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crowzenn-murders · 1 year
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Apocalypse AU, where Phos was a kid born during the apocalypse, and was with a community who survived, taking turns with scouting, hunting, and other survival needs, one by one though they get either killed, infected, or simply run away. and with a bonus of 5 year old Phos ( a code name) they just didn't care enough to bring her with them. Yellow probably forgot her. but being isolated alone Phos doesn't know about things that have happened outside of their community house.
More to come or something, idk im just bored and want to make someone suffer.
Help me flesh this out (⁠ ⁠;⁠∀⁠;⁠)
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upathosarts · 6 days
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This one is a kind child
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weirdcat1213 · 1 month
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Phos oh my baby come here you did so good I'm so proud of you I love you, I love you so much my little child
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iidsch · 8 months
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brb im going to eat glass shards
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coolcatmagic · 1 year
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ARENT WE ALL???? TT______TT
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moony-ghoul · 2 months
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pho fucks so hard
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strangefellows · 1 year
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in today’s episode of “manga i have read a small fragment of, but everything i learn about it tells me that i am not emotionally capable of catching up and reading the whole thing” we have a) chainsaw man and b) hoseki no kuni
like mmmmmmmmmmmboy they are high ass quality anime/manga to be fucking sure, they look SO good, but by golly i am not equipped to handle the slow emotional/mental destruction of Good Sweet Naive Protagonists, hoo boy
phos and denji u two deserve so much better and so many hugs, where are the shock blankets and hot cocoa, ppl in those fandoms please be nice to them for me i love them and want them to be okay even if i can’t stomach reading what happens to them
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WHATS GOING ON - :) :(
I DRANK ACID OR SMTHIN AND NOW I'M DYING
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black-star-kunzite · 4 days
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Re-reading Land of the Lustrous now that it’s over while listening to the anime ost and I’m sobbing
I I just want Phos to be loved unconditionally but I’m placing my human ideations onto inhuman beings I’m gonna shit myseld
I’m gonna live into the future just so I can give phos a big ol kiss
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gaeapplehairline · 3 months
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Maybe it's just two obsessions at the same time but I think I have something here. Where is the justice and Percy Jackson.
"What about the victims waiting for some justice?" Annabeth about Thalia, all of camp about literally everything
"real people need to feel protected here and now, this whole damn systems broken way beyond repair, it's just law not law and order, not much good and seldom fair" -Percy "pay your child support" Jackson
"listen to the families,hiding in their houses,all of them afraid to walk the streets at night, with all the doors locked tight" -parents of half-bloods who are starting to get recognized by monsters being terrified for themselves and their children
Like every lyrics pertains to something and I don't feel we're appreciating this enough.
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gracifleur · 1 year
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@redfabled​ asked: “What a dump. When I think of castles, it’s not what I picture.”   / meme
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🌸 ███   "IT’S NOT A CASTLE, IT’S a temple. " spoken as she purposefully jabs at Phos’ feet with her broom before resuming sweeping. age had always dressed the spear pillar--- there of which her kin had been crafted by the creator themselves; but even more now did the cracks in the ivory begin to show it’s true depth. how dirt, marble, & debris littered the floor. while it wasn’t explicitly her job to maintain the ancient structure, she felt an obligation to do so. " && it’s basically a ruin now so, yeah, it’s a bit of a dump. that’s what happen when people abandon things y’know."
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recoveryhere · 2 years
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Why the fuck do I feel this way right now
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tatsumessy · 1 year
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Calling them by their full name/ wife edition - {blue lock boys }
Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Itoshi Sae, Yoichi Isagi
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Itoshi Rin
Sitting on the sofa your feet ached a little bit from the black heels you were wearing but that didn’t falter from your attitude. It was date night and Rin promised to meet you at the restaurant because the two of you hadn’t spent time with each other in a while.
The lock to the door twisted and before he could open the door you stood up with your hands resting on your hips. “Y/n! Whe-” he paused seeing the stand there looking as beautiful as ever. “Itoshi Rin.” His blood ran cold hearing the venom in your voice, he knew he fucked up and he was in trouble.
He dropped his bag on the floor and walked closer to you replacing your hands with his laying flat on your hips. He pulled you closer and leaned down resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry…I didn’t look at the time baby.” The exhaustion in him voice broke down any walls you had up and your arm came up to gently scratch his scalp with your fingernails. “Next time I’m breaking up with you.” He chuckled and raised his head to press a kiss on your lips, “you wouldn’t dare.” The two of you laughed as he picked you up and carried you over his shoulder to your shared bedroom.
