#trying to break him out of Mitsuki's grasps

[wannaeatramyeon]

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Moon and Tide

F!Reader. Colleagues to Lovers. Mitsuki leaves, Ryuhei has some realisations.

Ryuhei experiences his first heartbreak at nineteen.

(In truth, his heart had broken time and time again with his unrequited love. Each time that Mitsuki dismisses him, each time he saw her with Shiba Inu.

But each time he used to see her, he also fell in love all over again too.)

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Shortly after Sinu Han leaves, Mitsuki also departs.

"What?!" Ryuhei slams both fists down on the boardroom table, "Then I quit." 

"Haven't you harassed her enough? She obviously doesn't want you to follow." Samuel Seo gazes over the top of his glasses, smirk on his face and relishing the blonde's distress.

"Watch your mouth." Ryuhei snarls, low and menacing, a clear warning as any.

"Samuel is right," Eugene is calm, voice even. "Please respect Mitsuki's wishes this one time." Unlike all the other times you've ignored her boundaries does not need to be said.

The room stills at his words. The chairman has spoken, although it does nothing to dissipate the tension. The air hangs heavy. Like an elastic band stretched taut, to its limits. 

Samuel observes Mandeok tensing and Ryuhei’s nostrils flaring, and he wonders who will break first.

Ryuhei's eyes flit around the room. The silence, lack of support, from Kenta or even yourself is damning.

"Fuck you," he hisses. Leaving, not wanting to be here a second longer.

The door slams, reverberating off the walls.

"My apologies for Ryuhei's interruptions," Eugene gestures to you, "In Mitsuki's absence, Y/N will take on her duties and title."

You give a curt nod to the rest of the room, acknowledging your promotion, but your eyes stay glued to Ryuhei's empty seat.

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To both of your surprise, you're the first one to reach out.

(You like to think it’s you fulfilling your new duties as president. The alliance, the uncomplicated relationship you always had with Ryuhei helped too.)

Gently knocking on his room door, calling his name. The voice, the tone, the pitch pulls him out of his mood. Briefly, for a second, before he realises the two of you sound nothing alike.

"Go away," 

He watches you respond by jiggling the handle aggressively. So much so that the entire door shakes then a second later - it opens with you striding in.

"That's handy," Ryuhei, lying in bed, glances over at you rearranging the pins back into your hair, "And a complete invasion of my privacy."

"Like you ever cared about anyone's privacy,"

Right. Another jab about Mitsuki. One that he used to take on the chin because it's true, he's not ashamed. He pines after her openly, certain that everyone in 2A would have heard of his antics by now, if not the whole of Workers.

Tonight is a different story. It's less the wound being raw and tender and more Ryuhei is missing an entire limb.

How can she leave without saying goodbye?

He misses her.

Ryuhei throws the covers over his head.

The message is clear though not enough to drive you out or to muffle your voice.

"You have 3 days to get yourself together, then I need you by my side."

Fuck off he wants to say. But what's the point anymore? 

"I have negotiations that could go wrong. I need all the manpower I can get my hands on."

Like you wouldn't be able to handle it by yourself, a small voice in his brain retorts.

Whatever. This, Workers, everything has all been a complete waste of his time.

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Ryuhei was officially Mitsuki's bodyguard, and it makes sense that his duties now extend to you.

Everything else thus far has transitioned smoothly, except your current dilemma: how do you deal with a bodyguard that doesn't want to guard you?

After the three days, you barge in at the crack of dawn and try to wrestle him out of bed. Out of the room that stinks of despair and depression.

A one sided obsession that has run its course, ended in the best way it could. You don't voice these thoughts out loud.

Ryuhei is a dead weight in your arms, childish and insolent and completely unhelpful. 

He's a grown man. There's little you can do.

Your lips crease thin with fury but no words spill forth.

You leave without him.

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It's a full week later that Ryuhei musters up enough energy to crawl out of bed, throwing on something half presentable to stretch his legs.

Wandering the corridors, guilt creeps over him when he sees you talking to Kenta, right arm bandaged and in a sling.

Kenta nods at his friend's reappearance, you ignore him completely.

Well. He supposes he deserves that.

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Seeing you kick starts a little change. 

Not a lot, enough to get Ryuhei out of bed every day and put up an appearance of semi-normality. Key word: semi.

He slumps over a desk half the time, willing away the hours by fiddling with the edges of papers and documents, heart aching.

(A small part of him, maybe the most pathetic part, wants to doodle Mitsuki's name over and over.)

Other times he takes to training with a ferocity that surprises himself.

The only moments he feels anything other than a hollowness is when he's by your side. Eyes constantly attracted to your broken arm. 

Steel pins, Kenta had mentioned, face grim as he clicks his lighter, adding that it was only thanks to your quick thinking the executives of Workers made it out alive.

Huh, it was that bad?

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The guilt builds, claws under his skin and at his conscience. Could have sworn you were ambidextrous except now he watches you struggle with your dominant hand out of action. 

He's not sure if it's out of stubbornness or forgetfulness that you have used chopsticks all week. Albeit your dexterity has vastly improved since Monday, watching you is nothing short of exasperating.

Ryuhei’s peace offering comes in the form of a spoon.

You've barely exchanged words since that day where you tried to hoist him out of bed. Only on a needs-must basis. Terse and to the point.

You were thoroughly pissed off and everyone knew it.

Righteous in your anger at first. You had explicitly said that you needed all hands on deck, implicitly asked for his help and frustrated he couldn't separate his personal feelings enough to do his job when there are lives at stake. Over the past couple weeks, your ire has reduced, cooled until he is now nothing but a thorn in your side.

"Go on, just take it," The thorn in your side holds out the utensil.

You ignore him.

"Or else I could just feed you?" He offers, a hint of mischief returning to his eyes.

Ryuhei huffs when you tell him he can try if he wants a broken arm to match yours.

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Inch by inch, you thaw.

Would have thawed quicker if Ryuhei lessened his efforts to get back into your good graces, causing headaches and extra work more often than not.

Still, he tries. Following you around, part bodyguard, part puppy. You appreciate it in hindsight. It’s almost cute.

Little by little, he also regains the bounce in his step.

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Ryuhei tries once to contact Mitsuki.

She says she has no plans to return or to see him again.

She doesn't offer anything else.

He stays silent the whole time.

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Some may consider that a form of closure, Ryuhei isn’t sure. Things at least get slightly easier after that.

Once an all encompassing searing pain, the hurt and heartbreak eventually settles and dulls into a throb.

Normalcy becomes less of a facade.

Ryuhei flips off Eugene in earnest, tells Samuel Seo to eat shit with sincerity, struts 2A with his confident gait once more.

"Nomen," you nudge him lightly with your shoulder. Even with your mask on, he can hear the smile in your voice. "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah," he agrees. It is good to be back.

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Not everything is smooth sailing, however.

In his more melodramatic moments, in which there are many, Ryuhei vows never to love again, never to so much as gaze at another woman, and promises a lifetime of chastity.

You snort at the declarations.

"What?" He snaps and you pointedly return his gaze as he remains indignant, "You don't count."

You let that particular one slide but- "Who's going to sleep with you anyway, you're a pathetic asshole."

"A very handsome pathetic asshole," he corrects.

"Hmm." Yet you don't disagree.

It's only later that day, stuck in another godforsaken meeting with you and Eugene, when boredom strikes and his mind wanders that Ryuhei realises that you didn't refute his claim.

He watches you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed.

Huh.

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Ryuhei doesn't care about you, not like he cares about Mitsuki. Though he doesn't care about anyone the same way he cares (cared?) about her.

It's not personal.

His relationship with you has always been easy, flirtatious without intent. 

Sharp words and double entendres litter your conversations. Fun during the better moments, aggravating during others. Skin deep, superficial. He doesn't know you beyond the limits of your words, not really, and the experience is mutual.

Others have commented on your strength and character before. Formidable. A force to be reckoned with.

Even more have taken note of your looks, a common water cooler topic. 

To Ryuhei, you're like the moon. Sure you're nice to look at. Yet when Mitsuki is the stars and beyond; dazzling, glittering with untold adventures, how can anyone possibly compare?

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(In the end, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Though not in the way Ryuhei expects.)

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He carries out his new bodyguard tasks without complaint. 

It only made sense with your arm out of commission, and him technically and almost literally being your right hand man, that he carries your bag, your coffee too. Really, whatever you need.

What’s more, he now knows you take your coffee exactly like him. Quadruple shot, milky and disgustingly sweet.

Spends more time scrolling on your phone than a president probably should.

Hate sitting with your back to the door. And in meetings where there are no other options, Ryuhei makes sure to position himself opposite instead of being next to you. Himself sat where you would have preferred. One eye on any potential dangers, and giving a reassuring, roguish smile that eases your worries.

Bags under your eyes naturally mean a poor night’s sleep. Bags under your eyes and hair in a ponytail means you do not want to be here today. Something you would never voice out loud, but Ryuhei can read you anyway. 

On those days, he makes sure he’s always one step ahead and extra considerate. He’s not completely altruistic, he also doesn’t want to be shouted at again.

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The emptiness still comes and goes, catches him out when he least expects it. Usually he feels Mitsuki’s absence more than remembers her presence.

Ryuhei notices you a bit more too, these days. Ever since your offhand agreement.

The way you say his name is nothing like how she used to. The way you look at him is nothing like how she used to. 

It’s actually warmer.

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“You fucking idiot,” your tone is a complete contrast to your gentle hands, now completely healed and bandaging up his instead.

Ryuhei pouts with mock hurt and you roll your eyes. You will not give him sympathy, not for this.

(A yelp diverted your attention earlier today, and you rushed to find Kenta holding his lighter and Ryuhei cradling his own hand, wincing in pain.

You took one look at the two guilty faces and realised that the blonde moron wanted to learn how to set his finger alight like Kenta without hurting himself.

Ryuhei is one thing, but you expected better from Kenta. You turn to him, disappointment painted on your face and tell him exactly that.

“What about me!” Ryuhei had the audacity to pipe up. You roughly snatched his wrist and dragged him away.)

“Don’t set yourself on fire again,” you punctuate each word by sharply jabbing him in the chest with your finger.

Ryuhei flutters his eyelashes at you in a way he thinks must be quite charming and endearing. Who knows where the hell he got that idea from. You’re tempted to gouge out his eyes more than anything.

Somehow, you manage to resist. You also refrain from rolling your eyes at him again.

(You worry if you do that anymore, they might get permanently stuck and never return back to normal.)

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Ryuhei studies his injured hand. Lying in bed, other hand behind his head, holding it up into the direct path of the silver moonlight cutting through the darkness.

He moves it, angles it this way and that. Letting the highlights and shadows illuminate your neat handiwork.

Something about this makes him feel funny. A little light headed.

He can’t recall the last time anyone touched him so kindly. Can’t recall anyone ever taking care of him when he’s been hurt before.

If he squints and looks at the neat little knot just right, he can almost see a heart shape.

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It’s odd.

Were you always this flirtatious? Was he always this coquettish with you?

Did you always return his taunts with such a sparkle in your eyes?

When did you start having so many inside jokes, your own moments snickering together?

And it’s like he can finally see you. No longer subjected to his previous tunnel vision, he finally understands what everyone has been saying.

You’re much more stunning than Ryuhei remembers.

He also doesn’t remember your smile making him feel this way before.

Lastly, he remembers saying ‘you don’t count’. His words have come back to bite him.

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Ryuhei wakes up at his usual time on a Wednesday.

It’s a nothing special sort of day.

Slinks out of his bed like he usually does, goes about his day as he usually does, teases you with intention and a quickened pulse. Which… ok, that one is new.

All in all. It’s fine. It’s an unremarkable Wednesday.

Except the dull ache in his chest, one he has had to endure for the last couple months, isn't there anymore.

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There’s a different type of guilt at play.

First-

When you’re used to something for years and years, it takes time to break out of a habit. For the first time, Ryuhei begins to see his attachment to Mitsuki as the unhealthy obsession that it is. 

He’s not fully ready to pick this apart just yet.

Second-

How do you separate a rebound from something real? That you’re not just a replacement, a new person to pass the time?

And that idea, that you’re a replacement for anything, shocks him. It’s unimaginable to think of you as a passing fancy because you deserve so much better.

That really should have given him an inkling. 

On the other hand. When Ryuhei has only surrounded his love life with the one red flag, and himself being the other red flag too… he has a lot to learn.

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Unfortunately you did get one thing right: Ryuhei is pathetic. His baseline personality is an absolute simp. 

Maybe it would have been different if his informative years played out differently. Alas.

Alone, he tries to dissect his thoughts and feelings. In your company, he is much more simple. Constantly wanting to capture your attention, which you give easily and with minimal conditions. 

Ryuhei can now read you like the back of his hand, knows your preferences so well that he’s able to anticipate your needs before they develop into needs. Wants, at best. Perhaps not even that.

And when other people look at you, the desire shown easily on their face that he has tried to tamper down, his possessiveness and jealousy flares.

Unsubtle shoulder barges and sneers are thrown in their direction.

But Ryuhei is nothing if not patient. He supposes it won’t be so bad if you turn him down and you’re happy with someone else.

He’s used to that.

Giving you the opportunity to turn him down though, he’s not sure yet how to go about.

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Conveniently, an opportunity does arise.

Celebrating the new Fifth Affiliates, Eugene had said, showing his face at the gathering for about ten minutes before leaving. 

Then the two newbies, who Ryuhei doesn’t bother to get the names of because he sure as hell doesn’t want to know anyone with tacky ‘H’ tattoos (on their forehead and neck for crying out loud!), leave shortly after.

Ryuhei also considers it a small victory when Samuel Seo departs, after a very witty verbal sparring to see who can tell each other to fuck off in increasingly creative ways.

“You’re so fucking juvenile,” you sigh, though you begrudgingly admit that you were impressed throughout that display.

“At least I got the last word in,” Ryuhei grins, giving the finger to Samuel’s retreating back.

The room empties out at a quicker rate now that the non-mandatory, completely optional (if you want to keep your job) gathering is devoid of the more severe senior management.

No more than another 30 minutes pass and only you and Ryuhei remain. Two small figures in an oversized room, full of empty tables but one.

Ryuhei rests one elbow on the table, propping up his head and looks at you with a cocky smile.

“Remember when I said I’m never going to gaze at anyone ever again? That was a lie.”

“Really.” You deadpan, resisting once more the urge to roll your eyes. It might be the most difficult thing you have ever had to do.

“I lied when I said you don’t count too.”

Ryuhei, for all his flaws, has only ever been forthright with his emotions. In his own roundabout and very sex-pest way with Mitsuki, though he did confess in the end. As for right now, well, he has learned his lesson.

You give him a response he didn’t expect.

“I think you should spend more time on your own first.”

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Ryuhei is immediately placed on a leave of absence the next day.

You explain clearly to him as he sits opposite, his very official letter scrunched in his fist and feeling extremely petulant, that while you do like him, he needs some distance to everything.

He only hears the first part. You like him? You? Like? Him? The words swim round and round in his mind.

“Ryuhei,” you snap your fingers and him out of his daze.

“Then what’s the problem?” he whines.

“Don’t make me into another Mitsuki,” Ryuhei opens his mouth to argue that he won’t, there is no way- 

“Ryuhei,” you repeat his name again in an authoritative tone that leaves no room for argument. Echoing your words from yesterday. “You need to spend more time on your own. This is non negotiable.”

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Ryuhei sulks like there is no tomorrow.

Tries to manifest you outside his door but to no avail. He doesn’t see you at all.

That just about surmises his first week.

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The week after, he thinks about you. How strange that you started as colleagues, almost friends first. How well he actually knows you.

Now months after Mitsuki has left, Ryuhei can only piece together fragments of her.

Even still, he had never seen the whole picture. He never knew her in her entirety, only the portrait he painted.

What becomes exceedingly clear is his one sided behaviour.

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The fog, the rose tinted glasses fully lifts in the fourth week.

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The sixth week he carefully pries open the past.

Gently picks apart what he wasn’t ready to before.

Moments of self reflection are painful, embarrassing. If the earth could open up and swallow him whole, he would gladly take it.

He still feels something for Mitsuki, though pertaining more to the remorse and shame side rather than anything else.

In an ideal world, he would seek her out and offer an apology for his past behaviour. However, in the real world, that only helps to alleviate his own conscience. 

He has already reached out once before and she has given her answer.

Nothing else from Ryuhei now would benefit either party.

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Two full months later, Ryuhei sees you once again at work.

Your smile still makes his heart flutter and brain short wire.

Except he can now see you as a whole person, all your flaws and faults too. What he used to ignore with Mitsuki, blinded by his obsession. 

His feelings for you don't change.

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Ryuhei wonders when he started to like you.

Thinks his heart liked you before his brain even realised. When the time is right, he needs to apologise for how long it took him to fully catch up.

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He remembers thinking of you as the moon once, paling in comparison to the stars and the great beyond. 

That wasn’t quite fair. Wasn't accurate at all.

If you are the celestial body, luminous and hung high in the heavens by the gods themselves, then Ryuhei considers himself the tide.

He understands now, with its lunar radiance, there is nothing that comes close.

Quite simply: 月が綺麗ですね

(The moon is beautiful, isn't it?)

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At twenty, Ryuhei experiences real love.

Experiences what it truly means to love and to be loved.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #ryuhei kuroda #ryuhei kuroda x reader #ryuhei x reader #wannaeatramyeon #3.5k words on this fucking asshole #a little. maybe a lot OOC. #trying to break him out of Mitsuki's grasps #✨character growth✨ #making this pathetic meow meow less pathetic

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Oh hell no!

24

"So, we're settled. What you are going to do now is relax. I will call on each pair and tell you what kind of service you will render this weekend and of course, all the details," she says and sniffs giving her nostrils some air.

She calls on the first pair and talks to them and she gives Inojin a piece of paper. Next are Chocho and Mitsuki. She sighs before standing up and I can sense the uneasiness in her aura.

"Relax," I whisper and she smiles awkwardly. I peek at Mitsuki and he was smiling as always. Both of them proceed to face our adviser and just like earlier, our adviser instructs them and gives them a piece of paper. The same goes with the next pair and the next until it's our turn.

"Kawaki and Sarada come forward," she says and I stand up from my seat. I go first and moves in front and the jerk seems uninterested. Everyone is staring at him may be wondering why he is still not moving from his chair. He just gives us a boring look but he has no choice but to come in front. He unenthusiastically stands up and comes down.

"All right, you guys listen up. You two are going to the Fujiyama residence this weekend. Here..." she lays the paper in front of us and we both grasp on it at the same time. I try to take it away from him but he is tough. He wants to play tug with me, huh? I pull it closer to me and he pulls it on his side. We are exchanging electrifying stares that give more tension to the atmosphere.

"Hey, you're going to tear it apart," she cuts us off from pulling each end. We look at her and she smirks at us.

"Give it to her," she commands and he scoffs removing his hand from the paper and putting each of them in his pockets, and walks off.

"The details are written in the paper," she says and I nod. I get back to my seat and take a look at the paper.

"Such a pain," I mumble and sigh. I keep it underneath the desk. I turn on my side and Chocho's faintly pouting. I wonder what's wrong with her. I nudge her on her side and she looks at me still has those pouting lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask while furrowing a brow. She tries to refuse to answer but I stop her already by glaring at her.

"Okay, okay! I give up," she says raising both her hands in defeat.

"Tell me what's wrong with you," I demand and she sighs. She whispers in my ear and I patiently listening to her stories.

Oh, she and Mitsuki got a messenger job this weekend. Since the postman is on sick leave.

"Well, that's good for you. You like letters, right?" I tease her and she sulks like a kid. I giggle at her expression to tease her even more.

"Well, I'm still luckier than you thought, unfortunate little girl," she counterattacks and she leaves me in awe. Oh my goodness! Now, I remember that hell awaits me this weekend. I cup my face when I realized it and she is laughing at me now and sticks her tongue out. I pout at her teasing face.

"What do you get?" she asks me. I tell her and she is happy about it.

"What's the meaning of that face anyway?" I ask her while twitching a brow.

"Well, your task is more interesting than us, to be honest," she says and closes her book and puts it under her desk.

"Is that so?" I want to confirm if it's okay.

"I worry more about the result of your task with Kawaki. I am pretty sure he will make you do all the work. He got a tramp card against you," she points at me and waves her index finger in front of me.

"That's not fair," I retaliate and pout. I know there is a high possibility that he will do that.

"He is unfair and stubborn don't forget about that," she adds and it makes me cringe.

"And a jerk," I add and shake my head in disappointment. Why do I have to be paired up with him?

"Life is so unfair. Why?" I utter and bows my head while my forehead leans against the desk and making space for my eyeglasses not to break apart.

I went to him to hand him a copy of our task right after our class and he doesn't seem to even try looking at me so I am forced to speak to him, "Hey, did you hear me?" the jerk turns to face me and replies with "Huh?" like he never heard me say a word.

"I say here's a copy of our task this weekend. Don't forget, okay? Don't let me do it alone for your sake. It's a shame if you'll make a girl do all the work," I tell him with glaring eyes and he gives me an insulting face and sharp cold eyes.

"You are being bossy again. Are you forgetting who is the real boss here?" I know he is going to bring up the letter again.

"At Kyoto Station at 8 a.m. Don't be late I won't be waiting for you," I say and leave right away before he could speak to me. I don't want to hear what he is going to say. I don't know what was his reaction and I am not interested to know. Let's see if he'll come on time.

Saturday, 7:50 a.m.

I look at my watch to see what time is it. Ten more minutes and the train is on its way. Guess what? The jerk is still not here and it's almost time for the next trip to our destination. It will take two hours to get there. I got all the things needed for the community service.

As per instruction, we are not allowed to go home until the task is over. Meaning to say, we will stay two days and one night with the Fujiyamas. Time check it's 7:55 a.m. I can see the train coming my way and the jerk is still not here yet. I will go with or without him. I give him a copy of the details of Mr. Fujiyama and I think he won't be lost.

Before the train gets to stop in front of me, I think I've sighted a familiar face walking in my direction. Mind you that person is nothing interesting. Then the train stops and passengers coming out one by one.

"So, you came," I say not looking at him. He did not respond and gets on the train without a warning.

"Hey..." I mutter and follow him while carrying my bag full of clothes and other personal belongings.

He immediately sits on and puts the earphones on his ears like a monkey-looking alien while listening to whatever he is listening from his phone. I notice that he only has a backpack with him. Does he even have clothes with him? Okay, why do you even care, by the way, Sarada? I am scolding myself like an idiot.

I sit facing him and try not to be disturbed by his presence. He is not looking at me but looking outside the window. I glance at him once in a while but he is not moving from his position. I wonder how boring his life could be. Well, it's none of your business, Sarada.

I check on my phone if there are messages and I'm glad there is one if it's not Chocho I wonder who would it be.

Well, I am right. It's from her and her message is all about, "How's the trip with Kawaki?"

Is she expecting something else besides him being a jerk to me?

I type my reply to her and it states, "Do you expect him to be nice today? Not going to happen." And she did not reply after that. Maybe they have dived into the work already. I hope her team up with Mitsuki will be a success. Oh, I must pray that for myself, right?

After two hours and five minutes, we have finally arrived! The train stops and I start to carry all my things out of the train. The jerk and I coincidentally stand in the doorway at the same time and we do not honestly fit to pass through it together and someone needs to go out first and the jerk won't let me. How rude... I pout at him and he ignores me. So I move out after him and he keeps his pace without turning his back at me.

Does he even know he has someone with him?

"Hey, are you sure you know the place?" I call out to him. It seems that he is going in the wrong direction based on where he was heading to. He did not respond to me.

I scroll through my phone and search for the location of Mr. Fujiyama's address through my phone's GPS and it's telling me to follow the jerk. Did he come here before? It's my first time here though. So I followed him.

He stops at the bus station. So, we are going for another ride? The bus stops and the jerk gets inside shortly and I'm still halfway to the station so I need to rush over to get on time. Why did I bring too many things by the way?

He sits on the vacant seat and I do sit behind him. He keeps listening to music through his earphones and he doesn't look like he cares about the world. I'm scowling behind him and he seems not to notice me.

We stop after fifteen minutes and the jerk stands up from his seat and walks his way off the bus. I look at my phone and the GPS says we're already here. I start to wonder how the jerk handily found this place.

When I finally moved down, I find a great field in front of me.

"This place is completely different from the city," I mutter and the jerk was standing beside me not uttering a single word. The place is in the countryside. The fresh air is relaxing and the view is truly beautiful. I never grow up in a place like this and it's precisely the best place I've gone to.

"Hey, who are you looking for?" an old man from the field calls out to us. He walks in our direction and removes his hat upon arriving.

"Good morning," I greet and bow my head and he replies with a greet too.

"Is Mr. Fujiyama here?" the jerk finally says. The old man furrows his brows in confusion.

"Who are you guys, by the way?" he asks and shows a suspicious face to us. Do we look like criminals or what?

"This is the first time I saw you two here. You don't live here, do you?" he continues.

"We are high school students who have a community service program as part of our curriculum. Here..." I show him the paper with the details of our task. He nods as if to say he understands what I am saying to him.

"Mr. Fujiyama seeks help on his farm because his son is sick that is according to his letter sent to our school. So, we are here to assist," I explain, and the old man looks convinced based on his reaction.

"That is true. Did you see that house over there? That's his house. Well, this is the way," he says and shows us the narrow path in the middle of the field.

"Thank you so much, old man," I say and bow my head to show my gratitude to him. The jerk just walk off without saying thanks to the old man who helped us. Can someone teach him some manners? I just smirk at his attitude towards others and later on follow him to the Fujiyama's residence.

He doorbells and waits in front of the red-painted gate. Three, four, and five seconds and the gate is still closed but I heard an indistinct sound of a child from inside. A voice of a little boy.

"Grandpa, someone's outside," finally a clear sentence echoes from the inside.

"Alright, be careful or you'll topple down," an old man's voice replies to the boy.

The gate creaks and someone is opening it. It slowly opens and reveals an old man in kimono and a little boy.

"Hey..." he utters and stops when he realizes there are two of us outside. He then glares at the jerk. He seems to be familiarizing him or something. I look at the jerk and his lips slowly open. He is going to say something.

"Long time no see, grandpa Simone,"

25

"Long time no see, grandpa Simone,"

I heard the jerk talk to the old man. So, he knew him. The old man blinks his eyes countless times and stretches his eyes to know who is the person in front of him.

"I'm afraid you are... Kawaki?!" he utters surprisingly and taps his shoulders. The little boy beside him seems confused about what is happening around him. He looks at me and I smile. He hides behind his grandpa's kimono. Even I am glad that this jerk knew Mr. Fujiyama.

"You're a grown-up now. I barely recognize you," he chuckles and moves him closer to his chest like he is going to hug him. The jerk did not complain nor object to the old man's gesture.

"By the way, who is this beautiful girl right here? Is she your girlfriend? Are you paying a visit to us together?" the old man concludes and I almost puke at his statement. His girlfriend? Why would people think that? The last time we were called boyfriend-girlfriend was when... the moment my first kiss was stolen. Argh! I hate to reminisce about that obnoxious memory of him stealing my precious first kiss.

"No, no, no! That's not it. We are here to..." I'm quick to refuse and I shudder when I utter those words to him.

"We're here because you called for our help," the jerk finally says and Mr. Fujiyama switches his gaze at him and twitches his brow in confusion.

"We are here for our community service requirement for our graduation," I add and he looks stunned.

"You mean, you are students from that school I wrote to a week ago?" he says while nodding his head.

"I'm sorry to keep you standing outside. Please come in," he invites us inside. I carry my things with me and the jerk walks straight inside the old man's house.

"I am Sarada, nice to meet you, Mr. Fujiyama," I offer my hand for a shake and he accepted it.

"No need for Kawaki to introduce himself because I already knew him," he laughs. The jerk just shakes his head. I notice that the little boy is tugging on Mr. Fujiyama's kimono and the old man finally notices him.

"By the way, this is Taki, my grandson. You haven't met him before Kawaki," he speaks to him, and the jerk looks at the kid.

"Is he Yukito's son?" he asks the old man and he nods to confirm it. I don't know what they are talking about. So I think I'll just listen to them silently.

"I see. Where's Yukito?" he asks and the old man gets inside the house and we follow him. He is leading us to his son's room. When he opened it, his sick son is lying on the mattress.

"Sarada, dear. It looks like your bag is heavy. Let me show you to your rooms while you stay here," he says and leads us to our rooms. He turns left and tells the jerk that it's his room and the right one is mine. Our rooms are facing each other.

"After you unpack your things can you proceed to the living room?" he asks and we nod as a response to him.

"Well then, see you there," he waves goodbye at us. I look around the room and it feels lovely in here. The design is simple yet elegant in the eyes. I wonder who's room is this. I unpack my things and prepare my clothes to wear when we get to work.

After I brought out the clothes, I head to the living room as per Mr. Fujiyama's instructions.

As I walk near the living room, I hear indistinct voices chattering and I figure out that they are all there talking including Taki.

"So, Taki's mom died a year ago?" I hear the jerk said. The old man nod and I can see how Taki's face gloom.

"Why don't you join us, Sarada?" Mr. Fujiyama notices my presence and I join in.

"I'm sad you haven't met her. She was as great as your mom," he laughs bitterly when he said it. I can tell. I think this is a family talk and I am not in the position to hear all about this. I noted that the jerk stays silent when Mr. Fujiyama talked about his mom.

"Well, I think let's get to work," he says while smiling at me. Taki smiles at me too. His gloomy face becomes brighter now.

"Yeah," I utter as my reply to him.

"Yukito has already planted some vegetables on the farm before he got sick. I asked for help to harvest the cabbages and lettuces to be sold in the market. I'm too old to do all the work. And if we don't harvest and sell them, we will starve to death. Taki is just three and doesn't know how to do this stuff," Mr. Fujiyama explains and we nod.

"Do you know how to farm and garden, Sarada?" he asks me and I was startled.

"Yeah, I know... a bit..." I give him an unsure laugh and the jerk scoffs.

"I taught Kawaki how to farm when he was young. I bet he still knows how right, Kawaki?" and he laughs. The jerk did not respond but smirk.

"Oh, I see," I muttered awkwardly.

"Okay, get change and I will show you how to farm," Mr. Fujiyama laughs and Taki laughs with him too. He is so cute with dent teeth.

So, I change my clothes. Mr. Fujiyama gave me a spare of his farming outfit glad that it suits me.

I went out to look for them and they are waiting for me on the farm. Taki waves at me as if to say that I should hurry up and come to them quick. I run and walk in their direction. The jerk is on his farming outfit too.

I look around the place and it's really beautiful. I wish I have family in the countryside to pay a visit during summer vacations.

"Emilia's outfit suits you," Mr. Fujiyama remarks. Is he complimenting me?

