#hajime set the standards for my type. i think

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#jokes aside i did draw a lot of kiibo and si before but it didnt peak so much because i was busy shipping hinanami #i kinned chiaki so hard because i also liked hajime and uhh GAMER GIRL #hajime set the standards for my type. i think #AHSHJAJEHAJA #~ mail #ask game: crush

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SAINT OR SLUT PT. 2

CHARACTERS: Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Kokonoi Hajime

THEMES: 18+//NSFW//PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ❗️❗️

SYPNOSIS: Here's what i think whether these bonten members are virgins or nah

A/N: Hello! this is the pt. 2 of Saint or Slut. Thank you very much for liking the first one! I DIDNT EXPECT THAT IT WOULD HAVE THAT MANY LIKES SO THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE HUHUHUHU!!! Again, There might be some grammars and spellings error bc english is not my first language.

❗️This does not follow the manga❗️

❗️Bonten timeskip, They're not minors here anymore❗️

❗️I do not own any images here. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS ❗️

link to first part:

• RAN HAITANI

• 😁😁😁😁... no.

• He's not a virgin anymore. End of the topic.

• Ran is a high maintenance guy, He canonically likes to take care of himself, inside and out. Ran seems to be the type of guy who fills up his needs and wants as a man.

• Now every guy have already imagined themselves having sex AND wanting sex, most of them engage into it just like Ran.

• Just like Sanzu, this man always do his job first especially when it benefits him (and his bro)

• Ran might not be THAT slut but he's a BIG FLIRT especially to girls his types

• idk but i dont rlly see him fuck some random bitches, THIS MAN HAS STANDARDS. he would probably test that person first before he leads them to bed and what i meant by testing is flirting w them first duhhh

• RINDOU HAITANI

• Not a virgin anymore

• Just the fact that he's a DJ in Ropponggi says it all. He's a club owner. He's a Haitani.

• He spends his free time at his own club or sometimes at the club he and his brother own, hosting parties and socializing w other people.

• It's either u're the one who's gonna approach him at the dj booth or he's the one who's going to approach u when u got his eyes and attention.

• Rindou would be the type of guy to chat w u first and have a nice conversation before u end up on his bed

• Would definitely interrogate u first abt what type of music u like lol

• I can see him fucking u in a much more private settings not just in some bathrooms or small romms or what

• This is so random but he gives me "i'm alrdy taken" vibes 😲😲😲

• Kokonoi Hajime

• yuhhh (a virgin)

• cmon give my man a break

• He's defo the most stressed person at bonten

• Always busy. 24/7 paperworks. short breaks.

• He's too busy to fuck w someone, bro just want 8 hours of sleep.

• but im sure he alrdy made out w someone

•If he ever will makeout w someone, i dont see him meeting someone to makeout w at some club like the other members but rather i see him at the office or sumthn

• Koko rlly needs to know u first before he gets freaky w u, It will take long bcs he needs to be comfy w u first.

a/n: That's all! thanks again for reading the first part of this series

#bonten imagines #bonten #bonten smut #tokyo revengers rindou #haitani rindou imagines #bonten rindou #tr rindou #rindou haitani #ran haitani #tokyo revengers #bonten ran #ran haitani imagines #kokonoi hajime #bonten kokonoi #tr kokonoi #tr ran #tokyo revengers kokonoi

[mlm-mod-taka]

hello!! before i say my request id like to say your blog is amazing and always nice to read !! ^^

Can i request mondo, byakuya, and hajime with a reader who gets upset and cries really easily but also somehow is always getting into fights? Like their sadness ends up turning into anger

sorry if this is too confusing, u can decline or ask for clarification if you want,, thank u in advance !!^^

EASILY UPSET BUT ANGRY READER • byakuya, mondo, hajime x gn reader

please tell me if i did this wrong! i actually had to redo this at first because i misread your request. also, i focused more on the "crying & upset" part rather than the "angry" one, feel free to dm me if you want that changed, and i hope this meets your standards!

tws/cws: mentions of beating up, gangs, physical fights, yelling & anger.

|| -> mod taka <3

when byakuya first met you, he'll admit that he thought you were a little weak-willed, but that wasn't the worst thing he's seen in a person, so he lets it slide. since he loves you so much, he's completely willing to protect you from people who try to make you upset.

that is, until, he figured out just how many fights you somehow got into. he doesn't understand why so many people targeted you. you didn't exactly seem to be the type of person to purposefully set other people off, so what was their deal with you?

then, he saw just how angry you could get. it amazed him, to see someone who he thought would only constantly cry and frown, to being this furious human being that is almost unrecognizable.

stares at you in complete awe and interest, but will step in once the person either gets a little too loud, or when they start to get physical with the confrontation. will go in between both of you, fully knowing what will happen if they dare to put a hand on him. he knows that you can handle yourself, but he'd rather not risk it.

he has a wall of the best lawyers ready to defend him and can sue almost anyone, so the person always knows thats when to back off. after they apologize to you and run away, he goes to help you out.

doesn't really know how to help when you're crying. if you're sobbing in public, the most he'll do is say some slightly comforting words, while handing you his handkerchief and patting your shoulder.

if you're alone, then he'll very stiffly hug you, patting your back in silence. please cut him some slack, he's pretty emotionally constipated. i promise you that he's trying his best.

like i mentioned, he thought you were quite weak when he first met you. however, as he got to know what type of person you are, he saw that you were much more than that.

you weren't afraid to show when you were upset, you weren't afraid to bawl your eyes out, you weren't scared to show emotion. to top it all off, you were a very intimidating person when you were mad, he'll admit that he admires you for that.

for a person like you, there are so many ways, and so many people that could hurt you, but that didn't intimidate you. you felt what you wanted, and with no shame. thats what makes you the perfect match for him, you help him know that its okay to be sad, its okay to cry. he loves you for that.

has absolutely no problems with you wearing your emotions on your sleeve! he wishes that he himself could be like that sometimes, honestly. he would willingly beat someone to a pulp for trying to hurt you.

"how dare someone try and fight you! whats their problem?!" is basically all thats going through his mind. the moment he sees someone with the audacity to try and start something with you, he's ready to throw hands.

in fact, you might have to be the one to stop him from hurting them. he's hellbent on protecting you, even though you can clearly handle yourself. he'll protect anyone he loves, strong or not.

is actually really impressed by how mad you could get, and thinks that its cool that you have that kind of spirit! it only makes him admire you more.

you start to notice that after you befriended and got together with mondo, all your usual fights are drastically reduced. in fact, the people that used to raise their fist at you are now apologizing at your feet and steer clear of you.

now, you have nothing to worry about! only idiots would try and hurt someone the mondo owada loves. he reassures you that everything is fine, and tells you that you don't need to always be upset or on guard anymore, you can relax.

he probably doesn't know how to comfort you too much either. but; he does have some idea what to do! whenever he's sad, he just eats a few snacks while watching some cute dogs videos, so you two have an animal watching marathon to make yourself feel better!

is a surprisingly good listener. doesn't try to give advice unless you ask, nods onto everything you say, and genuinely wants to help you out. he'll always be there to lend you an ear whenever you want to rant or vent about something thats making you upset.

the reason why he is always willing to hear you out, is because he never really had someone to talk to about his problems. he has this... fear that he would be looked down upon if he expressed how he felt.

he feels that same way as byakuya does, you help him see that its okay to feel things, and that hes still a man if he does. he starts to express when he's sad, and has less and less problems with crying, all because you helped him. he truly does love you so much, and he'll forever be grateful to you.

he wouldn't mind much either, i feel like as long as you're a decent human being, he'll gladly be friends with you. doesn't see anything wrong with it, and doesn't get why some people think its annoying.

he's not the most unique, popular or outstanding person in the school, so the fights would still continue afterwards. when it first happens in front of him, he's confused. why would someone go after you? you didn't seem like the type that would start fights on purpose, there has to be some mistake here.

it wasn't a mistake. at first, when he saw you so mad and angry, he was a little too surprised to do anything, but when the person would yell at you with a little too much anger, he shouts for one of the witnesses to call for a nearby teacher, and watches out for you on the sidelines until they come back with an adult.

he definitely thinks that other side of yours is cool, and would feel a bit of pride each time you said a sly comeback to the other person. he's not one to instigate fights, but he definitely wouldn't mind yelling a few encouraging words in your favor while waiting for the teacher.

when they do come back, he quickly drags you and him behind the educator to explain everything that happened. the teacher sends them to the principals office, and the situation is over. he may not be the most head on, but he ends it with the least mess out of everyone on the list.

probably knows how to comfort a crying person, and is actually pretty good at it. he had this... caring and gentle aura that comes off of him when he's trying to make you feel better.

doesn't make jokes or make fun of you, he just tries his best to calm you down and have you tell him why you're so upset. he wouldn't invalidate your feelings either, he'd just listen to you with a sweet look in his eyes.

it really helps you to stop crying and to calmly explain why you're feeling that way. he's someone you would probably need in your life, a person that would smile and try their best to help you out, even though you're sobbing uncontrollably.

and, he needs you in his. the reason why he fell for you, was because he felt warm and easy whenever he was around you. you were never harsh to him about how he felt, you didn't intimidate him in any way, which is why he felt like he could let his hair down with you, and why he loves you.

#📍 dismissal ∆ #byakuya togami #byakuya #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #mondo owada #mondo oowada #mondo owada x reader #mondo oowada x reader #mondo x reader #hajime hinata #hajime #hajime hinata x reader #hajime x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons

[in-class-daydreams]

Blue Star | Oikawa x Reader | Ch. 2

cr- Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

- Word Count: ~ 2600

- Genres: Fluff, angst, Ushijima doesn’t know what a meme is

- CW: Mild swearing, and sexual implications/content 

- Summary: Sometimes, (Y/N) wonders if it was hard for her father to send her away. To a new prefecture, a new home, a new school. It all just might be worth it when after becoming the (suspiciously knowledgeable) manager of the Aoba Johsai boys’ volleyball club, she meets Oikawa Tooru. Together, they do their best to exorcise demons they thought would never leave. They learn about progress, when to strive for it, and when to accept the realities that cannot be changed.

Chapters: First | Previous | Next (coming soon!)

“Then what character would Oikawa be?” Iwaizumi asked.

“I’d be Togami!”

“Shut up, you’re not hot enough to be Togami.”

Oikawa looked at (Y/N), horrified. He nudged Iwaizumi to the side, forcing the

shorter boy to share half his desk chair. Bracing his forearms on the desk, he asked, “(Y/N)-chan, that’s what you like? The nerdy asshole type is what gets you?”

“Byakuya is a fine anime boy, change my mind,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms.

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

Iwaizumi nodded along, “Yeah, that’s fair.”

“Iwa-chan!”

“Oikawa, gives me strong Monobear vibes,” she added.

“I see it,” Iwaizumi agreed.

As the classroom filled up, (Y/N) was getting more and more uneasy. Lately, Oikawa hung around her and Iwaizumi’s desks to chat and hang out before class started. During lunch, the three of them sat in the classroom together and watched anime on (Y/N)’s phone. Ya girl had Runchykroll Premium like a bad bitch, she doesn’t go with the standard membership. She doesn’t speak broke.

Today, though, it felt like people kept looking at her. She was used to getting side-eye at her old school, but it was weird to be getting it at a new school where she hadn’t done anything to draw attention to herself. At least, as far as she knew.

She noticed some girls off to her left openly staring at her, she raised a questioning eyebrow, to which they quickly turned away and frantically whispered among themselves.

“I, uh,” (Y/N) mumbled, “I’m gonna go pee.”

“Have fun,” Iwaizumi deadpanned.

“Uh huh.”

(Y/N) got up out of her seat, uncomfortably aware of the eyes watching her every move. Even walking down the hallway, groups of students stopped their conversations to gawk at her.

When she finally made it to the bathroom, she let out a soft sigh of relief.

‘Well, that was weird,’ she thought.

She turned the sink to its coldest setting, leaning forward to splash some on her face. Behind her, she heard the bathroom door open behind her, though she thought nothing of it.

Straightening up, she saw three girls in the mirror, glaring back at her. The four of them stared at each other for a bit, waiting for the other to say something.

‘Dammit, I’m in a kdrama and I’m a poor laundry girl and these are my bullies and I’m gonna have to get with some rich asshole with a bad perm,’ (Y/N) wanted to cry in frustration.

Just one day. Couldn’t she get just one day where people minded their own business instead of getting all up in hers?

(Y/N) turned around to face the group, faking a smile and moving to shuffle past them. The bigger girl on the side shoved her backwards, making her stumble a little.

“What’s your problem?” she asked, annoyed.

“What’s your relationship with Oikawa-san?” the one on the left demanded.

‘Oh boy, I really am in a kdrama. Or a teen movie. Do I have to be the Lindsay Lohan of this movie? Wait, no, I wanna be Regina George. Wait, shit, she gets hit by a bus. Ooh, actually, maybe I do wanna be Regina George.’

“Nonexistent, I guess?” (Y/N) shrugged, “I’m gonna go.”

“Not so fast!” the one in the middle said. She seemed to be the leader, with natural-looking dyed red hair, though you could see the brown roots beginning to grow out. Trifling Bitch had a slim figure, and stood taller than (Y/N) herself.

“We’re not done talking to you,” Bad Dyejob Regina George glowered.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. After everything that happened at her old school, her bullshit tolerance had gone up. The thing was, she was getting her first weeks of peace in a long time, and she’d be damned if she loses it because of Oikawa and his fangirls.

