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script-nef · 4 years

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Fluff alphabets | Kageyama Tobio

Others: Hinata, Oikawa, Tsukishima

Category: fluff

Affection: How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?

It depends on the location but he’s generally very affectionate and loving.

Not so good on the “confessions of love” or “love serenade” front but expresses them through little things he does for you.

Like picking up your favourite snacks on the way home or trying to teach you volleyball so you understand what’s happening when you visit his matches or practices. When you look into his eyes, there’s nothing but desire and love for you.

Baby: Does he want to start a family?

He wouldn’t mind and leaves the decision to you.

He’s not all that good with kids but there’s no doubt that he would try his best to be a great dad for his children.

*spoiler alert* So you know how his parents weren’t around all that much in his childhood? He doesn’t want that for his babies. He’ll make sure to be involved in his children’s lives and be as attentive as he can be. And hopefully play some volleyball with them.

Although to do that, he wants to put them off for a while because he’s currently incredibly busy as the best setter in Japan. He’s also thinking of you because you’re successful in your career right now and doesn’t want to take that from you.

Cuddles: Does he like cuddling? How often does he like hugging?

Poor boy is touch-starved and intends to never have you feel the same way.

Hugs you whenever he sees you: after matches, returning home, watching movies, cooking dinner and on and on and on.

He would rest his head on your shoulder or head and squeeze tightly. Or sometimes fiddle with your hair. And hope that you understand how much he loves you through these small acts of affection.

Date: What is a typical date?

It’s usually watching movies/TV shows or teaching him cooking. Since he’s entire childhood was volleyball-based, he missed out on classic shows like Doraemon, Pokémon and animes. So you try to help him become educated.

The food front is abysmal. There’s a theory that when he was born, his volleyball stats were maxed but everything else was sacrificed in its stead.

Other times it’s going shopping because he has an absolutely terrible fashion sense or doesn’t try at all. Everything is either black or grey so you try to give him some colour which works out perfectly because hello? Japan’s next top model is ready to be contracted over here. Effortlessly beautiful and catches everyone in the shop’s attention.

Experience: How much has he dated before? How does that reflect in this one?

You’re Kageyama’s first significant other!! *party blowers and confetti*

He was incredibly clumsy and confused when it comes to dating and being a boyfriend, but years of practice helped him. He regularly asked for what you wanted and expected from him and did his best to achieve that. And now he can understand your moods from the smallest signs.

He didn’t understand boundaries very well but as soon as you say something like “please stop”, he immediately leaps back and apologises. And he remembers what he did wrong so he never does it again.

Fight: Do you fight often with him? How does it usually end?

Fights don’t happen often and even then, it ends pretty quickly.

He can’t concentrate on anything if he knows you’re mad at him and tries to understand anything he did wrong to make sure those kinds of arguments never happen again. He goes around asking everyone for their help and opinion on the matter and tries to find the fastest way to fix the relationship.

If you did something wrong, he doesn’t back up. No matter how much he loves you, you have to apologise if you’re the cause. He is quite stubborn when he knows he’s in the right.

Gentle: How does he treat you?

In the beginning, he barely even held you because he didn’t understand how his strength should be adjusted for you. Slight paranoia of “what happens if I hurt them?” crept into his mind.

So when you asked if he didn’t like physical contact, he panicked and confessed his predicament. You laughed and said “I’m not a glass doll. Besides, if you don’t try, are we going to stay in this relationship with no touching at all?”

So after months of careful and tentative touches, he got a hang of it and is now completely gentle whenever he initiates physical contact.

Hand: Does he like holding your hand? How often?

Kageyama is fascinated by the size difference between your hand and his.

Holds your hand as frequently as he can and fiddles with your fingers. Often interlaces his fingers with yours and loves how your hand fits perfectly into his.

Impression: What was your first impression of him?

Not that great (Feat. Death glare and lack of vocabulary)

You visited one of his matches in high school and caught him just glaring at you with the most piercing eyes. It made you think “Does he hate me or something? I’ve never even spoken to or seen him before!”

Needless to say, it threw you off and made you kind of avoided him whenever you went to their matches. He was secretly dejected when you would slip away from his sight. He was just staring at you because you were so radiant and beautiful that it took his breath away.

Thankfully, after talking to the third years, the misunderstanding cleared and you started hanging out with him.

Jealousy: Does he get jealous easily? What sets him off?

He doesn’t get jealous easily because he trusts you and knows you love him with everything you have like he does for you.

Rare occasions where he gets annoyed is when you become a fan of other setters and praise them for their skills. He’ll sulk and say “I’ll beat them all so you can see I’m the best.”

Kiss: Is he good at kissing? When does he kiss you?

His kisses are soft but pretty long. Just spends the entire time pressing his lips against yours and doesn’t even dare to do more than that.

If you want to do deeper than that? Then you gotta start it, because this boy is too scared of making you feel uncomfortable.

Love: Who said “I love you” first? And when does he say it?

You. Definitely you. This boy was seriously too shy when the relationship started to give away anything.

He immediately replied “I love you too” once you admitted it.

Nowadays he says it before falling asleep, whispering against your ear.

Memory: What’s his favourite memory with you?

The first “date” you had with him, when he came over to your house for a tutoring session. You weren’t going out back then but it’s one of his most treasured memories.

It was his first time being alone with you and he thought about how perfect you were. How patient and understanding you were even though he couldn’t comprehend anything.

It was also the day he learned the most about you through your chatter after the session.

Nickname: Does he give you a nickname? Do you have one for him?

You have some for him like Blueberry, Prince Charming (in exchange for the King of the Court), volleyball dork and so on

He doesn’t have any for you. He prefers to call you by your name because he thinks it’s beautiful and most importantly, it’s your name. Would shorten it but he never calls you that in public. Our boy is too shy //^//

Open: How open is he about his feelings?

The weird thing about Kageyama is that once in private, he confesses his feelings for you like it’s a fact. No hesitation, no embarrassment, just his overwhelming love for you. In fact, it makes you blush a lot because of how unashamed he is.

But if someone else asks him about his feelings for you, he clams up. Sometimes he even refuses to look at the person and hides his face because of how red it became. He can eek out an incredibly quiet “I love them” and that’s it.

PDA: Is he fine with PDA? How far can he go?

He’ll turn into a flaming blueberry but tries to do it if you want to.

His limit is kissing on the lips. Hugging and hand-holding is “okay” but the edges of his ears will be tinged in red and hot to the touch. If you initiate the kiss, he becomes unresponsive and needs to rest for a while.

If someone manages to snap a shot of you two kissing and upload it for the world to see, he’s never going to live it down. He’ll be so embarrassed but also happy that the world can see how much he loves you.

Quirk: Habits or something he does which is unexpected?

He gives you manicures.

You asked him once when he was taking care of his nails and he responded with “do you want me to do yours?” and boom your nails have never looked better.

Does his best to make yours amazing and neat as possible, working at each cuticle with Bobby Fischer intensity. It’s to the point where you have to push his head away and say “Sweetie, your face is a centimetre from my nails.”

Expands his skills to painting as well. How he found the time, you will never know.

Relax: What activities do you do with him to relax?

Taking naps together. Kageyama runs on a tight and strict schedule which stresses him sometimes, so the best thing you can do with him is to take afternoon naps.

Just talk or sing quietly and he’s out like a light. He demands you sleep cuddled with him even if it’s in the blazing heat of summer. Even bought 2 fans to convince you that you would be fine while snuggling him.

Support: How supportive is he of your dreams? What do you do for him?

No matter what you do or what you want to do, this boy is there to back you up and encourage you every step of the way. Will try to help you even with limited knowledge with your work and tries not to bother you when working.

He loves it when you come to his matches and cheer him on. Every time he scores a point or sets a really good toss he turns to you at the end of the rally. Whenever you smile and wave to show your support he gets these explosions in his chest and it keeps him going no matter what.

Talk: What does he like talking about?

Most of his talk would be about volleyball (of course) or you.

Everyone knows he loves volleyball with his entire heart and most of his social life revolves around it. But for the first time in interviews or when chatting with fans, he would finally say something from his personal life if it has to do with you.

To you, he recounts all the things he did that day and how much he missed you when he comes back home.

Umbrella: What’s their favourite weather/season?

Kageyama likes cold winter days, preferably when it’s snowing. It’s the best when he wakes up with you and sheets of snow are covering the roads.

Making sure you’re warm, wearing hats and gloves, he would build snowmen and get into snowball fights with you. Due to his infuriating athletic prowess, he always wins and leaves you soaked from head to toe.

“Why cover me in all these layers if you’re going to drench me with snowballs?!”

“You’d get hypothermia if you don’t though.” (lmao does he even know what hypothermia is)

But he makes up for it with cuddles and hot chocolates

Vaunt: Does he like showing you off?

Not really. He doesn’t hide you from the world or deny that he’s dating anyone because he’s so proud of you and this relationship which impacts him in more ways he can express.

But at the same time, he doesn’t want your privacy to be invaded and therefore doesn’t give out personal information like names. He does, however, share bits like “they got a promotion” or “We tried painting together. It didn’t end well.” The viewers understand the extent of his love for you when they see him smile when talking about you.

World: Where does he take you for vacation?

He doesn’t really care for vacations but knows you like them. That’s why he listens and writes down all the places you said you want to go to, even if it’s in passing. Like Sapporo during the Snow Festival or the beaches of Okinawa. Paris or Hawaii.

And even places which he thinks you might like from all your previous comments and remarks.

X-ray: What happens when you’re injured or sick?

If it’s a physical injury, he knows how to take care of it due to his years of playing volleyball where he came into contact with tons of athletes getting hurt. Like sprains, pulled muscles, bruises and cuts—he’s got it under control.

