#happy (early?) birthday ryuu

[scriveyner]

breathe it in

“Is something burning? It smells like something is burning.” Akutagawa squinted at his phone, the only source of light in their room for the moment since Atsushi had hissed and gestured at him to not turn on the lamp on the bedside table.

“Nothing’s burning.” Atsushi crouched by the bedroom door. He’d cracked it open when they woke from the cacophony of pots and pans falling out of the cupboard downstairs. “It’s fine.” Akutagawa huffed indignantly behind him but didn’t move from the bed. “They’re doing something nice for you.”

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When he glanced back over his shoulder, it was to see that Akutagawa had hung his head slightly, hair masking his expression from Atsushi. Atsushi smiled fondly and glanced back through the crack in the door. It didn’t matter how often it happened now, but Akutagawa was nearly always overwhelmed by gestures like this. It was a little adorable.

Shadows moved in the hallway. “Oh shit,” Atsushi huffed as quietly as he could, pulling the door as close to closed as he could manage without latching it. “Here they come, put your phone away!”

There was a quick shuffle of covers when Akutagawa slid his phone under the pillow while Atsushi bounded over him. The mattress bounced with his landing and settled, and Atsushi barely had time to burrow beneath the covers before the door creaked slowly open.

There was a long pause. Atsushi wondered for a moment if they’d been found out, but then there was the burst of small feet thumping on carpet and suddenly the entire bed bounced.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Acchan and Ryuu-chan went immediately to full volume. Atsushi was once again thankful for a detached house.

Akutagawa whuffed loudly and painfully, Rashomon exploded harmlessly in all directions. Atsushi rolled onto his back and pushed himself up on his elbows—Acchan had not spared his father his wrath, landing directly on his solar plexus. Ryuu-chan was at least more forgiving; standing on the mattress itself and not Akutagawa.

“Maybe don’t kill your dad,” Atsushi said, picking Acchan up and moving him off Akutagawa by the back of his shirt. “I would very much like for him to reach his next birthday.”

Akutagawa sat up slowly with a grimace, which relaxed once his lungs were able to circulate oxygen again. “We made breakfast,” Acchan said, now safely standing in the covers between Akutagawa and Atsushi.

“I made breakfast,” Ryuu-chan corrected, his own green-tinted Rashomon lifting the tray off the floor.

“I helped!”

“Acchan helped,” he conceded.

“Thank you,” Akutagawa said as he carefully took the tray from Ryuu-chan’s Rashomon. He balanced it on his lap, studying the spread. “Are these pancakes? I didn’t know you knew how to make pancakes.”

Ryuu-chan beamed. “Gin-neesan taught me! The last time we stayed overnight with them she taught me how to make a lot of things!”

“They’re very good,” Acchan added. “I helped taste test them.”

Atsushi snorted. “I bet you did.” He leaned over and tousled the top of Ryuu-chan’s head, leaving his short dark hair spiked in all directions. “They look fantastic. And hey, it’s you’re birthday too. Happy birthday!”

Ryuu-chan grinned from ear to ear.

“Why don’t Acchan and I go clean up while you birthday boys enjoy laying around in bed while you can.” Acchan flattened himself on the bed, but Atsushi scooped him up under one arm anyway, leaving Acchan to hang limp, defeated.

“But we already cleaned up,” he protested, limbs and head dangling. “Ryuu-chan made me dry the dishes. I didn’t even break anything this time!”

“Excellent. Let’s double-check your work.”

Ryuu-chan climbed over to Atsushi’s now empty side of the bed, and Akutagawa lifted his arm, allowing Ryuu-chan to snuggle up against him. “Thank you very much,” he said. “These pancakes are quite delicious. You must have gotten up very early to prepare them.”

As if on cue, Ryuu-chan yawned hugely into Akutagawa’s side. “I’m not tired,” he protested quickly, which led immediately into another yawn. Akutagawa let out a soft huff of amusement and kissed the top of Ryuu-chan’s head.

“Happy birthday, Ryuu-chan.”

“Happy birthday, dad!”

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Ryuu-chan waved at Atsushi with his Rashomon as Kunikida-san carried him past, tucked securely under one arm. He had both his arms wrapped around the enormous long-neck dinosaur plushie that Kyouka gave him, and he clearly wasn’t interested in letting it go anytime soon. “Everyone is spoiling him rotten today,” Atsushi said, sincerely amused. There had been a minor attempt to get at least some work done today, but the moment Kunikida stopped caring literally everything productive halted immediately.

“It’s his birthday,” Akutagawa said. He leaned against Atsushi’s desk; arms folded as he supervised. Acchan trailed Kunikida and Ryuu-chan, his party hat slid mostly off his head and covered nearly head to toe with frosting.

“Well, it’s your birthday too,” Atsushi reminded him, chin in his hand as he watched the chaos. Akutagawa gave him a sour look and Atsushi stuck his tongue out, which made Akutagawa roll his eyes before huffing in amusement.

“And no one will let me forget it,” he said.

Tanizaki had bounded up to them when they first walked through the door earlier, holding party hats in both hands. Akutagawa had set his icy glare upon him, and he immediately turned tail. There were limits to what Akutagawa would put up with. Although, Atsushi suspected, that if Ryuu-chan asked him he would begrudgingly participate.

Fortunately, Ryuu-chan was quite distracted by so many presents. Kunikida-san set him down at Ranpo’s desk, where the easel he had received earlier was set up with paper and paints.

“Paint me,” Ranpo demanded, feet up on his desk. Ryuu-chan climbed up on the desk and began to arrange him, before situating his newest stuffed dinosaur in Ranpo’s lamp.

Yosano exited the conference room, now carrying Acchan by his scruff. “I’m going to go hose off your son,” she called, as Acchan was leaving bits of frosting in his wake. “He got into the distraction cake again.”

Atsushi hung his head and sighed, before standing. “I’ll help.”

“You’ll do no such thing; I am perfectly capable of hosing down a child.” Yosano waved him off. “Besides, is Dazai ever going to show up? I don’t want to miss that.”

“He’s taking us to dinner tonight, I believe,” Akutagawa said without bothering to pull out his phone.

“Which means that it’s actually Chuuya-san taking us to dinner tonight, and Dazai-san turning into a living mooch as usual.” Yosano rolled her eyes in amusement at that pronouncement but then disappeared through the door into the lavatory, Acchan suspiciously docile in her grip.

Atsushi slid his arm over Akutagawa’s waist, and Akutagawa leaned into Atsushi’s chest. Ranpo put his glasses on the dinosaur to Ryuu-chan’s eternal amusement, paint already smudged up on his nose. The office all around them was full of lively chatter.

Atsushi sighed, content. “Happy birthday, Ryuunosuke,” he murmured into Akutagawa’s ear, and Akutagawa tilted his head and smiled against the kiss.

#sskk² #bungou stray dogs #sskk #aktgw bday

[ryuuisnotpresent]

i know i'm early by like a day but

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYUU!!!! HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY 💖🎂

omg thank you pookie <3333

[starlity]

happy birthday kanoka (oct 24)!!

#start #amanai kanoka #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanakano #tanoka #it's too early to write anything coherent #AIUHFFKAJISFAYGTASYJFBKNEA #i love u kanoka #also you can't see it but her other foot is on the ground #lift her higher ryuu #[shakes fist] #happy birthday

[yatsugareboyf]

my solace, my sanctuary.

akutagawa ryuunosuke x reader.

hurt/comfort ?? fluff?? idk what to call this

the back of the book: chuuya sent akutagawa home on his birthday to spend time with his family. akutagawa doesn't know what he means by that.

note : happy birthday to my favorite boy, akutagawa !! this is very much self-indulgent, like idk what's happening here, i just know that i want akutagawa to be surrounded by so much love.

Akutagawa doesn’t celebrate his birthday. To be honest, he almost forgot that today was supposed to be something “special.” If his superior, Executive Nakahara Chuuya, didn’t shoo him away from the office earlier to “spend his day with your family, not rot here at work,” he would’ve gone through the day like normal. Mumbling a quiet “what family?” at his superior, fully knowing that the Mafia is aware of his upbringing, Chuuya pushes him out the door and leads him back home.

He returns home with a slight scowl on his face, wanting to turn back and go to work anyway, but he knows that Chuuya will just kick him out again until it turns midnight. The good thing about this, he realizes, is that he’ll spend this day with you.

As expected, you’re still sleeping soundly on your shared futon. Akutagawa’s work hours were very early in the morning, so even if you tried to wake up before him, you’d end up falling back asleep. He sits back down where he laid previously, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest. As if on instinct, you stir quietly, blinking up at your boyfriend beside you. You squint your eyes at him, almost not believing that he was there, then move your eyes to glance at the clock, which read five am, and back at him.

“You’re… home?” your voice still laced with sleep as you sit up, rubbing one of your eyes.

“Chuuya-san sent me home.”

You hum in acknowledgment, closing your eyes again. After a few seconds, you smile and pat your boyfriend on the back, “happy birthday, Ryuu. Do you have any plans?”

“... plans?”

Sighing quietly, you take a peek at his expression, seeing a genuinely confused look on his face. You rest your hand on his, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. You’ve already predicted that Akutagawa would pass off this day like any other, not bothering even to acknowledge the date, so you’ve planned it out for him a week before.

His colleagues, Higuchi, Tachihara, Hirotsu, and his sister, Gin, would come over later, bringing him their gifts. At first, Akutagawa didn’t like the extra company: he seemed to enjoy the quiet tea time you two had before Tachihara repeatedly banged at your door, but he was thankful for their presence. They fed him the cake they bought on the way, giggling as his face scrunches up into a look of disgust when he realizes how sweet the cake is. He complains that it was a waste of time inviting them over, but Higuchi replies, "spending time with family is never a waste, Akutagawa-senpai!”

“Gin is my only family here.” He replies with a straight face, sipping on his tea afterward. A collection of whines and pretend sobs come from Tachihara, exclaiming, “aren’t we family, Akutagawa-san? I feel hurt!”

After his colleagues leave, you take him on a walk outside.

It was one of Akutagawa's preferred language of love: quality time. He takes you on midnight strolls around places in Yokohoma only he knows, or he takes you to the seaside to walk near the shore while gazing up at the night sky, or he takes you to the highest point in Yokohama to look down at the city below. Wherever it is, he likes to take you places to spend time with you, even if it's in silence. You knew he enjoyed taking walks with you, so you decided to return the favor.

As you're both padding through the park, you notice a bunch of colorful lights on the far right side of the park. Moving forward, you get a better view of the tents and stalls set up on the other side, the place filled with banderillas and led lights that make the area more bright than usual. There was a whole row of mini stalls that sold all the food you could think of, while there's a chance you might see someone selling crystals or even perfumes. It was a night market, essentially. You and Akutagawa were never really fascinated with these endeavors, but you wanted something different tonight.

"Ryuu," you tug on his dark coat, "can we go there?"

Akutagawa pauses his steps, looks towards the direction you're facing, and immediately grimaces. He doesn't like overly bright and crowded places, not to mention the contrasting smells and tastes he'll encounter while strolling.

"No, we can't go there" is what he wants to tell you, already hating the thought of walking through crowds and crowds of people, but the unusually happy sparkle in your eyes makes him hesitate to say no.

With a simple nod, you gesture to him to follow you on your way to the night market. You both walk in silence, the ambiance of talking people and loud, trendy music playing from the speakers filling your ears. Akutagawa starts to squint at the approaching lights, pausing every so often to readjust his eyes, deciding to focus on the back of your coat instead.

He quietly follows you inside the crowd, letting you take the lead. His eyes travel from different areas and land on a family of three sitting on a bench. The family looked happy, at least from his perspective, as the son kicked his little legs back and forth while licking his bright blue ice cream. The mother tended to the little boy’s shirt, wiping off the massive stain near his collar, while the father laughed at his wife’s fussing. Akutagawa liked to think that they were the standard definition of family, a group of parents and their children.

As you continue to examine the varying stalls, he spots another couple. One of the girls was crying, holding her cheek, while the other girl wiped her tears away with her thumb. He looks over to see a hammer game right next to them; then he assumes that the crying girl hit the target with the hammer too hard, resulting in it bouncing back on her face. The other girl holds her face in her palms, whispering quiet assurances as she leads her away from the crowd. Akutagawa thought that this is the more socially acceptable definition of family: people who comforted each other through hard times.

You mindlessly browse what the vendors have to offer: from tiny crystals and pendants to potted plants and succulents, you pause at a small stall that sells calligraphy brushes and pens. Looking up at your boyfriend, who’s looking at some arcade game, you tug at his coat to direct his attention to the stall. His eyes visibly widened at the selection presented, hands itching to reach out and test them for himself. Instead, he looks over to you.

“Looks pretty, right? Did you want to pick up anything?” you whisper to him, still looking at the calligraphy materials displayed. You knew that Akutagawa enjoyed doing calligraphy whenever he had time, clearing the living room table when he would. You also knew that he had started to throw out some old brushes that were beyond repair, hairs sticking out in different directions. He was also running out of the paper he used, and who knows, maybe he wanted to use something other than black ink.

“I don’t need anything,” he says despite his lingering gaze over the assorted color of inks, “I have everything I need at home.”

“If you take two ink bottles, I’ll give you two more for free. Same with the brushes.” the vendor suddenly speaks, an old woman who looked happier for someone who was selling these kinds of items. Akutagawa squinted at the older woman, and she only smiled wider. You chuckled at his reaction, reaching out to grab one of the ink bottles.

“You use Sumi ink, right? They have tons of colors here, Ryuu. Why don’t you go pick some?”

“I told you, I have everything I need at ho-”

“This looks pretty, doesn’t it? It’s a metallic silver!” you lift the bottle and tilt it around, showing the reflectiveness of the ink in the bottle. Smiling at your unamused boyfriend, you gesture towards the collection of inks, “come on, pick three more!”

You ended up picking out the other inks while he picked up some brushes instead. As you browse other color options, he locks eyes with a kid who tugs on his coat. He looks down at the little boy, recognizing him as the kid he saw earlier eating ice cream. The kid almost recoils at Akutagawa's scary resting face, but he stays put. Sniffling, the child tugs on his coat again. “Sir, have you seen my mom and dad? They were right here… !”

Akutagawa almost shakes off the tiny hand from his coat, telling him to scram, but he only takes a deep breath and looks up again, searching for the little boy’s parents. Instantly, he spots the couple a few meters away, frantically asking around, obviously looking for their missing son. He points towards the direction of his parents, and the kid follows his gaze. Once the boy recognized his parents, he uttered a quick “thank you!” and bowed half-heartedly as he rushed to them. The dad spots him almost immediately, kneeling to his level and catching him in his arms. He was aware that the kid was scared of him (and he tried not to look scary), so why didn’t he run away? Facing fear just to be reunited with his parents? He thinks, doing everything they can to be reunited with their family.

“Here, Ryuu.”

He looks back at you, holding a small paper bag with four different-sized brushes sticking out on one end. He mumbles a quiet “thank you” and accepts the bag. You smile, continuing to roam the night market.

Walking side-by-side, he glances around while you continue to look through the stalls. A group of teenagers catches his eye, laughing at pushing at each other lightly as they try to consume the cotton candy they each had as fast as they could. Looks stupid, he thinks; why would you eat cotton candy that fast? But as he stares more, they don’t care if they would choke or cough at the swift shoving of the candy down their throats. They’re having fun doing stupid stuff together. Another definition of family, Akutagawa thinks, is people you share stupidity- happiness, rather, with.

Following his line of vision, you notice that he’s staring at the kids eating cotton candy.

“Oh, did you want some cotton candy too?”

He doesn’t, but he nods anyway.

“Chuuya-san said I should spend time with my family,” he starts as you were a reasonable distance away from the crowd after eating the cotton candy, “and I didn’t understand what he meant by that. He knew that Gin was my only family.”

You nod along to his words, staring at his calm features. He wasn’t fond of maintaining eye contact whenever he spoke; he usually looked off into the distance or down at his shoes whenever he talked to you. He also wasn’t fond of speaking in general, so all your focus shifts to him when you hear his voice.

He swallows a newly formed lump in his throat, “you’re my family.”

He looks into your eyes, and you can tell he’s trying not to look anywhere else, “I thought the family was just… people you share the same blood with, people who have a child together, but you aren’t any of those things, and you still stick with me as family does. Why?”

You reach up to cup his cheek with your palm, smiling softly, “you said it yourself; I’m your family. I don’t have to be related to you, and I don’t have to have a child with you to consider you my family. Family can be anyone you want to be family with, as long as you stay with each other when you get hurt, when you get happy and when you get sad.”

