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woodrokiro · 3 years

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Bar Service (fic)

Fandom: Bleach

Characters/Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: Bartenders--especially bartenders around the corner from her apartment--are strictly off limits. Restaurant AU. Written for @ichirukimonth . TW warning for mentioned child abuse.

She doesn’t think much of the restaurant a few blocks away from her new apartment.

She always passes it to and from her work commute, of course. Maybe from time to time she glanced over, musing how it looks cute enough--a great place to take a date or some friends....

Before Rukia remembers: 1. She doesn’t have the time or capacity to date, and 2. She has no friends here yet… And probably won’t for a while, considering her lifelong difficulty making them in the first place.

It’s fine by her, honestly. She likes throwing everything she has into her job, loves doing her best to earn a smile or laugh from her patients. That’s enough social interaction for her, and at the end of the day she can go home, pour a glass of wine, switch the television on to some silly drama and order takeout without mourning the “loss” of a Friday night.

So for the first few months that she’s living in Karakura: no. She doesn’t even think about stepping foot in Amore e Morte.

Until she gets a particularly bad case at work.

The fact that it was a foster child case alone makes her heart hurt--but of course, there’s always more with these sort of situations.

A little girl named Hina, aged eight but looking so much smaller waiting there in her office. The social worker sitting with her--a woman named Rangiku, who Rukia knows a little and actually quite likes--squeezes Hina’s tiny hand before pulling Rukia to the side, quietly explaining the situation.

Physical abuse from her former home where she had been for a year. Her teacher kept noticing bruises in odd places and finally called CPS, who did nothing for two months before the behavior escalated and Hina ended up in the ER.

Her new foster mom is a real nice lady, says she hasn’t been acting out or anything but… Rangiku shrugs, flashing a reassuring smile when the little girl looks their way. You know.

She knows.

So Rukia does what she does best: she goes to the little girl, introduces herself by her first name, and focuses on her work until she can sob angrily in her car at lunch break.

And when her workday is done, when her emotions are fried and she’d really like a drink or three anywhere but her lonely apartment--she sees the restaurant’s sign, glowing warmly in the dusk light.

Amore e Morte. Love and death. A weird name for a restaurant, she thinks, and wonders if the owners either don’t know Italian and thought the name was cool or are just uppity snobs.

If you’d stop being so cynical you might go out and actually enjoy life. She can practically hear Renji’s voice scoffing in her ear now.

She parks her car at home before walking back over to the restaurant.

The outside of the restaurant is nice enough, but the inside is… Well. Lovely.

Brick walls painted white make the entire place look minimalist yet cozy. A couple of trendy paintings hanging sparsely through the restaurant makes the environment chic, but not overbearing. A few hanging lanterns bring just enough light to let everyone see where they’re going, but otherwise candles are utilized at each of the tables for a romantic touch.

Rukia sees by the sheer number of couples there that it is indeed a good place to bring a date.

And by the looks of one dish smelling deliciously of chicken and bell peppers that passes her by in a waiter’s hand, the food isn’t too bad either. Rukia’s mouth waters.

“A table for one, miss?”

Rukia startles from her musings, feeling rather silly as the bright and cheery hostess smiles patiently back.

“Oh! No, I don’t think that’s necessary. I wouldn’t want to take up one of your tables. Do you have bar seating?”

“Of course! Right this way.”

The hostess leads her into an adjacent room that sits tucked away from the main dining room. There’s still a couple of tables in this room, and two of the eight bar stools are occupied but it’s so much quieter here, the noise of the dining room a mere buzz. She breathes a small sigh of relief as she takes the stool at the far end. She wanted to be out and about, just… Not that out and about.

“Our bartender Kurosaki-kun will be taking care of you. I believe he’s just in the back talking to Chef, he should be right back.”

Rukia thanks her, taking a glance at the menu.

She quickly finds out Chef Yasutora Sado’s menu inspiration is Mexican-Japanese fusion cuisine, which is… Interesting, considering the restaurant’s name is Italian. In any case, she’s fascinated. Rukia by no account considers herself a foodie, but the thought of blending traditional Japanese dishes with Mexican spices and turning them into something like sukiyaki tacos makes her stomach growl.

“Can I get you something other than water to drink?”

Her gaze flickers from the menu to the well-toned arm extended out toward her, pouring a glass of water. Her eyes move up the arm to the man it’s attached to.

A handsome guy, she’ll admit: if it wasn’t for the obviously bleached orange hair, the sword tattoo on his forearm peeking out from under his rolled sleeve, and the fact that he looked like he wanted to be literally anywhere else.

If she had to pick him out from a crowd, there’s no doubt she’d know him as a bartender. What a walking cliche.

“Yes, I’ll take--” She didn’t even take a glance at the drink menu. She looks down quickly. “Sorry. Can I get a matcha mojito?”

He nods, his hands suddenly flying through liquors and shakers and mixes to make her drink. “You ready for food, too?”

“Any recommendations?”

“Everything.”

She snorts. She’d be irritated by the subpar service if it wasn’t for his small smirk at her response.

“Seriously, everything’s good here. If you get something you don’t like, drinks are on me.”

“Risky.” Rukia lifted an eyebrow. “You place that bet with every customer?”

“Every single one.”

She highly doubts that, but she appreciates the trust in his workplace nonetheless. She orders a couple of small plates, and he tends to his other drink orders while she sips her own.

The food, when it comes out, is… Infuriatingly good. Infuriating because she would have loved to have scored a couple free drinks off the arrogant punk bartender, but she’ll have to swallow her pride because the sukiyaki taco is absolute divinity. She sips her second drink, already accepting that she’s gonna have to admit to him she’ll be paying full price for everything she ordered.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like she’ll have a chance to gloat. From what she hears next door, dinner service has picked up and with that: drink orders. He’s doing as well as he can--hands expertly flying through the liquors, garnishing the cocktails with an expert flourish before passing them on to a server--but she can tell he’s feeling the stress, particularly when he reads his second to last ticket in the rush.

“Fuck,” she hears as he rolls his eyes, stalking over to the wine cabinet. A server comes by, concerned.

“You need anything, Ichigo?”

He waves a hand, not turning to look at his coworker. “No, no I’m fine. Just annoying when I don't open a bottle before rush, that’s all.”

The server scuttles off to tend to her tables while Rukia watches him bang a (very expensive looking) wine bottle on the counter, clumsily ripping into the foil with an opener. At one point he cuts his thumb, and he half-hazardly wraps a paper napkin around it while he tries helplessly to pull the cork up. The wine opener doesn’t grip the bottle steadily a couple of times, she waits on baited breath to see if he’ll break the bottle. After a few dangerous-looking test runs, he manages to hoist the cork up, cursing out a “fucking finally” at the sound of the cork popping.

The whole thing must have taken ten minutes.

Maybe it’s the matcha mojitos finally hitting her, but she can’t help it. She laughs.

He shoots her a wild look and she covers her chuckles with the back of her hand.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m not--it’s not funny. I just… That was the most atrocious opening of a wine bottle I’ve ever seen.”

Ichigo stares for a moment before scoffing, turning back to his (finally opened) bottle and pours the wine into a glass. “Yeah, well… I don’t do wine service here, lady.”

“Excuse me? That’s ridiculous. You’re a bartender.”

“Exactly. Bartender. I do cocktails, not fancy wine stuff.”

“Let me guess, you consider yourself a mixologist.”

“Don’t ever call me that. Ever.” He’s shaking his head as he moves on to his next order, but oddly enough Rukia feels like she knows he’s suddenly having a good time. “Like I said, I don’t do wine etiquette and all that. That’s for the servers.”

“I’m just… It’s hard to believe you’ve made it this far in a nicer restaurant’s bar without knowing how to open wine.”

“Not that far. I’ve been here for like, six months.” He shrugs at her inquisitive stare. “Old buddies with the chef. I bar backed in college where he was a line cook, so… And if he ever got sick of me, my sister is his sous chef. Then again, she’s more likely to fire me than he is, the brat.”

“Especially with you not knowing how to open a fine vintage.”

“Get over it. When it’s not busy I get one of the servers to help me.” He looks down, having seemingly forgotten about his paper toweled thumb. “Shit. Hang on, I gotta get a bandaid from the back--”

“I have some, if you want.” Rukia starts digging through her purse. “If there’s not some restaurant code for the kind of bandage you’re supposed to use, of course.”

“If it looks neater than a shoddy paper towel job, ‘should be fine. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Here.”

He stares at her outstretched hand. She stares back, getting more irritated as she waits.

“What?”

“... It’s a Chappy bandaid.”

“So?”

“So why are you a grown ass woman carrying around Chappy bandaids?”

“They’re for my patients, for kids.” She’s telling the truth, technically. To say she also quite enjoys Chappy as a character does not need to be mentioned. “Do you want it or not? Swallow your manly pride or go looking for an ugly beige bandage while your tickets pile up again. Tick tock.”

“Fine! All right, already.” He takes the bandaid and starts unpeeling the paper adhesive. “You a pediatrician or something?”

“Child psychologist.” Suddenly Rukia remembers Hina’s sweet face and feels terrible for not thinking about her once this entire dinner.

“Jesus.” Ichigo’s shaking his head, pressing Chappy to his cut.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the guilt, maybe it’s the fact that it’s such a weird response to her revealing her profession, but Rukia can’t help it. She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms.

If he’s uncomfortable with her sudden hostility, he doesn’t show it. He shrugs. “It’s just… I can imagine it’s a hard job. Sometimes, anyway.”

Oh.

“Oh,” she exhales. “I’m sorry, I--yes. It can be, yes.I just… That sort of response I’ve only ever gotten from people that don’t believe in the importance of mental health. ‘Shrink talk’ and what have you.”

“Nah, I believe it.” He’s finished his job of covering his wound and moved on to his next drink order.

She’s abashedly stirring the ice in her glass when she barely hears him say: “I had to go to a children’s therapist once, as a kid. Helped me a lot.”

She raises her head to look at him. He hasn’t changed his facial expression, nor is there any change to his body language as he continues to do his job--but as a psychologist, Rukia can’t help but wonder whether she’s the first person he’s ever told this to.

“Me too. When I was a child, I… A therapist had helped me, too.” She raises her glass and clears her throat. “To recognizing childhood trauma, I suppose.”

He lets out a short laugh at the sudden dark joke, a sound so quick and so… So nice she can’t stop the fleeting thought that it’s a sound she’d like to hear more of. She shoves it away.

Bartenders are absolutely off limits.

He raises the glass that he’s mixing a cocktail in. “Yeah. Cheers.”

Later when she finally picks up the check, she pauses.

“Excuse me.” She waves Ichigo down, maybe just a tad tipsy. “You got the check wrong.”

He frowns, taking the bill from her and scanning it. “What are you…”

“You forgot to put a drink on there. My third one.”

It clicks and he rolls his eyes. “Oh my god.”

“What? I’m being honest.”

“It’s on me.” He slides the receipt back to her.

“But I didn’t dislike any of the dishes!”

“Take some advice, will you Doc? If the restaurant staff didn’t put something on your bill and you still got it, chances are: we wanted to give it to you.” They lock eyes for an intense moment before he clears his throat, looks down to wipe his (suspiciously clean) bar. “‘To childhood trauma,’ and all that. Now stop yapping so loud about it. You want everyone in the restaurant to hear about me giving out free stuff?”

She shuts her mouth at that, but one small detail about what he said is bothering her.

“It’s not ‘Doc,’ so you know. I have a name. It’s Rukia. Rukia Kuchiki.”

“Okay. Whatever, Rukia.” He turns around and waves his hand. “And I’m Ichigo. Just pay your damn bill and come back soon or whatever.”

And with that: she guesses she has a new spot.

#bleach #ichiruki #irmonth2021 #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #my stuff #may or may not be multi chapter if I'm being reeeal #but this was fun so maybe

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laventae · 3 years

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Serendipity

Summary: You accidentally bump into Suna once, then a second time, then a third time.... before it starts seeming like fate has already decided its course for the both of you.

Pairings: Suna Rintaro x F!reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, College/Uni au

Word count: 3.4k words

Part: 1 , (2) , (3) , (TBC)

(A/N: I suck at writing summaries but anyways. This is/was supposed to be part of my [HQ Boys - Pretending to be your boyfriend] series, but I really wanted to make this slightly longer than my usual one-shots. Also, this story will probably have every cheesy trope you know, so, proceed with caution and I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.)

THUD

‘Okay, what the fuck is going on?’ you think as you slowly try to open your eyes.

Looking at your bedside table, you reach for your phone and check the time

7:35 A.M

‘Ugh... it’s too early for this shit...’ you think as you yawn.

You remember your shift at work starts at about 9 a.m., so you decide to sleep for a bit longer.

You place your phone back down on your bedside table, and turn in bed, covering your face with a pillow.

THUD

“Goddammit, what’s going on outside?!” you exclaim, getting out of your bed and heading for the front door.

You open the door hastily, and find your landlord standing in the hallway of your apartment building, then notice multiple moving boxes scattered around, and movers talking some of the boxes into the apartment opposite yours.

You’re both startled when you open the door, but she softens as soon as she notices it was you.

“Good morning, Mrs. Saito. What’s going on?” you ask her sleepily.

“Goodness, I’m sorry they woke you up as well, sweetheart. The new tenant told me they were moving in today but I didn’t know the movers were coming this early and causing this much of a ruckus!” she exclaims, looking like she was just as annoyed by the noise as you were.

“Well, the new tenant certainly didn’t make a good first impression, huh?” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

She chuckles softly, “I guess not. They’re not even here yet, so I’m just going to have to stay here until the movers are done” she sighs.

“Want me to make you a cup of coffee?”

“Oh, that’s alright, sweetheart, you should go back in and try to get some more sleep” she says, waving you back into your apartment.

You try to insist, but you feel too tired. Instead, you just nod and go back in, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, you head to your bedroom again; you figure you should try to get a bit more sleep in before you actually start getting ready for work.

-~-~-

After tossing and turning in bed for a couple of minutes, the noise wouldn’t get any quieter, so you thought you might as well get out of bed and head to your part-time job a bit earlier than usual.

You start getting ready, and make a quick cup of coffee to give Mrs. Saito on your way out. She thanks you and you go on your way.

When you first moved into your apartment about 2 years ago, you were able to find a pretty decent part-time job working as a barista at coffee shop nearby. It was only about two blocks away from where you lived, so it was super convenient; and a plus point, you were never late.

Checking your phone again, you notice the time

8:35 A.M

“It’s still so early...” you yawn as you take out your headphones and play some music to listen to while you walk to the coffee shop, talking your time.

After about 15 minutes of enjoying your morning walk, and window shopping on the stores along the way, you reach your destination and open the front door.

“Goodmorning, y/n!” you hear your boss call out to you as soon as you enter, “Early as usual, I see”

You chuckle as you head in his direction, “Oh, you know me, always excited to get to work!” you joke.

He laughs, “Yesterday was your last day of your second Uni semester, wasn’t it?” he asks you.

“Yeah, made it out in one piece thankfully”

He laughs again, “I’m sure you did well, I've seen how stressed out you’ve been about it but I also know how hard you’ve been studying, don’t worry” he assures you as he points to the chairs in the shop, silently asking you to help him out with setting them up.

“How do you know that?” you sigh, grabbing a few chairs and setting them down.

He stops what he’s doing and looks at you, “You think I didn’t notice the dark circles you kept coming in with, during every shift, for the past couple of weeks?”

“Was it that obvious?” your eyes widen.

“Definitely” he answers and you both laugh.

After setting up the last few chairs, your boss speaks up again, “Alright, why don’t you head in and get ready, I’ll just be out here setting up the register before we open in a couple of minutes”.

You nod and walk back to the staff locker area.

-~-~-

The day goes by slowly, as usual, and after a few hours, you take your break and head to the staff room locker area to relax and have a (late) breakfast.

‘I really need this right now’ you sigh as you take a sip of your coffee, feeling more tired than usual, and blame it on having to wake up super early that morning.

You check your phone and notice a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Call me when you're on your break!”

You smile and shake your head, dialing up her number.

It rings a couple of times before your best friend picks up.

“Hey y/n!!” she yells excitedly

“Hey Hina,” you laugh, “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to remind you that we are going out tonight to celebrate my birthday, you still remember, right?”

“Oh, was that today?” you joke

“Y/N!!!”

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding, you know I'll be there” you shake your head

“Good! I'll also be inviting some of my friends from Uni, but I want us to hangout still. It’s been a while since we’ve actually caught up. And I'm finally gonna be able to come to your city!”

The both of you actually met during your first year in University through mutual friends. Even though you both were in different majors, you hit it off right away. And after that, the both of you always tried to make time to hang out, whether it was between classes, during lunch breaks, or whenever the both of you had the time.

However, it was sometimes hard to meet up during weekends, since she lived in the city next to yours, so whenever she had the chance to come to your city, or you were able to go to hers, you guys would always spend it together.

“Yeah, I guess with exams and all it was hard for us to actually see each other”

“Exactly, anyways I’m excited for tonight!”

“Yeah, me too..!”

“Hey, do you sound more tired than usual, or is it just me?” she asks you, sounding worried.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just woke up super early today, not willingly though” you sigh, “don't even ask, I'll tell you about it later”

“Alright... if you say so”

“Anyways, I gotta get back to work now, so, I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Alright! Dress sexy, okay? You promised we would dress up!”

“Yeah, yeah, I'll try my best” you both laugh before hanging up.

-~-~-

It was about 5 p.m when you finally reach your house, after leaving your part-time job, and finishing up some outdoor chores you had for the day.

You sigh as you get off the elevator to your floor.

You notice the empty hallway as you walk to your apartment; you suppose that the movers were already done and have left at this point.

You glance over to the door opposite yours at the end of the floor’s hallway.

‘I wonder if they're home yet...’ you think before you unlock the door of your apartment and go in.

You sigh as you place your groceries and bag on your kitchen island and start putting everything away.

You were supposed to meet Hina later tonight, at around 7 p.m, to celebrate her birthday. That meant you had a couple more hours to spend at home, so you decide to make some lunch/dinner and watch a movie on Netflix.

-~-~-

“Hey Hina, I’ll just go outside and answer this call real quick alright?” you try to call out to your friend as you get out of your chair, but she looks at you confused, the music playing loudly in the pub and the bustling of the people inside made it hard for her to hear your voice from across the table.

You point to your phone, and as realization hits her, she nods.

You attempt to make your way out of the pub, trying to worm between the people inside and make your way to the door. However, you suddenly run into someone before you reach the door, and accidentally drop their drink.

“I’m so sorry!” you tell them, looking up and noticing it was an old man, long white hair settling over his shoulders.

He looks annoyed at first but then his face relaxes when he sees you.

“I can pay for the drink!” you tell him apologetically.

“Oh, that’s alright, gorgeous, it was just a mistake” he answers you, smiling.

‘Okay...’ you think as you get a weird feeling in your gut.