"It's flattering, Mr. Fujiyama," I reply and I think my cheeks blush.

"Just call me grandpa or Simone, that would be better," he says and sighs.

"By the way, who is Emilia?" I ask and Taki's face saddens.

"Taki's late mom, right?" the jerk confirms, and Simone nods.

"I'm sorry," I mutter and look down. I didn't intend to bring her up.

"No worries. It's okay. Let's get to work. I will teach you how to harvest the cabbages and lettuces," he says and smiles.

"Yay!" Taki jumps and yells joyously. The little boy seems to enjoy it. Simone laughs at his grandson's demeanor.

"Taki loves going here with us," he tells and I nod and smile at the young boy.

"Okay, look how I do it," he tells me and he starts to teach me how to harvest the lettuces. It's really fun to watch him do it. He let me try it and it is not that bad for a first-timer like me.

"You're doing good, Sarada," he comments and I smile at him. I glanced to my right and the jerk is effortlessly harvesting the cabbages. Wow! I can't help myself from being amazed. So, he did this before. I move closer to Mr. Fujiyama and watch him harvest some of the lettuce on his side.

"Hmm... Mr. Fujiyama," I call out to him and he stops from his work.

"Hmm," he responds to me and I clear my throat before speaking again, "You and Kawaki are relatives?" I think my curiosity will kill me in no time. He laughs before he answers my question.

"We are certainly not related," he snickers and I utter 'oh' in surprise.

"But how do you know each other?" I keep asking like a reporter and I don't know why I am asking him anyway.

"You two aren't that close, are you?" he asks with gauging eyes. I startle when he said it.

"Not really..." I stammer when I reply to his question.

"I see. I haven't seen you chat since you got here," he remarks and it makes me feel bad. I just give him an awkward smile.

"My son Yukito used to work in the city before and his apartment was right next to Kawaki's house. I met Kawaki when he was eight," he tells a story.

"I visit Yukito every once a year and I found Kawaki at his apartment and they were hanging out together. At first, I wonder why my son who is a lot older than Kawaki would hang out with him, and later on, I figured out from Yukito that he treated Kawaki as his younger brother. Yukito sometimes brings him here before and I taught him how to farm or harvest vegetables," he reminisces, and some things are clear to me now. I keep listening to him narrate the past events.

"I am relieved somehow that my son wasn't alone in the city but that boy has changed," he says and gazes at the jerk. I'm urged to look at him too while he is harvesting the cabbages. I wonder what he meant by he had changed.

"The last time I saw him was from his mother's funeral that was six years ago," he continues and I unexpectedly get goosebumps. His mother was dead?

"I didn't know about that, " I stutter and glance at the jerk.

"You sure did. Yukito told me that Kawaki has changed. He doesn't smile and laugh anymore like he used to. He isn't the boy I met years ago. I can see through it right now," he notes. He and I are kinds of missing one of our parents. It's so sad.

"It's so sad losing someone you love," I mutter unconsciously.

"Indeed," he agrees.

"I lost my dad too when I was still very young," I confess, and Mr. Fujiyama seems to be surprised.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sarada," he apologizes and I shake my head.

"I know dad won't be pleased if I will live my life in loneliness. So I have to be happy and strong for my mom," I say filled my chest with hope and positivity.

"That's right. I know Kawaki will get through it one day," he says with high hopes in his voice.

The day ends with all the vegetables harvested. I wipe the sweats on my forehead after my gloves and boots were removed. It's getting dark too and I think we will resume by morning.

"You guys clean yourselves up and I will prepare our dinner," Mr. Fujiyama says pointing at the bathroom.

"Hey, I will help you cook our dinner," I volunteer, and he snickers.

"Are you sure? You must be tired now," he assures and I shake my head.

"No worries. I will change and clean myself up a bit and will help you in the kitchen," I say and rush towards my room and get my change of clothes. I head straight to the bathroom and start washing my face.

"Taki, after Kawaki you clean yourself up, okay?" I hear old man Simone tell Taki and the little boy nod while smiling at him. He is really cute.

"I'm done!" I say and breathe heavily.

"Get out of the way," the jerk suddenly appears and slightly moves me to the side.

"What a grumpy jerk!" I scowl and I hear old man Simone and Taki laugh.

"You seem not on good terms, huh?" he chuckles and I pout. I then change the subject real quick.

"Let's get to the kitchen and cook," I say and he nods. Taki sits on the chair waiting for his turn in the bath.

"We will prepare ichiju-sansai for tonight because we are celebrating our first day of good harvest," old man Simone says and I just nod smiling at him. So we started preparing the food. After an hour and we are finished.

"What a feast!" Taki yells when he sees the foods served in front of us.

"Sarada cooked all of them," old man Simone says and I think my cheeks flush.

"Let's dive in!" old man Simone mutters and we all say, "itadakimasu" at once and stare at the food for a second.

"I'll taste first," Taki says and picks from the plate and immediately puts the food in his mouth, he munches and stretches his eyes.

"Delicious!" he shouts. I clench my chest in relief. He liked it.

"Thank you, Taki," I say almost whispering. I'm overwhelmed by his remarks on my cooking.

The two men start picking and eating the foods I made and old man Simone seems to like it. The jerk didn't say anything and keep munching on the food.

"She's better off cooking than harvesting on the farm," he comments. Just what? I am not sure if it is a compliment or an insult.

"What did you say?" I scoff and he is not looking at me.

"Forget it," he says still munching on the food and not looking at me. I pout in disgust. Old man Simone and Taki laugh at us.

"You know I haven't done farming or harvesting before. I am still learning jerk!" I retaliate.

"You know what? You remind me of Yukito and Emilia. They are like this sometimes. Fighting over silly things," old man Simone reminisces. I disregard his comment and focus on the food. I did not talk to the jerk anymore.

"Big brother Kawaki, If you will marry big sister Sarada, she will cook you delicious foods like this every day," we both puke and cough at Taki's statement. Old man Simone laughs at us and I think my entire face turns red.

"Not going to happen!" the jerk and I shout at the same time! The kid has a silly mind and they burst out laughing.

We proceed to rest after our dinner. This day was tiring as ever but I have learned a lot. I didn't notice that I was yawning countless times now. It's time to sleep.

Squawking birds wake me up. I look at my watch and it's 5:20 a.m. I get up from the bed and head straight to the bathroom to take a shower. After a few minutes and I'm done. I dress up and proceed to the kitchen to help old man Simone to cook for breakfast but when I got there, the foods were already served on the table still hot.

"You made all of these alone?" I say and he startles. "I'm sorry if I surprised you," I apologize and he shakes his head.

"Come on, sit down," he invites me and I accepted his offer. I sit on the chair facing the food he had prepared.

"They look delicious," I remark and he chuckles. "Of course, they are made by one and only me," he says then laughs.

"Good morning," Taki greets and he settles on the table. The jerk is behind him, all dressed up.

"Good morning boys," old man Simone greets back and he speaks again, "Taki, my boy, can you bring this tea to your dad's room?" The little boy nods and descends from the chair and gets the cup of tea from his grandpa and went to his dad's room right away.

"Okay, let's eat when he gets back," he says upon settling on the chair. I smile as a response to him. A few seconds later, Taki comes back and we started our breakfast. It was just a normal breakfast for normal people of course. Then after that, we get back to work.

"This part is not that broad just like yesterday. We will finish it by 10 a.m. Sarada, you will harvest the cabbages today. Kawaki, can you teach her how to do it?" old man Simone asks him and he did not answer. I just notice that he is not using his tramp card against me. Hmm... What happened?

"Watch closely," he says and he starts harvesting the cabbage.

"Hey, can you do it slowly? I can't see it properly. And can you give me the steps?" I tell him and he looks annoyed.

"Just watch, you're a fast learner, right?" he smirks and gets back to his work. He intentionally makes it fast so I can't keep up. What a dirty trick!

I follow what he was doing and I can manage somehow. Old man Simone tells me I'm fine so I guess it's okay. So I keep doing what I have started and gladly it went well.

I hear Taki laughs like he's tickled and when I glance at him, the jerk is truly tickling him. They are hanging around. The jerk chases him and when he gets a hold of him he will tickle him to his side and Taki's going to laugh. Both of them are shabby. Dirt is all over their clothes but they look happy with each other's company.

I stun when I see the jerk laugh and smile at Taki. It was the first time I saw him smile, ever. So he certainly knows how to smile but it's quite costly on his part.

"This is the first time I saw Kawaki smile after his mother's death," old man Simone suddenly appears like a mushroom beside me.

"It's my first time seeing him laugh too," I say with honesty.

"You two have the most unlikely bond but I think you will overcome it and you will become very good friends when the time comes," he says vaguely.

"I doubt it," I say pouting.

"You know what? You look adorable when you two fight," he laughs hard this time. I shake my head in disbelief. He is joking, right?

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Fujiyama," I say and bow my head.

"Come on, you don't have to be that formal, Sarada. I should thank you both for helping us out," he says and gestures in front of me like 'it's nothing' and laughs like his usual demeanor.

"Big brother Kawaki, please visit us some time," Taki tells the jerk. The jerk again smiles at him and messes with his hair.

"Taki's right, you two must come here for a vacation. I am hoping you will. And I wish by that time you are no longer fighting with each other," he laughs again and the jerk smirks. I give him an awkward laugh.

I wave goodbye at them and we wait for the bus to pass. After a few minutes, I eye on the bus coming our way. It stops in front of us and I grab my bag from the floor but before I completely get inside I unconsciously tell the jerk, "You should smile sometimes, it makes you less grumpy," then I hop inside the bus I slightly hear him say, "huh" but I ignore him. I look for a vacant seat and settle down.

This trip sure was insane, but I loved it so much...

7Chapter 26

"How's your weekend, Sarada?"

Chocho asks after we settled down. I give her pouty lips while I am taking out my things from my bag.

"Hey..." she makes it sound long to calculate my mood, I guess. I look at her with my brows raised.

"It went well if you're asking about our community service," I say and return to my work. I think I already know what she was implying about my weekend.

"Hmm..." she hums suspiciously as if she is not convinced with my response. I just focus my attention on my things.

"What about you though? How was your weekend with Mitsuki?" I ask trying not to let the conversation die.

"It was kind of busy yet great," she says casually.

"Like nothing strange happened?" I raise one of my brows and look suspiciously at her.

"What kind of strange thing are you talking about?" she asks furrowing her brows at me.

"Like... Hmm..." I mutter and then squint at her.

"Like he told you he likes you accompanying him?" I tease her and I can tell how her cheeks blush.

"Why the heck would you think that?!" she flusters and I slightly laugh.

"You are always there for him though," I shrug and she looks in his direction, and she immediately returns her gaze at me.

"We are friends, just friends, you know?" she feebles, and her face glooms.

"It's alright," I say while rubbing her back to comfort her. Chocho and I came early to school. The room isn't filled with the class yet.

"Good morning, Sarada," Sumire greets me upon entering the classroom with Boruto.

"Good morning, Sarada, Chocho," Boruto greets us as well while wearing a smiling face.

"Good morning," I greet back them and smile.

They settle down and Sumire starts to talk to him, "Our community service was one of the best. I hope there will be more before our graduation," she is smiling. She looks so beautiful when she smiles.

"Yeah, that was one of my best experiences so far," Boruto replies smiling at her.

"Aren't they lovely?" Chocho presses me on my side and I look at her. She is giving me a smirk and I look down not to look at them anymore. I decided to grab a book underneath my desk then Chocho nudges me on my side again.

"What?!" I snap. Then her lips point at the doorway and when I turn to eye what she is trying to make me see it's just the jerk walking in the room.

"Good morning, Kawaki," Yodo greets him with a smile on her lips but he ignores her miserably. I can see how she scowls at his back. I try not to have direct eye contact with him. He walks past me and I know he doesn't bother looking at me. What for though?

"What's with that face?" Chocho says and pokes my cheek.

"Hey, stop!" I respond irritably and she pouts.

"Well, based on Kawaki's reaction nothing great happened with your community service," she says. Of course, nothing great would happen if you work with a jerk.

"What did you expect about the outcome anyway?" I say and roll my eyes.

I glanced at Yodo and she crosses her arms while pouting. Tsubaki tries to talk to her but she is telling her to shut up.

"How unfortunate..." Chocho mutters and I raise one brow and she grins.

What she's thinking?

We stop from our not so important conversation when our teacher arrives.

"Let's walk together to the council's office Sumire suggests after our class this afternoon. I did not expect her to ask me.

"Is it okay? Boruto may like to accompany you going there," mind you I stutter when I said that.

"No, it's okay he is busy with his club though and I don't think he would," she says. What does she mean?

I tell myself to ignore it and did not ask her about my doubt. Lovers quarrel? It doesn't sound right but I should not mind, right? I still haven't confirmed their relationship but it's pretty obvious I just don't want to believe it.

"I see," I murmur.

"Let's go?" she says and I nod and we head to the club's office. She is talking while we are walking. She tells me about their community service and how they enjoyed it. I just listen to her. She is fun to be with, to be honest.

"What about you? How did your community service go with Kawaki?" she suddenly asks and I stammer.

"Huh?" the only thing I utter.

"What's wrong?" she asks so confusedly.

"W-Well, it went well. I enjoyed it," I say and give her a very awkward laugh. I think I look so stupid in front of her.

"I noticed that Kawaki isn't that friendly. Don't get me wrong but I never saw him socialize with others nor talk to some of our classmates," she says and puts her hands behind her.

"Well, he is a total jerk," I say boldly and immediately cover my mouth. They unexpectedly slip from my lips.

"What?" she stops walking and faces me.

"Well, he is anti-social, rude, and a jerk," I say honestly. I have no choice but to justify my former statement because she has heard about it.

"Was he rude to you during your community service?" she stretches her eyes in shock. Well, you know he was, right?

"Hmm. If not talking to you is being rude then he was," I say and she drops her jaw when she heard it and then looks ahead of us.

"He must have a problem," she utters. She sounds kind of worried about him.

"You think so?" I ask cluelessly. She might be correct or he is just a jerk. Well, it's none of my business.

"Yeah, but I think it's none of our concern anymore," we have the same thought in mind.

"Yeah," I utter and finally we have set foot. Everyone is already there and they are waiting for me to arrive and we start right away upon my arrival.

Sumire keeps her apprenticeship and slowly occupying the things she must learn. She is clapping both her hands for me. She is very supportive of everyone too.

"You guys are amazing!" she says cheerfully and then she tries to imitate me in one of my scenes. It's embarrassing seeing her do that but she is truly funny. I can't help myself from laughing. Our practice has ended and we are about to leave the room.

"You know, you did great. You have memorized that line? Cool. I think you will be part of the club in no time," I say to her and her eyes glitter upon hearing my words.

"You think so?" she asks while giggling. I nod and she smiles.

"I can't wait for that time to come," she is optimistic. Well, she will for sure. We walk off and head out of the campus separating our ways.

Well, if she's like that, I am defeated. I think I have lost the war.

"All right, listen up guys," Boruto starts. The red team assembled in a circle. We are in the field planning for our race tomorrow.

"This is our setup for tomorrow," he continues. He puts the board at the center with an oval drawing that represents the oval in the field and the points where each team member will position.

"On the first base from the starting point, it will be Iwabe. He runs fast and gets the record of second place from our last year's fifty-meter dash. I am pretty sure they will put Lee or Wasabi on the first point," he starts explaining and it looks like Iwabe agrees with him.

"On the second base, it's Shikadai. On the third base is Namida. On the fourth base is Denki. On the fifth base is Dae, he runs fast too. On the sixth base is Tsubaki. On the seventh base is Sarada and I will be on the last base. Do you have any objections?" Boruto asks and everyone shakes head to respond 'No' to him. So, we have finally settled and are ready for tomorrow's relay activity.

I turn to my right and see Mitsuki discussing with his teammates. Well, he is the only one who can lead that team. I secretly gaze at Chocho and laughs when sometimes gapes while listening to Mitsuki.

"We can't lose against them. You know it's a drag studying P.E. and still fails later on," Iwabe says and everyone laughs at him.

"Yeah, that's why we need to do our best here," Boruto encourages everyone.

"I guess we're ready for tomorrow," Tsubaki shrugs and I nod.

"And I can't lose to that girl either," she says gazing at Sumire. She then looks away and walks off. Everybody is so determined to win the match tomorrow. Well, I need to have that spirit as well.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" I ask Chocho who is munching on her snack as we walk home.

"The relay makes me hungrier you know?" she says while chewing the food inside her mouth. I give her a wry smile.

"Well, my team is ready to beat you up though," I tease her and she narrows her eyes looking at me.

"You can't beat us. We have in our team the champion in track and field," she boasts and picks another chip from her snack and lands it in her mouth.

"But unfortunately, they have you," I tease her more and she looks sharply at me.

"Sarada!" she screaks and I burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry I was just kidding," I apologize. My hands are on my stomach because it hurts when I burst out laughing.

"Well, we can't lose. You guys are the geniuses and studying is no big deal to you," she keeps her stand and tries to explain to me.

"We can't let Iwabe down you know. Let's do our best," I say and bump her to her side. She pouts and continues to eat her snack.

7:59 a.m.

We are now in the field and waiting for our P.E. teacher to arrive. I do not feel good about this race.

"Sarada, are you okay?" Namida asks me when she notices that I'm fidgeting at the back.

"Yes," I stutter and she furrows her brows. She seems not convinced with my answer.

"Don't worry about me, okay?" I say and try to smile. She nods and walks off. We are now divided into two based on our teams.

I can't stay calm because...

Kawaki's POV

I'm walking my way inside the school building when I sight on the dork running towards the locker. I arrive there in no time and she is changing her shoes already.

She closes her locker and aims to walk off when I block her way. She looks at me with a puzzled face may be wondering why I am blocking her way.

"What?" she snaps raising one brow. That annoying face again.

"I just want to remind you that I am now collecting charges from your foolish action last time," I say while opening my locker and takes out a pair of shoes.

"Collecting what?!" her voice raises upon hearing my statement.

"So, you have forgotten how you scanned through my bag without my consent," I say while changing my shoes. She did not utter a word. I get up and face her. She's looking seriously at me.

"So, you are going to blackmail me again, huh?" she says holding her temper.

"Whatever you call that," I respond looking at her burning eyes.

"What do you want now?" she tries to stay calm despite her angered self.

"All you need to do is help me win the race or it's troublesome for you to tutor me with this subject," I say and close the locker. I give her a proposition.

"Are you for real? You know I can't do that," she refuses.

"Okay, let's see what happens after the race," I say and leave her. I know she'll do it. She will make her team lose for me.

"You're the worst monkey-faced jerk ever!" she shouts but I ignore her.

Well, let's see what she'll do...

7Chapter 27

Our P.E. teacher arrives and he gestures to assemble in front of him. Both teams fall in line. He is making an announcement.

"All right! I guess you are ready for the relay. I just want to remind everybody that this relay race is to build teamwork and connection with your teammates. I am expecting good tactics and teamwork from you all. Good luck and follow me. We will start the relay in ten minutes," he says and waves to go to the oval.

I unexpectedly glance at the jerk and he does the same at me. We look at each other's eyes and then he smirks. He walks off together with the class and I am left dumbfounded for seconds.

"Come on Sarada. We will beat your team up for sure," Chocho chuckles and pushes me to follow the crowd.

I don't feel good today. I am stuck between helping the jerk's team win and not wanting my team to lose either. I scratch my head in confusion. What should I do? I am afraid about what will happen if I let the jerk lose. Will he give the letter to Boruto? Damn it!

"All right all members of each team go to your respective positions from the first base to the last," our teacher commands, and everyone positions.

"Go Boruto! Go for the win!"

Seriously? Boruto's fangirls are here? They are everywhere and it's annoying. I look around and the field is surrounded by people. What the hell is going on?

"Go Kawaki, go! Whooo!"

Oh, he too got a cheering squad, eh?

"This is insane. These annoying fangirls again," I hear Tsubaki say. She is annoyed by them too.

"Oh my... Yodo is so damn hot in her P.E. uniform," I turn to see who's talking and Yodo got her fanboys too. Yodo flips her long blonde hair and the boys giggle. Speaking of the popular on the campus.

"Listen up! When you hear the whistle, it means that the race commences. Are you ready?" our teacher says on the megaphone and we all responded with a scream of 'YES''

"All right! On your mark, ready, set!" our teacher yells and whistles.

I can see Iwabe runs against Lee. Boruto was right. It's either Lee or Wasabi they are going to put at the first base. Lee is running ahead of Iwabe but he is coping up. What to expect from a track and field champion? Different cheers and yells echo in the field.

Members from both teams cheer for their teammates. My knees tremble. I still don't have my final decision about the jerk's proposition. Am I going to let them win?

Lee finishes ahead of Iwabe and now Chocho's in possession of the baton and is running for the next base and Inojin is waiting for her. Shikadai is now running behind Chocho and he is almost at her side. Chocho's weight is blocking her though.

"Almost there, Shikadai! Go for it Shikadai!" I hear Namida cheers for Shikadai. You know I feel so awful. I can't cheer for my best friend and I can't even decide for myself. Shikadai overcomes Chocho and is now running ahead of her. I'm sorry Chocho.

Suddenly, I am astonished at what I am seeing. The jerk is walking in my direction and stops beside me.

He is... He is on the same base as me? No way...

"So, you have decided?" he utters and looks at me. I did not respond but I gulp instead.

He looks at the running members and he seems not disturbed about the race at all.

"Your teammate is running ahead of ours now but I am sure that blonde artist will cope up," he keeps talking and I turn to see them. Namida is struggling and is running out of breath. Inojin is coping up with her. I can see how my teammates do their best to win this match. Cheers from the crowd echo. I still did not respond to him. I don't know what to say anyway.

I can see Denki cheer for Namida and Yodo is waiting for Inojin. I sigh countless times. I shake my head to make me come back to my senses but it's not working at all.

Yodo and Denki are now running for the win. Both Mitsuki and Dae are waiting for them to come at their bases. Yodo and Denki are equally running in their direction. They arrive at the same time. Mitsuki and Dae are now running towards Sumire and Tsubaki's bases. Dae runs ahead of Mitsuki. He is one of the best runners though.

"Come on, Dae. Come on," I cheer in my mind. I think I have decided. Damn you jerk! I'm not going to lose this race.

Dae comes first and Mitsuki is running behind him. Tsubaki takes the baton and runs in my direction. Sumire is running behind Tsubaki now. It's a close game. Tsubaki sure not going to lose against Sumire. Tsubaki is running as fast as she could and increasing the gap between her and Sumire.

Good job Tsubaki. We will win this! I cheer in my mind. I glance at the jerk and he is pouting in annoyance. Tsubaki is almost at my base. My teammates are now cheering on top of their lungs.

"Go for it Sarada!" Tsubaki says upon handing the baton to me. I nod and smile at her. Before I leave, I glance at the jerk and grin and run as fast as I could. His irritated face occupies my mind and it makes me want him to get more upset. I am running towards the smiling Boruto. I turn at my back and see how the jerk is coping up with me. There is no way we are going to lose this race.

I'm almost at Boruto's base when suddenly, I step on a slippery part of the oval and stumble to the ground. I hear the crowd scream "Oh..." sounds so dismayed.

"Sarada!" Boruto runs in my direction and helps me get up.

"I'm fine, Boruto. Get this and run for our win. The jerk is coping up," I stutter because the wounds on both my knees are bleeding and they are painful as hell. I got scratches on my elbows as well.

"But..." he worries but I stop him.

"It's okay just go," I say, the jerk is almost there and Kawaki arrives at the base and hands the baton over Wasabi. Boruto accepts the baton and runs after Wasabi. I squint when the wounds sting. I am sitting on the ground and I can barely move my knees.

To my surprise, the jerk kneels in front of me and takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, and tries to clean the wounded area.

"What are you doing?" I surprisingly say still not processing in my mind what he is doing to me right now.

"Just shut up. Your voice is annoying," he says and I am shocked. He is cleaning the wounded area, can you believe that?

"Hey stop, it's fine. I try to take his hand away but he spat my endeavoring hand away instead.

"If you don't want to get an infection, shut up," he says like he is scolding a stubborn child. I don't know but I let him do what he is doing right now.

Our teacher together with the class approaches us. Even though I was injured, the race went on and Wasabi won the race.

"Are you okay Sarada?" our teacher worries and the rest of the class as well.

"It feels like I broke my knees," they are shocked and I am just joking.

"I will take her to the clinic," the jerk volunteers and leaves everyone in shock. Well, that includes me of course. Wait, he said he will take me to the clinic? But it still seems not to process in my brain. He kneels facing his back at me. Does he want to carry me on his back?

"Are you sure about it Kawaki?" our teacher wants to confirm.

"Yeah, we can call the clinic and get her a stretcher," Yodo suggests.

"That will take time. Just make sure that you'll give my team a proper awarding ceremony," he says to our teacher and he gestures to me to get on his back. I hesitate at first and he whispers indistinct words.

"Okay, I'll leave Sarada in your care," our teacher sounds defeated and he lets him carry me to the clinic.

I didn't hear any objections nor any noise when he starts making steps away from them while carrying me on his back.

"Why are you doing this now?" I ask out of my curiosity. He did not respond immediately.

"I am doing you a favor," he says and I wrinkle my forehead.

"What does it mean?" I say with a puzzled mind. He scoffs and speaks, "I know you'll do it,"

He thought I helped them win the race?

Kawaki's POV

"You think I helped you win?" she snaps behind me. Didn't she though?

"That was just for show, right? You know you are a great actor," does it sound very complimenting? I am certainly grateful for that.

"It was not acting, you jerk! I truly slipped!" she yells behind me.

"You're doing me a favor because you think I helped you win, right? How ridiculous!" she starts with her annoying rants again. I thought it was just acting but this dork fooled me.

"So, I should not do this thing then?" I say and threaten to drop her to the ground. She squeaks when I did that and she spats my back.

"Hey, are you going to kill me?" she yells again. Her voice is damn annoying.

"Shut up or else I will certainly kill you," I portend to do so, and she did not make any more noise until we get to the clinic. I don't have any choice left but to bring her here. She will surely scream for help if I will leave her midway.

"Hey, what happened?" the nurse immediately approaches us. I drop her on the bed and the nurse checks on her.

"I slipped during our relay race," she says, and the nurse checks on her wounds.

"Your wounds are not bleeding anymore. Did you apply compression on them?" she asks the dork and she looks at me. The nurse turns her back at me and gestures 'Oh' like she's surprised or something.

"So, your boyfriend did?" she chuckles, and the dork stammers. Why would people think I am this dork's boyfriend?

"No, no... He is my classmate. He offers to bring me here himself," she clears the doubt and the nurse nods like she understands and apologizes.

"I got to go. Your fatso friend will come here for sure," I say and open the door to leave the place.

"Wait," she stops me from walking out.

"What?" I ask turning my head at her. She looks away when I turn to face her.

"Thank you..." she says almost whispering. I turn my back at her and completely leave the clinic.

What a dork...

I walk into the hallway and everyone is looking at me. I don't know why they are doing that. I'm heading back to the locker because I know for sure they are already there to change clothes.

"That geek was lucky. Kawaki offers to bring her to the clinic," I hear someone say from the hallway and they stop gossiping when they notice my presence.

"Look, don't you think something is going on with them?" I glance at some who are staring at their phones. Most of them are scrolling on their mobile phones and switch their gazes at me when I walk in front of them.

Just what the heck is going on with these idiots?

Before I get to enter the locker room the dork's fatso friend blocks me away.

"Hey, you look suspicious, you know. I know you did something to Sarada," she points her index finger at me. I know the dork never misses at least one word to tell her best friend about her life.

"Don't accuse me of something stupid," I tell her and completely enter the locker room. I pretend not to know anything she was saying but I am pretty sure the dork's going to tell her later. This is why girls are damn annoying.

"Hey, Kawaki. We won!" that blonde artist, Inojin cheerfully tells me.

"I know," I respond and proceed to my locker, open it and bring out my uniform.

"We all did our best," that Mitsuki says and smiles.

"And I guess everyone is okay with our win," I say and closes my locker.

"You are acting strange lately. Hey, are you guys dating? I mean you and Sarada," that moron comments. I look coldly at him and I see how he scowls at me.

"Why did you think that?" Denki asks.

"Well, these two were acting strange lately," that moron briefly explains.

"It's none of your business," I say and walk past him. The blonde idiot is in front of me and he just shrugs when he sees me. I ignore him and completely leave the room.

I head back to the class and everyone inside seems surprised when I enter the classroom and all of them are holding on to their mobile phones. That peevish blonde girl stands up from her seat holding her phone in her hand. The amateur director stops her but she ignores her gesture and walks in my direction.

"So, you two are getting into public now?" she tells me. I don't have any idea about what she is saying.

"Get out of my way," I tell her but she is persistent. She does not move.

"You two are really up for something, huh?" she keeps blabbering things I don't understand.

"I don't know what you're saying, so move. You're blocking my way," I tell her and she slightly moves to her side. She looks upset and I am clueless as to why she is acting that way.

"You can always refuse to say the truth but it will come out eventually," she says but I ignore her. She is annoying as hell.

What are they thinking? What the hell is going on?

28

I stayed for like two hours in the clinic until I can manage to walk somehow. Chocho never leaves my side. I told her to attend the class but she was persistent. She brought me food and everything else I need. I got the greatest friend ever. I'm so lucky to have her as my friend.

"You sure you are okay now, Sarada?" she's worried that I'm still not okay.

"Don't worry it's just that my wounds are slightly stinging but I can walk now," I say but she doesn't look convinced with my answer.

"Are you sure? You don't look completely fine. Why don't you go home now?" she suggests but I shake my head in disagreement.

"No way, I can't miss more classes today knowing that the pre-final examination is approaching," I did not consider her suggestion and remain stubborn.

"You are a hard-headed girl," she tells me in defeat. She helps me from getting down of the clinic's bed.

We thank the nurse and bow our heads before saying goodbye. Before we can completely leave, she gives me the list of medicines to take to immediately heal my wounds.

"Thank you so much," I say and we leave. Chocho is still in assisting mode for me. I tell her that she doesn't need to worry about me but she is sturdy and couldn't help herself from worrying.

I noticed that some of the students are staring at us and whispering to their friends while we are walking in the hallway. We are heading to the locker room for a change of clothes. I wrinkle my forehead as to why they are acting that way.

"What are they gossiping about? Do you have any idea?" I ask Chocho but she just shrugs.

"They all look weird," I remark switching my gaze from left to right. They seem to talk about me. A thought came to my mind.

"Chocho, do you have your phone with you?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"I left it in my locker. Why?" she furrows and I grit my teeth. There must be something going on behind my back.

"Let's hurry to the locker. I feel bad about this," I tell her, and we rush to the place though my knees are still stinging.