She pursed her lips, “Yeah, well, I’m done talking to you, so I’m gonna walk out of here, and you’re gonna make it easy for me to leave.”

Making her way towards the door, she maintained eye contact with the giantess on the right, daring her to touch her again.

“Don’t think you and Oikawa-san are on the same level just because he took the train home with you,” Annoying Beanpole called after her.

‘How would she--?’ the train is usually empty around the time she and Oikawa are on it, ‘Except…’ She remembered those two girls wearing the same uniform as her. Glances were typical, when she was with Oikawa, but in hindsight, those two were looking over much more than the average fangirl.

‘Of fucking course.’

“We’re just here to warn you that you’re not worth his time,” Completely Irrelevant finished, smiling as if she’d won.

“Whatever makes your life better, girlfriend,” (Y/N) dismissed.

Getting-On-Her-Last-Nerve put her hands on her hips, “I’m serious! Stay away from Oikawa-san, or else!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “I’m shaking.”

With that, she shoved past them and stalked through the door.

No way. No way she was doing this again. Things had gotten so bad at her old school, she got shipped off into the next prefecture just so she could make it through the year. There was no way in hell that she’d go through that again so she can hang out with Oikawa.

Whenever she had the time, she could study with Wakatoshi, or she could spend time with Iwaizumi when Oikawa wasn’t around. Either way, she wasn’t about to sacrifice her peace for anyone. Not even him.

Sliding back into her seat, she caught the tail end of their conversation, “--can’t today. My grandmother has grocery shopping to do, and I always go with her.”

“You’re everyone’s dream grandson, aren’t you, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa turned to her, “Come get food with me after practice?”

After what just happened in the bathroom, (Y/N) was inclined to say no, but those big doe eyes and enthusiastic smile were making it difficult.

‘Crap. You’re gonna make me fall for you, and you won’t even feel sorry for it, will you?’

“You’re not coming, Hajime?”

The tanned boy shook his head, “Not today. My grandmother needs me to carry the groceries.”

“M’kay, we can get breakfast in the morning, if you’re free?” she offered.

The two boys in front of her gave their agreements.

“But you’ll still get food with me today, right?”

“We’re already getting breakfast in the morning, why do you--”

“But I’m craving milkshakes now,” he whined.

(Y/N) frowned, “I thought you were lactose intolerant?”

“I am, but I’m not a weak bitch. Also, ever heard of lactose pills?”

Iwaizumi facepalmed. (Y/N) sighed, wondering how she ended up associated with this type of person.

‘Oh my god, I can’t believe this boy,’ she thought. Then she remembered that little exchange in the bathroom, and how those three girls were completely happy ordering her around. Backing down, acting like she never met Oikawa, it would be easy on her, sure. She stole a glance at him and his big, dumb smile and his stupid brown curls. (Y/N) thought about how nice it was to have him and Iwaizumi as friends and how happy going home from school with Oikawa made her.

‘Fuck it. Fuck you and your mean girl stereotype and the fact that you think you can order me around. I know what my own personal hell looks like. I’ve been there. So now? I’m going to do whatever I want, whether you like it or not.’

“Alright, fine,” she sighed while Oikawa cheered in victory.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into with him,” Iwaizumi said.

(Y/N) sighed, “I hope so too.”

~~

“Wouldn’t Hajime look good with a nose piercing?” (Y/N) asked absentmindedly.

Oikawa took a long sip of his milkshake, leaning back in the booth.

“Yes, but you know what would look even better? A lip piercing.”

(Y/N) gaped at him, “I’d be gone. That would kill me.”

“Tell me about it. I’m handsome and everything, but dear god, Iwa-chan is something else.”

“I get why you have a fanclub, but why the hell doesn’t Hajime have one? That boy is a work of art. And he uses those arms to help his grandmother! Tell me that’s not prime boyfriend material!”

“No doubt, no doubt. Maybe it’s because I’m flashier than he is? I mean, I interact with my fans. When girls come up to Iwa-chan, he just thanks them and leaves.”

“F’s in the chat.”

“F.”

Considering she had just moved to Miyagi, she didn’t know any good hang out spots. The diner Oikawa brought her to was very American 50’s style with its neon signs and leather booths. It was cute. She never saw anything like this back home. But despite how fun it was just hanging out with Oikawa like this, the conversation from earlier still lingered in (Y/N)’s mind. Curiosity having gotten the better of her, she asked him,

“Do you know a redhead girl? Tall, greenish eyes, hangs out with two other girls, one of which looks like she could snap your neck with one hand?”

“Sounds like Tachibana Akari. Why? Are they bothering you?” Oikawa asked seriously.

(Y/N) waved her hands in front of her.

“No, no, nothing like that. I just… I dunno, I was curious.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“Good, because I am,” (Y/N) sighed, “Do I have to tell you?”

“I can’t make you do anything, obviously, but I’m your friend, and it’d be nice if you opened up to me about these things.”

The shorter girl gave him a dirty look, “That was weirdly honest.”

Oikawa shrugged, “Well?”

(Y/N) stirred her milkshake, “They’re just being kinda petty, is all. Your fangirls get

a little possessive, is all.”

(Y/N) tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. The whole thing with what's-her-face

itself wasn’t, but if hanging out with Oikawa was gonna get her bullied, (Y/N) was having a hard time deciding if it was worth it.

“Yeah, they get like that sometimes. They mean well, it’s just...” he trailed off.

“Bitches be cray?” she offered. Oikawa nearly choked on his drink. His clenched fist came up towards his mouth, trying to stifle his giggles.

‘Ugh, he’s adorable. Gross.’

“Maybe a little… But they’re not gonna do anything to you. I think.”

“You think?”

“Yes, (Y/N), I think. I’m not a mind reader.”

“Whatever.” (Y/N) swatted at the hand creeping towards her fries, “It’s not a big deal. I was just curious, I guess-- Hey, fuck off, you have your own fries.”

“You got curly fries! How are you not gonna share?”

“Come near my fries again, and I will end you,” she threatened. The glare in her eyes gave Oikawa a clear warning that she was not playing around. This bitch will end you if you come near them fries.

The teens stared at each other intensely, the look in their eyes challenging the other. For Oikawa, two things could happen if he goes for the fries.

One, she ends his ass and he can have curly fries in the afterlife. (Y/N) goes to jail for his murder, but the jury finds out her motive and they say, ‘Oh yeah, that’s fair,’ and she ends up with 3 months community service instead.

Two, his prayers are answered and she soft enough for him by now and lets him take them.

Honestly, even he wasn’t going to take those odds. He settled down and picked at his own regular fries.

“This is just my opinion, but if I were you, I’d do the opposite of what they want me to do.”

“So you think I should hang out with you more?” she asked.

Oikawa waved a fry around as he spoke, “Yeah. Out of spite.” He took one of her fries while she was distracted, “But it also shows that you don’t care about what they want you to do.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “That’s what you’d do cause you’re a petty bitch.”

“Yeah, but maybe petty’s the way to go.”

She stopped to think about it for a moment. When she transferred to Seijoh, she planned to let any kind of drama roll off her back, like Wakatoshi advised her to. The problem was, that just wasn’t her.

Oikawa started talking about some dumb thing Makki and Mattsun did that got them in trouble with the captain. (Y/N) hardly noticed as she watched those soft lips move around his words. Did he use a lip scrub? He totally would. That boy probably bought the latest Cactha one, preordered.

‘You know what? Maybe I will do the opposite of what they want me to do. Stay away from him? So I’ll…’

Before common sense could kick in, she shoved their food to the side. While Oikawa was busy being confused, she grabbed him by his Aoba Johsai VBC jacket and yanked him towards her.

Just inches away from him, she asked, “Yes or no?”

Oikawa wished he could have recovered from his confusion sooner, but all he could really do was nod his head yes.

She tilted her head, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his. They were just as soft as they looked.

The tall boy sighed into the kiss. He was just about to cup her cheek before she pulled away out of breath. At the loss of her lips, Oikawa whined in displeasure.

(Y/N) stopped halfway out of her seat, “Did you just whine?”

“No?”

She smirked evilly, “Oh, this will be fun.”

Oikawa found himself being dragged by the wrist out the door. When he invited (Y/N) out, he wasn’t expecting this outcome, but damn if he wasn’t grateful.

“My parents are out of town on an overnight trip,” he said simply. The girl in front of him nodded, getting the hint.

Once inside his house, (Y/N) was on him again. She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Long fingers dug into her hips to keep him grounded. Eventually, though, he had to pull back for air.

“So,” he panted, “Is this how you’re getting back at Tachibana?”

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, urging him to take it off, “Yep. Is that okay with you?”

“Uh, yeah,” he slipped his fingers under her shirt, “Maybe a little more than okay.”

Oikawa sat her down on the bed. As he loomed above her, (Y/N) snickered.

“Cute,” she said sarcastically.

The much bigger boy above her yelped as she slammed him down on his bed. (Y/N) straddled his hips. Her smaller hands ran over the outline of his abs.

Oikawa looked like he wanted to protest. His large hands gripped her thighs.

“Please,” he whispered.

(Y/N) put her hand to her chin and pretended to think.

“Hmm. Please what?”

He looked stressed, “Please, (Y/N)-chan?”

She smiled, “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll allow it.”

Unbuttoning her already horribly rumpled shirt, she sat against the headboard and spread her legs. Oikawa all but lunged at her, his curly brown locks disappearing under her uniform skirt. Her hands found purchase in those locks and he had to clamp her inner thighs with his strong hands to keep her from crushing his skull.

“Oikaw-- Ahhh!” she squealed when he made contact. He smirked against her center. One elegant finger looped around her panties.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

(Y/N) glared down at him over the one hand covering her mouth.

“Yes!”

“Alright, alright,” he giggled, “Itadakimasu~”

God, he was fucking insufferable.

(E/N): I pay for Runchykroll Premium in this group, and my wallet does little cries every month. Also any Danganronpa fans here?

- Admin Kiwi-Chan

(A/N): This took so long. I sorry. Words hard. Mango dead.

- Admin Mango-Chan

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[lynneshobbydomain]

Seeing Is Believing (Day 4 of Komahina Week)

((Thank you sunflower_8 for betaing this for me))

Prompts: Talentswap AU/Flirting

Rating: G

Summary: A picture is worth a thousand words unspoken and understood. Hajime uses Nagito’s talent against him to show him exactly what this means.

You can read under the cut or at my A03

“You know a hundred other people in the world, why does it have to be me that gets photographed?” Hajime asked as Nagito placed down his camera. The park was empty save for themselves, which was good because Hajime didn’t feel up to signing autographs of any sort. It was probably also in Nagito’s good luck too, considering it saved him a lot of editing later. 

At the current moment, Nagito had Hajime posed so that he was leaning up against the tree, a book propped in his hand. He had to brush the petals out from his hair from time to time, so they wouldn’t pile up and make him look worse. Nagito had been moving around trying to get different angles, using natural lighting was more of a hassle for a photographer and Nagito was determined to make it work. Hajime had to admire the perseverance.

“No one would look as good as you.” Nagito replied smoothly as he adjusted his camera settings. Hajime’s cheeks pinkened, but he stomped those feelings down. “I want to catch Hinata-kun’s good side. You always show the stiff and stoic sides of yourself, but I rarely catch you at a moment of relaxation and peace. And with a smile.”

Either Nagito was going full out with the flattery, or Hajime was taking everything he was saying too seriously. “What do you mean with a smile?” Hajime finally decided to ask. He wasn’t going to touch on the flattery part. If he did, then that meant listening to five negative things about Nagito, and Hajime wasn’t sure he could handle that without wanting to slap him or kiss him.

He preferred the latter but that was completely off the point.

“Wait, you didn’t know?” Nagito picked his head up, eyes wide with surprise. He quickly started to go through his camera and then walked over towards the model. Hajime didn’t like looking at photos of himself, he rarely ever looked like what was on magazine print. However, when the camera was tilted so that Hajime could see the screen, he noticed that there was something different in the way he was photographed for his job, and the way Nagito caught him.

There was a tiny smile that was on Hajime’s lips in the photo. A couple of the cherry petals had fallen just in time to give him the sense that he was in a romantic setting without anyone. The book was open and Hajime noticed that he didn’t look at the writing. He was looking up and away. As if he were waiting for someone, or as if someone called his name. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t that what Nagito did? Called his name and made him look up? That was several shots ago.

“See?” Nagito asked, his voice soft as though he was going to break the moment. Hajime felt himself being lured by the tone, feeling as though maybe Nagito was right and this wasn’t a moment to break. “I told you you have a small smile.”

“I didn’t even know I was doing that.” Hajime mused. He wondered what he could’ve been thinking about that caused it. He was usually so careful about his expressions when there was a camera around. Even though Nagito told him to relax and just be himself, Hajime would’ve been aware of that smile, wouldn’t he?

Or maybe, Hajime looked over at Nagito as he thought about it, maybe it was because of who was behind the camera to begin with. Nagito was leaning close into his personal space. He could smell the cologne and the blackroom that lingered on Nagito’s clothes. There was the same type that was playing at the corners of Nagito’s mouth. “Has anyone ever taken your photo before, Komaeda-kun?”

“My photo? Why would anyone want to take a picture of me?” Nagito burst into laughter, though it was high pitched and nervous. Hajime felt his heart wrench. “I’m not all that good looking like you are Hinata-kun.” Hajime opened his mouth, about to lay out fifteen different other reasons why that wasn’t true when Nagito continued. “Besides, you’re my favorite subject to photograph. You...don’t see yourself the way I see you.”