“Higuchi, Tachihara, Hirotsu… can they be my family, too?” he asks, and you can’t help but feel your stomach sink at the sincereness in his voice.

“If you want to.”

He nods, leaning in into your touch, “but you’re different.”

“Mhm.”

In the end, Akutagawa did spend his birthday with his family. He wouldn’t have traded it with anything else.

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[gagong-alien]

Happy Birthday @frxnk-iiero

#happy (early?) birthday ryuu #ryuu #my art #im posting it now because i have school tomorrow

[nishiannoya]

ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴇᴠɪsᴇᴅ

my piece for @gg9183's soulmate collab - i'm super early to the party, but happy birthday and congrats on the milestone! ❤️🍰🎈 thank you for organizing this collab too - this might be one of my favorite pieces i've written and i don't know if i would have ever tried tackling a soulmates prompt without the push of wanting to be a part of something.

gn!reader x nishinoya yuu, soulmates au where people are born with golden marks of where their soulmate first touches them with their fingers. no warnings apply, springbreaker!reader, hostelemployee!noya, fluff-ish, (3.1k word count)

Not everybody has a soulmate. Not everybody ends up with their soulmate. Noya knows this, and yet it still bugs him that there are no golden marks on his body that indicate the first touch of that person who the universe deemed to be his ideal match.

He would joke that it meant he could get with whoever he wants without feeling guilty, but deep down he's jealous of his friends and teammates: Ryuu and the five small dots on his forearm that indicates a gentle touch, Asahi and the single line that sweeps across the side of his forehead and into his hairline - even Kageyama and the glaringly bold stripes on his cheek that has everybody theorizing he's gonna get slapped. Despite being told that love is never a guarantee, he feels like it is for other people.

Gramps always told him proudly that he stole Granny from her soulmate, that he built a connection and foundation with her brick by brick, so strong that even when fate came in like firestorm, it was still left standing without so much as a crack or crumble. It gives him plenty of hope that he can do the same, being blessed with the same tenacity in all. He just hopes someone will give him the chance.

He searches for opportunities everywhere after he graduates, excited to forge his own path in life. All it takes is some pictures in a travel magazine and a few months of working in a warehouse to have him booking a ticket for someplace tropical. The night before he leaves, he notices the roots of his blond patch starting to show, but figures he'll just ask Saeko-neesan to fix it when he gets home.

It was just supposed to be a vacation, however 4 months later Noya finds himself working for the hostel he was staying at. It's ideal for him right now, helping with cleaning, feeding the animals around the property, and doing repairs while spending his time off at the beach and getting to meet new people from around the world with interesting stories. He even finds himself studying different languages in his spare time, his former teachers would groan in exasperation if they ever found out he had the drive in him all along.

He likes this feeling of growing even though it's not like he's doing anything profound. It's about a year into his independent adult life and he realizes just how constricted he felt while in school. Every breath he takes now feels full and fresh, perhaps thanks to the lush flora but also the desire to keep this satisfying feeling of cultivation.

Like a physical marker for his growth, he tugs at his hair that's gotten just a little too long to keep gelled up anymore. He does his best with scissors and a mirror, running his fingers through as he trims the ends and ignores the itch of the hairs that fall on his neck. Lastly he pulls at the blonde patch that looks a little silly now that half of it is back to black. He hesitates for a moment before making the snip, but ultimately decides it's trivial to hold onto his signature look. Just a little bit of it remains at the tips, mostly the brassy fade.

It's the next day when you arrive, traveling with a group of friends for spring break. It's late when you all check in, and there are quite a few of you, but Noya picks you out with his eyes. He's always had good instincts, in sports and with people. Call it attraction or something more divine, but he feels something when he first sees you. Plenty of beautiful people have passed through the doors of the hostel, yet there's this unexplainable lightness in his body as he takes your ID and reads your name aloud. A very intentional look is shared between you, though it doesn't feel tense, but rather settling. He does his best to play it cool, knowing that you'll be around for a week - whether that's enough time or the perfect amount, he's unsure.

Even miles and miles away from home, he still wakes up at the crack of dawn. It helps that the roosters from the surrounding properties start to sing before the sky even gets a hint of light, but most people can ignore it and go back to sleep. He's surprised to see you awake, sitting in the open air drinking some tea with the hostel owner's four dogs at your feet. He takes a seat across from you, saying your name as if he's asking if he has it correct, despite repeating it over and over in his head last night. You smile and nod.

The air in the mornings always has a more magical feel to it, a stillness as if the weight of the dewy atmosphere slows everything down. Noya talks in a hushed voice, but it's still fast and jumbled with words from different languages, bringing a certain liveliness to the tranquil dawn in a way that feels welcome. He asks if you slept okay and if any mosquitos got in your room, how your group ended up settling to come here, and what your plans were for the week.

You really aren't sure what brought the rest of the group here, though you had heard talks of looser alcohol laws and hunky men. It was a bit of a last minute decision for you to tag along, and honestly you probably couldn't even point out where you are on a map right now. You awoke before the first cries of the roosters this morning despite the jet lag, but you hardly feel tired. Something about hearing the ocean so close to your window fills you with something equivalent to a full night's rest. He blinks when you tell him this. You wonder how much of it he understood, but he quickly smiles and asks if you'd like to see the sunrise from the beach.

The dogs around you startle when you suddenly stand up from your seat. Noya chuckles as you apologize to the pack of retrievers, finding your excitement amusing and admirable. He tells you to come on as he walks away from the main building and toward the gate that leads out into the street. The dogs follow him and you quickly find your sandals before catching up.

It's strange how you only just landed hours ago, yet you seem so comfortable walking the empty cliff side road with a boy you just met, in an unfamiliar country. Perhaps it's the sound of the waves on the other side of the trees and the rustling of palm fronds that gives you a sense of security, but in all honesty, you know it's mostly because of him. You like his bright smile and the way he carries himself in such a small body, confident and reliable. And there's something about his eyes too - intense and trustworthy which hold an attraction that doesn't feel threatening or pressured.

You two make it down the road, chatting about what foods you should try, until you reach a point where the trees end and open up to a panorama of the beach surrounded by rocky cliffs. The ocean is calm and the sky is just starting to turn violet with a thin band of orange at the horizon. It's a breathtaking view, but you notice that your canine companions are continuing on without you. Noya nods his head in their direction, telling you that you might want to stretch your legs real quick.

143 steps. That’s what he tells you at the top of the concrete stairs that go down to the beach. It doesn't seem so bad on the way down, but he warns you of how brutal the way back up is after the merciless tropical sun rises. He effortlessly talks without so much as a huff as you walk down the steps that lead to a small lot with a straw roof shack bar and a few small empty stalls lining a wooden boardwalk. The dogs immediately take off for the ocean as soon as they reach the bottom, one even running out onto the dock to jump further out.

Aside from the dogs happily splashing around in the water, it's just the two of you. He steps up onto the concrete dock and you follow suit, skipping past him and spinning around a few times, excited by the surrounding beauty. A fine and natural sight, Noya thinks as he smiles behind you and studies your figure in the soft glow that emits from the water's vanishing point. Certainly someone like you must have a soulmate, even though he can't see any marks unless they're hidden beneath your shorts and tank top. Not that it matters, but to him there's something behind your eyes that tells him you're from another world ruled by stardust and magic.

"What a life you must live here," you sigh once you two reach the end of the dock and sit down.

"It's pretty great," he agrees and takes a seat next to you, dangling his muscular legs over the edge. The gentle roll of the tide against the pilings splashes tiny droplets against his feet as you're both held captive by the crowning of the sun that slowly ignites the cloudless indigo sky with amber rays.

"I could do this every day," you say wistfully and hug your knees to your chest, letting your chin rest upon them. Noya wishes he had a camera with him to capture you sitting there, looking like you belong nowhere else yet your eyes seem to search for something beyond.

"We can. I wake up pretty early every day," he tells you. It's usually just him and the dogs, and he'd be more than happy to have your company even if it's just for the week.

"I mean forever. I've only just gotten here and I don't want to go back. I hate school. I've always hated school. Why did I let my parents talk me into college?"

He's aware that he's just a stranger right now, and you're feeling the beginnings of a vacation high, but he must admit that he's a little proud that you feel like you can say something like that to him. He knows you're not actually asking him, but he understands your frustration.

"I don't care about some stupid fancy job title or degree. I'd be happier farming coconuts here, I think," you lament, sounding serious. "I don't know. Maybe I'm being dramatic. I don't want to waste my youth stressed out over something I'm not even sure about."

"I get that. I got terrible grades so I never even considered furthering my education," he says with a light-hearted laugh and leans back on his hands. He admires you for even trying.

"I'm jealous. Judging by the way people talked about it, I didn't even know not going was even an option. It felt like - I don't know, like I'd be considered a lesser person for it," you admit. "I wish I didn't care what my family or other people say about me."

Noya tilts his head and takes his eyes off the sunrise to look at you. He's never really seen other people's opinions of him, good or bad, as anything but motivation, and never thought about it as something to weigh him down. It's a mindset he's been blessed with, but he also knows that he's still being influenced.

"I sort of get that too. I think there's this expectation for me to play volleyball professionally back home. I might have done it too, but I saw a picture of this place and thought I just had to see it, ya'know?"

You don't know. Certainly you've seen places you've wanted to go to before, but actually going seemed unrealistic. Not only that, but being a professional athlete doesn't seem like something most people would run away from.

"Volleyball?"

"What? Don't believe me? I was pretty good, and my team in high school was good too. There was this connection that just felt right. It made me want to do better and get stronger, and I don't know if I'd find that again. Coming here was a whim, but I got a similar feeling as soon as I landed here. I want to learn about things, all things and any things, and to talk to as many people as I can, and see as many places as I can see," he explains with a big, infectious smile that fills you with brightness and warmth.

"I wish I had the guts to just pick a place and go," you say shyly, also wishing that you could take a little of his spirit for your own.

"Well, you said it was a last minute decision to come here with your group. That's pretty spontaneous," he points out.

"But it was more like, I just didn't want to get left out and behind," you say, though you suppose he would be right if spontaneous was synonymous for stupid. In truth you, you bought the plane ticket while drunk at a party with some matured savings bonds at the encouragement of a group of people you hardly even know that well. It feels like a more cowardly decision than something bold.

"Then what would you be doing if you didn't care about anyone else?" He asks, lips pulled up playfully and chin tilted. He can tell that you don't have an immediate answer, and it excites him even more to see what you come up with on the spot.

"I don't know! This is the first thing I've done in a while that actually makes me happy," you tell him as your heart races from the shame in admitting that.

"What is?"

"This whole morning: waking up to the sound of the ocean, walking with a bunch of dogs to the beach, watching the sunrise, talking to you," you say, the last bit coming out a little bashfully.

"I don't know what I want to do, with or without people judging me, but I guess right now, off the top of my head, I'd go see all the different beaches in the world: ones on lakes, one on every island, ones in the cold, ones with rocks instead of sand. I don't have a soulmate or anything, so I think of beaches like lovers. Some are rough, but you keep going back because it's close to home. Others are just full of garbage. Some look beautiful but there are jellyfish and sharks hidden in the water. And then there's here, where the water is clear and inviting - kinda like you."

You smile at him softly, hoping that your speech wasn't too saccharine. He's thankful that he can blame the sunrise glow for any redness that might be burning through his tan skin. He doesn't even know what to say other than,

"That's- Wow."

"I-I'm not trying to come on to you! You have a soulmate and all," you blurt out defensively, darting your eyes away for a moment before catching his flustered expression.

"S-Soulmate?" He stutters, feeling his chest tighten at the implication. What on earth are you talki-

"Yeah," you say as you lean over and grab the little bit of golden blond left at the tip of his bangs, rolling and spreading the ends between your thumb and the edge of your forefinger to inspect. "Isn't this your soulmate mark? I haven't seen many others that appear in people's hair."

His eyes go wide, lips parted just a bit as he sits there unable to move. He's not even sure if his heart is beating. He tries to think a thought- any thought, but something holds him back from being aware of anything but your face and the way your lips move when you speak.

"Oh, sorry! I shouldn't have touched it. Marks fascinate me since I don't have one. I forget my manners sometimes," you fret, pulling your hand back as soon as you realize. He watches your hand fall back to your body, and leans in closer to you as if he's chasing that touch again.

"It isn't- I mean, I don't have one either. This is just something I-"

Noya stops himself when he realizes: It's something he did himself - unintentional, or maybe not so. He's not even sure, too stunned by the way his head is flashing every little detail of his life that put him right here at the precipice of something. His eyes stay wide and unblinking as he watches the aureate beams from the rising sun illuminate the side of your face.

It's just a feeling. It's just a feeling and he knows that he isn't bound to celestial circumstance like the rest of the world, yet he can't stop his mind from forming the idea that this moment has been fated. He thinks of the story of his grandfather and grandmother, and remembers what he's always been told: Soulmates are made, not found.

Tentatively, he reaches out with his fingertips, unable to resist the way the sun kisses your cheek. Your glimmering eyes stay trained in him as his touch only makes a light graze like the sea breeze. You can even feel a spray of salt water-

"Oi! Roomba!"

Noya yells when the moment is interrupted by one of the dogs running up to you and promptly shaking out her soaking sandy fur onto the two of you. You giggle and squeal as you raise your hands to protect yourself, only to have the other three dogs run up and do the same thing.

"Okay! Okay! We'll go back for desayuno," he says. You laugh at the way the dogs start jumping and wagging their tails at the word.

He stands up and offers you his hand. You take it and he doesn't let go even once you're up on your feet and walking back towards the cliff. It just feels right, like you're exactly where you need to be and doing exactly what you're supposed to be doing.

The pack makes it to the stairs, and it does seem a little more daunting from the bottom with the sun starting to make you sweat already despite only being fully up for 10 minutes. You and Noya take the first couple of steps, hands still locked together and with much further to go, when he stops and turns to you.

"I'll take you to every beach I've found here so far. There's waterfalls and caves too, forts and ruins, and good music and food. Even the city is beautiful, just you wait and see," he declares.

One week has just begun, and he knows it's the only time he has. He'll make you his soulmate. Stone by stone. Moment by moment. Step by step. 143 at a time, every morning.

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#first ever soulmates fic and now i wanna write another #id like to thank the good place #and game of thrones for this take #is this really even a soulmates au? #i mean they still live in a universe of soulmate conditions so i guess #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x you #nishinoya fluff #haikyuu x reader #gn!reader #haikyuu soulmate au #gracie's soulmate collab #noya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader

[gureishi]

how to be free

Saeyoung, GE Saeran | more than words 2021

It’s early, and the air tastes of summer rain.

Saeyoung steps, barefoot, into the grass, and the back door falls silently shut behind him. The sky is the color of lilacs: wet and streaky. It must have stormed overnight; in the bunker, even thunder doesn’t make a sound.

He stretches his arms above his head and strides across the lawn. He’s never bothered to maintain the land around his home, and the grass is tall and irregular. Automatically, his eyes seek out the single plot of earth that’s been tilled: proof that the last few months have been more than an unlikely dream.

Ah: and he should’ve known.

Saeran crouches at the edge of his little garden, his palms flat on the ground. Nothing has sprouted yet, but Saeyoung knows that his brother listens to the earth and hears a language he’ll never understand.

“Do you always get up this early?” Saeyoung asks. His voice sounds strange: too loud in the still morning air. Saeran doesn’t startle; like Saeyoung, he always knows when someone is standing behind him.

“I’m not sure,” Saeran says. He stands and faces his brother; there’s a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve never exactly had a sleeping schedule.”

Saeyoung laughs (and it sounds bitter even to his own ears).

“We’re not so different after all,” he says.

He goes to his brother’s side and tilts his head up to look at the sky: there are still stars visible through the haze of sunrise.

“So.” Saeran hesitates, and Saeyoung wishes he could fill the silence—but there is too much and too little to say. He watches the clouds swirling in the pastel sky. “Happy birthday,” Saeran says at last.

Saeyoung clears his throat. It’s a miracle, he wants to say—or thank god we’re here. “You too,” he says instead. He shifts his weight back and forth and feels uncertain.

“I didn’t expect to ever celebrate our birthday again,” Saeran says. He stares straight ahead, and Saeyoung stuffs his hands in his pockets. He has spent his whole life running from telling the truth; now he’s got the one person he’s ever wanted to be honest with next to him, and he doesn’t know what to say.

“I did,” Saeyoung mutters. “I think.”

“And that’s why you’re stronger than me.” Saeran speaks with a steadiness that takes Saeyoung by surprise.

“I never have been,” Saeyoung says. “Not even back then.”

