#LIKE . . . . . . . ... . . . . . YEAH kurosawa you are so . So gone

[cubedmango]

dare i say cn radio drama kurosawa might be the greatest version of him so far . hes So good

#cherry magic #my post #i care him so much oh god its insane actually #cnrd kurosawa is like the best parts of manga+la combined #HES SO BOLD TOO like bro . bro ...... gayass already shooting his shot in ep2 (got rejected but u know . he tried) #and the montage of him hanging around adachi in ep3 bro he is Whipped!!!!!!!! #AND EP4 DONT GET ME STARTED i cant believe they made the karaoke scene even better by making him sing a song adachi likes #LIKE . . . . . . . ... . . . . . YEAH kurosawa you are so . So gone #and i like his voice :] and the radio drama in general its rlly well made #im soo excited to see what theyre gonna do for the next eps aaahhh #i wonder if theyll stick more to the manga bc ik theyre changing up the confession scene which is inch resting #but for after that i would really love to see them sticking closer to vol4 #(yes i wanna see the helicopter) #oughhgghh i dont think anyones listening to the drama so i just have to yell into the void about it alone i guess #but thats ok . ill just subject u guys to my thoughts anyways bc i Gotta Talk About My Sons

[blneobin]

10 BL boys I want carnally <3

Much much love to @ayansbff for tagging me!! I hope you know what you’re in for cause tagging me in a post to simp?? ok! I have a reason to SCREAM about these men who made me question my asexuality.

Mantrisanu - Jeng (Step by Step)

nobody but my acemate (@mooniyuta) knows just how obsessed I was with Mantrisanu during the Step by Step era. When I tell ya I forgot I was ace as soon as I saw his giant 1.90m ass on screen.. I forgot I was even a person. I am a squirrel needing to climb a tree. WOW! just WOW!! Step by Step? No! Step On Me.

Jam Rachata - Tinn/Jiu (Laws Of Attaction/To Sir With Love)

just Jam Rachata in general. He’s just a few years older than me but I will call him Daddy. When I saw him in Laws of Attraction I was intrigued then I stayed for the plot then I got hooked with their chemistry. Lucky for me I’ve never watched To Sir With Love before, so I did… and I can hear the wedding bells ringing as soon as I saw how his hunky meaty goodness handle that rusted half scissors turned murder weapon.

First Kanaphan - Alan/Sand (Moonlight Chicken/Only Friends)

I’ve been salivating for this man since Not Me. I suffered through The Shipper for this man. It’s not just his beautiful handsome gorgeous self that does it for me, its also his charm. Like he’s so charming and has this aura about him that’s just warm and homey. His smile is like the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. His eyes are just so sparkly and beautiful, if I ever meet him irl I’d probably trip over myself getting lost in them. I understand Khaotung not wanting to share him with anyone because I would do the same.

Bright - Yai (I Feel You Linger In The Air)

He’s so handsome I can cry. This man is like Jam x2. Like he has such a perfect face for male lead in romance genre. Where has he been all my life?? Maybe its Yai the character that feeds my deluluism, but when General Yai popped up in ifylita with a freakin porn stache and I wasn’t immidiately appalled, I knew I was a goner.

Neo - Boston (Only Friends)

Neo has always been cute to me. Catches my eye in every series he’s in but then Only Friends happened AND I WAS FLOORED!!! It was like ya know when you enter your teen years and that cute person you’ve grown up with had a growth spurt and you’re like daaaang when did you get hot 👀 Yeah that’s me with Neo.

Ohm Pawat - Pat (Bad Buddy)

specifically Ohm as Pat cause he was chunky and meaty and oof his arms were distracting as fuck. Anytime he showed up with that damn tank top I was like pls may I bite. He’s just so *feral animalistic growling* I personally love a man whos chunky meaty mucles and looks like they can lift me. AND HIS SMILE??? HIS TWINKLING EYED SMILE?!?!?!?! I’m gone. what a baaaabe!!!

Try imagining? alrighty if you say so 😚

Keita Machida - Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

I remember watching cherry magic for the first time in 2020 and I was in awe. He is so dreamy and handsome. I hate to say it again guys but.. his smile!! Like I’m obsessed with him!! Both me and bestie screamed when we saw him in Alice In Borderland (overgrown blondie with roots showing and he is messy and he smokes and I was barely breathing) and then scream cried when his head EXPLODED!?!?!?!) Anyway, I’d marry this guy. like legit.

Earth Pirapat - Jim (Moonlight Chicken)

I am not done with the young dilfs. I have no other words other than !! HIM !! like I would need to make a seperate Earth appreciation post to start talking about him. This post is getting too long anyway so I’m gonna not say much here but.. just know I would drop everything for him.

Papang - Gumpa (Not Me)

my need for Papang to suffocate me in his tiddies arms is like my human need to eat to keep myself sustained. He just looks like the best recharging station. That doesn’t make sense but it makes sense.

Even going through the gif list to choose a Papang gif gave my tummy flips

Bosston Suphadach - Pruk (Between Us)

THERE’S A NEWBIE ON MY LIST WOO!!! I feel like because he hasnt been here long and has only played sub-minor parts, people forgot about him .. BUT I. DID. NOT. <3 Did you see him in between us alongside Sammy?? Yes. I too would be purposefully tripping in front of him so that he can hold me in his big strong arms. Also him and the doctor in Be My Favourite?? SIIIIICKKK!!!! Let’s just say I’m excited to watch their spinoff next year ✨

I’ve got a few more but these men are mainly the ones that I need to have. In conclusion, Big Guy, Big Arms, Big Smiles. Love them, Love Him.

thank you lovely gif makers @zhivchik @mushiemadarame @rayandgay @wanderlust-in-my-soul @kiyosuku @warmday @sunsetandthemoon @bunnakit @daikunart and lovely moots @dramalets @drama-nonsense @mooniyuta @mooninagust @these-emo-thoughts @sparklyeyedhimbo @khaotungsfirst @blue-grama @absolutebl @troubled-mind who enable this obsession.

#blneobin #tagged #BL nation

[blueascend]

Rokkaku Yuta hadn’t always been the most observant person.

It was hard to believe now, but it was true. He’d been the last in their friend group to notice Minato and Keita’s relationship. He’d even gone out with his first girlfriend four times before he realized they were dating. Back in his University days, he’d truly been hopeless!

But ever since he started working at Toyokawa, he’d been honing his observational skills. It was important for a good salesman to know their client well without asking too many questions, after all, and Rokkaku planned on being the best. 

He was certainly learning from the best - Kurosawa was the kind of mentor any new salesman could only dream of and Rokkaku was not going to let him down. 

Still, Rokkaku had to admit, he did have some room for improvement.

“You wanted to talk to me, Kurosawa-san?”

Kurosawa looked unusually somber as he closed the door behind them, leaving them alone in the empty conference room. Whatever he had to tell Rokkaku, surely it couldn’t be bad? He’d seemed so happy lately, even when he tried to hide it behind his professional facade. 

(See? Observant.)

“Kurosawa?”

Kurosawa drew a deep breath. “I have some news to share.”

“Bad news?” Rokkaku asked.

“No.” Kurosawa shook his head. “Just the opposite.”

Rokkaku smacked his arm playfully. “Well, why the long expression then?”

“Ah, I - I’m worried, I suppose.” Kurosawa smiled, small and stiff. “I don’t think I need to be but I can’t help it. Force of habit.”

For once, Rokkaku was at a loss for words. He’d never seen Kurosawa like this, holding himself with such wariness. Whatever he was about to say, it seemed like he might be - scared of Rokkaku’s reaction? But that couldn’t be it, could it?

“I’m moving in with my partner,” Kurosawa finally said. “And I - we would like to invite you to the small housewarming we’re hosting.”

Rokkaku’s eyes widened. “Eh? But that’s great news! Why would that worry you?”

“...It’s Adachi.”

Rokkaku blinked. Kurosawa’s voice was quiet but he was pretty sure he’d heard him correctly. Hadn’t he?

“Adachi and I are moving in together,” Kurosawa said, seeming to understand that Rokkaku needed the clarification. “We’ve been dating for almost a year.”

Kurosawa and..... Adachi??

Rokkaku stared into space, memories rushing through his brain and rearranging themselves to fit this new context. Almost a year? So that time just after Christmas - and with Adachi’s accident - and last week, when he saw them get in the same cab....

“I never would have guessed,” Rokkaku admitted. “You hid it so well!”

Kurosawa laughed nervously. “We tried.” He swallowed.. “Are you alright with it?”

“Alright?” Rokkaku repeated incredulously. “You and Adachi are my most respected seniors and two of my favorite people. And to learn that you’ve found happiness together - that’s amazing!”

Kurosawa’s shoulders sagged, relief flooding his expression. He blinked, eyes suddenly shining. “Yeah?”

“Yes, of course!” 

Rokkaku grinned and, unable to hold back his exuberance any longer, reached out to hug Kurosawa tightly. It was hardly appropriate but what the hell - Kurosawa wasn’t just his senior, he was his friend!

He feared for a moment he’d overstepped but then Kurosawa laughed and hugged him back. When they parted he’d regained his composure, although his eyes were still shiny. Rokkaku chose not to comment.

“Seriously, though,” Rokkaku said. “I never would have seen it coming. You are two such different people - but it makes sense, in a way. You compliment each other.”

Kurosawa’s smile widened. “When did you get so wise?”

Rokkaku preened.

The housewarming party was indeed small, just the two hosts plus Rokkaku, Fujisaki, Minato and Tsuge. 

Tsuge and Minato brought sake as well as an advance copy of Tsuge’s latest novel (“It’s not a gift so much as homework. I need to know which parts are exciting and you are my most dedicated reader, Adachi.”) 

Fujisaki brought a beautiful snack box, the kind that would be perfect for distinguished company. (“We’re saving this for when your sister visits.” “But she said distinguished company, Adachi.” “You can be such a brat, you know that?”)

And Rokkaku brought - 

“A cactus?” 

Kurosawa turned the pot over in his hands with a puzzled smile.

“I read that a potted plant would be a good housewarming gift,” Rokkaku explained. “I picked this because I didn’t want to burden just one of you with caring for it and a cactus would be very difficult for Ada-” he cut himself off with a cough, amending, “for anyone to kill.”

Adachi laughed, taking the pot from Kurosawa’s hands and setting it down on the counter. “That’s very thoughtful, Rokkaku, thank you.”

Rokkaku shot him a thumbs-up.

They gathered around the small table - it was a tight fit, but they managed - toasting to the happy couple and their future. For the next couple of hours, the beer and conversation flowed freely. Rokkaku had to admit that although it was strange to see his seniors in this new context, it was also very heartwarming.

They looked at ease together, in a way he hadn’t even realized they didn’t apart. Clearly, they were good for each other. 

Although, it also made him wonder...

“Were you together yet the first time I visited you here?” 

He didn’t even realize he’d spoken aloud until the rest of them turned to look at him, all looking various degrees of confused.

“At our sleepover last year,” he elaborated. A sudden terrible thought occurred. “Was I crashing date night?!”

