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tatsumology · 3 years

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1-cm High World

Location: Seisou Hall Courtyard

Mitsuru: Sniff sniff… Just as I thought, the scent of bread is coming from over here!

They gotta be sweet buns~☆ It smells like the ones you can get at the supermarket!

Ah, found it! So it really was here!

But why is it hanging from a tree branch? It kinda looks like a bread-snatching race.[1] Hmm?

Well, anyway. The bread will go bad if it stays here. I should bring this to the dorm supervisor[2] right away! Dash dash, ju~mp!

Uwaah!? I got stuck in a net and now I’m hanging in the air!

So basically, this is a trap someone set up? Maybe it was the mischievous Hinata-chan? Or could this have been one of Shinobu-chan’s ninjutsu tricks?

When I move my body it feels like I'm shaking like a yoyo, it's fun! Bounce Bou~nce♪

Kohaku: ...It actually caught him.

Mitsuru: Ah, Koha-chan. Hello!

Kohaku: Though this isn’t a situation to be greetin’ each other so casually…. Good day.

Ya certainly look like you’re utterly hog-tied. I'll get ya down, so don't move.

Mitsuru: Okay! I'm bad at staying still, but I'll control myself♪

Kohaku: (Even in such a situation he’s not fazed in the slightest... sorta like Madara-han.)

(Although we’re doin’ activities together as Double Face an’ I know about the ”Mikejima” name, I still don’t know Madara-han’s true self real well.)

(Even if it’s just for a short while, I feel mighty anxious bein’ in the care of someone like him.)

(I was tryin’ ta figure out one or two weaknesses o’ his, an’ then I pieced together that I needed ta go to the Track & Field Club.)

(In order to not stir up any unnecessary trouble, I can’t touch Narukami-han, who’s real close ta bon[3]. An’ as fer Otogari-han...I can’t quite grasp his physical strength just yet.)

(Rulin’ those out, I had ta choose Tenma-han.)

(Although ‘t was me who set the trap, I didn’t think he would come. Yer run-of-the-mill folks wouldn’t get caught up in such an obvious trap, right?)

(Just how much does this dude like bread?)

(Well anyhow, it’s all dandy that I’ve been able ta get him while Madara-han ain’t around.)

…. Now yer loose. ‘M sorry that I set out a trap like this, but there’s just somethin’ I hafta ask ya.

Mitsuru: Not at all! It felt like an amusement park ride, so it was fun! I’d welcome a trap like this any time!

Kohaku: I- is that so? Well, nothin’ better than a good mood right? Here, have some bread as an apology.

Mitsuru: Yaay, I scored another piece of bread! Yesyes~!☆

Munch munch…. So, what was it that you wanted to ask me?

Kohaku: Y’see.. Y’know Madara-han? The one from the Mikejima household? I pretty much only know ‘bout how he is as an idol.

Tenma-han is also in the Track & Field Club with him, right? Can’t ya teach me what kind of person he is?

Mitsuru: I got you! Then let’s change into our tracksuits and meet up in 5 minutes!

Kohaku: Thanks a lot, ya really saved me there~

…. Eh, tracksuits?

5 minutes later

Mitsuru: Okay, first of all, let’s have a match! Get ready to dash! ☆

Kohaku: (So basically, we’re gonna run? I haven’t got a clue what this has gotta do with Madara-han, though.)

(In order ta gain his trust, it’s best ta just go along with him.)

Mitsuru: Dash dash~!

Kohaku: Hollup, how far are ya plannin’ on goin’?!

Mitsuru: Thanks to the bread I’ve just eaten, I’m all fired up! It’s just so much fun to run!

It’s the first time that I’m running together with Koha-chan. You’ve gotta show how much you can run!

I’ve become a proper oniichan now that I’m in my second year. I’m not a child that you can just baby all the time!

Kohaku: Haaa… huff..

