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joestvr · 6 months

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore // ★ 2 // bella //★ 3 // viva romano

"Welcome home, Y/n." Your father said. You could see the cigar burning and sitting on the ashtray beside him.

"I'm not happy to be here. What do you need?" You responded.

"God, you're still the same condescending bitch you were 5 years ago." He stood up to face you.

"I said, what do you need?"

"You need to become the leader of Il Terrore. I've already announced it to everyone. "

Your heart dropped and you slowly backed away.

"N-No... What about Alexander?"

He grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him.

"Your brother is nothing but an arrogant fool! He is unfit to run our organization!"

"You're joking, right?! He's your firstborn son!"

"You ungrateful bitch!" He yanked you toward him and slapped you across the face, then pushed you to the ground, scowling.

"You're just like your fucking mother. Leave my sight." He waved you off and you got on your feet, dizzy.

You got out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a sigh, blowing smoke out of your mouth.

"Y/n."

You turned around and your face lit up. "Vince?"

Vincenzo Sayyid. 23 years old. Your childhood best friend and one of the most prominent caporegime of Il Terrore. He is the first person in your father's personal guard and was brought up in Naples.

His mother, Francesca Marino-Sayyid, was your mother's good friend and a Sicilian. His father, Azam Sayyid, is from Kandahar, Afghanistan who stays in Kabul and manages the branches of gangs there.

He has tan skin, green eyes, thick brown hair that's usually slicked back with a strand sticking out, and stands at 193cm (6'4).

"Oh, Y/n, is that you?" He smiled, hugging you tightly, and kissing your cheek.

"It's me." You said into his neck.

"Have you seen Trish yet, tesora?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and going behind you.

"No, I might see her soon, though."

"Why not now?"

"I'm to arrange a meeting with the Don of Passione, I'll see her then, because she's apart of his personal circle.”

"Shall I get the guys together, Donna?" He took the cigarette from your mouth and put it in his.

"I heard a rumaru— ru— rumor—" You struggled to pronounce the word correctly.

"You have a Japanese accent now. Ha!" He teased.

"As I was saying, I heard a rumor he stabbed himself with the reku- Requiem arrow. And his personal guard has some insane sutando— Stand Users."

"Hahaha! Your pronunciation is so funny now!" He laughed.

You sighed and lit another cigarette, taking out your flip phone, dialing Trish's number.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at a table in a restaurant with the gang. She was eating her spaghetti talking with Bucciarati when her phone began to ring.

"Sorry, Bucciarati, hold on." She said, taking the phone out and answering.

"Hello?"

"Trish, it's me." She slightly gasped upon hearing you, hunching down and lowering her voice.

"Wh-What's up?" She replied.

"Where are you? What are you up to?"

She covered her mouth and continued to speak into the phone so Fugo couldn't use his powerful mind to lip read.

"I'm at a restaurant with the guys."

"What guys?"

"You know."

"Oh, you're with the gang? Without me? Rudeee."

"Very funny," she started to get concerned at Narancia poking at her arm with curiosity, "Honey, I need to get going."

"Alright. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, babe. Love you."

"Love you too, Trish."

She kissed into the phone and hung up, smiling to herself, chuckling.

The men's eyes widened upon the words that came out of her mouth and the gestures made.

"So, Trish..." Giorno started, smirking. "Care to share the contents of your phone call that caused you to be so secretive?"

"Yes, Trish, I'm quite eager to know." Bucciarati continued.

"Yeah, Trish. Tell us about your secret boyfriend." Mista laughed. Narancia seemed oddly jealous.

"Have you all lost your minds?" She said.

"Trish, there's no need to keep information from us. We are your family." Bucciarati smiled.

"I promise you guys it's not what you think." She began to eat again.

"So what is it then? You're a lesbian?" Narancia blurted out.

She nearly spit out her wine with surprise. "Wh—What?"

"It's okay if you are a homosexual, Trish." said Fugo reassuringly.

"I am not a lesbian, nor do I have a boyfriend, everyone, please." She cleared her throat.

"Well, who are you calling 'Babe' and 'Honey' and telling 'Love you' to?" Bucciarati crossed his arms in an oddly fatherly way.

"Giorno, can you please tell him to stop?" She looked at the blonde haired boy, furrowing her eyebrows.

"No, I'd like to hear as well. Who is so important to you that you have to kiss into the phone when telling them goodbye?"

"Let's change the subject. Do you know the gang Il Terrore?"

"Yes, I heard the new leader is a clueless prick. We don't even know if he is a stand user. How absurd.." Fugo answered.

"He probably is. I heard the Romano family has quite the collection of Stand and Requiem Arrows. The guy probably has an insane team of guards." Mista responded.

"Is he a threat to us?"

"No." Trish interrupted.

"Alright then."

★★★★★★★★★

"I do wish you'd stop smoking." Alima sighed.

Alima Sayyid-Romano. Your sister in law — Also Vince’s cousin. 30 years old. Born in Kandahar, Afghanistan. Her father is Vince’s father’s older brother. She came to Italy 18 years ago with her parents to make a deal with your father and set up a marriage with your brother.

You scoffed and lit another cigarette. "Who do you think I got it from?"

"I remember how your dad and Alexander used to chain smoke all day." She chuckled.

Alexander Romano. Your older brother. 34 years old. He married Alima when he was 18, and had their son, Leo, at 20, and their daughter, Elena, at 25. Though their marriage was arranged, they've had a deep romance ever since they met.

Your relationship with your brother has always been complicated, and it was estranged for many years due to your father driving you apart and also, well, the 14 year age gap.

Now, you'd like to think you're on good terms with each other but he doesn't always approve of the way you live.

"Where is he, anyway?" You turned on your hair straightener, waiting for it to heat up.

"Who, Alexander? He's with the kids at the plaza." She answered, unpacking your clothes, folding and putting them in drawers.

"They're always at the plaza. There's so many thugs and tweakers there, God knows all the drugs they're on." You started to straighten your hair, scowling.

"Take that cigarette out of your mouth, Y/n. It's a fire hazard."

You sighed and put your cigarette out in an ashtray.

"Here, I bought this for you in India." You took a gold ring off your finger and put it on her.

"Thank you. 22 karats?" She grinned and examined the intricacy of the design.

"Yup. 24 is too soft."

She hugged you and kissed your cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too, Sis." You returned the kiss onto her cheek.

You heard the front door open and a familiar voice yell, "We're home!"

You gasped and ran downstairs, jumping into your brother's arms with delight. "Mio bel fratello!"

"Mia bella sorellina!" He embraced you in a hug, kissing your cheeks and laughing, spinning you around.

"Oh, how I missed you, Alexander!" You smiled. He put you down.

"I missed you more than anything, Y/n."

You looked at Leo and gasped, smiling wide, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek. "Kyaaaaah, my Leo is so grown up now!"

"Relax, Y/n, come on..." He groaned, hugging you back and kissing your cheek back. He was already taller than you.

"Kyaaah!" You squealed again in delight, then looked at Elena.

"Long time no see, principessa!" You hugged her tight, and she giggled.

Alima came down, laughing. Alexander pulled her close to him and kissed her hard.

"Ew! Stop that!" You exclaimed dramatically.

"Go upstairs then!" Alexander shouted.

You stuck your tongue out at him then went upstairs, opening your laptop and sending a message to the Don of Passione.

Ciao, Don Giovanna, you wrote, I'd like to make a deal. You pressed send and sighed.

★★★★★★★★★

The gang was back at their home, relaxing and talking.

"Hey, Giorno, you got a message." Narancia said, handing the computer to him.

"Someone wants to make a deal." Giorno said, his eyes fixated on the screen.

"Well, who is it?" Mista butted in, shoving Narancia off the couch and sitting next to him.

Who's this? Giorno typed, then eagerly waited for a response.

Forgive my lack of manners. I'm the leader of Il Terrore.

Giorno slightly gasped. "Il Terrore? That's strange."

Trish's head shot up from her constant texting and she smiled silently to herself.

Okay. What kind of deal would you like to make? Giorno responded.

I want to be allies. I have heard of your immense power and your drive to keep drugs out of Italy deeply impresses me.

Giorno gasped louder and Bucciarati looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"He wants to be allies."

"Ask what he'll do in return if you grant him friendship."

What will you give me in return?

I'm sure you've heard of my family's collection of the Arrows. I'll give half of those into your possession, 10 million lira, and whatever else you wish for.

Giorno's eyes widened. Mista leaned over and smirked seeing the offer.

Alright.

Can we meet in person?

"He wants to meet in person."

"He's going to murder you in cold blood." Abbachio decided to join the conversation.

"Don't be ridiculous, Abbachio, he's not going to do that. The Romano family is a very respected one." Fugo said.

"Whatever. Go if you wanna get killed." Abbachio rolled his eyes.

Giorno sighed and typed his response, Sure.

Meet me at the restaurant Libeccio tomorrow at 1600, and we can talk then.

Sounds good.

