#LOST ONE'S WEEPING ; senpai

[heartheaded]

💔< ❝The news? You’re asking if I stay up until midnight to watch it?... That’s a strange question, I didn’t know the program ran that late. No, uh--actually, I think my television loses signal or something around that time. I just see static. Sometimes images. I leave it on for the sound.❞ he laughs.

💔< ❝Is that strange? Sorry.❞

( persona 4 exclusive open )

#LOST ONE'S WEEPING ; senpai #THE BIFROST CALLS {open}

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 20

scratching - bokuto koutaro x reader

word count: 750

kinktober masterlist

In his first week of joining MSBY, Hinata received the shock of his life when he first saw Bokuto shirtless in the locker room.

“Bokuto-san!” He had gasped, eyes widening when they fell on his senpai’s back. Red scratches lined the wide expanse of skin, some long and thin, some short and choppy, scattered between them were small, crescent shaped markings that looked an awful lot like nails digging into skin. Bokuto had turned around at the sound of his name, staring curiously at Hinata until the boy had gestured to Bokuto’s marred back questioningly. He laughed.

Bokuto was a beast on the court. So he didn’t understand why people were surprised that he was a beast in bed too. Nothing about him was subtle, so of course, the remnants of his sex life lived on his skin proudly, and he had no desire to hide them. After Hinata got over his initial shock, he realized how on-brand this actually was. Bokuto was an intense person, loud and proud, and he met the same standards in all areas of his life. All of them.

So when Bokuto fucked you into the mattress, pounded his cock into your little hole, he didn’t protest against your body’s reactions, didn’t mind when you screamed and arched, arms wrapping around him and nails digging deep into his skin. He welcomed it, reveled in the pricking and burning on his back when you dragged your fingers over it, crying into his ear about how good it felt, how you had missed his cock filling you up the way it was right now. He would watch your teary eyes and flushed face, feeling the last vestiges of his control slip away at how pathetic and whiny you looked, reduced into a mess because of him.

Your feet would kick out, twitching and trembling when he found that one glorious spot deep inside you, the tip of his dick hitting it again and again, hips smacking into you with purpose. One of his hands would reach for the headboard, holding himself steady as he lost himself to the feeling of your tight, fluttering walls, squeezing so gloriously around his shaft that it only made him go faster, thrust harder, hearing you squeal and arch until your breasts pressed to his bare torso, and your nails dug deep, likely drawing blood, little swipes of your hands as you came around his dick, crying at how good he made you feel.

There was a sharp, sharp sting that came with your nails. When you would first dig them into Bokuto’s back, he didn’t feel much, but as time passed and Bokuto kept thrusting into you, he would feel a thin burn, tracks of it shooting their way down his back until they made him tense up, and all the blood rushed to his cock. The pain would muddle his brain so gloriously it made him feral. And all he could think of was filling your begging, weeping cunt full of his cum.

The snug, wet warmth of your pussy, combined with the tingling fire on his back, was what made him empty his load into you, eyes rolling up as his hips stuttered, smacking his hips into you one last time before he came deep inside, feeling as if his very soul was being sucked out of him and into the welcoming embrace of your greedy cunt. It was enough to make Bokuto black out for a moment, so lightheaded that, for a split second, he would forget his own name.

He wouldn’t even register the aftereffects of your passionate activities until he heard your horrified gasp behind him in the shower.

“Kou, your back!” Your eyes wide with guilt, one hand covering your mouth in shock. Bokuto would blink in confusion as you fussed over him, not understanding what the big deal was. So you had scratched him up while having sex, what was the problem here? It felt good when you did it, and it still felt good afterward. He could feel the sting whenever he moved, a reminder of his bedroom activities, a huge boost to his ever-hungry ego. And when he would try to explain it to you, proudly yet childishly calling them ‘battle scars’, you would huff out a worried laugh, only backing down when he reassured you over and over again that he liked it, loved it, in fact. Would proudly carry the signs of your pleasure on his back. Would be willing to show everyone how good he made his girl feel.

The entire volleyball team already knew, and if some paparazzi were to conveniently catch him shirtless at any time, the whole world would know too. And Bokuto had no problem with that.

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[versegm]

Mash digs the grave herself. 

The soil is too hard for any of the staff to lend a hand. With the contract broken, Mash doesn’t have any more strength than the average human either, but what she lacks in power she makes up with stubbornness. The result is a shallow, dirty mess, which will surely be unearthed after the first rain. But this is the only thing she can give. 

She wants to lower the body too, but the effort of digging took too much out of her. The Chaldea staff does it in her stead. Meunière spreads a blanket over the trunk, hiding most of the injuries. Like this, it almost looks like Senpai is sleeping.

For a moment, there is nothing but silence. No one wants to be the first one to speak.

Eventually, Director Goredolf steps forward. “I… know I have not known the Master of Chaldea for long, compared to some of you. But they were still- very influential to me. I owe them my life, multiple times over.” Mash remembers- the first time he stepped into Chaldea. The arrogance and disdain dripping off his every word. There is none of that right now. He looks down at the corpse, pain all over his features. 

“We disagreed on many things.” The New Director continues. “But they were- truly, one of the bravest, one of the strongest, one of- of the kindest people I have ever met. They were… a splendid human.”

Yes. Senpai… was a human. Despite what anyone might think, mage or demon pillar or servant- they were a human. Just a simple, ordinary human.

And ordinary humans die when they are killed.

“Senpai was…” What can she even say here? How can one summarize an entire life, and entire relationship, in a handful of words? Nothing she can could possibly be enough. Nothing she can say can possibly give them justice. “They were… my first friend. My best friend. They were… they were everything to me.”

And now they’re gone.

She had lost the doctor. She had lost Da Vinci. Through everything, through everything- they had been the one person she could always lean on.

And now she is the last one. 

“I…” Her voice cracks, then. Her whole body seizes, overtaken by grief, and she hiccups a sob.

It’s like a dam has broken. One by one, the people around the grave start weeping as well. Director Goredolf stands quietly, tears streaming down his face. Meunière wails, a profound, broken sound from the depth of his soul. Sion closes her eyes, huffs, then punches a nearby tree.

“Damn it,” she hisses, “damn it all!”

So, this is it. This is the end. Without anyone with Master affinities, they’re all doomed. Without servants, none of them have the firepower to survive this.

Still, they have to try. To honor their sacrifice, if nothing else-

“Oh thank god I found you guys in time.”

The entirety of the Chaldea crew turns at the same time, facing the voice. The sight renders Mash speechless.

Senpai stands among the bushes, well and alive, while their corpse lies barely a few feet away.

Their gaze goes from Mash, to the grave, to Mash again. “Ah. This is. Really awkward.” 

“You-”

Mash doesn’t know who spoke up, and she doesn’t care. Senpai jumps into the clearing, hurrying towards them. “Look, I’m really, really sorry, but I’m kind of on a time limit here. I give it maaaybe two hours until Benni-Enma tracks me down, three if I’m lucky and she fights the Wild Hunt on the way for custody over my soul. So. Uhm. Can I ask you guys to grieve me later? Please? We have to move now.”

“You are dead.” It’s Director Goredolf this time. He looks like he’s been hit by a truck. “You- you are dead. We buried you.”

“I know.” They smile at him, because why wouldn’t they? “But if you don’t move now, you all will die too. Please. I can’t help you guys as much as I used to. I don’t know how long it takes to crawl out of an underworld. We need to do as much as possible while I’m here.”

Mash recognizes that attitude. They’ve been like that for as long as Mash can remember. Always looking forward. Sometimes, it felt like if they paused for a second, if they looked back even once- they would die. Like a shark, at risk of drowning the second it stops moving. Sometimes, it felt like they were running at full speed, because the road beneath their feet was crumbling, and if they thought back on their losses, if they spent too long reminiscing, they would fall apart with it. Senpai is urging them all to do the same now- Eurydice begging Orpheus to leave her behind, to just move, move, move, crawl as far as they can, to keep their sorrow in until they’re safe to express it.

Mash hates it. She hates it like she has never hated anything before.

But they are running out of time.

She reaches out, grabs Senpai’s arm. She’s still crying, but she refuses to let the tears blurry her sight. “Lead the way, Senpai.”

#fate #my writing #death tw #fate grand order #fgo

[cubedmango]

HELP):£:)😭 the idea of him being completely clueless until the very end with them actually clarifying it has me in tears cause it’s not even in the usual annoying straight people way it’s just him being: Rokkaku™️ and because he loves the both of them so much I can imagine after his 404 error moment he’d be so happy for them to the point where ppl joke that he’s their work son with the way he trails behind them everywhere (forget work husbands/wives this one’s NEW!) like remember at the wedding he was one of the most elated people there right next to fujisaki oh I love them☹️

YESSSSSS WORK SON ROKKAKU IVE BEEN SAYING THIS SINCE DAY 1 !!!! HE WOULD DO THIS !!!!!!!! hes a little lost at first but hes got the spirit hes going to support them in everything!!!!!! literally the littlest guy ever he cares all his senpais so much Weeps ......... i wish everyone a rokkaku in their lives tbh 😔

#theres a special place in my heart for the dramas office gang theyre so important to me #the fact we didnt get to see rokkakus reaction to Finding Out is criminal honestly . s2 should happen just for this- #also extremely underrated but the rokakku and fujisaki friendship ooouhgghgghhg They Make Me So Emotional #my answer

[sunsumu]

hi!! can i request some manager headcannons for aoba johsai or fukurodani and how they interact with the team?? i’d really love to see some cute and crackhead moments

my two favourite teams i love them sm was it unfair making seijoh’s so much longer because i like them more? yes. do i care? no.

aoba johsai manager hc <3

okay so oikawa approached you to ask you to be their manager

the glares you got from other girls when they saw you talking to their beloved oikawa-senpai <3

as soon as you entered the gym, yahaba saw you and then dropped the ball in his hands

he then immediately ran over to kindaichi and started whispering to him

then there’s a ball at your feet and yahaba is running over to you

“yoohoo~”

“yahaba shut the fuck up and leave our new manager alone. no one wants to hear your crusty ass flirting”

iwaizumi is immediately next to you and he takes you aside to whisper something to you

“i’m really sorry. if shittykawa forced you into this, don’t feel bad about leaving alright? this team is a mess and oikawa makes rash decisions.”

“mean iwa-chan! she agreed of her own free will!”

“wait actually? oh i’m so sorry then you should leave while you can”

hanamaki and matsukawa like to fuck with literally everyone and they will use you to help them

they got the whole team in to prank oikawa

they pretended that they were actually part of a fucking basketball club

you even borrowed a bunch of basketballs from the actual basketball team

oikawa fucking shrieked and started crying

you always comfort them after losses

the whole team takes their losses really hard so you always try to comfort them and maybe treat them to some food after

they all really respect you even kyoutani

kyoutani literally respects you more than oikawa and it lowkey pisses him off

you like to give motivational speeches before games and literally every time there is at least one tear shed

so we all love them but some of them are not the smartest

cough matsukawa cough

you sometimes tutor them if they need extra help!!

the whole team treats you like you are their lord and saviour and im pretty sure most of them had a crush on you for maybe at least five minutes

whenever you go to a game, you have to stop oikawa from finding ushijima to beat him up

“OI Y/N I SEE USHIJIMA LET GO OF ME IM GONNA BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS”

“no because youre going to come crying to me when he ignores you”

“IM GONNA BEAT HIM UP”

“no youre gonna walk up to him, he’s gonna say ‘you shouldve come to shiratorizawa’ and then youre gonna start crying”

SEIJOH HAS BEEF WITH LITERALLY EVERY TEAM AND ITS ALL BECAUSE OF OIKAWA??? LIKE HOW???

you try to get kunimi to participate in more activities but so far nothing has worked

the man just wants to sleep but like hell you’re gonna let him get what he wants

the team has a groupchat and for some reason THEYRE ALL AWAKE AT UNGODLY HOURS AND SPAMMING MEMES LIKE PLS GO TO SLEEP

theyre all really chaotic and stupid and they would honestly be lost without you

fukurodani manager hc <3

lets get this straight even though theyre not they are FUCKING LOUD

bokuto does not shut up. ever.

yukie and kaori invited you to the team since both of them were third years and would have to leave eventually

as soon as you entered the gym, bokuto immediately just started talking to you about everything and anything

konoha had to come up to him and yell at him to shut up

akaashi teaches you the basics of taking care of bokuto’s emo mode and soon enough you have the list of over 34 weaknesses memorized

team has sleepovers sometimes <33 but the only way they can be summed up is “ALL HELL HAS BROKE LOOSE GOD IS DEAD AKAASHI IS WEEPING”

this team is fucking WILD right

there is never a dull moment in practices

between bokuto’s screaming, konoha beating up bokuto, and washio silently judging everyone, you’re not sure what you’re meant to pay attention to first

yukie tells you to just ignore them and she takes you to hang out with her and kaori

yukie and kaori are probably your best friends at this point

whenever you have practice matches with nekoma, kuroo tries flirting with you which leads to the whole team glaring at him

kuroo saw his life flash before his eyes that day

whenever you’re at training camps, you all stay up really late playing games and stuff

akaashi always wins. everyone thinks he’s cheating

they are disasters and they need you to function basically

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #seijoh #seijoh manager #aoba johsai #aoba johsai manager #fukurodani #fukurodani manager #haikyuu headcanons #manager headcanons #oikawa #iwaizumi #bokuto #akaashi #admin imeda

[althephie]

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

to 100-0

like so sad

do i feel bad for doing this to yall yes. but i am curel to myself too! so have fun!