“Would you like me to buy you-”

“Okay, Bye” you cut him off, smiling awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you; you reach for the door and leave the pub.

It suddenly gets much quieter, and you feel yourself relax, finally being able to breathe.

Honestly, you didn’t really get a call from anyone, you were just feeling tired, and wanted to take a break from all the noise.

You check the time on your phone,

11:54 P.M

You sigh, ‘I wanna go back home...’

It’s not that you weren’t having fun with Hina and her friends, but you were frankly not that close with them, and even though they are all very nice, having to be social for a long time takes a toll on your mental and physical strength sometimes.

Startled, you turn around when you hear the door of the pub open again behind you.

“Hey,” you hear Hina say as she approaches you, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah sorry, that was just my mom checking up on me” you lie to her, putting your phone back in your bag.

She nods, but you know she's slightly suspicious of your answer as she eyes you carefully

“You tired?” she asks you.

You chuckle nervously, ‘well, that didn’t take long’.

“Yeah, I'm really sorry, it’s getting late and it’s kind of been a long day”

She chuckles, “It’s okay, I thought your battery might have run out by now”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Then you look at her apologetically.

“Yeah, I think I might head home for the night, is that alright with you?” you ask her, feeling bad you couldn’t stay longer.

She laughs and goes in to hug you goodbye, “You know it’s fine, I’m just glad I got to see you today! But, promise me we would hangout together again soon?”

You sigh, relieved, “you know I'd cancel any plans I have, just to see you” you shake your head as you hug her back.

“And promise me you’ll think about that date I wanna set you up on” she giggles as you both let go.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll think about it” you reply, used to her trying to set you up on these blind dates that you don’t necessarily really want to go to.

“Alright. You want me to call you a cab or walk you home?” she asks as you turn around and start leaving.

“No! It’s fine, my house is literally a couple of blocks away, go back! Have fun!” you say assuring her, and waving her to go back and hangout with her friends.

“Are you sure, y/n?”

“Yess! Go!” you tell her, and turn back around, walking away again.

-~-~-

After walking for a few minutes, you notice how quiet it was outside, except for the few open pubs you passed by earlier. I mean, it wasn’t really a huge surprise, it was getting pretty late, and almost all stores in the area were closed at that point. But, because you weren’t usually out that late at night all alone, it somehow made it feel even emptier and quieter.

You look up at the sky as you walk on the sidewalk and notice a few stars scattered along the night sky. It makes you smile and you close your eyes and take a deep breath.

‘I wonder how many of those are actually just satellites...’ you think to yourself as you open your eyes, and you can’t help but let out a small chuckle.

You feel your phone vibrate and notice you got a text message.

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it.

FROM ‘Wifeyy <3’: “Heyy! Text me when you get home safe!”

You smile as you read the message, but then feel a sudden chill down your spine.

‘Weird...’

You put your phone down and suddenly start hearing faint footsteps behind you.

‘Alright, that’s fine... it’s just someone walking home as well’ you try to assure yourself but can’t help but still feel anxious.

After a few minutes, you still hear the foot steps behind you, slowly getting closer. That, somehow, making you feel more anxious.

‘I’m just overthinking this right?’

You try to increase your pace, to check if they really were following you. Even if they weren’t, you hope to try and lose them all together. It didn’t help that the way to your apartment would be to keep walking straight, and the alleys around the buildings on the way were blocked off at the ends, not making it any safer for you to try and find a way around.

But then you hear the person behind you increase their pace as well.

‘Fuck’ you think, feeling scared and panicked, ‘they're definitely following me, aren’t they?’

You panic as you think of what to do next, then decide to take out your phone and call someone.

‘Who the fuck do I call? Hina? The police? I-’

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear someone yell something from the sidewalk on the other side of the street you were walking on.

Your head snaps to where the voice came from and you notice a guy running up to you, “Babe?”

You try to back away before the boy reaches you, but, “I’ve been waiting for you, what took you so long?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug.

“I don’t know yo-!”

“Someone’s following you” he whispers in your ear before letting you complete your sentence.

Your heart stops when you hear him say that and you begin to feel your eyes tear up.

He pulls away, looking at you, and you suddenly notice you stopped hearing the footsteps coming from behind you.

You look back and see a man standing in the middle of the street, your eyes widen when you notice his long white hair.

‘That’s the fucking creepy old guy from the pub, I knew he seemed off!’

“My name is Suna. I was just in that supermarket over there, on the other side of the street, when I noticed him following you” he tells you quietly, as he subtly points at a store behind him. You look over his shoulder and notice a small, old looking supermarket, with an ‘Open 24/7′ neon light flickering over it. “Do you want me to walk you back home?” the boy asks you, and your eyes snap back to him.

You’re then able to see him much clearer, his pale, yellow eyes looking into yours. He had a blank expression on his face but you could hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and you hesitantly nod at him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I'm here” you hear him say as he puts an arm around you, pulling you closer, and walks with you in the direction you were originally going in.

After a few moments, you hear the footsteps behind you, again, but this time they started to sound more distant, as if the creepy, old guy was walking away.

Your heart starts calming down a bit as you both walk silently for a few minutes.

You then feel the boy remove his arm from around you and you slightly stumble.

‘Was he supporting me this whole time..?’ you think to yourself as you try to steady yourself back on your own feet.

He turns around, “I’m sure he’s gone by now” he tells you, looking back at you.

You turn around to check as well, and feel yourself finally be able to breathe again when you don’t see anyone behind you. You look back at the boy and nod.

“You live around here?” he asks you and you finally notice where you were.

Realizing you were only about a block away from your house, you stop.

“What?” the boy asks as he turns around to face you, when he realizes you weren't walking next to him anymore.

“This is me” you answer quickly, pointing to a random building you were standing in front of.

He was nice enough to help you back there, so, it's not that you weren’t thankful, but you were still feeling a bit anxious, and you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Oh,” the boy says, looking up at the building you pointed to, then looks back to you, “I'll watch you go in” he continues, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, uhm, okay..” you nervously say, turning to the building.

‘Shit... I hope the entrance door isn’t locked...’

You reach for the door and push it.

‘Oh, thank god...’ you sigh, relieved.

You quickly turn back to look at him again, and notice his eyes following you.

“Thank you”

He just nods at you, a blank expression still on his face.

You get inside the building and the door closes behind you. You weren’t sure if he was looking so you make your way to the elevators. You pretend you pressed a button, hoping he stopped looking at you through the glass door at that point.

You look behind you and notice he wasn’t there anymore, so you run slowly towards the door and see him walking away.

You place a hand on your heart, and sigh again. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths.

‘Why does it feel like it’s been a really long night...?’

You decide to wait for a few minutes, making sure he wouldn’t still be around the area when you try to run to where you actually lived. It was probably a couple of buildings away so, if you make a quick run for it, you think, you would definitely make it.

You open the glass door slowly and take a quick peak around the street.

‘Nobody’s here...’

You take a quick breath before you make a run for it.

As you thought, it easily took you a minute or two to get to your building. You quickly push the entrance door and run to elevators.

As soon as it arrives, you get in and press the floor you lived on.

A few moments pass before the elevator doors open and you can't help but breathe a sigh of relief as you’re welcomed with your usual empty, but now comforting hallway.

You step out and head for your apartment when you notice someone standing at the door opposite yours at the end of that hallway, trying to unlock it.

‘Oh, it’s probably the new tenant...’ you think as you walk to your door.

It was pretty silent so you decide to at least welcome them, hoping it would make the awkward silence less... awkward.

“Hey,” you say turning to face them when you get to your door, “You’re the new tenant, righ-” but you quickly stop and your eyes widen when the person turns around to face you.

‘Wait, isn’t he the guy that just walked me back ‘home’??’

He still carried a blank expression on his face, but you notice his eyes slightly widen when he notices who you were as well.

‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... What do I say?’ you panic as you both stand there, looking at each other.

“Oh, you live here?” he breaks the silence, sounding pretty calm.

“Oh, yeah,” you say turning around and quickly unlock your door and go in, “Goodnight!” you yell, panicked.

You accidentally make eye contact with him one last time before you swiftly close the front door, leaving him there, looking blankly at your apartment door instead.

‘He’s my new neighbor??’

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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•Hello again, I’m the anon who requested gender neutral s/o! Thank you so much for writing such beautifully-written story between Garou and them. I’ve ended up loving it very much it was very good read, aww big kudos for you! ❤❤

And for the next request, as the fandom still hyped about part-timer Garou, how about of the continuation of the previous story:

The s/o has a stable job already, right? And Garou realized that currently being a freeloader in s/o’s house makes him a bit guilty. So he decided to lessen the s/o’s burden by taking a part-time job.

The s/o actually don’t mind of Garou being a freeloader, but seeing Garou becomes so determinated about it the s/o can’t help but feel very proud and happy for him.

Lots of fluffy moments after both of them finished working, like cooking a simple dinner together at home, resting their tired bodies on the couch while cuddling lovingly, Garou and the s/o sharing a lot of soft kisses during it while the s/o praising Garou’s hardworking, etc.

And as it’s the continuation of “Reunited’, of course the s/o is still a gender neutral.

Thank you so much and have nice days! 💖•

I’m so happy that I finally got to this one. There were a few requests before it so I had to complete those and I also had to write for the story on AO3 (-_-;) Sorry if I made you wait too long hehe I’m glad you enjoyed the first one tho

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Reunited Part 2

Garou x GenderNeutral!Reader

You stepped through your door after returning from your 9-5 job. Your muscles and joints ached and you stretched your body in an effort to wake yourself up, the plastic bag full of groceries crinkling with every move.

"I’m home…” you softly called, unable to produce a louder noise.

You took your work shoes off along with your coat and scarf, discarding them carelessly by the door, too tired to put them away.

You heard footsteps approaching and smiled when the Garou came towards you. You walked up to him and fell into his arms. Loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, you spoke softly.

“I am so tired today. I can’t even walk straight…”

He quirked a brow. His arms slithered around your waist and he picked you up, taking the bag of groceries from you and putting it on the kitchen counter on the way the bathroom down the hall.

“Another rough day, huh?”

Garou questioned softly and you nodded yawning.

“You have no idea…”

Garou set you down onto the stable counter of your bathroom and helped you out of your office pants, sliding then down your legs. You were left in your white shirt and socks.

Garou left after fixing you a warm bath. Undressing completely, you sat yourself down in your tub, the water temperature hot enough to soothe the undeniable ache in your bones from such a hard day of deskwork.

After washing yourself and sitting in the relaxing steam for an hour, you opted to get up and leave. Garou brought you your pajamas and you slipped them on, stretching and walking out of the tiled room with a towel in your hands.

“Ya finally done…?”

Garou asked deeply, sitting on the black couch of your apartment. You sighed and plopped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. His fingers came up to massage your sides and you leaned in closer, the two of you now laying on the couch, Garou’s head on the armrest and your body on top of his.

“Mm, this feels good…” you said, slightly drowsy.

“Yeah.”

The two of you laid in silence, the only sound coming from the T.V. opposite from the couch. Garou turned the volume down, setting the mood perfectly. His hands circled your waist, exclusively close to your derrière. His hot breath fanned your ear and you found yourself nuzzling into him even more.

Your eyes slowly shut themselves and you curled up into a comfortable position. Oh boy, this felt so…cozy.

“C'mon, why are you fallin’ asleep on me?”

Garou’s voice rang out and you instantly awoke from your drowsy state.

“Oh, um…sorry. I’m just very sleepy today.”

“Too much work these days…”

You leaned towards his cheek, connecting your lips with it. And with that you wearily stood up and spoke, “I’m just gonna go take a nap. Too tired to function…”

Garou nodded, reluctantly, and let you go. He watched you tiredly carry yourself to your bedroom and fall flat on top of the mattress, immediately falling asleep.

Garou sighed to himself and leaned back onto the armrest of the couch. This had been going on for a number of days. You come home from work, he bathes you and takes care of you, he tries to fuck you and love you but you blow him off for sleep.

It was starting to get infuriating. But why was this happening to you? Things weren’t like this the first month he was here…

In fact, a lot of things had changed since the end of the month. Your fridge used to be stacked with food, you used to have a lot more things around and most importantly, you were livelier.

It was like he turned everything around for you….

Oh, shit.

He did, didn’t he? Fuck!

You were only so tired because you worked harder to support the two of you, you bought the groceries all by yourself, you cooked for him, man he was just taking and taking.

Garou exhaled harshly on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands in a frustrated manner. He’s such an idiot…

Ok ok, think. What do you do when someone lets you freeload in their house, eat their food, lie around all day and be the laziest bum you can be?

Oh, that’s right! You get a job.

He’s made up his mind. He is going to get a job, but there’s no way in hell he’s gonna tell you that. He doesn’t need you gushing over how sweet and cute he is, not wanting to re-experience the time you teased him for trying to make a pancake. He just wanted to be nice without being called a sweetheart, c'mon!

Now, back to the matter at hand. What job can he actually get that doesn’t require any form of experience or education?

You grab a packet of sweetener from the coffee drawer, tearing open the little paper on top and pouring it into the foam cup that held your recently brewed coffee. You silently stirred with the swizzle stick, observing the boring people of your office from the small break room you stood in.

Leaning against the white counter, you sipped the hot substance and sighed in contentment when it travelled down your throat. You slipped your phone out of your pocket and leisurely scrolled through the recent news articles which lined the screen, stopping to read anything important.

And so you spent the next 10 minutes of your 20 minute break just dawdling around on your phone. You threw away the small cup of coffee that had become too cold and bitter for your liking and trekked back to your office, pushing open the pristine glass doors.

Putting your phone away back into your pocket, you took a seat in your office chair, booting up your computer to get back to making spreadsheets and going over the accounts drafted for last month.

You sighed in boredom, correcting some errors made by your ex-deskmates. It feels so good to have your own office, feels so good to get away from those vermin and feels so good being their boss. Yep, getting a promotion was the best. The only down side was that you had way more work now, your underlings tend to make too many mistakes when it comes to balance sheets. You hadn’t told Garou the news yet, you wanted to do it over a cute dinner. It would be way more impactful that way.

Ah, Garou. He always made you feel better after a long day. Just seeing his cute big head relieved you of all the stress that you carried home. Not to mention the amazing feeling of his unexpectedly soft hair between your fingers as you tug and weave or the overwhelming feeling of his strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close and holding your sore body. The touch of his warm mouth on your lips, kissing and worshipping it, invading every intimate part of your form. And the way his tongue felt on your

DING!

Oh, an email from your boss? What’s this about? The she-devil up there never emailed her employees for anything good…

Subject: Executive meeting

Dear D-Wing Employee,

Good Morning. Our company, as you are aware, will be merging with a larger firm, hopefully bringing us larger and more profitable trades.

It has been brought to my attention that many of our business partners and executive directors will be hosting a meeting in the D-Wing of our establishment. It would be most appreciated if all of our D-Wing employees would be willing to postpone their work for a day to enable our higher ups and VIPs to perform the necessary actions in completing this fortunate exchange between two efficient companies, striving to bring better service to the people.

The delay of work shall last from today 10:00 A.M. to tomorrow 12:00 P.M. Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any concerns about this matter, please submit a written letter to the E-Wing, describing your issues.

Best Regards,

Senior Director, Akari Hina

Woah, so you’re basically getting the rest of the day off? And no work at all tomorrow? Hm, maybe your boss isn’t so bad after all.

Packing up and grabbing your coat, you turned off your computer and headed straight for the door, running past all of the other D-Wing employees readying themselves to leave.

Garou sat in the office of a delivery firm, arms crossed and leg bouncing up and down, antsy. He eyed the man in front of him, clad in a suit and tie and looking through the 5 minute resume that Garou printed up.

“So, you’re an expert in ‘being strong’ and 'being cool’. You don’t have much experience, you’re only 18 and you created this resume by yourself?”

Garou nodded, fiddling with the edge of the gray scarf you had gifted him. Ah, another reason to get a job, give you a gift.

“So, did you pass highschool or…? Sorry, I’m confused.”

The man took off his glasses, wiping it with a little cloth that was left on his desk, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, I left after my third year…”

Garou confirmed, and the man put his glasses back on, and intertwined his fingers on the desk between them.

“That’s good enough. It’ll do. Which department are you looking to work in? We have filing, storage, delivery and cleaning. But you look like a strong kid, storage would be perfect for you.”

Garou thought for a moment, face twisting in confusion. Filing…ugh reading. Storage, hmm not bad. Delivery isn’t hard. He refuses to clean after the slobs here.

“I’m up for anything that has heavy work, no reading or cleaning, thanks.”

He curtly informed his soon to be boss. The suited man huffed and opened up his desk drawer for a notepad.

“Sign these and we’ll get you started. Deliveries should be fine, no?”

Garou picked up a pen and signed away, paper after paper. Who knew FedEx had so many policies?

After providing enough details on the notepad and filling up all of the consent forms, Garou stood up, pushing his chair back slightly. He went to turn the knob of the little office door but was halted by the voice of the man, or should he say, his new boss.

“I’ll have my assistant bring you your uniform, also get rid of the hair. It won’t fit in the hat…”

Garou turned the knob exiting the office and strode out into the garage. A small man walked up to him with a transparent bag of clothes, hiding his face behind it. The only thing he could completely discern about the boy was his name written on the tag near his breast pocket, Ibiki.

“Here is your uniform. When you come back tomorrow, we’ll make a name tag for you.”

The cheery, blushing boy spoke, informing Garou of what he needs to do next. Taking the packet from his hands, Garou asked for a bag to put his new clothes in.

Ibiki scurried off to find a bag and retrieved an empty white one, filling it with the plastic packet.

“Thanks.”

Garou was about to walk out when he heard the kid call out to him.

“Hey Mister! You forgot to take our card. You’ll need the bosses number. See, right here. And this one’s mine!”

Ibiki pointed out the two separate cell numbers and Garou nodded. Ibiki placed a shaky hand on Garou’s shoulder and patted the spot, saying something along the lines of 'you’ll love working with us!’. Whatever, he doesn’t care, all he wanted to do was make your life a little bit easier.

You had arrived home an hour ago, Garou nowhere in sight. You decided to shower and read a book while you waited for him to come home. You had already purchased lunch for the two of you on your way back, deciding that the contents in your fridge weren’t good enough to work with.

After Garou had shown up, things had turned for the better. It seemed like he brought you good luck wherever you went. You could recall the time when Garou wasn’t with you, and frankly, they weren’t the best. He made your life a lot more interesting than what it was before.

Standing up and stretching, you trailed towards your bedroom with your book in hand, opting to lay down comfortably and read. An hour and a half had passed and there was still no sign of Garou. But you had forgotten all about that. You munched on some chips in bed, flipping through the pages of your book, so immersed in it that your ears hadn’t caught the sound of your front door opening.