Adachi laughed, Kurosawa hiding his grin behind his glass. “Ah, no, you didn’t. We got together soon after, though.”

“How did that happen?” Fujisaki inquired, the question sounding politely curious rather than nosy coming from her. “I’ve never heard that story.”

“Me neither,” Minato chimed in. “Who asked out who?”

Adachi and Kurosawa exchanged looks, loaded with some meaning Rokkaku couldn’t decipher. 

“Wait,” Rokkaku said. “Don’t say it yet, let us guess! It must have been-”

“Kurosawa,” he, Minato and Fujisaki said at once.

Adachi frowned. “Hey, why does no one think it was me?”

“It wasn’t,” Kurosawa reminded him, giving Adachi such a loving look that Rokkaku could feel it like a wave from across the table. "I also told you I liked you first, remember?”

“Well, I did it second,” Adachi mumbled, resting his pink cheek against his palm. “I ran halfway across the neighborhood just to catch you on your way home to tell you.”

Rokkaku gasped. “How romantic!”

“Mhm,” Kurosawa hummed, stars in his eyes as he reminisced. “Very.”

“Kurosawa also fell in love first, didn’t he?” Fujisaki said. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and Rokkaku suspected she wouldn’t have spoken up if she were entirely sober.

Drunk Fujisaki was a bit of a trouble maker, it turned out. 

Rokkaku approved.

“I did, yes,” Kurosawa said with a dramatic sigh. “All those years, spent pining away hopelessly...”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Adachi laughed.

Kurosawa blinked. “But I’m not? I was in love with you for seven years before we got together.”

“Eh?” Adachi’s mouth dropped open. “You are exaggerating now, Yuichi!”

Rokkaku and Fujisaki exchanged shocked, delighted glances. Seven years? Yuichi??

“I’m not,” Kurosawa repeated, wrapping his arms around Adachi’s shoulders, the rest of them seemingly forgotten. “You should comfort me, Kiyoshi, it was very difficult!”

Rokkaku was sure it had been - how could it not? He couldn’t imagine loving anyone for seven years, let alone having it be unrequited for all that time. But Kurosawa looked blissfully happy now, clinging to Adachi like an octopus, blushing cheeks pressed together.

“You’re drunk,” Adachi said through his laughter, but he was leaning into Kurosawa’s embrace anyway.

“You’re drunk,” Kurosawa replied.

“We’re all drunk!” Tsuge exclaimed, raising his glass, leaning heavily against a grinning Minato.

Rokkaku raised his glass as well, the two of them toasting and then downing the rest of their drinks. 

“I hope you realize none of you are crashing here tonight,” Adachi said dryly. His authority was somewhat undermined by his octopus boyfriend, still wrapped around him.

It was very strange, seeing them like this, but Rokkaku felt privileged to witness it. To know they had such deep trust in him. 

He may still not be the most observant, but there was one thing he was happy he excelled at - being the kind of man his friends could confide in.

#30sai made Dotei dato Mahotsukai ni Narerurashii #cherry magic #kurodachi #rokkaku yuta #fanfic

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Pick Nic in the Park

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Side Pairing: RinPana Also Staring: Ai, Honoka Rating: G Words: 536 AU: Theater (monster types are unimportant here) Fandom: Love Live, Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Picnic

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Author’s Note: Primary entry for Oct 13th

Summary: The Sonoda Kurosawa Theater’s actors spend a morning rehearsing in the park

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“Wait, no, that wasn’t right.” Nico said.

“No, you got it right.” Maki glanced at the script in her hand.

“I got the words right, but it didn’t feel right.” Nico clarified.

Maki shrugged. “I thought it sounded fine.”

“I still want to do it again. Can we go back… uhm…” she checked her own copy “back to when you come in the door.”

“That far back?” Maki raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I want to make sure I get that reaction right too.”

Maki sighed. “Fine.”

The actors of the Sonoda Kurosawa theater were currently rehearsing for their newest production. However, this morning, they were not at the theater, rather scattered around the nearby park. The theater had been the subject of a nasty prank that caused most of it to reek of death.

A handful of brave individuals had stayed behind to clean up the mess and Nico wasn’t sure where the orchestra and other staff had gone off to. But the actors were enjoying a beautiful day practicing in the park. Honestly, if the weather continued to hold out, Nico considered requesting more rehearsals be held out here. She and Maki had made great headway on the scene they were working on, as well as one with Setsuna and Hanayo. And in a little bit, they were going to see if Kasumi and Shizuku wanted to work on a scene that included their characters.

Maki had just turned around to act out opening a door when something caught her attention.

“Nico-cha~n! Maki-cha~n!” a voice called from behind Nico.

She turned to see Rin moving toward them at a speed most humans wouldn’t be able to maintain considering the load she was carrying.

“Where’s Kayo-chin?” The orange-haired girl asked. “Never mind, I see her.” And just like that, she had moved on.

“Anywhere in particular you want us to set up?” Honoka asked, approaching at a more moderate pace.

“Did Umi and Dia buy us lunch?” Nico asked despite knowing the answer.

“Yup.” Honoka confirmed. “Say, is anyone using those?” She motioned to about a dozen nearby plastic-coated metal tables.

“I guess we are now.” Nico shrugged. “Need any help?”

“Yeah. That’d be great.” The caterer grinned.

A short while later, other theater staff began to arrive, having been notified by Umi to gather at the park for lunch.

“Ne, Makky,” Ai slipped up next to Maki as they made their way through the line for food, “are you going to <pick Nic for your picnic?>” She switched to English at the end of her question before laughing.

“Am I going to what?” Maki either missed the pun or was not impressed by it. Nico leaned toward the latter.

“Of course Makky is going to <pick Nic for her picnic.>” Nico decided to go along with it. “Who else would she eat with?” She added in a singsong voice.

“…” Maki glanced between to the other woman. “I’m going to go eat with Hanayo and Rin.” And with that she added a few last things to her plate and headed toward the table with the named women.

“Wait! Maki-chan!” Nico called, slapping a few more things to her own plate before rushing to catch up.

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Author’s Note Continued: I read the prompt and Ai’s pun immediately came to mind and I knew I had to write it. Thus the decision came down to where to put it, PoH, UW or something new. This event already inspired me to start a new Superstar fic when I haven’t even finished watching the first season, so I was more hesitant about the third option. UW is, generally, more serious, so PoH it was.

Also, this is another chapter that is highly likely to be expanded on when I get around to integrating it into the PoH-PP collection.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Love Live #Putting on Hairs #Promptober 2022 #fanfic

[boyfriendsmalec]

Making out in Kurosawa’s bed before going to sleep had become a common occurrence for Adachi. Almost routine. As if it was just another step that came before going to bed.

Adachi loved it. He loved being close to Kurosawa like this. He loved the little breathy sounds Kurosawa made when Adachi flicked his tongue over his bottom lip or the way Kurosawa lightly sucked at the mole underneath his ear. He loved the way their legs tangled together underneath the sheets and how he could feel Kurosawa’s heartbeat hammering against his chest.

But Adachi had a problem. And it wasn’t the kissing. Not exactly.

The problem was that making out led to more of Kurosawa’s fantasies. Kurosawa’s very explicit fantasies. 

More and more it felt wrong being able to read Kurosawa’s mind without his knowledge. He tried to ignore it at first. The thoughts that came flooding into his mind whenever he and Kurosawa touched. But it was like trying not to eavesdrop on a conversation someone was having only feet away from you. Even if you didn’t want to pay attention, your ear still caught the words.

He wanted to tell Kurosawa that he could hear his thoughts. That he could see his fantasies. At the same time he wondered if it was necessary. Once they had sex, this power would go away. Maybe he would never have to know?

Still it didn’t feel quite right. Plus Adachi had no idea when they would ever have sex. It overwhelmed him just kissing Kurosawa, he wasn’t sure what would happen once they went further. 

So he tried his best to just be present.

And in the present moment Kurosawa was between Adachi’s legs, pressing kiss after kiss along his jawline. Adachi dug his fingers further into Kurosawa’s hair, delighting in the feeling of Kurosawa’s touch. He felt hungry for it. For Kurosawa’s touch, for the feeling of Kurosawa’s lips against his own, for the weight of Kurosawa pressing into him. 

Before Adachi could fully process what he was doing, he raised his hands up to start undoing the buttons of Kurosawa’s silk night shirt. Kurosawa pulled back, eyes wide. They’d never gone so far as to start removing each other’s clothing before. They only kept their hands above the waist and above clothing at all times. Had for the past two months now. But Adachi wanted more. He just wasn’t sure how much more. 

“Is this okay?” Adachi asked, unsure. Kurosawa gifted him a breathless smile in return.

“Of course,” Kurosawa said, aiding Adachi in ridding his night shirt. Adachi’s fingers shook as he plucked each button loose, and before he knew it Kurosawa was slipping his shirt from his shoulders, leaving Kurosawa’s bare chest fully on display.

Adachi blinked a few times in rapid succession.

Kurosawa had abs because of course he did. His skin was silky smooth and before Adachi could really think he was brushing his fingers along Kurosawa’s chest, over his racing heart. 

This must be the best night of my life.

No-- That was when Adachi first told me he liked me.

No-- It was the night Adachi first kissed me.

No-- Oh, crap, I’m getting hard.

Adachi did his best not to glance down, letting out a shaky exhale. Kurosawa angled his hips away from Adachi, trying to keep a calm expression on his face. 

“You’re beautiful,” Adachi finally said and Kurosawa looked like he was about to faint.

Marry me. 

Adachi stilled for a moment, before shaking his head, forcing himself to relax. To push aside Kurosawa’s thoughts and focus on what was in front of him. 

“You can, um, remove mine too,” Adachi half-mumbled, pulling his hand away from Kurosawa’s chest and grabbing one of Kurosawa’s hands and bringing it to his shirt.

Kurosawa looked like he definitely was going to faint now.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Adachi gave him a reassuring smile.

“Nothing below the waist right?” Kurosawa asked, searching Adachi’s face. 

“Yeah,” Adachi nodded. 

Kurosawa and he had sat down only a few weeks into dating and had the “sex talk.” It’d been slightly embarrassing on Adachi’s end, but it was much needed.

Adachi had assumed Kurosawa had sex before, and their conversation only  confirmed it to him. Surprisingly he wasn’t as experienced as Adachi expected. He’d only had sex with two people before. A girlfriend in high school and another in college. He’d only had sex with both women only a handful of times each. He’d not really enjoyed it much, but at the time he had been trying to convince himself he was straight. When he had sex with Adachi, it would be his first time with a guy, and the first time he’d have sex since he was twenty-two.

“It’ll be the first time I have sex with someone I love,” Kurosawa had told him, and Adachi’s heart had practically burst at that statement. 

Still, Kurosawa told him they’d move at Adachi’s pace. Adachi told him he didn’t feel comfortable with anything beneath the waist, and Kurosawa had solidly kept to that. No matter how many times Adachi could feel him losing control when they would kiss, he respected Adachi’s boundaries.

