half whisper, half scream, letting your food drop into your plate, causing your friends to shush you.

"c'mon just say you like him, we'll still be friends y'know?" you look deadpan at satoru, a look that doesn't require any words.

"i mean everyone knew he had a crush on you in high school, it wouldn't be surprising if it was still the case." suguru shrugs, you don't know if if he's being honest this time or if it's another joke. you choose to believe the latter.

you shake your head and look around the cantine to ease your mind from your shit friends, which doesn't seem to be the thing to do as satoru adds another weight to your already heavy shoulders.

"what? looking for your new pet? homeboy is probably hiddin' in his room right now. i mean, when doesn't he?"

you breathe out tensely, butchering your food with your cutlery as you clearly picture some detailed ways you'd like to treat the man in front of you.

"fucking assholes.."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

after what happened during the last couple of days you really tried taking measures. good measures. and it was kind of ironic how choso should've been the type to try and dodge any interaction with your friends, but now you were the one trying to sneak past him.

he was nice. you'll give him that.

but he was stupid. so fucking careless. and really naive because he surely did think an evening sipping on milkshake meant something along the lines of "will you marry me?"

anytime he spotted you in between classes he just had to walk in your direction. whether it was just small talk or not, he talked to you every. single. time.

but he was so nice. you couldn't just shove it in his face? could you? despite shoko's encouragement to drop him there's something that just.. didn't feel right. and may God forgive you, but you know this is certainly not the advent of your good morals.

though all of that clingy attitude really pissed you off, you did find yourself thinking about that evening and how Elvis Presley was so annoyingly being repeated in the background. how his eyes, despite their darkness and exhausted features, never ceased to display the most authentically pure emotions you've ever seen.

"i don't know i just, don't want you to think badly of me."

you sigh, heavily. some conflicted parts of you wanted to know more, an evening wasn't enough to just send him off right away, right? who was he? who does he claim to be? and the fact that you don't remember him, no, you can't remember him doesn't help either to your curiosity. because you did search through your yearbooks and to see his face didn't help you bring back lost memories.

shit maybe you just need someone to ring some senses to you but you also don't want shoko nor satoru to do it, as much as you hate to think about it they'll taint your vision more than they'll clear it out. in some ways choso was right ; their judgment might have their part to play in the way you think. in some ways only.

or maybe you're trying to blame your friends for your shitty behavior which only makes you feel ten times worse. you let out a grunt as you get up from your chair, going to the library to study with a clouded mind wasn't a good idea and even more at the end of the day.

failing to have a cigarette you can borrow from shoko right now, you choose to take a walk around campus. it's not the best sight but the air is far more fresh outside.

oh and how ironic was it when your feet led you upstairs to the dorms. it's not like you even planned your itinerary, it was like second nature to you, plus the air definitively felt a lot more breathable.

out of all the rumors you've heard, you knew at least one was true : choso was an orphan ; he stayed in the dorms right above the college structure.

and how absurd that was when you feet planted right outside his doorway – you can say thank you to the floor tenant files that didn't seem to care about the resident's personal information.

the thing missing though is your speech. you didn't have anything in mind. fuck what are you thinking? you're not even sure you'd want to see him at all, despite your evident location. before you could produce another stupid thought your fist met the door to knock twice.

it was about six seconds of wait that felt like half a minute as you just stood there outside. the door opened slightly ajar, and it reminded you of the first time – well not counting high school – that you saw him.

long strands of black hair dangled in front of the doorway before he stepped closer to fill the gap with his width. of course his eyes widened. they always do when they meet yours.

"oh, hey," he quickly looked over his shoulder, behind him and lowered his eyes to take a look at himself.

it was an agreeable sight, you will not deny. his hair were hanging loose at shoulder length, wearing only an oversized white t-shirt (was it oversized or just his actual stature ?) and gray sweatpants. you almost felt like diverting your eyes away as if you were prying on something you shouldn't see.

"hey."

silence.

"are you okay?" he stays still, swiping his tongue inside his lower lip while playing with his ring piercing you presume ; a habit of his you've noticed. you don’t really know if he's asking to be polite or if you genuinely look like you need help.

"mhm," you nod, "can i come in?"

"uhh, yeah" he takes another look behind him and you're starting to think maybe you came at the wrong time. "yeah, of course." he opens the door wider and steps aside, you enter and to your relief nothing crazy's going on.

the room is neatly organized to your surprise, not that you were imagining a slum, but you were expecting something more akin to the prototype of the homebody student. you avoid looking too much everywhere, you didn't come for that anyway.

choso retreats to his desk where he leans against it, his hands on the length of the edge to support his body.

"looks serious eh?" he escapes a small laugh, almost a scoff actually as he scratches his forearm and you suddenly want to leave the room because of how miserable you feel.

"we have to stop this.. thing here." you point to him then yourself.

you almost feel bad for him. almost, because of the way his hand previously on his other arm stops in the previous scratching motion, because of the way he only stares at you for a few solid seconds.

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean," you sigh "i don't even know why you suddenly want to talk to me anyway," you shake your head and look down. it's not even something you're blaming him for, you're really wondering why he'd want to talk to someone who plays on both sides with him.

"it's not.. that sudden. i've always wanted to talk to you." he tells you softly, "have i done something wrong?"

he's too nice with you it makes you audibly grunt.

"do you have a crush on me or something?"

silence again. a longer one this time. you didn't really mean to blurt it out like that, you'd envisioned something a little more subtle but frustration got the best of you.

his body shifts, his hands move closer to his body and he crosses his arms over his chest, tapping his biceps with his finger repeatedly. he stays silent.

"it's a yes or no question choso."

he pinches the bridge of his nose just where his mark is and breathes out a small "fuck".

"alright. it's ok if you don't wanna use your words, you certainly don't fail showing it to the whole fucking world anyway."

he takes a step forward rapidly, a single step but big enough to be closer to you nonetheless.

"i'm sorry, shit, i didn't know it would make you so upset. i'm sorry." he apologies. and you don't know if he realizes how upset he looks in the situation, he runs a hand through his hair in distress and you can see how agitated he is.

his face is right above yours, you don't really have to do anything but to look up to meet his panicked eyes. and it's a complete contrast how your eyebrows almost hurt from the frown while his face is contorted in worry.

and you'll blame your beating heart on your irritation and building up anger and definitely not because of his sole proximity. you try to commit to that thought at least.

"you're insufferable you know that?" you hug yourself as you readjust the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek and looks away for a flitting second before bringing his eyes back on you, or your lips ; he's very indecisive poor boy doesn't know where to look when he has you this close to him.

"i.. i didn't know know how to tell you i'm sorry i just–"

"oh shut up,"

you practically throw yourself on him as it's the only way he'll eventually stop apologizing, one of your hands quickly wrap around his neck, to the base of his nape pulling him closer as your lips crash onto his. choso stumbles back at the contact and his hands reach instinctively on your waist for support, his body hits the desk where he stood prior and he escapes the faintest gasp at the harsh contact.

you wouldn't even have dreamed of doing this – fuck if shoko would come to know about this she'd probably laugh at you. but he's so gentle in his every moves, his every words, so naive about your motives it would be a damn shame if he knew what kind of crap person you really are. if the two of you really had to stop talking like you stated, your only wish would be to at least do this before.

choso's fingers grip more tightly on your waist, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt practically playing with the hem of it. he pulls you closer and parts his lips to kiss you back avidly while your nails dig deeper around his nape at the feeling, before sliding them back along his jaw to orient his head at a better angle. you feel him exhale through his nose as you slow down your pace, slowly detaching your lips from his.

"y'taste good." he whispers against your lips, his forehead is practically touching yours and it's only now that you realize how much his features have changed within seconds. his eyes are blazed, breathless and fingers shaky around your waist. you'll blame the taste of your lips of the cherry gloss you're wearing – and he's wearing too now that his lips are shiny from it.

you're no better though, you swallow as you catch your breath, your heart is pounding in your chest so much you also hear it through the buzzing of your ears, coating the sounds around you.

"yeah? what is it, never kissed before?" you smile, you'll never get tired of teasing him, not when he always gives you the same look.

"not like that," he pants and smile back at you, a little smile that soon turns into a frown, "i.. shit, i wanna make you feel good. can i?" his voice is so low it makes your head spin.

"then do it," you kiss him once slowly and you feel him shudder at the new sensation, "make me feel good." you kiss him twice, even slower this time.

no need to say it twice for choso, if it's not you latching on him right now he definitely doesn't feel like backing down, he takes your answer for words and his hands find your cheeks instantly, cupping them as he puts a lot more pressure, making you step back. your hands lower down on his shoulders and your purse slip down your arm until it reaches the ground harshly ; not your priority number one right now.

he presses his body even closer to you and you don't need an explanatory drawing of what's happening down his pants as you feel his hard on pressed against you. you put your thigh forward, adding your own pressure against him and the moan that escapes his lips is enough to make your skin shiver and your panties tighter. much tighter.

still glued to each other, he guides you to his bed, just behind and it takes a couple steps back for your calves to hit the furniture, your body drops down the bed as you look up at him and you think he's about to slouch his own body on you, but he kneels down right before you instead.

you put your hands on the bed behind you to push yourself farther against the wall but to your – second – surprise he puts his hands flat on your knees.

"i need you right here," he soothes as he taps your knee lightly, making you stop in your movements. you don't know if he's about to do what you think he's about to do but your questions get quickly answered.

"can i?" he asks as he flicks his eyes onto your skirt, asking permission to touch it you guess. you nod eagerly and he leans back slightly to take your mary janes off instead, right foot, then to the left foot so ever carefully and putting them aside on the floor. you watch him and notice how steady and focused he looks despite his torso heaving up and down rapidly, you see it.

he straighten up on his knees and the sight has you gulping down, you're on his bed, he's on the ground just right in front of you, his eyes scan your face thoroughly you almost feel overwhelmed by it. your skirt gets pulled down easily, oh but so slowly, you prop yourself up on your elbows to make it easier for him.