They are quiet for a moment. The sky brightens; the stars fade.

“You used to always know what I was thinking,” Saeran says—and it’s an admission rather than an accusation. Saeyoung laughs (and it sounds less strange this time).

“Give me time,” he says. “I’ll get there again.”

“I believe you.”

Saeyoung smiles and hides his face, because his eyes sting and he doesn’t want Saeran to see. It’s the first time he’s said it: I believe you (even after all this time).

“You still like to stare at the sky?” Saeyoung asks—and Saeran nods, thoughtful.

“Do you know why?” Oh, it is a test, Saeyoung thinks: he is saying bet you can still read my mind. Saeyoung shakes his head and Saeran fixes him with a steady gaze. “Try.”

So Saeyoung tries. He shuts his eyes and thinks of blue skies and sun—of sticky ice cream and shining eyes.

“It feels like running,” he says. “So fast your heart aches, with nobody telling you where to go.”

Saeran doesn’t tell him that he got it right, because they both already know. “We’ve made it there,” he says. Saeyoung breathes deeply; the sunrise smells like freedom.

“Made it where?” Saeyoung asks (knowing the answer).

“To the sky,” Saeran says. And he smiles.

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#mystic messenger #more than words 2021 #saeyoung choi #707 #saeran choi #GE saeran #choi twins birthday 2021

[rz-jocelyn]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYUJI ♥: 26 YEARS OF SATO RYUJI

Ryuji’s official Twitter account: HERE

Ryuji’s official Instagram account: HERE

Ryuji’s official blog: HERE

Please find below the cut a little dedication taking a look at the 26 years of Sato Ryuji.

10 YEARS IN THE INDUSTRY

In 2011, Ryuji made his entertainment industry debut in "Kamen Rider Fourze" at the age of 16. 

For more information about Ryuji’s schooling and early years in the industry, please refer to this link: HERE

This year, he will be celebrating his 10th year anniversary in the industry!

6 YEARS OF BEING IN THE "LIVE SPECTACLE NARUTO" AND THE "MUSICAL TOUKEN RANBU"

Ryuji has been an active member of two of the longest running 2.5D franchises since the very first day. Both productions began in 2015.

He has played Uchiha Sasuke in the "Live Spectacle NARUTO" for 216 performances in Japan, Macau, Malaysia, Singapore and China.

Live Spectacle NARUTO

Live Spectacle NARUTO 2016

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Akatsuki no Shirabe~

Live Spectacle NARUTO ~Akatsuki no Shirabe~ Saien

He has played Kashuu Kiyomitsu in the "Musical Touken Ranbu" for 249 performances (as of his birthday this year) in Japan, Macau, China, Thailand and France. He has been in a "Musical Touken Ranbu" performance every year since 2015.  

Trial Performance

Atsukashiyama Ibun

Premium LIVE @ Akasaka ACT Theater

Bakumatsu Tenrouden

In Itsukushima Shrine

Shinken Ranbu Sai 2016

Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2017

Shinken Ranbu Sai 2017

Atsukashiyama Ibun 2018 ~Paris~

Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin 2018

Kashuu Kiyomitsu Tanki Shutsujin Asia Tour

Bakumatsu Tenrouden 2020

5th Anniversary ~Kotobuki Ranbu Ongyoku Sai~

As Kashuu Kiyomitsu, he has participated in major music shows on TV, like Kouhaku Uta Gassen (which is the biggest annual music show in Japan), FNS Kayousai, Music Station and CDTV as well as in other music shows, like SONGS OF TOKYO, Shibuya Note and Music Japan. 

He has also released two Kashuu Kiyomitsu solo singles ("Mitsumete Kureru Nara" and "Promise You") as well as multiple albums with Team Sanjou with Kashuu Kiyomitsu and Team Shinsengumi with Hachisuka Kotetsu.

4 YEARS SINCE HIS FIRST LEADING ROLE IN A MOVIE AND A TV DRAMA

In 2017, Ryuji made his official movie debut and got his first starring role in a movie as Shinji in "Please Please Please. It would also be the first time that he wrote lyrics for a song, which was "please", the theme song for the movie.

Since then, he has done 6 movies (excluding movies where he made guest appearances). His most recent lead role in a movie was "Double Drive ~Ryuu no Kizuna" where he played the character of Igarashi Junya.

Also in 2017, Ryuji made his TV drama debut and landed his first starring role in a TV drama as Shimizu Toshi in "FIVE". As a member of MENS5withT.M, he sang the theme song "Gakuen Tengoku", which was released as an album that included a solo Shimizu Toshi version of the song.

Since then, he has done 10 TV dramas (including guest appearances), and has starred in TV dramas, like "Ochanomizu Rock" and "Nippori Charlies" where he playd the lead characters Katayama Hajime and Sada Hotaru respectively.

As Katayama Hajime, vocalist of the band DYDARABOTCH, Ryuji has also released an album.

4 YEARS SINCE THE BROW BEAT WAS ANNOUNCED

Although Ryuji made his debut in the entertainment industry as an actor, he has always had a serious interest in music. In 2017, it was announced that he would be making his music debut with his solo band project The Brow Beat.

Members of The Brow Beat:

Ryuji (vocal)

HAKUEI (vocal and producer)

CHIROLYN (bass)

Narukaze (guitar)

Kado Shuntarou (drums)

Since then, The Brow Beat has done 3 tours and 2 performances at Yaon. Also, instead of having birthday events, Ryuji has been having birthday lives with his band.

They have released 4 singles, 3 albums and 3 tour DVDs (the Yaon performances were released as bonus DVDs together with their albums). As part of The Brow Beat, Ryuji has also written the lyrics for 17 songs and composed 2 songs.

They have also recently announced an upcoming tour in 2021.

To purchase The Brow Beat albums, please refer to this link: HERE

To purchase the DVDs for The Brow Beat’s live concerts, please refer to this link: HERE

To purchase the goods for The Brow Beat, please refer to this link: HERE

The Brow Beat’s songs on iTunes: HERE

The Brow Beat’s songs on Spotify: HERE

The Brow Beat official YouTube channel: HERE

The Brow Beat official Twitter account: HERE

The Brow Beat official website: HERE

1 YEAR OF ONLINE READING PLAYS, INCLUDING HIS 1ST BL

Although he is mostly based in 2.5D, Ryuji has done numerous non-2.5D stages, including the "Present◆5" stages, "Ochanomizu Rock -THE LIVE STAGE-" and the "Rock Opera 'R&J'" which he starred in as the lead characters Yamato Kyousuke (YAMATO), Katayama Hajime and Romeo respectively.

In 2020, like the other actors and artists in the Japanese industry, Ryuji too was impacted by COVID-19 when stages were cancelled due to safety procedures. However, as they struggled to survive amidst such challenges, Ryuji soon became involved in a new form of stage: online reading plays.

"Furimukuna, Ushiro ni wa Mirai wa Nai", "'Asasute!' Special Reading Theatre 'A Study in Scarlet'" (where he played Sherlock Holmes) and "Dream Stage -Dokusogeki-" (where he did a reading of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's "Yabu no Naka") were some of the reading plays that he did during this time. He also participated in the "Online ♥ Reading 'Lily & Rose' Vol. 01" reading play, which would be the first time he had ever done a BL (boys' love) production.

1ST YEAR OF HIS OFFICIAL SOLO FANSITE 

In 2020, Ryuji started his own official solo fansite. 

For more information on the member’s only content for his fansite and how to register for a membership, please refer to this link: HERE

In 2021, The Brow Beat has also started its official fansite. 

For more information on the member’s only content for the fansite and how to register for a membership, please refer to this link: HERE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SATO RYUJI ♥ 

Happy 26th birthday, Ryuji, and may we have many more years to celebrate your birthday, enjoy your work, and love and support you as you make your dreams come true! ♥ 

#Sato Ryuji #The Brow Beat #Ryuji #Live Spectacle NARUTO #Naruto #Narusute #Musical Touken Ranbu #Toumyu #Touken Ranbu #Rock Opera R&J #Romeo and Juliet #Ochanomizu Rock #Nippori Charlies #Please Please Please #Double Drive #FIVE

[tigerintokyo]

Rokuya Nagi [RabbiTube] RabiTV - Episode 1

Rokuya Nagi [RabbiTube] RabiTV

Episode 1: How to Spend Time with Nagi

(other parts in the directory)

Translation under the break.

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Staff: .......That's all for the "RabbiTube" explanation.

Staff: We're planning on featuring a part of the video in "NEXT Re:vale" as well!

Staff: We are hoping to show a side of you that people usually can't see on TV. Looking forward to working with you!

Momo: I'm looking forward to it!

Yuki: Anything goes. It's okay to strip down and bare it all.

Mitsuki: Hahaha, please be gentle with us! I'll have to do some research....!

Gaku: Oh yeah, Tenn, you were watching videos on RabbiTube the other day, right? It could be helpful as a reference. Did you see anything that could help us?

Tenn: ........Ah, I was just watching cat videos.

Gaku: Oh, it was just cat videos. That's not helpful atj all.

Ryunosuke: .....No, the cat videos could be helpful too! Like with what kind of behavior can make people smile or give people a sense of healing.....

Gaku: Wait, Ryuu. We can only use a few of them as references.

Yuki:  ........Cat Gaku would be nice.

Tenn: ..........Ha!.........

Gaku: Hey, Tenn! Did you just laugh at me?!

Riku: A cat.....! Like, a video of Iori going to a cat cafe?

Iori: Please stop. Why would it be me?

Yamato: Wait, I don't want to do a video like that......

Tamaki:  I wanna do "Terrific Pudding"!

Sogo: ........If we're choosing, I want to try doing "The Top 100 Spices in the World".....

Nagi: I want to have a Kokona watch party!

Mitsuki: Isn't that just the same as always for you guys?!

Iori: .....well.... a video petting animals is a little cliché, but it has a certain charm to it.....

Riku: Did you just say something, Iori?

Iori: No, I didn't say anything.

Yuki:  Hahaha! Great! You all have a lot of ideas!

Momo: This is what I am talking about! I hope to show off the "everyday you" on RabbiTube!

Yuki:  Well, I'm looking forward to working with you all this year as well.

IDOLiSH7 & TRIGGER: Thank you!

Riku: This year's birthday project is to become a RabbiTube creator......!

Sogo: We always have so much fun hanging out in the RabiChat. I might miss it.

Mitsuki: ....... I might miss itf too. Even though it's nice we can give a video to fans, I still want to celebrate with all of us together!

Yamato: Yeah, since we do something together every year.

Nagi: ...... But, lately we haven't had much work with all of us together. I understand that is hard get our schedules to match.....

Tamaki:  So we can't eat the cake from Mikki?

Mitsuki: I will defnitely be making a cake! Right, Iori?!

Iori: That's right. I will help you.

Riku: Hm...... A birthday..... a birthday.....

Riku: Aha! Okay, well, how about we take the birthday person out somewhere? We can all plan it together and go somewhere.

Riku: It'll probably be tough to get our schedules clear... Let's ask the manager for help, and then, whoever can make it can go somewhere together!

Mitsuki: Go somewhere..... Until now we've been partying in the RabbiChat, so it could be refreshing!

Yamato: It would be a shame if we all can't go, but maybe deciding where to go together could feel like a party too....  For me, a beer brewery would be good.

Mitsuki: You can't just choose by yourself!

Tamaki:  Then, we can take a lot of photos and videos for the ones who can't go. We could send them in the RabiChat.

Nagi: OH! That's a wonderful idea. It'll make it feel like we are partying together.

Iori: People might be happy if we upload it on Rabbiter (twitter).

Sogo: Sounds like fun.....! How about talking to the manager about it tomorrow?

Riku: OK! ...... It's going to be another year of fun birthdays!

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Nagi: Wow...... Is this heaven...?

Mitsuki: Haha, no! This is a Kokona Collab Hotel!

Nagi: The colors are perfect..... Ah, a Kokona standee is here to welcome us too.

Nagi: This must be the pearly gates......

Mitsuki: ........It's no use, he's already completely gone.

Tamaki:  How is it, Nagicchi? Were you surprised?

Nagi: Yes...... Now, I'm so moved. I feel faint.

Mitsuki: But, weren't you the one who came to our rooms every day and gave us the flyer for this collab?

Mitsuki: Tamaki and I didn't even have to think. There was no other option......

Nagi: I was a postman who delivered love to you.....

Tamaki:  Getting the reservation was hard, right, Manager?

Tsumugi: Fufu, Tamaki-san and I had to fight with the internet!

Tsumugi: We reserved for four people, but I'm going to go home in the evening, so be sure to take a lot of pictures tonight!

Nagi: Thanks, Tsumugi! Alright, what's first...

Mitsuki & Tamaki: First?

Nagi: Let's play cards!

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Nagi: ……..

Mitsuki: .......

Tamaki:  …….

Mitsuki: Hey, Tamaki, do you have the old maid....? It's written all over your face......

Nagi: Today, I am the strongest. Even luck is on my side.

Tamaki: ..... Nagicchi, pull from me next.

Nagi: Yes. ....This one.

Nagi: .....OH, is this another test of love?

Tamaki:  Yes.....!

Mitsuki: No, Tamaki! Now I know that Nagi has the old maid!

Tamaki:  I don't want the old maid!

Mitsuki: I don't want it either!

Mitsuki: ......since there's only three of us, this is going really fast, this game of Old Maid.

Tamaki:  Nagicchi, are you OK with just playing cards even though we came all the way to this collab hotel?

Nagi: Fufu. The truth is, if I'm spending time with Tamaki and Mitsuki, I am really happy with just that.

Nagi: But.... Without everyone here together, it is a little lonely, after all.

Mitsuki: Nagi......

Tamaki:  .........Alright!

Nagi: Tamaki?

Tamaki:  Even though Nagicchi pretty much decided that we would come here....

Tamaki:  Starting now, Mikki and me will be Nagicchi's escort!

Nagi: .......Wow......!

Mitsuki: ........That's a great idea! Let's take care of Nagi!

Tamaki:  Okay, what's first....

Mitsuki & Nagi: First?

Tamaki:  .......um.......

Mitsuki: Tamaki, you can do it....!

Tamaki:  C--color demon!

Nagi: Color DEMON?!

Mitsuki: But, everything is pink here?!

Nagi: What is color demon?!

Mitsuki: The demon names his color. If you are physically touching the demon's color, the demon can't catch you.

Nagi: That sounds very fun....!

Mitsuki: Your eyes are sparkling....! But if the demon color isn't pink or yellow, it's a just game of endlessly changing demons!

Tamaki:  Hm, then.... hide and seek!

Mitsuki: You keep going after games that are hard to play in a hotel?!

Nagi: I'm going to hide behind the Kokona standee!

Mitsuki: Don't announce it to everyone!

Tamaki:  No fair! Fine, I'll hide in the bathroom!

Mitsuki: Do you guys even understand what hide and seek is?!

Tsumugi: I--I can't really keep up with Mitsuki-san's joking...!

Mitsuki: Haha! ...... Geez, that's why it felt something was off.

Mitsuki: ......I have no choice. Manager! Can you bring me that to me?

Tsumugi: Yes!

Mitsuki: Ta-da!

Nagi: It's a....!

Mitsuki: Kokona-chan bento! Tamaki and I made it for you!

Mitsuki: Today, Tamaki worked really hard! He did way more than his usual taster role!

Tamaki:  I did! I wanted to show you these.

Tamaki:  Nagicchi, here! I cut them into stars, the eggs!

Nagi: Wow, so they aren't starfish!

Tamaki:  They're not!

Nagi: .......It's a very warm bento. Very....

Tamaki:  It isn't cold?

Nagi: No...... A bento full of Mitsuki and Tamaki's love is so very warm.....

Mitsuki: I'm glad you like it. I didn't want to just sleep at a hotel. I want to do something special for you Nagi.

Nagi: ...... I love you, Mitsuki, Tamaki.....!

Tamaki:  Ah.... Nagicchi, you're squishing me!

Mitsuki: Hahaha! You're gonna spill the bento!

Nagi: Tsumugi! Take a picture of us and my bento!

Tsumugi: Sure.....! Everyone go stand by the standee!

Nagi: I am really happy to be able to spend such a beautiful day with you!

Tamaki:  Hehe. It's a little early, but Nagicchi, happy birthday!

Mitsuki: Come on, get closer! OK, we're ready!

Tsumugi: Alright, say cheese.....!