Garou walked into your shared home, taking off the jacket and scarf and hanging it behind the door. The bag which held his new uniform was hung in the wall closet in the living room. He washed himself up and looked around, expecting you to not be here as usual, but something caught his eye. Your work shoes! Weren’t you wearing these today?

Wait were you home…?

He looked around the house, checking each each and every room when he finally decided to check your bedroom.

Opening the door, he waltzed in, his eyes perceived you on your bed, laying on your stomach with your eyes glued to the book in your hand, potato chip hanging from your lips.

You still hadn’t noticed him in the room and he fully took advantage of that. Creeping around the edge of the bed, he stopped momentarily behind you. He licked his lips at the sight of your butt, clad in tight, black trousers. Without warning, he jumped onto you, his hips landing right on top of your ample behind, rough, trained hands gripping your hips to keep you in place.

You yelped in surprise, book flying across the bed as you jumped, or tried to, out of the way.

“W-where did you come from?!”

Your face twisted in annoyance as you asked.

“I should be asking you that. What are you doing home?”

Garou laid himself on top of you, his sharp chin resting on your head and fingers tightly grasping the mattress under you.

“I have the whole day off today! Now, will you please get off?”

Garou chuckled in excitement at your words, arms coming around to flip you over onto his chest as he turned himself over on his back.

“Never.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, relaxing down onto him.

“So, where were you this fine morning?”

Your question had not been answered for several seconds and you asked him again.

“Garou, where did you go?”

You turned around, still obove him, your chest to his. You gave him a questioning look, gesturing him to speak.

“Out.”

You quirked a brow, expression unamused.

“I know that!”

He sat up and hugged you, his sharp nose buried between you shoulder and neck, kissing the skin.

“With a friend.”

Garou said, eyes coming up to look at you, waiting for a response.

“Oh really? You have friends?”

He nodded hesitantly, avoiding direct eye contact.

Ok then, he was being weird… But you didn’t want to pry. What he does while he’s out is his business, there’s probably nothing to worry about. Its not like he’s cheating on you or anything, no, he would never do that, he’s not that kind of man.

HE’S THAT KIND OF MAN!

How could he? I-, You- How?! You were just coming home early from work. Turns out your new position didn’t require you to stay for long hours like before, so you just opted to come home. You had to take the long way around this time, passing by all of the urban workshops and postal firms because your normal road was being repaired. You passed by a FedEx warehouse and you could’ve sworn you saw silver hair and a gorgeous body, belonging to none other than Garou.

That was him for sure! Oh, when you get your hands on him…

You stomped your foot in anger at the scene unfolding before you. Garou, undressing in the wide open garage, taking off the clothes you had bought for him, to put on some drab brown and black shirt and pants. A small man hanging off from his shoulder as Garou walked to the desk to…collect something? What is that…?

The fragile looking boy next to him stopped in front of his chest and took what seemed to be a small card and clipped it to the front of Garou’s shirt. He beamed at Garou and your boyfriend turned to pick up the boxes that were strewn around the warehouse and pack them into individual trucks.

Wait a second. Was he working? Garou was working! Ohhh, of course! Yeah, you never doubted him for a second…

You strolled towards them, unknown to the two inside the dark garage, hiding behind the tall stack of boxes. Playfully walking up behind him, the small man gently tapped Garou on the shoulder. He turned around, large boxes still in hand, obscuring his vision.

“What do ya’ want now, Ibiki?!”

Garou’s sudden outburst scared the young man accompanying him, making him jump back frightened.

“The uh… b-boss wanted to umm… know if you could work overtime. Y-you’ll be payed…”

Answered the trembling voice of 'Ibiki’.

“No, I got better things waiting for me at home…”

Garou’s soft answer made you tear up somewhat, and you smiled very gently. Turning your heel, you trecked back home to wait for him. Oh, you might as well set up a surprise for him!

And so, you sneaked away, racing home to start setting up decorations for your hard working man.

It was around 2:00 in the afternoon when Garou had finally walked through the front door of your shared home. He let out a relaxed sigh and carefully hung his hat behind the wooden door rack and stretched. His shows had already been discarded near the doormat as he made his way over to the bathroom, passing by the living room decorated with fairy lights and a blanket fort.

Wait a second, fairy lights and a fort?! Did he walk into the wrong house?

He came closer to the blankets sprawled across the floor, getting on his knees and picking one up to inspect it, not expecting you to be under it waiting for him.

“SURPRISE!”

You jumped out from under all of the pillows and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheeks.

“What’s all this? Yer’ home early again?”

Garou questioned, a confused expression on his handsome face.

“A surprise for you, duh…”

He smirked and coyly slid his arms under your legs, picking you up and setting you down onto his lap.

“No, really? What’s the occasion?”

You gave him a look as if saying, 'seriously?’

“Well, I was walking home from work and I couldn’t take my usual route. I walked past a few shops and I saw you…working. I was so surprised…”

Your voice got quieter as it neared the end and you awkwardly twiddled your thumbs, eyes casted downwards.

“Garou, why…why didn’t you just tell me you got a job?”

Garou let out a huff and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked deep into your eyes and cast you a cute little blush.

“W-well, I know how ya’ kinda freak out when I do…anything so I didn’t say nothin’. I just wanted to help out, ya’ get so tired after comin’ home. I ain’t gonna sit around and watch ya’ work yer’ ass off for me…”

Your fingers gently caressed his face, bringing it closer to yours.

“Garou, the reason I’m so tired after coming home is because I’m still adjusting to my new post at the office. I got promoted and I promise, once I get the hang of it, I won’t be tired at all.”

Garou’s mouth enveloped yours in a sweet exchange, hands roaming your hips.

“I’m really proud of you though…”

Garou broke into a genuine smile, no teasing smirk or smug grin. A genuine stretch of his lips.

“And what do you mean I kind of freak out? I do not!”

You pouted on his lap, crossing your arms and looking to the side.

“Ya’ just planned a surprise for me…”

You blushed and pulled his cheeks.

“Hey, this doesn’t count!”

He chuckled and smirked as you climbed off of his lap and onto the ground below.

“Now take off your clothes and get in here!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in bliss under a large warm blanket. The two of you lovingly cuddling together, watching movies and talking about Garou’s new workmates.

“So, this Ibiki kid follows me around everywhere, it’s kinda annoying to be honest.”

You laughed at his statement and pointed a finger at his chest.

“Well, he probably likes you. You are very handsome…”

He smirked and gave you a suggestive look, pulling your body closer to his under the blanket.

“Too bad I’m not available, right?”

You giggled at his response, snuggling into his warmth.

“Yes, too bad indeed…”

Giving you one last loving look, Garou kissed you passionately, his fingers caressing your cheek. Your own hand laid gently on his cheek, lips tightly locked with his.

Separating, the two of you breathed heavily and smiled.

“I love you…”

Garou softly admitted, giving you another one of his glorious genuine grins.

You happily blushed, hugging him close and whispered.

“I love you too. So much…”

And with that Garou kissed you again, feverishly, pulling the blanket above your heads, ready to take you to heaven.

It really couldn’t get better than this…

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forbidding-souda · 4 years

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How about Aoi, Leon, Yasu, Nagito, Soda, Chiaki and Ibuki overcare their s/o who's sick? Like, giving to s/o all blankets in house, buying 10 packs of every medicine, checking them every 15 mins, waking up at night to check them, and so on. I think s/o will be confused with such an attention to minor illnes and unsure if their love is okay but still grateful. Probably s/o will just force them to calm down and get a full night of sleep bc hey, they slept 5 hours last night awakening every 40 mins

Asahina, Leon, Hagakure, Komaeda, Souda, Chiaki and Ibuki taking care of a sick S/O

I would die for this ngl ! All the anons requesting people have such good taste in characters yes thank you.

-Mod Souda

Aoi Asahina

Aoi would make soup like once an hour just to make sure you’re not hungry.

Her mind is going to be occupied with thoughts about whether you are too hot or too cold.

“Do you need a blanket?”

“Aoi, I already have four.”

She is usually concerned about a lot of things, so you being sick makes things worse.

The front door is not going to be touched until you feel better.

She will insist on you staying in bed, too. You are not allowed anywhere else!

Her hands will stroke your head, running through your hair, and it will be the most relaxing thing in the world.

Sakura will even come by to leave you protein shakes, just in case you get tired of soup.

She’s mad she won’t be able to get any kisses while you’re sick.

But she will sleep by your side still, though on top of the blankets.

Literally doesn’t care if she gets sick.

If she catches your illness, she’s been caught slipping, but that doesn’t mean she won’t cuddle with you at night.

She’ll wake up though, suddenly, and make sure you haven’t gotten worse in the two hours she was asleep.

“Oh my god, Hina, go to sleep I am fine.”

Leon Kuwata

Panics at first.

He’s never really had a partner for as long as he has had you, so he is inexperienced when it comes to having one get sick.

Should he still kiss you? Can he hold your hand?

You end up having to ease him by stroking his face, cooing to him that you’ll be fine.

He allows you to walk around the house, but if you even try to do any house work - like the dishes - he’ll just lead you back to bed and do them himself.

“Maybe I should get sick more often.”

He misses his head rubs, though, but he won’t put you to work of any sort.

You should totally be relaxing right now! As hard work will make it even worse!

He’ll sleep on the couch, set alarms to go check on you.

In the middle of the night he will peak in to make sure you’re not dead, and then go back to sleep.

Cancels on baseball practices, too, not like he even went to them in the first place.

You being sick is the only time you’ll get him to do housework, too.

Hagakure Yasuhiro

Very helpful boyfriend, yes yes.

He is a big listener, and he’s good at following commands.

So you tell him a grocery list, warm foods you’ll eat and the type of medicine to get, because lord if he knows.

He’ll come back with that and more, much more.

“Why did you buy five pillows.”

“Because four wasn’t enough.”

He will n e v e r leave your bed side.

Not a second goes by you are not alone, he’ll even wait for you outside of the bathroom.

He’ll give you massages too, whenever you feel ache-y.

That’s the best part ^.

He’s very disappointed that you won’t let him sleep next to you in bed, scared that he’ll catch whatever you have.

He responds by giving you kisses all over your face. “There, see, now I have it.”

“Oh my god.”

Nagito Komaeda

Would 100% kidnap Mikan.

Or somehow his luck would lead to her over at your house.

“Wow, Mikan, how lucky am I to have you over here?”

She’s like ???

But she tells Komaeda that it’s something minor, and to not worry about you.

You could have told him that.

He doesn’t listen.

Even though he brought her in the first place.

He can’t really cook, but he tries. And it’s decent, considering it’s all just healthy foods.

Your medication is definitely going into those monday tuesday wednesday things.

The usual cuddling and head rubs doesn’t stop.

It’s not like he fears anything other than you not being safe.

Really won’t sleep either.

He’ll just stay up, sitting in bed and watching you.

“Nagito, that is so weird, go to sleep.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Sleep!!”

Kazuichi Souda

Knows how to take care of somebody.

Is very soft, and caring, which is uncharacteristic.

Strokes your head every time he gives you medicine, or whenever he feeds you.

Which, you can definitely feed yourself, but he persists.

Makes you an air purifying to help you breathe and clean the air.

Also brings in a lot of fans to keep you at room temperature when you’re warm.

Honestly, he just wanted to put you in a bubble with him until you are better.

If you are too hot, he’ll run a cold bath for you to help you calm down.

“You’re not staying with me while I bathe.”

“That sucks that you think that way.”

Stands outside of the door, listening in to make sure you won’t die.

Sleeps on the floor next to your bed, and instantly checks up on you when he wakes up.

Chiaki Nanami

Puts you in a blanket caterpillar.

Makes sure you are comfortable!! That’s her main thing.

Cooking you food reminds her to eat, too, and she’ll make two of everything so you don’t have to eat alone.

Set up a chair by your bed to sit on.

Her staying up to make sure you are okay makes her more sleepy.

She’s fall asleep on your stomach a lot.

You have to ask her to game too, but she’s scared it’ll give you a headache or stress you out.

But you both sit in bed and play together.

It doesn’t stress you out like she thought, it made you feel a lot better.

She always lifts up your mood, everything she does is so cute.

In the morning, she’ll have you sit up so she could use her nails to scratch your back, kissing your shoulder blades in the process.

She knows you’ll get better, so she isn’t too concerned, but she worries about you being uncomfortable.

Ibuki Mioda

Is the most concerned.

Gives you every blanket in the house, trying to make sure that you are alright.

She sings you to sleep every night, but she doesn’t take song requests.

Sometimes she gets way too into it and just keeps you up.

And when you’re too cold, she’ll put on a cold bath and bathe with you, cleaning you to make sure you are taking care of yourself.

In the morning, when you wake up, she’ll brush your hair.

Constantly reminds you to take medicine, even like ten minutes after she just gave you some.

Big on having you take medicine, because she thinks it’s the cure to everything.

“If you take your medicine, it’ll go away!”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

She also doesn’t want you to drink anything other than water.

Tea is obviously the only exception, and she likes making it for you.

She is always asking you what you need, and she listens to whatever you say, because all she wants is for you to be comfortable.

Now that you’re in one place, you two can watch movies together.

And you also are forced to lay there and listen to her ramble about something whenever she gets off topic.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader #leon kuwata #leon kuwata x reader #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #yasuhiro hagakure #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #kazuichi soda #kazuichi soda x reader #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #ibuki mioda #ibuki mioda x reader

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shi-daisy · 4 years

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Newfound Strenght

Hello everyone! Welcome to Day 2 of Hitsuhina Week. For Today's prompt I decided to have a scene with our cuties, that could've happened in my fanfic. I have a long running Bleach fanfic, but Toshiro and Momo are secondary characters there, and don't have as much page time, but now I want to give them some spotlight.

This fic is supposed to take place after the Karakura Town battle and after they find out about a new villian approaching. Also Gin is alive in the fic, so he's alive here too. Hope you like!

@hitsuhina-week

Hitsuhina day 2 Scar/Transformation

Newfound Strength

It ached. Whenever she traced her fingers along her chest, the scar stung like it did the first time.

She wouldn't tell anyone. Not Rangiku, not Izuru, and certainly not Toshiro. None of them needed any more burdens right now.

Momo drank her tea and tried to concentrate. Captain Unohana's recuperation therapy was working, she just needed to get used to it.

"Hinamoriiiii!" Rangiku's voice could be heard from the doorway. The lieutenant had brought her chocolates and a flame plushie. "I got you some presents!"

"Thank you Matsumoto. How are you doing?"

"I'm getting better, what about you?"

"Progress is slow, but I can feel myself healing. What I'm worried about it's Shiro-kun. He's been training himself to the bone."

Rangiku sighed. "Tell me about it. I thought he was worried about our upcoming mision, but the kid's just on edge! Gin told me to leave him be, that this is just stressed, yet I can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong with him."

"Maybe it would help if I talked to him. Shiro-kun tends to overwork himself."

***

Unohana gave her permission to go out for the day. Which was good since Kira would be the one to cook lunch, and she'd been missing her friends cooking.

The cave was completely covered in ice and frost, it was hard to see, so Momo used her kido to create a flame.

"Toshiro! Toshiro are you here?" In the distance her best friend was asleep, a little bruised from the training.

"Shiro-kun! Shiro, are you ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine." He breathed out as he woke up. "I just got tired."

Momo hugged him, trying to keep his body temperature warm. "Shiro, you need to stop overworking yourself! We've all been worried sick!"

Toshiro stood up, still drowsy. "I'm alright. I'll go back to training."

"No way!" Momo held him back. "Shiro, take a break at least!"

"I can't."

"Why not?!"

"Because of what happened in Karakura Town!"

The stabbing. He was still thinking about it. "Shiro-kun, we've talked about this already. I don't blame you for what happened."

"I know! But still...I just can't forgive what he did to you."

Momo gently lifted Toshiro's chin, there were tears in his torquise eyes.

"Toshiro listen to me. What happened was simply a matter of strategy. Aizen knew that if he used me as a bait it would anger you and the other Captains enough to attack without a plan."

"I know it was just part of that bastard's plan. It just makes me so mad he hurt you again! I couldn't do anything about it either time! It's driving me crazy! What if this new enemy tries to hurt you as well?! I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you!"

"Nothing's going to happen to me, Shiro-kun." Momo opened her shirt a little. It was enough for Toshiro to see the scar she had. "This may not be the first one, but it will be the last. Because like you, I trained, and I'm getting stronger. If danger's to come, I'll fight it, and I know I'll succeed this time, because you're by my side."

Toshiro smiled. "You've transformed into such a strong woman, I'm not going to be able to tease you anymore."

She laughed. "I never did mind it."

Momo wasn't sure what beckoned her to do it, either the atmosphere or the look he gave her, but she felt an urge to kiss Toshiro.

She bent down slightly and pressed her lips against his, the Captain was startled but quickly returned the gesture.

"Momo...why did you-"

She put her fingers over his lips. "It just felt right. To be honest with you, I should've done it before."

Toshiro seemed happy with that explanation. He hugged her tightly, not complaining when Momo ran her hand through his hair.

"There is something I'd like to ask of you. If that's okay." she told him.

"Anything you want."

"Please come have lunch with me. We all want to spend time with you."

"Alright. Just don't make me sit next to Ichimaru. I don't want to spend more time with the man that I have to."

"Done, besides he'll be too busy with Rangiku-san."

Toshiro gagged. "Don't remind me! It's hellish having them act all lovey dovey back at the squad."

Momo giggled as they walked out of the cave. She hadn't noticed but their hands were interwined. That didn't bother her, and it looked like Toshiro didn't mind either.

They kept close to eachother all the way back home.

#Hitsuhina Week 2019 #hitsuhina #toshiro x momo #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori

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dayseternal-blog · 5 years

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For @nhweek Days 6 & 7: Dreams, Yesterday.

She's a nameless girl. Strange in dress, appearance, and accent in a foreign kingdom. She stowed away on a merchant ship, running from a certain future much worse than just losing her name.

A NaruHina retelling of the fairytale Catskin.

Rated M

Read it on Ao3 at NarutoDays (DAYS8).

Chapter 3: Dreams/Yesterday

Hinata stares at the gowns, the memory of wearing them, the memory of Toneri’s grip pulling her, him invading her space, his eyes violating her. Her lip tightens and she swallows back the rising sense of shame.

“Tell me how you came into possession of these. Are these yours or our Lady’s?” Kurenai questions. She has never seen Lady Kushina in such gowns. They seem much too flashy for a married woman. “Or are they Lady Karin’s?” It’s possible the maid stole them when the family came to visit, though they don’t exactly seem like Lady Karin’s style, either. For such elaborate gowns to go missing, Lady Karin would have thrown a loud tantrum, but the family left in good humour.

“Kurenai...they are mine,” she whispers.

“How can I believe you? How do I know you didn’t steal them?” She believes her, but...it’s still hard to believe. Who is this girl she saved from certain capture and imprisonment?

