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moonlight404-translates · 2 months

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A3! Mikage Hisoka | SR - A Silent Vow KISS | Translation

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me. By the way, the director's name will be Izumi. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

Marshmallows Stuffed with Feelings / 1

Hisoka: (I’m glad they had all their new marshmallow products.) Employee: Thank you for your continued patronage. I will add a flyer with our future release. Hisoka: Future release? Employee: Our masterpiece product for White Day. Please, look forward to it! Hisoka: (White Day… I completely forgot about it.) Hisoka: (This new marshmallow release sounds like a good gift for the director…) Hisoka: … Hisoka: (I’ll get some for myself when I come to buy it.)

Hisoka: …I’m home. Izumi: Welcome back, Hisoka-san. Izumi: Where did you go… I guess I don’t have to ask. Those bags tell me everything. Hisoka: Some marshmallows are refrigerated and delicious. I’ll put them in the refrigerator. Izumi: I’m sure everyone will know they are yours, but don’t forget to write your name on them, Hisoka-kun. Hisoka: It’s okay. I already did it. Hisoka: …Director, open your mouth. Izumi: Eh? My mouth… Hisoka: Don’t worry. I’ll give you something nice. Izumi: Okay… Hisoka: …Here. Izumi: Hm? Munch… Ah, such a tasty marshmallow! Strawberry flavored, right? Hisoka: Fufu, correct. Because of how hard the director always works, I’m giving you one of the special ones I bought. Izumi: Thank you. Sweets are the best when you’re feeling tired.

Choice 1: So relaxing.

Izumi: Haah, so soft and relaxing… I can understand why you like marshmallows so much, Hisoka-kun. Hisoka: It looks like you’re happy. I’m glad. …Here. I’ll give you another one. Izumi: Eh, it’s not necessary. You’ll run out of them like this. Hisoka: It’s just one more. Izumi: Okay… thank you, then! Hisoka: …A special one only for the director.

Choice 2: I’ll do my best!

Izumi: Okay, I’ll keep up with the hard work! Hisoka: …I can give you one more marshmallow if you work like that. Hisoka: And later, I will give you some of the marshmallows I put in the refrigerator. Izumi: Fufu, I should do my very best to get some reward marshmallows!

Hisoka: I’m going to my room to take a nap. I have to work in the evening. Izumi: Gotcha. Sleep tight. Hisoka: Thanks. Goodbye.

Homare: Welcome, Hisoka-kun. Hear about this marvelous column I just now— Hisoka: Arisu, wake me up around the time I leave for work. Homare: …Oh, very well. I will wake you up later. Hisoka: Zzz…

Marshmallows Stuffed with Feelings / 2

Izumi: …san! Hisoka-saaan! Hisoka: Did I just hear the director’s voice…? Hisoka: …It was just my imagination… Zzz… Izumi: Wait, don’t fall asleep! Look down here! Hisoka: Ah… tiny director. I think we met before… Izumi: I told you before I’m not your director, I’m a marshmallow fairy! Hisoka: Really…? Izumi: That’s not important. Marshma Lonllon has reappeared. Please, help me! Hisoka: Marshma…? …He must be the one with a body made of marshmallow. Marshma Lonllon: HAHAHA…! It’s me, the one and only Marshma Lonllon!! Hisoka: Yes, that’s it. Can I eat you like last time? Marshma Lonllon: Of course not! Hisoka: … Marshma Lonllon: Anyways, you are planning to gift marshmallows on White Day, aren’t you? Hisoka: How do you know it…? Marshma Lonllon: It doesn’t matter how I know it. More importantly, do you know what is the meaning of giving marshmallows? Hisoka: …I don’t know. What is it? Marshma Lonllon: Well, that… means you hate the other person! Hisoka: ……Eh? Hisoka: Hate…? I didn’t know that… Marshma Lonllon: Humph, I see you don’t know anything at all! Izumi: H-Hisoka, don’t let it get you…! Hisoka: …… ???: …kun. Hisoka-kun!

Homare: Hisoka-kun! Hisoka: …(wakes up surprised) Hisoka: …Arisu? Homare: Are you feeling okay? It’s not time for you to go to work yet, but it seemed you were having a nightmare, so I didn’t think twice and woke you up. Hisoka: Marshma Lonllon… Homare: Marshma…? Hisoka: …Nothing. I just had a strange dream. Hisoka: I’ll go out to get some air for a while.

