#n25 fanfics
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i love kanamafu and mizuena what can i say
every time i type/say tye phrase 'what can i say' i hear that one moana song that just goes 'what can i say except ur welcome!' I have problems
anyways here's alittle unfinished ao3 fanfic for the ao3 lovers
Summary:
Enamizuki / Kanamufu soulmate au
Mizuki and Mafuyu are told to be 'soulmates', but they themselves do not believe ot to be so. However, under the law of the universe, those who find a soulmate must be with their soulmate. Mizuki and Mafuyu try to convince themselves that they could fall in love, and almost did manage to delude themselves into thinking so, but in the end, they knew in their hearts that they were destined for another.
Mafuyu found Kanade, and Mizuki found Ena, and they fell in love, and realised that they had each fallen in love. Although their love was not written in the stars, they still did love each other, and found peace within one another.
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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ⋆
fireworks were always brighter when we were together.
Mafuyu did not have a passion.
It wasn’t something she ever cared about. Her mother always preached that passions took time away from one's true goals in life. And it wasn’t like she had many of those either. Mafuyu was vague when she answered; elusive when asked about her plans for the future. "I'm going to medical school," was the mantra she told every peer in a disarmingly innocent way.
In her seventeen years of life, she learned that people feigned their interest, and with a quick, short explanation, she tended to rid them of curiosity.
And what was the point anyway? Her entire existence depended on whether she passed the entrance exams, and then her mother would take care of the rest. There was nothing she found passionate about her studies.
Yes, of course, she was part of the archery club, but it wasn’t because she liked it. A sliver of her conscience knew she joined out of obligation. Her mother was only looking out for her; she wasn’t as strict as her friends thought. Mafuyu was lucky that she was allowed to attend extracurricular activities in the first place, even if they were just a facade to keep her obedient. She was not that naive.
No. Mafuyu hated archery. She didn’t go to the club because of ambition. She only needed it to meet educated peers and create connections who enriched her culturally and challenged her academic prowess.
People who were completely opposite to Kanade.
Mafuyu didn’t tend to admit it, but Kanade was the only reason she went through with life. Her mind still remembered the flames that blazed through her chest when she heard one of her songs for the first time. It was one of the few times she believed someone finally understood her, and that's why she found the courage to compose a song with the same effect as Kanade's. She tried to replicate it with OWN; that fiery feeling that made her understand that she was not the only one who suffered and that there were more people like her.
But Mafuyu learned it was impossible to achieve it by herself.
After she told Niigo she found her true feelings, long after she said in SEKAI that her greatest wish was to disappear, they all reacted carefully, walking on eggshells in case they said the wrong thing around her. However, Mafuyu had been so close to happiness and closure that she didn’t care about anything else except her friends. She still remembered how Mizuki smiled when harmonizing the song created from Mafuyu's emotions, the way Ena tried to mask her tears by wearing a vexed front, and Kanade—
Kanade’s pale hand reached out to hold hers, a small gesture that didn’t go unnoticed amidst the music, and gifted her a smile that made something coil inside her lungs, something that grew even more intensely than when she was with the group. A feather-light touch, fingers curling hesitantly around hers, "You are not alone anymore, Mafuyu."
Those words brought her to an emotion resembling relief, her eyes stinging with the dawn of tears; she had to grip that hand to stay upright. Mafuyu blinked at their entwined fingers, then peered into her friend’s hyacinth eyes, dumbfounded. Her heart always fluttered when she remembered how Kanade ceased her smiling to stare at her with a furrowed brow.
Mafuyu's mind had gone curiously blank that day, but she needed to see that smile again. It was a scorching sensation, a needy ache that expanded along with the need to hoard that heat-like water that might slip through her fingers. Somehow, she replied, "No, we're not," and in that moment—that one, single second; it was true.
She never did stop replaying that scene in her mind like a worn-out videotape, the desire to keep the warmth emanating from Kanade burning.
In retrospect, that had probably been the beginning. And the end.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Even if Mafuyu’s recollection of events remained fuzzy most of the time, a part of her acknowledged that she used to smile before.
By day, she pushed those thoughts away. She did her homework; and attended cram school. They would consume her later; for now, she needed to focus. Some memories had been crucial to getting to the point she was at then, and they were the only ones that had not yet turned into nightmares.
But at night, when she dreamed of smiling, she woke up with the cloying stench of amaranth, a stinging, suffocating ghost pain of thorn-filled vines around her windpipe, and the pungent taste of roses on the tip of her tongue. And yet, she decided to fall asleep again, if only to keep that odd feeling they gave her alive.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Mafuyu and Kanade became friends before they met in SEKAI. They had known each other for a long time, speaking on Nightcord at midnight sharp. Or rather, listening to Ena and Mizuki argue for most of the evening. It was annoying at times, wanting to work on new songs but threading around the possibility that they would end up talking about mundane, everyday things that frankly left Mafuyu with the desire to rip every concord strand out of her scalp and toss them inside the trash.
Her seat creaked from under her, and she still didn't say a word.
Mafuyu had a tough time understanding why people willingly decided to waste time instead of getting to work. Miku said that's what friends are for, and while she did enjoy spending time with the other members of Niigo, Kanade's demo still wasn't done after a week, and that was enough time to spare, especially with her practice exams so close by.
"Shut up, Akito!" a door slammed shut, almost cutting off the call, and an unknown voice groaned from Ena's screen. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm the better cook!"
"I don't know, Enanan," Mizuki added with a hint of hesitation in their voice, "Your brother makes delicious pancakes… way softer than yours." A groan, "You shut your mouth, Amia! As far as I know, you weren't invited to this conversation!"
"Well, it's hard not to when you're yelling two feet from the screen…."
If Mafuyu had a brother, she would have agreed with him and moved on. Why waste her breath with a meaningless discussion? It wouldn't be the end of the world if she lost the argument over something that meant nothing. But Ena wasn't the same as her; Ena was defiant, and it was evident that she didn't like to lose, much less when it came to Akito and Mizuki. Today was one of those days where Ena refused to keep her mouth shut, of course, and she wouldn't let it go that easily.
Mafuyu envied that about her. Even though dealing with Ena was a pain the majority of the time, and most days, she had to find many ways not to offend her, just to avoid awakening the monster, she thought it was an admirable quality to have. Her passion and her pride knew no bounds.
And well, the more she listened to Ena, the more she tensed up. It was ridiculous to take notice of the different emotions she was capable of hoarding inside. Mom, Ena, and Mizuki made her feel things, even though none were the same.
"Honami…"
Kanade's voice sailed through her bedroom, relaxing her body completely, and the sensation was so strange that she had to shut her eyes and take a deep breath before saying anything.
The silent anger that ate through her body had completely dissipated, and she didn't have the strength to continue trembling. She found it curious how Kanade was the only one who could make her snap. When it came to Kanade, the emotions from Ena, Mizuki, and Mom were amplified to extreme levels. It was like she could make her experience all of them at once.
Mafuyu smiled to herself, bright and beatific. It was something she usually did at school not to look disinterested. Ena often commented on how creepy her face got when she did this. She said it showed her straightforwardness, lack of tact, and bluntness when asked for feedback. She didn't usually give much thought to it until they started working together. To call her straightforward was not a bad thing, per se, but Ena and Mizuki tended to differ. Plus, there was no reason to make such a face now. No one was judging her from behind the screen.
But she still did it, only for Kanade to hear her grin.
"Did you say something, Kanade?"
"Oh, it's," she trailed off, awe filling her voice, "I was thinking."
There was silence for a minute. Even Ena and Mizuki fell silent upon hearing Kanade. And knowing them, both probably felt guilty for arguing.
"Honami makes the best pancakes."
The way she mumbled, soft and barely breathing, made it sound almost inaudible; in a little girl's way, whispering about a crush in her class.
Mafuyu whipped her head towards the chat with wide eyes. A prickle crawled up her spine, and she swallowed nervously. Her heart skyrocketed, a feeling unlike anything she could name. It was much more gut-wrenching, something that made Mafuyu want to curl up into a ball and clamp her hands over her ears. Squeeze her eyes shut to block out the world. It was awful, vile, horrible. It was beyond her comprehension.
"You're always thinking about Mochizuki," Ena griped, chortling. "You really care about her, hm?"
"Yeah, with how much you talk about her, it sounds like you've been married for twenty years!"
"Married…?"
For some reason, Kanade's question nearly forced her to crush the computer mouse with her bare hands. It was strange whenever that happened. Mafuyu wasn't one to sense things; it wasn't worth it. But still, her chest tightened. Just the thought of Kanade getting married to someone who wasn’t her…
Why did it make her so miserable?
"That sounds nice."
Somewhere far, far below the surface, Mafuyu could feel something within herself shut down. She could almost hear it: an earthen, heavy thud, like a cellar door shutting, enclosing something horrible deep inside the soil and stone. In the distance, Kanade's words echoed and reverberated. “That sounds nice.” Over and over, until they became nothing more than a jumble of noise.
It was almost enough to make Mafuyu sick.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
There used to be a time when her mother’s presence was comforting:
Mafuyu lay in her bed limp, pale, and nauseous. Her mouth remained shut—taut as if it would tear apart at the slightest cough. A cold tremor ran through her body, and she had to hide in the fleece blanket to find some warmth somewhere inside. "M-mommy…"
Each word coming out of her rattled like wind running through an abandoned house; from each exhalation came a breathless sigh, like a puff of breath in the winter sky. Her eyes seldom came into focus, and her mother became a mere shadow looming over her.
"You're burning up, Mafuyu! Let's get you into some new pajamas, okay?"
Watching her mother mess up her room that day filled Mafuyu with guilt; sin. She was sick but still didn't want to see her mother upset. The worried lines on her face told her everything she needed to know, and she couldn't help but feel grief for her mother.
"I'm sorry for today," she mumbled aloud, then coughed. "I know you're busy with your neighborhood association, but because of me…."
"Hehe, what are you saying? It's not your fault you caught a cold, Mafuyu!"
Her mother ducked her head, and her lips curved gently upward, but it was far too short to be a smile. "You need to rest up after you change clothes, okay?" She murmured, "So you can show me your beautiful grin again."
Beautiful grin... when was that? The only thing she wanted when dreaming of these moments was to keep the flame alive, to have some semblance of emotion. Mafuyu couldn't be bothered to remember when things used to be good.
"Okay…"
Why was it so demanding to reflect on her past?
"By the way, we've got some apples from the neighbor. I heard they are perfect for treating a cold! How would you like to eat them?"
"…Bunnies. I want them peeled into bunny shapes."
"Mafuyu really likes bunnies, huh?"
Did she like them? Maybe she used to have some blight regarding bunnies. Her memory was vague, but she knew about the blush-colored plush she used to drag all over the city. Bonbon, she thought. That thing mysteriously vanished after its rosy cheeks grew hoary; though remembering exactly what animal it was became an uphill battle.
"Please wait a moment while I cut them," she said, her voice soft and far away. She swallowed, used her soft hands to cut the slices into little bunnies, and looked off into some unfathomable distance. Her fingers moved with dexterity, shaping the pieces precisely.
However, Mafuyu noticed her mother forgot to shape one of the rabbit's ears. Her caregiver never made mistakes, so Mafuyu had chalked it up to her fever at the time. "Yes, it's done."