Hinata takes a steady breath. She gathers her hair to the side, twisting it as if to tie it up into an elaborate updo. She lets her hair go. She draws herself up into the confident, impeccable, regal posture of a fine lady. She holds her chin higher and gives Kurenai her practiced, small smile.

Kurenai’s eyes widen.

She quickly drops it, sinking back into her comfortable posture. She then explains quietly, “I brought them with me when I left home...I was planning to sell them for money to sustain myself until I found steady work. Since you saved me, I didn’t have use for them anymore…”

Kurenai gazes at her, wanting to unravel the girl’s secret past. Hina was apparently the daughter of a rich lord. What would force her to run away? “...Fortunately for you, I believe you. You are a hard worker. I won’t force you to tell me about your circumstances, but I do wonder...has it been worth it?”

Hinata looks at Kurenai in surprise at the question.

Kurenai’s expression is one of care and worry.

She nods. “Yes, although I must admit I miss some facets of my old life…” My sister. “...Everything here has been perfect for me. Truly, thank you for everything, Kurenai.”

Kurenai shakes her head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She hangs her head and after a moment of thought, she nods. It’s stifling to keep such a huge secret.

“Come.” Kurenai guides her to the bed, and they both take a seat on it in the tiny room.

Hinata doesn’t give away anything about her home, her awful engagement, or any names, but she talks about her sister. How the idea to run away was her sister’s, how the strange catskin coat is her only possession to remind her of her sister, and how she worries about her sister’s wellbeing.

Kurenai listens. She doesn’t ask any questions. She shares about her own life, how she came as a teenager to Uzushio as a part of a freak show due to her witch’s red eyes. How a young Lady Kushina saw her and immediately sympathized. How she was bought from the circus and subsequently employed at their household.

It’s not until late when Kurenai bids her goodnight, and despite her tiredness, Hinata realizes she’s never felt quite so rested. It feels good to have someone she can trust know about her past. And it feels nice to learn more about the person who saved her.

The days fly by quickly as everyone prepares for the ball. Hinata helps with seemingly everything. Preparing the bedding, the linens, the dishware, the meals, the candles, the work is endless.

She remembers the last time her family hosted a grand celebration. It had been a little over a year after her mother had passed, in an effort for the Hyuuga family to appear still-functioning. It was a large affair, but her father had been so unhappy throughout it all. It wasn’t the same without her mother. Hinata doesn’t remember the work that went into it. She only remembers the material she helped choose for a new gown and the dress Hanabi wore. She only remembers the dancing and her father’s silent expression.

She knows from later gatherings that other families would stress out about the choosing of the invitations, the linens, the menu. It seems silly to her now. The servants always did all the work. It’s more like the servants are the ones throwing a party.

She shakes her head and sighs now at her past frivolity. So much work and they don’t get to enjoy it. They’ll be working all night...

But no one complains. Although the work is more, the servants seem motivated. The older maids more knowledgeable of the lords and ladies make bets about possible matches with the young master. The castle comes alive as decorations and flowers are brought in, and the proud sight seems to cheer everyone up.

The day arrives, and the castle is abuzz with excitement. Close relatives arrive in the morning, but Hinata is not high enough up in ranks to wait on them.

When the sun begins to set, and new guests start to arrive, she carefully walks along the perimeters with Shizuka and a few other young maids, lighting candles and straightening floral arrangements. As soon as they finish, they head back down toward the kitchens for further instruction.

But Shizuka grabs her arm. “Come with me,” she whispers.

“O-okay.” Hinata lets her friend pull her along.

They head down to the servants’ quarters, and she sees Kurenai with a candle, waiting for them. Perhaps they have some sort of special duty?

Kurenai guides her to her room, and her brows furrow, finding them flanking her on both sides. “W-what’s going…”

Kurenai pulls open her closet again.

“...on?”

“Wow!” Shizuka breathes. “These gowns look amazing! These are really yours?”

“...yes…” she answers, unsure.

Shizuka turns and scrutinizes Hinata in the flickering candlelight. “Put one of them on!”

Hinata stares at her friend. Why? I don’t...want to… She frowns. “These are all from my past...I don’t really-”

Shizuka shakes her head. “I’ve heard you sighing all week.”

Hinata frowns harder. “...Not all week…”

“I know you want to go...I might have heard you and Kurenai talking…”

“Shizuka!” she scolds. She can’t believe her friend would eavesdrop on her like that.

“Yeah, Kurenai caught me.” She smiles sheepishly.

Hinata sighs.

“Please, Bucchi, just for tonight! I want to see the real you.”

She frowns again because isn’t she always her “real” self? “I...don’t know...everyone is so busy, and I will probably be missed.”

“No one would notice you’re gone. You’re so unobtrusive anyway.”

Hinata considers Shizuka’s somewhat rude words, knowing them to be true. Probably no one would notice.

“I’ll take one of your work days! You can finish that book I know you took from the library…”

“Shizuka!” she hisses, turning wide eyes at Kurenai.

“You have my permission to go, Hina. But if you’re going to go, we have to do this quickly.”

Hinata stalls for a moment before giving up. Truthfully, she hadn’t been looking forward to a night of watching others dance. She gives them an embarrassed smile. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “It’ll be just for a moment, though. I’ll come back and change after a couple of songs.”

Kurenai and Shizuka smile at her.

“Let’s get you dressed!” Shizuka exclaims.

They help Hinata into her silver gown, pulling the back tight until she can almost not quite breathe, which she appreciates. It’s been awhile since her personal maid squeezed the life out of her, and she doesn’t think she can handle that ever again. Kurenai assists her with pulling her hair up into an easy bun and putting a little makeup on.

She steps into the silver heels and pulls on matching silver gloves.

It’s weird, and yet, at the same time, disturbingly familiar. As if the gown is a skin she had shed and left behind, only to come back and find it still fits. As if time had done nothing, as if she hadn’t changed at all, even though she feels completely different on the inside.

She can almost feel Toneri at her door…

“You look completely different,” Shizuka breathes.

Kurenai slowly nods in agreement.

With her hair pulled out of her face, the candlelight catches on her high cheekbones, her milky skin, her even hairline. Her eyes brighten in a way none of them had seen before, and they note, they do have color, albeit not quite one they can name. It becomes apparent to them that the ragged girl really does have noble birth.

“Oh, Bucchi, wow. You’re beautiful,” Shizuka says again in awe. “No one is going to recognize you. I hardly recognize you.”

“Really?” she asks nervously.

Shizuka nods again.

“Let’s hurry. Hina, go out the back door and make your way around the castle. Since the dancing has already begun, you won’t have to worry about being announced, and likely no one will see you unaccompanied outside,” Kurenai says, rushing them out of the room.

“Have fun!” Shizuka whispers excitedly.

“Thank you, Shizuka. Thank you, Kurenai. I’ll be back to help as soon as I can.”

She heads around the castle, only to see that people are in fact still arriving. She stands there, hiding behind some hedges, waiting to see if the crowd goes down. But even then, the coachmen could see her.

She tightens her lips. She can’t go back. Not after all the work Shizuka and Kurenai put into her appearance.

She stands there indecisively, until she realizes she doesn’t have to go into the ballroom through the front door.

She steps through the manicured gardens toward the ballroom, taking the time to actually enjoy the designs. Music filters through the open side-doors, and she sways to the music a bit as she walks around.

The last time she enjoyed any gardens was with Hanabi.

She wonders about her sister. Whether her sister has attended any balls since she left. Whether she’s danced with Konohamaru. She can just imagine her sister acting uninterested, but in the end, relenting easily to his advances. The thought brings a smile to her face, and she wanders around the gardens, admiring the details, flowers, and scents.

“Good evening, miss.”

Her eyes widen, her heart instantly leaping into her throat at the unexpected, familiar, gravelly voice. “M-Ma-” Her eyes widen even more, as she catches herself about to say “Master Naruto.” She swallows and turns, recomposing herself into the lady her father always expected of her with her practiced, small smile. “My, it really is a good evening.”

He grins. “It looks like I surprised you. Sorry about that.” His intention in saying a greeting first was to not scare her, but it looks like he fails at manners no matter what he does.

He doesn’t recognize me. Relief floods her, and she looks at him and realizes...he’s devastatingly handsome. It could be the embellished tunic and cloak, or the candlelight she and the maids had set up earlier, or the music, or it could just be him...but seeing him outside like this in the intimate dark feels completely different. She blinks quickly to come back to the present. She shakes her head and smiles again. “Almost anyone can surprise me. It wasn’t you.”

His brows suddenly furrow. He stares at her. Her eyes. He notes they’re exactly like that maid’s, that young woman who, for some reason he cannot fathom, dislikes him. Who would’ve thought that there was more than one person in this world who has eyes like hers. It isn’t a birth defect after all. Perhaps it’s an eye color specific to a certain region? He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Ah, sorry to stare.” She doesn’t even know that he was staring at her from the terrace. That he came outside for a breather, but he never got it back once he saw her. “You have the same eyes as someone I know.”

“O-oh,” she murmurs.

He clears his throat. This young woman makes him feel socially awkward in a way that he never feels. “Was the music not to your tastes? What are you doing out here?” Alone?

“Oh,” she searches for an excuse. “I just needed a break. The party is lovely.” She smiles a bit to herself, knowing that it’s thanks to her and the servants’ work.

He nods. “I’m glad.” He doesn’t recall seeing her inside at all. Certainly he would have noticed her when she came up to introduce herself at the beginning, right? Maybe there were just too many women. His eyes were starting to roll to the back of his head with all the names, formalities, crowded gowns, and he couldn’t handle anymore. Thus his escape outdoors when his parents got swept into a conversation and stopped monitoring him.

“How is the party going for you, Naruto?” His title-less name on her lips is strange, but she finds herself savoring it.

“Oh, it’s wonderful! Although honestly, balls are not exactly my favorite way to pass the time... Ah, but the household’s staff put so much work into tonight, I will do my best to enjoy it to the fullest!”

She looks at him in wonder. He never fails to surprise her. “Yes, they certainly do work very hard. I...never thank them enough.”

His eyes widen. “You understand! My cousins never understand me, that the staff do so much, it feels wrong to call them my servants...but, you understand me, right?”

A blush rises. She wouldn’t have understood before, but…she nods. “I understand now.” She notices the way his eyes glow, lively, down at her, and she feels the urge to learn more about him. What makes him so special? He seems to be cut from a different cloth. Enlightened about people in a way no one else is. “What do you usually do to pass the time?”

He grins. He tells her of hunting, of board games with his cousins, of traveling.

She asks questions, amazed that she can carry on a conversation with him...that he lets her carry the conversation. She asks him more questions about the places he’s been to, about the people he has met, about his hunting excursions, about his family. She learns a ton about him, while simultaneously not giving him a chance to ask her any personal questions.

But eventually he laughs off her following question, “That’s enough about me already. What about you? What do you like to do?”

It’s a safe question. One she can answer without giving too much about herself away. “I enjoy reading. And walking in the gardens. I like shopping and looking at the new patterns…I don’t do too many interesting things,” she answers bashfully.

He shakes his head in disagreement of her words. She seems so modest, unlike the Uzumaki women, all strong characters. “What do you think of my family’s gardens?”

She smiles, looking around. “They are certainly the most beautiful I have ever seen,” she breathes.

He blushes. “I..uh...actually designed some of them a few years ago,” he admits.

Her eyes widen up at him. “Really? Which ones?”

“Here.” He offers his arm to her, heat coming to his cheeks that he hopes she can’t see in the dark. “Let me show you around.”

She hesitates to take his arm. But he’s holding his arm up so earnestly, it would be flat-out rude to reject him. She swallows her nerves, realizing that Toneri never once offered his arm to her. Naruto is a far cry from the man she left behind. Almost in an act of rebellion, she fits her hand into the crook of his arm carefully.

They smile at each other for a heart-stopping second.

He bites his lip and faces forward. “This way.” He takes her further into the gardens, the music turning distant.

“I-is it okay for you to be so far from the celebration?” she asks, uncertain.

“It’s fine,” he shrugs carelessly.

She can’t stop her giggle. He’s so different from the young lords she knew back home, who were always concerned about making good impressions in front of the wealthy, who were always too scared to even talk to her due to her severe father.

He grins self-consciously at her. “What?”

“Oh nothing…”

“What is it?”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

“W-what?” she gasps out in a surprised laugh.

They walk through the gardens, and he points out certain flowers and plants to her. He takes her through the hedges she admired when she first arrived, and they pause before hidden fountains, talking and laughing. He talks about how his younger cousins like to play hide-and-seek in the bushes, and how he’s had to find them when they got lost. How he likes to study about different plants from around the world, and then try to import them and cultivate them in these gardens. But how his favorites are the Uzushio natives. He brings them to a small pool surrounded by blooming trees, the fragrance heavy in the air. The music doesn’t penetrate the secluded area, but they don’t notice the quiet as he tells her the related Uzushio folklore for the blossoms. Her expressions of wonder and curious questions keep him going. He doesn’t know how much time passes.

“These gardens are so beautiful. I’ve never seen any of these flowers before,” she comments as they rest on a bench.

“You’re not from around here,” he notes aloud, a little shy. Her different speech pattern makes her seem that much more interesting to him. “...Where are you from?” he asks, when she doesn’t answer his comment.

“Ah...I’m...from…” she searches for a lie. She realizes they’re sitting somewhat closely. The last time she was in his proximity was when she was his maid…

She is a maid.

What has she been doing this whole time? How could she so thoughtlessly keep all of his attention the entire night? Her eyes turn down, ashamed. “I’m from...Bath…”

His brows furrow. “Bath?” He’s never heard of such a place. A strange name.

She nods, unable to make eye contact.

He pauses. “Where are you staying? So that I might...call on you?” he asks, nervously. Making his intentions toward her known.

“Ah…” She blushes. She bites her lips. Her insides twist in frantic joy and fear.

BONG, BONG… The town clock tower chimes loudly, seemingly endlessly.

She looks up finally, counting the hours. “Oh my…” She stands, shocked. She promised to return to work after a couple of songs. Instead she disappeared for several hours.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, upset that his question went unanswered.

“I’m sorry, I...I need to go,” she murmurs. “I’ve been gone for too long.”

“Allow me to escort you...” He stands, but she’s already walking away. “Wait, Miss-” His eyes widen. He never got her name. “Wait!”

Instead, her pace picks up.

He watches her run away from him, turning around a hedge, disappearing from sight. “What?” After a second of confusion, he gives chase. She can’t just run away from him like that! He doesn’t even know what he did. He never got her name! “Wait, stop!”

She runs faster. The heels! She can’t have him see where she goes! She needs to get away quickly. She steps out of her shoes, picks up her laced skirt, and makes her escape around the manicured trees.

He tears his way around the hedges and finds her dancing slippers fallen over on the ground. His eyes widen at seeing them. She wanted to get away from him. Fast. He picks them up, a pang of hurt striking his chest, and continues running. Once he gets out of the gardens, he dashes into the ballroom, searching the sea of guests for her dark hair, her silver dress, her white skin. He doesn’t see her anywhere. He turns to rush to the front, to the carriages. The carriages remain unmoving. She’s not there. She disappeared. As if the past three hours had been some kind of fever dream. But the shoes in his hand tell him otherwise.

He runs his hand through his hair, messing up the carefully combed locks. “What?!” he vocalizes in frustration. He’s not slow. There’s no way she left in such a short amount of time.

“Naruto! Where have you been this whole time?!” His mother marches up to him, a scowl on her face.

“Where did she go?!” He turns to his mother, equally upset.

“Where did who go?”

“The girl! The...the girl!” He lifts up her shoes. “She was just here! I was talking to her! The whole night! She just...she just disappeared!”

His mother stares at the glittering silver heels. An expensive pair. “You were talking to a girl? She disappeared? Why do you have her slippers?”

The expression on his face is so utterly dumbfounded, she realizes he doesn’t know how to answer any of her questions.

“I don’t know. We were having such a good time. And then she just...she just ran away from me!”

“Were you being a gentleman?” she accuses.

“Yes! I didn’t do anything to her! Nothing! I just let her hold my arm while we walked around. I didn’t...I didn’t do anything!”

His voice sounds too emotional to be a lie. “...What was her name? Maybe we can contact her tomorrow.”

He hangs his head. “I...I didn’t think to get her name.”

Her jaw drops. Her son can be so thoughtless. For once, his lack of manners truly backfired on him. “You didn’t learn anything else about her?”

His hand clenches at the shoes. What was he doing the whole night? He had her with him the whole night, and somehow, he didn’t learn a single thing about her. She was so attentive, so willing to listen to him talk and talk and talk and talk and...it was a stroke to his ego, having such a beautiful lady at his side...oh… “She said she was from Bath.”

“Bath?” his mother repeats.

He nods slowly. In all of his geography studies, he had never heard of such a place. “She was foreign. She had a different accent and speech pattern. Her eyes were interesting, too…” Her eyes. Maybe...maybe that maid would know… “They were like Bucchi’s!”

She stares at him with a frown. “The maid? The maid who doesn’t like you?”

He grimaces. It’s no secret that the timid maid avoids him like he’s the plague embodied. “Yeah…But she was nothing like Bucchi! She was so kind and…” He pauses again, realizing he knows next to nothing about the girl he was talking to just a moment ago. He huffs. She was kind and beautiful. As if just looking at her, dancing by herself in his gardens, put a spell over him. A young lady any man would want to approach. He finds it hard to find fault with himself. “If you met her, you would understand. I...I wasn’t thinking straight,” he admits, trying to keep a furious blush from rising.

His mother sighs. “Let’s host another ball tomorrow. If we’re lucky, she will come again. We’ll announce it now.”

He nods. Hopefully she will attend tomorrow.

In her usual maid’s outfit and coat, she rushes to the kitchens. She slips in with the rest of the workers and helps with plating the fruits and ice creams.

But she doesn’t forget the magical night she just spent with the young lord. She smiles quietly to herself, remembering his closeness, remembering the sound of his bright voice, remembering his smile. The way he looked at her so kindly. Not at her body but at her, as if she had words worth saying, as if he was speaking just to hear her respond. It’s a memory she decides to enjoy for now, before she can regret it.

The following morning, Shizuka finds her before the castle comes alive. “Someone looks like she had a good night,” she whispers.

Hinata can’t help nodding. “I had a lot of fun. Thank you so much, Shizuka.”

“Will you go tonight?”

“...Tonight?”

“You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?”

“The young lord fell in love!”

“...What?”

“Well, that’s what everyone is saying. Our Lady announced last night that they will host another ball tonight. It was so out of the blue!”

“...Oh?…” No wonder everyone went to bed last night grumbling about an early start.

“You didn’t hear the rumors?”

She shakes her head. She was too wrapped up in her own happiness to really listen to what others were saying.

“Apparently the young lord came bursting into the ballroom, looking for a young lady. He was carrying her heels and looking everywhere.”

“O-oh!” Hinata looks away, embarrassed and worried. She didn’t mean to cause him any distress.

