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mrskodzuken · 2 years

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pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff (with crack bits)

wc: 1.7k

tw/cw: post-timeskip, established relationship (Kenma and reader are married and residing overseas in their first few months of marriage), implied Filo!reader*, no warnings (tho fic contains a smidge of a make-out scene). Kenma's thoughts are red italic while the reader's are in pink italic.

a/n: this is my entry for @augustinewrites's Simple Pleasures Collab (overdued I'm sorry /gen), @suyacho and @/izxkus's Selfship Collab, and @chaotic-nick's Culture Collab. *This is sorta Kenella fic too, since some parts are based on my grade school years blah blah + the 'kitten' petnames (sorry I sucked at explaining stuff *bows* /gen) thank you @quirrrky @jotatetsuken for betareading it + ily <3 tagging @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork @hqlabels

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[20xx. Somewhere in Luzon, the Philippines.]

[14:03. Kozume Residence.]

“Shopee~!”

“Nee, Y/N, did my package arrive—what are those?” Your husband, Kenma, poked his head inside the living room and saw you sitting on the floor, currently opening a rectangular box full of white blocks. He tilted his head upward and sniffed through the air. “Smells soapy here, too.”

“Ah, well…,” you started, feeling a bit fidgety (which he didn’t fail to notice). “I accidentally… ordered a box of laundry soap last night. I-I was scrolling through some products and checking their prices before I go to sleep and maybe because I kept on dozing off while on my phone that I accidentally hit the Add to Cart button on a box set of Perla Soap, 50% off the original price… and completely forgot about it until now.”

So those are really soap bars, huh? Kenma thought as he approached you and knelt down beside you. “Kitten, if you know you’re really sleepy, then you should’ve just stopped what you’re doing and snoozed off, rather than sleeping on your phone again. Tch… you never learn…” He picked one bar with his hand and examined the packaging before bringing it slightly under his nose to smell its mild fragrant scent. ‘Perura’ (Perla)? Hm? It doesn’t smell like laundry soap at all.

You apologized quickly, bowing many times in front of your husband. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise—ow!” You brought both your hands above your head, to where Kenma bonked you with the soap bar, and rubbed it.

“You always say that in a halfhearted manner though,” he retorted, lips slightly pouting. The bicolored gamer then peeked inside the box’s contents and huffed. “So, what do we do with these? Can we ship them back? Like a ‘money-back guaranteed’?”

“Hmm… I don’t know if that’s allowed or something,” you hummed in response, yet Kenma noticed a change in your expression and saw your eyes softened. You grinned as you grabbed one bar and traced the blue wavy lettering with the pad of your thumb. “...but, these take me back to my grade school years. How nostalgic~”

Kenma raised a brow, getting confused for a bit. “Nostalgic? What do you mean by that?”

“Nostalgic, because we often used this particular brand of laundry soap bar in school projects that time. I remembered one time our first-grade adviser asked us to carve something out of this bar of laundry soap; mine was an elephant.”

Kenma’s golden orbs widened as he looked at you, surprised. “An elephant? Haha… I know you’re a talented person, kitten, but I didn’t know that you’re that good… to carve an elephant out of soap at an early age…”

“Sorry to get your hopes up, though. I wasn’t the one who did it, I think either my mom or my late grandpa carved it ‘cause I couldn’t at that time,” you deadpanned, looking at your husband with a straight face. A moment of silence ensued before he muttered a disappointing ‘Oh’.

A few seconds had passed before Kenma heard you hum again. “During second or third grade, I remembered our class doing Christmas trees made out of Perla soap bars cut into squares, and we stuck a few bamboo toothpicks around those squares. Then we stacked them up high atop round monobloc tables and draped fuzzy metallic tassels for a more Christmassy look.”

He looked at you again, eyes full of awe, before staring at the bar of soap in his hands. “Ehh… so much art you can do with a bar of soap, much less a laundry soap bar…” Kenma looked around its white plastic packaging and blue text. “Hm… ‘gently whitens whites’... ‘softens and protects’... ‘helps clothes last longer’... made with natural ingredients… hypoallergenic too, huh?”

“And safe to use it on your skin, too, like you would with a facial soap!” you added cheerfully.

“...pardon?”

“I know! Let’s make some cute things out of these Perla soap bars,” you told Kenma as you quickly stood up from the floor and walked towards the open storage cabinet, grabbing an art toolbox. “Ano… Kenken, can you spread out some old newspaper sheets over the table? With that, we can easily clean up the mess after.”