- End of Episode 1 -

#i7 #ainana #IDOLiSH7 #RabiTV #RabbiTube #my translation

[chiiwifruit]

TCM Day 20: Fairytales

A long time ago, in a country far away, there lived a princess. The princess had a father, a mother, an older brother, and a beloved childhood friend. The princess’ name was Sakura, and everyone loved her for her beauty and kindness. If someone was in trouble, she would try to help them. And even if she could not help, her brilliant smile would warm their hearts. Everyone in her kingdom loved her, but it was her dear friend Syaoran who treasured her most of all.

On Princess Sakura’s fourteenth birthday, an evil wizard came to her country. The king and queen welcomed him, for they were kind people and they did not know what harm he brought. In exchange for their hospitality, the wizard stole the princess’ magic and vanished into the night. The princess collapsed, very weak, and it was soon discovered that the wizard had taken her memories along with her magic. Memories are part of a person’s soul, and so the priest warned the king and queen that the princess would never be whole again unless her memories were recovered.

Syaoran told the king and queen that he would undertake the journey to fight the wizard and get Sakura’s memories back. The priest said that the princess would have to accompany him on the journey, as memories were fragile things, and Syaoran did not have the power or skill to bring them back safely. If Sakura was with him, the memories could be placed back into her body as soon as they were recovered.

So Syaoran and Sakura set out. The wizard had left no clues as to where he came from or where he was going, but Syaoran had heard rumours of a northern country that had been ravaged by an evil wizard. And so the pair headed north to search for clues.

The journey out of their desert country was long, for Sakura could not endure long hours on horseback in her fragile state.

On the seventh day since their journey began, the pair was beset by bandits. Syaoran was no swordsman, but he was trained in a kicking technique by a traveller many years ago. He put the princess behind him and tried to fight off the bandits, but there were five of them and one of him.

Suddenly, a warrior on a shining black horse thundered down the hill. It seemed to Syaoran that he slew all the bandits with one slash of his sword. He was a massive man, with hair as dark as a crow’s wing and eyes the red of fresh blood.

“Thank you for saving us,” Syaoran said, but he kept his body between his princess and their savior.

The man dismounted his horse and marched closer. Syaoran and Sakura flinched back as the warrior yanked a length of cloth out of Syaoran’s pocket. On it was the symbol of a bat, which Syaoran had torn from the evil wizard’s cloak before he escaped.

“Do you work for this man?” the warrior demanded, waving the cloth in Syaoran’s face.

“No. We are on a quest to recover something he stole from my princess,” Syaoran replied.

It seemed the warrior had encountered the evil wizard as well. The warrior was from a small town in the east, called Suwa. A number of years ago, the evil wizard approached his parents, the Lord and Lady of Suwa, and demanded that they give him a precious artifact, an ancient sword of great power that had been gifted to their ancestors by a dragon. The Lord and Lady refused, and were able to repel his attack. In retaliation, the evil wizard summoned waves of monsters to attack their land.

The Lady had powerful magic of her own, and the Lord was a great warrior. With the help of their magic sword, they were withstand the monsters’ attacks for many years. Eventually the toll became too great, and the Lord and Lady both perished. The rest of the town fell thereafter, leaving the Lord and Lady's son as the only survivor.

He was now on a journey for vengeance. He was reluctant to ally himself with Syaoran and Sakura, but did so as they had a common goal. He told them to call him Kurogane.

Now a trio, they continued their journey north. The weather became colder, and the terrain grew steep. They had to stop in a village to buy warm cloaks before pressing on.

On the way through a mountain pass, they were attacked by a magician. Fire fell from the sky, and Syaoran’s horse reared, nearly throwing him and Princess Sakura to the ground. Kurogane deflected the next blast with his magic sword, Ginryu, and the reflected fire forced the magician from his hiding place. He tumbled to the ground, holding his burned shoulder.

Kurogane leveled his sword at him. “Who are you?” he demanded.

The magician grimaced and got to his feet. He was blond and clad all in blue and white. Rather than answering, the faint glow of magic emanated from his spread fingers. Kurogane leaped out of the way, and Syaoran tackled Sakura out of danger. Part of the spell clipped his leg, and Syaoran grimaced with pain. He kept a tight grip on his princess, ready to defend her at all costs, but he wasn’t sure he could stand on that leg.

Despite managing to incapacitate one of them, the magician didn’t look happy. His guilt distracted him enough for Kurogane to leap in and cut a thin slice across his chest. The magician retreated, wounded. After gathering themselves, the group pressed on.

They stopped for the night at an inn run by a smiling man and his reserved wife. “What brings you to these parts?” The innkeeper, Sorata, asked over dinner. The dining room was almost empty. Sorata had told them that they got very few travelers through these parts, and the locals mostly stayed at home. They were all afraid of the evil wizard.

Syaoran explained the purpose of their quest. Sorata nodded and examined the bit of cloth Syaoran held out, which was their only clue.

“It sounds to me like you’re looking for Fei Wang Reed,” Sorata said. “Nobody really knows where he came from, but he showed up here about a decade ago and started throwing his weight around. We’ve had warriors and sorcerers come up to try and stop him, but he’s just too powerful! He also got our king on his side, and now anyone who stands against them is looking at execution or life in the dungeons.”

“How terrible,” Sakura said. She was sagging from exhaustion, but had refused to go to bed no matter how hard Syaoran protested. She wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to be helpful. Even as frail as she was with her memories missing, her heart was still kind and strong. When Arashi draped a thick throw over her shoulders, Sakura gave her a tired smile.

Kurogane was silent for most of the conversation. He spoke up now. “What about a blond magician?” he asked. “Know anything about him?”

Arashi straightened. “The one in blue?” she asked. Kurogane nodded. “I’ve heard of him. The neighbouring country has twin princes who are powerful magicians. They came here to help defeat Fei Wang Reed, but it seems one of them was captured. Fei Wang Reed is holding him hostage to force his brother to do his bidding.”

“So he just wants his brother back,” Syaoran said.

“It seems that way, yes.”

“So if we help him save his brother, he might help us,” Sakura said. Everyone looked to the princess, who sat straighter in her chair. “Do you know anything about where he might be held?”

“Well, yes... but it’s very dangerous,” Sorata said reluctantly. He glanced at his wife, who nodded. “There’s a tower farther north. The land is cursed, and I heard it’s guarded by a dragon.”

Arashi had magic of her own, and she assured the group that she was certain the other prince was imprisoned in the tower. She could sense him. She could also sense his brother wandering around searching for him whenever he wasn’t at Fei Wang Reed’s beck and call. She gave them a map and a bag, but cautioned them not to open it ‘except at their time of greatest need’.

The group left early the next morning. They travelled on uneventfully, but as they began to see the tower in the distance, that land grew silent and strange. The plants grew brown and brittle. There was no sound of animals or birds in the trees. Not even the wind disturbed the naked branches. Until the air was split with a loud roar.

Syaoran’s horse screamed as a large scaly body cut through the air above the group. The force of the wind in its wake forced the horses back a step. Syaoran dismounted to calm his horse, but Kurogane’s was a warrior’s mount and was trained to have nerves of steel.

Kurogane drew his sword and turned his horse to face the dragon as it rounded for a second pass. Its talons were almost as long as his body.

“Kurogane-san, it’s too dangerous!” Syaoran protested.

But Kurogane’s family were originally dragon slayers until they made a pact with their patron dragon, and Kurogane did not fear dragons. He swung his sword aloft and called out the name of his technique, “Hama Ryuu-ou Jin!”

Heavily wounded but not dead, the dragon plummeted to the earth. The ground shook from the force of its weight. Kurogane waited, sword at the ready, but the dragon did not attempt to attack again. Instead, it spoke.

“That sword...” the dragon said in a voice the was a mix of a hiss and a growl. “You are a child of the Suwa clan, are you not?”

“Yes. I am the only survivor of the Suwa clan,” Kurogane said.

“I see. Perhaps you can help me. I have been bound here by a wizard who forces me to guard the tower. If you cut the band around my wrist, I will be free.” The dragon stretched out its left wrist, which was bound with an iron manacle. “Only a blade such as yours, which was forged in the fire of dragons, can cut it.”

Kurogane cut through the manacle with one swipe of his blade, and the dragon was free to go. Before it left, it gave Kurogane a dragon scale in gratitude. “This will allow you to pass through the wards around the tower,” the dragon explained. “Without it, you won’t be able to proceed further than this.”

The dragon scale was bigger than Kurogane’s hand. The travelers split it into three parts, and each wore theirs on a cord around their neck in order to approach the tower.

If there was anything else assigned to the tower, it seemed too afraid to approach after seeing Kurogane dispatch the dragon so easily.

The tower was so tall that they could not see the top from the base. There also was no door in sight, though they walked around the base twice in search of one. They did, however, find a bell, which Princess Sakura rang before anyone could stop her.

A long golden rope woven of exceptionally fine material dropped from the top of the tower. The end stopped a couple inches above the ground. The group puzzled over it.

“Are we supposed to climb it?” Sakura wondered.

It was decided that Syaoran would be the one to climb it, as Kurogane had dealt with the dragon. Kurogane gave him a little dagger that Syaoran clipped onto his belt before he began to climb.

The ascent seemed to take forever. Syaoran climbed up and up and up, until he was among the clouds. He didn’t dare look down for fear that the great height would make him dizzy. Eventually he came upon a little window near the top of the tower, and he slipped inside.

The magician stood patiently beside the window. Syaoran was so startled that he nearly fell out at the sight of him, and the magician had to grab his arm and haul him inside. The shining golden rope was his hair, coiled in a tight braid and then wound around a hook by the door for Syaoran to climb up. He stared at Syaoran.

“You aren’t who I expected at all,” he said.

Syaoran squared his shoulders. “I’m here to rescue you. Your brother is looking for you.”

At the mention of his brother, the magician’s caution softened. “Yuui is? I’ve heard him calling me. I want to go to him, but I can’t get out of the tower. I could climb down using my hair, but I don’t have anything to cut it with.”

So Syaoran cut through the magician’s long golden hair, and after making sure it was tied securely to the hook, the two climbed down.

The magician’s name was Fai. He confirmed that he and his brother Yuui had come to this land at the request of the king to help fight Fei Wang Reed, but by the time they arrived, the king had fallen under Fei Wang Reed’s influence and Fai was captured.

The castle wasn’t marked on the map that Arashi had given them, but Fai knew the way. The castle was hidden with spells and enchantments that would have been impossible for the group to get through without a magician in the party. They had reached the final obstacle, a thorny wall of briars, when there was a sudden cry.

“Fai!”

It was the other magician. He ran and embraced his brother, and they both cried. Now that he no longer had reason to follow Fei Wang Reed, Yuui was happy to tell the group where to find the evil wizard.

But first, they had to fight the king.

King Ashura had been driven mad by the dark magic Fei Wang Reed cast over his kingdom. Perhaps there could have been a way to save him, but Yuui and Fai said that it was outside of their abilities. After a difficult battle, the king was defeated.

The group advanced further into the castle as it crumbled around them. It seemed that the castle was tied to King Ashura’s life, and now that he was dead, it fell to pieces. Princess Sakura could run no further, and so Kurogane carried her in one arm and wielded his sword with the other. They had to hurry. If Fei Wang Reed fled before they found him, they would have to start their search from the beginning.

They found the wizard standing before a magic mirror. Rather than showing his reflection, it showed a lush green land. “Stop him!” Yuui cried. “It will take him to another country!”

Syaoran launched himself forward. Fei Wang Reed ducked his kick, but he was not the target. Syaoran shattered the mirror with a mighty blow, sending shards scattering in every direction while Fei Wang Reed howled his fury. He cast a wide spell intended to kill the group. Yuui shielded the others while Fai counterattacked.

Fei Wang Reed’s next attack sent Fai skidding across the floor. He hit the wall and lay still as his brother screamed his name. Kurogane was forced to put the princess down and help with the fight.

In the same motion that Kurogane stabbed Fei Wang Reed through the heart, the wizard severed Kurogane’s left arm. Kurogane went down in a torrent of blood, and Syaoran knelt to attempt to stem it with his cloak.

Without Fei Wang Reed’s magic to bind them, Sakura’s magic and memories took the form of feathers and looked like they were about to scatter in all directions. The two magicians could not stop them, because Fai was incapacitated and Yuui was tending to his brother.

Sakura remembered the bag Arashi had entrusted to her, and the instructions to use it when she would need it most. She pulled hard on the drawstring, and the bag opened wide. A white creature came out, it’s long white ears streaming behind it as it flew to the centre of the room.

Syaoran recognized it as a bunny-like faerie creature from stories his father used to tell him. His father had said that such a creature was called a Mokona, and it had the power to go anywhere in the world. Some said it might even have the power to take you to a different world, any world you liked.

The creature breathed in. And in and in. It sucked up the feathers, and then it sucked up the adventurers as well. It wrapped them cozily in its white wings just as the remainder of the castle crashed down.

When the group came to, they were in the infirmary in Clow Country. Mokona had acted as a holding container for Sakura’s memories, and with help from the priest, was able to return them to Sakura’s body. The princess’ recovery was instant, and she remembered everything, including that Syaoran was her most precious person in the world, and not just a companion for her trip.

Kurogane and Fai both lived, though Kurogane would forever be without his arm and the blow to Fai’s back had cost him the use of his legs. Queen Nadeshiko said with regret that it was beyond her to cure either. In gratitude for helping save their daughter, the King and Queen offered Kurogane, Yuui, and Fai a permanent home in Clow Country, as well as a place of honour in the castle whenever they came to visit, which they did often. Fai liked to show off the fancy chair he and his brother had built to help him get around, and they even made a clockwork arm for Kurogane, though he didn’t like it so much as his real one.

The End.

#TsubasaChronicleMonth #Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle #TRC #Princess Sakura #Li Syaoran #Kurogane #Fai #Real!Fai #Mage Fai D Fluorite #Fairytale AU #SyaoSaku #Sorta #Everyone lives AU #(Except Ashura-ou) #(And Fei Wang Reed) #Queen Nadeshiko #King Fujitaka #Sorata/Arashi #My writing #Fanfiction #fanfic #TRC Fanfic #CLAMP

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Knock Three Times (Meet Me in the Hallway)

Written for @youseimanami‘s birthday, who requested some fallout for Obi sharing the knock with Zen. Last year, Viki’s birthday fell less than two weeks after the birth of my son, and thus I didn’t have the headspace to even attempt a birthday gift (I *just* managed to get Laura’s in like a week before my C-section, an entire month late), but this year hopefully 3K and a nice, on-time birthday gift will make up for it :joy: 

Obi will grant: the tree isn’t the easiest climb.

Master had taken a running jump, shoving his foot in a divot in the bark as he grabbed for the first branch. It’s not low, not at all, but the fork in the trunk makes for a good hand hold once a palm’s wedged in there, and three nights ago he’d barely had to bother with a standing hop to get started.

Not tonight.

His side stings, a hundred wasps buzzing through his nerves, and oh, that blade had caught him a bit deeper than he’d thought. His fingers clap tight around it, and ah, yes, there’s a sticky heat that clings to them when he pulls away.

He grimaces. Miss won’t be happy about that.

He can see it now, those glass-green eyes turning stormy, mouth pulling thin right before she takes a breath to scold--

His mouth curls. At least, one can hope.

With a steeling breath-- tttt-- he backs up a step, swallows his pride, and follows Master’s lead. One sole bounces him off the bark, hand wedging deep in the fork, and then he’s up, shuffling out to where the branches brush at iron and glass.

The limb dips threateningly under his feet. Obi sighs. Master doesn’t have problems like this.

The window is shut tight, latched, just like he’d told them. Eisetsu promised to keep them safe, but no matter where he says his loyalties lie, Obi won’t forget how he tricked him here, how keeping Miss and Ryuu at the estate while he ran off to deliver the lord’s message was little better than holding them hostage for good behavior. Besides, there’s no need to count on his lordship when Miss can look out for herself.

He leans in, raising a hand. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap.

There’s no answer.

Obi shifts, stomach churning as the branch bobs under him. It’s dark inside, not even a single light in the parlor, but-- it’s late. There’s no reason to think he’d be back, no reason for them to sit up, waiting for him to return. No reason for there to be warm dinner on the table, Ryuu slumped over on the sofa as Miss turns to greet him--

He shakes himself. There’s no time for that. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap.

The tangle in his gut knots, rising to choke him. There’s no need to panic; it would take an army to rouse Miss when she’s sleeping, and though he’s never tried to wake Ryuu-- that boy gives a whole new meaning to early bird-- he can’t have napped under a pharmacy desk for years and been a light sleeper.

Still, still. He reaches for his tools and is glad his hands never learned to quiver like his heart.