“I heard he was really distraught!”

“...R-really?” she asks weakly.

“Yeah. She must have been really beautiful…”

Hinata keeps her eyes to the floor.

“Was it you?”

“What?”

“...It was you, wasn’t it!”

“N-no, I never saw him all night…”

“A girl suddenly disappearing without a trace! It had to have been you!” Shizuka’s voice heightens.

“Shhh!”

“It was you,” Shizuka whispers.

“We just talked a little. He didn’t recognize me, but then he started asking me questions, so...I...might have...ran away…”

“You ran away from him?” Shizuka asks in quiet disbelief.

She nods. It wasn’t the best decision, now that she thinks about it. She should have just lied. But she was never good at thinking on her feet. “Well, he’ll never see her again, so there’s no use talking about that now,” Hinata concludes, talking about herself like it was another person.

“Ohh noo, Bucchi, you’re not getting out of this so easily. You told me you had ‘a lot of fun.’”

Hinata sighs. “That was yesterday, Shizuka. For me...I’d like the past to stay in the past. This-” Hinata holds up her plain skirts and gestures at her coat. “This is my life now. Last night was just a…” She shrugs. “I-I just did it because you and Kurenai were insisting.”

Shizuka smirks. “Well...I’m insisting.”

Hinata shakes her head. “No, Shizuka, no. If I got caught, we don’t know what could happen. And Naruto-”

“Hmm?? Where’s the honorific, Bucchi?”

She reddens like a ripe tomato. “Th-that, I-I meant Master Naru-”

“If you don’t go tonight, I’ll tell Kurenai all about this, and I’ll get her to assign you to cleaning the chamber pots for a week, no, a month, no-”

Hinata’s jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would, my dearest. This is more excitement than I’ve ever seen in my entire time here, and you are not going to leave our darling young lord heartbroken. Knowing him, I bet he thinks he wronged you for you to take flight like that. You are going to go back there tonight, find him, and sweep him off his feet before he knows what hit him.”

Hinata looks at Shizuka with an increasingly gaping expression. “Sh-shizuka, it’s not like that! It wasn’t like that! Yesterday-, last night-, we were just talking!”

“You. You were ‘just talking’ with Master Naruto?”

Hinata frowns at that. Caught. Everyone knows that she avoids him like he’s a pestilence, to the point that Kurenai had stopped assigning her jobs that took her near him. But none of them would understand how she felt! She spoke to him the first time while he was in his bathrobes. It was too much for her to handle. She couldn’t even look at him without feeling like she had overstepped some unspoken boundaries. She could get over losing her name and her titles, but she couldn’t just forget her modest upbringing. The only thing that kept her from turning away from him last night was the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be “Bucchi,” but some young lady that had never met him before. “L-let’s stop talking about this now. We need to report for duty.”

“You’re still going tonight.”

She doesn’t reply to that, but in her heart, she knows that Shizuka is right.

Though she mentally prepared herself to see him again that night, she was not at all prepared to see him that afternoon.

Shion comes up to her, voice hostile. “Master Naruto wishes to speak to you.”

Her eyes widen.

Shion turns around abruptly, not looking back to see if she’s following. “Hurry, we don’t want to keep the young lord waiting.”

Her heart races, palpitating like it’s on its last legs. There’s no way that he knows. There’s just no way that he figured out it was her. He never gave an inkling of recognition besides his comment on her eyes. “Sh-shion,” she tries. “Do you...do you know what he wants?”

The blonde maid sighs. “He’s been pining away in the library all day. Looking for a place called ‘Bath.’ That young lady he met yesterday claimed to be from there. Kimiko and I have been helping him search for maps and any geographical records since this morning.”

Hinata ducks her head in terrible guilt.

“I know you don’t like the young lord, but you need to help him out if you know anything about this. He only finally gave up looking five minutes ago, and there’s less than an hour until guests start arriving.” Shion pushes open the door to his bedchamber.

He’s sitting at his dresser, staring at her silver shoes.

She’s never felt guilt like this before. Not even when she fled from home. At least back then she had a good reason.

But for yesterday’s frivolous behavior?

It was entirely selfish.

He turns his head so fast, it looks like he almost got whiplash.

She ducks her head to the floor, afraid.

“Bucchi,” he calls out.

The girl raises her head a bit, her pale eyes peeking through her hair before flashing away once more.

They really are the same. Hope fills him. If in the case the young lady doesn’t come back tonight, maybe this maid can help him. He gets straight to the point. “Do you know of a place called Bath?”

She tries to keep from squirming. The lie has come back to bite her. She shakes her head at the floor. “I-I apologize, Master Naruto. I have never heard of such a place,” she says as quietly as she can while still being heard. What if he recognizes her voice?

He dramatically sinks in on himself, slouching on his stool, looking absolutely exhausted. He sighs loudly, defeated. “Am I going crazy?” he wonders aloud.

“Young Master, the dancing slippers are right there. We all believe you,” Kimiko states, ever composed.

“Yeah, but, did I...did I hear her wrong? Maybe she was trying to say something else or…” He shakes his head. “It feels like a dream,” he mutters. “Yesterday feels like an elaborate dream.”

Hinata bites her lips, hearing his doubts. She never imagined she would have this effect on him. He liked her more than she could have ever imagined. “Maybe-” her voice raises.

Their attention darts to her.

She stares at the floor, gathering confidence. “Maybe she was...trying to hint at something else, sir…a special place...or someplace that held meaning to her...”

He leans forward, concentration revived. “You’re suggesting she meant it like a riddle?”

She shrugs, still determinedly staring at the floor. It wasn’t meant to be a “riddle” for him to figure out. She had said it in a moment of shame, of disappointment. “I-I wouldn’t know, sir.”

“Master Naruto, I truly hate to interrupt your search, but we must prepare you for the ball,” Kimiko says. “If the young lady returns tonight, don’t you want to look your best for her?”

He straightens immediately. “How much time do we have?”

“Very little time, I’m afraid, Master Naruto. May I request for Bucchi’s help with your dressing?”

He nods his permission. “I hope she comes tonight.”

“Yes, for your sake, we all hope she does, too, Young Master.” Kimiko turns to Shion and Bucchi. “Shion, prepare his tunic. Bucchi, stand ready with his comb.”

Naruto chuckles. “Thank you to all of you for trying to help me with her. I...I don’t know what it is. It’s just that...after yesterday...it all feels so incomplete.”

“Incomplete, sir?” Shion asks as she readies his tunic.

“Yeah, like, I told her everything about my life, and I found out so little about her. Not even her name! It feels so wrong. I can’t forgive myself. I can’t just...I can’t just let it go, you know? A real gentleman doesn’t just talk forever about himself.”

“I’m sure you were a fine gentleman, Master Naruto,” Shion reassures. “You always are.”

He laughs. “Thanks, Shion, even though I know you’re just saying that.” He stands as Kimiko unbuttons his casual shirt.

Hinata makes sure to keep her eyes trained firmly on the floor. She would die if she saw him without clothes...he would probably die, too, if he knew the young lady of his worries was right there beside him as he undressed.

He sighs. “Can you believe she ran away from me?”

“We will say it as many times as you need us to, Master Naruto, but we’re certain that there must have been a pressing reason for her to do that,” Kimiko states.

He chuckles darkly once more. “She took off her shoes. She ran from me barefoot.”

The proof is right there before all of them. Kimiko and Shion glance at the sparkling silver pair.

“P-perhaps...” she starts quietly.

“Yes, Bucchi?” he invites.

“Perhaps, M-Master Naruto, it’s related to...when you asked her...where she’s from?” she softly says. She’s not sure any of them heard her. She was talking to the floor.

Naruto hums in thought. “...She doesn’t want me to know where she’s from. Or where she’s staying…” He sighs. “Why not?” he asks aloud, and his voice comes out somewhat pained.

“Bucchi, he’s ready,” Kimiko directs.

She hesitantly steps up to his seated form, now clothed as Kimiko and Shion carefully pin his decorations and cape into place without poking him. She draws the comb through his mussed, golden locks, the short strands straightening with each pass. She holds her breath through the entire ordeal. She’s never done anything so intimate with a man before. Thankfully, Naruto has his eyes closed, obviously deep in thought.

His eyes suddenly pop open.

It scares her so badly, she nearly drops the comb. “Ah,” she breathes out in shock.

His eyes turn upward. “Sorry, Bucchi, did I scare you?” A strange sense of deja-vu passes over him.

“N-no, I apologize, Master Naruto.”

He breathes out deeply, his fingers drumming on his knees. “I’m so nervous,” he laughs. “I really hope she comes tonight. That way I know yesterday wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.”

She stays silent for the rest of the time, only bowing when she’s dismissed. Her mind is crowded with opposing feelings. Guilt, anticipation; shame, excitement. She doesn’t know what to do with herself. Her mind is telling her that she shouldn’t carry on like this. She’s just a maid now. A maid in a foreign country without any family background or land to recommend her. Just that morning she had been mopping their ballroom floor.

Her heart beats a different tune.

But fortunately or unfortunately for her, it’s not up to her to decide.

Shizuka pushes her to her room, pulls out the gold dress, and commands her to put it on. “Just because I know you’re secretly above me in social class doesn’t mean I can’t get you to clean chamber pots for the rest of the year.”

It’s a pretty effective threat.

And before she knows it, she’s dressed in the gown that she last saw Toneri in, her hair pulled up and away from her face, and Kurenai’s light makeup dusted on her eyes, cheeks, and lips.

Shizuka shakes her head in disbelief, blinking rapidly. “Really, Bucchi, I just can’t believe my eyes. You look like an entirely different person without that coat on. You have such a nice figure and such nice skin. Any man would want to marry you. I really have no idea what could have chased you away from home...”

Hinata grimaces. “Shizuka…”

She gapes at Hinata. “I’m sorry! I spoke out of line.”

Hinata shakes her head. “...I’ll tell you one day...this gown is actually a part of that story…” She sighs. “With Master Naruto, it’s not what you think...I’ll tell him tonight that I can’t be with him, so…”

Shizuka nods in understanding. “At least try to enjoy yourself a little? Who knows if you’ll ever have a chance to wear gowns like this ever again.”

I never will. “Thank you, Shizuka,” she whispers.

The two part ways.

Hinata sneaks around the back again.

Dancing music fills the air in the gardens.

She sticks to the shadows, quietly ascending the steps of the terrace to the side doors. The closer she gets, the faster the blood seems to pump through her veins.

She enters the ballroom, slipping into the crowd.

Older gentlemen and ladies stand around, talking and making connections. Younger couples swirl in the center of the ballroom to the music.

She tries not to feel self-conscious.

It’s difficult when she sees eyes turning toward her, the crowd noticing her gleaming, silky, rose-adorned gown.

She stands taller, resisting the urge to shrink into herself. She scans the twirling couples, wondering if the young master is already on the floor with someone.

“You came.” The familiar, masculine voice sounds breathless.

Her head jerks to her left, to see him, standing a few paces from her. She doesn’t know what expression to give. So she blushes.

He draws closer to her. Slowly. Worried that she’ll dart away if he gets too close. “You’re here,” he reiterates, his eyes wide, trying to take in everything about her without looking like he’s ogling her.

In the light of the many chandeliers, she’s more beautiful than he remembered. The dark strands of her loose bun teasing at her graceful neck, leading down to fair shoulders, and even fairer...he draws his eyes up to meet her light eyes. The gold gown only serves to make her white skin glow with a warmth she didn’t have yesterday. Yesterday, in the garden, an ethereal, untouchable, silver dream. Now, gold--rich, vibrant gold; a winner’s gold. The color taunts him. It’s an awful, wrong, disgusting feeling, to want to run his hands over her, to grasp her tightly, a trophy for his own.

She turns to face him fully, steadying her nerves. “Good evening,” she greets much more calmly than she feels on the inside. She’s almost glad that she got to see him ahead of time, already dressed with accents of blue, setting off his even bluer eyes. Her heart only slightly more prepared for the weak-kneed feeling his unwavering gaze gives her.

He comes up a little too close. But he’s breathing too quickly to care, a madness threatening to consume him that he needs to swallow back, and he wonders if this feeling, this sickness, is a part of her secret, her mystery. It’s a warning she tried to teach him yesterday, but here she is, in his household, again. All in gold. He has no control over his actions because before he realizes it, he’s taken her golden, gloved hand, placed it at his lips, and he’s asking a question that would keep her at his side, keep her in his arms for the rest of the night. “May I have this dance?”

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jokertrap-ran · 6 years

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Nagihara Taiki (Mathematics) Route Translations (Good END)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ‘ ‘ are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5/ Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Bad END / Ruin END / Doll END / Good END

Hina: Sensei! ...Nagihara-sensei!

Nagihara: …………!

Hina: Please wait! Won't you hear me out just a little…?

Nagihara: ...It's against the school regulations to run in the corridors, Kawana-san.

Nagihara: You're someone who's being subjected to Special Guidance. Or would you rather be expelled?

Hina: Haa...Haa, Haa…! I-I apologize…But I'll take any punishments for violating the school rules later.

Hina: So hear me out! You're wrong. I think you're misunderstanding something here.

Nagihara: I'm misunderstanding something? What do you mean by that?

Hina: You said that your own father was nothing but trash.

Nagihara: ...Did I say something of that sort? I don't really remember but yes, what of it?

Hina: You're nothing like your father at all!

Nagihara: I thought you had something worth listening to for a second but this is just plain ridiculous.

Nagihara: Besides, haven't I told you to stop stepping into the private matters of others?

Nagihara: ...You don't even know me in the first place so what are you to say anything about me?

Hina: I know that you're really just a kind person at heart!

Nagihara: ……How shameless. Is that your way of flattering me?

Hina: No. I’m saying this because I only came to love mathematics after I met you! Even though it was a subject I was really weak at!

Nagihara: I really didn’t think that my words would get to you considering how you were struggling with an exercise book of mathematical problems whilst in tears.

Hina: I do feel frustrated every once in a while, not being able to solve it… But I won’t stop because it’s fun.

Hina: Of course, the guidance was terrifying and it’s not a good feeling to get yelled at when you’re angry but...

Hina: I’m starting to think that I don’t fancy being scolded in that manner anymore.

Hina: So I think I’ll meet those expectations of yours to prevent that from happening. I’ll do my best before I can get scolded!

Nagihara: ………...

Hina: And… You’ve also been patiently encouraging me whenever I can’t solve a problem.

Hina: And you’ve even made an exercise book of mathematical problems specially for me this time!

Nagihara: That was only because you’re dumber than dumb...

Hina: You were about to chase me off and I who knows, you might have just expelled me from school, but you never did.

Hina: You were the one who taught me how fun it is to face my issues… So, that’s why...

Hina: That’s why I wanted to score 100 marks no matter what I had to do for your sake!

Hina: I was really happy to hear that you were expecting things from me. So...I’m really sorry that I betrayed your expectations.

Nagihara: You’re really... --Haa...

Nagihara: ………... Please raise your head.

Hina: (...Huh…? He’s smiling?)

Nagihara: Listen well. It’s actually an incredible feat to be the top scorer for mathematics in this school.

Nagihara: You ought to feel prouder of your achievement. There’s no need for you to pull that miserable face when you look at those 99 marks you’ve gotten.

Hina: Sensei...

Nagihara: I know best how hard you worked for those 99 marks.

Nagihara: You’ve really worked hard.

Hina: (This feels like a dream… He’s actually...Smiling gently and patting my head…)

Nagihara: It’s not a bad thing at all, praising someone like that.

Hina: I thought you’d have completely given up on me… And be utterly disappointed in me this time...

Nagihara: I was indeed annoyed. I was annoyed by how you clenched your teeth and continued try to solve the questions you could never attain the answers to.

Nagihara: I always thought that you should just give up since you can’t solve them no matter how hard you try.

Nagihara: Yet...You never once gave up. I thought it was incredibly ludicrous.

Nagihara: It was just as if I was looking… at my past self.

Hina: Your past...self?

Nagihara: My father’s an individual who only holds interest in mathematics. He never did care for me when my older brother was still alive. My brother was a genius.

Nagihara: However, when my brother died young.. My father finally faced me for the first time in my life and found himself utterly disappointed at my abilities.

Nagihara: Some call it despair. He told me that I would be better off dead instead of my brother for the sake of the mathematical world.

Hina: That’s so mean of him...

Nagihara: But there was nothing else I could do at that time other than to cling to mathematics with all my life.

Nagihara: My brother… He could freely manipulate those beautiful figures and he respected my father.

Nagihara: I still didn’t manage to reach the same heights my brother had attained no matter how hard I tried.

Hina: (The praise he gave me earlier… I’m sure that was something he had yearned to hear from his father himself...)

Hina: (He’d always wanted his father to praise him for those 99 marks he got through all the hard work he put in...)

Hina: (And he bestowed those words upon me...They were so important to him...)

Hina: I thought that 1 and 99 marks were the same because they weren’t a 100 marks. I was really depressed because I thought that there was no meaning to me obtaining 99 marks.

Hina: But...I guess I want to be happy about these 99 marks I got now.

Nagihara: Yes. I think...That those 99 marks you’ve gotten are more worthy than a 100.

Nagihara: Thank you. I think I can forgive my past a little more now.

Hina: Sensei...

Nagihara: --However, it’s still too early to be lax.

Hina: Wha…?

Nagihara: I’ll give you ample remedials to cover that 1 mark you’ve lost. Do you hear me?

Hina: Yes! I’ll be in your care and I’ll do my best…!!

Hina: So...I have to substitute X here and... Like this?

Nagihara: Yes, that’s correct.

Hina: Yay! I did it!! I finally solved it!! I’m so happy because I was stressing out over it ever since yesterday!

Nagihara: Good work. It’s great that you managed to clear it, if anything.

Hina: Oh! There's still another question I’d like to ask you regarding.

Nagihara: I did tell you to try solving this exercise book of mathematical problems to test your skills but… It seems like this is more a problem of familiarity than your actual skills itself.

Hina: S-Sorry! I know that this has nothing to do with class but I feel troubled not being able to solve it.

Nagihara: You’re really a stubborn individual. Really, don’t you get tired of doing this every day?

Nagihara: Oblivious to the feelings of others… I might even be jealous of mathematics one day when it comes down to it.

Hina: Hm? Did you just say something?

Nagihara: ...No, nothing.

Hina: Oh! There it is. It’s this one here.

Nagihara: I see...You’ve done quite a fair bit of it but it’s all just a misunderstanding. May I?

Hina: Eh? Oh…!

Hina: (Sensei? That’s my pen you’re holding…)

Nagihara: It will be -1 < a < 0 over here and the largest portion will be -2 a + b + 1. Which means-

Hina: (Didn’t he say that it felt disgusting to be holding the pens of others? Maybe he hasn’t realized…?)

Nagihara: …? What’s the matter? Are you listening to me?

Hina: I’m listening!