Tsumugi: …Okay, I finished watering them. Next is… Hisoka: …Tsumugi. Can I watch them by your side? Tsumugi: Ah, Hisoka-kun. Yes, of course. Tsumugi: …You look gloomy, did something happen? Hisoka: I had a strange dream… Tsumugi: A strange dream? Are you okay? Hisoka: I thought about giving the director marshmallows for White Day. Hisoka: But I heard in my dream that giving marshmallows means you hate them… Tsumugi: Aah. Now that you mention it, I’ve heard that meaning before… Hisoka: I’ve given marshmallows to the director and the others until now without knowing it meant something cruel… Tsumugi: So you’re worried about that. Hisoka: … Tsumugi: …Hisoka-kun. Tsumugi: Even if giving marshmallows to others has that meaning, everyone knows you love marshmallows, don’t they? Hisoka: Mhm… Tsumugi: The director and all of us understand how much it means for you to give someone a marshmallow. You don’t need to worry about it. Tsumugi: Besides, the most important thing is the feeling behind it. Tsumugi: No matter what the common meaning is, for you, Hisoka-san, is something special to give someone a marshmallow? Hisoka: Mhm… It’s something really special. Hisoka: I feel better after talking with you. Thanks, Tsumugi. Tsumugi: Fufu, don’t mention it. Hisoka: For White Day, I won’t only give her marshmallows. I’ll add smores and guimauves. Hisoka: I’ll give the director an assortment of my favorite things. Tsumugi: That sounds good! I’m sure she will be happy. Hisoka: …Mhm.

#a3! translation #hisoka mikage #a3!#a3! hisoka #a3! backstage story

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aranarumei · 1 year

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One unfortunate side effect of his sleeping schedule is that Hisoka frequently wakes up in the middle of the night. At first, it’s calming—the utter silence of the dorm feels rather warm in it’s stillness, and sometimes when the moon is bright enough his feet will lead him outside to stare at it and feel something sure settle within himself. Now that he’s gotten his memories back, the moon brings more real reminiscing than it does vague feelings, but tonight, none of that is on his mind.

When he wakes that night it’s to a new moon and soft mumbling. Hisoka breathes in deep and shifts noiselessly to squint at the hazy shape of Arisu kneeling on his bed, half-lit solely by the alarm clock on his nightstand. Even in the fuzzy dark, Hisoka can see the thin lines of his hands clasped in prayer. The vision shakes—Hisoka blinks to steady his eyes, and only after a minute does he realize that Arisu is trembling.

Though Arisu tries his best to keep quiet, Hisoka’s lived a life where his senses needed to be sharp or else.

“But you… I think you were wrong. You will be, at least,” Arisu whispers. A long sigh escapes his mouth. “That thing… it can happen to me. Someone like me… I can have it. I can give it back.” His last words leave a long stretch of silence in their wake, so long that Hisoka considers returning to sleep, but Arisu hasn’t yet moved from his current pose. “And even if… it never happens, it is okay,” Arisu says. “I will be fine. I will. I do not imagine I will ever stop wanting it, but—“ His voice cracks. “I will be fine.”

Hisoka wants to leap from his bed right now and comfort him. He wants to tell Arisu that the thing he wants is right in front of him. That Hisoka can see it glittering deeply and brightly in his eyes and that he’ll be adored by it for the rest of his life. He wants to tell him that he’ll have as much of it as he wants wherever, whenever.

But right now Arisu looks sleepless and scared and on the verge of tears and Hisoka, more than anything, doesn’t want to make him cry. When you’re sleepless it can wreck your brain and make feel so crazy that even the right things can feel strange, and he’s not willing to chance that, especially on his own.

Instead, he waits as a weary exhale leaves Arisu’s still-kneeling form, and watches carefully as Arisu tucks himself back into bed. He’s asleep soon enough, and when enough time has passed that the sky is beginning to lighten with the cracks of dawn, Hisoka sneaks over to Arisu’s fancy writing desk, steals a pen, and scribbles a shaky ink heart into his open palm. He does it enough times that the outline is thick as marker, and then he runs a hand through a lock of Arisu’s hair. It’s soft between his fingers. Then he leaves the pen curled in Arisu’s still-open hand, and moves back to his own bed.

When he wakes, Arisu is on top of him, eyes glittering bright with unshed tears. “You! Hisoka Mikage!” he shouts as soon as Hisoka blinks awake.

“What?”

“You are so frustrating!” he exclaims, jabbing a pointed finger at Hisoka’s ribs. “Truly maddening!”

“Hm,” Hisoka says. “You’re happy?”

“Of course I am!” Arisu says. “It’s to the point I could recite poems spontaneously! Dozens of them!”

“Tell me, then,” Hisoka challenges, and Arisu leans down and whispers that thing over and over and over again, ballpoint pen pressing ink hearts on Hisoka’s face. Though it’s a little difficult with a pen pushing against his cheek, Hisoka repeats every word with an equal amount of feeling.