I immediately look for my phone when I get to my locker. I scroll through one of my social media and my jaw drops at what I've seen.

"No way..." Chocho utters in disbelief as she peeks at my phone.

It was a photo of us, it's the jerk while carrying me on his back. A lot of my friends shared the post and gossip about it. What shocks me is the caption. The caption says:

"Kawaki and Sarada are dating?!"

I go to the comments and they made me feel even worse.

"They now went in public."

"No way, Kawaki is dating the geek?"

"This is a joke, right?"

"Where the hell is he taking her?"

"I think it's started from the Tournament date HAHAHA."

"Sarada you are so famous now. Can I have your autograph?" Chocho teases me and I scowl at her.

"This is not a joke!" I snap and she gestures "sorry" to me. Who the hell took the picture? Why this went viral?

"Look, Yodo commented too," Chocho tells me and she's right, Yodo commented on the post and she said, "He just volunteered to take her to the clinic. It's no big deal "

"Yodo sure has a grudge against you. My gut is telling me so," Chocho rolls her eyes, and I nudge her on her side.

"She is right though," I say and she crosses her arms.

"You know she is obsessed with Kawaki. You better be careful with her," she warns me, and I scoff.

"She has nothing to worry about. I am not interested in that jerk. She can have him all she wants. I need to do something to stop this false information from dissipating across the platform and probably the whole campus," I tell her while scrolling through my phone.

"What are you planning to do now?" she asks me. Honestly...

"I don't know. I don't have anything in mind," I say and she sighs.

"What the hell?" she utters faintly. She takes out her uniform from her locker and walks to the comfort room.

"What should I do?" I breathe heavily while scratching my head. The lock sound echoes in the entire room. Chocho is currently changing clothes and I am still troubled about my problem with this false information in front of my face.

The door creaks and shows Chocho who had changed clothes. She walks in my direction and takes my phone away when she gets near me.

"Leave the issue for a while and change. We will solve the problem once you're done," she says calmly and I feel a bit relaxed. Her voice is comforting me and I nod. I take my uniform out of the locker and proceed to change. She waits for me outside.

"Chocho!" I squeak and she panics.

"What happened?" she asks anxiously and I stop running in her direction.

"I'm sorry. I overreact," I tell her and give her an awkward laugh.

"Sarada, I'll kill you! You know you scared me. I thought something happened to you," she berates and pouts in front of me. I gesture to her like I am apologizing.

"I think I know what to do now," I feel so determined. She raises one brow as if to say I should tell her what's on my mind.

"I will talk to the jerk," I say, and both her brows rise. She is wondering by now for sure. I know that expression.

"What will you discuss with him?" she asks cluelessly.

"Well, let's see what I can do to fix this mess," I say and drags her out of the locker room.

"The way you drag me out feels like you are not injured at all," she sarcastically tells me. Well, when I am determined to do something, I forgot about something else. This issue is a lot worse than my wounds. If I don't do anything to fix this before it gets to my mother's knowledge, then I'm surely dead.

We head back to class and the moment we enter the classroom our classmates be like, "Sarada?!" They all look surprised when they saw me. I am surprised by their reactions as well. I notice that most of them are holding phones in their hands.

Darn it! I am in the headline of their feeds! Where the hell is the jerk? He must help me fix this mess.

I look around the room and the jerk is nowhere to be found.

"He is not here," I mutter and Chocho says, "Huh? Did you say something?" but I ignore her. I step back and aim to leave the room then Chocho tries to stop me but I can't right now.

"I will be back," I tell her and she keeps trying to ask me things but I am quick to move away.

"But your wounds..." the only words I hear because she is slowly fading from my sight. I must find him right away and end this idiocracy.

I look for him in the cafeteria but he wasn't there. I went to the library and he wasn't there too. I look for him at the stadium but he wasn't there either. Where the hell is he?

I glimpse above the Grade 10 building and see the water tank. At the rooftop? He must be there. So, I head straight in the direction of the water tank.

I pant as I climb upstairs. I am tired from running since earlier. I think my knees will give in any time

"Ahh!" I scoff and put my hands on my knees. My wounds are stinging again. Oh, crap! My knees are slightly trembling but I think I can still make it up there. I get up and slowly make steps upstairs until I finally reach the top.

Air blows my hair upon opening the door but I keep making steps forward. The dazzling sunlight is blocking my eyesight as I lift my head to see if someone is on top of the tank because I have sighted someone's reflection earlier.

"Meow... Meow..."

A cat?

"What do you want, dork?"

Hey, it's him!

I can see him now. He is petting the cat on his lap. I did not know he likes cats. How surprising.

I clear my throat before speaking, "I need to talk to you. It's very important," I tell him and he lifts one brow.

"Talk about what?" he boldly asks. Didn't he know?

"About the false rumors about us," I tell him and he tilts his head a little as if to say that he doesn't know what I am saying.

"False rumors? What are you talking about?" which planet this jerk came from?

"Don't you have a phone? Don't you have social media accounts? This rumor of us dating is spreading all over the campus and it's insane. Can't you do something to stop this?" I tell him seems like he is clueless as to what is going on.

"Deal with it yourself," he says boldly. Is he for real?!

"Are you serious? Aren't you distracted by this?" I snap and he keeps petting the cat.

"Not really. I don't have a phone anyway. And I don't care," mind you I drop my jaw at the selfish and ignorant guy right there.

"You...!" I madly point at him and he only gazes at me with his usual cold eyes.

"Those stupid rumors will vanish in a blink of an eye. Throw your phone away if it's a nuisance to you," is he suggesting me something stupid?

"It's easy for you to say it, but not for me. It's better if it's just you but it includes me and that's the problem here. Did you know that you are the most insensitive person I know? Well, what to expect from a jerk like you?" I say and immediately turn my back at him.

"If you think what I said was being insensitive then you can deal with it yourself," he says before I completely leave the place.

I turn and glare at him and speak, "I hate you!" I raise my voice and turn to walk back inside the building.

"You'll regret hating me," he says but I ignore his words and keep my pace away from him.

I annoyingly pout as I walk downstairs. That jerk is getting into my nerves. To my surprise, Yodo is leaning against the wall like she's waiting for someone.

"Yodo..." I mutter.

"So, how's secretly meeting up with Kawaki turns out?" she utters and looks coldly at me.

"I wasn't secretly meeting up with him. Don't get the wrong idea," I defend. I was not though. Why would she think that?

"Stop acting like an innocent genius child. I know you are secretly crawling onto Kawaki's legs like all the other girls out there," she is spitting nonsense at me right now.

"Stop assuming things, Yodo. I went to tell him to help me end these false rumors about us dating or whatever you think we are. I am not interested in him," I want to end this conversation right away so, I walk past her. But before I can leave her she speaks to me again, "You better mark your words," it's all I've heard and it's enough to leave her alone.

I hope all these bad things will end soon.

7Chapter 29

"Leave Kawaki alone then," Yodo continues before I can completely move away from her. I stop and turn to face her, our eyes meet. "Is that an order?" I chuckle. I don't care if she has something for the jerk but I guess stopping me from something that doesn't concern me at all is pretty much of a different story and besides, I can't do it.

"Yes, it's an order from me or else," now she is portending me about something without my knowledge. "Or else what?" I raise a brow at her statement wondering what she has hidden on her sleeves. She gives me a smirk that seems like dodging my question.

"I won't tell you unless you can't comply with my only order," she says and flips her long blonde hair.

"You know I am his tutor, right? So, I can't avoid him otherwise you can fix that problem," I may sound like making suggestions to her. It sounds ridiculous, to be honest.

"I don't think our adviser would change her mind. I'll make it pass but don't cross the line, okay?" she says and it looks like she also got a trump card against me.

"Tell me what you are planning to do against me," I insist but she seems not to tell me.

"No, no, no. I am not going to tell you. It's a secret for now," she says and moves closer to me. Sweats drop on my forehead.

"Just stay away from Kawaki," she whispers in my ear. I think I stop breathing for like three seconds then finally words come to mind.

"I can't do that. That's out of my control," I say and she stares at me.

"But whatever it is, it's sure appalling and I didn't expect it to come from you. It's up to you if you still want to do it but you must be prepared for the consequences," I continue and she is left astounded. Her eyes are wide open and she then grits her teeth of anger.

I turn my back at her and walk downstairs. She doesn't make a sound until I completely vanish from her sight. I sigh in relief when her presence disappears. I leave the Grade 10 building and aims to return to our classroom.

"Sarada!" Chocho calls out to me and she runs in my direction.

"Chocho..." I mutter and she looks tired. She pants and falls to her knees.

"You know I search for you everywhere and you are just here," she says still catching her breath.

"I talked to the jerk," I say and she stands up straight and looks at me.

"So, what did you discuss?" she asks, and I pout. She wrinkles her forehead in confusion.

"He doesn't look like helping me with this," I faintly say and she gestures, 'what?' at me.

"He is not alarmed about this at all because he doesn't have a phone," I tell her and she hangs her mouth up.

"Are you serious about that? How boring his life could be?" she shrugs and smirks.

"He might be lying or something so he won't get involved in this but I don't think he was. This is driving me crazy," I take back what I said, and Chocho gives me a wry smile.

"Don't stress yourself much in this. Get some rest and heal your wounds. I think you should go home now," she suggests to me. I think she is right. I need to rest and forget about the world for now. And I am guessing that I need to skip all my subjects for today but it's not a big deal. I'll just ask for notes from Chocho.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," we both get back to our classroom and grab my bag and leave to the doorway.

"Take care," Chocho waves at me and I respond to her with, "See you tomorrow Chocho," I wave goodbye at her and leave.

I grab my phone and scroll through it. I decided to deactivate all my social media accounts so I won't get disturbed until the pre-final examination. I think I have to agree with the jerk this one time.

The next morning...

"My wounds are such a drag," I mutter as I put the bandaids on both my knees. My mom worries extremely about them. I take the medicines as prescribed by our school physician. They don't hurt much today. I can't skip school too because I am worried that my absence will affect my pre-final examination.

"I am off to school, " I tell mom and rush outside the house.

"Be careful, okay?" she says and I shout 'yes' at her as I make steps outside the gate.

I am a meter away from the corner where Chocho and I usually meet.

"She's late," I comment. She is usually early and waits for me here.

"Sorry, I am late," she yells running in my direction. She breathes quickly upon her arrival.

"What happened?" I ask so confusedly.

"What do you mean?" she asks still gasping for air.

"It's strange for you to be late," I tell her and her head tilts a little to the side. She gives me an unsure smile and scratches the back of her head.

"I woke up late today," she laughs awkwardly.

"Now it makes me wonder why," I sound suspicious to this one so I can catch her off-guard. I know she will tell me the reason.

"I stayed up late last night," she admits and I narrow my eyes. I think I knew it already.

#boruto fanfiction #boruto

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M. List

Bakugo Relationship Headcanons:

A/N: I've been having a lot of mini Bakugo brianrot recently and thought this would be fun to make, as it's been a while since I've written anything tbh

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I feel like it would be very hard to catch his eye, considering how focused he is on becoming a hero

And even then, I don't think that he's had much experience with crushes before

Basically what I'm getting at is that this man-child barely has a grasp on what's going on with his emotions

He first started to suspect something was up when he started to get butterflies whenever he was around/thinking about you

He would also feel heat rise to his cheeks, but furiously denied it whenever he got teased by the bakusquad

To go along with that, he stopped seeing you as competition, but instead a fellow classmate that he happened to have an infatuation with

As for asking you out, I'm stuck on weather or not he would:

A) Do it in person

B) Write a letter/text you

or

C) Wait for you to ask him out

As I've stated before, I headcanon that he would like to go to junkyards and things like that

That being said, he probably took you to a junkyard or river for your first date, as well as a local diner if you're up for it

It would take a lot for him to let his walls down, but once you're able to break them he's never shy with how he feels when he's with you

He can be stubborn and arrogant as well, but would tone it down if you asked him to

I feel like he would secretly adore it if you were shy, but if you aren't then that works too

If someone ever made fun of you, there's a good chance he's coming for their throat

Same goes for perverts *cough* Mineta *cough*

He's always pushing you to do your best, but makes sure it's not too much for you

He also makes it known to you that if you ever need help, he'll always be there to offer his shoulder

He likes it when you get angry (or act even remotely like him in general), but isn't sure why

This boy is honestly a hopeless romantic at heart (same tbh), and wants nothing more than to see you happy

I also headcanon him to be a fan of chubbier people, but overall doesn't really care about how your body looks

Instead, he cares more about personality, as cliché as it sounds

He also enjoys cooking for you, and you two can sometimes be spotted cooking together when either one of you can't sleep

Speaking of sleep, it's a known fact that he goes to bed at 8:32 P.M., but I don't think he's a very sound sleeper

That being said, if you ever need help with something during the night, you can just call him and he'll be there as soon as he can

If you're someone who gets a period, he'll try to help you as best as he can

Although he's far from an expert on those things, I feel like he would have some background knowledge from his mother

I feel like she taught him about things like that for future reference, as well how to treat someone correctly in a relationship

I don't feel like he says "I love you" as much as he should, and he knows that, but he hopes that you can tell how much he loves and cares about you through his actions

For example, he softens his voice with you, as well as being more gentle with his touch

I have a feeling he wouldn't like holding hands just because of how much his hands sweat

He's afraid that he might accidentally activate his quirk and hurt you

He does enjoy cuddling, though

Arguments are a common occurrence with him, but they never turn into full on fights

Your combined yells can be heard throughout the dorm's, and if the other students sense it's getting bad, they'll send Kirishima to calm you guys down

His mother absolutely adores you, and often invites you to go out with her

Weather it be shopping or something completely different, you two always have a fun time

His father likes you a lot as well

I can imagine you two sitting at the table while Mitsuki and Katsuki yell back and forth at each other

Just talking about how each of your days have been with their quarrels as background noise

Katsuki is also a fan of doing domestic things together, and wouldn't mind having you by his side for the rest of his life

Overall, I feel like he would be a decent boyfriend, but is also far from perfect

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes and have a great day/night! :)

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Yule Shoot Your Eyes Out

Ficmas day 6 aka Christmas Eve!!!!

A/N: everything after that one use of “fuck” was written while I was drunk so if my grammar flew out of the window, I’m so sorry but I had no idea what I was doing.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Description: You had no idea how you were supposed to face your once best friend who you grew apart from after growing up.

Word count: 3193

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FOB! FOB! FOB!

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‘Don’t come home for Christmas.’

You could feel the dread pending up as you stood outside the large house. You had been staring at the building by the pavement for at least 15 minutes yet you kept finding more excuses for you to do anything but walk up.

You did not want to be here. You did not want to be here at all. 

You had protested when your mother asked you to take the stuff she had bought for Mitsuki to her house, saying that it could be a good chance for you to catch up with the woman who watched you grew into who you were.

“Perhaps Katsuki would be there too! You two could hang out, it’s been a while.” Your mother said with a wide smile as she shooed you out of the front door and slammed it in your face despite your whines and groans. She thought that she found a good reason to convince you that the task was not as bad as you painted it out to be, completely unaware that what she thought was a selling point was exactly why you were so hell bent on refusing in the first place.

You had no idea what you would do if you see him. You sighed, feeling the torment in your heart boiling up as you remembered how there was a time when you would have felt the exact opposite to reluctance when your mother told you that you would be going to your childhood friend’s house.

Considering how your respective mothers were best friends since high school, it was only natural that you would grow up around Bakugou Katsuki starting from a young age that you could barely remember exactly when. He was, for a long while, your best friend and you were certain that you were his as well. Back then when there was nothing more to the world than the tiny neighbourhood you lived in, the few hours per week that you got to spend with him was the happiest times your young self could experience. 

He was never an easy child to be around, always so quick to act on whatever he deemed as appropriate and getting you into trouble as he dragged you along with his plans. You were always yelled at for being slow or not being strong enough to completely follow his lead during the games of pretend you would play together but despite the harsh tone of the child, he had never left you behind even once, always waiting on you with a sneer while you ran to his side with a grin. Although there really wasn’t much things of importance that went through your mind at that age, you had always seen Katsuki as someone you could rely on.

There was this time when you were both five and your parents decided that it would be cute to go out and have dinner together during Christmas break. After the meal, you took a stroll on the busy streets. It had been a while since your mom last meet up with her friend and she was overjoyed to be reunited with Mitsuki again. Your mother was happy talking to her friend, unaware as you were trailing behind her. But you didn’t mind, you were ecstatic that you got to spend time with your friend as well.

“Oh Katsuki look!” You pointed to the side of the road excitedly. There was a street performer setting up right by the street. “Look at that!”

He let out a soft “Tch” as you tugged at his sleeve to go closer. He was not like you, he had no interest in theses stupid performances. At least that was what he said as he “unwillingly” stayed with you so you could watch the magic tricks by the street performer. He felt like there was something the both of you had forgotten about, but he could not exactly pinpoint what it was.

“That was so cool! Right, Katsuki?” You said to your friend but he didn’t seem to hear what you said as he looked around with slight worry in his eyes. You tilted your head, confused as to what got him like this. Did he not enjoy the performance? 

You followed his gaze around and froze in place when you realised that all of the tall figures that blocked your view were of people you did not know, your mom nowhere to be seen. As people come and go on the bustling street that was starting to dim, the darkness only added to the panic you were feeling.

You shouldn’t have been distracted, now you couldn’t find your mom anywhere. What if she didn’t notice? What if you never find your way home? What if you never see your parents again?

As your young feasible mind travelled down and down the worst possible scenarios there could be, you felt a burning at the back of your throat. Katsuki immediately snapped his head towards you when the first choked back sniffle got to his ears. “Don’t... don’t cry you idiot!”

He was never the comforting type, and the sight of his best friend tearing up only messed up his best attempt at being logical even more. Was he not scared? Of course he was, the many people walking past where the two of you were standing made him feel a bit dizzy almost. But you were already on the verge of crying, and as the strong one in this friendship, it was his responsibility to protect you at a time like this.

The sob came out as a hiccup when you felt Katsuki gripping tightly onto your hand and started walking. Getting pulled to go along, you had forgotten about the discomfort at the tip of your nose that made you want to tear up as you were too shocked by his tight hold on your hand.

If you had been a little bit more observant, you would know that he was just as nervous and unsure of the whole situation as you were. He was holding onto your hand just a bit too tightly and sweat was starting to form on his palm. You took his action as a way to comfort you but little did you know that it was his clumsy way of trying to be braver himself. He had to look brave in front of you, he took on the role to look after you even when he could practically feel his own hand shaking.

You did not say a word, only trying to keep up with your friend who was marching forward, the small figure of the blond leading the way through the crowd of people forever engraved into your mind even years after that.

Bakugou Katsuki did not say anything as his mother fumed, yelling at him for not staying close to the adults. You watched as he bit on his lips, trying to stay silent as he took all the blame for what was necessarily your fault.

You had decided that he was the most heroic person you would ever know right then and there, even though you were merely a child who had no idea what a hero was.

And you grew up.

You should have known better than to think that nothing would change. He changed, you changed. 

For you, the turning point was when his quirk started to manifest. When he got the first grasp of his own explosion, you were the first person he rushed to. “I’m showing this to you before I show anyone else!” He had proudly said to you when you watched in awe of his powerful quirk. Yours was nowhere near as flashy as his and although it was hidden under his usual facade of mean words and rude tone, he had guaranteed you that you would always be a part of his team no matter what you quirk was. 

Imagine the hurt and betrayal you felt when you went up to him like usual that day, excitedly wanting to show him a new trick you had discovered you could do with your quirk only to have him tell you that he did not have time. With the wolf whistles of his new group of friends from afar that made you unease, he raised his voice at you for the first time ever and told you to leave him alone. When he walked away without doing so much as sparing one glance your way, the dull ache in your chest as simply too much to bare.

You did not see your friend stopping in his tracks as he heard a familiar sob passing through his ears. You did not see his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists, biting the inside of his cheeks so hard that he could almost taste a metallic tang.

You only knew that he had left you behind. All you could hold onto was the faint memory of him gripping your hand tightly in the crowd. And like that, the boy who you once trusted with all your heart was gone forever.

He apologized to you the next day, his head dropping low and his eyes avoiding yours. The void in your heart was still there, tearing it open by the seams. But still you smiled at him and said that you didn’t mind, hoping that you could latch onto whatever false hope that you could find for yourself that he was still the same person you grew up with. The same person who was grumpy, impulsive, and even offensive sometimes but you had come to love even when there was only so much you know about that feeling at that age.

But you knew that no matter how hard you tried to pretend that it didn’t bother you, that thorn that was stabbed onto your heart would never truly be removed. Not while the two of you pretended that nothing happened.

No words could be used to explain that odd mix of emotions in your mind as you noticed that you now had to look up to meet the eyes of your friend. You watched as the softness of his cheeks faded, replaced by the rounded edges that would soon turn into the sharp angles of a young man. You watched as he got more and more powerful each day. You watched as he slowly stopped coming over to your place with his mom. You watched as Mitsuki apologetically say to you that her son was out with some friends whenever you swung by in hopes of catching up with him. You watched as the image you had of Katsuki in your head slowly started to mismatch the boy in reality.

You watched as the distance between you and your once best friend grew further and further apart, until that was all you could do, watch. Until the day finally comes when you stopped missing the warmth of his hand on yours.

That was what hurt you the most to think of. There was no fight, no big moment that made you stopped talking to him. Only time, time and the painful truth of knowing that nothing stayed the same forever.

It had been years since you last talked to Katsuki, you realised as you remained still in front of the gates of his house. You had been here multiple times even after he moved into the dorms of his school, so why were you so nervous this time round? 

It was winter break, you smacked your own face as you remembered, he might be there, that’s why.

You would never admit it out loud, but you always paid extra attention to the news whenever the famous academy that you knew you friend were at was mentioned.

You should go in. You had to at some point, why not get it done and over with? You thought to yourself as you lifted a finger to press onto the doorbell only to have it froze in place midair as all the worries in your head rushed through once more. 

Please don’t be at home, please don’t be at home, please don’t be-

‘You’re the last thing I want to see underneath the tree.’

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Fuck.

“Oh, Ka-” You paused as the name that was once so familiar to you stopped at the tip of your tongue. That name was not yours to call anymore. “Bakugou.”

His eyebrows twitched at how stiff you sounded. It did not sound right, but he let it slide. “Are you gonna go in or what?”

Gingerly following him in, you stood behind him as he twisted the key and flicked the lights on. The house was the same as how you remembered it to be, it was nice to see that at least something didn’t change. “It’s just me, the stupid parents are out.”

You nodded, trying to hide the drop in your stomach as you heard that it was just him. You were here for a reason, just put down whatever you mom wanted you to get to Mitsuki and leave. “I’m just gonna-”

“Do you want anything?” Bakugou asked as he motioned to the kitchen at the other end of the hallway. Why couldn’t you act all formal and find a proper respond like normal humans do when you were with him? Perhaps it was because you would always remember how there was a time when formalities were non-existent between the two of you and now you felt like you were talking to a stranger, a stranger that you knew so so well.

“Water would be fine.” You forced out a polite smile as he huffed and the blonde’s figure disappeared into the kitchen. With a deep sigh, you sat down onto the couch and wondered what you were supposed to do under this worst case scenario you had thought of.

It was awkward. It was really awkward.

Taking a huge gulp of the cold water, you tried to distract yourself from the sheer torture that was sitting next to Bakugou while neither of you say a word. In all honesty, there were many things that you would like to say to him but you were not brave enough to say any of them out loud. Instead, you watched him in the most discrete way you could manage.

Yes, you watched. It seemed like you spent most of your time with him watching his every move while he enjoyed being watched.

He had grown a lot since you last saw him, that was a given. You had been shocked when you watched the live stream of the UA sports festival and saw the way your friend fought. It was still the same cut throat, ruthless way you had known but only more skillful. The arms that were once lanky now adorned with muscles that came from pure hard work. The line of his jaw now so sharp that the last hint of boyishness in his features were threatening to slowly fade away.

Bakugou got hot. Was that inappropriate to say about your childhood friend?

“What are you staring at?”

“What?” You tensed up when you were suddenly met with the direct glare of those crimson eyes. 

“You’re staring at me.” You immediately backed away when he stood up and looked right at you, only there was nowhere to hide as your back hit the couch.

You held your breath as he just stayed there, standing right in front of you with his hand at the side of head, his legs trapping you in between them. What the fuck was this? Your eyes widened at the realisation of how close he was to you. You went so long without even talking to him and all of a sudden you were faced with this?

He sighed, slightly backing away at your startled expression. “You’ve always been like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you had no sense of danger towards anyone.” He hissed, “Like you would just be nice to anyone. Like you would not say anything if someone pick on you. Like you would cry, but not fight back if something goes wrong. Like anyone could get close to you and you would accept them. Like if it was someone else, you would still not back away when they trap you in between their arms like I do now.”

“Oh no,” you whispered, “only you.”

He bit his lips, lowering his head as his eyebrows knotted together. That was all he wanted to say to you, all the things that he did not have the guts to say when you were still somewhere within his reach. Only him, that was all he wanted to hear for so long and he had no clue that you could still tug at his heart strings with those words he had only heard in his wildest fantasies even after so long. 

You had changed so much, and he could not hold it back after seeing you like this. 

“Then what about this? Would you let other people do this to you?” He growled before dipping down, capturing you in a sudden kiss that sent your entire body into a frenzy. It was not pretty, he barely moved at all as his mind was overwhelmed by the fact that you were actually there, letting him kiss you without even protesting a bit. Closing his eyes shut, he almost started to think that you might be enjoying it as well.

When he pulled away, your brain was still foggy from what just happened. That was the boy you were in love with, with his eyes closed and his face just mere breaths away from yours. The same person who torn you apart. Bakugou Katsuki. That Bakugou Katsuki, and he just kissed you.

“I missed you.” The Katsuki you knew had never been a soft person but at least for now, he sounded almost tender, like he was afraid of what you were going to say next.

“You fucking leave me behind.” You said, and the way you clenched your jaw made his heart ache.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled and looked away, the way he lowered his head reminded you an awful lot of the time when he shielded you from the blame that you should have took.

You sighed and reached out to touch his face, he immediately snapped up to look at you at the tender touch. You could never truly stay mad at him. “If you do that to me again, I swear to god I’ll cry right in front of you.”

He did not let you go on as he placed another chaste kiss on your lips. Never, he would never make that same mistake again. He had went through way too many nights wondering what you were doing, cursing himself for pushing you away to hurt you like that all over again.

Never, he was not letting go again. After all, he had failed his role as the one who was supposed to protect you for far too long.

‘Merry Christmas, I could care less.’

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[hydrangeasimagination]

Bentō

Pairing: Platonic! Big Bro Bakugo & Younger Sib! Reader

Summary: Katsuki is started to make an extra lunch, something of which his mother takes notice. She’s at first elated when she thinks that he’s finally found someone he likes. But later finds out that’s not the case at all as you appear before one night

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of Physical Abuse. 

A/N:  Based on all the familial Dad Might Family Unit asks. Still trying to fix writing, still feel bad about it. Just have this platonic stuff for now, I got some other parts too… I’ve been feeling all sorts of bad so I wrote this out. I hope this is okay? IDK, I’m dyin’ Scoobs - just trying to get back into the groove. I’m not the best at writing sensitive subject matters so, I think this is my kind of start into delving into it?? Feel free to give me feedback, I want to portray everything as accurately as I can.

Under the cut for space and because of the warnings

[Part 2]

The sight of a bento wrapped in a pastel furoshiki caught Mitsuki’s sight early Monday morning as she started to pack up for work. The pretty fabric was clearly new as she didn’t remember ever having one like it. With the clouds that decorated it, making the blue look like cotton candy. It was set beside her son’s usual red, the stark difference making her wonder where it had come from.

It was pretty, there was no question.

Just out of place on the dark marble of the kitchen counter, out of place tucked into the arms of her son.

She had a half a mind to go and interrogate Katsuki, having seen him make quite a bit of food for lunch the night before. But he grabbed his things and left before she could say anything, the delicately made bento wrapped in pastels came with him.

Mitsuki was curious, but saved it into the back of her head.

That was Monday.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday followed the same pattern.

The same pretty furoshiki was used again and again, wrapping up the extra lunch he continued to make. The food items varied, changing and differing from his own and making it clear that he was adapting to cooking for someone else’s tastes.

Many of the options were meant to fill and satisfy, full of what seemed to be proteins and vitamins. The dedication he had to making the second lunch was admirable.

She was sure at this point he had some type of crush. That he’s met someone that’s finally caught his attention.

Especially when she noticed that the manner in how he packed up the food was way too uncharacteristic of him. Packing onigiri into shapes, frying sausages into octopi, even the vegetables were cut into flowers.

Her son was pining, Mitsuki was sure of it.

So when he came home on Friday night, she was dying to finally worm the secrets from him. Eyes trained on the door, she watched as the water on the stove boiled in the background. The droning of the TV show Masaru was watching distinctly heard over the sound of the lock clicking.

The door swung open and Mitsuki felt her voice stop in her throat when she took notice that he wasn’t alone.

Your fingers were curled into the edge of his blazer, remaining behind him as you hid your face from view. She watched with baited breath as his hand drifted back to grasp at your’s, holding it with such care she hadn’t ever seen him display towards anyone else.

He kicked the door shut and turned to you, still shielding your face from her line of sight and quietly said something to you. Something unheard over her own speeding heartbeat.

Wordlessly, you toed off your shoes and he led you into the living room.

His voice seemed uncaring but Mitsuki knew much better, his eyes betrayed him as he spoke, “Is it alright if… My friend stays the night?”

Mitsuki nearly choked.

He was asking if you could stay over, before he even introduced you to them.

On top of referring to you as a friend?

Masaru was equally shocked, if not concerned. You weren’t even looking at them, hiding behind him the way you were. Whether it be because you were scared or shy, they couldn’t tell.

“Is it alright with —”

Katsuki seemed to tense, baring his teeth.

Shoulders squared as he practically barked, cutting his father off completely, “Why the hell would I ask if it wasn’t?!”

The fierceness he displayed wasn’t at all surprising, as losing his temper quickly was something they were used to. But with one look at you, shaking like a leaf behind their hotheaded son; dread filled them both.

He noticed too, only holding your hand tighter and giving another scoff, “We’re goin’ to my room.”

Carmine clashed with a matching pair before he dragged you away, leaving two parents staring at your retreating forms before they disappeared up the stairs. Mitsuki met her husband’s gaze, who peered back at her with concern.

“There’s something wrong.” Masaru said quietly, as if he spoke too loud you both could hear him.

She slowly nodded in agreement, a pit forming in her stomach. Pushing her hair back, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

Mitsuki was doubly worried as Katsuki had only come down three times over the rest of the night. The first was to ask her where the extra blanket was, the second to bring plates of food up the stairs, and the last was to bring the dishes down to be washed.