"so pretty." he breathes out, he discards the piece of clothing on the floor and places both of his hands on your hips to bring your body closer to him as he easily glides you.

he leans in and his face is only inches away from your crotch, he glances at you before returning back on your clothed cunt. his thumb circles the hem of your panties as if he's admiring the sewing method and your breath hitches when his thumb drops a little lower, down where you clit hides beneath the fabrics.

"don't have all day, choso" you gulped, your hands bawl into tight fists in apprehension.

"okay–okay." he coos and immediately grant your wish ; he pulls your panties down and you're now bottom naked on his bed. it gives you a real reason to be embarrassed for sure because you didn't really "plan" on being that drenched from a single quick make out session. and the more he stares at your exposed cunt the more you grow impatient.

"choso.." you try to warn him but it comes out as a whine instead. he shifts as he gets closer to the edge of the bed, he wraps his hands under your legs to grab onto your thighs firmly.

"gonna make you feel good ok?"

"jus' do it–" you choke on your own words when you feel his tongue on you. a single lap and you're already panting in the room like a mad woman, "ffuck." you whine and your hand reaches immediately down to get a hold of something – his hair in this case which is being in his vision doesn't stop him nonetheless to complete his mission – as it's the only way you'd call it due to how devoted he looks between your legs.

he gives you a few more laps, down from your entrance to the very top on your clit, and he's diverse in his moves you'll give him that – he goes either way from the right side, then the left side, until he decides to flick his tongue against your pussy from side to side this time. you'd honestly thought the man would go down on you as his first time, his first experiment but it looks like you're the one experimenting for the first time his tongue skills – that, you don't miss to point out.

"shit- where the fuck did you learn to do that?" you pant, you push his hair back the best you can though it still falls atop of your pussy, giving you extra tingles on the way.

the sounds are purely gross, the room is nothing but a space for filth, hearing liquids collides whether it'd be his saliva on you or your slick on him. doesn't help from your restrained moans nor from his own whimpers that resonate lowly against your skin – it's almost as if he's being louder than you are.

he props your legs up onto his own shoulders when he leans down further into your pussy, getting better access while your thighs are in the air, tensing and quivering at each touch.

you start to seriously lose it when you feel pressure on your clit, getting even more stimulated your head starts to feel dizzy ; his thumb brushes against your folds to gather your juices before going up to your clit while his tongue starts to push down your entrance.

he mumbles something but you can't understand either from the pounding in your ears or because he factually has his mouth buried in your cunt.

"you feel so– fuck!" you almost cry out when he accelerates the pace on your clit "so fuckin' good shit," and before you get hold of the situation your muscles contract, your thighs wraps even tighter around choso and you're not really in the mindset to care if you're hurting him right now when you're nothing more than a trembling mess under him.

when you release the grip you have around his head with your legs, he slowly backs down and wipes under his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavily as if he had just come flooding back from the water after a long dive. the sight has your brain rebooting from the start, simply short circuited.

"t'was okay?"

you almost feel indignation for his own self when you look at him in disbelief, "okay? thought i was losing my mind over there," you slowly sit up as you look at him with heavy lids. you probably look like you got run over.

"want me to get something to–"

he stops once he sees you getting your top over your shoulders, taking it off and throwing on the chair near his desk. you get closer to the edge of the bed, still sit up on it as you cage him between your legs since he's still kneeling on the ground.

"well.. i guess you have other plans..?" he murmurs under his breath, he doesn't even try to hide the fact he's staring, the man is practically glued to you like when kids stand too close to a tv.

"you're a perceptive one aren't you?" you leaned down to slip your fingers under his shirt, near his hips to take it off too, "unless you don't want to?" you whisper, stopping your movements to get his approval before starting anything but oh don't you dare take your hands off of him because he'll put them back on their original place.

"no–no, i do. i want you." his eyes meets yours and it's as if repentance was just knocking at your door and you don't know if you're willing to open the door because of how good he ate your pussy or because you really feel like you should do it.

"good."

you knew choso was introverted, a little shy even, the kind of men to be a little prudish even, the ones who'd rather stay indoors, the ones who's rather not get touched by anybody, even less when those places are under their clothes. you thought he was that kind of man when you'd first met him.

you got fooled. once when he mastered the technique of his tongue on you a few minutes ago that got your jaw dislocating in pleasure. but twice now that his shirt is past his torso, up to get through his head and you see yet another pair of silver jewelry. one on each of his nipples.

and your reaction is suited honestly, you just drop your arms and leave him struggling with the shirt on his own as his head is still tangled inside of it, you swear under your breath as you look at the two shiny buds. and maybe he did it as a distraction, getting two silvery eyes up his breast might be one hell of a surprise when you're trying to look at his whole torso ; but even in that case you wouldn't get why on earth you'd need to be distracted from his upper body, because what a fucking view.

once you see choso's head pop out of his t-shirt you're so turned on you're scared if you move you'll just leave the biggest pond of your slick on his covers ; you're feeling genuinely embarrassed to say the least.

"come here, get on your back." you tap on your left to show him the way on his own bed, he executes your demand without much more convincing. he lays down where his pillow rest, propping his head up a little as he still supports his body on his forearms, watching you.

which is not such a bad thing as it gets his whole upper body tensing up from the position, and you realize you got fooled thrice because of how defined his body is, muscles tracing his skin in the prettiest way.

you crawl closer to him and take his sweatpants off, throwing them along with the other remaining of clothes on the ground.

you straddle choso, only in his boxers now and he's always on the lookout for your next move, eyes traveling along every part of your body standing so close to him. you lean in to kiss him again, a simple kiss this time, not heated, nor passionate as you'd intended earlier, almost too intimate to your liking. you feel him relax under you, no, melt. he melts under your kiss, his back rests totally flat on his bed now and his hands travel along you jaw, touching you like porcelain if it were to break.

"it's only fair i return the favor, right?" you tell him as you lean near his ear, and if you chose to ignore the bulge in his underwear when you got him out off his pants you're certain you can't now. it's entirely poking through the fabrics to lean oh so perfectly against your entrance you have to fight back a moan just at the feeling. how embarrassing.

"fuck, please do." he moans, his hands get back on your hips slowly, pressing his fingers into your skin lightly. though you'd rather take some of your time, if you're in this might as well do it right.

you kiss your way down his body, from his lips, to his jaw, on his neck a few times — just because you love watching his adam's apple bobble up every time he gulps when you touch him — near his collarbones, on his torso and why not on the twins piercings he's got on it too.

at the contact of your tongue swirling around his nipples choso instantly throws his head back on his pillow, earning a deep breath from him along with a "fuckk" he couldn't bite back. at the same time your hips start to grind, slowly, cautiously, you wouldn't want to get off on his boxers now would you?

your hands reach down his boxers, under it to grab his dick but... maybe you got fooled fourth time. or maybe the saying is right, the quietest got the biggest and he's a living proof of the statement, you can attest. you break the contact on his sensitive buds and sit up correctly to look at it lay flat on his stomach, curved and strained in its own blood flow. you really have to close your mouth to not drool on it directly and you mumble something unintelligible.

his hands rest on your thighs, they try to guide you forward, they really do and you let them. you bring your hips forward, pussy gliding – as it's the only way it would be described, you're soaked – on his dick, just slipping through your wet folds, enough to mold him on the way forward, then all the way back when you return to your position. you let your hands fall on his abs, you're not even tired, you just need the support right now or else you're afraid you'll just collapse right onto him.

"God, you feel so good," you whine, grinding slowly along his cock and you honestly don't know how he's handling it down there 'cause it feels too fucking good for you.

"n-need you right now," he painfully gulps, he looks at the friction with a frown and he lowers his head back on the pillow, "shit..." he whimpers, such a wobbly voice yet he's not even inside of you thus far. you don't know who's winning the embarrassing contest but he might win over you if you keep giving him good pussy.

"so sweet. you're too fuckin' sweet y'know that?" you praise and choso's hands come directly to grab at your tits, cupping the roundness of them with both hands as he massages them slowly, pinching your nipple between his index and his thumb.

you're done with being patient actually as it is your cue to wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. you brush your thumb over his tip and his whole body jerks off from the touch, you slide your whole hand down the base of it as you pull yourself up on your knees.

you thought you'd reached the epitome of pleasure when he was between your legs just now, and you don't know what other seventh heaven you landed on when he entered you, but it was just as similar.

the head of his cock has just slipped through and you're already full of it, full of him. and you have no doubt when you look at choso that he's feeling it too. you both moan at the new feeling, a feeling you were too puerile to treat with such disdain when you looked at him, a feeling you'd never come to know if he didn't slightly hurt your ego with his kindness.

"holy shit, so fucking tight f'me.." he purrs through the whole process, his hands help you go down, steadily and slowly at your pace when more than half of his cock has sunk into you. your legs shake slightly when you've reached the end, you start to bounce up and down lazily, hearing every gushing sounds of both of your slick as they disperse through your organs.

he can't help it, you don't know if it's because you've teased him so much pior that he can't hold it in anymore, but the grip on your hips gets tighter, the bouncing up and down his cock gets messier, and even though your thighs start to feel numb you soon understand that choso has your back. his hips starts to buck back into you to meet your hips halfway, skin to skin as they collide rapidly.

"f–fuck, choso, you're gonna make m–"

"i know, i know." he soothes, you lean into him, chest to chest as you put your hands on his shoulders. and you can't help but be extremely grateful right now as you're practically laying down on him, he's fucking right into you with the help of his hands pressing down your hips as he moans in your ears softly.

"wanna make this pretty pussy mine– fuck. wanna make you mine." he whimpers and you can hear the way his throat tightens that he's close. you wouldn't wanna lie saying you're not – to be honest you've been wanting to come as soon as you hoped on his thighs.

you don't know if it's the heat of the moment, because you're taking his dick so fucking perfectly inside of you that the thought of being with him doesn't really repulse you that much, for it actually seems pleasant enough to imagine it.

