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pinkhairedlily · 1 year

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The Day Sakura Stopped Being Human

Summary: Strong smell of tobacco cuts through the petrichor. The smoke comes from the branches above her. He’s tall, around nine feet, or probably more than that when he stands upright. Stories say they enjoy making people walk in circles. The only way to end it is to reverse one’s clothes. “You’re a kapre.” “And I heard you would like a smoke.” Rating: Teens and up

For Kakasaku Halloween Week 2022 @kkskevents | AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42752997

Sakura gives up lighting the candle. The wind is strong, and the rain seems to have no intention of letting up. It’s a good thing she deferred on buying flowers. She only had enough until next week. She tightens her hold on her umbrella as she feels the gusts come her way. No use; it bends upwards, drenching her from head to toe.

Time and elements have eaten away the letters on the stone on the fifth floor of a grave apartment. To a stranger, it’s unmarked. To her, it’s a brief interlude of sunshine. How cruel — to have someone’s life be remembered through a bunch of lines.

Sakura waits for the tears. It’s always better to cry when it’s raining.

Most funerals fall on rainy days. She wished it was like that when her parents died, but the actual forecast was sunny. Not too humid, not too hot. The perfect summer day on a beach. No rain fell that day so she couldn’t cry.

When she went home, she tried to make a meal for herself. There was leftover rice on the rice cooker. She heated a pan to fry an egg, the last one in the fridge. She cracked it just fine. She watched as the edges made small bubbles before turning brown and crisp, waited until all but the yolk cooked (she liked her eggs runny), then she tried to scoop it onto her plate. The bottom stuck, and the yellow spilled over.

Right, it was still food.

She turned off the gas, assumed her position at the table for the last 13 years, and ate. Fat teardrops slid on her cheek. The rice went bad and the egg was unseasoned. She missed her parents.

Present day Sakura pats the wet blades of grass off her clothes and finds shelter under the thick canopy of balete, a strangler tree. A line of them has taken residence along the walls of the cemetery. Stories about them are plentiful across places, from cities to mountains. No one dares to cut them down lest they invoke the wrath of its otherworldly residents.

She only sees them as trees. Good for the environment but parasitic. Eats up non-balete species easily. Might also eat up the graves in less than a century. Some part of her is grateful for them; they’re one of the reasons why lots at the back are cheap. But if she doesn’t pay the next installment next month, Mebuki and Kizahi’s bones will be replaced by someone else. (She hopes the balete grows overnight and takes over the whole place.)

Ironic considering how no one is visiting the dead when it’s All Souls Day. People pay for space and markers as grand tributes and never come back again. Some bullshit.

“I would kill for a smoke right now.”

Strong smell of tobacco cuts through the petrichor. It’s distinct from normal nicotine sticks or the trendy vape tools. The sharp scent brings her back to her auntie’s house in the province, stringing fresh tobacco leaves and hanging them up to dry. When the leaves roll up nicely, that’s when she knows she did a good job.

The smoke comes from the branches above her. She follows the trail of the roots and its draping limbs until she sees the rorschach blots of orange and red before they could disperse in ash gray wisps.

He’s tall, around nine feet, or probably more than that when he stands upright. Sakura sucks at metrics. His hairy legs dangle loose over the branch — it’s a wonder how the wood can hold its weight.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not lost,” Sakura says out loud.

“Yes, I can see you.” She’s expecting a more guttural noise but his is flowy and clear, almost like how a violin would sound. “And yes, I haven’t played a prank on you yet although the desire is tempting.”

Stories say they enjoy making people walk in circles. The only way to end it is to reverse one’s clothes. “You’re a kapre.” A pervy one at that.

“And I heard you would like a smoke.”

He jumps down from his position with a loud thud and settles on the cradle of the humongous balete roots. Pretty sure his landing would have carved out a hole in the earth. Oddly enough, being at arm’s breadth from this supernatural creature doesn’t ignite fear in her. Paralysis, anxiety, cold, desperation, fight or flight — all of these abandoned her psyche.

She’s simply tired.

And she needs a smoke so bad.

The kapre opens his metal tin the size of her torso. She gingerly picks the one in the middle and cuts a third out of it; no way is she gonna smoke an arm-sized roll. That would be like contracting lung cancer in just two long drags.

She sits beside him, much more conscious of their size difference, and asks for a light. He leans in towards her roll, and that’s the only time she feels scared.

Because he doesn’t look like a kapre. He looks beautiful.

Oh, she underestimated her cockiness.

She coughs when the nicotine hits her lungs. His laughter is a rumble, quite a nice companion to the pitter-patter of rain, if only she isn’t fighting for her life being cool and unaffected. Sakura always had walls to build, but seconds only with him, and she’s a mess. Absurd.

“It had been a long time,” she says as an excuse.

“So you say.” He takes another long drag. That tobacco roll seems to never run out.

“You look more of a mix.”

“Please don’t loop me with the kinds of tikbalang - part horse, part human. They look horrendous.”

"True. The proportions don't match with them." Smoking gets easier. Familiarity, with something you hate and love, makes it difficult to forget. It's always in the back of one's head. "So what are you? An albino?"

The kapre considers the word for a moment and shrugs. "Probably."

Sakura sharply turns to his side. "Wait — your engkanto mom probably had an affair with a kapre!"

The creature smirks at her. "Hmm. Perceptive. You're right." He crosses his arms behind his head, and she finds it difficult to look away from the bulging veins of his biceps.

"I bet your whole kingdom is envious of you."

He laughs. "Oh it's the best of both worlds."

"I know I'm right. You look —"

Beautiful.

"— so out of place."

Sakura stares at him like he has grown two heads. How?

"The perfectionist engkantos think my height is an anomaly, and being five shades revokes your kapre citizenry."

"Oh."

He takes a long drag again and puffs out circles. "Yes oh."

The end of her roll is succumbing to the cold, diffusing in wisps that join the fog of the rain. Sakura pulls her knees closer to her chest. "Is that why you're here?"

"To project my misery on people?" He scoffs. "Of course, you're right."

"What's the worst prank you did?"

"I killed one."

She waits for her blood to run cold at the casual confession.

And waits and waits and waits. It doesn’t come. She remains the same nonchalant lady who entered the cemetery an hour ago.

Life, she realized, has numbed her to this point.

"Why?"

“Why?”

The creature looks at her incredulously, probably in awe why she hasn’t bolted yet. He licks his lips and rests one side of his chin to his palm. Sakura realizes this is how he recalls things.

He describes a long object with his arms and swings it horizontally. “He wanted to take down my tree.”

“Can’t you transfer somewhere else? It’s easy to grow a balete tree. You just leave it be.”

“My father’s side sticks strictly to one. It’s hard to find empty lots right now where I’m at.”

“Your house literally grows through concrete.”

“It’s much of a hassle when you wake up every other day with your house cut down. You understand we operate on two different time frames? Your life expectancy is only a few years to us.”

Sakura nods. “So the roadworks also affect you?”

“This is why you never progress.”

“Says someone with backward filial beliefs.”

“Excuse you, we have a different worldview.”

“You’re weird.” Sakura’s shift in topic is jarring. “You’re easy to converse with.”

“The gravediggers don’t talk to me anymore.” He resumes his attention on his tobacco.

Meanwhile, Sakura’s is wet from the rain. The half-consumed roll rests on the soil, crushed by muddy rivulets.

“So what’s your story, pinky?”

Sakura rests her back on the large trunk. “I’m visiting my parents.”

“At the height of a storm?”

In her soaked bag, a phone rings. Three rounds of alarm, standard disaster notice. The automated voice reads, Warning. Red rainfall warning and signal number four in Konoha. Evacuate now. Another three rounds and then it falls silent.

Sakura nods. “It’s my last goodbye.”

“Going away?”

“You could put it like that. Our house is on mortgage, and some local officials want to demolish it for a right of way.”

“Roadworks?”

“Roadworks. It would have been done and sealed if they gave me money.” Sakura starts to chip off the sides of her nails. “But they said I’m the one who owes them. It turned into a screaming match, and then I got a blotter.”

“Rough life. So you’re wanted right now.”

She side-eyes him. “What? Afraid of me?”

The kapre laughs. “No, you’re cool. That’s a word you use, right?”

“My parents don’t know though so be a good kapre and keep mum.”

He puts out his tobacco against the trunk and scoots closer to her. Sakura is silently grateful for the warmth. She’s drenched and the cold is sinking into her bones. A little more and she’s sure to contract pneumonia.

But this creature, this man, is like a campfire on a beach in the middle of December. If someone would cover her with a blanket, she would instantly fall asleep.

“Don’t you have someone?”

She thinks of all the people she slept with. Her best friend turned stranger. The school librarian and the expulsion after the discovery. Random Tinder matches. The bakery boy who always gave her one extra pandesal. The man she thought of as the one but hid her from his family.

She has memories of heartbreak, of crying and thrashing and cursing, but the pain has left her for good.

“No. I’m the first one to always leave.”

“That’s a shame. You’re pretty.” A finger lifts the end of her ponytail. “But this makes everything easier.”

“Are you hitting on me?” She flicks his large hand away.

His mouth curves upwards. A sneer. Menacing one. “Ah you’ve reached bottom rock if you think a kapre is a good prospect.”

Sakura drops the cool act and grunts. “I don’t think I’ll get married in this lifetime. Love is just too taxing.”

“But you’ve slept around.”

“Are you actually following me?”

“No, it’s a human thing to do. Sleep around. Some people do it on top of tombs.”

Sakura winces in disgust. “You’re such a voyeur.”

He holds up both of his hands. “Against my own will.”

The rain mercilessly keeps on, and the winds start to pick up speed. It’s chaos all over, but in her mind, Sakura is busy fondling sensations. Her fingers unconsciously trace the outline of her lips. “I miss kissing. Being kissed.”

“Is that a request?”

She snaps as if waking from a trance. The giant is teasing her, but the question piqued her curiosity. While he trained his gaze elsewhere, she slipped her small body near his frame, using the roots as her leverage. She quickly captures his face with her small hands.

He’s surprised. Or he went into shock. Either way, he’s not moving.

“What would it be like,” she stares deep into his eyes, “to kiss you?”

It’s a litmus test.

This creature’s actually intelligent so he must have known by now why Sakura wants to be riled up. All that she has felt lately is emptiness. She’s not expecting much. It might be just like other kisses before him — mechanical, numb, unfeeling.

Under all of these, she’s just scared to admit she lost the capacity for emotions.

What would it be like to kiss you? A horrendous folklore creature? Will it give me disgust or fear?

Sakura’s lips are only a fraction of his mouth.

Something ignites — from him or her, she doesn’t know. It feels like she grew several feet tall, and his face somehow perfectly fits the cradle of her hands. And his mouth which tastes of nicotine and rain and mint is accurately slotted against hers.

She shudders at the goosebumps that prick her skin. Figuring it’s just the cold, she inches closer until her hands reach his hairy chest. Those large hands find their way on her back and push her tighter against him.

She moans at the growing friction, inadvertently opening her mouth to his access. Tongue meets tongue and from there on out, everything is lost under the canopy of the straggler tree.

“You can shapeshift,” she notes after a long while.

The giant hums in agreement. “I’m a bit of everything, Sakura.”

She stills at the mention of her name. “How did you —”

The guilt on his face is an afterthought. “I told you. I’ll come back for you.”

Recollection comes to her in sweeping moments.

She remembers him.

She knows him.

These memories finally move to the forefront.

“Kakashi.”

Sakura utters the same name he gave so many years ago. A distant memory of her getting lost in a sea of legs. Grasping a hairy ankle. She held onto the hairs as the man walked and walked and walked. She woke up in a room bathed in blinding sunlight. She squinted a lot before finding focus on the giant man in front of her.

Silver hair, grey eyes, and a kind smile.

“Pretty.” She reached out with her short arms, and he crouched down to her level. Fingers squeezed the skin of his cheeks, making her giggle. “Pretty pretty pretty!” she kept repeating.

In retrospect, this must have been the first time he was described like that. The man cried when he heard the word. Sakura didn't think much of it back then. She was too hungry to think straight.

Seeing her expression, he quickly led her to a table filled with food, and she took her favorite — a sweetened milk powder one ate through a straw called mikmik.

She also grabbed a Chuckie, a chocolate drink. Her classmates had this for snacks while she was stuck with diluted milk.

"Thank you!" She minded her manners. Her mom says they can get you through life. "You have a nice house!"

The creature kept smiling. "What's your name?"

"Sakura!"

"That's a rare name."

"Father says it matches my hair!" She points to another carton of chuckie. "Can I bring some for my parents, mister giant?"

He nods. "Call me Kakashi."

“When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you Kakashi!” She indulged in every treat at the table, and he let her.

“Why?”

Sakura counted the reasons on her stubby fingers. “You’re pretty. You have food. You have a nice house.”

He laughed, and she felt the whole room rumble.

“I cannot keep you here. You should go home,” he said with fondness in his voice. “For now.”

Once again, she was wrapped around his ankle. When he stopped walking after a while, she knew it was goodbye.

“Will I see you again?” she asked him. “Thank you for feeding me, Kakashi!”

“Do you want to go back?”

Sakura didn’t know her answer would matter much.

“Yes!”

“Then I’ll come back for you.”

He dropped her off at the entrance of the cemetery from where she traced her steps back to their house. Haruno Sakura had been missing for a week.

x x x

Sakura still made no move to go away. She sits still on the damp root system and watches every microexpression on his face.

“Your parents made it hard to see you again. Had you visit a folk doctor and gave you some charm to ward me off.”

“Did you kill them?”

Kakashi twirls his finger in the air. “No. Road accidents aren’t my thing. Can’t say I wasn’t happy. That made it easier to see you from time to time.”

She weighs his words carefully. “Are you gonna kidnap me now?”

“Hmm, no need for that. You already took a puff out of my tobacco roll, and you kissed me.” He sounds so proud of himself. “I don’t think you need any more convincing.”

She feels an eerie pounding in her chest. The way she went from extreme butterflies (after a long drought) to desperation is whiplash. “Are there any more machinations in my life courtesy of you?”

“None really. I was merely a bystander, patiently waiting for the right time.”

“And now is?”

He smiles again but doesn’t answer. “I guess I need to give you the courtesy to choose. Come back to my home and I’ll make you stay missing.”

The courtesy to choose does not exist. She knows she has sold her soul to him the moment she grabbed food on his table. It’s a common warning — never accept any food or drink from these types of creatures. Once you do, you become one of them.

Kakashi only extended her grace period on earth.

Sakura closes her eyes in frustration.

“What happens if I say no?”

“You’ll just have to visit me every other day to keep me company.” She won’t get rid of him. She’s not entirely sure if she wants to get rid of him.

She thinks about their house along the railway tracks. Most furniture was already sold. The mountain of bills she stuffed in the trash can (tomorrow’s the collection day). Five disconnection notices. Three eggs past the expiration date. A rejection email for a job application. The crumpled recommendation slip inside her pocket. The bottle of pills she swiped at the public health office.

She has prayed long and hard for this opportunity.

To disappear.

Sakura grabs Kakashi’s wrist and stares at him. “Come on then.”

She expects atmospheric pressure, the kind where you feel all sorts of weight push towards you and propel you in another dimension. It turns out to be as easy as stepping into a bridge and walking the whole way through.

She should have done this sooner.

Kakashi’s world is bathed in sunlight. Sakura immediately feels warmth travel the inches of her skin. A modest spire gate and a room that’s carved out from her memory.

It’s the bedroom she draws on the back of her notebook. Queen-sized bed with pastel green sheets, fluffy pillows, and a duvet. A bedside table with fresh chrysanthemums on a vase. A desk on the corner. A reading nook with built-in shelves around it.

“You’ve been preparing,” Sakura notes.

“I wanted to make you comfortable,” Kakashi replies. He takes her hand and leads her into the dining area. It’s exactly how she remembers it, filled to the brim with not a space uncovered with a dish. “This is now your world Sakura.”

She picks up a Chuckie carton. “Thank you, Kakashi.” And then she starts to cry.

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gardeningintrests · 3 years

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Food. 1)

at the 2746 solar system, me and my crew landed on their international space station to prepare for tomorrows culture exchange. (the space inhabitants wants to understand us more apprently) me and my crew of 7 humans were the representatives foer almost every thing and i dislike that is because neither me nor my crew can rest and we have to travel everywhere (feuls expensive you know?) after we landed, we figured that what they wanted to talk about this time is food as there are a lot of stalls here in the station that are selling herbs, meat and other foods.

however, all of them were either raw meat or non cleansed plants, so me and my team ate our supplied foods as we dont have induction cookers nor anything to cook the foods and we dont want to risk having any food poinoning or stomach aches for tomorrow. we retired to our guest house early. tomorrow, we woke up quite early and proceeded to the meeting place (which we took a transportation route ??? we still dont understand how this thing works) we seem to be a bit early as there were only a few representative teams there. soon everyone is here. and just like I predicted, we were talking about foods. "Team Leader Steve, in what category are your species in?" a research team member asked me. " I would say we are Ominvores, we all eat both meat and plants." " thats wonderful! what type of plants or meat of animals that you prefer to eat usually?" my team and i are...super confused. wow how the tables have turned, they are usually the ones confused but now were getting confused at their way of asking questions. "pardon we dont quite get what your trying to ask..?" one of my team member, Jay, asked. "oh so sorry, i suddenly got excited and engaged in casual talking tone. i was asking is what do you all usually eat from both animal and plants. like how bear prefers fish and berries but could also eat honey or fruits." "ooh! okay we get it now" jay said with a smile. "it actually depends on where we live, we usually eat something call bread, which is made from yeast and flour. And humans from the east eats Braised Rice with Pork and Soy Sauce. And most of us eats chicken and beef." Jay ended the sentence with a smile too, but everyone looked at us as if we are children who showed their parents a dead mice and said its a gift and then starts to suspect if their kid is a cat spirit. "did we say something wrong?" asked one of my team members, Julia. "do all of you not eat the meat straight out of the animal? or not stright from the ground if tis plants? isnt that more fresh?"

"thats right, we heard from cooperation that you all had looked at the foods that they sold and yet you all didnt buy anything. and ended up eating your own supplied food! i knew you all were a bit weird but braised pork? why would you need to braise pork?" "and flour? whats that? is that a new kind of plant only in your planet?" " and what is soy sauce? is it some kind of liquid you all drink with your braised pork? i heard you humans like eating and drinking at the same time." we were suddenly bombared with questions that normally, they would ask slowly. "please settle down everyone! the humans may get overwhelmed by this sudden burst of questions!" and everyone settled down. (thank you commander :"D) we then proceeded to explain how we clean our food and then cook them to a certain level and then only to eat the said food. we also explain how we store and sell meat and plants so they always stay fresh no matter what. (ofc until the expirey date {also explained this to them}) (and also table ettique and manners) after the explanation, they were confused and shocked. "i dont think any of us expected to hear such barbaric kind to clean themselves and their food before eating. thought they would just use their so called fingers to eat fresh meat! " someperson suddenly said. it was the Gardos, a species that hated humans because we may be predators but we look like prey. Since we were sentenced as Predators, they said that they were ashamed of the galactic union as how can such small and frail creatures be classified as prdators? but they also look into table manners, they eat with utensils and were the first ever predator to do that when others eat with their hands (or hooves or claws). we didnt bother as we continued to explain our way of preparing and cooking food. lots of the tohers also didnt know why we were classified as preadators as in their eyes we are adorable creatures apparently. so they all aggreed to what we said and took notes. we were ordered to pass a report on all of our food and what ingredient they contain as they are afriad that most of the food may end up poinonous to other species. we all said our thanks and goodbyes and went to our ship. ------------------------------------------------------------------ a few months later, space travel wtih humans are now for some reason somewhat compulsory. on a ship with a human and other species, all of the diffrent species of aliens aboard were thrilled to see me. apprently. i heard that humans (my species) is..cute? ”oh dear human, we are glad you can join us with our adventure！“ The captain said. " yes yes! i always wanted to see a human! working with one is a dream come true!" one of the other alien (she looks like a fluffy dragon!) said after all the introduction, we went straight to work. after that, it is time for food! (yes yes food! ugh my best friend) then i figured that i would cook instead of eating packaged food. so i went to a cooking room. (it was put there to supply the air with enough oxygen and the used gas as fuel for the ship) one alien came with me as she wanted to see how i prepare and cook our so called food. i was planning on cooking pasta today. so i roughly prepared everything and started to strain the noodles. until syehtrnscik (shy-thern-shec- shick) the fluffy dragon asked me ”why do you need to pour the water out? i mean, its okay to eat it together right?" i was stunned. but i remembered im not on earth. so i calmly explain how to make pasta and the reasons for each step. until i finished explaning, my food was ready and i brought it to the cafetiria. everyone looked at the food in my hands and looked towards syehtrnscik. somehow i can feel that their eyes are filled with jealousy because she got to see me cook. but either way i enjoyed my lunch with all of my team mates, i really look foward to the future with them!