He never made fun of Adachi for his lack of experience. He saw it as a privilege, and an honor somehow, to be all of Adachi’s firsts. But Adachi didn’t want Kurosawa to just be his firsts. He wanted him to be the only one he did this with. 

Adachi used to feel nothing toward the idea of having sex before Kurosawa. It was only after a lengthy conversation one day at work with Fujisaki that he realized that he was actually demisexual. He’d told Kurosawa that very evening about it and Kurosawa of course fully accepted it and said it didn’t change anything. He’d simply said if Adachi wanted to wait ten years, it was fine. If he never wanted to have sex, it was fine. 

It was hard to believe someone loved him that much sometimes. That Kurosawa loved him that much.

Adachi broke out of his daze as Kurosawa urged him to sit up, in order to slip Adachi’s night shirt off. Adachi helped him in doing so. Once it was off, Kurosawa looked at him, eyes glazed over. Kurosawa’s brain had turned to mush and Adachi couldn’t even quite understand his thoughts in that moment. 

HessohotsowonderfulIlovehimandneverwanttolethimgo.

And then Kurosawa’s lips were on his and he was pressing him into the bed again. It felt different kissing like this without their shirts. Feeling the slide of Kurosawa’s skin against his, one of Kurosawa’s hands running up and down his chest. Adachi kept his hand curved around Kurosawa’s bicep, thumb tracing along a prominent tendon. 

Adachi briefly wondered what it’d be like kissing Kurosawa without any clothes at all. 

His face burned red hot at the thought. 

Kurosawa’s thoughts surprisingly weren’t as erotic as Adachi had anticipated them to be. Instead they turned excessively sweet. About how much he loved Adachi and wanted to worship every part of him. Adachi’s face continued to burn at the onslaught of emotions both he and Kurosawa were feeling.

Suddenly a vision of Kurosawa’s hit him and hit him hard.

He was no longer in bed with Kurosawa kissing. At first he didn’t know where he was. It was a rather large building, with glass chandeliers, flower petals adorning the floor, people seated out like an audience before a stage-play and--

It was a wedding. 

And it wasn’t just any wedding. It was their wedding. His and Kurosawa’s.

Kurosawa was slipping a ring onto his finger and tears were running down both of their faces. And then Adachi was slipping a ring onto Kurosawa’s finger and they were kissing and--

“Adachi.”

Adachi was jarred sharply out of his fantasy and back to reality. 

“Adachi... you’re crying.”

He was? Adachi felt at his face. It was wet. 

Adachi felt a lump settle in his throat. He’d done it again. Infiltrated one of Kurosawa’s fantasies. He’d invaded his personal space. Those were private thoughts of Kurosawa’s. Things that should be his to view alone.

Kurosawa didn’t know he was sharing these things with Adachi. What would he think if he knew he’d seen that? That he’d seen and heard so many things?

I hate seeing that far-away look in Adachi’s eye. He looks so distant. I wish he’d talk to me. Did we move too fast? Did I do something wrong?

Adachi lightly pushed Kurosawa off him, so his brain wouldn’t be riddled with Kurosawa’s thoughts. He saw a flash of hurt cross Kurosawa’s face. 

“Is something wrong? Talk to me,” Kurosawa said. His voice sounded so broken. Adachi couldn’t bring himself to speak, simply fumbling to put his shirt back on. He hadn’t withdrawn from Kurosawa this much since they first began their relationship. 

Kurosawa said nothing then, putting his shirt back on as well.

“Are you okay?” Kurosawa finally asked once they were both fully clothed. 

Adachi hands balled into fists on his lap. He fought the urge to run away. He could do it too. Grab his shoes and his jacket and just go. It didn’t matter that there were no trains this time of night and he’d just have to sleep in some internet café. In that moment he felt he would do anything to not confront the onslaught of doubt pressing into him. 

He was afraid. Of what would happen if he told Kurosawa… if Kurosawa knew...

“What if you knew something about me...” Adachi murmured, so softly that he was sure Kurosawa would have to strain to hear it. “What if you found out something about me and… you didn’t want to be with me after that?”

It was a breach of trust. He’d read Kurosawa’s mind so many times. Never on purpose of course, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Kurosawa didn’t know.

“Are asking hypothetically or…?” Kurosawa asked softly. “Kiyoshi, nothing you could say could change the way I feel for you. I love you.” Adachi’s eyes shot up. It was the first time Kurosawa used his given name. His expression was so earnest, so warm, so open that Adachi felt his eyes grow warm and itchy. He tried to discreetly wipe his eyes. 

And then Kurosawa was wiping at the corner of Adachi’s eye with the pad of his thumb.

I never want to see him like this again. Clearly something is eating away at him. 

Adachi jerked back, and Kurosawa’s expression became increasingly concerned. 

“Adachi, talk to me,” Kurosawa said, and his expression was so tender, that Adachi had to look away. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” Adachi muttered, shaking his head, throat tight. “You won’t believe me.”

“I won’t think you’re crazy. I promise,” Kurosawa swore, shifting closer to him. 

Adachi froze for a minute. Was he really about to do this? He hadn’t planned this. He should’ve written it out. Should’ve just handed it to him as a note. He couldn’t say the words out loud. They were stuck in the back of his throat.

“I can read minds,” Adachi blurted out. Blunt, to the point. He didn’t know quite how else to put it. He risked a glance at Kurosawa’s face, whose expression was blank. “When I-I touch people,” Adachi continued, fingers flexing on his lap. “I can hear what they’re thinking… see what they’re thinking too sometimes…”

Kurosawa’s expression shifted back to that of worry and concern. 

“You said you’d believe me,” Adachi swallowed. “You said you would.”

“I do believe you,” Kurosawa said slowly, voice careful and measured. “I believe you… think you can read minds.”

Adachi let out a low whine, and grabbed at Kurosawa’s hand. 

“‘Adachi’s never acted like this before,’” Adachi said, repeating the thoughts that echoed inside of Kurosawa’s head. “‘I’m worried. Should I call someone? I should get him help. Get him to see a counselor. Someone.’”

Kurosawa ripped his hand away from Adachi’s and Adachi’s heart broke just a little bit. 

“How did you do that?” Kurosawa whispered, looking down at Adachi’s hands.

“It’s not a magic trick,” Adachi insisted. “It’s real. I got this ability on my thirtieth  birthday.”

“You…” Kurosawa paused, looking off to the side, face flooding with horror. 

Before Kurosawa could stand up, before he could do anything else, Adachi quickly, and firmly, pulled him into a warm embrace. 

“Don’t leave, please don't," Adachi pleaded.

Kurosawa pulled back a bit, expression slightly strained and contorted, but his eyes were still warm. It gave Adachi a flicker of hope.

“Adachi, I may be in complete and absolute shock but… I would never leave you. Not for anything,” Kurosawa said softly. “It’s just, well, a bit unbelievable.”

“I understand, I felt the same way,” Adachi started before hesitating. “You just looked…like you were going to run away. I know that look. You’ve seen how many times I’ve run away before.”

Kurosawa gave him a small smile. “No, no. I was just scared because I thought, well, if this is true, then how many embarrassing things you must have heard me sa-- think.” Kurosawa shook his head. 

“Uh, yeah,” Adachi cleared his throat. “That’s why… why I thought you wouldn’t want to be around me anymore. Because I’ve heard a lot of things you would never have told me in-person and I felt guilty.”

Kurosawa just stared at him blankly for a minute, his mind slowly processing this wealth of information. “So you knew I liked you before we got together?” Kurosawa said slowly, looking to Adachi for confirmation. Adachi bobbed his head and Kurosawa continued, “So you’ve heard every cheesy and corny thought I’ve ever had about you the past couple months?”

“Well, yeah,” Adachi said, with a flicker of a smile. “But I always thought it was sweet.”

Kurosawa looked like he wanted to cry.

“You’re saying you heard all that yet you still want to be with me?” Kurosawa asked, looking rather overwhelmed. 

“Well, yes,” Adachi said, as if it was obvious. “Hearing your thoughts… it’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place.”

“Thank god for this gift then,” Kurosawa murmured, leaning forward to rest his hand against Adachi’s cheek.

If you can hear me know this Adachi Kiyoshi. I will always love you, no matter what. Whatever this is, be it magic, or something else. I will always be by your side.

“I love you too, Yuichi,” Adachi murmured, feeling his own eyes grow watery too. Kurosawa wrapped him in a tight hug, Adachi quickly burrowing his face into the crook of Kurosawa’s neck. 

“Say it again,” Kurosawa whispered and it took Adachi a moment to realize what Kurosawa was referring too. 

“Yuichi,” Adachi said softly. “My Yuichi.”

“My Kiyoshi,” Kurosawa said reverently, pressing a warm kiss to his shoulder.

They sat like that for a while, wrapped around each other. Eventually though they both drew back. Kurosawa rested his forehead against Adachi’s.

“Can I ask you a question?” Kurosawa asked after a moment, Adachi humming in confirmation. “Does Tsuge know about this gift?”

“Why do you ask?” Adachi’s eyes fluttered open.

“You always seem to be having these… silent conversations,” Kurosawa acknowledged. “Does he have this gift too?”

“Yes,” Adachi said with a soft laugh. “We both got it on our thirtieth birthday.”

“Why?” Kurosawa asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Well according to an urban legend if you’re a virgin on your thirtieth birthday, you can wield magic,” Adachi told him after a brief pause. “And well… we can both read minds.”

Kurosawa eyed him carefully. “So does that mean when we have sex you’ll lose this ability?”

“I mean, I’m assuming so, yeah,” Adachi said with a shrug. 

“Wow.” Kurosawa seemed to blank out a bit after that. “And you’d really be willing to give up this ability? I can understand if you want to keep it.”

“What?” Adachi asked, perplexed. “No, Kurosawa. One day I… I want to give you everything. Every part of me. And if that means giving up my ability so be it. I’m grateful for it, because it gave me you. But otherwise, I’m fine without it. Really.” 

“Of course you’re the one with mind-reading abilities,” Kurosawa mused after a moment. “If it were me, we would’ve gotten together a lot sooner.”

“Hey,” Adachi laughed. 

“Seven years, Adachi. Seven years.” 

“We’ll just have to make up for it then,” Adachi said with a shy smile.

“Promise?”

Adachi leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Kurosawa’s lips, leaving him looking wide-eyed and breathless. 

“Promise,” Adachi swore. “With all of my heart.”

#cherry magic #cherry magic fanfic #cherry magic fanfiction #kurodachi #kurodachi fanfic #kurodachi fanfiction #my fic #WRITING THIS GAVE ME SO MANY EMOTIONS I CANT TELL YOU #i really really hope you guys enjoy this one #again reblog or comment if you can bc it really means a lot to me! #i love seeing other people's comments on my stories #i read every tag of people who reblog and read every comment!

[alterrune]

CHAPTER ASKS 7:

Ouch... Alright I just fell... Hope this goes to them/them. Idk what they gone through but according to an audio tape I found in the Kurosawa Airship... It's honestly shocking. They into something known as beast forms... Lea- I meant Wiseclover hasn't been captured, I think. You okay System? Yes, just fried a couple chips. Alright, I'm so damn tired. I'm just gonna go to the restaurant near me... System? Do you need anything? Falls (yes I put an undertale reference. And yes they're not dead.)