"fuck–fuck-i'm gonna cum!"

and you sincerely hope nobody is in their dorms right now because you're sure the whole floor knows what their nerdy resident is doing to some resentful student on campus. he's so vocal you wouldn't have it any other way, specially when every each one of his moans reach your cunt before your ears.

you feel your legs tremble and your nails dig deeper into his skin when you reach your second orgasm, and not one for the weak ones as your pussy clenches so tightly you think you're sucking choso's dick whole with the suction. your hips get pulled up on spot when choso releases his own shot in between your bodies, his dick springing out from where it was caged. you still tremble on him when he breathes heavily, coming down to his high.

you both stay silent for a couple of seconds and reality hits you back.

"you're too good to me." he murmurs as he wipes some of the mascara under your eyes with his thumb, you head is still near the crook of his neck, you don't move.

oh only if he knew.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"can you believe nerdy boy got laid?"

you turn to shoko almost too rapidly, "what?"

"i know, who would do that.."

you don't say anything. you don't really wanna say anything for now, but you know shoko isn't saying that just to make the conversation when she waits for an answer. a valid one.

©nabitsun !

thank you for reading :D

[valyrfia]

I feel like Oscar family don't know how to navigate yet the type of fame Oscar has. The whole his mother being a Yuki fan bit made me cringe. Her sister getting into that territory on TikTok too. Idk, it's all getting weird.

Nah I like the Mother Piastri Yuki Tsunoda supporter bit. I think there's a difference between having a joke going and well, I want to say 'feeding the rabid hordes'. Tragically, she should really be able to just exist as is with no worries, and she as obviously uncomfortable that she got 'duped' but I think her attempt to make her warning of 'I am not on this side of tiktok, I do not want to be. Do not make a fool out of me I want no part in your rpf narratives' more lighthearted meant it was not taken seriously by the small priority who need to take it seriously. Like people now making rpf edits of her brother to HER singing?

[aughby]

The Balcony Chronicles

It was nice being in a high-rise condominium with stunning views, a peaceful environment, and, as you realized later on, an interesting neighbor, Yuki Ishikawa. Yes, the Yuki Ishikawa we were talking about is the 28-year-old Japanese player who displayed a fierce look throughout his volleyball matches. On court, he is quite a serious player, but at home, he is a young kid trapped in a man’s body.

One night, you went to the balcony to watch the sunset, and you saw such an oddity. Having heard sounds of music coming from the adjacent unit, curiosity got the better of you, and you hanged half over the railing. And there was Yuki, dancing joyfully and very actively without paying attention to anyone around him. The guy was goofy and playful, which was quite a contrast from the smooth-moving athlete everyone had seen.

You stifled a laugh, and, unable to turn your head away, found yourself observing. Yuki was absolutely lost in his own world—he twirled and, at one point, made what I sincerely hoped was an attempt at break dancing. Just as you were about to take out your phone to record this great opportunity, he suddenly turned around and noticed you.

Within the blink of an eye, Yuki stood still. He was shocked and embarrassed. He quickly stood up as if nothing had happened to his body or to his breathing. He just gave a very rigid bow before going back into his place; you are left outside watching him with a breath torn between laughing and catching it.

As days passed, you began to see more of Yuki peculiarities, which you really never saw before. Sometimes it was possible to hear him singing, very loud and mostly tuneless, in his apartment. One time, it was a love ballad, thereby making him sing with the intensity of a pop star, all the way to the roof.

But the moment he laid his eyes on you up there on the balcony, he would immediately stop and then try to choke on his spit.

One evening you joked to make an attempt and open the conversation. “Great dancing skills, Yuki,” you said jokingly from my balcony, looking at him.

Yuki, who was about to water some plants, nearly let go of the watering can. “What on earth are you talking about? ”You replied quickly, attempting to do the ‘cool’ face.

“Oh really? ”You said with a laugh, “Are you sure you don't? "“Well, I might just have to share with your fans about some secret dance moves you do.”

Yuki’s face turned red. “You wouldn’t dare,” he growled, scowling at you while clearly recognizing embarrassment and amusement.

“Oh, but I would,” I said, “Unless... ”You paused and crossed your arms on the railing and rested your chin on your hands with an expression of wickedness on your face.

“Unless…? ”He scowled, rising from the chair.

“Unless you invite me to your next dance lesson, you know, a private show for the number one spectator. ”Yuki looked at you, and after a few seconds of silence, started to chuckle. It was somewhat unusual to find him in that state of mind: relaxed, happy, and free. “You’re impossible,” he said, laughing and then shaking his head. ”But sure. Whatever you want. Just don’t tell anyone, all right? ”

“No one will know it from me,” you reassured the other person.

From that day on, your evenings were spent sharing giggles, chatting, and competing in the quite stupid and juvenile dance battles. Although Yuki would initially look stern when he first saw you, he would soon scrunch up his face and make funny gestures, then ask you to play his crazy game.

You began to look forward to some moments where the normally stern Yuki would just sit back and enjoy himself. And in return, you never mentioned his outrageous behavior to anyone; you liked having this little secret that only you knew about.

There was once a night when you both decided to stay on the balconies, and while gazing at the night sky, Yuki turned to look at you with deep concentration. ‘Well, you know, despite all that, I’ve never let anybody get a glimpse of this part of me.’

“Why not? ”You asked me with that uncanny perplexed look on your face, which I found curious and amusing at the same time.

“I have always felt I needed to be in serous mode, but with you, I don’t know how it is, but it feels so relaxed.”

You smiled; you felt something warm in the middle of your chest. "Yeah, I enjoyed him too. Yes, he was so fun.”

Yuki grinned. “I am happy. But I'm telling you, if you disclose the information to anybody... ”

“No worry, Yuki, I won’t tell anyone about this, “you said, joking as you patted her on the back.

Your special kind of friendship ensued, and Yuki’s unusual personality was the sole way your friendship grew stronger day by day. In the world's view, he continued to be the indifferent, hardworking volleyball player. However, to you, he was much more than that; he was the man-child that loved novelty, the fun-loving man next door that one could wish for.

Yuki's POV

The latter days, or at least the period when you two met, something of you had slightly changed in Yuki’s eyes. During the day, you were quite cheerful and lively, always ready to laugh, even if it’s just to crack a joke. However, as evening came and you went to your balcony along with Yuki, you could feel some sadness in your tone, a certain weight in your eyes, which you tried to mask with a positive disposition.

It took one relatively calm night when Yuki started to realize what was actually happening. He always found himself coming out on the balcony to have a glimpse of you or how you are doing today, but that night, he saw you sitting on the corner of the balcony, bending your knees and pulling them to your chest, and gazing aimlessly at the horizon.

Yuki hesitated, unsure whether to say something. He didn’t want to intrude, but something about the way you were sitting—so still, unlike your usual self—made his chest tighten with concern.

“Hey,” he finally called out softly, not wanting to startle you. “Everything okay? ”

You didn’t respond right away. For a moment, Yuki thought you hadn’t heard him. But then you turned your head slowly, giving him a small, tired smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Yuki wasn’t convinced. He had seen that look before, in himself during his toughest times on the court, in teammates who were struggling but didn’t want to show it. It was the look of someone trying to keep it together when everything inside was falling apart.

“Are you sure? ”He pressed gently, leaning against the railing, trying to catch your gaze. “You don’t look fine.”

You let out a shaky breath and shrugged, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “I guess I’m not very good at hiding it anymore, huh? ”

Yuki’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in your voice. This wasn’t the cheerful, teasing person he had come to know. This was someone who was hurting, and he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

“Do you want to talk about it?”He asked, his tone softer than usual, filled with a concern he didn’t often show.

For a moment, you were silent, as if weighing your options. Then you began to speak, haltingly at first, but then the words started to flow. You told him about how you had always been the “happy one,” the person everyone relied on to bring a smile to their face. But as night fell, when the world was quiet, you were left alone with your thoughts, and the weight of your own struggles would bear down on you. You spoke of the loneliness, the self-doubt, the fear that you weren’t good enough—that no one really saw the real you, the one hiding behind the cheerful facade.

Yuki listened quietly, his chest aching with every word you said. He had never seen this side of you before, and it broke his heart to know that you had been carrying this burden alone.

“I had no idea,” Yuki said softly when you finished, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry you’ve been going through this.”

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I didn’t want anyone to know. I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Yuki shook his head, his expression earnest. “You’re not a burden; you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here for you, okay? Anytime you need someone to talk to, or even if you just need someone to sit with you, I’m here.”

For the first time that evening, a genuine smile touched your lips, though it was small and fragile. “Thank you, Yuki. That means a lot.”

From that night on, things changed between you and Yuki. He became more attuned to your moods and more present during your evening chats. He always made an effort to check on you, asking how you were doing. And in return, you began to open up more, sharing the parts of yourself that you had kept hidden for so long.

Yuki found himself becoming more protective of you, more determined to be there for you in the way you had been for him. He admired your strength and your resilience, but he also wanted you to know that it was okay to lean on someone else—to lean on him.

And as the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the two of you grew closer. Yuki discovered that supporting you through your struggles made him feel more connected to you than ever. It wasn’t just about the fun, lighthearted moments anymore; it was about being there for each other through the highs and the lows.

One evening, as you both sat on your balconies, Yuki looked over at you and said, “You know, you’re not the only one with secrets.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What else are you hiding, Mr. Serious Athletic? ”

Yuki chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “Well, for one, I never told anyone how much I enjoy these silly dance sessions. Or how much I’ve come to appreciate our little balcony chats.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you teased, though your smile was softer this time, more sincere.

“Deal,” Yuki agreed, holding out his pinky finger towards you.

You laughed, leaning over to hook your pinky with his, sealing the promise.

In that moment, Yuki realized just how much you had come to mean to him. You were more than just a neighbor, more than just a friend. You were someone he cared about deeply, someone he wanted to protect and support, no matter what.

And though he didn’t say it out loud, Yuki made a silent vow to himself that night: he would be there for you, always. No matter how tough things got, no matter how dark the nights became, you wouldn’t have to face it alone.