If you’re running a fever, then he’s a bit more panicky. Searches up how to take care of someone who's sick and reads so much even though he might not understand all of them. Tries and fails to cook some soup or porridge but brings you lots of tea and medication.

He tries his best not to get injured or sick because he knows you’ll worry and doesn’t want to burden you :( But loves it when you nurse him.

Yearn: How much does he miss/pine for you when apart?

Because of his and your work, mornings and afternoons are spent apart and he doesn’t like it one bit, not at all. He’s always thinking about you and is restless if he doesn’t see or hear from you.

But he also doesn’t want to be overbearing or controlling. So he waits for you to contact first most of the time. If he’s had a bad day, then he’ll call you first.

Checks up on you a lot by messages and calls, receiving looks of surprise from all his teammates. He loves it when you send him videos of yourself telling him to cheer up and endure the time apart.

ZZZ: Does he have sleeping habits?

He’s a calm sleeper and doesn’t really move around when snoozing away. Tossing and turning, sure, but nothing more than that.

Besides, he’s pretty much anchored in place with you in his arms.

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treasurestation · 4 years

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Jihoon is more than just your best friend's older brother —

You & Jihoon through the years.

Age 6 —

Your knees ground into the sandlot, fingers digging into the grit of the sand. Palms cup, it feels like like velvet on your skin, delicious and empty. You pour it into a bucket, letting it overflow before patting it down gently.

You shift, knees harshly rubbing on the sand. Stinging on your kneecaps.

“I don't really like sand,” A voice says, strange. You don't turn, a swift nod of your head and it continues. Still strange, she tells you, stumbling over words, “I like snow, um, it feels cool, I– I like the cold, I like how it looks too! Bright and um, –”

You tilt your head to the side, shyly. Palms moving over your thighs, sweat forming at the top of your brow, “I, I like snow too,” It's quiet after you tell her that. It's quiet, long enough for you to burn up under the sunlight, stiffen on your legs. Then the crunch of shoes above sand, she kneels in front of you.

A smile, “Really? That's super cool!”

She gestures towards the pail, her hand opened. You nod, uneased. She turns the pail over, her open palm patting at the bottom of it. She looks to you again, smiling even brighter. Her hands move to the rounded sides, lifting up.

The sand stands, before it plummets. Crumbling. Crusty and dry.

It makes you laugh, the way her bottom lip juts out. It's childish, your eyes crinkle. And she's smiling again, but this time you're smiling too, “Maybe we need some water, this–” Her hands gesture to the crumbled sand, “is far too dry,”

You nod, moving to stand. Dusting the sand off of your knees. You stretch your hand out, opened, inviting. It's hopeful.

“I'm [named],” Timid, your pull away quick, eyes searching her face. She smiles, “I'm Youngji,” She holds out her hand, “Want to see my sticker collection? It's pretty cool! I bet, you'd like it!”

You take her palm, your skin sticks to hers.

She's smiling, it makes you wonder if her cheeks are sore. But it makes you smile too. “I just started today, it's real hard making friends, but then!” She holds up one finger, her grip on your hand tightening, “I talked to you! We can be friends now, right? I hope so! I like making friends, we're friends now. I think, I hope?” Her voice is louder now, more confident, more boyant.

You nod, cheeks reddening. You squeeze her hand, “we can be friends...”

Wind blows, and she stares at you, eyes bright. “We'll be the bestest friends!” Your heart swells, it fills. Overflowing, you nod, eyes turning, lips pulling. The bestest friends.

—

It's late, after school. The setting sun shines in through the windows of the entrance. Youngji sits beside you, showing you her collection of stickers. Doraemon, and it makes you feel small beside her, when she shows you her newest addition to her collection.

“Um... My momma doesn't have enough for that one yet,” or the other ones too. You tell her, Youngji nods, comfort in her shoulder when she presses into yours. “It's okay, I save up, I try too at least– money goes fast! Especially for those things,” you smile, head tilting curiously, you point to one of the bigger stickers, “did you buy this on your own?” she shakes her head, looking to you, “um... Well, my brother brought it, but he gave it to me, I wanted to buy it on my own but he said I could have it!” You smile, nodding along.

The entrance door opens, cracking slightly. You and Youngji look, heads turning. “Hey,” She says, her voice getting bored at the sight of a boy. “[name]... this is Jihoon, Jihoon... Is, well, he's a boy who lives in my house, we're not related, I swear!” Youngji is gathering her things, her sticker collection and summer hat, putting them in her backpack gently. “Ok. So tomorrow, you'll wait for me right? By the gates? Or would you rather–” Jihoon's voice cuts hers off, “Mom's waiting,” she grunts, “Um. I was talking.” She looks to him, her eyes rolling.

Your face reddens. Hands tightening at the hem of your shirt, you stare at the slope of his nose. “I– I– I– um...” You stutter. “[name], we don't talk to boys, remember?” Youngji is sighing, “boys don't have Doraemon stickers like me,” Jihoon smiles, it's forced. It makes your stomach drop. “I– hi... Um... I'm– my name is, [name],” His eyes turn to Youngji, leaving you.

“Wait for me, tomorrow, OK? I'll wear this hat again so you can see me OK? Oh, and I'll bring us lunch, cool?” You turn to her, cheeks reddening even more. She'll pointing to her hat, bright yellow. “L– lunch? Okay! I'll, um, wait!” She already walking away, her body still turned to you as she walks backward. “Bye, my best friend.” Jihoon waves, and then they're gone.

Suddenly you can breathe. Like you were holding your breath. Jihoon Jihoon Jihoon — his name repeats itself in your head, and you think, is this what love is?

—

Your mom is cutting sweet potatoes at the table when you ask her.

“Momma,” Her hum is soft, like the rain that patters at the window that evening. You sit across from her, the wooden chair creaking when you sit on it. “Um...” Your forefingers press together, you fidget. “What is, what is love? You know, like real love...” It's quiet for a moment, before she laughs, asking, “May I ask why?~” You sigh, shoulders dropping. “Well. I met someone. Today, before you came to get me at school. It was a boy. And it's Youngji's brother. You remember her, right?” She nods, placing her knife on the cutting board. “Of course, you told me about her.” You smile, “I met her brother. And I was just, wondering. What love was, you know?” You become nervous under her stare despite the tenderness in them.

“I... I think love is, complex,” She says, you stop her, growing shy, “momma... I don't know that word yet...” Warmth comes from her when her hand reaches for yours across the table, “Difficult?” You nod, you know that one. “It's, a strong feeling toward someone, I guess.”

“Um. What if... Is it, like not being able to breathe?” Your head is downcast, eyes unable to meet hers. “It can be, baby. Was he breathtaking?” You shake your head quickly, “Wha– I, I don't know! He was... He was weird! Like he, he...”

She laughs, it comes out in shakes. Her body shakes, and it makes you giggle, when she throws her head back, mouth opening. “I don't know, momma.”

“Love is whatever you want it to be baby~” There is teasing in her voice, but her fingers roll over your knuckles, skin moving over bones, and it settles the churn in your gut.

You decide Jihoon is breathtaking that evening at supper.

When your father is fixing your bed, you linger behind him. “Dad, for lunch tomorrow, can you make me something good, and pretty? And can you buy me strawberry milk? Two?” He stills, a smile on his face when he turns. He nods, “Sure thing,” it makes you smile, legs moving closer toward him, “but first, you need to get rest, okay? And lots of it! So, you can be happy and healthy tomorrow,” you nod, head bouncing, kneeling into your bed. Your father moving the blankets to tuck you in.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, a shout of your mother's name, and the soft creak of her steps on wood. She's there when your father stands, she kneels. “Dream of me, okay?” You nod, teeth showing. Your gut warms, love growing in your heart, gripping at you. “Obviously,” She presses a kiss to your cheek, your father turns the lights off. Moonlight seeping in through translucent curtains. “Goodnight, my baby~” She stands, moving backwards, stepping into your father's hands.

You dream of Youngji and her brother. The thought of him still lingers.

When your father walks you to school, he tells you about the sky – the rising sun and the infinite blue that swallows everything – you listen, staring at the clouds. “It'll rain today, so I'll bring an umbrella for us, okay? Do you want your raincoat?” He asks, voice warm. “Yes, papa,” He squeezes your hand.

As you near your school, “Um, papa? Can we wait at the entrance? I told a friend I would!”

He stills, “only for a bit...” Then he continues, talking about the sky. When he quiets, you begin talking, about school, about what he talks about, about what your mother talks about. Until arguing grows louder, as well as Youngji's voice.

She sounds annoyed, and she looks hurt when you see her. Her hat is still bright, despite the grim look on her face. Your gut twists when you see her brother trailing after her. She's quick when she sees you. Her pace quickening, and when she's close enough, she grips your arm, “you actually waited, thank goodness! You see what I have to deal with?” Her chin lifts to point at Jihoon.

Your breathe is snatched from you. “I– I didn't know you were coming, I–” you're grip on your father's hand tightens. Youngji gives you a funny look, one that goes unnoticed by you as you stare at her brother. Stop staring! He'll think you're– “Hon, I have to go...” Your father kneels, pulling at your hand. He pats your head when you stare hard at his chest. “Hey, don't look like that, you'll get wrinkles,” his thumb moves over your forehead, the creases in your skin, smoothing over. Skin tightening. “I packed your lunch like you said, and this~” He stands suddenly, arms opening, his hand gone from yours. “Youngji!” She smiles, head bobbing up and down. “Nice to meet you, [name] talkes about you all the time~ now... I really have to go,” He says, exaggerating. “Bye mister!” Youngji's waving, her arm hooking in yours.

You stare after him, feeling small. He turns to wave, and you wave bye.