(Considering this blog is called "Alterrune", your Undertale reference 100% justified. -IRL!Alterrune)

Wait...why did they say "them" in two different ways?

What do you mean, Alter?

Look, right there. Hack!Anon used the word twice, but using four colors for each.

Hmm...the second one is probably supposed to be us...Sweetheart, what do you think?

I think you're probably right, Henry. Those are our trademark colors; Alter's red, Violet's purple, your blue and my pink.

Yeah, and it looks like those first two colors are used again in the first one, so it looks like Hack!Anon is determined to find me and Vi regardless.

But then...who are the black and green bits supposed to represent?

I mean, the green could represent Carol or Reginald...but I have no idea who the black text could mean.

I mean, it could be IRL!Alterrune. His text is usually the default black text.

Well, that is true, but like we explained earlier, he's in an entirely different world from us, so Hack!Anon wouldn't be able to get to him.

Well, either way, it's glad to know System and Hack!Anon are both okay. They've given nothing but radio silence for a long time before now.

Yeah, ditto. And it sounds like that info that we were informed that Hack!Anon leaked to the Heaven Incursion was completely unintentional, so we don't have to shake him down like we were going to.

#altering the outcome #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion

[shinonometrash]

💕🍄The 12 Days of Ayumu 🍄💕

July 8th, Day 3 of Ayumu’s Birthday Celebration Countdown!!

Today we’ll be looking at some more content from the first Peach Fanclub booklet! 

Kurosawa’s DogMagi Fashion Check

A tsundere prince who steals the hearts of countless girls~ I don’t understand why you’re always doing whatever you want. Could you not put a line like this in huge lettering?

Check (1) Be gone, mushroom!  With his hair parted to the side, I’d say this hairstyle looks perfect on him!

Check (2) Ayumu in a formal suit! As one would expect from the first place winner! So handsome~

Check (3) Tightly fitted pants with bejeweled sides, stylish as always! Just like an idol!  We’d expect nothing less from our Ayumu!

Ayumu Shinonome Special Interview!

Kurosawa: Lovely members of Shinonome’s fan club, thank you so much for your patience! Between now and the end of the year, we will be publishing four of these booklets featuring Ayumu Shinonome!

Shinonome: Hello, thanks for having me

Kurosawa: Now, for our first edition, I present to you an exclusive Ayumu Shinonome Special Interview! Let’s uncover the secrets of the Ayumu we all know and love!

Ayumu: I’ll answer as long as it’s something within reason…Say, Toru, why are you the one doing this interview?

Kurosawa: Because you and I are best friends after all!

Ayumu: That’s the first time I’ve heard of this

Kurosawa: Don’t say such cruel things please…!

Ayumu: Yeah yeah, I don’t have much time so let’s get on with it.

How do you feel about winning first place in the election? Honestly, I was surprised. I wouldn’t have ever expected it myself. At the same time I felt pretty happy, too, though. I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t like being supported.

Is there a reason the fanclub is named “Peach Fanclub”? It’s because I love peach nectar. Thinking of a name for my own fan club was pretty embarrassing. It’s not really something that comes up in usual day to day life…

Kurosawa: How do you feel about calling everyone in the fanclub “Peach”? I think it’d really bring everyone closer together~

Shinonome: I don’t really care, you can do what you want. I won’t be calling them that, though.

A big part of Kurosawa’s image is that he’s always taking photos. Ayumu, do you take pictures as well? Well, I’m not into voyeurism like Toru, but I’ll occasionally snap a photo or two if I see nice scenery. For example, took a lot of photos of dinosaur fossils last time I went to the dinosaur museum.

Kurosawa: Voyeurism?! Excuse me, but I’ve never specifically violated the law by taking a photo!! Plus, Ayumu, don’t you have a photo of Hyogo??

Shinonome: Well, I don’t NOT have one, but I’m not sure what Kaga would do if I showed it here.

Kurosawa: Then you can show it privately to me after this~ Please?

Shinonome: No way, we’d be committing double suicide if I did.

What do you like to do on your days off? Housework and shopping. If I have enough time, I guess I’ll play games or mess around with a computer? Looking at different computer parts can be fun, too. Sometimes I’ll find myself absorbed in it for hours.

Why do you act so cold?

Kurosawa: He’s not cold, he’s just bad at being honest~

Shinonome: Shut up, Toru, you’re annoying.

Is it really necessary to reveal anything and everything you’re thinking? I mean…besides, sure, maybe sometimes I don’t use enough words here and there…but I think it’s enough to get the point across, no?

Please say a word to everyone! I’ve had a valuable experience today, so thank you everybody. This is just the beginning, so I hope everyone enjoys themselves.

Thank you to @world-a-to-z​ for screenshots of the booklets! 

Stay tuned for more Ayumu content in the upcoming days! You’ll find links to all the posted content here!

#the 12 days of ayumu #ayumu's birthday celebration #happy birthday shinonome #ayumu shinonome #hlitf shinonome #hlitf ayumu #her love in the force #hlitf #my trash translations #love 365 #shinonome ayumu #voltage romance games #voltage otome #otome #東雲歩

[creativityobsessed]

📓

Listen, you know all of my fics, so no matter what I pick, it's not gonna be news. So, we're gonna talk about my Kurodachi Howl's Moving Castle AU. I'm me, so it would be an extremely long fic, probably, which means it'll be forever till I get to it, but basically, Adachi as Sophie, the hatter's son, who has always been good at making hats, and selling exactly the right hat to the right person. Kurosawa as Howl, pursued by Matsuura (the witch of the waste) because she loves pretty things, and believes that all pretty things should belong to her. He's taken to a moving castle to hide from her, but has hung around Adachi's town for far too long, after an encounter where Adachi protected him from the Witch without knowing who he was or what the situation was between them - he just got bad vibes about the whole thing and decided to step in (this probably comes out somewhere later in the fic, but I don't even have an outline for this one, just the vaguest of notes). Kurosawa manages to avoid her notice for some seven years, just hanging around the outskirts of town, but eventually she catches up to him, sees who he's watching, realizes who Adachi is, and decides to curse him so that Kurosawa will give up on him, making him unrecognizable. Joke's on her, of course, because Kurosawa simps for Adachi so hard that he recognizes him immediately when he shows up to the castle.

That's sorta all I've got, because I haven't decided many things, such as: Does Adachi still have mind reading powers, or is his magic more like Sophie's? Or why not both? Does Turniphead make an appearance? What's the story with Calcifer in this one (I think I had an explanation at one point, but I didn't write it down so it's gone)? As for the rest of our cast: Fujisaki as Sophie's Bakery sister (though not related to Adachi) Tsuge as Sophie's Witchery sister (again, not related to Adachi)

Rokkaku as Markl/Michael

It's very tempting to make Aneki Calcifer but that could be weird depending on how I decide to handle the whole Calcifer business, so idk.

So yeah, an AU that is on my list for, you know, fifth down the line of long fics after I finish so many others.

#asks #unacaritafeliz #fanfiction #cherry magic #kurodachi #howl's moving castle au

[tomorrowsdrama]

Sigh, blame it on quarantine or something, but I am so into Machida Keita right now.  Don’t get me wrong, I can totally see how he’s good looking, he’s just not my usual taste.  At least, not in like 10 years.  I remember binging the first 4 episodes of Cherry Magic and thinking “oh yeah, I guess I can see how he’s considered an ikemen but not really my thing.”  He’s just so clean cut and straight laced looking...and TINY!  He also seems to have a penchant for playing the perfect, elite, ikemen type in a business suit all the time and that’s not usually my bag.

I usually like them a bit scruffier and messier with more meat on their bones.  Yet, here I am, downloading all of his prior dramas that I think would be worth watching (so far only 3 and tbh one of them looks questionable but could be fun in a dumb, mindless way) and watching clips of him on variety shows on Chinese streaming sites. I mean I’ve gone far enough to even know that he had an unfortunate phase (that most Japanese actors go through) where he had overly plucked thin eyebrows.  Which, when you look at how nice and full his eyebrows are now, was truly a disservice to his face.  Maybe it’s because I spent my teens and early 20s watching jdramas and thin/lanky looking Japanese men so it’s left an imprint on me or something...Anyway, whatever it is, I’m just gonna go with it.  So have some spam of him looking very attractive in episode 8 of Cherry Magic:

It doesn’t help that he’s always giving Adachi bedroom eyes either.

And what a pretty profile he has.  He even makes reciting mushy love poems attractive!

Loved Adachi’s incredulous look here by the way.  Me too, bro.  I used to date a poet and thank god he never tried to recite a poem directly to me.

Kurosawa:

Me:

And then he gets called an uncle/old man and I totally get his reaction. I feel the same way any time someone calls me ma’am.

I also love the moments when he’s not so composed and just going WTF.

So anyway, long story short, your girl is thirsty AF (what else is new lmao) for a type that she hasn’t been into since her early 20s so she’s a bit confused but is trying to make the best of it and just gonna roll with it.

#machida keita #cherry magic #30sai made Dotei dato Mahotsukai ni Narerurashii #jdrama

[cubedmango]

Like they were so sick and twisted??? And the way adachi said that it was too sappy but he himself also had such a goofily delighted smile plastered onto his face the whole time like you are JUST as bad sir… and omg yeah I would have eaten my arm for more adachi initiated hand holds but that one where he did it at the end of the movie and laced their fingers together so seamlessly? I swear maybe it was a good thing I was unable to watch it in a cinema cause I would have gotten kicked out for excessive sobbing I was Ruined

really funny just how whipped adachi already is even when theyve Barely started dating like hey remember when u used to roll ur eyes at kurosawa and think hes the epitome of coolness on planet earth. remember that. remember when u kept running from him for 2 weeks . Remember

AND MOOD this goes for basically the entire movie but esp their handholding at the end if i saw that in an actual theatre i would Not have stopped crying . and then i wouldve gone back 10 times to do it again

#sometimes i wonder what it wouldve been to actually watch the movie in theatres bc i would Not have acted normal im p sure #but then also i couldve seen them on the big screen ..... several times..... like those jp fans who went 30+ times #and its Still coming back and being shown in some theatres in japan like ????? idk how that works but theyre so lucky #my answer

[sushishorts]

additional hogwarts au shenanigans from twitter:

kurosawa confesses to adachi only bc he accidentally drank veritaserum

some person who's obsessed with kurosawa manages to get a hold of it and basically dumps it in his drink

kurosawa realizes as soon as he drinks it and rushes to hide away before he starts spitting poetic verses to adachi

just his luck, adachi passed by the slytherin hall to return a textbook he borrowed and now kurosawa has to spell his mouth shut

adachi: are u okay?!

kurosawa: shakes his head no, then hugs adachi

adachi: do i need to call a professor?? youre worrying me kurosawa

kurosawa: removes the spell

kurosawa: i drank a bit of truth serum and now im mostly scared that i might say something inappropriate bc i like you very much and youre too cute and i actually love you a lot

adachi:

adachi: what

kurosawa: truth serum

adachi: yeah i got that part

kurosawa: i like you

adachi:

adachi: ....oh ///////

kurosawa: adachi u must never blush. everyone will know how cute you are and i'll get many rivals over your love

adachi: KUROSAWA

adachi brings kurosawa to the clinic except that day there was a quidditch match between hufflepuff and gryffindor and the clinic's full

adachi: idk where to bring u

kurosawa: it will wear off, just give me tons of water. adachi youre so nice :(

basically they go to the owlery where adachi finds the solution to kurosawa's problem: if kurosawa doesn't talk, he's not affected by the spell. so adachi tells him about the muggle world and the fun ways he's gone by without magic

kurosawa listens and falls further in love

#sushi brainrot #help kurosawa pls

[blueascend]

Omura Aimi had been working at Toyokawa for roughly four days when she realized that their ace salesman, Kurosawa, had a boyfriend.