Because sometimes even the strongest people needed someone to lean on. And Yuki was determined to be that person for you.

Weeks had passed since that night when you opened up to Yuki about your struggles. Since then, your bond has grown stronger, deepening beyond the playful exchanges and shared secrets. The balcony had become your shared sanctuary—a place where walls came down and genuine connection flourished.

Yuki found himself looking forward to your evening chats more than ever. His days were often packed with rigorous training and high-stakes matches, but the thought of unwinding on the balcony with you kept him going. There was a warmth and comfort in your presence that he hadn't realized he craved.

One Friday evening, after a particularly grueling week, Yuki stepped out onto his balcony carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He glanced over at your side, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw you already there, bundled up in a cozy sweater, gazing up at the stars.

"Rough day?" you asked, noticing the tired lines etched on his face.

"You could say that," Yuki replied, offering one of the mugs over the railing. "Thought you could use this."

Your eyes lit up as you accepted the warm drink, your fingers brushing against his momentarily, sending a subtle spark through both of you.

"Look at you, being all thoughtful," you teased, taking a sip. The rich, sweet flavor warmed you from the inside out. "Mmm, this is perfect. Thanks, Yuki."

He smiled softly, leaning against the railing as he took a sip from his own mug. The night was crisp, and the city lights below twinkled like fallen stars.

A comfortable silence settled between you, both of you simply enjoying the peaceful moment. After a while, Yuki spoke up, his voice quiet.

"You know, I don't think I've ever been this comfortable with anyone before."

You glanced over at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. "Really? Not even with your teammates?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "They're great, but it's different. With you, I feel like I can be myself—all parts of myself. The serious athlete, the goofy dancer, everything."

Your cheeks warmed, and it wasn't just from the hot chocolate. "Well, I like all versions of you. Makes life more interesting."

Yuki's gaze lingered on you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the city lights. There was something different in the way he was looking at you tonight—something deeper.

"I feel the same about you," he said softly. "You're always so full of life and positivity. Even when things are tough, you find a way to smile through it."

You looked down at your mug, swirling the liquid inside to avoid his piercing gaze. "It's easier when you have someone to share it with."

Another silence fell, this one charged with unspoken emotions. Yuki felt his heart beat a little faster, a realization slowly dawning on him. These feelings—this warmth, this yearning—it was more than just friendship.

He cleared his throat, attempting to steady his nerves. "Hey, I was thinking... there's this new exhibit at the art museum downtown. Would you maybe want to check it out with me tomorrow? I mean, if you're free."

You looked up, surprised but pleased by the invitation. "Are you asking me out on a date, Yuki Ishikawa?"

He hesitated for a split second before responding, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, that depends. Would you say yes if I was?"

A smile spread across your face, your eyes dancing with mirth. "I suppose I might be persuaded."

Yuki grinned, feeling a surge of excitement and relief. "Then yes, I'm asking you out on a date."

"Then yes, I'd love to go," you replied, your smile matching his.

The next day, Yuki found himself more nervous than he had been before any championship game. He dressed carefully, opting for a casual yet stylish look, and even took extra time to make sure his hair was just right. When he met you in the lobby, his breath caught in his throat. You looked stunning, your eyes bright, and a hint of nervousness mirroring his own.

The museum was bustling with people, but to Yuki, it felt like it was just the two of you. You wandered through the exhibits, discussing the art pieces, sharing jokes, and learning more about each other with every step.

At one point, you both stopped in front of a large painting depicting a serene landscape. The soft hues and tranquil scene seemed to envelop you in a bubble of calm.

"This one's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes fixed on the canvas.

"Yeah," Yuki agreed, though his gaze had shifted to you. "It really is."

You turned to find him looking at you, his expression tender and open. The air between you grew thick with anticipation, and for a moment, the world around you faded away.

Before either of you could second-guess it, Yuki leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted. But you didn't. You tilted your head up, meeting him halfway as your lips brushed softly against each other.

The kiss was gentle, sweet, and filled with unspoken promises. When you pulled apart, both of you were smiling, cheeks flushed, and hearts pounding.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," Yuki confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Me too," you admitted, your eyes shining with happiness.

The rest of the day was a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and subtle touches. By the time you returned to your building, it was clear that something had shifted between you two. The friendship and camaraderie were still there, but now they were intertwined with a blossoming romance that felt as natural as breathing.

As you stood outside your respective doors, Yuki hesitated before speaking. "So, does this mean you'll stop threatening to expose my secret dance moves?"

You laughed, the sound making his heart soar. "Hmm, I think I might still hold that over your head. Keeps things interesting."

He chuckled, stepping closer and taking your hand in his. "I can live with that, as long as I get to take you out again."

"I'd like that," you replied, squeezing his hand gently.

From that day on, your evenings on the balcony took on a new dimension. There were still the playful dance-offs and shared stories, but now there were also soft kisses under the stars, whispered confessions, and the comforting presence of knowing you had someone to share both your joys and your struggles with.

Yuki found that being with you brought a balance to his life that he hadn't known he needed. You grounded him, made him laugh, and reminded him to enjoy the little moments amidst the chaos of his career. And in turn, he was there for you, offering support and love through both the light and dark times.

One night, as you cuddled together on his balcony, wrapped in a warm blanket and watching the city lights twinkle below, Yuki pressed a kiss to your forehead and murmured, "You make me incredibly happy, you know that?"

You looked up at him with your eyes filled with affection. "And you make me feel like I'm not alone anymore."

He smiled, pulling you closer. "You're not. We're in this together."

As the night enveloped you both, the sounds of the city fading into the background, you realized that sometimes the most unexpected connections could lead to the most beautiful love stories. And all it took was a shared balcony, a few secret dance moves, and the courage to let each other in.

[naradivision]

Hypmic OC Halloween Party 2023 🎃 ~Part I

Once the night of 31rd October has already come to the town, who knows? Something extra supernatural is bound to happen!

Disclaimer: Please note that these are not the actual titles to the songs, I just made them up of course. All these songs obviously belong to their respective artists,

And the OCs mentioned belong to their respective creators as well!

To be honest, at first I attempted to make the cast match with their headcanon VCs but considered giving it up at some point because if I did that, some names would be brought up too often *side-glancing at Yuuya, Saigo, and Yorii* 

Surprisingly, almost every song happens to have their own English subtitles available, so open them up if you’d like to know something. I’ll leave more details in your imagination then (¬‿¬)

If you feel tempted to do the fanarts, please feel free to do it XD

So, now. Isn’t it time to let the Feast begins?

3, 

[All lights in the stadium suddenly flickered on and off uncontrollably]

2, 

[One by one, every light in the stadium has eventually been turned off]

1, 

[Now, everything around was soon engulfed in the complete darkness]

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#1 Answer The Call (Offer Your Soul)

Kureha “Eclipse” Koizumi

Sumire “Diabla” Shinomiya

Asuka “TREA$URE” Koizumi

Lyall “Corvus” Shiba

Kaoru “Arachne” Shinozaki

Kotono “Shiki” Ohara

Tasuku “Katame” Kawanoe

Eden “Ember” Yamamura

Kaori “Black Orchid” Narizuka

Real title: Dakini Covered by O.B.N.N (AeGJoongG, YangDoki, RaA, EASYDOG, Gogyeol, DALNODO, Seelight, EDEN, ZENRUA) | Original by twinkle, UtaP ft. Kagamine Rin

In the midst of the night, two pairs of red lights roam in darkness…

#2 Werehumans

Kanra “D. Vil” Akemi

Yorii “Sireen” Sakuma

Real title:  Kaibutsu (Monster) Covered by Amatsuki x 96neko | Original by YOASOBI

Dear pioneers, raise up your flags!

The land that no one has yet to know before…

Declare we’re now the ones in charge!

#3 Neverland Kakumei

Kosuke “Lumière” Furuhata

Lana “Facade” Alarie

Aranai “Ride or Die” Norikoru

Tomi “High Class” Chōten

Azusa “Onna-musha” Furukawa

Yuki “Ice King” Kuraokami

Ryūnosuke “Fist N Fury” Sekiguchi

Ace “MC Patriot” Douglas

Yudai “KILLA W” Toya

Asato “AR Master” Rikiya

Anika “Rush Hour” Kiyozaki

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Kotan “Kamuy” Anchikar

Aoba “Guinevere” Yamamura

Real title:  World Domination Original by Hikifes team 2019 (mafumafu, soraru, luz, un:c, araki, nqrse, syounen T, amatsuki, urata, tonari no sakata, shima, senra, eve, sou) a.k.a. My favs all stars XD

——[ Interval: Fan Meeting Session ]——

Howdy~

And sorry for the wait, my dear mortals♡

Hasn’t anybody told you not to follow voices in the night?

#5 See me? See me? (Succubus ’s Lullaby)

Aika “VeeXn” Yumi

[For goodness’s sake, the extent of her show this time was only limited to singing and dancing… Thus, the minors can enjoy it too]

Real title:  Wiggle Wiggle Original by Raon

…Promise me one thing?

Don’t ever let yourself be drawn into this dreamy sweet trap, ‘Kay?

#4 Zombiz Fantasy ♥︎

Shuu “Men-H” Edogawa

Kaiji “Jinx” Sano

Touya “MC Darling” Kisaragi

Real title: Kokotsu ni Yamu (Ecstatic Breakdown) Original by alfakyun ft. takayan Welp, sorry for the unmatched number of voice casts

Exhausted yet?

…No? That’s great!

Why don’t we spice things up a bit before meeting the shuffle teams in the second half! 

#6 Lull X Roar

Yuuya “ARROW” Kanata

Yorii “Sireen” Sakuma

Real title:  Hell is mine Original by araki x luz Yorii did say in his interview that maybe they could work together so why not? I even pray for their voice claims (Amatsuki & Araki) to actually collab one day

🎃 Behind the scenes Pt.1

Even though there are other divisions and some participants which may not be mentioned above, they’re all invited and have their own parts in this event as well. For examples;

Himari Asami, Hiroshi Sakura, and Suzuran Minazuki (who was on the request of her non-blood-related cousin) were in charge of designing and making costumes with the assistance of three fashion interns; Aimi Miyazaki, Alice Shiroka, and Umi Kobayashi.