Grazie, Don Giovanna. See you there.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojos #jojo #ok #giorno giovann #giorno #giorno giovanna #vento aureo #jjba part 5 #golden wind #giorno x reader #jjba giorno #jjba golden wind #jojo no kimyou na bouken #flop era #flop #please don't flop #giorno giovanna x reader

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zg0nuwa · 2 years

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hii! could i maybe request dante sparda headcanons on how he is in a relationship with female reader? how he'd be like living a domestic life with his lover? if you don't like the request, just ignore it - no worries. also judging by your username, is there aby chance you might be from poland? sending u lots of love 💓

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

‣ hello! thank you for the request! and yes I am from poland which means that english is not my first language so I’m really sorry for any grammar or spelling errors.

‣ dante sparda x fem!reader

‣ warnings ; none

‣ Dante despite all these years in the demon-slaying business, would love to settle down and bring some peace into his life which looks like a massive emotional rollercoaster. he needs stability and having someone to come back to gives him a sense of comfort.

‣ he's snarky, sarcastic and has the overall vibe of the “big guy” but behind these walls that he's build-up, is a teddy bear that simply needs affection and a break.

‣ he loves when you play with his hair and even more than that he loves when you wash his hair. it doesn’t matter if you're in the shower with him or you're standing/sitting by the edge of the bathtub he loves the feeling and he loves how relaxing it is.

‣ Dante may not be the best at expressing his emotions with words but he shows it perfectly through touch, especially when you’re in the privacy of your bedroom, and I'm talking about genuine non-sexual touches.

‣ he loves feeling you next to him when you sleep, he finds the warmth you provide him with comforting even if he's the furnace here also he shoves his hands up your shirt, sometimes he does it without realizing. and yes he holds your boobs when sleeping. he is a boobs man in my eyes and I will die on that hill.

‣ let's keep in mind this man is tall. like really tall. I checked it some time ago and he's 6’3 (around 193cm). so giving this fact he leaves kisses on the top of your head or your forehead. but don't let this sweet side of him deceive you because he is a menace. he, without hesitation, would randomly lift you and you’re not getting down until he decides he’s satisfied

‣ going back to what I've said earlier about how he loves spending time with you, so if he has a day off, you're not getting rid of him. going to the kitchen? he's trailing right behind you. to the bathroom? it's fine he can wait for you outside. going literally anywhere? he is going with you and he might whine a little about why can't you two just stay in bed.

‣ another thing that he adores is when you're wearing his clothes, especially his shirts. there's something about this that makes him smile slightly, the reassurance that he has you here and that he's able to have some peaceful moments in his life without something or someone trying to kill him. also, he seems like the guy who would jokingly try to wear your clothes which wouldn't end up that well...

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante #dante sparda #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante dmc #dmc5 #dante sparda dmc

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silent-dragon · 4 months

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TWST Student OC Profile - Pankraz Grimshaw,Nemesis,Vogos

"Another Day,Another Slay - Kayn"

Pankraz Theme Song

This profile has 3 bios

Personal Info

Name - Pankraz Grimshaw

Rapper Name - 5RiNgz

Alias - Nemesis

Age - 19

Birthday - 10/30 or 10/31(He prefers)

Zodiac - Scorpio

Gender - Male

Species - Human(Magically Altered)

Height - 193cm/6ft'4in

Eye Color - Moss Green(Left Eye is Red Sclera with White Iris)

Hair Color - Hot Pink & Electric Purple Dyed,Gunmetal Black Undyed

Orientation - Pansexual

Homeland - Malaiscester

Family - None(?)

Twist of Kayn(Heartsteel) From League of Legends

College Info

School - Night Ravens College

Dorm - Scarabia

Year - 3rd

Best Subject - Enigmics

Club - Spelldrive Club

Other Info

Occupation - Underground Rapper,Instrumentalist,Trained Assassin(Nemesis Only),Streetwear Model

Favorite Food - Double Meat Cheeseburger & Chocolate Malt

Likes - Doing What He Wants,Chokers/Collars,Graffiti Art,Crop Tops,Being the Best,Biting,Hang out with Friends,Testing Others Limits/Patience,Tempting/Teasing Flirtation,Wild Behavior,Dancing,Drawing,Spray Paint,Fast Cars,Motorcycles

Dislikes - Anything He Finds Uncool,Kurai Yelling at Him,What He is Deep Inside,Adan & Sabir's Excessive Gym Talk,His Shirt Vanishing

Unique Magic - Lyrical Change - Under extreme moods depending can change form to either other two beings existing within him. Both have different minds but one is similar to how Pankraz usually acts but amped up alot,other is mysterious. Gains control back through sheer will or from one of the others getting too tired.

Personality - His is intense but to be expected moment lay eyes on him. Super confident in everything he does and loves showing it off. Likes getting things done and being rewarded for his efforts no matter how he did them. Guilts himself too hard when he makes a mistake never blaming anyone but himself. Due to some catching him talk to himself a lot can be seen as something not quite right about him.

Bio - Young feral man whose bark and bite have the same energy. Past is unknown but showed up one day in the underground rap scene and befriended Adan. Definitely feels like a wild dog at times that needs someone to yank on his leash which he surprisingly has on as a fashion item. Has a habit of telling people he is not like other guys and is a little insane..hoping they can handle him by saying that.

Other Things

His shirt occasionally goes missing this is usually cause Vogos subconsciously makes him take it off sometimes without Pankraz realizing he did so.

SoulBeam Bio coming soon in own post about entire group.

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Name - Vogos

Rapper Name - 5RiNgz

Physical Age - 20s

Gender - Male

Species - Nefarkin

Height - 257cm/8ft'4in(Will shrink down to Pankraz's height sometimes)

Eye Color - Blood Red Sclera with White Irises

Hair Color - Deep Electric Purple

Orientation - Omnisexual

Homeland - ?

Family - Dolkan - Brother

Twist of Rhaast(Heartsteel) From League of Legends

School - Night Ravens College(?)

Dorm - Scarabia(?)

Occupation - Underground Rapper(Surprisingly)

Favorite Food - Fried Potatoes,You(Lovingly)

Likes - Kurai's Cooking,Neville's fluttering wing noises,Going Outside,Zoomies,The Way Mortals can Smell like Food,Music with a Dance Beat,Pankraz,Watching/Helping Aruna do Graffiti Art,Licking Things,Masks,Adan & Sabir's Gym Talk

Dislikes - Not Being Allowed to Lick what he Wants to Lick,Pets(Mainly Cats),Tooth Aches,He Can't Type on tiny Smartphone,Cactus(cause he tried to lick one)

Unique Magic - Is demon so all the demon magic

Personality - Big dog-like mind,often being yelled at by Kurai to not lick something or someone as usually his first reaction to something. Likes to growl when things are not to his liking and sits on the floor like a spoiled dog. Does have some lewd tendencies but only to certain people. If he is out and Kurai is making food,Neville flies pass him,or there's some jams on he zooming around excitedly or dancing. He is very silly despite his look under the mask which the SoulBeam group is very used to having around the house.

Bio - Big demonic being that resides as one of Pankraz's forms. Very wild and that is the reason Pankraz is. Has quite the way with words which accidentally Pankraz discovered sounded like rap bars so started to use them to further his career. Quite enjoys the bliss of being able to talk so down about others or the suffering he has,he even shows up on stage wearing a crazy mask that people coin as Pankraz when he gets a bit insane. Needs Pankraz to continue existing so that one day can see his brother ruin the land as revenge. Unsure if it is just an act or really how he is but he is just a big silly dog like goober around others…it's cute.

Lil Nefarkin Lore(I will make bigger post later) according to Vogos

“We are…we were just like you. Mortal..seeking a greater purpose and achieved it. Glorified and celebrated…but also feared. Fear of what we may become without being given a chance to show we could change. Cursed and damned to life as a creature to be tamed..to serve…however..my brother did not want to be tamed.”

“I was less fortunate for his ambitions,his vision..to save us,I let myself become their pet,their toy… shelved on a rack in a jar for as long as time made sense to me..til that day I was finally released from my cage…but placed in a new one..a mortal a boy no more than 14 yrs of age I heard them say…his body was weak but his mind was strong…I couldn't grasp it fully so I instead formed around it attaching myself to this boy. Now I live inside of him slowly feeding on that mind making him go a little insane…it's delicious and satisfies my revenge but..after time I have learned to like this mortal somehow so I…won't hurt him too much…anymore.”

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Name - Nemesis(Told to Call Him This)

Age - ??

Birthday - ?

Gender - Male

Species - Human(Magically Altered)

Height - 213cm/7ft

Eye Color - Moss Green

Hair Color - Lime Green with Yellow Dyed Tips

Orientation - Pansexual(?)

Homeland - Malaiscester

Twist of Shadow Assassin Kayn(Heartsteel) From League of Legends

School - Night Ravens College(?)

Dorm - Scarabia(?)