#'kiri aren't you in the middle of awakening moon. what possessed you to--' I DONT KNOW.#i think they should just be able to say l-o-v-e impeded to each other.#and i think homare in specific has hangups abt romantic love as applicable to him in particular #but now that he's much better off cannot really vocalize it #a3 #a3!#hisohoma #my writing #kiri.txt

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Troupe Event Translation - Sunny Blanc (3/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: And so, I’d like to start our meeting to discuss Winter troupe’s 9th performance.

Homare: It is finally time.

Tsumugi: Sorry you had to postpone it due to my situation.

Guy: It is not a problem.

Azuma: I’m glad your grandma is feeling better.

Tsumugi: Sorry for worrying you. It was nice I got to take my time and talk with my grandmother for the first time in a while though.

Hisoka: …I’m sure your grandma was happy.

Tsumugi: Yeah, she was.

Tasuku: …

Izumi: By the way, Tsuzuru-kun will be absent today since he suddenly had to take care of his little brothers at home.

Tasuku: Similar things keep happening, huh?

Izumi: As usual, Tsuzuru-kun said he’s open to hearing any requests you may have. If anyone wants to play the lead, please speak up.

Hisoka: …Can I do it?

Izumi: Hisoka-san? Yes, of course.

Tasuku: It’s rare for Mikage to hold himself out.

Hisoka: Recently, I’ve… been dreaming about my family, August, and recalling the past. And earlier, Director said if that’s the case, then August might be coming over to see how I’m doing… …So I thought I’d like to put in a little more effort and show him how Mikage Hisoka has grown as an actor.

Azuma: Fufu. I see. You have to do your best as the lead then.

Guy: I am sure your family will be happy too, Mikage.

Tsumugi: I think that’s a great thought.

Tasuku: In that case, you should pass your request on to Minagi too.

Hisoka: I’ll think about it…

-pause-

Izumi: Alright, let’s wrap this up here for today. We’ll hold another meeting with Tsuzuru-kun in attendance next time.

Tasuku: Sounds good.

Guy: Understood.

Azuma: By the way, it looks like they’re holding the World Market right now. We went there together after our 6th performance, didn’t we?

Izumi: Everyone in Summer troupe went last time too. So they’re holding it again, huh?

Azuma: It was well received, so I heard they opened even more events. Everyone seemed to have fun last time, so why don’t we go together again if the time works out?

Izumi: Great idea!

Homare: I would certainly love to go. There will be a whole variety of items from all over the world, so there will be a plethora of interesting items.

Guy: We might get some lucky finds as well.

Azuma: Well, it will be open for a while, so let’s go after our play run finishes and things have calmed down.

Hisoka: …Zzz.

*dream starts*

August: I’ve got something nice today.

Hisoka: What is it?

August: A regular at the candy shop gave me some nicely scented body soap. They said they get sent a lot of it from their relatives that live overseas. It smells a bit unusual but pleasant, doesn’t it? Here, you can use it too, December.

Hisoka: Sure. (In the past, I never could’ve imagined that I’d be able to take a warm shower while using such nice smelling body soap.)

*dream ends*

Hisoka: (Again…) —.

Tasuku: —.

Hisoka: ?

Tasuku: Did you wake up? I’m going to choke if you put that much pressure on me.

Hisoka: Ah, sorry.

Tasuku: Geez. I’m going to put you down if you’re awake. Walk on your own.

Hisoka: Was I asleep…?

Tasuku: You passed out on the sofa after our meeting.

Hisoka: (I smell something nice…) …Tasuku, did you take a bath?

Tasuku: Hm? I did.

Hisoka: Hmmm…

Tasuku: Why do you ask?

Hisoka: No reason. (Yep, it was a scent once again… whenever I remember August, I always feel like I’m smelling something similar.) (August is closely watching over me… That’s what I want to think, yet I can’t help but feel uneasy…) (Just how many memories with August have I forgotten… I hate this… I don’t want to forget anymore.) …

Tasuku: Hey, why are you sleeping again? Geez, I have to carry you in the end, huh…

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a3yumemira · 1 year

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Yume Directors getting caught Acting: A series 8

Master Likes a Mystery

Homare hummed along to himself as he made his way to the lounge to grab a nice cup of tea to accompany him in his writing endeavors. He was pleasantly surprised to see both directors there and very nearly greeted them, but was forcibly shushed by Hisoka, who came out of - seemingly - nowhere and placed a hand over his mouth before he could get a word out.

Homare looked at him rather indignantly. Hisoka just looked over at the directors.