Only a gruff thanks for the food was given through his trips up and down the stairs. He was uncharacteristically quiet, barely meeting their gazes throughout the duration of his time on the first floor.

At last, he came down once more, dressed for bed.

She stopped him before he had the chance to leave the kitchen, frowning deeply as she asked, “Alright, brat, what the hell is going on?”

Katsuki was silent, gripping at the glass of water he had gotten. He refused to meet her gaze for the longest time, his jaw tightening as he was clearly trying to find the words to say. To explain his behavior, to explain why that you were here.

Her heart squeezed at the unsure look on his face and her eyes softened, the tight frown loosening. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah.” He muttered, flickering his gaze to the glass with contemplation. “But… Right now, it s'not my place to say anything.”

Confusion was all she felt for that moment, tightly pursing her lips together at the sight of his rather grim expression.

Mitsuki didn’t know how to feel.

Many emotions flooded her at once.

Concern.

Guilt.

Fear.

What the hell was going on?

But only when she noticed that he seemed distracted by something behind her, did she turn her head.

Her chest felt tight, breath no longer being able to draw into her lungs. Her mouth dropping open at the sight of you, the first good look at you.

Oh, god.

You were pretty, there was no question about that.

Just out of place, the bruising that bloomed from your left eye made it clear why you hid.

Seeing your collarbones prominently over the collar of the shirt he allowed you to borrow, the realization struck her made her skin crawl.

A cold chill turning her blood to ice as she noticed the scars that wrapped around your arms like spider webs.

Katsuki breathed your name, voice full of something akin to anxiety.

“It’s okay Katsu.”

She nearly choked yet again at the affectionate pet name but found she couldn’t make a sound

Your eyes met her’s and she felt every inch of her body seize. They were glassy, tired, almost hollow as you peered at her. There was so much pain, complete exhaustion painted your face and twisting the innocence into something terrible.

Her stomach was drawn up in knots.

“You sure?”

Mitsuki didn’t even notice that Katsuki was already at your side until he spoke, his shoulders tensed.

Slowly nodding, you turned to her. Making the ache in her heart return at the deep pain in your soft eyes.

“My parents aren’t good people.” The melodic of your voice too sweet, too pure, for the words falling from your lips. “So he wanted me to be here instead of being…”

Trailing off and gripping at her son’s hand, you looked so tired.

As if you wanted to fall asleep and never get back up again.

A tightness welled in her throat, the sudden urge to cry came as you lifted your scarred fingers to touch the bruise. It marred you like a reminder, a reminder that not all children are blessed with good parents.

“Here.” Katsuki pressed the glass into your hands, touch so light as if he was scared he was going to break you.

Her aching chest could no longer take it, her lips trembling as she softly said, “Katsuki?”

He turned to look at her, moving in front of you. Making her heart warm yet hurt as it seemed like he was ready to protect you at any turn, even if it was against her. Even if he knew he didn’t need to, he felt the instinct to do just that.

“Bring your friend over whenever you want…”

Carmines met carmines as he held you, like you were something precious to him.

Which you were.

Just not in the way she thought.

A slight warmth filled her at the smile that pulled at your lips, eyes glimmering as you quietly thanked her. Speaking soft ‘good nights’, she watched your backs yet again as he led you up the stairs.

Katsuki was a good kid, despite his coarse front.

He found someone that he cared for.

He found someone he loved.

And you loved Katsuki too.

But…

There’s always different types of love.

Mitsuki was proud of her son and she was proud of you.

You were so strong.

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[britishassistant]

Too Many Bridges (I Dig Canals) 1

He was twenty-two when he died.

His mama hadn’t wanted him to move out to West Texas, crying that it wasn’t safe. His dad had soothed that he’d be fine at UTEP, the first one in the family to go to university, a business major, doing them all so proud.

His little sister had said they’d all dealt with much worse in high school, where the teachers screamed at you for speaking Spanish until you could barely remember a word.

His short older sister just snuck a dumb Homestuck backpack into his luggage, filled with the latest volumes of Boruto. He’d liked to read them while eating shitty convenience store ramen at 2AM.

Then he’d run out of cup ramen in his senior year, gone to the 7-11 at 1AM to grab some more, and made the mistake of glancing at a cracker junkie shaking from withdrawal.

Last thing he knew, he was bleeding out around a knife while the druggie tore through his groceries, crooning, “C’mon, c’mon where’s the hit, where is it, I know you’re hiding it.”

He’d only had the strength left to flip the racist fucker off before he finally drifted away.

He wakes as a baby.

The only natural response to this is to begin screaming.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?! Why the fuck is he a baby?! Is everyone a baby when they go to Heaven?! Or wait, his butt’s kinda damp, is this Heaven at all?! Is he in Hell?! Was him flipping off that cracker enough to get him sent to Hell, after all he’s done?! All the masses he’s been to?! For the love of Christ, what’s going on—

A woman with white-blond hair and a tired face leans over him, muttering something harsh-sounding in a foreign language.

A loud and angry sounding man’s voice shouts something from somewhere he can’t see, which startles him into crying harder.

Then a large and callused hand slams down over his mouth, practically smothering him.

The woman’s face looms over him, wrinkled and shadowed like the face of the devil himself, poisonous green eyes glaring at him.

“Damare, kuso gaki.” The devil-woman hisses.

He whimpers.

His hair is green now.

Like a dehydrated shrub left too long in the heat, spiky-dry and almost yellowing at the edges.

And his eyes are purple. As if the green spiky anime hair wasn’t enough to humiliate him.

He misses his mama and his dad and his sisters but thank Jesus they’ll never see him like this.

At least his skin color’s pretty much the same as his last life. If he ended up resembling that fucking junkie who murdered him in any way, shape or form...

Well. All he knows is it wouldn't be pretty.

His new name is Meiun Nobuo.

The devil-woman who would rather smother him in his crib than let him cry apparently gave birth to him.

The deadbeat who cursed him with this eye and hair color and returns most nights stinking of alcohol and rotting fish is the sperm donor.

He misses his real family.

They live in a dock town.

Their house is farthest from the shore, so the scent of rotting fish guts and seagull shit is vaguely bearable. It’s bigger than the fishermen and farmer’s huts and market stalls that make up the rest of the village, with a curved asian roof.

He thinks the sperm donor is in a relatively high position in the village, perhaps an official of some sort. Probably inherited, because he seriously doubts anyone with a brain would elect that drunk deadbeat to any position of authority, but who knows.

He used to think the same thing about the government in his past life, and look what happened there.

Ragged official looking people buzz in and out of the rooms he’s not supposed to enter all day every day. Some of them smile at him if they notice him, lips spread sickeningly wide and eyes sycophantically crinkled.

Others look at him like he’s a nuisance, worthy of only their ire.

As if he asked to be reborn to this fucking paltry excuse for family when he had a perfectly good one back home

The devil-woman isn’t from around here.

That much is obvious in the way she’s constantly ill at ease, snapping at the slightest inconvenience, acting like everyone’s out to get her.

To be fair, a lot of them probably are just for the chance to have some peace and quiet again.

He privately counts himself among that number.

She’s always grumbling about how much better it is in rain, but regardless of the weather her shitty attitude never seems to improve.

She also starts trying to poison him when he turns four.

When his rice tastes weirdly bitter he spits it back into the bowl.

The devil-woman slaps him across the face.

“Eat.” She hisses, forcing his head into the bowl. “I didn’t destroy my body for you to bring shame to the Dokuso name like this. Your great uncle was already immune to neurotoxins by the time he was your age. The least you can do is eat.”

He tries to struggle, to scream for someone to help him, but the devil-woman just forces his head down farther until he swallows every last grain of tainted rice.

His body won’t stop shaking for the rest of the day, every gasp of air feeling like it’s scraping his lungs raw.

It becomes some kind of demented pattern.

He’s poisoned, he suffers, his body adjusts, he’s poisoned again in a new way, rinse and repeat until he seriously finds himself contemplating whether his last death was better than this.

The look of dissatisfaction the devil-woman always wears, as though he’s somehow not doing this (or dying) fast enough for her liking, weighs the argument a lot.

On the days where he’s in less danger of throwing up his guts, he has lessons with a tutor, because of course he fucking does.

Death, taxes and homework: the three constants of existence.

The tutor calls him a prodigy with mathematics, even if his grasp of kanji is shaky.

The deadbeat uses this as an excuse to push some of his work onto a five year old with some garbled line about “carrying on the work of our forefathers”.

He hates this.

He hates it so fucking much.

He prays every night, asking Christ why he’s being tormented like this. He hasn’t got an answer back yet.

He’s gonna make a break for it as soon as he’s old enough to do so. He’s still too young to be allowed out of the house, even for festivals. He also doesn’t receive anything like an allowance yet either, though he suspects that’s more due to the fact that the sperm donor is a cheapskate.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. He’s already got access to some of the accounts, has proven himself to be a dedicated worker beneath suspicion.

Nobody’ll suspect the kid “carrying on the work of his forefathers” if money begins disappearing, not when there are so many greedy adults around. It’s foolproof.

He’s just gotta wait until he learns where he is and how he can get away.

He can do that. It’ll be fine.

“The daimyō has declared dōjutsu users enemies of the state.” His sperm donor complains one evening. “The Mizukage has authorized the use of deadly force to subdue them.”

The devil-woman sniffs, says something nasally and contrarian back but he can’t hear her over the blood rushing in his ears.

Dōjutsu.

Mizukage.

His mouth is dry. He can’t breathe.

There’s no way—there’s absolutely no fucking way—the tech here is way too primitive, he must be hallucinating, going through withdrawal from not reading his favorite manga for so long.

There’s no way this place could be the same world as Boruto. Besides, Chojuro would never authorize a-a genocide like that, Kagura-kun would be so disappointed in him—

But Kagura-kun’s grandfather wouldn’t have had any problems with it, would he?

It’s not until the devil-woman whacks him over the head and screams at him to get up that he realizes he’s on the floor.

He climbs shakily to his feet.

He endures the scolding quietly.

He goes to his room when dismissed.

He shuts the door behind him and slides down it, trying to muffle the sounds escaping his throat. They could be hysterical laughter or sobs. He really isn’t sure.

Because of course he’s been reborn years before any of the good characters of this series or plot developments that he can clearly remember will make their appearance.

That’s just his fucking luck.

He presses his forehead to his knees and screams.

This revelation helps along his plans, at least.

If he’s in Kiri, then he knows he’s probably on one of the many islands that make up the...peninsula? Archipelago? Fuck, geography was never his strong suit.

But yeah, he’ll need to charter a boat to get to the mainland so he can disappear.

He briefly entertains the idea of becoming a ninja for Kiri, maybe growing up to become one of Chojuro’s aides and Kagura-kun’s mentors. Getting to meet Boruto when that arc comes around.

But no. Or at least, not yet.

Going there before Terumi Mei has had the chance to overthrow Yagura isn’t a good idea, what with the whole “kill everyone else you studied with to become a genin” thing they’ve got going on. Also the people claiming to be his parents might track him down and have him sent back.

Fire Country is probably his best bet to vanish. The ninja there actually care about the populace.

He might even be able to go to Konoha. See Boruto and Sarada and Mitsuki grow up firsthand.

The thought leaves a warm feeling in his chest even as his limbs tremble from the effects of the latest venom for the rest of the week.

It doesn’t last.

Of course it doesn’t.

It’s one thing to know that certain people in the community are slated for death.

It’s a different ballgame entirely to see a mob barge into the sperm donor’s office, howling for blood.

He can only hear the words “kekkai genkai filth” chanted like a curse before the deadbeat is nodding his head and rising, grabbing a huge ass sword from where it’s been gathering dust on the wall.

He tries to shrink back, tries to let the throng pass him without drawing their attention, but a hand grabs his collar and yanks him away from his little table, away from his calculations, and drags him along with the frothing crowd of people with hate in their eyes.

He’s squashed near the back of the herd, but every time he tries to get away there are hands and arms to yank him back into line, hands of men or women or—Jesus, or other kids.

He’s eventually funneled through the doorway of a tiny farmer’s hut, pushed into one of the walls by the crush of people, and he looks up and there’s—

There’s—

Oh God.

Oh God.

Oh Jesus in Heaven have mercy.

He can’t look.

It’s awful, it’s too much, he can’t look, he can’t, he gags, averts his eyes—

He sees the girl in the corner of the room.

She’s crying, mouthing “Mama” to herself over and over.

One of those murderers has seen her too.

The man takes a step towards the girl—

“Stay the fuck away from her!” He yells.

He can’t remember moving. All he knows is he’s now in between the girl and the mob, knees trembling and adrenaline pounding in his ears.

His voice is all shaky and squeaky, not intimidating at all.

He’s scared.

Jesus Christ, he’s so scared.

These monsters just killed that innocent lady for their dumb fucking witch hunt.

What’ll they do to this girl if they get their hands on her?

One of the villagers steps forward and growls, “Outta the way, boy. You don’t wanna get hurt for that thing.”

“Fuck you, asshole!” He screams back.

“Meiun, discipline your fucking brat before we do it for you!” Someone else in the mob shouts.

The sperm donor is pushed to the front and begrudgingly holds out a hand. “Don’t be stupid Nobuo. Get your ass over here, now.”

“Listen to your father!” The demon-woman shrieks from the safety of several people away.

He laughs. He can’t help it. “My father?! You want me to acknowledge that drunken excuse of a sperm donor as a father?! Get real, you fucking hag!! You and him wouldn’t know what real fucking parenting looked like if you fucking murdered it in cold fucking blood!!”

He points at what’s left of the lady. “Because guess what? Looks like ya did!”

“How dare you—” The deadbeat’s gone dark purple.

“No, how dare you?!” His hands are shaking and Christ, there’s no way this can end well, but his mouth won’t stop running. “That lady was a perfectly fucking nice lady, a loving wife and a good mom and you assholes think you can just come out here and murder her for what?! Having something that you don’t?! Being a genuinely good person, like you aren’t?! You’re all just JEALOUS FU—”

Pain explodes in his temple.

A man’s screaming, “SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU LITTLE BASTARD, SHUT UP—”

He tries to raise his arms, tries to fight back, but the man’s swinging too wildly, he can’t stop the blow to the gut that knocks the air out of him.

More arms appear from nowhere, shoving him to the ground, pinning him down, jeers and taunts about how if he loves kekkai genkai filth that much he can join them, see what happens to them.

The knife glints evilly in the light.

He doesn’t wanna die again.

Jesus Christ, he doesn’t wanna die again.

There’s cold for a moment behind his right ear.

And then there’s nothing but agony, red and sharp and pounding pounding pounding and Nobuo is screaming screaming screaming.

Until his throat feels like it’s going to give out.

Until he knows he’ll die like this.

He doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die he doesn’t wanna die Christ—

The sensation is sudden and painful.

Like he’s been punched in the chest again, but in reverse.

Something erupts from him, with enough force to leave him breathless.

The jeers and ugly laughter become screams as pained as his own.

“Shit, he’s one t—?!” is the last thing he hears before a sound like glass shattering over and over overwhelms all other noise, even the terrified shrieks for mercy.

Nobuo’s eyes roll back into his head.

He blacks out.

The right side of his head throbs.

He whimpers in pain, curling in on himself.

“A-are you alright? Are you hurting? I tried to patch you up as best I could...” A soft, sweet voice murmurs.

He cracks open his eyes a sliver to see a dark-haired head with a pretty face hovering over him. The pretty face looks worried, almost scared.

“What...?” He tries to ask, voice croaky as hell. “Where...?”

“Ah, I, uh, took you and ran away after you got those guys off you.” The pretty face explains, averting their eyes for some reason. Their kimono is torn in places. “You-your e-head was bleeding really bad, so I tried to fix it, but I don’t think I did a very good job...”

What?

His hand lifts to the side of his head, feeling cloth sticky with what he can only assume is blood.

And feeling nothing beneath it.

His breathing hitches. He tries to stop it, tries to gulp the panic and fear back down, he can’t cry, he’ll get hit again if he cries, he can’t—

He lets out a sound that can only be described as a wail, shoulders shaking.

There’s movement and he flinches, oh god, he doesn’t want a hit, not now, not when he’s already dealing with this—

Small, thin arms wrap around him, trembling. A head of soft hair buries itself in his other shoulder, and a low voice begins sobbing “I-I’m so-sorry, I-I didn’t, I co-couldn’t stop them, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” in his remaining ear.

A small part of his brain notes that this is the first time he’s been hugged since he woke up as a baby.

They cry for a long, long time.

Finally, when it feels like he’s gonna have a head cold for a week at least, he shrugs his shoulder minutely.

The girl looks up, face blotchy and red.

“You’re that girl, right? What’s your name?” He croaks.

The girl tenses and pulls away a little. “I’m Haku. I’m eight. A-and I-I’m a b-boy.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck, feeling his cheeks flush. Where does he feel like he’s heard that name before...?

“And you are?” Haku prompts.

“M-Meiun Nobuo.” He states with a grimace. “M’ six.”

“Ah...then Official Meiun was...” Haku’s eyes begin to fill with tears again. “Y-your father, and, and your m-mother—”

“God no.” He snaps. “That man impregnated that woman to make me, but father and mother are the last things they can be called. Real parents don’t pull the shit they do on their kids.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “This may’ve sped up my plans, but you did me a favor, taking me with you. I was planning on running away anyway.”

Haku lets out a confused sniffle.“Where were you planning on running away to?”

“Fire Country.” He might puff out his chest a little. “Their ninja actually care about people, and they don’t hate kekkai genkai there.”

“Kekkai genkai...th-that’s what they kept calling me and m-mama...” Fat tears begin rolling Haku’s pretty face.

He shakily slides an arm around the older boy’s shoulders. “Y-you can come with me. If you want. I-I don’t exactly know the way, I was hoping to get some more geography and funds first, b-but I’ll figure something out, I swear.”

Haku takes a few deep, shuddery breaths. “I-I don’t either, but I know how to get to the next village, if that’s okay?”

“That’s great! That’s way better than what I can do!” He assures, giving his traveling companion’s shoulder a pat. “...d’you, like, wanna start going now, or...?”

“Can we stay here for a moment?” Haku asks. “J-just until I can check your head’s okay?”

Meiun Nobuo nods carefully, leaning more against the older boy. “Sure. No rush.”

#my writing #too many bridges (i dig canals) #naruto #one piece #boruto #homestuck #naruto oc #meiun nobuo #haku naruto #tw: violence against children

[mushuthegreat021]

Bakugou Caught Cheating

Bakugou x fem reader

Characters- bakugou, kaminari, Mina, kirishima

Angst- cheating, profanity, degrading, crying

Author note- this is my first time so please forgive me for any mistakes please enjoy. :)

Y/n was sitting in her room playing on her phone as a ding was heard from her phone. It was a text from her best friend denki kaminari. She had been friends with him for year. Even before they were in UA. They were always goofing around and being funny. She had started dating bakugou a year after they had been. She had liked him ever since the first day, remembering it like it was yesterday. How her heart fluttered and a blush spread across her pale cheeks. They have been together for almost a year now and she loved every moment of it.

It took awhile for bakugou to warm up to her. She had slowly break the ice and get to the soft side of him. She felt accomplished and happy that he was that way with only her. She always made sure to give the other all the love she could possible provide. Giving him the reassurance that he's great no matter what and that he was her hero. She never wanted the relationship to end. She wanted to be with that man for the rest of her life. It was so blind but beautiful to her.

Y/n smiled as she stared at the sleeping katsuki that was her phone background. When she saw the message from her best friend she clicked on it and read the message. She chuckled softly. Her chest bouncing up and down slightly from her chuckles. Kaminari had sent her a meme which they did often. It was a ritual and the norm for them. They had been a bit more distant lately since she had been pouring most of her time into katsuki. She felt bad for putting her childhood friend aside and cancelling things with him. But the other understood and supported them full heartedly which y/n was happy about.

She replied to the message with laughing emojis and sending another meme, knowing it was going to end up being a long chain. She closed the message and went to her Instagram and looked through photos on there seeing what was new. She had noticed a recent post from kirishima, another one of her friends that she met through katsuki. A soft smile creeped up on her face seeing the shark looking boy dressed in a shark onesie. There were other shark plushies near him a long with his girlfriend Mina. They were super cute together and y/n and kaminari would spend hours gushing over them.

She continued to scroll when she heard another ding pop up on her phone. She smiled thinking it was kaminari again and clicked on it. She saw it was not her best friend but her boyfriend katsuki. Which made the smile on her face light up even more. The skin of her lip tugged between her teeth. It was a bit of a flirtatious text. But the smile spread across her face quickly dropped when she saw the name the katsuki used. It wasn't hers, but another girls name. Whom she didn't even know. Her hands clenched the phone that was laid in her hands. She tried pushing the thoughts of anything negative away. " He wouldn't cheat.... He loves me, he's not that type. " Y/n muttered quietly to herself before finally responding.

' babe? Who's (𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) ' she texted back. The males chat bubbles popped up quickly. Showing her that he was texting, when the other sent the message saying that it autocorrected to that. And that sero was messing with his phone and changed it. Y/n felt a pit of worry form feeling that he wasn't saying the truth but pushed it away. She then smiled and wrote back to him saying it was okay and that she loved him.

After that incident things have been a little weird, katsuki had been more distant than usual. She shrugged it to the side knowing he was probably just working hard and studying a lot like usual. That day her and katsuki were hanging out at her place and watched a movie. After dinner her boyfriend had went home saying he needed to study for the test coming up. She agreed since she needed to study as well. Kissing the male good bye and watched him leave her house. That night she had just taken a shower and was at her desk with the book in front of her studying for the exam when she looked up and saw katsuki's phone.

It confused y/n a little since she knows that katsuki never goes anywhere without his phone, let alone leave it. A soft sigh left her lips. She stood up and walked over to her bed picking the small device up. She decided to go over to his place and return it to him. She slipped on a hoodie of his that he left for her. And slid on some shoes heading out to her boyfriends apartment. After about a ten minute walk she had made it to the apartment complex. She walked up to the door and knocked on the door. She swayed back and fourth on the balls of her heels while waiting for either mitsuki or masaru to answer the door. After about a minute she could hear the door unlock and the doorknob turn open. When the door opened she saw katsuki's mother who resembled her boyfriend so much.

A sweet smile grew on her face as she bowed slightly to the woman. " Ah Mrs. Mitsuki sorry to be a bother so late but you see katsuki left his phone at my place. I know he's busy studying and probably didn't notice. But I know how important it is that he has it and came to return it. " She said in a sweet sounding voice. But the older woman's face and aura didn't match y/n's which confused her slightly. " Oh honey, I didn't know you weren't here. I thought you were here already, katsuki is in his room. " She said growing slightly. Y/n cocked her head to the side in confusion as she didn't quite understand what the woman in front of her meant. " No I haven't been over in weeks Mrs. Mitsuki.... Katsuki said it's been a little to hectic am for me to come and that there was some trouble going on. " She said in a weaker tone while the smile quickly faded.

The others mother shook her head. " No honey, everything here has. Been perfectly fine, I've thought it's always been you who's been coming over almost every night and leaving in the early morning. " She explained back to y/n making the others face drain and become pale as a sheet. And the pit her stomach start to grow. "C-can I come in and s-see katsuki? " She struggled to get out as her body started to shake hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. Finding out her boyfriend had been lying to her was already bad enough. But hearing about some girl who's been here with him for awhile made it even worse. She felt sick with anticipation, and the lump in the back of her throat start to form.

The ash blonde woman nodded and stepped the side letting y/n in the house. She took her shoes off and walked to her boyfriends room. The phone in her hand clenched tight, her knuckles white from how hard she was holding it. It was if she could break the phone if she squeezed the small device any harder. The closer she got the more sounds she could hear. They were faint but still audible. She gulped as her hands began to shake while she reached towards the handle. When he hand grasped the knob she turned it and flung the door open.

Her eyes laid upon the sight she dreaded the most. Her boyfriend with another girl naked having sex. Hot tears welded up in her eyes causing her sight to become blurry. " Mom close the fuc-" Katsuki stopper in the middle of his sentence when he saw his girlfriend in the door way. " This.... This is what you call studying.... Is th-this why I couldn't come over here? " She said in a weak broken tone. It cracked from the lump that was formed in the back if her throat making it hard to speak. Katsuki quickly pushed the girl away and got out of the bed. "Babe it's no-" Y/n stopped him mid sentence. " It's n-not what it loo-looks like? Is that i-it? " She mumbled in a broken cracked voice.

Hot tears streaming down her face, body trembling from the mixed emotions. She felt angry, betrayed, and heartbroken. " Yes... I mean no... Please just try to hear me out.... She means nothing! " He yelled. Steam vapour starts to come off her body, emotions overtaking her. " You cheated on my katsuki.... You lied to me.... " She mumbled while putting her head down. The other reaches for her to attempt to calm her down only to get his hand sweater away. He flinched at the heat on her body was climbing at a very quick rate. " Tell me why!? " She mumbled. " H-huh? " Katsuki muttered while holding his now burned hand. " I said... Why! Tell me why!? " She screamed at the top of her lungs. " Why cheat on me? Was I not good enough for you!? Did I not love you enough!? " She screamed as her voice cracked and hot tears streamed down hitting her bare feet.

He was quiet for a moment as the girl quickly collected her stuff and pushed passed y/n. She looked up with anger and heartbreak in her eyes. " Fucking tell me! " She yelled while throwing the phone at him that had slight burn marks and cracks on it. From her squeezing it and the heat in her hand causing it to burn the phone slightly. Hot tears rolled down the others face. " Because your ugly and fat. You were to clingy! There are you fucking happy now you stupid bitch!? " He yelled in anger as smoke rose from his hands. Her heart shattered at the moment. Flames now rising from her body, emotions finally overtaking her. Causing her quirk to activate. " I'm not good enough? I'm fat and ugly? Sorry that I showed your sorry ass love. Your fucking pathetic katsuki bakugou. I gave your angry ass a chance.... A chance no one else was willing to give you. Everyone was right about you. You really are just a self centered asshole. Now your single, enjoy your life you pathetic bitch. Hope you suffer and never become a hero. " She sneered with pure hate.

She didn't mean any of it but she was blind with anger. " I wasted 8 months with you. I'm so stupid, good thing it's over now. " She sneered and brushed against the side of the door while turning around. Causing her to scorch the wood. She angerly stomped out of the place grabbing her shoes and slipping them on. His parents standing in the living shocked whole katsuki stood in his room broken. The words of hers playing in his head on repeat. Falling to the ground, breaking down crying while yelling curse words. She slammed the door and slowly walked down the road toll her feet slowly started to speed up. Till she was sprinting down the road sobbing loudly yelling to herself. He heart was shattered that night, it all happened so fast. It didn't kick in till now, what truly happened and what she said to the ash blonde male.

The night was cold as the wind blew. She ran and ran till her feet were numb and she couldn't move anymore. She looked up seeing she was at a park that was not to far from her place. She sniffles while whipping her nose. Y/n looked at the bench and dragged her feet to the bench before plopping down on the cold metal bench. She looked up at the moon, her eyes red and puffy from crying hysterically. She weakly lifted her hand up that was swallowed up in the tarnished hoodie that was once katsuki's. Thoughts racing through head, the words he said making her heart crack even more. All that love she out in was for nothing. He never cared about her, it hurt so much. That's all she could think of. Her long hair blew in the cold wind.

The next day she woke up from her hour of sleep. She didn't get back from the park till 4 in the morning. Sitting there crying while looking into the night sky. She felt horrible, her eyes were red and puffy. She had dark lines under her eyes and she looked extremely pale. More pale than she usually did, she sniffled softly knowing she probably caught a cold. She didn't care as she forced herself out of bed and got ready for the day. She covered her face with make up to mask the red puffy eyes and dark lines. She grabbed her back as she weakly made her way to school. She had no energy to smile or even talk. She walked into class 1-A and quietly sat down in her desk. She cancelled out all the chattering from other students.

She didn't even bother talking to her best friend kaminari who was trying everything to get her to speak. But no, her lips were sealed. Even if she did try to open her mouth and speak nothing would come out. She didn't want to break down in class, she didn't want katsuki to see how bad it affected her. She could feel the males eyes on her the whole time but ignored it. She didn't want to acknowledge his existence.

After class ended she stayed in here seat. She looked at kaminari and kirishima who were in front of her trying to get her to speak. But no luck with it making them grumble. Mina then gave it a try pulling her out of the classroom and to the bathroom. " Girlie what's wrong? You look so pale and torn down. What happened? " She asked with a voice filled with worry. Her body began to tremble and looked down at the floor. " Me... And katsuki are... Over... He" She stopped as tears already streamed down her face. " He what hon? " She asked. " Cheated" Y/n mumbled. Minas eyes widened with shock as anger quickly filled her and stormed out of the restroom and to the class room. Y/n's eyes widened as she quickly wiped the years away knowing her makeup was ruined. She spirited to the classroom but was to late. Mina had already confronted the male. Yelling at him all up in katsuki's face.

Making kirishima and kaminari confused till they heard what happened and quickly became angry as well. It became a whole thing making y/n feel uncomfortable and horrible for causing a scene. "Shut up!" She screamed loudly and everyone turned to her. " Leave it be! It's done... It's over with, he's dead to me and there's no need to go after him. " She said softly and turned and left the school. She soon switched to class 1-B and got to know everyone there. She slowly became better and happy. She still stayed friends with most in 1-A. Quickly forgetting about bakugou. Bakugou was torn up and never got better but she didn't care to notice. She wanted nothing to do with him, so she clear of him and went her own path.

[nekokoaa]

Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (X)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warning: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

(Chapter X/??) All chapters in AO3 and masterlist

You guys might hate me for this chapter. Katsuki’s a very possessive individual in this story. It’s to show that Katsuki is not the perfect wolf boy who would cast you away and you guys would live in perfect harmony in his pack. Nah, he got issues too. He can’t handle the possibility of you being with, let alone seeing you with another man. The day you became his, you were his and not only that but he’s stubborn so bear with him.

Warning: A bit of a trigger warning for sexual violence at the last section of the chapter.

Taglist:

@freedom-for-bum @reallyfuckingangrylatina @risarisarisaa @ashherssss @mels-heart @xa-dia @shanty-lol @amkxh @chims-kookies @fantasticapple @thalia-luna-hawthorn

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

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X: The Wolf’s ire

Hell was a place that Izuku never dreamed of going to dead, let alone alive and as he stared into the flaming depths of irises, unable to look away because fear had frozen him, he found himself cowering back, stumbling like his legs had betrayed him. It was worse than summer’s humid embrace. It was an inferno that ravaged his body and made it possible for him to sweat in the low temperatures of the mountains.