Your husband nodded. “Un.” The gamer then pulled out a few newspaper pages from under the table and, one by one, spread them across like an open book. Kenma hummed as he ripped the soap bars’ packaging and placed the bars on the table. As soon as you came back with some small chisels, barbecue sticks, and sandpaper, he asked you: “So, are we making some cute elephants today, babe?”

“Mm… nah~ not elephants,” you said, lightly tracing a pattern onto one bar with the barbecue stick. “Why don’t we carve out Bouncing Ball Corp’s animal mascots? I’m making a cute Kenma-Neko here.” You proudly showed him one side of the soap bar with a faint line drawing of Kenma-Neko.

Kenma noticed your cheeks slightly reddened, and he couldn’t help himself but chuckle at your sudden cuteness. Cute. He quickly cleared his throat and turned his head away from looking at you, red also threatening to bloom across his own cheeks. “Ah, sorry I laughed…”

Cute…! My hubby’s so cute even when he laughs! You shook your head (mostly to erase the sudden thought?) and smiled slightly at him. “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it,” you assured Kenma, emphasizing the last word with your finger gently poking his cheek.

“—pf!”

“Ne, which mascot are you gonna make, Kenken?” you asked, carefully shaving around the edges of your soap carving. “Are you making Kuro-Neko?”

Kenma hummed thoughtfully, the tip of the barbecue stick he was holding making some squiggly lines, before he replied: “I’m doing Hina-Garasu.”

“Ehhh~? I thought you’re gonna do Kuro-Neko!” you exclaimed, stifling a giggle. “You know, if Tetsu-kun hears you choosing Shou-chan’s animal personification over your childhood friend’s… I’m pretty sure he’d go jealous, depressed and won’t talk to you anymore; you’re gonna break his heart,” you added jokingly.

“Kuro’s just being his overdramatic self, let him be. Both he and Shoyo are two of my precious friends, and I’m Shoyo’s main sponsor, so I don’t see the reason why Kuro would get jealous over him.” He reached for your cheek and pinched it, earning a slight yelp from you. “Also, Hina-Garasu is much easier to draw than Kuro-Neko, you jelly kitty.”

“J-jealous? Me? H-hey, I’m not—“

“Yes, you are.”

“No!”

“Yes, don’t deny it.”

“Am not…!”

“...”

“...jealous kitten—“

“I am not jealous! Cut it out, geez!”

You closed the Camera app of your phone and flopped your back on the edge of the couch. “And we’re done!”

“Ah~ my hands are aching!” Kenma flopped and rested his head near the couch. His eyes were closed, and both his hands were speckled in white (soap bits) and pink as he brought them into his lap, palms facing upward.

After more than an hour of shaving and smoothing soap bars, you both made at least three soap carvings, and the newspaper-covered table looked like a field of snow with heaps of soap shavings and bits. Aside from the company’s animal mascots, Kenma managed to carve also the Bouncing Ball logo without messing it up (unlike his sorry attempt at recreating the Kodzuken logo on soap, which he passed it on to you).

“That was fun, and listening to you telling me stories of your childhood really was entertaining.”

“Yeah, right~ it was downright embarrassing, though!” You crawled beside him and offered your hands. “Give me your hand, I’ll massage it.”

“Huh? Uh, sure…” Your husband obliged and placed his left hand on your own waiting hands with a soft pat!

“Pfft—!”

“? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked at Kenma, trying your best not to laugh, while you gently rubbed your thumbs on his palm in circular motion. “No, it’s—mmf!—it’s nothing!” This is bad...

He raised a brow at you. “Are you sure?” he asked, slowly pulling his hand away from your grasp. “I can tell from your expression that you’re thinking something funny about me, Y/N…” You quickly grabbed hold of his hand and bowed deeply, though Kenma noticed your cheeks flustered red… maybe due to embarrassment? He’s not a bit sure.

“I’m sorry! When you placed your hand on top of mine a while ago, it reminded me of a cute dog presenting its paw… l-like, you’re giving the dog some basic instructions…,” you blurted out, red fully blooming on both your cheeks.

What…? “So that’s what it is, huh?” Kenma sighed and shifted towards his left, facing you.

“Ken…?” You slightly leaned backwards as he moved a bit forward, his free hand resting on the floor beside you, caging you inside his arms.