“He... He's nice,” You say, Youngji hums. Before she sighs, “Bye, Jihoon. Have fun at boring middle school!” She's pulling you away, and you keep turning back to stare at him. Hand lifting up, waving. Eyes settling on the curve of his mouth, it lifts.

Jihoon smiles. And you suddenly can't breathe again. Your heart grips at you.

When lunch rolls again, Youngji is squealing. Loud among chatter. “Youngji...” It's threatening, but not enough to stop her from grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

“So! I don't know what you like... Yet! But I asked my mom to help pack things for us, OK? Yummy things!” She's quick on her feet, shifting through bodies, shoulders colliding. You mumble out apologies, head down, face red.

When you near her locker, she changes her shoes quickly, telling you you'll be eating outside. “It's going to rain today,” You say, eyes catching hers. She nods, “I know, but that's later, like after school later.” Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape.

“Let's change your shoes now, which locker is yours?” She questions, voice thick with curiousity. You begin walking. It isn't far from hers, five lockers away.

She tells you it might be fate, you insist it's pure luck.

The grass is green, and cherry blossoms bloom in the schoolyard. It's empty despite the warm weather.

Youngji is shrugging her bag off. Unzipping it while she walks. You look for a nice place to sit. Deciding on a bench near a cherry blossom tree. “Great eye!” She compliments, sweet.

When you sit, she places a small container between you both. A pink lid is peeled off, Gyeran mari is sliced neatly, four slices. She places another container, a purple lid is peeled off again, this time with fruits. White peaches and strawberries – cream atop the strawberries.

“I... I wanted it to be pretty! I even helped make it!” She's smiling, all teeth. You nod, smiling back. Brighter.

“I asked my dad to buy us strawberry milk! I'll show you my lunch now,” You tell her, heartbeating faster. You redden, embarrassment washing over you.

You unzip your backpack, pulling a lunch bag out, your hands grabbing a container from it, fingers pulling the lid off before you place it beside hers. An egg over rice. She ‘ooh’s softly, mouth forming an ‘O’ shape. You bag another container, smaller. Apple slices are there. You then grab the strawberry milk from your bag.

“Tada! A dinner between best friends,” She says, brows rising. “Lunch,” You correct, handing her a strawberry milk. A grin smearing on your face.

Her face falls a bit, it stirs something in your gut. Unease settling in your bones.

“Um... Are, are you okay? I know it's not much but–” You begin before being interrupted. She's staring at you – through you, licking her lips before saying, “I've never really had a best friend, I hope we can be best friends forever.” A moment passes.

“Let's... Let's be best friends forever then.” You hold out your pinky, a smile on your face. “Promise?”

Youngji smiles, her teeth showing, she grips your pinky with hers. Holding on tight. “Promise!”

—

Age 10 –

(You follow Youngji to middle school, holding her hand along the way, whispering in her ear – she's still your best friend when you both drift in different directions.)

“Guess whoo~” She says teasingly. Her hands covering your eyes. You giggle, grabbing one of her wrists, “Oh, I don't know. Maybe, Youngji?” You say, pulling her hand away. You twist, turning to face her in your desk. “Wow! So good!” She smiles, teeth and all. Youngji leans against the desk behind you, her knees pressing into the back of your chair.

“So! My parents...” She trails off, sucking in air through her teeth. “You know how I'm always like ‘you're my best friend, yeah yeah’?” You hum, staring at the nervous expression on her face, “Do you... Maybe... I don't know, want to sleep over?” She asks, her eyes brightening up. “You can meet my parents! They're always like, ‘bring her over, come one, Youngji-yah!’” She clasps her hands together, smiling at you.

“Okay. This weekend?” You ask, head tilting.

She nods, she thrusts her fist in the air, a yay leaving her lips. “Oh my god, our first sleepover! What! This has got to be perfect, I'll make it the best sleepover, I promise!” She's leaving the classroom before you can reply, the door sliding open as she rushes away. You smile after her.

(Jihoon makes your heart full. Overripe in your chest. Fresh and plump, fruit hanging in your ribcage, your heart is achingly sweet.

You see him in the halls, face reddening when his mouth lifts, mouth curving. You don't say anything, he doesn't either, but when you catch his stare, you know – his heart is full too.)

She walks home with you on Friday for the first time, Jihoon trailing after you both, a friend of his tucked by his shoulder — they're loud, voices lingering in your ears.

You grip your handle bars too tight, knuckles bone-white.

“You live in the city side? Lucky~ I live by the lake,” She tells you, whining a bit. She stops, suddenly. “Do you want me to carry that?” She asks, pointing to your bike. You shake your head a bit, “No! No! It's okay–” You redden at her stare, now you're all stopped in the middle of an empty street. “Here,” Jihoon's voice says, smooth in the wind.

He's beside you now, eyes turning, mouth curled.

His hands cover yours over the bike handles, you stare at him, seeing him – your heart plummets, you think he knows, and he does, fingers tightening over yours before you pull away, slipping away from under his.

“I– thank... Thank you.” His chin lifts, he nods. He's walking away, his friend trailing after.

It's silent the walk home, but you can't help stare at the back of his head. Your heart is fresh fruit, hanging in your ribcage, Jihoon's hands pulling it open. Fingers wrapping around your heart – he eats, he knows.

“Mom...” You whine. Hands moving all over, you trail after her in a rush, through the kitchen, to the livingroom, to the door. “Please... They're just waiting for me, I will be gone soon, mom!... Hey don't show them that!” She's showing them a photo album, her hands ushering them to follow her, and they do. Smiling at you when they pass you. You groan, your father's hand landing on your shoulder. He tells you, “let her enjoy for a bit, you hardly bring people over,” You nod.

“Oh! Honey! Make tea, or juice? Would you like anything?” Her hands clasp together loudly, she's smiling, her cheeks red. “I... I'll go get my stuff, you, um, you can wait here, okay?” Your head tilts, your stiff when you walk up the stairs. Mumbling about how your mother never acts like that when your father brings friends over.

When you enter your room, you try to be quick. Folding your clothes neatly, and then stuffing them in a bag.

A knock interrupts you, you turn. Eyes widening at Jihoon. “Hey, I don't know where the bathroom is,” He says, eyes staring at anything but you. He's rubbing his neck, “It... It's down the wall, you have to be careful though. The door gets jammed sometimes.” Your hands subsciously pull together, fingers tightening around one another. You smile, nodding.

He looks to you, catching your eye. Smiling too. Then it's gone. He doesn't move, then he opens his mouth, moving then closing. It becomes tense, and he looks pained. Your smile is gone now, taking a step forward, “Are... Are you okay?”

He stares at you, before closing his eyes. Shut tight, “You can't like me,” He says. It's a demand. The room stills. Quiet. Still. Unmoving. He shakes his head, before stalking off. The bathroom door shuts with a thud.

Something stirs in you, “Oh...” You utter, the quiet becoming unbearable. And the stirring in your gut leaves you uneased, you feel your heart drop. You want to sink into the floor.

(You still sleep over at Youngji's house, you pretend you don't notice Jihoon's stares. You pretend he didn't say what he said.)

—

Age 13 –

Jihoon joins the basketball team, and when Valentine's day rolls around. Love notes and chocolates pail up on top of his desk.

(You don't talk to him much; when you stay over at Youngji's house, he leaves. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, ripping your heart and taking it with him – “Love is whatever you want it to be,” you decide whatever love you have for Jihoon isn't love.)

“I wonder if I'll get any Valentines...” Youngji thinks out loud, stopping in front lf you when she gets closer to you at the school gates. “You will, I'll make sure of it,” You say, arm locking with hers. She smiles, fingers tightening on your coat.

“BTW. I heard a rumor~” She teases, finger poking your cheek. You sigh, “I told you not to use abbreviations outside of text, it doesn't sound right to me, I swear I will–” You glare, voice going hard. “It's about you, actually!” Youngji interrupts, her eyes sparkling. “Oh... Is, is it mean? I don't like when people are mean to me, you know I can't handle–” She laughs, ringing throughout the schoolyard. She stops, leaning close to you, her hand covering her and mouth when she whispers to you, “Yongshik from class A has a crush on you~” she pulls away with a grin on her face. You redden. “Like... Oh, um – like as a joke?” You question.

She pulls toward the school doors, a girl holding it open for you both, you mumble a thanks and she says, “thank you so much.”

You have to think about it, because it doesn't feel right. “I don't know who Yongshik though...” You mumble. Youngji smiles pitifully before a genuine one appears. “Hey, listen. You don't have to accept his feelings. It's okay to reject someone,” It sounds sweet, a little unlike her then she adds. “Better to be the rejecter then to be the rejectee!”

You glare at her, “Cute, Youngji.” You say. She quickly says she has to be early for class, she tugs you into her arms, squeezing tightly before she runs off.

You make a beeline for your locker, ignoring the eyes that seem to follow you. When you near it, a boy stands there. His face brightening up at you, hand opening to wave at you. It makes you still, you wave back awkwardly. You walk slower, until you stand in front of him.

He smiles, and something about his smile makes you feel uneased, like he can see you, through you, like Jihoon – but not really. Jihoon's eyes are starbursts, shining. Glowing. Vast – “Hello, I– I have something to tell you,” He says, and you can feel eyes on your back again. You nod, a feeling of excitement begins to stir in your gut and you don't like it, your heart picks up. He pulls out a letter from the pocket of his uniform jacket, he hands it to you. You make sure to grab the edge of it, avoiding his fingers.

“Thank –” You're interrupted when an arm wraps around your shoulder, tucking you under their side. Your eyes dart to them, and you're surprised it's Jihoon, his smile is different – almost too sweet, sickly sweet. It oozes something you don't recognize.

“Hey, [name], been lookin' everywhere for you,” He says, facing you. You redden under his eyes, mumbling, “I just got here...”