“Sagishima,” Mira said, without looking up from the work they were doing, “A cup of tea, would you?” They asked. Yubi bowed slightly, their stance reminiscent of how Homare held himself during rehearsal.

“Of course, Shiki-sama.” They said, before heading into the kitchen. Mira continued to stay seated at the table, scribbling something down on the paper in front of them. Homare was confused. He understood that they were acting as the Leads in the new Winter play, but what he didn’t understand was why. More specifically, why they were practicing in this way. He could understand the directors asking himself and Hisoka to participate in this kind of acting exercise. So why were they doing this?

“Oh? Guests?” Mira asked, looking up and noticing them. “Ah, Mikage-san, Arisugawa-san, what business do you have here?” They leaned back in their chair and regarded them with the confidence that Shiki should have. It was strange to see, Homare could not lie. Of course, he didn’t get to see them act very much. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“If you’ll have us.” Hisoka said, walking over to the table and taking a seat. Homare followed him, deciding to take up his position as his butler instead of trying to act like an equal. He caught Mira’s eye, who raised a brow slightly at him, but it was subtle enough that he could have imagined it.

“Sagishima, we need an extra cup.” Mira said a little bit louder. Yubi came from the kitchen with a tray with a teapot and two cups on it shortly after. They set it on the table. “Oh, that was quick.” Mira said, genuinely surprised. “It’s almost like you were aware we’d be having guests.”

“I am not omniscient, my lord.” They said, with a small smile. Homare watched as they poured the tea into the cups. Their movements were refined, as if they had practiced the movements a million times. “Though I may have seen them hovering by the door.” They added after a moment.

“And yet you didn’t think to notify me? How rude you’ve made me out to seem.” Mira said with faux offense.

“Two sugars or one?” Yubi asked Hisoka as they presented him with his tea.

“Three.” He said.

“Hisoka-san, that is a tad excessive.” Homare chastised him. Hisoka looked at him. Yubi put three in anyway, an easy smile on their face. “You need not indulge him.”

“Your butler is quite uptight, Mikage-san.” Mira commented. Hisoka shook his head and sighed.

“He’s the best I’ve had, I can put up with it.” They shared a smile. “We interrupted your work, didn’t we? May I ask what it is you were doing?” Mira looked down at the paper in front of them before sighing, sitting back, and taking a sip of tea.

“The budget.” They said, sounding more tired. “My father decided it was high time I could do this kind of work on my own.” Homare wasn’t sure if they were still in character or if they had been referring to Sakyo. Hisoka nodded regardless.

“My lord, perhaps it is time for a well-deserved break so you may catch up with your friend.” Yubi suggested. Mira looked at them and smiled.

“Excellent suggestion.” They said, setting their cup on the table. There was a moment of silence before Homare couldn’t bear it any more.

“What is the point of you two doing this exercise?” He asked. Both directors looked at him in surprise before laughing and looking at each other.

“It’s to help us better understand the characters.” Yubi explained.

“It’s also really fun. Don’t worry, I didn’t force them to do this with me.” Mira assured them, their posture looking a little more natural. “I felt really bad ordering them around, so I only asked them for a few things.”

“I liked doing those things.” Yubi said, sitting down. Homare looked at them and then had an idea.

“I’ll get some more cups. We can’t let this tea go to waste.” He told them, heading into the kitchen. “Also, was it necessary to give Hisoka-kun three sugars?” He asked. Yubi laughed nervously.

“Indulging is okay sometimes…?” They offered as a reason.

“Okay, but, we’re talking about the marshmallow fiend.” Mira had an amused smirk as they said those words. Hisoka didn’t react, just sipping his tea. “He indulges all the time.”

“Fair…” Yubi deflated slightly. Homare returned with the tea cups and poured the tea out for himself and Yubi, before presenting their cup to them with a flourish.

#a3! yume

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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AHH I RAN HERE WHEN ON THE A3 X READER TAG YOUR REQS WERE OPEN I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THEY ARE!! ^-^

Could I please request headcanons for hisoka mikage with an s/o who is really strong but also short like when he is sleeping somewhere unsafe his s/o will quickly pick him up and lay him somewhere where its safe and everyone is just so shook?? I am pretty short and people have made this whole assumption that I have to be protected because of my height, they get so shocked when I do something out of strength 😭😭

Anyways I hope you have a great day I heard that tumblr is making your requests dissappear like a magic trick when they shouldn't be, why tumblr gotta be so mean sometimes >:( please stay safe, drink lots and eat properly!! 🌻🌻

— 🐸 anon

AAAHHH! *hugs you* you are so adorable!! ily! ;w;

Yeah, that really made me super sad Dx And thank you so much for your support and love ;w; it means the world to me! Thank you! I really hope that you like it and have a great day, my dear froggy!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