Occupation - Trained Assassin,Professional Thief

Favorite Food - Grilled Cheese & Chocolate Bar

Likes - His Work,Being Given Tasks,Kabedoning People for Information or to Fluster,Observing Others,Parties,Dancing,Teasing,Being Shirtless,Parkour,Nighttime,Telling Stories,Blades of all Kinds

Dislikes - Not Having Full Freedom to Exist,Anyone who Whines,Weak Heroes/Heroines,Not Giving Him what he Wants when He Asks,Stubborn People,Ones who don't fall for his charms

Personality - Little is known about it given how randomly he shows up. At parties he is very outgoing and always dancing up a storm or having a circle of people gathered around him as he tells an amazing story that people can't tell if fiction or not. Has a reputation for making others sweat or swoon as he hovers over them never wearing a shirt or anything on his torso. Some have said that from his intense stare they feel something very dark about him.

Bio - One of Pankraz's forms from his unique magic(?). Randomly appears at NRC or outside it you can never tell when he will show up. Been seen in the Scarabia uniforms only so all assume he is a student from that dorm. Constantly is told to put on a shirt which he never does. Known to like getting up close and personal with others when he needs something. The way he talks can sometimes be an eargasm. Seems to be searching for something or someone but never says anything about it.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #scarabia #pankraz #nemesis #vogos #kayn #shadow assassin kayn #rhaast #heartsteel kayn #lol kayn #league of legends

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cerosin-bis · 2 years

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Do you have any more hcs for Ghost? Maybe particularly if he got a crush or somethin (if you're comfy with that. if you aren't comfy, you can just do general hcs, I won't mind at all). I feel like I hc him too soft because I like soft but that doesn't really work with COD because these aren't particularly..... soft people. So I really like hearing more nitty gritty and rough stuff bc I think its more realistic. I also love your art and foam at the mouth so hard when I see it!!!!

First of all, thank you anon for the sweet comment about my art 🥺♥ And yes, with great pleasure! 🖤 Ghost has been my "OG" fave for an embarrasingly long part of my life and the character I imagine is by now an hybrid between 2009 mw2 & 2019 MW. Can't wait to see him more fleshed out in MWII. I'll try to two in one your request, and I hope you like this. I know he is a very dear character to many of us.

Rambles aside, here goes: Ghost headcanons!

...Putting these under the cut because it got VERY long oops I love him too much…

Ok so the main thing I headcanon is that he survived Loose Ends. I KNOW that's not canon with the reboot, let alone "survivable" at all in mw2 but this is how things have been cooking in my mind in the past 11 years lol. He survived being shot in the stomach and escaped the fire. Smoke inhalation fucked up his voice though (laryngeal burns are a real thing, and it also "explains" the changed voice lol). He's got burn scars albeit not extensive thanks to his gear.

With all that in mind, he's got like 10 layers of issues, and the first one is that he's a complete control freak, half due to his upbringing and half cos of the "betrayed and almost died" part.

Ghost is both a very focused, cold-headed and efficient soldier... AND the most prone to go AWOL in TF141. If the orders clash with his very strong and personal set of values and morals, he'll either do his thing or vanish. Price is on thin, THIN fucking ice and knows it.

Actual anger issues. The exact opposite of Nikto: Ghost lashes out verbally, never physically. He gets upset really really fast and you'll Hear It. He raises his voice immediately - and he hates that he does it.

A more lighthearted hc that I hold on to dearly: literally so funny when he wants. Sarcasm master but also knows how to deliver a joke with the good tone and a completely unfazed expression. He's a great actor and he's hilarious.

No culinary taste or talent at all but he just straight up doesn't bother trying. Could eat military rations every day.

He's naturally bossy as hell. So, when Ghost has a soft spot for someone, you can see it immediately because he's noticeably Less Bossy. He's the guy who literally cannot hide his soft spots.

His trust is hard earned but runs deep. He absolutely loves his team. He's a reliable friend, colleague, teammate, just watch your damn step because he's loyal, but unforgiving.

Harbours respect for anyone outright. Never underestimates or belittles anyone except for his hierarchy. (Surprising, isn't it.)

He falls asleep easily in the evening… because he's exhausted. His days are spent observing things, shaping his actions along as to know exactly what are their consequences, even for something as minor as like, making food. It's the OCD baby. And it fucking drains you.

He likes when people are defiant. He takes an almost immediate liking to people who think maybe a bit too independentely for the military, in fact.

Weirdly enough, doesn't really like animals. Not the dog person you'd expect him to be.

Bonus: I don't really have a face hc for him. To me he is just his balaclava lol. But I imagine him with dark hair + dark eyes, looking like a regular bloke, not particularly handsome or unique looking. five o'clock shadow, a couple acne scars and, in fact, very kind eyes. Also tall (6'3/193cm) and lanky. [EDIT post-MWII: this one aged terribly but I am in fact 100% adopting his new looks]

#also imo soft and gritty nitty can cohabit and no one should feel ashamed for having like #wholesome hcs or stories. To me that's the magic of fandoms #I do enjoy irredeemable bastards but I reckon you'll see I have a SOFT spot for ghost.#ask #headcanons #ghost #call of duty

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vampsquerade · 10 months

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crashing in through the wall like the Kool Aid man and asking for some König hcs. Listen bestie, Glaz is my first (97th) love, but I'm a sucker for a big tall scary man with the biggest daddy milkers this planet will ever see. I want to eat him whole like a snake. ALSO I HOPE THIS GOES THROUGH THE FIRST FUCKING TIME. fuck dumblr !!!

YESSS BESTIEEE i got you! also fr fuck dumblr cause there deadass wasn’t even a repeat ask that you might have sent in so thank GOD you managed to get it in! thanks as always for requesting ilysm MWAH kiss (IM SO FUCKING SORRY I’M LATE TOO MAN FUCKING HELL HCs WERE SO EASY FOR ME BEFORE AND NOW THEY’RE HARD)

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General König Headcanons

Trigger Warnings: fluff, and angst, graphic depictions of violence, anxiety, bullying, fighting, obsessive tendencies,

♡ As much as I’d love to believe in the whole “Oh he’s just a big anxiety baby he can’t do anything by himself :(“ stuff, he is a grown man standing at probably between 6’4” and 6’6” (~193cm-198cm) tall

♡ BUT!!!! This does not mean I will not make him a soft man at some points here. And this will mostly be tame; no NSFW unless somebody asks for that. And a friendly reminder that these are just HCs I personally have, if you agree or not is up to you. This is all for fun c:

♡ He’s spent so long hating his height because of all the people that bullied him and those who only see him as a towering beast, but he’s slowly coming to terms with that

♡ Like the whole “Oh yeah, I’m a pretty big guy. There’s tons of random people as tall as me, and in history, even taller!” type beat you know?

♡ And I feel like this anxiety has caused him to be wary of new people, but not flat out afraid; he’s deeply aware he has to interact with people and does his best

♡ He also does not talk about his past, feeling a little embarrassed to do so in the first place; nobody’s going to have time for it!!

♡ Except for when he’s drunk; then he’s talking about some parts. The ones that aren’t too concerning, just the times he’s laughed about it now that he’s older

♡ Convinced he’s one of those people that uses words in German rather than their English counterparts in the middle of a sentence

♡ And then when someone stares at him like “Huh?” he apologizes and translates the words or sometimes full on phrases

♡ König is also pretty awkward as a result of his bullying, methinks

♡ Like he can interact with people all fine and stuff, but he can easily detect when someone’s not worth interacting with, so sometimes he’ll just walk away (bonus points if it’s in the middle of a conversation)

♡ I personally believe when he has anxiety attacks, he just isolates himself; nobody should see him this way, he doesn’t want to seem weak still

♡ Relationship wise…I’d like to think this is where his anxiety acts up the most

♡ König is definitely terrified of getting his heart broken, not wanting to have more pain inflicted on him

♡ And if his partner seems promising, I feel he’s very, very possessive and protective of them

♡ Defo the kinda guy to pull them close, glare at the person even thinking about coming near his partner, and kissing them.

♡ Also convinced he’d be obsessed with his partner

♡ König would do anything to keep someone’s attention on him, relishing more in praise than he would degradation

♡ Practically worships the ground they walk on, almost like his partner were some ethereal being that’s taken pity and pride in how much they love him

♡ He’s so normal

♡ König the kinda mf to, if his partner is shorter, lift them up and hold them close whenever he can

♡ He’s like a giant teddy bear, and adores to cuddle with his partner

♡ You know how muscles when at rest are super squishy? König’s secretly in love with how muscular he is

♡ Why? Because when he’s relaxed, it means he can get squeezed all over

♡ Bro likes his pecs getting squeezed, not even getting aroused from it or anything; he finds comfort when someone squishes his muscles and tells them how much they love him

♡ Now all that anxiety aside…König, being the grown man he is, is willing to fuck anybody up

♡ I mean…his character description describes König as someone who’s excelled in fighting hand-to-hand

♡ As much as he had wanted to be a sniper, even having the proficiency for it, he’s an amazing insertion specialist

♡ Bro has definitely killed somebody by slamming their spines on his formidable thighs, breaking noses and several other things with his knees and fists and elbows

♡ He gets a kick out of fighting; have you heard some of his voice lines?