It doesn’t catch the first time. Lock picking is about finesse, about patience, and ultimately about the correct application of force, but all that is lost to him when he keeps trying to peek through the glass. It’s useless anyway, he doesn’t see anything but the shape of ornate, uncomfortable furniture and his own reflection.

Finally, it turns over, window pushing into his hand. Obi guides it open, braced for a squeak or a groan, but it seems hinges are one thing Eisetsu keeps well maintained. Too bad the same couldn’t be said for the rest of his security.

He slinks through, throwing one long leg over the sill before pulling the other to join him, dropping down into a crouch. There’s no toppled furniture, no sign of a struggle, but there’s no signs of life either, each table scrupulously clear of the sort of mess that follows scholars no matter where they go.

It takes a moment for his eyes to truly adjust, but even so, every missing cup of forgotten tea fans his suspicion. He’s only been gone a few days, but so much can happen in mere hours, too much--

White grabs his gaze. It’s a sheet, wrapped tightly around a small body--

It’s Ryuu. He’d recognize that shock of hair anywhere, no matter how much he’s cut it.

With his heart in his throat, he approaches. Ryuu’s bound tight in the blanket, wrapped like a larvae in a cocoon, arms and legs locked beneath it. Anger flares hot in his belly; someone must have subdued him, not willing to take him when they only needed Miss.

Obi’s hand trembles as he reaches out, fingers seeking the pulse at his jugular-- who knows how long he’s been here, minutes or hours or maybe even days, Obi arriving far too late to--

Ryuu snuffs as skin brushes skin, annoyed, and flops over onto his stomach. His limbs sprawl, spilling over the sofa’s edge onto the floor.

A breath hisses through Obi’s teeth, half-relief. Not dead, then. Not even concussed. Just a teenager.

That handled one of them. But Miss--

(I don’t want to rush you, but come back quick, she’d told him, eyes too large in her face.

She’s not supposed to look at him like that; it’s Master who is her savior, not him. Afraid you’ll miss me?

I know I will. There’s something in her face that won’t ease, that won’t leave her. I won’t sleep well without you.)

Ryuu might fall asleep sprawled across the sofa, too young to keep vigil, but Miss would be up, a lamp burning well into the night, wearing a runnel in the carpet. She’d want to be there to open the window at his knock and tell him welcome home--

He shakes himself. That’s only if she knew he was coming back, if Master had somehow found a messenger faster than him-- impossible, even waylaid as he was-- but still, the worry won’t leave him. Wrongness permeates the darkness, and Obi’s lived far too long to ignore instinct.

He turns the corner, heading down the hall, only to be pulled up short by the spray of light that fans across the carpet. It’s her room-- or his room, really, though there’s no point to pretending much longer. Not when Eisetsu already knows.

His lordship could be in there, even now, pressing his suit. After all, what is a knight next to a peer?

Obi grits his teeth, eyeing the shadows that flicker across the carpet, and brushes his hand over the grip of his knives. Eisetsu would have to be an idiot to ask a favor of a man and then woo his lady out from under him. Quite literally, in this case, if his lordship still thought he’d interrupted something more intimate than a shared bed.

(Could you relay a message to your master? His lordship’s eyes dart around the room, almost as if marking the exits. I seem to have gotten myself into a...one might say, sticky situation.

He raises a single brow, arms folded over his banyan. Oh?

The man stutters out a quivering laugh. Ah...yes. A, um, political one.)

He shakes his head. At least the steward might talk him out of something so stupid.

A shadows passes before the door again.

Obi’s eyes narrow. Or not.

Rising up to his full height, knight’s swagger in place, Obi swings open the door--

Only to be greeted by Miss’s startled gaze on the opposite side of the room. “Obi!”

She’s alone, only a single lamp burning on the desk, but it pales to the way her face lights as she sees him, as she takes a step toward him--

And stutters short. Her glow gutters, and she shrugs her shawl tighter around her shoulders, ducking her chin as if even though her nightgown’s flannel she is chilled.

“I’m home,” he says into the still between them, heart pounding so loud in his ears he’s sure she can hear it.

Something in her thaws, mouth softening as she meets his gaze again. “W-welcome home.”

There’s a runnel in the carpet, the pile askew. It leads from where he stands at the door to where her feet lay pressed together, bare. The tightness in his chest releases, as he takes a step into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft snick.

“I tried the knock at the window.” Every word he picks is carefully plucked, lain before her as if on a platter. “But no one came.”

“Oh.” His offering must not please his miss, for her mouth pinches, drawing thin across her face. “I didn’t know if it was you.”

He blinks, head cocked. “Miss?”

“I mean, since you’ve been showing other people,” she explains hurriedly, pulling her shawl even tighter. “I wasn’t sure if I should answer.”

The air between them is tense, charged, and Obi has no earthly idea why. “I only showed Master.”

“I wasn’t sure.” Her shoulders twitch in a nervous shrug. “I thought it might be Eisetsu.”

“Eisetsu?” he spits out. He’d hardly trust the man with a lamb and a cabbage, let alone his miss.

“It made sense,” she says, shoulders curling defensively, and it hits him-- she’s angry. “You were doing him a favor. Maybe you thought it would be safer if--”

“If I gave the man with all the keys somehow even more unguarded access to you?” He tries to keep his voice level, calm, but he knows by her flinch hasn’t quite managed it. “Miss, a favor does not a friend make.”

“I know that,” she murmurs, the line of her shoulder tense, almost braced.

He wants to shout, wants to snap, and you think I don’t, but--

But he breathes instead, letting the fight seep from him. An argument is never the quickest cut to his Miss’s knottier points. “Miss,” he sighs, “have I given you some reason to think that I would be--” stupid-- “lax with your safety?”

She blinks, some of her anger fading from the shadows of her mouth. “N-no! I know you always do what you think is best.” She hesitates before she adds, softer, “Even if you don’t tell me about it, first.”

For a solid minute, he’s stymied. Years ago, he’d have taken the lump-- fresh from his tenure with the underground, he’d had little faith in anyone’s cleverness but his own-- but no one knows better than him how adept Miss is at her own survival. She’d even been the one to propose the knock--

The knock.

“Are you--?” His teeth snap shut around the question. It can’t be. There’s no sense to it. But still, still--

It’s the only thing he can think of. “When I gave Master the knock,” he starts again, left-footed, every word feeling wrong as it falls from his lips, “I thought you would be happy to see him.”

Her cheeks flare a telling red, and no, no, he has to be reading this all wrong-- “I--I was! I just...”

Obi dares another step closer. “You just...?”

“It’s nothing,” she insists. “It’s only that...”

Her breath catches, knuckles blanching where they grip her shawl. “It’s supposed to mean I’m safe.”

“Master’s safe too.” The words leave him before he can think, a certainty. But Miss’s lips twist as they hang in the air between them, and his ears roar with the rushing of his blood, so loud he can’t hear himself ask, “Isn’t he?”

“He is.” The words burst from her too quick, too rote, too little feeling being them. “I only mean...”

He needs her to speak, to explain this all in a way that might make him make sense of it, to assure him that what he’d thought about Master all those years ago when he’d arrived too early from Yuris could not be true. “Miss?”

Her chin lifts, gaze tangling with his in a way that is almost defiant. “He’s not safe the way you are.”

He can’t help himself, he takes another step forward, and then another, reaching out to close the space between them--

“Ow,” he hisses, pressing a hand to his side.

Miss stares, and, ah yes, that would be blood blooming from his gash, of course. Perfect timing. “Are you injured?”

“Ah-ha, only...only technically.” he grimaces as she flutters close, slender fingers prodding at the wound. “It’s just a scratch, Miss.”

Her mouth pulls thin. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

A thrill goes through him, and he can’t help tacking on a wry, “Yes, Miss.”

The glare she flicks up at him is unamused, which only makes his heart flutter faster in anticipation. It’s been far too long since she’s scolded him--

“Go sit on the bad,” she says, twisting him around, “I’ll tend to it.”

Obi lets out a graceless honk. “But I’ll bleed on it!”

He may not like Eisetsu, but that’s no reason to give his domestic staff more work.

Miss scoffs, giving him a firm shove. “I’m sure the maid knows how to get blood out of the sheets by now.”

He stumbles with a squawk, nearly tumbling onto the bed as she fetches her things. “Miss.”

“I know he’s a bachelor, Obi, but there were plenty of women at that party,” she informs him matter-of-factly, digging through her things as if the implication she’s making is usual for her, “and people have periods all the time!”

A laugh huffs out of him. “Ah, that wasn’t quite where I thought you were going with that...”

Her head darts up, cocked in question. “What did you--?”

“Ah!” He waves his hands, warding off her questions. “Not anything you need to worry-- ah--” he hisses, dropping his arms the moment one swings too far-- “about.”

If anything, her expression turns even more grim, marching over to the bed with kit in hand. “Take off your shirt.”

“Miss,” he whines, but it’s far too late; when she fixes him with that stern look of hers, there’s nothing for it to obey. He peels the black cloth up his torso, wincing as he pulls it away from his side, and submits himself to her tender ministrations.

That is, until she pulls out the brown bottle, clear liquid sloshing around the glass. “Uh-uh, I don’t want you near me with that when you’re mad.”

His nose stings when she pulls the cork. “I’m not mad,” she informs him primly, soaking a clean scrap of cloth. “I’m perfectly fine. I’m reasonable.”

“Oooh.” He ducks in close to her, grinning. “You’re super pissed.”

She jerks back with a frown, and then with no fanfare at all, presses the cloth straight to his side.

“See?” he hisses, squirming beneath her hand. “This is only proving my point.”

“I’m helping,” she tells him crossly. “The sting means it’s working.”

He hums, unconvinced.

“You’re lucky.” She lays his hand over the cloth and turns to rummage through her kit. “It doesn’t need stitches.”

“Ah.” It’s not wise, but then no one ever accused him of playing it safe-- “So it was just a scratch?”

His only warning it a displeased glower she gives him before she lays her hand over his and presses. The sting shoots coldly up his spine, and ah, yes, she’s made her point.

Miss busies herself with preparing the bandage, and her movements are so familiar, so soothing, that he lean back on his hand, eyelids fluttering shut. Even with his eyes closed he can see her, tracking her progress through the soft sounds of her practice. There, she’s unwrapping the bandage, and there, the grind of her prepping the salve--

“It’s different.”

He jolts back to awareness, gaze dropping to the back of her head. She’s bent over him, face hidden against his side. “Miss?”

“Zen,” she tells him. “He’s not...he’s not my home.”

His heart had sunk into its familiar lull as she worked, but now it races again, so fast he’s sure she can feel it under her fingertips. “He’s not.”

“No,” she murmurs, touch suddenly hesitant. “Not like you are.”

Obi hardly trusts himself to speak. “Me?”

Her eyes dart up to his, and then scurry away. “A-and Ryuu, of course.”

“Right,” he breaths, dragging her gaze back to him. “And Ryuu.”

Her breath shivers out of her, and the way their gazes tangle, green twining into gold, is too much, too earnest. He’s paralyzed by it; any other woman he would know what to do with, what this tension meant, but with Miss--

“There you are!” Eisetsu calls out, bursting into the room.

There’s only a moment to make a decision, and Miss is already jolting away, but if this man expects a pair of young lovers, well-- Obi knows exactly what to give him.

His hand darts forward, fingers hooking behind her ear, and it’s nothing to pull her closer, to lean into her until their lips touch and his mouth swallows her gasp.

“Oh!” Eisetsu flounders graceless at the door. “I didn’t think I would be interrupting.”

Miss pulls from with a pant, giving him a guarded look before insisting. “You weren’t! We were only...”

There’s no easy explanation, so Miss crosses the floor to her bags, making herself busy.

Obi can’t help but let his mouht tilt smugly as he says, “We were only catching up.”

“Ah, yes.” Eisetsu is not so pale as Master, but he flushes just as prettily. “We should also be catching up. I mean-- what was it your master said?”

Obi mouth bears down in a grimace. “Funny you should ask...”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #when viki gave me this idea i was TOO PLEASED #and I'm so glad that I was able to post it before we started getting new chapters #because i know my ideas will be jossed but I LIKE THE SPECULATION ANYWAY #the background is that eisetsu asked him to deliver a message to Zen #so that he could get out of his sticky position of being with all these people who want him to stage a coup #and on the way back obi is attacked by assassins #who all get in each other's way #i was gonna put it all in the fic #but it distracted too much from the actual point #SO HERE IT IS DOWN HERE #BETWEEN YOU AND ME

[idolish7rabbitchats]

Nanase Riku: Wonderful Octave Rabbit Chat Part 3

7: Sorry to make you wait! We finished the presentation. 

5: Sorry that it took some time. I got the OK from Tamaki-kun so my request is okay as-is.

T: Good work! I’m glad the presentation was a success!

7: Since it’s a request corner, it’s better if everyone enjoys it!

4: Rikkun, you promised to definitely do a funny story,

4: And if it’s too scary, So-chan said he’ll plug my ears

5: It’s unreliable just with earplugs, so I’ll pat his ears.

8: That’s a solid guard (lol)

4: [Punching Pudding Stamp]

100: Sougo, you are a genius! If you use that, maybe we could do a horror movie night with Yuki too?!

1000: Can I close my eyes during the whole movie?

100: It’s fine! I’ll stand in front of the TV and be the wall! \(`・ω・)/

3: The meaning of watching it together lolololol

7: Oh yeah, there are a lot of people who are bad with ghosts huh… But they are unexpectedly frank if you talk to them!

1: They…?

9: Riku was liked by a lot of people since the past. 

10: Tenn, somehow you seem happy!

T: Since Sougo-san’s request was decided on safely, I’ll start managing the chat again! Mitsuki-san, can I ask you?

3: OKAY! From me it’s, “Tell us which IDOLiSH7 song you like the most!”

3: I wanted to ask what our center thought of the songs we’ve sung until now!

7: Uwaaaah! That’s a super hard question..!

7: Because I like all the songs. The songs where I’m the center, the songs where I’m not, I’m attached to each song, I don’t think I can decide!

5: Memories exist in the songs huh. Like the feelings will come back just by listening to the songs.

7: Right! No matter the memory, they’re all special and I want to treasure them preciously.

7: Does it have to be one song…?

3: Certainly, I also can’t pick just one song. It was too hard of a request huh!

3: Then, I’ll change it to “Which IDOLiSH7 song makes you cheerful?!”

7: If it’s that, I can choose! Hyped up songs like Joker Flag and Monster Generation might be good!

10: Songs that make you dance huh. It fits this season too!

100: It makes me want to do a live together~ (δ≧∀≦)δ

7: Ah, but, I can’t ignore Fure Fure! Even though it’s a unit song...

7: And we definitely have to sing Nanatsuiro!

3: Riku, you’re not choosing at all! lol

1000: You want people to listen to any songs right.

7: Yes! But I was a little bit too greedy lol

7: Mitsuki, I’ll think about it properly until the on-air!

3: Please do!

T: I’m looking forward to Riku-san’s recommended hyped up song!

T:  Next is the request from Yamato-san please.

2: From me it’s “I want a morning voice that I can calmly wake up to.”

7: You want to wake up with my voice?!

2: Right right. I want an alarm that wakes me nicely.

2: Because my alarm is violent.

6: What do you mean?

7: Maybe it’s loud!

4: Yama-san, you should buy a new one.

3: Yamato-san, don’t mind it! They aren’t understanding it at all lol

5: I’m sorry! I thought waking you up at once with a strong impact would be efficient...

2: I’ll work hard to be able to wake myself early...

1000: So IDOLiSH7’s alarm is violent huh

8: Yuki-san is also bad with mornings huh. What do you do?

1000: I’ve woken up in the car or arriving at the studio. Maybe there are dwarves near me.

100: v(`ゝω・′)

Okazaki: I’m the second dwarf.

10000: That’s a superior dwarf lol

T: Waking up early is hard huh! Next is the request from Yaotome-san please!

8: My request for Nanase is, “If you were to play with us, what would you want to play?”

7: Eh! You’ll play with me?!

8: Yeah. This is a job project but this kind of thing would be nice right? Plus occasionally I want to go play with Nanase.

7: Waaah! I’m happy!

7: [Spinning Pudding Stamp]

9: Riku, don’t follow everyone.

1: He would follow a stranger by being tempted with a single candy...

7: I wouldn’t!

8: Anyways, Tenn and Ryuu would come too. Because it’s a request about playing with “us.”

10: Take care of me, Riku-kun. Going out with everyone seems fun!

7: I’m happy! Please take care of me too!

9: I haven’t heard about that. Don’t involve me on your own.

8: Don’t say something picky. I said it now right?

9: [Glaring Pudding Stamp]

7: Tenn-nii, you don’t want to..?