“Y/N…” Golden cat-like eyes were staring at your own, his face a few inches from your own; you could feel his warm breath brushing through your lips as he was about to kiss you.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Kenma—“

Ring! Ring! Ring!

“Kenma, your phone’s ringing…”

“Don’t mind it.”

“B-but what if it’s something important? Ah, I can see Tetsu-kun’s contact name flashing on the screen—“

RIIIIIIIIIING!!!

That annoying bedhead! Ping. “I’M BUSY. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

Bonus:

[The next day, 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[08:19. Kuroo Residence.]

“Thank you for receiving our package, sir! Have a good day!”

“You, too!” The sports promoter waved at the delivery man goodbye in front of his doorstep, a small package being carried in one arm, before going inside and towards the kitchen where his brewing cup of coffee was waiting to be sipped.

“Hm? Firipin (Philippines)? From Kenma and Y/N?” he said to himself, reading the information plastered on top of the package. “What could it be…?” Kuroo grabbed a letter opener nearby and started ripping through the tape carefully.

He sniffed through the air. “Smells soapy…,” he mused before finally opening the top lid.

“What are these? Are these soap bars? Why do they come in individually-wrapped packages?” Kuroo asked to himself thoughtfully, feeling a bit culture-shocked as he picked up one and inspected it. He then noticed a slip of paper falling on the floor. “Gotcha!” he mumbled, swiftly grabbing the paper before it hit the floor.

“What’s this cut-out letter of sorts…? ‘Use… these laundry soap bars… like you would… do with a facial soap… Love, Kenma and Y/N.’” He fell silent for a while.

“Why do I feel like I did something wrong to them without me knowing…?”

#hqlabels #kozume kenma #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma x y/n #cultures collide collab #snow and z's selfship collab #tahonet #tht.sinta #hanaya network #tokyometronetwork #🐱saku.fic #kenella ♥️

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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(sorta inspired by your yandere aira but anyway) chiaki scrolling throughout an idol forum out of pure boredom only to find your groups debut album linked to a post. he listens and immediately falls in love, becoming a dedicated fan himself and making sure he shows up to every single event of yours. at first when you meet him (at a meet and greet) he explains how he’s also an idol and how he loves your music. and of course you feel nothing but grateful but there’s this sour feeling in yourself that makes you feel like he’s only doing this as a publicity stunt/or that he pities you for whatever reason. he offers his number but you decline nicely and try to get the next person in line for the meet and greet to continue the work day. Chiaki not getting the hint, proceeds to ask your producer if his group and yours could collab but they decline (may or may not be because of yourself telling them that you don’t want to be around Chiaki). and so Chiaki takes up to “coincidentally” showing up at your favorite coffee place and going so far as to try and interact with you, but you just brush him off again. in which Chiaki starts thinking about potentially putting you in danger just so he could be the hero he is and rush in to save you, leading to you finally falling for him and your guys’ happily ever after! or at least he hopes so

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, implied stalking

Aww I really like this idea! Chiaki can be very passionate about the things he enjoys so I imagine you wouldn´t get him to shut up about just how much he adores your music ( and you!). He´s also very touchy too so he probably goes in for a hug the very first time you meet, not seeing anything wrong with it, I mean you´re both fellow idols and he just really apreciates you, you know? But it would probably get pretty overwhelming soon, with how Chiaki doesn´t seem to leave you alone at all and instead cheerfully asks you for your number every chance he gets, even if you politely declined several times.

And then of course Chiaki just wants to talk to you even badlier! You must be pretty busy with your idol work to not have the time to message him, he understands, really! So he goes to seek you out in your free time, following you into cafés or other shops you like to frequent because he naturally thinks that you have some time for him now!

But then gets very frustrated and sad when you don´t want to talk to him. But he knows that you two would get along super well! He wishes you could just give him a chance :/

Anon, I´ll have to admit that I actually really like the scenario where the yandere puts their darling "in danger" so they can swoop in and save you. It´s usually something done by manipulative yanderes but Chiaki is definitely not that! Maybe he just genuinely believes that he´s saving and protecting you by swooping in chasing away anyone he believes to be a threat.

Please just let him be your one and only hero!