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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soul reapers to get paid and their salaries are even quite high! if i remember correctly, lieutenants make around $7k while a captain’s salary is almost triple(nearly $19k)

(cont) that is if my conversion was right, in a JET interview kubo said captains make 2million yen, lieutenants - 700 000yen and an unseated officer - 200 000yen. but then again, i think the living cost in ss is much higher, i remember matsumoto mentioning that clothes in the living world are much cheaper

I have to say this is one of the liveliest discussions on Bleach meta that I have ever participated in on this website. I feel like I can definitively report that is is both fanon consensus and supported by the creator himself that Soul Reapers do, in fact, get paid. For the record, my husband, who started this, conceded days ago and I am sure has not thought about it since.

In any case-- I was very surprised by these numbers, and at first I thought that maybe they were in kan, the fictional currency used in Soul Society, rather than yen. I mean, $19k/year is a terrible salary (for those of you who are not American it is roughly minimum wage). I attempted to figure out the conversion rate between kan and yen once, and at the time, came to the conclusion that kan were worth somewhat more than yen, but I no longer have my scratch pad, so I cannot show my work. Looking at it again, they seem pretty close.

Then, just to get an idea, I googled the salary of a four-star general in the American military, which I thought should be a rough equivalent, and the article I found reported all its numbers in monthly salaries, which I am not used to seeing, but maybe they are more common in other countries. In any case, according to the article I found, the highest salary you can make in the US military is $15,800/month ($189,600/year), which is pretty close to what a Gotei captain makes. I realize that is a lot of money on an absolute scale, but that actually seemed shockingly low to me, in the sense that there have only ever been 246 four-star generals in the history of the U.S., but this is the sort of salary that, say, a C-suite executive might make. A president of even a public university can make 2-5 times this. Now, a career in the military comes with a lot of other perks-- free room and board, free healthcare, etc, but I think this is going to make a much bigger difference to the people in the lower ranks.

The more I thought about it, I do think this tracks, though. Gotei captains are immeasurably valuable and basically impossible to replace. One of the more chilling moments leading up to the Winter War was the part where Hitsugaya is basically like “we don’t know how many Arrancar Aizen has, but if it’s more than 10, we’re screwed” and then it cuts to Hueco Mundo, and Aizen is just surrounded by guys. So, yeah, it honestly makes perfect sense to me that captains are paid a “good living” but it’s insulting compared to the wealth of the nobles that live around them. I don’t usually have a lot of nice things to say about Byakuya, but I do want to emphasize that this has to be chump change for him. This guy definitely works out of a sense of duty, he is not in it for the Benjamins.

The vice-captain salary (~$84k/yr) comes closest to an O-4, which corresponds to a major or a lieutenant colonel, and usually entails about 10 years of service. I guess years count for less when you’re immortal, so I guess that works out. One thing that doesn’t fit is that in another interview, Kubo states that Renji’s sunglasses cost half a year’s salary, but their price is listed in the Bleach Bootleg as 84,700 kan. If a kan is roughly equal to a yen, this is wildly off. I will get back to this later. In WDKALY, there was some mention of vice-captains and captains being given “mansions” to live in (if they chose to). I absolutely cannot accept this fact as canon. I can’t. I mean, there are numerous omake about Hisagi trying to score free food out of Omaeda, yet this man lives in a mansion? And do not tell me he (or Matsumoto or Iba) would pass up living in a mansion if they had the option, even if the commute were an absolute nightmare. Maybe he can’t afford the cost of utilities and furnishings. I don’t know. Please, someone write me a sitcom of Hisagi and Kira living in giant mansions next door to each other, but it’s just like the Bluths living in the sample house in Arrested Development. [Aside: Renji would take the mansion, but he would turn it into an indoor soccer field and continue to sleep in the barracks search your heart you know it’s true]

Back on topic! The unseated officer salary of 200k yen/mo works out to an E-3, which is what an enlisted service member makes after a year. Everyone in the Gotei is considered an officer, and unseating people are awful, so, once again, this seems fine. Well, it seems shitty, tbh, but consistently shitty.

To really answer the question of “is this shitty?” though, we need to consider buying power. Earlier, I mentioned that Gotei service includes free room and board, and that alone is equivalent to a lifetime of wealth for someone from the lower Rukon. I mentioned earlier that I once tried to calculate the exchange rate between kan and yen using a variety of prices for various items. I wish I had kept better notes, because my main takeaway was that prices for things were not very consistent. A copy of the Seireitei Bulletin is 380 kan. Using a straight kan to yen to dollar conversion, that’s $2.80 (I am using 100 yen = $1 because it’s close enough, in case anyone was wondering). Sexy photo books of the captains cost ~$25. The budget of the Shinigami Women’s Association is $2500/year, and the Men’s is $900/year, which is roughly the cost of one pair of sunglasses. I think it must have been the sunglasses that threw me, because I kept trying to peg the cost of a pair of sunglasses to a half year’s salary. The club budgets are just honestly confusing because I have no idea what a calligraphy club budget should look like. It seemed... fine... that a club budget should be equivalent to half a year’s salary? To be honest, I think a kan should be roughly equal to a yen and the sunglasses are just priced too low. (Not a statement I ever thought I would be making).

The comment about clothes being cheaper in the World of the Living makes a lot of sense! Cloth in Soul Society is probably hand-dyed, rather than mass printed, and sewed by hand, rather than by machine. On the other hand, if you wanted goods made in traditional ways, it would be a lot cheaper to get in Soul Society. A chusen-dyed kimono is a luxury good in 2021, because you have to option to order a cheap t-shirt and sweatpants from Amazon. Everyone wears hand-made kimono in Soul Society because that’s what there is, so the price is going to be relatively lower. I do think that cost-of-living jumps sharply inside the walls of the Seireitei, and that it’s very common to do your shopping in the upper districts of Rukongai, where there are lot of highly skilled artisans making goods for the city-dwelling market. I figure that one of the few opportunities for upward mobility, aside from selling your soul to the military is to make enough money to buy your way inside the gates (either through overpriced business licenses, getting a noble patron, or by arranging a marriage to someone who already lives inside)

That being said, I have thought a lot about importing items from the WotL--shinigami usually travel through senkaimon, which do not allow for matter conversion, so they wouldn’t normally be able to bring anything with them. I imagine that it’s sort of a perk of the job that when you go on a mission where you have to go through a matter converter (which would include any time you are bringing a gigai over) you could smuggle back whatever you can fit in your kosode. It’s very strange which technology is adapted from the World of the Living (washing machines, treadmills, urinals) and what isn’t (coffee). In fanfic, it’s common to see shinigami wearing Living World clothing in their off-hours, but I don’t think that’s supported by canon or filler in any way. For my own fanfiction, because it’s fun and world-buildy, I like to pretend that Ichigo is a very popular figure after the Winter War and that World of the Living fashion, music, etc becomes popular, starting during the two-year timeskip, particularly among the younger denizens of the Seireitei, and that there are special bars and such that specialize in that kind of thing. Shinigami who have done extensive stints in the Living World are considered cool for their knowledge of such esoteric subjects as “rice cookers.”

I am done now! I swear! Thank you, everyone for reading all the way down to the bottom of possibly the nerdiest and most boring post I have ever made on this website! (wait, no, I just remembered the one on senkaimon transfer protocols. Second most boring.)

#soul society #bleach worldbuilding #weirdly enough i have just been talking about a number of these topics in my latest chapters of a little in love #i took exactly (1) economics class and it made me a monster

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badb1tchbokuto · 3 years

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Ch. 2 Alone, Together - Miya Atsumu x You

chapter 1: here

(crossposted on ao3)

warnings: mild smut, alcohol, mentions of time skip

wc: 3.7k

As if you had sensed his worries, your eyes flutter open. “You okay?” You groggily whisper. Knowing he’s on borrowed time, he scoots down to level his face with yours and kisses you deeply. “Yeah baby, no worries.” He breathily responds as your hands begin to wander from his chiseled abdomen to his navel and down to the tufts of hair trailing to his boxer briefs.

At this point Atsumu knows he’s completely, utterly, royally fucked.

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Atsumu tried. He really, really did.

Standing on the tiny kitchenette of his shared hotel suite with Bokkun(who was off spending time with Akaashi), he hangs up the phone after a long Facetime session with Samu guiding him on how to make the best onigiri and miso soup.

It really shouldn’t have taken that long. All he had to do was wash the rice, pop it into the mini rice cooker stowed in the counter, cut some fresh tuna, sear the rest, then assemble it all into balls along with the seasoning, condiments and nori.

He’d know how to make miso soup even if he was blindfolded. All he had to do was mix in the ingredients he bought on a small pot of water. Dashi, miso paste, diced silken tofu, sliced green onions, some more nori, all dropped in at different times and simmered to get the perfect taste. Plus, this was one of the first dishes their ma taught them how to make before he and Samu moved away.

Really, it should have been a breeze. He’d made onigiris for himself countless of times before, admittedly nowhere near as tasty as the ones Osamu makes, but they were still edible.

This time, however, it had to delicious. Mouthwatering, perfect.

For the umpteenth time, Atsumu is picking off the nori on the last rice ball, wrapping and rewrapping, then wrapping again because the nori just wasn’t hugging the rice in a fashion uniform to the seven others arranged in front of him.

“Why does it look so weird??” He frustrates.

Atsumu’s mind replays, yet again, to your shared conversation at the club. Specifically to the part where he realizes he didn’t really know how to talk about himself outside of volleyball. He surmises at this; a gnawing, alarming thought of wondering whether he really knew himself at all.

Three hours ago...

“How do I usually describe myself?” He repeatedly thinks as he wanders down the seemingly endless aisles of Isetan’s Depa-Chika, scouring for the exact brands of ingredients Samu instructed him to buy.

Lost somewhere in the frozen food section, Atsumu pushes a half filled cart in reverie. He resolves then and there to get to know himself, whatever that means or entails. Not just so he can talk to you or anyone new for that matter, but honestly more so to know how to articulate to himself who he really is in private. Without the cameras flashing, without the people buzzing, without having to watch himself through others’ incredibly varied perceptions of him, without using his brother or his friends and teammates as a crutch, however difficult or impossible that seems.

He takes his time at the store, tediously combing the shelves for a special kind of mirin Osamu swears by, then proceeds to have an internal debate whether he should choose chutoro or otoro (he chooses otoro, the fattiest and therefore the tastiest in his opinion), his supposedly quick trip to the grocery store devouring more than an hour of his time.

It is now 7:15pm.

You’re supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes, but Atsumu still hadn’t even showered, hadn’t even cleaned up the kitchen, hadn’t even finished wrapping that last stubborn rice ball.

The hotel phone rings and Atsumu panics.

It’s the concierge alerting him of your arrival. Sending you up, Atsumu races around the small space in a haste, swiping the counter and dining table with disinfectant, racing to throw empty packages into the bin.

The doorbell rings and Atsumu is sweating.

He’s an athlete for fuck’s sake, why did running around for less than a minute knock his breath out like that?

“I’m coming!” He yells, or tries to. What comes out is a cracked, high pitched attempt, sounding much like a prepubescent boy going through rapid hormonal changes. He cringes, mortified.

Atsumu hears you trying to stifle a giggle.

He clears his throat, repeats in his signature silky voice, then runs to open the door.

You’re smiling sheepishly, the tip of your nose frosty from the autumn chill, all bundled up in a casual outfit that somehow knocks Atsumu’s breath out.

“My share of dinner!” You announce, arms stretched out with a box of wagashi and a bottle of nigori sake.

“Yer’ so frickin cute,” he dotes. He can’t help himself, he snakes an arm on your waist and pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

“Yer’ early, missed me that much already?” He whispers teasingly on your lips.

You laugh as you kiss him back, gently patting his cheek as a response before pulling away. Funny how it seems like he’s the one who missed you that much...

Atsumu sneakily sniffs his shirt as you take off your shoes at the genkan.

“Oh no...” Not musty, but he reeks of kitchen smoke, aburi tuna and dried sweat.

“Need ta’ shower real quick.”

“Oh sorry, want me to come back in a bit?”

He digresses. “No no. Gimme a minute, come in and get comfy.”

He excuses himself, leaving you in the kitchen as he rushes to the bathroom.

You look around the hotel suite, kitchenette roughly cleaned, flecks of nori and furikake smattering the floor but otherwise spotless. The cramped countertop had a steaming pot laid next to a row of neatly arranged onigiri on two plates, decorated with vegetables jaggedly cut in what you assume are attempts at flower patterns.

It’s a simple dinner, you know. But you still can’t help but be impressed that Atsumu put in that much effort, that much care in making you a homemade dinner. On your first date no less.

You smile, butterflies fluttering in your belly at the thought that this callous, reckless, stupidly tall and handsome man is being domestic just for you.

Pulling out your phone, you send a quick text to Kaori and Yukie, gushing over how cute Atsumu is and even sending them a quick snapshot of the onigiri he plated with special care. “Get it!!!” Kaori enthusiastically replies. “Send a ‘1’ by midnight if it’s good and give us a play by play tomorrow. ‘2’ if we need to fake an emergency asap!” Yukie responds, ever the more calculating but motherly one.

As Atsumu massages purple shampoo on his tresses, he elucidates a fact about him he already knows is true on court that he supposes could be said the same of him off it.

1. Miya Atsumu is a perfectionist.

He practices for hours daily to hone his craft, has been doing so since the fourth grade really. At first just to spite Samu, but then he just suddenly fell in love with volleyball.

To Atsumu, nothing short of absolute perfection qualifies when it comes to dedicating himself to the things he cares about. It is through this philosophy that he is now one of Asia’s top setters, that he’s certain anyone who can’t receive his set is a scrub; a roaring confidence gained from knowing he puts his all to whatever he chooses to set his mind to, whether that’s volleyball or cooking dinner for a very cute girl he finds himself wanting to impress and spend more time with.

He frowns upon remembering that one of the onigiris he made is lopsided, that he didn’t even have time to shower and properly clean up before you arrived, that the atmosphere you walked in on your first official date with Miya Atsumu the perfectionist, wasn’t, well...perfect.

He thinks about this as he readies himself, spraying on the woodsy, smoky vanilla perfume he swore you wore when you first met. He usually reserves the scent for special occasions, but he believes that this counts as one.

Atsumu finds you in the kitchen, fixated on trying to salvage the onigiri he was having trouble wrapping earlier.

He leans over your shoulder, and though your nerves are in haywire and the butterflies in your stomach seem to keep multiplying, you instinctually lean back into him. Atsumu smiles as he drapes his arms around you from behind, thumbs brushing up and down the bare sliver of skin on your hip.

Your mind is a blur, every thought suddenly jumbled and incoherent. All that’s left is you anticipating, thrilling where Atsumu will move his fingers next on your heating body. Dropping his head on your shoulder and finally getting a closer whiff of your sexy scent, he whispers teasingly close to your ear.

“Sorry for the wait, ya’ ready to fall in love with me?”

You swiftly turn around and pull him into a deep kiss as an answer.

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By the time you’ve moved to sit at small table by the kitchen, your lips are sweetly swollen and your clothes are wrinkled. Atsumu is panting, hair even more tousled and a small love bite is beginning to bloom on his right collarbone.

You stare at him, mesmerized at how he seems to look even more gorgeous unkempt.

“Why don’t cha take a picture babe, it’ll last longer.” He smirks then sticks his tongue out to pose, ego inflating at catching you ogling him.

You quip. “Sure, can I take naked ones after?”

“Aww, you’re so polite. Whatta’ good girl. You don’t need to ask. I’ll gladly give them to you for free, even throw in a lil show if ya want.” He leans closer, resting his head on his flexed, chiseled propped arm, smirking a little more mischievously as he gazes at you in challenge.

You can almost see his ego rapidly inflating like a balloon, and naturally, you kind of want to pop it.

In your best faux posh British accent, you offer. “A most forthcoming and lucrative offer mister Miya. What do you say I start and manage an OnlyFans account for you?”

You giggle uncontrollably as the look on his face changes instantly from confidence to confusion.

Brows furrowed and lips formed into a tiny pout, he concludes. “It’s a good thing yer so cute, yer a weirdo.”

You laugh, snorting a little. Atsumu chuckles at this, finding your little quirk amusing and rather irresistible.

“Keep the accent though, it’s kinda hot.” You kick him under the table and continue to banter as you both set up the table.

Atsumu watches expectantly as you take the first sip of the miso broth. The soup is delicious, and as soon as you tell him this he visibly relaxes.

The onigiris’ fillings however, are inconsistent. On the first one, the filling oozes out whenever you take a bite. On another, there’s barely any tuna and a ton of furikake. You decide to spare him your criticisms and just enjoy the meal he so graciously prepared.

Still, your heart just feels so damn full.

You make sure to repeatedly compliment Atsumu on his cooking to show appreciation for his efforts, the first time anyone has ever cooked for you on a date and the first time he(and not his pro-chef brother! Ha!) has ever been acknowledged for his culinary efforts.

Dinner is pleasant, both of you exchanging stories of varied life experiences.

You talk about the places you’ve lived in, your childhood, life in university. Atsumu actively listens, enchanted with how different your upbringing was in comparison to his, especially since he’d forgone college and went pro immediately after being scouted in high school. Despite the stark differences, he asks a ton of questions; some in confusion as he asks you to clarify or talk about certain details you purposely leave out.

You notice that he’s very observant, so you casually comment it.

Atsumu decides then that yes, it’s true. He makes a mental note to add this to the little list he’s crafting in his head about who he is.

2. Miya Atsumu is observant.

He thinks that you literally could have told him he was a seaweed and he would have agreed just because he is so transfixed by your mere presence and voice, but he knows this to be true on court for him as well. How else would he sync up with his spikers? How else would he know which serve to use and how to to angle his sets best? Through thorough studying and keen awareness of his teammates’ likes, dislikes, mannerisms and ticks, he is able to turn a seemingly mismatched chaotic group like the Black Jackals into synchronized raging monsters, dancing to a tune in which he is the lone orchestrator.

Atsumu is earnest in asking you questions about your life; his genuine interest coaxing you to share seemingly inconsequential details you intentionally initially skip over, snippets of your upbringing you thought were too boring to even mention, some too painful to share. Hesitantly at first, then comfortably as Atsumu intently listens. You don’t know why he takes a keen interest in you to that degree, but you come to learn that Atsumu is transparent and rather straightforward. He asks because he wants to know.

You relax, feeling touched and appreciated as you realize that he seems to just want to know every little thing about you, even the parts of you that you think are boring, unimportant or unworthy.

The conversation shifts to more light hearted topics as you both begin to indulge on the dessert and sake you brought.

Feeding you half of a red bean wagashi he swears is the best one, Atsumu continues to tell you about shenanigans from his volleyball team, particularly the initiation ritual of being ambushed to sing a full song at one’s first team dinner with a hot pink wireless karaoke mic on full blast.

“Bokkun, Omi, and Shoyou weren’t even there yet and I didn’t know anyone my age since they were all older than me.. I was only eighteen! They told me I couldn’t eat dinner and had to sit in a different table if I didn’t do it.. and I had 10 seconds to pick a song! A western one at that because Adriah and Oliver had to understand too and they didn’t speak Japanese then..”

Imagining a younger Atsumu with a bad dye job nervously trying to think of a song to sing out loud in public, you laugh as he describes in detail how awkward the whole ordeal was. You wonder if any of the older members have a video of this, making sure to ask Meian if you ever have the opportunity to see the team again.

He recounts how shameless Bokuto and Hinata were when they had to do it, with Bokuto even doing an encore with a dance routine that resulted in them being banned from a restaurant in Kyoto. You’re both dying of laughter as he wheezes out how Sakusa almost gave up his career upon realizing he had to do it as well. Thankfully his team sort of pitied him and let him sing to a small izakaya in Sendai instead of the mega hotel restaurants they usually celebrate in.

As the night progresses, you and Atsumu end up sitting side by side, legs touching due to the close proximity of your chairs, holding hands, and sharing sweet sake flavored kisses in between laughs.

After some time, the kisses start to linger, becoming more heated. It’s when you subtly lick Atsumu’s tongue then slowly bite and suck on his full lower lip that he loses control and pulls you into his lap. Straddling him, you keep one hand on his chest to steady yourself as you move your other hand to brush his soft hair out of his face. “You’re so beautiful.” You whisper as you stare into his half lidded hazel eyes before leaning in to kiss him.

Atsumu flushes at this. It’s the first time he’s been called beautiful. Handsome? Sure. Sexy? Even more often. But beautiful? It feels intimate, leaving him vulnerable and exposed in a way that seems to transcend the physical. He revels in this as he lavishes you with open mouthed kisses, starting from just below your ear and moving down your neck, his wet lips ghosting over the hollow of your throat to just above your cleavage. You mewl, aching to feel more of him, subconsciously grinding your hips on his lap where you can feel him bulging out of his sweatpants.

Atsumu moves one of his hands from your waist, brushing his large knuckles up your torso until it reaches the underside of your breasts. You notice that despite his kisses growing more desperate and him feeling fully erect under you, he hasn’t made a move to further the heavy petting. Respecting his boundaries, you ask. “Everything okay? We don’t have to go all the way if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Oh fuck.. sorry, yea, I’m good.” He kisses your lips again as his hands rub up and down your bare sides, your sweater having ridden up a while ago. “Trust me, I want you. So bad. I’m just tryin' to hold myself back for once.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I wanted to take my time.” He gently pecks your forehead, then your nose, and then back to your lips. He does this while looking at you eye to eye, a stark contrast to the steamy make out session you were just having. Atsumu’s gaze becomes smoldering as his eyes move to your lips again. “I don’t know why, but I just know I’ll get addicted to ya’.”