Nagi Seishiro
“Nagi.” You said gently pushing him in his back, he continued to lay on his stomach to play his game ignoring your calls. You let out an annoyed sigh and tried to grip his face to look at you but he pulled away pressing his fingers harder on the keypad.
Wanting to try again later you walked away to go make dinner and finish some chores for the day. Finishing up the laundry while the food was in the oven you heard Nagi grunting while standing up off the sofa to go use the restroom. “Sei can-” the door closed then locked. You let out an exhaustive sigh and kicked the door out of frustration before walking into the kitchen to pull out the food.
Nagi kept basically ignoring you for the rest of the day and you were getting highly annoyed with his behavior. “NAGI SEISHIRO.” He flinched accidentally dropping his phone on the ground and cracking it. “Y/n, my pho-” he turned to face you seeing the annoyed facial expression the you’ve never actually shown towards him.
“Before you say anything,” he stopped himself and sat up off the sofa pulling you by the bottom of your shirt. “I’ve been playing the new game you bought me for my birthday and I’ve just been enjoying it so much that I haven’t been wanting to put it down.” He started pouting and resting his chin on your abdomen, you let out another small sigh and pushed his head away with your finger.
“That doesn’t excuse you acting like an ass to me all day Sei. This is why I should’ve listened to Reo when he said to put you on screen time.” He scoffed and you laughed walking away to make plates for the both of you. “I’ll pay to get your screen fixed my little mooch.”
Itoshi Sae
Laying on the bed you rested the book you were reading on your lap once you heard the front door open. “Y/n!” Your husband yelled and you responded letting him know you were in the bedroom. He walked into the bedroom and before saying anything he kissed your forehead then sat on the edge of the bed still holding onto your hand.
“I gotta talk to you about something.” You gave him a side eye waiting for him to speak. “I got this opportunity back in Spain for a few months this time. I’d leave tomorrow-” “Wait. You said tomorrow? Sae, I’m having the baby in two months.” He placed both hands on your shoulder to calm you down.
“I know that but baby, this is even better than any other training I’ve took on.” His eyebrows furrowed watching your expression. “Itoshi Sae.” He let go of your shoulder and laid his hands on your lap silently listening to what you had to say.
“Please tell me you are not prioritizing soccer over your child.” He sat there staring at you then looking down at you stomach finally dropping his gaze to his lap. “Fine. Go ahead. I knew what I was getting into when I married you.” Setting the book on the bedside table you turned your back towards him and laid down trying to rest.
“I’m not gonna go, I knew it was a bad idea when I said it. I just don’t want to feel like I’m missing out on something.” You sighed hearing his confession, you sat back up and grabbed both of his hand to hold them. “It’s not like your going to stop being THE ITOSHI SAE because you go on paternity leave. Besides soccer, us having a baby has to be one of the most important things going on in our lives right now, I’m not saying I don’t want you to not take these opportunities.”
He glanced up at you and you gave him a gentle smile before continuing, “just you’re not alone anymore. Our daughter is going to be born in seven weeks. And she’s probably going to be an even bigger supporter than me for you. So show her that you are one of her biggest supporters, at the end of the day it’s your decision Sae. I’ll never reprimand you for whatever choice you make.” You opened your arms out for him to embrace you in a hug.
His heart was beating fast probably assuming that the conversation wasn’t going to go this way. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear. You smiled and peppered kisses all over his face. “I don’t know about you but I feel like a pretty great wife right about now.”
Isagi Yoichi
His game just ended and before going to meet him at the bar like he asked you went to use the restroom to make sure you looked good. As you arrived and went inside you immediately found the group of players all surrounded by women. Even your husband of four years surrounded by this one girl who was sitting really close to him.
“You are so handsome Isagi…” the girl spoke rubbing her hand along his arm the leaning her exposed chest towards him. He smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck seemingly blushing at her dumb compliment. “Uh…thank you.” He replied looking away from the girl and over to his teammates asking for help with his eyes.
“Yoichi Isagi.” The whole table got quiet hearing your voice, Isagi flinched and locked eyes with you. “Is she your sister?” The girl asked leaning even closer, “am I your sister Isagi?” A cold sweat ran down his forehead as he accidentally pushed the girl off of him to hard and scrambled to get out of his seat. “Hi baby.” He said getting ready to hug you but your hand in his face stopped him.