Akira Arai, Natsume Kurome, Kururi Yamamura and Queen Card’s team were noted to took part in making props. By the way, Kureha Koizumi was anticipated to participate in this as well but she unexpectedly showed up in the opening show —much to everyone’s surprise.

Reiaki Suzubayashi and Emiko Akaibara showed to work together on helping the cast prepare themselves before entering the stage.

Chiyuri Seiguni was tasked to be the main operator of most special effects on stage via the brief from the real technician, Raiden Otoha since this one had to take his part in the 7th show.

Aiko Mayeda was the D.J. and he got the party started! The 86 band and other musical units associated with other division members were also joined in to provide music for some songs.

Most choreography throughout the shows were designed and coached by Yeong Hajoon, Haruto Morikawa, and Kaede Iwasawa.

The representative of Snowflake Sentinel News, Yoichi Shujo; and the head of a certain publishing-house, Nellie Yukimura were assigned to deliver the details of this event. Please expect more live reports and some tidbits behind the scenes from them.

The foods and drinks in this event were all supplied by the alliance between Luis Kōkyū, Rashaad Young, Harumatsuya shop, and Rikiya farm.

The main sponsors of the previous event are Sigma Inc., Toi Pharmaceutical, and E.L. Medical Co. Therefore, this time it’s the turn of Wonder⇓anD Sound Systems, Arakawa Tech Industries, and the concert venue was organized by the entertainment agency “Kairiku Production” with the cooperation of Queen Card’s league. 

For some reason, a certain division was banned from participating —to be specific, it’s Ginza Division. However, Eiji Noguchi and his family were secretly invited because his children wanted to come.

At first Fusao Ise and Queen card were honored to be the MCs (or the hosts) of this event but because the latter had to ‘prepare’ for her own part in the 11th show, Reika Aichi was surprisingly nominated to take over this role once again alongside Fusao.

At the beginning, all the cast were seen wearing some kind of masquerade mask before their first show started.

Though not every division was present in the 3rd show, there were flags with symbols of each team ever participated in the D.R.B. showing on stage.

For whatever reason, Aranai Norikoru was the one who delivered the line “Toki wo (Shout)!” before the chorus “Kakumei wa matte (The revolution has succeeded)!” was sung by all divisions. Well, someone in the cast seemed visibly displeased with how this turned out.

Despite the 6th show being performed by Yuuya Kanata and Yorii Sakuma, the one who advised them on the lyrics was their senior musician, Ren Nakashima, and the music provider for this show was none other than the 86 Band

Before two boys of the 6th show left the stage, the camera caught both Yuuya and Yorii high-fiving Ren who was up for the next show…

▶︎ TO BE CONTINUE IN PT. 2…

Amazing OCs mentioned above are from:

@saitama-division @shinagawa-division @enoshima-division @niigata-division @edogawa-division @sendaidivision @fukuokadivision1 @hamamatsu-divison @toshima-division @setagaya-division @kawasaki-division @kyoto-division @uenodivision @aoyama-division @taito-division @sapporo-division @naha-division @okinawa-division @toyama-division @akihabara-division03 @naradivision @hakodate-division @kumamoto-division @minato-division01 @suginami-division @kobedivision @katsushika-division @miyazaki-division @harajukudivision @urayasu-division @nakanodivision @odaibadivision @chiyoda-divison @minato-division03 @chiyoda-division2 @takatsuki-division @megurodivision @koto-division @ginza-division @shizuokadivision

P.S. Apologizing if I missed out some divisions or have made anyone sound OOC —I'm trying lmao.

Oh, and there were part 2 of course! Maybe other OCs might join in the cast there~~

...Happy Halloween & hoping y’all enjoy it :)

[rabbitenn]

Hello! Momo confessing/trying to woo his crush hcs?

RE: DATE ME?

Because there is no way you’d answer his endearing attempts with anything but a ‘yes’.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello anon, dear ! I’m sorry it took me a while to get to your request, I still hope you like it <3

— There is no denying Momo is someone you’d love to spend your time with.

— Having known him since the days before he stepped on a stage, you’re very aware of how he can put a smile on the faces of those who hang around him. Momo is sweet, fun and incredibly perceptive when it comes to others’ feelings.

— How could you not want to hang out with him at any chance you got? After his concerts, shows, or on his days off, no matter what, you remember the moments you spend with Momo as the happiest you can recall.

— And while you can’t quite name this feeling yet, you wonder if he feels the same way.

— Turns out, you’d find out soon enough.

— With little gestures, from his hand brushing against yours as the sky tinted in dusk, to the way his fuchsia eyes were already on you every time you looked his way, Momo shows how his heart started singing your name long ago.

— He is not certain you’d ever come to accept, much less reciprocate, his feelings. However, because he is generally good at reading others’ emotions (and especially yours), a silver lining of hope shines through the clouds of uncertainty.

— And who would have thought, that for all his cheerful and bubbly on-stage persona, Momo would show his love in such tenderness and subtlety?

— Overcast mornings turned sunny when you were walking by his side, some location with nice scenery on his mind. Now, with the arrival of colder months, his hand fully grasps yours. He’s warm, the sunlight that today hid behind grey clouds.

— You like it. This duality he has, extroverted and colorful, but so intelligent and thoughtful. And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit you’ve started to think he feels happy with you too.

— There are other instances in which you two feel too exhausted after your respective jobs, so staying in sounds tempting enough.

— Which gives Momo another chance at wooing you.

— As you sit in his room, your palms over the table, your friend works diligently on your manicure. His deft hands hold your fingers delicately, as shades of pink dye your nails in the minimalist, yet very pretty, design the idol is painting on them.

— He’d love to hold your hands like this more often, while he looks at your lovely face… And the smile you give him after he’s finished doing your nails is worth more than anything he could ever ask for. Your eyes brim with light, a glow seemingly clinging to you when you hug him as thanks (after he had to refuse the first time because your nails weren’t dry yet, as much as declining pained him).

— Obviously, he’ll sing for you too. You’re always the first he tells about new songs or upcoming concerts of Re:vale.

— Yuki is mentally screaming at you two to ‘get together already’ because it’s obvious you’re completely infatuated with Momo. Yuki just can’t process how his groupmate hasn’t realized yet that you’d say yes if Momo simply confessed, seeing how he was usually pretty percetive.

— Yes, he totally makes it known to Momo.

— To which he decides he has to tell you how he really feels, before someone else sweeps you off your feet.

— Momo is quite shy when confessing, and has to exert self control so as to not drink anything alcoholic to gain courage. No, he has to be completely sober, he wants this to be your happiest memory.

— He takes you to the park you visited together at the start of autumn. You liked it there, your smile that day is engraved in his memory.

— And today, that smile doesn’t leave your lips as both Momo’s hands tenderly find yours, the blush on his cheeks matching the color of the vivid November leaves all around you.

— He’s just so cute. You think you want to kiss him.

— ‘I wish I could kiss you.’ Is the thought currently echoing in Momo's mind.

— “There’s something I… I want to… I need to tell you something, [Y/n].” The idol finally manages, cheeks burning in excitement, anticipation, and bashfulness.

— You look at him, expression soft, as you squeeze his hands, an indication to go on.

— He clears his throat. Then:

“I… uh… I thought maybe… hah I’m nervous…” He takes deep breaths, his sharp canines showing a little.

‘So cute’, you think.

— “I just wanted to ask you…” He finally continues. “If maybe… if you'd like to, you know, go out with me sometime… as in, a date… yeah…”

— “Yes.” You state, almost before he’s had time to finish his sentence.

— “You don’t have to reciprocate and it’s okay if you don’t want to… wait, you said yes?” Momo asks, those eyes that contained the colors of spring petals widening in awe.

— “I did.” You gently pat his head, ruffling his two-toned hair a little. “And you could ask me a million times over and I’d say yes every single one of them.”

— A couple of tears leave the corners of his eyes.

“I love you so much, [Y/n]! Thank you!” He exclaims, as he wraps his arms around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

— You let out a soft laugh, as you nuzzle into him.

Warm.

You hope you get to do this very often from now on.

— Falling leaves flutter in a warm hued rain when you two pull slightly away, gazes still linked.

— Inches of chilly air separate you.

And then they don’t.

— For, under an autumn morning sky, your answer to his confession is sealed with your first kiss.

[skkfujoshi]

This started as a joke about Rūynosuke and Atsushi being petty about coffee and then it got worse…Anyway,here’s a BSD sequel/spin off

Bungou Guard Dogs

Takes place 5 years after the events of BSD and stars Enchi Fukumi,the newest member(she isn't yet ,but in her head,she is) of the Armed detective agency.

The story begins when she is ambushed by Yuki Shigeko,a recent,or at least as far as she knows,addition to the Port Mafia.Yuki attempts to intimidate only to get her ass kicked and come crying tail between her legs to her mentor,Rūynosuke Akutagawa.

In the interim between BSD and BGD Shinsoukaku has ceased all contact due to an incident involving SKK.Thus when they sniff a new rivalry forming,both Atsushi and Akutagawa try to stop it from going any further.

They work hard,but unfortunately the gay agenda works even harder.

Enchi Fukumi

Age:18 Backstory:Enchi was born into the Naoya family,a clan of assassins.She was trained mercilessly and was considered more of an employee then a daughter.On her sixteenth birthday she was given her first mission and succeeded only for the target’s daughter to walk into the room.

Enchi couldn’t bring herself to take her out so she fled and got brutally punished for it.She ran away from home and decided to change her life out of spite,which lead her to the ADA,where she demanded to be given a job and they agreed,though she didn’t pass an entrance exam,leaving her as little more than an intern.

Ability:Masks

By putting a piece of clothing or hair from another person into her mouth ,Enchi’s able to take on their appearance.This will last only for as long as she doesn’t spit it out or let it fall out of her mouth.