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

- akaashi took advantage of his childhood friend y/n knowingly, and ghosted her for someone else.

I got my driver's license last week

her e/c looked out of the front of her car watching herself drive past down her street.

Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me

the female could feel her eyes watering as her tears stream down her face wetting it. reminding her of the day that she found the love of her life with someon else. oh how much she cried that day.

she wanted to punch his stupid perfect face

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything

akaashi was just perfect.

that it was too good to be true

To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Crying 'cause you weren't around

y/n was so heartbroken when she saw him at their favorite cafe with someone else. he had ghosted her for the past 2 weeks and barely contacted her. they were dating still and it hurt her.

on a very cold winter day, she decided to go get some coffee. instead of happy memories rushing in the heartache did.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me

she was a pretty blonde foreign girl, who was tall and had beautiful green eyes. she was definitely older than y/n and akaashi. she was mature. she had a perfect body.

she was perfect.

perfect eyes

perfect body

perfect everything.

the blonde was also just perfect.

She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

the h/c was driving mindlessly as despair surged into her body as if it was her only life support. the only thing that kept her alive was her own depression.

ironic isn't it?

the thing that killed many, made her stay alive.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone

another round of tears flooded her eyes as a sinking feeling in her chest bloomed. she remebered confronting him alone.

he kept a straight face.

his once warm eyes were now cold.

he looked at her with such disgust and annoyance.

it broke y/n...it made her feel so insecure.

so useless

so stupid

all the dark-haired male had to say was....

" bye."

Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Lifeless e/c eyes looked and examined the house that he lived in remebering all the times they had in his front yard.

the small cheesy picnics

the snowball fights with their friends

the stargazing

the pictures they took of each other.

the warm feeling of the sun touching their skin while their hearts skipped a beat each time they touched or made eye contact.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them

her friends

their friends

they did not know about his girlfriend, until they all reunited during spring break of her 2nd year of college. instead of seeing y/n and akaashi being lovey dovey. they saw akaashi and some girl.

who even was she?

y/n’s once lively self was dull and stoic. usually she would jump into bokutos arms and fangirl over how cute hinata was still, but instead they all received a fake smile. it broke their hearts and angered many.

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

bokuto, the one who introduced you two as children was offended. she was his cousin. he asked akaashi for his reasons without anyone knowing. akaashi just looked away and shrug.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

“ i didn’t feel the spark anymore, but when i met Kila. she became the sun in my eyes. she is so bright and gorgeous. she is just...amazing….”

“ y/n was just the moon during a winter sky. cute but dull and boring. she could be bright, but did not stand out, i guess ”

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

in that moment, akaashi’s grey-blue eyes widened when he saw a fist coming straight to his face. Akaashi fell to the floor and looked up at his senpai in shock.

he had never seen bokuto look that scary before. instead of going into emo mode, he went into pissed off mode. His eyes piercing into the younger males soul

the nerve

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

“ WE ARE ALL CHILDHOOD FRIENDS!! SHE LOVED YOU!! AKAASHI” the white-haired male shouted with tears running down, “ YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BROTHER!! YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER HURT HER!! YOU ASSHOLE!”

“ Y/N IS NOT DULL!! SHE IS NOT JUST CUTE! SHE IS FUCKING GORGEOUS WAY BETTER THAN THAT STUPID BLONDE YOU HAVE NOW!! “

unknowest to them, y/n was sitting against the wall of the building the two had met up and cried silently.

“ YOU-Yo...You promised me...you promised.”

bokuto weeps falling onto his knees infront of his bestfriend.

he promised to take care of her and love her

to never hurt her

and he failed

“ i guess her light is to bright that it...*choke* it blinded you akaashi....it blinded you from seeing her beauty.”

Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

this y/n shook her head and woke up from her daydreaming. she did not know that she stopped the car in front of his house for a minuts. the s/c female sighed shakingly and pushed on the pedal to continue on going.

she needed to move on...but she knew she would never.

Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

she continued on driving more hearing his laugh ringing in her ears as memories kept on flushing through. she hoped he was happy

she hoped it was worth it for him

losing all his friends

losing his bestfriend

losing her

Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

present y/n looked up with a microphone in hand as she watched the audience infront of her sing the lyrics.

they all looked at her with eyes of support

the same ones her friends and family gave her as she tried to move one

y/n broke down smiling and blowing kisses at her fans as she sang her song

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

she was letting it out

she finally moved one

she wanted everyone to know that she was inlove once to and that no one is alone.

she felt free and happy

and...she got her drivers license. yeah, she was 20 years old, and should have gotten it earlier, but she had him...she had him to take her away from here.

now she has herself and her license

one that they planned to get it together after akaashi said that she needed one even if she sucked at driving. it made the two laugh.

now that was just a memory

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

she sung softly

not noticing a pair of grey-blue eyes staring up at her with awe. the girl he called “ dull and boring” was far from that, he was blind.

her brightest was so bright that it made him blind.

“ whoever broke y/n like that it stupid”

“ right? when she said that her ex ghosted her and left her for someone else it was so sad! they were childhood friends too!”

“ his lost.”

“ it was your lost akaashi.” he muttered to himsef watching the female laugh and cry at the song, she wrote about their love story.

'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

she finally felt free after writing this song, but her love for the boy was still there. first love is hard fo forget of course. it’s the one that hurts the most.

she was not perfect

he was not either

it took him to realize how much he needed her

when he let her go

akaashi was wrong

she was bright

she was not dull

he was just blind to it all...

blinded by her beauty

blinded by her personality

and her glow

that it made him ignorant to it all.

maybe his beautiful y/n was too bright for him

too bright for him to handle.

as i said sorry but not sorry T-T

i am also crying tbh. if yall are.

bc idk why i hate it when ppl cheat but i keep reading angsty fanfics about it bc they are so good. don't cheat ppl it hurts

i will be uploading more on my masterlist soon! so watch out!

#akaashi x reader #akaashi angst #akaashi keiji #reader #reader insert #akaashi oneshot #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #bokuto #hinata #haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #x reader #one shots #angst #haikyuu angst #fanfic

[mrskurono]

i’ll get u to spill about kageyama’s senpai kink one day 👁

no but i totally get what u mean with osamu tho, i just rlly want to see him cry from being so aroused 😃. idk, like i ain’t that horny or anything i kinda just wanna see him crack you know. i want to see him writhe on the bed and pulling at the sheets 😩 atsumu on the other hand acts tough but wants to be babied ✋🏼🙄

(ok but imagine plugging up osamu with a vibrating buttplug while he cooks breakfast or smth lol)

- 🪢 i read over that threesome thirst too many times and lost confidence so it’s going into the drafts to never see the light of day again thanks 😙

I may or may not be hemming and hawing over just writing the senpai kink + threesome idea in my head so you might get me to break sooner than you think bc my impulse control rn is 0% as we head into Aries season 👁👄👁

Just want some mental, emotional and physical corruption kinky shit going on with ‘Samu ok. Ain’t nothing serious, I just like, wanna see him break and become my bitch is all. Y’know, normal things 😏

(aye literally can’t stop thinking about fucking him stupid then making him make me breakfast in nothing but and apron + the cutest little plug (maybe it has a tail idk) in him. Nice dorito shaped man having to grip the counter for composure in the middle of making me breakfast bc he has to <3)

*weeps in horny* Tuck me away in the dark with the threesome idea I need to be fed and now I’ll starve T^T jk (do people still say that? Am I old?) It’s probably not bad!! I mean...it’s bout my husband, I’m a glutton, sometimes I just stare at him bc well why not, so you know, feed me Kageyama content any day 😏

#your thirsts are immaculate so i know its good dont you fib to me #god no one says jk anymore im so old #anyways #babe ilysm #🪢 #anon #three.talks #hq thirst #osamu smut #osamu miya

[fairytsuk1]

my heart weeps for you. (a)

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

genre: angst

warning: graphic descriptions of injuries, character death

words: 3.1k

summary: please find me in my next life so I can properly tell you that I love you!

a/n: this is a long emotional one, please enjoy it :)

 Midoriya used to think that he'd only ever felt genuine sorrow in his life the day his mentor, father, and a love of his passed away.

 "I'm so proud of you, Young Midoriya...I suppose you aren't so young anymore, are you?" his hand rested atop his poofy hair, Toshinori could almost see him when he was much younger. When his embraces still had the familiar teenage gentleness behind them, he'd grown up so much, "I am proud of you. To know that you are my successor is the greatest gift you could have ever given me." 

 Midoriya had watched Toshinori take his final breaths after he proudly exhaled those three long-lasting words. He didn't cry then. Only when he was lost in the coldness of his bedsheets did his heart weep from anguish as though he had lost a part of himself. He hated the sky and the way it shone so brightly because he would never get to see All Might look up at it once more before smiling. 

 The world looked at the number one hero as a symbol of peace and that he was! He saved the day as Deku with a small pin of his former mentor near his breast, a constant reminder that he was always with him. Grief lasted what felt like forever, but every day things grew just a bit easier. Only, his biggest regret was that Toshinori Yagi had never gotten to meet you. He would have loved you. It seemed that people who had changed Izuku's life could never coexist. It was if life was trying to tell him something. 

 In the end, it's just you.

 The next time he felt genuine sorrow was on a day bright like the one before. Though the pain wasn't because of how alone he felt or how much he missed those who had passed...No, he felt the wave of sorrow overtake him the moment you'd died in his arms. Unlike last time, he wept. His heart cried out for you even when he chose not to think about it. It wept his entire life, for he was never able to find the same type of love ever again.

 "Deku! It's me, Signal, I'm sorry I'm late! The train was packed! This lady asked for help retrieving her cat, and I just couldn't say no in my hero get-up! But I am truly honored to be your sidekick. I will do my best for our newfound team!"

 You were young and bright and so colorful. Your hero outfit was a pure white and gave you this sense of innocence, but the red rings gave you a bold and courageous aura. You looked more like an angel rather than a hero. He didn't prefer the traditional cliches when it came to romance, but he couldn't help but feel shocked when suddenly things seemed brighter around him. You made things seem brighter.

"Huh?! It's no trouble at all! Really, don't worry about it! That was great for you to do, you're gonna have everyone's vote in the popularity poll if you keep it up. Ready for patrol?"

 You reached into your bag and grabbed a clunky helmet with a black shaded screen, it covered your face. Midoriya felt a frown tug his lips before scolding himself. Why are you frowning at her costume? You haven't known her well enough to be upset by how she looks! Later, he would grin in happy remembrance when he had gone to visit your grave. He hadn't frowned because he thought you were ugly, he'd frowned because he thought you were beautiful.

 You talked a lot, mostly about the latest things in pop-culture and anything to do with animals. You seemed to be really into music and saving stray dogs. You also tended to ramble about the mundane things in life like blue-spotted pigeons or plump old ladies offering homemade churros. You also ate with your helmet on, and it made you look pretty silly. He couldn't stop himself from grinning every time you turned your whole body to talk to him. You never knew what he was smiling at. 

 "Okay, watch this!" he watched you intently while sitting on the park bench, he didn't want to ask what exactly he was supposed to be seeing and had no idea if there was supposed to be anything at all.

"Um-haha! I don't see anything--"

 Neon pink. A blushing emoticon with small letters appearing under it. 

 "Signal loves Deku!"

 It was like he could hear Mina's words saying that when he blushed, he looked like a firetruck. He was sure he looked like a million firetrucks right then.

 "It's true! I'm a big fan and I've always dreamed of being near you! It's like a confession towards your senpai! Have you ever seen those types of anime? It's usually done better in the manga, but I like the romantic connotations either way. Pretty cool, right? During a stressful mission, I thought it might be better to display messages so people would know it's okay while I'm still kicking ass! Also-" 

 He laughed so sweetly that it felt like drinking honey and milk. He'd never heard of displaying messages like that, it was different! But it was a good type of different, a uniqueness that made you stand out. It was weird how he had only briefly met you once under the cherry blossom trees when it felt like he'd known you forever. He had only first seen you in your third-year school sports festival at his Alma Mater, but it felt like he'd been with you before. Your energy felt so familiar, and you felt so warm. He chalked it up to your infectious bubbly personality, but he had no idea how deep your energy truly ran.

 His sidekick Signal gave him a rush he had never felt before. You were sweet, but your quirk was terrific and incredibly powerful, you could sense civilians and give out concentrated waves of vibrations to either alert heroes or ward off villains. The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine because when he punched? You rescued. When you signaled? He arrived. When you both started? You both finished. 

 "Hey, Deku? Did you know that I love spicy pork ramen?"

"Is this your way of telling me we should get ramen?"

 "...No."

"Let's go then! I'll pay since I  am  the older one, of course," he grinned back at you, "let's get going short-stuff!"

 "I'm average!! We've been over this before you bozo!"

 It wasn't a date, it was just dinner after work. No biggie. Midoriya didn't need to fix his hair when he walked past the department stores' glass, and he didn't need to nervously look away from your eyes when you spoke with such intensity. 

 "Am I too young for you?"

 His beer sputtered out from his lips like a faucet; quickly, he began to mumble apologies as the brown liquid was wiped away from the table and his chin, "young?! What do you mean too young?!"

 "It's just as I said! I'm only nineteen and you' re-gosh-like twenty-five? No, twenty-six! Am I too young for you?"