Mitsuru: Koha-chan, are you okay? Please eat some bread and jazz up!

Kohaku: Are ya serious?! If I were to get anythin’ in my stomach right now, I’d totally throw it all up.

Mitsuru: It’s gonna be fine if it’s bread! I have some …

Huh, I don’t have any bread on me?!

Let’s go to a bakery to get some! So dash dash with all I got~!

….Not with all I’ve got. I should match up to Koha-chan’s pace, then dash dash at half power~☆

Location: Time Street

Mitsuru: Munch munch… Bread is super duper tasty when you eat it after running!

Kohaku: Yer right...it’s tastin’ better than usual ‘cause we just worked up a sweat.

Mitsuru: ....

Kohaku: ? What’s the matter? Yer starin’ like a rock...

Mitsuru: I just always got the idea that you practically don’t have any friends, so I’m happy that we’re hanging out together! Ehehe♪

Kohaku: “Practically don’t have any friends”...you don’t beat around the bush, huh. Compared ta you, I don’t have heaps, but I do have some.

(‘s all well. Although Tenma-han looks like he’s got his head in the clouds all the time, he’s real aware of his surroundings. It’s kinda surprisin’.)

(.... This ain’t the time for admirin’! I totally forgot about my objective.)

(I could keep goin’ along with him, but with bread and dashin’ I won’t make any progress. Let’s cut to the chase now.)

Tenma-han. This is about Madara-han, I don’t really understand what all this runnin’ around has got to do with him. Could ya explain it so that even I can understand?

Mitsuru: Okey-dokey! Up you go~☆

Kohaku: Waah?! What are ya doin’! Don’t carry me on yer shoulders! Egh, I can’t get down if ya grab me so tightly!

Mitsuru: Mike-chan-senpai loves festivals! He carries me like a mikoshi[4]— gives me a ride on his shoulders and all. He’s a super nice person!

Whenever I’m in a fix, he helps me out. He’s a good guy. But I’ve also become bigger too, I'm already a second year!

I wanna go from being helped to being someone who helps out others!

So if you’re ever troubled about anything, Koha-chan can also come to me for advice!

Kohaku: …. Right. If I’m in a pinch, I’ll count on ya.

(His eyes are sparklin’ when he’s talkin’ ‘bout Madara-han.)

(“A super nice person” huh … So he appears like that to a kid who knows nothin’ of the face beneath the mask.)

(Though I didn’t quite get the information I was hopin’ for, I still spent a meaningful day like this.)

Mitsuru: Sniff sniff … I can smell freshly baked bread!

It’s coming from that bakery! Dash da~sh … ☆

Kohaku: Whaah?! Put me down first~!

Proofreaders

JP: Anonymous

EN: Amagiiz

Translation Notes

A bread-snatching race in Japan is mainly done during school events. Bread is hung on a string, then children need to grab it with their mouths and carry it over a course to the finish line. You can see an example of this in Mitsuru’s bloomed 2015 Sports Festival 4* card ↩︎

The dorm supervisor is Keito. ↩︎

This is how Kohaku refers to Tsukasa. ↩︎

A Mikoshi is a Japanese portable festival shrine that you carry on your shoulders. ↩︎

#trslt #oukawa kohaku #tenma mitsuru #idol story

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silverdragon-imagines-blog · 6 years

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Raffle Drabble - 1st Place Winner

Here’s the last one, it’s for @the-ace-anomaly . It’s angst with Crim.

Reader x Crim

Warning(s): mentions of abuse, panic/anxiety attack, threats

You knew he suspected something, especially since you don’t normally show up for dates with him with bruises on your face. Of course, he never said anything, which you were grateful for. How could you even begin to explain this to anyone outside of your family. You knew it was bad, so so bad, but you just kept quiet. You don’t want to make it any worse for yourself of course.

That was a while ago, a week at most, and now you were having a pleasant evening with Crim, eating a home cooked meal at his home. You were enjoying yourself, actually smiling and having fun just talking to him.