Apples were a pretty color; Cadmium over her organic chemistry homework–Her teacher marked that paper a 100 with the same shade–even if they had no taste now. But her childhood self didn't need to know that yet.
"Thank you."
"Can you eat them properly? I'm worried they are still too hard…"
"...a little…"
"It can't be helped after all, hehe," Mom gently closed her fingers around the steel spoon, then reached up, brushed a lock of hair out of her face, and pressed her frigid palm to her cheek.
"Open up, Mafuyu! Say ahh!"
Mafuyu felt so… adored that day. She used to giggle when her mother gently untangled messy strands. Before, her hands used to be warm, but now, whenever her mother helped Mafuyu tie her ponytail, she couldn't stop the overwhelming cold that seized her body when her fingers scratched her from spreading completely. Maybe one of these days she’d wake up to the smell of pancakes and a kiss on the forehead.
"It's delicious… thank you, Mom."
Mafuyu could only dream.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
"Asahina?"
Mafuyu blinked once. Twice.
She sat on a wooden bench under the shaded area of the archery club. Shizuku Hinomori, her companion for the afternoon, fixed her school skirt and shifted a little closer to Mafuyu. Every movement of hers was lovely, and Mafuyu had a nagging sensation that any other person would have reacted differently when faced with the model this closely.
"Are you okay?" Mafuyu almost jumped when she felt a wintry hand resting on her forehead. The other didn't seem to notice—or overlooked her reaction.
"It doesn't feel like you have a fever..."
She sputtered and moved her head surreptitiously out of Hinomori's reach. Her bento was still condensing, even from atop her uniform. Mafuyu was sure she resembled a statue, wide-eyed and slowly feeling the water from under her bowl trickle down her legs. Luckily she was very good at making excuses, and it didn't take long for her to come up with one that was somewhat credible to her friend.
"I'm okay, Hinomori. I was just moving the bangs out of my eyes."
"You look sad."
Her classmate had always been a total mystery to her; she did and said nonsensical things without the slightest concern for her reputation.
Yet, she admitted that Hinomori could be quite observant within her airheaded personality. Anyone who only painted her as the beautiful, dumb member of MMJ clearly never bothered to spend more than a second with her. It was evident she possessed an emotional intelligence that not everyone recognized.
Sometimes, Mafuyu discerned their souls were similar in nature, and reality always showed itself when Hinomori was in the archery club. Her face became serious, focused. An air of relaxation arose solely when one's posture was straight, focusing on nothing, just the stretching of the drawstring and the target before the eyes.
That tended to be the only thing that fascinated Mafuyu about Miyamasuzaka: the number of people and different personalities that made them what they were. And yes, Hinomori was right; she was upset, or at least there was a similar feeling clumping inside her, one that made her want to scream until her throat ached under the stress of her vocal cords. The only emotion Mafuyu identified was and always would be, envy.
"But I will not pry if that's your wish."
"…I think that's for the best."
Hinomori had always been a respected idol. And any idol knew their fans like they were an extension of themselves. So Mafuyu loved sitting with her, only because Hinomori treated her like what she truly was: a simple and ordinary individual. Save for her endeavors, Hinomori was her friend, and Mafuyu noticed the relief that emanated from those spearmint irises every time she treated her classmate like a person. It was the least she could do for her.
"Thank you for having lunch with me, Asahina; I asked Shii if she wanted to join us too, but she's eating with Mochizuki today."
Splinters pinched Mafuyu with every breath she took. They dug into her skin, prying, pulsing. The bench was still moist, and the damp oak made her shiver in place. She tried to mask her disgust but she was exhausted and numb; her body felt like it was not her own. Mafuyu gasped for air, choking on nothing.
It didn't matter.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Kanade settled Mafuyu's soul.
There was no other way to describe it. Kanade was calm, even-tempered, and unflappable. Her mother would call her detached and see through her like she wasn't quite there. But Mafuyu knew better. Kanade was like her namesake: music delicately floating around at night, soothing her soul. If someone met Kanade and wasn't immediately drawn in by her magnetic aura–something was wrong with that person.
"Don't leave me." It was a low-voiced confession. One that made Mafuyu break out in hives. Her forehead creased, and she fisted her hands in the fabric of her cotton skirt, then peered at Kanade from under her bangs. "Please."
Kanade scratched her cheek, burning a hole in the pillow beside Mafuyu's head. She was still wearing her shoes, even though Mafuyu had shed them long ago, as it was common courtesy to take them off before entering someone's house. Kanade probably tucked her in bed immediately after carrying her to the house before anything else, and that thought was so lovely; so Kanade, that she couldn't find the strength to chastise the composer for her ill manners.
"I see. It's alright," Kanade said at last, "I'll always be here with you. Hold my hand. You're not alone."
There it was again. "You are not alone." She sneaked a glance at Kanade. There was a softness to her expression now, a hint of hope. The glint in those azure eyes made Mafuyu's chest feel bizarre.
She swallowed the fluttering sensation as it traveled down to her stomach. "No," she responded cautiously. "We’re not."
Kanade's answering smile was quiet and subtle, easy to miss. Mafuyu didn't miss it.
The fluttering in her stomach grew louder as if she'd swallowed a dozen butterflies or a hundred flower petals, and she had a sudden burst of uncharacteristic courage.
"Your hand is warm."
She squeezed Kanade's hand with a bravery that stunned even her. They intertwined their fingers, and Mafuyu stared at Kanade with an intensity beyond any words she could think of to say. Kanade blinked at their coiled digits, but instead of turning away or shaking off Mafuyu, she simply looked up again.
"Yours is too."
That night, she dreamed of her mother, feeding her apples and caring for her sick body. When she woke up, with Kanade snoring quietly beside her, she felt her cheek uncharacteristically wet.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
“What do you want to do, Mafuyu?”
“Don’t make a decision you will regret later, okay?”
…she wouldn't make it in time for her curfew anyway.
“Now that I’m here after all… I’ll watch a little of the night show and then go home.”
Mafuyu was disobeying her mother. She missed her mock test, and now she was skipping curfew. But even so…
Kanade’s hand was cold compared to hers. Yet it wasn't a deadly frigid; it didn't give her chills or shape her face with fear. No, it was… comforting, somehow. She didn't know why Kanade stirred her insides. Why…?
It was a type of heat that didn't bother her. She always experienced it when she spent time with Kanade. It was pleasing on her chest. Why did that happen?
“All right! Then we have to hurry up! We must go fast, or we’ll have to watch from afar!”
This strange emotion with Kanade, along with her friends. It relieved her. But then… what was the difference between Kanade and Mom? Why were her mother's hands bleak? And Kanade’s weren’t? Why was it that when she was with her mother emptiness consumed her? It was painful. She had barbs all over her muscles, and there was a rope suffocating her neck. It was better not to think about it now.
“Hey, Mafuyu?” Kanade grasped her hand tighter, “Do you still feel cold?”
“No,” Mafuyu blurted, “I think it must be because… I’m here with you. With everyone.”
A chuckle, “I also feel warm when I’m with everyone.”
Hearing Kanade utter that phrase awakened something… unexpected. Time became vague and disconnected. The rides seemed to warp and distend, undulating in mind-boggling fractals; the sun dipped below the horizon, the rays of light transforming the long shadows around the trees into dark, spindly, spidery legs that threatened to crawl over her and drag her into oblivion.
The realization that Kanade saw her in a separate light than she did was stifling.
After Kanade let go of her hand; after the big bulb in the sky lowered, and she rushed to the bathroom the moment dusk appeared, bright cyan, golden, and endless fireworks; inside the music and the actors, Mafuyu disappeared into the crowd and struggled to breathe. She was drowning; she coughed, once, twice—
And a single petal emerged from between her lips.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Despite the toxic concoction of negative emotions accumulating inside Mafuyu's ribcage, her room remained neat and tidy. Her mother hated messes, so she made sure not to move too many things before she cleaned up after herself every day.
Her desk was organized, with a cup for pens and another for pencils, a box in a drawer where her extra papers were kept, a specific shelf for her school books, and a calendar to write down homework and exams. The bookshelves were devoted mainly to her notebooks, and she maintained a carefully organized system, all of her biology journals neatly arranged alphabetically and by topic.
Only one thing violated this carefully maintained order: an empty aquarium.
It didn't live on her desk but on an ebony table next to her nightstand. There was nothing extraordinary about it; the glass was pristine, so clean that she could catch her reflection. Not even fish swam in the space; it just housed a couple of seagrasses and some doleful algae that swayed from side to side in the same rhythm as her breath, sometimes releasing oxygen bubbles that slowly rose to the surface to pop before fleeing the water.
Mafuyu had no reason to have that aquarium in her room. Other families would place it in the living room and overfill it with colorful and showy animals. No, she didn't have any; but she didn't need them.
Her real hobby was, in fact, only staring at the aquarium.
She liked to contemplate her life while she watched it. Or even empty her mind to think of nothing. Those were her favorite sessions. She only peered into her reflection's eyes; the longer it stood before her, the blurrier it became. There came a time when she felt herself become transparent, slowly disappearing from the face of the earth. She could forget about her problems for a brief moment, and not feel any emotion. Only disappear.
But even if those used to be her feelings before she created SEKAI, she could never let them resurface. Not when Kanade always promised to compose a song that would save Mafuyu from her misery one day. And she would wait for Kanade, as long as she needed. Mafuyu would continue to exist until Kanade fulfilled her promise.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
The sound of fireworks and muffled voices snapped Mafuyu back to reality. She looked around her in a weary rush, but she calmed down once she regained her memory.
She was in Kanade's house, at the request of Mizuki, who suggested time and time again she flee her home. And they were right, although she found it hard to admit it. Her mother kept getting worse and worse with each passing day, so Kanade offered her room like always with the excuse of watching a movie. And so she allowed herself to sleep, her arms around another person and her head resting on a thick mound of pillows.
With much effort, she sat up to look at Kanade, who was staring at the computer.
“Everything would be better if I just disappeared…”
"Kanade?"
The other paused the movie almost at the hour mark, already nearing its end. Listening to her voice, Kanade rearranged herself to snuggle up against Mafuyu. Her eyes were narrowed and glued to the screen, her face painted with a soft smile. Slowly, her hyacinth irises shifted to the side to catch Mafuyu's gaze. She turned her head almost weakly as if she had fallen asleep for a while.
“You’re awake.”
“I’m sorry for falling asleep,” Mafuyu muttered calmly, with a bit of guilt in her tone.
“Don’t be sorry. You need to rest,” Kanade mumbled, and Mafuyu blinked owlishly at her. “You deserve it.”
“Can you hold my hand?” is what she would have asked Kanade if it weren’t for the ever-increasing pain building up in her chest. Instead, she craned her neck to peer at the laptop, squinting.
She forgot to mention it, but Mafuyu had already seen this movie more times than she could ever count. And a part of her perceived that Kanade knew it too.
Mafuyu wasn't one to cry for nonsensical reasons, but she couldn't help but do it every time the leading girl came on the scene. Memories of that time at the classic doll show came to her again. How she panicked when that shattered one lay forgotten in the bathroom. The tightness was the same.
No matter how many times she tried–when Kanade's hand was on hers–she couldn’t find a reason to cry.
“Shoko!”