To be fair, she had been on the lookout for particular signs. Omura hadn’t been able to be out at her last job and she’d been hoping that Toyokawa would be different. She’d done her best to befriend everyone, keeping her ear out for office gossip, getting the lay of the land.

The first time she saw Kurosawa with his boyfriend, she breathed a sigh of relief. Surely, if the most popular man in the office could be himself so openly, Omura wouldn’t have any issues.

Unfortunately, it soon became apparent to her that most of their coworkers weren’t aware of Kurosawa’s relationship status. Everyone seemed to believe he was single and straight.

How? Didn’t they have functioning eyes?

It became a slight obsession for Omura over the next week, watching Kurosawa blatantly flirt with his boyfriend without anyone noticing. They even had matching red pens they kept waving at each other like the least secret signal in the world!

Then one day, someone caught her staring.

“You have a crush on Kurosawa?” her coworker, Nakamura asked. She laughed, not unkindly. “Better get in line, then.”

“Huh?” Omura furrowed her brow. Kurosawa was now fixing his boyfriend’s tie, standing way too close to him to do so. “No, not really.”

“No?” That was Chino, her voice bright and shocked. “But just look at him.”

Omura looked at her coworkers, a knot forming in her stomach as she saw their confused expressions. Uh oh. She wasn’t ready for that kind of suspicion, not when she had no idea how they would react.

“He’s not my type?” she tried. When they kept staring, she added, “I, uh, like someone else?”

Nakamura and Chino glanced at each other. “Don’t tell me,” Nakamura said. “It wasn’t Kurosawa you were looking at, was it?”

“You like Adachi!” Chino concluded.

Omura swallowed. Adachi. Right, that was the name Kurosawa’s boyfriend wasn’t it?

Well, if it would throw them off her trail. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

Both women giggled.

“He is cute, I guess,” Chino said. “And much more attainable than Kurosawa.”

Nakamura clapped her hands. “We need to get you two together! An office romance, this is so exciting!”

They were gone before Omura could object, whispering between themselves. Omura groaned. That could’ve gone better.

Someone tapped her shoulder and Omura turned around to see Fujisaki. They didn’t know each other that well, as Omura had spent most of her time with the other women in her department, but she’d heard nothing but kind things about her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t mean to be nosy but I overheard you. Just so you’re not disappointed, I think Adachi is actually seeing someone.”

‘I think he’s seeing someone’ she said, but the glimmer in her eye very clearly stated ‘I know he is’. Had Omura misread the situation, was she actually Adachi’s girlfriend?

But no, then she would have said as much. She didn’t seem jealous or territorial either, only genuinely concerned that Omura might be in for a disappointment. How much did she know?

Deciding to test the water, Omura carefully admitted, “To be honest, I didn’t even know his name. It’s just easier to say you like someone when people are asking. I’m new here, I wanted to fit in.”

“Ah.” Fujisaki’s gaze turned curious. She looked at Omura for a few moments and Omura wasn’t sure what conclusion she reached, but she finally offered a kind smile. “I see. In that case, I’m glad I don’t have to worry.”

Omura smiled back. Maybe it was too soon to tell but she felt like she had an ally in Fujisaki. 

*

“Omura, you are going to love this!”

Omura looked up from her laptop, seeing Nakamura and Chino approach her. “What?”

“We’ve just arranged for a group of us to go for drinks after work,” Nakamura said. “And we got Adachi to join! This will be the perfect chance for you two to spend time together.”

Omura’s stomach sank. “You - you did?” 

“Don’t be nervous,” Chino said, misreading her expression. She reached over the desk, putting her hand on Omura’s shoulder. “We’ll be right there with you if you need help.”

Nakamura nodded, shooting Omura a finger gun. “You got this.”

“I got this,” Omura echoed faintly.

There were eight of them at the bar later that night; Omura, Chino and Nakamura, as well as Fujisaki, Adachi, Kurosawa, and two male coworkers Omura hadn’t learned the names of yet. 

Chino and Nakamura, in full matchmaker-mode, managed to arrange the seating so that Omura and Adachi sat together at one end of the table, with Kurosawa and the rest of the women on the other. 

Omura glanced at poor Adachi, who looked supremely uncomfortable to be there. Even if he didn’t know about Omura’s supposed crush on him, he didn’t seem like the type to enjoy these kinds of gatherings. Omura was sure he’d much rather be at home, unwinding with his boyfriend after work.

Sorry Adachi, she told him in her mind. She frowned, considering. But at least now I can try to find out if I’m really right about your relationship with Kurosawa.

“Have I introduced myself to you yet?” she asked him.

Even that polite question was enough to startle him. “What? Ah, I don’t think so.”

She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile and nodded. “I’m Omura Aimi, I started working at Toyokawa recently.”

“Adachi Kiyoshi.” Adachi nodded back. “Do you - do you enjoy your work?”

“Very much.” Omura looked over at her friends, who both gave her not-so-subtle thumbs up. “It’s a nice atmosphere, much more friendly than my old workplace.”

“I see.”

An awkward silence descended between them. Omura had a sip of beer as she wondered what to say next. She had no idea how to casually broach a topic like hey, are you gay like me? Adachi mirrored her, grimacing slightly as he drank.

This really wasn’t his scene, huh?

“What do you like to do outside of work?” Omura finally asked. 

“I, ah,” Adachi fumbled as he placed his glass down, spilling a few drops of beer. “The usual things, I suppose. I like reading, drawing, playing on the Switch.”

“Yeah? I like video games too, I just started a new save file in Stardew Valley.”

Adachi perked up. “I’ve also been playing that. I got Kurosawa to join me in multiplayer but it’s been going kind of slow. He can’t master the fishing mini game and it’s been frustrating him. He’s not used to being bad at stuff.”

Omura giggled. “I can picture that. I love the multiplayer too, especially since I can use it to get married to-” my girlfriend, she barely stopped herself from saying. She cleared her throat, smiling awkwardly. “Anyway, it’s a lot of fun.”

“Mhm,” Adachi agreed.

Another awkward silence commenced. Omura looked to her friends again but they were busy talking amongst themselves. Fujisaki met her eyes and smiled. Next to her sat Kurosawa and he was glancing between Omura and Adachi, frowning unhappily.

Maybe Omura was reading too much into it but he looked almost... jealous?

She turned back to Adachi, the desire to confirm her suspicions growing stronger than ever. Screw subtlety, what she needed was privacy.

“Adachi?” she asked. “Do you mind if we talk alone?”

Adachi stiffened, eyes widening in panic. “Eh?”

Omura stood up. “It will only take a moment.”

Reluctantly, Adachi got up as well and followed her. As they walked away, Omura could hear her friends talking, the alcohol likely making them a little too carefree and loud:

“-so bold! But I guess with a guy like Adachi, the woman has to take charge.”

“Do you think she’s going to confess already?”

Their voices faded away as they turned a corner. Omura lead Adachi to the balcony connected to the bar. It was thankfully empty and as Omura slid the doors shut behind them, they had perfect privacy.

“What did you want to talk about?” Adachi asked, clearly dreading the answer.

Omura bit her lip. How to word this? “You... we...” she rubbed her hands together, finally settling on, “I think we might have some things in common. Besides video games.”

“Like- like what?”

Omura opened her mouth to answer but before she could, the doors to the balcony were shoved open. Kurosawa stood in the doorway, looking as much a mess as Omura had ever seen - that is, still very put together, but hair slightly ruffled and cheeks pink from either the alcohol or the warmth inside the bar.

“Don’t!” he cried and this was it, as blatant a sign as Omura was ever going to get.

“Relax, Kurosawa,” she said. “I’m not going to confess to your boyfriend.”

Kurosawa blinked. “You’re not? But they just said-” he stopped himself short, clearly realizing what he’d just admitted. “I mean-”

“He’s not my type,” Omura cut in before he could panic too much. “Besides, I doubt my girlfriend would approve.”

Both Kurosawa and Adachi stared at her. For a second, Omura feared she’d really misunderstood them after all, but then Kurosawa slumped against the door in relief.

“I see,” he laughed.

Adachi looked relieved as well. “So that’s what you meant by ‘things in common’, huh?”

“Yeah,” Omura said. “But sorry if I made you nervous.”

“It’s fine.” Adachi waved his hand in dismissal. “How did you find out, anyway? Did Fujisaki tell you?”

So Fujisaki really was in the know. “No, and I don’t think she ever would. You two are just really obvious to those who know what to look for. Especially Kurosawa.”

Kurosawa shrugged, not looking the least bit ashamed. Adachi rolled his eyes fondly.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go back inside,” Omura said. “I’ll tell them I chickened out on confessing to you or something. They’ll lose interest in this whole thing soon enough.”

She passed Kurosawa, who stepped out onto the balcony as she went inside. As she closed the door behind her, she could hear Adachi teasing Kurosawa lightly:

“Were you being jealous again, Yuichi?”

“Don’t be mean. How could I help it when Kiyoshi is so cute, I want him all to myself!”

Adachi laughed but it was muffled. “Not here, someone could see!”

Omura shook her head as the doors sealed shut, leaving them to their privacy. 

She couldn’t wait to tell her girlfriend about this.

#cherry magic #30sai made Dotei dato Mahotsukai ni Narerurashii #kurodachi #fanfic #outsider pov

[everything-withered]

Hold me anyway, a Cherry Magic fic

GUESS WHO JUST FINISHED CHERRY MAGIC.

Ever since Adachi had come clean about being able to hear the thoughts of the people who touch him, and admitting to him how badly it affects Adachi when compounded with his anxiety, Kurosawa knows not to just. Touch him anymore.

At this moment though, Adachi wishes Kurosawa still did.

Read on ao3 or read it under the cut

It's no secret that Adachi is an anxious mess. He's accepted that this is who he is as a person. It's manageable to some degree, he's been anxious as long as he can remember, but being able to hear other people's thoughts is a layer of stress he isn't used to.

Sure, he's done what he could when he first got his powers to work around it, waking up early to avoid the morning rush being the main one. But with today requiring him to be at work later than usual; it was withstand the foot traffic or show up two hours early for the meeting and leave work two hours later. The logistics decided it for him.