#yandere enstars x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere chiaki #yandere chiaki morisawa x reader #chiaki morisawa #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader #ryuseitai #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #cw obsession #yandere x reader #male yandere

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sugako · 3 years

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supervisor!nanami x intern!reader sum: your internship is cruel and boring, but your primary supervisor and his lingering touches are enough to make you stay for the decadence collab by @sugawara-sweetheart cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, power dynamic (boss/intern), slight age gap implied, semi-public sex/office sex, Dom/sub themes, fingering, slight dumbification, cervix kisses, size kink, creampie, reader is in their 20s, inexperienced reader (sorta/idk its up to interp), reader wears a skirt/has a vagina but no gendered language used wc: 2.3k

You knew the moment you stepped into the stiff, grey office building that this wasn’t what you wanted to do, but you had to complete an internship and this had been the easiest place to get into. At first, you hadn’t been sure if it was worth the experience, or the long hours, or the complicated work that really should have been given to someone with twice the experience as you and probably another degree or two.

Truthfully, there wasn’t much keeping you there. You had the opportunity to find a new place within the first week, but you hadn’t. The little steel string that kept you clinging onto this awful, stuffy job was him. Nanami Kento.

Or, as you usually addressed him, Mr. Nanami. He was your primary supervisor after all. The moment you decided to stay was the moment you realized your little crush had gotten out of hand, not that it stopped you. It was impossible with all the sharp angles of his pretty face, the whisper of his baritone voice when he kindly corrected any mistakes in your work and the lingering touches of his fingers across your shoulders as he leaned in to assist you.

Despite his demeanor, you discovered he wasn’t too much older than yourself, at least within ten years of your own age, that had been the tipping point. Your crush quickly got out of hand. Most nights you spent thrashing around in bed imagining your own hands to be his as they left hot trails down your body, but it was never good enough.

For a while, you resigned yourself to lonely nights and soft brushes of skin, but then one day after he caught you in the middle of twisting your ankle up the steps to the office, it was as though a switch flipped.

Nanami had always found you attractive and he appreciated your work ethic, even if he was well aware this wasn’t a place where you would thrive. He knew he spent a little too long explaining certain things to you, letting his body graze yours whenever given the chance, but he felt you enjoyed it. The way your shoulders tensed and you let out a little shuddery gasp that you thought was silent, when your pretty thighs clenched together under whatever cute skirt or pants you had on that day, the light in your eyes that brightened whenever you looked into his eyes - it all made his heart race even if he kept a straight face.

Seeing you so helpless, if even for a short moment, and the delicious whimper you yelped out had broken his resolve. Sure, he was your boss, but not really since you didn’t permanently work here, he reasoned.

“Come to my office so I can check that everything is okay.” He said, taking your elbow into his hand. “It can be easy to fracture the bones in your ankle and foot, and those injuries shouldn't be taken lightly.”

“Uh, okay.” You stuttered back, heat rushing up to the tips of your ears at the subtle contact. It was early, very early, and there were only a handful of people sleepily milling around. Not enough to be a problem, he thought, silently locking the door behind the both of you.

A bit awkwardly, you situated yourself in the middle of the room, bending your knee to slightly lift your foot off the ground. The ache wasn’t terrible, it barely stung, but who were you to argue with a superior?

“Sit on my desk.” He instructed, shucking his suit jacket off and draping it over the back of the plush chair adjacent to the desk.

Nodding quickly, you scampered into place, perching on the edge with your feet dangling above the floor. The straight line of his mouth just barely quirked up as he sat before you. Your mind spun, unable to help but notice how his knees spread wide apart, and the tightness of his pants around his thighs and hips.

Some little part of his brain was telling him to stop, but his body kept moving, fingers rubbing up against your bare ankle. He had to hold back a low groan when he felt you shiver under his touch and your thighs twitch open just the slightest. Glancing up at you only confirmed what he already knew. The way your eyes drooped down, lips parted as you breathed in those cute, shallow breaths, holding yourself up so nicely for him.

Your breath hitched when he looked at you, his hands sliding at a painfully slow rate up from your ankle. They ghosted over your calves, so steady but so cautious, and all the while his eyes stayed anchored to yours.

“How does it look?” You finally breathed when he reached the backside of your knees. Clenching around nothing, but feeling so on the edge of what you longed for, you let your legs fall open just a bit more, knowing he could see your damp panties if he even flickered his eyes down.

When it took him a moment to respond, you worried you had crossed a line, but after a handful of long seconds, the gears in his head stopped turning when his eyes were cast downward. He didn’t make it to your ankle, vision stopping short when he registered how far your cute skirt had been pushed up and the way he could see the perfect outline of your dripping cunt imprinted against the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Very good, but…” Nanami trailed off, kneading your thighs higher and higher.