Mafuyu had nightmares about computer screens and deafening fireworks.
When she woke up, there was an empty feeling in her chest, as if something was missing, or rather, something was stolen from her. Even before her eyes snapped open, she was leaning over the edge of her bed, all her insides clenching at once. She opened her mouth and expelled a stream of bloody flower petals to the ground, slashing her lips violently. Her fingers trembled, digging into the sheets, and the petals coming out of her mouth were black, and very dark, barely more than shadows in the dead of night; she wanted to scream, but her mouth was full of flowers and she couldn't speak, I can’t breathe, I can't—
She’d never seen such a beautiful bouquet of black lilies before.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Cackling, Mizuki nearly toppled over at the outraged face Ena gave Mafuyu. The artist pointed at her with a wooden pencil, her open sketchbook between her knees. Even the unfinished drawing had "Absurd!" written all over the face—like it usually did on those nights when the four met at SEKAI for their MV sessions.
"You—are you serious? You really don't know what Tanabata is?!"
Mafuyu peeked at Kanade, who cringed into her neck at her expectant gaze and tried to explain. "It's," she mumbled uncertainly, playing with her fingers, "a festival… we're talking about the festival, right?"
Then Mizuki laughed even harder, delighted to see Ena's exasperated face.
Mafuyu raised an eyebrow. What was so important about Tanabata? Perhaps Mafuyu regarded the festival once, on some distant occasion, but she struggled to rouse it now. Was it that interesting to the others that she hadn't heard of such a celebration before?
"I don't know what Tanabata is either," Miku declared, and Mafuyu was silently grateful for the acknowledging nod the other gave her. "Could you explain it to me?"
"I guess," Ena whined, a little too annoyed. She tapped the tip of the pencil on her chin. "It is a festival that occurs on the seventh day of the seventh month. Supposedly, it is the only day of the year that the two lovers, Orihime and Hikoboshi, can meet."
Miku shifted and moved closer to Ena, squashing her dress with interest. Seeing this, Ena pressed her lips together, something she usually did when she felt regretful. "It's a pretty known festival; almost everyone in Japan celebrates it." She didn't look at them; instead, her head dipped as she dropped her pencil. "That's why it shocked me to hear you didn't know about it, Mafuyu. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to make fun of you."
"It's fine. I was interested to hear more about this day regardless."
After all, Hinomori invited her to celebrate the day with all her friends. She wanted to know what the festival was about before going, and she couldn't deny that Ena's little explanation inundated her with genuine intrigue. Why was she so interested in the story of the two lovers?
Mizuki cleared her throat, clearly pleased by the question she posed. "Allow me to tell you. The story of the legend of Tanabata."
As Ena groaned this time, Kanade chuckled, brushing against Mafuyu's shoulder. She froze, feeling something akin to flowers bristle in her chest.
"The story goes like this:"
Princess Orihime, the seamstress, wove beautiful clothes by the heavenly river, the Milky Way. Because Orihime worked so hard making beautiful clothes, she became sad and desperate to find love. Her father, a god of the heavens, loved her very much and arranged for her to meet Hikoboshi, the cowherd who lived on the other side of the Milky Way. The two fell in love instantly and got married. Their passion and devotion were so deep that Orihime stopped weaving, and Hikoboshi allowed his cows to wander the skies.
Angry, Orihime's father forbade the lovers to be together, but Orihime begged him to let them stay. He loved his daughter, so he decreed that the star-crossed lovers could meet once a year on the 7th day of the 7th month if Orihime wove again.
"That's not the entire story," Ena grumbled and shot a glare at Mizuki. "It’s said that the first day they were to meet, they found the river too difficult to cross. Orihime got so discouraged that a flock of magpies came and made a bridge for her. It is said that if it rained on Tanabata, the magpies would not come, and the two lovers would have to wait another year to meet. That's why Japan always wishes for good weather on Tanabata."
"And that's why we write our desires on paper and hang them on trees," Kanade added, clearly amused despite herself. "It's good fortune if the lovers do get to meet, and who knows… your wishes might come true."
“I’m gonna wish Morishita finally leaves a comment on one of my art pieces,” Ena declared with a surprisingly genuine haughtiness. Mafuyu had heard of this Morishita at her school; she was a pretty popular mangaka. She couldn't care less about her at all, and the fact that it was Ena who wished for something as mundane as that surprised her even less.
"Don't be ridiculous, Enanan," Mizuki barked beside her.
“Why wish for that? I would ask for something bigger, like… oh, you know! A closet that can hold all the clothes in the world!”
"That's impossible, Mizuki."
"Not if you wish for it!"
It amused Mafuyu to see her friends argue sometimes. She found it curious how they had different ideas regarding their artistic creativity. Mizuki was more hyperactive in person, while Ena contrasted with her ill temperament. However, when it was time to work, she found that Mizuki took the job more seriously, while the artist eased up the process because she had more freedom.
It was the same with wishes. On New Year, they seemed to take things seriously, but now they didn't want to. Was it because they wanted to mess with Miku? Or was there another reason?
"I wish we could all go to the festival and spend the night with the rest of our friends."
Kanade was always honest no matter who she was with. She appreciated that about her, and it was one of the reasons she liked her so much.
“I… wish for that too,” Miku added, closing her eyes. "If you could, I want all of you to bring the festival’s happiness to SEKAI."
Mafuyu wanted the same. She also sought fulfillment of Miku's wish. And if she could bring a smile to SEKAI as a gift, she would do it for her, and for everyone else who lingered here. It was the least they could do for Miku and the others.
She unconsciously smiled, and the look Kanade threw her was warm, but it was as if she was looking right through her. So she excused herself and fled the scene, wandering around SEKAI like her stomach was about to explode.
It was probably the reason the flowers in her throat finally broke free.
Mafuyu stared at them, wide-eyed and frozen, her mind spinning helplessly. There were at least a dozen buds, small and imperfectly formed, the flowers box-shaped, and their wing-like petals wrinkled and collapsed. They were surrounded by countless loose petals, each smaller than her thumb, their bright pearl hue marred only by the dark magenta at their base, as if smeared with blood.
“Japanese Camellia,” Miku provided. “Best kept as a houseplant; they thrive in partial shade with plenty of protection from the bright afternoon sun. In the language of flowers, it means unrequited love.”
Unrequited love. Love. She was in love with Kanade.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Drizzle some water on the wound… Dab with a cloth…
The girl's small sobs ceased when Mafuyu removed her hand from her knees. Her medical instincts had kicked in when she saw that child crying alone by the fountain.
It touched her to help others. That could only be achieved with treatment, and bringing out a smile in others after they were cared for, became something inexplicably restorative.
That's why she always pretended to be fine at school. Just because she cared little about her own life didn't mean that helping others ceased to fill the void in her chest, even if it was only for a second. After all, she had always been the perfect little Mafuyu.
"Thank you, big sister!"
"Remember to be more careful next time, okay?"
“Mafuyu…?!” Ena had a hand over her mouth, mirroring the rest of her friends. “You're smiling…”
Her fingers caressed the corners of her mouth gently. “I'm… doing that?”
She couldn't control the laughter that came out of her, especially when she felt Ena's arms go around her torso, and Kanade's hand, always her hand, held tightly against hers. That was where it was meant to be.
Mafuyu was born to be with everyone. Together. Despite her eventual demise at the hands of her incurable illness; a fitting death for a girl who had never made a single decision in her life.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Mafuyu wanted to be a nurse. She loved helping people since she was little, and she strove to take care of her elementary classmates whenever possible. Unfortunately, her mother disagreed with her practices when she discovered this. "It's for uneducated girls," she used to tell her. "Why be a nurse when you can be a doctor? Doctors earn more money."
And she came to believe her mother, for a while. There was no other way out, anyway, and she wouldn’t find it.
Because in Mafuyu's life, choices were nonexistent. Mom would always be there to decide for her.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
"You should tell Kanade," Ena pleaded with her. "I don't think she's going to abandon you-"
"You don’t know that. And you know I can't do that." She left a few words unsaid, which she had already argued her point with days ago.
Making Kanade feel responsible for cutting what little time they already had left together? She couldn’t do that. Not a chance. She wouldn’t allow Kanade to feel guilty after her death. Mafuyu had already made peace with her circumstances.
“But if you'd just try…” she begged.
"No." Her defiant tone made Ena stop.
It was obvious Kanade wasn't in love with her. Not when there was Honami, who took care of her as no one would ever take care of Mafuyu. Not when Mafuyu had been arid, and spoke without a filter to everyone but Kanade. Never when Mafuyu pretended to be kind to everyone, while Honami remained naturally thoughtful, without having to lie to be liked by anyone.
Kanade never realized the ugly green emotions that washed over Mafuyu every time she mentioned Honami on Nightcord until her chest tightened with shame that she excused herself to cough it all up. She never took notice of her, even when Mafuyu's napkin was stained with vermillion flecks; shamelessly hidden in her pocket and tossed into the void of her SEKAI.
Maybe Mafuyu wouldn't be special to Kanade in the way she wanted, but she was fine with that.
That was alright because at least she meant enough for Kanade to look at her like that in the first place. It became a gift, one she was never going to take for granted.
Ena's fingers floated delicately over the coarse fabric of her canvas, incoherently fused with pastels. On another day, she would have told Ena that the colors made the painting look dirty and that the shape of the petals was uneven compared to the tree trunk. The mixture of pine, fig, and ivory seemed identical to the mess she'd vomited up that morning, except the one on her bedroom floor had also been speckled with red.
She sighed and then looked at Ena. It appeared as she blinked back tears when Mafuyu smiled warmly at her.
Mafuyu pointed to the messy pastels on the floor, “Do you think Kanade would like this color or the other one better?”
They became locked in a silent battle, until eventually, Ena relented and pointed to a different one to the far right with her pencil. "Wysteria." She mulled it over for a second. “It matches your hair. She would like that."
Her chest felt lighter than it had all week hearing that. "One could only hope."
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Mafuyu's dreams used to be filled with endless fireworks.
Then, they became tainted with something too vile and terrible to name or even look at. They reached for her in the dark, with vines coiling around her throat and working their way into her mouth, pushing down into her throat, her lungs, and her heart, and it would kill her. Destroy her.
Still, if she had to die, then she'd have chosen to die for Kanade.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
SEKAI turned out to be empty today.
Mafuyu was kneeling before the cyclamen she just hurled a few seconds ago. She didn't have enough strength to stand in front of the flower, so her knees buckled until she ended up making eye contact with her reflection. It was an act of supplication; an act of mercy. Somehow, she cleared a space for the long cyclamen and set the bud on the ground, positioning it so that her bloodied flowers faced away from it. She didn't want to taint it; it didn't matter if she created all of them as a product of her disease.
And it didn't surprise her then when she coughed and choked; when she spat a mouthful of stringy scarlet petals into the palm of her hand.
She stared at her petals, so bright, so lovely. Spider lilies, she thought, and her heart contracted in her chest. She wanted to crush these petals in her fist, squeeze them tight, and hold them close to her; she wanted to cast them aside and let the void take them.
"You should tell her."
Kaito appeared before her as if he had been summoned. Mafuyu sighed through her nose.