“Don’t hi baby me. Why don’t you stay here and enjoy your company boyfriend of mine.” You gestured towards the girl who was fixing her hair and giving him a gentle smile. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed onto the bottom of your shirt cause he had a feeling you were going to leave. “I wanna go with you.” He whispered, “what? I didn’t hear you.” You spoke mocking him.
“I want to go with you.” He said louder, you gave him a twitchy side eye glance and started to walk away.
You waved bye to everyone at the table even the girl and waited outside for Isagi to come. The moment he stepped outside he interlaced his fingers with yours and he started pulling you in the direction of your car. “Your so scary when you call my name out like that.” He whined opening your door for you then snatching the keys from your hands. “You’re too nice, letting the girl touch you.” You rolled your eyes spewing curses out of your mouth as he laughed at you for being so cute when you’re jealous.
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houseki-no-suffering · 20 hours
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Hey! I found a post of yours (specifically a phos analysis) from a looong while ago. Just curious to hear what your thoughts on the last chapters and the conclusion of the story are!
I recently finished the manga after putting it off for 4 years, and it was an incredible but such a bittersweet read. Maybe it's just me being a sucker for happy endings, but man, it really did not get happier </3
And you probably already know this, but did you know that Ichikawa released the last chapter the same day a comet flew by that looked exactly like the comet from the last chapter? Really cool stuff but I am emotionally destroyed haha
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I suppose it was the only kind of happy ending HnK could have, and I don't think I mind it as much as other things that have happened in the last few chapters. It reads more HnK than anything that has happened in the past 1-2 years of serialization.
I appreciate the bittersweet notes (always have) and Ichikawa's words that this is how she wanted the story to end, it doesn't happen to every mangaka. Also, the comet bit is such a nice touch.
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As for Phos (I suppose this is the post you meant?), I do believe that they got a happy ending.
If you think about it, instead of becoming a lunarian and being prayed away like the others, Phos' journey gave them the power and knowledge to rise above them. Thanks to their flaws (being brittle, having special inclusions, maybe being the most human of all the gems) they became human, the most flawed of creatures, and basically reverted to the purity of a child, a god, sin-less (even if this is a Buddhist story, so idk if I can actually speak of sin) and therefore free of everything that made humanity always dissatisfied, dangerous and unhappy. The others renounced existence, Phos found a way to reach paradise.
Humanity doesn't come out of this looking like a nice bunch of people to hang out with, and neither do the lunarians (gems included at this point). And yet, there's so much compassion in everything Phos does: a kind child, up until the very end.
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I always speculated (and was not alone in this) that Phos' job would become to pray the lunarians/everyone away, find Cinnabar the job to kill them, become a Bodhisattva... in this, I believe, the story remained true to itself. What I believe no one saw coming was how shallow(?) it all seemed in the end.
Everyone came back, making Phos' sacrifices and suffering basically meaningless, everyone started getting along and solving centuries-old problems in seconds. Then, Ichikawa introduced so many new changes abruptly... It felt rushed, lazy and overly simple, when most of us loved HnK for its complexity and depth.
Maybe it was because Ichikawa wanted (or needed to) end the series with ch 108. Usually, when mangaka put a limit to the chapters they want to write, it really damages the story and I wasn't a fan of this even in this situation.
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Aside from these issues, I appreciate how Ichikawa seemed to care about the character of Phos.
Maybe this all happened so that Phos could be happy, maybe this was the only possible way for Phos to be happy? It would be a little bit like in Devilman, where the world basically ends only so that Satan can understand love. Idk, little old Phos didn't seem that desperate a case, they just wanted truth, yes, this did cause some... issues, but other than that they're a sweetheart.
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This is the leitmotif of the series, after all: Phos is a kind, selfless gem who cultivates a deep sense of self-hatred.
They internalize a pressure and a need to feel useful (coming from gem society) and turn them into a necessity for change (unlike in gem society). Initially, they want to find a job. Then, they want to help Cinnabar find a job, then they want to help Ventricosus, then then want to become a fighter, then they want to help sensei, then the gems, then the lunarians...
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Contrary to most of the other gems, Phos loves and loves openly and unconditionally. They start off as a self-less creature who believes that their life isn't worth anything. Therefore, they put it on the line time and time again and, eventually, lose it time and time again as they change form.