“But what?” You asked, voice coming out all breathy and needy. The way his touch sent sparks of electricity cascading down your spine was a sin. Hungry with need, the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitched, the cool air of the office breezing against you.

With curious eyes, you watched as he swallowed hard, his gaze flashing back up to you. “You have a different problem now.” Letting out a small sigh, he stands, caging you in with his arms and looming just centimeters away from your face. “I see how you look at me. How you dote on me, ask me for help even when you don’t need it, how your legs shake when I sit a little too close,” his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip as though to make his point, “and now you’re making a mess on my desk and spreading your legs to show me. Do you really need your boss’ cock that badly?” The way he coos the last question fills your body with heat, but you struggle to look anywhere except directly at him.

“Y-yes, please, want you.” When you stutter out your answer, he squeezes his hips between your legs, the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh.

“You’re very cute, but you act as if you have never been touched properly.” He whispers, letting his head fall against your shoulder, hands pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your hips, completely exposing you.

“They… uh, sorta, but not like,” you shudder out a gasp when his fingers tap against the soaked fabric, grinding your hips into his touch, “...not as good as you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He moans, ignoring his own words as he pulls aside the flimsy fabric and spreads your slick around, circling your clit.

“But I-!” Your words get choked off when he eases a long finger into you, curling it against your spongey walls. “Want you to fuck me, please!” You whine, hips bucking into his hand while you chased release.

He presses a chaste kiss against the side of your neck before he gently pushes you down so your back is flush against the desk and he pulls your hips to the edge, holding your knees wide enough for him to fit. Barely lifting your head up, you watch him as he stands before you. With quick-moving hands, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out and palming it lightly before he leans over you again.

Faintly, you’re aware that you’re in his office, in the office building and if anyone were to walk in there would be a disaster for your work and academic life, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Especially not when Nanami’s heavy cock is resting against your cunt and he’s kissing down the column of your neck.

“Since you’ve never felt a real man, tell me if it’s too much,” he says hoarsely, pulling aside the fabric of your panties again before he lines himself up.

Blankly, you nod at his words, struggling to relax your body as the fat tip pushes past your tight entrance. It’s enough to make you flutter around him, an action he desperately tries to ignore. Your little cunt is gushing, sucking him in and clamping around him so tight he’s worried he might break you. The inside of your lip aches from biting them so harshly, waiting for him to slowly bottom out.

“Happy? You’ve wanted this for so long.” He breathes, looking down at where the two of you are connected and the pretty shine of your wetness under the lamps and early morning sunshine that filters through the window.

“Y-yes.” You answer unsteadily, wrapping your knees around his lower back, needing to feel him more, deeper, harder, anything.

“Usually such a smart person and now all you can say is yes and nod?” He pulls back, nearly slipping out with the way you’re creaming around him, and slams back into you.

“Uh-huh!” Comes your squeaked response, unable to answer properly. Slowly realizing what you said, you attempt to backtrack with a weak, “I mean-” before the words gurgle off into nothing when you feel him hit you deeper than anyone ever has.

The sound of skin slapping and the resounding squelches that fill the space cloud your thoughts up, and all you feel is him. Every movement he made was fast but evenly paced and purposeful and you wondered how he could fit so well against you without ever having known you intimately before. His hands burning against your skin, brushing against your stomach as they hold your hips in place, how he perfectly fills you out, and in the next moment how your chest fills with warmth when his thumb brushes against your aching clit.

“You want to cum?” His voice is far strained than it was when he began, his low breathy moans getting louder by the second.

“Please!” You cry, arms shaking as you held yourself back from grabbing onto him.

All he did was give you a sharp nod, but his fingers were suddenly focused, stroking you so exactly you found yourself at the brink of orgasm in short minutes encouraged on by the way he continued to steadily fuck into you.

“Good,” he whispered as he felt you flutter around him, sucking him in impossibly deeper. Those words were the final straw for you. Before you realized what was happening, you could hear yourself faintly crying out like a far-away echo, body jerking and trembling beneath him as he worked you through it, only taking his hand away when he knew you were spent.

“Such a perfect cunt.” You barely heard him, dazed in your own little world, only feeling now, mumbling out something about how you wanted him to cum inside of you.