♡ “They. Are. No. Match for me.” has got to be his hottest voice line (because he’s so fucking right—the man breaks down doors easily and can grapple and manhandle anyone)

♡ He relishes in the fight, becoming a much different person entirely than his anxiety allows

♡ And I personally would like to believe he actually likes hand-to-hand much more than he lets on

♡ König probably just sees his role as an insertion specialist as a way to not only release the pain he feels inside, but also as a method in which he can prove how menacing he can be

♡ Nobody should ever think about crossing him, lest they wanna end up going home in a body bag or a box; sometimes not even at all.

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod könig #könig call of duty #headcanons #cod kortac

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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How small is Yuu and mini Yuu in monster au? And in comparison to the other characters who are monsters?

Ah, well here's the thing: Yuu and mini!Yuu is meant to be...well, you! Or rather, whichever of your characters you want to be in this AU, so their height is going to be different regardless of what I say here. Given my own height and my own character's height, we would be pretty small and close in size to Epel in comparison to say someone else whose character is as tall as Malleus in game 😂

But! Since you asked, I'm happy to provide examples and ideas on how tall the monsters in this AU are! For this, I will be using myself (female 5'1" or 156 cm) for visual comparison. Yes, I will be using both feet and cm since I know not everyone measures in feet or inches and vice versa. I had to do a lot of conversions so these numbers are as close as I can get @A@

Mini!Yuu is about 3 years old in this AU, and the average height tends to be about 3'1" or 94 cm, so I'll have it at that. Just to give an idea of how tall these heights are in comparison, here is a height chart of me (I just gave myself the mini!Yuu height so it's easier to see the comparison) with Grim and Riddle from the game versus Monster!Riddle:

Quite the difference huh? I tried to make sure that their heights would translate well enough for those whose legs are different, among other things, so yeah, these guys are much bigger than their canon selves!

Here is the list of measurements as best as I could figure (conversions wanted to be a jerk with me) as well as comments if any. I will go ahead and say now that this does not include their horns if they have any!

Riddle: 5'11"/180cm

Trey: 6'8"/203cm

Cater: 6'6"/198cm

Ace: 6'4"/193cm

Deuce: 7'2"/218cm (from hooves to shoulders on horse body is 5'7"/173cm, while average human torso for Deuce's height is 1'5"/46.7cm; based on the friesian horse's height)

Leona: 6'9"/205cm

Ruggie: 6'4"/193cm

Jack: 7'0"/213cm

Azul: 6'6" ("seated" on ground or in kelpie form), 16'6"/5.02m total (tentacles are about 10 ft/3.05m long, making him essentially the longest or "tallest" of the guys)

Jade: 7'0"/213cm "standing"; total length head to tail tip is 15 ft/4.6m

Floyd: 7'0"/213cm "standing"; total length head to tail tip is 15 ft/4.6m

Kalim: 6'3"/190cm

Jamil: 6'5"/195cm

Vil: 6'9"/205cm

Rook: 6'6"/198cm

Epel: 5'10"/177cm

Idia: 6'9"/205cm

Ortho: 5'3"/160cm

Malleus: 7'4"/223cm (without horns)

Lilia: 5'11"/180cm

Silver: 6'6"/198cm

Sebek: 6'11"/210cm

Crowley: 6'10"/208cm

Vargas: 6'5"/195cm

Crewel: 6'9"/205cm

Trein: 6'7"/200cm

Sam: 6'8"/203cm

So there you have it! I had to do a lot of guess work and imagining (as well as a ruler) to figure out how much taller to make them, though things may change down the road once I get more designs down. But for now, here's the list! Enjoy~! :D

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia

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lunaede · 1 year

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NAME: Frederick !

BODY

height: 193cm / 6′4

strength ★★★★★ (this man stayed viable through the whole game and he will get better strength growths than Naga herself)

dexterity ★★☆☆☆ (i wish you would dodge just once king)

health ★★★★★ (gets up early just to train, eats well)

energy ★★★★☆

beauty ★★★★☆ (this maters little to him but he’s pretty handsome)

style ★★★☆☆ (he wears two outfits -- either his dress shirt and tie or his dress shirt and tie with armor on top, but both look good)

hygiene ★★★☆☆

SKILLS

perception ★★★★☆ (always on the lookout for things that may be a bother)

communication ★★ ☆ ☆☆ (blunt man...)

persuasion ★★☆☆☆

mediation ★☆☆☆☆ (this is not his business)

literacy ★★★★☆

creativity ★☆☆☆☆ (he has those posters he made of Chrom, right...?)

cooking ★★★☆☆ (better than Robin)

tech savvy ★☆☆☆☆

combat ★★★★★ (insane man)

survival ★★★★☆ (refuses to eat the bear meat)

stealth ★☆☆☆☆ (clang, clang, clang, clang)

street smarts ★★☆☆☆

seduction ★★☆☆☆ (he’s not really about that life though he’s always on that #Grind #WakeUpWorkOut #IAmMilordsRetainer)

luck ★★☆☆☆

handling animals ★★★★☆ (kinda guy who lists his horse as one of his friends)

pacifying children ★☆☆☆☆ (which kids? how young are they?)

MIND

intelligence ★★★★☆ (canonically bad at tactics but not stupid)

happiness ★★☆☆☆ (i think he blames himself every day for Emmeryn’s death even though that literally was unpreventable by him.)

spirituality ★★★☆☆ (”Chrom likes Naga? I like Naga”)

confidence ★★★★☆

humor ★★☆☆☆ (does not intend to be funny but he kinda is)

anxiety ★★★★★★★ (he thinks he keeps this under control but he is so tense and so anxious all the time)

patience ★★★☆☆

passion ★★★★★ (passionate about his Lord and Ladies. and working out)

nice ★★★☆☆ mean

brave ★☆☆☆☆ cowardly

pacifist ★★★☆☆ violent

thoughtful ★☆☆☆☆ impulsive

agreeable ★★★☆☆ contrary

idealistic ★★★★★ pragmatic

frugal ★☆☆☆☆ big spender

extrovert ★★★★☆ introvert

collected ★☆☆☆☆ wild

ambitious/ possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist

SOCIAL

charisma ★★☆☆☆

empathy ★★★★☆

generosity ★★★☆☆

wealth ★★★☆☆

honest ★☆☆☆☆ deceptive (very honest and very blunt.)

leader ★★★★★ follower

polite ★☆☆☆☆ rude

political ★☆☆☆☆ indifferent

BELIEFS

higher power ★★★☆☆

fate/destiny ★☆☆☆☆

magic ★★★★★ (he sees it all the time)

soulmates ★☆☆☆☆ (hasn’t considered it, really)

good and evil ★★★★☆

luck ★★☆☆☆

PRIORITIES

family ★★★★★ (the shepherds & the Exalts are his family)

friends ★★★★★ (friends & family are one in the same)

love ★★★★★ (he loves his friends so much! romantic love is equal to friend love for him)

home ★★☆☆☆ (home is where his friends are)

health ★★★★★ (#Grind)

praise ★☆☆☆☆

justice ★★★★☆

truth ★★★★☆

power ☆☆☆☆☆

fame ★☆☆☆☆

wealth ★☆☆☆☆

others’ opinions ★★★☆☆ (only the shepherds matter to him!)

#the polite knight ╱ ooc.#bravery and honor ╱ hc.

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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.... the character design asks for serafim? please?

hello sera kisser!!

FACE & FEATURES

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

Serafim suffers from the Destan Stare which is to say he and papa alee both have this far off look like they know more than you about any given situation. And not even in a condescending way, just a "something is clearly going on there" sort of way. It's just very distinguishable..

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

For a man who self admittedly does not go out in the sun very often, Serafim has a nice little tan. His features are a tad soft, with a sharp nose. His smile is slightly crooked and he usually doesn't fully smile, more turns the corners of his mouth up a little. His eyes are such a vibrant shade of green though its kinda of crazy. The eyes are always the first thing.

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

He's surprisingly broad, but his clothes don't show it off that well. He was a really small kid so how broad and tall he becomes (193cm) is crazy. Sera loves layers though. Victorian lookin...

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

He's coordinated but.. Absent. Like he's always got something on the mind. His clothes do stifle some of his movement but I mean he looks so good.. soo

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

He'll look around, or stare intensely at something/someone. Is he reading their thoughts? Is he blocking their thoughts? Is he desperately attempting not to hear the overwhelming Thoughts? Any number of option. And it shows in how he tends to fidget. His clothes don't really affect anything.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

He wears glasses? And his ears are pierced.. He also has a bunch of freckles on his shoulders and nose. He covers up his shoulders but that's just his aesthetic, he's not trying to hide anything.

CUT & CLOTHES

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

The silky two piece pajama set I'm so sorry. It's a nice forest green.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

Victorian and Edwardian clothes. Gothic masc lolita vibe. It's just what he likes wearing! He has a bunch of outfits, maybe way too many. He also steals clothes from Alee's closet. He likes how it makes him feel.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

He's ALWAYS dressed up! He owns like one (1) normal suit and its because he was told he had to for "official destan-mixtio business" he hates the suit.