It's their journey towards truth and happiness: they change and lose pieces of themselves, forget things, renounce gem-ness in favor of humanity and then humanity for god-hood.
Phos changes until they find the form that makes them happy. Their purest, happiest form. They change so much that they come back to square one almost: they become pure Phosphophyllite, with no inclusions at all. Still fragile, still small, but selfless and cheerful. Carefree.
In a sense, HnK ends with Phos becoming Phos.
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zodiacoracle · 1 month
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Houseki no Kuni ch.107 spoiler
A flashback in chapter 31, Sensei teaching the recently born Phos:
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Chapter 107, the rocks and the final piece of original Phos:
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"It's moving..." "That is -- our youngest sibling." "Yeah." "That's right." "Very true." "Heard it. A kind sound." "So cute." "Our youngest sibling."
"Let's all take good care of it."
Yep, this parallel is having its grip on me. Pitapat is sobbing and so am I. Also couldn't help noticing how the gems immediately placed an expectation on Phos ("will they fight?"), but the rocks instead expressed how they will love them. Goddammit.
(Just for the record I don't think the gem was being mean on purpose for asking that question, nonchalantly even. But it did show how the structure of their society and way of life had shaped their line of thinking, where everyone was expected to have a task, contribute something, and fighting off Lunarians was a Big Deal that almost everything revolved around.)
The commentary line in the final page was the cherry on top:
初めからみんながいる。“末っ子”フォスフォフィライトはひとりじゃない。 Together with everyone since the beginning. Phosphophyllite, the youngest child, isn't alone.
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heich0e · 1 year
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the heart is but a winding road p.1 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.3k) pro-hero shouto, we're talkin late 20s early 30s-ish, this independent bachelor turned begrudging father figure fic was almost certainly inspired by buddy daddies, pure fluff, sho is about to make a new bff who happens to be 5 years old much to everyone's surprise
YOU ARE HERE - p.2 - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)
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It’s not that Shouto wouldn’t make a good parent. Quite the opposite really. It’s just that after his tumultuous upbringing, he’s more at peace with the idea of spending his adulthood independently. He’s a bit awkward with kids anyway. Doesn’t know how to talk to them. The idea of having one toddling along behind him 24/7 makes him kinda itchy and uncomfortable, like when sweaters are made with synthetic material and get put through the dryer.
His friends often tell him he’ll probably change his mind as he gets older. His family does too. But he keeps getting older and his stance stays the same. Fuyumi gets married and starts having kids first. Natsuo and his partner eventually adopt as well after trying for a few years. Denki elopes on a trip abroad and has three kids before their graduating class has even hit 25. Kirishima is next. Momo. Sero. Slowly, everyone Shouto knows is settling down and getting married and starting families.
And he just… doesn’t want that.
“‘Scuse me.”
Shouto is staring at a puddle in the middle of the street one afternoon, lost in his thoughts. It’s just stopped raining, and everything around him on the city street is soaked as the water slowly pools and slithers away into the storm drains. His phone is in his hand, open to where Uraraka has just sent a text to the old class 1-A group chat to announce she’s having her second baby.
Shouto turns towards the sound that interrupted his swirling thoughts, and a pair of wide eyes gazes up at him from roughly thigh-height. 
“Yes?” the man asks, polite but a bit clipped, as he stares down warily at the child by his feet.
The kid probably wants a picture, he realizes. Even out of his Pro Hero suit he’s still fairly recognizable, and it’s a common occurrence. He’s got a baseball cap and mask on today though, and really hadn’t wanted to be spotted.
“Uhhh, uhmm…” the kid stammers, tugging at the hem of their little yellow rain jacket.
Shouto sighs a little.
“Do you want a pho-“
“Littering is bad!”
The child’s hands are balled up into determined little fists at their sides, their eyes squeezed closed like they mustered all their strength to say the words.
And Shouto is… speechless.
“Uh,” he falters, uncertain what the hell is even happening. “Yeah?”
The kid's eyes open again, and this time they look more resolved than they had a moment prior. Less friendly, too.
“So why’d you LITTER?”
People walking by on the sidewalk are starting to stare now, and Shouto gets that itchy, uncomfortable sensation that he hates as he feels the prickle of their eyes on him.
“What are you talking about?” he asks the child nervously, tugging his cap down a little further over his face.
The kid puffs out their cheeks indignantly.