You grab the wrist that’s placed on your waist, unfurling his long, elegant fingers. Atsumu is watching you in intense curiosity as you take his pointer and middle digits, pulling them up slowly to your mouth and sucking, all while looking up at him. Instantly, Atsumu groans and you’re positive you can feel his member twitch against your crotch.

You release his fingers with a pop, then lick the length slowly, gaze never leaving his as his focus struggles in anticipation of what you'll do next.

You guide his digits by dragging them from your exposed torso and up to the curves of your breasts to your hardening buds straining your lace bralette, his wet fingers leaving a slight translucent trail of saliva on the expanse of your stomach. Before Atsumu can twist his fingers to pay attention to your nipples, you hold his wrist and move the fingers down your torso, pushing past the elastic waistband of your pants. With your hand over his, you splay his saliva coated fingers against your dampening underwear, stroking your mound before resting the two fingers over your labia, coaxing your slick slit to open. Atsumu’s pupils are dilated, his breathing heavy and his other hand gripping your hips so tightly you can feel bruises starting to form as he tries his best to control himself.

“I’m afraid time is the one thing we both can’t afford Atsumu. But please, have me. Fuck me. Take your fill.”

It’s all the confirmation he needs as he moves your panties aside, circling his fingers on your throbbing clit before sliding them seamlessly inside your tight, soft walls.

It’s not until much, much later, after you’ve had sex in the kitchen, then on his bed, then in the bathroom as you both intended to clean up, then finally cuddling back in his bed before falling asleep that Atsumu remembers the rest of what you said right before he lost all coherent thought.

Why can’t we afford time? Why don’t we have the time? Surely you’re both busy with your careers, but you’re someone he finds himself liking more and more. And now that you’re here, with your head on his chest, one arm wrapped around his bare torso and one leg intertwined with his, he thinks that this feels too good, too perfect, to not keep chasing, and he’ll be damned if he didn’t make time for more moments like tonight.

As his thoughts lull him to sleep, he remembers why time is beyond both of your control.

He's only in Tokyo for volleyball - for the league match they just won and now to train with the Olympic team for an upcoming friendly match in Shanghai. You’re here temporarily too, on a project with a definitive deadline that will not only mark the end of your stay in the country, but signal the end of you seeing him. Possibly forever.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

At this point, Atsumu knows he’s completely, utterly, royally fucked.

You’re both on borrowed time, but now that he’s had a taste of what it’s like to spend time with you, to be inside you, to just be with you, he knows that this growing hunger for you is insatiable. He thinks then that he finally understands Samu when he rambles about gradually getting hungrier and hungrier when watching others eat. His appetite for volleyball had always been there, like second skin and breathing. But for the longest time he didn't realize that seeing lovers around him display genuine affection towards each other(from his ma and pa, Bokuto and Akaashi, Meian and his wife, Aran and his high school sweetheart), all build bonds that can only truly be forged by sharing and accepting each other's hopes, dreams, and vulnerabilities, is something that he was growing hungrier and hungrier for without even noticing. Up until he met you that is. As you pull away from his lips and begin to slowly kiss down his body, following the trail of where your hands have just wandered, he thinks, “fuck it.”

Just as he became a setter even though he initially intended to be a spiker, just as he chose to be a professional athlete instead of following a safe path to success in university, just as he contorts and bends over his body in random, sometimes painful ways to make sure his spikers have the best sets, and just as he adjusts and twists routined plays in order to beat opponents, he knows then.

3. Miya Atsumu is a risk taker.

He’d been luckily winning his gambles so far, it’s about time he try his luck in love.

#Miya Atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu fic #hq fics #miya atsumu #atsumu #thanks for reading!

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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BTS Second Pregnancy Series Extras: Helpful Siblings

Kim Seokjin

“All done Car,” you smiled as you finished fastening the straps on Carson’s diaper before snapping his onesie back up again. You picked him up and held him to your chest before you stepped out of the nursery and walked down the stairs.

“He all better now?” Jin asked from his spot on the couch next to Kaiden once he saw you walk into the living room. You nodded as you stepped over to him, handing Carson off to Jin who was holding his hands out for him.

“Yep, but now you have to feed him,” you told Jin, giggling when he face fell at the statement.

“Chinny and I are watching a movie though,” Jin falsely pouted.

“Don’t care,” you laughed. “I took one for the team and changed his poopy diaper, so you can feed him.”

“But he always makes it harder than it should be! He gets so excited to eat, he’ll suck too much in but then he’s not able to swallow it all and he ends up almost killing himself,” Jin huffed.

“You’ll be fine,” you assured him.

“Can I help you feed him Daddy?” Kaiden asked suddenly, making both you and Jin look over at him.

“You want to?” Jin wondered and Kaiden nodded his head, which made Jin look up at you and you shrugged.

“I think it’s a good idea,” you smiled. “I’ll go get his bottle.” You walked out of the living room and into the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator and grabbing Carson’s bottle of breast milk that you had pumped earlier. Walking back into the living room, you saw Jin laying Carson down in Kaiden’s arms.

“Here you go,” you said, handing the bottle to Kaiden before sitting down on the opposite side of him from where Jin was. You watched closely as Kaiden hesitantly put the bottle into Carson’s mouth, and Kaiden let out a small sound of surprise at how forcefully Carson was sucking on the bottle.

“You were right Daddy,” Kaiden chuckled as he watched his little brother eat. “He is a fast eater.”

“Yeah well, he is a Kim after all,” Jin smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

Min Yoongi

“Kammie, baby it’s ok,” you whisper as you pace around your bedroom with Kamryn over your shoulder, but that doesn’t do anything to deter her screaming cries. You then move her from your shoulder to cradle her in your arms, hoping that maybe being able to see your face will help her calm down.

“You’re gonna have to stall us out here Kammie,” you sighed heavily. “I’ve fed you, Daddy changed you, and you’re not tired so we don’t know what else you want from us.”

“Here baby, give her to me,” Yoongi said as he held his hands out, and you nodded before setting Kamryn in his arms. You watched as he held her to his chest, rubbing her back firmly. However, even that didn’t help.

“You don’t even want rubs sassy girl?” Yoongi muttered quietly and you rubbed both of your hands over your face as you sat down on the bed, the tiredness from the night before threatening to take over you.

“Is sissy still crying?” Kinsley asked as she walked into the room, and you looked up at her as you nodded your head. “What’s wrong with her?”

“We don’t know baby girl,” Yoongi told her.

“And we can’t just ask her so we’re trying to figure it out,” you added, making Kinsley nod thoughtfully. She suddenly turned around and walked out of the room, and you just shrugged. After a few minutes, she walked back into your and Yoongi’s bedroom with her hands behind her back.

“I think I have something that can make her feel better,” Kinsley said and you and Yoongi both looked down at her expectantly. She moved her hands from behind her back and in them, was one of her last pacifiers that she kept in her room.

“Sweetheart, that’s your last paci,” you smiled softly. “Are you sure you wanna give it to Kammie?”

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

“But you keep it just in case you get scared though,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Well, sissy might be scared too,” Kinsley shrugged. “She might need it more than me.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” you cooed as you held your arms open, and Kinsley walked over to you and let you wrap your arms around her in a tight hug. Yoongi walked over and bent down, pressing a kiss to the top of Kinsley’s head before Kinsley dropped the pacifier into her Daddy’s hands. Yoongi then popped the pacifier into Kamryn’s mouth and her cries slowly but surely died down as she suckled on it.

“Not the most hygienic thing in the world, but it works,” Yoongi shrugged, making you laugh.

Kim Namjoon

“What do you think we should have for dinner tonight Myungie?” You asked as you walked down the stairs, Maia in your arms and Mason walking closely behind you.

“Can we have bibimbap and bulgogi?” Mason asked.

“You sure that’s what you want?” You checked and Mason nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll make it.” You walked into the living room, taking one hand off off of Maia to grab her pink bouncer chair that was next to the couch which made Maia make some gurgling nosies.

“Are you excited to go in your chair MiMi?” You gasped playfully, which made her coo at you as she moved her arms around. You then carried it into the kitchen and set it down on the floor before you bent down and placed her in the chair, strapping her in afterwards. “Can you keep an eye on your sister while I make us dinner?”

“I got it Mommy,” Mason nodded and you smiled at him and pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head before standing up straight and walking over to the refrigerator. You pulled out a few ingredients before carrying them over to the counter and you started to prep them. About twenty minutes passed and as you were putting the rice into the rice cooker, you felt a small hand patting your thigh.

“Yes Myungie?” You wondered as you looked down at him.

“Can I use your phone Mommy?” He requested and you nodded your head, reaching down into your pocket and handing it to him.

“Be careful with it, and don’t buy anything.”

“Ok, I won’t,” he nodded before walking back over to Maia. You then turned back to the food, focusing on it again. Suddenly, you heard some familiar music and Maia’s loud squealing so you turned around to see Mason kneeling on the floor next to her bouncer chair, holding your phone up so that the both of them were able to look at it.

“What are you showing her?” You wondered and Mason looked up at the sound of your voice.

“I’m showing her a video of Daddy doing Trivia: Love,” he replied.

“That explains why she got so excited,” you chuckled. In the two months since Maia’s birth, she was proving to be a huge Daddy’s girl.

“I have to show her because she has to learn it for when we go to see Daddy’s shows,” Mason added, which made you smile widely.

“I’m sure she’ll get it,” you grinned.

Jung Hoseok

“It’s coming Hendrix, just hold on,” you whispered, bouncing him lightly as you paced into the kitchen where Hobi was standing at the counter. “Are you almost done Hobi?”

“Just a second jagi,” Hobi muttered, putting one last scoop of baby formula into one of Hendrix’s bottles before picking it up and shaking it.

“I told you to make him more bottles before you left this morning,” you sighed, the sounds of Hendrix’s cries starting to get to you.

“And I thought we agreed on you breastfeeding,” Hobi shot back as he held the bottle out to you and you snatched it from him before glaring at him.

“I told you, it’s too hard to keep up with it while taking care of the twins at the same time,” you replied as you put the bottle into Hendrix’s mouth and his cries immediately stopped as he started eating.

“Mommy?” You heard Lennox call and you looked over at the counter, where he and Berkeley were sitting as they ate their lunch.

“Yeah Lenny?” You answered him.

“Can we learn how to make bottles for Hendrix too?” He wondered and both your and Hobi’s eyes widened.

“You want to?” Hobi questioned.

“Yeah, we wanna help Mommy,” Berkeley spoke up.

“I mean, I don’t see why not,” Hobi shrugged before looking over at you. “What do you think?”

“Sure, I don’t mind,” you said. “But if they’re gonna learn, you’re gonna have to be the one to teach them. I really don’t have the patience for it today.”

“Sure jagi,” Hobi chuckled, stepping over to you and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “How about if I teach them and then afterwards, I’ll put them all down for a nap so that you can rest?”

“That sounds amazing Hobi,” you smiled as you adjusted Hendrix in your arms. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Hobi reminded you and you nodded your head as he turned around to look at Lennox and Berkeley. “Alright, come on kiddos. Daddy’s gonna teach you how to make some bottles!”

Park Jimin

“Hey jagi?” You heard Jimin whisper gently and when you opened your eyes, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a soft smile on his face. “Hey you.”

“Hey,” you replied with a yawn, reaching your arms up and stretching. “When did you get home?”

“Like 15 minutes ago,” he said. “Noah met me at the door and said that Mommy and Sydney were sleeping so I had to be very quiet.”

“He’s the cutest,” you chuckled. “Once I finally got Syd down for her nap, I was exhausted so I just wanted to rest for a while.”

“You don’t have to explain jagi, I understand,” he told you. “I wish I could be home more these days to help you out, though.”

“It’s not your fault Jimin-ssi,” you replied as you reached up and cupped his cheek with one of your hands. “Kiss?” You requested and Jimin chuckled before leaning down and kissing your lips firmly. However, the two of you were interrupted by the sound of crying coming through the baby monitor.

“Just like clockwork,” you sighed as Jimin pulled away from you. You moved to get up but Jimin’s hands on your shoulders stopped you.

“I’ll go get her, you stay here and rest,” he told you. You smiled and nodded and after giving you another kiss, he got up from the bed and walked out of the room. After a few seconds, you heard Sydney’s cries die down so you figured that Jimin had gotten her but you were surprised when you saw him pop his head back into your bedroom.

“Jagi, you have to come see this,” he told you and you raised an eyebrow at him as you sat up and got out of the bed. You followed behind Jimin as he led the way to Sydney’s nursery and when you got to the doorway, Jimin motioned for you to look inside and once you did, you felt like your heart was going to burst.

Noah was on his tip toes outside of Sydney’s crib as he softly rubbed her hand through the bars of her crib. Sydney had now stopped crying completely and she was looking up at Noah with wide eyes. You could hear Noah whispering to her but you couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying.

“Hey mini me,” Jimin spoke up and Noah looked over his shoulder at the two of you. “Are you taking care of your sister?”

“Yeah. Mommy was sleepy so I wanted to help,” Noah shrugged and you grinned widely as you walked over to him and kissed the top of his head.

“Thanks Noey,” you told him. Jimin walked over and reached down into Sydney’s crib, picking her up and holding her to his chest.

“Why don’t you come help me feed Syd while Mommy goes back to sleep?” Jimin suggested and Noah nodded his head rapidly.

“Thank you Jimin-ssi,” you said and he just smiled at you before shooing you off back to bed.

Kim Taehyung

“Mommy, I think Eli pooped!” Spencer exclaimed from her spot on the bed where she had been playing with Elijah. You looked up from where you had been folding some laundry and you frowned lightly as you smelled the air.

“I think you’re right Spence,” you sighed as you set down the shirt that you had been working on and walked over to the bed. You reached down and picked Elijah up, your nose immediately scrunching up once he was closer to you. “Oh yeah, he definitely pooped.”

“Can I help you change him this time Mommy?” Spencer begged as she followed you out of your and Taehyung’s bedroom and into Elijah’s nursery.

“I have to do the first part but I’ll let you put the new diaper on him, ok?” You told her as you laid Elijah down on his changing table and Spencer nodded her head as she watched you. You quickly set to work on taking the old diaper off of Elijah and cleaning him up with some baby wipes.

“You wanna go get me a new diaper from the box please?” You requested and you didn’t even have time to look down at Spencer before she was racing off to grab it for you and you just chuckled to yourself as you finished cleaning Elijah up.

“Here you go Mommy,” Spencer chirped as she walked back over to you and held the diaper up. You nodded and threw away the baby wipe that was in your hand before lifting Elijah’s butt up.

“Open it up and then put it underneath him,” you instructed her and Spencer nodded before doing as you said. “And then you pull the little sticky tabs to make sure that it stays on him.”

“Like this Mommy?” Spencer wondered as she pulled on the tabs and stuck them into place.

“Just like that,” you smiled as you watched her do the other one. You wrapped up the dirty diaper and threw it away before picking Elijah back up and looking down at Spencer. “Thanks for helping me Spence.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled and Elijah began to coo loudly, which made you giggle as you looked down at him.

“Eli said thank you too,” you translated.

“You’re welcome,” Spencer repeated as she got on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to Elijah’s cheek.

Jeon Jungkook

“Did that bath feel good Ari boo?” Jungkook asked as he dried Aria off with her small bath towel as she laid on your and Jungkook’s bed. She gurgled loudly as she kicked her feet, which made Jungkook chuckle deeply.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,” he smiled. You and Ava walked into the room then, after you had finished getting her dressed for the day.

“All done in here?” You wondered as you walked over to the bed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Aria’s cheek.

“Yep, just have to lotion her up and then get her dressed,” Jungkook replied as he grabbed the bottle of lotion that sat on the bed.

“Did you get her outfit yet?” You asked and Jungkook shook his head. “Alright, i’ll get her one then.”

“Oh Mommy, can we match today?” Ava asked excitedly and you couldn’t help but to laugh at her. You looked over Ava’s purple sweater and blue jeans that she had on and you tried to remember if Aria had anything similar.

“I think she has a little onesie that’s the same color as your sweater,” you said after thinking for a few seconds. “And we can put her little baby jeans on her too.”

“Yay!” Ava exclaimed and you smiled before walking over your and Jungkook’s dresser, opening the drawer that held a few basic pieces of clothing for Aria. You found the onesie and the jeans before carrying them back to the bed, where Jungkook was finishing up with putting lotion onto Aria’s body.

“Here you go,” you said as you laid the outfit on the bed.

“Wanna help me get her dressed Angel?” Jungkook asked Ava and she nodded her head. You reached down and picked Ava up, setting her on the bed and you watched with a smile as she helped Jungkook snap the buttons on Aria’s onesie and pull on her jeans.

“Oh, you two look so cute!” You gushed and you pulled your phone out of your pocket, taking some quick pictures of the two of them together.

“We all ready to go now?” Jungkook wondered as he picked Aria up.

“Uh Kook? You might wanna change shirts before we go,” you chuckled, pointing to the wet spots on Jungkook’s button up.

“I didn’t even notice,” he groaned as he handed Aria off to you. “Give me two minutes.”

“I told you not to give her a bath after you put on your nice shirt!” You shouted behind him and he raised his hand up and gave you the middle finger, only making you laugh.

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harveywritings92 · 3 years

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Welcome home!: Hawks x Older! OC

Summary: Keigo (Hawks) age 23 pro-hero #2 and a model who can't cook for crap! so one night after patrol he's wandering back home with his convenience store dinner, and notices a lady, Tsukino Akibara age 27 occupation: Librarian; walking home by herself when he noticed a man was following her, he decided to intervene and walk her home, and as a thank you she makes him dinner, now Keigo can't seem to stay away, though a lot of people are wondering if it's the food or the pretty girl that's keeping him around.

Kino's quirk is called Push-pull: she can telepathically pull people or objects towards her or push them away, the drawback is that is she overuses her quirk can cause temporary blindness.

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"Whoa! you seriously need to eat six bowls of rice for dinner?!" The brunette said gawking at Hawks who nodded downing his fourth helping of rice, he just got done telling the older woman the strict diet the commission had him on since childhood a healthy light breakfast, lunch was always his call, and end the day with a hardy dinner, they're starting to not really care what he eats so long as he does his job! Kino gawked at the winged hero in astonishment she knew Keigo ate lot... but six with every meal?

"How much food should I even cook with that much rice..." she muttered then looked at her tiny blue rice cooker that she's had for years. *The poor thing will never make it...* she mentally shuddered then snapped out of it when Keigo held his bowl out for another helping to go with his hamburger steaks, Kino complied and watched in awe as Keigo downed the half the steak in one bite. *He kind of reminds me of my old dog Poro...* she hummed having mini flash back of her late childhood pet... then was brought out of her reminiscing by the blond holding his bowl out to her. *Another?!* You smiled tightly and went to the kitchen while thinking back to how this all started...

[Tsukino was walking home late after a long day of work walking this late in the night would invoke fear and wariness over every movement creeping in the shadows... Kino however was numb to it all it had been three years since her ex husband left her... the empty silence and loneliness seemed to be her only companions... The brunette didn't even noticed the sleazy man eyeing her, from the bus stop she passed nor did she hear his footsteps coming up behind her...

She was almost in his grasp when a chipper voice called out. "Hey honey! Sorry for not meeting you at the station I fell asleep!" a blond man with red wings smiled sheepishly as he walked up to Kino who looked at the young man bemused, before his gold eyed glanced behind her and he frowned. "Who are you?" he asked briskly the brunette women turned to see her stalker gawking like a deer in the headlights, before putting his hand in his pockets and walking away with his head down. "You gotta be more careful being out this late, I saw him tailing you from the bus stop." Tsukino eyes widened as her hands gripped her bag.

"Thank you...I" she was cut off by the man's stomach growling he blushed putting he hand on his belly. "It was no problem I should probably grab some dinner now." you saw him walking away with bag convenience store bentos, and in a moment of pure impulsiveness Kino grabbed his arm."Say eating premade store food all the time isn't really good for you, um why don't you come over to my place? I'll make you something."

She wasn't expecting him to say yes, but next thing she knew was making him homemade onigiri which the blond man who introduced himself as Keigo ate in under 30 secs and was getting ready to leave when, Kino stopped him again. "Why don't you comeback whenever you feel hungry after I've grocery shopped of course." again you weren't expecting Keigo to say yes. "All right gimme your number." and with that an odd friendship began....]

That was nearly six weeks ago...

Kino was slack-jawed as she was watching the winged hero still in awe as he asked for another bowl of rice, only to find the cooker completely empty. "I'm outta rice!" she said eye twitching, Keigo said that was fine and continued eating the rest of his food, after his plates were clear; Kino still felt guilty for losing the battle to his monstrous appetite, so she cut up some apples and sprinkled them with some cinnamon sugar and brought them out to Keigo. "Hey, I know you're still hungry sooo..." she trailed off seeing Keigo slumped over her table with his head resting in his arms as his breaths came out steadily. "Huh...ya gotta be kidding me, he fell asleep?" she said surprised putting the bowl of apple slices on the table; Kino went to get a spare blanket and draped it over Keigo's shoulders the wing man didn't even twitch.