Personality:Enchi comes off as very arrogant,often singing her own praises to a ridiculous degree.She’s often quite confrontational and easily offended.However,she’s also a very practical and efficient person,so while she fights with Kunikida he doesn’t have much to complain about in terms of her work ethic.

Yuki Shigeko

Age:18

Backstory:Yuki was orphaned during the infestation of Q’s curse trough Yokohama back during the Guild arc.Her parents were killed by the ‘zombies’ but Yuki was saved by Akutagawa,who killed her parent's killers.

Begrudgingly,he took her along and protected her trough the chaos,dropping her off to an orphanage once things calmed down.

Yuki remembered this and having been tossed around orphanages for a year,she got fed up and ran off,marching over to the PM HQ and asking to join and for Akutagawa to mentor her.Begrudgingly,he obliged.

Ability:The Akasaka sisters

When Yuki gets cut her cuts get longer and deeper until it has fully gone trough her flesh(example:She gets cut on the wrist so the cut keeps growing and deepening till her hand and arm are seperate).

Once this occurs her severed body part will start expanding into a copy of Yuki,while the OG Yuki starts regrowing the body part she lost.The copies don not posses the ability to multiply and will die upon the slightest injury.

However,If Yuki is sliced over the chest,she will die before she can regenerate.

Personality:Yuki is a very excitable person and is very over the top.Sort of Saturday cartoon villain energy.She’s mostly here just to have fun and attempt to get Akutagawa’s praise.

[masodemic]

[Eroica Musical Rant] The tank scene was the only one they did right

(Series masterlist)

Firstly, to discuss the energy and pacing, I have to talk about the story and how it was written.

The entirety of the musical covers 2 arcs in the manga. The first being Iron Klaus, combining character intro, minus the Caesar fiasco, up to Klaus and Dorian’s vow of eternal hostility to each other in form of Morse code. The second arc they adapted is Dramatic Spring, which follows Klaus’s efforts to foil a Neo-Nazi plot and Dorian, through a series of strange coincidence, becomes entangled in it.

Out of the 2 parts, I would say that the first arc was a little better-adapted, not that it had no flaw. In general, what was disappointing has been touched upon in the previous sections about characters and characterization. But to summarize, a lot of plot points were pulled apart and stitched together (clumsily), resulting in inconsistency and inefficient pacing. There's no sense of competition, tension, or bargain between Klaus and Dorian. Even the Autobahn chase becomes quite boring. In essence, it feels like a Wikipedia listing out the plot in bullet-points .

However, I do have to say that if this production did ANYTHING right, it would have to be the tank scene. This scene immediately follows the Autobahn chase and the 2 main characters find themselves stranded on a cliff near the North Sea. Cold, they go inside the tank and huddle for warmth, which forces them to begin conversing and sharing viewpoints and opinions, eventually both of them harbor a budding respect for each other.

Now, what is it that makes this scene better than all the other scenes in this musical?

While it doesn’t follow the manga exactly, in spirit and in energy, that was the first time (and turns out the only time) it felt like From Eroica with Love. And I think the reason is because this is the first scene that the actors are allowed to basically carry the scene without any “crucial plot point” chasing them from behind or tasteless directions dictating their performance. The actors were allowed to BE their interpretation of their characters, and both show that they understand the assignment. They've got energy, they exchange chemistry, they're dry and snarky which is amazing.

Like Dorian sings ENKA in this! I highly doubt manga Dorian has any remote interest in contemporary Japanese popular culture, but if he did – or say if he was played by a Japanese actor – in a strange way, it makes sense because that’s the kind of energy he evokes. Or say when Klaus sings the tank song, he appears very calm and serene in the manga. But in this scene, he is proud and passionate. And that also makes sense. It’s different, BUT IT’S GOOD. IT’S GOOD WHY CAN’T THE WHOLE 2 HOURS JUST BE LIKE THIS?

(As a side note, Nakayama Yuki needs to drop an enka album right now, I will religiously listen to it, his low range is SO GOOD MY RIBCAGE TREMBLED)

And THAT is the core appeal of From Eroica with Love: the characters. They are so full of personality that the story is driven by them, not the other way around. Things don’t HAPPEN TO them. They cause it, they make it happen. They make each other’s lives chaotic. And that’s why it was crucial for this production to not feel like somebody is backstage holding a script following each line and blocking. I know that’s what’s happening behind the scenes BUT IT SHOULDN’T LOOK LIKE IT. Because when characters feel directed and forced, they lack energy. And when the characters of a character-driven story lack energy, the story lacks energy.

If they had just cut the musical right there at the tank scene, curtain, bow, I would have been like “ok it wasn’t perfect but I was wrong, that was a good attempt at adapting From Eroica with Love." Because if it had ended there, the boring hour that preceded could have been setting up for one crucial climatic emotional scene.

Uhm, but then they went and did the second half.

[putschki1969]

「Butterfly Dream」Digital Release

In advance of Wakana’s 3rd album release, the lead track “Butterfly Dream” has been made available in digital format to stream and download.

Download link: https://jvcmusic.lnk.to/Wakana_ButterflyDream Wakana Butterfly Dream ℗ Victor Entertainment Released on: 2023-05-10 Composer: Yuki Kishida |  Lyricist: Wakana

Thoughts: Ughhh, I really wanted to adore this but I am having a very hard time getting into the song, especially without the gorgeous visuals of the MV. I really hope and pray that they didn’t choose “Butterfly Dream” as the leading promo track because they thought it was the best track. That wouldn’t bode well for the rest of the album...This might be a personal preference but this isn’t exactly my favourite singing style for Wakana, it’s not particularly flattering imo and it doesn’t help that they are adding additional layers of her vocals on top of her singing. When we first got a few snippets of the MV I actually thought it was an issue with the audio but they obviously did that on purpose :P Melody-wise, neither the verse nor chorus do anything for me but I might have to give the track a few more listens to warm up to it. Not sure what they were trying to attempt by adding that directionless ending part though, that really doesn’t add anything to the song. On a side note, they could have at least tried to put a little bit more effort into that cover XD Then again, the spotty lights kinda match the weird sound effects that are used during the song [Edit: I am surprised to find out that they used actual lights instead of a random filter :P]

On May 10 at 21:00 JST the music video of "Butterfly Dream" will premiere on Wakana's Official YouTube Channel. Ayumi Sakamoto, an up-and-coming female creator was in charge of directing the “Butterfly Dream" music video. It was shot on location at the Oya stone quarry in Utsunomiya City.  The video is an impressive work featuring a dark fantasy worldview with a light waltz rhythm within a mystical atmosphere. Among all of this, Wakana draws attention to herself by being dressed in a bright red outfit. One of the highlights of the MV is the scene where Wakana sits on a steep cliff and sings, please pay attention to that! (Source)

Wakana「Butterfly Dream」Music Video Premiere

Don’t forget to tune in tomorrow!

Wakana  New Album『Sono Saki e』 Rapid-Fire Full Album Listening Event

Right before the premiere of the MV, Wakana will be live-streaming a “Rapid-Fire Full Album Listening Event” on her Official YouTube Channel. It was Wakana’s wish to listen to all the songs together with the fans. The event will be moderated by Takumi Fujita. While listening to the 11 songs recorded for the album, Wakana will share her thoughts and a few anecdotes from the recording process. Please be sure to tune in when all tracks get unveiled for the first time!

[safetycar-restart]

hear me out: cuddle pile with sub!yuki and all kinds of plushies 💕 but no stuffed toy ever compares to his squishiness! it's amazing. brat mode off, it's just peppering him with kisses and embracing. and maybe chasing this beauty around the house for a bit, which is tremendous fun. and yes, if possible, maybe piggyback rides, too!

admittedly he wants to be squeezed and crushed a little when snuggling, but the evening is mostly about laying close and hearing him sing, laughing together, and yuki sucking his mommy's tits, of course. the pillow talk is endless, and snacking together is so cute. slurping ramen, eating sweets, holding him and rubbing his butt. yuki is the most adorable, obedient, and beautiful baby boy.

- george's long legs anon 👕💓

YES YES YES. This is so good and so cute??

Firstly, these days are an EVENT and they are planned as such!! You set a day for it, get everything ready and then turn down any other requests on the day. Because no, you can’t go for dinner with friends you have a very important plan already!! Cuddles!! Cuddles take priority!!

The whole thing is just so cute and so giggly? And yeah, there’s zero brattiness here. None whatsoever. He’s your sweet, giggly good boy!!

You spend so much time just kissing and tickling him, listening to his giggles and laughs and watching his half hearted attempts to escape. He won’t tickle you in return, however he will just attack you with kisses.

And it is an attack!!! He’ll straddle you and hold you down and just attack you with kisses. You are powerless to defend against the kisses. Not that you’d ever want to of course.

I love the idea that he loves to be squeezed and even crushed a little? As much as Yuki likes to act like he wants to he all big and tough, the truth is that he wants to be all small and soft and sweet with you, feeling like a small subby baby.

So when you flip the two of you over and lay on top of him, he’s so happy. It’s the only position where he doesn’t move at all. Normally he’ll always be moving a bit, twitching his leg, running his hand over your back, etc.

But not when you lay on him. When you lay on him he’s completely still, so happy and relaxed and calm. And even when you give him a little squeeze? He’s so happy!! All nice and cosy and warm and surrounded by plushies and his Dom!!!

And of course there’s food involved!! Food is Yuki’s love language!! You can’t have a fun day like that without having some snacks. They’re chosen especially by Yuki of course, and he makes sure to include some of your favourites.

Honestly it’s really just a great bonding time? You chat all the time, telling each other life updates and funny stories and watching videos together.

It’s time that you both cherish, and youd never ever cancel it ever.

Also, maybe sometimes you offer Yuki a cuddle evening on race weekends? It’s a little different though, because you can’t eat snacks or stay up late, but just holding each other and chatting and tickling and kissing relaxes him so well and lets him get a good night’s sleep.