“You dropped this garbage on the ground back there.” Clutched in the child’s tiny fist is a slip of paper—a receipt, Shouto quickly surmises. His receipt from the shop he’d just visited, which must have fallen from his pocket when he’d pulled out his phone. The little gremlin waves it around accusatorially. “And you didn’t pick it up! That’s littering.”
Shouto crouches down to meet the kid at eye-level, hoping that, if nothing else, it will stop raising its voice if he gets a bit closer.
“That was an accident,” Shouto tries to explain—tries to deescalate the situation—but the look on the child’s face doesn’t soften in the slightest. The worst part about all of this is that Shouto does actually need that receipt. He eyes it for a moment, contemplating his next move, and then he sighs. “Can I have that back?”
“No,” the kid answers immediately. “Littering is a crime and this is my eminence.”
“Your what?” the man asks flatly.
“My eminence,” the kid replies, turning their nose up at him like he’s the one being foolish.
Shouto blinks blankly at the knee-high pain in his ass.
“Nao! Nao!”
A startled, frantic voice makes Shouto’s head turn on instinct—the panic igniting a sense, an alertness, that’s been long-engrained in him.
He spots you down the road, an umbrella in your hand and a flustered but relieved look on your face, racing towards him.
Him? 
Shouto is confused for a moment, until he remembers he’s not alone.
“Mama!” the present bane of Shouto’s existence melts into something unrecognizable to the thorn they’d been in his side only a moment prior—their tone sweet and excited when they spot you jogging over.
“Nao-chan,” you breathe, falling to your knees on the sidewalk and wrapping your arms around their little yellow-raincoat clad body, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Mama, I caught a criminal!” the child, who Shouto can only assume is named Nao, says excitedly as they point an eager finger in his direction.
You turn and face Shouto with a startled look on your face.
This day is really not going his way.
Your cautious eyes scan Shouto for a moment, understandably wary considering your child just proudly labelled him a criminal, but he sees a flicker of recognition kindling behind your gaze that melts away your initial look of mistrust. Begrudgingly, he reaches up and loops a finger under the edge of his mask, tugging it down to his chin to reveal his face.
Your lips part, then close again.
“Nao-chan, I think you made a mistake,” you say softly to the child tucked against your side.
“Nuh-uh, Mama! I caught him littering and I got eminence!” 
“Evidence, baby,” you correct the child gently.
“Yeah, that!”
You squeeze your eyes shut, looking vaguely mortified, and huff out a little laugh.
“I’m so sorry,” you say to Shouto, an apologetic grimace on your face, “he’s been obsessed with the recycling hero lately. It’s all he talks about.”
Shouto eyes the child, the boy, at your side. He’s familiar with Reductro, the Recycling Hero, but only vaguely. He’s been working with the education branch of the Hero Commission for the past few years, teaching kids to minimize their waste and promote taking care of the environment, and the two have met in passing a few times through work and the like. Shouto had no idea he had these kind of die-hard fans.
“You like Reductro?” Shouto asks the kid curiously.
The little boy’s face lights up.
“He’s the best!”
“What’s so cool about him?” Shouto asks, genuinely interested.
“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!” The little boys eyes sparkle as he replies. “He took a gillion plastic bags out of the bay last year!”
Shouto purses his lips. that is pretty cool.
“Nao, give the nice hero back his receipt now, please,” you urge your son, seemingly eager to end this ordeal amicably. 
The little boy squints up at Shouto’s face, shuffling a bit closer. “You’re a hero?” he asks skeptically.
Shouto nods. “I’m Pro Hero Shouto.”
The little boy’s jaw gapes, and Shouto feels a little swell of smugness in his chest. He’s the number three hero after all, the kid must have heard of him.
“Do you know Reductro?”
The swell of his hubris deflates immediately. 
A few more words are exchanged as Nao—Naoyuki, age 5, likes Pro Hero Reductro and dislikes broccoli, as Shouto comes soon to learn—returns his misplaced receipt and you apologize again for your son’s overzealousness. With a few polite bows and one last apology for good measure, the three of you part ways—Naoyuki’s little rain boots thumping along the sidewalk as the two of you depart hand-in-hand.
Shouto looks down at the paper in his palm after you’re gone, unable to shake the foreign feeling that’s crept over him, and curled itself into his chest underneath his ribs. He clasps his fingers around the troublesome receipt and shoves his hand into his coat pocket as he sets off in the direction of his apartment.
He keeps the little slip of paper tightly in his grip the entire way home.
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