"Hero business must really take the wind out of you..." Kino hummed patting him on the head before going back to the kitchen to do the dishes as she was finishing up she heard Keigo wake up. " mm, *checks clock* Oh crap! it’s already this late!?" he sputtered quickly grabbing his goggles and jacket. "Well it looked like you were sleeping well, I didn't want to wake you." Kino said wiping her hands on her apron. "Oh by the way I left some apples..." Hawks cut mouth full. "Aw rlawredy tate em'! (I already ate them!)" he tossed the bowl her way which the brunette caught with her quirk she gawked at the empty bowl astounded and gently set it down on her counter and went to meet Keigo by the door and the winged hero turned to her.

"Thanks for meal Kino, I'll text if I can come again?"

"You don't have to ask my answer will always be the same."

With that Hawks took off for his night patrol, and Tsukino when to look through her mail pile for that electronic store catalog she saw earlier...

The next day the silver eyed brunette arrived to a large electronics store, intending on buying a brand new rice cooker, but first decided to have a little fun. testing out video games, playing on the display tablets and lounging in a massage chair for few minutes, Before finding her way to the small appliances aisle.

Kino felt a little overwhelmed by the different Rice cooker brands and tried to remember when she bought her old one and how much it cost, but then remembered she was a broke high schooler living on her own bought it at a yard sale, that was like eight years ago! and she didn't know how long previous owner had it for!

Eventually a clerk noticed her looking lost and decided to help her, unfortunately the clerk was obviously looking out for their quota and Kino found she'd gone a bit over budget with her new toy..."Looks like I'll be taking double shifts..." she mumbled to herself patting her new Rice-cooker while continuingly telling herself it was a very necessary purchase, and as it turned out it was able to meet all of Keigo's rice needs when he stopped by for dinner again that night!

a month later...

Kino was woken up by a text from Keigo. {Hey I'm pretty busy tonight, so I won't be able to come over sorry 😞] the short woman blinked as she re-read the text. {Okay! don't push yourself to hard! 😊] she sighed before rolling over to looked at the ceiling wondering what she'll do today... Keigo told her he's interested in western cooking and has never tried pulled pork before she was gonna make that tonight! even searched the internet for a slow cooker recipe that she'd been dying to try out! she puffed out her cheeks as she got up and her vacuumed her living room, then went to do the laundry...

{not noticing the little red feather following her around.}

"Hmm, maybe I should go visit auntie's grave." She said to herself it had been a while since she went to clean the headstone, she got on the phone with her friend Shun. "Yeah I was thinking of going this Tuesday… yeah I can meet you there, haven't been there since school!" she hung up and looking at the tv to see a KFC Commercial with Hawks flying around eating a bucket of chicken and her stomach growled. "It's lunch time!" She cheered deciding not to cook and got some cup noodles and peach juice, before sitting down to read something...

"I've already read this book." She huffed decided to go to the library (the feather from earlier snuck into her bag) and went to get a few new books and she spied a few magazines with Hawks on the cover, but decided it was too weird reading about someone that she cooks dinner for almost every night and left them alone...

On her way back the owner of the butcher shop she frequents called to her. "Say missy those Chicken legs you were asking about are on real cheap today!~" Kino smiled at him. "that's okay I'm fine today!" the man looked at her like she grew three heads. "Hey... ya better not be cheating on me with another meat vendor!" he joked the brunette giggled and waved him off.

"Tonight dinner will be whatever I want." she mumbled as made her way home as soon she got home Kino sat down to read a book on the rules soccer as her cousin's son had joined a club was curious. "Holy crap!...I never thought kicking a ball around would be so complicated!" she sputtered gawking at all the rules and regulations. "Urhg, all this sports jargon making my head spin, think I'll take a bath." she said getting up from the beanbag she was sitting in and going over the a pink drawer and pulling a purple bottle out of it.

"Shun gave these bath-bombs for a birthday gift, never really used them before." she said getting the bath ready as Kino was opening wrapping on the bath bomb, nearly choke on her spit when she saw it was Easter themed it was supposed to looked golden chicken but instead "hehe.. it-IT LOOKS JUST LIKE KEIGO! HAHA!" the feather that was chilling outside her bathroom bristled as she burst out laughing as she put it in the water. "Oh wait... I should've taken photo, dang!"

Now that she got a few minutes to think to herself quietly Kino didn't realize how lonely she was feeling. "Spending the whole day alone like this... feels long and tiring." she sighed then noticed her arms and belly were looking kind of gummy... "Jeez... A month of eating the same meals as Hawks and without excising I'm starting to get pudgy..." she huffed getting out of the bath, later when she was getting ready for bed Kino stayed up to do a word search puzzle when she heard something on her balcony... scared she looked around for a weapon as using her quirk would be a bad call in this situation, as she didn't want to accidentally kill someone; grabbing a random object she crept towards her balcony door.

The short woman swallowed hard as she opened the door only be greeted by Hawks sitting on her railing sipping a can of coffee. "Keigo?" Kino blinked bemused as the blond turned to look at her. "Oh hey you are awak...why are you holding a toaster for?" he asked brows scrunched up in confusion, the silver eyed brunette looked down at what she was holding, sure enough! in her frazzled she grabbed the toaster to defend herself with. "Uh.. I was just putting it away..." she said using her quirk to put it back on the counter, the wing hero hummed as the brunette cleared her throat.

"So what are you doing here?"

"I'm taking a break from mid-night patrol, figured I'd see if you were awake.."

"Oh, so you going back out?"

"In about five minutes, why?"

Hawks cocked a brow as Kino was quiet for a moment he frowned mentally preparing for her to try and kiss him or try and drag him to bed with her, (like all the other girls that just wanted to be friends...) instead he was confused when she told him to sit tight for a second, and disappeared in inside she came out couple minutes later. "Hold your hand out." she said Keigo complied and Kino grab his hand the blond felt shock go through him, and his wings fluffed up a little as the brunette woman gave him this a small bundle wrapped in a cloth. "A bento!" she chirped as Keigo's jaw dropped slightly he looked down at the bento then back at her stunned.

" I don't have anything warm other than onigiri though..." she said apologetically as Hawk kept looking at her wide-eyed then shook his head. "Urm, it's fine thank you...I gotta go." he muttered avoiding eye contact his ears were burning as he took off into the sky. "Goodnight Keigo! be safe!" Kino called after him before turning in for the night.

{Meanwhile the head of the commission received pictures of Hawks frequently visiting as certain brunette and did not take kindly to this one bit. and decided to put an end to to these little trysts at once. "I look forward to meeting you miss Akibara." she smirked confidently... Not realizing just who she was threatening.}

#boku no hero academia #boku no hero fic #keigo takami #hawks x oc #Keigo takami x oc #female oc

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ayuuria · 3 years

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Yashahime Translation: Animage January 2021 Issue (Part 2)

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I decided to split this translation into two parts as it made more sense flow wise.

Part 1: Merry Christmas from the Yashahimes Part 2: Interview with SixTONES (the group that performed the opening theme to Yashahime)

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SixTONES, Let’s Start Running

An opening theme that livens up the start of the story with a catchy tune and lively moving cinematic. Thoroughly dissect the charm with an interview and scene cuts!

Singing the opening theme for “Hanyō no Yashahime” is the energetic idol group that has gained popularity across a wide age range, SixTONES. What is charming about their 3rd single, “New Era”, is that it is an emotional song that has a melody overflowing with a sprint like feeling and rap mixed in. With the meaning of “A new age” included in the title, it perfectly matches this work that draws the story of the new generation.

Bringing out the feel of the tune’s youthful vitality is probably the condition of its link between the video. Going along with the lyrics of “Let’s start running” at the beginning, Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha can be seen running together. At the hook of the song, matching the melody, the three of them rhythmically attack demons. In accordance with that, within the tune’s positive impression, the “likeness” of the three girls is added refreshingly. With the synergy of the song and the cinematic, it is an opening theme with an overflowing feel of righteousness that instantly draws viewers into the world of the work.

Shared Questions

Q1. From the start, what sort of impression did you have of “Inuyasha”?

Q2. What did you think when you heard that the song would be the opening theme for “Hanyō no Yashahime”?

Q3. What is your favorite part within the melody or lyrics?

Q4. What were your thoughts during the recording?

Q5. What did you think when you saw the completed opening cinematic?

Q6. If you could go to the Feudal Era, what would you take with you?

Kochi Yugo “I took a photo together with the opening screen”

A1. My impression was the characters were so cool and cute that it made me want to try on Japanese clothes when I was little. Personally, I fell for Sesshōmaru.

A2. I was genuinely happy. I never imagined that SixTONES would oversee a theme song to an anime that is popular across a large range of generations. Anime songs have a lot of impact, so I thought this was a chance for people of all different generations to hear us!

A3. I personally love Morimoto’s B melody part. It has remained in my ear ever since listening to the demo sound generator and I secretly wanted to sing that part. Please, I would like everyone to listen (to that part) consciously!

A4. Rather than focus singing well, I went into the recording wanting to focus on the sprint like feeling and emotion. It ended up having a good nuance with more emotion in it which made me happy!!

A5. Seeing the main characters move with our tune was fresh and exciting. When the credit came up, I instinctively took a picture of it!!

A6. I would take a large amount of seasonings like mayonnaise to the Feudal Era. I want to eat fish and rice deliciously! I also want to make a triumphant face!

Kyomoto Taiga “I streaked my hair as a sign of respect”

A1. I watched it every week after coming home from school, so it feels like I’m returning to my childhood when I watch “Inuyasha” even now. V6’s “CHANGE THE WORLD” (first opening theme song of “Inuyasha”) was the first CD I ever bought so I’m happy that we were entrusted with the theme song this time!

A2. Anime theme songs are something I normally appreciate and have an aspiration for, so I was truly happy. Putting in respect for the work, I streaked my hair for the shooting of the music video and (CD) jacket.

A3. There’s charm packed in the whole thing but the falling hook is especially nice so I would like everyone to enjoy the development of tune as it changes like a rollercoaster.

A4. I was entrusted with the important parts like the beginning of the A melody and the B melody right before the hook, which influences the tune’s impression and enlivenment. Hence, I completely brought out my rock side which was locked in my internal shelf when I sang. I hoped my strength and passion came through.

A5. It’s a work that inherited the world of an anime I watched when I was little, so hearing our voices resound in the theme song was deeply moving.

A6. A blanket. I have a habit of making blankets into pillows when I sleep so I’d like to take one so I can sleep well.

Tanaka Juri “The potential of the tune expanded with the added cinematic”

A1. The image I have of “Inuyasha” is that it’s recognizable to many people and has a lot of fans. I watched it myself and a lot of my friends are big fans.

A2. I heard that we would be singing the theme song first before the actual song. Frankly, I was happy and excited as to how our music would match the anime’s setting.

A3. I think you’ll get the feeling that you’re being taken to a variety of worlds from this single song due to the way the melody continuously changes. However, it really comes together as a whole, so the quality of the song is high. It would be great if people can enjoy the six of us shining in our individual parts with their ears.

A4. As much as I could, I tried not to think about the fact that it was a theme song when I sang. I’ll mess up if I think about it. The conclusion I came to after interpreting the meaning of us overseeing (the song) in my own way was that there was meaning in SixTONES delivering cool music. Hence, I focused on creating cool music without thinking about unnecessary things.

A5. We saw it for the first time during the broadcast, but I felt that it expanded the potential of the song that we alone couldn’t express.

A6. A rice cooker. I want to eat warm rice.

Matsumoto Hokuto “I was happy there was starry sky cinematic at the slow part”

A1. At the time, I thought it was a work that was a little more for adults so I thought I shouldn’t push my limit and didn’t watch. Even so, I really liked the visuals for Inuyasha.

A2. I knew it was a highly anticipated work. Thus, I was little unsure if we could create a song that could clear that hurdle.

A3. The part at the intro and coda that goes “ai ai ai…” was sung not as a chorus but by myself. It’s a hard song with a lot of vigor but there’s a delicate harmonization paired with it so I would like people to pay attention to the depth and lightness as they listen.

A4. In addition to the “ai ai ai” part at the intro and coda being one octave lower, adding a nuance to it was difficult so I had a harder time with it than expected.

A5. It was my dream to see a battle scene go along with our song, so seeing the scene where swords are being brandished made me excited from the bottom of my heart. This is me talking personally; during my slow part, the starry sky shows on screen. The name Hokuto originates from the stars, so I was strangely happy.

A6. Smartphone. Taking high resolution pictures and videos; I want to take a walk while having a modern map open, matching up where is where.

Jesse “It fits so perfectly that I laughed”

A1. When I was little, I wanted to be a demon!! I had “Inuyasha” stationary too!

A2. I was excited, wondering how the cinematic would fit and when I actually watched it, it fit so perfectly that I laughed! It really matched! I was really happy!

A3. There’s a lot of parts such as the Japonesque feel from the intro, the rap, the righteous melody line at the hook, and my part which is the drop melody. Thus, I don’t think you’ll get tired of listening to it. Also, the lyrics are really straightforward which I love. In the drop melody, in addition to the sprint like feeling and heartrending feeling, the hue changes a little so singing it made me feel a happiness I really like.

A4. I shouted more than usual in the recording! I like Shintaro’s part, so I hum it a lot.

A5. The voice of SixTONES, the melody of “NEW ERA”, and the character’s movements all fit perfectly so I’m relieved. I’m thankful!

A6. SixTONES’s sound generator and speakers!

Morimoto Shintaro “It become one at “Let’s start running””

A1. At the time, I was in either kindergarten or elementary school, so I was always excited to watch “Inuyasha”. I remember buying Tackey & Tsubasa’s “One Day, One Dream” single CD.

A2. I was very surprised! Very happy! Just like the song’s name “NEW ERA”, I thought it would be great if “Hanyō no Yashahime” and SixTONES could create a new era!

A3. The world of “Hanyō no Yashahime” and the world of SixTONES, the sound that has a lot of changing keys; there’s a lot of substance within one song to enjoy. I would like for everyone to pay attention to the sprint like feeling.

A4. There’s my slow part that starts from “I wanna~” and I would love for people to enjoy the tempo and melody as well as the hook that rises towards the “No no no no no-“ part.

A5. The scene where the characters start running when the lyrics say “Let’s start running” really tugged at my heart like the work and SixTONES had become one!

A6. Snack food. I want to bring them like “We have these delicious foods in the future!”. Even if you’re fighting, food is sure to bring about peace. That is my wish.

The Start of the Three’s Journey Opening Storyboard, Production, and Key Animation: Tobe Atsuo

— Please tell us what your thoughts were when you first listened to “NEW ERA”.

Tobe: I felt pressure as I thought it fit the image of the work.

— The cinematic was matched with the song but what sort of theme did you think of for the storyboard?

Tobe: At first, it was originally planned that Director Satou Teruo would draw the storyboard, so we composed it based on the director’s ideas. First, the number one priority was that we wanted to make the feeling of continuation from the work called “Inuyasha” straightforward. We decided we wanted to express “The three meet through the guidance of the rainbow pearls and go off on an adventure together” in a simple composition.

— It seems that you were the “One-man key animator”, is this what you wanted yourself? Also, within those 90 seconds, was there a part in particular that you enjoyed drawing?

Tobe: The one-man key animator was the director’s request. Of course, expressing the forms and impressions of the three new protagonists was fun and it was work worth doing. However, drawing the inserts of characters from “Inuyasha” was nostalgic. Especially Kirara. Also, Takechiyo’s a good character (laughs).

— Please tell us the parts you focused on or points that we should pay attention to.

Tobe: In any case, I made sure not to deviate from the image of the three leads being “youthful”. I was careful of not making it “childish” but instead “youthful”. In the opening, I didn’t concretely present the enemies that would appear going forward as I wanted to focus on the aspect of “the of start of the three’s journey”. Nothing would make me happier if viewers are able to enjoy the main story like “What’s going to happen from here on”.

Inuyasha & Sesshōmaru

While holding the key to story of “Hanyō no Yashahime”, Inuyasha and Sesshōmaru, who have not yet made a proper appearance since episode 1, are drawn in a meaningful way in the opening. Just what sort of meaning do their expressions have….

Illuminated by the Morning Sun

In the opening cinematic, it finishes off with the forms of the three girls gazing at the morning sun from atop a cliff. It is a situation where the scene closely resembles that one scene from the cinematic of the very first opening theme of “Inuyasha”, “CHANGE THE WORLD”.

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2020.09.02

S: I started cooking in a new way, rice cooker cooking. I put chicken in between banana peels and put it in the rice cooker, and the meat became so soft. It's like cooking with a pressure cookerK: Then won't the pressure cooker lose it's purpose? S: Errrr I guess so? K: You can cook rice in a pressure cooker tooS: recently I've been wanting to eat curry, and I found a recipe that allows you to cook curry and rice cooker in the rice cookerS: Well but the flavours of the food stay in the rice cooker and K: Ahh then I won't do it, I willS: use a pressure cooker? K: I will buy from ubereats S: Hahahaha, I've never ordered from them before K: why? S: I'm scared.... I don't want to meet anyoneK: don't want to meet anyone? Living in a dark world you are

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The weather this year has been weirdK: The rainy season was so long, and summer is sooooo hot S: Yeah I actually release my recent singles to show changing season, but, it becomes inaccurate hahaha

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Writer: Have you been riding your bike or car? K: Ahhhh I've been using my car, it's impossible to ride my bike during summerS: But it seems nice though K: What are you talking about? The bike engine is hot, and the sun is hot tooS: Ahhhh you're sandwiched between them

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K: I bought a gaming mouse even though I am not good at games, it's like 17000yen. S: I see I seeK: And like a pro gamer told me he wanted this mouse, and I went ans bought it for myself without telling himS: HahahahaaK: Today I went home and set it up, and normally I don't do that but at the end, I properly cleaned itS: Hahahahaaaa, I totally get it! Only at the very beginning eh? K: Only at the beginning. My audio interface which should be more precious, is covered in dust now S: Hahahaha, well, it's the excitement when you first welcome it rightK: Yes, like, you've come to a good home you know? S: And recently, how's you roomba doing? K: Really well, but my carpet make a the brush of the roomba really batteredS: AhhhhhhK: I don't know if it spins too much or is my carpet too strong.... It doesn't clean anything upS: Ahhh well I have the same thing with appliances as well, and stationery, journals. So like look here, hereK: Uh huhS: There's a line left by a ball point penK: Looks like 2S: Er yes, and there's more behind as wellK: HahahahaaS: Like before it becomes battered like this, I took care of it really well but, once it becomes a little ragged, I'll be like, let's just stay as friends, kinda, hahahahahaK: Woww... I wonder... It sounds like this is how you'll be treating girls in future S: Stop it stop it, I was thinking that as I was saying it butK: I can't say any different about myselfS: hahahhaaa, well maybe after a while we can do maintenance and make it last longer... Ok nothing we say now can salvage the situation

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Q. In what situations do you feel, this is awesome? S: K: I play games with kensho san, another friend, and a pro-gamer, and sometimes all of them have died, and I was the only one left, with many enemies around me. Then I take them alone and win, I feel super good when that happens

Poll: Which do you hate more?A. You'll clean up after so you let the other party do the cookingB. You'll cook so you let the other party do the cleaning upS: A! K: B! *silence*S/K: hahahahhhahahaa

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itsuki-minamy · 4 years

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“K - THE FIRST STORY”

CHAPTER 3: THE SWORD, THE CAT, AND THE SEVEN KINGS (Part 3 / End)

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

* Prologue: Side: The Boy * Chapter 1: The boy named Isana Yashiro * Chapter 2: Flames * Chapter 3: The Sword, the Cat, and the Seven Kings (01 / 02)

Humans, if they're too hungry, their heads won't work.

The boy is accused of murder, he is about to be cut by a guy with a sword, a naked girl shows illusions, and loses the power to think deeply about them. He just remembered the relief that Neko, who was running naked, put on his jacket properly because it was so cold in the middle of the night.

Now the three of them aren't even sure what purpose they were pursuing, and are kneeling in the boy's room, which is the beginning, to get rid of his harsh breath. The fatigue and hunger from not having eaten since last night seems overwhelming.

In the hallway of the student dormitory, the peaceful buzz of boys and girls trying to go to school in uniform resounded, like "Good morning." and "Did you do your homework?"

Kuro was also tired of being thrown during the night. Still, he has not lost sight of his purpose, and when he stands weakly to his feet, he reaches for the sword at his waist.

"Bad "King"... Isana Yashiro... By order of the dead "King"... You..."

However, since he has escaped many times, he is very weak. Also, there is swirling graffiti on the raised Kuro's left cheek, with "stupid" on the right cheek and "meat" on the forehead. It was written by Neko while being carried away by illusion. However, while chasing him, she got used to it, so she didn't laugh anymore.

Looking at Kuro, who was trying his best to draw his sword, the boy was confused on what to do, with a feeling that was different from the already imminent sense of crisis and was mixed with a slight sense of humor.

At that moment, a sad sound and signal was heard. It's Neko's belly.

"Shiro, I'm hungry… Ah~"

At what was said, the boy's belly screamed and responded.

"At the moment... aside from the accumulated stories, why don't we eat?"

At the boy's suggestion, Kuro frowned, "What...?", But his belly obediently complained of hunger.