He slowed, barely, but his steadiness remained, the only indication that he was close was his cock twitching against your still fluttering walls. Letting out a long, hissed groan he finally let himself go, shuddering against you as he came, filling you up even more from the inside. His body pressed into yours as he simply held you, listening closely to your whimpers and gasps.

As you slipped out of your own brain, coming back to reality, you moaned at the weight of him against you, wrapping your arms to rest around his shoulders. Your legs shook around him, barely staying looped around the back of his thighs now.

Gradually, he propped himself up, almost painfully pulling out of you. Although his cock was barely half hard now, the stretch pulled at you just as much as it did at the beginning. He quickly pulls out the neatly placed pocket square from the jacket draped behind him and cleans himself off while you lay there, still winded and trying to process what happened.

Waiting for you to say something or do anything, he drinks up the sight of your glistening cunt, his cum pooling between your legs as it slowly drips out. The small groan you let out as you sit up with unsteady motions gets his attention, prompting him to lean back over you and clean around your thighs, purposefully ignoring the mess between your legs. You watch his actions, dread creeping in as to what happens next, but all he does is adjust your panties back into place and help straighten out your skirt when you wobble off the desk.

Silently, he holds your hands as you regain your footing.

“Um, thank y-”

“Your internship ends next week, correct?” He cuts you off, taking his hands out of yours and rounding the desk to sit at his chair.

“Yes, it does.” It’s obvious he knows the answer, but you reply anyway. You swallow, clasping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Alright,” he says, scribbling something on the back of a business card, “feel free to call me after your last day.”

A little surprised, you take the card from him and hold it tight, a weight being lifted from your chest. With a little nod, you go to leave.

“Oh, and y/n?”

“Yes, sir?” You chirp. He takes a deep breath, wondering how it would sound if you called him that next time.

“This didn’t happen.”

#sweetheart decadence #nanami smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader

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cryptidmads · 4 years

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alright, so i went through the ama with wan hazmer and daim dziauddian on twitch and picked out every little tidbit i could about the megastars bc i knew you guys would want to know. this is a long post and i’m on mobile atm so i can’t put it under a read more — sorry about that! bosses are in chronological order, starting with DJSS and ending with Eve!

DJ SUBATOMIC SUPERNOVA

- djss took the least amount of time to develop out of all the bosses (haz says his fight took about half a year.)

- daim purposely tried to make djss' name as long as he could. he was specifically looking at negasonic teenage warhead from deadpool for inspiration.

- haz and daim do have the briefing/kliffnotes for djss. they discussed sharing them at some point, but idk when that would happen.

- related to the above, daim says that dj is in his mid thirties. EDIT: his kliffnotes were shared on twitter and they say he’s 41. daim must have goofed haha

- when asked if djss actually has a face and how he eats, daim compares it to kenny from south park and how you never see his face. he thinks dj does have a face in there, but that we just never see it. as for the “how does he eat” part, daim says that sometimes they don’t have to show everything.

- daim is a djneon/neonnova shipper, and it’s one his favourite pairings alongside zuke/mayday.

- daim said that uncle ali basically instantly landed the role as djss. he was that good.

SAYU

- sayu was obviously inspired by hatsune miku and other vocaloids, but haz brings up one particular commercial involving miku and google chrome, which involves a bunch of people collborating on songs and concept art for miku, similar to how sayu started as a collab between remi and tila in-universe.

- someone asked about the models for sayu's crew's apartments. there wasn't much on that, but haz mentions that one of his favourite nsr fanfics (yes, he reads them) is "Road to Redemption," and there's a scene that takes place in a studio where the crew works on sayu, and he really likes that.

- the devs wanted sayu's name to sound both malay and japanese at the same time (as well as a nod to miku). haz says it means “warm water” in japanese.

- akusuka is a direct copy of akihabara in terms of locale.

- sayu’s shellfish commercial is a homage to a real snack in malaysia named mamee monster, which is hugely popular with kids. the format of the commercial itself was inspired by a pocky commercial that featured hatsune miku.

YINU

- her game design (for her boss fight) was partially done in ms paint by music director falk (who made the base version of her boss theme)

- yinu's mom doesn't have a name. she's just mother/mama.

- haz confirmed that yinu's father is, in fact, dead.

- daim thought yinu’s name was a nod to yuna (a popular malaysian artist). it’s not.

- natura is daim’s favourite district. he likes how calm it is compared to the others.