Spurred on by the moment, Hajime held his hand out. Nagito blinked, gripping onto his camera a little tighter. “If I promise not to break it,” Hajime said, “then will you let me take one photo of you? I want to prove something.”

“Prove something?” Nagito echoed. “I mean…” He pursed his lips together before shrugging. “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you about the picture coming out bad.” He handed the camera over towards Hajime and they switched positions. “Should I also be reading the book?”

“I want you to be yourself.” Hajime told him as he started to mess around with the angles of the camera. Did he want a vertical picture or a horizontal one? He trusted Nagito’s settings for the rest of the picture. He wouldn’t know how to fix whatever mistake he made for that. “What would Komaeda Nagito do in this setting?”

Nagito’s teeth raked the bottom of his lip and looked at the ground thoughtfully. Hajime was tempted to press the button then, but decided against it. He waited until Nagito decided to sit down underneath the tree while Hajime had stood, with his foot up against it. Nagito leaned back, his head tilted. The mosaic shadows covered most of his features, but the light of the sun helped tease the sparkle in his eye and shone brightly as a halo against his hair. He turned slightly to face the camera, a serene smile and a pleasant expression. He reached and placed his hand next to him, as though beckoning whoever was behind the camera to approach.

Hajime could only hope that was a good shot. He got down on his knees to make sure that he was level with the pose. He knew enough to know that if he decided to stay standing, the picture wouldn’t come out right. The angle would be too awkward, and the settings Nagito had on would ruin the photo. Hajime wanted to catch Nagito in the best light he could. He lifted the camera and saw through the lens that Nagito’s expression changed only slightly. whether it was out of surprise at Hajime’s thoughtfulness or something else, Hajime wasn’t sure.

But that was the expression that stayed on that photo.

“Wanna take a look?” Hajime asked as he held the camera back.

Nagito reached over as he took the camera and he blinked at the photo. 

“Maybe I wasn’t all that good.” Hajime took his silence as if he had done something wrong. He wouldn’t have been surprised really. Photography wasn’t his strongest suit after all and it wasn’t his Ultimate. “But I-”

“Hinata Hajime, you are so talented. You made me look like a model like yourself! I’m not worthy of thi-” Komaeda was starting to hyperventilate. Hajime didn’t think he ever saw someone literally shake from excitement from just a photo. Then again, who was he kidding? Nagito had shook when Hajime offered to be his model for one of his practical exams. It was endearing, but...worrisome.

“Didn’t you tell me once that the photographer captures what he sees and how he sees?” Hajime cut through his spiel.

Nagito blinked and nodded, “Yes, that’s...correct. I did say that.” Then another wave of shock. “I’m not-”

“That’s how I see you. I think that’s how you see me too.” Hajime swallowed. “I mean...if I’m not being...you know. Too forward I think-”

A sound of a photo being taken snapped Hajime out of his thoughts and of the sentence he was about to say. He blinked back the lights that were suddenly dappled in his vision and he noticed that Nagito’s hands were trembling around the camera as he slowly brought it down from his face. 

Nagito passed the camera back to Hajime wordlessly and the model took the camera again.

The reds of his cheeks were prominent, again Hajime hadn’t been aware of his blushing or of that timid smile that he was wearing. Apparently those two things were common when Nagito was around or taking his picture. The way that he was at Nagito, the earnest expression and sincerity.

“I’ve been trying to find a way to ask you out that wasn’t...photo sessions.” Nagito admitted. “But I just wasn’t brave enough to think that you could like someone like me.”

“I mean, I know I’m intimidating, but I didn’t think I was scary.” Hajime licked the bottom of his lip, his heart stuttering in his chest. “So...yeah?”

“Of course. I would be stupid not to date you.” Nagito sighed. “I just wish you caught on after the first thousand photos we took together.”

Hajime spluttered, but he decided to laugh it off. “Maybe next time you should’ve left the photos on my desk. I might’ve gotten the hint.”

“With the fancy writing on the edge of the card with a bunch of x’s and o’s like in Hollywood?” Nagito quipped back and Hajime burst into laughter. He forgot that he told Nagito about how many times his fans would send him clippings of his own photos to send in and try to hit on him that way. “Next time I’ll remember the red lipstick, Hinata-kun.”

“Oh god no I take it back! I take it back!” Hajime laughed. “No, you did just fine...actually what did you do with those photos anyway? You don’t have a shrine do you?”

“And what if I do? Will Hinata-kun still want to date me?” Nagito teased.

“If it’s not a summoning circle, sure.”

“Your standards are very high.” 

Both boys fell back into easy laughter and Hajime took the initiative and crawled over to sit down next to Nagito. The photographer gasped softly as Hajime pressed their sides together and he tilted his head to rest against Nagito’s shoulder. The warmth of Nagito’s body and the sun was like a gentle lullaby, it was easy to bring back the peace.

He didn’t even mind it when another photo was taken. Nagito could complain about the angle and the bad lighting of the selfie later. 

It would soon be their favorite photograph anyway.

#komahina week 2020 #komahina #hopetohope #dangnaronpa #sdr2 #nagito komaeda #Hajime Hinata #talentswap #photography #modeling

[yaboylevi]

Interview with Isayama's Editor

Disclaimer for mistakes and misinterpretations. Don't repost without crediting me! Thanks!

Can you tell us about your first meeting with Isayama?

He was 19 and I was 23, I was in the industry for less than a year at the time. Mangakas had to bring their own works at magazine companies by calling them, requesting for a meeting with an editor. I was the one who answered Isayama’s call and I thought his work was interesting, so we started from there with the usual steps, like aiming for a prize.

He got an honorable mention for the work he brought to me that day, so then for a year we talked about the plot and I made him practice about his drawings, and he got 4th in the Newcomers Competition.

Were those two works merged together in the Shingeki no Kyojin that we know of now?

The first one he brought to me on our first encounter was the prototype of SnK, right down to the title, “Shingeki no Kyojin”. The characters were different but the setup was the same.

What types of advice did you give him?

In order to get better at action scenes, I had him study Hajime no Ippo,  especially when it comes to fighting scenes. And because he wasn’t that good at drawing clean lines, I made him study love mangas with cute girls.

What about the story?

When it comes to that, we had this kind of meetings: I asked him a lot of questions. During a meeting, I had even 50, 100 questions for him. These questions were about, for example: “What is this character thinking?”, “If they were told such and such, what would be their reaction?” “Why did they say this, right now?”, “How is their world?” And then following these questions, “What do the people in this world think about it?”. If he could answer them immediately, he did and I would give him my impressions, if he couldn’t answer, he would answer in the next meeting.

I heard the meetings you have with him now have changed a bit, the ones where you discuss the plot.

Yes, stuff like “How will it end?” “Are there mysteries still unresolved?” “And things that need an ending?”, etc, we talk about this as much as we can during our meetings. Every month we talk about the “long plot” from the point we currently are at until the final moment of the story. The way I go about SnK has become kind of a standard for me, even if it might be rare, but anyway we, of course, talk about the next issue as well as “What’s gonna happen in the end?”. And Isayama will give his input every time, though his feelings on the matter also change, and there are also instances where he changes his mind about things he wrote the month before.

Why did Isayams write Shingeki no Kyojin?

He came from Oita all the way to the capital, and he was thinking that once his serialization was done, he wouldn't have the means to support himself, so he’d be back to working part-time jobs, and he’d have to work hard until he’s serialized. It was this terror, this struggle to the death.

He asked himself things such as “How can I make people react?” “Can I become popular?”, he made these calculations while he still drawing what he wants to draw. He’s a creator with a high awareness of how to promote his work. He has a good eye, or well, he has a nice feel for what leaves an impression. As a reader himself, and a game player, and as someone who watches movies, he remembers the parts that left an impression on him and moved him, and he understands them to the point that he made them his own. He thinks stuff like “If I was the reader, I would like this development”. So, since he managed to grasp these things properly inside himself, he also believes that if he can express the things he wants properly, the readers will be happy. He is someone who has understood all of this.

How did he polish his “good eye”?

I think he’s someone who doesn’t want to be embarrassed about his life. He doesn’t want to be uncool. For example, some people might think “I want to be popular”, “I want to be rich”, there are various motivations in the world, but Isayama simply doesn’t want to be uncool. This is just what I think. When I talk about “good eye” I mean he has a standard of life, a clear way of living he’s chosen and he can clearly see things based on that standard. And he has applied this even to his way of writing manga.

How far did you decide when you started publication?

As for the characters that appeared in the first volume, we had decided everything about their backstories, for example, about Eren and his comrades. But we hadn’t decided everything about, for example, how and who would die and such. We did decide about who would betray who...well, which side they were affiliated to, and so even about the outside world. 

Did you decide everything about the outside world since the beginning, too?!

We didn’t decide everything in details, but the setting for the characters, and the history behind it, the people who live there, etc, yes, we decided it since the beginning.

Are there parts that were canceled and that you thought were interesting?

I don’t know if it can be considered interesting or not, but in volume 8 Sasha was supposed to die in the first draft of the chapter. We even drew the full scene, so then we wondered if it was the right moment for her to die, if it even had meaning, and it was a part I personally wasn’t so sure about, so I had him think about it once again and when we fixed it, we realized that yes, there was still a role she could have in the story. So we let her live. I can’t say if the first version of that chapter was interesting, but it surely left an impression.

Volume 29 just came out, how will it go on from here on out?

Of course, I can’t say anything about future events, but some developments (in volume 28) were a bit of a gamble for Isayama. The plot, or like, the steps of the story were a bit different - just a little - and he changed them at the last moment. He thought that progression wasn’t good, that it wouldn't work well, that it was a bit too naive/half-hearted, so he changed it right at the last second.

He has this opinion that if he himself isn’t sure about something or thinks it's too complicated, then there is no way it can be interesting to read, so it feels a bit like he runs from the problems.

#isayama hajime #shingeki no kyojin #snk interviews #vivitranslates #snk spoilers #kawakubo shintaro

[cryoculus]

Any scenario with iwaizumi and tsukishima with their s/o please?

So I consulted an RP Generator for this one and here’s what the RNG gods told me to write ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ side note: they dont necessarily “love” the reader character tho. they kinda just feel strongly about em.

Iwaizumi

He had to reread the encrypted text message a few more times before the gravity of the situation finally settled in his chest. 

Iwaizumi Hajime was known to be a surefire assassin that spared no one on the hit lists given to him. Not only did he get the job done, but he was also meticulous with his work. He made sure that the kills he’d secured would never be traced back to him or his clientele and that’s why he’s so popular in the market.

But this job in particular has him reeling into the depths of his conscience. It had been sent to him in the middle of the night as he was polishing his company-issued sniper rifle. The familiar chime of a notification from the almost jurassic cellphone given to him solely for the purpose of business transactions didn’t come to him as a surprise anymore. 

Usually, the jobs piled up right after he’s completed one for the night. He’s given the choice to refuse any job he didn’t see fit to execute, but this particular client was someone his boss specifically told him never to say no to.

[01:58 AM]

(Surname) (Name). Today. 3 AM.

These particular text messages were straight to the point. All his clients had to tell him were the name of the person he needed to dispose of and the date they wanted the job to be done. Iwaizumi had standard prices for his work and he expected the client to load the money into his bank account right after he confirmed the transaction, which he was having trouble deciding on right now.

He fidgeted with his thumbs as he attempted to compose a reply. But the longer he hesitated, the more his emotions began to betray his reason.

(Surname) (Name). Iwaizumi never thought he’d be seeing that name in particular written in the pixelated font of an encryption message. It wasn’t the first time he was tasked to take down someone he’s familiar with; not at all. But he never felt such a strong desire to turn a job down before. 

The career of a hitman wasn’t a pleasant one and Iwaizumi knew better than anyone that he had enemies everywhere. There had even been a time when he was left staggering in an alley, clutching a bleeding gash in his stomach where one of those yakuza folk slashed him with a sword. A damn sword. 

But just before he could succumb to the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole in a dingy crevice where no one would mourn him, you descended from the heavens and became his saving grace.

His memories of you were brief but clear. Soft hands tending to the worst of his injuries, the sharp incense in the room, the tender words that were nearly enough to nurse him back to health – how could he kill the woman that once saved him from death’s awaiting arms, knowing that he was your enemy.

[02:07 AM]

That’s the prodigious doctor under the wing of the yakuza. If that person is gone, they won’t have any means of getting back on their feet to bare their fangs at us any longer.

Iwaizumi usually replied to job requests within a minute. If it took longer, that only meant he was either hesitating or uninterested. Given that this was a client he absolutely cannot refuse, he’s sure the person who sent the message knew that he needed a little push to agree to take it.

He didn’t want to. He already knew who you were and what you did, but he still didn’t want his hands to be sullied with your blood.

“I think killing off the capo was necessary,” you sighed as you replaced the bandages around his stomach. “He was making wonky decisions all over and he just expects me to do damage control when he sends our men into those turf wars. I’d thank you, but that would be mean.”

“Mean?” Iwaizumi chuckled. You, a doctor of the yakuza, would describe thanking him for killing your leader ‘mean’? He expected you to just pummel a rusty knife into his stomach instead of actually healing him. Yet, to his surprise, you did the latter. 

Your touch was as light as a feather while you patched him up. The feeling of your fingers grazing the bare skin of his torso was stirring something inexplicable in his chest, but before he could dwell on it, you broke the silence.

“You must be wondering why I’m helping the man who assassinated the capo, aren’t you?” Your lips stretched into a smile, patting down the bandages evenly. 

“I am,” Iwaizumi agreed.