"Hey!! I'm only twenty-three! I'm not some old geezer or a pervert or something!! ... You're just fine but...dating looks problematic, so we should just avoid it. Especially for your future career because of power dynamics and stuff."

 "Dating? I was talking about being a sidekick."

"W-What?!"

 You tossed your head back and barked out a laugh as you blatantly made fun of him, "I'm just messing with you! I meant what I said. If it's so problematic, then please wait for me!"

 It had only been six months since he'd met you under a bright blue sky with one wispy cloud floating in it. It had been only a year since he first saw you on his tablet with the most radiant smile on your face even though you'd lost to your opponent.

 It had only been six months since he had properly gotten to know you, and it was at this moment he could confidently tell himself that he loved you. Even with that clunky helmet.

"Okay, I'll wait for you. But you better not make me wait too long! Who knows what'll happen?"

 He wished he wouldn't have jinxed it.

 Red was a fantastic color on you and you knew it. It was merely coincidental that it matched his tie and the two of you looked like a couple. The whispers and comments weren't malicious, they were just curious. Who was Deku toting on his arm? Why did they look so compatible? At first, your curious eyes wandered all over the Pro-Hero Praise Party. (It has an official name, but after hearing your joyful excitement of being able to attend a "Praise Party," it just stuck.). You took it all in before glancing back at him with an open mouth of awe.

 "So, are the snacks any good?"

 Of course you were amazed. After shrugging in response to your question, Midoriya watched you quickly run off to chat with some of the girls, Uravity and Froppy. You were weird if he was going to be honest, you had this childlike excitement that followed you wherever you went but at the same time...you had a presence. It was commanding, demanding, and it called everyone to pay attention to you. You shone so brightly that it stuck to people's hearts like superglue; walking away almost made his vision go blurry because oh my god, please don't let that force be taken away from me.  

 You always came running back though. When things began to get a bit more intense with flirtatious comments or lots of alcohol, you were always there to seek comfort. With your exuberant nature came his calming one. You two fit together like two peas in a pod.

 "Izuku? I have to tell you something."

"Yeah?"

 "I...I had a good time! Thank you for bringing me as your plus one to the party!"

 He raised a brow in confusion as the two of you stood outside your apartment complex.

"Oh! I had a good time too! We should go to more, it's fun with you," was that coming on a bit too strong? Is that  creepy ?! "I--"

 Soft lips on his cheek, you had to go up a step because he was just that much taller than you. The gloss made it a bit sticky but you pulled away with a heart-shaped smile.

 "Pervert! You're blushing!"

"You're the weird one! Didn't your parents ever teach you not to fool around with older people??"

 "Psh, don't pull the 'I'm your senior' schtick!! I heard enough about it from Mr. Ground Zero!..."

 He smiled and stepped down, letting a hand squeeze your shoulder. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable with too much affection.

 "Well...Big day tomorrow, I'm going to jump right into bed!"

"Got it! Me too! See you later, and thank you. F-For the kiss."

 You grinned, your teeth nearly blinding him as you squeezed his hand before turning to go into the complex. 

 "Also, that hand move was a little weird. Just hug me next time! There!" You stuck your tongue out and hummed, "romantic advice from someone younger than you! Suck it!"

 That night, he lay in bed, wishing you were there with him. You two could lie together or watch movies or do anything, really. He just wanted to be close to you. He liked being close to you. 

 You lie curled up on your side, eyes wide as the heat from your previous action coursed through your veins. Hands lightly rubbed the frilly fabric of the pillow before you squeezed your eyelids shut. Oh, how much you wished the warmth was his and not the space heater near your bed.

 SEND DISPATCH OUT! DEKU AND SIGNAL ARE UNRESPONSIVE! NO WORD FROM INSIDE THE BUILDING, WE NEED SOMEONE TO LIFT THE PILLARS! 

 Dust and crumbled roof fell onto Midoriya's face as he coughed and took in a deep inhale, the fall must've been bad considering the next cough brought up blood. Broken ribs? For sure, he'd broken enough bones to know that the affected area had been his ribs. He was just lucky enough that his hero costume provided enough support to keep him from having anything  too  serious. Well, he supposed broken bones were still pretty serious...his mind's wandering. Focus on the task at hand.

"Signal? Are you there?" Silence. He wheezed and moved away from the dust waterfall. It was a small area and...he could see the white of your costume easily! Hey! "Y/N! Oh, why didn't you say anything…"

 The words died in his throat. Red had pooled around you and a pillar lie where your midsection would be. Your helmet had cracked, and the screen was glitching between various emoticon faces. You lie still and stiff with your hair in your face. 

 "Izuku?..."

"Don't speak! Don't do anything! I'm gonna get this pillar off of you, and then I'm going to get you some help. Can you say okay?"

 "Kay...It doesn't hurt too bad…"

 He didn't respond as he leaped over the pillar to see the damage that had been done and how easily he could lift the object. He felt like vomiting when his feet landed on the bone in your ankle. It should've hurt badly with his steel-toed shoes and all, but you made no noise. He glanced back in concern before crouching down and examining your leg.

 "You're taking so long, I'm tired…"

"...Can you...can you move your leg?"

"What do you mean? They were crushed, can't feel 'em at all."

 If he pulled on your leg, the muscle and tendons would be exposed like red string and yarn. The blood would pool out of your thigh and further stain the concrete. The pillar that came crashing down had caught you on the way down, severing your spine when it hit the ground. If he lifted this pillar, your guts would spill out, and you would bleed out, and you'd be  dead  and holy fuck there's so much blood--

 You sniffled, you had figured it out too.

 "I can't feel them, Izuku, please, where are my legs?!"

"They're...Well…"

 "It's fucking, oh my god, they're not there. Izuku, am I going to die!? I can get surgery, right? I'll be fine!" You breathed heavily and began to squirm around, "I can still be a hero! I-I'm still a sidekick! It's fine, right?!"

"Please stop moving…" The chip in his ear buzzed loudly though all he could feel and hear was static. He felt paralyzed, what could he do? His favorite girl lies in two pieces because a building happened to collapse, "I'm coming back over there."

 You'd begun to cry in earnest, fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your arms beat down on the pillar.

 "Stop! I'm fine! Deku! Just pull this fucking thing off of me! I'm  fine !" You screamed out in fear, "Please!"

 He knelt down and cradled your head with his arms, he smelled like sweat and the rainforest. He felt his eyes well, he was hardly able to blink the tears back. Your voice wavered as you asked the dreaded question. It was much softer this time.

 "Will I die?"

  How do you tell someone they will die no matter what happens? The silence hung poignant in the air as the distant sound of sirens blared as background noise.

"I'm so sorry! It's my fault! I should've grabbed you when I had the chance!"

 "Shut up. Don't think like that. Don't say something like that!! How could it be your fault when a villain attacked this building? It wasn't you, was it?"

 Your arm reached up to his face and cupped his cheek, your eyes memorizing every green swirl and every eyelash. There was no time to ponder on what to say, the sirens grew closer. You didn't have time to think about how scary death was or what would come when it was all over. The pillar was going to be lifted soon, and then you'd be gone.

 "I'm sorry, Izuku. To leave you this way... I'm so sorry," the words felt like arrows in his heart. So final and spoken so softly. Like you'd already made up your mind, how could you make up your mind in a time like this?!

"You're not gonna leave; if I activate my quirk, I can race you to the medics in thirty seconds, maybe twenty. That's our plan, okay? And then I can--"

 "I love you."

"Stop it! Stop saying things like you're ready to go! You aren't! I'm not! Just stop!"

 "I love you."

"Please, I'm not ready...Please keep living with me, I just want to be with you!" He clenched his fist as tears freely fell onto your cheeks, mixing with your own, "This won't be your last time saying this, I promise! Just let me…" 

 You smiled, no teeth this time. Just your lips curving upwards.

"Don't leave me…"

 "I love you!" It was merely a whisper this time.

 The rock near them was blown away, surely by someone's quirk. But all he could see was your smile and your kind but sorrowful eyes.

 "I'm sorry I made you wait so long. I love you, Izuku."

 The lump in his throat ached as he smiled and took your hand off his cheek, interlacing the fingers together. The other free hand came to push the hair out of your face. Would he say it?

 He stared down at the red and white headstone, custom made. It even had your aura with the bright flowers adorning the soft patch of grass in front of it. He knelt down, leaving red and white roses. He supposed red should be an awful color, having seen you drenched in it in your final moments. But whenever he thought of red, he just remembered those rings that made you look so bright. That dress that made you look so beautiful. The lips that often smiled at him. The love you two had shared.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it then. But I hope you knew that I loved you too."

 It was another day of bright blue skies with fluffy clouds and warm wind. He guessed that All Might would have been enjoying a nice cup of tea while he reminisced. As for you, he assumed you'd be out there saving cats and dogs while accepting churros from strangers.

 It was one of the many bright blue-skied days, but one of the first without you.

#midoriya izuku #izuku x you #izuku x reader #bnha midoriya #midoriya angst #midoriya x you #bnha #bnha angst #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya angst #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia #boku no hero imagines

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Oh please, yes!!! I am a lover of whump, and hurt comfort, and I definitely have idea in mind. Like Dr. Iplier and someone (Yan) like gets out of control (emotionally or physically) and they have to be sedated... and it’s just Dr. Iplier comforting them while they slowly drift off against their will...

I like your style, Anon ;) So much so that I already wrote something like that in Chapter 9 of Unravel. But since that fic is (very) long and you may not want to read eight chapters of context, I also wrote a little something here, as a treat :3c Hope you like it!

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The building is silent.

All the egos, young and old, weak and strong, have shut themselves in their bedrooms, doors locked. Every important room is closed off. The greenhouse, the library, the control room, all of it locked and inaccessible.

The reason for this lockdown begins with Dark. He’s off on a business trip, but it’s been hours since anyone’s heard from him. All calls and texts have gone unanswered. The countless messages in his answering machine, if heard, have not gotten a response. He is probably busy with meetings, or the phone’s battery has died, or his phone has been lost or stolen. There’s any number of reasons for Dark to be ignoring messages, and him being injured or dead is the very least likely.

The reason for this lockdown ends with Yandere.

When he has no information to go off, he defaults to the worse-case scenario. His imagination is too active, his fear is too powerful, his rage is unstoppable. He staggers through the halls of Ego Inc., eyes blazing red, the tip of his katana dragging along the wall, alternating between giggling madly and weeping messily. He’s left Dark seventeen voice messages and texted him forty-two times. As far as he knows, Dark is dead in a ditch, and his mind can’t handle it. He’s out for blood, something to take his suffering out on. He’s already taken a slice out of Silver Shepherd for trying to talk him down. The other egos hide so they don’t suffer the same.

In the clinic, the two egos closest to Yandere discuss the situation.

“What now?” asks Dr. Iplier, keeping quiet lest Yandere hear him. “Everyone’s in a panic, and I’m reduced to texting King on how best to bandage Silver’s stab wound. He’ll hurt someone else eventually if we don’t stop him.”

“Maybe I could try talking to him,” says Wilford, only giving the situation half the gravity it deserves. “He’s just scared, I can help him feel better.”

“We both know the only person who could get through to him now is Dark,” Dr. Iplier mutters, thinking, “Unless he suddenly calls Yandere back, we’ll...we’ll have to subdue him somehow.”

“I can’t keep him in my void,” Wilford muses, frowning, “It’d tear him apart in an hour.”

“We could get him in his room and barricade it,” Dr. Iplier says, “But there’s no guarantee he won’t find a way out through the vents, or hurt himself if he can’t.”

They think.

“I think...” Dr. Iplier finally sighs, “That he has to be sedated. I can strap him down while he’s out, and he won’t be able to hurt anyone or himself. It should hold until Dark gets back to us.”

“Does that mean I’m on distraction duty?” Wilford asks.

“More like grabbing duty, if you can manage it,” Dr. Iplier replies. He moves to prepare a tranquilizer. “We only have one chance. Yan won’t let his guard down with us a second time.”

Despite suggesting it, and knowing it must be done, Dr. Iplier follows behind Wilford through the halls with guilt in his heart. He doesn’t want to think of shoving the needle in his hand into his boy’s neck. But he will. He has to. His job is to do no harm, and that means subduing those who would do harm, like Yandere now.

Before long, they reach him. His head snaps toward them, but he only looks at Wilford.

“What do you want, onii-san?” Yandere growls. He perks up suddenly. “Oh, did senpai call you? Or text you?”

“Uhhhhh...yes,” Wilford decides, “He did, as a matter of fact. He wants to talk to you, actually.” He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. “He texted me, you can text him back!”

Yandere laughs, loud and long.

“Onii-san, I can text him back from here,” Yandere chuckles. He eyes narrow. “That is, I can if he’ll truly respond. But he won’t. You’re lying to me, aren’t you, onii-san?”

“Name one time I lied!” Wilford protests.

“Just now,” Yandere snarls, before lunging at Wilford.

But Wilford is ready, and he sidesteps Yandere’s downswing, using a bit of quick teleportation to get behind Yandere. Dr. Iplier barely manages to get out of the way of Yandere’s weapon. Another swing would get him for sure, but Wilford grabs Yandere’s arms before he can try. Yandere screams and struggles violently. He screams louder when he catches sight of Dr. Iplier’s tranquilizer, nearly kicking the syringe out of his hand.

“Honey, honey, calm down, please,” Dr. Iplier begs.

