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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 3 years

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So I finished watching Yakuza 7: Like A Dragon. Spoilers under the cut.

(Mainly positive take, some criticisms. C+/B I’d give it.)

So, first of all, I didn’t play it, I just watched people on youtube so my perspective of gameplay should be taken with a grain of salt. But I really liked the turn taking fighting style! Like a real JRPG, I thought it was fun, it seemed fun anyway, and the strategies to JRPG make more intuitive sense to me than fighting games, which I don’t know at all. I did end up missing the hand-to-hand combat like... aesthetically and it kinda breaks universe rules a little. But, like, Ichiban seeing combat as a sort of heightened fantasy reality actually helps with that and the plot still treats us like average combatants. Like, there’s still no murder, despite a lot more weapon use, including guns. So... it’s a little sad and weird universe-wise, but seems fun to play.

Ichiban is a great protag! Definitely not Kiryu! He has two dads, like 8 spouses, a lot of hair... He’s only 7 years younger than Kiryu and that’s... that’s a choice ^^; But he’s got a lot of good things going for him and I like his build. Interesting rage-grief he has going and a thing about revenge that Kiryu never had. And I like that actually, I like that Ichiban gets hit with different things than Kiryu did, but he still has flaws. Kiryu was never blind with rage the way Ichi got, but then, Kiryu also didn’t save his brother. Like, they have VERY different shit going on, which is GOOD. So I’m kinda annoyed that in the end we took Ichi’s dad and brother, just like Kiryu’s? Like... damn :/ Lame. Lazy.

I love Ichi’s team! I love Adachi, Nanba, Saeko, Joon-gi, Zhao. Top notch peeps! I like that they all just like him and are here for a fun adventure with him. They’re all here for something different, which is also really cool. Zhao is sort of redefining who he is in... retirement I guess? Trying out being a companion rather than a leader. Saeko is longing for family, connection, a place to belong. Adachi was here to accomplish a goal, to restore his honor and provide justice. And Ichi’s been a big help to that. Joon-gi is... a whore. I’m sorry! He’s just this beautiful, obedient man who’s just here on lend and he does whatever the fuck you say. Do not put him in charge of decisions, he’s terrible at them, but he knows a lot and has a vast network. But he appears just to be here to serve everyone’s needs, so to speak, and to moon after Ichiban like everyone else. And Nanba. Nanba hates adventures. He hates germs. He hates people and friends and danger and doing things. But he’s here. Because Ichi makes him hate things a little less. Nanba is a cynical, cowardly bastard, and Ichi’s a fucking sunshiney idiot always trying to fix shit that isn’t his problem. And he makes Nanba get up and fight. He makes Nanba believe in tomorrow. Nanba doesn’t trust people, Nanba doesn’t hope. He’s a pessimist and lives only to complain. But he is first in line to get shot for Ichiban every fucking time. He’s always the first to Ichiban’s side when he’s in trouble. Leaving and betraying Ichiban broke his fucking heart and my ship is probably showing A LOT here but I don’t care. I fucking love Nanba, I love his arc, I did NOT see it coming. And they are definitely my ship out of this. The fact that Nanba without fail is always the first to put himself in danger for Ichiban guts me. With how much he doesn’t believe in good things ever happening, it destroys me that he’ll dare it all for Ichiban. Fucking wild.

I thought it was cool to bring up a political villain, but... we didn’t really carry through on Bleach Japan’s thematic importance. We revealed them to be cruel and hypocritical, but we didn’t end up actually saving the slums or proving why the slums needed to be saved and that’s... kinda lame :/

I was really hoping that we might make a stand on why grey spaces were needed, on why organizations like the yakuza are needed but instead we... disbanded? And I don’t even know why?

Like, it was to fuck over Ryo Aoki. But... he was a TEMPORARY problem. All you had to do was move the organizations underground until he was unseated, which the Tojo already was???

But instead... we brought down Tojo and Omi and... WHY?! Like, SERIOUSLY, can ANYONE tell me WHY! Because I have a LOT OF FEELINGS about why that’s a BAD CALL.

