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asafeplaceforus112 · 4 months

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Fruits basket Zodiac = Neurodivergent

Please forgive me if its hard to read due to spelling or grammer or stuff, I cranked this out in like 5 minutes and this stuff is based on personal experience rather than academic research

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The treatment of the zodiac children in fruits basket is similar to the treatment of neurodivergent children. The disgust, overprotectiveness or denial of the parents is often how many neurodivergent children are brought up.

Furthermore, the predisposition to risk factors such as personality, mood or eating disorders is also similar to neurodivergent people. For example, being seen as strange by the other children which results in the bullying such as for Chise.

Similarly to how neurodivergence is a spectrum, each zodiac is different from each other, but also has similarities and a shared understanding that they cannot fully understand each other even though they are the same.

Furthermore, the whole “zodiac spirits can hug each other without transforming” thing which results in them having relationships with each other more easily than a zodiac x “normal” person, is similar to how neurodivergent people end up together a lot, even if they’re different types.

Each zodiac member obviously masks to the outside world just like neurodivergent people, and whilst not the greatest fit, the fact that when the zodiacs hug someone they change into an animal, could be interpreted as them unmasking in front of someone they love. This fits more than the last concept, but the fact that the zodiacs turn into their animal form when they are sick or weak, matches how neurodivergent people struggle to mask when overburdened.

Furthermore, I know its because its an anime, but the fact that most of the zodiacs have like only 1 or 2 outfits that you see them in, shows how they have comfort items like yuki or literally most of them. Also similarly to neurodivergent people with similar vibes as me, having a comfort aesthetic that is consistent with clothes for example Isuzu or momoji.

The bond the zodiac has is similar to the idea of a bond between neurodivergent people si similar to the whole “Similar way of thinking of the world” thing people go on about.

The dislike of being touched without permission is interesting.

The separation between siblings who are neurodivergent and their other siblings is VERY similar to the separation between the non-neurodivergent and neurodivergent kids (in my experience).

How the zodiac are either thought of as “gifted and productive” or “Trouble makers and stupid” are also very similar to how neurodivergent children are treated.

Also Yuki was totally gay. Theres no way he wasn’t gay, he literally had an enemies to lovers arc with manabe, like???? You’re telling me that yuki was a girl he wouldn’t have fallen for manabe???

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pix4japan · 6 months

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Restored 1950s Tokyo City Bus

Location: Edo-Tokyo Open Air Architectural Museum, Koganei, Tokyo Timestamp: 13:12 on October 25, 2023

Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 31 mm ISO 400 for 1/360 sec. at ƒ/8.0

Nestled within the Edo-Tokyo Open-Air Architectural Museum lies a fascinating piece of history—a meticulously restored vintage bus, the TS11 model, built by Isuzu Motors after the war from 1952. As you explore the museum, you'll come across this relic, which I feel is just one testament of many to Japan's post-war resilience and innovation.

The bus in my photo is actually part of a personal collection that is on loan to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government for use at the museum. This is why when you receive your printed English guide at the museum, there will be no reference or information available regarding the bus. Please read on to learn some interesting facts and history!

The TS11 model, with its 4WD capability, played a small but influential role in post-war Japan. Its sturdy design allowed it to navigate even the most challenging terrains, including mountainous and snowy regions. In 1957, a similar bus was entrusted with the honor to transport the Emperor and Empress to Mt. Fuji for a climb to the summit, a testament to the reliability and trustworthiness of the bus.

Fast forward to the present day, vintage buses, like the TS11, are experiencing a revival, thanks to the efforts of rural bus operators. Newspaper articles from The Asahi Shimbun and The Mainichi highlight labor shortage struggles faced by bus operators who have turned to restoring old buses as a way to promote not only ridership from tourists on weekends and national holidays, but also to attract bus enthusiasts (bus spotters, bus otaku, etc.) as possible new hires at their companies.

The charm of these buses transcends generations, captivating both the young and old in Japan and even tourists from overseas who have become familiar with the retro design of these old buses from novels, anime, and manga.

If you examine my photo closely, you'll notice a replica of an old license plate near the radiator grill. Above the front window, you can also see the bus route number “47” (四七) and the route destination “Ueno-Hirokoji” (上野広小路), which is a subway station on the Tokyo Metro Ginza Line, in Taito Ward, Tokyo.

Unlike modern buses designed for maximum passenger capacity, these vintage buses, with engines positioned in front of the driver, offer several advantages: better engine cooling efficiencies, easier access for maintenance and repairs, reduced vibration and noise for passengers, and increased safety for drivers in frontal collisions.

Preserving these vintage buses not only honors Japan's history but I think they can help enrich the present and the future, connecting young and old through shared memories and appreciation for cool design and innovative engineering.