She’d heard that phrase before, from Ena and Miku. She wasn't in the mood to deal with Kaito as well and plummeted to the ground with the feeling of Kaito's hand on her back. Mafuyu reeled from the emptiness of her SEKAI and rolled towards him. His face was drawn with a solemn line, which Mafuyu already expected to see, though, surprisingly, he said nothing more. She blinked slowly at him, an insult on her lips, but he raised a hand to her, sternly telling her to stop.
"Don't talk," he commanded, and his voice was so convincing that she acted as such. She wanted to speak. Oh, how she longed to say something. She needed to tell him how much she cared about Kanade. How much she loved her, and how important she was to her. But she couldn't. As always, Kaito was right.
All alone, I remembered laughing with you,
For some reason, my emotions just kept on making noise.
Was it fine like this? Where did I make a mistake?
This heat in my chest won’t subside, why?
“…Kanade…”
For some reason, I’ve grown lonely,
As my heart has withered, and nothing has flavor,
Inside of the days I’ve grown used to, I wonder if tomorrow will be like this too…
Tears did not stop rolling down her cheeks, her chest rising and falling to the tick of his song. She couldn't stop thinking about Kanade, about the music that made Mafuyu cry and laugh. The music that made her fall in love. She was grateful that this was her SEKAI. She didn't need to say anything and Kaito would already know what she was thinking.
“…Take care of this flower… Take care of it as if it were…”
She sobbed, silently, into Kaito's chest. He rubbed his hand up and down her back with gentleness, and she could feel the stutter of pain from her breath every time she took a particularly strong breath, which meant her hyperventilated cry was nowhere near coming to an end. What they said at school was true–when one was closer to death, one felt the most alive.
Loving Kanade would never be a regret in her life. She gave her everything she ever wanted; and more than she needed. Perhaps there would never be a song to save Mafuyu. But really, she’d rather die than live a life without discovering the feeling that loving Kanade gave her. She was calm now, she was convinced of it. But she was also human and intensely mortal.
Humans were inherently selfish, she knew that, and regrets were always rooted in them. She only wished, in the next life or the afterlife, that Kanade would have half as much love for her as the flowers that grew and twined around her heart.
“Keep visiting,” Kaito told her. His voice was dry against the wetness of her tears. “Keep visiting until every flower consumes you, Mafuyu. Then you can go."
Mafuyu nodded mutely against his chest.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
In Mafuyu's entire life, she never had a choice.
But for the first time, she was finally doing the right thing. It didn't matter how many times she suffered, how many carnations, hyacinths and thorns ate away at her insides. No matter how many memories were wiped clean from her subconscious; if she were deaf, blind, or mute; she would always fall in love with Kanade, in this life and the next.
And yet, she could have lived through a thousand lifetimes and still not deserve Kanade in any of those.
Mafuyu drew her bow. It was mid-spring, perhaps. It was neither hot nor cold, and the wind blew calm as afternoon fell and the rays struggled to reach them. Hinomori had once mentioned that she liked to sit facing the school doors because the sun would catch her and bathe her back with warmth for a certain hour, which was a revitalizing sensation. Mafuyu couldn't match that. When the sun touched her, she felt she could collapse at any moment, that the light would pierce her skin and turn her to dust.
The sun was not revitalizing to her at all; it was agonizing, more like. It was searing heat, a fever that boiled her insides but never finished killing her, flooding her body in a suffocating anxiety that made her throat knot. Because if life inevitably culminated in death, then what was the point of making her wait?
There, being a part of Kanade's identity without leaving a significant dent in her life, she figured she was in a similar situation. No matter how much she wanted, Kanade only had eyes for Mochizuki. And how could she blame her?
Mochizuki was the only reason Kanade was still alive.
And Kanade was the only reason Mafuyu was alive. She never felt something with such intensity before, something that made her suffer as much as Hanahaki. And the simple fact that Mafuyu was carrying those feelings for Kanade meant that she had already been saved. If she could keep that pain alive, that was already a reason to stay until the day of her last breath.
"Your ponytail is lopsided today, Asahina."
Mafuyu released the arrow, listening to the string twang thanks to the force.
She was willing to keep these flowers alive for Kanade. Her love was worth dying for. This would be her first and last choice.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Mafuyu spent the Tanabata Eve like most people would: hanging empty paper on trees and gallivanting around with her friends.
Unlike most people who would go down to the river during festivals to set off fireworks or spend the night praying at a shrine, Mizuki and Akito suggested that they go down to Shibuya Station instead, where no one but them would be around. So now, laughter echoed around them, and the people strolling by judged them, puzzled, but they didn’t care.
“Miss… Asahina?”
Mafuyu averted her gaze from Kamishiro’s explosive cherry bombs and instead fixed on the delicate voice. She nearly choked on her saliva when she rested her eyes on Mochizuki, who smiled at her with pure, unbridled innocence. So much so that Mafuyu felt almost guilty for all the nauseating things she thought about her.
The youngest fiddled with a pen in her hands, surely looking for a way to offer it to Mafuyu. “We are writing our wishes… do- do you want to come?”
She had no idea how the paper ended up in her hands. The only thing she recalled was the black ink staining her sleeve and the way Mochizuki was looking at her with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Because, of course, what kind of person doesn't smile in the middle of a festival? It was the first year she finally knew what to wish for, and it was time for her to put it into words, once and for all.
…Except she decided to ask Mochizuki what her wish was instead.
"My wish?" She seemed taken aback by the question, but Mochizuki being Mochizuki, she kindly answered. Without any shame in sight.
“My wish is that we can all spend another year together. My friends,” silver eyes turned to one of her classmates, Hinomori's sister, if Mafuyu remembered correctly. “And your friends,” this time, she made eye contact with Mafuyu, and her grin was so wide that she could see her perfectly straight teeth. White like Kanade's hair.
Kanade’s reflection dwelled in Mochizuki's pupils.
“I want us to be happy. All of us, together.”
Mafuyu’s eyelids fluttered shut upon hearing that, a small tingle tickling her lips. She needed that too. She wished to spend another year with her friends. Although that was impossible because unfortunately, this disease would kill her eventually.
Mochizuki's wish could not come true. Mafuyu was sure she wouldn't last another year, and no matter how much she wanted it to be possible, she was going to die.
Fingers clenched around her paper now. Her hands were shaking, bunched up in her kimono. She didn't want to think about it. Especially not tonight, when the weather was clear, without a single cloud in the sky.
So when Mafuyu opened her eyes–almost wet with tears–and met the look of alarm from Mochizuki, she couldn't stop the corners of her lips from turning up. Even if it was just a little.
"Thank you, Honami. I also wish we could spend another year together.”
Mochizuki's gasp was muffled by the boom of a nearby firework. Orange, like all the sunsets that once brought her happiness. Orange, like the lotuses Mafuyu unfairly assigned Mochizuki.
Seeing her face light up was enough to know that Kanade was in good hands. She always wondered if the girl knew how much she had done for the four of them; for Niigo. Maybe Mafuyu couldn't fulfill her junior’s wish, but she deserved happiness anyway. With Kanade.
Mafuyu could never have the heart to hate her.
“Honami! Asahina!”
Otori approached them with sparklers in both hands. A dangerous act; her mother would have scolded her before launching the gift in the trash. But today Mafuyu wasn't with her mother, so she gratefully accepted the sparkler from Otori’s hands and laughed alongside everyone. Today, she was surrounded by all the people she loved. Mizuki, Ena, Hinomori, Otori.
Kanade. We’re not alone anymore.
When Orihime and Hikoboshi finally met, Mafuyu vomited white orchids, long petals, and silky ivory. She felt them slide down her throat, rub against her palate, catch between her teeth, and spit them out in pieces. She lifted them, choking until she cried, and then, when the flood stopped, she pushed the loose, wet petals into the soil on top of them with her bare hands.
In the end, the sight of Kanade’s hand around somebody else; and their shared fireworks, soft and gleaming—the way Kanade stared at Mochizuki, in the way she once reserved for her, was too much to bear.
She never did finish writing her wish. Only asked the stars that Mochizuki loved Kanade with all that she had to give and that she cared for her even after her death.
Mafuyu’s lungs sprang. They caught fire, burning, killing everything in their path. Everything hurt, and it was impossible to breathe with the petals clogging her trachea, and the roses settling themselves in her ribcage as she lay with her back on the prickly grass.
“They are only two simple stars, Altair and Vega. There’s no real story behind them. Don’t forget to remind your friends today’s legend is pure nonsense, okay Mafuyu?”
“…Shut… up.”
Her eyes flew to the heavens, watching in agony as the two lovers got the one thing she wanted. Still, Mafuyu longed to prove her mother wrong. They did meet, I saw it with my own eyes, Mom.
She escaped shortly after, despite her friend's protests. Hinomori let her go. Ena didn't.
When the last firework went off, Mafuyu couldn’t bring herself to care.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
Time was static and yet it moved forward. The minutes dragged on endlessly; days vanished in the twinkling of an eye. Her health quickly deteriorated. SEKAI did too. Only Mafuyu's flowers bloomed, lush with color and life. Her lungs bloomed with tulips and daffodils, ablaze with anemones and torch lilies. Flowers bloomed inside to die in her bathtub and then grew again.
One day, she told herself insistently. One more day, and I will grow courage. One day I'll tell you. I will, Kanade, I will—
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
And then one warm summer night
I'll hear fireworks outside
And I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
The reality was that Mafuyu didn’t have a passion.
Until she met Kanade, and then, she became hers. Kanade was her only passion in life, but the thorn-filled roses, carnations, and suffocating hyacinths growing within her were the painful reminder that Mafuyu was never hers.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸
You are cordially invited to the Yoisaki-Mochizuki wedding on,
The seventh day of the seventh month.
Keep a seat reserved at our table for those who couldn’t join us on this day.
In loving memory of Mr Yoisaki,
who is not here today but always in our hearts
and, our dear friend Mafuyu Asahina,
May the cherry blossoms always bloom for you.
‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ⋆
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🏮 . 月 — day four featuring yoisaki kanade
knock knock!
heres some mail!
ଘ(੭´꒳`)°* ੈ‧₊ 💌
⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ...anon is typing... ♡
↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !
❝Happy birthday mod mafuyuu! For the event can I request a number 4 with kanade? Please and thank you!!❞
━━❝ I can't make you happy... I'm sorry ❞
Content warning ! This fic contains/mentions of death[implied suicide]. If it makes you uneasy, please do not read this. Thank you..
SNIP SNIP SNIP!
Scissors could be heard in the background. Kanade was currently at a florist shop buying some flowers.
They were your favourite..
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"Hey Kanade?! What is your favourite flower?"
"Eh? Why the random question?"
"I was kind of thinking of making us flower crowns~! As a way to symbolize our friendship"
You happily exclaimed while flashing a big smile.
"Now come on! Are you going to tell me or not?!"
"Oh, it's white carnations.."
"The flower that symbolizes purity and sweetness? That really fits your description too Kanade!"
Kanade's cheeks turned a little red once she heard about your compliment. Surely she doesn't fit the flower's resemblance at all right..?
Kanade then proceeded to shake her head.
"I don't think I fit that flower's description at all.. I don't think I'm pure or sweet."
"Are you kidding?! You have a heart of gold, always putting other people first before you..! Sigh, if only I could be like you."
"Haha, you don't need to be like me [name]. I love you just the way you are.. Well then what are your favourite flowers?"