What are all those guys going to do now? “Oh, we’ll just make a security company” YOU’LL WHAT?! THOUSANDS of guys used to shake downs will now be hired to patrol rich estates and cover banks and business buildings?! Fighting WHO, themselves?! A LOT of that job is just watching some fucking cameras, what... what the fuck are you talking about Watase?!

But I guess that’s still better than Daigo’s “I have no fucking idea” plan

NO WONDER Majima’s depressed at that funeral you JUST TOLD HIM his new job is BABYSITTING SOME RICH FUCK’S BUILDING. Fuck you guys!

And HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING ABOUT POWER VACUUMS?! CRIME doesn’t disappear just because there’s no one there to manage it! That just means it gets worse! And rasher, crueler people grab power in the interim. Smaller but rougher groups will appear. More and worse crimes will happen now. You just disenfranchised thousands, not all of them are going to come with you to play security detail and not all of them WANT to. So why EXACTLY did we disband the yakuza? What problems did that solve???

What about all that shit about the yakuza being a home for people who didn’t fit in? What about people who fell through the cracks in the system, who don’t have anywhere else to go?

If the yakuza, as an idea, was so fucking bad, WHAT WERE THE LAST SIX GAMES ABOUT?!

You can’t have an established series that accepts the idea that crime and violence are sometimes necessary or are even good things and have a compelling protag who does that, ONLY to turn around at the last second and pretend like it was always wrong!

If you were gonna act like the idea of organized crime is a Bad Thing, THEN THAT NEEDED TO BE A CONFLICT FROM THE BEGINNING

But you didn’t even do that!

We DIDN’T disband the yakuza because organized crime is inherently morally corrupt, no we disbanded because some prick thought he could use us! A PRICK WHO IS NOW DEAD! THE FUCK?!

And DON’T GET ME STARTED on how this reframes Kiryu’s narrative. KIRYU WASN’T RIGHT FOR LEAVING YOU FUCKING BASTARDS.

THE WHOLE POINT OF KIRYU’S ARC WAS THAT HE WAS FUCKING WRONG TO ABANDON HIS RELATIONSHIPS I- *screams into pillow*

AND why does Kiryu need to be dead now?! There is no more yakuza! Who does he need to hide from?!

OH no wait, my mistake! We didn’t disband ALL the yakuza, just Omi and Tojo! You know, the two biggest cities in Japan. I’m sure THAT won’t have Fucking Consequences. But Kiryu still has to be dead for uh... Reasons.

This was just such a fucking dumb universe-building move. It’s not been thought through, it betrays the whole point of the franchise up until now, and I’m honestly just mad that they didn’t even feel the need to address it? Like, the yakuza’s just gone now, but it’s whatever. Who would even care about that. Like, that’s not going to be a plot point next game. It won’t matter, at all, I promise you. All of the in-universe implications this has, none of it matters. And I’m not even mad I’m just... tired. And annoyed a little. that you can’t be bothered to tie up your own rules. You won’t give your own writing decisions weight and that’s just... kinda sad. It’s just lazy and sad that they don’t care enough to connect the pieces. But I’ve had my heart broken enough by yakuza writing decisions. Of course they would do this, of course they haven’t thought enough about their own series to really consider what ending the yakuza would mean. Why would they?

I’ll still watch the next game. Like, Ichiban is likeable enough and I’m interested in his arc enough that I’d play or watch next time. But... *sigh* We’re the Yakuza series with no yakuza. And y’all gonna act like that’s a good thing or pretend it doesn’t even matter. And I really don’t know what to do with that since you haven’t bothered to examine it either.

On a nice Kiryu note, I did like that he was scaled appropriately, I like that Ichiban is Wiped Out after almost every fight. He’s a good fighter, but he has human endurance. Kiryu’s still god. He hits the hardest out of anyone you fight and you Don’t win and that’s As It Should Be. I’m REALLY glad they at least let me have that. I’m glad they let us fight Kiryu and we passed and it was a cool passing of the torch. I was so worried they were going to destroy Kiryu’s legacy and at least they didn’t do that.