The boy was flirting and standing up to him.

"Thanks for your support."

It's okay to put the problem aside for the moment and eat, but the boy had no other household skills than cooking rice.

It seems that Neko loves to eat too, but she can't seem to cook like a natural thing, and when they stood in the kitchen and talked about how they could make something that they could eat, it seemed like they couldn't make it. He stood up.

When he sees a briefcase that appeared to be stuffed with guns on the table, does he want to kill before meals? Although it was loud, when he opened it, there were some kitchen gadgets like his own kitchen knife and condiments that he thought were professional.

What kind of person is this guy, a chef who thinks he is a samurai? The boy is confused and watches Kuro's tendency.

Kuro first looked inside the refrigerator and looked at him.

The contents of the refrigerator in the room of the boy who does not cook is deficient. There are some ingredients that can barely be made with miso soup, but there is nothing that can be a side.

"Shall we go shopping? Because there is something like a supermarket on campus."

"I want to eat fish!"

Kuro looked at the boy and Neko with a hard look, and fell silent with a thoughtful look for a moment. Finally, he turns to Neko instead of the boy.

"Do you want to eat fish?"

"Yes!"

"Then buy three horse mackerel. The skin is crispy and the inside is smooth and juicy."

"Nyaa!"

Neko happily makes her eyes shine.

"If you put some soy sauce on the freshly baked horse mackerel, it tastes great. Because it's simple, it tastes universal and happy."

Horse mackerel, Neko sniffed at the drool.

"Then let's buy eggs. Do you like rolled eggs?"

"Dashimaki?"

"It is a dish that is made by mixing many sardines with broth and eggs, and rolling it while baking. It is a soft and smooth food with a spongy dashi aroma. When you put it in your mouth with grated radish, the flavor is accentuated and returns to be delicious."

Neko's drool could no longer be held and hung from the edge of her mouth. Kuro looked into Neko's eyes and said.

"You want to eat?"

"I want to eat!"

"Well. Then go buy it. Write down any other necessary items in a note. Well, your most important role is definitely bringing Isana Yashiro back to this room. If you run away, you won't be able to eat the delicious food I just mentioned. Do you understand?"

"Okay! Wagahai will eat delicious fish and dashimaki with Shiro!"

It seems like he intends to catch Neko with her appetite and make sure the boy doesn't run away.

In the chase during the night, Kuro seemed to have grasped Neko's characteristics to some extent. The endurance game that lasted over a dozen hours, gave birth to a kind of strange bond between the three of them. There is no trust in her, but he can somehow understand the points that he can trust.

He won't run away anymore... He's so hungry that he doesn't know where to run since he found his home, so he only wants to talk quietly once.

The boy laughed bitterly and watched the exchange between Kuro and Neko.

Steam comes out of the rice cooker and there is a slightly sweet aroma that can cook boy's favorite rice.

But that is not all today. The fragrant smell of burning fish mixed there, playing an indescribable harmony.

Wearing a pink apron, Kuro rhythmically cuts the onions. The boy gazed admiringly at the onions, which quickly and accurately became increasingly thin.

Tofu miso soup is made on the stovetop next to the fish, which has a small, crackling, explosive skin and is exquisitely browned.

After chopping the onions, Kuro takes it upon himself to bake rolled eggs with one fluent hand.

The egg, which was stirred well in a bowl and mixed with the broth, soy sauce, mirin, etc., was rubbed with a strainer, and the liquid egg was poured into a heated, oiled pan. The egg makes noise and hardens in good condition. Kuro started to roll it into a half mature state with beautiful movements.

"Oh~"

The boy and Neko involuntarily give a voice of admiration. The belly of the two screamed again.

When the eggs in the skillet are tightly rolled, the remaining egg liquid is also poured out and rolled further. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful rolled egg was completed and Kuro put out the fire.

At the same time, the sound of cooking rice resounds, and the fish appears to be baked and the grill rises.

It was a wonderful skill to finish everything at the same time.

The boy and Neko make their eyes shine on the table. It's simple, but that's why it stimulates an empty stomach.

He didn't have all the china in the boy's living room, so he bought it when he was shopping for ingredients.

While shopping, he offered to buy a bowl for Neko and was delighted with her large eyes glowing brightly. Along with Neko, who carefully selects her favorite tea bowl, the boy also chose tableware for Kuro. He doesn't eat as often in the boy's room, but he can't bear to let him eat white rice from a flat plate or drink miso soup from a cup.

Kuro opens the rice cooker. The white steam that smelled of freshly cooked rice rose, and Neko happily offered her a new bowl of tea of her choice. He's staring into her glowing eyes as another rice is spilled.

A boy dressed in a killer robe, a guy trying to cut it, and a mysterious girl who suddenly appeared and was believed to be a normal kitten until yesterday, like a united family, clasped their hands around the warm rice.

"Itadakimasu!"

When he sipped the miso soup, the moderate salty taste and aroma of the soup spread through his mouth. The ingredients are simple, tofu and fried, but the boy thought it was the first time he had had such a delicious miso soup.

"It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

The boy lifts the cheeks with red tide. Kuro didn't look careless, but he snorted with a casual expression.

Neko also hurries, squeezes the muff and rice, and enjoys the fish. However, she didn't seem to be very good at using chopsticks and she spilled grains of rice in a conspicuous way.

When he saw how Neko was eating, he looked up and pulled the voice recorder from his chest.

"Rice is important, chew it well."

A man's deep voice rang out from the voice recorder. It was a good voice that was smart but also had a mysterious feel to it, but the boy twisted his head at a strange word like haiku, slogan, etc.

"That's…"

Kuro's eyes said, "Do you want to listen?" He turned to the boy as his eyes twinkled. Seeing his glowing eyes, he said that he was talking about a mysterious tape recorder, the boy was sensitive to the long annoying air it created, and the sign that a story was likely to unfold that the boy didn't care, and he quickly turned his important attention to the rice.

As he cut the fluffy rolled egg into bite-size pieces with his chopsticks, cut out the story of the person that is important to the guy.

"By the way, I want to ask you now."

When the boy changed, Kuro also turned to the boy, erasing the childish expression he wanted to show off when he played the tape recorder.

"In the first place, who are those men who chased me?"

They were people who manipulated supernatural powers, such as attacking with a metal bat that spewed flames and shooting fireballs with cigarettes. Both Kuro and Neko have a mysterious power, so the boy feels lost if he is the only common person.

"A member of their clan was killed. They are seeking revenge."

"Clan member? Are they a runaway tribe or a mafia or something?"

"Clan is a group that follows the 'King', and Clansman is a member of it. The 'Red King' Suoh Mikoto is the 'King' of the third clan, and the most temperamental man among the 'Kings'."

Clan, clan member, "King", "Red King".

The boy freezes slightly, writing down the words that appear in his head.

"In short, the head of the supernatural powers? Is there some other group like that? Do you mistake me for the criminal who killed that member?"

"I am not mistaken; you are the criminal himself. When I finish eating this, I will crush you properly."

The boy was told with a very serious look and a tone that declared that he would take care of the domestic matters he had to do.

"Yes..." He withdrew.

Although he is eating rice with him, he seems willing to carry out the execution after the meal. There are simple parts that are easy to use in Kuro and stubborn parts that are unlikely to bend smoothly, and it seems easy to understand and difficult to read.

"Fill it up!"

Neko, who was happily eating, happily handed the empty tea bowl to Kuro. Kuro receives his bowl and tries to serve rice naturally as if he is doing it every day.

"Oh, yeah, me too!"

They have an especially delicious side dish today, and the boy's favorite white rice is on the rise. Kuro silently stared for a few seconds at the boy who took advantage of Neko and pushed the tea bowl away.

"Well, this is probably the last white rice of my life."

With a light sigh, Kuro also received the boy's tea bowl.

He doesn't want this to be the last meal, but the white rice he eats with the garnish that Kuro made is really delicious, so the boy chews the stuffed rice he got and puts a juicy fish on it.

"I know why they are after me, but why are you trying to kill me in the first place? You are not a partner of those people, right?"

It seemed like a lonely little shadow had fallen over his eyes.

"Because I am a vassal of the Seventh King, the former 'Colorless King'."

"Colorless?"

"It means it has no color. My deceased master ordered me to carefully identify the next 'King' and if he is bad, I will not hesitate to eliminate him. He had the power to predict the future."

He must have longed for the dead master. When talking about that person called Miwa Ichigen, Kuro has a scathing tone.

"The power of prophecy... "Colorless King"... What is that "King" you mentioned earlier?"

"He has great power and embodies the reason of this world. The power of the 'King' is moving this country. It is something that ordinary human beings do not know."

It's a tremendous story and the boy makes his eyes go round

"I was wondering if the Prime Minister was the greatest in this country..."

The current prime minister, Samukawa Kanichi, is not very popular but he is not very obnoxious and he is a person who still maintains a medium approval rating. There is no atmosphere like that of a king, but in this country where there should be no royal system, Prime Minister Kanichi should have the decision-making power to move the country first.

"Now, the politics and economy of this country cannot be established without the power of one man. Japan, which became a defeated country and was eaten by the surrounding countries, could now become the greatest economic and technological power of the world because of the appearance of that man in this country."

"Who is that man?"

"He is called the 'Golden King'. His power is secretly everywhere, for example..."

Kuro poured the soy sauce into the chabudai and took the PDA out of his pocket.

"Both were created by a company controlled by the 'Golden King'."

Soy sauce, PDA, gender and manufacturer are different, but both are famous brands that are spread all over the world.

“The head of those people with fire powers, you said he is the 'Red King', right? Is there red and gold?"

"There are seven kings."

"Seven people?"

Kuro took out various condiments from the briefcase containing a set of kitchen utensils and placed them on the table.

The seven seasonings with different colors on the tops can indicate seven "kings" respectively. Kuro puts his index finger on the seasoning on the red cap that contains paprika powder.

"The character of the clan is completely different depending on the 'king' who rules. For example, if you describe the Red Clan in one word, it is violence."

The boy instinctively frowned, "Uh…". He is being attacked by people who are like symbols of violence. The boy on the skateboard who attacked the boy with a metal bat without asking questions was certainly violent language.

"That is a very close-knit clan, which is united with an elegance darker than blood. Killing that member was a very stupid thing on the part of the new 'King'."

"That's why! It's definitely about someone else! I'm not a 'King' and I didn't kill anyone in the first place!"

The boy is quick to insist on the premise of something he does not remember. Kuro sipped tea silently with a nasty face.

Neko, who should be on the boy's side, seems not to be interested in the story of the two, and when she finished eating the rice, she got on the bed and started playing with the boy's umbrella.

"The 'King' is the one that moves the economy and is the boss of the mafia, right? A high school student living a mediocre life like me is not a 'King'!"

“I have said that the nature of the 'King' varies. There are several ways to do it. The fourth royal authority, the "Blue King", is the head of an institutional police organization for those who have powers, while the first royal authority has immutable power, but is shrouded in mystery. He is patrolling the sky over Tokyo in an airship without fulfilling the role of 'King'."

"Airship... Oh, I certainly could see it. That's a 'King' too, isn't it..."

There is something strangely intriguing, and the boy hugs himself around his belly on the shirt.

“Furthermore, although the existence of the fifth 'King', the 'Green King' has been confirmed, but he has not appeared on the table and appears to be planning something under the surface. It's no wonder if you're a newborn 'King', a high school student, or if you're hiding your status and power as a 'King' and killing for an evil purpose."

"Oh... what does that mean..."

“There is a mysterious relic called "Dresden Slate" that selects the "King" and grants him great power. It is said to be a huge block of stone with a mysterious power that was discovered and studied in Dresden, Germany, during World War II. After the war, the Slate was brought to Japan and is now kept in the Mihashira Tower, which is the residence of the "Golden King". I've never really seen it. The criteria for the Slate to choose the 'King' are unknown, but history shows that not only are good people chosen, and that position and age have nothing to do with it."

"Hmm...", the boy gave a warm reply.

"But I don't have any supernatural powers..."

"Is that what you are hiding? The Seventh King, the "Colorless King", is a special "King" who has different characteristics for each generation. What kind of power and what role does he play appears on the Slate. It is said to be a prankster who knows no limits, the king of clowns. So I don't know what kind of power you have, even if you're hiding it."

"No, I'm not hiding it..."

"Just what is common to successive 'Colorless Kings'."

Without hearing the boy's objections, Kuro continues.

"The 'Colorless King', good or bad, has the power to interfere with the 'King' and change the balance of power between the 'Kings'. The predecessor, Ichigen Miwa, was a kind person. He was doing his best as mediator so that there would not be a conflict between the 'Kings'. The new 'Colorless King', as 'King' has shed human blood, and I cannot forgive him for causing and causing chaos!"

In front of Kuro, who speaks enthusiastically, the boy again heaves a heavy sigh.

Perhaps Neko was tired of playing alone, she returned to the kotatsu and picked up a piece of fish that was slightly stuck to the plate with her finger and put it in her mouth.

Each plate was carefully emptied. When Kuro put his hands on the plate he had finished eating, the boy did the same.

"Thanks for the food."

When Kuro and the boy talked to each other, Neko compared them to each other, clasped his hands as if to look at them and said, "Sorry."

Kuro drinks the hot tea and stands up naturally.

"It's time to kill you."

So, Kuro said that with the same ease as if he said that he would go to a convenience store.

Neko jumps up and poses intimidatingly while yelling "Shah!" The boy was impatient and held out his hand.

"Wait, wait! Then it's funny! Let's calm down! The reason you want to kill me is because I'm the evil 'Colorless King', right? What's the evidence?"

"That video."

"It's so easy to fake! Don't you think that's funny? Why would I call myself the 'Colorless King'?"

"Evil, you reveal yourself."

"If it were so… I made a mess with those dangerous people, I'd already be running away to a safer place! Right?"

Kuro looked away with a thoughtful gaze, but it seems his determination to kill him hasn't changed yet. The boy says desperately.

"I said it many times, I'm just a mediocre high school student!"

"So who is she? Is she not your clan member?"

Kuro pointed at Neko. Neko, who was still intimidating, turned to her own topic and showed her big eyes as if she had struck the void.

"Eh? No... She is..."

The boy looks at Neko from head to toe. The beautiful long-haired girl, who wears only the boy's uniform coat and exposes her bare feet in the harsh place, does the movements that animals actually perform, as she claims to be a cat.

Apparently, it is the identity of the kitten who was friends with the boy, but that is not what he wants to hear and the boy had no words to explain what she was.

The boy asks Neko directly.

"Who are you? Or what are you?"

"Wagahai is a cat!"

Neko said it like she did at the beginning, and she was very excited.

Kuro puts his hand on his jaw as he ponders.

“A Strain… Is she here by chance? Cannot be."

"Strain?"

"A person who has her own special power without being granted by a 'King'. Some people have it."

The boy asked Neko, "Is that so?", But Neko tilted her head with a smile.

"I don't understand anything, but I'm Shiro's cat, and Shiro is mine!"

Neko declares that in a good mood and starts dancing around happily.

Kuro also thought that it was difficult to think that this innocent girl understood the story of the evil "King" or was his vassal.

The boy turned to Kuro and faced him with the greatest sincerity he had.

"Hey, Kuro Yatogami. This is probably some kind of unfair accusation. I'm going to clear up that suspicion in front of you! And I'll ask those scary people to clear up the misunderstanding. No!"

Holding his fist in front of his chest, the boy insisted.

"Your deceased master said to identify the other person and kill him if he was evil, right? Then identify me correctly, if I am good or bad!"

Kuro straightened his line of sight towards the boy and paused to think a bit. Finally, he took out of his pocket that voice recorder that played during meals and handed it to the boy.

"Press a button."

"Hey?"

"Do it."

The atmosphere cannot be maintained any longer, the boy gets confused and presses a button, "Well then..."

"Do not judge the cold, without first knowing the heat of the burning sun."

A good voice flowed with astringency, depth and sensuality.

"What is that?"

The boy was very confused, but Kuro was convinced of something.

"Don't make a quick decision. You have apparently earned a chance to live, Isana Yashiro."

Even with a smile, he was confused. He's not sure what that means, but for the first time, he's happy that Kuro's attitude has softened and the boy's expression relaxes.

"Shiro is fine. Yes, can I call you Kuro?"

"Isana Yashiro."

Kuro, who called him by his full name to cut off his offer, stretched his back and looked at the boy with a stern look.

"I will identify you as you say, and if I find out that you are evil, I will kill you immediately. Okay?"

He thinks he was stubborn, loud, but sincere. In response to Kuro's statement, the boy smiled and asked for a handshake and extended his right hand.

"Thank you, Kuro. That is enough for now."

"If you are grateful, thank Ichigen-sama for advising me."

Kuro doesn't hold his hand and walks away.

The fact that he gave up means that the voice of that recorder is the voice of "Ichigen Miwa". The boy wondered why he was really worried about the tape recorder containing Miwa's mysterious words.

"What is that voice recorder?"

At that moment, the atmosphere Kuro was wearing changed. The atmosphere becomes brighter as if a flower is blooming, and a loose smile is shown as if such a face is made, and the cheeks become red.

He seemed to be excited and began to speak rapidly while breathing.

"This is…! This is a record of the words of the late master, Ichigen-sama. The words of Ichigen-sama, who was also an avant-garde poet, were so connotative and beautiful! I was recording it. It was not enough. burn it on my soul, and I still get lost."

Out of breath, Kuro presses the switch on the recorder.

"Occasionally walk the path you have chosen, the path of your dreams."

"Miwa's words" flow from the tape recorder, and during the narration period, he listens with an elated face that appears to have been beaten. Stained like an apple, Kuro picked up the recorder and looked at the boy with a proud face.

"That's what I'm saying!"

"How awful!"

An honest impression came out of the boy's mouth.

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Wagahai is a cat. There is no name yet.

She feels like she used to have one, but she forgets. So a cat is just a cat.

Neko is now curled up on the boy's bed in the shape of a kitten.

She chased him from last night until morning, and when she had breakfast, she made her sleepy, so the boy said, "We will sleep for the moment."

The boy is sleeping under the blanket where the cat is curled up, and on a small tatami space, Kuro is leaning against the wall, sleeping with a sword in a sitting position.

Neko doesn't like Kuro. He came to destroy the happy days with the boy.

There is no way she will like people who say terrible things like kill the boy.

However, the rice he made was so delicious that she forgives him a bit. Especially the fish with crispy skin and plump body was wonderful.

Inside the room with the curtains closed, the morning sun shines through the gap, but it is comfortable and dim.

Neko tried to fall asleep as she was, and after thinking for a moment, she moved towards him. Bring her face to the boy's face and wave by bringing the tips of their noses together.

"Good luck, Shiro."

Neko snuggled into a position where the boy's body temperature could be felt. It is not cold here. She is not alone. She liked this place where she could hear the boy breathing next to her.

Neko is from Shiro, and Shiro is from Neko.

Feeling the temperature of her favorite company, Neko closes her eyes and enters the world of dreams.

#k #k the first story #k project #Isana Yashiro #Yatogami Kuroh #neko #silver clan

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newtsshelbys · 4 years

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A New Home | Neighbour AU | Chapter 3

Prompt: “Hey, I locked myself out, can I stay at your place until my roommate comes home?”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader, Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s life couldn’t have been more ordinary. She lived together in an apartment with her sister, while being a student at the nearby college. The small flat next to hers stood empty for a while now, until one day two young men moved in. What at the beginning seemed like a simple new encounter, tured out to turn her world upside down.

Warnings: swearing, drinking

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Your doorbell rang. You were currently not doing anything special. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone. You got up and made your way to the front-door. You didn’t expect anyone or anything, so you wondered who could be at your door. The door doesn’t have a spy, which meant you had no idea who was standing on the other side of it.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by the smiley face of a blond boy with blue eyes. He was holding a paper-bag excitedly right in your face. A little panic started to spread in you. Since you were home alone and had no plans for the night, you were only dressed in a pair of black shorts, watermelon socks and a loose t-shirt with no Bra under it. Your panic was mixed with confusion. What was he doing here and why was he so excited?

Since the text he send to your sister two days ago, you haven’t heard from him. You really weren’t expecting anything anymore at this point. You also tried to do your best not to think about about him or this stupid kiss. You had to admit, it was hard and you needed a lot of distractions, but it worked somehow. Or actually it didn’t. You just liked to tell yourself that it worked.

So, now he was standing in front of your apartment on a Monday evening.

“I’ll be back in a second.” you told him and ran off, smashing the door back into its lock.

Harrison’s smile faded and was replaced with a confused look as the door was smashed shut right into his face.

You sprinted to your room and looked around for something to wear. You got out a bra. Also, you found a black shirt somewhere in the mess you called your room. You grabbed a pair of light blue skinny jeans from the floor and put them on. You decided the socks were fine. You got your hair free from the messy bun on your head, brushed it and pulled it together in a proper ponytail. After a second look into the mirror, you decided that you still looked awful, but not as awful as you did one minute ago. You rushed back to the door and opened it again.

Harrison was still here, looking around. His attention was back on you within seconds and he was still smiling brightly. The whole evening, he didn’t make one comment on what just happened.

“Hi, Harrison.”

“Hi, Y/N.”