He knew who resided in Hell. His mother, who was religious when she needed to be, told him stories of the creature who lived there whenever she had to discourage him from doing something inappropriate. Those stories were often told to children when their mothers wanted to instill fear in them. As Izuku grew older with ideas of his own, those stories were nothing more than myths, but he would have never thought he would encounter a beast with such striking resemblance.

“I said,” The beast started and Izuku flinched. He suddenly felt like he was a child again. “Who the fuck are you!” It was no longer a question. He was demanding an answer, but Izuku was still frozen like a deer staring at an arrow pulled in its direction. His voice reached an all-time low, making the hairs on Izuku’s skin (and possibly everyone around him) stand. He progressively grew louder, unable to contain his anger. “Who do you think you are, touching my woman like that—I should fucking kill you where you stand!”

Katsuki was dangerously close to Izuku. Even though Izuku created some distance between them, Katsuki had closed it, grabbing a fist full of his shirt’s collar, and nearly lifting him until his shoes were barely touching the snow. Katsuki’s other hand was threateningly close to his face, but it wasn’t formed as a fist like a human would do, it was his dark nails that exceedingly grew into shape that dared to do some damage. And Izuku wouldn’t doubt that his fangs (that was also growing) would add to his arsenal of weapons.

“Katsuki! What are you doing! Put him down!” Your voice was all but a muffle to Katsuki. Even when you tried to force your body between them, your hands grasped the arm that belong to the hand that held Izuku, but Katsuki was too driven by rage to realize your presence. He started to shake Izuku, attempting to get a word out of him and in turn shaking you too. But Izuku knew once he said anything, it would be the end of him, in defense or even in apology, Katsuki just needed a reason to slash his face. “It isn’t anything that you are thinking!”

“You have some balls, human, coming to my pack, holding my woman—you’re asking to die, you wanna die, RIGHT! SAY SOMETHING!” With more shaking came Izuku’s whimpers with tears gathered in his eyes, he didn’t know if it was coming from fear or the limited amount of oxygen entering his lungs because of the hold Katsuki had on him.

“Listen to me!” You tried to shake Katsuki, but you came to realize just how much powerful he was. He didn’t even budge at your attempt.

You have never seen this side of Katsuki before and you weren’t fond of it. This was beyond jealousy, it was out of control wrath fueled by the past incidents and seeing you in the arms of another man had tipped him over. Regardless, this behavior was unacceptable to you. Izuku was your childhood friend, practically your brother, you couldn’t stand seeing him so distressed—you wouldn’t stand for it.

You had finally gotten Katsuki’s attention, but it took the gasps of the wolves around you, the sound of skin meeting skin, the burning pain that suddenly surrounded your palm, and the red that revealed itself upon Katsuki’s cheek. The silence after was deafening as he froze for a moment in disbelief, it was until the breeze had blew through the mountains that made him aware of the tender skin that became of his cheek. He had dropped Izuku, who had fell to the ground on his bottom, coughing incessantly as he gathered the needed air in his lungs, and Katsuki’s rage was directed at you.

He didn’t make any moves to grab you. He wouldn’t dare to. But you knew if looks could kill, you would’ve already been six feet under.

“I nearly gave my life for you and this is what I get?” He gestured to his reddened cheek, swift was his words with an edge that put knifes to shame.

“Nearly…?” You couldn’t hold your laugh that came after. “I was the one who gave up my life for you! Maybe if you had listened to me, you wouldn’t have gotten slapped!”

“You have NO right to touch me!” In your peripherals, you saw Mitsuki move. She extended an arm between you and Katsuki and then wrapped it around her son to keep him from making any mistakes he would later regret. You knew he wasn’t going to touch you, but how livid he was made you second guess your safety and Mitsuki must’ve sensed it as well. She whispered something in his ear to calm him down or make him aware of the eyes around him but talking to Katsuki like this was like talking to a bee. Once he lost control of his anger, nothing could convince him not to sting you.

“And what makes you think you have any right to touch my friend!”

“When he decided to hold you like you were HIS!” Katsuki couldn’t get the image out of his head. Pushing through the crowds in search of you, worried that you might have ran into trouble only to find you in the arms of a strange man was not what he wanted to add to his list of stress. What drove him to see red was when Izuku’s hands cupped your cheeks and he saw his thumb caress your skin. He was too livid to notice that he was wiping your tears, either way, he didn’t care. He just wanted him off his woman.

“You’re overreacting! Come on – get up…” Your last set of words were directed at Izuku who was still recovering from the numbness in his body. He stood up on his shaky legs, eyes still glued on Katsuki in fear that he would get grabbed again. A measly arm around him wouldn’t stop him from pouncing on Izuku. He could tell by the look of his eyes that the only thing stopping him from doing so was you.

Mitsuki was still trying to talk some sense into him but she was actively failing. Katsuki didn’t acknowledge her presence, and it was apparent when you began pulling Izuku in the direction that led off the mountain. Mitsuki’s arm was pushed out of the way by Katsuki’s body trudging forward to seize your arm, his claws digging into your skin but not too much to where it could break through.

“Where are you going?!” That snarl held every sense of animosity.

“Away from you, because clearly, I made a mistake! If I had known you were going to act like this, then--then I would have never come here!” You pulled your arm out of his grip and grabbed Izuku by the arm and pulled him down the path leading off the mountain. The decline of the path covered with soft snow didn’t make it any easier to rush away from Katsuki, you found yourself slipping a multitude of times until Izuku had to force you to stop before you fell to the ground. Pausing for a moment, you realized how fast your heart was moving, nearly unable to catch your breath to the point where it hurt. You didn’t realize the possible severity of your actions and you were so incensed that at that point you didn’t care what could conceivably befall you after.

“____...” You heard Izuku call you from behind. His voice soaked with unease and weighed with fright as he tugged on your arm softly. The action made you aware of the stinging sensation that spread to your arm all the way until you felt it reach your elbow. You noticed the snow between you and Izuku was stained red and your eyes landed on your arm where its skin was split into three gashes. Your blood was bubbling from your wounds and spilling onto the pure icy pathway under you.

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” you spoke quickly and breathlessly, pulling your injured arm close to your body.

…

You winced at the burning pain of a cloth being pressed against the wound on your arm. You could smell the sour scent of alcohol fuming from its fabrics as it was dabbed repeatedly to disinfect it. Izuku had murmured a small apology when he saw your furrowed brows in response to the pain and he continued to clean it until most of the blood was gone. It wasn’t long since you stormed away from the pack with Izuku. It was about a few hours before you were out of the mountains and Izuku had brought you to a small abandoned cabin within the forest. He said he stayed there when he was searching for you.

The cabin had two rooms, a kitchen, a bathing room, and outside was an outhouse. Currently, you two were in a room you claimed as yours, sitting upon a small bed that could barely fit two people. The mattress was incredibly thin to where you could feel the skeleton of the springs poking into your backside, along with the pillows being completely flattened and lacking in it’s supposed plushy shape. The room itself wasn’t the most glamorous. With wooden floors and walls and a tiny table holding a melted candle on top of a tray next to the window, there was nothing you were impressed by except for the fact that this cabin seemed to hold well against the brutal cold winter had to offer.

Izuku was quiet for the entire time since you settled in the cabin, but you knew by the way he bit his lip that he was holding back on speaking. He probably had so many questions, you knew you would’ve if your best friend went missing for weeks and found them living with a pack of wolves. The room was nearly silent, filled with the quiet hisses you would make whenever the cloth would touch your ruptured skin. You couldn’t miss the sound of the gulps he made whenever he stopped to stare at the gashes. You must’ve wondered what was going through his head at the sight of it. It was a rather grotesque splitting of skin, revealing the red flesh in between with chunks of meat barely holding on and near the corners of the gashes, your skin was starting to peel into itself. The third time he stopped to stare was when he spoke.

“W-Who was that wolf?” He stuttered out, pausing to question himself whether he should say his next words. He said them anyway. “Y-Your lover…?”

“It’s complicated…” you sighed. You weren’t sure how to label Katsuki, especially after what happened.

“But he hurt you,” he stated the obvious, glancing up to meet your eyes.

“It was by mistake. You saw him at his worst anyway.”

“____... That was terrifying. I’ve never been so afraid before in my life. I seriously thought I was going to die, and all because I hugged you?” Izuku shook his head, letting out a sigh when he tossed the cloth on the bed and picked up the bandages. He was trying to rid of the fear that latched on to him from recalling that memory. The hair on his arms were erect just by the thought of his blood colored eyes glaring into his own.

The shaking of Izuku’s hands were evident when he began to wrap the bandages around your wound. He couldn’t hide how traumatized he was. So, for him (and maybe for yourself), you changed the subject. “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy. Most of it was just by hunch but I knew I would have to prepare myself to visit the wolves to confirm if you were alive.”

Everyone in your village knew that going into the mountains were a literal death sentence. As small children, the adults warned of the wolf packs that resided within them and as teenagers, the youth would dare each other to travel up there, only to disappear or to return with a face disfigured by the slashes that tore their skin. The mountains are no place for humans. A brusque voice belonging to a man who you remembered was dragging another lifeless body out of the forest, his face no longer recognizable but his clothes identified him as a boy you’ve seen around your village. The wolves never ate trespassers but rather mangled them in warning to all who consider the idea of it.

Such a thought had you wondering if you weren’t here to save him, would he had fallen to the same fate as the boy from your village?

“That was foolish… What if I wasn’t there? You wouldn’t have faced any mercy against them.”

“It was a chance I had to take,” he abruptly said, pulling his hands away when he sealed your bandages with a knot. He found your eyes were on them, sorrow shaking your irises, tears reluctant to fall, clamping on to the last bit of strength escaping at the sight of it. The bandages were already staining red as they soaked in your blood and a murmur from Izuku about stitching the wound fell deaf to your ears. “The bandages should stop the bleeding soon, I wrapped it tight enough, but we probably would have to stitch it.” No response left him worried, but he didn’t know that a sob would’ve force its way out if you had spoken.

“Maybe you need some rest,” he took note of your only reaction being a bite to your lip and he stood up, giving a caress to your forehead before leaving you with a departing smile. “Call me if you need anything, I’m right next door.”

The door had shut behind him and as if on cue, you hunched over your lap, gripping your bandaged arm until you felt your palm grow moist with your blood.

…

Night had fallen upon the lands and the stars twinkled innocently above, served as a canvas for the half-moon that laid supine against it. A soothing atmosphere was a sign for a storm coming and the wolves were steadily preparing for it by carrying the outside furniture indoors by the order of Mitsuki. Although, they were quite oblivious of the very storm that brewed within their mountains. The ground was trembling under Katsuki’s feet as he circled around in his cave, unable to stay still with his rage. He held his hands into a fist, so clenched that veins from his knuckles to the upper part of his arms were apparent. The anger had reddened his usually fair skin and he found himself kicking a wooden chair to the floor in one of his strides.

Ochako had walked into his cave unannounced to the sight of him releasing his rage on a chair, that particular action aroused a series of words from him, too much involved in his head to notice her presence. When her voice came, he wasn’t nonplussed at the sound but rather, furious that it didn’t belong to you. He didn’t want any other woman in his cave defiling your lingering scent.

“Katsuki, I beg of you,” she started, and he was already growling, “go find her.”

“She chose to be with that bastard… It was obvious she didn’t want me.”

“This is no time for self-pitying,” she approached with caution, stopping just arm length away from him. He remained stagnant with his back towards her, his gaze melting into the wooden legs of the upturned chair. “She’s hurt because of you... and by you.”

She was relentless in her words, solemn capturing the intonation of her vocals. “You know what that means, don’t you? She’ll bleed to death without you.”

“Then maybe she shouldn’t have left me,” he hissed.

“Have you no sense in that giant head of yours? She will die - what isn’t in those words that wouldn’t make you go after her?”

“I think you forgotten your place if you’re talking to me like that. I know you’re that stupid, but I don’t need you yammering in my ear about my decisions. She fucking made her choice and if that leads to her death then so be it.”

The words coming out of Katsuki wasn’t believable to her, it lacked the usual softness when he spoke of you, indifference was the least expected emotion to hear from him. Her disbelief led her to walk around to face him, wondering if those words had matched his expression. How grave it felt when those red eyes that laid upon her embodied the soul of wrath.

“You’re insufferable. It’s no wonder she left. Who would want to be with someone as arrogant and cruel as you. You don’t even care that she would bleed to death, her last memory of you being a beast!”

“Ochako, get out of my face.”

“She loves you, you idiot! The only thing she talked about with me was you! Asking me questions about you, asking me whether she should make up with you. All she thought about was you! All she wanted was you! But as usual, you’re always ruining things that were good for you all because you’re too stubborn to listen to reason!”

“Then why did she leave me, huh?! If that’s true, then why the fuck isn’t she by my side right now?!”

“What do you think? It’s because you don’t listen.”

He growled darkly, turning to storm off but Ochako grabbed his arm and he tore it out of her hold, spitting out, “don’t touch me!” But she was as relentless in her words as she was in her actions, persistence was something Katsuki currently didn’t have the patience for.

“Katsuki!” A final tug on the sleeves of his clothes was what made his voice bounce against the stony walls.

“Ochako, I swear - if you test me, I won’t hold back! I’m not going to run to her side or whatever the fuck you want me to do. She made her choice, she chose to leave me with another man after all that I did for her! So, if you want to still be a part of this pack by the end of the night, then you best get the hell out of my face. Now.”

…

Darkness resided in all corners of the cabin, its long fingers stretched around the halls, consuming all who lingered within it. A figure stood tall, flat against the walls, with sharp eyes that narrowed in silts. It moved about with lanky limbs through the shadows whose footsteps were barely audible against the wooden floors. How the wooden boards of the flooring didn’t creak under the weight of it was beyond the logic of physics. It stood in front of the door to your room, claws clutched at the doorknob, turning it sluggishly until it clicked, and the door pushed open with a groan.

Glowing slits shrouded in the dark found your body upon the bed, supine on the bare mattress, and arm covered in bandages. Your sweat gathered at your clavicles, and your eyebrows clenched together along with the fist of your injured arm. You were too deep in your conscious to be aware of the figure clambering over you, eyes fallen over the motion of your chest, the rise and fall defined the crease of your cleavage that peeked behind the collar of your tunic. A claw slithered around and squeezed your soft breast, and your nipple hardened in response. You stirred slightly, expression tightening when aggression rose in its movements. You began gasping like the air had suddenly left your lungs and the oxygen of the surrounding area dissipated.

The bandages around your arm was suddenly squeezed against your skin, the pounding of your heart nearly felt from the tightness. Pain had shot up through your upper arm like a needle was dug through your heated skin.

You woke up, but to darkness. Still, something was there. You felt its weight push against you and your scream was eaten by a palm clasped around your lips. You tousled with the figure with your eyes alert in the dark. You couldn’t see a thing, but you felt everything, from the palm pressed against your mouth to the hand juggling between your breasts and stomach, the feeling of something but nothing at all.

Still, you fought with all of your might, muffled screams and kicks that seemed to hit nothing but the dark. One of your hands slapped the air at the feeling of something hovering over you, your legs forcefully splitting for the weight that shifted in between them. You whimpered, most of it muffled. The tears fell silent while the gash on your arm grew loud in agony.

The palm had left your mouth, but fear had held you hostage, so your words had fallen in reserve behind gritted teeth and your energy was spent throwing your arms against your assaulter, hitting, yet again, the darkness.

But something was there. You could feel its presence, its slimy claws stretching your collar until it ripped. Something was being pressed in between your legs, slightly rocking against you to create friction.

“S-Stop…” Your protest faltered when those claws bound your neck into the pillow and you were forced to stare up into the abyss, into the eyes of nothing yet you felt the heat of nothing upon your face.

The claws then sunk through the wound of your arm, earning a piping scream as you tousled and squirmed, shouted and kicked at the burning sensation of your skin splitting. At that point, your only wish was to have its claws taken out of your raw flesh. It felt like your arm was sitting bare under the sun, fried under its gaze until all that remained was a crusted overlay of dried blood and mangled skin.

“H-Help…!” You found yourself calling into the abyss, the torment now reaching your upper arm and shoulder.

“Katsuki…!”

A call of your name was what you heard, and your eyes opened to a pair of emerald eyes surrounded by the dim lighting of a candle. Your arms were being held down by the hands grasping them, one of them careful enough not to touch the wound that was profusely dripping of blood. You were still thrashing around in his grip, heaving as if you finally gained control of your lungs.

“K-Katsuki! Katsuki!” You screamed his name like it would’ve offered you some protection. Hysteria had embraced you and kept you far from reality.

Izuku hugged you, despite not being the one who you called for. His hand held your head beside his clavicles, shushing the sobs that left you. “Shh… I’m right here. I’m here…”

His soothing voice worked as a spell, your thrashing reduced to small whimpers as your arms lazily went under his arms and your fingers dug into his back. You hadn’t yet been released from the dream, in fact, your mind hadn’t yet realized that this was reality and the Katsuki you believed you were holding was nothing more than your imagination.

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[kairi-chan]

I Got You (XXXI) - BoruSara

Title: Plead Guilty

Genre: If idiocy was a crime, these two better plead guilty

Rating: T

Beta read by: @sandpancakecat <3 

Shikadai, Sumire, Wasabi, Namida, Chocho, Denki, and Iwabe and Inojin sat down huddled closer together. Even if they tried to keep their voices down, the intrigue filled the air, excitement making their voices rise. Everyone who passed by their table shook their heads, vexed with all the gossiping going on.

“I heard Kagura cried a lot,” Namida whispered sadly. “But overall, he was really nice about it.”

Wasabi buzzed her lips. “Yeah, but I heard Sarada didn’t even shed a tear.”

“No, she did!” Chocho hissed, obviously defending her best friend. “It just… took a while before it actually hit her. She was a mess back in the dorm...”

“Did she cry because she ended it, or because she was ashamed, she dragged it on for that long?” Shikadai snorted, to which Iwabe snickered.

“Hey,” Denki slapped Iwabe’s shoulder with the back of his hand. “Sarada really liked him. I’m sure it was hard for her to make the decision.”

Inojin rolled his eyes as his friends kept talking about her breakup, grimacing each time someone brought up incorrect information. As soon as he heard Sarada called Kagura to break up, he waited and planned who he could get all the details from. Obviously, Chubbs wasn’t going to spill all the details.

Despite Chocho’s zeal for… information, she generally kept quiet. Inojin knew Sarada asked Chocho not to tell their other friends, in fear that Boruto would hear what she had told Kagura. It was expected, really. Even if Sarada was close to him and Shikadai, she wouldn’t come gushing to them about all the dirty details, either. He pursed his lips and guessed she was with Mitsuki right now, probably telling him about what happened. Mitsuki also didn’t spill… not as much, at least. But it was frustrating to get him to talk.

Which is exactly why Inojin took the liberty of going to the next best source--Kagura’s friends. Well, ex-friends, that is. The guys on the fencing team were good at the sport, but inherently bad news. The biggest baddie was Shizuma and had Kagura wrapped around his finger before Sarada entered the picture.

Oh boy, did that guy hate her and their friend group. Kagura had drifted away from Shizuma's clique once he and Sarada started dating, but now that they were over… it was bound to happen. Kagura eventually came back to them. Despite the nasty looks, they still welcomed their star player back. Shizuma also wasted no time to sink his teeth back into his prey.  

Shizuma was the first to know, being in Kagura’s inner circle. But like hell that guy would spill the tea. That dude was one pretty boy and liked to talk, but like Chubbs, he was also protective of Kagura and had a lot of influence over him. Borderline manipulative, really. Inojin shuddered. He did not like the other stories he heard about Shizuma in the past…

Really, Inojin was happy for the dude when he started dating Sarada just because he was out of Shizuma’s grasp…

The next best person to ask was the idiot of that group. When Inojin managed to get him alone, he hit the jackpot. His source had been none other than Shizuma’s number one suck up, Tsuruchi Hachiya. Arguably, he was also in Kagura’s inner circle since he hung around him a lot, but he didn’t seem like a close friend. Kagura would help Tsuruchi with homework and eat with him and stuff, but Inojin never felt the… bond of brotherhood between the two. Judging from Shizuma’s bad mood and his other fencing teammates hanging around him all day, it looks like the gang was already informed regarding what went down.

It was too easy to get Tsuruchi to talk. Inojin thought he would need to resort to bribery or force, but the idiot was all too eager to blab. Clearly mirroring Shizuma’s distaste for the breakup, and how frustrated he was with Sarada and Kagura’s “weak” response to her reasons. It hurt to hear Shizuma’s words, despite it coming out of Tsuruchi’s mouth, and all the other nasty things he said. But two things were clear to Inojin:

One. Kagura was nowhere near angry or said anything hurtful to Sarada. He took it rather well, and they even hugged it out. He also asked for them to remain friends, and on good terms, to which Sarada obliged.

Two. Sarada’s reasons were utter bullshit, but when Kagura brought up that Boruto was the real reason for their breakup, her temper rose. Although she did not deny it as well. Kagura was able to placate her, assuring her that he had known all along that she was in love with Boruto. And that it was clear to Kagura he failed to make her have a change of heart.

That last point really stung. Even if Inojin was definitely on Boruto’s side to get him to confess and be with their other idiot friend, it was obvious Kagura really did love Sarada and he felt bad for the dude. All his conniving with Shikadai and Chocho and the drinking sessions he had with the boys and encouragement he threw at Boruto to get Sarada back into his life flashed before his eyes. It made his heart twist, and he blocked out a good minute of Tsuruchi blabbing away.

The guilt Inojin felt was heavy, and he could only imagine what Sarada felt when Kagura hit the nail on the coffin. Vaguely, Inojin wondered what Boruto would feel once he heard… Despite his stupid choice not to tell Sarada early on and his feelings towards her, Boruto and Kagura were friends. This was like, breaking the bro code but not really… Well, technically Boruto did, but fuck it. It was all too complicated to present to a jury and have them judge. It was so much easier if all the idiots just pleaded guilty.

Inojin didn’t even wait for Tsuruchi to finish his rant. He just left him there and thought about what to do with all the information, hands stuffed in his pockets. It had been a little over a week, and Boruto and Sarada were still avoiding each other like they had cooties or something.          

He grimaced when Iwabe suggested that Sarada probably lost her temper, and worse, Kagura accused her of cheating. Although Chocho was quick to deny it, Inojin couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood from his seat and gave everyone a hard stare but his gaze landed on Shikadai for a split second longer and the boy nodded. Without another word, he picked up his backpack and left.

Idiots. This wouldn’t need to happen if both of them simply told the truth and kissed and made up already. It would put out all the fires and kill all the rumors. Honestly. He just had to do it himself, didn’t he? Why was Inojin such a good friend, and the only one with at least one brain cell around here? . . . It didn’t take long for Inojin to decide who to approach. Going for Boruto was obvious and easy, but the guy was wallowing in sadness and moaning like the drama queen he was. Just thinking of attempting to get Boruto to look at him was already making Inojin’s brow twitch. Sarada was also in a bad place, but she was nice and could be reasoned with. Stubborn as fuck but she could still be reasoned with. Right. To Sarada’s dorm, then.

With a fist raised and a peace offering held in the other hand—a cup of her favorite Ninbucks coffee, of course—Inojin took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A sniffle, and a groan. He knocked again.

Silence this time.

He pursed his lips. Ah. She was pretending she wasn’t at home. Tough luck, girl. Inojin is also a stubborn bitch.

“Hey, Sar!” He knocked louder. Ah. That annoying nickname he deigned to use only and only when he had a death wish.

A growl. Yup. She knew who it was.

“Sar, come on. Open up! I got ya Ninbucks!”

Shuffling. And then a hiss, “It better be my favorite.”

Inojin grinned. “You bet. Would I dare give you anything less?”

She opened the door, her nose up in the air, an attempt to look snobbish. Perhaps if Inojin didn’t know her so well, he would have thought she really was. Try as she might, Sarada was no Uchiha snob. He was thankful for it, really. He liked how Sarada was, despite being an idiot and all. Why did he have such idiots for friends to begin with?

He handed her the drink and she invited him in, looking rather pleased that the drink was larger than her usual. She sat on her bed and tucked her legs under as she sipped on her drink and pulled the blanket over her shoulders. Inojin eyed the photocopied notes scattered around. Right. Chubb’s did mention she wasn’t going to class. Probably an attempt to avoid Boruto since nearly all their classes were the same. Speaking of which… Inojin sat on her bed and looked at her.

“When do you plan to stop avoiding Boruto?”

She sipped a little too hard and coughed.

He grinned. “Instead of working twice as hard studying from someone’s notes which aren’t half as good as yours,” Inojin eyed the scraggly handwriting and scrunched his nose. “Why don’t you just go to class?”

“I don’t feel like going,” she snapped.

Bullshit. Before he could even say it, she beat him to it.

“It is not bullshit, okay? I really don’t feel well. The cold is coming, and I just don’t want to get anyone sick.”

Inojin fake coughed. “Oh, you’re getting me sick. Sick of all your bullshit.”

Sarada glared daggers at him but he waved her off. “Seriously now. Other than it’s getting really awkward, people are starting to talk about what happened. Kagura’s back to hanging out with Shizuma and his lackeys, our friends are gossiping, you and Boruto are obviously still acting like babies. What, am I supposed to just--let this all happen?”

“It’s none of your business who Kagura hangs out with, what our friends talk about or how Boruto and I are being right now.”

Red. Inojin saw red. He stood and his voice rose. “Utter bullshit, Sarada. You’re all my friends and all this stupid shit has gotta stop! It’s toxic! You already took a good step by breaking things off with Kagura, why can’t you just pull through with the rest and clean up this mess you made?”

Livid. Sarada was livid. Inojin could have sworn her eyes turned red. She also stood up and stared him down. Thank god he was nearly a head taller than she was now. “Look, if you came here to yell at me and rub in that I made a mistake, I already know that!”

“Knowing is different from doing!” Oh yeah. Let the neighbors know there’s a fight happening in here why don’t ya, Inojin? Perhaps he could yell a little louder.

She grimaced and looked away. “I’m not going to avoid him forever, okay? I just… I need time to think!”

“Think faster because it’s stupid to let this linger any longer.”

“Stop calling me that!”

He crossed his arms. “Only after you fix this, Sar.”

“It’s not completely my fault.” She was shaking now, and by the looks of it, wishing she could set him ablaze with her eyes. He was glad things didn’t work that way in this universe.

Inojin examined his nails. “No, but it still is. You and Boruto better plead fucking guilty.”

Sarada pursed her lips and crossed her arms. “The coffee doesn’t make up for this, you know? If I knew you were going to scold me, I wouldn’t have let you in…”

Okay, that comment kind of stung. It’s not like he came here with the intent to be mean. No, not at all. He just wanted to fix it already! Hearing other people talk and seeing these two (dear to him) idiots being difficult really hurt, you know? It’s been going on for far too long and it was time to put an end to it. “Sar, I didn’t mean it like that…”

She looked away. And yes, she knew he didn’t mean it. But it still hurt. “I know,” Sarada muttered. “I know I fucked up.”

He groaned. Why must he be such a softie?

Sarada sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to hide her face away from.

He looked up to the ceiling. “Alright, alright!” Why did she have to pull the crying card? She knew he hated it when she did that. Hell, when any of his friends did that. Especially Boruto. He abused that card, even if he would never admit he ever even used it. With a small pout on his lips, he opened up his arms. She peeked at him and then raised a brow.

“Come on, don’t make me say it and just get in here.”

She pouted right back at him. “I want to hear it.”

His blue eyes narrowed. “Sar, don’t push your luck. I got you coffee.”

Sarada giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist, accepting his form of an apology. As if he needed to apologize but whatever. “Now can you go to Boruto and makeup, please?” Now he was being polite? What is going on with the world?

She held him tighter. “He won’t… he won’t even reply to my messages.”

This made Inojin stiffen. Boruto? Not replying to Sarada? And Sarada, texting first? The world was ending. He was calling it. But maybe this is exactly what they needed…

“I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered.

She snickered. “Good. Then I won’t have to go talk to him anymore!”

Inojin pulled her back and glared. “Oh no. You are going to, even if I have to drag you there.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He smirked. “Why do you think I got you a venti? Of course I am.”

A/N: This was difficult, but also fun to write. I love writing in Inojin’s ever sassy perspective! Big thanks to Nastya for beta-reading this for me! Idk what this fic would be without her, honestly. 

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[littlepurinsesu]

[IDOLiSH7] DUSK TiLL DAWN (Story Translation 3)

*Note: This is a Chinese-to-English translation using the official Chinese translation from the TW server! There’s a small chance that some phrases may differ slightly from the original Japanese text due to different wording and localisation, but overall there shouldn’t be too much of a difference so probably nothing to worry too much about xD

CHARACTERS: Iori: Io Yamato: Yamarson Mitsuki: Mick Tamaki: Tamathony Sogo: Somas Nagi: Nagistopher Riku: Rictor

(I will include the characters’ names in brackets even if they haven’t revealed their names yet, because it would just be too confusing otherwise. I recommend having the game story open as you read so you get a better feel of the characters’ actions and expressions, since I won’t be indicating them here ^^)   ---

STAGE 3

20:30

Tamathony: If we rush down this path in one breath, we’ll get to the underground subway!

Io: Woah…! There are monsters approaching from behind…!

Mick: Don’t look back! Just run!

Yamarson: Huff, huff…

Somas: That monster really was slow.

Io: What?

Somas: It really had the feel of a zombie, amazing!

Io: What are you still being happy about at a time like this!

<ROAR>

Yamarson: Oi, we’re being surrounded…! What do we do!

Mick: Ah, wait for me for a moment! I’ll bring out the secret weapon now! You guys block your ears…!

<CRASH CRASH CRASH>

<ROAR>

Mick: Okay!

Nagistopher: Mick. Throw it to the enemies here, too.

Mick: Okay, Captain! Ah, oh no, my hand slipped…!

<BAM BAM BAM>

Somas: Wow~! So cool…!

Rictor: S-So amazing… Not only shooting down a grenade, but also hitting the Gathereds…

Mick: That’s our Captain!

Nagistopher: Mick, that’s the seventh time you’ve done that since this term.

Mick: Eh, did I do it that many times…?

Yamarson: Woah! What’s that! Siren head!?

<ROAR>

Io: There’s no end to this…! Just how many are there! Somas, there are monsters over on your side!

Somas: Woah…!

Yamarson: Dammit, we were just a little away from the underground subway, and now I have to fight with this little knife…!

21:00

Io: Huff, huff… We finally managed to get to the underground subway.

Mick: It’s so quiet…

Io: It’s missing the breath of humans, this place makes me feel uncomfortable…

Somas: There’s not only a strange fog, but also lots of dead mice.

Yamarson: Sigh… Are we really going to go through a place like this to get to the lab?