The coin locker baby thing... it was cliche and convenient, but in the way that Yakuza is cliche and convenient and melodramatic and over the top. It was sort of fitting and familiar that way. Shame we ended Swashiro like that, I think we could have done more and cooler shit with him but, eh.

SPEAKING OF MORE AND COOLER SHIT

...all that effort, just to kill him? Alllllll that long time, that hard conversation, that break down with Ichiban... just to kill him. Just to make him Nishiki, all over again.

I... fuck you.

Why do you refuse to write a goddamn redemption arc

Fuck, you don’t even have to write it, have it happen off-screen if you’re so fucking afraid of it. Just have him recuperate in a goddamn hospital and, I don’t know, by next game just show that he’s doing better and is getting therapy and whatever.

Jesus fucking christ, he doesn’t have to MATTER in the next game just... don’t kill him. Jesus. Please.

All that fucking work and you’re STILL going to give Ichiban the trauma of losing someone he was trying to save.

I just... it’s really gutting how much you don’t like your characters and you don’t like to write and you’re cowards. You won’t take risks. You’re too afraid of fucking up so you won’t do what the narrative calls for.

Killing Masato was lazy-ass, punk-ass, coward shit and I wont’ stand for it. I did not expect to care about his ass by the end but you guys REALLY made an effort in making him a three dimensional character there at the end and explaining why Ichi would care about him and I was willing to come with you! I was willing for us to invest in this dumbass. We walk him all the way up to the edge and step him back. We let him let go. And then you just. fucking. gave up. You goddamn cowards.

I’m so tired of this shit

For all that, it was genuinely a really fun game and a really fun story with a lot of likeable characters. I think a solid C+, even a B. I really did enjoy most of it. It’s just... in usual Yakuza style, they only fucked up 2 things but they were a REALLY IMPORTANT 2 things.

Oh and I did like the fact that Ichiban Still Doesn’t Know. No one tell him.

#Yakuza 7 #Yakuza: Like A Dragon #It's always a mixed bag with RGG Studios #At least Kiryu was pretty nice #Y7 spoilers

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cardshcrp · 5 years

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‘five times kissed’ [ Piotr @ mutatiiions ]

FIVE TIMES KISSED.

@mutatiiions // PIOTR RASPUTIN // always selectively accepting !

They start a routine. It’s had to say when, exactly, it starts, though Remy figures that’s probably got something to do with the fact they’re both depressed bastards that don’t know what to do with themselves.

He shows up at Piotr’s doorstep without explanation or forewarning, and Piotr nearly slams the door in his face but Remy wedges his foot in, and Colossus was a shiny paragon of virtue whether he was on duty or not, so he doesn’t kick him aside, just stares at him with a look on his face that’s more the apathetic side of depressed.

“You look like shit,” is the first thing out of his mouth, but then he winces, shakes his head; it’s not what he meant to say, even if it’s true, and he knows he doesn’t look much better either. “Désolé. That’s not - can Remy come in? He’s brought more booze, see, ah - ”

She left too, he wants to say, tries to but it sticks in his throat but the fact that he unslings a literal duffel bag from his shoulder and unzips it to show bottles on bottles on bottles all glinting like a promise probably says enough, because the Russian steps aside after a second more without a word.

Remy figures it’s probably self-evident anyway. A guy who’s supposed to be on his honeymoon doesn’t show up to hang out with the one who got left at the altar.

They don’t talk a lot. At all, really - Remy cleans up the mess around the place and cooks because it’s habit and it’s something to do. They both sit and drink like it’s going out of style, and it says plenty that Piotr isn’t gently scolding him for it, because everybody knows Remy’s always bordered on having a problem. One night Remy asks Piotr to pass the Tabasco, and they’re both so startled they just stare at each other for a minute after that. But he passes the bottle, and they go back to it.

Sometimes they say something else after that. Good morning. You done with that? Hang on, something on your shirt. It isn’t much. It doesn’t have to be. Time stops making sense.

Jean-Luc calls a few times. Even Bella, once. He doesn’t answer. Piotr doesn’t ask.