That, and Kurosawa's good morning message and subsequent phone call that assured, "I have the utmost faith in you."

Though, perhaps Kurosawa believes in him too much.

Adachi himself had forgotten how awful it is to be constantly touched and flooded by the inner voices of everyone around him. It certainly didn't help that he was two for two with rush hour both in the morning commute and the evening one.

He's so desperate for no one to touch him for at least a minute that he gets off the elevator two floors below his actual destination just so he can sit on the staircase, his head between his knees, and hyperventilate.

Adachi doesn't know how long he's been sitting there, or when his breath finally goes back to normal, but he's exhausted.

Realizing that he's two floors away from his bed doesn't help.

With a sigh, Adachi hauls himself up on unsteady legs and makes the journey up. About halfway through, his stomach growls, and he feels a little sick at the thought of food: though whether it's the thought of eating it, making it, or just the concept as a whole, he isn't sure.

He's still deciding which, and if it's worth skipping dinner over when he's already skipped lunch because of the meeting when he finally puts his key into the door and shuffles in.

Miserable and tired, finding Kurosawa in his kitchen is a strange relief.

It wasn't, not so long ago.

Adachi is hardly at his best, at the moment, and Kurosawa is. Well, Kurosawa. He'd gone to see a client in person today and hadn't been at the office, but he's already changed out of his suit and waistcoat, is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants instead, but even casual, he looks perfect and soft, and he's smiling at Adachi and-and --

"Adachi!" There's a clatter as Kurosawa hastily sets aside the spoon he'd been using to stir dinner with, and closes the short distance between them, though he doesn't touch Adachi right away. 

For a moment, Kurosawa's hands flutter.

Ever since Adachi had come clean about being able to hear the thoughts of the people who touch him, and admitting to him how badly it affects Adachi when compounded with his anxiety, Kurosawa knows not to just. Touch him anymore.

At this moment though, Adachi wishes Kurosawa still did.

He was always quite affectionate before Adachi had told him, not in any way that would have normally stressed Adachi out before he'd gotten his powers, but. Well. Thinking on it now, he misses how casually Kurosawa would walk close enough that their shoulders would brush, the back of their hands would touch, their fingers overlap. And now he doesn't. Not unless Adachi makes the first move.

And it's great, usually, it's a relief to not have that pressure, to not be taken by surprise at someone's inner monologue in Adachi's head, but. But.

"Adachi...what's wrong?" Kurosawa asks, twisting at the dishtowel he usually keeps over his shoulder when he's cooking, for a lack of an apron at Adachi's place. Adachi should've gotten him one. He'd been meaning to, for Christmas. But then things had gone side-ways and Adachi had almost ruined everything, he'd almost lost --

"Adachi, hey," Kurosawa coaxes, trying to meet his eyes, and conveying as much calm as he can manage when he doesn't know what's going on. Because Adachi can't even breathe right let alone string a sentence together to explain and he's just -- a disaster. "Can I...what can I do? How can I help, Adachi?" And he's shuffling, Adachi realizes, fighting his natural urge to come closer with Adachi's usual desire for him to keep his distance when Adachi gets like this, and that's-that's.

"Hold me," Adachi finally manages through a jaw that feels locked with the tension built up in his shoulders. "Please Kurosawa, I --"

He doesn't need to be told twice.

Kurosawa guides Adachi's face to the lee of his neck, an arm wrapped around his back while the hand from earlier soothes through his hair. It's probably a mess. It usually is. Kurosawa's fingers going through it won't tidy it up, but it does make Adachi feel a little better.

That, and Kurosawa's murmurs against his temple, "I'm right here. It's just you and me, Adachi. Just you and me."

The longer they stand there together, embracing in the kitchen, the calmer Adachi starts to feel. It helps that he's getting no other thoughts from Kurosawa but a still picture of a pond, the vague impression of a gentle breeze. It's...strange.

But when Kurosawa pulls away to meet his eyes again, his expression too is serene and patient, and Adachi finds himself blinking away the vestiges of a haze Adachi is groggily realizing had been Kurosawa's thoughts.

"How did you...what?"

With just the barest touch to stroke back Adachi's hair into some semblance of order, Kurosawa smiles. "I've been reading up about calming techniques. I thought, maybe they would help." Looking a little sheepish he adds, "I thought I'd have to describe them to you, not. That. But, I hoped they helped."

Dazed, Adachi nods. "I...yes, thank you, Yuichi."

At that, Kurosawa's cheeks go pink. "Ah," he says, lightly scolding, "that's a rude way to thank me."

Adachi fumbles, his face heating as he stutters an apology, hands reaching out of their own accord before he's even thinking of it. "I didn't -- I wasn't -- not in a bad way, Kurosawa, I -- "

Kurosawa chuckles; his smile widening, his blush brightening his eyes. "I'm just teasing you, Adachi-kun. Do you...do you feel better?"

"I do...thank you," he replies, feeling embarrassed at how earnest Kurosawa is, an emotion that doesn't dissipate when Kurosawa says, "Good, I'm glad." Before standing there and staring fondly at him.

Standing so close together, it's inevitable that the calming projection of Kurosawa's thoughts give way to his actual thoughts; namely about Adachi: him standing there all shy and awkward before the mental picture shifts to Kurosawa sweeping him up to feed him, and take care of him, and hold him close and --

Adachi feels his whole body go hot. "Ah," he says, disentangling himself from Kurosawa, a little alarmed at the fuzzy feeling in his belly and his head, no longer able to tell where his thoughts begin and Kurosawa's end. "I'm just going to...yeah, thank you," Adachi says, trying to make a respectful escape without making it seem like he doesn't want to be around Kurosawa.

Which he does. More and more every day.

But even with Kurosawa knowing about his powers, Kurosawa never seems to run out of sweet things to think about of Adachi. It's...it's flattering and lovely, and Adachi doesn't know what to do with it, only that he's got a threshold for how much he can blush and Kurosawa regularly exceeds it.

There's a small part of Adachi that worries Kurosawa will lose his patience, that one day Adachi will touch him and Kurosawa's thoughts will not be so kind, but.

Kurosawa doesn't appear offended at the sudden distance Adachi has put between them, a staple really, for when Adachi gets startled and overwhelmed. He only hums, flashing Adachi a relieved smile before nodding at Adachi to go into the adjoining room to change with the added comment thrown in that "dinner will be ready soon".

Now that Adachi is feeling better, he finds that he's hungrier than he thought.

Dinner is amazing as always. Adachi wonders aloud if Kurosawa's got powers of his own, he's constantly surprised at the caliber of food Kurosawa comes up with on the meager stock of Adachi's kitchen. 

Kurosawa, humble as always, merely waves off his compliments, though a brush of their fingers reveals how much he revels in pleasing Adachi. It makes them smile at each other.

When it's time for bed, Adachi is watching Kurosawa settle into the futon on the floor after he'd insisted on checking that the front door was locked because "you've had a rough day, go on and get comfortable, you need your rest" when Adachi realizes just how wonderful Kurosawa is.

It's a fact he is always aware of. Double mayo is the best flavor, rain falls down and Kurosawa is perfect; unquestionable, unshakeable, constant.

He thinks of ways to help Adachi, always thinking of Adachi, always trying to make him comfortable, always caring for him.

Kurosawa is still smiling at him when Adachi reaches for the bedside lamp and hesitates.

He's had a lot of physical contact today, a lot of thoughts that aren't his own occupying his head, but thinking on it, A decides that he wouldn't mind if...maybe...

"Does Yuichi want to..." Kurosawa is so startled he sits up. Adachi stutters, "Not to. Do anything. Just. Uh. Hold me. Like...like earlier."

Kurosawa doesn't look disappointed, in fact, he looks even softer and gentler than before. "Are you sure?"

And Adachi is glad he asks, but he is. He is sure. His nod is decisive, and Kurosawa wastes no time in getting up completely and abandoning the futon. He still telegraphs his movements, always conscious that A might change his mind. However, this time Adachi is sure.

He's sure when he and Kurosawa switch places so that he's against the wall, and if it gets too much for Adachi, he can get up. He's sure when he settles back into the bed, moves Kurosawa's arm around him, and lays his head on Kurosawa's chest. And he's sure when they're lying there -- almost nose to nose.

There's something very delicate, very raw on Kurosawa's face.

In the dark, Adachi watches him blink, hears him swallow before, "You should warn me before you do things like this, I don't think my heart can take it."

Adachi can hear the way it races beneath his ear and doesn't think Kurosawa is lying. Though Kurosawa is also warm and pliant all around him, and with Adachi getting nothing from Kurosawa's thoughts but a comforting, tender haze that Adachi is in danger of sinking into and never coming out of, he doesn't think Kurosawa actually minds.

Though, if he does, Adachi brushes their noses together and says, ''It's okay, Yuichi, it's just you and me."

#cherry magic #adachi x kurosawa

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs: Secrets Revealed

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.8k Rating: G, probably, mild T at worst AU: Theater, Werewolf, Monster, Cryptid

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Author’s Note: Welp, guess it’s not a one shot after all…

Summary: Nico isn’t the only one.

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What the heck?

That was all Maki could think as she sat on a small couch in the dressing room of the woman she was supposed to be starring alongside. Said woman, one Yazawa Nico, purported rising star in the theater world, was currently sitting in her lap. As a dog. A Pomeranian breed dog, to be exact. And Maki had been instructed by some purple haired woman, who apparently already knew her name and felt comfortable calling her Maki-chan, to pet the dog.

What. The. Heck.

Maki had completely forgotten the question she had intended to ask of her costar. Of course, it didn’t help that everywhere she looked she saw pink. Or flowers. Or other little trinkets Nico had likely received over the years. Or pictures of Nico. By the gods, there were dozens of pictures.

Nico had obviously been acting since childhood as Maki picked out various younger versions of the raven-haired do… woman. But so had Maki, and her parents hadn’t taken nearly as many pictures. Granted, they had been busy with their own work and it had not been uncommon for the only familiar faces for her in the audience to be members of the household staff, usually their estate manager. But still...

Smooth.

Maki was distracted from her thoughts when her fingers found what felt like smooth skin instead of soft fur. She looked down…

“Y-Yazawa-san…” She stammered, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

Crimson eyes opened and Nico turned her head up to meet Maki’s gaze.

It took a moment for the situation to register, but when it did, Nico’s eyes widened.

“Kyaa!” Nico cried, shoving herself off Maki and the couch.

Nico landed on her back on the floor, twisted herself up to her hands and knees and scrambled around the clothing rack to hide. There, she grabbed the first garment her hand found and started to put it on. Thankfully, it happened to be a simple sundress that she was able to pull over her head and be presentable enough for her purposes.

“S-Sorry about…” Nico paused to clear her throat, hoping to alleviate her stutter. “Sorry about that, Nishikino-san.” She moved back out from behind the rack. “I suppose Nozomi would want me to thank you for… Hey, are you alright?” She moved toward the couch.

“I’m… fine…” Maki insisted.

“You sure? I know some folks have significant blushes, but geez your face literally matches your hair. It’s made it to your ears… your neck. What the… your arms and hands even?” Wait, what was that? Nico leaned closer. “Holy Amaterasu… you’re burning up!”