9: Riku, that’s not it. If you pick Gaku’s request, we’ll go out together.

9: Because this is a radio show project, this is part of the job.

7: A job..?

7: Right. 

7: Because Tenn-nii won’t come play with me if it’s not a job. 

9: Riku

9: That’s not it, calm down.

9: That’s not what I want to say.

9: I’ll Rabbit Chat you later.

7: [Turned-Away Kinako Stamp]

9: Takanashi-san, please continue with the requests. 

T: Y-Yes! Right!

T: So then, can I ask for a request from Tsunashi-san?

10: Yes. From me it’s “Tell me what you want to try during the summer.”!

10: Don’t you want to try something new in the hot season? Maybe because it makes me feel like I’m open-minded?

7: There’s a lot of things I want to try! Even though it would be difficult to do an intense exercise...

7: Actually, I want to try fishing. It will be cooler if it’s a mountain stream, and it would be delicious if we eat the fish we caught with everyone!

10: If it’s fishing then I’ll teach you! I’m better at sea fishing, but I did river fishing too.

7: Yay! Thank you!

3: Ooh! You got a great teacher!

100: I’m good at fishing too(*>▽<)ﾉ

1000: Because Momo procured food from the river nearby before.

100: I fished and Yuki collected wild grass! That neighborhood riverbed helped us a lot.

100: Even though the children playing there watched us with suspicion lololol

1000: That brings back memories. Living in poverty was fun when I was with Momo.

100: If Yuki’s there it’s 100% HAPPINESS  っ。゜(。>ω<。)゜。

7: You can eat grasses from riverbed?!

5: It’s depend on the grass, but it’s mostly fine somehow. You can eat anything if you carry soy sauce.

T: Soy sauce…! I take my hat off to you for your hardworking…!

T: Next up, can we hear the request from Momo-san please?

100: Got it! From me it’s “Flirt with people using a romantic line!”☆

100: Because Riku’s charm is about your fresh straightness, so I thought a heart-pounding request would be nice!

7: Romantic huh… I’ve said it in dramas but...

100: Will you try practicing so you don’t fail on the real deal? At first, isn’t it less embarrassing in a chat than out of your mouth?

100:  Plus I’m interested in what you think is a romantic feeling!

7: R-Right! I’m nervous but… I’ll try a little!

7: Hello! I’m Nanase Riku!

4: I knoooow

1: Everyone knows that.

7: Thank you for listening to the radio. I love everyone’s cute smiles!

7: I’ll work hard to be loved by everyone from now on too. Please always watch me!

7: How was that?!

100: Pure type is favorable! But I think I want something more drastic?

7: Hmm, that’s hard! Ah, then, I’ll do something different!

7: Ban!! [T/N: Japanese SFX for “Bang!”]

100: Ban????

1000: Ban, he’s calling you.

10000: What is it, Riku-kun?

7: Th-That’s not it! It was fanservice! A gunshot-like bang…!

7: [Pudding Peeking From Behind A Door Stamp]

100: I see! It’s not a line tho lol. But this is cute, so I think it’s okay?

7: Yay! Thank you!

T: If Riku-san shot through people’s hearts, everyone’s heart will be throbbing!

T: Lastly is Yuki-san please!

1000: It will be a tip-off from me.

1000: I’ll talk about when I saw Riku-kun at TV studio’s green room one day.

7: Eh! In the greenroom, when was it?

1000: Last week, when I was called onto IDOLiSH7’s show. It seemed Riku-kun was alone in the greenroom tho. 

7: Ah! Perhaps it was when I was talking on the phone...

1000: You remembered?

7: You overheard?! That’s embarrassing..!

1000: That’s why I’ll talk ^^

8: To be that embarrassed, what were you talking about?

7: I had time so I was reading a script! I wanted a partner so I was talking on the phone… 

7: Their off responses were funny, so I started to talk to the phone…!

7: Waaaah! Actually, won’t you do something else after all?!

1000: It’s fine. It was interesting and cute.

7: [Sweating Pudding Stamp]

3: If you’d asked me, I’d have practiced with you lol

T: I wonder what you were talking about..! Lol Yuki-san, thank you for the interesting request!

T: So then, that concludes the requests. Everyone, thank you!

7: Thank you!

100: So then, next is the request from Riku to us right?!

6: Riku’s wish, I’ll grant it no matter what it is.

*T: Do you have a request for us?

7: Do you know what a secret takoyaki party is? It’s takoyaki where no one will know what’s inside! Let’s do that with everyone!

100: Riku, you’re cute after all huh (。>∀<。)

8: Since it’s your birthday, you can say more lavish things.

7: This is my number one request right now!

10: So then, let us celebrate your birthday with our all!

10: It’s a little early but, Happy birthday! Let it become a special year. Let’s go fishing together okay!

10000: Happy birthday, Riku-kun! 

100: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO (σ>∀<)σ RIKU♪

1000: Happy birthday. Have a good year.

Okazaki: Happy Birthday!

8: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Nanase! Let’s work hard together.

Anesagi: Happy birthday. I found a honey that’s good for the throat, so I’ll tell you later.

9: Riku, Happy birthday. Take care of your body.

T: Happy Birthday Riku-san!

7: Everyone, thank you!

7: My birthday’s a little ways away but I feel like I’ve received a special present. I’m super happy from the words of celebration and the requests!

7: We followed our senpais’ backs till now but... I want to become an idol everyone can rely on from now on!

7: I’ll give my all for “Twelve Hits!” I’ll make it a fun radio so please listen to it!

V2:

6: Riku’s wish, I’ll grant it no matter what it is.

T: Do you have a request for TRIGGER-san?

7: Please let me do a survey about what you’d be happy to receive on your birthday!

100: Riku, you’re cute after all huh (。>∀<。)

V3:

6: Riku’s wish, I’ll grant it no matter what it is.

T: Do you have a request for Re:vale-san?

7: I want you to teach me how to do fanservice well! Because I couldn’t do it well earlier...

100: Riku, you’re cute after all huh (。>∀<。)

#Idolish7 #idolish seven #Takanashi Tsumugi #tsumugi takanashi #Nanase Riku #Riku Nanase #idol #game #gaming #rabbit chat #Wonderful Octave #12 hits #translation #japanese #english #game app #idol game #Rhythm game

[yamamuragaku]

Tamaki Yotsuba [Monster] RabbitChat

“Give me candy or I’ll play a prank on you–”

Part 1-5

Part 1: Trick or Treat!

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, good work!

It’ll be October soon. What comes to mind when you think of October?

Tamaki: Hey

Tamaki: That of course

Tsumugi: That!

Tamaki: Halloween!

Tsumugi: Halloween!

Tamaki:

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: I wanted to tell you, you received a job related to Halloween!

It’s a “Halloween Parade” where idols dressed in monster-ish costumes hijack a prepared venue!

Tamaki: It sounds really fun

Tamaki: Is there candy?

Tsumugi: Of course. Like during Valentine’s, everyone will produce Halloween sweets according to their specifications!

Tamaki: Yay! I will make pumpkin-flavored Ousama Pudding

Tsumugi: T-Tamaki-san, isn’t that now being sold at convenience stores >< lol

Tsumugi: It’s fine if you freely think about it freely.

Tamaki: Eh——

Tamaki: Mm——

Tamaki: I should think about it

Tsumugi: Yes! It’s okay because there’s still time.

Tsumugi: A lot of idols are participating in the Halloween Parade, but among them, Re:vale and TRIGGER are there too!

The main personalities will be Re:vale.

Tsumugi: Everyone will be wearing matching monster-ish costumes, so please look forward to it!

Tamaki: You seem like you’re looking forward to it too, manager

Tsumugi: I am! Halloween is somehow really exciting!

Tamaki: Hey

Tamaki: Won’t it be hard for Yama-san to wear a monster-ish costume lolol

Tsumugi: In the end, he decided to wear it which was a relief lol

Tamaki: That’s because manager threatened Yama-san lol

You said you had to ask the boss to calculate the budget lol

Tsumugi: T-that’s true but I wasn’t really trying to threaten him ><

Tamaki: Not funny

Tamaki: Then I’ll threaten manager too-

Tsumugi: Eh?!

Tamaki: Trick or Treat

Tamaki: Give me candy or I’ll play a prank on you–

Tamaki:

Tsumugi: How about 2 pumpkin flavor Ousama Puddings?!

Tamaki: Okay, let’s shake hands

Tsumugi: Please eat it together with Sougo-san!

Tamaki:

Part 2: Tamaki’s Halloween

Tamaki: Manager

Tamaki: Are you there?

Tsumugi: Good work, Tamaki-san.

I’m here! What happened?

Tamaki: Are we having a Halloween party at the agency?

Tsumugi: I want to! Last year was a kerfuffle so we couldn’t particularly do anything..

Tamaki: Hey-. Let’s cosplay and eat sweets

Tsumugi: Sounds good! I’ll check everyone’s schedules for a day we can meet later.

Tamaki: Yay

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, you sure treasure events!

Tamaki: That’s because the facility had such a policy

Tsumugi: Is that so….

Tamaki: How about you, manager?

Tsumugi: I don’t particularly recall what I did for Halloween….

It was fun since a lot of shops sold various candies! or that was my impression ><

Tamaki: Really, what a waste—-

Tsumugi: Indeed… ><

So I can prepare for the party, there are various things I’d like to ask you..

Option 1

Tsumugi: Besides candy, is there anything else you’d like to eat for Halloween?

Tamaki: Halloween limited Ousama Pudding.

Because Ousama Pudding isn’t candy, it’s Ousama Pudding

Option 2

Tsumugi: Are there any costumes you’d like to try, Tamaki-san?

Tamaki: A guy in my class told me I’d look good as a werewolf

Besides, isn’t walking around town in a costume a pain in the ass? What’s so fun about it

Option 3

Tsumugi: Do you have any memorable moments of Halloween, Tamaki-san?

Tamaki: I got a small set of sweets at the facility every year

Iorin probably liked it so he went there too

Tamaki: Let’s have the party early Before the parade

Tsumugi: That’s quite early…! I thought you’d certainly want to do it on the 31st.

Tamaki: Because the day of the parade is Ryuu-aniki’s birthday

Tamaki: Isn’t it better to finish it before that, and afterwards go all out on TNS Strengthening Month

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san…! You’re right. Let’s hold the Halloween party early, and focus on TNS Strengthening Month!

We are always indebted to TRIGGER after all.

Tamaki: What does Ryuu-aniki like?

Tamaki: Even if I ask Yama-san and Mikkii who’re around his age, I probably can’t depend on them

Tsumugi: You can’t depend on them…? lol

Tamaki: Because they’re not erotic

Tsumugi: Because of that?!

Tamaki: Yama-san isn’t erotic, but perverted

Tamaki: But Mikkii is not like that

Tsumugi: D-difficult, isn’t it….

Tamaki: We have to think of something Ryuu-aniki would like

Earlier when I massaged Yama-san’s shoulder, he cried, so it’d be good if massaging his shoulders makes him happy-

Tsumugi: A shoulder massage coupon seems just like your thing, Tamaki-san!

Part 3: Food Samples Battle

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, good work.

Thank you for the Halloween Parade sample & food tasting meeting earlier!

Tsumugi: It’s good that you happily participated, Tamaki-san!

Tamaki: Manager, ty ty

Tamaki: It was so— fun I’ve never seen so much people making sweets outside class

Tsumugi: It looked like you were having fun with Nagi-san!

What happened?

Tamaki: I decided on pumpkin pudding

Tsumugi: So you did!

Tamaki: But-

Tsumugi: Yes!

Tamaki: Nagicchi smugly said, “Why don’t you try giving up pudding occasionally?”

Tsumugi: A passionate battle between men…!

Tamaki: Even though I tried making a snack that looked like monster

Tsumugi: C-certainly scattering pumpkin seeds on top of a muffin makes it look like a monster….

Tamaki: Also it was so scary how the muffin over-expanded and cracked…

Tsumugi: I think the professionals will make it cute for the finished product! ><

Tamaki: Oh-

Tamaki: Because if Nagicchi’s fans see that they’ll be surprised lol

Tsumugi: I think that way, the taste will match and it’ll be really good though…!

Option 1

Tsumugi: Whose sweets were delicious?

Tamaki: Hm——-

Rikkun’s donuts. It was good that there was cream inside and that they were shaped like a cat

Option 2

Tsumugi: The sweets Tamaki-san made were also wonderful!

Tamaki: They lose to Ousama Pudding but nothing can win against it-

Option 3

Tsumugi: I want the fans to eat them deliciously!

Tamaki: Oh-

It’d be good if they feel like I did when I first met Ousama Pudding

Tamaki: By the way, aren't the sales from the sweets we produced being donated

Tsumugi: Yes.

It’d be good if I could help the children around the world even a little….

Tamaki: You can do it

Tamaki: Someone like me lived this far

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san….

Tamaki: That’s why I don’t give up Everyone will get worried

Tsumugi: Yeah…. Thank you! I shouldn’t give up!

Tamaki:

Tamaki: We’re naming the snacks we made today

Tsumugi: Yes, please let me know when you decide!

Tamaki: I decided

Tsumugi: So quick…!

Tamaki: I decided on

Tamaki: Happy-Making Pumpkin-sama Pudding

Tamaki: No good?

Tsumugi: How wonderful, it’s just like you, Tamaki-san. I’m happy…!

Tamaki: Yay

Tamaki:

Tsumugi:

Part 4: Noisy Party

Tamaki: Good work manager

Tamaki: Let’s have another party Tomorrow is fine

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, good work!

The Halloween party today was fun!

Tamaki: Are we doing it tomorrow?

Tamaki:

Tsumugi: U-unfortunately tomorrow might be difficult..

But we’ll have a Christmas party in 2 months!

Tamaki: Too long———-

Tsumugi: L-long? I think it’s scary that a year passes by in a flash..

Tamaki: Soo-chan said that too Why do only Yama-san and Mikkii understand!

Tamaki: It’s so far away— I want to grow up soon

Tsumugi: You want to become an adult?

Tamaki: Yeah-

Tamaki: Because I think I wasn’t able to protect Aya because I’m a child

Tsumugi: That’s….

Tamaki: Ah, Rikkun and the others have decided to defeat that old man so you don’t have to worry, manager

Tamaki: I put on a costume to defeat that old man

Tsumugi: You dressed as Dracula to defeat him…?

Tamaki: Soo-chan said I looked cool

Tsumugi: Of course, you look cool!

Tamaki: Hmhmph

Option 1

Tsumugi: Were there any other good costumes?

Tamaki: Soo-chan’s jiangshi wasn’t good… (1)

Because his white face was scary, and the costume from Nagicchi’s acquaintance was really all-out

Option 2

Tsumugi: What was your funniest memory from today?

Tamaki: It was funny when Rikkun who was wearing a bloody lab coat chased around Iorin in a devilish costume, saying, “Let me give you an injection—” lol

And Iorin got mad at Rikkun for running around lol

Option 3

Tsumugi: Let’s have a Halloween party again next year!

Tamaki: I’m looking forward to that old man, Nagicchi’s acquaintance’s costumes again

Also all-you-can-eat pudding

Tamaki: The parade is soon

Tsumugi: Yes, and Tsunashi-san’s birthday too!

Tamaki: Have you decided what to do for Ryuu-aniki?

Tsumugi: I heard they are going to celebrate before the weekend, so I plan to make some sweets, and give them to Anesagi-san!

Tamaki: Oh-

Tamaki: Ryuu-aniki also eats sweets

Tsumugi: Doesn’t he look like he doesn’t eat them? It seems like he’s into making sweets lately.

Tamaki: He somehow looks like he only eats expensive fish and meat

Tamaki: When I went to his house before, he made some really tasty things for me so he’s good at cooking

Tsumugi: Certainly he might have such an image!

Tamaki: Soo-chan was also worried about what to do. He looked after us during the Shuffle Unit so he doesn’t want to give him anything rude yadda yadda

Tsumugi: It seems like Sougo-san spends his time being worried lol

Tamaki: Soo-chan blew his top when Yama-san said he’ll send red boxers

Tsumugi: I think I’d be angry too…lol

Tamaki: Is a coupon for upgrading a shoulder massage no good?

Tamaki: Or a coupon for muscle training together

Tsumugi: Did you consult with Sougo-san?

Tamaki: I asked He mumbled, “Is Tsunashi-san your father or something…? Well I think he’d be pleased though…”

Tsumugi: Umm,,

Tsumugi: I imagine Tsunashi-san would be happy with anything we gave him heartfeltly….

Tamaki: How about a coupon for a public bathhouse?

Tsumugi: I think Tsunashi-san will be pleased…!