And ah, hell, maybe it was stupid. Most of the crap Remy mixes himself up into is, but for once he hadn’t made the first move. They were two guys, miserable and fucked-up and lonely and for a little while, just for a little while, they were each other’s worlds, and so it didn’t feel so bad when Piotr leaned over and kissed him on the couch when they had their feet kicked up on the coffee table and a whole lot of empty beer cans scattered on the floor.

It didn’t feel so bad when Remy kissed him back either, not so wrong when he shifted to straddle Piotr’s lap because otherwise his neck hurt like hell from how he had to tilt his head thanks to the stupid height difference.

It’s not dirty. Their hips don’t move; there’s no burgeoning spark of lust, even though they’re both certainly attractive and attracted. They’re just drinking up each other’s lonely and promising they’re still there, still alive. Sharing breath, messy and warm, and that’s all.

They start to kiss whenever the hell they feel like it. It helps a little.

ii.

They fuck in the shower. Well, not exactly. It starts maybe one or two weeks after they get used to just making out with each other. It’s not something they talk about - it just happens. Remy notices the way Piotr’s eyes linger when he strips off his dirty shirts for new ones, or when he shucks his pants to lounge around in his boxers. He’s not teasing him intentionally - if he was, Piotr would be in a world of difficulty - it’s just lazy. Casual.

But he notices, and it’s kind of funny, really. He’d thought about it, idly, a couple times before. What kind of kinks would the really uptight teammates have? They had to exist.

Colossus and voyeurism. Maybe that was a little ironic. Doesn’t he sort of stand out? Not that Remy’s about to judge. He’s guilty of worse.

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk, but he doesn’t think so. Remy’s tired, and he’s sad and lonely, and when he’s any one of those things long enough he falls back into bad habits and he’s been all three for weeks.

Piotr comes into the bathroom to wait his turn in the shower, just like always; they do it like this, just swap out and leave the water running because it’s more convenient, and every time Remy gets a real kick out of the way the bigger man turns his gaze away politely. Hell, the guy still didn’t realize he was lacking a few bits; it’s a little funny that for once he doesn’t even have to try to hide. He could bust the hell out and streak through the apartment without Piotr realizing he was transgender - he felt like it was a pretty safe bet that he’d just slap his hands over his eyes, and Remy didn’t make those a lot.

He figures maybe it’s a kind of thank you, something weird and maybe filthy but it’s grateful nonetheless, so when he slips his fingers between his thighs with a low moan and starts to tease, it’s on purpose. There’s a soft, panicked kind of sound from past the curtain, and the massive shadowy bulk beyond it starts to move, to leave him his privacy.

Remy tugs the curtain back with a clatter of rings, meets Piotr’s eyes without an ounce of hesitation, and if the big guy looks spooked it’s not because of Remy’s spooky-ass devil gaze. It’s because he’s already got a boner.

Remy offers him a cocky smirk, jerks his head at the closed toilet seat in silent offer; Piotr hesitates, but finally he sits back down, staring at Remy like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and goddamn if he doesn’t get just a bit wetter at that, dragging his hands down over the planes of his chest until he gets back to teasing himself where it counts, soft pants and groans slipping from him nonstop.

It’s filthy, maybe. Low, maybe. Not classy enough for Colossus, probably, but neither is Remy so it doesn’t matter really. Remy shudders, clenches around his fingers so hard he nearly slides down the wall in relief. Piotr swears in Russian under his breath, finishes a few seconds later.

Remy steps out without a word, towels off; he doesn’t look back as Piotr gets into the shower, face still flushed. He doesn’t fuck him, because neither of them can take that shit right now, and their hearts hurt way too much. He doesn’t fuck him, doesn’t offer too, but he gets them both off.

He gives Piotr the secret that could shatter him easy as breathing. Piotr keeps it.

Remy doesn’t ask if he will after they leave, some inevitable day in the future.

They don’t talk about it. It keeps happening.

iii.

They start talking eventually. It’s kind of inevitable, Remy figures; you don’t jack off to a guy while staring right at him or make out with him before trotting off to bed for months without a little conversation. It’s stupid shit, but it fills the silence.