You realised that you were still standing in the doorway, so you moved out of your way that Harrison step in.

As he put his bag on the kitchen counter, you asked:

“What are you doing here?” you didn’t know what to expect by this sudden visit.

“I hope you haven’t eaten yet.” he raised his eyebrows at you excitingly. You shook your head and signalised him to continue.

He took a deep breath and started explaining, while unpacking his bag:

“Even though your sister told me, you loved take out; I decided on something else, but still similar. Because I fucked up pretty badly last Friday, I wanted to make up for it. And I wanted to apologize. But I thought coming here and saying ‘I’m sorry’ is kinda lame. Even though, I really am. And since I have a secret source that told me you liked sushi, I thought I’d make sushi for you. Or we can do it together. However you’d prefer it.”

You were taken aback by his offer and his apology as well. In your head you always just told yourself that Harrison probably didn’t waste another thought about you, after he left your apartment on friday. And now here he was, apologizing and ready to make your ‘favourite food’ for you.

“I’ve never made sushi before.” you stated, since it was the only thing that came to your mind on what to say.

“Me either. See, that’s the point where I think this gets interesting. You can either watch me fail completely and use me to your amusement. In that case, I’ll probably end up buying take out for us anyway or you could help me and we could try to actually make some enjoyable sushi. So, what do you say?”

You were really impressed by his enthusiasm. It rubbed off on you a little. And suddenly, you found yourself, wanting to make sushi with Harrison Osterfield on a Monday evening.

You realised, Harrison was really sorry for what happened. From your point of view, he didn’t even have to be. He should be apologizing to his girlfriend out of everybody. Sure, the situation unsettled you, but in the end, it was you who overreacted. You were the one planning on apologizing to Harrison for handling the situation like this. But if it would have went your way, you probably just would have avoided him to the point where you were faced with the unavoidable. Maybe in the end, you and Harrison could become friends.

“Sure, I’ll help you.” you told him and with that made his lips curl up into a silly smile.

“Great!” he happily stated, “We need to cook some rice then.”

You and Harrison were hopelessly lost. None of you were really good at cooking, even though Harrison likes to believed that about himself. You were fast in telling him that microwaving eggs was not cooking. You could tell he was slightly offended.

“I can make pancakes too.” he tried to defend himself.

And you just weren’t the cooker. You rather spend your time on something else. In your case, something else meant lying around all day and night doing basically nothing. You were just lazy. And with that, your take out-habit developed.

The good thing was, Harrison thought ahead and basically bought twice as much from everything than you actually needed. The first pack of rice went to shit. It wasn’t until Harrison was about to open your second and last pack as you came up with the idea to watch a tutorial on YouTube on how to actually cook sushi-rice. And with that you actually managed to do it and you also figured out what the rice-vinegar and the rice-wine were for.

“I’ve just read it in a recipe and thought it sounded sushi-ish; I had no idea what it was for.”

“It sounded sushi-ish? Makes sense when it’s in a sushi recipe, don’t you think?”

Just as they thought the hard part with the cooking was over, they came to the part where they actually had to roll the sushi. This time, they decided to watch the tutorial right from the start. While you were chopping the veggies, Harrison was very focused on what the woman in the video said about how to roll the sushi. You found it quite adorable how serious he was taking all of this. He probably didn’t even realise he started to mimic the movements the woman made in the videos. You had to smile to yourself, what a dork.

“You got it?” you hinted at his phone.

“I think so?” he neither sounded and nor look a 100% convinced.

They finished cutting the veggies together. In the sushi-kit Harrison bought, was a bamboo-matt to roll. Getting the rice on the nori-sheets was already challenging enough for Y/N. She and Harrison ended up with rice all over their hands. The rolling itself actually went really well. You were impressed by how good of a job Harrison was doing. After the second roll you wanted to try it yourself, so Harrison showed you.

“You have to push it back.” he instructed you.

“Like this?”

“Maybe a little more.”

Your roll turned out okay. Harrison’s looked better though, so you let him continue. After you were finished rolling and the rice pan was empty, the only thing left was cutting the sushi. Harrison read somewhere that you should cut it with a wet knife, so it would make a good cut. After messing up the first few, you eventually got the hang out of it and it didn’t even look that bad. You got out a fancy plate you forgot you had and you placed the sushi on it. As you looked at your final result, you couldn’t feel anything but proud.

“We actually did a really good job.” Harrison stated, “I’m gonna be honest, I thought we would fuck this up completely.”

“Same here. I’m proud of ourselves.” you retorted with a smile on your face. You and Harrison high fived.

The kitchen was a real mess, though. Harrison offered to take over the cleaning, since it was his apology and it was his idea to destroy your kitchen. Harrison was carrying the plate with sushi into the living room where you told him to put it. Eating in the living room on the couch was also a thing you adopted after some time.

“What do you want to drink?” you shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh, I actually brought something, only if you don’t mind, though.” Harrison came running back into the kitchen and pulled out a whole pack of Capri-Sun.

“In case one’s not enough.” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back, “I thought we better skip the alcohol this time, since that wasn’t a success last time.”

“That’s actually quite perfect.” you told him, and he was satisfied with himself. Even though you had to swallow a little harder at his last comment. Why does all of this bother you so much? The better question, why do you keep thinking about the way it felt when your lips touched?

You walked back into the living room and took place on the couch.

You even found some old metal chopsticks in one of your many kitchen drawers.

“I gotta be honest with you” you started and Harrison’s attention was on you, “I’ve never had sushi before.”

“Wait, what? No, your sister told me it’s your favourite.”

“My sister likes to mess with me and apparently with you too.” you admitted with a small smirk on your face.

“But what if you don’t like it? Then all of this was for nothing.”

“What do you mean? I had a great time making it. And I definitely imagined my Monday evening to be rather boring, so thank you.”

“Yeah, you had a good time?” he wanted to assure himself. You only nodded which was good enough for him. A proud smile formed on his face. You could tell he was satisfied with himself.

You ended up loving sushi. The mango ones were your favourite, so Harrison let you eat almost all of them. You decided against watching anything while eating and so you talked. Harrison told you on what projects he was currently working on and you told him about your major in college and what your plans for the future looked like.

You were both kind of in the same situation. As you told him about your future, you had no idea where to start, because you had no clue on what to do after college. And he was talking about what he was doing right now, but he had no idea what to come after. You figured that you were both the kind of people to just finish what they were doing at the moment and didn’t thought about what was about to come after.

“Do you like your major?”

“I actually do. At first, I started with a different one, though. I change after the first half of my first semester.”

Harrison turned out to be how you thought he would be. You probably could talk about everything and everyone with him and at the same time, he liked to place a joke here and there. Not once you felt uncomfortable or awkward while talking to him. He doesn’t take himself or anything else too seriously. You also liked the way his dimples showed when he was smiling wholeheartedly. His laugh was mesmerizing too. But you had to stop your thoughts right then and there. There was no way you were about to develop feelings for a guy who was already in a relationship. If so, there would be only one person ending up heartbroken.

Harrison kept his promise and went to clean the kitchen after you two finished talking. But of course, you weren’t the one to let him clean up the mess you fabricated alone. He refused to let you help at first but eventually gave in.

“When are you planning on getting Frankie back?” he asked as his hands were busy washing your dishes and more dirty stuff from the kitchen.

You didn’t expect that he remembered her.

“I’ve got finals this and next week and after that, we’ll probably get her back.” you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face while thinking about your dog. You just now realised how much you actually missed her.

“Sounds great. Let’s say I bring my dog along as well and we go in the park with them together or something?”

He actually wanted to spend more time with you, and you were really happy about that. You liked Harrison and you were excited to get to know him better, maybe one day, you’ll even meet his girlfriend.

“That actually sounds fantastic.”

He was also glad, you wanted to spend more time with him. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so comfortable around you, he just knew that he did. And it was reason enough for him to want you in his life as a friend.

As Harrison handed you a plate to dry, soap dripped from his hand directly on your t-shirt.

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”, he tried to wipe it away not thinking about his still wet hands. He only made it worse, and you started to laugh, since he didn’t seem to realize what he was doing.

He was suddenly so close to you. Harrison looked up at you as if he wouldn’t understand what’s so funny, until he saw the mess he fabricated on your shirt. His cheeks slowly reddened out of embarrassment. He looked at you with an adorable and apologetic look. Harrison didn’t seem to realize how close the two of you were.

The both of you grew quiet, neither you nor Harrison broke the gaze between you. His eyes were the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. Your chest started to grow tight. What was happening? Before you could even register Harrison starting to lean in, your phone started to ring. The both of you exhaled deeply.

“I should probably get that.” Your voice was quiet and flustered.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

Harrison turned away from you as you went to pick up your phone. He went back to clean the last few items in the kitchen, while you saw a picture of your sister lightening your screen and making it ring and vibrate.

“Hi, Lu. What’s up?” your voice seemed kind of shaky as you started talking to your sister.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. What’s up?” you send an apologetic wave Harrison’s way as if to say sorry for the interruption.

“Wait, what happened?”

Harrison sensed that you sounded worried now. He wondered what was going on and if he could do anything to help. At the same time, he was still thinking about what almost happened two minutes ago. He tried to assure himself that it was nothing, he was fine. But he could not answer the question, what would have happened if you weren’t interrupted. He didn’t want to know. Or did he?

“No, no. I already ate … with Harrison, why? … let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Harrison put the last spoon back into its place.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Harrison felt guilty for overhearing your call, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that you sounded really worried.

“Okay, yeah. See you in a few. I love you.”

You hung up.

Harrison looked at you with a curious and worried expression.

“You should go.”

“Did anything bad happen? Maybe, I can help.” he suggested, meaning every word of it.

“I’m sorry, but my sister is supposed to be home any minute and she told me she had a fight with her boyfriend. She said she was fine, but I know when she’s lying. But thank you so much for tonight. And just so you know, I was actually planning on apologizing to you because I acted childish that day. I’m sorry-” you started to ramble as Harrison cut you off.

“It’s fine, alright? I’m the one in a relationship, and I could see I made you uncomfortable.”

You hated how he said that. Like, he knew anything about you or when you were uncomfortable, like he had any power over the way you felt or didn’t feel. But you tried not to think about this now. You just knew, when your sister came home, you had to be there for her, no distractions allowed.

“Listen, Harrison, I’m really sorry to kick you out like this. But I have to look after my sister as soon as she gets home.” you tried to explain.

“No, of course, everything’s fine. I’ll just grab my stuff real quick.” Harrison went to grab his jacket and shoes. “If I can help with anything, you know where I live.” he offered, already halfway out the door.

“Harrison?” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around.

“Thanks, again.”

He just smiled at that and closed the door right behind him.

After your sister hadn’t shown up for another two hours, you started to get worried sick. You tried to call her at least twenty times and sent her over fifty text messages. You even thought about going over to the boy’s apartment to ask them if they would help you search for your sister. By the time your front door opened, you were lying passed out on your sofa, your cell phone right in front of you.

Your sister slid of her boots as quietly as possible, even though it was hard for her to stand straight. Due to the amount of alcohol in her blood system, she eventually woke you up anyway.

“Lu?” you called, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, baby girl. Don’t… mind m- me. I’ll- jus go t-to bed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, right now.” your eyes weren’t adjusted to the light yet, “I was up all night waiting for you to come home. I was so fucking worried after your call. Where the fuck were you.”

You sat up, your face in your hands, as you started to hear quiet sobs. As you lifted your head, you saw a girl. The girl seemed lost and messy. There was barely any colour in her face. Her black hair was dishevelled, and wisps of it hang loosely in her face. The girl seemed broken, a tear rolling down her cheek. You didn’t recognize your sister in this girls’ eyes.

“Matt’s leaving me.” she whimpered, the usual dynamic her voice carried was gone.

You scooped on the sofa and Lu slowly walked towards you and eventually sat down right beside you. You could see how hard she was trying to keep it together in front of her little sister. How hard she tried to stay strong in front of her.

“It’s okay.” You whispered.

It was that moment she broke down in front of you. The tears were now streaming down her cheeks, and her make up was all over her face. Her sobs grew heavier, as she dropped herself into your lap.

You knew it wasn’t the time to ask questions. You still wanted to know what was going on. But you figured that Lu wasn’t in the constitution to talk right now. At the moment she just needed you, her little sister, holding her and spending her comfort.

What could she have meant by saying that Matt is going to leave her?

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It was rare for Chikara-sensei to be in town for any longer than a few days. Rei never really knew what it was that she did, or why Lady Tsunade always had her off on missions, but she had always assumed it was because of Chikara’s talent. It would really make perfect sense. Chikara was sleek and skilled and her superior acting abilities made her a prime spy. She could weasel information out of anyone with her glittering eyes and charming accent. After all, Naru had to learn it from somewhere. Unlike Naru, however, Chikara was not delicate. Her broad shoulders and muscular physique, thanks to years of formal dance training, made her equal parts seductive and sinewy. Rei truly could not have asked for a better sensei and so when Chikara offered to spend the afternoon with her and Sekkachi, neither could pass up the offer.

The moment they reached her apartment, Chikara swung the front door open and warmly ushered them inside. “Make yourselves comfortable, girls” she said as she slipped into the kitchen. “I just have a few loose ends to tie up and then we can be on our way!”

“So, uh, what exactly are we doing this afternoon, anyway?” Rei asked. She peered around through the kitchen doorway but could only catch the tip of Chikara’s house slippers. They were soft and pink with little roses embroidered on them—like what one would expect a grandmother to wear.

“Oh, nothing too fancy!” Chikara called into the living room. “I just have to run to the thrift store to get this rice cooker repaired!”

Rei and Sekkachi exchanged confused glances. “And a thrift store is going to help you how, exactly?” Sekkachi asked.

Chikara chuckled lyrically as she popped out of the kitchen then, carrying what was presumably her rice cooker in a wrinkled paper bag. The cord snaked out from the opening and swung near her hand. “Oh, that!” she laughed. “Yes, the thrift store is owned by a friend of mine who’s rather gifted with appliances! So whenever something breaks, I go to him for help.”

“Ah-hah…” Sekkachi replied, nodding slowly. Chikara smiled at them and then motioned for them to come along. The girls quickly leapt to their feet and followed suit.

The cherry blossoms had since begun to disappear as the air in Konoha warmed considerably. Sekkachi tightened her ponytail and huffed as she walked along down winding roads and past civilians eyeing her midriff cautiously. “Yo, Chikara-sensei” she called. Chikara glanced at her over her shoulder. “I don’t want to sound rude or ungrateful because I’m not, but is there any reason you needed us to tag along for this?”

“No, not at all” Chikara replied. “I could very well do this on my own, but I figured since it’s so rare that I’m in town like this and that our schedules coincide, I thought it might be nice to go together. Unless you’d prefer to go home, Sekkachi?”

Sekkachi raised her hands in surrender, dropping her eyes to the ground. “Absolutely not. Just curious.”

Rei chuckled and elbowed Sekkachi mockingly. “Oh yeah, because otherwise you had such important plans with your couch, right?” she jested. With a frown, Sekkachi swatted Rei’s hand away and muttered a gritted shut up.

It warmed Chikara’s heart seeing how little her students had changed. She knew it was not customary for a team to stick by one another after they’d all grown up and moved on, so the maintenance of Rei and Sekkachi’s bittersweet rivalry was a breath of fresh air. Chikara turned on her heels and walked backwards as she replied, “If it helps the situation at all, I was planning to take you all out for tea and sweets after this. A complimentary little treat, if you will.” She giggled then as she shifted the weight of the rice cooker into her one arm and opened the door of a dusty little shop on the corner. Rei quickly recognized it as the same place she had seen a mechanical monkey in the window of years before, as well as the same place into which Kakashi had shoved her to avoid confronation from his students. The smell of musty upholstery and old books immediately whacked her back to those moments from so long ago. A little old man with beady eyes behind glass bottle glasses sat hunched at the counter humming to himself.

“Hey, Chikara-sensei” Rei whispered, “I thought this place was run by some little old lady.” A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what may have become of her. She didn’t know the woman’s name, but she remembered Grandma Teiko mentioning that they knew each other in their youth.

“Ah, yes” Chikara nodded, “That was his sister, Komori. Last I heard she was out of town visiting a new great-grandchild.” Rei pursed her lips and nodded, mildly impressed. She wondered how old this woman must be to have great-grandchildren.

The man furrowed his brows then as if he heard an incomprehensible buzzing, then turned and his eyes bugged out of his skull. “Chikara, my dear!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms out in welcome. “So happy to see you again! What broke this time?”

Chikara placed the rice cooker on the counter with a heavy thud. “I’m afraid my rice cooker has shit the bed!” she announced. “It never dings anymore when my rice is finished.”

“Hmm, that is a problem…” the old man muttered. He slid the paper bag down so he could inspect the machine. It was a bulky thing made of brass or some other type of metal—it was hard for Rei to tell from a distance. All she knew for certain was that it was extremely old.

Sekkachi smirked at the sight of it, tilting her head to get a better look. “You know, Chikara, have you ever considered just, you know, buying a new one?”

Chikara and the old man stared at her dumbly. “Whyever would I do that?” she asked.

“I mean…” Sekkachi started, pouting. “If it’s broken, it’s probably run it’s course. You could get a new one that works ten times better.”

The old man smacked his lips and pointed a shaky finger in the air knowledgeably. “If you ask me” he started, “if something can be fixed, then there’s no use replacing it! You kids these days are all so quick to throw away good appliances. Pfah! You see, they don’t make good appliances like this anymore. The new stuf is all made to break so the companies can squeeze you out of your money. Pointless, that’s what it is! Absolutely pointless!”

“Wow, Sekkachi” Rei grinned deviously. “He really schooled you.” Taunted yet again, Sekkachi frowned and punched Rei lightly in the arm—but not light enough to avoid a red mark.

Frowning, the old man turned to Chikara and shook his head. “Your guests are rather crass, Chikara” he pouted.

“Yes, they do seem to be acting rather out of turn, don’t they?” she asked through gritted teeth. She pulled the two girls nearer, her grip tight and threatening. “You’ll never believe it, but these young women were my students once upon a time. Rojin, this is Sekkachi Fumeiyo and Rei Natsuki. Girls, this is Rojin Choshu, a very gifted antiquary.” She emphasized his talent with a sharp gaze as if to silently threaten them to treat this man with respect.

Rojin eyed them up and down before nodding slowly, a small smile touching his wrinkled lips. “I see…” he mused. “Now it all makes sense. No wonder—they have the same spirit you did in your youth” he jested, turning to Chikara.

Rei and Sekkachi exchanged confused and curious glances. In her youth? What history did Chikara have with this man, exactly? Chikara chuckled politely, replying, “An unfortunate consequence, I’m afraid.”

Rojin laughed kindheartedly, however, and said, “I’m sure what they lack in manners, they make up for out in the field.”

Scratching her right shoulder, Chikara smirked and assured, “I’d say so.” Rojin’s eyes skated to her hand and suddenly an all-knowing expression crossed his face. Without saying a single word, she had told him all he needed to know about just how far her students have come. Before anything more could be said on the matter, however, Chikara peered at Rei and Sekkachi over her shoulder. “If you girls want” she said with a flourish of her hand, “you’re more than welcome to peruse the shelves while Rojin and I catch up!”

“I’ll even give you a 20% discount!” the old man said. He pulled a rickety wooden stool out from behind the counter and patted the seat, an invitation for Chikara to sit. If mending the rice cooker wasn’t going to take all afternoon, their conversation surely would. They were going to be here for a long while. “It’s the least I can do for friends of Chikara’s!”

Sekkachi gave a single nod as she began walking away. “We’ll let you know if we find anything interesting” she said apathetically. With a flick of her hand, she motioned for Rei to follow her deeper into the store.

The mismatched shelves were stuffed with equally mismatched knick-knacks from boxes of hair dye, likely expired, to vacuum cleaners from thirty years ago. Rei, expectedly, made a beeline for the used book section. She always had a soft spot for used books. She liked finding copies with handwritten notes in the margins and love letters on the covers. A glimpse into the lives of the previous owners, like a little fragment of their history left behind. As Rei’s index finger grazed the spine of a brand-new copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Sekkachi caught her attention from the clothing racks.

Rei turned to find Sekkachi standing in the middle of the aisle holding up the most abysmal dress Rei had ever seen. The collar was stiff and white and shaped like the plastic cones they put on dogs at the vet’s office. The sleeves were the size of blimps. Lace and tacky fake pearls covered the entire corset and hem. “What do you say you get married in this bad boy?” Sekkachi asked, swerving her hips and pouting her lips as if that was going to make it any more appealing.

“Not on your life” Rei joked.

“Aw, why not?” Sekkachi whined. “Can’t you just imagine Kakashi’s face when he sees you walk down the aisle in this thing?”

“Yeah, he’d go pale and make a run for it” Rei joked. She picked up the skirt between her thumb and index finger, as if touching it was going to burn her hand off. “I could hide an entire army in this thing.”

“Look at this, it even comes with a cute little headdress” Sekkachi cooed. She pulled the circlet up off the top of the hanger and shoved it crookedly onto Rei’s head. Bunches of tulle sprouted out from the ruffled base working their way to a fluffy veil crumpled down over Rei’s ponytail. “What a blushing bride!” Sekkachi grinned. Then, as she wrapped an arm around Rei, she joked in a high-pitched, mocking voice, “Oh, Kakashi! Take me, I’m yours!”