Rictor: Sorry, taking this path is the quickest, and the safest. There’s a hidden passageway up ahead; even among those in the lab, only a small number of people know about it.

Io: Why do you know about this passageway? Didn’t you say you were a basic-level employee?

Rictor: … The doctors told me. People like me who were born in the lab rarely go outside, so they told me so that I could use it in case something happens… The doctors have always treated me well, trying their hardest to make sure I don’t feel lonely.

Mick: You say you were born in the lab, meaning that your parents are those two doctors?

Rictor: No, the doctors are the doctors. I don’t know who my parents are… Woah! Ouch.

Io: A-Are you okay?

Rictor: Mm, I’m okay… It’s too dark, so the view isn’t very clear…

Io: Rather than saying it’s too dark… why not say that it’s because you’re wearing that mask?

Rictor: Eh?

Io: Alright, stand up. It’d be better to take off that mask.

Somas: Eh! He feels really strong and cool wearing that mask, is he going to have to take it off?

Mick: Io is right. Bad vision could be fatal! If you don’t want to become a part of those guys, take it off.

Rictor: … But… is the air here okay?

Mick: Air?

Rictor: It must be really dirty…

Io: He seems to have been taught to wear that antivirus mask whenever he goes outside.

Tamathony: Is that so? Then isn’t it really bad that we aren’t wearing masks?

Mick: Not at all… Seriously, what kind of education did you receive. Rictor, the air here is fine. If there were any problems, we’d all be dead ages ago.

Rictor: Th-That’s true… I understand. Huff… It was so uncomfortable just before.

Mick: What, you’re still just a kid! Are you really a researcher?

Rictor: So mean! I’m a true adult through and through…!

Tamathony: Mick doesn’t really have the right to say that.

Mick: Ah? Did you say something just then?

Tamathony: No~ Ah… hey, we’re gonna continue ahead, right?

<ROAR>

Rictor: Woah!

Yamarson: Oi oi oi, just how many are gonna come…!

Tamathony: There are so~ many. It’s basically peak time.

21:45

<BAM BAM BAM>

…!

<ROAR>

Io, Yamarson, Somas, Rictor: Huff, huff…!

Mick: Just how many are there! You guys, don’t get surrounded!

Nagistopher: Get on the subway tracks!

Tamathony: Hurry up! Run, run!

Yamarson: Urgh…

Somas: Yamarson!!

Yamarson: Huff, huff…

Rictor: …! Just as I thought… you’ve been infected, right?

Somas: Infected…!?

Rictor: Your complexion has been looking pretty bad, and you have symptoms of a fever. And… your eye is already showing early signs of an outbreak…

Io: I-It’s shining…!

Tamathony: Is this for real…

Yamarson: N-No! I haven’t been infected! I…!

<CLICK>

Yamarson: No… please no! Don’t dispose of me!

Rictor: P-Please wait! He hasn’t broken out yet! We can still make it, we can save him if we have the vaccine that the doctors made!

Mick: … But we don’t even know when he’s going to break out!

Rictor: In any case, give him a painkiller first…!

Tamathony: Hey…!

Rictor: Yamarson, please eat this first… This is a new medicine, but I think it’ll work.

Yamarson: Urgh…

Io: Can he really be saved?

Rictor: Yes… As long as we give him the vaccine before he breaks out.

Yamarson: …

Mick: Sigh… Listen carefully, bringing him with us means placing everyone in mortal danger. Do you understand?

Rictor: I-I understand… But, he still has a chance to be saved.

Somas: … Um~

Mick: What is it?

Somas: Sorry, but I thought of a common trope in movies. If we kill our comrade now, it’ll raise a death flag for another person… We all went through so much to make it here, so I think it’ll be better if we get to the end together. If we can save Yamarson, acquire the vaccine, and everyone lives on, then it means we win. It’ll be a happy ending!

Io: You’re saying this kind of stuff again! I told you we aren’t filming a movie!

Somas: But…

Io: There’s never a good outcome when I listen to you, I’ve lost count of how many times…!

Somas: I-Is that so…?

Io: Did you forget? Something happened when we were in middle school…

Somas: Woah! Do you have to mention that thing now!?

Io: Anyway! You always act on a whim, never considering the outcome! … But…

Somas: …?

Io: If possible, I also hope we can all live on together!

Somas: Io…!

Tamathony: Hey~ Are you guys done yet~

Somas: Ah… sorry.

Mick: Captain! … Ah, it seems that there’s no need to ask, you’ve already made your decision, right.

Nagistopher: Yes, it’ll be fine as long as we keep a close eye on him during the journey, simple as that. Let’s hurry up and keep moving.

Mick, Tamathony: Understood!

<ROAR>

Rictor: !?

Io: What is it this time!?

Somas: So loud… Is it the roar of something…?

Mick: Something’s coming…! Everyone prepare for battle!

<CLICK>

<ROAR>

22:30

<ROAR>

<BAM BAM BAM>

Tamathony: Oi~ What’s up with this guy, he’s super strong~!

Io: My arrows are getting absorbed…!

Tamathony: It’s so hard to grasp whether its body is hard or soft!

Mick: Anyway, just take it on!

<BAM BAM BAM>

Rictor: I-It’s no use!

Yamarson: It’s can’t be…

<ROAR>

Somas, Rictor: Woah!

Io: Somas! Rictor!

<ROAR>

Tamathony: If we keep this up, more and more of them will gather!

<BAM BAM BAM>

Yamarson: Urgh…!

Rictor: Yamarson!

<BAM BAM BAM>

Nagistopher: Tamathony.

Tamathony: What~ Captain! I’m a little busy at the moment.

Nagistopher: You take everyone to the institute.

Tamathony: What!?

Mick: We’ll be wasting too much time if we’re all stalled here!

Tamathony: But, will you two be okay!

Mick: Please, did you forget who we are!

Tamathony: … Got it!

Nagistopher: We leave it to you over there.

Tamathony: Mm! Leave it to me!

Mick: We’ll be depending on you! We’ll catch up very soon!

Io: … I’ll stay behind too.

Somas: Io! What are you saying…

Io: It’s not like me to continue receiving help one-sidedly.

Somas: That may be true, but it’s really dangerous! It’s not like you to be so reckless!

Io: I’m very calm. Also…!

<SHOOT>

<ROAR>

Io: I can cover for them from afar!

Somas: But…!

Mick: You’re pretty good, huh! Alright, then Captain and I will fight that big one. We’ll leave the surrounding Gathereds to you!

Io: Alright! I understand!

Somas: Io!

Io: Did you forget about my skills!?

Somas: … Of course I didn’t forget… You took three consecutive wins in the World Archery Championships’ Junior Division! Right!

Io: That’s right! Having me go against those weak ones is way too easy!

Somas: … I understand. But don’t push yourself too hard!

Io: That’s my line. Leave this place to us, you guys quickly go ahead!

Tamathony: Why is he giving instructions.

Somas: Io is the student council president! So cool, right!

Tamathony: Then, Captain~! We’ll go on ahead~ Mick, don’t die~

Mick: I’m not gonna die!

Nagistopher: Alright, let’s clean up these guys.

<ROAR>

<BAM BAM BAM>

Nagistopher: Your opponent is here.

Mick: I’m already gearing up…!

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More than friends

Rated M

Summary: A response to this prompt: ‘ A borusara prompt where Boruto is too afraid to confess that he likes Sarada, but everytime people asked them if they were a couple, he has to say no because he wasn’t sure about her feelings to him is mutual or not’‘

This  strays a little from the prompt but it’s still based of it, and of course this has angst, but just a  little bit.

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The taste of whiskey rolled on his tongue, but the pungent taste of the alcohol was washed away by the taste that was so uniquely her.

At that moment, he couldn’t think of anything except Sarada, her taste, her touch, her smell and his love for her.

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‘’You two dating or something?’’ Inojin asked one day, after their academy training as he heard Boruto and Sarada biker.

‘’What!? Ewww!’’ they both exclaimed in unison.

‘’Hey! I know why I might say that, but why are you saying that?’’ Sarada said, glaring daggers at her friend.

‘’Oh please, you know how many girls would kill themselves just so they could be with me?’’ Boruto said arrogantly.

‘’Zero?’’ Sarada said, before smirking at Boruto’s glare.

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She was soft, softer than he ever imagined she would be.

His hands roamed her burning hot skin from under her shirt, feeling every scar that married her upper body as his lips traced kisses on her neck, her fingers pulling gently at his hair.

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‘’So you two are not dating right?’’

‘’No we’re not.’’ Boruto answered the boy who came up to him.

‘’Great!, i thought I lost my chance with Sarada-chan.’’ the boy told him before he ran off.

‘’’Who is he calling sarada-chan?!’’ Boruto asked himself as he looked at the back of his female teammate.

He couldn’t see it really, why so many boys were pinning after her, like sure she is beautiful, he can’t deny that, but she’s just Sarada, nothing more.

She’s still the girl that used to punch him when he’d take her toy, the same girl that taught him how to throw shuriken and the same girl he considered his rival.

But even so, he couldn’t shake down the feeling of jealousy that rose from the pit of his stomach when he saw the blonde shinobi from earlier come up and talk to her.

An it wasn’t until then that he noticed that Sarada was a girl, a fourteen year old girl with boys crushing on her left and right.

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He always thought she was beautiful, the way her hair shined, the way her eyes shone with determination and courage, her long eyelashes and her pink lips.

Lips that always seemed to be calling out to him, inviting him to push his lips on hers, to feel her shaky breath on his wet lips, to caress her hair while his teeth gently bit her lower lip, hearing her moan and try to close the distance between them..

He couldn’t hold it anymore, so he did exactly what he imagined since he was fourteen, since the first time he felt an urge to kiss a girl.

She welcomed his lips on hers, moving her own in sync with his moves, one arm wrapped around his neck while the other lay on his chest, right above his heart.

His hands moved so he could grasp her head, holding her in place as he pulled away slightly, just enough so he could pull at her lower lip with his teeth, she tried to close the distance between them, but he was holding her head, so she opened her eyes and glared at him, which made him smirk and dip down, to trail down her body.

‘’Bo…’’ she moaned when his lips met her left nipple

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‘’She was calling out for you when I was healing her.’’ Mitsuki said, in an attempt to break the silence.

Team 7 was on a mission when missing nin attacked them, they managed to separate them with the most going after Sarada, which was why Boruto took them out as fast as he could so he could help his female teammate.

But he was too late, they were already done with, but Sarada was lying on the ground, a pool of blood forming under her, and that was when she noticed him, calling out his name before losing consciousness.

Boruto sighed as he watched the sleeping form of his childhood friend, or maybe more than a friend?

He knew he liked her, but he just wasn’t sure how much.

‘’Bo?’’ Sarada whimpered, her eyes still closed as her lips pulled into a grimace of pain.

He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing that he felt inclined to do, which is grab her hand and squeeze it.

‘’I’m here.’’ he whispered, a reminder for himself more than for her as he felt her hand tighten on his.

He doesn’t know how long their hands were entwined, but he assumed it was a while since Mitsuki came to check on him.

‘’You sure you two are friends?’’ Mitsuki asked as soon as he saw their hands as Boruto only gulped, not finding an answer.

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‘’I promise you we’re just friends.’’ Sarada said for the hundredth time to her lover as she held his hand, preventing him from stepping away.

‘’Are you sure about that?’’ Kagura asked as he stared her straight in the eye.

Kagura has walked in one of Boruto and Sarada’s friday nights, these were nights they’d have ever since they were six, just the two of them, watching movies, eating and watching the  stars before going to bed.Apparently he didn’t like the fact that his girlfriend was sleeping in the same room as her  childhood friend.

‘’I swear, nothing happened between us.’’ Sarada said, holding Kagura’s gaze for as long as she needed to before he gives up.

It didn’t take long until Kagura’s gaze dropped and he opened his arms, an invitation for a hug, which Sarada gladly accepted.

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Amidst all the passion,love and lust he was feeling, a bit of confusion was making its way into Boruto's mind, a confusion which increased when he felt her hands squeeze his chest.

His hands reached towards hers, which were about to pull his pants down.

‘’So you’re not gay?’’ he bluntly asked, which made Sarada freeze in her place.

‘’You do know i dated men before Takira right?’’ she asked, shooting him a look that clearly conveyed that his question was ill timed.

‘’Yeah, but i thought that you were experimenting with guys, or with girls, or no no that’s-’’ Boruto blabbered before Sarada interrupted him.

‘’I’m bi.’’ she confessed, staring at him for a moment before pulling him towards her and kissing him, her hands going back down to his pants.

Boruto was relieved, cause ever since he saw her that time, all hope of of her liking him back vanished.

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She was tall, blond, hazel eyed and dressed in ANBU gear.

Those were the things he picked up on Takira the first time he saw her, well other than her lips which were moving aggressively against his crush’s lips, red tainting her cheeks as she tried to keep up with the ANBU soldier.

‘’Well she seems to have a thing for blondes.’’ Mitsuki remarked, as if it was a simple comment about the weather

He was right, first Kagura and  know this woman.

He was blonde, he had bright colored eyes and he was tall, in terms of appearance, he wasn’t lacking and he could probably beat that woman’s ass too in a fight.Or not, he saw her train with Sarada the other day and she wasn’t ANBU captain for nothing it seemed.

‘’She is hot thought…’’’Boruto almost smacked himself at the thought,

‘’’ she, she she….’’ in all the years he knew Sarada, he would have never have guessed that she liked women, there were the occasional times he’d notice that she starred at some women way too long, or the way she’d shy away when one of her friends would grab her hand or hug her for more time than usual.

Of course, that would explain why Kagura’s complaints that Sarada seemed disinterested in him in the final weeks before their break up, but maybe that was because she had already met Takira by that point.

Maybe he should have known, Mitsuki knew, not because Sarada told him, but because he just knew, maybe he was just too dense to notice.

Maybe he shouldn’t have brushed aside the fact that Sarada was clearly checking Takira out the first time they saw her on a mission, maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that he was imagining things when he saw the blonde woman wink at Sarada, who blushed in response.

Maybe he should have made a move a long time ago.

‘’I’m such a fucking idiot!’’ he thought, his hands running through his hair in an attempt to distract himself from the heartache he was feeling.

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Sarada took a sharp intake of breath as Boruto’s fingers moved around her clit faster, while his tongue worked around her left nipple and his free hand was on Sarada’s hips, trying to hold her in place.

His grip on her hips tightened as she got closer, when he felt she was at her peak, his mouth left her breast and met her mouth, which was open in a moan.

His fingers quickened their pace as her moans were buried in his mouth as her fingers tightened in his hair.

A minute later, after multiple sharp breaths from her, he felt something move against his erection, which sent a rush of pleasure up his spine.

Sarada smirked upon seeing the mix of shock and pleasure on Boruto’s fcae as she continued to rub his member between her thighs.

‘’You holding up?’’ she asked him, a teasing edge clear in her voice, when he buried his head in her shoulder as her fingers played with the tip of him.

‘’Fuck you.’’ he muttered after a particularly hard tug.

‘’Well come on then.’’ Sarada said before Boruto raised his head from her shoulder.

‘’Is this your first time?’’ Boruto asked.

‘’With a man, yes.’’ Sarada answered, after a beat sarada asked him the same question.

‘’No.’’ he answered, which made a frown appear on Sarada’s face only for a second  before she asked him if he had any condoms.

To her surprise, he had, hidden in the inner pocket of his backpack.

Boruto noticed her look of surprise and just shrugged before he put the condom on and positioned himself in front of her entrance.

‘’If it hurts tell me.’’ he said, before grabbing her hand in his and starting to push into her, all the while keeping his eyes on her face, despite the pleasure he was feeling, he refused to close his eyes or remove his sight from Sarada, his eyes watchful for any sign of pain.

Boruto stayed in his position for a minute, waiting for the grimace of pain on Sarada’s face to fade, when it did, she nodded and he continued moving.

It wasn’t long until their breaths were ragged, his groans being buried in her skin as he kissed her neck, leaving multiple  marks there as her hands  grabbed at his hair, her grip getting tighter every time he’d hit a certain spot.

‘’You close Bo?’’’ Sarada asked him when she noticed his thrusts have gotten more sporadic.

She felt him nod, and before she could say anything she felt his hand reach between them and flick at her clit.

A moan tore at her throat as his groans became audible, and a few seconds later, they came together as his body collapsed over hers.

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‘’Why the fuck do you have alcohol in your backpack? We were on a mission, that shit is illegal!.’’

‘’I see ANBU rubbed on you too much .’’ Boruto said, reaching into his backpack and getting the whisky Sarada liked to drink, ‘’ and besides, I got these after we finished the mission, it’s hard to find these in Konoha.’’

Boruto handed the whisky to Sarada who was reluctant to take it.

‘’Oh come one,  like you never drunk on your ANBU missions, besides, it’s freezing cold, this will warm you up.’’ Boruto explained, which made Sarada partially convinced as she reached for the bottle in Boruto’s hand.

‘’Fine, but just a little.’’ Sarada said, taking a seat on the ground next to the fire they had built.

‘’That’s the spirit, think of it as celebratory drinks for finishing our latest S rank mission.’’ Naruto said.

‘’And getting stuck in a cave because of rain, woohoo.’’ Sarada said sarcastically, mockingly raising her arm in the air, while the other arm raised the bottle to her lips.

‘’Very optimistic of you Sar.’’ he remarked, a second later a confused look marred her face.

‘’What?’’ Boruto asked, staring at her with equal confusion.

‘’Why did you call me Sar?’’ She asked, her eyes giving him an accusing look.

‘’Why not?’’ he searched through his memories to  check if there was an instant that nickname came up, never it seemed, cause this is the first time he used it, he even used it on a whim.

Sarada examined him for a minute before finally taking a deep breath apparently deeming him innocent of whatever she thought he was doing.

‘’My ex used to call me that.’’ She confessed, her finger tracing the rim of the bottle in her hands.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry, i didn’t know she-I mean he-i mean your special friend-what? No not that-!’’ Boruto blabbered on until Sarada stopped him, he looked at her as a raising sense of dread grew in him, but the small smile she had on her face relieved him a little.

She won’t punch him to death, at least not today.

‘’You okay?’’ Sarada asked him, reaching for the  vodka bottle in his hand, deciding that he has had enough of it.

‘’Yes I am…’’ he said, but he looked at her and she was giving him the look with the raised eyebrow that just screamed I’m onto you so he continued, ‘’ Sarada, I know you had a girlfriend.’’

Boruto felt bad about knowing that, cause Sarada didn’t tell him, she didn’t tell anybody except Mitsuki, and that’s only because he was the medic in her ANBU team, Boruto only knew because he happened to see them together, kissing behind the tree, when he was searching for Sarada.

‘’And I’m so sorry I knew when you were keeping it a secret.’’ he said, looking everywhere except Sarada’s face.

He expected her to be mad, or sad, or disappointed, but he definitely didn’t expect her to smile at him, a real smile, one of the rare ones he’d only see when she’s around both of her parents or when the hokage compliments her.

‘’You’re too sweet, you know that?’’ Sarada said, her black eyes meeting his blue ones.

‘’You don’t mind?’’ Boruto asked her.

‘’I know you knew Bo, you got us pride flags and gave our group a speech about gay rights a couple of months after I started dating Takira, and besides, did you really think Takira didn’t sense you behind that bush?’’ She said, which made Boruto's cheeks turn red, to Sarada’s amusement.

‘’So you didn’t mind that I knew?’’ he asked.

‘’Not at all, I trusted you.’’ she said, grabbing his hand and holding it between her own hands in an attempt to calm his nervousness down.

‘’Okay then.’’ Boruto said, trying to fight the blush that rose to his cheeks upon noticing her squeezing his own.

‘Could it be? ‘He thought, looking at their joined hands.

‘’What? Never held hands with a girl before?’’ Sarada teased, but her hand never left his.

Boruto’s eyes widened and glared at Sarada before speaking, ‘’ I’ll have you know, I held plenty of hands before!’’

‘Aunt Hinata’s hand doesn’t count.’’

‘’Oh fuck you dattebasa!’’

A gust of wind coming from outside interrupted Sarada’s laughter as her whole body shivered, which prompted Boruto to wrap his arm around Sarada’s shoulders, he expected her to lean away, but she stayed, her hand still locked in his.

‘’Won’t your girlfriend be mad about this?’’ Sarada asked him, moving her head so she could face him.

‘’No, we broke up a while ago, something about me being too much of a hassle and always being bla bla bla…’’ Boruto went on, noticing the small amused smile Sarada had on her face.

‘’Yeah, she’s totally the one at fault here.’’ Sarada commented in a sarcastic tone.

‘’Yeah totally, I didn’t love her in the first place, but she was good in bed.’’ Boruto said,a sly smirk appearing on his face.

‘’Then why did you date her?’’ Sarada asked.

‘’....’’ Boruto didn’t answer immediately, he took a second as if thinking before answering, ‘’Cause she was good in bed.’’

Boruto startled as Sarada shot up and glared at him.

‘’Asshole, you can’t do that to girls! You might have hurt her!’’ she shouted at him.

‘’Well it’s none of your business, so keep out of it.’’ Boruto replied, standing up to face her.

‘’Of course it’s my business! I’m a girl, and I dated a girl! So I know how it feels like to break up with somebody you liked you dick!’’

‘’It’s not like I meant to hurt her! I just tried to date her in an attempt to forget somebody!’’ Boruto stopped and took a sharp intake of breath, realizing what he had just said, but Sarada continued her speech.

‘’You can’t mess with people like that boruto! You end up hurting them and you and other people around you too, you might have caused that girl a lot of pain just because you dated her when you didn’t even like her.’’

Boruto, having had it with her ramblings, said the one thing he swore to himself to never say as he desperately needed to be more than friends with her, he wanted that ever since they were genin, but he never noticed it until this last year and it has been torture to see her happy with someone else, but Boruto was prepared, if she didn’t want this, he’d leave her be, but he just needed to confess, to say that he tried, because being rejected is better than living his life thinking of a what if.

‘’Just shut it will ya! I just dated her to forget the only girl I ever loved dumbass! First she dated Kagura then that blonde woman before i could confess to her that I love her! But she dated that woman for a year and I lost hope so I tried dating someone else to try to forget her, but it didn’t work and I’m stuck in here with the only girl I ever loved ever and she’s giving me a speech about how I shouldn’t date someone I don’t like even though the only person I love is ga-’’ Boruto’s speech got interrupted by a pair of lips landing on his own, they were both not moving, both frozen in shock, and a second later Sarada pulled away.

She looked shocked at herself, like what she did was unexpected even for her.

‘’I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’’ Sarada’s speech trailed away as Boruto’s hand caressed her cheek while his other hand lay on her neck, moving her head sideways so he could kiss her.

There was only a couple of centimeters between them, left by Boruto so Sarada could decide if she wanted this, at this point, he didn’t care that she might be gay, or that she might even not like him, he wanted to take all that she’ll give him.

A second later, the gap between them was closed as Sarada moved her lips against his passionately, her hands grabbing at his hair as his arms pulled her closer to him.

But she withdrew a little from him, their lips still touching, they opened their eyes and her black eyes met the blue eyes she loved so much.

‘’I love you too.’’ She whispered before her lips met his again, continuing their earlier rhythms.

The taste of whiskey rolled on his tongue, but the pungent taste of the alcohol was washed away by the taste that was so uniquely her.

At that moment, he couldn’t think of anything except Sarada, her taste, her touch, her smell and his love for her and her love for him.

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Delayed (MHA/Kacchako, Mini Shot)

A/N:  I don’t know why I had this idea, but I did. I had to get it out. Literally, I said I was going to work on other things right now, but… I got distracted by this idea. My apologies….

Disclaimer:  I do not own Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

This fic is a companion to “PREPARED”, READ HERE -> X

This fic has light mentions of sex and some sex acts, but I don’t think this is NSFW... 

“You look like shit.”

Katsuki didn’t have the energy to snarl. He rolled his eyes, resting his chin against the grasp of his mother’s hand as he allowed her to examine his face.

“What are you gonna do when the baby gets here?” Mitsuki questioned as she shook her head, releasing his face as she pushed him back. She slid off her shoes stepping into the apartment and making her way toward the kitchen. “You think you’re tired now?”

He sighed loudly, dragging his feet as he followed his mother to the kitchen. His elbows collapsed against the counter as he lowered his forehead against the cool granite top.

“Wait until you have an infant screaming morning, noon, and night.”

“That would require us to actually have the baby.” Katsuki closed his eyes as he listened to his mother shuffle around the kitchen, putting away the groceries she’d bought.

The doctor had told them a week ago that they’d be taking their baby boy home any day now. Today, Ochako waddled into the doctor’s office about eleven days past her due date and waddled out nears tears at her lack of progress.

Barely two centimeters dilated.

“Are they gonna induce her?” Mitsuki questioned softly.

“Not yet,” he slowly raised his head, bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laced his fingers together. “The doctor said the brat is fine, Ochako’s fine, and some babies just take longer to come than others. They want to give it a couple more days.”

Mitsuki snorted, placing her palms against the counter, “You were fifteen days late. You decided to grace the world with your presence right when the nurse was about to induce me.”

He shook his head in horror as he swallowed the urge to apologize to his mother. The months leading up to his hand been pretty smooth, and he should have known this was too easy.

“You’re really surprised your child is being stubborn?”

Katsuki hadn’t been the easiest child to raise, but he’d like to think that wasn’t completely his fault. “No. Mom-”

He had to be tired if he was calling her mom. They wouldn’t make it four more days. Katsuki wasn’t sure how they’d made it eleven, but they needed this baby to come immediately.

“We’ve tried everything, but this baby won’t budge,” he told her with a groan. “Ochako’s outside walking right now-”

“Alone!?” Mistuki shouted, glaring at her son in disbelief. “Katsuki! I cannot believe you let her-

“Let her?!” His mother must have forgotten who he married. “I tried to go with her, but…” Katsuki shrugged, arms flailing wildly as he looked at his mother flabbergasted and frustrated. “Fuck! I can only fight so hard!” She was nine months pregnant, but he was pretty sure Ochako still packed a mean punch.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her son. “What if her water breaks?”

It would be a miracle. “We would only be so lucky. I told you! We’ve tried everything. She’s probably walked about a couple miles a day for the last couple weeks and nothing.”

“Spicy food?”

That was a given in this household. “She’s been eating extra spicy food since the first trimester. Nothing.”

“Castor oil?”

“We tried it.”

“Pineapple?”

“We used it last week.” She ate about four whole pineapples last week.

“Sex?”

What?! “Oh god, what the fuck!? Stop!” he cringed, backing away from his mother. Katsuki had been fortunate enough to avoid the sex talk from his parents, and he was hoping to continue to dodge that conversation.

“Sex is the reason you two are making me a grandmother,” Mitsuki chuckled watching him frown in disgust. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two were doing at the dorms-”

“Please stop,” he choked, holding his hands in front of him in surrender. “Can we not talk about-” Katsuki sneered. “That? Please?”

“Sex is a natural way to induce labor,” she shrugged with a little smile. “Try that with a little nipple stimulation.”

“For fucks sake,” Katsuki grumbled covering his face with his hands.

“Language!” Ochako’s voice rang out as she tottered into the apartment.  

“Oh you poor dear,” Mitsuki ran over to her, placing her hands on her daughter-in-law’s large belly. “How are you doing?”

Ochako sighed, digging her hand in her lower back, “I’m good. I was going to walk for a little bit longer, but he decided to start using my insides as a punching bag.”

“Contractions?” Katsuki questioned carefully, trying not to get his hopes up.

“Nope,” Ochako told him evenly. “I think I’m going to be pregnant forever.”

“Well, I was telling Katsuki-”

She wouldn’t. “Don’t you dare!” he warned looking at his mother.

“That you guys should try-”

Of course she would. He said it once and he’d say it again, his mother was evil. “We’re really gonna have this discussion?”

“Have you guys tried having sex?” Mitsuki questioned, pretending her son wasn’t standing between them.

Ochako shook her head, “No.”

“You guys are not having a conversation about sex right now!” Katsuki shouted.

“I am ten thousand months pregnant! We’ve had sex before,” Ochako rolled her eyes, pressing her knuckles into her side.

Obviously, but he didn’t want to discuss this with his mother.

“If you guys wanna give it a try, I can work on dinner,” Mitsuki moved toward the kitchen. “I can make some spicy curry.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

“Thanks,” Ochako nodded, grabbing her husband’s hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

“We’re really gonna go-” He swallowed the obscenity bubbling on the tip of his tongue. “Screw around while that hag is in the kitchen?”

Ochako shrugged as she led him to the bedroom. “This is strictly business.”

“We can’t have sex with my mother here!”

“We’ve had sex at your house before!” They’d had sex at his parents' house many times in the past. Though he planned on taking that information to his grave.

He was pretty sure his mother heard that. “I can’t believe this,” Katsuki sighed as he slammed the bedroom door.

“Be sure you play with her nipples!” Mitsuki shouted.

#kacchako #kacchako fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x uraraka #uraraka ochako

[eleanor-devil]

Naruto Fanfic - Boruto: Sacrifices - Chap.27, The Breaking Point

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Chapter 27 - The Breaking Point

Mitsuki felt his heartbeat fastening now more than ever, his instincts (although he didn't understand how) kicked and before he knew it, his hand had removed the IV and he was standing up on the sill. Catch him. He just had to catch him. That was all. Crouching slightly, taking a deep breath and feeling like he was doing this naturally, like he had been doing this since birth... he jumped forward. He tucked his arms close to his body, gaining even more speed to catch up to Boruto, who was getting closer and closer to the ground... He was not gonna let it end... this was all he had in mind... And then he was there, holding on to Boruto, making the blond's scream cut abruptly as he... did another move out of pure instinct... one hand sign, and suddenly, they were caught by what seemed to be the air currents themselves. Gasping, Boruto opened his eyes... and their eyes met.