They even wind up playing fucking twenty questions at one point. Somehow the answers stick out in Remy’s head even though they’re both so wasted they’re snickering on the floor. Piotr’s favorite color is red. He misses his mother’s pirozhki. Yes, his everything does get bigger when he goes metal. He still thinks about giving Illyana a hug good night even when she isn’t there.

It becomes a kind of pointless tradition. The questions get weirder, more direct, personal, absolutely preposterous all at once. They talk about everything except why they’re there.

Remy breathes out smoke - Piotr hadn’t once tried to get him to stop smoking, the whole time, and he’s grateful.

And then he makes his worst mistake, because instead of straight booze he’d had some sugared shit too, or at least that’s the excuse he makes in his head. The truth of it is probably just that Remy is Remy and he’s wired to fall in love, hard, and Piotr’s a hard person not to love even if Remy hasn’t exactly admitted to himself there’s anything meaningful there yet. Maybe he’s just fucking horny, hell if he knows.

He just wants something to matter. It hits him out of nowhere, he can’t stop it, doesn’t really try to.

“Why aren’t we screwing?” he says, and stubs out his cigarette on the tile floor. The silence between them stretches, yawns, swallows them whole as the minutes tick by. Finally Piotr clears his throat. “I do not know,” he says, and fuck, Remy feels bad about that because Colossus shouldn’t sound lost.

It was a stupid question anyway. He knows the answer. It’s about a girl. It’s always about a girl.

It’s about a girl for the both of them, and Remy’s nobody’s idea of a princess and they’re not getting over this anytime soon, so he packs up during the night and he’s gone the next morning before Piotr wakes up. He’s real good at that.

He doesn’t feel like going to New Orleans or anywhere else, really, so he just comes back to the mansion and weathers the disappointed shitstorm.

Piotr shows up four days later, beard gone and wearing the same shirt he had the day Remy had left, and all Remy can really think is just that doing the laundry had been a waste if he wasn’t even going to wear any of it.

They don’t talk about it.

iv.

Piotr asks him if he wants to work out with him. It doesn’t break the unspoken agreement not to talk about it between them - it’s something they’d done every now and again, Before. Remy isn’t sure it fits into the After, but he follows along anyway because working in the Danger Room is best and it’s three in the fucking a.m. and they’re the only two crazy enough to train at that hour, and he really doesn’t feel like finding another spot.

They spar in silence, and Remy finds himself wishing one or both of them would just say something, because it leaves too much space for thought when the only sounds between them are soft grunts, blows on flesh, heavy breath.

It takes them a long time to wear each other out, because they’re Gambit and Colossus, but they manage somehow. It’s close to five by the time they do, but they’re sweat-sticky at the end of it, and Remy calls it off with a tired wave of his hand - he hadn’t exactly slept a ton the night before (or the two before that) and with a class to teach later, he wasn’t going to push it much farther.

He doesn’t even notice the irony of how comfortable they are together when they make their way into the too-white communal shower outside the Room. He really should have.

He does notice when they’re under the hot water that Piotr is looking at him. Curious. Waiting. Not pushing anything, just - watching.

Remy slips a hand downward, and their eyes lock. It’s one of those cases of oh, what the hell, so it doesn’t take more than a few more moments for him to start fucking himself, slow and exhausted and not even trying to be sexy about it. Piotr doesn’t seem to mind.

They finish. They wash off.

Remy nearly jumps out of his skin when Piotr leans down and kisses him on the cheek before he goes, because that’s just not something you do for a distraction. You don’t tack that onto your flings, because it can mean something, and Remy knows that for Piotr it’s about a girl. It’s always about a girl.

He finds out he’s wrong about a week later, because Piotr asks him if he’d model for a sketch. He does, because of course that’s the kind of flattering shit he can’t say no to, lies there in Colossus’ bed all naked and soft and lets him draw every bit.

When Piotr kisses him after, when they get tangled up and make out like stupid teenagers with their legs twisting together and their hips grinding, Remy realizes he’s an idiot.

It’s not always about a girl.