“I’m… fine…”

“No, you’re not. I can feel it from here. I don’t even need to put my hand on your forehead. Geez, I’ve taken my siblings to the hospital with lesser fevers. Just what the heck are you? And do I need to drag you off my couch before you ignite it?”

“…” Maki hunched her shoulders, seeming to withdraw into herself.

Nico sighed and put a hand on her hip. “Look, you’ve already seen that I’m a werewolf. And I didn’t need Nozomi to tell me you’re not human either; I can smell the difference.” She tapped her nose. “And right now, I’m getting something new. Is that sulfur? Brimstone? Are you a demon?”

“S-salamander…” Maki muttered, her face managing to become an even brighter shade of red.

“Salamander?” Nico mentally skimmed through what she knew. “You mean like Charmander?”

“Close enough, I guess…”

“Oh? Show me.”

“Wha?!” Maki balked, sitting up with enough force she managed to tip the couch back a bit.

Nico held back a chuckle. “Show me.”

“Wh-wh-why?!”

“Like I said, you already saw my werewolf form. It’s only fair I get to see your salamander form.”

“Uuuehhh….” Maki let out one of the most adorable sounds Nico had heard in a long while.

“Besides, if we going to be costars in this show, we shouldn’t have secrets between us. Right?”

“… Fine…”

Almost immediately, Maki’s skin gained a sheen that made it almost appear wet, like she had just stepped out of a warm shower. Then her eyes changed, gaining a fiery brilliance. And finally, the young woman began to shrink.

And shrink.

And shrink.

And shrink.

Nico couldn’t help reaching down and poking at a lump in Maki’s shirt she assumed to be her. Sure enough, the lump moved, and out of the collar skittered a tiny, red amphibian. However, when it looked up at Nico with those amethyst eyes, as bright as they were, there was no doubt she was looking at Maki.

Nico couldn’t help reaching out a hand. Slowly, tentatively, Maki stepped up onto her fingers. Nico then lifted the lizard up closer to her face.

“You’re cute like this, Maki-chan.” She couldn’t help using the familiar term, despite having not even known the other woman for ten minutes.

Immediately, intense heat radiated off the crimson creature. Not quite hot enough to burn Nico, but definitely reaching into uncomfortable levels. Still, the amusement factor alone was enough for Nico to bear the heat.

A knock sounded at the door.

Maki jumped off Nico’s hand and slipped back into her shirt.

“Nico-chan?” A voice called from the other side.

“Yeah, coming…” Nico responded, wondering if she should hide Maki’s clothes first, with her still in them. Well, they weren’t easily visible from the door, what with the arm of the couch blocking the pile, so maybe it was fine? “Ah, Minami-san.” She said, recognizing the woman on the other side as she opened the door.

“Oh, that sounds too formal.” Kotori said laughing lightly. “Just Kotori is fine. Anyway, I’m here to deliver these samples.” She handed over a neatly folded stack of textiles. “Please let me know which ones you like best so Yoshiko-chan and I can get to work on your outfits.”

“Alright.” Nico nodded.

“And I see you’re already trying out some of our finished works.” Kotori commented. “Although we may have to make some adjustments to the measurements Nozomi-chan gave us for you.” She reached out and tugged at one of the shoulder straps, indicating a looseness below.

Nico grimaced. Of course, Nozomi would change some of the numbers to mess with her. “So you guys already made all those?” She indicated the rack she had hid behind moments ago.

“Ye…” Kotori cutoff as she noticed something. “Except that one.” She pointed as if Nico could figure out what she meant just by that. “Honoka-chan insisted on buying that one online for us to use as reference. I told her not to, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to end up here for you to see.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, that is not representative of the quality standard Yoshiko-chan and I are capable of producing.”

Wait, did she mean that tacky werewolf… thing? Nico wondered. The thing I was just about to complain about? “So, it’s just a reference?” She asked aloud, suddenly thankful she wouldn’t actually have to wear it.

“Yes.” Kotori nodded. “I figured we didn’t need anything like that, because we could just use Nico-chan herself as our reference, because you’re, well… you know.” She motioned to the raven-haired woman.

“Right… You know, I’m surprised someone as talented as you is working at a startup theater like this.”

“Oh, it’s fine. After all, I’m returning a favor to Umi-chan.” Kotori said with a wide smile.

That’s right, Nico recalled, Sonoda Umi was one of the cofounders and co-owners of the theater, along with Kurosawa Dia.

“Although even without the favor,” Kotori continued, wistfully “I’d still be here, so I could work with Umi-chan on this wonderful project.”

Wait, that tone and expression. Were Kotori and Umi together? Now there was some celebrity news that seemed to have slipped through the cracks. Interesting.

“Anyway, back to work.” Kotori chirped merrily. “See you two later.” With that she practically skipped down the hall toward the costume department.

“You can change back now, she’s gone.” Nico said aloud, closing the door. “Though I think she knew you were here anyway. I’ll keep my back turned until you’re dressed.”

After a moment, Nico heard rustling of cloth behind her.

“Alright, you can turn around now, Yazawa-san.”

“Nico is fine.” Nico said, turning to find a still somewhat flustered redhead.

“Alright… Say, what is that.” Maki motioned to something at Nico’s feet.

“Mm?” Nico looked down to find a feather and stooped to pick it up. “Well, I guess that confirms the rumor…”

“Rumor?”

“About Minami Kotori being a crane.”

“She is?”

“Oh c’mon, I know you can sense others like I can.”

“Well, yeah” Maki admitted “but only at close range…”

“And you were pretty close when I thought you were being an entitled brat by how adamant you were about fabric types for your outfits.”

“I… wha… You saw that?”

“Yup. I was wondering what all the commotion was about, so I went to check.”

“I wasn’t raising a commotion.” Maki furrowed her brow. “And I was definitely not being entitled, just cautious.”

“Yeah, I know that now.” Nico made dismissive motions with her hands. “Your salamander heat thing. Certainly wouldn’t want to be melting polyester on yourself or whatever. That said, I believe Kotori’s more than capable of imbuing anything she makes with super special heat resistant properties for someone like Maki-chan.”

“Oh? How?”

“Didn’t you hear when I just said she was a crane?”

“Well, yeah, but that just means she’s a bird?”

“What the heck, Maki-chan?” Nico huffed. “Did your parents not teach you about your history? Our history? Monsters and cryptids and mythic beasts and such?”

“Not really…”

“So, you’ve never heard about the crane who returns favors.”

Maki shook her head.

Nico sighed. What kind of parents did this girl have? “She weaves her own feathers into her works, which imbues them with special properties. And if the rumors are true, she’s training her assistant to do the same with hers. Yoshiko? Yohane? Something like that, I haven’t met her yet.”

“Is she a crane as well?”

“Fallen angel. She’s pretty adamant about it too, and really doesn’t do too much to hide it.” Nico shrugged. “Probably for the best that the normies around here don’t believe such things very easily. They just think she’s weird, a chuunibyou or whatever. But folks like you and I…”

“Right…”

“Anyway, they’re making everything antistatic for me.”

Maki giggled. “For you weredog thing?”

“Weredog?” Nico growled, earning a flinch from the redhead. “I’m a werewolf! And don’t you forget it!”

“Oops, did I come in at a bad time?” Nozomi asked as she let herself in.

“No, you’re fine.” Nico grumbled, still glaring at Maki. “What do you want?”

“The managers want everyone to gather on stage for a meeting.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever. C’mon, Nishikino.” Nico had to put conscious effort into not stomping toward the door. The last thing she needed now was to transform again.

“… Right…” Maki replied with no small amount of disappointment in her tone, before following the other two women into the hall.

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Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #AU August #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Love Live #fanfic

[asian-drama-whump-blog]

Cherry magic - Adachi’s confession

Also on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28087077

As soon as he pulled his hand away he regretted not hearing how Kurosawa felt about having his mind read. It seemed so obvious now. Of course he would be mad. Adachi has been invading his privacy for months now, listening to every love-filled confession. It felt dirty.

Kurosawa stopped and looked at him with an unasked question poised on his lips. Adachi was acting strangely.

Get it together he thought, "Oh, where's my phone?" It was the first excuse that came to mind. It wasn't very convincing but he had to do something about the tension forming between them. If he looked at Kurosawa now, if he saw his blinding smile and loving eyes, he would hate himself.

"Is everything okay?" Kurosawa asked. He knew something had happened just then but he had no idea what.

"Yeah, fine," he said awkwardly and continued walking. Fears and doubts swirled through his mind with each step.  Kurosawa noticed the sudden shyness but out of respect didn't mention it. Adachi did cute, awkward things every day and got jumpy at the strangest of times. He kept an even pace beside the other man, staying quiet and calm, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Whatever it was, they’d talk about it when he was ready.

Adachi cringed internally. Now Kurosawa was being even more considerate by not asking a thousand questions about what just happened. He couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t deserve such kindness after doing what he did. Adachi would hate it if someone read his mind without him knowing. Tsuge did it when they talked a few times but Adachi knew about it, he wasn’t being secretive and at least that was a two-way conversation. He thought back to when he purposely touched Kurosawa at the amusement park just yesterday. To say he did it on accident would be a lie...

When Adachi’s face started to pale Kurosawa simply couldn't ignore it any longer. "If you're not feeling well I can take you home now," he said politely.

Adachi halted in his tracks and stared down at his feet. His hands played with the hems of his jacket sleeves anxiously.

"Adachi? I'm starting to get worried." He extended a hand to touch his back comfortingly but yanked it away when Adachi flinched, taking a hasty step back. He... didn't want him to touch him... okay then. Kurosawa put his hands back down at his sides signally he wouldn't do it again since Adachi clearly didn't like it. "...Adachi?"

His breathing quickened as his thoughts derailed, he let his anxiety get the better of him.  What the hell was he supposed to do? Kurosawa was going to hate him now for reading his mind. He just ruined everything. And Kurosawa had every right to be mad. He might claim that nothing could separate them now but maybe that didn't apply to things he thought to be impossible. A tear slipped down his cheek as he lost his composure.

Kurosawa looked about ready to cry too. He was so confused as to what had gone horribly wrong on their walk home that Adachi was now crying. "Please don't cry." He said softly.

Adachi's breath hitched with a sob and he blurted out, "I'm sorry!" as he bowed down as far as he could without getting on his knees. He stayed down for a few seconds, wanting to show how deep his regret was. He also couldn't bear to look him in the eye.

"What... what for?" He asked cluelessly.

"I'm sorry," Adachi sniffled, slowly straightening back up. "I did read your mind! I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose..." he rambled, breathing faster and faster.

Kurosawa blinked, "what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I've been reading your mind the whole time. Not always, only when touching, but I did it! I, I invaded your privacy. I know it's unforgivable."

If what Adachi was saying was true, it did make him mad. But that anger fizzled away like a fire put out with Adachi's tears. He simply couldn't bring himself to be upset with him, not when Adachi was in so much pain.