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

A turtleneck sweater, cableknit sweater, comfy grey sweats, his hair down.. so comfy.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

Depends on the weather, but he does own a lot of longer gothic looking coats. The Destan-Mixtios move around a lot so the weather also changes. But I mean we'll say Cali and say he doesn't usually need a coat.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

Boots usually. Sometimes fancy shoes.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

He looks like a normal guy going on vacation but with a lace black parasol bye

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

None.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

A sword!! And a magical tome. The tome belongs to the Destans. And the sword, his fathers made for him :) his sword means everything to him. The tome is usually in his bag, since he can't actually bring the sword everywhere.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Yeah gothic masc lolita and victorian fashion.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

velvet is fucking disgusting to Serafim. HE HATES IT. He can deal with most fabrics and textures, but velvet.. yucky.

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

He owns clothes and books, I'm pretty sure thats it. So many clothes and so many books... He can sew yeah! Usually he gets Alee to fix it though,,, papa is better at it.

ACCESSORIES & ACCENTS

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Just earrings and a rather plain silver ring on his thumb. The silver ring belonged to his bio father. He used to wear it on a necklace before he grew into it.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

He ties most of it up in a ponytail, but he'll do different styles sometimes. No real meaning, just thick hair.

makeup: Does your OC wear makeup? How often? What kind? Why do they wear makeup, and do they like it?

Face stuff, some mascara. He likes makeup, but he doesn't like a lot of makeup.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

I think I mentioned before his favourite article of clothing is a blouse he stole from Alee back in the day that he still has? He wears it pretty frequently, its a good base point of his outfits. Beyond this, he also has a button up he stole from Vesper that he wears when he needs to be fancy dancy.

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

Heee has not. Besides growing his hair out. He's always kinda looked like that. He doesn't mind change, he just likes how he looks lol

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

He's actually a snake in another au.. a silver boa, specifically. I think thats as alternate as you can get lol-

#⋆｡°✩ Serafim #☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #From The Fate ; Ash

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yunruse · 1 year

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As part of a fun project I'm making, I'm trying to amass every unit of measurement ever for my unit calculator, Noether. I'm at the point where I can now say (with INTENSE pride) that I genuinely just actively read Tolkien's appendices for semi-academic purposes!

Anyway here's some juicy goss: how tall were Tolkien's characters?

According to the notes, a Númenórean pace was one ranga (pl. rangar, exactly 3'2 or 96.52cm). Five thousand of these (exactly 4826; just short of 3 miles) was called a lár (or daur in Sindarin), and tired bois would generally take a brief stop after marching for so long. For comparison, Frodo's journey was calculated in the ballpark of about ~500 lár!

Two rangar was said (at least by the Númenórean, natch) to be man-high. It is noted that as the blood of Numenor was diminished, this was very rarely met. The appendix then goes on to give heights for three characters:

Elendil was said to be "more than man-high by nearly half a ranga" (7'11, 241cm), and given the epithet "the Tall" for being the biggest guy in Númenórean history.

Galadriel was said to be tallest of all women, at two rangar tall (6'4, 193cm).

Halflings (no. seriously. this is said to be the origin of the word!) were so-named because they were purported to be one ranga tall, or "half a man's height". In actuality they were smaller than this, and only one Peregrin Took was said to be a true halfling at 3'2, with a hearty gulp of ent OJ giving him that boost.

#lotr #elendil #galadriel #hobbits #peregrin took

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sof-ingtired · 2 years

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✨️🤲🧠

🧠 with one of your ocs!!

I started this last night, got distracted and then got tired ,,,

The Ask Game (Please Send More)

✨: Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You deserve it 😉

Ahh,,forced to give compliment to the self smh,,,but uhh I enjoy how much my writing has grown in the past 10 years, I started when I was a kid and I actually enjoy my writing sometimes.

🤲: Would you please share a snippet of a wip

Have a couple paragraphs of what I've been working on recently that's sfw

He loved them…he didn't understand the hanahaki at first because he and Rome are aromantic ! He doesn't harbour romantic feelings for Rome so it didn't make any sense to him…then he did research. Hanahaki didn't have to be romantic love…it just had to be love in general. And goddamn did he love Rome.

Rome was his best friend…he met them only a couple years ago and they clicked immediately. He had had so many questions and hadn't really understood much about being queer until he met them. Plus, Rome was an Incubus , something his bio parents warned him about as a kid but…people who beat their children shouldn't be trusted so he decided to get to know them.

Vulcan learned how Incubi don't have to take on a masculine form, how demons don't have a concept of Gender and sexuality. Rome taught him about the underworld and overworld, what the mortal realms called Hell and Heaven. Rome helped him learn to accept himself…he never thought he would learn to accept himself but Rome helped.

🧠: Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favourite headcanon for them

Let's go withhhhh uhhhh FAUNUS , we haven't talked about him much ! But !

He's 6'4" (193cm) and very muscular, strong guy, bulky identical twin ,,,,

Is an amazing gymnast, flips, tricks, splits, all of it. He's amazing at it

#ask game #original character ask #remus rambles #remus answers #remus writes

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ask-the-redheads · 2 years

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So yasuo and Emilio how tall are you

“193cm! I'm pretty tall, eh? Perfect height to tease this little guy.” He playfully ruffles Emilios hair.

“You're ruining my hair... Anyways, I'm 175cm.”

#Ask #anonymous #int: yasuo #int: emilio

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van-zieksy · 2 years

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Van Zieks putting people in their place or telling them off has to got to be one of my new favourite things, especially when it’s someone with questionable character...

He’s 6′4″ or 193cm, mysterious, dresses like he's found his way out of a Castlevania game....obviously works out A LOT, as indicated by his shirt that looks like it's merely painted on...crushes chalices with one of his oversized hands like it's nothing...flings expensive bottles into the public gallery, barely holding them between two fingers... never skips leg day and has legs for days that could crush anything that finds its way between them, which he LOVES to show off in court...has piercing eyes that can stare right into your soul...has this uncanny ability to be able to read people like a book...is 10 times more intelligent than his opponents and usually two steps ahead of them...knows how to command respect from even the most nefarious characters...and, last but not least, is known as the Reaper of the Bailey...I’d be shaking, too. :) Yet behind that flamboyant facade is just a regular, decent, honest and misunderstood guy who can't abide depravity and corruption and just wants to do his job as fair as possible and with the utmost integrity -----addendum/edit: and expects the same from others. The way he conducts himself in court is due to his frustration with the judicial system and people lying/cheating/manipulating. So, judging people by their cover can be misleading. What you see isn't always what you get. He's a wonderful character, a joy to watch, and a breath of fresh air as far as prosecutors are concerned. :)

#tgaa #dgs #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #barok van zieks #lord van zieks #ace attorney #capcom #thoughts #screenshots

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seiin-translations · 3 years

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2.43 S1 Chapter 4.5 - Drifting Yunichika

5. HIGH, FAST, STRONG

Sorry it took so long, there was a lot going on in this chapter

Translation Notes

1. I don’t think I word it very well here but Haijima literally says “obsessing over the face for their school grade” which I think basically means worrying over acting their age or something like that

2. I don’t know if there even is a term in English for this but a high set (二段トス) is where another player sets the ball instead of the setter because the received ball is off

3. The Sanzu River is the Buddhist equivalent of the River Styx

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The Prefectural High School Fall Tournament was held for three days on August 1st, August 2nd, and August 3rd. For the past several years, the number of schools participating in boys’ volleyball official tournaments was fixed at twenty-two. The tournament consisted of the first round on the first day, the second round on the second day, and the semifinals and finals on the third day.

You had to win five matches to win the championship. However, Seiin High School was lucky enough to get a seeded spot in the first round of the tournament, so they would participate in the second round. In other words, they had to win four matches.

Just four matches. Those were the same conditions as the prefecturals a year ago.

As Haijima had said, the fact that there were no sub-prefectural block qualifiers and only twenty participating schools in the whole prefecture would be an unthinkable scope in a large city. That was how close it was to Nationals, but it was also undeniable that it was difficult to maintain the level of competition because there were few competitors.

Seiin High School’s first game was on August 2nd, the second day of the tournament. Before the start of the first game of the day and the second round of the tournament, the banner that read “Nanafu Seiin High School Boys’ Volleyball Team” written boldly and masculinely in black ink on white cloth, hung from the second floor of the stands and released an overwhelming presence. Needless to say, it was in the hand of Kuroba’s grandfather, as it was in the case of Monshiro Middle School. He repeatedly instructed his mother to refrain from having a large cheering squad of all his relatives as she did in middle school, but she asked to at least hang a banner. He reluctantly discussed it with Oda, and the moment he saw the actual thing, he had taken to it completely. I’ve thought about this now and then, but Oda-senpai and Grandpa would definitely get along.

I’m not…nervous today…right…?

He carefully confirmed that with himself. His body was moving well. His heartbeat was normal. Unlike the school gym, the air conditioning was working in city-run gymnasium, so it was rather cool if anything, and right now he was sweating moderately after finishing his warmup. He didn’t feel uncomfortable. I feel like I can really do it today…then again, I always think that before a match.