[maochira]

CAN YOU WRITR ABOUT GOING CAPMING WITH LORENZO AND THE COACHES AND KARASU AND YUKI AND ZANTETSU AND SHAKJAHSKDAJSD SHIDOU AND TSUYUSSY ANDNNA DNA AND YE AJM PLEASE

I planned to write this tomorrow BUT here we go now. More irl bllk crackfics because I haven' written one in a hot minute. ALSO STOP CALLING TSUYOSA TSUYUSSY😭😭😭😭😭 anyways. Uhh warnings? implied seggs in the last headcanon

-Lavi and Chris would build the tents while everyone else is running around doing random shenanigans and Noa and Snuffy are watching us so no one gets lost in the woods

-Zantetsu gets lost in the woods

-it's okay we find him again

-the coaches made a campfire and Claire, Zantetsu and me are singing this song

-Karasu thinks it's a stupid song and tries to make us shut up BUT he doesn't win because Yukki and Lorenzo think we're funny

-someone asked about what if we needed to shower and Claire just said "Lorenzo doesn't shower anyways"

-I actually have a really bad fire phobia so Zantetsu and I holding hands the entire time to comfort me

-we do marshmallows over the campfire and Zantetsu's fell down so I gave him mine

-Shidou found a random bug, put it on his stick and held it over the campfire. Yes he ate it.

-Chris just starts talking about the nutrients in the bug???

-I probably trip and fall over a random stick ngl

-Noa having non-stop disappointed dad moments the entire evening

-Lorenzo gets an unbelievable amount of mosquito bites

-Yukimiya is just existing and vibing having a good time even if everyone else is causing chaos

-I share a tend with Zantetsu because we're in a queer platonic relationship and I like cuddles 😁

-Claire shares one with Karasu and attempts to do...more than... cuddles....😔

-Shidou and Tsuyosa definitely did more than cuddles

[lgbtqmanga]

New Releases Oct. 10, 2023

Acid Town vol. 2 by Kyugo

In a run-down city beset with poverty and gangs, survival is a daily struggle for Yuki and his best friend Tetsu. In a desperate attempt to pay for Yuki's brother's hospitalization, the two of them get caught trying to break into a yakuza vault. But the gang's young boss, Kazutaka Hyoudo, takes an interest in Yuki and they strike a deal: Hyoudo is willing to take care of the hospital bills— for a price.

A weekly visit to the Seidoukai office doesn't seem like much to pay, but the boys' connection to the criminal group has already begun to draw the wrong kind of attention. When a shady, malicious figure from Yuki's past reappears in his life, painful secrets are revealed and hard decisions must be made. Can Tetsu overcome the shock of learning about Yuki's dark past to express his deep and unwavering love for his friend?

The Black Cat & the Vampire vol. 1 by Nikke Taino

Blanc College is a prestigious all-boys boarding school where the sons of well-respected families from all over the world study and learn to be independent.

​Yuki, a first-year attending Blanc College on a scholarship, is the perfect student: at the top of his class, quiet and polite. He's a bit of a loner, keeping others at arm's length — except Jean, the devastatingly charming Head Boy, who seems entirely immune to Yuki's aloof attitude.

Their school days are peaceful until, one day, a student gets attacked, and ends up with a wound on his neck that looks suspiciously like a vampire bite! Yuki doesn't have time for this nonsense. And besides, vampires aren't even real... right? 

Black or White vol. 7 by Sachimo

After asking veteran actor Tatara for advice on kissing scenes, Shin is faced with a major dilemma - how does he tell his boyfriend Shige that Tatara ended up kissing him for real? Surprisingly, Shin receives the news well... a little too well, in fact. Can Shin contain his notorious jealousy, or will his next scene with rival Tatara have sparks flying in a whole new way?!

Given manga volume 8 features story and art by Natsuki Kizu.

Hiragi’s band is ready to make its big debut with the help of Ritsuka. And Mafuyu, who’s been wishy-washy about becoming the singer for Given, is now equally as indecisive about his own singing. Ritsuka invites Mafuyu to the debut concert, but he doesn’t accept the invitation, leaving Ritsuka even more confused by his boyfriend’s recent behavior.

I Think I Turned My Childhood Friend Into a Girl Manga Volume 4 features story and art by Azusa Banjo.

“I’m gonna tell Mido. Today, at the summer festival.” Unable to push back his feelings for his childhood friend Mido any longer, Hiura makes up his mind to finally confess to him at the festival taking place at the end of summer. How will Mido, whose makeup skills transformed Hiura’s life, respond?

“I’VE DREAMED ABOUT THEM EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD...”

Pharm is a skittish but friendly young man who is excited to start his new life as a college student. He’ll make friends, join a club... and maybe figure out why he’s always sensed that there’s a certain someone he’s fated to meet. The moment he locks eyes with Dean, the captain of the swimming club, he’s attracted to him in a way he’s never experienced before. Is this who he’s been looking for all this time? Does Dean feel the same way about him? Perhaps the answers lie in past lives they have yet to remember...

Remnants of Filth: Yuwu vol. 2 (novel) by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER

As the case of the murders in the capital comes to a close, Mo Xi takes custody of Gu Mang, the traitor who was once his lover. With his betrayer now firmly in his grasp, Mo Xi believes he can manipulate Gu Mang into revealing the hidden secrets within his broken mind. Yet one question continues to haunt Mo Xi: Is Gu Mang pretending, or has he truly forgotten everything?

Tortured by specters of the past and bound by demands of the present, Mo Xi begins to lose hope of ever gaining the satisfaction he craves. But when Gu Mang’s memories finally do surface, what–or who–will he remember?

Super Morning Star vol. 1 by Kara Aomiya

When a classmate finds out he’s secretly a sentai star, Kaido’s precious life as a regular high schooler is in danger of being stolen, and so’s his heart, in this BL rom-com for fans of Hitorijime My Hero and Sasaki and Miyano! At high school, Kaido seems to be a scary delinquent, but he’s leading a second life as the star of a sentai superhero live show! When sentai superfan classmate Honda discovers Kaido’s secret, Kaido will stop at nothing to make sure it doesn’t get out, but despite himself, the charismatic performer finds himself falling for his biggest fan…

[yaoi-yaoieverywhere]

Going to rank movies Cale could show On and Hong (also Raon) with cats in them. It's that kind of night

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

You KNOW why this is ranked first. It's a great story, kid-friendly of course, the protagonist is a cat, and it will help them deal with trauma and panic attacks in a positive way. The downsides are Cale now has to deal with Hong and On and Raon trailing after him singing WHO IS YOUR FAVORITEEEE FEARLESSSS HEEEEROOO and catching cartwheeling cats falling from every height you can imagine. They have also wheedled the Blue Wolf tribe into taking turns playing Death. Maes remains the best while Lock tries hard but can't remember his lines very well.

2. The Cat Returns

Hong was really charmed by the dashing Baron in this one, so much so Cale is honestly reconsidering letting him meet any nobles or royalty around his age. On similarly was mostly only watching when Yuki or Haru are on screen. The cat kingdom has made them less cautious about possibly encountering other Cat Tribes in the future which is an added social bonus. On was well on her way to plotting a coup of the Cat King too, with Raon chiming in for most destructive methods. Unlike Puss in Boots 2, this movie was good for quiet time after the first watch-through.

3. Oliver and Company

More singing! A relatable plot for the kids! Found family vibes! Ranked here because it encouraged the dangerous stunt of jumping from carriage to carriage in the middle of the capitol, causing quite a mess.

4. The Aristocats

Cale was reluctant to show this one. He's not here to encourage Duchess' behavior in the children- the fussy noble manners or her taste in men. She gets a man prior to the movie, ditches him presumably, has 3 kids, gets a different man after being kidnapped/attempted murdered, doesn't ditch him. that's- Wait a second. That's Cale. Earth 1, had the Soos, they pass, he then goes to another world and ends up with 3 kids, gets several men following him around, they don't die on him and he can't manage to ditch them. Anyway he does not want the children to watch this movie for at least two reasons now, but he had to show them anyway. The only song they took from this one was Everybody Wants To Be A Cat.

5. Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore

This one is farther down mostly because Mr. Tinkles is a villain, but unlike its predecessor at least this one has good cats. As much as spy agencies can be good! This one ranks lower because it needs a fair bit of explaining (deworming horrified the kids) and once they got the jokes they laughed loudly. A lot. This is lower ranked bc the kids never asked to watch it again and it took a lot of effort to get through the first watch anyway.

6. Puss in Boots

Not gonna lie the first Puss in Boots didn't do so hot mostly because Humpty Dumpty fell so flat. It wasn't the worst movie ever, but it wasn't really good enough to show the kids either. So he doesn't!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Iroha Nijiue!

//Well well, seems we got quite some characters here from the Another series then very well, let's begin;

Iroha Nijiue:

Iroha reunites with one of her siblings who is with the Kisaragi Foundation and ends on a sour note.

Iroha gets married but her husband dies and is alone.

Years after the tragedy when Iroha is discover and arrested by Future Foundation, she is no longer with Syobai and is working as a freeter.

Hibiki Otonokoji:

After Hibiki has calm down, her and Yoruko have a talk and Yoruko decides to help her for the trial of Kanade.

Hibiki starts to bond with Iroha's siblings and even becomes friends with them.

Hibiki fights her sister in a sword fight after Kanade wakes up but ends up corner.

Kanade Otonokoji:

Kanade as escape and causes a black out, she corners Hibiki but gets decked.

She gets the life sentence for her crimes which Hibiki visits her.

Kanade gets call out by Katsuo and then decked in the face.

Sora:

Yoruko and Sora travel around the world and spread Divine Luck after the tragedy.

Sora decides to give Divine luck to Nikei, Emma and Hajime.

As waking up those in Utsuroshima's killing game, they were able to get Sora into Akane's body.

Tsurugi Kinjo:

Tsurugi yells at one of Iroha's siblings for not doing anything and being related to a member of Void.