💤 Everybody knows about Hisoka’s bad habit of falling asleep everywhere, like really everywhere! Even in dangerous places or anywhere the actors could trip over him. 💤 Whenever no one dragged the poor man away, you were the one who did it, but no actor had ever seen you doing it… 💤 One day, they just got tired of dragging the sleepy white-haired man to his bed, so jokingly, Banri told you, Hisoka’s s/o; “Hey, can you bring him back to his bed?” Thinking that you can’t do it, as you were so small. 💤 Pretty small people aren’t strong after all, right? Well, that’s what all of them thought, while Banri chuckled at his own little question, only to get shocked by the sight. 💤 You smirked at your friends, walking to your calm boyfriend, that dreamt about a paradise full of marshmallows and picked him up, as if he weights nothing! 💤 Taichi was the first one to gasp. “Wow! How are you so damn strong!? I want to be so strong too! Maybe then I will be cooler too!” 💤 That was the day, everyone of the Mankai Company got that small voice in the back of their head, telling them to never mess with you, as you could probably kick their asses too… 💤 But it was also the day in which you got a new job. “Bring your boyfriend back to safer places.” You were strong and the other ones, might be a bit lazy sometimes… 💤 Hisoka could truly be happy by having you as his s/o! You were after all the one person who always bought him to safer places, so he can continue his nap there!

#🐸 anon #a3! x reader #a3! imagines #a3 imagines #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 x reader #a3! game #hisoka mikage imagine #hisoka mikage imagines #mikage hisoka imagine #mikage hisoka imagines #hisoka mikage x reader #mikage hisoka #hisoka mikage

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leaving-grapefruitss · 2 years

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wheee tanchu for the suggestions ^w^ if u haven’t seen my prev post i drew cheeb homare onto my first digital painting :D

i feel bad tagging ppl but uh

@everwisp tanchu for suggesting guy ;w; he came out so cute :3

@a3hihi oim ^w^ <3 bc oim is hsuband <3

@lychee-ramenwater hisoka for the bestie bc there ain’t no way i can draw azami’s man bun

uh tagging myself and all the other tsuzu stans bc TSUZU 😩

and tagging all the rubber duck stans 😩

lmk who to add next ;3

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imaginesfora3 · 3 years

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Can I request 4, 8, 19, 22 with Hisoka?

(19 answered already)

Mikage Hisoka:

4. ♥ Do they spend a lot of time in the courting stage or attempt to get to first base as fast as possible?

It’s an interesting situation with Hisoka because, while many would wait before slipping into bed with their loved ones, Hisoka had been sleeping in yours even before you were dating. It’s a purely innocent action as it truly is just to sleep, he liked being close to you and your scent was calming to him, but he knew that it might make you uncomfortable once the relationship moved to something more romantic. He’s never really had experience with romance so he’s not sure of the proper steps to take, telling you he’ll just follow your lead and that he trusted you to let him know if he was going too far.

8. ♥ Are they loyal to their partners?

Of course. Hisoka is a confusing mess of memories and anyone who was patient with him through that process was someone who clearly deserved his loyalty. He has a bit of an attachment to you as well since you were so comfortable to sleep on, explaining he was like a cat who had found their favorite person. Hisoka wanted you to know while he might be asleep half the time his dreams are always about you, smiling as he said it makes him more excited to wake up because he knows you’ll be there.

22. ♥ Tell us about a sacrifice they made for their significant other.

Hisoka would give his life for yours in a heartbeat. When Chikage came around, threatening to shatter the peace surrounding his life, he’d never felt more fear in his heart. He knew you would be the last person targeted just because you being taken away would hurt the most, and he would do anything to stop that from happening even if it meant exchanging his life. There would be no hesitation when it came to negotiating a trade, willing to subject himself to torture for years on end if it meant you were allowed to go free.

#Mikage Hisoka #Hisoka Mikage #A3 #A3!#A3 x Reader #A3 Imagines #A3! x Reader #Mikage Hisoka x Reader #Hisoka Mikage x Reader #Courting Meme

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finch-writes · 3 years

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winter troupe & back hugs

✧ winter troupe & reader / headcanons, fluff ✧ spring troupe / summer troupe / autumn troupe

tsumugi: please he gets so flustered if you do, especially in the morning when he's still half asleep. probably circumstantial backpack hugs with this one, more likely to pull you in by the waist for a proper hug.

tasuku: arm around your shoulders instead of hug from behind, but it was suggested he try it at some point and he's got to admit he's a bit curious on the reaction. surprisingly chill with being hugged from behind?