Visit my blog post for Google Maps links and links to all of the original source material that I translated for this post: https://www.pix4japan.com/blog/20231025-edo-bldg-museum.

#都市景観 #ボンネット型バス #江戸東京たてもの園 #東京 #pix4japan #pentax_dfa28105 #pentaxk1mkii #urbanscape photography #Japan #Tokyo #bus #Edo-Tokyo Open Air Architectural Museum

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yellowbricker · 1 month

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Issues such as front axle, engine, cabin floor height, etc. have to resolved.....maybe not far from completion~ MY ISUZU V10SS Project: www.flickr.com/photos/yellow_bricker

#lego #legomoc #legocreator #legotruck #truckmodel #japantruck #isuzu #isuzutruck #classictruck #oldtruck

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crawlspacefics · 2 months

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Hey,

I don't know if you know a lot about cars or not but I've compiled a list of cars of what the senshi would drive and you can tell me what you think.

(If you can look it up if you want)

(This is also going to be a long one lol)

Usagi- Newer Volkswagen Beetle because she thinks it's cute

Ami- Toyota Corolla or Honda Civic. She prefers something reliable and economical.

Makoto- Toyota FJ Cruiser or New Ford Bronco because I see her as an off road driver who enjoys exploring.

Rei- Probably something that runs and drives but I would lean her towards something that is cheap and practical while still enjoying it. Probably a Mitsubishi Lancer Evo or a Subaru Impreza WRX Hatchback.

Minako- Something cool like a BMW M5 F10 (Rip water pump lol) or 2012 Mercedes SL-Class (Rip engine due to trashing the shit out of that car lol)

Michiru- Something fancy yet practical such as a Mercedes E-Class Wagon Diesel or Volkswagen Passat 4Motion.

Haruka- Sport cars obviously lol. I would think a BMW M3 E46 Convertable for daily driver and Volkswagen Golf R to take Hotaru to school while still looking cool lol

Hotaru- Haruka's Golf but Michiru would get her a Toyota Yaris to start but if she doesn't want it, then she's going to get her own car lol.

Setsuna- Anything that runs and drives lol

I love this question! 🌞🚙 (Though I warn I'm not a knowledgeable car person and most of this is based on aesthetics. Also, I'm adding to, not disagreeing with your choices. I like the Yaris!)

Usagi - I agree on the newer Beetle Bug. She needs an automatic, it would be pale yellow with cute glitter decals on the windows and a pink license plate frame. I'd even say she has a pink fuzzy steering wheel cover and some kind of cute pink seat covers. There would be a little crystal hanging from the rearview mirror.

Rei - I feel like I'm being mean to her, but Rei has a faded 1977 Red Gremlin hatchback with the white stripes. It runs (and not much else). And she can shove a dozen people into the hatchback if she really tries. She's no frills with this and also refusing to take anything from her father even though he could have/maybe offered her a nicer vehicle.

Ami - this one was harder. I actually see her on a scooter with a cute little basket on the front. Pale blue with white details and a matching helmet. But, if she were to get a car, it would be a Smart Car. Same pale blue with white details and a little black cat decal on the back window. She's getting her transportation to take her from point A to point B without really thinking of passengers. If it's more than just her going anywhere, the other person is driving. Or alternately, a dark blue Prius.

Makoto - my girl has a small, budget-friendly pick-up truck. Specifically, a Chevy LUV (manufactured by Isuzu). Fading baby blue with a rust spot on the hood and a pink plastic flower hanging from the rearview mirror. She keeps an old wooden crate in the bed to throw stuff in and has a flowered license plate frame. Alternately, she gets a classic Bronco. There's still a wooden crate in the back.

Minako - my party girl gets a party vehicle. A bright sunny yellow VW Bus with polished chrome. It's a bitch to park in Tokyo but she loves it. It has a hippie stoner look but only because Minako loves the aesthetic of all the rainbows and colors and peace sign stickers. There's a blue bird figure glued to the dashboard and she pats its head every time she gets in. Fuzzy dice! Artemis has his very own customized cat seat slung over the front bench (it can be relocated if he wants to get in the back to get away from the commotion of the entire crew on a road trip). She has a custom license plate - SAYLAV

Haruka - like you said, definitely sport cars. And more than one because she married really well. 😁 I definitely see her going with mostly modern cars, like day one off the assembly line. There's a Porsche involved. But there has to be a classic 1965 Shelby Mustang in there somewhere. White with a dark blue racing stripe. She would not besmirch her car with decals. LOL

Michiru - she's going for classy and high end. I had to look some of these up because I'm not familiar with high end 😅, but I could see her in something like a Lexus LFA as her everyday driver. But I'm also giving her a high end modern Jeep for fun, like when they go on trips to the mountains. It is teal. Because she is girly.