At least, not this time, not anymore, because Piotr would never, never touch him if he hadn’t been done for good. He’d been deciding. He’d been thinking about it and working around the implications and he’d made the choice he wanted to make.

He asks after, when Remy is lighting up another cigarette, and it makes the thief shake a little and nearly inhale smoke with how hard he’s laughing and Piotr goes all red because he knows he might’ve mucked up the order there, but Remy doesn’t really care.

He says sure, why the hell not?

Piotr misses his mother’s pirozhki. It’s not something Remy has ever tried to make, so maybe it’s inevitable that they wind up in the kitchen clutching age-yellowed paper with the kind of creases worn into it that comes from hanging on too tight.

They take up the whole space, but it’s not like anyone’s going to stop them - the kitchen has long since been claimed as Remy as his domain, and the others appreciate the food enough that they’re not about to fight it, even if he does get mocked for the frilly pink apron every now and again.

(He doesn’t mind. Frankly, his apron is horrible. He just happens to love it.)

Remy leans over the recipe, rakes his getting-to-be-too-long hair out of his face absently and leaving streaks of flour through the auburn as he ties it back in a disaster of a bun; Piotr makes a strangled sound that’s definitely a choked-back laugh, and for devil eyes, when they’re leveled at him they aren’t very scary.

Piotr shows him how to shape the dough in his hands. Remy towel whips him on the ass. They make an absolute fucking mountain of pirozhki stuffed with mushrooms, rice, and onion. It smells good enough that no less than seven students poke their heads in, eyeing the counter for anything grab-worthy.

Illyana stomps in to serve as their final quality check. She declares it delicious, and promptly steals about five for herself while tossing a sixth directly at her brother’s forehead.

Remy snickers to himself, and Piotr turns an aggrieved face to him, because - as he says with all the righteous indignation in the world - his boyfriend at least is supposed to be on his side. Remy tells him he’s a sucker if he thinks he wouldn’t sell him for one single corn chip, there’s a little fuss about how many memes are healthy for an adult to consume, and Remy reminds Piotr that all apron slogans are law in the kitchen, so Piotr kisses him like it’s going out of style.

#ANONYMOUS.#mutatiiions #♠️ ANSWERED.#♥️ MUTATIIIONS ⁠— PIOTR RASPUTIN.#♠️ NSFW.

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nice-girl01 · 6 years

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Criminal Soulmate AU

Okay, this is a spin off from another one of my headcanons but, what about a criminal au? And a soulmate one to be exact. Imagine a world where every criminal is taken into custody and has to be held there until their soulmate is found. Cause let's just say that in this au, soulmates are able to feel each others pain and feelings. For the most part.

So, Tsukki is a famous killer/criminal and he finally gets caught. Then enters plain, old, boring Yamaguchi who is forced to get to know his soulmate and talk him out of his crime or make him admit to it. The thing is, if the cops/police/judge/etc did anything harmful to the criminal, or in this case Tsukki, Yams also gets hurt. And because Tsukki's crime is too great, it's instant execution or death. But Tsukki is a smug basted who won't go down with a fight so he brings yams into this and now our sweet lil angel is forced to reason with Tsukki's sick mind.

This could be angsty, fluffy, funny or sad. Basically, anything you wanna make it.

Cue in yamaguchi who is awkwardly trying to make conversations with a killer soulmate and Tsukki who is judging him so hard. Like, who is this weak bastard? He's supposed to be my soulmate? Lame. And yams is like, I could never have anything nice. I get bullied, I don't have friends, and now my soulmate us a killer. Great. Wow. Amazing. Perfect.

And imagine this goes on for months and months and slowly they start to get closer to each other. And the whole police force is shipping them hard. Imagine bokuroo cooing at them whenever they're on Tsukki's watch (they're supposed to be respected officers but shhh, don't tell them they suck). Kenma is Tsukki's lawyer and he rolls his eyes all the time whenever tsukkiyama does anything remotely cute or... mostly yams blushing and Tsukki secretly smiling inside. Also, Kuroo trying to woo kenma, a repected and well known lawyer. Akaashi is a rookie under Bokuto’s care so yes, Bokuaka is also here.