You sighed as you stared out of the window of your apartment. “Doctors are supposed to tend to anyone that needs medical attention, regardless of their affiliations. The capo has been giving me shit for that principle for a long time, saying that my talents were the yakuza’s property.” You gritted your teeth. “I didn’t like that.”

Iwaizumi sat in saturated silence, olive eyes observing you as you sat down on your bed with him. You shook your head. 

“Sorry. I was just rambling,” you apologized. “I’ll be heading out in a while. Lock up when you leave, will you, assassin-san?”

Your whimsical behavior knew no bounds, did they? Iwaizumi nodded. “Can I at least get the name of my savior?”

“(Surname) (Name). You better remember it.”

With a bated breath, Iwaizumi made up his mind, typing in a hasty reply to confirm the job. You were nothing but a stepping stone to him; an unfortunate soul that showed kindness to the wrong man. You should have killed him before he could kill you.

But even with his convictions aligned, Iwaizumi’s fingers still trembled when he pulled the trigger to put a bullet through your skull as you soundly slept in the same apartment where you plucked him from death. 

When he swooped into your apartment, something died in his chest along with your passing as he checked your pulse. Your blood coated the crisp white sheets and he swears that he can still see the sight of your peaceful corpse when he closed his eyes. 

This was the fate of an assassin with the blood of dozens in his hands and, frankly, he was used to it.

Tsukishima

“Kei?” 

The sound of you calling his name startled Tsukishima from his bubble of thought. What had you been telling his ear off about before he spaced out again? 

You huffed, puffing your cheeks. “Kei, I am going to tell on you! You’ve been really out of it lately.”

He mumbled a half-hearted apology before letting you prattle on about the latest fashion trends that caught your interest. Tsukishima didn’t care, but he had to seem interested since he was your bodyguard. 

The only child of the Yamato family that owned an entire chain of weaponry businesses across Japan was, for lack of a better word, spoiled. Not only did your parents grant all of your wishes to compensate for their constant absence, but they had to hire someone like him to keep your safety secured. The most pressing detail was that, you were about his age already, yet you still had the mentality of a thirteen year-old. 

You were annoying, it was an inexcusable fact. Tsukishima had a low tolerance for people he deemed vexing, but the pact between his family and yours was set in stone before either of you were even born. The Tsukishimas were in debt to the Yamatos and his service was payment for the favor they made ages ago. So even if you grated at his nerves every five minutes, he’s learned to cultivate a lengthy patience for your childlike behavior. He had to.

But childish you may be, he took his job seriously. Your safety was the highest priority for him, even if it led to the demise of other people. That’s exactly what happened when one of the Yamato family’s rivals in the industry thought it would be amusing to blackmail him.

“Listen, punk,” the burly man that infiltrated the Yamato manor rasped, holding a gun against his temple, “we’ve got your pretty little family under hostage back in Miyagi. If you don’t do as we say, they’re at the end of the line.”

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at him. “Why am I supposed to believe you?”

He chuckled before gesturing at one of his comrades, who produced a cellphone from his pocket. When he unlocked it, displayed on the screen was a live feed from a camera in a place he wasn’t familiar with. In the room, he could clearly see the blindfolded and restrained figures of his mother and older brother. 

“What do you want?” he conceded, but remained calm. All he needed to do was minimize the casualties. His eyes flicker over to you, who’s also being held at gun-point. But unlike him, you were red-eyed and sniffling, fearing for your life as if Tsukishima couldn’t do anything to save you. 

The man taking him hostage put the gun in his hands. Tsukishima frowned. What did he want him to—

“Shoot the girl.”

His blood froze in his veins. Your shriek was deafening when the man’s intentions was put on the table, thrashing about in the arms of the other criminal holding you in place. He growled a threat in your ear, which effectively shuts you up. But even in your silence, Tsukishima could see the desperation in your glistening eyes.

Please don’t kill me.

A dry chuckle resonated in his chest and the man by his side cast him a bizarre look. But before he could dish out any more threats in Tsukishima’s ear, the blond immediately aimed the gun’s muzzle against the man’s chest and pulled the trigger without another thought. 

He let out a choked up gasp, blood spurting from his mouth, before crumpling to the ground. The other two men yell in surprise and before the man hostaging you could put an end to your life, Tsukishima fired another bullet straight into his skull. You yelped but before you could fall under the weight of the man he just killed, Tsukishima ran to you to support your weight on his back.

“K-Kei,” you whimpered. “They’re going to hurt them. They’re going to hurt them because of me.”

His family. This was the first time you showed any concern about anyone else besides yourself and this bothered him more than it should. 

“Boss! Kill ‘em! Kill ‘em dead!” The man holding the cellphone that showed him what situation Akiteru and his mother were in barked into a walkie talkie. “The young Tsukishima brat is a—”  

You screamed at the sound of another gunshot being fired. The last of the culprits slumps onto the floor in a bloody puddle. You were trembling on his back now and with a sigh, he tossed the gun aside to bring you to safety.

As he brought you to your room, he laid you down on your duvet so he could make some calls about what happened in the manor. But just before he could leave, you clutched the sleeves of his suit. 

“Don’t leave me,” you sobbed. “I-I promise I’ll make mom and dad get those guys for doing this to you, but please…”

The sight of you crying was routine for him. You cried at least once a day because of menial things and Tsukishima has since developed immunity to your emotions. But the sincerity in your voice to assure retribution for the men who threatened his family surprised him. 

With a shaky breath, he nodded and lied with you on your bed. For once, you weren’t chattering about the trivial matters that you involved yourself with. You soaked up in the deafening silence with him, not daring to shatter the temporary peace.

Deep in his thoughts, Tsukishima could only think about the last time he spoke with his brother.

“When you get back, we’re going to play lots of volleyball again, okay?” He grinned like an idiot back then and Tsukishima called him as such. Akiteru called him mean and said when he came home in six months’ time, he was going to get a beating.

Did he…have anything to come back to now?

“Kei?”

He turned his amber-eyed gaze to you, still sniffling but less puffy-eyed. 

“Thank you.” You managed a pursed smile.

You didn’t need to thank him. You never thanked him. But admittedly, the gratitude was nice to hear.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu hc #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #iwaizumi hajime #the ending of the tsukki one was kinda rushed #IM SORRY #hqscenario #request #anon

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title : Tumbling Through the Remains

Author : @himanochi

For : @sonneka

Rating/Warnings : G

Prompt : DR:AE AU or a Post DR3 setting where Komaeda and Hinata fight against Monokumas in the middle of an abandoned city just like it happens in DR:AE.

Author’s notes : So…this was the first time I wrote anything remotely combat related. I have no idea if it’s any good or makes sense. Which is also why I mostly went with the theme of DR:AE rather than…fighting Monokumas. It still happened! Just…not much. I’m sorry. I wish I would’ve had enough time to write my ideas for the other two prompts, but they got more and more detailed until it was just too much to handle. Still, all your prompts were great! And I really hope you’ll like this!

The sound of metal scratching against metal was grating to Hajime’s ears as he shoved the partially rusted crowbar into a Monokuma’s stomach, pushing down on his end to lift it up and tear open the bear’s head, crushing the program that controlled the robot in the process.

A flash of reflecting light got caught in the corner of his eye and he quickly stepped to the side. Not a second later, a sharp claw embedded itself in the concrete he had been standing on, accompanied by that all too familiar robotic cackling of a Monokuma. Its claw seemed to be stuck in the ground.

Hajime didn’t hesitate in thrusting the crowbar into the bear’s red eye as it moved its head to look at him. Sparks spread from the eye over the robot’s body, paralyzing it before breaking it entirely with a small explosive force. Hajime was almost caught in the blast, but could jump away with the crowbar in his hands at the last second.

Looking up, he made a quick scan of his surroundings.

The street ahead was blocked by a partially collapsed office building, a few dead bodies sticking out from under the rubble. It looked like the Monokumas from that direction had stopped coming. A handful of them was lying in the middle of the street, motionless or roughly taken apart by the crowbar Hajime had picked up earlier.

He turned around to see if Komaeda had been as successful on his end, just in time to see three more Monokumas waddling in his direction. Before he could take even one step forward toward them, from the corner of his eye, he saw a stone—not any bigger than a small pebble—flying through the air and hitting the Monokuma furthest away from him square in its glowing red eye.

The Monokuma toppled over, crashing into its two companions and pushing them down with it. Hajime wasn’t sure what happened exactly, but the moment both hit the ground, the telltale spark of a Monokuma’s weak spot being hit sent an electrical charge through them.

All three exploded at roughly the same time. He should be surprised…but he really wasn’t. Glancing over in the direction the pebble had been thrown from, he saw Komaeda stepping out of the shadow of a nearby building that was still somewhat standing.

Unsurprisingly, he was throwing and catching a few more pebbles with his mechanical left hand. He took a quick look around the area before focusing on Hajime as soon as he was close enough to be in earshot of him, “Do you think that’s all of them?”

“Seems like it. For now,” Hajime let his gaze wander over any possible Monokuma hiding places, but it all seemed clear now.

Komaeda made his way over to one of the torn open Monokumas that hadn’t been destroyed through the exploitation of their weak spot. He kicked against the useless piece of metal with his foot, stating after a short glance at its insides, “They’re not made by Towa.”

“Well, Souda did say this was part of his area,” Hajime shrugged. “Figures he’d been playing around with them during that time frame.”

If his senses wouldn’t have been as sharp as someone whose brain got tinkered with, he would’ve missed the way Komaeda’s brow creased the slightest bit and his eyes narrowed down at the broken machine in front of him. His muttering was loud enough to be heard without a genius brain, “That was too easy for Souda-kun’s standards, though.”

Hajime didn’t want to say anything, but he had to agree.

He wasn’t sure what kind of implications that left him with. Thinking about it didn’t seem like a good choice of action, though Komaeda had already beaten him to it and spoke his thoughts out loud, “Do you think they want to get rid of us?”

They being Future Foundation. Sadly, it was not out of the realm of possibilities. Especially since lately, more and more members of the Foundation got told about the survival of the Remnants of Despair. They had to know in order for the ex-remnants to properly help the rebuilding process.

It had mostly been alright in the beginning, but the existing tension was almost tangible by now. It was growing with every new member that got involved. Still, everyone back from the island agreed this was better than to live in isolation with the knowledge of what they had all done to the world.

Doing what they could to help out was the only thing that mattered for the time being. Even if the majority of people working with them threw them one distrustful look after the other.

It was only a matter of time until they would eventually get used to it, so it was fine. They simply had to keep pushing forward.

“We should get going,” Hajime brushed off Komaeda’s question. He took another quick look around before deciding to try the small alleyway that was partially covered with the floor of the collapsed office building. The opening was big enough to walk through.

He didn’t wait for Komaeda to give him any form of affirmation and made his way over, holding onto the rusted crowbar with a tight grip. Having a weapon wasn’t a bad thing when you were stuck in a post-apocalyptic city, searching for unlikely potential signs of survivors.

“I mean, they weren’t very cooperative when giving us this mission,” Komaeda followed him as he was walking through the alley, not giving up on the conversation that he started. Hajime didn’t know why he expected anything else from him. “The area report was really basic, too. And it didn’t say anything about Monokumas walking through the streets, either.”

“This is a rather unexplored area, so it only makes sense,” Hajime tried to refute Komaeda’s argument, but he couldn’t keep his voice from sounding a little tired.

Contrary to that, Komaeda sounded like an excited child on its birthday, “Hinata-kun, we both know they had to fly over this city with a helicopter before granting permission for ground exploration.”

He hated it when Komaeda was just right about things, which was way too often. The fact was that, yes, an air observation had to be done first. They should’ve known about the Monokumas.

“Plus,” Komaeda continued, “the only equipment they gave us was food for two people that can last for four days. It’s a ten days mission. Even if we do find survivors, they won’t survive for long.”

Hajime couldn’t keep himself from letting go of a deep sigh. He was sure if he turned around, the expression on Komaeda’s face that he would find was a big innocent smile. He didn’t want to see it.

Steeling himself for a full-blown argument, Hajime said, “I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that, but saying they want to get rid of us is a bit much, don’t you think?”

“But it makes sense!” Komaeda had surely thrown his arms up into the air in a spur of emotion, “No one in their right mind would want someone like me to be part of their group, especially when it’s about something as delicate as the restoration of the world’s structure. Everyone knows I’m better at destroying things! And it’s no secret everyone’s scared of the basically god-like formerly called Kamakura Izuru.”

Hajime knew the words were coming, yet he did nothing to stop them. Neither Komaeda’s mention of Kamukura’s status nor his usual self-deprecation. Even though he wanted to prevent both more than anything else.

Komaeda wasn’t finished, “If I were gone, Future Foundation wouldn’t have to worry about their headquarters imploding for no reason just because I had a particularly lucky streak the past few days. And if you were to disappear, they wouldn’t need to fear being outsmarted by someone who can more or less read their thoughts without their consent. Not that either of it works that way.”

Not a lot of people knew about Komaeda’s type of luck—mainly the ones that saw the Killing School Trip broadcast by Enoshima’s AI—but practically everyone knew the kind of roles he played during the Tragedy. Not to mention that he still freaked out every person he talked to for longer than ten minutes.

When it came to Hajime’s case, however…well, the one red eye was usually enough to make anyone who looked at him feel uneasy in his presence. If they knew about the nearly countless talents stored inside his brain, they’d try to avoid him at every chance they got.

They were all scared of the potential things he could do to them, like controlling their decisions and beliefs through a simple conversation. Not to say that he couldn’t do that if he wanted to—oh no, he definitely could—but he wasn’t ever going to. It would give him a headache.

