A3! Spotlight Event Translation - Spotlight (Secret): Ikaruga Brothers & Hyodo Brothers & Shadows in the Moonlight (1/19)
*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi
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Prologue: Secret Special Feature
*door opens*
Kasumi: Hi there.
Izumi: Kasumi-san!?
Wait, did we have a meeting scheduled today?
Kasumi: Nope. I had an interview nearby, so I decided to stop by.
Izumi: Oh, I see! That surprised me.
Kasumi: Ahaha. I guess my little prank was a success.
I’m glad I happened to bump into Isuke outside.
Oh right. Thanks to all of you, our last feature on Flora High and Tsuku High was a huge hit.
It looks like everyone can’t stop longing for their youths, huh?
Izumi: I guess so.
I’m glad all the readers enjoyed it.
Ah. You came all the way here, so please have some tea.
I’ll make some right now.
Kasumi: Aw, thank you. Actually, I also brought something I’d like to pass along to you.
I received a whole lot of these, so I’m sharing them with you.
Izumi: Woah, thank you so much!
Are these sweets? They’re all Christmas-y and adorable!
Kasumi: Hehe, aren’t they? There’s several different types of packaging….
This one’s a Christmas tree, and this one looks like Santa.
Izumi: Ah. Is this one a gingerbread man?
Christmas is just around the corner, alright.
Kasumi: Mm, I wonder if I can ask…
Izumi: ? What is it?
Kasumi: What are your plans for Christmas?
Naturally, I’m going to spend mine with my daughters…
But I wonder who Director will be spending it with.
Izumi: I’m… not telling.
Kasumi: Aw~.
Izumi: You’ll see if you come to the MANKAI dorm.
Kasumi: Ahaha. Doesn’t that mean you’re going to spend it with all the troupe members?
Izumi: Fufu. I heard it’s common to spend Christmas with your family overseas.
Kasumi: Family…?
I see. Why don’t we make “family” the next “Spotlight” special feature then?
Because we’re family, there are sides of each other that we know, and on the other hand, sides of each other that we don’t know. And there are surely bonds that you would never be able to form anywhere else.
I’ve always wanted to write an article about that kind of special, deep relationship.
During this season, I’m sure each family has their own Christmas stories and such.
We can ask troupe members who have family or close connections within or outside the troupe. What do you think?
Izumi: Family, huh…
(Speaking of families, we have Juza-kun and Kumon-kun, Misumi-kun and Madoka-kun, and also…)
(Hisoka-san and Chikage-san, I suppose?)
(If we’re going to make a special feature, then the Hyodo brothers might be a good choice…)
(But I think it would be safer not to reveal the relationship between Misumi-kun and Madoka-kun since he's still just a student and part of another troupe.)
(As for Hisoka-san and Chikage-san…)
I-It’s really hard to explain…
Kasumi: Hm?
Izumi: Ah, nothing!
…
…I think there are lots of different types of families, not just one.
There are families that society would call "normal families", and there are also families who have missed each other and are now finally growing closer, little by little…
There are also families who may not be related by blood, but the strength of their bonds are even stronger than that.
MANKAI Company is like one big family, so I consider all of them my family.
That’s why when you say “family”, it’s a bit hard to narrow it down…
Kasumi: …I see.
That’s very true. A “family” is a special relationship, so it can be difficult sometimes.
I mean, even our home is a bit different than what society considers normal as well.
Alright, let’s discuss the next special feature again in a proper meeting next time.
Izumi: Sounds good.
(I know I was declining the offer in a roundabout way, but I’m grateful Kasumi-san understood.)
(Though, I do feel sorry I turned down the special feature just like that.
I’ll have to properly explain the circumstances and apologize later…)
(It won’t fill in for the feature, but I wonder if they’ll tell me if I ask them.
About their special memories with their precious family members—)
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ex boyfriend!dick grayson is distraught.
it’s been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes since the two of you broke up. not that anyone is counting.
his days are spent with him walking around like a zombie.
batman has to practically yell into the comms link to even get a reply during patrol. dick’s not even sure he’s been putting his suit on properly. two nights ago he only went out with one escrima stick. he almost lost a fight with some goons, and one of them asked him if he had a death wish. he went home bruised, his lip bloodied, wondering if maybe he did have a death wish.
he tried going out to the store. he was out of shaving cream and eggs. dick made it as far as the produce section. he had a staring contest with the apples for ten minutes, and left without buying anything.
the first week he kept wearing hats. seeing his hair in the mirror practically made his eye twitch with the memory of you running your hands through it. he could almost hear you cooing over how nice it looks long.
“dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick, you look so handsome! are you growing it out? dick you look so—”
he cuts it a week later, sick of his brothers making fun of him for the hats and sick of your voice in his ear.
he barely touches his hair now, his hands nothing compared to the way yours felt on his scalp. almost every other night he cries in the shower, thinking about the way your eyes would flash when you’d offer to wash his hair for him. you’d always bite your lip in this cute way when you slicked all his hair back, the soap fluffy in your hands. you’d wiggle your eyebrows and call him distinguished, and then pull it up into a mohawk and tell him to call up jason and ask to join the outlaws. a few nights ago he made the mistake of looking at your razor, still on the shower caddy. he cried so hard his head hurt the next morning like he’d had a hangover.
his family stops whispering when he enters rooms, their worry and concern growing more obvious by the day. alfred won’t stop feeding him. bruce keeps looking him over, his eyebrows furrowed. jason left at least four self help books on his coffee table and in his cubby in the batcave. tim took over all of the video surveillance batman had assigned him, waving him away when dick tried to insist it was okay, and that he could do it. steph wouldn’t stop high fiving him? cass hugged him, at least three times. wally tried to get him to go out, but dick drank one beer and left, walking home in the pouring rain like he was in a music video. wally took the hint, but started texting him good morning, every day. even damian stopped picking on him, instead asking to spar just so dick would have something else to think about. it didn’t work, obviously, but he’d mussed damian’s hair, giving him a wan smile on the way out of the practice room. he’d left immediately after.
he spent the rest of the day at home thinking about how he’d always let you win when the two of you would play wrestle. you had this expression you’d make right before, where your eyes would squint a little and the corner of your mouth would turn up. the whole time you’d dated, dick was never able to figure out if it was because you were about to play fight or fuck. he loved it.
his nights are full of tossing and turning.
he spent the first week not washing his sheets, sleeping face down on your side of the bed. the second week he washed his sheets every night, trying to rid his nose of the phantom smell of you. the pillowcase you used is shoved deep into his linen cabinet. he now sleeps on the couch. he had to wash all of his t shirts too, the ones you’d steal to wear to bed with nothing under. he rummaged through his dresser in his old room in Wayne Manor hoping to find ones to wear that didn’t smell like you. ones that didn’t make him think of you pulling them off in the middle of the night, to then sink down onto his cock. you’d toss it onto the ground while you straddled him, smiling down at him.
he couldn’t sit and watch tv without thinking of all the times he’d gone down on you on the couch.
couldn’t brush his teeth without seeing the last time he’d bent you over the sink, thrusting into you while your breath fogged the bathroom mirror.
he couldn’t go out to eat at any of the restaurants by his apartment without seeing the two of you at a table, you stealing one of his fries or swapping sandwiches to try the other’s order.
he still couldn’t go to the little family-owned grocery store, not when the old couple that ran it knew both of you by name.
couldn’t look at his keys without seeing the keychains you’d bought him.
his every waking moment was spent with thinking of you, all you, always you.
you were everywhere,
he thought about how you’d beamed when he’d first asked you out, your eyes shining when you’d nodded yes.
how surprised you’d looked when he finally told you he was nightwing, and how you made him pinky swear to be careful.
he couldn’t appreciate enough how you had always been gracious when he’d show up late to dates, bruce always needing his help with something or other.
he thought of the way you’d looked washing the dishes, up to your elbows in suds when he’d roll in from the window, coming up behind you to kiss you and push you over to the couch while he’d finished the dishes, still in his nightwing suit.
what you’d looked like when you opened the promise ring he got you, and showed you his matching one. you’d both gotten teary eyed then.
the way you tried to hide the fact you’d been crying when he came home from patrol one night.
when your expression would change after he’d tell you he had to miss a family dinner at your mom’s house. you thought he wouldn’t notice but c’mon, he was trained by batman.
how your face had crumpled like his heart did when he had realized what he needed to do. when he had said he loved you more than anything, but knew that you deserved to be treated better, and that he couldn’t give you that right now. couldn’t give you all of his time like he wanted to.
you’d accepted it, nodding while tears slipped down your cheeks silently, walking out of his apartment to go stay at your mom’s house.
it’d been two weeks, three days, ten hours, and seven minutes, yet dick hadn’t accepted it. and your toothbrush was still next to his. so he didn’t think you’d really accepted it either.
but yet, you were now nowhere.
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