Nagihara: So, were you lying when you told me you didn’t know how to solve this? You seem lax enough to be staring so intently at my face.

Hina: It wasn’t a lie or anything! The question was really hard so there were many things I couldn’t understand,

Nagihara: Oh? What a coincidence, me too.

Hina: Huh…?

Nagihara: I can’t help but to return that gaze of yours for your face turns red whenever I do so. It’s really amusing to watch.

Nagihara: My heart goes wild thanks to that and the numbers don’t exactly wish to stay within the confines of my head.

Hina: T-That’s just! You’re...lying aren’t you.

Nagihara: Indeed, it was just a joke.

Hina: Hey! Don’t make a fool out of me!

Nagihara: Hehe. Let’s carry on then.

Nagihara: Okay? Please follow what I have to say closely.

Hina: (He’s so mean! He does that even know he knows that it sends my heart into a frenzy and I can’t concentrate!)

Hina: (I guess this is fine… I can return his advances a little bit at a time…)

Nagihara: 2a+b+1. Which means X=1. The minimum value of X=a so--

Hina: (I’ll just keep the issue about the pen a secret for now.)

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drazzilder · 3 years

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A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 11: Family

The next two months go by in a flash. You manage to keep your powers in check as you help save the day on more than a few occasions. Citizens are starting to recognize you and even one small boy asked for your autograph. Being a hero is rewarding but nothing like being with Enji. Trying to keep your relationship secret is difficult at times. During hero work is easy because you’re staying alert for trouble. It gets almost impossible to keep your hands off of him when you’re in the agency. Luckily you have a demon to control your body because the one day you were working out with Enji and he used his shirt to dry his face. You almost reached out to touch his exposed abs when Zaheer stopped you in your tracks. However, you got caught in Enji’s office when Sanji walked in as you’re sitting in his lap making out. She said she would keep it a secret and Enji told you she could be trusted; so, crisis avoided. She was actually the one to suggest keeping your off days miss-aligned to avoid suspicion.

Today is the first day in over a month that you two are together for the day. You awaken in a familiar position, right on top of Enji as he pets your head.

“How’s my little flame this morning.” He says with a gentle smile.

“Mmmm, you know sleeping on top of you is so much nicer than any mattress, I get to feel your body under me.” As you wiggle a little.

He wraps you in a tight hug and kisses you a few times on your face. Even though you have been together for 2 months you still can’t help but blush from his affection and you quickly go face first into his bare chest.

“Now, now. Don’t go hiding that face from me, little flame.” As he lifts your head to make eye contact with you.

“Really, the pet name.” You roll your eyes but secretly you kind of enjoy it.

“Well, (Y/N),” in a sarcastic tone “what do you want me to call you?”

“I know I can’t stop you, you’re too stubborn anyway.”

“Ha! You’re right. So, what do want to do today before we meet with my children?”

“I’d like to walk through the forest and watch the leaves fall. Then I think we should pick up something to bring with to the kids. Maybe a cake or something.”

“That sounds like a plan to me, now let’s get up, I’m starting to get hungry.”

Enji always enjoys your cooking and over the past months you have really started to know his favorites. It’s nice to make something he really enjoys even if it just his favorite breakfast. After enjoying some salmon and rice, you head out. Seeing Enji in a turtle neck sweater just drives you wild. You must be having the same effect on him as he has a hard time looking away in your jacket with red scarf. Once in the car, Enji wanted to drive to a secluded temple to surprise you, but the road signs gave it away pretty quickly.

“I’ve never been to a Japanese temple before.”

“This temple is deep in the forest. I thought you might like a nice walk with a surprise at the end but I forgot about the signs. Wait, you have a demon inside of you, should I be worried about the spirits fighting?”

“I may come from hell but I never really got a chance to make a name for myself so we will be fine.”

“Won’t they sense your energy and be alerted to your presence?”

“We have been to other temples all over the world, so far we have been left alone.”

“Really?”

“They make good hiding spaces plus the people looking for me probably thought the same as you.”

“That’s a relief. And look, we are here.”

As you turn the corner, you see a large traditional temple arch with a winding path under it heading deep into the forest. As you leave the car, a fall breeze picks up some leaves and makes the trees rustle. You two begin walking down the path as the leaves fall and the morning light twinkles through the trees. The cool fall air sends a cold chill down your back and Enji wraps his arm around you and uses his quirk to warm you up.

“Thank you, Enji” you say as you tilt your head toward him, resting on his shoulder.

“You always get cold easily, why don’t you wear a warmer jacket?”

In a sarcastic tone “Maybe it’s an excuse for you to hold me.”

“Well, I think it’s working.” As he squeezes you tighter and kisses your head.

You to continue walking along the path, looking at nature around you. You stopped for a moment as you saw a deer. It stared at you both and slowly walked away after a moment. You continue down the path, hearing the sounds of leaves crunching under your feet. Once you reached the temple, you both dropped an offering and bowed. Staying there only a moment to appreciate the beauty of the building, you turn around and leave from once you came. It takes just about an hour to walk back to the car.

“Any ideas on what I should bring my children?” Enji says while turning the ignition.

“Well, everyone loves chocolate, so how about a chocolate mousse cake!”

“I like the idea of that, we better hurry so we are not late. I don’t want to disappoint them by being late.”

You can sense a bit of nervousness in his voice but it’s understandable; he hasn’t talked to his children in 8 months. You quickly find a small bakery, get a cute little cake with strawberries on top, and head to the apartment building. It’s the nicest apartment building you have ever seen, but Enji wants his kids to have the best so it makes sense. Once parked, he sighs and looks down at the cake box you are holding.

“I know you said you wouldn’t come inside the apartment but…. I don’t know if I can do this alone. I know Hina is going to do her best to help but I’m still worried about what I’m going to say.”

“I’ll go with you, but I’ll tell you this. If they ask about us, I don’t care if they know but do you care?”

“If it will get them to understand I am trying to change, I’ll tell them anything, even that I cried like a baby in front of you.”

You laugh “Let’s just hope you don’t cry in front of them, ok? Zaheer and I will monitor you to make sure your nerves aren’t getting the better of you.”

“Alright, I feel little more confident about this. Thank you.”

The heat coming off of Enji starts growing as the elevator starts heading up. You grab his hand to let him know you are there. As you stop in front of the apartment door, you give Enji a quick kiss on the cheek. “You can do this.” Is all that you whisper. He rings the doorbell and you notice he is holding his breath until you hear the door opening. Hina answers the door.

“Enji, something told me that you would bring (Y/N) with you.”

He goes pale “How would you know?”

“Oh, a little birdie may have told me a thing or two about you both.”

“Midnight….” He rumbles.

“A woman never gives up her sources. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Now get in here.”

You enter an upscale apartment. It’s even nicer than Enji’s home and almost as big, it must cost a fortune. Hina directs you to towards the living room and takes the cake from you. You sit down and wait while she gets the kids. It feels like forever waiting but eventually they all enter the room. You can practically cut the air with a knife the tension is so thick as they sit down. That’s when Enji finally speaks.

E: “I wanted to come here today to tell you all that I’m sorry for everything.”

N: “Really? Now after everything we have been through, you expect us to forgive you.”

F: “Give dad a chance, Natsuo.”

E: “He is right, I don’t expect you to forgive what I did to you. Your brother and mother are dead because of me. I have to live with what I did every day for the rest of my life. I know right now it might not look it but I want to become a hero; no, a father that you can look up to.”

N: “How do you plan on doing that?”

E: “If I’m being honest, I’m not entirely sure right now.”

N: “So you come here to apologize and not even have a plan. That’s it, I’m going!” Natsuo tries to leave but is stopped in his tracks. He is forced to turn around and look at you.

Z: “Sit down and listen, this man still more to say!”

H: “You might want to listen; you don’t want to make a demon angry.”

N: “Fine…why are you here anyway?”

(Y/N): “Your father asked me to come.

F: “This is a family affair, I agree with Natsuo, you shouldn’t be here.”

(Y/N): “Can you just let him speak first? I will answer your questions afterwards. Enji, go ahead.”

E: “I know you might not believe me when I say that I know what I did hurt everyone. I pushed your brother too far and he died. I gave your mom so much stress and guilt that she took her own life. I separated Shoto from you and neglected you two for years. I pushed Shoto too far because of my selfish desires. I don’t even know how you can look at me right now. Knowing I caused all of this all of this hurt me so much that I have nightmares of watching myself hurt everyone. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror for months without feeling sick to my stomach. It got to the point that when (Y/N) tried to wake me one night I ended up almost killing him. That night I cried like I never have before. I never knew how much I hurt you all until your mother died and I never really processed my emotions until recently.”

N: “I don’t believe that you cried, you would never cry.”

(Y/N): “He is telling the truth; he did cry that night.”

F: “Why now? What changed? And why was (Y/N) with you?”

E: “(Y/N)… He is the reason I am having a change of heart.” You hold his hand which gives him a boost. “He has been with me and seen me at my lowest. I don’t know if I can do this out him. I’m telling you this now so you don’t hear it from someone else, but…” he takes a deep breath “We have been dating for the past 2 months.”

N: “YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! You’re telling me that my dad who doesn’t feel anything but hate has fallen love AND WITH A MAN? This had got to be some kind of joke! What makes you think we will believe any of this?”

(Y/N): “It’s true. I don’t know how else to make you believe it. Enji was so broken down that night. All of his emotions hit him at once, he even threw up because of his thoughts. I was there only to stay overnight till I got a better apartment but the world works in strange ways. If I wasn’t there, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. I don’t even know if your father would have made it much longer without me.”

N: “Why him? Have you seen what has done to us? Do you know what we went through?”

(Y/N): “I have, I can see memories with the help of Zaheer. I saw everything he did to you. I understand that you may never forgive him but give him a chance to prove that he really is trying to change. I know it might seem fake right now, but just know that he wants to be in your life. He wants to be better.”

F: “I want to believe you but I agree with Natsuo right now, it’s really hard to believe.”

H: “Not for me, I knew something was going to happen between you two. I saw it the first night you brought (Y/N) home”

F: “Wait, you knew? Why didn’t you tell us?”

H: “He needed to find himself first before he could even tell (Y/N). It’s not my place to say his feelings. Plus, you wouldn’t believe me even if I did tell you.”

(Y/N): “I know that Enji really wants to make things better. He is still coming to terms with his past but I hope you guys will give this apathetic man a chance.”

E: “(Y/N), I can show my feelings, but only with you right now.”

In the heat of the moment, he kisses you on the cheek but he then looks at his children, remembering where he was. Every Todoroki has shock on their face at this action and you are feeling like everything got awkward until Fuyumi spoke up.

F: “Well, that proves that you’re telling the true. The old dad would never kiss mom much let alone a man. Shoto, you haven’t said a word, what do you think?”

Shoto stands up and walks towards his father. Enji just stares as Shoto begins to speak.

S: “You hurt everyone and I don’t know if I can forgive you for that…. but I believe that you want to change. I believe that (Y/N) will help you. Give us some to time to think about it.”

E: “Thank you, son.”

Enji then gets up and hugs Shoto the best he can. He is about to cry with joy but you and Fuyumi join in as well. Hina pushes Natsuo into circle. After letting go, you enjoy some cake while small talk starts about school, work and how you two met. It was about an hour before you two left. During the drive home, you could feel Enji was starting to relax, finally getting his emotions off his chest.

“Thank you, (Y/N), for everything.”

“I would do anything for you, Enji. I just want you to be happy.”

“After everything you have done for me, I wanted to thank you in a special way.” He gives you a look that you haven’t seen before, a smirk with half closed eyes.

“Well, what is it…. ohhh…. are you sure? You have never done that with a man before.”

“I would do anything for you, (Y/N).”

“Using my words against me, but I’ll take it. Can we at least get a snack first? I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry!”

“Well, when you have a demon inside of you that you need to feed, tell me how you feel.”

“You talk about me like I’m a baby inside of you.”

All of you laugh as you drive off. You can’t wait for tonight.

Next Chapter: R18/NSFW

#A Hellish Encounter #endeavor x male reader #endeavor #endeavor fluff #enji todoroki #enji x reader #enji x y/n #endeavor mha #endeavor stan #my hero academia enji #mha todoroki #todoroki family #mha enji #enji x you #enji

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allgoodthingsflowintothecity · 6 years

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Naegiri Week Day 7 - Soft

Technically a sequel to my day 5 fic. Also, the longest fic I’ve written for the week, so that’s an appropriate sendoff, right? Now that I’ve had an excuse to start writing fanfiction again, I might end up writing some more? I have some ideas bouncing around. Idk.

Aoi Asahina had had a lot on her plate in the past couple of days. Originally she’d thought she was being haunted, but then it turned out that the “ghost” in question was an artificial intelligence her dead friend had uploaded onto a school laptop. If that wasn’t enough to handle, there was also Ishimaru’s unpredictable emotional state, Monokuma’s 10 million yen motive, and the added threat of Genocider Syo running wild around the school. Hina had always tried her best to stay positive, but she could feel fear and panic creeping into her veins every moment she wasn’t keeping herself busy with exercise.

The newly-discovered third floor of Hope’s Peak had one of the least convenient designs she’d ever seen as far as getting from place to place quickly went, but the silver lining was that it made a pretty decent running track in the absence of any access to the outside world. Hina was currently just a few meters ahead of Sakura in a friendly race she’d initiated—Sakura certainly outclassed her in terms of sheer strength but Hina usually pulled ahead when it came to tests of speed—when she found herself having to come to a dead stop with a couple of meters to spare. She stumbled in the process, but was held standing by the obstacle standing in her way.

“Woah! Hina?” Naegi looked a bit harried, which Hina supposed was fair given that she’d nearly run in to him at full speed.

Sakura came to a stop next to them, the whole building seeming to shudder with the force of her footfalls. “Naegi. Our apologies; we thought you were busy speaking with Ishimaru.”

Naegi let out a breath and ran a hand through his already-messy hair glumly. “I was trying to. He’s… more responsive than he was, but he’s not really making a lot of sense. He really didn’t want me around for some reason, so I gave up.”

Asahina frowned, her worry for her friends catching up with her despite her attempts to outrun it. “At least he’s talking again,” she tried to offer weakly. Sakura placed a hand on her shoulder; she took that to mean that her attempts at positivity weren’t very convincing.

“I think his exact words were, ‘Get out of my face, you soft bastard,’” quoted Naegi. Now that Hina got a better look at him, she didn’t just think it was the surprise of almost running into her that had him looking so bad. Naegi’s eyes were tired and baggy, his voice dull, and his hair even more of a bird’s nest than usual.

“Ishimaru is working through his grief. You must not take his words to heart,” assured Sakura.

Naegi mustered a small, grateful smile. “I know. Thanks, Ogami. But…” His eyes drifted downward. “I kind of worry he might be right about some things.”

“Like what?” said Hina. It was inappropriate, and it wouldn’t have happened if she weren’t so damn stressed, but a slight laugh escaped her lips. “I don’t think he’s really possessed by Owada’s spirit.”

“No, not that…” Naegi rushed to say. He chewed his lip hesitantly, then finally managed, “Am I really too soft?”

She was surprised by the question. Hina honestly liked Naegi. He was probably her second best friend here, after Sakura, and his kindness and forgiving nature were what made him such a good friend in the first place. If the rest of the group—especially that jerk, Togami—were more like Naegi, she wouldn’t have to be so afraid. It had never even occurred to her that those traits could be interpreted as a bad thing.

As always, it didn’t take long for Sakura to offer sage, eloquent advice. “To leave oneself open and vulnerable to others is an act of courage. Though we all benefit from your bravery, you also put yourself at risk because of it. Perhaps, where Ishimaru once admired you, he now worries for you. Regardless, you alone may choose who you want to be.”

Naegi was silent for a long moment, head angled downward and eyes gazing off into space. Finally, he nodded, and though he still looked sad and exhausted, his gaze wasn’t quite as lost as it was when they’d initially collided. “That was… really well-put, Ogami. Thank you.”

Sakura bowed her head, a satisfied smile on her face. “I am glad to help put your mind at rest, Naegi. Perhaps your body should follow its example.”

“I’m having trouble sleeping too,” offered Hina. She’d never be the steady, supportive figure that Sakura was, but her friend was clearly hurting, and she wanted to do what she could to help him, even all she could do was empathize. “It helps when I get a lot of exercise. Do you want to come running with us?”

“I don’t think I could keep up,” admitted Naegi, shrugging bashfully. Then he frowned, looking thoughtful. “Actually… there was someone else I wanted to check on. I’ll see you guys at dinnertime?”

“Sure! Maybe we’ll even get dessert this time!” Asahina managed a genuine smile at the thought.

“Good luck in your endeavors, Naegi.”

“You too!”

Before long, he was headed down the stairwell. Sakura frowned as she realized that they’d moved quite a bit since engaging Naegi in conversation. “I’m afraid I’ve lost track of our positions in the race. Shall we start over?”

Hina took her friend’s hand and started the long trek back to the physics lab. “You’re on!”

Alter Ego hadn’t reported anything amiss today, which was a relief for Kyoko. Between Yamada, Ishimaru, and—the real threat—Monokuma, protecting the artificial intelligence from any surprise visitors was becoming quite the time-consuming endeavor. Her investigation was really starting to lag.

She’d prowled the third floor for a bit after her… disagreement with Naegi, but hadn’t been able to focus well on her work, which only served to anger her even more. At least with Alter Ego, she didn’t have to make any deductions; it was just a matter of making sure the laptop stayed in the changing room.

That was where she was standing when she heard the door open behind her. Kyoko spun around, ready to confront the newcomer, only to freeze as she saw that it was the one person she was especially not in the mood to see. “Naegi?” Her voice didn’t come out as forceful as she would have liked. “What are you doing here?”

He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt, but he didn’t flinch at her words. “I…” He paused, cleared his throat, and tried again. “I just wanted to say that I understand why you said what you did. Yesterday, I mean. When you asked me what I did for fun and I said—“

“I know what you mean.” This was unexpected. It wasn’t like she thought he’d take her words to heart and end up cautious and guarded like her; an increasingly loud part of her really didn’t want him to. But at the very least, she thought she’d made things between them awkward enough that Naegi wouldn’t go seeking out her company any more.

Maybe she’d misjudged him. For all his seemingly passive nature, it seemed that Naegi really was the kind of person to confront his problems head on. She supposed he’d already proved that much in the class trials. Was that what this was, then? A confrontation? But he didn’t look angry…

“You were trying to warn me, right?” he pressed on. “Trying to get me to be more careful. I didn’t know why you said that stuff at first, but you were really just worried about me…” He trailed off and swallowed, suddenly looking unsure. “…I mean, I think.”

“You’re not…” Kyoko sighed. She’d begun her response before she had the chance to think better of it. No going back now, then. “You’re not wrong.” She frowned down at the bench nearby, avoiding eye contact. She really hoped she wasn’t blushing.