“I’m just saying,” Komaeda was still going, “it’s understandable they wouldn’t want to have anything to do with us. They’d rather have us die alone in this abandoned city, like the worthless garbage we are.”

This started to sound an awful lot like Komaeda’s mindless rambling. Spending as much time with Komaeda as Hajime did had taught him these instances were Komaeda’s most vulnerable moments. Something was hiding behind these words of accusation that didn’t sound like accusations.

Hajime tried to see his words from a different angle, from a different perspective. Instead of thinking about how Future Foundation viewed them, how would Komaeda view them in their place? It wasn’t the Future Foundation that he had to question, it was Komaeda.

He didn’t like the conclusion he came to, but he had to ask anyway, “Do you think they want us to die here or do you want us to die here?”

It was silence that followed. Even Komaeda’s footsteps stopped echoing between the walls of the alley and Hajime had to stop and turn around to make sure he was still there. He was, but his gaze was locked onto the ground, not moving a muscle.

Hajime, not knowing what to do, simply stood there and waited until Komaeda finally looked up again, meeting his gaze and opening his mouth to say…something Hajime couldn’t hear. The loud clapping of a thunder in the near vicinity drowned out the words Komaeda’s voice was forming.

Without any more of a warning than that, Hajime felt rain already trickling down his face and soaking into his clothes within seconds. Komaeda looked up at the sky, his expression utterly blank.

Hajime didn’t give himself any time to think about his actions as he took a couple of steps forward, grabbed Komaeda by his left hand, and broke out into a full-on sprint down the alleyway to find some cover from the rain.

Komaeda wasn’t resisting, but he wasn’t really running with him, either.

It probably took about five minutes to get to a building that might have been an indoor parking lot based on the handful of cars scattered around and the markings on the floor.

They stopped by a tipped over pillar near the crushed wall they entered through, Komaeda immediately sitting down on top of it with his elbows on his knees as his upper body toppled forward, catching his breath. Hajime was doing perfectly fine, though that was to be expected.

He waited for Komaeda’s breathing to regulate again before sitting down next to him, keeping a reasonable distance between them. The splashing sound of the raindrops hitting the concrete was now the only thing to fill the silence. It was better than nothing, he supposed.

The semi-silence continued for what felt like another ten minutes, but was probably a little less than that. Komaeda broke it with words said in a careful whisper, “I don’t know.”

Hajime’s head snapped over to him, but he had fixed his gaze onto the floor. Slowly, the cold of the rain soaking his clothes was seeping into his bones. It was probably the same for Komaeda, seeing as he began to wrap his arms around himself and started shaking.

Then again, Komaeda was known to do that whenever he had some sort of breakdown, too. He seemed to be more or less in control of himself, though. His words were still nothing more than a whisper, “Maybe a little bit of both?”

Hajime didn’t need to be a genius to know what Komaeda was talking about. He felt his heart crack just a tiny bit at the confirmation.

He could remember a night back on Jabberwock Island, where the sky had been clear and they watched the stars together from the beach. That night, Komaeda had told him he was scared he might die soon. Because he didn’t want to anymore.

It had been months since then and everything was fine, so Hajime hadn’t been worried. He had been quite happy about it, actually. Hearing Komaeda say that had lifted a weight off of his chest.

This was as if the weight had been dropped down again, punching the air out of his lungs. Before Komaeda could say anything else, Hajime beat him to it, “Did you lie to me?”

Komaeda didn’t even hesitate when furiously shaking his head as an answer. He still wasn’t looking at him, though, keeping his eyes on the floor as he spoke, “No. No, I didn’t, but—I’m still not sure if any of us really deserve to life after…everything we’ve done.”

Well, that was something Komaeda had been saying from the beginning. He stopped mentioning it after that conversation he had with Hajime at the beach, but apparently it was still a concern of his. Or maybe the recent tension with Future Foundation caused these thoughts to resurface.

Either way, Hajime could see how Komaeda was close to falling back into that mindset. He could feel the familiar worry begin to fill his heart.

Cautiously, he scooted over in Komaeda’s direction, though not by much. He didn’t want to startle him or anything. It felt as if he was approaching a scared animal, which probably wasn’t that far from the truth, but thinking that seemed a bit mean for some reason.

When Hajime was close enough that he thought he could try and reach out for him, Komaeda spoke up again, making him stop in the middle of his movement.

“I mean—” he paused, “Does anything we do to try and help really matter in the end?” He glanced at Hajime, just from the corner of his eye without moving his head, but his gaze was piercing as it was questioning—and maybe a bit scared, too.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I’m not doubting everyone’s abilities or anything. They’re talents are all useful right now, except mine. But… I just… I don’t know. I feel like there’s nothing I can do.”

Hajime took a moment to think it over, “Komaeda, you’re helping right now. You’re not doing nothing.”

“I know, but—” he interrupted himself, shutting his mouth with a clatter of his teeth. He turned his head, away from Hajime, muttering under his breath but still loud enough to hear, “You told me to always question and think about what I’m doing.”

The air got stuck in Hajime’s throat for a brief second. He remembered giving Komaeda that particular piece of advice. It was because of his dementia, and it actually seemed to help him hold back his compulsive behavior for the majority of time that had passed since then.

To be honest, he didn’t think about how it could affect Komaeda in these circumstances. Granted, he didn’t think he’d listen to his words for so long, either. Hajime dropped his hand that had been reaching for Komaeda, unsure of what to do.

Komaeda seemed to take it as a sign to continue, “I don’t know if I should be questioning myself in this situation, too, or not. But I do. And I don’t see how I could be of help to anyone.”

The rain was still falling, the sound of thunder in the distance.

A few minutes passed, carrying their silence. Hajime didn’t know what to do other than to stare at Komaeda, who was still facing away from him.

He wanted to say something, but the only words he could think of were a repeat of the speeches he used to give to all of them—that they had to try and move forward to create their own future. He could always try saying that again, but it didn’t quite feel like the right moment for that.

Something in the back of his mind decided to remind him he could just use one of the many talents he had now to easily find the right words with the blink of an eye, but he immediately rejected that idea. Komaeda deserved more than some calculated words. At least when he was talking to him as a friend.

The only other idea he had was to simply say whatever came to mind and, more or less, let his heart do the talking…on second thought, that sounded incredibly embarrassing.

…whatever.

To keep the embarrassment as low as possible, Hajime looked away, at the rain that was pouring down outside the parking lot, and started talking, “You know…that’s fine. Having doubts about this is fine. I’m sure everyone does. We destroyed this world, so who’s to say we can do anything other than that? We’re all just normal people at the end of the day.”

He said that, but he honestly thought he was more talking about himself right now than anyone else. It didn’t really boost the confidence he managed to put into his words, more like decrease it, but he had to keep going.

“Sometimes, it’s hard to push forward or to keep yourself from burning out or prevent any temptation of giving up to control your thoughts.” He hated how much these words were true for him, too. He was supposed to be their leader—for lack of a better term. He couldn’t be weak like that. Weak like the talentless Reserve Course student he still was, in a way.

He pushed the thought away, ignored it, pretended it wasn’t there.

He did his best to keep it all out of his voice, “But it’s all for a big thing like restoring the world. Every bit counts. And you don’t have to deal with the guilt and doubt alone, Komaeda. Make sure you’re in the right condition to keep going before you try to do so, alright?”

There. That didn’t sound half bad, did it?

Hajime turned his head over to Komaeda, only to be met with his grey-green eyes looking back at him. It caught him off-guard, made his heart jump up into his throat. He wasn’t that close…but still close. Hajime wanted to back away and lean further in at the same time.

The softness in Komaeda’s eyes prevented him from doing anything at all.

“You, too,” Komaeda’s voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back into reality. It was surprisingly calm. As if he had been prepared to say that, which was only emphasized by the small smile he gave him. “Everything you said, the same goes for you, too, Hinata-kun. Don’t forget that.”

Hajime could do nothing but stupidly blink at him, the words echoing in his ears as his brain was processing them and what they meant. He still hated it when Komaeda was just right about things.

He didn’t know what to say. He wondered if this was what Komaeda had wanted to get out of this conversation, though at this point, it was pretty obvious that the answer for that would be yes. Of course, it would be. And, of course, Komaeda would be the one to see right through the wall he tried to put up every single day for everyone else’s sake.

Why did he even try to hide it from him? He felt stupid now.

As if he could read his thoughts, Komaeda’s smile seemed to widen just the tiniest bit. He reached out and took Hajime’s hand in his own—in his right hand, the one that wasn’t metal—and said, “It’s okay. We’ll work on it.”

That was the same thing Hajime used to tell Komaeda back on the island, when he was still unstable most of the time. It was the exact same thing.

Hajime couldn’t hold back a puff of air mixed with a chuckle, bringing an involuntary smile to his lips. He closed his eyes, shaking his head, and muttered, “I hate you, Komaeda.”

Komaeda simply continued to smile.

He squeezed Komaeda’s hand, his heart jumping up and down when the action was reciprocated. He didn’t want to let go for the rest of this mission.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

[hweiro]

so, Haikyuu x Overwatch AU headcanon idea, guys

ASDASDGJKLHLK I swear my brain only give me ideas when I should be doing something else. Iwaizumi Hajime as (Shimada Hanzo) - eldest son of the Iwaizumi family (largest yakuza/conglomerate in Japan/Miyagi) - bad-ass archer with dragon tattoos along right arm that can summon dragon spirits - groomed to lead Iwaizumi-gumi, and was told to kill Kunimi, his younger brother, when it seems he would be a liability. Iwaizumi could not bring himself to fight Kunimi, so he took his younger brother and fled.  - Believes himself a coward for running, instead of dismantling the Iwaizumi empire. Doesn’t believe himself worthy of honor until he dismantles the Iwaizumi yakuza with his own two hands.  - Bow is called Quake-Shot. - Is convinced to join Overwatch by Kunimi (More accurately, joined Overwatch to keep an eye on Kunimi). - catchphrase: ‘I’ve got you in my sight’ [Sorry, Jack, took your line.] - wears Hanzo’s standard garb properly, sleeves up and all. Only yanks right sleeve down (and revealing that glorious half-chest) on missions.  - Is ambidextrous, but can only summon dragons through left arm.

  Oikawa Tooru as (D.va/Hana Song) - ex-military? Munitions expert somehow (note: give more thought to this) - adept at using firearms in general; knowledgeable - Mech type is named SET-tA (tri-Angulate) [because I cannot resist puns] - streams his fights online on Nico Nico Douga - has a large online fan-base and aware of it - bodysuit is aquamarine and white - public story is that he was recruited; actually volunteered to join Overwatch - can’t cook, but surprisingly excellent at baking - bad at video games [LOL; always trounced by Kunimi] Kunimi Akira as (Shimada Genji) - Iwaizumi’s younger brother from a different mother; adopts mother’s surname as sign of defiance - is an extremely efficient ninja, mostly because he’s too lazy for theatrics - feels guilty at causing Iwaizumi’s self-conflict, even though Iwaizumi swears it’s not his fault - also has to put up with his brother’s eventual crush on Oikawa  - has a dragon, but mostly half of one - tattoo (on his left arm) wasn’t completed  - Enjoys watching anime; currently following Haikyuu and BnHA Matsukawa Issei as (Angela Ziegler/Mercy) - Or, the one who has to put up with Oikawa’s not-so-subtle pining - Level-headed and even-tempered…for most part - Used to be known as Doctor of Death; took part in the failed Re:VIVE project that experimented on corpses - knew Oikawa personally before the latter joined Overwatch Yahaba Shigeru as (Lucio Correia dos Santos) - duh. - Unfortunately, he can’t sing on-key. - Heavily favors using ARASHI tracks in-battle. His own tracks tend to instrumentals that seem heavily influenced by Hans Zimmer.  - handy with electronics; repairs his own amplifiers. Has performed emergency fixes on SET-tA in-field - plagued with self-doubt as to how useful his skills are (internally) Ushijima Wakatoshi as (Reinhardt Wilhelm) - but with the calm of Zenyatta’s personality - enjoys tending to the patch of garden on HQ; adept at growing vegetables - Oikawa’s accidental confidante because the latter keeps sulking in the garden - has a pair of pet tortoises in his room - can go berserk if he considers the enemy ‘worthy’ - actually told Oikawa ‘you should have joined Overwatch’ once; Oikawa held out on his registration for two months to spite him. Story notes:

- Iwaizumi is already a part of Overwatch when Oikawa arrives. Oikawa takes an interest in Iwaizumi, given his knowledge on the Iwaizumi-gumi.  - Attempts at finding out why Iwaizumi is in Overwatch instead of running the yakuza group leads to early conflicts.  - But Oikawa is still suitably awed when he sees Iwaizumi is all his one-sleeved, partially-bare-chested glory -  I mean, competence. Because Iwaizumi is fscking good at what he does. The dragon-tattoo is hot too. Then DRAGONS, WOW. Oikawa potentially embarrasses himself on his live-stream - Oikawa realizes attraction to Iwaizumi, oh shit. Makes it his life-goal to befriend Iwaizumi somehow, much to the latter’s suspicion. In the mean time, talks Iwaizumi up in his streams (with the logic that if he constantly jibes good-naturedly about Iwa-chan, no one will notice his actual crush beneath. Think pigtail-tugging, but more OOT-compliments.)