You forget about the boy, and find yourself boiling over, your stomach erupting.

“Um... You'll read it, right?” The boy says, and you jump before nodding quickly, “Of course!” You smile at him and it falls once he leaves, walking to a group of his friends, they clasp their hands on his shoulders.

“Why'd you do that? He might have needed help with homework or something,” You say naively, shrugging his arm off. “Or he could have a crush on you~” He sings softly, going to lean on the locker beside yours. He stares at you, a smile ghosting on his face. “Also, I seriously doubt he'd need help with homework, he's one of the top students.” You ‘ah’ at him, he still stares at you. “Stop staring, it's... It's making me nervous...” You murmur, quiet enough for only him to hear. He leans closer to you, Jihoon smiles, “Nervous, huh? I know I'm too charming,” He teases, brows raising. You glare, but his smile makes you hide yours. He continues, “I get nervous too, when I wall passed a mirror, I always have to stop and stare,” You sigh, face heating up, “Jihoon,” You begin, daringly, “don't get ahead of yourself,” he raises his hands.

The bell rings, shutting your locker, books in your hand, Jihoon takes them from you, “let me walk the reddest girl to class,” it doesn't make sense, but it makes you redden even more. “I, what– wait... Am I really that red?”

(You read the letter from the boy, his name is Yongshik, and he thinks you're smart and pretty and he wants to get to know you – you politely decline, telling him you like someone else. Yongshik's sweet smile is gone when you leave, and he glares at Jihoon.)

Age 14 —

Jihoon's graduation is exactly how he wanted it – quick paced and undemanding. He insists you come –

(You and Jihoon spend more time together than you should have; he tells you we're friends now and yet you can't help but feel like there's something more to your friendship – there is; Jihoon laughs in your ear, quiet, hushed. Only for you to hear. He lets his arm linger over your arm when Youngji runs off to class, leaning too close to you. And whenever – completely by chance, not by him whining to sit beside you – you sit beside him at lunch, he knocks his knee against yours, and leans too close and talks to you, like you're the only there. But still. Jihoon insists you're friends.)

When it's over. He drags you away, – “Stealing me away when no one's looking, clever.” “Please, just... Bear with me.” – his fingers tug at your wrist.

You're led to a bench by the school gates. Where he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you to sit while he paces. People yell their goodbyes at him, and he waves goodbye back to each one.

“Jihoon, I wanted to ask you something–” Your hands folds over your lap, fingers playing with the hem of your uniform skirt. “Um... Who, who did you give your second button to? I know it's none of my–” He stills, and then his grabbing one of your hands, placing the button in your open palm before he closes it.

And it's quiet, a long deafening silence.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and your eyes widen, face flushing. “Like, as friends?” You ask innocently. And he stammers, “What? No– like, as more than friends. Like in the movies, romance, you know?”

“It...” You trail off. Your heart is beating, overgrowing in your chest, too ripe, too soft. “It's okay.”

When he sits beside you, you don't know what to do. You stiffen, and he places a hand on your hand, rubbing gently.

He places a hand over your closed fist, the one with the button. You face him, and this is the closest you've been to him, probably. You unstiffen when he smiles, fond.

He tells you to close your eyes, and you do. Feeling his warm breath over your face, before soft lips press to yours.

It takes your breath away. The air in your lungs lets out through your nose, and it feels like a secret. The kiss is barely there, light on your lips. But it impacts you so much.

When he pulls away and you open your eyes, he's smiling fondly.

“I still remember when you told me not to like you,” You say, and he groans, leaning back. “Don't remember me.” His hand stays over yours, and you place your free hand over his.

You redden. Ribcage open, fruit heart hanging, ripe.

“What... What does this mean? I mean, you're graduating and I'm... I'm not. Not yet.”

“It means, you'll have to come over often,” He tells you, shifting closer to you. You nod, “I'll visit over, Jihoon, so take care of me~”

(Neither you or Jihoon tell Youngji. A part of you falls apart slowly when she asks if you like anyone, you lie. About Jihoon. About everything.)

—

Age 15 –

When you get to high school, you drift from Youngji and grow closer to Jihoon. But she remains a constant; hooking her arm in yours, and pulling you in close.

When you get to high school, you and Jihoon navigate your relationship in gaps of everyone's eyes, where no one can see – he insists it's because you're new to dating, you think of his sister and tell him you're scared of being hated; he doesn't understand.

(He corners you, drags you somewhere eyes won't see – “Are you getting prettied each day?” “... You need glasses.” “You better be joking, [name]!” – presses his hands on your shoulders, holding on like bicycle handles, before his hands run down your arms, meeting your hands, filling the gaps of your fingers with his – “We're like puzzle pieces,” he'd say, through teeth and lips, mumbling, you'd look somewhere else – he stands close, staring at you – “Sometimes I think we're meant to be,” It'd go silent, something will raise over you, you'd open your mouth, moving, but nothing. “Was that too much?” He'd ask, and you'd squeeze his hand, shaking your head – when he kisses you, it's just a press of lips, soft, tender. Barely there. Like a secret, and it's you and Jihoon's secret – “I think we should tell people now... I want to, I hope you understand.” You do. “... Okay. We'll do it.”)

When you get to high school, you and Youngji are the type of friends who never get mad at one another – you were.

(“Hey, Youngji? Can I ask you something...?” You ask, quiet in her room. It's dark, cold. Her feet are on yours, tangled. Her body pressed close for warmth. “Sure, go for it,” Youngji's voice is quiet too, full of something nice. Sweet. “What... What would you say if I were dating someone? Someone you know... Someone close...?” You ask, turning to watch her face. The way it lights up understand the screen of her phone. She gets up quick, turning full at you. “Are you dating someone?!” It echoes in her room, and you're sure it echoes everywhere in her house. “I– I, I am. But you have to promise me you won't get mad, okay?” You hold out your pinky, waiting for her. She's quick to lock it with hers. “Tell me!” She smiles, right at you. “It's... It's Jihoon.” And Then her smile is gone, slowly falling off her face. “My brother Jihoon? That Jihoon?” It's not exactly disgust, just a breath of something odium. You nod, and she pulls her hand away, “Why didn't you tell me?” She asks, and you can see the lines of anger growing on her face. “I... I don't know... We just started dating, and... And he thought it'd be better if we shouldn't,” you tell her, a feeling of guilt swimming in your gut. “Well, what did you think?” She asks, voice hard. “I... I didn't think,” You mumble, head hanging. “Of course you didn't.” She says. “Right.” You say, voice distant; you both go to sleep, backs turned away.)

You walk home with Jihoon that day, after listening to her yelling at him for not telling her, he doesn't yell back, telling her it was his fault – you think it's yours.

Youngji stops linking her arm in yours, and starts hanging out with another girl you both went to middle school with. You hold Jihoon's hand at school, and you feel like you can breath.

(“I'm sorry you and my sister are fighting...” He whispers in your hair, his body on his side, facing you. “I... We shouldn't have told anyone, it's my fault–” His hand is tightening in yours. “It's no one's fault, it was the right thing to do. We should have told people first, that we were together. You wanted people to know and that's okay.” You turn to face him, he sighs. “I... I know, I'm just sorry.” You and Jihoon begin to spend days at your house instead of his, a thick tension between his sister and him – and still, you think it's your fault.)

—

Age 16 –

(Jihoon has one unequivocal truth; he loves you).

“Our anniversary is coming up~” He says, it's lunch and you're studying. His fingers brushing your hair away from your face. You hum, “I know. You said you wanted us to do something,” He hums, moving closer to you, body pressing to your side. “I was thinking... Sky diving!” You look at him, “with what money? We're high school students, Jihoon.” He barks a laugh, quick, loud. “I was joking,” He says, and you hum softly, a sigh leaving your lips. “School's hard,” You whine. “How about, a date? Let me take you out.” It's serious. Because he's staring at you, face void of a smile, but his eyes shine bright, starbursts. “Don't we go on those all the time?” You question, head tilting. “Those aren't dates, we usually just stay in your room and talk,” You ‘oh’ softly, before you become shy, cheeks turning red.

“I've never been on a date.” You say, and it makes him smile. He nods. “Let me take you out.” He repeats, and you're heart flutters.

When your anniversary comes, you panic.

[Jihoon]: might b late, can u come over? sorry baby :(

[name]: its ok, don't worry ^^

“Ma!” You yell, pacing in your room. She busts in, looking panicked, “What did I tell you about yelling?... Honey, you look so pretty!” She's smiling, the lines on her face, fading when her cheeks lift. “It's not too much? Right?”

She walks to you, her hands cupping your cheeks. “You're beautiful,” It's sincere, making you smile too.

“Now go. Be home before 7, or I will come find you myself.”

When you got to his house, your father dropping you off. Youngji answers the door, an awkward silence between you both.

“Hi... Um, is... Is Jihoon here?” It's the first time you've talked to her since last year, and you feel strange under her stare. She nods, moving to let you in. “I'll go get him for you.” She begins to walk away, leaving you to stand awkwardly at the door, staring after her. She stops, abruptly. “Youlookpretty!” Before she's bolting away. You let out a confused noise.

You smile, a weight lifting off of your shoulders. You stare at your shoes, hands coming together at your chest. She comes back first, standing a distance away from you, you begin, “I'm sorry. I should have told you, I was naive, I didn't think–” then you're in her arms, she's squeezing tightly. “I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten so upset.”

You wrap your arms around her, “You don't have to be sorry, you were right to be upset. I should have told you,” She sighs, mumbling something.

“I think I always knew you liked him,” You laugh awkwardly, “was it that obvious?” you ask, and she pulls away, brows raised. “I think so!”