Tamaki: Yay it’s decided-

Tsumugi: But, where did you get the coupons?

Tamaki: Rikkun won them in a lottery Rikkun’s lack of desire sensor is the best

Tsumugi: A lottery…! Please think of something beside a coupon!

Tamaki: Tch

Part 5: Halloween Parade

Tsumugi: Tamaki-san, good work on today’s parade as well as Tsunashi-san’s surprise celebration!

Tamaki: Good work-

Tamaki: Did I look good?

Tsumugi: Of course! Everyone looked good.

You were so fluffy and cute!

Tamaki: Gakkun looked embarrassed

Tsumugi: TRIGGER doesn’t usually wear these costumes, don’t they…. All the groups had a unifying concept, so it couldn’t be changed ><

Tamaki: Tenten got so mad at Gakkun for looking embarrassed

Tamaki: Ryuu-aniki was happy to wear it

Tsumugi: It must’ve been curious! lol

Tamaki: It’s good that Ryuu-aniki is easy to understand. Tenten is an iron mask Gakkun still has a grudge towards me over udon and soba

Tsumugi: Udon…how nostalgic ><

Tamaki: However Gakkun as the MC was hot

Tsumugi: Yeah! He showed a lot of member love.

Tamaki: It’s not easy to say, I love you, that is

Tamaki: As expected of Gakkun

Tsumugi: That’s because Gaku-san is a passionate person…!

Option 1

Tsumugi: It was a wonderful surprise!

Tamaki: Ryuu-aniki cried, so while Gakkun and Tenten were hugging him

I remember what Yama-san did during the celebration. Yama-san cried a little lol

Option 2

Tsumugi: Did you give him the present?

Tamaki: I handed it over in the dressing room. Bath house coupons and a massage coupon

I said let’s go to the bath house again

Option 3

Tsumugi: How was the parade?

Tamaki: The fans had a lot of fun at my robot dance

That’s not the only thing I can do

Tamaki: Also Yukirin’s costume today looked so good

Tsumugi: Momo-san and Yuki-san were very cute walking in the front while holding hands….

As expected of Re:vale, they look good in any costume!

Tamaki: Those 2 sure get along

Tsumugi: During stand-by, those two shouted at you to come over…!

Tamaki: Earlier they also made me play a board game, but I like those kinds of games

Tamaki: When I mentioned smart phone games, Yukirin said he doesn’t really play them

Tsumugi: It’s probably more popular among teens, smart phone game culture!

Tamaki: Really?

Tamaki: Momorin plays them. Like competing for score

Tsumugi: You became gaming friends?

Tamaki: Since you can know when scores are updated on the timeline. We’re not supposed to do it together though

Tsumugi: As expected of Tamaki-san, your communication skill is high.

Tamaki: I don’t really get it but does that mean I’m strong?

Tsumugi: Yes! lol

Tamaki:

Tamaki: Later we took pictures with an app that swapped everyone’s faces

Tsumugi: !?!?

Tsumugi: You can do such a thing?!

Tamaki: You didn’t know, manager? So slow

Tsumugi: Interesting! lol

Tamaki: Iorin and Rikkun also swapped faces

Tsumugi: Ah cute!

Tamaki: Manager, try it with boss

Tamaki: It’ll be funny lol

Tsumugi: Ehh?! Then you try it with Sougo-san!

Tamaki: I did but it was normal somehow…felt like that guy was here

Tsumugi: R-really?

Tamaki: I wanted to do it with Mikkii, Nagicchi and Yama-san but Yama-san hated it and ran away so we’ll definitely do it next time

Tsumugi: I’m looking forward to it! lol

Tamaki:

Screenshots courtesy of rabbit-library.

(1) A jiangshi is a Chinese zombie.

#idolish7 #tamaki yotsuba #rabbitchat #translation

[deuterium51614]

I put more effort into this than some essays I’ve done for school/college

There are two confirmed dates we know in the Boueibu timeline.

In LOVE LOVE, March 13th is on a Friday. (Shown on Kinshirou’s omen calendar.)

In Happy Kiss, August 31st is on a Friday 10 years later. (Shown on Rashio’s calendar and a wall calendar in the Kurotama.)

In Robihachi, we know the moon landing happened on July 18, 1969 (in real life it was July 20th), which was marked as Galaxy Century 0001. The current timeline is happening in GC 0051, so sometime after July 18, 2019 (unless the GC is added to on New Year’s, but I’ll get to that).

Let’s start off with when Boueibu can’t take place. (The main timeline, at least. Flashbacks are possible.)

The 70s. The only March 13th that’s on a Friday is in 1970. This would put all of LOVE in 1969, and Happy Kiss in 1979. We know the beginning of LOVE takes place pre-July, so this wouldn’t work because it’s before the first contact. There’s also the case of all the flashbacks – Goura being a hero, the Beppu’s father’s job… Aliens had definitely made contact, so none of that could’ve taken place in the 60s.

The 00s. While March 13, 2009 is on a Friday, it would mean Happy Kiss takes place in 2018. The technology in Robihachi seems too advanced for it to take place the year after Happy Kiss, unless Binan went untouched by the technological advances shown in Neo-Tokyo. Plus, Boueibu LOVE and LOVE LOVE merch and posters were shown on a planet that loves mainly retro anime. It was most likely CIDER rebranded as Boueibu. The 00s is too recent to be retro.

So, there are three possibilities for where Boueibu fits in:

LOVE – 1980-81, HK – 1990

LOVE – 1991-92, HK – 2001

LOVE – 1997-98, HK – 2007

As of now, we can only speculate which option is correct. Under the cut, I’ll explain which of the options I think it is, and why.

We may be able to narrow it down further based on the events that Atsushi asks En if he’s thinking about:

The tax increase – L

The Olympics – L, LL, and LLL

The constitution – LL

Chikuwabu – LL

Toyosu – LLL

Trump - LLL

Chikuwabu being brought up in the second season is a reference to the first season, but it’s also a hint – none of the subjects Atsushi brings up is random. Everything he mentions is something En has talked about in the past in a similar train of thought conversation, though off-screen. So it doesn’t necessarily need to be a current event for Atsushi to bring it up – after all, En ranted about chikuwabu in what was probably April or May, only for Atsushi to guess it in November.

Something to keep in mind for Atsushi’s comments is they were probably meant to be references to current events from when the seasons/OVA came out. However, I still was able to find things relating to them in the 80s and 90s. Their timeline is also split off our own – changes started happening July 18, 1969. So, these could be references to things that never happened in our timeline, or things that could have happened but didn’t. So these points are really in a gray area.

The one constant through LOVE, LOVE LOVE, and LOVE LOVE LOVE is the Olympics, so let’s start with that. I looked up Olympic years to see what the overlap was with the timeline estimates.

1980 – winter was in the US, summer was in the Soviet Union

1992 – winter was in France, summer was in Spain

1996 – summer, in the US

1998 – winter, in Japan

The tax increase – According to Wikipedia, there was a tax increase to 5% in April 1997. For tax-related things in general, “Japan introduced the national consumption tax of three percent in 1989” (Wikipedia).

The constitution – According to Wikipedia, “From the 1960s to the 1980s, Constitutional revision was rarely debated.” There were some suggestions for revisions in the 1990s.

Toyosu –Urban Dock LaLaPort opened in the 1980s – it’s a huge shopping mall with a cinema, restaurants, and cafes.

Trump – It could be referring to anything for these three estimates – financial losses in the 1980s, the Grand Hyatt Hotel was opened in 1980, and in the 90s he was dropped from the Forbes List, had some bankruptcies, got a divorce, and met his current wife. There’s probably more, but that’s really what I could find on Wikipedia.

Now, you may be thinking, “This was supposed to narrow it all down! There’s too many options!” Like I said, these are events that were current for when the anime was airing, but I wanted to prove that they could apply to all three options.

To narrow things down for real, there are a few things we have to look at.

When the twins are watching Maximum Gorar, they have an old TV and a strange looking remote control. Takamatsu tweeted about it back in 2016, and the remote is based on one that actually existed – the Zubacon. He said it came out in the early 1970s, and I found it came out in 1971, to be exact.

The second flashback is in Happy Kiss. In the treasure hunt/time capsule episode, there’s a flashback with a poster of a GameCube-style system with the kanji 新発売 – which translates to “new product/model.” In reality, it came out in 2001, but there were some updated models that were released until it was discontinued in 2007.

According to Yang, Binan Shonen Love-Love was an anime from when he was in grade school – specifically he says 小​学​生 which is elementary school, so first to sixth grade. He would have been anywhere from six to twelve. The art style doesn’t look like Hizakuriger, so we know it’s not a retro-retro anime, but we don’t have Yang’s official age. We also don’t know if Binan Shonen Love-Love was based off of Boueibu or if Binan was chosen in CIDER due to the anime’s popularity.

Until we get an official age, let’s say Yang’s 30 at the youngest, and 45 at the oldest. If he’s 45, he would have entered first grade in 1980 and left sixth grade in 1986. If he’s 30, he would have entered first grade in 1995 and left sixth grade in 2001. So Binan Shonen aired sometime between 1980 and 2001.

Finally, there’s references to other anime.

In LOVE’s beach episode, Atsushi references Detective Conan. That started in Shonen Jump in 1994.

On the stats screen for the idol battle in LOVE LOVE, Ryuu is making a Sailor Moon pose. Sailor Moon started in 1991.

In Happy Kiss’s beach/vacation episode, Karurusu references the Sazae-san anime, which began airing in 1969 and is the longest running animated television series. (While Sazae-san won’t help us on the timeline, I just want to point out it’s interesting that it started the same year as the moon landing – GC 0001.)

Putting all of this together, from what we know I think it’s safe to say Boueibu took place during the third option – 1997-98, with Happy Kiss in 2007.

Why?

It’s mainly because of the last point – the anime references. However, this shouldn’t be the driving factor of the timeline theory. After all, because of the contact with aliens, these series could have all started sooner. However, let me back up and explain with the other points.

It places the third years’ births in 1979, the second years in 1980, and Yumoto in 1981. With the twins being born in 1980, this would make them start elementary school in 1986. While their remote is from the early 70s, it’s plausible they would still be using it in the 80s to watch Maximum Gorar. Because really, how often do you change your remote?

Now, the GameCube lookalike. Kingo is a first year, so if Happy Kiss takes place in 2007, the flashback could have taken place around 2001, possibly a few years earlier if alien technology sped up the process in which the GameCube was released.

From the glimpse we saw, Binan Shonen Love-Love doesn’t look like an 80s anime. It could have aired in the gap between the OVA and Happy Kiss, based off the popularity of CIDER – sometime between 1998 and 2001, when Yang was still in elementary school. However, if CIDER chose Binan because of the anime, it could have taken place as early as 1980.

Having LOVE take place in 1997-98 makes sense for their current technology – their phones appear to be the model Sony Xperia S, which was released in 2012, but due to alien technology could have been released sooner – especially since the first touchscreen phone was released in 1992.

In the New Year’s episode, the remote control doesn’t look modern – it could pass as one from our 90s or 00s. Plus, Atsushi has a DVD boxed set, not Blu-rays. The first DVDs came out in the late 90s.

In Happy Kiss, the Kurotama now has a flat screen TV that looks like an older model (for us). Yumoto uses an older looking instant Polaroid camera in Ata’s flashback in Happy Kiss. They’re still used today, but they were popular in the 90s.

In conclusion, LOVE takes place in 1997-98, and Happy Kiss takes place in 2007.

Now, to find out what Galaxy Centuries they take place. 1969 is counted as 0001 – which makes the math slightly confusing. It’s not like birthdays, where you count the anniversaries and not the actual birth. This makes 2019 GC 0051.

Assuming that Galaxy Centuries start in July and years are counted separately (because of the New Year episode), LOVE takes place in GC 28-29, and Happy Kiss takes place in GC 38-39.

If the next GC starts on New Year’s, then LOVE takes place in GC 29-30, and Happy Kiss takes place in GC 39.

Anyway, onto how old the LOVE and Happy Kiss boys would be if they appear in Robihachi!

LOVE:

Third years – 40

Second years – 39

Yumoto – 38

Happy Kiss:

Third years – 30

Second years – 29

First years – 28

(Also, if Hatchi really is 18 like his bio says (instead of being older and hiding his age to keep his identity as the moon prince secret) his birth year would be 2001, three years after the OVA, making it possible that Kinshirou could be his father if he had him at 22.)

#boueibu #boueibu love #boueibu happy kiss #robihachi #robihachi spoilers

[rayraywrites]

Chapter 5: Everything but the baseball

Prompt: Free Time - Day off/Vacation

Characters: Sawamura Eijun, Kuramochi Youichi, Kawakami Norifumi, Furuya Satoru

Rating: General Audiences

Total Word Count: 4105

AO3

Summary:

“Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going” — Sam Levenson

A day of for him doesn’t mean he sleeps in. It just means he does things a bit different.

Many people found it difficult to wake up before the sun. Something about how their minds were never truly functional till the sun was already up in the sky. And when they were forced to be up that early, they grumbled and whined.

But for him it was as simple as breathing. Waking up with, or even before the sun, had been a habit of his since his childhood days. You couldn’t grow up as a farm boy and be expected to sleep in. He would wake up before the sun in order to find that ten minutes alone time before his chores would start. So coming to Seidou, where practice didn’t begin till 5:30 am? Most days he was awake, waiting for his alarm to go off. Kuramochi-senpai had made it very clear that he wasn’t allowed to leave the room when the sun hadn’t even begun shining.

But some days, he got the opportunity to sneak out and be by himself so early in the morning. Carefully slipping his shoes on, and muffling the hinges with his towel so that no noise could be heard, he stepped out of the room. The minute he would make it out of the border of the dorms, his careful saunter immediately changed into a free-spirited run, sprinting at break-neck speed to appreciate the chill of the morning air and the quietness of the still half-asleep world. Making it to the field, he dropped his things in the corner of the steps, a water bottle still filled from the previous night’s planning, alongside his phone and keys.

Dropping to the ground, he began his morning stretches. Feeling the pleasurable pull in the back of his thighs as he stretched his legs out, he let out a happy groan. Reaching out to touch his toes, both individual legs, and together, he could feel his body awakening alongside his mind.

Standing up, he began his morning run at a slow jog, wanting to avoid any injuries caused by being overly excited. As his pace quickened, he allowed his mind to wander to the coach’s announcement from the previous night.

Kataoka Kantoku’s face was as impassive as ever, but there had been a slight upturn to his lips that belied his pride. “Good job everyone on our win today, the game was extremely well played.”

They had won the practice game, completely one-sided. The only reason the game had gone the full nine innings was for the sake of the game being a practice one – the more practice the better after all.

“So because of your good work, and with training week beginning soon, I’m ordering you all to take a day off. That means, tomorrow, there will be no practicing of baseball. Running and weight training will be allowed, but even then only for a minimal amount.”

It had felt as if the coach’s eyes had been locked on him during the whole announcement, pulling a bright blush to his face while a scowl grew on his lips. Even worse, it hadn’t escaped his teammates awareness either, for they all laughed at his expense, knowing how easily he would over-practice in his zeal.

So all he could do now was run a little, and not even to his full extent because he knew that coach would be made aware somehow. He wouldn’t be able to pitch at all tomorrow if he pushed himself too hard. With a soft whine, he slowed his run back down again, and changed his direction to head back towards the steps. Picking up his water bottle, he pulled off the lid, taking a large gulp of water. He could feel some of it spill out onto his chin, and instead run down his neck as cold rivulets. With a loud gasp, he finished swallowing and reached up to wipe the extra water with the back of his hand.

His phone showed that it was only 5:45 am, so he doubted that anyone would be awake yet, not with a day off. So his walk back towards the dorms was quiet, not wanting to disturb anyone’s sleep, even if he was full of energy. His room was still dim as he slowly eased open the door, the sun having not had a chance to seep into the room just yet.

Walking over to the window, he shifted the plants on the sill so that when he was finally allowed to open the curtains, the ones requiring the most sun would be at the forefront. With a gentle smile, he stuck a finger into the soil of his cactus, checking if it would need any water since it had been a few weeks since he’d watered it. Realizing the soil was a bit dry, he went to pull his finger out of the dirt, and accidentally brushed it against the sharp spines of the plant. With a wince, he pulled his hand back towards his chest, cradling the finger gently.

Seeing that his hand was fine, he laughed slightly and leaned down to pick up the watering can. With practiced ease, he gave every plant that needed water some nourishment, and a little extra love for his beloved sunflower. He had begun humming as he always did when working with plants, smiling to himself as the plants seemed to waken under his careful fingers.