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the relief in his voice as he continued, “G-Good! Well, it’s not ‘good,’ but what I mean is, ‘thank you.’ It… it really means a lot that you’d worry about me.”

“You take enough risks that it’s hard not to,” she replied. She could hear an acerbic tone creep into her voice, and it was almost a relief. Annoyance, bitterness, they were safe enough emotions to reveal. If she was irritated, that meant she wasn’t… anything else.

“I know.” He swallowed again. “And… I don’t think I’m going to stop.”

Another curveball. Kyoko was beginning to suspect that she had no idea where this conversation was going. It was a new sensation.

“I said before that I was going to carry our lost friends with me, and I’ve decided I want to carry me, too—er, if that makes any sense. I don’t want to change who I am.” Naegi took a heavy breath. “If I’m too soft, then I’m too soft. But that’s just me.”

There was a long silence. Finally, Kyoko raised her head, looking at him again. He had the same determined look on his face he had when he was presenting evidence at the class trials. His voice had even stopped wobbling at the very end of his soliloquy, sounding less like the gullible mess that insisted on buddying up to every potential murderer in the school and more like the competent investigator that remained objective and logical as he helped her put the pieces of each case together.

Except that was an idiotic comparison, because they were the same person. He wasn’t Fukawa. Naegi who got framed for murder because he couldn’t get over his middle school crush, Naegi who had found the truth regardless, Naegi who wanted to be friends with a literal serial killer, Naegi who had found that serial killer’s identity where trained police had failed for years, Naegi who she had yelled at, Naegi who she was just starting to accept that she might actually kind of like—it was all him.

Maybe she didn’t need to worry about him after all.

“You’re not too soft,” she finally admitted. “You’re a little soft, yes, but if you were too soft, you wouldn’t still be alive right now.”

Kyoko had never had much of a talent for giving pep talks.

Still, his face lit up, and before either of them could react, he threw his arms around her pulled her into a tight hug. Kyoko froze, arms standing stiffly at her sides, and it didn’t take long for Naegi to notice her reaction and release her. “S-Sorry! I don’t, uh, I don’t know why I did that. All I meant to do was say thank you. So. Thank you! And I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Naegi backed out the door in a flurry of apologies, bowing and blushing furiously. Kyoko could only watch him go, face gone absolutely blank with shock. She could feel her cheeks burning as she sat heavily on the bench.

Scratch that. She definitely needed to worry about him.

#a blogger chooses a queue obeys #naegiri #naegiriweek2017 #dangan ronpa #fanfiction

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askthedespairkids · 7 years

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Never A Real Victory

*LONG POST CUTS OFF TO SAVE YOUR DASHBOARDS THE STRESS OF THE LENGTH - PLEASE CLICK THE READ MORE*

*Atop the roof after everyone gathered*

Ah. Here they come! *points up to the helicopters with the Future Foundation logo on the side*

*Sides the door of one open as they land* Hey, assholes, guess who got put on as your rescue leader? Good to see none of you decided to bite the dust yet.

Good to see you too Fuyuhiko.....

Weird to think, huh? Finally getting out of this shithole in one piece.....

I....I’m so happy, I could cry!

You already look like you’re about to......

Alright guys, no point in wasting any more time, right?!

Heh, you’re right. Let’s- *The sounds of another helicopter becomes audible*

Huh.....? We didn’t bring any other helicopters.....?

Sly: Then what’s that up there...? *Points towards the helicopter nearing towards them, eventually landing on the building adjacent to them* .....another organisation, maybe?

Shin: I highly doubt that.....

*Climbs out of the helicopter and lands on the other rooftop* Well well, just look who we have before us! 'Tis the one and only menaces to the Despair Movement!

Junko...? What the hell are you doing here?!

Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to chat. Pick up a few things, you know? Normal business.

(I knew things couldn't go our way for long) Well, it's been a while hasn't it? You and your ilk have certainly been...busy.

Oh, tell me about it. We've been all over the place. *Looks at Shin* Though I see you're trying to weaken us a little. Not that the 79-B class are actually all that useful. They just provide some fun support. Also heard about what happened in Tokyo with Ibuki, that was certainly something.

Yeah, that was definitely something. You know, Ibuki mentioned you guys dug up some old projects of mine, most of which even I couldn't get to work properly

Seems you were just missing the necessary secondary talents that would make them work properly. Can't do everything when Geneticist is your only field you got going for you. Monaca's really been working at the fatal wound one though, she's loving it now that she's gotten the hang of it.

Really now? Well, I'd put an end to that area of development. You might not like the consequences of that ability. I mean, having broken arm bones fuse together at the wrong angle is just one of the nasty outcomes.

I know that. However, like I said, Monaca's gotten the hang of it...it's still hard to get it perfect. But...she managed a few...isn't that right?

*The door behind Junko opens and four figures step out onto the roof*

Th...that's....!

...........

Then we didn't just imagine that.

....

Shall we do rollcall?! I think we fuckin’ need it! Up first we have the truest of fakest! The demon of the underworld, not of the Gundam variety, but of the gambling variety! Here she is in the flesh, once again! Motherfuckin’ Ultimate Gambler, Celestia Ludenberg!

.....Mr Nakamura. Kyouko. Good to see you both once again.

Up next! He's the sacrificial lamb that I predicted well into the future, but his talent is just too good to let it go to waste! Here we are, the Ultimate Mechanic, Kazuichi Souda.

.............

Nothing? Alright then. Up next, a truly unsurprising one considering his powers of bullshit. The 77th class' own lucky student, Nagito Komaeda!

Well...? I guess I really am lucky if I was the first to be reanimated perfectly. What are the odds?

And out final contender. A girl nobody would have ever guessed would make an appearance like this. The girl was a bona fide bitch, just like yours truly, but all she wanted was to stay with her brother...everyone, let me introduce Natsumi Kuzuryuu

Heh...

You...did it....you...you actually did it. Not only did you trample all over human society, but now you've trampled all over nature as well.

I know, right? I'm impressed with myself.

What the fuck...what the FUCK did you do to my sister?!

Oh, give it a rest, Fuyuhiko. This girl's given me the talent I've been wanting so I can match you. I don't care if it makes me a despair or not. I'm on your level now, if not higher.

It's not worth it. Listen to me, all of you, it's not worth it. Talent isn't worth anything. N-Nagito, what about you? I thought were against despair! You said yourself you wanted to kill Junko!

Of course...however, I figured if I joined despair and was then defeated...I could become a real stepping stone for hope, don't you think...?

Celes, I know you're better than this...they shot you, for crying out loud!

I knew what my fate would ultimately be, and I knew about the project they were developing. So, I took the gamble and bet my life. I won, naturally.

Kazuichi? What about you? Even when you had the chance, you couldn't kill Sonia. You said that you wanted her and Gundham to both survive.

Y...yeah, I do...but I know there's never gonna be a real place for me there...

Wh-what does that mean?!

Come on...there's...nothing for in this world anymore. I know you like Sonia anyways. I'm always just gonna be the background guy. At least here I can have a purpose, even if its a negative one.

It doesn't have to be like that. You can have your own life. All of you can! There's so much more you can do. The depairs may have brought you back, but they have nothing else to offer you. I can help you all, I promise.

Help us...? If that were the case, where was Future Foundation when we all died, huh?

Maro, Hifumi, Sakura, Hiyoko, they couldn't be revived....

I'm sorry...I wanted to save you all. I swear I did.

And now apologies. How pathetic.

Sh...shut up...!

You're lucky that neither Monaca or I killed you on the spot when we lured you. You're nothing but a mere toy to be tossed away, now silence yourself and let those with a meaning in life speak.

What the hell did you just say to him?!

Hey, man, calm down!

Everyone, please. Listen here. Junpei has been a tremendous help for us. He may be a bit of dumbass, but he's making a conscious effort to improve. He made the smart choice and turned away from this bullshit ideology. Which is more than can be said for you, Ms. Ludenberg. You can call me a pathetic, low-class fuck-up because it's entirely accurate. But don't you dare slanderize anyone here.

I can slanderize all I want. There's nothing to stop me from speaking my mind. I mean with members like a baby-faced gangster-

You...

To the literal embodiment of the homosexual agenda-

...!

To the runt that thinks he can supernatural abilities

You fiend...

I apologise, but it's hard to not make comments.

Wow...yikes.

I could make a comment about you, but I'm not going to stoop to your 4th grade level of trolling. Instead, I'm just going to ask if there was a point to this meeting.

Just to let you know I'm expanding a little. Of course, there's still others you haven't met, but these guys needed to see you now, just so you now what you're up against.

The look of despair on some of these faces...it's hard to watch...but I know they'll probably end with the most hopeful expressions imaginable! I hope I get to see them!

I couldn't give two shits either way, really.

Who...who even are you...? You aren't Natsumi....

You...y-you killed Sakura! Without mercy! Why the hell would I want to look at any of you?! Just get out of here already!

Hina, please. They're just trying to rile you up. Listen, if you really think this is gonna change anything, you're solely mistaken. If you think that showing us some pale imitations of people we lost along the way is going to deter us, you're wrong. Even if I feel despair, it's not gonna stop me. *Briefly glances over at Mikan* We all feel the same way. You despairs are a dead end. There's no future awaiting of any of you. But that's fine; I'll save you anyway, along with everyone else.

Pale imitations...? Nah, just repaired originals. We should thank you though. It was your work that made this a reality.

But, I've gotten what I came here for. So, if you'll excuse us *The five all get into their helicopter* We'll meet each other again soon, Nakamura-senpai! Promises! *The helicopter takes off*

*watches them fly off* They might look like them and talk like them, but you know what your friends were really like. Those four were caricatures. She made them to piss us off. Nothing more.

No matter you say, that was Kazuichi. A despair version, but Kazuichi nonetheless.

Natsumi....

N-now what are we supposed to do...? We can't have just one freakin' victory, can we?!

.............

Ka-chan...

LISTEN! This is exactly the reason she stopped by. She's trying to make us thing she brought them back, but that's impossible.

I couldn't do it, and there's no way she could do it either. It's impossible to bring back the dead...no matter how much I wish I could. I know how much you wish they were back, but there's no proof what she's say is remotely true. They could all just have been clones. Whatever the case, we can deal with it when we get back to base. Let's just get out of this rotten shit hole of a city.

Y...you're right... Let's head back. Looks like we've got a lot to report... *they all start getting on the helicopters*

....do you really believe they're clones?

I know what clones are like. They're born without knowledge, so it has to be transmitted into their minds. Yasuke worked with them, so they probably have brain-computer interfaces. Yes...that's it. That has to be it...

Kyoji, listen to yourself... I won't say anything to the others, but you know Junko wouldn't lie about this.

......what I think doesn't matter. Let's just get back to base, okay? We can figure things out from there. But listen...they weren't lying about getting their technology from me. It was an old idea. So, whatever they really were, I...understand you blame me for this. Whatever this is.

I don't blame you, you never could have known it would come to this... But you're right. Let's just get back to HQ for now...

Yeah. We can figure this out, guys. We can still win. I know it.

*the two get on the helicopter* (Junko...just what the hell is your end plan for this...?)

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anime-matchmaker-blog · 7 years

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If i havent sent in anything before, can i have a Attack on titan and danganronpa matchup? I'm a straight 5'8 female with brown curly hair and hazel eyes. I'm an introvert, and don't really speak unless spoken to. I basically communicate through awful jokes. I'm also pretty sarcastic. In a relationship, I'm clingy and easily jealous, and need love 24/7. I love music, and playing piano. In SNK I'd probably be the worst fighter ever. Thanks ❤️

Thank you for the request and for being patient with us! ^^ I hope you’ll like your matches C:

Your matches are…:

ConnieSpringer (Shingeki no Kyojin): An outgoing person thatlikes to joke around makes Connie a rather easy person to befriend and you’recertainly no exception to that. Your introversion won’t stop Connie fromconversing with you, whether it be to simply to ask a question or to comment onsomething you’re doing, and if you shy away from answering, Connie will be leftrather puzzled. That won’t stop him from approaching you though, especially ifthere’s something he wants to know and you’re the only person around. Conniecan also be an easygoing person so even if you seem to hesitate on conversingwith him, he’ll still make comments here and there around you. It won’t botherhim too much when you give him short replies and after some time of thishappening, he’ll eventually notice how you barely speak unless someone talks toyou beforehand. The curious side of him leads him to asking you why. If such aquestion makes you uncomfortable, he likely won’t notice right away, but whenhe does, he’ll surely apologize to you.

Your sarcasm will likely fly over Connie’s head since heisn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and he’ll get confused quite often but it’ssomething he’ll grow accustomed to the more time he spends with you. How youcommunicate through jokes is pretty much right up Connie’s alley however, consideringhow much he likes to fool around too. It just makes you more unique in hiseyes. When he’s around you, Connie finds himself smiling more and trying toshow off just to impress you. Of course, he’s not the most skilled butconsidering how you’re not that much better than him, he hopes that you’ll beimpressed, or at least find his attempts to be endearing. With how the both ofyou aren’t that great at fighting, Connie will try to utilize this opportunityby asking you to train with him, though most of those sessions will most likelyresult in the both of you goofing off instead.

It kind of lowkey annoys Connie how you’re taller thanhim and this might motivate him to try to get himself to grow a bit taller.He’ll boast about how he’s lucky to have a pretty girlfriend like you to anyonethat’s around him (which will certainly piss off Jean) and from time to timehe’ll compliment you, blurting out whatever comes to mind. Your clinginess willcertainly get on Connie’s nerves at times. As much as he likes spending timewith you, he’ll also like time by himself, especially amidst stressfulsituations, so both of you will have to learn to deal with this sort ofsituation. How easily jealous you get at times will be another factor that willhave to be worked on since Connie is rather dense at times and won’t noticeyour jealousy, which might make things worse, and even when he does, he isn’tthe best at improving situations. He’ll attempt to soothe you but if thishappens too often, Connie will certainly get tired of doing so. Nevertheless, ifyou both work on trying understanding each others’ issues and with time, you’llbe able to come to a better understanding. Connie will surely show you love atevery opportunity he gets though, wanting you to know that you’re special tohim.

HagakureYasuhiro (Danganronpa): Hiro is another easygoing person with acheery personality, and like Connie, it won’t be hard to become friends withhim with time either. Hiro can be rather eccentric though, given his talent anddenial of the occult which might make conversing with him at first to beawkward and perhaps off-putting, especially given how you don’t talk much. Atfirst, before noticing how you don’t speak up much, Hiro will make comments orask you questions, especially if you’re around a lot, but eventually he’ll takenotice and with curiosity getting the better of him, question you about it. Hiromight not talk to you much afterwards, thinking that you dislike him orsomething to that effect. He’s prone to panicking and might even start avoidingyou. It’d be up to you to confront him and let him know that you’re not upsetor anything, and that that’s just how you are. Hiro isn’t used to havingfriends and he’s a bit slow in the head, so you clarifying for him isimportant. With your introverted nature, this might be hard but unless you takea step forward, Hiro likely won’t be able to figure out the actual reasons whyyou don’t initiate conversations. Even if other people try to explain to him,he’d still doubt them and won’t make any move to approach you again.

Once Hiro self declares that he knows you more, he’llstart talking with you more to find out more about you. At the same time, you’llfind yourself listening to him talk about his fortune-telling and how itdiffers from the occult a lot. He’d jokingly say he’ll charge you to tell yourfortune and upon you declining since it ispretty pricy, he’ll still do it anyways, since it’s you. If your fortune willcome true will be left up in the air though. Finding out your love of music andlearning that you can play the piano will lead to Hiro asking you to play forhim, or to him asking if he can listen to you whenever you go to play. He’s notthe most knowledgeable when it comes to music but it can still be soothing tolisten to (at time depending on the genre) and it being you as the one making the music makes it seem that much cooler. Thefact that you communicate through awful jokes will be seen as rather endearingby Hiro, though he might not fully understand what you’re exactly saying attimes. He can be pretty gullible so sometimes he’ll take the things you sayliterally and will fall for your jokes, not knowing that they’re just that. Thesame goes for your sarcasm. Hiro will likely take the things you say at facevalue for the majority of times until someone informs him of what you reallymean. He’ll learn, eventually.

Hiro certainly loves your hair because curly hair, yes.He also enjoys the fact that you’re shorter than him, even though it’s not bymuch. It makes you seem cuter in his eyes for sure and he’ll let you know thisfrom time to time, most likely as a result of blurting out his thoughts withoutthinking much beforehand. He might not be the best boyfriend since Hiro doesn’thave many friends as it is, but he’s rather sincere and cares a lot for hisfriends, which will certainly extend towards you too, especially towards you, so no worries on being shown love. Hirowill deliver on that. He might be rather shy on giving you gifts upfront butthat doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. However, your clinginess and how easily youget jealous will certainly make Hiro back away. Such situations aren’tsomething he knows how to deal with and his knee jerk reaction would be to getout of there. Of course, that’s not an optimal response and it’d be from advicefrom his friends, most likely Hina and Makoto, that gets him to approach youagain. Of course, you’re going to have to try to change your behaviour toosince a relationship is a two way street. If you two can learn to deal witheach other’s negatives then regardless of the highs and lows that occur, youcan always count on the fun times to reappear.

#Attack on Titan #Shingeki no Kyojin #Connie Springer #Danganronpa #Hagakure Yasuhiro #imissleeandluke #matchups #request #Stella writes #first time doing DR matchups huehue #this was fun ^^

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Okay, but imagine, about a week after Hinata leaves for Brazil, Kageyama, wallowing in self pity and throwing himself into anything that isn’t remembering Hinata’s absence, receives a phone call. He doesn’t recognize the number, but what the hell? He picks up and is met by the sound of a clearly distressed child.

“Tobio Nii-Chan!” She had called and Kageyama immediately knew who it was.

“Natsu, what’s going on Imoutosan?” He asked in the sweetest voice he could muster.

“I want Shoyo Nii-Chan back!” She practically wailed and Kageyama swallowed his pride.

“I know Natsu, I do too...” He whispered kindly, trying to soothe the 8 year old.

“When will he back?” She asked quietly, presumably quieting, but Kageyama could feel tears pricking at his eyes.

“I don’t know Natsu, but he said he thinks a year or two...” He heard a loud gasp.

“A year!?” She had cried and he had winced, as it settled for him as well, the ten millionth time since Hinata had told him as well.

“Yes Natsu... a year...” he muttered sadly. He could here her sniffling, trying to hold in sobs. He took a deep breath.

“Tobio Nii-Chan...” she called questioningly.

“Yes Natsu?” He asked quietly.

“Since Nii-Chan isn’t here to hug me, or make Onigiri with Mama, will you do that instead?” Kageyama’s breath catches, and against his better judgement he finds himself nodding, though she can’t see him, he lets it happen.

“Of course Natsu...” he muttered and she let out a wet, still very clearly distressed laugh.