Setsuna - she's going for basic use and reliability. Cadillac XTS in dark burgundy.

Hotaru - she'll inherit Michiru's Jeep and have it repainted purple. 😎

#sailor moon #the girls and their rides #sailor mars #sailor mercury #sailor jupiter #sailor venus #sailor uranus #sailor neptune #sailor pluto #sailor saturn

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diabolus1exmachina · 1 year

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Lotus Elan S2

The M100 series Elan was launched in 1989, reviving the name after a 14 hiatus. In many ways it followed the pattern of the original, a small, good looking plastic bodiied front engine two seater soft top, the difference now being it was front wheel drive, as unlike the retro MX5 the Elan was rather futuristic.It was well reviewed by reviewers, being described by Autocar magazine as "the quickest point to point car available” and another as 'the finest front wheel drive [car] bar none’. Its 1588cc 4 cylinder engine was sourced from Isuzu but extensively reworked by Lotus, and available with a turbo, boosting performance to 162bhp and giving a 0-60 of 6.5 seconds and a top speed of 137 mph. Two years after the end of the production run, during the Roman Artioli Bugatti era of Lotus ownership, it was discovered there 800 turbo engines remaining so a limited run of that many very highly specced Elan S2s were produced in 1995 as a final run out edition.

#Lotus Elan S2 #MX5

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seat-safety-switch · 2 years

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So there’s this house near my house. I walk by there once in awhile, usually when my car has broken down on the other side of the neighbourhood and I have to walk home (to get another car, to retrieve this car.) Look, it’s not important why I’m there. The thing that you need to know is: this house has a Toyota Previa in front of it.

The Toyota Previa is Western civilization’s most passive-aggressive way to signal to others around you that you are a bona-fide car person with a few holes in your head. It’s got everything “car folks” crave: mid-engined, rear-wheel-drive (or all-wheel-drive!) Toyota chassis. Available forced induction. A hatch. A weird bean shape, with an even weirder dashboard. The very likely possibility that you will be killed in even a minor traffic accident. To everyone else in traffic, a Previa looks like a boring old van from the 90s. To someone like me, it is catnip.

Of course, the owner of this one Previa didn’t go in for subtlety. It has a giant shark-mouth vinyl on the side, has obviously been used for drift practice, and spent most of last year up on jackstands, awaiting new front struts. I don’t know what a normal person would make of all those data points, if they even noticed, but I was fairly sure that I would find the owner of this Previa tolerable for at least thirty minutes while we talked about our favourite kinds of reckless endangerment of the public good via automobiles. And then it happened.

This morning, as I walked past, I found out that they have obtained a second Previa. You might think that this would cement their position in my mind as a Genuine Freak, but it has done almost the opposite. I find myself angered that they are now hoarding these uncommon egg-vans, rubbing it in my face that they would enjoy a surfeit of such rarity and refuse to share it with their fellow nutbag, myself.

The only solution is to go to war, and by “war,” I mean slowly driving by their house with the weirdest shitboxes I can find until they realize just what kind of bad neighbour they’re dealing with. Sure, you think you’re pretty smart because you can get Toyota’s least-well-known 90s sports car, but have you ever seen someone hit the rev limiter on an Isuzu Gemini in eBayed fake-Irmscher trim? Two can play at this game, bucko.

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cartoonsbyandie · 9 months

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Tag Game: Ten First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I was tagged by @marshmallowgoop

I'm also interpreting this to mean "most recently worked on" and including WIPs.

“I have a few questions for you. I know you’ve already been read your rights,” he said, shutting the door behind him. [”???”]

It was a blue box truck, the kind made for delivering freight through crowded city streets like Beika, the Isuzu logo plastered proudly on the front grill. [”Look Both Ways,” Bride of Halloween fic]

There had been something haunting them, long before Richard's murder-magnetism had kicked into high gear. [“The View from Makeout Bridge,” KogoMegure one-shot.]

Richard made a mental note that if he ever wanted to win a game of hide-and-seek, he should just pay Division Two a visit. Because that was the last place he’d ever expect to find himself, and he was literally standing here right now. [“Witness Statement,” NakaMouri fic.]

"You didn't beat me yet, Kaiba! I activate Contagion of Madness!" The card was recognized, every shred of confidence draining from Kaiba’s face, illuminated by a blinding light that filled the battlefield. [”Critias the Traitor,” mostly-abandoned Orichalcos!Kaiba AU canon rewrite.]

Kew understood the world of the living for what it wasn’t. [Short story file, original characters.]