“Fuck you, I won’t calm down!!” Yandere hollers, still twisting in Wilford’s grip. “Yami could be hurt, he could be dead! It’s been seven hours and thirty-two minutes and five seconds since he last said anything to me! Don’t make be calm!”

“Relax, sweetheart, it’ll be easier,” Dr. Iplier tells him, drawing closer.

“Don’t make me sleep!” Yandere cries. “Don’t you get it!? This is serious! You can’t tell me to calm down when you shouldn’t be calm, either!! You can’t do this to me!”

Dr. Iplier doesn’t reply, he only comes forward with the syringe, aiming for Yandere’s neck. But at the last moment Yandere kicks out, catching Dr. Ipleir’s leg, making him buckle. The needle goes into Yandere’s shoulder instead. Yandere gasps, Dr. Iplier curses, but an injection is an injection, so Dr. Iplier pushes down the plunger and unloads the sedative into Yandere.

“Fuck you!” Yandere yells, kicking out again. Dr. Iplier manages not to get kicked again as he removes the needle.

“Why’s he still awake?” Wilford asks, “You still gave him the shot, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but in a bad spot,” Dr. Iplier mutters, “It’ll take a bit longer for it to work.”

“I hate you! I hate both of you!!” Yandere wails, but already his struggling is weaker.

“You don’t mean that, love,” Dr. Iplier murmurs. He cups Yandere’s face in his hands. “You’re upset, and you’re scared.”

“Yami could be dead,” Yandere growls, standing but not moving.

“He isn’t, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know-” Yandere gasps, and his feet give out from under him. He slumps down, only in the air by Wilford’s hands on his arms.

“Give him to me,” Dr. Iplier orders, a rush of protectiveness running through him. Wilford obeys, and Dr. Iplier lowers Yandere to the ground, holding him close.

“No,” Yandere moans, “Don’t make me, don’t make me...”

“Shh,” Dr. Iplier whispers, one arm holding Yandere as the other hand strokes his cheek, “Go to sleep, love, it’ll be alright.”

“I want Yami,” Yandere whimpers, the red fading from his eyes as sleep overpowers his anger. A tear snakes down his cheek until Dr. Iplier’s finger catches it.

“I know, Yan,” Dr. Iplier murmurs, “We’ll figure out what’s going on, I promise.”

“I...I want...” Yandere’s eyes start to close against his will, he body starts to go limp.

“Shhhh,” Dr. Iplier murmurs, still stroking his cheek, “It’s alright son, I love you.”

After a few more moments of Yandere’s eyelids fluttering, his eyes finally droop closed, and his body relaxes into Dr. Iplier’s arms. Dr. Iplier sighs shakily as he stands, carrying Yandere and ignoring the hand Wilford offers to help him up.

“Doc, are you crying?” Wilford asks, bewildered.

“Let’s just get to the clinic to strap him down,” Dr. Iplier mutters, walking away.

#ask #anon #markiplier fanfiction #yandereplier #my writing #kristin says stuff #oof i went overboard #but i'm proud of this :) #the bit about sedative not working as well in the shoulder is probably wrong but what can you do #i'm not a doctor asjkhkdskjg #also dw about dark he def just got his phone stolen and it took him a while to track down the culprit

[stellacolletore]

08.21.2020

though i would hide it, in my face it still appears (it is true i love) anime: chihayafuru characters: oe kanade, mashima taichi/ayase chihaya summary: with a love like theirs, Kanade’s sure Taichi and Chihaya will be alright. note: covers the events from season 1 (had to rewatch a looot, taichi/kana brotp still the best), seasons 2&3, and my post-queen’s match headcanon (see 7 wonders of mizusawa for details)

i.

President Mashima swipes block over the stalker’s number, and suddenly, Kanade feels things fall into place.

He’s in love with Chihaya-chan.

There isn’t enough room for celebrating her newfound discovery as she laments over the fact that she’s the only one around with eyes that see this. Ergo, she’s the only one who would be knowingly standing along the sidelines, watching wherever the depths of love would take two of her dearest friends. Surely, there’s nothing more frustrating for a lovestruck girl than that.

Chihaya-chan gapes at her phone, totally lost on the purpose behind Prez’s gesture. Kanade sighs.

This love will really take its sweet time, won’t it? 

ii.

He’s just won his most important match to date and still, they find him only thinking of her.

“Chihaya, get up. Let’s go,” Prez is tugging Chihaya-chan’s limp arm, voice tinged with unusual urgency. Dazed at the turn of events, Kanade’s mind is unable to make sense of what’s happening in front of her. The match had gone most unexpectedlyーopening with Prez effectively losing the unnerving level of concentration that has kept him unbeatable throughout four straight games, continuing with the tension (and fault)-filled Class B finals that kept her, Chihaya-chan, and Hanano-san on edge until the last card, and ending with him donning a worried expression in place of a happy one after reaching the long-elusive Class A title.

Her inner voice spells the situation out for her. 

He’s taking her to Wataya-san. Prez thinks Chihaya-chan’s been watching the wrong match, the wrong boy, all along.

That certainly explains the oddly messy game he played with Yamamoto-san. 

But that’s not right.

Kanade’s about to shake him out of his self-sacrificing behavior when Chihaya-chan beats her to it.

“Omedetou, Taichi. Y-You’re Class A now. Congratulations.”

Like mirror, President Mashima’s eyes reflect Chihaya-chan’s glassy ones. Euphoria washes over him as he finally acknowledges his achievement. Kanade wishes she could capture the moment like a photograph, could mark it in long-lasting verses of poetry.

See, Prez? She cares for you just as much. It’s Wataya-san’s big match, too, but she’s only thought of you.

iii.

Prez is playing the game with his heart on the line, and finally, she’s looking at him.

Hanano-san sees this, too. Beside her, Kanade once again admires her kouhai’s pure love, steadfast in the face of heartbreak. It bears the same signature as the President’s, and a twinge of bittersweet feeling swirls in Kanade’s heart. She prays for Hanano-san’s own happiness before bringing back her attention towards the final and most personal match of the Yoshino tournament, sincerely hoping.

Please keep looking, Chihaya-chan. He’s there because of you. President Mashima’s made it there because he loves you.

iv. 

When President Mashima leaves the club, he takes a part of Chihaya-chan with him.

Kanade’s well-aware of what it is, and so she picks up the fallen microphone on the ground, abandoned in the wake of Chihaya-chan rushing out after him. Even though she’s equally left in the dark about Prez’s decision, she understands. That is why, with tears brimming in her eyes, Kanade holds the microphone to her lips, wills her voice not to waver.

You can leave this to us, she thinks, it’ll be alright. 

Needless to say, things are the opposite of alright after that, and soon enough, Chihaya-chan parted ways with the club as well.

Doubt, fear, and helplessness cloud over the remaining members of the Mizusawa Karuta Club now that their sun and moon are missing. Still, Kanade learns to find comfort in the fact that the string of fate tied between President Mashima and Chihaya-chan won’t easily give way. 

A wave of loneliness sweeps her with the chilly night air on the road home. Kanade draws warmth from a poem that sympathizes with her deepest hope of the moment:

Swift waters Parted by jagged rocks Are joined By the river’s end.

v.

Chihaya-chan is a formidable force, poise unbent and passion blazing just as strongly, even in the middle of unmet promises and a missing loved one. 

She pulls them in the classic team huddle. And talks about the fear and the hope she’s been avoiding since he walked out on the club and out of her life. 

“Mashima Taichi, a person who made the karuta club with me, quit the team, but… I believe he will be back someday, maybe years later, or tens of years later. In the meantime, I will become the queen. And...while I wait for him, I will make Mizusawa into a karuta powerhouse like Hokuo Academy…”

The karuta she plays against Wataya-san is one they’ve never seen before, but feels inexplicably familiar. 

It takes Kanade a remainder of the match to realize why. 

Poem 16. 

vi.

President Mashima comes back to fight for the place closest to Chihaya-chan.

In the end, the match went in Wataya-san's favor; leaving everybody in tears at President Mashima’s defeat and Wataya-san’s sincere display of gratitude at the Prez’s valiant effort in playing karuta. 

Kanade just dried her own tears off when she turned towards Chihaya-chan. “P-President Mashima gave it his all, did he not, Chihaya-ch…”

At the sight of the girl before her weeping with strong, bitter tears, Kanade’s thoughts come to a halting stop, untilー

If her tears are indeed for President Mashima,

Then he may just have reached the place closest to Chihaya-chan after all.

vii.

Nobody could believe it.

Chihaya-chan is going for the win, as if she hadn’t been on the brink of losing two matches ago. Taking Wataya-san’s advice of entering her own “arena”, Chihaya-chan played the third and fourth games as Mizusawa’s Ace, pushing the limits of her hard-earned skills and natural talents to get cards for her team. Kanade feels honored to be a part of Chihaya-chan’s strength.

Chihaya-chan swipes the last card at Wakamiya-san’s formation, and just like that, they’re down on the luck of the draw.

Kanade checks the two remaining cards on Chihaya-chan’s side. 

No way. 

There are a hundred cards in karuta, a hundred poems in Hyakunin Isshu, and yet those two cards remained. If this isn’t fate, Kanade doesn’t know what it is.

Kanade looks over at Wataya-san, watching Chihaya-chan’s match after claiming the Meijin title a game ago, and her suspicion is confirmed. The se card belongs to Wataya-san. 

And, of course, the tachi card is Mashima-kun’s.

This is more than sending a card, Kanade realizes. 

Fate is asking Chihaya-chan to choose.

She remembers a strategy Chihaya-chan has always followed as Harada-sensei’s star pupil. 

“Since I’m an offensive karuta player, I would send my special cards to my opponent, and it’s because I want to get some things badly that I would part with them. And I would go into the fight with the resolve to get them no matter what.” 

Chihaya-chan moves to pick up a card.

“Challenger Ayase-san sends ‘tachi wakare’...”

viii. 

“‘Let’s play karuta forever, Taichi’ーSince when?! Ayase-senpai, since when did you like Mashima-senpai? What do you just mean by ‘play’? Is it play, play or play as in let’s date and get married and live happily everーhmhm, mph!” Kanade cuts off Hanano-san’s tirade, noting Chihaya-chan’s rapidly reddening cheeks and startled eyes. “Hanano-san, shouldn’t you congratulate your senpai before anything else?” 

Hanano-san recovers quickly enough, her own cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and says, “Omedetou, Ayase-senpai. You’re incredible.” 

Chihaya-chan merely blinks at them in reply, and Kanade’s instantly worried that her brain has gone haywire after being cornered with Hanano-san’s frank questions. She lays a comforting hand on Chihaya-chan’s arm, thinking about what to say to divert her attention. “Chihaya-chan, Harada-san’s waiting at the break room for you. Shiranami Society’s already throwing a party there, why don’t we goー”

“I just don’t want him to disappear again.” Chihaya-chan’s looking straight at Hanano-san, a mixture of desperation and determination swirling in her eyes. “Apart from chiha, the card that I won’t absolutely let go of is tachi. I want to show him how much I want to get to him by sending and getting the card butー” her eyes start to glisten, her voice shaky, “ーbut he didn’t see me, didn’t he? He’s not here, he’sー”

“Chihaya-chan,” Kanade tries to conjure a warm, reassuring tone. “Don’t worry. If he hadn’t seen youーwhich I highly doubtーthen you’ve just got to show him again, right? You’re an offensive player, Chihaya-chan, I’m sure you won’t give up without a fight.”

Thankfully, those words are enough to quell Chihaya-chan’s despair. She fixes her posture, her resolve following suit, and her eyes twinkle with a newfound passion. She smiles, “Thank you, Kana-chan, Sumire-chan.” 

Kanade beams. President Mashima might have been MIA as of the moment, and Wataya-san is fast approaching with a look that tells he’s about to have a long, overdue talk with Chihaya-chan, but it’s all right. 

With a love like theirs, Kanade’s sure Taichi and Chihaya will be alright.

#chihayafuru #taichihaya #kanade oe #mashima taichi #ayase chihaya #kanade best wingwoman #come talk chihayafuru with me! #also posted on ao3

[heartheaded]

savior: TARO YAMADA

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NAME: Taro Yamada AGE: 18-25 PERSONALITY TYPE: Fragile VERSES: Danganronpa, Persona 4/5, OHS: Host Club, DDLC, more to come!

BACKGROUND: Taro Yamada was born to a typical mother and father, and has lived his entire life in a well-off neighborhood. Mostly, events leading up to high school had been uneventful. His only two true shining lights of his youth have been younger sister Hanako Yamada and childhood friend Osana Najimi. Taro never kept many friends due to his apparently bleak personality, so the three became truly inseparable as they grew.

Middle school was much the same, except Taro began learning how to be a real person. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about things or develop passions, but his ability to express emotions was lackluster and others often took that as a sign of his disinterest. Simply put, he never expressed them well at all outside of little events with his sister and bestfriend. Why? Because he never experienced anything too emotionally challenging like the loss of a loved one or excessive bullying--other kids would get bored when he didn’t respond.

However, Taro really wanted more friends, something to look forward to at school other than his treasured books with worlds much more interesting than this one. Taking an idea from one of those novels, Taro began to polish his craft of copy-catting. He would mimic the personalities to his best judgement of people who spoke to them, right down to body language and vernacular. Through his method, he eventually gained a sort of cult following around school, others beginning to regard him as a popular and well-known student with a heart of gold.