hisoka: similar to misumi, but doesn't do it in public. 50% chance he falls asleep and drags you down with him, congrats on being caught in the sleepy hisoka vortex. take a nap. he is simply too flighty to be hugged from behind, let him come to you.

homare: more likely to put a hand on your upper back and go in for a cheek kiss, it doesn't really occur to him! depends on his mood whether or not he's fine being hugged, but he will politely inform you if he's not as he’s twisting out of reach.

azuma: prime offender number three my beloved, that's him. sets his chin on your shoulder to have a stickybeak. also has ulterior motives. loves being both the hugger and the hugged, twists back to kiss your forehead.

guy: unlikely, but possible? confused the first time you did it but got really chill with it really quickly, genuinely likes being hugged from behind. oddly calming for him, he can't pin why. probably likes being hugged more than hugging in this scenario.

#a3! actor training game #a3! imagines #a3! x reader #winter troupe #my writing #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #guy #(the autofill tags for guy. what the fuck tumblr)

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a3-equalsix · 4 years

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How the Winter Troupe boys respond to "can you buy me pads" text:

sPliSh SpLasH

#act! addict! actors!#a3! game #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors! imagines #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 #a3! azuma #a3! hisoka #a3! tasuku #a3! homare #a3! tsumugi #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #homare arisugawa #hisoka mikage #azuma yukishiro

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juuten · 3 years

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Unto the Path(s) We Choose | Winter Troupe

Aimee said: I am so grateful for the opportunity to write for A3! Soundtracks zine. Because of this, I weaved up one of my masterpieces :D

Even though the theme is supposed to be the Winter troupe's dynamics based on ‘to bloom...’, it is actually difficult to define. This is because the troupe members themselves do not know how to describe their relationship (besides them consisting of adults). Either way, there’s still something that intertwines them that made them a tight-knitted group.

Let me know your interpretations or thoughts on this piece! I’m so interested in your insights~

But before that, do check out my fellow contributors’ pieces! I’m sure their works are magnificent.

Special thanks to @fieryanmitsu, who constantly beta-read and willingly gave their insights to me. I’m so grateful to you and I learned a lot from you!

WARNING: Implied spoilers about everyone’s past. Read at your own discretion.

Tsumugi knew the moment he bought that train ticket that he should have been ready to move forward.

He climbed down the snow-covered stairs of Veludo Station. Then at the corner of the street, he saw a crowd around a performing group. Tsumugi’s lips curled upwards. Watching performances and acting in his beloved town always brought a smile to his face even though he left for so long.

He was about to head towards the current etude, but his feet stopped as a familiar face appeared before him.

“...Why are you here?”

Shivers went down Tsumugi’s spine. Were they from the freezing air that blew past him or the glare from the man in front of him?

Tsumugi sheepishly smiled at him. “It’s been a while…”

His greeting was received by a chilling silence. With that, Tsumugi looked everywhere except at his old childhood friend.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tsumugi spotted an abundance of two species of flowers situated on a planter box beside a lamppost. Snow enveloped their petals, leaving only a glimpse of their vibrant colors. But a gardener’s eye would not be easily veiled. The purple ones each had three large rounded petals, acting as the crown of the small bud at its center. It was simple but elegant, fitting the title “Queen of Flowers.” Meanwhile, the yellow ones were yet to bud. Nevertheless, the gardener had a guess.

Tsumugi turned to Tasuku and pointed at the flowers with twinkling eyes. “I think the yellow ones are narcissus and the purple ones are orchids.”

“Talking about flowers so suddenly…” Tasuku sighed. Despite being apart for years, Tsumugi was the same. If Tasuku was often immersed in his role for an upcoming play, Tsumugi was the one who became engrossed whenever talking about flowers. Once entering that state, it was difficult to divert his attention to another topic unless it was acting.

But why should he bring up acting to the person who ran away from it? With that thought, he had no choice but to play along.

“What do they mean, then?” Tasuku asked. Tsumugi tensed up, the sparkles in his blue orbs vanishing. Tasuku noticed it, but made no effort to ask further.

“Narcissus means rebirth and new beginnings. That’s why…” Tsumugi balled his hands into fists. “That’s why I came back here. I wanted to act again.”

Tasuku’s eyes turned into slits. “After running away and then suddenly showing up, you think you can say that?”

“Tasuku…” Tsumugi’s fists unclenched and his shoulders slumped. Letting out a shaky breath, he said, “Do you know I always remember you whenever I see orchids?”

Tsumugi longingly gazed at the snow-clad orchids. “Like you, they present themselves with dignity. That’s one of the reasons I respect you as an actor.”

Then he turned to Tasuku with a tender look. “More than that, I have admired your acting ever since we were in the drama club. It made me love theatre more. That didn’t change when you became part of God Troupe.”