I tag: idk whoever hasn’t done it, I was tagged in this forever ago

#not art #I don't have ten sorry--#I should write more

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compulsivewriter · 2 months

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RRCG Transport System Co., Inc. 116-0399

Isuzu Cubic (converted to front engine layout) - Pilipinas Hino, Inc. S'Elega Dynamic Coach replica

Own work; give credit if used.

#bus #bus art #bus drawing #buses in the philippines #rrcg transport #isuzu motors #pilipinas hino #isuzu cubic #hino s'elega #random works of the bus enthusiast

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animeliarose · 1 year

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A Prince ♥(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵕ ก̀⸝⸝⸝)ෆ #yukisohma #fruitsbasket #animeboy #princeyuki

Kyo ran his hands over the wisteria, watching it ripple under his fingers, thinking.

‘How much did you hear?’

Yuki appeared by his side.

‘All of it.’ he replied grimly.

‘Kyo-’

‘Stand here.’ Kyo took him by the shoulders and moved him in front of the flowers, holding up his phone.

‘You want to take a photo now?’ Yuki went pink. How did he get so nervous about pictures when he was so cute?

‘Purple is your colour.’ he said simply, staring at his face through the phone. The wisteria looked nice against his silver hair and pale skin.

‘We weren’t trying to keep it from you. I was going to tell you later, in private.’ Yuki kept talking as Kyo held his thumb down and took a burst of about 20 photos in one. He’d sort through them later.

‘It’s fine.’ He put his phone back in his pocket.

‘Is it?’

‘I mean, not really…even Shishou thinks that’s where I’m going.’

‘He doesn't want that for you though!’ Yuki closed the gap between them, squeezing his shoulders, ‘he's going to fight it, you must know that.’

‘I guess…at least if it doesn’t work out... with Isuzu here, he won’t be lonely.’

‘Kyo…’ Yuki grabbed his hand and pulled him up and into the shadows of the practice room, hugging him tightly like he thought he was going to disappear.

‘Are you all right?’ Kyo asked, confused.

‘No…’ Yuki mumbled into his shirt, ‘just, can we stay like this for a bit?’

#fruits basket #yuki sohma #fruits basket fanart

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asknarashikari · 9 months

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Everyone was just chilling in the Desire Salon… when a number of DGP-themed boxes appeared in front of them.

Some of them even appeared on their heads, as was the case for Keiwa and Sara.

And others appeared on their feet, forcing both Isuzu and Azuma to trip as they immediately stopped walking as soon as the box appeared on the spot they were about to step on.

Keiwa: Ace?

Ace: I don’t know myself.

Sara: If he doesn’t know…

Keiwa: I’ll open mine first…

Inside each of their respective DGP boxes weren’t buckles but rather… phone… rather ornate phones.

Keiwa’s and Sara’s boxes all contained a golden phone, with their respective ID cores’ logo emblazoned on it. (the crown is replaced by their id cores' logo)

Ace’s phone is the Stealth Phone, a phone painted to have the camo on it.

Win’s Phone is a simple phone with musical notes on it.

Neon’s phone was just a phone case made of leaves.

Azuma’s phone was a frying pan phone case.

and Isuzu’s box contained a bug spray, just a bug spray.

Geats cast react to the phones they received.

Keiwa: I-Is this real gold? *tries bonking self with it* Oh my god it's real gold!

Sara: It looks so nice... but it's sooo heavy! It's so cumbersome to use!! :(((

Ace: ...Why would someone give me a phone? Surely they know I can just buy whatever I want?

Neon: *extremely confused at her leafy phone* Why would they think I like this...?

Win: *just pockets the phone* *becomes insecure when everyone stares at him* What? It's my style, and I ain't sayin no to free stuff!

Azuma: ...Why a frying pan...?

Daichi: -_-

#kamen rider geats #ask #hxmxbros

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 28 days

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Isuzu Piazza 181XE/S, 1991. The second generation Piazza was based on GM's R-body "world car" platform and was marketed in the US as both the Isuzu Impulse and the Geo Storm. For the Japanese market the Piazza had a 1.8 litre engine and front wheel drive. It sold in very low numbers, totaling slightly over 13,000 units before production was halted in 1993

#Isuzu #Isuzu Piazza #Isuzu Piazza 181XE/S #second generation #1991 #sports coupé #GM R-body #Geo Storm #Isuzu Impulse

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pulaasul · 11 months

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Freeloaders or Squatters C7 - Isuzu Daichi

Daichi Isuzu prided himself as one of the most logical and smartest person in the world. Logic, however, went out the window when he was involved with the Desire Grand Prix. How is he going to deal with the illogical choices one Tanuki-based Kamen Rider did after getting revived?