Then you felt your cell phone vibrate in your pocket, startling you and causing you to drop your fork onto your plate. You apologized and got out your phone to check the caller ID, and your stomach dropped. You started shaking, and your breath started getting quicker. You needed to answer, or everything would get so much worse.

“I, uh, I’ll be back in a bit.” You said, getting up from your seat.

“Sure, take as long as ya need,” Crim called after you as you left the room.

You ran to an empty room, took a deep breath and answered the phone.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HOME, BUT OF COURSE YOU HAD TO LEAVE THE HOUSE FOR SOME REASON! IT BETTER BE A FUCKING GOOD EXCUSE!”

It was your mom and she was screaming, but all you could hear was static. Your heart was beating too loud in your ears and you couldn’t breathe very well, but you knew it’d be worse if you hung up. It was always worse when you hung up.

“YOU BETTER NOT BE WITH THAT SKELETON, AND HE BETTER NOT TOUCH YOU! YOU KNOW WHAT, I’M GONNA SEND YOUR DAD TO FIND YOU RIGHT NOW! YOU’RE COMING HOME THIS MINUTE!”

The line went dead, and all you could hear was the dialtone and your heartbeat. You couldn’t move. You could barely breathe. So you stood there, phone still pressed to your ear. Your mind was racing, ‘your dad was coming? That’s not good, that’s not good at all.’

You felt your breathing picking up, then you heard a knock and you jumped at the noise, dropping your phone and running to a corner of the room to hide. You put a hand over your mouth to stifle whimpers, and the door opened with a shadow stretching across the floor.

It was dark and you felt hands on your neck, hands clawing your arms, hands digging into your shoulder, hands. You heard names, your name, her name, swears mixed with your name, swears about him, anger, hatred. Your chest hurt, your face hurt, your arms and legs hurt, pain, so much pain. You couldn’t see, you couldn’t breathe it was dark and there were arms around you, you had to escape, escape, escape, your name being called, hands on your head and back--

“Jus’ breathe doll, ‘sall right. ‘M here now.” you heard Crim’s voice through the noise in your head, and you reached in front of you to grab onto him, grounding yourself with his presence. He was exaggerating his breathing, trying to get you to do the same. Once you calmed down enough, Crim looked at you with worry.

“So, uh, d’ya think ya could tell me what happened?” Crim asked, and you turned away. “I, uh… I know it ain’t any o’ my business, but i think it’d maybe help ya if me er someone else knew how ta help ya.”

It was an honest reason, a good reason even, for you to finally tell someone about what was going on. But you couldn’t, it was a bad thing to tell someone. Your family would know and you’d get hurt, and it would be horrible for you. But even worse, it’d be horrible for him. You took a deep breath, then shook your head.

“I… I’m sorry.” You whispered, and you could feel his shock, “I can’t tell you.”

“Wha? C-C’mon doll, ya know this ain’t right, righ’? Ya were havin’ a fuckin’ attack when I came in, an’ that ain’t a good thing.” Crim tried to convince you, and you could feel your need to tell him grow. It was just too much to keep bottled up, so you leaned into him and willed your mouth to move.

“I… I’m scared.” you whispered, and you could already feel your throat starting to close from the effort it took to let everything out. You cleared your throat, and your eyes teared up and then fell down your face. “I don’t- don’t think I wanna go home. I want to stay here, with you if- ya know, if it’s okay… “

Crim’s hand started to rub your back, so you took another shuddering breath and continued, while tears continued to cascade down your face.

“M-my mom called an-and she wasn’t happy. I lef-left home to come here, and she found out. Sh-she said that my- that my dad’s gonna come and g-get me from here, bu-but I’m scared.” Crim pulled you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you in comfort as you took another breath and continued. “I-If I go back an-and they find out I was with you… They’ll hurt you Cr-im an-and I can’t be happy if I c-caused that. An-and then they’ll come after me, and I just- I’m just so scared.”

