Was thinking about how nearly every episode of Ultraman Taiga just feels like that one Tumblr post where someone walked into the wrong theater to go see Godzilla and ended up watching a heartfelt romance film waiting in panic for Godzilla to show up except it’s actually real. Not only are these people dealing with heart wrenching issues but now they’ve got to deal with the fucking kaiju of the week too. Homare’s backstory was essentially ripped from a BL drama and then not only did he have to deal with his ex-boyfriend dying in his arms but now everyone has to deal with the kaiju destroying the city. Kirisaki is there also.
Hiroyuki : How long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?
Fuma: I think—
Shio, with heavy bags under her eyes: Seventy hours...
Taiga: How do you know that?
Shio, slurring her words: There's a clown behind Hiro-kun.
{The tri-squad and Hiroyuki turnaround expecting to see nothing but instead they see Kirisaki standing in the rainy street behind them waving and smiling manically before disappearing when a bus drives by.]
Me and and Hanamiya would have been fightin on the court, fuck taking it outside. Cops would have to come, put me in handcuffs, take me to jail and throw away the key. CAUSE AINT NO WAY
live laugh love tregear (just make tregear do whatever the fuck he wants to do tbh)
ah, a brave one. i did end up overthinking this prompt with a bit of perfume research and watching a particular scene in skyfall (the bond movie), but at the end of the day, unsettling hiroyuki is one of his favourite hobbies. while i do refer to him as tregear, he's in his kirisaki form here.
Humans, by all means, should be of trifle bother to Tregear. That had been true, until recently.
Kudo Hiroyuki taints his vision every time he closes his eyes, uttering despicable words of hope and bonds that only madden him more. As it seems, the Tri-Squad, as the ragtag crew of the Son of Taro and their friends had foolishly announced themselves, had chosen to borrow his body for a place to stay and fight Kaiju. Hiroyuki had, as a result, gained the nerve to talk back to opponents far stronger than him. But by bringing a human into such matters, if anything, they'd provided him for the perfect subject to his experiment of sorts. Plus, Hiroyuki having such a pretty face to crack, to fracture with despair, is only the cherry on top.
Hiroyuki's probably — no, definitely — heading home, about to turn left on the bridge that Tregear currently waits on. Those from the Land of Light always have a different aura to them, one he's able to spot from miles away, even in his human form, as he is now. Normally, the pesky Son of Taro follows Hiroyuki around as a duckling would its mother, which renders Hiroyuki’s location starkly tangible. The aura of the Light is instead fuzzy right now, remnants of what an Ultraman could rub off on a human after prolonged exposure. How intriguing, indeed, for the Son of Taro and his buddies to not be present.
He's right two minutes later, as he expected to be. The only thing more satisfying than his accuracy is the steely glint failing to surface amongst the sea of fear in Hiroyuki's black-coffee eyes.
“Tregear…”
“Kudo Hiroyuki. Where are your manners? Should you not be saying hi?”
It takes two seconds to flutter his fingers into a wave. In response, Hiroyuki steps back gingerly with his left foot — he's limping, judging on how quick he is to shift his weight onto said foot as soon as he's done.
“Why are you here?”
The world vanishes from Tregear’s senses for a bit, before coming through to him again, this time from behind Hiroyuki instead of ahead. It’s funny, how consistently humans hate feeling like prey; this one, for instance, stiffens almost immediately upon Tregear’s breath falling onto his back, and more so when Tregear’s hands reach out to grab at his chest. It feels firm when Tregear touches it — he’s kept in good shape, which would make sense given his physically demanding job — and the fabric above is most certainly cotton, albeit of the unsoftened variety.
There’s obviously no need to partake in such prodding. But Hiroyuki’s being careful with his breathing now, seemingly taking shallow ones that hitch after several mental checks of his safety every few seconds, and that has an element of fun to it.
"To see you, of course. It has been a while since I've seen you at this time of night."
Hiroyuki stays stunned while Tregear allows himself to let his hands roam some more, not once putting up a struggle. How responsible; he's apparently kept the policies of his workplace manual in mind — more specifically, in the event of him getting robbed. Flipping through that had been an immense bore, showcasing more examples of humans setting chains of rules over trivial matters. Regardless, he takes his time prodding and pinching the chest muscles, for no one dares to come here late at night.
As with many other circumstances of meeting, Hiroyuki's skin is evidently freshly washed, and Tregear can feel the humidity off of his hair. Usually, however, this would bring some particular flavours human noses seem to be fond of: more specifically, the scents of bergamot, lavender, and a smidge of thyme. The air in between them is devoid of these scents at the moment, instead bestowing him with citron and some musk, in a ratio that's strangely familiar. Just where does he know this from?
A memory of a few months ago — before he'd even met Hiroyuki — surfaces itself. Ah yes. Stony ruins had surrounded him as he'd stepped into the building, examining his handiwork of a being close to death. An easily won battle shortly after, with another being who'd stayed virtually unscathed but angered regardless, had left a sour taste to the sweetness of his chocolate at the time, as had the dust to his nose. There had been guns, if he recollects correctly, along with some part of time where the warmth of the being’s arm radiated onto his.
“Want some?”
“Screw off!”
He’d seen that being again a few times after, but never alone. No, every subsequent time, he was accompanied by Hiroyuki.
Oh, dear. The limp, the scent, the lack of the Tri-Squad on his person today; the implications of such are rather fascinating, indeed, if it’s to follow any kind of human logic.
“Playing with fire, aren’t you? You’re daring to indulge in things you’ve broken."