“Yuniii! Yuuuni!”

He heard someone calling him through the buzz that enveloped the court right before the game. He turned his head to the second floor and spotted Itoko waving at him right above the “Nanafu Seiin High School Boys’ Volleyball Team” banner hanging from the front row.

With a face that said “You found me!”, Itoko stood and pointed to the seat next to her. “Look, look!”

“Ah… Yori-chan…”

Yorimichi, wearing a tight tank top and a Hawaiian shirt, was yawning as he plunked down on the plastic chair that looked cramped for someone of his size. This was the first time he saw him since he became a university student, but with his long hair tied all the way back into a bun, he looked even more like a punk. He was a bit impressed by how even though he was plenty vulgar in his third year of high school, he still had room to get worse.

Come to think of it, he should have returned yesterday. Itoko looked as though she was proud of the achievement of bringing her brother here. It had been about a year and a half since Kuroba started playing volleyball seriously, and this was the first time Yorimichi came to watch a match.

Why did he come? He wondered. Well, he was probably dragged here by Itoko because he happened to be back, but even so, he wouldn’t have gotten up even if Itoko invited him when he’s at home, so why did he decide to come today? I wonder what he’ll think when he watches my game. Would he make fun of me? Maybe he’d laugh and say, “Why are you being so serious about sports?”

He met eyes with Yorimichi. Kuroba thoughtlessly smiled in spite of himself, but Yorimichi didn’t smile. With a bored look on his face, he jerked his chin, as though to say, “Give me something to look at.”

What should I do… What should he show Yorimichi to satisfy him? Can he get him not to say things like “I shouldn’t have come to see this”, “This is a waste of time,” or “I got woken up early for this?”

His back was poked. He turned back with a start and saw Haijima putting his fist on the left side of Kuroba’s back, right behind his heart, and glaring at him with a stern look in his eyes. It was then that he became aware that his heart, which had been calm earlier, was now beating faster.

“Ugh…Sorry again, I…”

“I told you not to look around. Just look inside the court. Everyone’s there. Enemies…and friends too.”

As he felt Haijima’s fist pressing against his back through his uniform for a while, strangely enough, his heart which had been bouncing like a rubber ball gradually regained its normal weight.

“Don’t be in a hurry. Just wait.”

When Haijima said that and lowered his fist, his heart beating in its normal position. It was like he was preparing for battle, and the taping on Haijima’s fingers absorbed his nerves.

Haijima no longer paid Kuroba any attention and started talking to Oda and the others at the courtside. Kuroba hurriedly joined the circle of matching uniforms. Seiin’s uniform was black with blue lines. Only the libero had the reverse color scheme of black on blue. When Okuma was handed the uniform, he made an ominous prediction that the team would lose halfway because those weren’t the colors of a protagonist team, and Oda had gotten angry at him (According to Okuma, the protagonist team’s colors were a combination of “white and blue.” He thought he understood what he meant).

The starting members for Seiin High School were,

Number 1 Oda Shinichiro Third Year Left 163cm

Number 2 Aoki Misao Third Year Center 193cm

Number 4 Kanno Akito Second Year Right 181cm

Number 7 Kuroba Yuni First Year Left 184cm

Number 8 Haijima Kimichika First Year Setter 181cm

Number 10 Okuma Yusuke Second Year Center 187cm

Number 5 Hokao Kazuma Second Year Libero 170cm

Reserve Number 3 Uchimura Naoyasu Second Year 175cm

The above eight members were going into the match with all their strength.

For Haijima, this tournament would be his debut high school game, but as expected of someone with nerves as thick as sewer pipes, he didn’t seem nervous at all as he went over the formation with Oda and the others. They were the only school in the tournament that had a first-year as the setter, which was a position rare for even a second-year starting member to be in due to its importance as a so-called “playmaker” position. It was already attracting attention, but Haijima didn’t care about the gazes of others, or rather, he didn’t notice.

Both teams took the court, and the cheers of the waiting parents grew louder. I wonder if Yorimichi’s voice is mixed in with them…I doubt it, though…

Crap, my mind is on the outside of the court again. I have to focus on the inside of the court. He ruminated on Haijima’s words like they were a magic spell and let them soak into his body.

“Everything is inside the court. Enemies…and friends too.”

That guy said…friends. He felt like it was the first time he heard that word from Haijima’s mouth.

He subconsciously searched for him. Haijima still wasn’t on the court. He was standing on the sidelines and fiddling with the taping on his fingers in front of his stomach. Huh…? He’s doing that thing again…?

He shook his head lightly, put his hands down to his sides, and fixed his gaze on the court, his face as stiffly focused as ever. It was a face that said everything important in this world was on the nine-by eighteen-meter volleyball court.

From the beginning of the first set to the middle, Seiin used the newly incorporated center and right combination attacks from the training camp to get most of their points until the scores of both teams reached the ten point range. The dexterous duo of Aoki and Kanno toyed with the enemy’s blocks so easily that it was funny.

And after all was said and done, it was Haijima who was masterminding that. In addition to the transcendent accuracy of his overhand handling, he was able to set the ball to any place with one hand even when the receives to the front of the net were disordered. In addition, if there was even the slightest opening——.

Haijima’s left hand flashed over the net as he looked to make a jump set. In the next moment, a two-attack was made launched into the opponent’s territory with unbelievable speed.

The other team froze, and the gallery let out cries of surprise. It seemed to have become a rumor in the venue that Seiin, a team that was completely out of the limelight, was displaying an unusual strength from the first game with an incredible rookie in their ranks. There were even people who looked like they were from the high school sports association appearing here and there on the court.

——However. He had not set a single ball to Kuroba, who was in the ace position. He was beginning to feel like he wasn’t going to hit a single ball in this match. He was sure that Yorimichi was in the stands right now, being disgusted that he wasn’t being useful at all. Even the blocker of the opposing team who he was matched up with was starting to get a look on his face like, “Why is this guy on the court?” He was beginning to feel bad that they marked him.

Oda also made a high-speed back row attack. Through the training camp, he had come to be able to match Haijima’s sets, which literally meant “high and fast,” perfectly. Kuroba’s and Oda’s highest points were thirty centimeters apart, but they were able to do powerful back-row attacks as though they were hitting the ball at the same positions.

What the hell am I doing here? He couldn’t help but feel that way. If they wouldn’t let him hit, then the team would be much better off putting Uchimura in, who played better defense than Kuroba. During the training camp, Oda and the others were searching for a formation that prioritized receiving ability by swapping Kuroba and Uchimura.

If it was until yesterday, it might have gone bad. But… He recalled his conversation with Oda this morning.

“What do you think are the features of Haijima’s sets?”

It occurred when everyone was going to the competition venue. Oda had stopped Kuroba and asked him that.

“They’re high, fast, and straight. A B pass somehow becomes an A pass. He’s unpredictable when sending the ball to the front or back, so even his teammates don’t know where it’s going. But the worst is that he has no intention to match the attackers. He makes difficult sets with a face that says ‘It’s your fault if it doesn’t reach you.’”

He answered with complaints mixed in. Oda smiled, looking strangely happy.

“Yeah. The basic ability of a good setter is to make the attacker feel good about hitting the ball. On that point, Haijima’s sets has too much of his own tendencies and are difficult to hit. But why do you think they’re difficult?”

Kuroba was puzzled by the further questioning. Even if he was asked why, all he could say was that they reflected Haijima’s sadistic and inconsiderate personality.

“Haijima’s sets are probably customized to each attacker’s ability with precision. Everyone’s highest jumping points, takeoff, and swing speed is different. The set comes right in at the moment when each person is swinging at their highest points, within a few tenths of a second. However, he doesn’t set the ball to the place where it’s comfortable to hit it, he sets it to where it would be a little difficult. It’s not a place where you can’t reach at all, but a place where you will be able to reach if you really concentrate, stretch your nerves all over your body, and bring out your maximum power to hit. That’s why I’m practicing with Haijima…I’m getting better. I realized that for the first time in a match. I can see my surroundings better than in practice. I’m gaining the ability to hit at the highest point. As far as I know, there’s no setter as dedicated as that guy.”

The word “dedicated” was about as far from Haijima as the other side of the universe, and it somehow sent a shudder down Kuroba’s spine. Seeing his doubtful face, Oda laughed again.

“Kuroba, you don’t believe in Haijima?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in him, but…”

“Actually, Haijima told me something. He told me that no matter what happened today, I shouldn’t bench you.”

“Huh…?”

“It’s not Haijima you don’t believe in, but just yourself. If you can’t believe in yourself, try believing in Haijima.”

Hokao made a beautiful A-pass to Haijima. Aoki and Kanno ran to intersect each other behind Haijima to divert the block targets. Oda also jumped out to do a back-row attack.

Haijima threw a glance at him for a moment under his hands, which were held in an overhand stance.

“Just wait.” ——Haijima’s words before the game echoed in his head.