Tasuku gaped at Tsumugi's words for a second before clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. “You could've stayed.”

Tsumugi hung his head low. “I couldn’t back then."

On that day, I realized—my acting was far from good enough for me to be on stage.

With a sad smile on his lips, Tsumugi murmured a ‘goodbye’ before walking past Tasuku. Tsumugi wrapped his coat tighter around him as if protecting himself from the harshness of the winter night.

Meanwhile, a question that Tasuku had forcibly locked up inside his heart re-emerged—did Tsumugi even know how much he admired his acting? It was an act that drew you with every move. He could never imitate such an elegant and subtle form.

But like in the past, he kept such thoughts to himself. After passing the God Troupe auditions, Tasuku had thought it was best to be silent towards his life-long friend. He did not want to come off as boastful since Tsumugi had been rejected. However, it ended in his childhood friend’s sudden departure.

Now that Tasuku saw him again, the flames of regret and resentment blazed in his heart. He shoved Tsumugi away from him, repeating yet again his mistake.

How could I stand on stage with you again?

Blinded by his frustration, Tasuku almost crashed into a rose shrub near a shop as he headed in the opposite direction of Tsumugi.

Homare knew the moment he saw his lover’s glistening tears that he had wounded her again.

Her hands gripped the paper so tight, the paper creased. “Homare… are you making fun of me?”

Homare set down his cup of tea on the table. “Certainly not, my rose. I intended to soothe your bruised heart—”

“By pointing out my insecurities with metaphors in your poem?”

Homare opened his mouth, but his beloved gave no time for him to answer. “Homare, I drafted billions of plans and spent sleepless nights for this project. I faced many rejections too. Now that it’s come into fruition, how will you feel if barely anyone acknowledges you?”

“It’s so frustrating because I feel like I’m still a failure!” She slammed her hands and the crumpled paper on the tablecloth, making other customers worriedly glance at them.

“That’s why I need your emotional support, Homare. But...” With more tears slipping from her eyes, she said, “you’re really a broken cyborg.”

The woman stood up and shoved the crumpled paper into his chest before she left. Homare was frozen on his seat, his eyes glued to the paper. The whispers surrounding his table faded into the background; his now ex-lover’s words echoed in his mind.

A broken cyborg… is that who I am?

Homare lowered his head in shame. Whenever he tried to help and comfort his (former) lover, it always ended with her in tears. But that did not stop him from attempting to express his kindness. Since his (former) lover was severely in low spirits, he had dedicated nights to perfect his poem for her. He never thought it would become a sword that tore her soul into pieces.

Homare snapped out of his thoughts when a waiter stopped by his table. “Sir, are you alright?”

“Do not worry. I am merely contemplating today's events.” He bowed at the waiter. “I apologize for the trouble I have caused. Please give me the bill.”

The waiter nodded before leaving. After a while, he returned with the bill. Homare placed the required amount of money on the table and left the restaurant.

As he wandered around the snow-engulfed streets, Homare heaved a deep sigh. He grabbed his pocket watch from his coat’s pocket. He checked the time only to see its hands still again.

Before Homare became aware of it, his feet had led him to a watch shop. The first thing that caught his attention was the shop’s sign that offered watch repairs. Homare stared at his pocket watch with a crestfallen expression. No matter how many times his co-workers suggested getting his watch fixed, he could not. He had always felt like the watch was a reflection of himself. Similar to it, the gears of his heart stopped working a long time ago. He never understood a person's thought process and hurt people countless times. As his ex-lover had called him, he was a broken cyborg.

Perhaps grandmother also thought the same when she gave the watch to me.

As Homare read the shop’s sign once more, he clutched the pocket watch towards his chest. What if the watchmaker told him that his pocket watch could no longer be fixed? Then it was possible that he was beyond repair as well. It would mean he would forever remain as a broken cyborg who shattered people's hearts regardless of his intentions.

Homare shook his head and put back the watch inside his coat pocket. "‘We know what we are, but know not what we may be.’"

Noticing the potted unbloomed white anemones in front of a nearby apartment, the poet said, "Though I wish to become like those gentle flowers who never hurt anyone."

With the pocket watch feeling heavier inside his coat pocket, Homare walked down the street away from the watch shop.

Hisoka knew the moment he was pushed off the cliff that he was on the brink of death.

As he let the waters consume him, moments from minutes ago flashed before his eyes.

There was an unspoken rule when you were cornered—die or be captured by your enemies. But Hisoka found it uncanny for the enemies to ambush them at the same secluded cliff.