“I'm ready,” Jihoon says, biting the inside of his cheek after. Youngji hums, “Be home at 7!” She says to Jihoon, looking over her shoulder, her hands rubbing your arms, before she goes to open the door. “Have fun, okay?”

(That evening, Jihoon tells you he loves you. Your heart hangs open in your chest, growing ripe.)

Extra!

When you graduate, you move in with Jihoon. A small apartment in the city, he teasingly tell his friends his childhood sweetheart followed him to college. But it was Jihoon who followed you when you told him it was your first option at schools.

Jihoon is serious about your relationship. Despite never being with anyone else, he prays you never want to break up with him.

When arguments occur, he never you going to sleep upset at him. He apologizes first, – even if you're one in the wrong, you own up to your mistakes just as he does. You both always go to bed peaceful with one another.

Jihoon likes grocery shopping. He picking out foods, and trying out new things. If you don't like something, he remembers and tries to avoid it. Especially when his friends give him it for leftovers.

Jihoon is more domestic than he likes to admit, telling everyone you're the domestic one. by

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sunshinesukuna · 4 years

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stuck by you

first part of the stuck series

pairing: child!miya atsumu x child!reader

genre: fluff

inspiration: Stand By Me Doraemon (2014, dir. Takashi Yamazaki, Ryuichi Yagi), Sunflower – Post Malone, Swae Lee

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The plush dog sits happily on your lap as you go get another cat plush to accompany it. Atsumu flips through a picture book filled with bright plants and animals. He doesn’t to be paying it much attention, much preferring to space out and observe the children around him. Not that he cared about them much either.

“Let’s have a tea party Mr. Meow!” you say gruffly in poor impersonation of a dog’s voice. You wiggle the dog plush with your chubby 4 year old fingers.

“What’s that?” As if listening to something it had said, you put it to your ears before nodding. The soft wool of the plush tickles your ears.

“Sure! I’ll invite ‘Tsumu.” The cat plush bounces and down in your hand until its centimeters between Atsumu’s face. The said boy in question looked up from his storybook. He pulls himself up with chubby child limbs.

“Please come to my tea party, Mr. Atsumu!” you said. Instead of replying, Atsumu furrows his eyebrows.

“Don't wanna,” Atsumu says. Your heart drops for a second. He doesn’t want to play with kiddie toys, does he? you think. But he disperses your doubts with a cool wave of his hand.

“You gotta play Power Rangers with me first!” He picks up a toy sword from the ground and starts poking you with it. You giggle as you pick up Mr. Meow.

“In the name of Mr. Meow, I will never forgive you!” You pick up Mr. Meow and hold him in front of you. Atsumu taps you here and there with his toy sword, amusing the both of you. It continues on for a little while, you and Atsumu play-stabbing one another. The classroom is basked in the light of youth and laughter as the other children have fun playing.

You bend down to pick up the the cat plush when another little hand pushes yours away. “You’re not playing with this, right?” a boy says.

His boyish eyes are asking you “Can I have it?” all so sweetly. Foolish selfishness wins. He holds the cat plush almost accusingly in your face, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit. It’s unfair, but your heart tells you to go grab it, even though the horde of other toy animals behind you lay untouched.

You reach for it, but it’s yanked away from your grasp by the boy. “Thank you!” he cried hurriedly while rushing back to his friends. They hold the poor cat by its thin tail while hacking away at it with plastic wands.

Fat tears make their way down your chubby cheeks. Stopping them is a herculean task right now. You peers notice you crying and some of them join too, baffled and worried. Has the world ended? It feels like that’s what’s happened. Without Mr. Meow, there was no one sufficient enough to host the tea party! What would the guests say? You weren’t about to disgrace Mr. Meow’s honorable family by not saving him from the malicious monster that had Mr. Meow is his grasp.

"Give it back!” your hero cries out.

SMACK! The sound rings clear and loud throughout the entire classroom. The mere sound stops the racket of chatter and play that once went on happily inside. Everyone turns their eyes to you two. As you look up, you realize that the assailant has those familiar eyes that seem to know a little too much for how old they are. Sure enough, he stands with an irritated face at the boy who took your beloved plush.

The poor thief was now sprawled on the floor. A hand was on his cheek, trying to heal the small welt that had marred his previously untainted skin. Before anything of you can do anything, a teacher comes over and separates the two of them before another brawl can break out.

“Atsumu-kun! We do not hit people!” she chastises.

“He took away her plushie before she could say anything!” Atsumu’s under-developed consonants makes his warning seem insignificant, but even an adult could see that this kid was out for blood— given the right situation.

“Well we can fix that without hitting people!” the teacher says.

Atsumu looks at the ground, then at you. Tears were still leaking out of your eyes over your jaw that was still on the floor from his sudden show of chivalry. Atsumu snatches the cat plushie off the ground and shoves it into your hands. He refuses to meet your eyes.

“And Yuuji-kun!” The teacher moves to your other classmate, ready to grill him.

Eventually, the teacher has them both apologize to one another and Yuuji apologize to you as well. She stands them in front of the other. Atsumu has a sour look on his face, while Yuuji isn’t looking the slightest bit hurt.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for taking your toy and hurting your feelings,” Yuuji said. He bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet while apologizing. It’s amazing that there is no twinge of reluctance in his voice. If you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t even believe that he in the act of begging forgiveness. He’s a child that’s ready to sacrifice his pride for the fun, alright.

“it’s–hic! It’s okay,” you say. The teacher gives Atsumu an expectant glare. He doesn’t budge. She sighs.

“Atsumu, apologize!” the teacher commands. Atsumu folds his hands over his chest.

“Why should I apologize?” he asks defiantly. “I was making sure she got her toy back! And he made her cry!” He goes on another tirade, pointing out how Yuuji stole the last apple juice box when the teacher specifically said that it was going to be saved for the next day and several of Yuuji’s other kiddy sins. Tired of all the conflict, you put a hand on Atsumu’s shoulder.

“Atsumu-kun,” you say. “I’m okay.” He gives you a confused stare.

“But he made you cry!” Atsumu protests. The teacher crouches down next to him and points to you.

“(Y/N) isn’t crying anymore, right, ‘Tsumu?” she asks. Atsumu shakes his head. “Do you think you can apologize to Yuuji-kun, now?”

Atsumu puckers his lips into a childish pout. He lowers his head, refusing to make eye contact with Yuuji. The other boy doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles apologetically at Atsumu.

“I’m... sorry,” he says. It’s a low mutter, but just enough so that the teacher and Yuuji can hear it. The teacher lets the three of you go with a small sigh before attending to the other children.

The both of you have now calmed down and are flipping through a storybook about witches and knights. You open a page which depicts a cartoon princess in a puffy pink dress wailing in fright. The colors are vibrant and the dress extravagant enough to keep you hanging on the page for five solid minutes.

“Oi, flip the page already!” Atsumu says. You shoot him a dirty look, but you comply anyways.

On the next page, a cliche knight in shining armor comes to rescue her from the evil dragon that’s keeping her hostage. With a thrust of his sword and the help of a magical fairy, they rush into a peach-orange sunset inside a cream carriage. How cliché.

Deciding that you’re bored with the book, you throw it away. You pull your little body up to face Atsumu.

“Hey, ‘Tsumu... Why did you hit him back there?” you ask. Atsumu looks at you like your teeth had grown five times their original size. He sits up to meet your eyes.

“Because you’re my friend!” he says. To him, it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. A blatant fact that everyone should know. But a fact that the person in question only has the faintest inkling of.

If Atsumu has to scream it from every one of the mountains in the world he will. His young brain already knows that he will do it, even if the cause is an ant compared to the hulking whale of the world’s problems. Because what bigger problem is there than his best friend that doesn’t know that they’re his friend?

“And if anyone wants to hurt my friend, they have to go through me first!” He says it arrogantly, but his arrogance is rooted in confidence of his beliefs and abilities. Atsumu may be a proud little kid, but this proud little kid was going to stick by you wether you like it or not.

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supposed2bfunny · 5 years

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So I kind of had a cute idea: Imagine Noodle, all grown up and living on her own, married and all with a small child, and 2D and Murdoc have to babysit (Russ wasnt available). What happens??

Anon, please forgive the tardiness of this reply! I was super busy this weekend, not ignoring your ask!

So I received a similar ask in the past and kind of skirted the issue, but if y’all wanna see 2D and Murdoc babysitting a real live baby, let’s give this a go!-At first Murdoc won’t go near the kid, because he’s lowkey terrified of Noodle’s child (who he absolutely thinks of as his grandchild) not liking him. And he knows there’s a lot not to like. So 2D is trying to chat this little kid up, and Murdoc is raiding the liquor cabinets already.-However, remember, 2D isn’t the best conversationalist. He doesn’t know much about this kid’s interests (Thomas the Tank Engine, Doraemon, Hana Kappa, Crayon Shin-Chan), and to his disappointment, this kid doesn’t want to hear him describing constellations and the moons of other planets that most likely have water and could support life on them. 2D is super bummed.

-So when IS the ice finally broken? Eventually the child starts playing with their toys to avoid these awkward guys who reek of cigarette smoke, and 2D starts playing alongside them, taking stock of what toys Noodle has supplied her little one with. Eventually, Murdoc makes his way over and discovers that he LOVES Legos. He starts building crazy cool stuff, and the kid and 2D both end up helping him construct a cool tower.

-There’s a slightly emotional moment where Murdoc mumbles something about not having ever had any toys as a kid since his father never bought him any, and suddenly both 2D and the child are shoving teddy bears, toy trains, See ’N Says, and plastic food items into his lap, making him laugh and get a bit flustered. From that point on, these three are BONDED.

-So you’d better believe they’re jumping on the couch/bed “go ahead, kiddo, your mum used to do it when she was a kid!” They’re eating ice cream for lunch, ignoring the balanced meals Noodle has left in Tuppaware in the fridge. “Bugger broccoli, this is a special occasion!” They’re outback climbing trees and Murdoc is falling out of the tree. Some things never change.