“Will you come give me a hug now?” She muttered and Kageyama held in a sigh. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. If he left now, and spent an hour in Miyagi, he could be back by 10, and be to sleep by 11.

“Yeah, Natsu, I’ll be there in a couple hours okay?” He could practically hear the smile in her answer.

“Okay Tobio Nii-Chan!” Kageyama smiled.

“I’ll see you then Natsu,” he began to end the call.

“Okay! See you then Tobio! Love you!” Kageyama was caught off guard by the words, but before he could react, the calm was ended. He sighed, smiled, and shook his head at the ground. Natsu and Shoyo were practically the same person, and he couldn’t wait.

From that day forward, Tobio would go to the house every Saturday to spend time with Natsu. Their favorite thing to do was practice volleyball in the park, where Kageyama would drive her. Eventually she introduced him to her fellow volleyball players on the grade school team. The coach let him come in and teach both the boys and girls team, and he talked about his journey as a volleyball player.

It wasn’t anything that would have been expected of Kageyama, he was the tall, dark, and brooding type of course, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Mostly because he loved spending time with Natsu, and he loved being there when she would call Hinata, and he especially loved being there when Natsu would call him the week after he missed a call and he would have to sit there and apologize a million times about being out with friends.

As fun as it was though, Kageyama couldn’t Deng the inevitable pain it brought to see Hinata every week but not see him. To see him grow, mature, and strengthen, and know that it wasn’t him helping Hinata reach that point. He couldn’t deny the rare nights where he would actually cry for his partner, rival, teammate, and decoy, wishing that they could have stuck together.

Those nights were particularly bad because he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was being selfish. Hinata was on the other side of the world not because it didn’t hurt him, but because it was what was best. Hinata has been the one to leave his entire life behind for this, and he did it to better himself, Kageyama had no reason to be so upset.

Or at least he thought so. That was until he realised one day while looking solemnly at an Instagram post by his former partner, that Hinata may have left his entire life behind, but in doing so he had stripped To I oof his own. Sure, volleyball had always been Kageyama’s main focus, but after middle school, he didn’t know if he would get the chance to play again, as he didn’t know if another team would accept him.

Hinata had done it so easily though. Despite their differences and what Kageyama said, and how he acted toward and treated Hinata, Shoyo had so easily let him in and helped him grow as well. And despite so much complaining, Tobio took great pride in his own ability to help Hinata grow through their highschool career.

It felt even worse to realize that Tobio was clinging to the only thing he had left of Hinata in Japan. His little sister and mother. The Hinatas were wonderful people and they always seemed to be so happy when he would come over, but Hinata had never failed to feign joy, there was no reason that his family couldn’t.

Even with all of these feelings swirling in his head, Kageyama didn’t stop showing up to the Hinata household every Saturday, and he didn’t stop playing volleyball with Natsu and her friends, and he didn’t stop taking Hinata’s calls with her either.

One day however, it somehow slipped through his mask of indifference, his ever-present look of numbness, the fear and anxiety slipped past that, but of course no one realized except for Hinata.

“Kags?” Hinata asked softly and Kageyama’s eyes flashed up.

“Yeah Hina?” He asked again and Hinata’s eyes slowly travelled to Natsu.

“I’m really sorry Nat, but can you step out for a minute I need to talk to Kageyama...” Natsu, who was 10 now, looked sadly between her brother and practically big brother.

“Uh, yeah, Nii-Chan...” she answered then sent Kageyama a concerned look before walking to the door, “just... call me back in when you’re ready Kageyama Nii-Chan...” she answered, still very concerned. Kageyama watched her leave and nodded at her request before turning back to Shoyo, his bestfriend, though he was sure Hinata wouldn’t still give him that title.

“Yes Hinata?” He asked and Hinata’s eyes softened with worry.

“Is there something going on Kageyama?” He asked softly, voice so gentle it almost made Kageyama want to punch the screen.

“No...” he muttered, “Why?”

“You’re acting strange, and you keep looking at Natsu like you’re hurt, I want to know what’s wrong,” Hinata pressed, wishing that he could only reach through the computer and touch his bestfriend’s hand.

“I’m fine Hinata... training’s just been a bit more than normal recently, I guess I’m stressed...” Kageyama tried to cover up, he knew what Hinata was talking about. He had been fearing them realizing for weeks.

“Don’t lie to me Yamayama, I know when you’re lying.” Hinata started seriously on the other side of the call.

“I’m fine dumbass, don’t worry about it.” Kageyama ground out between clenched teeth, trying to hold back tears.

“Kageyama Tobio.” Hinata interjected, clearly annoyed, “you are my bestfriend,” Kageyama startled at the words, he could have sworn Hinata had found someone else to call bestfriend now he was in Brazil.

“I want to know what’s going on with you, I tell you everything but you haven’t told me anything in months...” Kageyama couldn’t hold it back anymore, he began to cry, pulling his knees to his chest and beginning to sob.

“Kageyama!” Hinata called, clearly distressed by the sobs wrecking his bestfriend’s body.

“I’m sorry...” Kageyama muttered, it may have been hard to hear through his own sobs, the muffle of his arms, and the low quality microphone, but Hinata could hear him.

“Kageyama, Don’t apologize, just tell me what’s wrong so I can help!” Hinata exclaimed urgently as Kageyama was still sobbing.

“I’m so selfish Shoyo...” he explained, tears continuing to stream down his cheeks.

“What do you mean Tobio?” He asked softly, again, voice so gentle, trying not to push Kageyama but searching so desperately for answers.

“You’re over there, doing what you need to get where you want, to catch up like you always said you would and I’m here, feeling sorry for myself, as if I was the one who left everything behind...” Hinata looked heartbroken by Kageyama’s words. He didn’t get to talk though, because Kageyama let out a self deprecating laugh.

“And of course I would do this, have a fucking breakdown while I’m with your family who were kind enough to let me join them after you left, letting me continue to visit despite my overstaying...” Kageyama hiccuped.

“Kageyama.” Hinata said sternly.

“It’s okay to hurt, and to feel pain over someone leaving, it’s okay to feel when someone important is out of reach,” Kageyama shook his head.

“You don’t understand Hinata...” he argued, “I have everything you ever wanted. I’m on a professional Japanese team, I see your family every week, and I’m living a life I never anticipated and I still feel unfulfilled just because you’re not here...”

“Kageyama Tobio.” Kageyama finally looked up at Hinata, who had a serious face but tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“I know that you think I resent you for getting a head start, and I know you think being with my family is selfish, and that they only keep you out of pity, but you are just as good for them as they are you.” Hinata was stern, and finite. He spoke with such confidence, it almost caught Kageyama off guard. He’d never heard Hinata talk like that about anything other than Volleyball.

“What do you mean?” He asked, wiping at his eyes.

“I mean that you have been there for Natsu while I’ve been gone. Dont you remember how much she used to look up to me? It broke my heart to leave her behind, but you so easily stepped in and filled my role while I’m gone, and I greatly appreciate you for that.” Hinata explained, “And my Mama, god Tobio, she was so worried, about me, about Natsu, but I was more worried for her, I knew that she never wanted to admit to needing someone that would distract Natsu while she worked, but with you and your participation with the volleyball club at the grade school Mama hasn’t had to worry about that, you’re truly amazing, and you’re lightening Natsu’s life, and Mama’s life, and my life in turn Kageyama.”

Kageyama felt his eyes watering but he bowed slightly.

“Thank you Hinata...” he muttered, and Hinata sighed.

“Kageyama, you’re incredible, there’s a reason I’ve looked up to you for so long, despite our differences, I’ve always been by your side, and I consider you my closest friend, so for the love of god Tobio just let us appreciate you!” Kageyama let out a breathy laugh.

“Okay... I will...” he muttered, then turned to look at the door when he heard it creek. There in a crack of the door was Natsu, staring, confused and probably afraid of a clearly distressed Kageyama.

“Tobio Nii-Chan?” She asked softly and he smiled.

“Yes Natsu?” He asked and she grinned, running in to hug him tightly.

“I love you! Just as much as Nii-Chan!” She turned to smirk at the computer, “Mayeb even more~” she teased. Hinata mocked heartbreak by throwing his hand over his heart.

“I’m wounded Natsu!” He exclaimed and she giggled excitedly.

“Well, Kageyama’s been here!” She exclaimed poutily. Kageyama glared at her.

“Don’t say that Natsu, he’s there for a good reason and you know it.” He scolded. Natsu looked up at him bewildered but nodded dutifully. Shoyo smiles at his sister and bestfriend.

“Exactly, and I’ll be home in just two months, isn’t that exciting?” Natsu grinned and nodded happily.

“It is Nii-Chan! I can’t wait to introduce you to my team! You and Tobio can show my team your freak quick from highschool! Even if you’re both better now that you’re grown-ups, I bet you can still do it!” Hinata and Kageyama flashed eachother marching grins.

“You think you can still adjust your set to any height?” Hinata asked and Kageyama smirked and nodded.

“You think you can still jump fast enough to get to it in time?” Hinata went Kageyama his signature smile and a thumbs up.

“Of course!”

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lovelysugawara · 3 years

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Love me Again

Kuroo X Reader Fanfiction//

**y/a = Kuroo Hinari **grammatical errors ahead, sorry guys** plot: you and Kuroo are married, but your husband turns cold over you, because of an incident a year ago. Will he once again love you back???

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Part 4

*Hina’s POV*

As I finally exit the building, I no longer need to hide my hurt feelings. As I don’t want to remember it, my mind keeps on rewinding that scene. Tetsu talking to a girl so closely. How i would like to be mad and slap the girl. But that’s not me. I can’t bring myself to do it.

I’m just scared. What if Tetsu thinks I’m so easy to get jealous and I’m not mature enough? I don’t want that to happen.

But what about my feelings?

I'm trying to hold on but why is he making this so hard?

I’m sitting outside a cafe, looking at the bento I made. I even sighed and decided to open it. I felt happy because it really looks good on my standard. I did try my best and Kenma approves of it too. It would be a waste if I’m not gonna eat it.

“Can I eat that? I’m hungry.” to my surprise, it’s Kenma who is standing behind me.

“Kenma, what are you doing here? I thought you’re talking to Tetsu?”

He sat down in the chair in front of me. And started to dig in.

He’s eating my cooking. I smiled at him.

“Kuro won’t eat so I decided to go after i gave him the paper.” He continued to eat.

“Wait, is it okay for me to eat this? You won’t get mad right?” He asked me worriedly.

I nodded, “Of Course i won't.” I smiled.

I watched him eat the foods I cooked.

“Would you mind accompanying me for awhile, Kenma?” I suddenly want to visit her.

“Sure, but where?” he said while chewing.

We are now standing in front of a graveyard. I put a flower in the head stone with the name Baby Kuroo.

“If only you said to me earlier, I would gladly accompany you here first.” Kenma said as we both stared at the headstone.

I smiled at him, “It’s okay Kenma. I just suddenly want to visit my baby.” I sat down a little and put the flowers I made for “her”.

“You know I had a dream that “she” like tulips. So if she’s alive and grew up, I think she would like tulips like I do.” I can’t help but imagine my baby.

“I know she would be so much like you, Hina.” Kenma smiled at me.

I can only laugh at his comment, another version of me would be a disaster I guess.

“Have Kuro come here with you?” he suddenly asked.

I shake my head.

“After the funeral, he never set foot to visit “her”. I know he’s still hurting too.”

I really do understand Tetsu about it, I too, have been so hurt. I nearly lost my mind. But I have to deal with everything thinking I shouldn't let my husband feel abandoned, but as of the moment I’m dealing with it alone. Without him, supporting me.

“I know you came here for your peace of mind. You still think of what we saw a while ago.” Kenma said as he sat beside me.

“Why didn’t you ask him? Are you afraid?” I flinched as he said those words.

“You know me well. You know I would rather not ask him anything about it. Or I might hurt myself if he answers something I don't want to hear.” I said it while holding my chest.

“What’s happening? You and Kuro, seem different.” So he knew. He must have felt it. He even stops little before saying the last two words.

“Kenma, you think if it’s me who died, Kuroo would be fine?”

I’m so heartless about myself. Kenma stared at me so intently.

“What are you saying? Did he say something to you?” I heard anger in his voice, I hated myself because I felt like crying. And Kenma might be angry at Tetsu because I’m saying this.

But I can’t take it, I’m hurting. So much.

“It’s like I’m being punished, Kenma. But I did everything for the baby. But I still failed to protect her. And now, I'm even losing my husband.” I put my face on my palms, trying to hide my miserable face while I cry.

“You did your best, Hina-chan. It’s Kuro who doesn't understand that it’s not only him who lost the baby. It is harder for you the most, because you are the mother. Maybe he thought, as you live your usual self and act normal, that you’re not hurting. Maybe you need to at least let him know what's on your mind and what you feel. To talk things out, yeah?” Kenma pats my shoulder giving me a wake up call that I should be more brave.

Maybe confronting Tetsu isn’t a bad thing to do?

I look at Kenma, and as expected he’s looking at me with those eyes. “Thank you Kenma. I’m sorry for making you stress once again.”

He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Just tell me if that bastard didn’t clear his mind after you talk to him. I’ll make sure to help you.”

I laughed a little as he said those words. I feel kind of happy.

I once again look at the headstone and smile.

Don’t worry baby, me and your daddy will be fine soon.

That afternoon, I got a text from Yaku.

‘I hope you don't forget about the get together tonight. Make sure your husband will attend it or I’ll let him eat lots of meat!”

I almost laugh at his message. Yaku is still like that towards Tetsu. I also miss how they fight over trivial matters.

I look back at my hair, I still keep it long, since Tetsu likes women with long hair. Then I saw myself in the mirror. Did my look change? I just noticed how my lips are dry now. It’s been awhile since I wore lipstick or even put on some make up. Should I at least put something tonight?

*Kenma’s POV*

6PM, that night.

At Yaku Morisuke’s mansion.

I sighed, I don’t want to do this. I want to stay up to my room and play. I’m already tired. I’m just glad I charge my phone fully so I can play until later.

I look at my surroundings to see my former teammates.

…

Sighed, they are still the same.

“Kenma-san!!! How are you?”

I looked up to see Lev standing in front of me.

“Ah, hmm.” I actually don’t know what to say to him, and since he’s a model now, he looks like a bright tower standing in front of me.

“Kenma-san, you didn’t change. Haha! I also watched your streams when I got time, and I really enjoyed it. Teach me some games sometimes.” Lev is still as loud as ever.

Sighed. “You need to learn a lot Lev, you know.”

“Eh?! But I work hard on my LoL rank!!!” Lev continues.

“Ha ha, don’t be so harsh on him, Kenma. Yo!” Kai-san and Yaku-san walk towards us, together with their wives.

“Wahhh, I can’t believe you are already married!” Lev still can’t hide his amazement on the two senpais.

“Haiba-kun, isn't it time for you to marry too?” Kai asked him.

Lev put his hand on his chin, as if he’s thinking hard.

“Hmmm, maybe. But I’m still busy.”

“Maybe you won’t marry Haiba!” Yaku told him as he assisted his wife to sit beside us.

Lev blushed, “B-but rather, it should be Kenma’s time to marry too right?” Now he put the spotlight on me. Sighed. Tired.

“Kenma, won’t marry either.” Yaku said.

“He’s married to his games and company.” Kai added.

“E-EHHH?!” Lev’s can’t stop himself.

And the two just laugh how simple minded Lev is.

I just shake my head and once again look at the entrance, waiting for Kuro and Hina.

Then Kuro appeared at the door, was he alone? Where is Hina?

I stand up and walk towards him.

“Kuro!” I called him out.

“Kenma! Yo!” He simply waves at me.

“Wow, Kenma you are quite early at this kind of event, I’m surprised.” He commented.

I almost rolled my eyes hearing him say this.

“And I see you come here alone, where is Hina? You didn’t pick her up?”

Based on his facial expression, he’s guilty for not picking her up or texting her that he’s here.Seriously, I don’t know what to do to this guy.

“Kuro, will you stop being a jerk? You’re going too far.”

“K-kenma,”

Shocked I guess. I don’t know the problem, but Hina is starting to drift away.

Kuro looks away, “S-she’s on her way, probably.”

Tsk!

“Probably? You’re not even sure?” Look at how jerk he is.I’m trying not to be disappointed with him but I guess my self-restraint won’t be enough for tonight.

“You know, she’s waiting for you. I told her that I should pick her up since you’ll be an ass to not come home and directly come here, but she refused and said she will wait for you.”

He suddenly gets his phone in his pocket and switches it open.

What? Did he intentionally switch it off?

After a few seconds, lots of notifications ring.

Seeing his face, I know it’s Hina.

I should have picked her up myself.

“I-I’ll call her then.” Kuro said.

Sighed. And then I saw her at the door.

“No need Kuro, she’s already here.” I walked past Kuro to go straight to his wife.

Somehow, she looks different and the way she dresses tonight.

She wears a dress and puts on a mild makeup that highlights her young face, like she goes back to our high school days. Since long ago, I knew very well that she’s a pretty woman to begin with. She always smiles and is happy every time I see her.

I just hope Kuro knows it too. And realized that she’s drifting away.

“Wow Hina, you’re way different tonight.” I told her.

She blushed. “R-really? I just put on some makeup for a change.”

“Wow! Hina-senpai! So pretty! More prettier than my sister!” Lev is already towering us as he complimented Hina.

“L-lev eh?! To be compared to Alisa-chan’s beauty, you must be joking!” She can’t hide her embarrassment from us

Kai and Yaku also joined us on this side, and they also complimented Hina about her look. And where the hell is her husband?

I look at Kuroo who is standing a bit far away from us. He’s looking at her with an awe expression. He should be. She dressed up to impress him after all.

“Kuro, what are you doing there far away from you wife? You should escort her.” Kai speaks what I have in mind.

Kuroo walks towards us, I look at Hina who looks nervous as he approaches her.

“What’s the fuss all about, she looks the same guys, come on.”

WHAT THE HELL?

Did he actually say that? Not even complimenting her?

Kuroo suddenly smudges her lipstick, causing it to ruin her looks.

“KUROO!” I shouted!

I saw everyone flinch as he did that. They are looking at Hina who is trying to fix her lipstick and ends up wiping it with her handkerchief.

Hina is so shocked to even react to what he did.

“What the hell did you do?!” Yaku says in horror.

“Don’t be so rude Kuroo, she obviously dressed up for tonight.” Yaku explained.

“Then who is she dressing for?” he looks at her in an irritated way.

Hina’s facial expression became somehow afraid and conscious.

“Are you stupid?” Yaku being yaku to Kuro. “Of course it’s for you dumbass! You’re her husband! You know sometimes I think you’re the one who lacks docosahexaenoic acid!” Yaku walks away, not giving Kuroo the chance to fight back with their verbal battle.

Hina just smiled at us, “Come on guys, let’s enjoy the night okay?” She did smile but after we walked to sit down, I saw how her smile fades away.

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