"Chrysanthemums! They're just so pretty~!"
"And what do they symbolize?"
"Oh! Erm, happiness and well-being!"
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If only Kanade had searched up what Chrysanthemum really had meant..
Now, she was in front of a grave tying flowers together with a thread.
Upon finishing the flower crown, she placed a white flower crown on her head while putting the chrysanthemum one on the grave.
"..Happy Birthday [name].."
"..I can't make you happy.. I'm so sorry.."
As more tears started flowing down one by one.
(っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌 You receive a letter from X !
↻ᴹᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ˡᵒᵃᵈᵉᵈ !
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
I'm not going to lie, I was a bit scared writing this as it is a heavy subject so I hope I did this fic justice. Also, if you're struggling, please seek help because suicide is not the answer. There is at least one person out there who really cares for you.
Stay safe and hydrated everyone. ^^
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i talked abt this on main a lot but heres the niigo roommates au fic that i came up w an eternity ago... also transmascfuyu as usual bc i love him.
intended lowercase!
yuki gets a fish - n25 roommates au
mafuyu had just left the pet shop. he was carefully holding a clear plastic bag with a betta fish swimming safely inside.
mafuyu walked towards his apartment, which was just a block away, as the cold wind blew against the back, his coat shielding him as he stepped on the wet sidewalk, still drying from last night's rain.
mafuyu finally arrived to his apartment complex, where his roommates were awaiting him. he took the elevator up to the floor he lived on and walked up to the door. mafuyu took out a key from his coat pocket and unlocked the door.
with a small click, mafuyu was at the doorway. he took a couple steps inside until he was in the living room.
"i'm home." mafuyu announced. he stared blanky at his roommates, waiting for an answer. he didnt have to wait much, because mizuki greeted him with a wave immediately.
"hello mafuyu." kanade's said softly without taking her eyes off the tv.
"hey mafuyu!!" mizuki looked back at him and waved. "you got the fish?"
"duh!!" ena put down her tablet and pen, pointed at the plastic bag in mafuyu's hand as mafuyu stayed standing there. mizuki rolled their eyes and looked at mafuyu again as kanade stayed silent, simply listening to the conversation.
"yes." mafuyu answered mizuki's question. mizuki stuck her tongue out at ena while she rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed. "i've been thinking..." mafuyu continued, "what should we name it?"
without thinking, mizuki blurted out possibly the worst answer ever.
"deez nuts."
everyone whipped their heads around in the blink of an eye and faced mizuki.
ena's brows furrowed, "are you fucking kidding me, mizuki- again???"
see, mizuki had been going through this phase recently where whenever they're asked a question, they answer with "deez nuts" and only "deez nuts". nothing else.
"seriously, what the fuck is wrong w-"
mafuyu interrupted ena before she could go on a huge rant, "alright, it's settled then."
"what?!" ena was shocked. "no way you're actually going to name it that!"
"i am." mafuyu deadpanned before walking up to the aquarium he set up next to the tv. kanade went to the kitchen and returned with a pair of scissors in the blink of an eye.
kanade handed mafuyu the scissors before he slowly lowered the bag into the aquarium water and cut open the plastic bag. he let the fish swim out before taking the bag out of the water.
mafuyu walked into the kitchen to throw the plastic bag in trash as kanade sat back down on her tiny spot on the couch. mizuki and ena looked at each other before mizuki stuck their tongue out at her again.
mafuyu took the fish food next to the tank and sprinkled some on the surface of the water. he went back to the apartment's entrance to take off his coat and shoes. it was quiet for a moment, other than the anime that was still playing on tv and the hum of the ceiling lights.
ena looked at mizuki again and interrupted the silence, "seriously, 'deez nuts'??? you've got to be joking, amia." ena looked off to the side, looking at the anime on tv, which suddenly peaked her interest as the protagonist was doing the magical girl transformation she does every episode.
"quit being such a hater!!" mizuki pretended to look hurt. "you wouldn't make fun of a child for being named 'ligma', would you??"
"yeah, i would!" ena crossed her arms.
mizuki gasped and put the back of their hand to their forehead dramatically, "how could you!! i'm literally reporting you to the police."
ena huffed, "well, news flash buddy, no sane person would name their kid 'ligma'! in the history of ever, actually!"
"well, i would!"
"why are you lying to prove a point you don't even AGREE with your own damn point."
"yeah you're right, i am." mizuki giggled before running off to their room and slamming the door shut.
ena sighed one of the most dramatic sighs as kanade did her best to contain her laughter. not a day went by when the duo made kanade laugh. she loved living with them.
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Kanamafu Roommates AU [Pt 6/?]
“You said you loved me.”
Mafuyu froze halfway through brushing the hair away from Kanade’s face, her hand just barely touching her cheek. Kanade hesitated, then leaned into the contact, placing her warm cheek in the palm of Mafuyu’s hand. Mafuyu cupped her fingers, cradling Kanade’s head almost unconsciously as she scrambled for words. Her heart was speeding up, her breathing growing unsteady.
“I…”
She stopped in her tracks.
“I… Don’t know.”
Mafuyu hated the words as soon as they left her mouth, hated the way she saw something in Kanade’s expression falter as she finished her sentence. She noticed Kanade trying to slip her hand away, pull her head back, curl into herself and disappear into nothing. Leaning forward, Mafuyu reached for Kanade’s hand, trying to reassure her. Kanade flinched, drawing back further. After a pause, Mafuyu stopped and pulled back.
“But… I-”
Mafuyu tried to think, to find a way to put her feelings into words. She tried to think of lyrics, as Kanade had shown her to before, but her mind kept coming up blank. Nothing seemed to work, no words fit to describe the roiling pit of emotion consuming her every thought.
“When I look at you… I can feel… Something.”
The words sounded so casual, almost like something that should’ve been obvious for anyone else. But here, in this moment, they seemed to echo through the house, striking both of them with surprise. Mafuyu herself could barely believe she’d said it, let alone that it was true. Still, it was. Kanade glanced up, quickly blinking the first hint of tears out of her eyes.
“You do…?”
Nodding, Mafuyu cast her eyes down, feeling almost ashamed. She knew she couldn’t give the answer that she thought Kanade would want. After all, Kanade herself had asked her to be more open expressing her thoughts.
“Then… What kind of feeling is it?”
Kanade murmured softly, reaching down and tilting Mafuyu’s chin up. Hesitantly, Mafuyu allowed her to lift her face. Her face had slipped from its usual emotionless mask, features now twisted in turmoil.
“I… I can’t tell. I don’t think it’s.. bad… But…”
An odd coldness trailed down her cheek, catching her attention. She stopped speaking, raising a hand to reach up and swipe at her face. Her fingers glistened, shining with a thin layer of liquid. Tears.
Why am I crying…?
Kanade shook Mafuyu out of her thoughts as she took her sleeve and dabbed at Mafuyu’s cheeks. When she realized the tears hadn’t stopped streaming from Mafuyu’s eyes (rather, they had begun to pour in even greater numbers), she pulled Mafuyu’s limp body in for a hug. Mafuyu inhaled shakily, pressing her face into Kanade’s shoulder and trying to stop crying.
“… It’s okay. You don’t have to answer that right away.”
A soft whisper broke their tender silence, catching Mafuyu’s attention. She hiccupped softly, but noted that the flow of tears seemed to have slowed down.
Wh-What…?
“I… Well, this is embarrassing, but… I guess you have an idea of how I feel towards you.”
Kanade mumbled her way through the end of her sentence, shaking her head slightly. Mafuyu sniffled, feeling Kanade’s long hair tickling her nose as her head turned.
“Or- If you don’t that’s fine as well- but by now-”
She cut herself off, burying her face in Mafuyu’s neck. The ticklish sensation made Mafuyu huff out a quick breath, flinching ever so slightly. Kanade quickly drew back, seeming embarrassed.
“S-Sorry. What I meant is… It’s alright if you’re not sure what you’re feeling. There’s no rush for you to figure everything out as fast as possible. We have all the time in the world.”
Mafuyu blinked, absorbing Kanade’s words. For a moment, she stayed, frozen in place. Then, she lifted her arms, tentatively returning Kanade’s hug.
“… Okay.”
She said, the sound barely a whisper. Kanade seemed to have heard it, though. The moment Mafuyu’s arms were wrapped around her, she melted slightly, relaxing more of her weight onto Mafuyu. The latter shifted slightly, placing most of their weight on the back of the couch. Both of them seemed afraid to move, afraid to break the fragile moment they had created.
“Thank you, Kanade.”
Mafuyu murmured, squeezing her tighter as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered. Kanade nodded, leaning in and allowing herself to be enveloped in Mafuyu’s embrace.
And then, the doorbell rang.
A voice called through the door.
“Mafuyu?”
They couldn’t tell who it was, but it definitely wasn’t a classmate.
…
Neither of them wanted to answer it.
“Mafuyu, it’s me.”
“Please, let me in.”
A/N: Haha- recall the last post when i said part 6 would be up “soon.”
Word count:
PT6: 772
Total: 3735
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Egoist.
COOL TAGS IG: Akitoya woooo, Ena tries her best, I hate Shinonome Dad, VBS cool, totally NOT inspired by the new-ish cover uuhhhh
TW: emotional abuse, physical abuse (not graphic), depression (oh no), suicidal thoughts?
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“Dude, I’ll see ya later!”
Shinonome Akito waved to his partner, Toya. They were walking home from their practice session, and they arrived at Akito’s house. Toya reached over for a high-five, and the ginger happily slapped it. He turned around, still smiling. Staring at his house, he was feeling good enough not to go inside. I wish…
Akito felt different. No, no, this isn’t like the “I’m not like other people” things. He really isn’t something special. Hell, that’s one of the reasons he hates himself. His voice, his personality… it’s not interesting enough. He’s not good enough for anyone, especially not himself. And his parents, and his sister, his bandmates… that’s it? He’s such a fucking loser.
Back to the point. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, nor does he remember when he started feeling it. It has felt there since forever… but he knows it definitely started this year. A sinking feeling that shatters him from the inside out. It hurts. It hurts a lot. But he keeps on swallowing it, keeping it inside of him.
Whatever. I mean, the others didn’t seem to mind. Well, maybe Toya did. But he left now.
Holding his breath, he stepped into his home, getting hit with the dull aura in it. He quietly walked around, making sure not to disrupt the one that might be there. Was his father here…? Akito checked the living room, where his dad usually was seen working on a piece. Nope.
He sighed, untensing. Walking upstairs, he opened the door to his room. Throwing his bag inside it, he decided that he might as well visit his sister, who was probably eating her “breakfast.” He knocked on the door to Ena’s room twice, signaling that it was indeed Akito, and not their parents or something. He heard a groan, before the door clicked open. He stepped back to make space for the pouting Ena.
“Why are you here?” the older one placed her hand on her hip. Her expression was akin to one of annoyance. She was wearing a long sleeved green shirt with exposed shoulders, and black shorts. Her hair was slightly more tangled than usual. Akito was just wearing his school uniform, as today he was too lazy to change for practice. Ena looked Akito up and down, waiting for him to respond. “Well? I don’t have all day.”