- banter banter snipe snipe UST. Ushijima gets no peace in his zen garden.  - eventually Overwatch runs into an operation run by the Iwaizumi-gumi - Hajime is 200% more reckless, accidentally leaves himself as an open target for a shot (on the rooftop). SET-tA suddenly shoots up and explodes in baddie’s face, Iwaizumi panics but LO, Oikawa is on the ground; ejected himself out and sent SET-tA up - and since when can SET-tA fly??? (Oikawa is a genius.) - Iwaizumi storms up to Oikawa, Feelings Are Realised ™ but not expressed. Reader realizes that Iwaizumi feels that he cannot redeem his honor until he dismantles Iwaizumi-gumi with his bare hands (figuratively) to make up for his fleeing.  - Oikawa babbles on-stream about Feelings for Hajime at some point - Matsukawa shows this to Iwaizumi, who shows it to Kunimi because he’s desperate for advice/help (He doesn’t consider himself worthy of love/being loved until he is redeemed). Kunimi takes one look at the video, stops it 5 seconds in and says ‘He likes you, we already know that.” - “How did you know???!” “Not all of us are so stubbornly blind, anijya.” Cue dilemma about how someone so brave/perfect/irritatingly handsome could love a coward like him: Kunimi “anijya you’re an idiot - anyone can see he doesnt care” “But he doesnt know-” “No anijya. We will dismantle Iwaizumi-gumi eventually, but do you want to waste that much time? Go tell him. And let me watch Haikyuu now ffs.”  - Confession and revelation probably doesn’t happen mid-fight/injury (much to my dismay because I LIVE for those kinds of scenes but alas.) Probably in a quiet manner somehow. Maaaybe the others find out in the mid-fight/injury scene.

#haikyuu #overwatch #alternate universe #crossover #i have many feelings #but seriously #iwaizumi as shimada hanzo #unf??! #oikawa in a mech bodysuit #double unf??! #story ideas #headcanons

[xeylah]

Demisexual Iwa Headcanons

First of all thanks to @trashytacosan for telling me to post this and also yelling about how great demi!iwa is with me. Note: this is all iwaoi but hcs can still apply to demi iwa in general. 

Iwa doesn’t realize his feelings for Tooru at first, or actually for a while. Everything he’s ever felt towards Tooru has been distinctly separate from anything he feels towards anyone else, and because he doesn’t have anything to compare it to, he just chalks all of those “Feelings about Oikawa” up to the fact that they’re really close friends, and they grew up together, etc. etc.

Throughout all of high school, he doesn’t really care about dating at all. Like, anytime people talk about dating, boyfriends, girlfriends... he just sort of shrugs it off. He doesn’t even really think about it, he’s just not interested. He figures he’ll date after college, when he isn’t busy, or if the right person comes along, or whatever. It’s not really a big deal to him.

He actually gets really uncomfortable when people try to set him up on dates, or strangers or classmates try to hit on him. He’s sure they’re nice enough people, but he’s just. Not Interested. He’s also not susceptible to the “Just go out on one date with them, Hajime, maybe you’ll like them!” Nope. No thank you. He’s just... not interested. Could not care much less. 

Fun fact: This is also another reason he gets irritated with Oikawa’s fans (other than them distracting him/interrupting practice.) “They don’t even know you! How could they possibly like you?” “Rude, Iwa-chan! I’m super likable!” “Not what I meant, Shittykawa.” etc. etc... 

So let’s say when he gets to college he meets some people, makes new friends, all that stuff. Maybe he’s attracted a little to one of these new friends, maybe he learns a little more about different sexualities... Whatever it is, something just clicks and he has sort of an “Oh, holy shit” moment. It actually explains so much, makes so much sense, that he totally embraces it. 

Of course, then he starts to think about more, and thinks about past friendships and whether there was anything there, so of course then he thinks about Oikawa, and starts to have a little bit of a crisis. “Am I in love with Oikawa or do I just think I am in love with Oikawa because he’s my best friend and now I know that I’m demisexual I’m overthinking it-” type of thing.  

So then he has to think about what dating Oikawa would actually look like and decide if that's something he wants. Plot twist: it is. Cue pining because of course there’s pining.

MEANWHILE 

Oikawa has always had a little bit of a thing for Iwaizumi. It’s not like he never noticed how attractive Iwa is, have you seen him? And, they actually are really close, and Hajime knows him better than anyone, and is really kind, and they have a ton of similar interests and just... He has a HUGE crush on Iwaizumi for a very good portion of high school.

Naturally, Oikawa tries to feel Iwa out before making any serious moves. It doesn’t seem to be the sort of thing Iwa likes to talk about, and Oikawa doesn’t know if it’s because he really doesn’t care, like he says he does, or if they just don’t have the kind of friendship where they talk about that stuff. (The idea that there may be a whole area of their lives that Iwa just doesn’t want to talk about with him, specifically, is a way scarier thought than the idea that Iwa-chan may not want to date him.)

Since flat out asking doesn’t seem to work, he tries some other ideas. For example: He tries to set Iwa up with a girl from his class who he thinks he might get along with. Doesn’t work. (Oikawa tries not to think too hard about what he would have done if it had worked.)

He starts asking him if he thinks people are cute. (Mostly guys, to see if he’s interested in guys, and what his type might be.) The usual response he gets is “What the heck, Oikawa, I don’t even know that guy.” “I didn’t ask you if you knew him, Iwa-chan, I asked you if you thought he was cute.” He also gets a lot of shrugs, and re-directing ‘what do you think’s

(In retrospect, this should have given them both a hint. Neither of them pick up on it.)  

BUT THEN

The thing is, as soon as Iwa figures himself out he wants to tell Oikawa right away, and he certainly doesn’t want to hide it from him or anything. So he actually ends up telling him the next time he sees him.

The whole confession is pretty straightforward, actually. Iwaizumi says “Hey I figured out that I’m demisexual and also I have feelings for you.” and Oikawa has to take a minute because Oh my god Iwa-chan I’ve been in love with you for years are you kidding me.

They’re able to talk things out and decide to date even though they go to separate universities. They both feel a lot of pressure at first, and worry about whether or not they’ll be “good enough” for each other. Iwa, because he hasn’t dated anybody and Oikawa has more experience than he does (not that much more, because it’s hard to date other people when you have a huge ass crush on your best friend...) so what if he’s not up to Oikawa’s usual standards.

And Oikawa worries because Iwa hasn’t dated anybody and what if Oikawa isn’t enough, or if he decides he wants to see other people now that he knows what he wants? And they both secretly worry about stuff like that until it gets to the point where it’s hurting their relationship and they need to talk about it, but once they do they understand each other better and their relationship is so much better for it. 

i kept wanting to add more to this and now it’s a lot but anyway i love demisexual iwa and you can rip that hc out of my cold dead hands or you can come yell with me about how great it is ok bye

#iwaoi #hq headcanons #demisexual iwa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #demisexual

[shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl]

Navigator and Wild Card

hiru and Impostor for dangan thieves AU

A lot of extra sass quotes for Mahiru because navi’s talk a lot apparently and Twogami has a different kind of mementos chats hmm...

“A gun’s not that different from a camera... Just point and shoot.“

“Current society needs reformation and I shall lead the revolution!“

Mahiru Koizumi Codename: Scope or Viewfinder Arcana: Priestess

Mahiru is an unlockable party member who you can get through a Mementos request. She put up the request to change Sato's heart (partly for personal reasons and partly for the ulterior motive of apprehending them). At the time, she's been conducting an independent investigation on the Dangan Thieves and she has more or less narrowed down the suspect list. Once her request got approved online, she started stalking Hajime and friends until she followed them into Mementos where she did not expect to encounter Shadow Sato. Now Shadow Sato is a tricky bitch because she keeps switching weaknesses and shit so they only get to beat the crap out of her when Mahiru finally awakens.

[[special thanks to @annsparksthegmr for inspiring this idea! that was a very productive chat! you inspire me!]]

Mask: More of a helmet than a mask, similar to the close helmets of late medieval. Although it covers her whole face, it has a split visor which she raises whenever she needs to summon her persona and see more clearly.

Outfit: A cross between steampunk and vintage fashion. A bodice made of gears and a simple frilly white dress underneath and knee-high boots.

Persona: Theia, greek goddess of sight

*NOTE: Unlike other personas, Theia takes the form of an object. At first it just modifies Mahiru's camera but upon second awakening, it transforms the camera into a sniper rifle that oddly enough, feels like a camera in Mahiru's hands.

Skillset: 

Bird’s Eye View:  Chance to fully map a floor of Mementos when entering that floor.

Close-Up: Analyzes enemy for weaknesses and resistances.

Burst Mode: Chance to instantly Hold Up enemies when starting a battle. 

*Red-eye Reduction: Chance to cast buffs or party-healing magic during battle.

Autofocus: Backup members may now Charge or recover SP.

Time Lapse: Chance to revive search objects in the area after battle.

Parallax: Chance to swap current party with backups when 2 or more people are KO'd.

Shutter Lag: Chance to nullify a fatal attack to a current party member.

*All-Out Attack Card: "Always take the shot!" captured in a polaroid photograph background and she says, "Smile for the camera!"

Awakening Scene: Theia: What are you going to do? Are you going to stand by and watch... again? Is that the type of person you truly are? The kind of friend that watches over their friend's corruption? For someone who can see more than meets the eye, you sure act as if you're blind. Tell me, will you turn a blind eye to this too?

Mahiru: No... Never again. Holding back... Pretending I didn't see anything... Doing nothing... I am done with all of that! I can't stand it anymore! I don't want to see my friend suffer like this! I can't just overlook something so terrible especially not when it's right in front of me!

Theia: It would seem that the fog that filled your vision has finally lifted. Oh how I've long waited for this day to come. At last we can see eye to eye now. I art thou... thou art I... To see clearer than ever is to acknowledge even the most painful of visions. However, to look forward despite the horrors, that is where your true power lies. Do not lose your sight again.

Mahiru: I won't look away. This time I'll look at the truth and stare it down with my own eyes. And once I've set my sights on it, I know that I can change it! Let me see, Theia!

Quotes: "Why do we even bother? Let's go." "Looks like I'm getting stronger!" “A new skill! I wonder what this one does.” "There's a treasure chest! We should check it out." "A safe room. Finally we can rest. Is everyone still okay?" "Don't get too carried away while exploring. Everyone please be careful." "I think I can go for a long walk." "Don't underestimate me, I can still walk a few miles." "Maybe we should stop and take a breather." "Enemy spotted. Are you prepared?" “We've been spotted? How could you have been so careless!” “They're weak so don't overdo it.” "Don't get too cocky. These guys are actually strong." “This feels like a crucial fight. Double check everything first.” “We won! That was amazing!” "Nice teamwork everyone!"

Entering a battle via Ambush: “We have the upper hand. Don’t screw it up.” Getting ambushed: “A surprise attack? And whose fault is that!” Rush: “Let’s just get this over with quickly.” Encountering the Reaper: “Do you want to die?! Don’t drag us into this!” Attempting to escape from battle: “Give me a sec. I’m searching for an escape route.” Party manages to escape from battle: “There’s an opening. Get out now!” An enemy flees in a Palace: “It ran away! Get back here and fight us like a man!”

*Recovering party's HP: “I told you guys not to push yourselves ragged. Hang in there.” *Recovering party's SP: “You’re going to need this, don’t waste it.” *Giving buffs: “I can’t believe I’m giving a pep talk mid-battle. Just go do your thing!” *Bestowing Concentrate and Charge to party: “If you still can’t win with this then you need to up your standards.”

Bird’s Eye View: “Let’s see… And done. Here’s a map of the floor.” Time Lapse: “Here, more treasure so don’t go ignoring this opportunity.” Close-Up: “Nothing escapes my sights. I can see its weakness!” Burst Mode: “Caught you in a candid shot, didn’t we?” Parallax: “I’ll do something about the enemy, just go and switch right now!” Shutter Lag: “Not on my watch! Photo manipulation can be handy at times like these.”

When someone’s health is low: “Someone’s dying. Well? Don’t just stand there, do something!” When someone is incapacitated: “They died? What are you doing? Hurry up and help them!” When someone exploits a enemy weakness: “Alright! Doing something right for once!” When someone's weakness is exploited: “Huh? How could you let them take advantage of you like that!” When someone misses: “You missed? At least try and aim next time.” Performing 3 Baton Passes in succession: “Look at you guys on a roll! You look like you’re having fun.” Announcing All-Out Attack: “Alright, now’s our chance. It’s payback time!”

Burn: "Someone’s burning up! Quick, get them some ice!" Freeze: “Someone’s below zero! Anyone who could warm them up?” Shock: "Someone’s shocked! They can’t move!" Forget: "Someone’s got amnesia! Don’t forget important things at a time like this!" Charm: “Someone’s charmed! Seriously, now’s not the time to be flirting with the enemy!” Rage: “Someone’s enraged! Calm down, don’t let them get to your head!” Despair: "Someone’s in despair! Where did all that hope talk go?" Hunger: "Someone’s too hungry! Feed them something already!" Dizzy: "Someone’s dizzy! Get yourself together before aiming!" Sleep: “Someone’s fallen asleep! Take a nap after the fight!” Silence: “Someone’s been inflicted with silence! Oh so NOW you’re quiet?” Mouse: "Someone’s been turned into a mouse! Cute but still, fix it!”

Mementos Chats: "From smiling people faces to shadows... not all with faces. When I started photography, I certainly didn't expect this career path change." "Who knew that my camera would be this handy in the cognitive world? Now if only there weren't any life-threatening shadows to use it against with." "So I guess I'm using a sniper rifle now... It's actually not that bad as a camera. I could get used to this." "Ugh, why does everything have to look so dark and bleak over here? So glad the pictures I take aren't actually getting saved." "Being a Dangan Thief is not as bad as I thought it'd be. But as expected, I have to look out for you or else you'll do something crazy the moment I look away."