A/N: Shoutout to @narashikari @askrikkaiandhyotei for coining the term “Berobaa-san” that I am using in this fic XD. Also shout out to @flaim-ita , @chancellorxofxtrash , @rainixdra , @tokuteasings and @maou-the-tree because a lot of their responses have contributed to this idea XD

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FFN i Ao3

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"This is a bit interesting," Daichi mused to himself as he looked around the area he was walking in. "Now, I wonder why Beroba wanted to meet with me here."

"Icchy~"

That was definitely the insufferable nickname the sadistic woman bestowed him. He looked around trying to find the source of the voice.

And he found her, near one of the many traffic signs in the area.

"Now, why are we here?"

Beroba grinned.

"Aren't you the least bit curious where the person you detest the most live?"

There were a lot of people Daichi detested, and using it as a description hardly narrows the list of candidates down.

However, seeing as Beroba is aware of who this person is.

There's only one person who fits all the qualifications.

"Tycoon."

"What do you get out of it?"

"You're looking at the person who did their family a huge favor."

"A huge favor." Daichi frowned as he rummaged through his memories for anything related to Tycoon.

The last thing Daichi knew of Tycoon was the man's death at the hands of Buffa.

"Wasn't he just revived alongside Geats?" Daichi raised an eyebrow. "If Geats was revived, surely the person who wished for Geats's return wished for Tycoon as well."

If it was possible, Beroba's grin turned feral.

"Pupuuu!" Beroba giggled.

"You revived him," Daichi had all the puzzle pieces. "You used the goddess's powers to revive him."

"And we've got our winner!"

"Why?" Daichi couldn't help but ask. "For all intents and purposes, keeping him dead should be the most optimal decision to make."

"But, I was promised misery of the highest quality." Beroba stuck out her tongue.

"Then, what would you do if Tycoon, for all his faults, manages to put a stop to your schemes?"

"Tycoon?" Beroba asked as if her conversational partner was crazy. "That Tycoon, put a stop to me?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, you definitely have to see this." Beroba giggled.

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If meeting outside their usual grounds was weird, coming up to an apartment complex and stopping in front of one of its apartments was strange, really strange.

Daichi couldn't help but raise an eyebrow once he read the apartment's nameplate.

"Why are we here?"

"Tycoon, I'm back!" Beroba ignored Daichi's query and instead announced her arrival.

"Back?!"

"This is a rare sight, normally you'd just slam the door open and walk right in," Tycoon opened the door, still unaware of Daichi's presence. "What's the occasion? You're finally using the Vision Drivers and wish for more misery for us?"

"What's this, you've gone pretty cynical, Tycoon." Daichi relayed his observation.

"Of course, you'd bring him here." Tycoon rolled his eyes.

"Don't ignore me."

The audacity of the Tanuki to ignore him.

"And I thought, sparrows can be easily ignored," Tycoon looked Daichi in the eye. "Fine, give me your ID core."

"Haah?!" Daichi glared at the command. "Give you my ID core, have you lost your mind?!"

"I knew I'd get first-hand entertainment if I brought you here, Icchy~" Beroba giggled

Beroba did something Daichi couldn't fathom; the woman gave her Raise Cartridge to Tycoon and went inside, without removing her boots.

"Wha-"

"What?"

"You just let her in," Daichi pointed at the entrance. "What?"

"And here I thought you were the smart one."

"Wha-"

"Oi, baa-san, why'd you recruit the sparrow for your team?" Tycoon yelled from the outside. "He seems to be slow at processing things." Tycoon had the audacity to call him slow.

"Why you-"

Tycoon's audacity to insult him was the final straw, he pulled his fist in an attempt to punch the other man.

Tycoon just caught Daichi's fist mid-swing and looked him in the eye.

"And I thought Buffa was the one based on a bull, you're even more of a bull than he is, Daichi-kun."

"You seem to have forgotten that I owe you for what you did, Tycoon."

"Couldn't care less," Tycoon rolled his eyes. "Give me your ID core so you can enter, even Buffa and Ace gave me their ID cores when they came for a visit."

"Buffa, came for- wha-"

"Were you really sure when you recruited this sparrow into your team, baa-san?"

"Hey, he came up with the plan to steal the Vision Driver, there's that." Beroba giggled from the inside. "Icchy~ just give him your ID core, you've seen me hand my Raise Cartridge earlier, so we can talk."

"Right," Tycoon nodded before he looked at the man by the door. "ID core?"

"Fine."

Daichi growled before he put the ID core on Tycoon's hand with so much force.

"Careful or you might crush your own ID core and break it and your wish of getting all knowledge would be forever out of reach."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I wouldn't, I'm not a bull."