“Um…” Akito opened and closed his mouth. He never was able to like- speak. I mean, no duh he can speak. But it doesn’t feel normal to speak about his problems. It doesn’t usually come out. And if it could, it never would anyways, because of his stupid little ego and his self-deprecation. His problems don’t matter, and people would stare at him in pity… ugh, it sucks just thinking about it. Seriously!
Ena sighed. “Get in.” She seemed to understand… Akito stepped into her room. It was filled with paintings, but other than that, her room looked average. And her bed was messy. He looked at her drawing tablet. It was filled with sketches of some new animation she was working on.
“Which one’s your favorite?” He turned around, spotting Ena. He then proceeded to look around. A flower. Gray clouds. A sunset. A very twisted version of her room. All of them were great, which made him wonder why their father hated them. But the one that caught his eye was one of her bandmates she talks to on Nightcord. He knew all of them. But this one was different… they were all marionette puppets? Oh, he knew that song that they made.
“That one? I know you saw the pv, so maybe that’s why…” Ena pondered upon it. Akito never really needed to speak around Ena, she usually knew what he was thinking. Usually. Sometimes, she gets it wrong, but that normally doesn’t happen. Okay, it happens at least once every week. But still.
Akito nodded, staring at it. Asahina-san was the one that wrote the lyrics, no? They were dark, but… they felt real. Almost as if Asahina knew how he felt… a little. And Akiyama’s outfits look pretty awesome. It’s Akito’s job to judge people’s outfits, so that compliment is a lot. Yoisaki’s music fit the tone, too. Maybe he should try writing something like that… oh, who is he kidding! He already writes like that. Hey, maybe he should show some of his songs to Ena.
Remembering Ena, he turns around. She was sitting in her chair, drawing. Akito walks over to the corner he usually goes to. He sat there in his sister’s room multiple times before. Usually to escape his dad. He eyed down an empty sketchbook. He hated it.
You see, the two siblings pretty much had switched talents. Akito is naturally talented at art, but enjoys singing more. Meanwhile, Ena has a natural talent for music, but clearly is very passionate about painting and sketching. It’s a curse to both of them. They are stuck in the game of jealousy, because what else could they feel?
Akito kept on staring at the notebook. Might as well… he grabbed a pencil from his pocket and started sketching. If there’s one thing that he and Akiyama agree on, it’s fashion design. Although Akiyama prefers cute outfits, and Shinonome more street-style, they still agree on most things. Hey, maybe he should try drawing something cute and show it to them… they would be happy, although they might invade his personal space…
He starts with an oversized hoodie. Scratch scratch, the pencil lightly rasped the paper. He’s definitely going to add some charms with that. He adds some shorts. Um… what else? Akito isn’t really enjoying this right now. Maybe another day, when his motivation changes. He erases the drawing and starts again.
A regular shirt. The belt is high, and the shorts are short. He adds a little design in the front. Now, what can I do to make it look more unique? Akito looks around. Ena’s curtains are a little ripped. He thinks about that. He could make the shorts slightly ripped, but it would be too basic. Maybe the sleeves? No, too weird. The hems? Make it slightly ripped, it’s unique, and not too weird! Akito smiled, erasing the bottom of the shirt to change it.
He doesn’t remember what happens next, but 4 pages are completed, filled with outfits. He’s a little tired of that, though. Maybe a grayscale image of something? Uh, he doesn’t know… Akito closes his eyes. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? Toya. It’s Toya. Why the fuck did Toya have to appear first? Akito sighs, but goes to draw the bi-colored haired boy anyways.
Akito doesn’t know how, but the entire page is filled with Toya after seemingly 12 seconds. All. Of. It. Toya smiling, Toya writing, Toya playing some arcade game. Geez, is he that down bad?
He already knew about his feelings for the other, so it isn’t something new. But the fact that he can draw Toya perfectly simply by thinking about him is a little concerning.
CRASH. Akito jumped an inch in the air. Instantly looking up, he squints his eyes at the sight. Ena broke a vase, probably pissed over a drawing she made. She was breathing heavily, tears in her eyes. It stopped his creative moment. That might be selfish of him, thinking that, but it’s true. He stomped his foot, clearly angry.
“What’s wrong now? You scared the fuck outta me!” He crosses his arms. Ena looks over at him. She snarled at him. Yup, she’s in those moments again. His dad does, his sister does, and he himself has these times where they… kinda get in their feelings and lash out at whatever is nearby. Definitely not healthy.
“Why are you still here? It’s been a damn hour. Dad hasn’t been here yet, either!” Ena stood up, placing her hand on her hip, “What the hell have you been doing?” Akito rolled his eyes. This bitch… tryna tell me what to do?
“Stuff. Why is it your business?” Akito scratched the back of his head. How was he going to leave right now? He’ll try but… “Because it’s MY ROOM!” Ena broke a pencil, trying not to break entirely down. Akito got up as well, clutching the sketchbook. She’s really in it, huh?
Upon seeing the sketchbook, Ena’s face scrunched up even more. “Why the FUCK DO YOU HAVE MY SKETCHBOOK?” Her rage practically consumed her whole as she ran towards him, snatching the sketchbook as Akito tensed. “THIS IS MINE, NOT YOURS YOU FUCKER!”
“But-” “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Ena shook Akito, causing him to feel slightly nauseous. “Are you trying to fucking SHIT ON ME?” What? He was pushed onto the wall, causing his shoulder to hurt slightly. He wasn’t shoved that badly, considering the fact that Ena barely ever went outside, but maybe it will leave a bruise.
“I WORKED. SO. FUCKING. HARD TRYING TO DRAW, BUT OUR STUPID FATHER CAN’T EVEN NOTICE THAT.” Ena threw the sketchbook across the room. “AND NOW YOU COME IN WITH YOUR LITTLE TALENTED ASS TO FUCKING TEST ME?” So that’s how she feels? “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” Ena shoved him out the door and slammed it.
He never got to see the sketchbook again.
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Akito didn’t come out for dinner after that. He locked himself in his room for the rest of the day, and hoped it would stay that way. The entire time he was practicing, practicing, because he has to get better. Everyone he knows is talented in Vivid Bad Squad except for Akito. He knew that. Even when the other members of the squad told him he was wonderful, they were clearly lying. After all, everyone else says otherwise, right? Even his father tells him how untalented he is…
So, he must keep practicing! Even if his throat starts getting sore, he must. Then, he can catch up to the other members and help them surpass RAD WEEKEND. And if he doesn’t… Well then, he could just leave. He doesn’t want to keep holding them back. Especially Toya.
His voice cracked at one part. No, restart again. He made sure his voice was slightly softer in that part so it wouldn’t kill him. Good. He continued, making sure he hits all the high notes and does the low notes well. But he continued after that. He practiced solely on Fragile. It was a song Akito wrote about his partner. A fuckin’ love song. And yet the taller man still did not take a hint. An just patted his back when that happened.
It hurts knowing that he’s the one that’s stopping them from achieving their dreams.
Eventually, he stopped, only to get a drink of water. A small, tiny break. He chugged it, before checking his phone. Just a message from Kohane talking about the next practice session. He was going to start again, when he heard his door open. “Finally, Akito, you stopped with your racket.” Well, fuck.
He turned around to see his father, the one and only Shinonome Shinei, with his arms crossed. Akito squinted his eyes. “Why are you here?” He said, with a bit too much sass. Oh, he’s screwed. His father shook his head. “I live here, imbecile.” Oh look, now he’s using this tone too! I’m fucking dead, Akito thought.
Akito slammed his water bottle down on the counter. “Okay, but what do you want?” He turned around, trying to hide the fact he was trembling. A sign of weakness. His father sneered. “I was going to remind you again to not do what you call ‘practicing’ after 9 pm, but it seems you finally took my advice for once.”
He better not notice I’m shaking here, Akito thought. He bit his lip, “So you came to insult me again, but decided against it ‘cause I shut up? How kind of you.” His father tightened his fist, not a good sign. “I’m not insulting you, I’m simply telling the truth. You have no talent singing. You are mediocre at best. There’s no point in chasing dreams that cannot come true.”
Akito’s lips formed a straight line as he gritted his teeth. That old hag- trying to tell me what to do? But the thing is, he wasn’t wrong. Akito wasn’t terrible at singing, no, but he was plain… nothing. He had nothing interesting in his voice, it wasn’t deep and unique like Toya’s, it wasn’t loud and accented like An’s, and it definitely wasn’t high pitched and dramatic like Kohane’s.
He’s good, but not good enough.
But he’s also very, very selfish.
“But can’t you get this in your stupid head for once? I am NOT going to back out of singing! It’s been my dream for so damn long, and I’ve… I’ve worked so hard! I CAN’T JUST BACK OUT NOW! I can’t leave my friends, unlike you I’m not shitty! Well, maybe a little, but I- I just don’t want to! I love music with my heart! And that will NEVER change!”
Shit. He blurted that out. He started mentally listing all the worst possible outcomes that will occur. Why did I do that, why did I do that, why- His father stepped closer to him, causing him to brace in preparation of what will happen next. Oh, he knows damn well what will.
“You dare speak back to me, boy? I am your father, I know what’s best for you. Singing will just let you down because you’re not talented enough for it. Your drawings are an actual work of art, better than your sister’s! And yet, you still throw away that talent of yours!? Useless child, only good enough to talk back to his parents. Why are you doing this, huh? HUH?”
Akito stood there, dumbfounded. He could hear his father’s breath ringing in his ear. His own was getting faster. His mouth felt stuck together like someone glued it together. “I… I-” He managed to blurb out, his eyes widening even more.
“I what? Are you worthless enough that you got scared? Scared of WHAT? This is your fault, you NEVER listen!” He’s right. He’s right, I am worthless. I don’t know why- His dad. Was just. His hand went up and.
Akito just closed his eyes, accepting his fate. All he could do was sit and hope it ends soon.
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He was gone. It was over. Right? Akito doesn’t know. He “wakes up” crouched on his bed.
The entire experience was a blur. He doesn’t remember most of it. All he knew was pain, and then he ended up lying against a wall, then his hand hurt, then this, then that… all in tiny fragments. Now he was conscious, and trying to locate his mind.
He was hyperventilating in silence. His chest hurt as it went up, down, up, down. In, out, in, out. Everything was fine! Totally. What happened? He knows his dad came, they had a fight. Then his dad used all his anger out on him, and now he just left. Bye-bye.
Oh, right. He got hurt. Akito searched for any wounds. His face was hurting like a bitch right now, so that must be the main point where his father hurt him. He felt a lump on his cheek, ouch that hurt so much, make it stop make it stop- yup, that definitely needs covering.
He notices a mark on the wall, and his hand hurts as well. So maybe when he was in that spiraly-state, he punched it…? Nothing new, anyways. He also felt a part of his hair… feel weird. It was more tangled than the rest of his orange locks. He must’ve tugged at it a lot then.
Still nothing new.
Akito, still trembling, scooted over to his phone. He checked notifications again. An posted a picture of a hamster giving a thumbs-up. He smiled slightly at this. Toya responded with just a “K”. Goddamnit he loves him so much. Akito snapped a close up at his eyes, making sure the wound isn't visible in the picture. He sent it to the group chat.
Akihoe
*Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS sent an image.*
k bbgs
The first to respond was An, totally falling for it. Akito laughed at the message.