-They curse like sailors in front of the kid, that goes without saying.

-After coming inside they realize they’ve lost one of the child’s shoes, and never do discover where it fell off.

-2D steps on a lego in bare feet and Almost Dies at one point.

-And yes, Noodle does come home that evening to find the three of them in bed, a picture book between them, Murdoc snoring like a buoy as 2D and the kid chatter excitedly about lions and bears and magical kingdoms. She gets a little emotional herself to see the men who raised her now looking after her own child with so much love.

-And in the following days, Murdoc and 2D do a lot of reminiscing about what it was like raising Noodle back then, how ill-prepared they were and how they wish they had done better. But thinking of all those memories also makes them feel closer than ever to see how far they’ve come; it’s a soft, emotional period for them both.

-Next week they’re calling Noodle, asking when she’s next going to be away so they can look after the kid. And you’d best believe they both sob like saps when, over the phoneline, they hear Noodle ask if her kid wants to see “Uncle Murdy and Uncle Stu” and she’s met with an enthusiastic screech of excitement.

It’s the beginning of an excellent friendship.

#anon asks #2doc #niccalpot #2doc headcanons #sorry i love domestic stuff but suck at stuff with kids!#basically i think they'd be fun uncles but TERRIBLE INFLUENCES #THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED NEAR CHILDREN #but they did help raise noodle!

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justkeeptrekkin · 5 years

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For the prompts... Hizashi and Shouta's reactions to each other immediately after the end of chapter 9 of Kogane no Kami (I ADORE that story, btw). If you want something more casual, umm, something something mutual pining and keeping warm. Tbh, I'm just excited to read anything you write ♡

Hello listener~Thank you so much i’m really glad you liked my fic!! I would absolutely LOVE to do a chapter 9 follow up but, just in case anyone out there hasn’t read it and doesn’t want major spoilers, i’m going to stick to the second half of your question. Thanks for the prompt

Hizashi lies under his duvet and two blankets. He is wrapped up in his dressing gown, beneath which he’s wearing his winter pyjamas. He has two pairs of socks on. His head is buried under the covers.

How is he still cold?

The sound of his teeth chattering sounds oddly loud under the roof of blankets. And even though he’s really- really really- tired, he can’t sleep. Instead, all he can do is stare at the underside of his duvet, and the bluish light of the streetlights peeking through the gaps that Hizashi’s missed whilst making this cocoon.

His eyes are cold. How is that a thing?

After about ten minutes of trying to sleep, it becomes too much. With a loud, frustrated growl, he rips himself out from under the duvets and blankets. It brings on unpleasant consequences.

“Shit! Oh my God why is it so cold-”

Hizashi dances on the spot for a moment as he decides whether to run a hot bath, make a cup of tea, or a hot water bottle. Of course, he knows why it’s so cold. He and Shouta have the worst landlord in the universe and they haven’t fixed the heating in time for winter, despite the fact that they’ve told him multiple times that it’s caput. Shouta’s been moaning about it far less than him, but it’s reached the point now where they’ve both lost their patience.

Hizashi instinctively looks to the wall on his left. On the other side, Shouta’s in bed. They’ve lived together for years, and yet the thought of him being just on the other side of the wall sometimes makes Hizashi’s stomach flutter. Still.

After all this time.

Maybe Shouta is cold too, he thinks.

“No,” he warns himself, because he knows where this is going.

But his mind betrays him. Maybe Shouta could do with some extra warmth, like I could.

Hizashi measures this thought that drifts into his mind, looks down at his feet as he does so. They’re covered in fluffy, cat shaped bed socks. They even have little ears. And his pyjamas have Doraemon on them. Running a hot bath would be much more sensible than what he is considering doing next. But then, no man wearing a combination this silly has ever done anything sensible.

He looks back at the wall.

There is little point pretending to argue with himself, he realises. He made his choice as soon as the idea popped into his head.

Hizashi’s feet transport him to Shouta’s door, and then he’s knocking. And no one’s answering.

He’s asleep. Of course he is, it’s Shouta. Hizashi huffs to himself, watches his breath form a cloud in front of his face. Pretends not to be upset or frustrated. Paces around in front of Shouta’s door for a moment, feeling a bit like a lost puppy. Then, gritting his teeth against the agonising, illogical feeling of rejection, he-

The door opens. “‘Zashi.”

Hizashi stops in his tracks and spins round to face the man standing in the doorway. His arms are wrapped around him, and he’s wearing a turtle neck jumper. He’s unrolled the neck so that it covers his chin and mouth.

“Shou, sorry man, I just- it’s freezing.”Shouta doesn’t respond immediately. “Yes.”

Hizashi feels warm for the first time in hours. His cheeks, unmistakably, are hot. “You’re cold too?”

Again, Shouta doesn’t seem to know what to do with this. He’s never been good at small talk, and Hizashi isn’t exactly making this easy. “Obviously.”

“Cool, yeah. Obviously. No, I just came because- uh-”

Because I want an excuse to cuddle you?

Thankfully, Shouta doesn’t give Hizashi any more time to talk nonsense. He disappears into his room, leaving the door open for Hizashi to follow. He smiles to himself and takes the invitation.

And then he looks at Shouta’s bed. He’s been in here plenty of times, and never has his bed ever felt daunting. Hizashi combs his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit that he never seemed to be able to kick as an adult.

“Which side do you want.”

Hizashi’s heart stops at how casually he asks this, but, as ever, his mouth is on autopilot. “Right! I always prefer right.”“Thought so.”“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Remember when we were in second year and we went on that class excursion, we had to share a bed then too.”Hizashi does remember, but only now that he brings it up. Back then, it hadn’t felt so weird. They’d stayed up half the night eating junk food and talking about everything and nothing. Hizashi is usually the one with the good memory. He wonders what made Shouta remember that trip now.

“You kick in your sleep.”“Do not!”“Do, too. If you kick me tonight I’ll throw you out the window.”Hizashi makes an unconvincing sob. “OK,” he moans. “I can’t help what I do in my sleep though.”“Not my problem.”

Shouta gets back under the covers. When Hizashi doesn’t move at first, he stares at him blankly. Hizashi startles, joins him in bed without further hesitation.

“Oh my god it’s so warm. How are you so warm. You’re a little radiator.”

“Hmmm.”

Hizashi lies on his back and shuffles down the bed, so the lower half of his face is covered by duvet. Whenever he breathes his face feels, irritatingly, too warm. Shouta lies still, turned towards him on his side.

“What are you doing.”

Hizashi peers over at him, wide eyed. “Huh?”

“I thought the whole point of this was sharing body heat.”

Hizashi swallows. Trust Shouta to say something like that out loud and not be embarrassed. Never freak out or make things weird.

Hizashi, on the other hand: “Errrrrrrrrrrr-”

“Come here.”An arm suddenly wraps itself around his waist, pulling him towards Shouta. Hizashi yelps in surprise but allows it; is suddenly pressed up close against Shouta.

In his bed.

He can feel his breath at the back of his neck. Shouta’s hand lies against his stomach, although he can’t really feel it through all the layers he’s wearing. If he weren’t absolutely freezing, he’d be wishing he wasn’t wearing any pyjamas under his dressing gown.

And that’s exactly the kind of thought that’s going to get you into trouble. STOP IT.

Shouta wriggles, moves his other arm so that it lays beneath Hizashi’s head, rather than being bent awkwardly between their bodies. There’s something even more intimate about that, and it takes all the will power Hizashi has to steady his breathing.

“You remind me of that cat. Have you seen that gif of that cat?”“I’ve seen every cat gif ever made,” Shouta says seriously, and Hizashi laughs. His voice is quiet and low. “You’ll have to be more specific.”“You know, the one with the mummy kitty pulling in the little sleeping baby kitty in its arms. Like it’s a soft toy or something. That’s basically what you just did.”

“Hmm,” Shouta considers. There’s a suspicious pause. “Hizashi, do you consider me a parental figure in your life?”“Wh- No!”

Shouta laughs, and Hizashi playfully, and without much conviction, tries to escape his embrace. Shouta holds him there tightly.

“God, you’re so annoying!”

He can imagine the smirk on his face right now, even though he’s turned away from him. Hizashi’s breath forms clouds in his vision.

“This isn’t fair.”Shouta sighs. “What?”

“You’ve got the better end of the bargain. You can warm up your face-”

-By burying it in my neck? My hair? Is that really what you’re going to say, Hizashi, you MORON?

“I mean- you know- my nose is cold,” is what Hizashi eventually decides on.

Shouta snorts. He plants his hand directly on Hizashi’s face.

“Better?”“Eugh- God you’re in the weirdest mood tonight-”

“And you won’t stop complaining. Just turn round, Hizashi.”He does as he’s told, and finds himself just below Shouta’s chin, eye-level with his clavicle. It’s warm. Shouta is warm. His arm is draped over him under the covers, and Hizashi’s leg instinctively finds it’s way between Shouta’s. He doesn’t have time to regret it, because Shouta shuffles closer.

“Oh,” he says out loud.

“Hm?”“Nothing,” Hizashi croaks.

Hizashi can feel Shouta’s heart racing through his sweatshirt.

It’s enough confirmation that maybe- just maybe- Hizashi’s not alone in feeling like this. Whatever this is- he hasn’t found the word to describe it yet. He shuffles down and presses his face against his chest. He doesn’t miss the shakiness to Shouta’s deep, slow breath.

By the time Shouta’s heartbeat has settled, they’ve both fallen asleep.

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Mafia - Daisuga Week 2018

Last day!!! This has gone pretty well considering that I impulse-joined one day late plus I had fun with the mini challenge that I set for myself to not use any of the prompts except in the title!