Mahiru: You know, for a leader you're not so bad. Could use some more backbone but you haven't gotten us killed yet so you're doing an amazing job. Hajime: Thanks? Coming from you, that's the best praise I've ever gotten.

Hajime: Umm, quick question but... are we lost? Mahiru: You weren't paying attention again, were you? Seriously, how unreliable can you get?

Mahiru: You're dozing off again. No wait... no way. You're still playing even while half-asleep? Don't do that! You'll never know when we'll get ambushed or something. Chiaki: Oh, don't worry. This is a visual novel so there are no ambushes and the auto save function is really helpful.

Mahiru: It's actually a relief to see a familiar face around here. How's it going for you, Heartbeat? Are they treating you well? Tsumiki: Ehehe, t-thank you for your concern. I'm doing f-fine! They're really nice p-people.

Nagito: Your hope is outstanding! To think that such a mundane yet extraordinary skill could transform into an even more overwhelming power here! Truly your hope is shining brighter than ever! Mahiru: I'm sorry but... why is this guy here again?

Peko: With accuracy of this calibre, I would take caution should one day I find myself within your scope... especially if you plan to use an actual sniper rifle in the future. Mahiru: Um, thank you? I think that was a compliment, right? Don't worry, I wouldn't want to use a real sniper rifle anytime soon... or ever in fact.

Fuyuhiko: So your camera turns into a gun but instead of shooting bullets, it shoots pictures instead? I'm sorry but. what. the. fuck? Mahiru: Language! And don't ask me! I don't make up the rules on this but you know what already established rules we do have? Respect. So tone it down, will you?

Mahiru: Someone has to tell him about Blackjack. Chiaki: No, not yet. That's story event not bonus dialogue.

Mahiru: I'm used to taking pictures of people but it feels weird when you're all dressed up in costumes. Hajime: Wait you were taking pictures? Since when?!

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Impostor (as Twogami) Codename: King Arcana: Emperor

Mask: Masked Crown of the Unknown King by OsborneArts @deviantart

Outfit: Royal knight armor complete with chainmail, red robe, and golden insignia, silimar to his mask, sewed on the chest.

Persona: Vishnu

*NOTE: Impostor is secretly the Wild Card, because of his talent of copying identities, by extension he carries many masks within himself and can use multiple personas. Although he himself is aware of this ability from the start, he doesn't reveal this power until much later on in the game. If you max out his confidant (last rank is unlockable near the end of the "game") only then can you use his Wild Card ability. Still, all throughout the plot, there will be hints to his hidden power.

Skillset: No particular strengths or weaknesses, jack of all trades master of none type. Defense is slightly higher but HP and SP are evenly distributed.

Weapons: Claymore and arbalest

All-Out Attack Card: "Long live the king!" written on a castle wall background and he says haughtily, "Well aren't you a royal pain?"

Awakening Scene: *NOTE: It's not clear yet but I'm considering that Impostor joins the party already awakened since it is spoiler-filled.

Vishnu: I've been waiting for you to call my name. At last you realize that the common faces you don are mere child's play. Do you seek to wear a different mask? Surely you must be tired of wearing others' masks. Why not wear your own? A mask that rather than hides, it shows your true self instead?

Impostor: Hmph, if such a mask truly exists... then I'd like to see how it fits me. My own mask... Something truly unique to me. I'll wear it with pride!

Vishnu: Haha! Splendid! Then let us form the pact and get on with it! I am thou! Thou art I! From this day on you are no longer than just a "copy". You are the original deal. Your mask is yours alone and none shall be the wiser.

Impostor: Finally, a mask to call my own. Ha... Truly we must commemorate today. Now then, let's see what my mask looks like and demonstrate just how much the others pale in comparison! Show me your form, Vishnu!

Quotes: "Such trifling matters. Let us move on." "Hmph, my increasing power is to be expected." “A new skill? Very well, I accept.” "Getting excited over a treasure chest? I suppose you knaves need the money." "A safe room. It's rather cramped but this will do." “Do not waste my time. Let us continue exploring.” "A king leading his army, wouldn't that be suiting?" “I suppose I shall humor you and help with the expedition.” "This is unacceptable. Someone else should do the gruntwork." "An enemy approaches. What is the plan, my strategist?" “We've been caught? They would regret choosing to defy us!" “They're hardly worth the effort. Ignore them.” "They seem to rank higher. A challenge every now and then wouldn't hurt." “Don't go foolishly charging in just yet. Prepare yourself.” “Another victory. Well that's to be expected.”

*BATON PASS!* "A true King leads his people to victory!" *PROTECT* "Ace! Move aside!" *ENDURE* "I cannot die... I have a duty to protect everyone." *PERSONA!* "Reveal yourself, Vishnu!" *Follow Up* "Shall I finish them off for you?" *Cover Fire* "Perhaps my assistance is needed." *Harisen Recovery* "Pay attention, knight!" *low on health* "Such form is unbecoming of a king. *healing someone* "Steady yourselves!" *getting healed* "Thank you. I shall remember this debt.” *giving buffs* "Hold your heads up high!" *attacking* "Feel the weight of my power!" *attack misses* “Impossible! How could I miss?” *couldn't finish off enemy* "Unacceptable. Someone finish them off!" *fainting* "How vexing... I've turned out to be a king in name only." *getting resurrected* “To think that I am still needed. Thank you, I shall not fail again."

*status ailment* "A quick meal will fix this." Burn: "Ha! I've eaten much hotter food than this!" Freeze: “I crush ice with my teeth. This coldness doesn't bother me at all.” Shock: "I'm paralyzed? How preposterous..." Forget: "Who am I again this time?" Charm: “It seems the other side is far better suiting to my tastes.” Rage: “Do not test you peon!” Despair: "In the end, I'm just faceless after all..." Hunger: "This hunger... Where are the fats that I can trust?" Dizzy: "It's harder to aim with this vision." Sleep: “Zzz... Snore... Mmmmfood... ” Silence: ... Mouse: "SQUEAK."

Mementos Chats: "To think that I'd have a mask of my own. How ironic, a mask that reveals rather than hides. I... I could get used to this. " "Perhaps one day I'll show you my true form..." "It's important to prepare one's body for this. So let us feast!" "I've brought us suitable rations. Do not hesitate to ask for more." "The flavors in the cognitive world are most extreme. Perhaps this is because the sense of taste is heightened. Ha, this could prove valuable to us." "I've been in many roles before but never did it cross my mind that I would become a Dangan Thief. It's quite the eye-opening experience I suppose."

Impostor: Perhaps I should choose a different codename. I do not want to start a riot against your authority. Hajime: Don't worry about it. Everyone knows that we shouldn't take the codenames literally.

Impostor: So Ace has a second mask. However it seems that his functions differently? Nagito: Differently? Oh, sorry for eavesdropping but I couldn't help my curiosity. Anyways, you were saying? Impostor: Nothing. I was saying nothing of that importance.

Impostor: ...Can I help you? Chiaki: Oh, sorry. It's okay, your secret's safe with me. Impostor: Excuse me? Chiaki: Don't worry, it's not in my character description to reveal yours.

Mahiru: Uh, okay I might be new at this but what's King doing? Nagito: Hm? Oh, that. He does that a lot. Just spacing out. Usually happens at the entrance before we do anything. Tsumiki: We tried um, asking him one time b-but he said he was just... thinking about things. Peko: Perhaps it's his way of mentally preparing for the battles. Fuyuhiko: Weird but so long as it ain't bad then we ain't dissing. Besides, a few minutes wouldn't hurt to prep. Chiaki: It feels like this is something important though. The kind of mystery that main protagonists usually have... *stares* Hajime: What? What are you looking at me like that for?

Fuyuhiko: I know I say this a lot but what the fuck just happened? Mahiru: Did that shadow just disappear? But why so suddenly? Peko: No, it looked like it dissolved into a mask... and into King's own mask. As to how though... Tsumiki: B-But all King did was talk to that shadow. Ah! I'm so sorry! I just said something completely o-obvious! Nagito: Hm? Could it be that King has been hiding something from us all along? I wonder... Impostor: Don't be ridiculous. All I did was talk down the shadow to surrender. Clearly it acknowledged my authority and trembled into submission. Chiaki: If you say so... Hey, Ace. Aren't you jealous that King can do that? Hajime: Again, why are you singling me out like this?

#dangan thieves AU #dangan ronpa #mahiru koizumi #twogami #sdr2 #danganronpa #ryotwo #impostor #by gay obligation i should probably do hiyoko too #to think that i'm adding more characters #good work people #your writing has inspired me to actually write #i feel blessed #here have this

[drink-n-watch]

Genre : Cyberpunk, Sports!, action, cool

Studio: TMS Entertainment

After the fun I had turning Sanrio Boys into a grim psychological thriller last season, I really wanted to reproduce the experience with an new show in Spring 2018. This proved to be more challenging than I first figured as all the shows I had access to where either full blown parodies already, or really interesting, and I wanted to review them in earnest. Megalobox falls into the second category. Nevertheless, I really had my heart set on the project and since I do have a soft spot for Sports anime, I decide to try my hand at whitewashing Megalobox to give you the pg mildly hoyay Sports anime version. Wish Me Luck!

  let’s all watch anime!

Before we get into it, let me just preface this by saying Megalobox is fantastic. Well at least the first episode is. I am a die hard fan of Hajime no Ippo so as soon as I see a pair of animated boxing gloves I’m so there. There is a scene in Hajime, where illustrious boxer and golden boy Takamura is getting ready for a championship fight. In preparation for the weight in, this hulking mass of muscles hasn’t eaten, has been drinking thimbles of water to stay alive while chewing and spitting out dried shiitake to leach moisture out of his body. After days of this, we see him just about at his limit, sobbing alone in his living room out of sheer exhaustion. It’s a powerful scene that still haunts me. I’ve been waiting for a show to illicit this type of visceral reaction.

And Megalobox did not disappoint. It’s absolutely gorgeous. A mix of luxurious, detailed animation with a certain classic flair to the designs. It reminded my of Bebop or Battle Angel Alita (Ashen Victor to be more precise), with a touch of borderlands (yes the game) or Mad Max thrown in. If any of that sounds good to you, go watch the first episode and tell me what you thought. I’m very excited for the rest of the season.

super exciting!

Now let’s see if I can completely ruin it by running it through a Disney filter… I’m usually better at making sappy, silly things into foreboding tales of woe so this will be quite a challenge.

Ahem.

There is an unfortunate prevailing misconception that Sports! anime is nothing more than cute boys doing cute things, with balls…. I personally challenge that notion and will happily go down defending my beloved genre any day of the week but it becomes hard to argue when faced with something like Megalobox. You know what they say, if you can’t beat them, join them. So what if J.D. and his friends happen to be very cute, there’s nothing wrong with that? Right?

oh no…he’s sexy when he’s pensive…

As we are rolling into the second week of April here with snow on the ground and well below freezing temperatures in Montreal, it was a blissfully warming sight to have the episode open on what can only be described as an eternal summer. A radiant sun shining in a cloudless sky over a terrain that seemed to have never even seen a single snowflake, I was transported into a world that made me forget the very notion of winter for a second there. I have always enjoyed the perpetual summer afternoons of sports anime, where you could practice outdoor for hours without a care in the world.

It’s in this warm and serene atmosphere that we first meet Junk Dog or J.D. to his friends. A pretty standard sports protagonist as far as they go. Shorter than most and an ultimate underdog, he is driven by an unquenchable thirst to win despite having lost pretty much every fight he’s taken part in.

a nice, sunny, joyride

This being a Sports Anime, J.D. has of course no parents and apparently no other care or ambition other than boxing. As a twist, boxing in the Megalo Box universe, does involve bio-mechanic prosthetic, which add flashing colors and impossibly fast movements to fighing scenes, no unlike the latter seasons of Kuroko no Basuke.

Of course J.D. has a smart mouth, irreverent coach to bicker with and a group of local frenerivals..frivals? rivends?, to prove himself to but in his first match onscreen, he once again looses in the first round.

earpiece coordination – of course!

Trying to figure out what he should do from here, he accidentally runs into the pretty token girl of the show. I bet she’s going to become team manager at some point. It will probably take some finessing since there aren’t really any women in men’s boxing and it isn’t a team sport but I’m sure the show will figure something out.

For a second, I thought I saw some potential sparks flying but their meeting got cut short by obvious antagonist, and potential love rival, Yuri. Yuri is a boxing champion, towering both physically and metaphorically over J.D., he represents everything our hero longs for  and seems to possess everything he wants. There initial rain soaked meeting is interrupted at its climax, in a hilariously anticlimactic scene after an overly intense slow motion build up. It’s obvious that J.D. and Yuri will have to face off at some point but they are in two completely different leagues. To add to the stereotypical jerky persona, it appears Yuri is also quite rich and unlikely to cross paths with J.D. on a daily basis.

best girl…only girl… po-ta-to, po-tah-toe

But the faithed conformation takes place sooner than anyone would have guessed. During J.D.’s next fight, Yuri has unexpectedly taken the role of challenger. The episode ends before the start of the match but just in time to see the boys exchanging some begrudgingly respectful, and maybe just a little longing, looks.

I’m thinking either way, they will punch each others issues out and we can then settle in for a long season of really intense friendship for these two guys. I can’t wait!

Hmmm, I’m not sure I quite pulled it off here. It’s just the first episode so I haven t really hit my stride yet. Well I loved the episode so there’s no loss here. I hope you enjoyed it too.

completely justified picture… he’s a very important..uh…what was I saying?