Tsurugi and Nikei have a very long conversation about the situation which leaves Tsurugi very conflicted about the entire situation.

Tsurugi gets killed by Rei.

Yuki Meada:

Yuki travels with Yoruko and Sora after the tragedy.

After Yuki gets his body back, Shinji adopts Yuki learning that his mom and dad are dead thanks to Akane and Utsuro.

Yuki is a head and is stuck in a jar.

Shobai Hashimoto:

Shobai sneaks on Jabberwock Island as everyone is busy with missions to get the Neo World Program.

Shobai hijack a car and takes off with Iroha.

He helps with the situation on Utsuroshima.

Yoruko Kabuya:

Setsuka and Yoruko have a conversation about Hibiki, which Yoruko realizes her hypocrisy.

Yoruko attempts to shoot Kanade but misses her.

Sora and Yoruko go to a bar to get a drink, turns out Sora doesn't like alcohol.

Rei Mekaru:

Rei gets really drunk but after that starts to see a therapist about everything and plans to go back to the US to become a teacher when Tsurugi returns.

Rei gets into karaoke and starts singing heavy metal in a drunk rage.

Rei visits the graves of her former Classmates and adds one more.

Shinji Kasai:

Shinji meets Kanata a bit more properly before the tragedy.

Shinji invites Yoruko, Sora, Yuri, Setsuka and Hibiki over for dinner which they all discuss plans for the future.

Shinji after the events of Utsuroshima's killing game goes into retirement from the next generation of hope.

Teruya Otori:

Teruya stops an argument between Tsurugi and Rei.

In the Afterlife theater, we get to see him interacting with Haruhiko, Satsuki and Kiyoka.

Teruya is revive along with everyone else.

[historyandarthijinks]

#7 Quick Facts

American Presidents

Calvin Coolidge enjoyed buzzing for his bodyguards and then hiding under his desk as they frantically searched for them.

Herbert Hoover refused his salary for presidency. Instead he gave all his federal paychecks to charity.

Theodore Roosevelt made the world record for most handshakes during one day. Which would be 8,513 handshakes at a white house reception, on January 1st 1907.

William Howard Taft went for a bath one day in the white house only to get stuck because he was morbidly obese. A new larger bath tub had to be made for him.

Barrack Obama went for a down to earth style campaign. While in Indiana he frequently stopped to play basketball with people, due to the state having a basketball obsession.

Theodore Roosevelt was shot by an assassination attempt while giving a speech. A metal glasses case stopped the bullet. Roosevelt proceeded to mock the attempted assassin, and continued giving the speech.

George Washington became close friends with Marquis de Lafayette, so close in fact Lafayette named one of his sons after the first president.

George Washington got the idea to only rule for one term through trying times, then step down from roman emperor Cincinnatus. Who only ruled Rome to aid it through hard times then promptly stepped down.

John Quincy Adams is credited for having one of the most dangerous pets in the white house, that being an alligator given to him by Marquis de Lafayette.

James Madison had a pet parrot named Polly that proceeded to outlive both him and his wife.

Ulysses S. Grant came from a big civil rights family, so much so that when he went to marry a woman whose family owned slaves, his parents refused to attend the wedding.

Before Calvin Coolidge died he confided in a friend, “I feel I no longer fit in with these times.”, later he died unexpectedly from a blood clot/heart attack.

Lyndon B. Johnson would sing duets with his dog Yuki for white house guess, because the dog loved to howl alongside his singing.

Donald Trump is the only president to not have any pets.

Joe Biden is a major lover of German Shepherds, and adopted a cat after it jumped onto a stage during a rally in Pennsylvania.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, SHU AMIGUCHI. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Laur age: 30 pronouns: She/they ooc contact: charmonydove on Twitter other characters in xc: Aventurine

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Shu Amiguchi age: 18 pronouns: He/him series: 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim canon point: Post-game but Pre-Epilogue app triggers: Drugs, trauma to the brain, body horror, amnesia

personality:

Shu Amiguchi is known to be a ladies man, someone who’s flirtatious, rich, has all the latest movies and games consoles, and is known to be a bit of a sleazeball with people. Although Shu does like to tease people, and can come off as really carefree and smooth with his words towards someone, deep down he deeply cares for those he’s close to. Shu can be really generous with helping others, and does have a lot of respect when it comes to turning someone down, assuming that, if someone is asking to speak to him privately, it’s because they are interested in him and are confessing their love, which is something he went through quite a bit.

Shu has been told he can be quite an annoying friend when it comes down to this reason. Although also considered a sleazeball, Shu is actually incredibly smart, shown when Yuki finds his grade papers once. Shu is studious and has a lot of time to himself. it’s implied that he doesn’t often see/spend time with his parents, and has a fairly big apartment complex floor all to himself.

Shu is incredibly understanding and determined. Even if he may seem superficial on the outside, he isn’t someone who would ever judge another on their looks. He's considerate with other people, and will give them a push if need be. An example of this was when it was found out that Shu encouraged Tomi with her singing online, saying how she was a big inspiration to him. Shu will go out of his way to treat others how he’d, himself, want to be treated, and although he can be incredibly teasing and can come off as strong, he wouldn’t let anyone fall behind or ever belittle someone. He's compassionate, caring, and incredibly loyal and reliable. Although he has rejected and brushed aside a lot of confessions, he still takes other people’s feelings seriously.

something your muse struggles with: Identity crisis, self-value, finding motivation, finding a reason, self-sacrificing.

your muse’s greatest strength: Smart, athletic, quick on the uptake, motivated, determined, adaptable, selfless, kind.

history / background:

This will contain major spoilers for the game 13 sentinels: Aegis Rim. Iit will also contain mentions of drug use, different identities and time loops.

Shu Amiguchi started to have weird dreams that replicated the movies he had been watching with his fellow classmate, Juro Kurabe, in which he was fighting against kaiju and piloting big mecha robots called sentinels. Turns out, sooner or later, this was appearing to be a lot more than just a dream. For Shu Amiguchi in particular, the moment an idol on his T.V. screen started talking to him, he knew there was more to his dreams than meets the eye. the idol on the tv was asking for his help, and, throughout his dreams, shu began to see different events of a ruined future, a world that had already fallen to the kaiju, and, as well, a classmate in his class by the name of tomi, a girl he had seen and told her he’d admired her singing. the more the plot advanced, the more vivid the dreams were.

And then Shu met Yuki, a girl who had taken his interest by storm, a girl unlike other girls he had met, and this wasn’t just a smooth brain talking. Shu had offered to help aid Yuki, offering her a ride on his motorcycle, only to find that the city’s outer walls extended to some sort of underground facility. Beyond that, Shu was beginning to see his dreams through, not his own eyes, but the eyes of a man named Tetsuya Ida. In this dream, he was attempting to bring back Tomi through an ai, her body having been lost. Her data and conscience had been transmitted into this android, and Tetsuya Ida seemed desperate. Shu awoke feeling rather complicated, still wondering why he was having dreams through another man’s eyes. Through then another dream, coming back to the same laboratory, Shu, through Tetsuya Ida’s vision, also revived data of a man named Juro Izumi, in an attempt to interrogate him, blaming him for the death of his friends.

Shu later found that Tetsuya Ida had some history with the idol speaking to Shu through his t.v. Her name was Miyuki Inaba. when being told by Miyuki herself that Tetsuya Ida was going to try and have her eliminated, and then meeting a girl named Ryoko Shinonome, shu again offered to help in discovering the truth behind these dreams and why he was seeing them through Tetsuya Ida’s eyes. It was then later revealed that, in another time, Shu was tetsuya ida, and was revealed to be a clone. Although this Shu was different, and did everything he could to oppose Tetsuya Ida’s plans in foiling everyone’s plans to keep on living, finding out the truth behind Operation Aegis, an operation that meant to stop the constant lime loops and shut down the different time sectors that people were living in, shu found his purpose in battling against his fate, wanting to claim a life for his own that was different from Tetsuya Ida, as well as protecting the ones he cared for.

Later, after fighting off the last of the kaiju with the help of Miyuki Inaba, Shu came to realise that he had been nothing more than a clone, placed into a sentinel, and was a project in the hopes of living in humanity again, on a new planet, years and years after the earth’s destruction.

powers / abilities:

Shu is able to summon his sentinel by swiping at an area on his body just under his eye. He is able to pilot the sentinel, but being in the sentinel for too long can bring damage to the brain, called a brain overload.

In Shu’s sentinel, he is able to use:

Multiple Rocket Launchers: shoot rockets at enemies

Pulse Arm Laser: shoots a beam on a specified spot which causes damage and Ignores armour

Shield Matrix: summons a barrier that can nullify enemy attacks

Laser Beam: uses both hands to unleash a beam of light at enemies

Leg Spikes: channels electric shock attacks

Float Mine: can scatter mines which if stepped on/come into contact with, will explode

Flare torpedo: plants a specific mine which if stepped on will detonate

Shield regen: able to summon a barrier which also aids and heals allies and restores 30% of their hp

inherent abilities:

Good With Words: Shu Amiguchi has excellent social skills, which often puts him in rather tight spots with girls! He is talkative, charismatic, and pretty much considered a “playboy” (or ladies man) and most of this does come down to his smooth-talking, which, more often than not, shu will claim is him just being nice. Regardless of whether his flirtations are on purpose or not, there’s no denying that he can probably sweet talk himself out of potential awkward situations/problems.

Smarty Pants: Shu is, again surprisingly, really intelligent! He gets high grades and is actually pretty quick-witted and tech savvy too! This could fall down to Shu playing a lot of video games in his spare time.

Loyal: Shu is, without a doubt, loyal and devoted, and a little persistent in some cases. it can be incredibly hard to sway him once he sets his mind on something! As a matter of fact, Shu can be pretty relentless in his goals, depending on the situation and what for.

items / weapons:

N/A

starting ability: Being able to summon his sentinel! starting item: N/A

extra:

Nothing that happens in the epilogue of 13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim applies to Shu!

Sorry his flirting is extremely cringe.

discord id: shuamiguchi