Rei tore the circlet off her head and shoved it in Sekkachi’s face, restraining laughter. “I don’t fucking sound like that, you idiot” she rebuked. Sekkachi shrugged, grinning, as she stuffed the dress back onto the rack. The damn thing was so heavy, the hanger bowed in the middle and for a moment, Rei thought it was going to snap. “Be careful with that thing” she whispered, glancing back at Chikara and the old man anxiously. “You know what they say: you break it, you buy it.”

“It’s not gonna break” Sekkachi dismissed. Then, after a moment of consideration, she began shoving Rei down the aisle, muttering, “But let’s get the fuck away from it just to be safe.”

“That’s what I thought” Rei smirked. As Sekkachi veered left, Rei turned right toward a shelf of miscellaneous housewares. She skimmed past a crock pot, a set of commemorative glasses for the third hokage’s induction, and a cheese grater before stalling on a curious little package. Tied together neatly with a wrinkled ribbon was a pair of vintage baby booties and a matching blanket. Rei ran her hand across the blanket’s soft fabric—pale blue fleece. Embroidered in the corner was a happy little teddy bear holding three balloons in primary colors. She picked up the booties and turned them over in her hands, swinging the little pompoms dangling from the cuff. They were so tiny. How could anyone ever be so tiny? She ran her thumb along the fleece and a jolt of something rushed through her veins. Suddenly her face grew hot and red, her throat tightening. Rei fought with every ounce of her willpower to keep her lips from curling up into a smile. She turned the package over in her hand once again, feeling for a price tag though she knew she didn’t have any use. Before she could find one, however, Rojin called to her from the end of the aisle.

“Those are $12 as a set” he announced. Rei startled, snapped out of her daze, as she whipped around to face him. She instinctively clutched the booties to her chest. There was a kind, sort of soft look on the man’s face as he then asked, “Are you expecting?” She watched his eyes quickly glance to her stomach as if he expected a hint of a baby bump. She wondered if he was hallucinating the existence of one with his old eyes, or even worse if her junk food diet was coming back to haunt her.

Face bright red, Rei shoved the package back on the shelf and shook her head. “N-no, not at all!” she exclaimed. She caught Sekkachi’s eyes fall to her waist as she skirted around to inject herself into the conversation. Rei consequently folded her arms across her abdomen in an attempt to hide. In retrospect, she understood how suspicious this looked but it was better to guard herself than open the door to further scrutiny. People always manage to see what they want to see rather than the truth, anyway. “I was just, uh, you know…admiring the craftsmanship. They’re…they’re really well-made.”

Rojin narrowed his eyes and nodded, mildly suspicious. “Ah, yes” he croaked. “I believe they were handmade. Barely used. The woman who brought them in said they were a gift for her daughter but turns out she already bought a pair that she liked better, so they had no real use for ‘em.”

“Well, that’s dumb” Sekkachi scoffed. “I bet the old lady put a lot of work into them. Her daughter sounds like an ungrateful bitch.”

The old man pursed his lips—it was clear he agreed with her sentiment, but not her choice of words. Rei glanced back to the set on the shelf, then dropped her eyes to the ground. She could feel her heart rate jumping, her face growing hotter. She needed to get out of here and fast. “Well, I’m sure they’re going to make an expecting mother very happy” she said before pushing past everyone toward the front door.

Sekkachi’s gaze followed her, cocking a brow in curiosity, before turning back to Rojin. He hobbled toward the shelf to adjust the set’s display so that the booties were perfectly aligned. “That is the positive about places like this” he then said, rather wistfully. “At least someone can get some use out of these things. A much better fate than just tossing them in the trash.”

“Yeah…” Sekkachi replied. Her eyes drifted to the blanket and booties for a moment before turning and abruptly approaching the door.

It only took Rojin about 45 minutes to fix Chikara’s rice cooker. Rei was sure he had candidly mentioned what, exactly, was the trouble with it but by that point, all she heard was static. She rushed out of the shop before she could even say goodbye to the shopkeeper, pressing her back against the wall and gasping for breath. She was such an idiot, she was making a terrible mistake. She hated herself for thinking the things she was. There was no reason for it. It was so stupid.

“So, Chikara-sensei” Seckkachi asked as the three of them walked toward the dango shop, “How exactly do you know that geezer?”

Chikara chuckled and swatted the air with her free hand. “We’ve known each other for quite a long time!” she replied. “When I first came to Konoha, he looked after me. Don’t get the wrong idea, it wasn’t in any sexual sense. Rather, he acted like a kind old uncle toward me. I was a girl with a dream but no path and he helped lift me up and set me straight. Gave me a place to sleep and a warm meal every night. I would never have gotten where I am without his help and so I’ve been repaying the favor ever since.”

“By…?” Sekkachi urged.

“By enlisting his services!” Chikara said. “I give him my undivided business as a thank you. I never accept any of his discounts, either. It’s just not proper. He deserves to be paid full price, and sometimes even then some! I never tell him about the extra money I stick in the tip jar, though. Always take care of that when he’s not looking. He’d protest like the devil otherwise!”

Sekkachi fought the smile threatening her lips, placing her hands on the back of her head as she strolled. She would never admit it but it warmed her heart to see Chikara keep in touch with people from her past. She never knew the details of her sensei’s life before Konoha, but she could only assume much of her life in the before had been vaulted away never to be seen again. Fading faces, connections collecting dust. But Chikara knew how to hold onto the good things. After all, that was all that mattered. Yes, only the good things.

Amai greeted the trio warmly and ushered them to their usual table in the shop. She always knew exactly where Chikara preferred to sit: right by the window so she could get a good look out at the village. The blonde hugged Sekkachi close and asked if she had plans to come in with Hiretsuna sometime soon. Chikara arched a brow in intrigue as she and Rei sat on opposite sides of the table.

“You sound like quite the sybarite, hmm, Sekkachi?” Chikara stated in a mockingly scandalous tone. “Amai, Hiretsuna. Who else might be on your list of ladyloves?”

“Oh, stop it, it’s not like that” Sekkachi swatted at the air. Chikara slid a menu toward her across the table, though she knew Sekkachi never ordered anything from here. “Hiretsuna and I just come here every so often after my doctor’s appointments. It’s strictly platonic. Is it so wrong to be on good terms with the hospital staff? Heaven only knows I’m in there all the fucking time anyway.”

As Chikara and Sekkachi conversed about the blue-haired kunoichi’s romance and chronic conditions, however, Rei’s mind wandered. She could hardly even remember stepping foot in the dango shop, she was so preoccupied with her own thoughts. And now, sitting here among the civilians, her eyes landed squarely on a group of young women a few tables over. They were chatting and laughing, all of them roughly the same age as herself. None of them mattered except for one. Situated right in the line of a strong beam of sunlight was a youthful brunette, her hair twisted up into a low bun. It was messy but perfectly so. She was plain but luminous, which Rei didn’t really understand the logic behind but it was true. A cotton blanket was draped over her shoulder and there, cradled in her arms, was a sweet little baby. They slept soundly against their mother’s breast, little hands clasped as if in prayer. Their skin glowed, their little ears almost transparent in the sunlight. Rei’s breath hitched in her throat as a daunting thought suddenly struck her on its own accord: that could be me. She felt sick the moment she thought it and wished she could cast it out of her brain immediately. Just because it could didn’t mean it should. That was a very important distinction. But if she just would…? No. Absolutely not. She was not going to have this conversation with herself. Not now.

The longer she stared, the further into insanity she could feel herself spiraling. Logically, she knew she needed to look away. Any longer and people would notice. Any longer and the woman would catch sight of her, would grow uncomfortable, would complain to the management and have her kicked out. Rei didn’t even want to stare to begin with. She yelled at herself to just turn her head, to look down at the menu and order something and move on with her day like a regular person, but she was paralyzed. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. And that paralysis struck her with the plainest, most horrifying realization. Before she could even react to it, however, Sekkachi waved her hand roughly in front of Rei’s face and the trance was broken.

“Earth to Rei! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sekkachi asked.

“I-I’m fine…it’s nothing” Rei stammered. She blinked a few times, trying to wake herself up. “I’m just…really tired. Work’s been, uh…kind of rough.”

A knowing smile touched Chikara’s face then as she leaned back and tented her fingers. “How are things going with the ANBU, anyway?” she asked. A look of panic and confusion crossed Rei’s face at the question. She couldn’t deny Chikara answers, but also was legally obligated to keep her mouth shut. Truthfully, she didn’t even like making mention of her career in public like this at all. Her identity was her most valuable possession and she needed to protect it all costs. After all, the ANBU wore masks for a reason. Reading the sudden horror on her student’s face, Chikara pouted and swatted the air. “Now I know I’m not supposed to ask about details but you can at least tell me if things are going well.”

Rei cleared her throat. Were things going well? She supposed so. Work was…steady. Tsunade seemed to be assigning her more and more responsibility. Rei attempted to compose herself before answering Chikara’s question. All the while, Chikara smiled and nodded along with a polite but knowing smile that made Rei almost nauseous. She tried to ignore it just as she tried to ignore the mother across the room. By the tie the three of them were finished, she was gone.

Sekkachi and Rei waved goodbye to Chikara as they parted ways, watching her turn the corner with her giant rice cooker in tow. When Sekkachi offered to walk Rei home, the redhead was at first skeptical but also was in no place to refuse. Besides, Sekkachi had said, her and Kakashi’s apartment was on the way to her own anyway.

“So what’s been up with you today?” Sekkachi asked, popping a cigarette into her mouth. She whipped her lighter out, using her palm as a shield as she struggled to light the end. The cigarette bobbed in her mouth as she spoke. “You’ve been zoning out and acting all weird. You freaked about the wedding or something?”

Rei shook her head and crossed her arms. “No, not really. I’m just tired” she lied, eyes downcast. “I’ve been thinking a lot because I’m tired.”

“Yeah?” Sekkachi asked. When she finally got her cigarette to light, she took a long drag and a look of utter relief swept across her face. Deep inhale, a moment to savor it, then a long sigh. “Thinking about what?”

“Not really anything” Rei replied. “Just…thinking.” She hoped her answer, though vague, would be enough to sate Sekkachi’s curiosity. She didn’t have the strength to truly explain herself. She didn’t even want to explain herself to herself, whatever sense that made.

As suspicious as Sekkachi was, she was far too worn out to press Rei further for answers. Rolling her eyes, she flicked some ash off the end of her cigarette and replied, “Well, whatever’s bugging you, just quit wasting your time overthinking it. Just tell your brain to shut the fuck up. Suck it up. There are more important things.”

Sekkach’s delivery was so harsh and yet in this moment, Rei was grateful for her blunt honesty. She was right. Rei did need to stop overthinking it. She was so embarrassed for thinking about the things she was, but realistically what even was there to be embarrassed about? She didn’t let herself dwell long enough to find an answer. All she knew for certain was that a tiny seed had been planted in her brain—a seed which had since grown into something overbearing and unavoidable. Something almost even, dare she say, obsessive. She could feel the yearning deep in the pit of her stomach: a gurgling, twisting desperation that reduced her legs to jelly. No more overthinking it. No more second guessing or inventing reasons to turn back. She already knew exactly how she felt. As she unlocked the door to her and Kakashi’s apartment and stepped inside, she validated the thought in her head, turning the words over in her brain until they felt real. I’m ready to have a baby with Kakashi.

#rei natsuki #sekkachi fumeiyo #chikara #kakashi hatake #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝present us your smile!❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: No pairing featured ]

「You were stone-faced and usually emotionless, no one had seen you smile before. However as your long time childhood friend, Kirishima goes on and on about how he has seen your smile. This results in Class 1-A getting curious over how you look when you smile.」

It was something no one had seen before. Their stoic, stone-face classmate who was always studying diligently and training regularly had gotten them curious. You were well aware of your own behavior. You rarely smiled and laughed but at it didn't bother any of our classmates. Todoroki was the same also, stoic and aloof. But as the days go by, he found himself getting more comfortable with his friends and began to smile from time to time. On the other hand, you were different, always stoic and devoid of emotions. As your childhood friend, Kirishima was interrogated a few times about your behavior.

Today, the students or Class 1-A were having dinner in the common area. Some were seated on the dining table while the rest were seated in the common area. Ashido who was sitting with Kirishima, Kaminari, Hagakure, Jirou and Sero sudden brought up something that she had been wondering about which was about their stone-faced classmate. She had said it when you were in your room cleaning up before dinner.

"I told you that [First Name] has smiled before!" the red head mumbled as he shoved another slice of ham into his mouth.

"Lies! We've been together for almost three years and I have never seen her smile!" Ashido exclaimed. Kirishima and her had gone to the same Middle School as you did so they knew more about you. However, it didn't change the fact that Kirishima was your childhood friend, already friends with you since Elementary School.

“Kirishima keeps on saying that but we’ve never seen [First Name] smile before. As we thought, its probably like some sort of super rare thing that happens once in a lifetime.” Jirou muttered whilst poking on a piece of potato that was hidden under the curry they were eating.

"Maybe it was when she was a little bit younger.....I can't remember exactly when or why she was smiling but I’ve seen it with my two eyes!" Kirishima rubbed his chin, eyes shut close as he tried recalling the events of the past.

“Well, Kirishima-kun is [First Name]-chan’s childhood friend so he knows her the best.” Uraraka pointed out as she walked into the kitchen to wash her plates. The brown haired female was followed by Asui, Midoriya and Iida who were done with their meals.

“But still, I have never seen [Last Name]-san smile or laugh before.....” Midoriya muttered out loud.

“I think she’s much more emotionless than Todoroki-chan. In a way, they’re similar.” Asui said out loud. The aforementioned male suddenly made his appearance, pointing at himself with a tilt of his head when he heard his name being mentioned.

“Me?” he questioned.

“Todoroki-san just seemed distant and aloof at first but he has become much more sociable and he occasionally smiles.” Yaoyorozu stepped into the conversation with a small smile as she handed the plates over to Uraraka who was washing everyone else’s plates.

“That is true! As for [Last Name]-kun, she’s friendly but she just doesn’t express herself that often! So Todoroki-kun and [Last Name]-kun are two very different individuals!” Iida explained, waving his hands around.

“But all that aside, I’m kind of curious of how she looks like when she smiles.....aren’t you guys the same?” Sero asked his classmates who were now standing in the kitchen and dining room.

“Maybe we’ll just have to make her smile somehow.” Kaminari pointed out while scooping some rice which had a generous amount of curry atop before eating.

"Oh! Sounds great! Maybe surprise her or something?” Hagakure wondered out loud, folding her arms.

“Then I’ll be in charge of doing that―” Mineta rubbed his hands together with a perverted grin on his face. Jirou used her quirk and jabbed the shorter male, causing him to shriek in pain.

“No, I don’t trust whatever surprise you have planned for her.” Jirou glared at the class pervert.

“This is stupid.” came Bakugou’s opinion as he helped himself to another serving of curry.

“But aren’t ya curious too, Bakugou?” Kirishima asked. The ash blonde scoffed in response, closing the rice cooker before taking a seat next to the red head and setting down his plate. He had been listening to everyone’s bullshit while he was eating and he couldn’t believe that they were fussing over something so trivial. But he couldn’t say it out loud―he was also curious.

“Oh, what is everyone talking about?” you questioned.

Your classmates stopped talking to face you. Dressed in your normal casual clothes and wearing your usual slipper, you stepped into the kitchen and helped yourself with the curry that had been prepared.

“Hey, [First Name]! What do you call a fake noodle?”

“Eh?”

“An impasta!”

Silence.

“Oh.....okay.” you muttered in response, giving the blonde a nod before you ate your portion of curry. Jirou smacked Kaminari and pointed out that the joke was just horrible.

And that was the start of Class 1-A’s mission to make you smile. They did everything they could. The girls had decided to buy you something but only received a ‘Thank you, I’ll treasure this.’ as a response. Everyone else did whatever they could just for the sake of seeing your lips quirk upwards a little but none of their efforts showed them satisfying results. Midoriya and Todoroki had complemented you while Kaminari and Sero cracked stupid jokes and puns. Their methods were different but none of them did any good.

On the other hand, you were starting to get a little confused by their behavior. Sure you were surprised the girls had gave you something but it wasn’t your birthday. Kaminari and Sero always cracked jokes but it made you curious as to why they were trying extra hard these days. As you filled your basket with items that the dorm needed, you thought about why your friends were acting weirdly around you recently. Even after the long queue and paying for your items, you still thought of nothing.

On the way back to the dorms, you walked pass the usual intersection and spotted a kitten at the side, slowly making its way to the street. That was when you noticed that the light was still red although the countdown was really close to zero. The loud engine from a truck caught your attention and when you shifted your attention from the kitten, you saw that it was speeding towards the kitten who was still unaware. You quickly stepped forward and raised your hand to stop the vehicle.

You picked up the oblivious kitten and walked to the other side.

“That’s close.....you almost died.....” you mumbled, setting down the kitten down the street, watching as it licked its paw and mewl at you cutely. You felt your heart swell at the cute gesture before walking away.

“Oh.....Neko-chan......” you mumbled, noting that the kitten you had saved from getting run over earlier had followed you all the way down the road. You glanced around to see if there was anyone around you.

As it was raining, you moved closer towards the kitten and moved your umbrella over the feline who mewed and rubbed itself against your leg. When you finally reached the dorms, you stopped to see that the kitten had followed you all the way up the stairs and in front of the door. You picked up the kitten and entered the dorms, cradling the creature with care. The first person you ran into was Bakugou who appeared to have came back from his run as he was dressed in a rain coat with a t-shirt underneath.

“Oh, Bakugou-kun. I’m home.” you bowed curtly.

“Stop with the damn formalities already. Anyway, what’s that?” he asked, pointing at the kitten.

“This? It was following me and it was raining.....so I thought that I should bring it in.” you mumbled, walking alongside the ash blonde with the kitten in one hand and the groceries in the other.

“[First Name], you’re back! Did you get those groceries we needed? Oh, a kitten!” Hagakure exclaimed, noting the feline you were carrying in your arms. You gave the invisible girl a nod as she slowly approached you, cooing at the cute little animal.

Everyone began to crowd around you who had brought home a kitten. Sitting on the floor, you let the kitten drink from the small bowl of water you had brought out. It seemed to have grown attached to you, staying crawled up on your lap as the girls cooed and gave it their full attention. Some of the boys couldn’t help but to coo at the feline, watching as you toy with the tip of its ears.

“I wonder if I can keep it.....I hope Aizawa-sensei doesn’t mind.” you said, glancing at your friends.

“Well, Aizawa-sensei likes cats too, so hopefully he decides that keeping this kitten will be fine.” Hagakure pointed out.

“Oh! Why don’t you give it a name, [First Name]? You’ve never had a pet before right? Your parents always thought that you could never handle one.” Kirishima hummed as you nodded. You gently stroked the kitten’s gray fur.

“How about, Haiiro?” you mumbled, cradling the cat close to your chest. The kitten meowed cutely, pawing at your chest as if to voice their approval. You found yourself unconsciously smiling.

“You like it that much, huh?” you smiled softly.

Everyone saw it. Your soft smile, the movement of your lips tugged upwards and forming that specific curve. The bonus was that you were holding such a cute white-gray furred Ragamuffin in your hands. You let out a small chuckle when the cat struggled in your arms and continued to paw at you. The boys could’ve sworn that they felt something tug their heart strings. Even Bakugou found himself flustered, covering the expanse of his face as he looked away from you.

The first time you had smiled in front of them was not a result of their efforts but it felt so damn good. They burned this sight into their minds, noting the dimples that appeared when you smiled. It was just so refreshing and cute.

“THAT’S CUTE!” some of your classmates cooed.

“Eh? What? Do you want to hold Haiiro-chan?” you questioned, holding up the kitten who began to rub itself against your cheek. Everyone was stunned, the boys were still recovering from witnessing such an innocent act from you while the girls were smiling at you. They didn’t say anything and you glanced around until your eyes laid on Midoriya.

“Do you want to hold it, Midoriya-kun?” you asked.

“Eh? Ah, um! Well! About that! I can’t! Yes! I can’t!” he fumbled over his words, cheeks bright red as you tilted your head. You turned towards Todoroki who stood beside him and stuck out the kitten, hoping that your bicolor haired classmate would take it from you.

“Here, Todoroki-kun.”

“Huh?”

“You looked like you wanted to hold Haiiro-chan.”

“N-No....I’m fine.” he muttered. You frowned at his response before glancing at everyone, wondering what was wrong with them. One moment, they were cooing at Haiiro and the other, they were speechless and flustered.

“What’s wrong with everyone?” you wondered out loud.

“N-Nothing! It’s just that.....it was kind of cute.....” Uraraka mumbled in embarrassment as she averted her gaze away from you.

“.....Kittens are cute, aren’t they?” you mumbled, smiling again.

You’re the one who’s too cute! were everyone’s unsaid thoughts.

“Bakugou-kun, your face is red, are you fine?” you asked in concern after leaving the kitten on the ground. The rest of your classmates began to play with it, making weird faces and talking with one another about how they have another member in their family.

“Hah!? What are you talking about!?” Bakugou exclaimed, turning to snap at you.