Tycoon let Daichi in his apartment, but he made a quick note of where his ID core was placed.

He made a beeline towards the couch and was greeted by Beroba lazily lounging on the couch. She was sitting with a frog statue.

"We finally meet, Nadge-Sparrow."

"Wha-"

"Icchy~ meet Kekera, he's Tycoon's and Hakubi's supporter." Beroba gestured toward the frog statue

"I suppose you're his supporter too on top of Buffa, Beroba?" The voice, that's apparently from the frog, questioned.

"Technically, yes." Beroba giggled. "But I've only got my sights on Buffa."

"You know, there are more logical places for me to meet Tycoon's supporter, other than his home." Daichi pointed out.

"Boo~ Logical's boring." Beroba stuck out her tongue. "Now, let's plan things."

"Planning how to capitalize on our misery can wait, Berobaa-san." Tycoon called out as he got a knife and a chopping board out. "Wouldn't want to test the theory of whether the people from the future are fireproof or not."

"Wha-" Daichi looked at Tycoon with an incredulous expression. "What the fuck?!"

"That's a first." Tycoon merely raised an eyebrow. "No one's ever cursed after meeting who my squatters are."

"That's a – Are you saying that she invited me to your house so that we can plan your misery?"

"Have you met her?" Tycoon rolled his eyes. "Isuzu Daichi, the woman in front of you is Berobaa-san, Berobaa-san, the guy you just invited is Isuzu Daichi."

"Wha- What you're doing is illogical!"

"We participate in a reality show where the grand prize is a wish that can alter reality, how is that logical?"

"Tha-"

"Logic jumped out the window the moment the Desire Grand Prix entered this era."

"I need to sit…"

"Feel free, you are the squatter's guest after all."

Daichi couldn't fathom the exchange he just got. Tycoon was wholly aware that the people he's letting inside his apartment are planning for his demise, at the very least for his misery, and he lets them. There was no logical explanation for why the other man would just allow that.

"Are you really sure recruiting him to your faction was the best idea, Berobaa-san?" Tycoon voiced out. "He can't even process what's happening before him."

"Give him time," Beroba giggled. "He's not used to not knowing things."

"If you're sure." Tycoon merely shrugged. "So what will it be tonight?"

"How about some Fillet Mignon?"

"Getting awfully expensive with your food choices now, are we?" Tycoon raised an eyebrow.

"What's the use of that three million yen you got if you don't use it?" Beroba retorted before sticking out her tongue once more.

"Three Million?! Wha- Whe-Why-How?"

"I think you both broke him." The frog pointed out.

"And here I thought you were supposed to be the smartest among the current participants."

"Just answer the question!"

"Here's the summary, my supporter commissioned for my sister to join the Desire Royale in exchange for reviving me, he, in turn, commissioned Berobaa-san's assistance to grant me a second life, and now they're squatting in my apartment without paying for anything at all, but that somehow reached the administrators of the grand prix so I was given blank checks to withdraw at least one million yen from each blank check from their sponsors."

"Wha-"

"Here's the summa-"

"No I heard you, but still what?"

"It is what it is."

"And you're fine with everything? Them squatting in your apartment inviting who knows who – "

"They invited the guy who killed me."

"And you're okay with that?! What is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me is that I died, how is that so hard to understand?" Tycoon sighed.

"Have to say, Tycoon, ever since you and your sister became blasé to everything that's happening, this is the most fun I've had," Beroba giggled. "And I thought Na-go seeing my presence here would have done the trick."

"Like I said, she revels in the suffering of others."

"Keiwa, I'm home!"

"Nee-chan, how was work." Tycoon greeted his sister.

"Same old, same old. Oh, the sparrow is here?" The older sister casually got inside the apartment and looked around lazily. "Invited by baa-san?"

"Right on the money," Tycoon grabbed his sister's coat and placed it on the hanger. "Sometimes I wonder if she really intends to watch our misery first hand or watch the misery of the people they invite."

"Rude!" Beroba pouted. "I wanted the suffering from you both, but you both chose to be blasé about everything."

"We gotta deal with the hand we're dealt with." Tycoon shrugged.

"So what'd they request this time?"

"Fillet mignon."

"Eh, I remember the first time you made Fillet Mignon!"

"Nee-chan! That came out burnt!"

"But you've improved since then! Since we finally have the money, I can't wait to taste your fillet mignon again." Hakubi patted her brother's shoulders before she looked at Daichi.

"Sparrow-san, I assume you know how to operate the TV, please entertain yourself before dinner and talk about anything else other than sabotaging us the next time we're called by the current game master."

"See, what I mean Icchy~, they do not react the way I want them to." Beroba pouted.

"Ha…" Daichi found the remote control for the TV and turned it on.