"You probably don't want to be around me anymore. I get it..." he started to turn around slowly. He was unsteady on his feet but managed to walk away. Kurosawa froze, he knew if he left now, things would never be the same.

"Wait! Stop. I... I'm not sure how to feel. This isn't a joke? You're serious? What number am I thinking of right now?" He got in front of Adachi and cupped his face with his left hand. I'm so sorry. What did I do wrong to make him cry like this? 847... His eyes look so sad.

"847," Adachi said out loud.

Kurosawa resisted the urge to yank his hand away now knowing it was true. He really could hear everything he was thinking right now. Adachi took a small step back so they were no longer touching. He couldn't listen to any more of that.

Kurosawa reached out again to grab his hand. I love you.

He already knew he loved him. He knew ever since that day in the elevator. But hearing it like this… it was different. It sent a slight shock through his system. Adachi's lungs screamed for air and he started panting quickly. The last time he had an episode this bad was when he was forced to give a speech in high school.

"Wait, Adachi. Calm down. It's okay," Kurosawa said.

The fear that their relationship might end still gripped his heart tightly. He couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before, before Kurosawa. "I'm sorry," he said again. Kurosawa took a risk and wrapped his arms around him in a hug. With his head pressed against Kurosawa's chest, he could smell his cologne and feel a comforting warmth from him. Adachi knew he wasn't handling this well but it was his first time ever feeling something as intense as this. It was starting to make him dizzy.

Kurosawa noticed him slouching in his grip, "Adachi, are you okay? Maybe we should sit down."

"Okay," Adachi said, letting himself fall over at Kurosawa's feet, who sat down next to him on the cold cement sidewalk.

"Let's go home, I'll get us a cab. Oh, um, my apartment is much closer. Is that okay?"

Adachi didn't respond and Kurosawa was hesitant to take it as a yes but it made the most sense to go to his place. He got a taxi waiting for them at the curb before helping Adachi to his feet and to the car. He seemed pretty out of it and tired at that point. I'll do whatever Adachi wants tonight. He can sleep in the bedroom and I'll sleep on the futon. Unless he'd feel more comfortable on the futon... I'll ask him when we get there.

"You had me really worried back there," Kurosawa said. I'm still worried. "Are you feeling better now?"

Adachi leaned up against him slightly, still feeling weak. "Sorry, I got a bit worked up."

"Don't be sorry. We can sort this out. I'm a little uncomfortable with it if I'm being honest but I'd never hold that against you."

"Everything I heard has only made me happy. Without this power, I never would have known you liked me. Maybe we wouldn't even be together now. I mean, it already took me this long to open up…” He paused, not sure what to say, “I'm grateful for everything so far."

"Me too,” said Kurosawa.

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When they got back to the apartment Adachi sat down on the couch while Kurosawa got everything ready, much like the first time he stayed at his place. "Want to take a bath before bed?"

"I think I'm ready to fall asleep," Adachi replied tiredly.

"So pajamas then," he returned a moment later with a matching set for him. "Where do you want to sleep?" Adachi's eyes drifted to his bed. It sure did sound nice. Kurosawa followed his gaze, "Are you sure? I can sleep out here if you want to be alone."

Adachi shook his head, "I promise I can't read minds while asleep."

Kurosawa laughed, glad that the mood was finally starting to lighten. "Good, I'll be in in a minute."

Adachi walked into the bedroom and took that time to change into his pajamas. When Kurosawa came back he had apparently already changed as well. He was so considerate of him. How did he always read the situation so well when he didn't even have any special powers? Maybe Kurosawa's magic power was just... being Kurosawa. They both climbed into the bed, staying on their respective sides. Kurosawa dimmed the lamp until it cast only a faint glow like a nightlight, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Adachi mumbled. He was so tired he didn't even get the chance to be shy about the situation. He just laid down next to him and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Shiratorizawa team reaction to smol s/o who reserve most of the time, but will get violence and aggressive if anyone dares insult her height? ily

A/N: In this episode of, “Can you Spot the Slight Manga Spoiler??”

word count: 1411

warning: slight swearing in some!

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Seeing Takeuchi’s back disappear around the corner brought you a sense of comfort. Doing that was always tough for you, all the yelling and threats—but it wasn’t anything your experience with your insensitive brothers couldn’t handle.

Takeuchi got what she deserved and that was that.

“Y/N-san.”

You stiffened. Crap, you cursed, a small excess of your vulgarity stubbornly sticking in your head. Gone was the usual image he had of you, now replaced by your alter ego of hostility and deep-set rage. Considering that Wakatoshi was a popular figure at Shiratorizawa, he could do all sorts of things to you, exposing and disposing of you included in the fair share of privileges he had.

“Wakatoshi-kun! Sorry, I forgot you were there. It’s just that Takeuchi-kun was pushing my buttons so much that I had to…” your voice trailed off when he held up a hand that made your blood run cold.

“I understand it’s nice to see you express yourself more strongly once in a while, but I was just going to ask if you still want to visit that new cafe you had been talking about all week. So I can inform my mother about when I’m going to come home.”

You made it a point that day to never overestimate your boyfriend’s thought process ever again.

Tendō Satori

“‘I may be shorter than you, but I’m not below some freeloading shithead!’ That one was my favorite, hands down, Y/N-chan~”

“Satori, don’t tease!” you jibbed at Tendou, redness evident on your cheeks. “Mamiko-san forced me into a corner back there, I don’t actually enjoy saying those kinds of things. I know it’s not a ‘normal’ side to see from me…”

“Ah, for real?”

You stayed silent; what would be the right answer for someone who took so much gambles? Hands resting idly by the sides of your legs, you didn’t realize when your boyfriend had threaded his own lanky fingers between yours. Looking up at him made him crack a small smile as he leaned down to press a short peck to your temple.

“S-Satori!”

“All sides of you are cute, so don’t you worry ‘bout that, yeah?”

Semi Eita

You couldn’t believe you kissed your boyfriend with that potty mouth of yours. Curses and slander streamed from your lips like it was your mother tongue. In your defense, Ayumu had it coming. Contrary to that, you probably shouldn’t have gone overboard.

“I made her cry,” you murmured, burrowing your face into your hands, hoping it would disappear.

Taking his eyes off the assortment of drumheads in the music store display, Semi laughed. “Well, it was bound to happen. Ayumu’s always been a crybaby since preschool, remember? She really hated our guts ever since we were walking around in diapers.”

Your lips trembled at his retort. True, Ayumu had been everything you had called her a few moments ago. A moron, a brat, a self-absorbed bitch—

“But that doesn’t justify the fact that I should yell at her. Doing that doesn’t make me the bigger person.”

Chuckling to himself once more, Semi ruffled your hair softly. “Whatever you say then. But just so you know… you were pretty cool back there.”

Ohira Reon

Reon’s face fell faster than a skeleton chained to an anvil.

You’ve always been so reserved in front of him, so shy and dainty, barely letting out more than three words in public, maybe even a small giggle when you were feeling it. Otherwise, Reon had never seen you like this.

Passionate and seething in retort to the basketball club captain’s taunts. Kurosawa himself seemed to shrink in your presence despite having mocked you about it only seconds prior, face drained of all its color.

“Get out of my face, you impotent bastard! Next time you say it again, it’ll be more than a kick to your gut!”

For some “unknown” reason, Reon had a frantic urge in his stomach to run away too.

Goshiki Tsutomu

“Geez… that was actually super cool…” Goshiki strained, his face constricting into a painful look of admiration.

A blush graced your cheeks but you quickly brushed it off. “Really? I was just paying him back for making fun of my height.”

“Height is an important asset you have to protect. I’m glad that you did.”

“Yeah…”

Goshiki’s affection came in all sorts of shapes and sizes when it came to you. Relating it to volleyball was his favorite version. It wasn’t anything you wanted to complain about though, you were thankful enough he had the spare capacity to throw away his pride to build up yours.

Whenever you thought about it, your chest lightened. And this time, your heart soared.

Shirabu Kenjirō

“The cheek on you shitty fuckers! Say that again, right now. Say it! If you’re gonna talk shit about me at least do it in front of my face, you lame scumbags!”

The words flying out of your mouth was white noise in your ears, but you knew damn well those words didn’t fit well with your image. A yankii in a tiny high school student’s body seemed completely fictional—something to come across once in a while in one of your brothers’ shounen mangas.

“W-we’re sorry, L/N-san… We didn’t think y-you’d…” the squeak in Murakami’s apology made your chest swell.

“Didn’t think I’d what, huh? Wuzzat you said about my height?! ‘L/N-san’s such a short-stack’? ‘L/N-san’s probably a troll’? I’ll fucking curse you to death with my troll powers then!”

The two girls who had also been ridiculing you with Murakami behind the library’s History section whimpered, tears clumping up the mascara lining their thick lashes. “We’re sorry, L/N-san! Please don’t kill us!”

God, you shouldn’t be so happy to push two girls and a fully grown high school boy to the verge of tears but the satisfied feeling only grew on you. You weren’t the type to always stand up to yourself anyway; the thought made you wonder what your boyfriend would think about it.

“Kenken, did you see that! I took care of Murakami’s gang on my own!”

Looking up from his homework, he looked at you with earnest eyes. “That’s nice, Y/N-san. But if you’re going to curse someone, please refrain from doing it in the library.”

Kawanishi Taichi

Kawanishi swore, you changed moods faster than any of Shirabu’s quick sets. You were on fire just moments ago, pelting down thugs twice your size with only your words and a good, healthy portion of kicks in their guts.

Now, you looked so gloomy, even the clouds admitted defeat.

“I’m going to die, Taichi-kun. They’re going to come back with more of their friends and they’re going to beat me to death.”

“You’re not going to die, Y/N-chan.”

“Oh god, what if they cut me up into pieces and send my head to your doorstep? Taichi-kun, you’ve got to promise you won’t open your door any package soon, okay?”

“I’m sure they’ve got your message back there. You’re not going to die,” he tried again, bringing his hand to the small of your back to rub soothing circles through the cloth of your uniform. “I would’ve hated it even more if you didn’t stand up for yourself. Have more faith in that, Y/N-chan.”

For Kawanishi Taichi who seldom spoke more than two sentences in a conversation, he was willing to recite a million poems to make you realize everything you did was perfectly fine to him. And there was no better reward for that extra effort than the smile that adorned your face.

Yamagata Hayato

“That was really awesome, Y/N-chan! Can you do it again?” Yamagata sparkled at the way you threw off Suda’s insults.

“Y-yell at you? Is this one of your compulsions I should be worried about?” your face paled at his request.

Yamagata’s brows furrowed at your genuine concern. “Hey now! I complimented you, so don’t go about thinking I’m laughable or something.”

You fell quiet, lips pursed in a small pout. Should you be taking this so lightly? You knew Suda wasn’t going to stop even with the big rampage you did on him. But… looking at your boyfriend, ever so cheery and supportive, you felt like your heart had sprouted wings.

“Don’t think too much about him, Y/N-chan. You were really badass,” he threw you two thumbs-up.

“Thank you, Hayato.”

“So, are you going to pick up on my request after all?”

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

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