–

Unbeknownst to himself, his humming had quickly transitioned into actual singing. When he lost himself to his plants and music, it was hard to pull him out of it.

“Imagine all the people. Living life in peace~”

While Asada had taken the day off as an excuse to go visit his family, Kuramochi was still asleep in the room, and found himself waking up to Sawamura’s singing. And like clockwork, every time he’d stumbled upon the singing, he found himself blushing even though his eyes continued to track every single movement of the pitcher’s. He had, however, winced slightly when he saw that Sawamura had hurt his hand, but luckily it was the right hand and it didn’t seem that any real injury had occurred.

Eventually, Sawamura was done and the singing stopped. Kuramochi immediately closed his eyes, working on bringing his breathing back to normal, as if he was asleep still.

–

With that done, he headed back to his bed, and stripped of his practice clothes. With none of his roommates awake, he wasn’t in as much of a rush as usual, though he was also slow, because it was only after he took his shorts and shirt off that he realized he wasn’t sure if he had any clean regular clothes left. Luckily, he still had one of the baseball tees Wakana had bought him for his birthday last year – he’d outgrown it slightly, but for a day off it was fine. Stretching his hands upwards to the sky, he felt the last bit of strain in his back from the day before’s game disappear. Slipping on the shirt, and a pair of khakis, he relaxed a little.

Because the day was so beautiful, he decided to go outside to read his manga, rather than stay cooped up inside. Reaching for the books shoved underneath his bed, he managed to find the latest volume of Kimi ni Todoke that he’d borrowed from Haruno. Kanemaru had been breathing down his neck for the past few days to get his hands on it as well, so he had to finish it today.

Straightening up from his bed, he accidentally made eye contact with Kuramochi, who had apparently woken while he had been puttering around the room. Curiously, his senpai’s face was bright red, but questioning Kuramochi-senpai was never a good idea. So with a bright smile, he greeted him.

“Good morning Kuramochi-senpai! The sun is shining very brightly today, would you like to join me for some reading or something outside?”

His smile dimmed a little at the glare he received from Kuramochi, and then the sharp hit on his head made him scowl. Backing away from the bed, he went to pick up his things and stomp out, but stopped by the sheepish voice calling him back.

“Ugh...sorry Bakamura. It’s just your voice is too loud and it’s too early.”

He whirled back around to glare at his senpai, who only laughed loudly before speaking again.

“Kyahaha, don’t make such a pouty face baka. You go enjoy your day reading your stupid shoujo manga, and I’ll enjoy my day with video games.” Kuramochi waved his hand dismissively towards the door.

With a huff, he headed towards the door, throwing one last annoyed glance back towards Kuramochi before reaching to open the door. Just as he was about to slip out, the shortstop called out one last comment that had him spluttering and blushing – both from embarrassment and anger.

“Oh by the way, Bakamura you’re singing isn’t half bad, but maybe not so loud when others are trying to sleep alright? Kyahaha!”

Grumbling about stupid senpais under his breath, he ran out of the room, back towards the field. But this time, rather than going down the steps fully, he simply sat himself down on the side of the steps, pressing himself into the grooves of the cement and hill. Slipping on some earbuds, and pulling out his manga, he easily lost himself in the pages.

Crying at Sawako’s diligent attempts at making friends with everyone in her class, her growing friendship with Kurumi, and everyone’s relationship struggles. He grinned brightly at Kazehaya developing relationship with his father, and even laughed at how similar it was to his own grandfather. As much as he loved baseball, there was just something simple and carefree about the characters in shoujo manga. They had their passions and loves, but it was friendship, romance and personal development that came first in their lives rather than a sport. Though, he did have to say, he was a bit partial to this one because Ryuu played baseball too.

I kind of wish I was as cool as he is with Chizu.

As the sun began raising to approach its peak in the sky, he began shifting slightly away from the corner he’d tucked himself into. As his feet moved to stretch out, they brushed something against something soft that had him raising his head from the manga. Blinking, he was momentarily stunned to see Nori-senpai sitting near him with a pair of headphones placed on his ears. He noted the absence of a book, but saw a rubix cube that the other pitcher was fiddling with.

Ripping out his earbuds, his moment of quiet realization quickly ended as he shouted in surprise, “EHHH? Nori-senpai, what are you doing here!?”

Luckily, unlike some of his other senpai, Nori wasn’t one to hit him when he was loud. Instead, his fellow pitcher simply sighed, removed his headphones from his ears and tucked them around his neck. From there all he did was just nudge Eijun, a subtle signal to quiet down, making him blush lightly.

Still, he quirked an eyebrow and gestured for Nori to answer his question.

“You looked like you were comfortable, and I wanted to know what you were listening to but didn’t want to interrupt your reading.” Nori laughed, something he normally didn’t hear which pulled a smile to his own face. “You were crying when I got here Sawamura, so I was definitely not willing to bother you until that was done.”

Giggling, he shook his head, and replied, “you could have if you wanted senpai, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal.” Unlike Kuramochi-senpai or Miyuki, Nori had never teased him about his shoujo manga, so he never went on about it during their rare conversations. “As for my music, it was just a playlist of anime soundtracks Wakana recommended me.” Pulling up his music app on his phone, he turned it around to show the other pitcher. “There’s about 60 sixty songs that are on the playlist,” he scrolled through them quickly with his thumb, “all of them are supposed to be soothing so I like to listen to them when reading manga.”

Nori nodded, before reaching for his own phone and pulled up a specific album on his phone. “I think you might like listening to this artist as well then,” he turned his phone around to show a photo of an album. “They remix the old legend of zelda game soundtracks - Majora’s Mask. It’s really lovely, and I think you might actually enjoy them!”

It was always fun to discuss music with Nori-senpai. He always suggested fun artists or songs for him to listen to, and somehow he always knew that Eijun would enjoy them. So he trusted that these would be just as interesting to listen to. Another thing he enjoyed was that on days like this, Nori-senpai wouldn’t force him into a long-drawn conversation. Eijun was naturally loud and enjoyed being around people, but sometimes he liked spending the day a little quieter and on his own.

Their conversation ended soon after, and he put his earbuds back on to finish the last bit of the manga volume in his hands. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as Nori raised the headphones back onto his ears – to himself, he laughed as he realized they were those cute cat ones that Shirasu-senpai had given Nori for Christmas last year. And like before, Nori continued fiddling with the rubix cube, easily finishing and scrambling the cube over and over again.

Another half hour or so passed in this manner, in which he finished the volume as well as the playlist he had been listening to. Standing up, he shook out his legs to allow blood flow to return smoothly. Straightening out his pants, and dusting off his shirt, he then leaned down to pick up his things and turned back to face Nori. Running a hand through his hair, he let his hand slide to the back of his neck.

“Guess I’ll see you later Nori-senpai! You should join me for my morning run tomorrow!” With a bright grin, he began to walk away, heading back to his room. Hearing the response to his question, he simply waved his hand in acquiescence and continued on his path.

Upon entering his room, he could see that Kuramochi-senpai had woken up and had now situated himself in front of the tv to play video games. Glancing at the screen he could see that it was one of the games that the shortstop had been raving about wanting to try out for a few weeks. However, he couldn’t remember when they’d had a moment’s breath for Kuramochi to have bought it. Apparently his confused thoughts had translated to not-so-quiet mutters, for Kuramochi grunted out a reply in the midst of a combo attack from the enemy.

“Borrowed it off of a guy in my class.”

Making the appropriate sounds of understanding, he walked towards his own bed, dropping the manga and phone down, while reaching towards his desk. Unlike the rest of it, there was one corner that was always kept clean and organized, even if it wasn’t obvious among the clutter. Tugging out his sketchbook and pencil case, he then went back to his bed to grab his phone once more. Calling out a loud goodbye to Kuramochi, he left the room once more.

Checking the time, he realized it was already past noon, so he changed his direction towards the cafeteria. Hopefully some of the kitchen ladies wouldn’t mind giving him the food in a packed container so he could eat outside. Luckily, with it being a day off, they were a bit more accepting of his odd request. Smiling at them brightly, he bowed deeply. Normally he would spout some archaic phrase of thanks, but he was excited to get back outside and settle down for the rest of the day. Waving and calling out greetings to the members of the team who were in the cafeteria, he proceeded to the exit, already trying to figure out what his focus was going to be.

As he wandered around the edge of the baseball field, he saw something poking out of the ground, somehow having evaded the lawnmowers. Smiling to himself, he sat down beside the plant, fingers already itching to turn the bright yellow petals into brushstrokes on his page. Immediately, he whipped open his sketchbook, past rough drawings of his friends, the baseball field. His fingers brushed Kuramochi’s face, drooling in his sleep while the shortstop was hunched over a pillow – he had fallen asleep during a video game marathon. His eyes got caught on a sketch of Nori and Miyuki playing catch together, smiles on both of their faces. He quickly flipped through the pages filled with his teammates, and landed on a blank page, closer to the end.

His tongue stuck out as he began roughly outlining the flower, using only the lightest of pencil lines to just get the geometric shapes of each part of the plant. Then he picked up his pen, letting his hand flow on the page. He had been drawing since he was a little boy – his one shelf at home as filled to the brim with sketchbooks. Once the flower was complete, he pulled back the sketchbook, bringing it to his eye level to see if there was anything he could do to make it better. Adding a line here or there, he made a satisfied noise and signed the top corner.

With a soft sigh, he continued sketching, a few more flowers from different angles, a sketch of the landscape – combining the field, the stairs, and the dorms all into one, and some random other things he felt like doodling. Drawing was soothing, like his plants and reading, it was a break from his more hectic life here at Seidou, and just overall. So when he would get the chance, he would try and document the important things in his life as sketches. The moments that fit the phrase “pretty as a picture.”

In the middle of a sketch of his shoes, he felt someone come near him, their height blocking the light he needed. With a scowl, he turned around, ready to shout for them to move out of his way. But seeing Furuya standing there with a confused look on his usually stoic face, only made him shake his head in annoyance before calling out, “Furuya if you’re going to hang out here, get out of the way – we only have a few more hours of sunlight after all!” Gesturing for the other pitcher to move, he turned back to his sketch. Glancing at his shoe that he’d propped up against his pencil case for some nice shadows caused by the angle, he made some final adjustments as Furuya settled down beside him.

Throwing a confused look to the other boy, he shook his head and focussed on his drawings. He noticed that Furuya had brought a baseball, which was rolling through his hands. A reprimand was on the tip of his tongue, ready to accuse Furuya of practicing when they were expressly forbade from anything rigorous. However, he stopped, eyes entranced by how at ease Furuya was when he was holding a baseball, how the normally tensed body slowly relaxed the longer the ball was in his hand. And more importantly, how pretty a picture it made.

So with slight adjustments to his posture, he slowly skipped onto another clean page, pulling out more of his pencils and rubbers to create another drawing. This time, his muse was Furuya and the baseball that meant so much to them. He could tell that Furuya had realized he was now the model, for his actions became slower, as if to help Eijun by staying still. But instead of being helpful, it only added stiffness to Furuya’s wrist and fingers, so he shook his head, encouraging his teammate to keep moving and be himself.

Wide, broad strokes defined the geometric shape of the palm, a rough circle placed the ball carefully onto the page. Then tube-like structures began shaping the fingers, the three circling around the ball, carefully cradling it in an understated strength. And then, he pulled out his heavy-weight pencils, a blending stump following to add the shadows that curled under each finger, that spread across the ball in patches. He continued to glance at Furuya’s hand that had yet to stop fidgeting with the baseball. In the dim evening light, there was limited light bouncing off his nails, but Eijun wanted to give it a view of early morning, as if light was slowly growing on the hand as the sun rose in the sky. Pulling out his white pencil, he added highlights, once more blending them into the rest of the hand.

Like each sketch, he held it away from himself, to see what needed to be fixed, and what was fine. He scowled at the shape of the tip of the middle finger and adjusted it, using his eraser to clean the edges of the shadows a bit more. When he was finally satisfied, he signed the drawing, before clearing his throat to attract Furuya’s attention.

“Here, you can take a look,” turning the sketchbook to face Furuya, Eijun tried to act as if his opinion meant nothing, “if you want of course.”

When Furuya reached out for the book, he handed it over, albeit a little hesitantly. And yet, there was no negative comments, only Furuya staring at it blankly. Pouting at the lack of a reaction, he crossed his arms, huffing out a breath in impatience.

“Well? What do you think? Did I do okay? What’s wrong with it?” He was definitely getting much too worked up over the sketch, but something about actually showing the person who he’d drawn was very nerve-wracking. He’d managed to go this long, with no one ever seeing his art, at least never ones of themselves. Harucchi had seen the one of oniisan-senpai in the middle of catching a ball, and had demanded a copy of it immediately. But that was the only time – everyone else who knew he drew assumed it was only landscape and plants.

But even after his prompting and pestering, Furuya didn’t reply. Instead, all he received was an intense glare from the other pitcher, making him scowl righteously in response. Then Furuya slowly ripped the drawing from the sketchbook, making him reach out in shock. And before he could formulate a response, the pitcher stood up, and walked away.

Scrambling up, he shouted after Furuya, confused and a little upset. Not so much because his drawing was taken, but because even then, he hadn’t been able to read Furuya at all. With a loud sigh, he dropped back to the ground, and packed up all his things. It was nearing sunset, and he knew that if he wanted to get away with an evening run, he would have to get back to his room soon.

The rest of the evening continued without any pomp, he simply dropped his things back in his room and then headed out with Kuramochi for dinner in the cafeteria. Eventually managing to escape everyone heading to Miyuki’s room, he changed into the same clothing from that morning, and worked out some of the pent up energy he’d been unable to expend from the lack of practice. By the time it approached lights out, he’d managed to slightly tire himself out. In the back of his mind, he could vaguely remember the threat of a math test later on that week, and managed to focus for about thirty minutes, but gave up quickly to instead go to bed.

Waking up early, meant that he often went to bed early to compensate. An athlete needed an appropriate amount of sleep after all. Unless you were Miyuki, who most of the team wasn’t sure actually slept.

Another day complete, another day off taken care of. His eyes slid shut, satisfied with everything he’d done that day.

–

Waking up the next morning, slipping into his practice clothes again, he headed out for his run. Exiting the room, he was surprised to see something stuck to their door. Pulling it off, he blinked, before laughing brightly at what he saw.

It was a crude drawing of what was supposed to be a hand holding a baseball. A left hand.

“It’s horrid. How cute.”

Here’s Eijun’s first drawing of a daffodil & his drawing of Furuya’s hand holding the baseball: (drawn by yours truly)

And then, here's Furuya's attempt at a hand :D

#daiya no ace #sawamura eijun #kuramochi youichi #kawakami norifumi #furuya satoru #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #eijun week #day 5 #ray ray writes

[glitch-writes]

“personal holiday”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandom: Haikyuu!! Relationship: Ennoshita Chikara/Futakuchi Kenji/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Implied/Referenced Sex, Marriage Proposal, Birthday, Warning for fond uses of 'shut up' in case that's not your thing! Words: 1629

Summary:

This year, Ryuu and Kenji's gift is tied with a question.

Chikara wakes slowly, his body still thrumming, every inch of him wonderfully worn.

Christmas is for couples, and what better way to wrap up the night than to celebrate the next day, with the birthday boy in the middle and being used to his heart’s and body’s desire for hours, until his throat aches from screaming and sleep overwhelms him.

The 26th of December is their own, personal holiday. It’s reserved for stealing a few extra hours in bed - tangling legs and rubbing feet as they whisper hoarse ‘good morning’s and ‘happy birthday's, kissing shoulders and running fingers over bare torsos to elicit tired, content sighs.

Ryuu behind him runs hot, a furnace pressed against his back to guard him from the early winter chill. Ryuu’s kisses are slow, one after another on the back of Chikara’s neck, lips lingering after each before moving on to trail across his shoulder. Ryuu's hands are just as slow as they roam, his palm warm on Chikara's skin as it slides down his side and to his stomach.

Kenji in his arms is gorgeous and unguarded, the iron walls around his heart lowered just for them as his soft eyes search Chikara’s. He’s stronger than steel, but in the mornings, he looks as gentle as the light pouring through their cheap curtains. Skin like porcelain and hair like silk, in the mornings he seems ethereal, too beautiful to be real, and yet, he's solid to Chikara's touch, his breath hitching as Chikara tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

Instead of pulling away, Chikara leaves his hand there, cupping Kenji's cheek and brushing his thumb over Kenji's cheekbones. “You're beautiful--” Chikara whispers like an afterthought before he feels the bead of sweat behind Kenji's ear, “--and nervous. What are you nervous about?”

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