Annie Slammy
TOP TEN SCARIEST JUMPSCARES, NUMBER ONE 😱😱😱
Kohammy
shinonome-kun, that scared me a little!
NOT Piano Man
Akito, why did you take a photo of your eyes?
Akihoe
why not?
NOT Piano Man
Understood.
Can we talk privately?
Akito frowned. Is Toya dealing with his father again?
Akihoe
sure!
Looking over at the other unread messages of his, he saw one from Ena
Enanan
I’m sorry.
…
Akito ignored it, he can’t deal with that right now. He continued looking at others.
Amia
lil’bro, you good?
Seriously? Why now? He sighed, going to him and Toya’s dms.
Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS
here! what’s up?
Toya.
Akito, you’ve been acting strange lately. What’s wrong with you? Right now, I mean?
Well, shit. Akito gulped, trying to think of an excuse. Too much homework? He usually just doesn’t do half of it, so it's not viable. Tired from practicing? He does it too much, but would never admit it. Nervous about a test? Nah. Sister in hospital? Akito doesn’t want to pull a Tsukasa, although his sister was actually in the hospital. Now she’s out. Sick? No thanks.
Toya seemed to notice Akito’s silence, because he responded with a:
Toya.
I understand you’re not good at expressing your emotions. I just don’t know how to help you, no matter how much I want to.
Akito felt a pang of guilt hit his heart. Ouch. He never thought Toya felt like this. His lips pressed into a line as he thought. Feeling overwhelmed, he was tired of it all, pretending and shit, but he can’t speak about it, so… He just needed some advice.
Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS
How then?
It took a little while for Toya to respond, leaving Akito feeling worse than before, but when he did, it surprised the ginger a little.
Toya.
Well, if you can’t just talk to someone head-on-head about it, why don’t you try writing a song?
Huh? Yeah, he’s written plenty of songs before. His head swivels thinking. A lot of people liked Cinema. But sometimes he has to censor half his thoughts. They usually aren’t as bad as they could be, but sometimes he lets a lyric or two slip by. No one seems to care.
Seems. But they probably did care.
Akito texted back.
Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS
i already do though?
Toya.
I know, but only when you feel like it’s important enough. Even if you’re simply sad about something, it’s best to write it down at that moment and capture it.
Ouch. That hit like a truck. Toya’s not wrong, though. Akito never really notices his feelings, it’s just practice, practice, practice, Toya, Ena, his dad, Toya, his idiot dad, practice, Ena, Toya, work, Vivid Bad Squad, more practice, Toya, Toya, Toya Toya Toya.
Toya. How does he manage to understand? This could also help him write better songs. More practice. Maybe Toya isn’t wrong. But again, when is he ever wrong? Akito’s heart skips a beat. He’ll take this small, good feeling and cherish it. It’s what he needed.
Shinonome Akito - BAD DOGS
Thanks partner. that helped.
Toya.
You’re welcome, Akito.
Akito smiled, before shutting off his phone. It was night. It’d be better if he slept, so he might as well go to bed. It’d be better if he slept forever and never woke up, but Toya… Ena wouldn’t forgive herself. He’ll definitely stay a while longer. And he’ll take up on that songwriting idea, too. He shouldn’t let his small, okay enough talent go to waste.
He feels a bit selfish for wanting this slight warmth to stay forever.
How egoist.
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Author's note: Holy shit Sora actually posts her emo Akito fanfic??? God damn. I'm so nervous to post this wtf help help throws up sobs pls go well pls go well pls- but thanks for reading!
#project sekai#fanfic#akitoya#angst#angst with a happy ending#hurt/comfort#akito shinonome#toya aoyagi#ena shinonome#shinonome shinei is worse here than canon#punches him with a murderous intent#i love akito shinonome/p#he's babygirl#an shiraishi#kohane asuzawa#mizuki akiyama#other n25 characters#but only mentioned#sora's fanfics#we love vbs they're so goofy silly#akito never got the sketchbook back smh
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
Relationship: Akiyama Mizuki & Kagamine Len
Characters: Kagamine Len, Akiyama Mizuki
Additional Tags: Out of Character, My First Work in This Fandom, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Head On Lap, They/Them Pronouns for Akiyama Mizuki, Akiyama Mizuki Needs a Hug, Empty Sekai (Project SEKAI), Abandonment Issues, Angst, Affection, She/Her Pronouns for Asahina Mafuyu, Fear of Change, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Kagamine Len Tries His Best
Language: English
Published: 2024-04-07
Words: 701
Chapters: 1/1
Summary: Mizuki visits Len in the SEKAI.
#my writing#project sekai#proseka#pjsk#project sekai fanfic#pjsk fanfic#akiyama mizuki#mizuki akiyama#kagamine len#len kagamine#n25#n25 len#niigo#nightcord at 25:00#25 ji nightcord de#ao3#fanfiction#stellar writes
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HxS is finally here!!!
i want to stress that i don't mind if you want to make fanfics using my edits. you just have to credit me if you do. you also have to use a different unit name than the one i used. HxS is my thing, but you can still have your own thing.
#wxs as n25#happy x syndrome#project sekai#wonderlands x showtime#nightcord at 25:00#25 ji nightcord de#digital art#fanfic#n44_art
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fringed irises and shadows 🪻
kanamafu fic — hurt/comfort, heavy emphasis on comfort. has been on ao3 for a bit of time but i feel comfortable posting it here now. no tws/cws(?), please do read tags. credits to @cafekitsune for dividers.
full fic also below cut
tonight was little different from any other night of recent. boxes and papers littered kanade’s floor, disturbed only by the gentle breeze of the ceiling fan. as per usual, the lighting was dim — the monitor on her desk sat currently unused, perpetually displaying the n25 group’s general chat. normally, kanade would be partial to turning all lights off, leaving only herself and the darkness. it felt nicer that way, easier to relax, to lose what it meant to be a corporeal being with a body that required maintenance. not like she took care of herself, anyway, or didnt lose herself in daydreams and the vast collection of musical scriptures — and of course there were still sensations like hunger and exhaustion and aches and cold — but it was easier to ignore the burden of existing when you couldnt see any part of yourself in the first place. out of sight out of mind, perhaps.
what made tonight different, however, was that there were lights left on. even the lightly tattered blackout curtains she’d splurged years prior on were opened just an inch to allow some outdoor light in, even if at this time of night the only light was from the streetlights lining the sidewalks of her neighborhood. and besides the monitor, there was a clearly aged nightlight illuminating a small space on the wall in one of the only available outlets in the room, obscured slightly by one of the very many aforementioned boxes.
and aside from one particular corner of the room, occupied in part by plush stuffed animals and heavy pillows and heavier blankets, it was frigid. and comfortable.
“kanade,” mafuyu murmured, voice barely audible above the low hum of the fan, “your hands are freezing.”
well- perhaps only truly comfortable to one of them.
at present, the two of them were amongst the vast sea of bedsheets, arms and legs enveloped in the comfort of cottons and silks and worn quilts, broken up only occasionally by the occasional strewn about pillow. in the middle of it all, they held each other, kanade laying her head into mafuyu’s chest, legs entwined.
the problem lay in kanade’s hand position, nestled between mafuyu’s shirt and skin, gently placed along the middle of her back. she wasn’t even aware her hands were cold- honestly, she felt as she always did. “ah-“ she blinked, voice groggy, broken out of a state of half-consciousness. “sorry, was i preventing you from getting sleep?”
mafuyu nodded so slightly that if it werent for kanade’s position, being able to feel or hear every movement and rustle of mafuyu’s body, she would barely have registered it.
but, of course, she still would have.
after all, over the duration of time she had known mafuyu, kanade would like to think she’d become fully attuned to her body language — the way mafuyu fidgeted with her thumbs when she was most conflicted, the bow of her head that allowed for her deep mauve hair to cascade over her shoulders and a soft pink blush to spread across her cheeks when she was especially bashful. and, most importantly, the smaller gestures: the genuine soft smiles, the way her fingers brushed ever-so-softly against kanade’s when she wanted to hold the composer’s own but couldn’t put it into words, the subtle twitch of the corners of her mouth in place of laughter. eventually, hopefully, the latter would become a giggle, or even just a soft exhale with a note of genuine joy.
and even if it didn’t, kanade would keep noticing anyway, and she had no doubt in her mind that the butterflies that swelled in her stomach on those rare occasions would never go away.
she moved her hands, featherlight, gently smoothing out mafuyu’s shirt as she lay her hands over it, in the same position as before. after a few moments, she spoke softly- an inquiry. “how do you feel?”
she had become accustomed to asking this in increasing frequency since mafuyu moved in with her. it was barely a conscious question anymore, but it held indescribable amounts of meaning. every morning, after every meal, before and after every nightcord meeting, before bed and sometimes — as was the case tonight — when neither of them could succumb to sleep. it was an ‘i love you’ in place of true ‘i love you’s. and mafuyu’s answer was always the same:
“i’m not sure.”
kanade used to interpret this response humorously as an automatic response, one a computer would spit out in automated lines of code, as if the words ‘not sure’ overrode any other genuine response that may have taken place in that sentence instead. but over time it became a ridiculously offensive idea to suggest, even internally, that mafuyu was just code, moulded to be a certain way instead of consciously becoming the person she was today.
but that didn’t mean it didn’t ever hurt. every day they shared words that held so much meaning that kanade used to be convinced were only spoken in fictional stories of soulmates, but when it came down to the most earnest question of all, ‘i love you,’ ‘i love you,’ ‘i love you,’ mafuyu always, always gazed at her with soft eyes and a softer expression, a world of vulnerability sealed away deep in her chest, and spoke only,
“i’m not sure.”
there was no other word for what they had besides love. neither of them were ever even sure of the technicalities — romantic, platonic, ‘a secret third thing’ like mizuki sometimes suggested while thorizing passively with ena or rui. it had become sort of an unspoken rule that neither would ever question it. if kanade’s cheeks flushed when rereading what mafuyu wrote earnestly in her birthday card, about how ‘whenever im with you, my heart becomes restless,’ if mafuyu stared up at the ceiling for hours remembering over and over what it felt like to be found, to hold kanade’s hand for the first time at phoenix wonderland in an effort to hold onto the warmth blooming in her chest for just a few moments longer- well, neither of them were in any place to question it. much less confront it.
so for now, “i’m not sure” was enough. and as birds began chirping outside their window, precursory to the sunrise, both of them laid at ease. and if soft purr-like snoring resounded from mafuyu’s chest, kanade would never tell.
tomorrow, kanade would ask, “how are you feeling?”
and tomorrow, mafuyu would answer, “i’m not sure.”
and tomorrow, kanade would gaze a second longer at mafuyu’s expression, her lips, her hands.
and tomorrow, mafuyu would stare a second longer at the ceiling, wondering what could save her, wondering what lyrics she should write, wondering if kanade ever thought about phoenix wonderland or her birthday card.
and tomorrow, kanade would make sure her hands were warm before placing them, featherlight, on mafuyu’s skin.
and tomorrow, mafuyu would say, in lyrics and in the subtle twitches of the corners of her mouth, “i love you.”