He disappears, gracing Hiroyuki's vision with himself again while walking towards him, topped off with wide eyes and a raised tone perfectly fabricated to be accusatory.
"Quite intimately, it seems. You never learn.”
“What do you mean?!”
Tregear drops all expressions as he holds his face inches away from Hiroyuki’s. He’s not meaning to do what Hiroyuki would most likely assume is about to happen, no. Instead, he inhales deeply, showily exhaling for emphasis before backing off.
Hiroyuki’s face warps into a multitude of emotions: shock, anger, sadness that brings water to his eyes, along with the undeniable twitches of denial his face tends to make. The timeless conclusion comes through, once more: humans are so easy to lace with guilt.
“I don't think I need to say. You already know, don’t you?”
It’s now that he finally decides to turn his back to Hiroyuki, hands neatly in place behind his back while walking the rest of the length of the bridge, letting the contemptible aura of light fall behind. The despair he’s missing out on must surely be delectable, given the frantic huffs that are audible even from here, but nothing of the exquisite variety that he seeks.
“I’ll be sure to have a fun game set up for you next time, Kudo Hiroyuki.”
there was another stage show with juggler, fukuide and kirisaki, but this time it had ignis acting really cheery around the three of them. either way, it was really fun, but it made me reread the fic you'd written earlier!
...the point being, it's a very good fic. i send juggler my thanks for calling fukuide a size queen. although, i'm only 50% sure on who the noticeably stupid young man kirisaki is trying to corrupt is.
Oh my god, I would love to see Ignis chilling with those three. I bet he'd annoy the shit out of Kei and Kirisaki and then Juggler would spend half the time squinting at him like, "what's your game here," and then start trying to make him into a guided irritation missile to get on Kei's nerves even more. And then they get a hotel room maybe. Anyway, thank you! 💜💜💜 I'm really glad that you enjoy that one! I am very fond of it. ^_^
(It's Taiga. He's a good boy, and he tries hard, but he's not exactly the brightest hammer in the sack, you know?)
A random thought, if the Beyblade Burst peeps were in a Corpse Party style situation, who from that series would they most be like. This contains every blader/non-blader I can think of from Burst, and the Corpse Party variant of a couple of my OCs. It is based on MBTI and Enneagram. Each Corpse Party person is the one that each blader is the closest to (or the same typing as) in these aspects. 44-51 is just based on vibes or something. Some of each verse won't be included.
Kristina Kuroda -> Azusa Takai
Rashad Goodman -> Kuon Niwa
Hidetaro Shinoda -> Yui Shishido
Naru Akabane -> Naomi Nakashima
Kana Akabane -> Yoshie Shinozaki
Ken Midori -> Sachiko Shinozaki
Ichika Kindo -> Mayu Suzumoto
Toko Aoi -> Yuki Kanno
Shasa Guten -> Tokiko Tsuji
Valt Aoi -> Sayaka Ooue
Dante Koryu -> Seiko Shinohara
Laban Vanot -> Satsuki Mizuhara
Bashara Suiro -> Souichiro Shimoda
Shu Kurenai -> Naho Saenoki
Gwyn Reynolds -> Clarkov Furutani (Main OC)
Hanna Suiro -> Shougo Taguchi
Aiger Akabane -> Miku Shirayume
Kyle Hakim -> Kai Shimada
Hoji Konda -> Tohko Kirisaki
Yugo Nansui -> Masato Fukuroi
Lain Valhalla -> Magari Mizuki
Lui Shirosagi -> Nari Amatoya
Boa Alcazaba -> Yoshiki Kishinuma
Taiga Akabane -> Mitsuki Yamamoto
Ange Lopez -> Kensuke Kurosaki
Gabe Brunai -> Nana Ogasawara
Ukyo Ibuki -> Chihaya Yamase
Ben Azuki -> Yoshikazu Yanagihori
Hae-Jin Oh -> Yuka Mochida
Ghasem Madal -> Ryou Yoshizawa
Gumita -> Tsukasa Mikuni
Nika Aoi -> Ran Kobayashi
Akira Yamatoga -> Emi Urabe
Arthur Peregrine -> Misuto Kiriya
Daigo Kurogami -> Ayumi Shinozaki
Phelix Payne -> Hinoe Shinozaki
Naoki Minamo -> Sakutaro Morishige
Phi -> Aiko Niwa
Free de la Hoya -> Kou Kibiki
Delta Zakuro -> Yuuya Kizami
Tango Koryu -> Satoshi Mochida
Quon Limon -> Ryoka Iwami
Fubuki Sumiye -> Mikio Tsubota
Cuza Ackermann -> Tomohiro Ohkawa
Alexander Shakadera -> Yuu Shinohara
Evel Oxford -> Galatea Furutani (Main OC's mum/mentor)
"Tsundere is a Japanese term for a character development process that depicts a character with a personality who is initially very harsh on the outside before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time. "
The most common tsundere characters are Akane Tendo, Chitoge Kirisaki, Taiga Aisaka for example. And they are way different from Koharu.
If you want her to compare to an anime trope, I think she would be close to a kuudere.
A kuudere definition: "A character, usually a girl, who is usually silent and reserved, but opens up to a character she likes."
Another one:
"An anime/manga slang term for a character that is cold, blunt, cynical, and pretty much doesn't care if her beloved dies. That's what she is on the outside but she is actually caring and nice on the inside.
Differs from tsundere since tsundere is when the character frequently runs hot and cold between tsun and dere.The closest english word to kuudere is stoic."
And she was described as stoic in the early leaks!