- daim said that they wanted a hint of hope in all three of yinu’s backstory photographs, to show that no matter how bad your life gets, there’s always that glimmer of hope and that good things can still happen.

1010

- the members of 1010 do not have any official names.

- the assets for the autographs were made by the artists at one of the partner companies working with metronomik on nsr. haz and daim didn't really have anything to do with making them, and while daim did approve them for the final game, he was sorta skimming through a bunch of assets along with the autographs, and he didn't realize what they really were at the time until later. haz is impressed with how the fans managed to decipher them.

- 1010's fight was purposefully put between yinu's and eve's as a break from the emotional stuff.

- michael jackson was used as a reference for 1010's animations/moves.

- the Bio Tactical Shield that you get for zuke after beating 1010 is a reference to BTS.

- tangibly related, but the collectable figurines are supposed to serve more as a backstory to vinyl city as a whole, rather than 1010 or neon j. daim describes the figures as what events were going on and what people were doing before the events of nsr.

- 1010’s appearance from older trailers (where they all looked the same) were actually placeholders. 1010’s actual designs weren’t finished yet when those trailers were released.

- parts of 1010’s designs (for their bodies/outfits) were inspired by tron uprising, a project that daim worked on.

- somebody asked why 1010 and neon j have sculpted butt plates. daim and haz have no idea, but daim suggested that ellie (who designed 1010) and jan (who did their character models) put them there to up the “sexy robot” factor.

- daim’s favourite member of 1010 is purl-hew/blue, and haz’s favourite is eloni/green.

- the members of 1010 were designed based on popular tropes in boy bands. rin/white is “the main guy,” zimelu/red is the “bad boy,” purl-hew/blue is the “cool guy,” haym/yellow is the “young/innocent one,” and eloni/green is the “weird/funny one.”

- eloni/green not getting fan mail was based on how the “funny guy” of kpop bands/idol groups don’t seem to get as much attention as the rest of the group.

NEON J

- haz and daim didn't expect neon j to become so popular. haz joked about blaming it on ddaddystar, who did that doodle of djss and neon j from the credits.

- when asked about neon j’s age, daim said he’s definitely older than djss, and that he could be in his forties.

- related to the age thing, someone in chat said he should be older if he went to war in the sixties. haz replied by saying they never mentioned what year the game takes place in, so it doesn’t necessarily take place in the present/2020.

- a lot of people asked about the border wars, and daim and haz said they like leaving the bulk of it up to fan interpretation.

- daim said that neon j’s organs were preserved in a robotic shell after the war, and that’s why he’s considered a cyborg.

- as stated above, daim is a djneon/neonnova shipper, and it’s one his favourite pairings alongside zuke/mayday.

- neon j’s monologue was slightly longer, but it was cut down because zul (neon j’s va) didn’t do very many takes for the monologue, and the takes he did do didn’t have the comedic punch that daim was looking for, so it got shortened.

- the singing parts of neon j’s lines were ad-libbed by zul in his audition, and daim liked it so much that it stayed for the final game.

- neon j’s monologue had to be altered in the japanese dub so that the jokes/comedy would make more sense.

EVE

- the color changing paintings from her boss fight were created by accident.

- eve was put as the last boss because of how emotional her relationship with zuke was and how complicated and intricate she is as a whole compared to the rest of the bosses.

- daim considers eve to be the "final boss" for zuke, while tatiana is the final boss for mayday.

- eve took the longest to develop out of all the bosses. she was orignally a lot more complicated, and daim said they had to "filter" a lot of things about her in order to tone her down and fit her into the game.

- eve was almost scrapped from the game. daim said her concept as an eccentric artist wasn't as well known as the other four bosses’ concepts, and combine that with how long it took to finalize her... yeah.

- none of the artists have set in stone heights because of how the gameplay works, but eve is the tallest one. the closest scene in the game that has them at their actual heights is the ending.

- her name was originally eva, but it was changed bc there’s already a popular artist with the same name.

- daim explains that a big part of eve’s concept and theme is her embracing herself. he uses the example of eve’s backstory where she starts out hating herself and trying to cover the pink half of her face, but then starts doing less of that overtime. he also mentions that all the body parts (hands, arms, legs, etc.) from her fight also come from her embracing her body and using it in her artwork.

- dream fever is haz’s favourite district.

- daim didn’t originally think of zuke and eve as being an actual couple until later down the line when the story heavily implied it.

- eve’s younger designs were done by lzbros, who did all the 2d animation for the game.

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