#kota fics#pjsk#pj sekai#pjsekai#project sekai colorful stage#project sekai#pjsk fic#pjsk fanfic#n25#n25 kanade#n25 mafuyu#25 ji nightcord de#nightcord at 25:00#25ji#25ji kanade#25ji mafuyu#kanamafu#kanade yoisaki#asahina mafuyu#mafuyu asahina#niigo#niigo kanade#niigo mafuyu
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The eighth and final chapter of The Rogue's Ribbons is posted!
Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Akiyama Mizuki & Kamishiro Rui, Akiyama Mizuki & Asahina Mafuyu & Shinonome Ena & Yoisaki Kanade, Akiyama Mizuki & Asahina Mafuyu, Asahina Mafuyu & Kamishiro Rui, Kamishiro Rui & Kusanagi Nene & Ootori Emu & Tenma Tsukasa
Characters: Kamishiro Rui, Akiyama Mizuki, Yoisaki Kanade, Asahina Mafuyu, Shinonome Ena, Kusanagi Nene, Ootori Emu, Tenma Tsukasa
Additional Tags: Autistic Kamishiro Rui, Kamishiro Rui-centric, Nonbinary Akiyama Mizuki, They/Them Pronouns for Akiyama Mizuki, Theatre, Sewing, also everyone in wondershow is autistic too i don't feel like tagging them all, Tsukasa is weirdly positive and charismatic but we love him for it, group hug, Resolution
Language: English
Chapters: 8/8
Words: 738
Summary:
Mizuki comes to congratulate Rui after the show, and Rui comes to a resolution, surrounded by his friends.
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im about to explode because i was reading a really good fic and i lost it during ao3 maintenance and can’t it again AAAAAAA
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echw i finished ao3 ncdwknciwe
pls read ?
#mafuyu asahina#n25 mafuyu#f/f fanfic#Soulmate au#n25#goddess#God is an asshole#Project sekai#hatsune miku: colorful stage#kanade#kanade yoisaki#kanade x mafuyu#mafuyu x kanade#mizuki#n25 mizuki#mafuyu x mizuki#mizuki x mafuyu#F/f#n25 ena#ena shinonome#ena#ena x mizuki#mizuki x ena
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im writing another mafuemu fic do i:
#project sekai#prsk#mafuemu#pjsk mafuyu#mafuyu asahina#emu otori#emu ootori#prsk fanfic#poll#pjsk#pjsk emu#wonderlands x showtime#wxs#nightcord at 25:00#25 ji nightcord de#n25
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HELLO!! my birthday is coming on halloween :3 so i would like to request n25 having a halloween party with reader! or idk anything halloween themed is fine thx <3
Halloween Trip ☆
↳ N25(Together) celebrates Halloween together with you by hosting a haunted house.
♬ X/ModNene is typing...
↻Happy early/belated birthday anon ☆ Hope your birthday is going well ! I wasn't sure if you wanted to separate or put it together. If this wasn't to your liking, feel free to request again \(≧∇≦)
𝅘𝅥𝅮 If you would like to request click here and read the writing rules for all the writers ! ☆
■ Contents: Fluff
► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : N25
N25 were doing their usual daily things in order to make more songs to save people. Until K stumbles a song she had saved the title as "[name] birthday present" which she then realised was in a weeks time. Slowly streamlined of events unfold.
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Nightcord at 25:00
Amia: Yahoo! What are you guys going to do for [name]'s birthday?
Enanan: I haven't gotten a gift yet. It's quite hard to find something that's presentable.
Amia: Just say you're indecisive..
Enanan: Hey! You're indecisive too
K: Ah.. I've composed a song for them as a gift. I hope they'll like it.
Yuki: Couldn't we just say happy birthday?
Amia: Not this time Yuki!
Amia: I've got an idea of how we can celebrate it fufufu~ Since it is Halloween soon..
Enanan: No.
Amia: Hey! Why?! I haven't even started telling you my plans?!
Enanan: I don't like your ideas.
Amia: Ouch!! Yuki, K, Enanan is such a bully!!
K: Enanan, how about we hear her out first.
Enanan: I refuse, she is probably going to take us somewhere scary first!!
Amia: Ena you suck at guessing.
Enanan: Huh? We aren't going somewhere scary? Also I do not suck at guessing! You always have tricks up your sleeves.
Amia: That's so mean of you to think that someone as cute and adorable as me would do something like that!
K: So where are we taking out [name] on their birthday?
Amia: Let's make a haunted house!
Enanan: ..Eh?
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You were now standing outside Kanade's apartment however it seemed a bit different. The door was unlocked and it was incredibly dark with only a few candles that dimly lit the halls.
'Did a hurricane hit Kanade's house..?' You thought as you could see fallen debris everywhere as well as broken furnitures. It has the atmosphere of a haunted house. Perhaps this was what Mizuki had wanted you to see?
"Ya-hello~? Is anyone home?" You yelled in the house, there didn't feel like there was any life in it. You walked into the apartment cautiously.
*Crunch!*
"EEK WHAT WAS THAT?!" You cried out, slowly embracing yourself to look down. Only to found out that you've stepped on a piece of paper on the ground.
"Oh.. Hahaha, silly me, it's just a piece of paper." As you bent down to reach it. 'Welcome dear guest.. Once you read this, your fate has been sealed! Only way to get out is to continue forward.' And just like that you heard the door behind you shut close with a slam.
"AH-hahaha.. What a nice joke.." You turn around to try to open the door. However..
*Cluck cluck.. CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK*
It was completely shut and wouldn't open. However the shut door had a red writing that kind of looks like blood.
"Welcome!
Have fun with this little haunted house activity we put together for you~
Come and find us! There will be a great surprise at the end if you do 𝅘𝅥𝅮
- Mizuki :P"
Oh.. So it is a haunted house after all. You heaved a sigh of relief glad that Kanade is fine and that the girls had come together to make this for you. You had always liked haunted houses however you were scared of them. It was both terrifying and fun at the same time, you would always go with Mizuki as they were the most enthusiastic to come.
You then proceeded to turn around to continue the haunted house activity moving ever so cautiously to not get scared, when suddenly the place was filled with mist and an eerie music started playing.
"Creepy atmosphere? You must do better than that to scare me." You thought.
- only to jinx yourself as suddenly a hand came out of nowhere out of a painting and tried to grab you. "EEK?!" you immediately jolted away on reflex.
The hand immediately withdraw and what now lies in the painting was a black figure with long hair. "The pain.." The painting softly said.
You recall the horror story the Mizuki told you about and jolted out of the hallway as fast as your legs could take you.
"Wait. It was just a painting. Surely paintings can't chase me.." You look behind you and nothing was there. "Urghh! I spent my energy on nothing." Although now you were in the room full of dolls with eerie red lightings.
As you take a bit of a look around the room. You found many artworks in red, they all look quite terrifying but you could clearly tell the Artstyle was from Ena which made it less terrifying.
"The artstyle is really nice, however Ena draws too well to make this scary.."
"Tha- I mean, look guys! A human, we c-could totally use more blood for these paintings!" You heard a voice behind you. Suddenly you can see multiple dolls slowly standing up from their sitting positions to come after you.
Although you weren't really scared since Ena's artworks seem to calm you down as you know you aren't alone and that this room was Ena's part of the haunted house.
"Hey! Why aren't you scared?! I-I mean we are going to harvest your blood you know?!"
"..Ena I know you're behind the voices of the dolls."
"...How did you know?! I thought I didn't mess-"
"Your artworks were really good to give me a sense of fear, probably because I know its your artstyle which gave me the comfort that you're here with me!"
You took this as an opportunity to dash out the room while Ena was stump at the sudden compliment that she forgot about the part about chasing after you.
"Phew~! That was a bit close. I definitely don't want to be chased by dolls." You were slowly making to the end of the haunted house as there was a light emitting out below of a close door, where you assume was where the surprise was.
Without hesitating, you immediately started sprinting to the end. As you were about to reach it..
"Boo" something walked out of another room and scared you.
"AH! PLEASE DON'T EAT ME-" You fell down shutting your eyes and used your hands to block whatever was in front of you.
You slowly opened your eyes to see a familiar purple haired girl standing in front of you.
"Oh.. Ahaha, it's just you Mafuyu, I t-totally knew it"
"Didn't you just screamed 'don't eat me'-"
"I-Ignore that!! The tiny details don't matter!"
"The tiny detail was you screaming though.."
"Hey! That was a half-ass jumpscare! How did you get more scared of that than my part?!" You looked behind you to see Ena coming out of her room, obviously a bit mad.
"I was only told to jumpscare.."
"Still you could've done a little better?!"
"Ahaha.. Now now, don't fight you two, it's [name]'s birthday."
You turned to see the door in front of you which was emitting light open with a side pony-tailed girl behind it.
"Congrats [name]! You made it, I totally enjoyed your screams~𝅘𝅥𝅮"
"Yeah, congrats [name]" as the last member of N25 came out of the lighted room to congratulate you.
"Mizuki! You're so mean! However this experience was really fun. I really enjoyed it a lot" You praised them for making this for you, after all they all poured their efforts into this.
After this. N25 hosted a birthday party as your gift for going through the haunted house. This was the best birthday you could've ever asked for and won't be forgetting in a long time.
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"The haunted house was so amazing the decorations and props made it feel so surreal~!" You chirped happily, thankful that your friend made a full haunted house activity for you.
"Aha, the props was thanks to an old friend of mine, he made the dolls and we could control it. But apparently Ena is so terrible at scaring you, we didn't manage to get that to work."
"Oi! How would I know my art would comfort them?!"
"Mhm.. Can I take off this costume and makeup then.."
"Oh right, I'll help with that Mafuyu, after all I was the one who did it."
You took a closer look at Mafuyu and the makeup looks really well made and terrifying. Mizuki's skills of dressing her up has surprised you.
"Ah right I still have to wash my arm.. Is it okay Ena?"
"Hm, oh yeah, the makeup I used is fairly easy to get off. Just wash it off with water."
"Thanks.."
"Eh?? You all split up the work and cooperate that well to make this whole thing?! I mean.. Everyone worked well except for Ena" you teased a little
"What's that suppose to mean?!"
"That no means you suck!"
Mizuki yelled from the room.
"So loud.."
#pjsk#pjsk x reader#fanfic#gender neutral reader#pjsekai#project sekai x reader#n25 mafuyu#n25#n25 kanade#n25 mizuki#n25 ena#shinonome ena x reader#ena shinonome x reader#akiyama mizuki x reader#mizuki akiyama x reader#kanade yoisaki x reader#yoisaki kanade x reader#mafuyu asahina x reader#asahina mafuyu x reader#asahina mafuyu#shinonome ena#akiyama mizuki#yoisaki kanade#n25 x reader#nightcord at 25:00#25 ji nightcord de#oneshot#fluff#modnene#prsk
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more fanfiction
i wrote this mostly for a prompt thing I'm doing, but also for shits and giggles to say i have an EnaRui fanfic (the EnaRui is platonic)
#enarui#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#fanfiction#n25#ena shinonome#project sekai#rui kamishiro#kamishiro rui#akiyama mizuki#mizuki akiyama#polyamory#polycule#mizurui#mizuena
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The 3rd Kamiro!Rui AU fic. Please Enjoy!
#prsk#project sekai#rui kamishiro#kamishiro rui#n25#proseka#ruikasa#tenma tsukasa#kamiro!rui#kamiro au#prsk fic#fanfic
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