Before he could think about it, his body was moving and he was doing an approach run. Two well-paced steps with his right foot and then left foot. On the third step, he stepped firmly on the floor with his two feet, right and left, and lowered his ankles, knees, hips deeply. He swung his arms from back to front deeply, releasing the power stored in his lower body to leap into the air. The entire floor threw his body up high due to his elasticity—the result when one could jump the highest.

There was nothing blocking the space above the net of two meters and forty centimeters. I’m completely unmarked! The opponent’s blocking was completely shaken off by Aoki’s and Kanno’s movements. For a sensible few seconds, he stood still in the air and had a clear view of the opponent’s entire court. The course that he was meant to pierce the ball down seemed to automatically emerge. It was a sport where you had to defend a nine-by-nine meter court with a reaction speed of a few tenths of a second. If you lagged for even a moment, there would be an opening there.

Even though today was the first time they played together, even though they hadn’t played together properly during the training camp, Haijima’s set flew “straight” towards Kuroba’s highest point, so precise and accurate that it was incredible. The timing was perfect. It fit right into his hand without a millimeter of deviation. All he had to do was to leave it to the rotation of his body and swing his arms.

The ball, driven in at an acute angle, bounced up in the opponent’s court with a bang. The highest, fastest, strongest——!

He was able to spike with all his power in an official game, something he kept failing at ever since the middle school prefecturals. He didn’t know what he was stumbling over, so he was at a complete loss for a whole year. Then that single set came to him like a sword of light cutting through the darkness, and he just hit it without thinking about anything, forgetting himself completely——. He still couldn’t believe he hit it. Why couldn’t he do it until now?

“If you can’t believe in yourself, try believing in Haijima.”

At that moment, they connected. Haijima’s—that guy’s—clumsy, easy to misunderstand, disconnected words became one thought. “I won’t let that happen again.” “I’ll prove it at the Fall Tournament.” “I’ll make every ball I set to you the best ones.” “Don’t be in a hurry. Just wait.”

“Kuroba!”

As though he was tired of waiting for the long flight time to end, Oda jumped at him and put him in a headlock.

“Okay, that’s enough!”

With his hair mussed up, Kuroba absentmindedly answered, “Ah…okay.” Hokao poked his shoulder, and Aoki slapped his butt. Kanno, who was moving back to serve, gave him a small peace sign. Okuma and Uchimura were loudly cheering something from the warm-up zone.

“Seiin High School has two immoveable pillars: the high-speed combination performance developed by setter Haijima Kimichika and the explosive offensive power of ace Kuroba Yuni—we’ll be the team that people will talk like that about.”

When it seemed that the referee was going to give them a warning, Oda finally released Kuroba’s head with a “got you” look on his face.

“Well, it’s also because I was talked into it by Haijima.”

He bashfully added, and then his expression stiffened.

“Alright, Kuroba, let’s take it from here.”

“Y-Yes.”

Kuroba nodded, his cheeks flushed. He was so happy to hear the words “Ace Kuroba Yuni” from Oda’s mouth that his inferiority complex from the training camp was easily blown away.

It was just as Haijima said. You’re the team’s ace. He felt like the world was turning out just as Haijima said, and a shiver welled up from deep within him with a little bit of fear and excitement that swallowed that up.

Haijima was the only one who was completely calm about the one play and was already observing the opponent’s court with his mind on the next play. The rotation turned once, and the front row now consisted of, from the left, Haijima, Kuroba, and Aoki. The player must the rotation’s positional relationship until the ball was served, or it would be a positional fault penalty. The moment the ball was served, Haijima must quickly move to the right side and have the line order be replaced with Kuroba, Aoki, and Haijima, the three of them stood by in a tight group near the center of the front row.

“You were considering this from the beginning. Leaving me out from the combination practice…”

He couldn’t help but whisper that question as he and Haijima were huddled together behind Aoki.

In the prefecturals a year ago, Kuroba had been overly conscious of the blocks and fell apart spectacularly after being persistently marked by the opposing team. However, since Kuroba was the only attacker who could hit the ball, they had no choice but to set all the balls to him, and there was no way to get himself unmarked.

But now——Haijima said, “I can do things differently.” If the opponent was aware that their team used the center-right combination a lot, they would become wary of it and adopt a blocking system that was closer to the right, and the mark on Kuroba on the left would weaken. The scenario was to have the seniors play the role of setting the stage, so to speak, in order to have him hit the ball unmarked and get rid of his awareness that he was bad at it.

“How on earth do you make a request like that to the senpais…You really do have nerves of steel.”

He could only be thankful that he was blessed with understanding seniors.

“You’re decisive enough on your own. We’ll do the cheap tricks to get you to hit the ball. If you’re a senpai who’s so obsessed with stuff like keeping face as a senior (1) and ruin our chances of winning, then we don’t need you anyways.”

Haijima declared unabashedly while his gaze was fixed on the opponent’s court. But then he suddenly pouted and added something else in a whisper.

“…That’s why, I’m taking you. To the Spring Tournament.”

Although he didn’t say the word “senpais,” Kuroba supplemented that word in his mind. He A laugh escaped from his lips as he realized that in his own way, Haijima felt indebted to Oda and the others.

“You talk like you alone are taking them, but…we’re the ones taking them, aren’t we?”

Haijima blinked in surprise. Kuroba was embarrassed after he said that aloud, having gotten carried away and talked big. He was afraid that he would be cut down again with “you’re a hundred years too early to say that.” However,

“…Yeah.”

Haijima’s face softened, and he nodded.

Now he understood—everything was in the court. Enemies, and friends as well. He wondered if Yorimichi was watching. However, he didn’t feel like looking up at the stands, when normally he would be curious and try to find him. His feet were properly rooted here, not on the second floor of the stands.

He didn’t look for him, but he just wanted Yorimichi to see this. There was nothing to be shrink from. There was nothing to be embarrassed of. He wanted to puff up his chest and be proud of that this was the volleyball he was so passionate about right now. Above all, he wanted him to see this team.

He saw Haijima touching the taping on his fingers again. He lightly shook his head and fixed his gaze forward with a focussed expression on his face. He didn’t seem to be in bad shape, so Kuroba didn’t mind it at the time.

“Do it with the intention of taking it and hitting it yourself.”

He was told this by Hokao and Uchimura as they went along with his receiving practice during the training camp, to the point he had calluses on his ears. Don’t just sit back and watch the ball after a serve receive, run with the intention of snatching away the set to yourself. The left-side hitters have always been an easy target for the serve. That was why their receiving abilities, not just their spiking abilities, were the key to offense. No matter how good Haijima was, if his serve receive was up to par, there was no way to build an offense.

Even though he knew that, when he received the ball, he felt like he had done his job and stopped moving, but thanks to being told that over and over and repeating it in practice, it was hammered into his body. There was meaning in being taken out of offensive practice during training camp and forced to do only receiving practice.

He was hit by a serve in his bad form and fell on his butt, but he immediately jumped up and ran. Although the receive went off course, Haijima had already entered the ball’s drop point due to his outstanding reading speed and mobility. This was what he meant when he said that with Haijima, a B-pass became an A-pass. An A-pass was a good receive that allowed the setter to return to a position that didn’t move in from in front of the net for the fastest combination attack, but a B-pass was a worse receive than that. When it came to the C-pass, the setter might not be able to get it, and if that happened, the sign could not be used and another player would have to do a high set. (2) However, Haijima didn’t abandon the sign, even if it was a C-pass, and chased the ball himself to force a combination attack.

Haijima alone had the final say on who got to hit among the four attackers on the court, including Kuroba. He judged the situation instantly based on the reactions of the opposing blockers and receivers, and in Haijima’s case, rather than simply striking where they were undermanned, he chose the option that would allow him to harass his opponents the most and leave an impact on the rest of the play.

He noticed that he was being marked by a blocker, but Kuroba sent the desire of being given the ball to Haijima. Until now, all he thought about was escaping from the blocks. But now he was ready to smash one in.

Haijima touched his taping again for an instant and made a gesture of shaking his head. ——What, now?

Haijima opened his eyes wide at the ball that was approaching right in front of his face, and he turned away as though to run from it and knocked it down with his hand.

Beep——.

The whistle sounded, and there were cheers from the opposing court for their good luck. Meanwhile, on Seiin’s court, all the attackers who ended up with half-baked jumps looked at Haijima with astonishment. That was natural for anyone who knew the man named Haijima. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was someone else’s basic mistake, but Haijima——?

The ball rolled fruitlessly to the center of their court. It was unbelievable, but Haijima, who was staring at it with a look that was even filled with hatred, and then as though he had returned to himself, immediately put out his hand and flicked it out of the court.

***

“Thank you for your hard work!”

All the members of the team formed a line facing the advisor and spoke in unison. Oda stepped out of the line and faced his team members.

“Now, we’re going back to school temporarily…”

“Aah…Oda, there’s always tomorrow, so let’s just break up here. Some people live closer to here than school.”

The old advisor interjected with a slippery voice like half of his body was already submerged in the Sanzu River (3), causing Oda’s temple to twitch. “I think you’re the only one whose home is close, sir, but…” Although he bitterly grumbled that, Oda sighed in defeat and turned back to the members.