You just kept crying after that, Crim holding you in his lap and rocking you slowly. You couldn’t see him through the tears, but his magic boiled beneath the surface, his eye glowing a bright red. But he wouldn’t leave you here, no that’d make your already fragile self break even more, so he waited until you calmed down, then he stopped and moved some of your hair through his fingers.

“Ya alrigh’ now?” He asked and moved a hand over your face, wiping away what was left of your tears.

You nodded and cuddled closer to Crim’s chest. You both sat there for awhile longer, just relaxing in each others company. Then Crim picked you up carefully, and carried you into the living room where he set you down on the couch.

“I’m gonna heat up dinner, okay? Then we’ll watch a movie er somethin’, whatever ya want.” He said, and left for the kitchen leaving you to your thoughts for awhile.

You could hear the microwave running and the ding when it was finished. Crim brought back your food and turned on the TV for you, handing you the remote so you could turn it to whatever you wanted. Once you were finished eating, he took your plate back to the kitchen, and came back to curl up on the couch with you on his chest.

“Do ya feel better at all? ‘M worried ‘bout ya.” Crim asked, and you nodded. It was a calm silence for awhile, the drone of the TV creating a white noise that you didn’t quite hear. You focused on the sounds of Crim’s soul beating, lulling you into an almost sleep, but that didn’t last long. You were startled by a loud knock on the front door, jumping and clutching to the front of Crim’s shirt.

“‘Sall right, i’ll be right back. Jus’ sit tight.” Crim tried to soothe you as he gently eased you off of his chest.

You felt the urge to run, you knew what was gonna happen, but you were paralyzed by fear. So you watched as Crim opened the door, and a fist almost got him in the face.

“THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY CHILD, YOU FREAK!” You heard your dad scream, and you flinched, your breath beginning to pick back up again.

“Look buddy, i ain’t done a thing.“ You heard Crim say, and watched him avoid another blow to the face.

“WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU?!” You dad yelled, and you heard him start to yell out your name.

You were shaking, and you barely registered the fact that he was starting to force his way in past Crim. Crim never moved out of the doorway, in fact beginning to push your dad out and away.

“Yer kid ain’t going anywhere tho, ‘specially if wha i heard means what i think.” Crim practically growled. “So if ya don’ leave righ’ this second, i might end up doin’ something i’m gonna regret.”

You heard your dad take a step back, and near the door you could see a flash of red. You could feel your heart in your throat, beating fearfully at what you might see. ‘He wouldn’t kill him, would he?’

“Y-you don’t scare me, monster.” Your dad stuttered, and you heard Crim chuckle. “Your petty threats won’t work.”

“Heh, buddy. Are ya really sure i’m the one who’s a monster?” Crim spoke lowly, and you saw another flash of red and heard running.

Then the door closed, and you heard the sound of someone leaning against it heavily and a loud sigh. You got up from the couch, still shaking as you made your way to the door where you saw Crim sitting with his back to the door, looking down with his head in his hands.

“C-crim?” you whispered, and his head shot up to look at you. “Are you okay?”

“Heh, yeah… i’ll be fine, probably. Jus’ hopin’ he doesn’ call the cops er nothin’.”

“Oh,” you responded, and sat down next to him on the floor.

You both sat in silence for awhile, then you leaned into him to try and comfort him.

“Thanks for protecting me…“ you whispered to him.

“Nah, you don’ need ta thank me. ‘M glad that ya told me what was botherin’ ya.” Crim replied, pulling you closer into a hug. “An’ you can stay here fer as long as ya’d like.”

“Thanks Crim.”

#silver imagines #underfell #underfell sans #s/o #panic/anxiety #abuse mention #threats #angst #the-ace-anomaly #not quite 2000 words but there was an attempt #i'm still satisfied with the results

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