Once Taro--with his impeccable grades--was accepted into Akademi High, his life would change forever. Popularity can be a curse as well as a blessing, attract the wrong attention from the wrong people, and so it came to be. A certain unhinged girl would fall hard, and take others down with her.

Taro was just beginning to shape his own personality, borrowed from bits and pieces of others over the years to finally become a person, but all his progress would be swept away in one swift and unmerciful move. Osana was murdered. He knew it wasn’t a suicide. And his heart of gold broke into a million pieces.

He walked around like a corpse, falling back into that husking form he thought he’d abandoned all those years ago. Turns out that was just a crux, and Amai Odayaka would be the one to save him. She was the cooking club leader, and leaned into his weakness for sweets during a vulnerable moment. She would be the one to convince him to look deeper, to find who did this, even if she herself didn’t suspect a thing.

And then? She was gone too, in a freak food poisoning accident, and Taro didn’t believe it for a second. Someone so passionate about food would know better than to consume something contaminated or undercooked if it were made by their own hands, and Taro was convinced her works had been tampered with.

He wanted to express his feelings, but they refused to surface, and Taro would try to become a different person through a more socially acceptable method: drama club, under the wing of Kizana Sunobu. Not many liked her for her bullying tendencies, but she was always sweet to Taro and so he began to trust her too.

... Only for another accident to occur involving the rope of a sandbag around her neck.

Taro began to think he was cursed, and this would be true regarding several of his next found friends: Oka Ruto (cult club; sacrificed), Asu Rito (track; blunt force trauma), and Osoro Shidesu (delinquent; expelled & missing). He was holding on to himself to tightly, Taro wasn’t even aware he could break. Wasn’t aware of his own FRAGILITY. 

The final straw was Hanako, who went missing. The police searched restlessly for his sister, who would not be found for days. A month would pass, and eventually the news would drop: Hanako was found alive. She was captured by the yakuza. She was tortured, but not killed. She wouldn’t breathe a word of what happened to anyone but Taro, and when Taro managed to get a name out of her, his entire demeaner changed.

Ayano Aishi. At first, this name meant nothing to him, but he began to recall the presence of a girl in his peripheral. He noticed she would follow him everywhere, but he disregarded it for the most part. Their school’s resident info-expert would drop the hint back then, that he should watch his back, and he never managed to take that seriously until the pieces began falling together.

New evidence arose in the previous cases, and abruptly the student council leader and daughter of the principal, Megami Saikou, would be charged for the murders of his classmates. Taro eventually realized he was the only one that could provide information to prove her innocence, and so he began collecting more. And more. And enlisted Info-Chan for help. And so, he would began debunking Ayano Aishi’s alibis, finding deleted camera footage, and becoming aware of her terrifying yandere tendencies.

He donated his findings to the local authorities, Megami was released as her innocence was proven, and Ayano Aishi met her fate of being behind bars. She was unable to follow in her mother’s footsteps, and the rest was history.

... Wasn’t it?

#LOST ONE'S WEEPING ; senpai #//this is more like a drabble with the length but #//i loved his blog so much #//i want him back here ;;

[invokedsebas]

Creadores Destacados de Vocaloid (Parte 2)

Hola a todos , si bien en mi primera entrega he mencionado que la frecuencia con la que traeré esta sección de Creadores Destacados de Vocaloid dependerá del apoyo recibido, haré una excepción con las partes dos y 3 por que ya las tengo.  Soy consciente que ahorita no me lee ni el tato, pero no quiero rendirme tan fácilmente, lo hago más por mí que por un público ( aun así, me gustaría que si mi contenido es de tu agrado, consideres suscribirte a mi Blog para estar informado de nuevas entradas y también que compartas el Blog para atraer nueva audiencia).

Ahora, como es costumbre, primero unas aclaraciones importantes

¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° Importante °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸

Obviamente es desde un punto de vista personal.

Mi opinión puede cambiar.

Hay muchos por lo que hablaré en varias partes...

Acepto comentarios y sugerencias para las siguientes partes

La frecuencia con la que traiga las partes, dependerá de el apoyo que ustedes le den.

Los links estarán hasta abajo.

También me decidí por poner los Links de las versiones en JP y ENG hasta abajo por a alguien le interesa, posteriormente cuando sea más conocido, consideraré subir las Traducciones al Blog :3

Ahora sin más rodeo, supongo que es momento de empezar:

1) Hitoshizuku P x Yama ∆ : Bueno para empezar puse a estos dos juntos porque suelen colaborar a menudo, y lo hacen bastante bien, por lo que en vez de ponerlo como un puesto separado, los contaré como uno, ellos son bastantes conocidos en la comunidad por sus colaboraciones , sus canciones han salido en varios juegos y conciertos de Vocaloid. Por lo que no puedo decir mucho que no se haya dicho ya acerca estos personajes :3

Veredicto: 10 / 10

•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

Alice in N.Y

La serie de Canciones ∞Night ( Bad ∞ End ∞ NighT , Crazy ∞ NighT, etc)

Sister's ∞ mercY

Vampire's ∞ pathoS

Re: Birthed

Portrait of the Pirate F

Party x Party

»──── « ❀ » ────«

2) Mitchie M : Oh boy, este si que es un grande y un clásico ya dentro de la comunidad de Vocaloid,   Reconocido por 2 razones peculiares : Su tunning muy particular y la capacidad que tiene para hacer sonar a los Vocaloid de manera realista. Sus canciones tienen un estilo muy característico también, pero destacan por su cuenta.

Veredicto: 10/ 10

•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

FREELY TOMORROW

EAZY DANCE

Assasin Princess

Seraphin of the Ring

Ohedo Julia-Night

News 39

Ai Dee

Ageage Again

Viva Happy

Burenai Ai De

Amazing Magician

Jikoaisei Kawaims

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF

Mai Mai Mai

»──── « ❀ » ────«

3) NERU: Bueno, estamos a tope con los peces gordos de Vocaloid, honestamente sus canciones me transmiten un aura incierta, a veces pienso que Neru tiene uno o varios problemas que no le dice a nadie, y los toma como inspiración para sus canciones. No obstante, le salió bien la jugada, por que al día de hoy es uno de los más reconocidos dentro de Vocaloid.

Veredicto: 10/10

•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

- Electronic Genocide

- No Longer Human

- Abstract Nonsense

- Tokyo Teddy Bear

- Lost One's Weeping

- How-to Sekai Seifuku

- Idola no Circus

- Justitia of Life

- Terror

- Law-evading Rock

- Whatever Whatever Whatever

- Let's Drop dead

- SNOBBISM

- Becoming Potatoes

- Becoming Pigs Yeah Yeah

»──── « ❀ » ────«

4) Giga-P: Bueno, este es el que más complicado en mi opinión, es muy bueno haciendo música, pero las canciones que ponga es posible que salgan repetidas en entregas posteriores porque él hace la música, y colabora con montón de otros artistas / creadores de Vocaloid que hacen las letras y el uso de los Bancos de Voz,   por lo que me limitaré a hablar nada más de su música, es muy electrónica y Destacada, pese a las mencionadas colaboraciones, las canciones no suenan idénticas, cada una se destaca por letra, melodía, banco de voz, etc por lo que sin duda puedes tener a alguien versátil por si te quedas sin ideas ;3

Veredicto: 10/ 10

•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

Hibikase ( Reol )

BRING IT ON ( Reol )

Gimme×Gimme ( q*Left)

Wah Wah World ( Mitchie M )

Undead Enemy ( Suzumu )

+♂ ( Reol )

Persecution Complex Cellphone Girl (LOL) (Suzumu )

~ Entre paréntesis puse a los demás artistas involucrados en las canciones ~

»──── « ❀ » ────«

5) Pinocchio-P :   Una leyenda viviente dentro de vocaloid, maneja un estilo caótico y muy característico, también debo mencionar que en la mayoría de sus canciones hace dueto con Miku, Sus canciones, al igual que la mayoría de los de este post, son muy populares y han salido en conciertos y videojuegos de Vocaloid. Por lo que siendo sincero, que puedo decir de él que no se haya dicho ya? Muy buena música, letras, tunning muy característicos , etc

Veredicto: 10/ 10

•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

Common World Domination

Nice to meet you, Mr. Earthling

SLoWMoTIoN

Apple dot com

Matsuri da, Hey C'mon

Motivation is Dead

All I need is the things I like

Sick Sick Sick

Vocaloids are Lame

Ghosts Plays to the Audience

YOZURINA

Mei Mei

What's Inside

Zero

Love for Love by Love of Love

Whatever Yama Says Goes

Ultimate Senpai

Because You're Here

»──── « ❀ » ────«

6) Wowaka: Lo mejor para el final, un Grande dentro de la comunidad, un productor musical querido tanto dentro y fuera del país Nippon, alguien que nos maravillo a muchos con sus canciones..

Es uno de los mejores productores de Vocaloid, y para prueba de ello, el impacto que generó en la Comunidad la triste noticia de su muerte el día 5 de abril de 2019

Mucha fuerza y ánimo a todos los japoneses , familiares y amigos, fanáticos extranjeros que sintieron su muerte.   Donde quiera que esté, se que nos está viendo y velando por el bien de los Vocaloid.

Te queremos WOWAKA , nunca te olvidaremos

Veredicto: 10/10

.•♫•♬• Canciones Destacables •♫•♬•

Rolling Girl

Unhappy Refrain

Two-Faced Lovers

World's End Dancehall

Unknown Mother Goose

Doll of Building Blocks

»──── « ❀ » ────«

•♫•♬• Links •♫•♬•

1) https://www.youtube.com/user/fackingbee

2) https://www.youtube.com/user/MitchieMTV

3) https://www.youtube.com/user/NeruSleepOfficial

4) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvq3kUGY5Dbsdkr3DZx25Sw

5) https://www.youtube.com/user/pinocchiopchannel

6) https://www.youtube.com/user/hitorieJP

•♫•♬• Taducciones•♫•♬•

JP: http://aminoapps.com/p/oaz5plg

ENG: http://aminoapps.com/p/de8dnz

•♫•♬• Despedida •♫•♬•

Bueno, sin duda ha sido un blog muy elaborado, pero Wowaka lo vale, este mensaje no es el típico mensaje de "Adiós y nos vemos luego " , me gustaría que los lectores dejaran en los comentarios cualquier recuerdo que tengan de Wowaka , en plan experiencia, canciones favoritas, como te afectó su muerte y cosas así, es uno de los más grandes y nunca es tarde para reflexionar acerca de nuestra vida y la de los demás...   Hay que disfrutar a lo grande nuestra vida, y mantener en nuestros corazones a grandes ídolos como él, sin duda les deseo un Buen Día/ Tarde o Noche.

Gracias por leer 💓

#vocaloid #hitoshizuku x yama #mitchie m #neru #pinocchiop #wowaka #hatsune miku #music #musica

[by-inky]

I know it can seem weird but since the fanfic asks are open can we have a soulmate au? With Amira preferably, and X Reader? Man, I could read a series only about her she’s such a waifu

O BOI O BOI I’M NOT SCREECHING YOU ARE

SKSKEKWJE TYSM FOR ASKING THIS I LOVE YOU MWAH

I keep writing the reader as if they were Yuu oml *weeps*

anyways, here it is

Warnings: none I think

Soulmate AU where your wrist has a timer

Sobs could be heard in Y/n’s room. Pain flooded them. They were sitting at the edge of their bed, cheeks traced with tears. They dried them with their sleeve to clear up their vision, showing that damned thing that should be sweet, but of course the fate decided to go against them.

Stupid sleeping. Stupid coffin, stupid Night Raven College. Y/n choked back other sobs that menaced to come out by looking at their wrist that presented a timer.

A stopped timer.

Stupid timer. Appearing and then stopping when they got out from the stupid coffin.

Y/n sighed in frustration and leaned their head back, not caring about the fresh tears starting to stream down their face once again.

Why did this world, whatever it was, give them a timer that wouldn’t even properly work? It was a stupid thing to cry over, but Y/n simply felt... suddenly more left out. Not being able to use magic in a magic school was already tough by itself, but owning a method to make them meet with their supposed soulmate that didn’t even work made them angry.

Ace and Deuce had to explain them. The timer was supposed to stop when you first met your soulmate. What they gained was a confused-looking Y/n and a scolding from Divus by speaking in his class. Yet apparently what they said was true. Hanging out, Epel had apparently found his soulmate right in front of the first years. Thing that made Y/n think, and compare timers. Ace’s showed two years of time, Jack’s showed eight months, Sebek’s was over five years and Deuce’s said one year and some months. Epel’s timer’s numbers were all aligned to zero. Then they looked at Y/n’s. Two days sharply. However, the timer didn’t even dare to lower of even a second.

Day after day, the small group would check the timer, looking for progress that was never made. Y/n would look at it from time to time, when classes got boring, in the cafeteria... the numbers seemed like they obstinately didn’t want to go down.

“Ah, what was this again? I swear, I didn’t get anything of today’s lecture” Ace complained, scratching the back of his head, pencil in hand, while sitting with the rest of the trio in the library. Deuce looked just as lost, flapping through the books intently, making Y/n sigh. They didn’t quite understand it either, but they couldn’t just get back to the teacher asking they repeat the lesson only for them.

“Why don’t ask some of the senpais?” Ace asked, trying to resolve the problem by himself “They’re over there, see? They look like they finished or something” he looked at Deuce. He somehow managed to decipher the ginger-haired boy’s look and shook his head “Why don’t you go ask them, Ace? It was your idea.”