Yellow with blue met, the sapphire widened and the gold, although surprised, was staring endlessly in that ocean. It was like... this had already happened before... this familiar sensation was back... Soon the two boys met solid ground with a soft thud as the air current stopped, they landed on their knees and Boruto was still grasping what had just happened. "M... Mitsuki...? What-" Before he could even finish the question, he saw Mitsuki grabbing his shirt right over his heart, panting, sweating, his expression was one of pain. "M-Mit..." Boruto's worried look immediately left in its place panic as his friend's expression turned blank, his eyes rolled backwards... and in the next moment he slumped in his arms. The blond tried frantically to hold onto him, his surprise over the whole situation evaporating. "Mitsuki!!" There was a thud right next to them, and Boruto looked over to see his other teammate... she should've finished with the thugs they were chasing. With a worried look cast over at Mitsuki, Sarada asked no more as she helped Boruto to steady their friend, and they began carrying him to the hospital as fast as they dared to. To say Sakura was shocked when she was called to the hospital's entrance was an underestimation... the woman looked shocked, angry and despaired (after all she had come to check on Mitsuki and saw the room empty). "What in the world happened!?" The Uchiha asked when she saw her daughter and Boruto walking in with Mitsuki unconscious in their arms. "He..." Boruto gulped. "He saved me..." And the medic didn't even know what to say for a moment... instead, she sighed. "Lay him down here." she said briskly, indicating a stretcher. She then arranged it so that he was taken to a nearby emergency room. The children refused to leave the room, and this time Sakura didn't have the energy to tell them to get out - she was too worried of how "saving Boruto" affected Mitsuki... and she had told him no rash actions... this kid, honestly... And just like she had suspected... the readings from the machine wasn't good... He had gone over his limits and of course his heart gave in to it. How he had managed to escape a heart attack was beyond the Uchiha medic. Just as she was finishing reading the results of the machine, Sakura heard Mitsuki stirring and starting to wake up. She immediately approached him, forcing him to stay still although she didn't immediately scold him right after he woke up. "M-mm..." Mitsuki rubbed his eyes to look well at Sakura. "Uchiha-san...?" The way he referred to her had taken Sakura aback... ever since he woke up, he had always called her angel... "Yes... it's me Mitsuki..." She put her hand on his arm gently, still being careful, trying not to rush into things. "How do you feel?" The boy flinched slightly but visibly before he could answer. "I... my chest... hurts..." The medic sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "Do you remember anything?" The boy frowned a bit at the question, like he was making an effort to answer it. But then his eyes widened and he looked back at the pink haired woman urgently. "Is... Is Lord Seventh alright...!? H-he has to be warned there are people after him!" The look in Sakura's eyes softened as she saw the haste in the kid. Seeing him, one wouldn't imagine he was just recently out of coma, the way he worried about apparently everyone else but himself... selflessly so. "He is alright, Mitsuki." she sat on the edge of the bed, looking directly in the boy's eyes. "And he will be glad to hear that you're back among us." A small but genuine smile settled on Mitsuki's face, he was so relieved at the news. Sakura's expression took a more serious note when she next spoke. "Honestly, the one you need to worry about the most is yourself. What you just did caused a problem with your heart, and if I didn't intervene immediately, things could be bad. I don't think I'll have to stress any more how you shouldn't tire yourself any further today. In fact, I'm gonna have to ask you to remain in your bed all day except for bathroom breaks." The boy nodded solemnly - he had conceded that he wouldn't take his life for granted. He wasn't about to go back on his words. "That being said..." and the Uchiha showed her soft smile again. "I believe this reunion was long since awaited." She stepped aside to reveal two of the most important people in his life. For a moment, as he looked into their anxious, expectant faces... Mitsuki didn't know what to say, a huge burst of emotion spreading in his chest. He had no idea, until this very moment, of how much he really missed them... "Boruto... Sarada..." No more words were spoken as the duo both rushed forward. In less than a minute they threw their arms around him, careful but tight. "You have... no idea how good it is to see you again..." Sarada said in a low, fierce tone, shaking a little. Noticing that she was crying, Mitsuki held onto her tighter. "Don't you ever imagine pulling off something like that again..." "I will try," the young bot said with a bit of a smile. Feeling that Boruto pulled back - slightly, that's to say - he turned to face his best friend. "You will try? That's the best you can say?" he was shaking slightly too... but Mitsuki knew that it wasn't just over joy. "Boruto..." "Don't go 'Boruto...' on me! I can't believe you are still going on about how everyone else is doing! I can't believe you just jumped from a window to catch me, disregarding your health! Why can't you just stop for a minute to consider yourself for once?!" "This is not really the time," the Uchiha said in a small voice, but Boruto wasn't listening - and frankly, Mitsuki just let him be. He was prepared for this... deserved this, even. "No, I will never allow you to do such a thing ever again, do you understand me?" Boruto leaned forward, their faces were now up against each other. "Not if my life depends on it. That's a promise." "Boruto..." "What?!" A soft smile spread across the blue haired boy's face. He had missed his friends... so, so much... "Thank you..." The Uzumaki was so taken aback that he just stared at his friend for a moment, not even knowing what to say. And then, without hesitation, he was once again hugging Mitsuki, the slight shaking being the only give away of his emotions. "It's so good to have you back, 'ttebasa..." ... Sakura had not wasted any time to get the amazing news to spread... and they were spreading like wildfire. Naruto was looking through some of the trivial paperwork he had left from the other night, going through the motions of being the Hokage almost automatically by now. He wasn't really expecting any visitors, nor would he have expected them to burst into the office all out of a sudden. When he saw it was Shikamaru, he felt his heart skip a beat - especially after he saw the urgent look on his friend's face. "Naruto..." Shikamaru exclaimed, slightly out of breath. "There is word from the hospital..." Naruto gasped as his eyes widened, and he immediately jumped to his feet. "What is it?" he asked. And then Shikamaru broke into a smile, his features softening. "It would seem that the boy's amnesia is completely cured." Naruto wasn't sure if he heard him right, and just stared blankly at his advisor for a moment. Then, heart racing, he grabbed his phone. ... As she listened on to her husband on the other end of the phone, Hinata felt relief and happiness like she never felt before filling her chest, and she breathed out in relief. "Thank god..." When they ended the call, she felt Himawari tugging at her shirt. "Mama...?" "You better go get ready, baby," Hinata turned to her with a warm smile. "We are gonna go visit your Mitsu-nii... He has apparently missed you a lot." Himawari's blue eyes widened as much as her smile. Did that mean that Mitsu-nii remembered her...? She was so happy that she was already sprinting to her room to get ready. As her daughter ran upstairs, the woman quickly dialed a number. "Hello? Hanabi... is Konohamaru-kun with you..?" ... Hanabi's eyes went wide as she listened to her elder sister, and she softly laughed to herself. "Of course I will tell him nee-san... Thank you..." She ended the call and immediately ran out, where Konohamaru was about to step out for a training session. "Konohamaru!" she called out in joy, and saw surprise filling his blue eyes as he turned to her. She practically ran into him and hugged him, this day couldn't have started more beautifully. "Nee-chan just called!" she breathed joyfully. "His amnesia is cured! You can go visit Mitsuki!" And suddenly the training with Ichiro was completely forgotten as Konohamaru kissed Hanabi out of pure happiness before he sprinted off towards the opposite direction. Towards the hospital... ... He never knew even a hospital building could look like a happy place to him before. As he sprinted through the main doors, everything and everyone seemed livelier, more joyous, and a general aura of calmness lingered over the whole area. Konohamaru practically ran down the corridor to his student's room, and he came to an abrupt halt outside as he took the scene in... His two other students were side by side, their eyes seemed to become red  as they had obviously been crying, but their faces were lit by a smile. And Mitsuki... he was sitting upright... joining in their conversation, even with a small smile of himself... The jounin then felt that he couldn't wait any longer. All three heads turned to the door as it burst open. The three students fell silent as Konohamaru made his way in slowly, as if in a trance. The sensei found himself kneeling down by Mitsuki's bed and putting his hand around the boy's... compared to his it was small, so Konohamaru's covered it all. A smile made its way to the sensei's face as he whispered the first words. "Welcome back, kid." Mitsuki's smile turned brighter, now they were all complete, like how it was supposed to be. He wished he could express to his sensei how grateful he was... for everything... but he didn't know how to. "Konohamaru sensei..." he said instead, hoping that those two little words channeled enough. For the sensei though, it was more than enough. It took every bit of his self-control not to break down in front of the kids as he slowly, gently took Mitsuki in his arms, and hold him tight. He had not realized until now how he had missed the sound of the kid's voice. "You have... no idea..." he whispered fervently. "How glad I am that you finally made it through." Mitsuki felt his eyes burn slightly, he couldn't be happier but he didn't let any of the tears fall, he didn't want to ruin the moment... But he felt so happy that he just knew, and hoped, he had made the right choice in coming back. Instead he wrapped his arms the best he could around his sensei and whispered. "Thank you... sensei..." When he pulled back after a few minutes, though, there was a serious and thoughtful look on the brunette's face. Mitsuki knew what was coming... "Kid..." his sensei began slowly, looking at him in the eyes. "Do you remember what I told you all in our very first serious mission?" There wasn't a single noise in the room. The blue haired boy's gaze wandered to the bedsheets. "You... did say many things, sensei." "You know very well what I mean." Mitsuki remained silent for a while more. His sensei was patient in waiting. "You said that... we should never act alone when we're faced with danger." "Precisely." The look in the jounin's eyes softened a little as he considered his next words. "I didn't think we needed a demonstration on how crucial that warning was..." "That wasn't my intention," the boy murmured softly. "And then what was?" "I never imagined I had to warn you out of all people not to be reckless, Mitsuki..." the Uchiha said, shaking her head. "And all the times I gave Boruto grief for it..." "I didn't do it because of recklessness," Mitsuki said again, this time louder. "I... it felt like I could stop them... no, stall them enough... for..." and his shoulders slumped, his gaze drifting to the bed once again. "...for the reinforcements to arrive. I didn't have the intention to fight to the end." "And that's where you made a mistake. Not knowing your enemy's true strength, you just acted on assumptions." Konohamaru sighed, the look in his eyes turning sad. "Ninjas don't make assumptions, kid. You don't have the luxury for that. You don't chase down possibilities, you will be given clear missions and carry them out. You don't act solo." "I couldn't just sit around and watch them attack the village." Mitsuki protested, looking up. "When you know you can't win against an enemy... you just should." "I'm sorry, sensei." the boy finally muttered. "I should've thought of the consequences." The brunette patted his youngest student's hand, this time with a fond smile, easing the atmosphere a little after his serious talk. "Just concentrate on resting and getting better from now on. We have been incomplete without you..." He didn't see any need to mention to him that he might be forced to leave his ninja life behind depending on the circumstances... no need to stress out the boy right now while he only just regained his memories. ... Izumi wasn't really feeling too good about this decision. Karin had just called this morning and told her that she had something important to discuss with her about the medicine. The redhead had no idea if she had tried out the cure already, but was glad nonetheless that the pregnant woman was true to her words about keeping her updated on the process. It just wouldn't feel right if she had to leave for Kiri without knowing anything. It still didn't ease up the feeling in her chest though. She was still going to... well, uncharted territory, and as much as she wouldn't ever regret her actions, the idea that she might come face to face with the sannin still unnerved her... No, she thought firmly, there was no need to act so ridiculous. She was only going to talk to Karin after all, and even if she did see Orochimaru, there was nothing wrong with just giving him the cold shoulder, just like how he did so many times. She took in a deep breath, looking at the door in front of which she was standing for about five minutes now, and finally knocked. It wasn't answered immediately and Izumi suddenly remembered that the only woman in this household actually had... sensory abilities. Then why... why on earth wasn't she answering the door already...? She got her answer as the door opened. The redhead felt her eyes grow wide. In front of her stood the reason of her uneasiness. Izumi didn't quite understand why she was feeling so nervous by the very idea of coming face to face with the sannin - she had never classified herself as someone who is easily intimidated by the others after all. But something about this man triggered that unknown feeling within her, in ways which also made him more intriguing... Why did she only feel like this around him...? For a moment, neither of them did or say anything, her almost frozen under the full weight of his almost cold stare. He was completely blocking her way in, his hand on the door sill and the door only barely open. Well, she had to start somewhere. "Doesn't look like you're gonna invite me in." she said haughtily, none of her nervousness seeping into her tone. Taking a step forward, she casually slipped under his arm and into the house, knowing that she had just thrown him off guard. Good. "That was the point." she heard him hiss after a minute. She had decided some time ago that the best way to deal with the anxiousness he brought... was to just keep on being herself. It seemed to annoy him to no end, but made her feel better. "Did you even eat anything yet?" she asked casually, as if the general air around the room wasn't unwelcome at all. She turned around to look him up and down, going out of her way to not meet the gaze that was slowly turning into a scowl. "Nope... you didn't." Of course not. She made her way to the small kitchen, aware that he was right behind her, although the sannin's steps hardly made any noise. Keeping herself busy was another way of dealing with her nerves. "Do you have some-" Just when she reached for the refrigerator, the black haired man put his hand on its door to stop her. "This is not a restaurant." "Oh chill. One bite probably won't kill you." "You can drop the act." His tone was that much calmer, but for some reason it unnerved her even more. He leaned a little more forward. "Karin told me all about your little scam." He didn't even bother to hide it - he was angry. It was a different kind of angry than what the woman was generally used to, more of a calm-before-the-storm angry, but the emotion was crystal clear in his eyes. Izumi tried her best not to gulp. She had no problems dealing with violent anger. This kind? She could think of nothing else but to play it cool herself. "And so?" Orochimaru closed his eyes briefly in a moment of bidding patience. This woman... he chose not to associate himself with her but somehow she still managed to involve herself... and get on his nerves. A lot. "One would think you could take a hint." Izumi squinted her eyes. Two could play this game. "Say I'm blind. Say I'm a numbskull." She inched closer to him, too, their faces now barely inches apart. "I still saved your son's life." "Not that I know of. Karin still didn't deliver your cure." That took the redhead aback for a second, she was kind of expecting otherwise. But it didn't last long. "I'd keep a close eye on the news in a few days, then." "If you expect me to offer thanks..." "I don't," she reassured him. "I'm not delusional." Her next words were probably taking it a little too far... but she didn't care less about that right now. She crossed her arms over her chest, now looking at him squarely in the eyes. "But honestly... if you should be thankful to someone, it's your..." she reconsidered her words as she thought of the blue haired young man. "...sons." A dangerous glint shone in his eyes... god, she was pissing him. "And what, do you believe you have a say in this?" "It's not much about me as it is about them." she countered. "Maybe you can't see it clearly, so let me enlighten you. Your boys... love you." What she could only classify as a sneer began to form on the man's lips. "They do. Maybe they show it on different degrees, but it's a fact." "You have no idea what you are talking about." He certainly didn't raise his sons to be that way... although thinking about Mitsuki, he had to grudgingly admit that he could see her point. Her next words were confirmation as such, and the sannin... didn't like that this woman came to know them... good enough. "I know Mitsuki. I know he has great respect for you." Without even putting a lot of effort in it, her mother instincts were taking over. "And Log..." "Oh? Now you're gonna claim that you know him too?" The sarcasm was heavy. The redhead sighed, half from frustration and half from exasperation. "No. I'm not. But if you treat him the same way as you treat a stranger like me... I can see the reason why he is so uncooperative with you." "You are crossing the line." "Well, someone has to open your eyes to it. It's not too late to take matters in your own hands." "I'm not taking advice from someone like you," Orochimaru finally said in a tone that was putting a definite end to the conversation. "I don't consider Log as my son, and he knows how to act accordingly." Izumi was finally rendered speechless, the animosity and the delivering of the words only too shocking. She wouldn't have expected this... even from someone like the sannin. They were so... cold, so emotionless.. One part of her almost wished that he didn't mean it... But the cold, hard truth was staring at her right in the face. "You're welcome to show yourself to the door." Without saying another word, she walked out of the kitchen and to the doorway. She wished for nothing more but to just get out of here herself. But when she put her hand on the doorknob... she couldn't help but turn back for a few last words. "You really are a snake, aren't you? Even your love is poisonous." Without giving him any other chances to reply, she exited the house and onto the street. ... Log's eyes followed the woman only for a minute as she walked out of sight, before his thoughts pretty much went blank. So... that was what his creator really thought of him... It was just like the other day all over again. He didn't even know why he was getting so worked up, so... upset... about Orochimaru's words. Anyone who had heard him talking about the sannin would think Log himself didn't ever see him as a father figure himself. He didn't know why but... hearing the same thoughts, reflecting from Orochimaru... suddenly almost made him question his existence... his purpose... What purpose did he have...? A clone, a mere copy, shadow of someone who only had the motive of pursuing someone else's dreams... Closing his eyes momentarily, the answer to that question finally came to the young man. Opening his eyes, Log started to walk away, in a different direction than he originally intended. ... The boy didn't even realize he was dreaming until the serene one he was having changed... for the worse. To be fair, until about a year earlier, he wasn't much of a dreaming type. If anyone was to question him back then whether he could distinguish a good dream from a bad one, he would say he had no idea. But surely, a dream in which he and his friends were together, laughing and altogether enjoying their time would classify as a good one. But then it changed. Little by little, like dark clouds covering the sky right before a storm... Feeling a sudden chill in the air, Mitsuki glanced up from where he sat and looked at his friends, who were close to him. Boruto smiled when he caught his gaze and started to say something... only no sound came out, even though his lips were moving. Finding this rather strange, the boy glanced over at his other friend, Sarada. To his surprise, the girl's words were also muted... although neither Boruto nor Sarada seemed to notice this oddity... and her image was flickering, like that of a genjutsu or some sort of visual delusion. Mitsuki tried to speak himself, trying to understand, needing to know what was going on... but when he opened his mouth, no sound could be heard, either. Maybe that was something normal in dreams. It was actually his first time dreaming after he woke up... for all he knew, his time in the coma most likely addled his brain. One more look at his friends and he did a double take. Sarada's form... was actually shifting between her and... a buff man with dark colored skin and spiky blond hair. The blue haired boy immediately felt terrified of the man, a need to escape from him almost drowning his other needs... but he couldn't remember why... "Do you realize it now?" With the sudden return of voice, Mitsuki nearly jumped and turned to the source. He thought he might have gasped, but still no sound from him. Across from him... sat his perfect replica. If he didn't know any better, he would say it was one of his father's clones... but this one had red eyes instead of the gold that ran through the family. He was sure he had seen him somewhere before... but wasn't exactly sure where. Then he felt a searing pain on his back and this time a scream left his mouth as he was pushed forward. Stopping his fall with his hands, the boy turned to look at his attacker, and now saw the blond man had completely taken over Sarada's familiar appearance. There was a glowing, blade-shaped lightning bolt in his hand. Mitsuki tried his best to dodge the man's next attack, but for some reason he was sloppy on his feet, none of his previous agility when he rescued Boruto remaining. He heard the... other Mitsuki laugh in response of this. "See? Your so-called friends had abandoned you... just like how they abandoned you back in the attack." As if on cue, the next attack made contact, making the boy cry out in pain. "Who are you?" he gasped out, needing to know more than the obvious. "What do you want from me?" "Oh wow. Still as rude as ever. You don't even remember me." The image of his... double flickered for a second, and then he was right in front of him, in his face. "While I never left you, y'know? Even when you were at your worse, I was always there for you while no one else was!" Giving him a good hard shove, the other Mitsuki pushed him off himself and onto the ground. In the next moment he was on top of him. Before Mitsuki realized, he received a punch in his stomach, winding the air out of him. "But make no mistake, I'll always be here. You may try to forgive and forget," the tone in his replica's voice made the phrase sound almost dirty, "but I'll remind you what it was like to be abandoned to one's own fate time and time again!" Glancing sideways... Mitsuki saw his friends again, Boruto and Sarada... but they seemed oblivious to him, talking and laughing among themselves, their voices still muted... He needed to go to them, too, certain that if he was with them, everything would be alright... He would have no worries... but he just couldn't push his... evil self back... In his peripheral vision, he saw dark Mitsuki's fist flying towards his face... and then it all went black. ... Mitsuki's eyes flew open as he jolted up in his bed, out of breath. Feeling a pang in his heart, he brought his hand over it. He didn't even notice Sakura-san had walked in - not until he heard the hurried footsteps approaching the bed. "Mitsuki? Is everything alright?!" He didn't know what to say, or even what to think... What had that dream... no, nightmare... been? Even though he had woken up now, he couldn't help but feel... terrified... utterly terrified... when he thought back to it... A gentle hand was placed on his shoulder. "Mitsuki...? Does it hurt...?" The accepting and motherly tone in the medic's voice made Mitsuki both warm and... inexplicably sad and he had to look away from those merciful green orbs as he shook his head. It didn't escape Sakura's attention, though, that the boy was slightly shaking. Sighing, she sat on the bed close to Mitsuki, hesitated just for a second, and then took him in her arms, holding him tight. The shaking grew more noticeable as slowly, the boy snuggled into her embrace... ... After that, he kinda lost track of the time. Many visitors came and passed.. and even when the pink haired medic deemed it was enough and prohibited the visits, especially his friends kept rolling in - even through the window or as a nurse at times. Mitsuki had actually understood what Sakura-san meant by he should really get some rest - he was beginning to feel really tired. And yet... through all these people, the one he most wanted to see still hadn't come yet. His father. He sighed inaudibly. "Tomorrow..." he thought. "He will definitely visit tomorrow." He finally turned the TV off, to be honest the shows at that time were extremely boring, and put the remote back on the bedside table before he laid comfortably against the couple of pillows and pulled the covers up his chin. He needed sleep... although he kinda didn't want it either. Suddenly there was a knock on the door which caused the blue haired boy to quickly sit up, was it him?! Had he come?? The door of the bedroom opened... to reveal the Hokage, peeking his head in. "May I?" He noticed how the boy had the covers around his body which caused Naruto to give him a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, were you going to sleep?" Mitsuki's eyes widened slightly as he saw who there was - the Hokage himself visiting him out of all the people? This was... unexpected... And still, despite the pep talk a few seconds ago, the child couldn't help but feel a little bit disheartened. "Lord seventh..." he mused, surprised. "Um... no, please, come in." He drew himself up slightly, and tried to not make a face as the movement gave him slight discomfort. The Hokage walked in the room and closed the door behind him. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed. "I would have come earlier but office work got me tied down." The boy looked at his hands on the sheet, unconsciously fumbling with them a little. "I'm fine I guess... I just try not to do too sudden movements." He smiled a bit as he looked back up at the blond man. Naruto's sweet and welcoming smile turned into a serious expression. "Mitsuki..." he began, looking straight into the child's eyes. "I don't think I'll need to remind you just how reckless your actions had been and I'm sorry that you had to go through all that... what those... bastards told you." His eyes softened as he recalled what Sakura told him, that even after he had just regained his memories, Mitsuki's primary concern hadn't been himself. "But I also want to thank you, for what you did... you protected the village - and me - nearly at the cost of your life. I don't think I will ever be able to repay for what you have done." Maybe it was his weird way of concentrating on many things during a single time space... Mitsuki gasped lightly as he looked at him closer. "Sarada was right, Boruto's eyes are indeed bluer than yours." Then he realized that he had just said that out loud, and felt himself getting embarrassed all of a sudden. Really? In the middle of a serious conversation? "Uh... I mean..." Not knowing what else to say, he left the end of the sentence dangling. Naruto's soft look was now mixed with a surprised one, and he laughed lightly. "Well, yes I had noticed that myself, too." For a moment there was silence. "I'm glad my son has a friend like you, Mitsuki." "He was my first friend ever..." The blue haired boy mused softly. "You... don't need to thank or repay me, lord seventh." He gave a small smile. "If that means my friends and family are safe... I would do it again. I guess I learned that from you." Naruto smiled some more, the soft look intensifying. "You are indeed an amazing person, Mitsuki. Don't ever forget that, no matter what other people may say, what always matters is what this..." he stretched out his arm to touch the boy's chest, right on the heart. "...tells you to do." The boy's smile softened a little more as he understood what he said perfectly, and they were silent for a brief moment. The drowsiness was really beginning to settle in now, but the thought of sleep was still intimidating, especially after this talk. What... did his heart tell him? "Lord seventh... can I ask you something?" he said quietly, his gaze once again wandering down on his hands. "Of course," the answer was almost immediate. "What is it that you need?" The blond was clearly curious and rather interested in what was the boy's request. "How..." His hands tightened a little more on the bedsheets. "How did you deal with... the loneliness...?" He was trying to not let it show how much it still hurt... the feeling that he was unwanted, unnecessary, a burden... How he really dreaded to go back to sleep... To say Naruto was caught by surprise at the boy's question was not enough but... slowly the Hokage understood where this was coming from and couldn't help but feel... sorry for the boy, sorry that he had to go through something like he had. And he couldn't blame him for feeling like that... he had every reason to. His expression was still soft but the look became sadder. "It's unbearable... I know it is... to be blamed for something beyond your control. There were times I really resented the people who despised me, in the deepest corners of my heart." He looked at Mitsuki. "Thankfully I slowly overcame that, thanks to the Third Hokage, my friends, Kakashi and Iruka..." He stopped for a moment. Should he say the rest...? "It felt so weird... when people started to treat me like a hero..." "I... don't really want that... I didn't do what I did to be praised, it was just the... right thing to do, but..." It still didn't make everything alright, believing that he did the right thing. The other Mitsuki wouldn't have it. He had come to the realization in the past hours that he indeed saw his other half before, before waking up, in the limbo... He would call him weak, a loner... "Was... was that ever enough?" he asked at last. "Was that ever enough to repay for what they did to me for years? No... no it wasn't..." He answered with all honesty. "But the part of me that always woke up and faced them ignored it all, ignored what they did, ignored how quickly they changed their opinion when I saved the village, but deep down... I still resented them. And at some point I had to literally face my inner dark self." This whole conversation did make him think as he looked at the boy. "Tell me, Mitsuki... is something bothering you...?" Just like his father, Mitsuki wasn't one that asked or did something just because he wanted, there was always a motive behind. Mitsuki felt his hands shaking a little, and tried to control it. His darker inner self... It made sense. Of why that self was so resentful, always fighting... "I..." he hesitated for a second. "I don't know what to do... I fought him twice now and... I can never win..." he finished in a whisper. Naruto didn't need any more words to understand what Mitsuki was talking about. He sighed before he moved from the chair to the bed. "I know how hard it is... I lost many times too... but I realized that in order to find inner peace... I needed to find closure. Meeting my mother did help me, it cleared my heart in so many ways." "Your mother...?" It all made sense, in a way. His father could indeed be the last piece in that puzzle - it felt like he could do anything, endure anything if he found peace with him... the one person he needed to be proud of him. The one person that really, truly mattered, from the very beginning. Naruto noticed the boy's troubled expression, an expression that he was clearly trying to hide but failed. Or perhaps it was the Hokage's experience in noticing those kinds of looks... Sighing Naruto put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Mitsuki... tell me what's bothering you." The child sighed almost inaudibly. He didn't realize... didn't know he wanted to talk about it. And the hokage readily accepting to listen to him... broke exactly that kind of obstacle. "You know... There is nothing... nothing I want more..." He hesitated. "...than my father's approval... Him being proud of me... but..." his voice faded away. Maybe he was telling too much... But all this time, keeping all those emotions bottled... They were taking their toll on him - like they did when he fought the rogue nins. "He never..." He couldn't complete the sentence. Naruto didn't need the boy to say more, he understood exactly what he wanted to say. "Mitsuki..." He wanted to find the correct words to comfort him, he deserved that much... "Your father cares about you, in his own way of course but he does care. I saw it with my own eyes, although he didn't show it on the outside, I saw the broken look on him when we were told that you fell in a coma." "Then why wouldn't he come visit me?" There, he said that. He realized too late that he couldn't keep the broken tone out of his voice. "That was the second day since I woke up, and even with my amnesia, I have had my family visiting me. I kind of hoped... I really rather..." He gulped. "He was the first person I had hoped to see." So that was the problem here... "I'm sure your father wants to visit you but you have been receiving a lot of visits. And he is currently hiding in your apartment, he might just be waiting for the best moment to come and see you." he said with a smile, hoping those words would reassure him. His dad was hiding in his apartment? Or maybe he shouldn't be surprised about this since obviously his brother and the Taka was in the village too... And of course, not being allowed in Konoha under normal circumstances, it sounded reasonable that his father was biding his time. Mitsuki felt his heart feel a little more relieved, and all of the worries lifted from his expression as he gave a warm smile to the hokage. "Thank you, lord seventh. That... helps a lot. Thank you for your help." Naruto smiled and moved his hand from Mitsuki's shoulder to his hair, ruffling it a bit. "You get some rest." He pulled the covers up to the boy's chin and for a moment he remembered how he used to do that to his own kids when they were sick. "Remember Mitsuki, whenever you need your answers can always be found right here..." He touched the boy's heart. "And no matter what, you are always welcome in our home."        

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[faintblueivy]

Is she beautiful? - A borusara story Chapter - 3

Hello everyone! I’m back with the next chapter of ‘Is she beautiful?’ Previously, some of you were a bit upset with the ending of the last chapter, but I have done my best to correct that here. Let’s just say that I have put my heart and soul in this chapter!

Hope you like it!

It was beta-read by @roopshasil.

The first two chapters can be read here:-

Chapter -1

Chapter-2

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters do not belong to me.

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Chapter-3

Forgiving is hard

 "Sarada.“

Her mother’s soft voice floated through the closed door, sounding muffled.

“Go away, Mama!”

She buried her face deeper into the pillow trying to choke back her sobs.

“No honey. I’m coming in.”

The sound of the door opening and light footsteps approaching made her tense. But then, the loving pats on her head and the comforting presence and warmth of her mother calmed her down slightly. Sakura did not say anything. Knowing Sarada, trying to coax out a talk is not going to work. She knew that by now. Her daughter will not talk unless she is ready.

No words were exchanged before Sarada whispered in a broken voice, “Why did Papa say that? Does Papa think that bad of me?”

Sakura felt her heart crack at this.

No he doesn’t. If anything, he considers you to be the purest form of life in the entire messed up world he has lived in. It’s just that he’s too scared to imagine you making the same mistakes as him. He is scared to think the possibility of you getting so engrossed in your goals that you would voluntarily choose loneliness. But you, my child…you are not the one at fault here. He is. You’re not him. He’s just being paranoid.

There is so much Sakura wanted to tell her but she decided to refrain, because explaining the complications of Sasuke Uchiha’s life would require her daughter to be slightly older and a bit more mature, and not to mention, a bit more closer to her father. So, she tried to explain things as consisely as possible.

“Of course not silly. Papa would never think badly of you. It’s just that Sasuke-kun has never been a people’s person and has a hard time dealing with his feelings. And the other thing is that, I’ll be honest, he does not know you that well. He has been gone for far too long and is not sure how to behave around you and talk about your issues. He is awkward, I guess? And he is learning to how to be a father to you, so might make mistakes every now and then. I’m not asking you to forgive him, Sarada, I just need you to talk to him and tell him what you have in your heart. Will you do that, for Mama?”

Sarada nodded softly, her face still in the pillow, but after a while, got up, wiped her tears, removed her glasses, washed her face and put them back on. Sakura almost laughed at the look of pure determination on her daughter’s face.

It looks like you are heading out to face a battle, sweetie. Well, maybe it is, for you and your father. Don’t fail. Good luck, Sarada and Sasuke-kun.

Sakura watched her daughter’s back and wondered about the irony that despite wanting the best for their children, sometimes, parents do or say things that instead ends up in an opposite and disastrous way.