But also, Daisuga too. Daichi is that one reliable officer and suga is the... love interest. And iwa is that very tired partner of Daichi's BS. Imagine oikawa who is an almost paparazzi or press person and he's interested in this piece of work. Cue him making headlines with "Heartless court is going to kill off man and his soulmate" or "the greatest love story of all time" or "the love story of the century" and a very irritated iwa who has to manhandled him to make him stop. Cue their storyline here.

But yeah, because of that people start to protest this whole shebang and eventually, Tsukki gets sentenced for thirty years in solitude but promises yams that when he gets out, he's coming for him.

Yep, the greatest lovestory of the century.

But also, imagine:

Yamaguchi who is softly, and quietly speaking to an indifferent Tsukki, trying to make him confess so he can be saved. And it's not just because of his life on the line anymore. He truly cares for his soulmate.

"Please, let me help you. I know how much you've been hurt, how much you've suffered. Pleae, just let me help you. Let me show you a different side to humanity. Please,"

"Everyone is the same. No one is gold, no one is perfect. Not even you. You could never save me. It's too late. Isn't it funny? You spent tour whole life tending to me, caring for me because of this so called connection we had. Well, I'm sorry to break it to you: you're also dying with me."

In the end, they both die.

But, for three months yamaguchi loved his soulmate. When Tsukki hurts himself, Yams takes care of himself so tsukki won't die. If tsukki is starving himself and refusing to eat, Yams make sure to eat more than usual. Just, whenever tsukki was hurting, Yams would protect him, little by little with the smallest of actions. Tsukki thinks he's dumb but in those three months, Tsukki knew what love was. How it felt to be loved and cared for and... to love someone with your whole heart and being.

Tsukki was never one to care about this soulmate thing but in thing those three measly months, Tsukki has felt more human than ever before.

Let's have a kenma who's depressed and actually stressed because "You don't understand. You're not there to see it or witness it but I know that deep within that moster is a heart that is capable of loving. I know it."

A Suga who is desperately trying to convince yams to convince tsukki so they don't both die.

An oikawa who is fighting for Yams innocent life which he is throwing away because of his soulmate. Headlines saying "No man should be free of his sins but save an innocent life. Stop the bloodshed. Save Yamaguchi Tadashi's life by saving Tsukishima Kei." Cue in the arguments and the fights within the nation. Bless you oikawa, we love you.

An ennoshita who tries and fails to sneak in to get an interview or video tape this event happening with him being a film director an all. He wants to expose the evils of this world but no... it didn't happen.

And yes, Tsukki is the bad one here but just think, people. Does yams also deserve to die? No, of course not. Instead, Tsukki should just serve life sentence but yeah, the story wouldn't be dramatic if everything was happy and nice.

But imagine our 4 buddy cops who's questioning their rights and wrongs. Que in poor little baby Akaashi who starts to realize the evils of the world and our boy Bokuto who's just as lost as him.

Imagine all our babys trying to save another baby's life.

On the day of Tsukki's execution the judge asks him, "are there any last words, mr. Tsukishima?"

And Tsukki looks into the crowd where he finds yams and says loud and clear for the rest of the world to hear, "For all those times you stitched up my wounds, put medicine on me, and fixed me, thank you. For all of those memories you were able to give me, thank you. For all the love you gave me, thank you. And for the three months you gave me, you made me the best man I could have ever been. Thank you Tadashi, may we meet again in our next life and maybe then, I will learn to be a better man."

That marks the day where the whole nation cried for a man who's killed thousands and man who was innocent in it all. It was not the greatest love story of all time but it was the saddest love story of all time.

And yes, the cold hearted killer actually loved his soulmate.

Hahahaha anyways, thank you for listening to my long rant. And also, it doesn't just have to be for haikyuu. I would just love to read something like this because I know I am a very lazy person. So, feel free to use this. And sorry for any grammar or spelling mistake. Appreciate this please. I spent an hour writing this on my phone instead of doing hw that's due tomorrow 😢😢😢

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