Ace whined and looked at Y/n who simply shook their head. He sighed in defeat “Fine, fine, I’ll go” he got up and walked over the table they were sitting on.

“What if they don’t want to?” Deuce asked, looking at Ace’s moves with the corner of his eye. “I’m pretty sure they will co- wait, act normal, someone’s coming” Y/n whispered back and acted as if they were really interested in the book they were reading.

“Oh, but that is easy!” a bright voice said.

“...and so with Divus, hm~? Well, we’ve done that before. He really took his time in that topic, so I still have it in mind like as if he just explained it” a femenine voice was heard.

“Yeah, but we didn’t understand that! He went too fast!” Ace groaned, walking closer to the desk.

“Okay, let’s see!” Kamil smiled and sat down.

“I’m not impressed you didn’t understand anything if you keep your book like that, sweetie~” Amira leaned down smiling softly and turned the book Y/n had in their hands upside down in the right direction.

A loud beeping sound could be heard in the room, making Y/n flinch. Ace and Deuce quickly brought their looks to them both, and Ace quickly grabbed their wrist to be welcomed by a timer down to zero.

Amira did the same and looked back at Y/n. Her confused face changed to one of delight when she met their eyes.

“I-I’m-“ Y/n spoke, still looking very puzzled. Why did the numbers suddenly drop? Was it a kind of joke? “...Y/n Y/s...” they managed to say out “N-nice to meet you!”

Amira laughed softly at their expression, feeling a huge weight lifting up from her chest “You shouldn’t question the fate, hun~” she carefully took Y/n’s hands in hers “I’m Amira Hassan. Honored to meet you already, Y/n-chan~”

.

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other side of the story: Amira’s timer would be frozen since she was born with the number of years days etc that would take her meeting Y/n. She basically gave up too and was hekin confused I have no idea what I have written is 3 am and I’m hungry ay

tysm for your ask it means a lot and y’all don’t know how happy I am you like her aaAAA💖💓💗💞💕🌸💓✨💖

#twst oc #amira hassan #twst amira #twisted wonderland #scarabia oc #twst #ask response

[nakanosorami]

39 + rain pow/postarie?

rain pow/postarie - because time’s run out.

ao3 mirror

After Tepsekemei stumbled upon Rain Pow and Postarie atop the school’s roof, it truly sunk in that they were traitors. In that moment, a deep chasm had split beneath Postarie’s ribcage, and an endless torrent of black, swift anxiety plummeted down into the pit of her stomach. Not only had she killed someone, something she had just barely managed to grasp, she was the assassin’s accomplice. There would be no turning back.

Postarie worried her bottom lip, sitting on the concrete floor with her back against the fence lining the roof. Beside her, Rain Pow was speaking animatedly with Toko. She watched Rain Pow, silently, hoping to absorb her confidence. With a renewed perception, she saw that Rain Pow’s smile was a lot different than the one she knew. A subtle twist of her lips, her canine teeth glinting, and a wrinkle of her nose when she sneered.

It was a reminder.

Rain Pow was a killer. Her best friend; a murderer.

She hadn’t expected it. Postarie had fallen for Rain Pow’s deception as well as everyone else did, never once questioning her upbeat personality and the grin on her face. Rain Pow was supportive, and Postarie had been thankful for all the times Rain Pow had gently touched her that night, murmuring words of comfort with a kind expression. Was that a lie, too?

I don’t want to know.

Postarie curled in closer on herself, hugging her knees.

Without Rain Pow, she had no one. And if Rain Pow were a villain, then Postarie would follow after her. That’s what friendship was, wasn’t it? Perhaps she could pride herself in it, just as Rain Pow did.

She could still vividly picture the carnivorous grin that spread across Rain Pow’s face before she murdered the magical girl with horns. Rain Pow had summoned a beautiful, glittering rainbow, well-crafted and sweet, and with a tilt of her head, thrust it forward and into the belly of her victim. Blood splattered all over the pavement, and then Rain Pow laughed in joy.

Postarie only looked away once she realized Rain Pow planned to brutalize the body. The sound of bones breaking and organs rupturing upturned her stomach.

Everything after that was blurry.

Before she knew it, kunai that had littered the floor had sprouted wings, and in a split second, they were sinking into the flesh of a girl she didn’t know. Postarie slaughtered a stranger, someone she could tell was a true magical girl. That ninja wanted to stop the assassin, and Postarie had knowingly killed her in spite of that. She really was on the side of evil, huh?

A cold breeze ruffled Postarie’s hair, and she refocused on her surroundings.

“I’m going to take a quick look around,” Toko was saying with a wave of her tiny arms, fluttering out into the sky. “Don’t do anything stupid!”

Rain Pow huffed. “Yeah, not happening. Now that we screwed up, I can’t just go running around bumping into just anybody. I’ll wait for you to get back before we do anything.”

“That’s my partner!” Toko chimed happily. She left with glitter in her wake.

A silence settled across the rooftop. It was now or never. If Postarie wanted to talk about everything with Rain Pow, this was her chance.

She slowly got to her feet.

“Kaori-chan…” She tentatively began, inching closer to Rain Pow’s side. “Do… do you really think everything will be okay?”

Rain Pow gave her a fleeting glance, not quite meeting her eyes, and then stepped away. She wrapped her fingers around a section of the chain-link fence. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” Rain Pow replied. Her tone of voice was different than when she spoke to Toko, less excitable. A twinge of envy flickered in Postarie’s chest. “Just because our senpai caught on to us doesn’t mean we lost the gamble.”

‘Us.’ And just as quickly, heat crept into her face.

“Besides,” Rain Pow continued, rolling her shoulders, “we don’t even know how many of them are left anyway.” In contrast to the darkness in her eyes, she was smiling.

Postarie swallowed uneasily. Silently, she turned her head towards the fence and gazed out over B-City. Images of her senpai came to mind in a mixture of their human forms and their magical girl counterparts. She hadn’t known them very long, but an unmistakable kinship between them had formed within the last few hours. They were the Namiyama magical girl group, the first of its kind. And yet, everything fell apart so quickly…

“Tacchan.”

She startled. “Ah, y-yes?”

After returning her gaze to Rain Pow, she was bewildered by what she saw.

Rain Pow was scrutinizing Postarie. Her brow was furrowed, and her head was tilted to the right just a bit, as if she were thinking deeply about something. When their eyes met, Rain Pow blinked once in disbelief, her fingers releasing their grip on the fence and falling to her side. Rain Pow’s lips parted and then pressed into a thin line. It was worrying, more so than Postarie’s own problems, and she was scared to find out why.

“…What is it?” Postarie prompted.

“You’re crying,” Rain Pow said flatly.

“I-I’m…” Her reply tapered off as she reached up to rub her left eye, and when she did, she felt stark wetness against her skin. Postarie looked down at her hand and sent the tears having gathered in her lashes rolling down her cheeks. Postarie thought she had cried enough during the fight with the demon and ninja magical girl, but the night continued to bring surprises. “Oh… I… I’m crying.”

“Yeah, you are,” Rain Pow confirmed, leaning closer to Postarie’s face. “You know, I thought it was pretty weird how well you were taking everything. I guess you’re still the Tacchan I know after all.”

Postarie felt her face become warmer, as if she’d ingested something hot, and she began to sob. How many times had she cried since becoming a magical girl? She’d lost count. It was pointless to weep, but she couldn’t cap her feelings no matter how hard she tried, and with Rain Pow finally looking at her, Postarie lost her composure all too easily. She hiccuped and sniffled, rubbing fiercely at her eyes in an attempt to stop the overflow of tears.

Rain Pow sighed and asked, her voice quieter, “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” Postarie mumbled. Rain Pow raised her eyebrows. “Our senpai… We haven’t heard from them and now, now—”

“Now you’re the assassin’s helper?” Rain Pow suggested with a sneer, putting a hand to her hip. Her tail flickered behind her like a cat’s. “You don’t have to worry about them anymore. They’re not on our side.”

“Kaori-chan…” Postarie’s voice was thick and the note of uncertainty rang clearly. Her hands lowered and she searched Rain Pow’s eyes, her own stinging from the salt. Rain Pow’s confusion was palpable. “…Does that mean you accept me?”

“Hah?”

“You said… I’m your helper.”

“Wait a minute, first you were crying because of our classmates, and now you’re asking me about this?”

Postarie couldn’t tell if Rain Pow’s face had become pinker or if she was just being hopeful. Regardless, Rain Pow’s expression was nothing short of incredulous, and when Postarie simply nodded, she stared back silently. Rain Pow eventually tossed her head and huffed like she did earlier, with Toko.

“That’s stupid. You’re not my ‘helper’, Tacchan. I don’t work with anyone else. It’s always been me and Toko, and I don’t think that’ll be changing.”

Postarie felt another wave of anxiety welling up inside her. She was certain that had she not transformed, her human knees would’ve already given out from her stress. Rather, she visibly wilted and her eyes began to burn with fresh tears.

Rain Pow following words, though said calmly, filled Postarie’s chest:

“I don’t know what you are to me right now.”

She froze.

“You… don’t know?” Postarie echoed, her voice small.

She watched as Rain Pow ran fingers through her bangs with a sigh, her purple eyes flickering up towards the sky above them like she was silently pleading for help, albeit almost sarcastically. It wasn’t often Postarie saw her best friend like this, unsure, seemingly torn. Postarie’s heart was beating quickly in her chest because of it, and she drank in each of Rain Pow’s newest expressions and reactions like her life depended on it. Maybe it did.

“After what you pulled, I don’t think it’d be fair to call you my hostage anymore,” Rain Pow said slowly, tasting the words on her tongue. “You did something unthinkable but it saved my life - you saved my life.”

“Because you’re my friend,” Postarie added urgently.

Rain Pow didn’t say anything, instead glancing away. A small silence settled, and in that time, Postarie didn’t breathe. She waited.

When the reply came, Rain Pow’s words were soft.

“Tacchan… do you want more than this?”

“More?”

Rain Pow closed the distance between them and Postarie instinctively backed away with each step, all the way up until her shoulders were pressed into the fence behind her. Her breaths were shallow, and when Rain Pow thrust her arm out to grip the links beside Postarie’s head, she went rigid. Like this, Rain Pow was inches away from her face, and Postarie could feel her warmth. She didn’t know where to look. It was embarrassing, she was scared, but at the same time, undeniable heat was rushing to her cheeks.

“Kaori-chan, what are you doing?”

“I asked a question,” Rain Pow replied tersely. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, okay?”

She paused, looking into Rain Pow’s eyes, into Kaori’s eyes, and then she nodded. Postarie felt rather than heard Rain Pow’s intake of air. Was it possible she was preparing herself? I guess we both are.

Postarie took a good look at Rain Pow, the gentle curve of her cheeks, her long lashes, and the beautiful rainbows adorning her magical girl costume. In the light they had, Rain Pow practically glowed and shimmered, just as a rainbow should. Tiny glittery pieces reflected back onto Postarie, and it felt as if they were bathed in stars. Rain Pow’s eyes never left her face, lingering.

Suddenly, Postarie spoke.

“I want more.”

The words were almost inaudible, like they’d be swept away by the rooftop breeze, and for a moment, Postarie wasn’t sure if Rain Pow heard them.

“Tacchan.”

And just as quickly as she muttered the name, Rain Pow leaned forward and pressed her lips to Postarie’s. It was inexperienced, and almost to the corner of her mouth, but Postarie felt every nerve in her body sing. A shiver traveled up her spine and Postarie squeaked, a little noise that vibrated against Rain Pow’s mouth and nothing more. She tensed and then squeezed her eyes shut, leaning forward and returning Rain Pow’s kiss as best as she could.

Rain Pow’s lips were warm and immeasurably soft. And when they separated to breathe in, Postarie went right back with only a second’s delay.

“Kaori-chan…!”

“Yeah…” Rain Pow said quietly, a hum, “I got you.”

Somewhere along the way, Postarie realized that Rain Pow had withdrawn her arm from the fence. Wavering hands found her own, and they both parted to glance down as their fingers interlocked with the other’s. Postarie’s would’ve been trembling had her magical girl strength not prevented it. Would Kaori-chan be shaking like me?

She returned her gaze to Rain Pow’s face and steeled herself.

“Tacchan, I can’t guarantee everything from here on out will be fine.”

“I know.”

“It’ll still be dangerous. There are a lot of different magical girls in B-City and making it out completely unharmed is unlikely.”

“…I know,” Postarie repeated, solemn.

“And about what you want… I need to think it over. I don’t think Toko will be happy about it either - that I’ve ‘consorted’ with the hostage. But,” Rain Pow paused, her fingers curling closer around Postarie’s, “if you’re fine with it, I wouldn't… hate it, if you came along with me.”

Her skin was definitely pink now, just the faintest dusting that feathered out across her cheekbones. She didn’t seem like she wanted to speak truthfully, but Postarie could read her all the same. How strange, that was. All this time, Postarie failed to understand Rain Pow’s true nature and feelings, and yet, here she was, deciphering it for the first time.

“I’ll go anywhere you go, Kaori-chan,” Postarie promised, her resolve firm. “You’ll always be my friend.”

Rain Pow gave her a weary smile.

“Thanks, Tacchan.”

#mahou shoujo ikusei keikaku #magical girl raising project #rain pow #postarie #fanfic #limited spoilers #Anonymous #thank you for the wait!!!!