I’m sorry Sasuke-kun. You’re going to learn it the harder way.

….

He felt an overwhelming guilt gnawing at his conscience.

Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I should have phrased it differently? Maybe I should not have been that harsh?

There were so many maybes in Sasuke’s train of thoughts that regret almost swallowed him whole. He exhaled a deep breath and leant on the Sakura tree in the backyard of their house.

“Papa.”

His daughter’s voice startled him as he turned his head to look at her. Her red and puffy eyes behind the glasses reminded him again of his inappropriate and ruthless question.

“Sarada, look-”

He made an attempt to apologize and explain himself when she cut him off.

“Papa, we need to talk.”

She said this with so much assertiveness that he is simply able to nod, as she walked over to him and sat beside him and tucked her knees behind her arms. They sat there for a while in silence, not sure from where to start before Sasuke decided to speak out.

“I’m sorry, Sarada. I should not have said anything like that.”

His voice was sincere.

“No, Papa. I think that you might have been correct.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened at her words but she looked on straight ahead.

“After you said that, I found myself thinking about it, a-and I think you might have been correct. I mean, I do not want people to think that I supported Boruto’s unfair behaviour, but, then I also realised that this is just a small part of reason I am upset about this.”

Sasuke listened carefully, tilting his head to a side to let her know that she can continue.

“Papa, I-I am more upset about how people are behaving towards him now. They are talking about him behind his back, and yet loud enough for him to hear. They keep taunting him everywhere he goes. I understand that he has made some mistakes and should be punished appropriately, but he risked his life to make things right, too. Why can’t people see that?”

“I heard a few people saying that he must have cheated from the beginning to have such a good record. But I know that he didn’t. Yes, he is not exactly a hard worker and things come easy to him but they are now simply disregarding all his efforts and talents like they previously did just because he is the Hokage’s son. But now the only difference is that they call him a cheater.”

“He has courage and strength, he had stood up to protect me from those enemies even when he was as scared as well, he went to another dimension, putting his life on line to bring back his dad and even defeated a God to save everyone. Why can’t people see that?”

By the time she stopped talking, her fingers were digging into her arms making slight depressions. Sasuke had been watching his daughter intently for the entire span of time she was talking. Raising his only arm, he patted her head lovingly making her look up at him in surprise.

He said softly, “Sarada, people talk. The commoners, the ordinary citizens were not there to see him fighting Momoshiki. They were not there to see his courage or his adoration for his father. Actually, this world is a society of hypocrites. And there is no way out of it. He will have to learn to bear the consequences of his actions, and you and Mitsuki as well. And I’m so proud to have you, Sarada. I am proud of the fact that you are not going to abandon him.”

“Eh? Of course, I can’t. He is too much of an idiot to look after himself if I’m not around.” She said haughtily and Sasuke chuckled.

“But” the sadness in her voice made Sasuke look at her again, she continued, “I never imagined that he would actually do something like this. He did not even let me and Mitsuki know. It hurt. I am not sure why but I always thought that we were close enough for him to tell me everything. I guess, I was being overconfident with our friendship? He did not tell me, and I’m not even sure why and when we have drifted apart so much.” She smiled at him ruefully.

Sasuke found himself lamenting over about his own helplessness as a parent, knowing that the dilemma his daughter is struck in, that it is an argument between two friends, and a broken lifelong friendship is at stake. That this is an issue they have to solve by themselves without any outside interference.

He knew that Sarada has not been talking to Boruto. And this had been troubling him a lot. But the boy has pretty much apologized repeatedly but currently Sarada has refused to give him her forgiveness.

After all, forgiving is hard.

But fortunately, Sasuke also knew that if that kid is anything like his father, then he is not going to give up till his daughter accepts his apology and as much as he understands his daughter, then luckily for Boruto, he has got a soft spot in Sarada’s heart.

He smiled. A part of him was glad to have this conversation with Sarada. Now, he understood Sarada better, even if it was a fraction.

“Sasuke-kun, Sarada! Come inside! It’s dessert time!” Sakura’s melodious voice is loud enough from the inside of the house for them to hear and the young child beside him beamed as she jumped up and looked at him with barely contained glee.

“Come on, Papa! Let’s go!”

…

Sarada was in her pyjamas. She was so sleepy after the eventful day that she felt like she would crash into the bed and fall asleep within a minute. Her plans were ruined when there was a knock at her curtain covered balcony window.

“Sarada.”

A too familiar voice came, low enough that if she would have been sleeping, she would not have been disturbed.

Her feet moved before her mind could grasp at the situation. She slid the curtain away and came face to face with Boruto.

“What are you doing here, Boruto? It’s so late!” She whispered furiously.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit out of embarrassment.

“Yeah…you are right. It is late. I shouldn’t have come but I just wanted to say thank you for the candies. Hima was very happy. And um…well…”

“Well what?”

Sarada was not sure whether she was annoyed about his presence or at the fact that she was talking to him. Although, a part of her found it funny that he came here, in the middle of the night, just to thank her for some silly candies.

“Well…you know… I am really sorry about that…about everything that happened.” He whispered. His clear blue eyes were down cast, unable to look the girl, his childhood friend in the eyes - for breaking her trust on him, for deceiving her.

Sarada exhaled a deep sigh. If she did not have had that conversation with her Papa about this matter, she still would have ben mad at him or maybe…herself?

“Go home, Boruto. It’s getting really late. We will talk about it sometime later, okay?”

“Yeah, I probably should.” He smiled softly with melancholy. He turned towards the open balcony to leave.

“Hey!” She called out to him and smirked.

“What?” He looked back at her warily.

“Just because we had a conversation now doesn’t mean that I have forgiven you.”

He returned her smirk with a grin of his own.

“I know!” He yelled and jumped out of the balcony, leaving behind a smiling Sarada.

….

Cold wind whipped against his face and his golden bangs danced around as jumped from roof to roof. Although he would get into a lot of trouble if his mother found out that he had snuck out of the house so late. But he just wanted to have a talk with her.

And now that they had a talk, however as small as it was, it was still something. In fact, something is always better than nothing. Boruto grinned widely.

The victory grin was wiped off from his face when a familiar figure flickered in front of him. Boruto stopped hastily, almost crashing into the person. He looked up startled. The eyes, the same shade as his, stared down at him.

“Eh? D-dad? W-what are you doing here?” Boruto looked up at his father in panic.

“Should not I be the one asking you that? You’re lucky that this was one of the rare days when your mom was sleeping when I returned home or you would have gotten into a lot of trouble, boy.” Naruto stared at his son sternly.

Boruto gave his dad the best puppy eyes he could. It always used to work when he was a kid though he doubted its validity now.

“Don’t tell mom, please?”

Naruto smiled slightly, “Fine. But where were you?”

Boruto turned pink in embarrassment.

“I went to see Sarada, to say sorry, you know.”

Naruto turned pale immediately. He picked his son up and pokes and proded him fervently.

“H-hey! Dad what are you doing?!”

Boruto is hardly able to speak. He giggled, laughter threatening to burst out of his chest due to all the tickling. Naruto put Boruto down and grabbed him tightly.

“Sasuke did not hurt you, did he?”

“Eh? O-of course not! Why would he do that?”

“Thank god!” Naruto exclaimed.

“Dad! You didn’t answer my question.” The young kid pointed out again.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll like a little punk poking his head into my daughter’s room so late at night.” Naruto said nonchalantly.

Boruto turned pale. Naruto laughed and turned around with his back to his son and crouched down.

“Climb up!”

Boruto looked at his father in a nonplussed way.

“You’re giving me a piggy back ride? Don’t you think I am a bit old now for this?”

Despite saying this, Boruto was hardly able to control himself from grinning as he climbed up on his father’s back. Naruto returned his grin with a wide one of his own.

“Nope! Do you know I have seen Kakashi-sensei getting a piggy back ride, when he was, I think he was twenty nine back then?” Naruto told him.

“W-what?! Are you kidding me?! Old man Kakashi?!”

Boruto’s loud yell of astonishment made Naruto laugh harder as he remembered that scene.

And somewhere in Konoha, Kakashi sneezed.

“Looks like someone is talking about me.” He mused.

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The balcony scene was a request from @roopshasil which I could not refuse. Actually, Sasuke being a hard parent is my personal headcanon. And sometimes things like this happen in real life too when parents make mistakes while handling their children. I felt that in accordance with Sasuke - Sarada situation since Sasuke does not know Sarada as well as Sakura does. That of course, does not mean that Sasuke loves her any less!

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[grimmseye]

I don’t have a clever title, but Bakugou just wants to kiss his boyfriend

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Brief appearances of other students

Other Tags: Kissing/Making Out, This Gets a T-Rating For More Than Just Bakugou’s Language, Kirishima Gets Unfortunate Bodily Fluids In His Mouth And No One Has A Good Time, Unspecified Timeframe

Anonymous said: I don't have any prompts but I can tell you silly stuff I think about. Like how their is going to be a point where Bakugou cuts his lips on Kirishima's teeth. Or Kiri licking Baku's hand bc that's hot right but didn't think about how his sweat is basically nitroglycerin. Ingesting that is a very smart.

A note: the class doesn’t know they’re dating in this. The narration is not accurate to the reality. 

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i.

Bakugou lives for summertime. He embodies it, heat in his veins, his skin, his eyes. God, his eyes put the sun to shame. They’re huge and wild and blazing and Kirishima falls right into them, he licks his lips and the salt-sweat and wishes he could taste it from Bakugou’s lips instead.

The thoughts are fleeting, more feelings than words. They pulse through his brain with each beat of his racing heart. No time to dwell, because Bakugou is suddenly so close, too close, and it’s all he can do to get his head down in time. The air ignites. Bakugou deals his blows and then leaps away to prepare for another barrage, a sneering grin on his face, a challenge.

Kirishima sucks in a breath and wills. And when Bakugou flies at him he doesn’t try to drop or dodge but meets him head-on. The blows land against him, ringing in his ears, smoke clogging his vision. He swipes his way through the screen and barrels on, catches a flash of shock in those molten eyes before impacting him.

Bakugou thuds on the ground, and Kirishima drops with him. It’s a struggle to pin him now because he thrashes like a wild thing, teeth snapping and body squirming and layering bomb after bomb on Kirishima’s hardened skin. His flesh aches down to its pores, his lungs burn, he’s running out of time.

He grasps Bakugou’s hands, palm-to-palm, and twists one up above his head, the next shoved into the grass by his face. Like this the force of his explosions echo back against his own hands, and he has to curb them to keep from fracturing his own bones. Bakugou’s chest heaves. His eyes are riveted on Kirishima’s, mouth parted around his breaths.

Kirishima leans down further, pushes more of his weight into Bakugou. It’s a struggle to breathe, let alone speak in this form, so his voice comes out as a grinding rasp: “I win.”

And Bakugou gives. He goes limp, a surrender, and Kirishima’s armor falls away. He sucks in a breath, but doesn’t let up. There’s no such thing as relaxing until the villains are packed away for containment.

Bakugou’s mouth is stretched in a grin, the kind of ecstatic satisfaction that comes from a good fight. He’s gorgeous. Raw power embodied, unstoppable and uncontainable, but Kirishima has him for this moment.

When Kirishima leans forward, Bakugou’s eyes roll towards him. He lowers himself inch by inch, gaze never breaking from Bakugou, and Bakugou doesn’t make a single move to stop him. Their noses brush.

“Kirishima!”

They wrench away. Kirishima rolls off of Bakugou and lands in a half-crouch. Tetsutetsu is charging from across the field -- must have seen them sparring. Or heard them, with all the noise they make between the explosions and their roars. “You kick his ass?” He hollers, pumping a fist in the air. “Come on, lemme give you a real fight!”

Bakugou snorts. Kirishima peers over his shoulder, heat flushing over his cheeks, but Bakugou is staring up at the sky.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” He shouts back, pushing himself up to his feet and going to meet his friend.

The taste of salt is sweet on his tongue.

ii.

Movie nights are apparently a tradition now that they all live in the dorms. They draw straws to determine the pecking order, only because Bakugou nearly got in a fistfight with Deku over which All Might movie they should watch the first time -- for once, the curly-haired boy had risen to his challenge, which only pissed him off more.

Tonight was Sparky’s night. Naturally, he had absolute trash taste. It was a foreign movie, subtitled. He hadn’t expected him to put on a romance of all things, but Mina had elbowed him firmly in the gut when he opened his mouth to say something. That wasn’t what deterred him. It was just that after she pulled that stunt, Kirishima took notice and told him in soft tones to let it go.

“He’s nervous as hell, man,” Kirishima murmured, gesturing with his eyes to Kaminari. Who, now that Bakugou was looking, did look jumpy. “And he’s trusting us not to give him a hard time. Besides, nothing is wrong with a romance.” The last words peter off into a mumble.

Is he blushing, or is that the reflection of his hair?

Bakugou squints and leans forward. The color deepens; he’s definitely blushing.

“Oh my god,” he scoffs. “You’re one of those fucking saps, aren’t you?”

“Wh -- no!”

“You’re as shitty a liar as your hair.” He snorts and tromps over to a couch, dropping heavily down onto it and swinging his feet up to take up all the cushions.

Kirishima follows with a huff of, “That doesn’t make sense.” He shoves at Bakugou until he rolls over and Kirishima can tuck himself against him, Bakugou draping a willing arm over his side. His hair is down, so it doesn’t jab him in the fucking chin.

They had to establish a rule for Kirishima: all cuddling must be done below the chin while his hair is up.

Sero and Mina are making kissy faces at them. Bakugou bares his teeth but they both just cackle and prance off to join Kaminari — they’re perfect for one another, a trio of fucking morons.

Somewhere along the way they became his, those three and Kirishima — though the his for Sero and Kaminari and Mina and the his for Kirishima are so, so different — and he can’t just let them go now.

The movie is, stunningly, not terrible. It has an underlying mystery that is just engaging enough for keep Bakugou’s eyes open. Kirishima is into it, though. He can tell because there’s a scene where the main character is crying after the death of — her brother? Her best friend? Bakugou wasn’t paying enough attention, apparently. But whatever happened, Kirishima begins to shake just a little.

Bakugou wraps his arm tighter around him and holds him like that until it eases. Kirishima turns, and they shift around a little so they can mostly face each other. His eyes are glossy in the television’s flickering light.

He wants to kiss him. There’s no reason he couldn’t. Except that it feels as though the entire class is watching them, even when he knows their eyes are on the movie. So he skims his lips over Kirishima’s forehead, a promise, later.

iii.

Later finds them in Kirishima’s dorm. It’s the furthest from the rest, gives the most privacy. They acknowledge it with flushed faces, the lingering implication of what they need privacy for hanging in their brains like a fog.

It’s dissipated now, or maybe it’s only gotten thicker, because they simply don’t care about implications. Kirishima has him pressed back into the pillows, straddling his waist. He cups Bakugou’s face because he’s sentimental like that, insists on holding him like he’s something cherished.

He kisses him slow and chaste, but not out of any shyness. It’s all languid heat, dripping down his spine and pooling in his belly. Bakugou gets impatient fast. He gets a hand fisted in Kirishima’s hair and tugs at the roots, relishes the whine that catches in his throat. It gets the message across. Kirishima puffs a breath against his lips and then slots their mouths together, open and wet.

Bakugou paws at his back, down to the hem of his shirt. Kirishima licks into his mouth, up against the roof of his mouth. His breath catches, his fingers curl tight in the cotton. When Kirishima backs off, Bakugou pursues, the hand in his hair keeping him still as he kisses him hard.

A groan vibrates against his tongue and he shudders, eyes wound shut. Teeth close on his lower lip. The nip is careful, but it sends a jolt to his belly that makes Bakugou jerk.

Then he’s hissing and clutching his mouth. Kirishima blinks widely at him, looking like a confused puppy, or more like a shark with blood smeared on his fucking chainsaw teeth.

“Did you —?” Kirishima licks his teeth and his face twists. “Oh my god.”

“Shut the fuck up.” God his lip must be fucking lacerated. It’s dripping into his palms.

“Dude your blood is in my mouth.” He seems caught on that fact, mouth hanging open as though he’s afraid to let it touch his tongue.

“Congratulations you fucking vampire! Can you get off your ass and get me a tissue or some shit?” Bakugou snaps. At last, Kirishima springs into action, grabbing the tissue box so Bakugou can start mopping up the mess.

His lip is swollen the next day. Kaminari looks at him, and then at Kirishima who is inconspicuously avoiding all eye-contact with his boyfriend. The moment realization flashes in his eyes, Bakugou snarls and draws a finger across his throat. It keeps his silence.

iv.

He knows that Mitsuki and Masaru like him. They’re always delighted to have him over.

“I’m so glad that Katsuki has a friend like you,” Masaru tells him, smiling kindly down at Kirishima. And Kirishima of course grins back and thanks him. But.

He can’t help how his brain stuttered on the word friend. Bakugou doesn’t correct him. Kirishima doesn’t expect him to, but it still stings.

“Do you ever plan to tell them?” Kirishima asks. He tries not to sound petulant. He gets it, as much as he can. The fear of parents knowing has never been his. His mothers knew everything there was to know about their son, his fears and his dreams and all his favorite things. They were the first to learn of his crush on Bakugou. He told them the same day he had his first kiss.

Bakugou shrugs. It’s listless.

Deep down, Kirishima is sure it will all work out. But Bakugou is scared, even if he’d sooner cut out his own tongue than admit it, so he doesn’t press. “I’ll be there whenever you’re ready,” he promises. He traces patterns on Bakugou’s leg, but does not take his hand, or kiss his lips, and it is a good thing because Mitsuki does not knock before opening the door. To an outsider, they look like two boys, two friends, anything but in love.

They wait until nighttime. A futon is setup for Kirishima to stay on, but he crawls up into Bakugou’s bed as soon as the hallway light goes out. They lay together and they press silent lips to each other’s skin.

v.

Kirishima turns kind of fuzzy when he’s drunk on affection.

Bakugou admires his work, easing away from his thoroughly-kissed boyfriend and biting his own lip with a barely-concealed grin at the sight of him. Swollen lips and a flushed face, eyes hazy and dark. Delayed, he seems to realize Bakugou had pulled away, as he reaches for him in unsteady grabs. A mumble of, “K’tsuki,” leaves him.

Bakugou lets him figure it out, Kirishima’s hand finding his shoulder and winding around him to pull himself closer. “Katsuki,” he sighs again, and presses kisses over the line of his jaw. Each one trails a little bit closer, until their breath mingles, low eyes meeting in the dark.

For once, Bakugou’s touch is tentative, skimming Kirishima’s cheek. He watches red eyes fall shut, Kirishima nudging into the touch. It makes his chest feel full, his blood feel hot. Kirishima lifts his hands to hold Bakugou’s in place, nuzzling and kissing his fingers.

Breath comes unsteadily to Bakugou’s lungs. He’s enraptured, watching Kirishima, watching his eyes peek open again. His lips part, rows of sharp teeth opening for a pink tongue that drags slow over his palm.

Then Kirishima’s nose wrinkles. He jerks back, entire face scrunched up as he begins to gag. “Oh fuck,” he coughs, “jesus christ that burns!”

Bakugou doesn’t even have the capacity for frustration at this point. He slumps down onto the mattress and tries to come to terms with the fact that he will never be able to just kiss his god damn boyfriend.

vi.

Kirishima is staring at Kaminari. So is Bakugou.

“I, uh.” Kirishima blinks rapidly. “What?”

“I said, how the hell are you still single?” Kaminari raises his eyebrows at him. “Like dude, I’d date you. There are a ton of gay guys — or bi, whatever — here. Like, way more than I thought. How the hell are you still single?”

Bakugou says, “He’s not,” at the same time Kirishima gasps, “I’m not though?”

Kaminari gapes. “Dude! You — when the hell? And why didn’t you tell me?”

Kirishima and Bakugou just stare. Then they look at each other. “You’re telling me,” Bakugou says, slow, “that you don’t know who the fuck he’s dating?”

“You do?”

“Holy shit.” There’s an incredulous laugh in Kirishima’s voice. The class is beginning to pay attention now.

“You’re dating someone, Kirishima?” Uraraka asks, sounding surprised. “Ahh, he must be lucky.”

Kirishima drops his head into his hands. He’s shaking with silent laughter. Bakugou is shaking too, but it’s because his heart is palpitating and he’s not sure if he should scream or just shove his hand in Sparky’s face and go boom.

He does neither of these things. Instead he take’s Kirishima by the chin and presses their lips together, maintaining glaring eye contact with Kaminari. When he pulls back, Kirishima giggles. “Dude,” he snorts, leaning his head against Bakugou’s shoulder. “How do they not know?”

“We’re surrounded by fucking idiots, that’s how.”

There’s silence. And then Kaminari screams, and the class joins in, and nobody shuts the fuck up until Aizawa comes in and threatens them all with detention.

#kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakushima #kiribaku #this pairing might be the one that pushes me out of the sfw category someday #bnha #my writing

[franeridart]

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said:Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

Anon said: Kiri’s grades suddenly getting sky high after Baku started kissing his cheek for every correct answer

Kirishima: “OKAY NEXT CHAPTER LET’S GO”

Bakugou: “the fuck, no, we’re done, that’s how far we went in cla–”

Kirishima: “GOING A BIT AHEAD CAN’T BE A PROBLEM CAN IT”

Anon said: Kiri is seriously talented at dirt doodles

lmao it’s just stickmen hahaha

Anon said:aww your miri/tama collage is so precious! have you considered doing something like that for kiri/ kami as well? those boys are in desperate need of some love.. totally understand if not! have a wonderful rest of your day/night :3

Uh, well, it’s not like I “haven’t considered” doing it, but more than a collage it’s… just how I always draw? Only usually I cut the pics for each of them to be a different image so they’re easier to see, while yesterday I was too lazy to do that and left them all on the same canvas haha so I guess yeah next time I’ll feel like drawing krkm if you’d like I can leave the drawings all in one pic, that’s just less work for me after all lol

Anon said:Ahhhhhh~ I had had… Such a need for miritama after that chapter and I couldn’t find anything w the right feel or anything and ??? Then you just??? Bless you thank you they look wonderful and so so soft and happy and I’m just !!!

AHHHH!!!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m glad you liked them :O

Anon said:thank you good lord you’re gonna help me get out of the depressive spiral chapter 152 has put me into

BOI ANON DON’T I FEEL YOU it’s why I drew those to being with hahaha

Anon said:DUDE YOUR PINING KIRISHIMA GOT ME DEAD HOLY FUCK SO PURE SO AWESOME 10/10

THANK YOU!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

Anon said: I just recently became obsessed with MomoJirou because it’s an incredible ship and I can’t get enough and then you give us these adorable drawings of them? I cry

Anon said:fran….your girls…… they’re so good……..

Anon said:I love how you drew Momo 😍

Anon said:FRAN THANK YOU FOR THE MOMOJIROU CONTENT I LOVE IT I LIVE FOR IT I HAVE BEEN DEPRIVED OF MOMOJIROU FOR SO LONG AND NOW I CAN SEE SOME BEAUTIFUL ART OF THEM IN YOUR STYLE WHICH MAKES IT TEN TIMES BETTER THANK YOU

AAAAHHHHHHHHH BOI THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I’m ??? so glad you guys liked them???? Momo is so hard to get a grasp on for me, it makes me happy to know I did her right!!!!

Anon said:What do you think about futakuchi? xox

He’s my fav in Dateko!!!! Also one of my two biggest #same in Haikyuu haha (the other’s Kuroo lol)

Anon said: I haven’t seen semi on your blog for a while? ;)

That’s 100% most probably because there hasn’t been any haikyuu on my blog for a while, I’d say :O

Anon said:You keep drawing… So many soft things I’m in love… momojirou is so sweet it cleared my skin (and !!! I know you said you have no idea how to draw her but she looks wonderful and I loved it!!) And pining Kiri his face at the end??? Saved me. And STUDY DATE I CAN’T FORGET tbh baku looked so good esp the way you drew him kiri I Understand. Anyways you’re a blessing and I hope you have a lovely day!!!

God anon….. you just go……….. and slay me like this……. how am I supposed to deal………………………. (ilu)

Anon said:Does the Octopus Team still exist? I was scrolling through Shouji tags and saw the art.

I’m not sure what this ask means :O like, are you asking me if I’ll ever draw them together again? Because tbh that one doodle sort of just… happened while I was doing something else……… oops….

Anon said:Is it just me or are you getting more and more notes a lot quicker? Bc congrats my friend

:O thanks!!! But to be fair I think more than on my art this is mostly on the Bakushima becoming a much more popular ship, lately! The anime will do that haha

Anon said: I literally check your blog multiple times every day to see if you’ve posted anything new, your art just makes me so happy??? Like it could literally be bakugou as an orange and kirishima as a strawberry and I would reblog it faster than lightning and stare at it for five mins. Your style is just so nice and it like…. flows well?? Is really clean??? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT MY DUDE but BASICALLY i love everything you do and thanks for blessing us with all the cute kiribakus and bokuroo :))

sob thank you ;O; so much ;O; holy shit ;O; ;O;

Anon said:So I’m new to the BNHA fandom and you’re probably the first artist I stumbled across but I am HOOKED. I love your bakushima A LOT and your headcanons are so perfect I get so hype when I see them on my dashboard *v* Do you ever think about what would happen if Bakugou’s family found out about his new relationship? Do you think they would love Kirishima? (Of course they would it’s impossible not to). I imagine that would be an interesting scenario!!

I’m 100% sure Mitsuki would be like “HOW THE FUCK did you manage to get such a nice kid to like you” but when we’re being honest Masaru is a super sweet man married with a firecracker too so does she have any right to talk? Nope, she does not 

And thank you so much for the compliments!!!! :O this fandom is super full of talented and nice people, I hope you’ll have a great time in it!

Anon said:Dude like mate honey love bunch bro man,,,,, YOUR FR*CKING ART!!!! SO H*CKING GOOD???? BAKUKIRI (cries because I love them so f*dging much) LOOK SO GOOD IN YOUR ART STYLE? SO PURE! WHOLESOME!!! I just went through your art tag for the last hour and I love everything. Kirishima is my FAVE I LOVE HIM!!!$ and the Baku squad mm mmmmmm good shiz right there. AND YUUJIIIIII AND BOKKUROOOOO AND THE VOLTRON AU!!!! Honestly we have such similar tastes ah. Anyway I’m running out of words love you fran xox

HOLY HECK I LOVE YOU A LOT TOO ANON!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Kirishima and bakugo furiously (not mad just intense) making out I know what your thinking but please give it a try

I mean the idea isn’t something I mind at all, but drawing this sort of things requires a specific mood for me which isn’t easy to come by and more often then not when I do draw that sorta stuff I don’t finish nor post it? So in general that’s not the type of things I’ll draw as a suggestion, sorry orz

Anon said: Whenever I see a new post from you but it’s reblogged I immediately go to your original post so I can read your tags. I love them so much!

Heck !!!!! I’m glad you enjoy my nonsense? hahaha

Anon said:*whispers* hey hey…. kiribaku hide and seek got any thoughts on that

Are you asking about one against the other or hiding together? …either way I can only see that ending in disaster and explosions ngl lol

Anon said:It came to my mind after reading your last comic that Baku usually dresses up pretty nice¿? Its canon that his family works for the fashion industry and his costume is SO EXTRA™, we never really see him in cringey or weird clothing (please correct me if I’m wrong (?)) but I still like the idea of him having lots of skull/punk tees and struggling to find normal stuff lol

Wouldn’t call them cringey or weird, but it is canon that every time we’ve seen him out of his costume/uniform in the manga he’s worn either plain black tees/tank tops or t-shirts with skulls on them :O that’s actually his canon style, I wasn’t taking a wild guess back there haha

Anon said:I miss your art on my feed on the days you don’t art. So I scroll through your old posts whenever that happens. (This is not a plea or pressure for you to do anything more often btw. You make so much amazing art and contribute so much to this fandom. I love going back and looking at all your art. We are not worthy!) I literally can’t think about Kiribaku and the Bakusquad without thinking of your art.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you!!!!! Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O; 

Anon said:Cons of Kirishima being the protagonist of MHA: He would constantly be hurting himself and making us as the audience suffer in the worst way. Pros: if the recent chapters are anything to go by, he would be /very very pretty/ by now due to how much he’s been beaten up

I still prefer him healthy and happy tho ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡ once in a hospital bed is enough for me //sob

Anon said:I can’t describe how happy these deathstar doodles made me?? Your art is top notch as always but you drawing one of my all time favorite ships when there’s so little content for them gave me strenght for the next 57 years, thank you sm!!! And have a good day!!

Anon said:Ahhh you have no idea how much of a blessing it is to see deathstar in your artttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!! I love you so muchhhhhh!!!

I’M!!! HAPPY!!! YOU GUYS LIKED THOSE!!!!! I never understood why there was so little content for them tbh, like??? Okay the anime didn’t reach any of The Good Stuff for them and most fans never read the manga, but the manga makes them such an obvious ship?? So good so right so healthy and supportive and beautiful b o y rereading that manga gave me a lot of feelings bless the two of them ｡：ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ･｡

Anon said:Oh my god, I was just looking through like all your art and I realized how much you’ve improved. Like oh my god you’re fantastic, all your art looks so great. I mean this as a compliment and that’s you’ve improved a lot and you’re so great. ❤️❤️

THANK YOU OH BOY (●´□`)♡ this means…………….so much…………. gahh

Anon said:i got so busy with college apps and entrance exams that I stopped watching the anime around the intern time and I stopped reading the manga around about the time sun eater faces off against those guys. man I have so much to catch up on but I still don’t have much time at all. all I know is Mirio is being an angel and I’m at peace with that.

Mirio………… is such a good boy……………….. he deserves so much more…………….. so much better………………….. o

#fran answers #again about the hoh!Bakugou hc #i do think everyone should be free to headcanon whatever they please #that's just my personal opinion on the matter #it's mostly based on how much i like bakugou as he is you know #uhhhhhh the reason why he's my fave is that i like him #and that sound like an obvious statement haha #but all i mean is that all of bakugou's flaws and struggles and good points and growth #i want to keep it all #i love it all #headcanons are good and let people work with their imagination in what ifs a lot #id never tell anyone to stop that that's what art is all about #my answer was just about... the limits i put to my own headcanoning #there's some lines i don't want to cross and this headcanon crosses a bunch of them #that's for the second ask #as far as the first ask goes it's like... #well #im not saying it's impossible for bakugou to have been born with a predisposition to earing loss #but when that's the headcanon we're talking about i feel like bakugou #would have different reactions between 'my quirk is against me' and 'my body is against me' #? #i think he'd find it easier to accept if it were just something natural as far as his quirk goes #I DUNNO I DUNNO it's not my hc anyway haha #anonymous