“We’ll break up here for now. The Nanafu group will stay together and return to the school. Everyone else can go back home. Tomorrow, we’ll meet in the clubroom at six-thirty. Alright, don’t get into any accidents or anything like that, and think of it as a match until you get home, don’t lose focus.”

“What is this, a field trip?”

Aoki let out a strained laugh and quipped, taking over the conversation from Oda, who looked embarrassed.

“The Monshiro group is going far away, so ask your parents to give you a ride. I’ll put the ball case in the old teacher’s car, but Kuroba and Haijima, can you bring the cooler box back home and then bring it back tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes, we can both bring it tomorrow. Our houses are close.”

The two third-years gave Kuroba a casual look as he quickly jumped to attention and answered. Guessing that they wanted him to take a look at how Haijima was doing, he stealthily glanced at his profile. Haijima, who had quickly returned to his glasses from contacts, was looking ahead with a reddened face for some reason. Is he tired…? However, he couldn’t tell the difference clearly because he always looked like he wasn’t thinking about anything, surprisingly, except when his club activity switch was on.

That was the only time Haijima made a basic mistake, and after that it had no effect on him at all, and he went on as usual—or rather, his level of “usual” was unusual—until the end, but Seiin High School continued the play and won the two games of the day. They would advance to the semifinals tomorrow, the final day.

So, they have come to the same place as the prefecturals a year ago.

It was as though they were advancing by tracing the road from a year ago. He was confident that they would break the semifinals this year for sure, and he was plenty motivated, but—a bad feeling that there was an unexpected trap lying in wait for them just like a year ago, continued to hover in a corner of his mind.

They met with the parents who came to support them from Monshiro in the gym’s parking lot. Kuroba’s mother, Kanno’s mother, Haijima’s grandmother, and Itoko and Yorimichi were there. The Kannos’ car and the Kurobas’ car (Haijima’s grandmother seemed to have ridden in the Kurobas’ car) were there, as well as a light pickup truck. The truck belonged to the relative who transported provisions to the training camp. The back of the truck was still littered with vegetable scraps. It seemed that this was the car Yorimichi borrowed to “just drive around in town” in.

Thank you so much for all your help, Kanno’s mother thanked Kuroba’s mother reverently. He wondered about the parent of a second-year being deferential to the parent of a first-year.

It seemed that Itoko had made plans to join with her school friends from now. An amusement building called Suzumu Play-One was built near Itoko’s Suzumu City high school recently, and it had a karaoke place, a bowling alley, and an arcade. It had become a hangout for high schoolers with free time (by the way, Karaoke Box Monshiro was finally demolished at the start of this year). No wonder she made her hair into a bun-looking thing on the top of her head, wore a sleeveless dress-looking thing, and carried a summer vacation-like basket bag-looking thing. He, on the other hand, had just changed out of his uniform and was wearing a T-shirt that was already drenched with sweat, carrying an enamel bag that dug into his shoulders and even a cooler box. He didn’t mind it though, because he wanted to do it.

“Good job out there, Yuni. You were pretty cool.”

“What do you mean, ‘pretty’ cool? Say I’m ‘super’ cool, onion head.”

As he reflexively shot back after being praised with a smile, Itoko took the initiative to load Kuroba’s luggage into the back of the truck, so he took it back and threw it up himself.

“You still have the semifinals and finals. You’ll get carried away if I praise you. Yorimichi? Don’t you have anything to say to Yuni?”

Itoko’s voice turned a bit angry and she slapped the driver’s door. “Aah?” Yorimichi, who was sticking his face into the air conditioner at the driver’s seat, rolled down the window with an annoyed look on his face.

“Ah, um…how was it…?”

“Doesn’t matter how it was. It was pretty cool at the venue. I thought it would be hot, so it took a while for me to wanna go there.”

He sloppily leaned against the door with one arm out the window. Even though he didn’t exercise, his arms were muscular, and they were a size thicker than Kuroba’s who recently started to work hard at muscle training. His tank top was tightly stretched over his thick chest. He could try doing some kind of sport even now…

“Ugh, don’t dodge the question and tell him. You wanted to see a volleyball game, didn’t you?”

Itoko said, putting her hands on her hips with an exasperated look on her face.

“Huh!? Yori-chan, you’re interested in volleyball!?”

“No way.”

He had widened his eyes and unintentionally said that with hope in his voice, but got flatly rejected on the spot.

“I just wanted to see what you’re so into. You probably found something there you haven’t told me about…Well, it looks like you’ll be keeping at it for a long time, so work hard at that.”

“Geez, just be honest!”

Yorimichi withdrew his head from out the window, and Itoko got angry. But for Kuroba, it was more than enough. Those were Yorimichi-like words of support. Come to think of it, he wasn’t drinking while watching the game today. He didn’t come here to make fun of him. He had him understand that he was doing this seriously. He didn’t know what he was shrivelling from. He knew that Yorimichi wouldn’t laugh for no reason at the things people cherished.

That’s why I like Yorimichi…

“…Mm. I will work hard.”

He answered bashfully. Yorimichi was already pretending not to hear and fiddled with the car radio. “There’s only enka,” he complained.

At that moment, he heard a hoarse scream and something being struck.

He turned around and saw Haijima and his grandmother next to the Kurobas’ car. There was more than a head of difference in height between the grandmother and Haijima, which made her look extremely weak. A dark red handbag had fallen at her feet, and her wallet and other small items were scattered across the asphalt.

“Why are you using that without asking me…?”

Haijima said with a trace of anger in his voice. His grandmother’s small frame shrunk. “W-Why are you getting so angry all of a sudden? I thought you didn’t want it anymore since you put it away in the closet…”

“Haijima? What are you doing to your own grandma?”

Confused, Kuroba rushed over as he reproached him. When he crouched down and was about to pick up the scattered items, the old woman also hurriedly crouched down and ran her wrinkled little hands over the asphalt to gather the small items, saying, “Aah, young master, there is no need to do this.”

He was about to pick up the handbag when his hand stopped.

A dark red schoolbag… This is…

“Don’t touch it.”

Haijima’s hand snatched the bag from over Kuroba’s head.

On his knees and speechless, he looked up at Haijima. The summer evening sunlight, which was still beating down on them, illuminated Haijima from behind so he couldn’t see his expression, but he could clearly see that the bag he was gripping had…that Tokyo middle school’s emblem—the one Kuroba didn’t know—embroidered on it.

Why…? Along with that question, he felt anger.

You said you weren’t going back, didn’t you? So why do you still treasure that thing…?

I wonder if I’m hurting right now.

“I ain’t going back” …Even though I believed in those words I heard at the training camp, I might be feeling betrayed.

***

He smacked the top of his alarm clock that ringing shrilly next to his pillow with the palm of his hand as though he was spiking with all his might. He sluggishly peeled his face away from his pillow and looked at the digital display of his now-silent clock. It was 5:05 in the morning.

“Mmm…Gotta get up…”

He had to take the first train in order to get to the clubroom by the 6:30 meeting time. He had to jump over one city to go to school, so a roundtrip to school took up quite a lot of time.

“…Five more minutes…”

His consciousness sank the moment he plopped his head down on the pillow again.

The alarm rang again. He half-consciously hit the clock that was still under his hand, but it didn’t stop no matter how many times he hit it. “…Nn?” It wasn’t the alarm. It was another sound. “…My phone…?” Groaning like a zombie that had risen from the grave, he reluctantly crawled out from his futon.

The Kuroba main house was a purely Japanese home, and Kuroba’s room was also a Japanese-style room with tatami mats and a futon. He could hear muffled ringing from the enamel bag he had thrown to the foot of his futon. Now he remembered that he forgot to charge it yesterday before falling asleep.

“Hup.”

As he was waking up, he raised his upper body vigorously in the manner of a push-up. Midway through, a shiver of pain ran up his back. “Aaagh,” he groaned and ended up curling his back. He crawled over to his bag with his hand behind his back. It was a different kind of pain from the muscle pain he got after practices and games, and his body ached all over, not just his back. His cheekbone was still throbbing with pain.

He thought that if it gave up halfway and stopped ringing, he wouldn’t have to answer it. But the ringing spitefully continued until he reached into his bag and fumbled for his phone.

“Oda-senpai? You’re an early riser.”

When he saw the caller’s name on the display, he thought of Oda’s face, full of enthusiasm like he had been running in the morning. Oda’s house was close to the school, so he shouldn’t have to get up as early as Kuroba.

“Fwah, g’morning…”

“Kuroba, come to school immediately!”

He heard Oda’s voice, refreshing and clear right in the morning, just like the image in his head.

“…? I’m going there now, but…”

“Come directly to the staff room, not the club room. Depending on your answer, we…will have to withdraw from today’s game.”

The sleepiness that had been coiled about his head dissipated at once.

“…What?”

He could only hear Oda’s heavy groans from the speaker.

He thought it was déjà vu from a year ago. No, he really wished it was just déjà vu.

We’re withdrawing…? From the semifinals?

——Again?

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