Thank you to anyone who’s read, liked or reblogged my entries, you’ve really made my week (and it’s been a pretty tough one so this has been a great source of comfort).

Hope you enjoy this!

Day 7 | August 26th | Mafia/Kissing

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

Sitting tied up to a shaky wooden chair, one eye severely blackened, ribs aching, shoulder dislocated and blood in his mouth, Daichi regretted a great many things.

He regretted agreeing to go for this raid in particular, regretted not pulling his gun out fast enough, regretted not shooting that guy instead of tasering him, hell, he even regretted wearing this pair of socks today because they were his favourite and now they were all torn and bloody.

But he didn’t regret his job, he could never regret committing to a life in the force, to protecting his city and the people in it.

And try as he might, he couldn’t regret falling in love with Sugawara Koushi.

He felt no remorse for the day he’d stumbled into the man whose smile made you feel the way hot chocolate felt on a rainy day, who had cheerfully discussed corgi butts over cake, and who had a simple tattoo of a symbol Daichi knew far too well just under his ear.

When he turned to smile at Daichi, wisps of hair like molten silver grazed the edges of that damning sign.

Daichi had killed far too many men with that mark and put even more in prison for life.

Others might say that he was blinded by Suga’s stunning features, enchanted by his doe eyes and coy smile, taken in, misled and fooled.

Perhaps he was.

But Daichi also knew this. He knew he was in love with the way Suga had straight up handed his umbrella to a lady he didn’t know on the street, carried an old grandma’s shopping bags all the way to her apartment door chattering all the while about gardening tips and whipped out a bunch of Doraemon plasters for a kid who had a scraped knee.

He was in love with the way Suga gave the best hugs, like he was never going to let go until you felt okay, the way he hummed while cutting vegetables and sang while cleaning the toilet, the way he looking in the morning all confused and grouchy.

He was in love with the way they had arguments and then patched it up over long talks with ice cream and lots of cuddling, the way Suga got impatient with everything inefficient he encountered and the way he was fussy about how they arranged things on the kitchen counter.

So they never talked about the tattoo behind Suga’s ear. Like the vase that you want to throw away but leave in the corner of the living room because it holds too much sentimental value, they skirted around it, glossed over it and pretended it wasn’t there.

They hardly spoke about Daichi’s job either, beyond establishing that he was with the Organized Crime Unit in the Police Force.

The two of them simply willed this tiny snag in their relationship away, burying it under the covers of their bed or smothering it with their laughter over dinner and wine.

It worked, Daichi worried about it but the force that drew him to Suga was magnetic, irresistible and tasted like honey. So Daichi took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, where Sugawara Koushi was.

Except now, Sugawara Koushi had a knife pressing against his throat while he was bound to a chair with the big boss that Daichi had only ever heard about ordering his death to be slow and painful.

Searching dark brown eyes met unreadable hazel ones, and on instinct, Daichi strained against the ropes although he never flinched from the cold steel at his skin.

“Any last words?”

The boss’s voice, grating and sneering filtered through his musing. Daichi ceased his struggling and looked deep into eyes that he loved, regardless of where it had brought him.

“Every moment with you,” he breathed so that only Suga, who was close enough to kiss, could hear him, “Was the best moment of my life.”

A light went on in hazel depths and with gentle fingers, Suga caressed Daichi’s jaw the way the sunset’s colours trace the edges of the horizon, fleeting, breathtaking and devastatingly beautiful.

The knife was raised, the boss’s smirk grew and Daichi locked eyes with the love of his life, wanting the last thing he saw to be Suga, only Suga.

In a flash of pale grey steel and a blur of silvery hair, Suga struck hard and fast.

Within half a second, everyone in the room was dead, including the boss and leaving only the two lovers.

Daichi blinked stupidly around him as Suga cut him loose, breath only slightly uneven.

His fingers were limp as he was handed a gun, another round of bullets slipped over his chest and a knife inserted into his boot.

“Wait,” he said faintly, as Suga crossed the room to open the door, “What’s- How- I don’t...” He flailed and gave up, brain still attempting to transition from ‘Waiting to die at the hands of his lover’ to ‘Given sudden freedom and means to bring down enemy base’.

“Sergeant Sawamura Daichi? I’m Inspector Sugawara Koushi. I’ve spent the last seven years infiltrating this organization and I say it’s time to take it down for good. Are you in?”

It was only years of training and an inordinate amount of self-discipline that had Daichi straightening, saluting and cocking his gun, all his senses sharpened and focused on what lay beyond the door.

With an adorably familiar grin, Suga hoisted a machine gun over his shoulder, wrenched open the door and continued the battle Daichi had thought he’d been fighting alone for so long.

He was still in shock, his shoulder still hurt acutely and his mind was completely befuddled. But he looked out and saw the love of his life slowly but surely making headway in the masses of gang members.

So Daichi took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, where Sugawara Koushi was.

#daisugaweek2018 #daisuga #mentions of slight violence #mafia au #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #fluff #even with the blood yes #redwrites #haikyuu babies

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Saiyuki Reload Blast Anthology: Summer Vacation

Another in the anthology shared by @seiten-taisei. See her post here where she shares a bunch of Saiyuki stuff, including the raws. Check out the table of contents in this entry for my translations of the other stories in the anthology.

Gojyo drags the gang to a pool for a break. Hakkai is ridiculously prepared.

P62 Sanzo: You said there was somewhere you absolutely had to go, so we came... to a pool... ......Stupid. Tsk. Gojyo: (whistles) Whatta view! I heard this town had the number one leisure facility, so of course we gotta check it out. Summer Vacation Tachibana Goku: Hey Sanzo, aren’t you hot in that? Gojyo: Yeah, Buddhist robes at a pool are such a turn off. Sanzo: You wanna drown in that chlorinated water, you bastard? sfx: grab Gojyo: Ahhn, sorry.

P63 Hakkai: Well, I thought this might happen... sfx: bam Hakkai: So I prepared a swimsuit for Sanzo too. But for some reason he’s dead set against it... Gojyo: I’d be dead set against those shorts too. No way no how. Hakkai: This was all that was available. Goku: ...Actually, Hakkai, your clothes look super hot! Gojyo: You look like a mom accompanying her kids who doesn’t wanna get in the pool or get burnt. Hakkai: Ultraviolet rays are bad for the skin. Gojyo: You’re the conscientious type, huh. Hakkai: I don’t want to get unnecessarily burnt. I’ll enjoy the summer in my own way.

P64 Gojyo: You’re no fun. So boring. Let’s go, Goku. Goku: Awright!! Let’s go let’s go! Gojyo: Hey sweetheart! Wanna ride with me? Goku: See you later! sfx: wave; pompf Sanzo: ......

P65 Hakkai: There’s no smoking here. Sanzo: Tsk. sfx: pompf Sanzo: (thinking) ...So bored. Goku: Heeey! Sanzooooo!! Gojyo: Whoo! This’s the best vacation! Goku: Yoo hoo! Gojyo: Quit sulkin’ over there and c’mere. Box: ※ Wave pool Gojyo: Right now we’ve got a pretty lady with us. Girl: Ahahaha, stop it, Gojyo-san. Goku: Yayy! Sanzoo! sfx: water flowing

P66 BG: Paying no mind Hakkai: Ahh, they look like they’re having fun. Sanzo: ..... sfx: nod off Goku: HEEEEYY SANZOOO sfx: jump Goku: The Inugami Family*

*The Inugami Family [犬神家の一族]: a murder mystery novel by Yokomizo Seishi; movie version directed by Ichikawa Kon. Here's the cover of the 1976 movie that shows what Gojyo's parodying.

P67 sfx: water flowing Goku: Hey Gojyo! Sanzo’s not laughing!! How was this a sure thing!? Hakkai: Now now, now now, calm down. Sanzo: Don’t stop me, Hakkai. sfx: bam Sanzo: I’ll kill him. Hakkai: You’ll be arrested. Here, have this. This is the best thing for a hot day. Sanzo: ...... You’re awfully prepared.

P68 Hakkai: I’ve got ice cream too: Papiko, Gari Gari kun, and Yukimi Daifuku. I also have soda and potato chips. Please help yourself. There’s also a variety of magazines Magazines: REX, Yuri hime, Zero-Sum Sanzo: You’re happy. Hakkai: Well of course. We came all this way; we might as well enjoy ourselves. Sanzo: Damn. You’re all too excited. Hakkai: Don’t say that. ...You should enjoy yourself with us sometimes too. Sanzo: ...... With you...

P69 Goku: Ahahahahahaha!! sfx: whistle blowing; stomp stomp stomp Sanzo: Don’t run. sfx: slap! Goku: Ha. Gojyo: Hahaaa! This’s a great wave! Whoo! sfx: whistle blowing sfx: Bang Gojyo: Kyaa!

P70 Gojyo: Sanzo... Oil me up. BG: Makai Tenjyo

P71 Sanzo: ...... Nope. sfx: pssssssh Hakkai: I agree. Sanzo: ...I’ll find some excuse or other. Hakkai: Oh my, what are you saying? Narration: 4 hours later Goku: I’m hungry. Gojyo: Mama I’m cold. Do something. sfx: shiver shiver, chatter chatter Hakkai: Yes, yes. I’ve got onigiri and hand warmers. Sanzo: (thinking) Is that a 4th dimensional pocket*...? END

*4th dimensional pocket: reference to Doraemon. He’s got a pocket like Mary Poppins’s carpet bag; you can pull anything out of it.

#saiyuki #translation #saiyuki reload blast #anthology

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Morning Musume 13th Generation Interview (G the Television vol. 50)

―― You’ve been asked this already, but how did you feel when you were decided as a 13th Generation member?