I’ll be honest, screen caps were oddly challenging to compile for this episode. The animation is sumptuous but somehow I didn’t manage to capture the stills that puts it across. I’ll still share what I got in case you like some of them:

MEGALOBOX Ep 1 Wish Me Luck Genre : Cyberpunk, Sports!, action, cool Studio: TMS Entertainment After the fun I had turning Sanrio Boys into a grim psychological thriller last season, I really wanted to reproduce the experience with an new show in Spring 2018.

#action #cool #Cyberpunk #drama #episodic #Megalo Box #Misinterpretation #Sports! #violent

[notsuchasecret]

Stardust in Our Veins Day 2

@seijoh4week

Day 1 - Stormy Weather // Long Distance

Day 2 - Passing Notes // Detention

The bar where they met was every bit as seedy as the reason for the meeting. Kiertian dancers wound their way between the tables, spitting poison both verbal and literal at the wandering hands and catcalls. The walls oozed with something that may or may not have been corrosive. There were two drinks on the menu that weren’t toxic to humans, and one of them was only questionably so. It smelled.

Tooru couldn’t help but compare the place to the palace world where he’d been raised, the sweeping halls carved from diamond and pela stone, the babbling fountains and the lush carpets. He knew exactly which he would choose.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki had entered before him, and were already in their positions at the bar and the rear entrance. Iwaizumi stood at Tooru’s elbow, one hand resting on the hilt of his kefas, the other holding the strap of his bag. Tooru glanced at him, and he nodded once, curt. Tooru let that assurance settle over him like a cloak and turned back to scan the bar. He smiled, catching sight of their contact suspended against the far wall. He felt eyes on him as he passed through the room, but unlike before, when he had been a prince, these eyes felt reassuring, felt familiar, felt like love and protection and just a hint of danger. At the corner of his vision he saw Matsukawa move somewhere more strategic, and he settled his shoulders.

The Uuutn had no vocal chords, so Tooru and Iwaizumi exchanged no greetings with Raaasht as they took their seats across from vis. Tooru tapped the surface of the table, scrolling through its functions until he found a messaging system that would work for both species. Raaasht watched him tap out a sentence, resting vir single long tentacle-like appendage on the sensor port. He could all but hear Hanamaki snickering as he sent the message off.

It took a moment for the translators to convert the words into a psychic imprint that Raaasht could understand, but once it did ve clicked vir mandibles in approval. Tooru watched the table translate Raaasht’s message back, and smiled.

“Go ahead,” he said softly to Iwaizumi, who stood, pulling his bag over his shoulder. He set it below Raaasht and stepped back, shoulders tense and grip tight on his kefas. Raaasht hooked a claw through the bag, lifting it to test its weight. Vir mandibles clicked again and ve sent another message through the table. Tooru typed back his own.

It was going well. Raaasht pressed a button on the panel next to vis and a Qnn attendant, small and deadly, emerged from the crowd. She set a case on the table, facing Tooru, and at a prompt from Raaasht, flicked it open. Tooru leaned forward only enough to see the contents of the case, then nodded. He tapped out his acceptance on the table, and the Qnn closed the case, disappearing once more into the thronging people. Iwaizumi reached out to pick up the case, and Tooru made their farewells. They walked out of the bar together, Hanamaki and Matsukawa falling into step behind them.

“That went well,” Tooru sighed once they were out into the slightly-less noxious night air and well away from the bar.

“Did you see how long vir tentacle was?” Hanamaki crowed, slapping Matsukawa on the shoulder. Matsukawa rolled his eyes.

“What, is mine not long enough for you, Hiro?” he droned. “I’m hurt.”

“Will you two shut up?” snapped Iwaizumi. Tooru glanced at him, at the way he hadn’t let go of his kefas.

“Iwa-chan?” Tooru whispered. Iwaizumi glanced at him.

“Probably nothing,” he said, just as a shadow shifted beside him and a fist collided with his jaw. Iwaizumi moved with the blow, throwing the case to Tooru and drawing his kefas as he stumbled around to face his attacker. The blade glowed an eerie purple in the double moonlight as he held it in front of him. It was a weapon that would give most muggers pause, but the man standing across from Iwaizumi drew one of his own from a sheathe at his hip. Before he could do more than that, however, Hanamaki was on him, the same dagger he’d used to kidnap Tooru the day they’d met flashing as he attacked. Tooru saw the movement and opened his mouth to stop Hanamaki, but it was too late. Another guard emerged from the shadows, a Sotal pistol leveled at Iwaizumi’s head.

“Drop it,” the guard said. Hanamaki glanced over his shoulder to see two more guards, one pointing a pistol at Matsukawa, the other brandishing a third kefas. He let the knife clatter to the ground.

“He’s not alone,” Tooru said at last, the warning useless now. “They never send the elites without backup.”

“Thanks,” Hanamaki grit, watching the guard stoop to pick up the dagger. Tooru winced in sympathy; it had been Hanamaki’s mother’s.

“Let’s get this over with,” Iwaizumi sighed, handing his kefas over to the first guard and holding his hands out. The guard slapped a pair of cuffs around his wrists, and dragged him to a waiting shuttle. When he and Hanamaki and Matsukawa were all onboard, the final guard turned to Tooru.

“Are you injured, your highness?” asked the guard, careful to keep his eyes averted. Tooru huffed through his nose.

“No,” he said. “Now let’s go get these interrogations done so that you can release my friends.”

“Release…” repeated the guard. Tooru bit back a sigh; this one was obviously new.

“Yes, release,” he said. “I am here of my own volition, and they are my companions. The rest of our crew will be waiting, and I’d prefer to avoid a scuffle.” The guard almost glanced up, but caught himself in time. He bowed to Tooru, waiting for him to enter the shuttle first.

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They took them all to separate rooms, as was protocol. Tooru, they interviewed in a lush chamber, lounging on pillows and snacking on fresh fruits from his homeworld. Iwaizumi was seated in a holding chamber, unbound but unarmed, given all the respect required of a man worthy of carrying a kefas. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, they interrogated in separate cells in the brig, chained to the walls.

“How did you meet his highness?” asked a guard.

“I was assigned to him at birth,” answered Iwaizumi.

“I robbed him at knifepoint,” said Hanamaki.

“He came to me in a dream,” said Matsukawa.

“Iwaizumi is my assigned bodyguard, and my soul companion. Hanamaki and Matsukawa attempted to rob me, but have since been absolved of those charges. I went with them willingly,” said Tooru.

“What is your business at this port?” asked the guard.

“We are here doing trade,” said Iwaizumi.

“Piracy and nefarious wrong-doing,” answered Hanamaki.

“Joining the circus,” said Matsukawa.

“We’re dropping a shipment to a client,” said Tooru. “An Uuutn named Raaasht who needed certain property returned to him. The plan was to deliver the property, then remain in port for one standard day to see if we could pick up any more work.”

“Why would the prince run away with you?” asked the guard.

“He ran, I followed. That’s how it’s always been,” said Iwaizumi.

“My roguish good looks and the promise of adventure,” said Hanamaki.

“He’s carrying my child,” answered Matsukawa.

Tooru didn’t answer, only glared petulantly.

“Your highness, your brother is worried-”

“So let him worry!” Tooru interrupted. “Go running home with your tail tucked, tell him you had me but couldn’t keep me, tell him I’m still off being a flighty child. He can run the system just fine on his own.”

“Your highness-”

“No,” Tooru snapped. “You’ve delayed us long enough. Release my companions and be on your way.”

“As you wish, your highness.” The guard bowed and shuffled backwards from the room. Tooru snorted, flopping back against the pillows. He looked around at all the riches his status had to offer and scowled, drumming his fingers impatiently against a table. The door opened and Matsukawa stumbled in, looking rumpled, but otherwise fine.

“Issei,” breathed Tooru, launching himself at Matsukawa, who caught him with an arm tight around his waist. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“They never do,” Matsukawa murmured into Tooru’s hair. Tooru shook his head.

“They weren’t sent by my brother,” he said softly. “Two members of the elite guard, sure, but the one I talked to was surprised when I told him to release you. I think they found our ship by accident and followed it on general orders.”

The door opened again and Hanamaki limped in, a grin spread across his face, followed by a scowling Iwaizumi.

“This idiot told the truth,” he grumbled, shoving Hanamaki forward.

“Hajime kicked me,” he whined, draping himself across Tooru and Matsukawa. “It hurt.”

“You deserve it,” Matsukawa said fondly. Hanamaki grunted, nuzzling into Tooru’s shoulder.

“Come on,” Tooru said quietly. He shoved Hanamaki off so that he could bend to grab the case Raaasht had given him. “We should go.” The others must have picked up on Tooru’s mood, because they didn’t say a word as Tooru led them out of the shuttle. Iwaizumi walked at his elbow, Matsukawa and Hanamaki behind him, until they were out of sight. Then he stepped forward and tucked a hand into his pocket, bumping their shoulders together.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay.” Tooru nodded, reaching out to take Matsukawa’s hand and looking up at the Seijoh, waiting for them in her port. His family, his home. He took a deep breath of freedom and continued walking.

#Seijoh4Week #Haikyuu!! #Wordly Stuff #hq #Seijoh Third Years #MatsuHanaIwaOi #Perfection Incarnate #Setter's Keeper #Sleepyface Prick #Strawberry Asshole #idk how good this is but here

[recentanimenews]

My Week in Manga: October 16-October 22, 2017

My News and Reviews

Well, it was a very quiet week at Experiments in Manga last week. I was hoping to post my review of the first omnibus of Takako Shimura’s Sweet Blue Flowers, but a variety of things came up–little dude’s preschool open house, helping family members with their cross-country move, spending most of a day on the road for an out-of-state taiko performance, to name just a few. But never fear! I’ll almost certainly be posting the review later this week instead. I haven’t been online much recently either, but I did catch a couple of thing of interest last week. The first was an announcement from Dark Horse, which will be releasing Kentaro Miura’s official Berserk guidebook in March of next year. The second was Brigid Alverson’s discussion with Akira Himekawa, the two-person creative team behind most of the manga adaptations of The Legend of Zelda.

Quick Takes

Goodnight Punpun, Omnibus 6-7 (equivalent to Volumes 11-13) by Inio Asano. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve read the fifth omnibus of Goodnight Punpun, but in reality it’s only been a few months. Perhaps it seems so long since Goodnight Punpun can be such a hard-hitting, exhausting experience which requires time to fully recover between volumes. (At least, that tends to be the case for me.) Goodnight Punpun is a surreal and extremely dark coming-of-age story. The series is intense, easily earning its explicit content warning with the manga’s portrayal of emotional, psychological, and physical violence. But while much of Goodnight Punpun is incredibly bleak, there are also moments of hope. Granted, that hope can also be extremely painful. Goodnight Punpun worked best for me when it was exploring the inner turmoil of its titular protagonist. I was actually frequently reminded of Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human as the series approached its conclusion. The manga’s second major plot involving the cult wasn’t nearly as compelling or convincing, coming across as superfluous and tangential to me. But having now reached the end of Goodnight Punpun, I find that I want to read it again. The manga has multiple layers to it and I’m fairly certain there are elements that I either missed entirely or didn’t fully appreciate my first time through the series.

Waiting for Spring, Volume 1 by Anashin. Although the basic premise of Waiting for Spring makes it seem like the manga’s setup could easily slip into a reverse harem territory, after reading the first volume I don’t think that’s the direction Anashin will be taking with the series. However, it does still look like there will be at least some romantic rivalry involved. If there’s one thing that Mitsuki wants from high school, it’s to finally make some friends. She’s having a difficult time of it, though. The other young women in her class aren’t really hostile towards her, but she hasn’t been able to really connect with them, either. But things start to change when she gets mixed up with and is unexpectedly befriended by the four stars of the men’s basketball team. In general, most of the relationships in Waiting for Spring are very well done. The blossoming romance between Mitsuki and one of the basketball players is very sweet, but I’m particularly enjoying the friendships in the first volume. Mitsuki treats all of the guys like they’re real people. She isn’t blinded by their good looks and athletic talent (though she can still appreciate them) and doesn’t hesitate to give them what for when needed. This is actually something of a novelty for them, but it’s what allows their friendships with her to naturally develop. The already well-established relationships between the four young men are also very entertaining.

Attack on Titan Adventure: Year 850: Last Stand at Wall Rose written by Tomoyuki Fujinami and illustrated by Ryosuke Fuji and Toru Yoshii. Growing up, I was a huge fan of the Choose Your Own Adventure series and other types of gamebooks. (I’ve even held onto a few particularly well-loved volumes from my youth.) And so I was very curious about Last Stand at Wall Rose, an interactive novel set during the Battle of Trost which takes place early on in Hajime Isayama’s original Attack on Titan manga. The mechanics of Last Stand at Wall Rose are interesting, incorporating elements of roleplaying games. Since I’m used to standard branching-plot stories, the book wasn’t as linear as I was expecting and in some ways was even more interactive than I thought it would be. Keeping pencil and paper nearby while reading can be very useful. Last Stand at Wall Rose was fun, but I did find some of the formatting and gameplay to be annoying. The most egregious issue was the amount of unnecessary flipping of pages which made the narrative more disjointed than it otherwise would have been. I also almost wish that page numbers hadn’t been included since the novel’s navigation is based on a system of independently numbered story sections rather than pages. (Also of note: Readers of the first printing of Last Stand at Wall Rose will want to refer to the errata posted online.)

By: Ash Brown

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