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As everyone ate dinner at the very small table by the TV, Daichi started coughing.

"If you really do not like my cooking, you should have said so," Keiwa sighed. "All that food wasted on the ungrateful."

"What did you put on my plate?"

"Keiwa likes to experiment on how much chili he's going to put in a dish he's making," Sara shrugged. "Have to say, you went all out, Keiwa."

"Wanted to see if the future people can handle spicy food, and apparently, a certain Sparrow can't." Keiwa shrugged.

"Of course, I can't, you jerk!" Daichi growled. "A warning would have been nice."

"Why would I?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow. "Michinaga, Neon-chan, and Ace all ate without complaining about the number of chilies I put into their dishes."

"Keiwa, just give the sparrow some water, so we can finish eating."

"Have to say, Tycoon, I didn't know you had the propensity for misery yourself."

"Please don't make me out to be like you, I was simply experimenting if you people are affected by the spiciness of the food."

"Oh we are, we just designed ourselves to have high tolerance." Kekera chuckled.

"Figures." Keiwa rolled his eyes.

The spicy fillet mignon aside, Daichi had to admit that the dish he was eating was delicious. Tycoon might give a lot of chefs a run for their money if he pursued cookery or anything related.

Too bad, he has to die for my ideal world.

He and his sister will and Buffa will help me with that.

"Here's your water."

"What the fuck?! You're giving me water after you basically just poured my mouth with capsaicin?!"

"Do not yell, sheesh." Tycoon shook his head. "What do you want then?"

"An orange juice or some lemonade, it would help ease the pain."

Daichi's eyes were watering, he doesn't know how much he can hold out and have coherent thoughts with his mouth going hot like this.

"Fine."

Tycoon rummaged through the refrigerator and gave Daichi a small pack of orange juice, who immediately grabbed it, tore off the top, and basically poured the juice in his mouth.

"How savage…" Hakubi whispered under her breath.

"Could you all please stop making assumptions about me?" Daichi growled.

"It's not like you didn't make assumptions about me when we first met, right, Daichi-kun?" Keiwa continued eating his food.

"We were in a competition, I had to gain an advantage."

"In the end, it wasn't me, was it?"

"But you were supposed to be the easiest one to eliminate." Daichi retorted.

"I suppose that's true, Michinaga targeted me first before he went after Ace when he could just leave me alone to play hero and save the people being sacrificed."

"Oh no, Buffa had to kill you, Tycoon." Beroba giggled. "The game wouldn't have ended if either of you remained alive during the game."

"What about Neon-chan then?"

"Oh, she had forfeited after the bull-fight," Beroba ate another piece of her mignon. "There was no reason to go after her."

"Happy to know my death wasn't useless in the grand scheme of things." Tycoon merely shrugged.

"What the fuck is wrong with you people?!" Daichi yelled. "How can you talk about your death like it was a regular Tuesday?!"

"You're one to talk." Hakubi shook her head.

"Didn't baa-san invite you over so you can go over your plans on how to kill us both?" Tycoon raised an eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, you were allied with Michinaga, you're trying to see if he could eliminate us while you claim victory."

Daichi didn't have any words to fire back.

Tycoon was right, Beroba had wanted to meet with him to go over his plans of getting one over the other Riders.

Knowing Beroba, it probably had something to do with tormenting the siblings as she did with Na-go.

"This is a surprise, I didn't peg you to be observant, Tycoon," Daichi sat back down and continued eating the fillet mignon before him. "I had pegged you to be the most naïve person to have ever joined the Desire Grand Prix. Wishing for world peace AND reviving the people who were casualties in the DGP."

"And that makes him the ideal Kamen Rider." Kekera chuckled.

"Idealist and not naiveté." Hakubi pointed out. "Keiwa's an idealist and he's not naïve, he's not ignorant of how the world works."

"It's the most logical conclusion." Tycoon merely shrugged.

"Fair."

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"Thanks for the food." Hakubi prayed before placing her plate on the sink.

Tycoon followed his sister's example and they both retired to their respective bedrooms.

"You can continue your discussion and we'll try not to eavesdrop."

"Seriously?!"

"Keep up with the program, sparrow-san, you're here to plan our demise in our house."

"I have to admit, I haven't had this much fun since I revealed the scoop with Na-go." Beroba giggled. "Maybe I'll even invite Archimedel here too, maybe that'll get a reaction from them."

"So long as he doesn't turn into a Jamato or brings a Jamato, I have no choice but to be fine with it." Tycoon sighed. "Once you're done, place all your plates on the sink and I'll wash them when you leave."

"They live here?!"

"They come and go as they please." Tycoon shrugged. "Well then, I'm off to my bed."