Nevertheless, he ripped the little bottle off his necklace and drank its contents down to the last drop. Instead of a swift painless death, an intense headache seized Hisoka. He turned to the man beside him and searched his eyes for an explanation.

The man tenderly smiled despite the red puddle forming around him. “I wanted you and April… to live a new life…”

How could he when he failed to protect his family? How would April feel if he found that out? And in the first place, Hisoka could never live with erased memories about his family.

Besides, who would even accept him after all he has done?

Forgotten memories did not mean he was in a clean slate. There was the possibility of someone discovering his true identity, endangering the people near him. After witnessing the death of his precious family member, he could not let that happen again.

As Hisoka’s consciousness slowly slipped away, he remembered his dying family’s last words.

"Please… fulfill it… for me..."

Hisoka's eyes shot open. If he were alive, then his family’s death would not be in vain. Would he also have that silly grin on his face up there?

Hisoka swam towards the surface of the sea and gasped for breath. He looked in all directions, his eyes lingering on the cliff. He shook his head and took a deep breath. Before he dove again, his head excruciatingly throbbed. Black spots slowly covered his vision. Hisoka bit his tongue, the metallic taste of blood penetrating his tongue.

It felt like he had swum kilometers before he finally saw the shore. When Hisoka emerged from the waters, his face would have landed on the snowy sand if not for his (wobbling) arms.

At the corner of his eye, he saw the waters near the shore carrying a cup-shaped red flower. He turned around and picked it up. Brushing his fingers on its few ovate petals, the color reminded him of his family's burning desire of giving him a new start.

Hisoka gently placed the camellia at the edge of the beach. Then he stood up, watching the waters bury the flower before turning his back to the sea.

"Goodbye… and thank you."

He never knew he could cry until he felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Hisoka did not bother to wipe them; it was the only time he could show weakness. He would take this chance to grieve for the man who had let him experience the warmth of a family.

Suddenly, Hisoka’s head pounded again. His body dropped on the snowy sand. The man could hardly move and his heart beated erratically. After countless attempts, he managed to stand. With trembling knees and ragged breaths, Hisoka trudged forward while gazing at the dark starry sky.

Unbeknownst to him, four strangers walking along a path of their own lives also witnessed the same view.

Azuma knew the moment he opened his eyes that there would be no one beside him.

The lamp on the nightstand shed light on the empty spot on the bed. He could still smell his client’s perfume on the pillow beside him. But like their scent and any other client, their presence was fleeting. The only constant in his life was the shadows that greeted him from the dark empty corners of the room.

His hand wandered on the space beside him. “As always, I didn’t get to say ‘take care’…”

Azuma let out a shaky sigh, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. He wanted to sleep again before those thoughts consumed him.

He was about to grab the essential oil on top of his drawer, but his hand stopped midway. Azuma laid his hand on top of a metallic key instead, feeling its coldness. He brushed his fingers over the rust. His heart tremendously ached. The rust reminded him of how long he had lived all by himself. Despite burying it in the deep corners of his mind for years, the memory of his brother and parents leaving that day still haunted him.

Azuma clutched the key inside his fist. “Don’t leave…”

He should have said that to his family at that time. But Azuma had swallowed his words back then; he had thought they would return as always. He had believed there would be another chance to go on a trip with them.

However, life had chosen his family as the next unfortunate souls.

Azuma rapidly blinked his eyes to stop his tears from falling. After a few deep breaths, he slowly rose from the bed.

I need a drink.

He took his wallet and phone from the top drawer. Azuma stared at the key on his palm once again before placing it inside his wallet. Then he wore his mint coat that hung on the closet’s handle. After tying the laces of his boots, he went outside.

As Azuma strolled along the snow-covered streets, his ears perked up at the sudden sound of laughter and lively chattering near him. He searched for the source and saw a large building at the side. His lower lip quivered. If only he could live in a place like that, then it would keep his nightmares at bay.

From the corner of his eye, Azuma saw a flyer taped on the lamppost beside the building. He approached it and read its contents.

MANKAI Company’s Winter Troupe Auditions. Azuma glanced at the signboard hanging at the entrance of the lively building. It had the same ‘M’ on the middle of the poster’s logo.

He took a photo of the flyer without a second thought. Then Azuma quickly walked away, passing by the pots of yet-to-bloom yellow ranunculus. After buying sake, he would go to the beach and drink there. Then he would gaze at the stars with one goal in mind—pass the audition and live in that dormitory. Certainly, there would be people there to greet him everyday instead of the shadows.

And he would have the chance to say ‘take care' before they left.

While the five men's anguish continued to crush their souls, a whisper of their desire resonated in their hearts—to find a path that turns their regrets into opportunities and grants them a life with budding hopes and dreams.

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