Yokoyama: I had only been a Kenshuusei for three months, so when I was surprised with that announcement, I was so shocked I just froze up.

Kaga: I thought it was already too late for me to join Morning Musume, so it felt like, “no way”! Of course, I was happy too, but I was so confused. I didn’t even understand why I started crying.

Yokoyama: When I found out that the other member joining with me was Kaedee (Kaga), I was just really happy to be honest. I was relieved that my one and only gen-mate is someone diligent and reliable.

Kaga: Huh, is that what you were thinking…. After we met up, somebody from management spoke to us about what would happen from then on, and we could only repeatedly answer “yes, we understand” to everything they said like we weren’t even there mentally (wry smile).

Yokoyama: I couldn’t think at all and whispered to myself, “calm down, me” over and over (laugh). When I went home and told my mom, she congratulated me. I was so happy I couldn’t stop crying. Even my elementary schooler little brother who I fight with everyday was happy for me. He never tells me stuff like “good luck”, but apparently he kept asking my parents, “Is Reina going to be okay? Does she have the stamina for this?” (laugh).

Kaga: I was really nervous when we had to introduce ourselves to our seniors. I didn’t know how they were going to react…

―― The moment Makino Maria-chan saw you, she cried and crumpled to the floor. That scene really got to me even just as an observer.

Kaga: Yes…… (tilting head upward to hold back her tears) Lately, I’ve watched that video (Hello! Station #200) a lot. I was really happy to be able to say “I’m the new 13th generation member” amidst all of my shocked seniors… (tears falling). If there ever comes a time when I start to forget how grateful I am to be a part of Morning Musume, that video will surely bring those feelings back. I’d like to keep going without forgetting. … Lately, I think I’ve been crying a little too much, ahaha (laughing while crying)

―― By the way, I saw you two having fun and chattering away during the photoshoot earlier.

Yokoyama: I was telling Kaedee to make up and sing a song.

Kaga: So I started singing about how I was feeling, like "it's so warm here I'm getting sleepy~" and stuff like that. We weren't doing anything interesting (laugh)

―― Ahahaha! Does Yokoyama-san always pass the ball to you like that?

Kaga: Basically, it starts with Yokoyama saying something weird, then I'm manipulated into following her up.

Yokoyama: The things I say make it seem like I have a loose screw in my head.

Kaga: More than just one, you’ve got about 5 loose screws or so. On top of that, she says really rude things with a smile on her face.

Yokoyama: I’m not really aware of it but apparently I have a bit of a poison tongue.

Kaga: Yeah, it's pretty bad. So I always have to do this (putting her hand behind Yokoyama's head to lower it), bow with her, and apologize, like "Sorry about our Yokoyama over here".

Yokoyama: She apologizes with me.

Kaga: I'm not apologizing with you (laugh). Why do I have to apologize too?

Yokoyama: Hehehe. Then starting next time I'll apologize by myself.

―― Kaga-san had some complaints about you, but do you have any about her, Yokoyama-san?

Yokoyama: Yes, I do! I don't know anything about anime, but Kaedee loves it. I want to be able to talk about more things with her so I started watching anime too. The only one I got into is "Yo-kai Watch". [Note: a kid's show.] I told her I watched it, but right away she said, "I’m not interested in Yo-kai Watch"! Even though I worked so hard for us to have something to talk about~ (laugh)

Kaga: (annoyed) Well can I say something too!? On the other hand, Yokoyama has no interest in "Attack on Titan"!! Isn't that the same thing!?

Yokoyama: No no no (refuting Kaga's objection with a smile). To me, anime is stuff like "Doraemon". But Kaedee watches hardcore anime, so we're opposites here too.

Kaga: Late-night anime have their charm too. "Attack on Titan" is...

Yokoyama: Ah, she's started up (laugh)

Kaga: The characters are really cool too, but... (continues passionately talking briefly). Uh, why did I start talking about this?

Yokoyama: Ahahaha!

Kaga: Please cut that part out (laugh)

―― You two seem like a pleasant pair. When have you felt glad that your gen-mate is the other person?

Kaga: I don’t think just me joining would feel fresh, so it’s good that she’s someone who has a freshness that comes with being new. Even my parents have told me they don’t feel any freshness from me (laugh).

Yokoyama: What do you mean!? (laugh)

Kaga: I know it’s important to keep what I’ve learned during my training days as well as my freshness, but even as we’re talking like this, I don’t really feel like I have that kind of fresh rookie feeling anymore…

Yokoyama: Don’t be so negative (laugh). I think it’s great that we’re polar opposites. It makes both of our personalities stand out and more memorable.

―― Yes, that’s true. Is there anything that you respect about each other?

Kaga: I’ve become so used to scripted MCs during my Kenshuusei days that I have trouble with freestyle talks. But Yokoyama is a great talker. I want to able to get what I want to say across like that too.

Yokoyama: It feels like I’ve just been praised heavily (laugh). Kaedee’s expressions during photoshoots are cool. I smile so much my eyes basically disappear. I haven’t figured out how to create the best expressions yet, so I’d like to get overcome this.

―― Looks like your rivalry will help raise each other to higher heights. What about furthering your bond by hanging out in private…?

Kaga: Ah~ we still haven’t thought about hanging out together yet. I guess we should at least… go for a meal, huh… (talking to herself quietly)

Yokoyama: Starting with a meal (laugh). But it doesn’t seem like our opinions will match on where we want to go. For movies, we want to see different ones, and at amusement parks, Kaedee likes exciting rollercoaster type of rides, while I can only handle ones meant for little kids.

Kaga: Ah, really?

Yokoyama: Yeah. With you going for the rollercoaster and me for the merry-go-round, I think we’ll end up splitting up.

Kaga: I wonder if we’ll even have fun hanging out together if we’re different to that degree (laugh)

―― How about going for karaoke?

Kaga: We like different genres of songs so I think we’ll get bored and start fiddling with our phones (laugh). I like anime songs and bands, so I beeline for those →

Yokoyama: I can’t keep up → I start singing lots of idol songs →

Kaga: I can’t keep up → I get bored and play on my phone

Yokoyama: It seems like that’s what will happen.

Kaga: If only we had something in common.

Yokoyama: There’s only the fact that we both play instruments.

Kaga: Oh, that’s right.

―― Then how about playing the trumpet (Kaga) and saxophone (Yokoyama) by the riverside?

Yokoyama: Ahaha, that’s youth! Let’s play together forever (laugh)

Kaga: I’m scared! (laugh)

―― And that’s 13th generation. From now on, what kind of impression would you like your generation to leave on people?

Yokoyama: I want us to be the generation that’s needed by everyone. We’ll slowly show more of ourselves so that our fans and seniors can’t say anything other than “we’re glad that 13th generation joined”.

Kaga: I want people to talk about us like how they talk about 6th generation being the best. We still have plenty of flaws right now, but I want us complement each other out and improve our performance and talk skills so that we’re not inferior to anybody.

―― Do you think you two can become the best of partners and create the Legend of the Strongest 13th Generation? [Note: this is a nickname used for 6th gen.]

Yokoyama: (forcefully) Yes, that’s what will happen!!

Kaga: (somewhat taken aback) Y-yeah… Yes, that’s what will happen. Yup.

Yokoyama: I wonder what’s going to become of us~ (laugh)

Kaga Kaede – Path to Morning Musume ‘17

I loved playing outdoors as a kid. Whenever we had time to play outside during kindergarten, I was the kid who made a mad dash for the playground toys. Every day, I hung around the slides with my friends and family and played with the toys there. For some reason we always pretended that there were violent crocodiles beneath the slides (laugh). I started to enjoy singing around this time too. At my kindergarten’s talent day, I sang with all my might, but apparently I was super tone-deaf and caused a disturbance (laugh). I took artistic gymnastics from first to second grade, but stopped after I sustained an injury. I began kendo instead. I hated at it first, but I began to find swinging the bamboo sword around really fun, so I continued that up until joining the Kenshuusei.

I got addicted to Morning Musume when I was in the first year of junior high and decided to try for the 11th generation audition without thinking too much. But after I failed and was invited to the Kenshuusei, I accepted with intention of taking it seriously. I only aimed to join Morning Musume in the beginning, but I like Hello! Pro as a whole and became less stubborn about that over time. I’d like to have given it my all no matter which unit I joined.

Yokoyama Reina – Path to Morning Musume ‘17

I was shy up until fourth grade. All I did was study in class, and I got straight As on my report card before (laugh). But in fifth grade, our class was assigned a very energetic teacher and I suddenly became a playful kid (laugh). I’d been learning piano, jazz dance, and English since kindergarten. I had liked music from when I was young since my mom was in a band. I still play the piano to this day. Lately, I’ve been playing pop music such as “Senbonzakura”. I was in the school brass band during my junior high days. We weren’t good enough to even go to prefectural tournaments, but ever since we had a change of club advisors, we made it to national tournaments! I learned the importance of camaraderie through being in the brass band.

I didn’t join any clubs in high school to focus on my studies. My dream was to pursue a career related to historical research. On the other hand, my admiration for Morning Musume led me to take the first 13th generation audition. I failed it, but my feelings of wanting to become Morning Musume were stronger than pursing historical research, so when I was invited to become a Kenshuusei I immediately accepted (laugh).

Gravure the Television vol. 50: Amazon.co.jp, CDJapan

Supplementary info:

1) It's mentioned above that Yokoyama calls Kaga "Kaedee" (かえでー), which is pronounced in English as roughly "Kaedeh". Not to be confused with Kaga's very commonly used nickname of Kaedii　(かえでぃー).

2) They mentioned on their Mar 29, 2017 blog entries that they went out for a meal together after work.

#morning musume #kaga kaede #yokoyama reina #interviews #text #g the television

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