#kamen rider geats #isuzu daichi #daichi isuzu #beroba #kekera #beroba geats #kekera geats #sakurai keiwa #sakurai sara #sara sakurai #keiwa sakurai #story #freeloaders or squatters

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Trick or Treat Time. *spins the wheel* The original Samezuka Trio (+ any HQ kiddo)

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus! Treat

Seijuurou was used to this. His clothes had been disappearing since he was a kid, thanks to how much bigger he had always been than both Momo and Isuzu, but it had gotten so much worse his third year of high school. Going by the way Isuzu complained about her own clothes disappearing, it was a common Matsuoka courting ritual to just raid closets. The only reason Ai had gotten out unscathed in those months before Rin had gathered his courage was because he was too small for his closet to hold anything usable— though the same could not be said of his blanket collection.

So, yes. Seijuurou was used to his clothes, especially his jackets and sweaters, disappearing without notice. Even when Rin was overseas, Ai did it frequently enough to keep Seijuurou limber. So when Seijuurou opened his closet on the first truly chilly day one autumn to find it bare of anything with long sleeves, he just shook his head and closed it again, then moved to the living room to find something he could wear.

He stopped short.

Rin was sprawled along the length of the couch in Seijuurou’s Samezuka jacket, one of his sweaters layered underneath. Ai was sitting at the table in front of him, swimming in one of Seijuurou’s sweatshirts. But what got Seijuurou’s breath catching in his chest and his mind shooting through scenarios and possibilities and stopping short at the singular thought of wow was this:

Daichi, plopped on the floor with his head in Ai’s lap, rambling on about something to do with Suga and a banana, wearing Seijuurou’s college hoodie.

Rin was the first to notice him. He looked up from his book with a scowl that was more resting bitch face than anything. It turned into brow-furrowed confusion at what must have been a completely dumbfounded expression on Seijuurou’s face. Rin traced Seijuurou’s gaze to where he could not stop glancing at Daichi, and then Rin laughed.

“God, Mikoshiba, you should be used to this by now,” he snorted. Daichi broke off from his story and he and Ai glanced at Rin and then at Seijuurou.

“Oh. You broke him,” Ai commented. “Been a while since that happened.”

“Who broke him?” Daichi asked, and his voice was that beautiful amused-curious that had first caught Seijuurou’s interest.

“You did,” Rin answered. Daichi looked back at him, then his face did that gorgeous thing where he visibly worked through the logic set before him to try and puzzle out a problem. He looked at Seijuurou, standing in a t-shirt, then at Ai, then at Rin, then down at his own chest. A smile, the kind that only ever spelled trouble, stretched across his face.

“Y’know,” he hummed, settling more firmly against Ai. “It’s nice, being smaller than someone. Doesn’t happen that often for me. I tend to go more for smaller guys. But…” he glanced at Seijuurou, looking for all the world like a cat about to knock a glass off a counter. “That means that I buy a lot of my own clothes bigger, to get that boyfriend jacket feeling.” He shrugged and closed his eyes, clearly done with his setup. Seijuurou narrowed his eyes at him and pieced through what was offered. It was true that Seijuurou’s hoodie sat just about the same amount of baggy on him as most of his own clothes. Which meant that there was probably a sweater or two in Daichi’s own wardrobe that was about the same size…

Seijuurou grinned and darted into the bedroom, pulling open Daichi’s drawer at the bottom of the dresser. It was jammed full, overflowing with everything Daichi had crammed into it since he was here more often than not, the slow precursor to him just moving in one day the way Ai had a few years before. Seijuurou smiled at that thought as he pawed through the clothes, emerging triumphant with an old Karasuno sweatshirt. Seijuurou slipped it over his head, sighing contentedly as it fit just a little loose. And then the scent hit him.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, drawing the collar up to his nose to breathe in the smell of Daichi’s detergent and just the faintest hint of cologne. He stood and walked as sedately as he could manage back out to the living room. “Okay,” he said, and all three of them looked up at him, Rin grinning and Ai smirking and Daichi blushing. “I get it now. You’re all still menaces, but whatever. I understand.” Ai snorted and Rin laughed and Daichi was still blushing. Seijuurou noted that, but didn’t do anything with it as he moved Rin’s legs out of his way to sit on the couch, draping them back over his lap and settling in for a lazy afternoon in.

#hq #Haikyuu!!#Free!#Samezuka trio #NitoMikoRinDai #Wordly Stuff #Trick or Treat #JT1M #JT1M Ficlets #Captain Fire Balls #Shoujo Princess #My Silver Prince #Papa Crow #lmao I have 13 more of these to write in the next three days and two of those days have full shifts at work thisisfine

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