[stolen-ass-name]

@genderfluid-coyote-starrk thank you for the tag!!! (＾3＾)

Nicknames: Ari is currently a nickname. And I guess Hubby, Senpai and Wikipedia are some of my various nicknames...

Star sign: Cancer bby! 🦀🦀🦀

Height: around 165 cm, which is about... 4'5 in American... am liddol

Last movie I watched: watched half of Ponyo with my sister, but my dad confiscated our phones halfway through... Last full movie I watched was... A horror film, but I can't remember the name...

Favourite musician of all time: ah... Daft Punk? No, not that much, hm... Steam Powered Giraffe is also good... Fuck it,

Vocaloids

Song stuck in my head: Roundabout by Yes! It's basically my theme song now, plus it helped me bond with my dad a little... And Lil Book's Already Dead. It's so cute and funky, it makes me want to dance all stupidly...

Other blogs: I run an MP100 live-blog, @mp100-liveblog as well as @xxdarkness-bladexx , which was made for a v specific purpose, and is now mostly reserved for nothing at all...

Do I get asks ?: Occasionally, mostly for ask memes. My live-blog gets a lot of them when I post, mostly encouragement, and also jokes

Who am I following ?: Fwiends, OPM blogs, some art blogs and... Miscellaneous Tumblr Funnymen... And stuff

What am I wearing ?: Bright Blue short shorts and matching blue top, cause they look cute together and are comfy for sleebin'

Dream job(s): ah... I haven't decided, but I think my fave job would be... Catte

Dream trip: (@genderfluid-coyote-starrk meet me in fuckin') ICELAND!!! I wanna see my friends again! They had the whole trip planned out for me too, from the moment they decided I should visit them, so I'm v excited about the possibility! Also, like, Japan, obvi, and maybe France again, now that I know things a bit better!

Play any instruments ?: Used to play the piano, but it's been... at least 4 years and I don't know how to play anymore... Ah well, it wasn't my choice either way, I learnt how to play because I felt bad

Speak any languages ?: Ye, Greek is my first Language, English second, French is third and now I am learning Russian and some very slow, amateurish Japanese!

Favourite food(s): oof, steak, πίτα γύρο, pizza, spaghetti (in multiple variations, you name it), sweets of any kind, unless they're too syrup-y, anything that contains meat basically... Peaches and Grapes are top tier... And marshmallows, although you don't come across them very often in Greece

Favourite song(s): Roundabout by Yes, literally any E VE song, Unknown Mother Goose by Wowaka, @pukicho 's music, I Feel Like I Have Met You Somewhere Before from Dragon Quest... can'trememberthenumber, Kanashii Ureshii by Frederic, Lost One's Weeping by Neru, Odoryanse but it's the acoustic version, with the four vocals, and many more

Random fact: I started revamping my old OCs to be less problematic, or generally just better, and also fixing their designs so you can't tell they were products of my 13yo anime phase, but Idk if I should post them!

Imma tag @stolenages @absolute-anamation @piglet-schmiglet @chinchillasinunison @lithuanianblood @darkside-cookies !!! Have fun, y'all

#mine #tag game #thanks for tagging me max this was funnnnn!!!

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Takara’s Hero Academia Season 2 Episode 3 (but actually still 2) [Eijiro/OC] [Aizawa/Hizashi]

Okay, so I apologize for just now getting to the end of episode 2 and the start of the Sports Festival! And I didn’t do the sneak peek. So so so sorry!! 

I’ll do the sneak peek on Patreon and all that next time. Ugh I feel so bad about this! But I don’t wanna make this chapter any later, so here we go. 

Anyway! The Masterlist for This Series! 

And the taglist: @elite-guard-hardygal , @dailyojiromashirao , @souskena , and @fandoms-fandoms-everywhere99 . I’m sorry, guys!! I feel weird about posting this for some reason, but hope you all like it! 

Before I get to the story, I jsut awnna say I included a paraphrased quote from my favorite book; Red wall. The actual quote is ‘Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep.’ Also, I could resist slipping Asami in again. Hope y’all don’t mind!

God Bless and Good Day! 

~The Lupine Sojourner

“Takara, you ready to go?” Dad calls.

“Yeah, I’ve just finished packing the last box!” I call back. It was a week until the Sports Festival, and we were moving today. We all didn’t have a lot of stuff, so it was a simple one-day thing in theory. So far so good, though.

I hoist the box up and walk out to the living room. This box had the miscellaneous things I wanted to keep, like the old ratty fox stuffed animal that I could never get rid of for sentimental reasons, or pictures of Mom, Dad, and I, or posters and other decorations.

I plop it down. “Man, I didn’t realize how many different decorations I had in my room.” I laugh. Mom smiles. Dad had convinced her to go to Recovery Girl as often as I had and her arms looked better every day. The casts had been taken off and she was doing exercises to get them reacquainted with the things she normally did and how strong she had been. We even worked out together, going for a morning jog followed by yoga and a core workout routine.

In short, we were slowly getting to the point we’d been at before the attack. Mom and I were getting better mentally, too, but that was a long road for a number of reasons, one being the level of shit we went through, two being the severity of our injuries and the fact that the villains had caught us entirely by surprise. We loaded the last few boxes, refused to ‘say bye house’ like Dad prompted, and drove toward UA and our small condo on campus.

Once we got there, all of us grabbed boxes and I followed Mom and Dad’s lead, falling a little behind as I’d been a tad ambitious, trying to carry both my first backpack of clothes and box of decorations.

In fact, when I went to grab the door I was just a second too late to grab before it closed, I end up overbalancing, slamming my face and nose into the glass, before collapsing awkwardly to the ground, the box going flying and the contents spilling out. “Shoot!” I curse, groaning as I pick myself up. I then feel a twinge in my ankle. Apparently, I’d rolled it a little and it didn’t appreciate that.

I sigh heavily and begin picking up the box and putting the stuff back in, feeling oddly emotional about the shattered glass in a few of the framed pictures. Tears even well in my eyes and I resist the urge to start crying. All I wanted was a normal day with my family, unpacking and starting over in our new home.

Turns out, that wasn’t exactly easy. I wipe my eyes and sigh heavily before I make myself start gathering the spilled objects, minding the broken glass. I really don’t know why I’m crying, but the tears come back and this time I couldn’t stop them.

“Hey, are you okay?” I flinch and look up from plopping another glass-less frame in the box. I look up and blink in shock.

“O-oh! Asami-senpai! I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I squeak. She was trying to hand me a poster she rolled up. I gulp back a lump in my throat and take it, trying to subtly wipe my eyes.

“You know, after an incident like that, it’s okay to cry.” She says softly, hand over mine reassuringly. I shrink into myself in embarrassment.

“You saw that?” I whimper. She nods.

“And I meant what I said. Really, it’s scary fighting villains and having it be life or death. I remember my first fight.” Her eyes are serious, not looking at anything in particular as she spoke, obviously reminiscing about that day.

“Oh...from your work-study?” I ask softly. Being the daughter of two UA teachers who are also pro heroes, I knew all about work studies. She nods.

“It was a group of muggers trying to start a gang. They’d cornered civilians in a back alley and I was working with the Ryuku agency for my work study. We intervened and put them behind bars. I almost got impaled by one of the villains’ air weapon Quirk.” I raise a brow.

“Air weapon?” I ask. Asami nods.

“Hardened air limited to the breath in his lungs and weapons like spears or swords. Annoying, but the situation whacked me. I spent the rest of the day looking over my shoulder and paranoid at anything and everything. I had to have a long talk with dad to finally start to get over it. It’s hard to cope with an experience like this.” I bite my lip and nod.

“I want to be strong, but…”

“Even the strongest and bravest sometimes cry. It’s not a sign of weakness. It shows you feel and you’re human. It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction.” I smile at her, sniffling and wiping my eyes.

“Thank you.” I murmur. She picks up the box as we stand and she hands it to me.

“No problem. Oh, and you can call me ‘Ami’, Okay?” I nod, smiling.

“Okay!”

=#=#=#=#=

“What on earth are you doing?” A hear a voice ask. I turn my head from my Downward Dog position while trying to turn a glass of water into ice (sorta like Shoto, but...not exactly) after a run to see Oba Nemuri standing there, watching me curiously, a touch of amusement in her voice.

Fortunately, she was wearing her teaching clothes. As a teacher, there were certain standards to be upheld so she couldn’t be too outlandish. She had a light purple button-up (with as many buttons as she could get away with undone), a dark grey blazer on top, with a miniskirt I’m fairly certain was not up to the standard dress code. She also had thigh-high leather boots on.

I sigh and move to stand properly. While she is my aunt, it’s always slightly awkward being around her. I do love her, but she’s so...uh, unreserved, and I’d rather not be corrupted just yet.

“Hey, Oba.” I greet. “I’m practicing for the Festival.” She grins.

“Oh, how adorable!” She squeals, wriggling in delight. I blush. Why was she like this? “I must say, that Quirk of yours is really something else!” I manage a grin. She looks at the glass. It felt cool to the touch, but it wasn’t ice by a long shot. And it was draining my blood sugar faster than I’d like to keep trying. “Are you trying to make that water into ice or something? Too cute, darling!” I nod. This was just who Oba Nemuri was. It wouldn’t be fair to judge someone simply because of who they are, right? I only had about an hour with Oba Nemuri. She suggested I make my fighting style all about a whip after I showed her the different things I could do. I turned her down and she demonstrated a few kicks, at least, before she checked the time. “Well, darling, it looks like duty calls.” She sighs, with a touch more drama than needed, really. “My class starts in a quarter hour and I have to freshen up a bit. Mind if I pop into the bathroom real fast?” She asks, almost flirtatiously, winking at me as she grabs a small purse. I hold in a groan and point out where it was.

“Go ahead, Oba,” I reply. She giggles and thanks me before heading into it and closing the door. I move to the kitchen and grab a container of leftover tonkatsu to heat up for a kind-of brunch. She was too much sometimes.

By the time I’ve sat down with the food, Oba Nemuri is back. She draws me in for a hug from behind, kissing my cheek.

“Sorry to run off like this, Nīsu.” She apologizes. “Your parents wanted me to check in on you real quick. Do tell your parents this is a housewarming gift for your mother, would you?” I nod. The present she put in front of me was suspiciously small and in a Victoria’s Secrets bag. I flush, imagining what kind of present Oba had given my mom.

“I’ll make sure she gets it.” I murmur, hoping I didn’t sound as embarrassed as I felt, and Oba Nemuri gives me one last cheek-kiss and leaves. I wave at her, mouth too full to speak, and that’s that.

=#=#=#=#=

Turns out, training almost constantly made time fly by. Mashirao and I had started sparring and it turns out he’s a great teacher. He praised when earned, and sometimes mixed a bit of critique into his praises so I’d learn even from victories (of which there were few), and he was always going all-out on me. He knew that I could take it, and it also helped strengthen my leg and ribs, so we all won.

“Thanks, Mashirao.” I murmur as we walk back to the locker rooms to shower and head home.

“No problem. It’s a great way for me to exercise, too, so we all win. Plus, it’s always more fun to teach when the student is a natural at the subject.” I laugh.

“Thanks, but we know that’s not true,” I reply, scratching the back of my neck. He is quick to shake his head.

“No, I meant it. You’re getting really good, Takara!”

“Thanks,” I reply, then check my phone and see the date. “Oh, crap! The Festival is tomorrow!” I squeak. He blinks.

“I lost track of time. That’s crazy!”

“I know!” He holds up a hand.

“Well, let’s both do our best, okay?” I high-five him.

“Okay!”

=#=#=#=#=

“Nervous?” Dad asks. I gulp.

“What gave it away?” I reply, voice wavering a little. Dad laughs.

“Sweetheart, it’s fine to be nervous.” I nod.

“I know.” The car pulls into the teacher parking lot and we check in, Mom holding Dad’s hand. I notice she’s been doing that a lot since she got her hands out of the casts. I probably would, too, in her situation. It’d only been about a week, but even being unable to use your hands that long...I can’t even imagine. Now, her arms were wrapped in stiff bandages as her arms were slowly regaining strength and the last of the healing in the bones was finishing with a little help from Recovery Girl. Due to the extent to which the bones were broken, it was difficult for Recovery Girl to heal a whole lot per session. There was a lot that needed to happen in Mom’s arms, and it was taking a long time to restore what Nomu broke.

I see my classmates gathering, so I adjust my backpack and walk over. As usual, Eijiro is first to notice me, walking over as I turn to wave Mom and Dad goodbye so they could get ready to commentate on the Festival. How dad managed to convince Mom to do it, I have no idea, but I’m glad. It will get her mind off...other things.

“Hey, Takara.” Eijiro greets. I smile and accept his side-hug. We’d gotten a bit more comfortable around each other and usually gave each other hugs as a greeting. He still smelled amazing, and I always had to restrain myself from continuously sniffing him. “You nervous?” I take a breath and nod a little.

“Yeah...you?”

“Just a little. I’ve always loved watching the Festival growing up and now I’m actually in one, you know?”

“Mmhmm.” I hum in reply, feeling my stomach squirm in anxiety as we walk to the 1-A general waiting room. There, we found PE outfits waiting, and Mina groans when we’re all changed.

“Aww, man!” She whines. “I was totally hoping I could wear my costume.” I shrug, but Mashirao beats me to speaking.

“At least everyone’s in uniforms, so it’s fair, right?” Rikido is shaking in his seat, anxiety clearly written on his face.

“I wonder what they have in store for us in the first round.” He mumbles. I shrug.

“Well, as long as we do our best, it doesn’t really matter, right?” He nods.

“Right,” Fumikagi interjects. “No matter what they’ve prepared, we must persevere.” I nod.

“Yeah!” Tenya then comes suddenly into the room, startling me.

“Everyone, get your game faces on!” He calls. “We’re entering the arena soon!” I feel my stomach flip in nervous anticipation. Everyone murmurs and reacts. I grab my heart, willing it to calm down (not that it listens to me).

“Midoriya,” Shoto calls, walking over to my friend. Izuku turns to him.

“Hey, Todoroki.” He replies. “What’s up?”

“From an objective standpoint, I think it’s fairly clear I’m stronger than you.” I blink. Izuku nods meekly.

“Yeah…” He replies. I step forward to defend Izuku but then halt as Shoto continues.

“However, you’ve got All Might in your corner helping you out. I’m not here to pry about what’s going on between you two, but know that I will beat you.” I pale.

“Shoto, where is this coming from?” I ask, frowning.

“I’ve never pretended to be something I’m not. This shouldn’t be a surprise, really. I’m just stating facts to make things clear before this competition begins.” Shoto replies, not even looking at me.

“What’s with all these declarations of war lately?” Denki asks lightly, attempting to defuse the situation as Eijiro walks over, putting a hand on Shoto’s shoulder.

“Yeah, what’s the big deal? Why’re you picking a fight all of a sudden, right before we get started?” He asks. Shoto just walks away.

“We’re not here to be each other’s friends.” He calls over his shoulder. “Don’t forget; this isn’t a team effort.” I bite my lip.

“Shoto, c’mon. Pros can’t go around declaring war on each other. They have to team up at some point- -”

“Yeah, hang on,” Izuku interjects. “I don’t know what’s going through your head, or why you think you need to tell me that you’ll beat me, and yeah...of course you’re better than me. In fact, you probably have way more potential than anyone in the Hero Course. It’s why you got in so easily.” I step toward Izuku.

“Stop that!” I bark. “Recommendations aren’t an invitation to UA! You have to fight the pool of people with recommendations. In some ways, it’s harder than the entrance exam! That’s why I didn’t choose that path. I could have been recommended by my mom and dad and gotten into the recommendations entrance exam. But I knew there would be so many people that were a lot better than me. I knew I didn’t stand a chance.” I realize I kinda admitted to the facts Izuku is stating and bite my lip.

“Midoriya, Takara, maybe you’re being a little hard on yourself. And us.” He murmurs.

“No, he’s right, you guys.” Izuku counters. “The other courses, Takara’s friend, they’re all coming after us with everything they got. We’re all gonna have to fight to stand out.” Izuku looks at Shoto. “I’ll be aiming for the top, too.” I nod, stepping forward.

“I agree.” I turn to look at Shoto. “I know you’re focusing on beating Izuku, Shoto,” I continue, “but don’t think we’re all gonna stand back and let this Festival slide. We’re all going to do our best and we’ll show the world what we can go.” He tsks, not stopping or looking back.

“I don’t care what you do.” The announcement to get ready came after a few moments of awkward silence and we move toward the exit into the open area at the middle of the stadium.

“Hey!” Dad cheers and I can hear him all the way back here. “Make some noise, avid sports fans!!” I gulp. It was almost time. “Get those cameras prepped! We’re gonna need hordes! Today, we’ll be bringing you some of the greatest performances in Sports Festival history, guaranteed!” I feel like that’s hyping this festival up just a little too much, but obviously, I don’t know what will happen, so… “I only have one question before we start this show; are you ready?!” The crowd’s cheering is infectious, and we can hear it loud and clear as we begin walking. “Lemme hear yah scream as our students make their way onto the main stage!” I can also hear fireworks and lively music playing. “This is the time where the students leave everything on the field as they fight for the chance to achieve worldwide fame and celebrity!” I can’t help rolling my eyes. Most of us want to make a difference in the world in one way or another. Honestly, I doubt anyone (Mineta aside) is truly just wanting to be a hero for the recognition and fame, even Bakugo. Bakugo’s motivations aren’t precisely clear, but I do know he wants to be the top. I also wonder if there’s not more to it than that, though. “This first group are no strangers to the spotlight! You know them for withstanding a villain attack! These dazzling students, including my little kiddo, line up the stage with solid gold skills; the Hero Course students of Class 1-A!” That was our cue and we walk out into the sunlight and view of the cameras as the crowd applauds heartily. I feel thousands of eyes of me and my friends as we walk toward the middle of the area. Eijiro, standing close by, grabs my hand subtly. I squeeze it gratefully.

“Yer dad sure did talk us up a lot.” Eijiro muses.

“Yeah...it’s making me nervous and worried I won’t do well.” I reply. “Especially since he all but said my name.” I add in a moan. Eijiro smiles at me.

“Yeah, he’s your dad. It’s kinda natural for him to brag about you when he gets a chance.” He then turns to Katsuki. “Anyway, how you feelin’, man?” He asks. Katsuki smirks.

“I’m not worried. Makes me wanna win this thing even more.” I chuckle.

“In a way, yeah, but still.”

“Oh, get over it, brat! Too late to back out now!” Katuski snaps. “Besides, knowing you, you’ll scrape by and be fine, you lucky little shithead.” I roll my eyes. Close enough to a compliment, I suppose.

“...Thanks, Katsuki.” I mumble.

“I wasn’t doing it to help you.” Katuski spits. “Just wanted to shut you up.” I sigh.

“Okay.”

“They haven’t been giving nearly as much screen-time, but this next group is still chock full of talent!” Dad proclaims and we watch another group march determinately out of another hall. “Welcome, Hero Course Class 1-B!” The crowd doesn’t let out the cheering and I spot the silver-haired guy who yelled at 1-A a while back. He looks super determined and ready for anything. I smirk, feeling a little of that energy rub off on me. It doesn’t do any good to fret and worry myself to nothing over something I can’t predict, so I just had to grit my teeth and get through it. More students pour out of the halls and Dad continues the introductions. “Next up, General Studies Classes C, D, and E!” I grin and look over, happening to see Hitoshi in the midst of his class. “Support Classes F, G, and H! And finally, Business Courses I, J, and K! Give it up for all of UA’s first-year contestants!” Once we get to the center, where a podium is set up, everyone’s shocked to see Midnight standing there, waving a short whip. I blink. Oba Nemuri is the Chief Umpire!?

“Now, the introductory speech!” She calls.

“Uh...someone should talk to Ms. Midnight about what she’s wearing.” Eijiro mumbles. I nod, looking anywhere but at Oba Nemuri.

“I mean, I know that’s her normal hero outfit, but...could she have worn something else just this once?” I grumble. She’d always been like this and I always found it an incredibly odd experience hanging out with her.

“Seriously, that costume should come with a warning,” Denki adds.

“Is that really appropriate apparel for a high school game?” Fumikage concludes. I, for some reason, didn’t like the blush on Eijiro’s cheeks. Which was stupid. I didn’t know why it bugged me, so I look away, happening to see Mineta’s gleeful expression. I smack him and glare him down. He pouts but doesn’t leer at my aunt-figure anymore.

“Silence, everyone!” Oba exclaims, whipping to grab everyone’s attention. “And for the Student Pledge, we have…” I gulp, praying she wouldn’t pick me. “Katsuki Bakugo!” Shocked murmurs ring the crowd, but no one’s more shocked than 1-A. We knew him and we knew this would not end well. At all. Izuku leans to Hanta.

“He’s the First Year Rep?”

“I guess the hothead did finish first in the entrance tests.” Hanta replies.

“Only for the Hero Course Exams.” A girl from Shinso’s class (I think) grumbles. Izuku winces.

“Oh. Right.” He amends.

“That girl obviously hates us.” Hanta mumbles under his breath.

“And we’ve got Bakugo to thank for them not liking our class,” Denki adds. I bite my lip as Bakugo walks up the podium. Even the crowd waits in bated breath for what Katsuki would say.

“I just wanna say…” Katsuki begins. I frown. Please be normal, please be normal…. “I’m gonna win.” I pale. Shit! Katsuki, no!

The crow boos and threatens and is in general not happy with Katsuki as he walks back down.

“Why would you be so disrespectful!?” Tenya exclaims, arms waving wildly around. “You’re representing us all!” Katsuki just turns and gives us a thumbs down.

“Not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory.” He grumbles. From Class 1-B, I see that silver-hair guy grit his teeth and stalk forward a little, glaring at Katsuki.

“I’m gonna crush this overconfident jerk!” He screams, raising a clenched fist. “I can’t wait to knock him down a size!” I sigh heavily. I wonder what’s going through Katsuki’s head right now. He claims he wasn’t nervous and even publicly vowed to win, but there seems to be something about him that says he’s just making a show, pushing himself...but still. What a way to start the Festival…

“Without further ado, it’s time for us to get started!” Oba Nemuri calls as the screens shift from ‘introductory speech’ to ‘first game’.

“This is pretty nerve-wracking,” I whisper to Eijiro. He nods.

“Yeah...and now we have everyone gunning for us, thanks to Blasty over there.” I sigh, then nod and refocus on what Oba’s saying.

“This is where you begin feeling the pain!” She calls. “The first fateful game of the Festival!” As she swipes her whip, a hologram appears and displays a lottery style spinning title. It continues spinning...as does my stomach. What on earth would we have to do? It finally halts and I pale.

An obstacle race!? What?!

“Ta-da!” Oba cheers. I gulp. Oh boy… “All eleven classes will participate in this treacherous contest!” She explains, the hologram visualizing it with graphics. “The track is 4 kilometers around the outside of the stadium. I don’t want to restrain anyone...at least, not in this game, so as long as you don’t leave the course, you’re free to do whatever your heart desires!” I squirm a little, flushing. She looks a little too happy to be talking like that. She then sobers just a little. “Now then, take your places, contestants!” As the crowd cheers, we walk over to the start line. I gulp. This was it.

It was time to make my mark and hopefully start my path to being a pro-hero. I didn’t know what awaited me out there, but all I could do was put my best foot forward and try my best, right? No matter what happens, I’ll be okay if I just do what I can.

Above the crowding students, three green lights are lit, the first one turning off as the countdown begins. Beside me, Eijiro smiles at me and gives me a thumbs up as the next light turns off. I grin back at him and take a deep breath.

The final light turns off as Oba cries ‘begin!’ I tear forward, instinctively grabbing Eijiro’s hand, but we were quickly separated and jostled and shoved by the pressing students.

“How about some killer commentary, honey?” Dad’s voice somehow reaches over the multiple voices and I almost laugh.

“How did I let you talk me into this?” Mom replies under her breath, but there was almost a hint of amusement in her voice.

“What should we be focusing on in the early stages of the race?” Dad asks.

“The doorway.” Mom replies shortly. I chuckle despite being smushed between two students.

Just up ahead, as I’m coming up on the end of the entryway, I see ice and feel the air cooling rapidly as Shoto freezes the ground and up the walls. Gritting my teeth, I jut out a tiny platform, just big enough for my foot, and launch myself up and as far out as I can, creating another small platform when I need it. This was not in my plans, but there was nothing to do about it. I can’t turn this into water, so I had to find another way across. Shit! This will really limit what I can do for the other obstacles!

Luckily, Eijiro was right behind me, using the small platforms I’d made to get further along the ice.

“Nice trick, Todoroki!” Momo calls sarcastically, and he looks back to see the number of people that had dodged. Katsuki was using his blasts to keep airborne.

“I won’t let you get away so easily, you icy-hot bastard!” Katsuki roars, blasting his way closer as I make another platform. Even releasing the platforms once Eijiro jumped off them resulted in more blood sugar gone than I wanted. Who knew what was in store, but I had no real other choices. I just had to be smart about using my Quirk from here on out.

I couldn’t afford to be careless or I’d- -Shot!! Those vibrations feel like...no way!

They have the robots from the practical exam in this race?! I skid to a stop on the edge of the edge, feeling for water. Shit! Nothing! “What is it?” Eijiro asks, just as Mineta goes flying ahead of us, slammed by a huge metal arm. The robot comes into view, with other robots, seconds later.

“That!” I point. Eijiro hardens his forearms.

“Beat ‘em once, right? This’ll be a piece of cake!” I grin, feeling more confident now I thought about it that way.

“You’re ri- -Shoto, what the hell?!” Shoto is at the head, closest to the robots, ice swirling from Shoto’s right hand in a circle, getting larger and larger until he swept it at the robots. They were frozen solid, at least the frontrunners. I run forward as everyone else was still frozen in shock, Eijiro right behind me as well as that silver-headed guy.

“Careful now,” I could hear Shoto calling over his shoulder as the robots creak and groan, shuddering under their own weight. Taking another look, I pale. “I froze them when they were off their balance. On purpose!” Before I could move another step, before I could do anything, the robot nearest us collapsed and all of a sudden, my butt hit the ground and I am enveloped by dust and ice shards that prickle my skin. I didn’t even know what had happened till I looked where Eijiro and the other guy were standing, only to see a pile of frozen robot parts.

“Eijiro!” I scream. Was he under there?! Had he been crushed!? “Eijiro, hang on!” I am running forward before I can think, not knowing what to do, but desperately hoping Eijiro was okay.

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