“Do you like cats? You think they’re cute too? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” you mumbled. Then you turned around to join your classmates, leaving the ash blonde to stand alone. Midway, you stopped and looked over your shoulder.

“I’ll let you play with Haiiro-chan if you’re embarrassed to do it now.” you said.

“That girl is so damn clueless! Not knowing that everyone was fawning over her cute ass smile....” Bakugou grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Total: 2033 words Published: 05.04.2019

Thank you for requesting! (ㅅ•᎑•) Ohhh! This was a hard one for me because I naturally just smile at people.... .....because I’ve been told that it brings me good luck so..... But I did my best! And with Natsuki’s help, this scenario was a success. Poor Kaminari, no laughs earned from his joke;; ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting! Super relatable because I’m normally emotionless when I first meet people. Couldn’t think of reasons to smile except for when you pet cats and dogs..... There’s a lot but this was the first thing that came into mind.― author Natsuki

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vldaera · 4 years

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task .002—

with special thanks for, and featuring, @vldareum—

JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager yes ys i kniw JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ill addition 4 fanny pack outing later :P JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager i’m bussy rite now tho ;) it’ areum time MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Busy doing what?! What’s Areum time?! JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager s MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera TT MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera, why did you send a winky face? Is Areum okay? MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera please I do not have time for this you are so aggravating JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ;) ;) ;_ MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera!!

Aera’s not so mean that she leaves their manager on delivered when she knows she’s probably gonna bust a nerve; no, she chooses to leave her on open, instead, so she knows she’s at least alive. Because for tonight, she has planning to do.

Phase One of Operation: Surprise the Socks Off Areum is long since over and was a huge success. Phase One is the simplest part: text Areum to come over tonight for another Star Wars marathon. They never got to the sequels.

Phase Two is the thick of it: cook a fancy dinner fit for a princess, hire a masseuse to pamper both of them in— ahem— Aera’s brand new(!) apartment, turn on absolutely any movie of Areum’s choice, give each other mani/pedis, and then end the night with giving her sister a woven bracelet that Aera personally made for Areum herself.

Phase Three: catalogue every second of it on her phone and watch the look on her sister’s face.

Ha. And Areum thinks it’s just going to be Star Wars.

It’s a bit of a thank you, in a way, for her sister to know that Aera really appreciates her, and also to let her know that Aera’s doing just fine, thank you very much, living alone. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but besides Areum, Naeun comes over! And Saeun! And Hamin! And... that’s pretty much it...

Clowns! One time Aera hired a clown to come and entertain her while she cried on the sofa over a stupid romantic comedy. It was sorta funny to watch how obviously uncomfortable the clown was ‘cause she paid him double to leave a kid’s party early to keep her company. He wasn’t expecting one of the members of one of the nation’s top girl groups to be sprawled out on the floor with a bottle of wine, she doesn’t think, but whatever. As you can see, she’s having the time of her life.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

Step One of Phase Two (that’s right, she’s that organized) is to go figure out what to eat. After their excursion to Tokyo, she’s thinking some miso broth ramen and spicy tuna rolls, so she makes a quick stop by the market to go pick up some seaweed and fish. She has a plan and everything; she’s gonna cut up some seaweed to say “I Love You, Areum!” and stick it in the broth like alphabet soup. It’s gonna be so cute—

Hey, what’s that? Bunnies for adoption??!! Ohmigod no way!!!

Aera hasn’t ever whipped a car into a parking lot so fast. Ten minutes and 40,000 KRW later, she drives home with a bag full of seaweed and fish and the newest addition to the family, John Brad Crumb. She’s pulling away when she realizes 1) she made a HUGE typo on the iPad, 2) both “John Brad Crumb Jeon” and “Jeon John Brad Crumb” are stupid names, and 3), though it came with the intention of paying homage to her fans, with Aera’s Earthshine nickname being John Area, she’s effectively just named a rabbit after herself.

But hey, the adoption certificate says John Brad Crumb, so that’s what he is.

She pulls into her apartment and the elevator dings to the top floor. It’s only recently that she managed to unpack, so she unloads all the groceries into the fridge and puts the rice in the cooker, then gets to work dedicating a sizable corner of her living room for John Brad Crumb. One could call it John’s area.

One thing to note about Aera is that what can go wrong, will go wrong, but it’ll go wrong with a flourish and probably fireworks, too. The cage is actually pretty well set up, and she wants to do this cute thing where she gives Areum her bracelet by wrapping it around John Brad Crumb’s neck like a collar, and she’s in the middle of doing so when she smells something. Umm... what’s burning?

She rushes to the kitchen and smacks her head when she realizes that she forgot to put water in the rice. Now what?

Aera stands there for at least a full solid minute watching the rice as she wonders what her reaction should be. She wonders if it’ll catch fire.

Um, duh.

Fortunately, she keeps a Brita filter in the fridge, and so she begins pouring water on the flames. Really she lucked out, because she manages to put the fire out without the help of the fire department, but her rice cooker is, like, totaled. That’s fine! She’s adaptive. Instead, she decides to cook it manually. She definitely won’t forget the water this time, she thinks smugly as she fills the water almost to the top of the pot. After adding the rice, she returns to the living room...

...only to find that John Brad Crumb has all but gnawed the bracelet to pieces.

“John Brad Crumb-ah! Are you serious?! You are so unaware.”

She lifts the bunny and picks the dangling threads from his mouth, pouting as she witnesses the shreds of what she made with such love and care. Luckily for Aera (and also for John Brad Crumb, whom she’ll forgive eventually because he already means the world to her), it seems to be salvageable? Maybe?

John Brad Crumb fits in the front pocket of her hoodie, so she puts him and some rabbit food in there and returns to the kitchen where the rice has, obviously, boiled over. Cursing, Aera cleans up the mess and tastes the rice that was saved. Well... it’s not bad.

Putting the ramen to a boil, she checks the clock and sees that she’s got a little over an hour before Areum’s supposed to arrive. She fortunately had the hindsight to buy pre-made tare and simmer the broth this morning, so it’s not like she has to simmer things for three hours. but it’s still kinda crunch time.

You know what she just realized? She totally forgot to buy one of those bamboo rolling mats. Printer paper should work... right?

“Let’s do this, John Brad Crumb-ah. For Areummie!”

HHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH MY GOD ROLLING SUSHI IS SO HARD is what she’d say if there was anyone around to hear her, but there’s not. It’s written clearly across her face, though. The rice is too mushy and also the printer paper keeps falling apart, so it’s kinda... papery rice? Wrapped in nori? Yuck.

It’s kind of a disaster, so she decides that it doesn’t have to be pretty and abandons the paper in favor of trying to hand roll the sushi, which naturally doesn’t work as the sushi falls apart. The result is, like, this weird sushi salad thing that honestly works in the same way that a poke bowl does. Whatever; it’ll have to do. Twenty minutes till Areum gets here.

Turning around, she spoons some noodles into a pot and tastes the broth that she made. Okay, what...? That’s actually super good. Pleased with herself, she dumps in the sauce. But again, this is Aera, and what goes wrong is that, facepalming, she realizes that what she thought was chicken sauce was actually chocolate sauce... ugh...

The whole thing has to be tossed now, so Aera does so quickly and checks the clock. Ten minutes till Areum gets here.

In a last-ditch effort, she throws some instant ramen on the stove and bounds into the kitchen to comb out and rebraid Areum’s bracelet, when her phone pings.

SEOUL THERAPEUTICS ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Jeon Aera-ssi, this is Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics. I am texting to inform you that your masseuse has fallen ill and will be unable to arrive tonight—

(Somewhere, on the other side of town, Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics, feels a chill run down his spine.)

—and, as all other masseurs are booked, I have issued a refund to your account. We apologize for the inconvenience.

Well, she tried. She really did. Sorry, Areum, she really wanted to throw you a big thank-you dinner, but turns out Aera’s actually going into hermitage instead. Would you like to come visit her cave? Oh, please do make yourself at home, don’t mind those scorpions crawling on her bed made out of twigs and sadness...

She stands in the kitchen, contemplating the best mountain beneath which to move all her things, before deciding that she just moved and it would be too much of an inconvenience. The weird chocolate ramen is in the trash. That salad thing is on the counter. The movies aren’t rented, the nail polish isn’t bought, and the bracelet is wearable, but ugly. The instant ramen is literally what they ate everyday for years, and also the weight of John Brad Crumb on her hoodie is starting to hurt her neck. One minute until Areum—

Ding dong!

“Gah! John Brad Crumb-ah, we can’t let her see us like this!”

With a certain kind of determination that only Jeon Aera possesses, she decides to make her grand escape. But the reason it’s Jeon Aera name-brand determination is because it wouldn’t be Aera’s if it wasn’t tinted with just a little bit of recklessness, ��cause in her attempt to escape the embarrassment, she tries to escape out the front door, where Areum is standing.

“Areummie!”

Her face flushes bright red and she wonders what Areum thinks of the sight before her: Aera, in a hoodie, with a rabbit in her pocket and a ratty bracelet in her hand, covered in chocolate stains and mushy rice and her hair falling out of her bun.

It’s then that she realizes that she probably does know what Areum’s thinking, and that’s why she loves her twin so much in the first place. There’s no one else she’d rather go on this adventure with. No one else would so easily deal with her. Of course her sister wouldn’t judge her for the disaster that was Aera’s poorly planned surprise. Just seeing Areum makes the embarrassment wash away, and Aera gives her a smile. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for smiling when I’m ditzy instead of rolling your eyes. Thanks for supporting me through thick and thin. Thanks for being the best sister a girl could ask for.

“Thanks for coming, Areummie. Let’s order in some takeout. I’ve got the craziest story to tell you.”

#vldtask2 #vldareum #ic / self para.#veil admins: 400 words will be fine! :)#me: you said 2k words right?

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I'VE BEEN PONDERING OPPORTUNITY

So choose your users carefully, and be slow to grow their number. You can measure this fear in how much less risk VCs are willing to take. But there will be a lot of developers feel this way: One emotion is I'm not really proud about what's in the App Store approval process is broken.1 If you run out of garages.2 And that's what the malaise one feels in high school we'd have called its outline. I suspect if you had the sixteen year old Shakespeare or Einstein in school with you, they'd seem impressive, but not meanness. Most don't try to act tough with them unless you really are the next Google and dream of buying islands; the next, we'd be pondering how to let our loved ones know of our utter failure; and on and on.3

Just keep playing.4 Surely it meant nothing to get a job. The books the professors wrote about expert systems are now ignored. No one knows who said never attribute to malice what can be explained by incompetence, but it could be a 10x return for an angel, and moreover one that's focused on experimenting with language design, not performance. It's hard to think of your initial version not as a product, launch it with great publicity, and immediately they hope have a large user base.5 VCs will only invest in you if you start to get lots of attention. Fouls happen. It meant one could expect future high paying jobs.6 Probably it's simply that stupidity more often takes the form of having few ideas than wrong ones. All you have to do whatever it is eventually.

About a year ago I tried to figure out for yourself what's good. Apple I and the Apple II while working at HP, and there needs to be cut still further. So a software startup in Sweden is still at a disadvantage relative to one in the US, of ambitious people who grew the ladder under them instead of climbing it. You can just abandon that one and skip to the next sentence. There's no single solution to that. Their format is convenient, especially when you're generating code, to have operators that take any number of random factors could sink you before you can finish in a day or two, you can assume larval startups will break most of them a part time job. But the problem is lack of exposure, or whether the product's simply bad. Hard means worry: if you're not worrying that something you're making will come out badly, or that you won't be able to see that they're the sort of company that competes by litigation rather than by, say, the hundredth.7 The reason investors can get away with this is that they can watch you.

I found my stories pretty boring; what excited me was the idea of the corporate ladder was still very much alive. I was very impressed by the papers published by literary theorists were often just intellectual-sounding nonsense, and submitted it to a literary theory journal, which published it. What an opportunity, I thought; these impressive things seem easy to me; I must be pretty sharp.8 How did Apple get into this mess? I'm not saying you can get away with changing more than you think. Most companies that VCs invest in angel rounds is that they're overconfident.9 It's dangerous to design your life around getting into college.

Notes

Starting a company he really liked, but they're not ready to invest at a discount to whatever the valuation of the work of selection. They thought most programming would be a trivial enhancement of HTTP, to pretend that the worm infected, because any VC would think twice before crossing him. There are titles between associate and partner, including principal and venture partner. I wonder if that got bootstrapped with consulting.

But no planes crash if your school, because any VC would think Y Combinator in particular, because they could bring no assets with them in advance that you can't, notably ineptitude and bad outcomes have origins in words about luck. But if idea clashes became common enough, the higher the walls become. The second assumption I made because the money invested in a startup we had high hopes for doesn't do well, so we also give any startup that wants to the same. Founders also worry that taking an angel investment from a company's revenues as the cause.

It's surprising how small a problem into your head. 16%.

There is nothing you can imagine what it would have seemed a bad idea, at one point they worried Lotus was losing its startup edge and turning into a de facto chosen by human editors.

Then when we started Viaweb, if we just implemented it ourselves, so we hacked together our own, like warehouses.

Put rice in rice cooker, if you sort investors by benevolence you've also sorted them by the high score thrown out seemed the more thoughtful people start to leave. The continuing popularity of religion is the most successful startups, but I know it's a collection of specious beliefs about its intrinsic qualities.

But that was mistaken, and I had a contest to describe what they said.

Whereas many of the crown, and especially for opinions not expressed in it. Starting a company. They could make it sound. Many people feel confused and depressed in their graves at that game.

Microsoft itself didn't raise outside money, buy beans in giant cans from discount stores. Though they are not in the world, and suddenly they need to learn to acknowledge it. I realized the other side of making a good problem to have been sitting in their standards that they're starting petitions to save the old car they had to both left and right. This seems unlikely that religion will be coordinating efforts among partners.

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Interview: Guerilla Toss - 09/26 @ the Vera Project

Guerilla Toss is a NYC-based experimental rock / synthpop / psychedelic / post-funk / prog-whatever / everything in between band signed to DFA records who is currently touring all throughout the continental US. This past Saturday, before their show with Calvin Johnson and Behavior at the Vera Project, my friend Anna and I were graciously invited into their tour van decked out with psychedelic decorations to chat with vocalist Kassie Carlson and hang out with her internet-famous Chow-Chow Watley. Enjoy the interview and catch them in these cities in the coming weeks!

Elliott: Hey! Thanks for taking the time to talk to me! How are you doing?

Kassie: Good, good! Just got done with soundcheck.

Elliott: Cool! How far into your tour are you guys at this point?

Kassie: Not that far actually, we’ve only done four dates or something, but we drove out here.

Elliott: That’s a long drive.

Anna: You guys just did Salt Lake, right?

Kassie: Yup, Diabolical Records. We were just in Portland, then Vancouver, then here.

Elliott: Cool, enough talking like a normal person, I’m gonna ask you a bunch of convoluted questions now. First of all, this bill is kind of wild, Calvin Johnson is another one of my favorite artists. How did this show come together? Are you guys big K Records fans?

Calvin Johnson and band opening the show.

Kassie: Calvin actually played at our light and projections person’s record store in Macon, GA. So that’s how we made the connection, and Calvin was really interested in coming here!

Watley gets up and walks around.

Elliott: Hi Watley!

Kassie: Sit! Watley…

Elliott: Have you had any other particularly cool openers this tour so far, or in recent memory?

Kassie: Well, the other opener tonight is Behavior, a couple members of Wand, the drummer and guitarist, so I’m really excited about that!

Elliott: Nice, I just saw Wand open for Stereolab!

Kassie: Cool, yeah, it’s an epic bill.

Elliott: I’m excited! I also noticed last time I saw you guys, you busted out a violin which was a bit unexpected but really cool! Are there any other instruments members play that you would maybe want to use on Guerilla Toss stuff?

Kassie: I also recently got an OP-1, which has been cool to experiment with. There’s lots of sounds, and this guy Cuckoo on Patreon puts a lot of samples for the OP-1 online for super cheap, like you can buy stuff for a dollar. He always puts up new stuff, so I’ve been getting down that rabbit hole, but yeah! I’ll be playing it tonight, it should be fun!

Anna: That’s a difficult purchase to make these days! Those things are not easy to come by.

Kassie: Yeah, me and the drummer split it. And we got it on eBay or something, it was used.

Anna: Those things are great.

Elliott: I’ve also heard you guys like to do band hikes. I also interviewed your friends Palberta on Rainy Dawg a while ago…

Watley steps on voice recorder, and tries to get out of the van door.

Kassie: Watley!

Elliott: Haha! Anyway… Palberta told me they bring a rice cooker and camp every night on tour. Are there any other activities people typically forgo on tour that you like to make time for?

Kassie: Yeah, we just went to Moab on this tour, to the arches. It’s good to get out of the van and stretch your legs a bit. That was fun. It’s cool to drive around, sometimes there’s not time to do the hiking thing, but we took some days off this time around so we’re not in the car for 8 hours. It’s good for morale.

Anna: Moab especially, it’s so nice.

Kassie: Yeah I’d never been, so it was cool to make it out there.

Elliott: So, it feels lately like vocals being more forefront in recent material, that the music is driven more by lyrics and melody. I got into you guys via Gay Disco, but my favorite of yours is GT Ultra. It feels like my experience as a listen has changed a lot, you cover a lot of ground in that there’s different ways to enjoy Guerilla Toss as a listener. Do you feel like your writing process has significantly changed?

Kassie: Well we’ve mostly just been shifting things around and trying different things to keep it fresh. It’s lots of fun, yeah!

Elliott: And about writing stuff, I know you’re very into jamming, you improv a lot live. Does writing material ever come out of that?

Kassie: We mostly just improv between songs. They’re all through-composed, and all have parts that are pretty specific. Sometimes we’ll write songs by jamming for a few hours, but a lot of the time, say Peter (drummer) will come in with a part of a song, or a skeleton of a song, or even a full song, which is how it’s mostly been lately, and then I’ll put some vocals on it, and we’ll try different things, different instrumentation.

Anna: Are there any members that bring more in terms of song structure?

Kassie: Definitely Peter brings the most, but I do all the vocals, everyone does their respective parts.

Elliott: Cool! Do you have a particular favorite piece of gear? Anything that might have inspired a song or a moment in a song?

Kassie: Yeah, I have a red Boss V-20 vocal pedal, that I use a lot and I really like. I use it for harmonies, there’s chorus on there, there’s delay and reverb, harmonies and doubling. I feel like it just helps my voice feel a lot thicker and more present, you know. It gives me more control over my sound. A lot of the time in venues, especially DIY venues, it can get buried. And also I want to be more true to the recording, like in “Betty Dreams of Green Men,” there’s those harmonies that come in off and on, so I use the pedal to create that harmony.

Anna: And what you said about DIY shows, getting sounds that are accurate. Do you play a lot of stuff like that now?

Kassie: No, not as much lately. But even in bars and stuff, it can be tough. We don’t travel with a sound person, we’re not playing stadiums.

Anna: Is that a shift that you miss at all?

Kassie: Not really. I like being able to hear myself when I sing, so it doesn’t hurt my voice as much. Of course I love the vibe of DIY venues but there’s good things in the middle, where your friends from DIY shows will come, but it won’t get shut down, and we have money for gas and stuff like that.

Elliott: Gas money is definitely important.

Trucks passing by.

Kassie: Watley’s scared of the trucks…

Elliott: So I have a question that’s part fun fact, part question. Your Wikipedia page, where it says you encourage tapers at your show, it used to say you encouraged tapirs, like the weird little animal. It was a typo but it actually linked to the tapir page!

Kassie: Oh weird! I didn’t notice but that is sick.

Elliott: Yeah, someone actually linked it to the page!

Kassie: That’s awesome!

Elliott: So that got me thinking, there probably haven’t been many tapirs at Guerilla Toss shows, but I think it would be sick! What sort of animals would you want to see at a Guerilla Toss shows? Also, these hypothetical animals have all the hypothetical ear protection they need.

Kassie: A lot more chows! We also really like otters. We were talking a lot during our soundcheck about snails. So snails would be cool. Snails all over the place. But really animal would be interesting!

Anna: Species-inclusive venue!

Kassie: Yeah! Oh, and bison, Watley loves bison. A few cows. He loves cows, he’s always looking at me like “Mom, did you see that? Woah, look there’s cows!” Yeah, good boy!

Elliott: Does Watley have a favorite Guerilla Toss song? Is he gonna get a feature anytime soon?

Kassie: He might actually, yeah!

Anna: A bark sample, that must be fun to work with on the OP-1!

Kassie: Yeah, that’s one of the many things that are on my to-do list for sure.

Elliott: Hell yeah, I’m stoked for that whenever it happens. You guys seem to have a lot of collabs, one-off releases, live albums, splits and stuff. Do you usually come into those thinking “we’re gonna write an album” or just a song, or working with somebody, or is your writing process usually the same for those?

Kassie: We usually just create a whole album, we only did that one split with the Sediment Club. The live album was a cool project, that was completely live, we recorded it in Nashville.

Elliott: You also have that remix album with Jay Glass Dubs?

Kassie: Oh yeah, that was just a DFA thing, he totally did that himself.

Elliott: Cool! So visuals are clearly an important part of Guerilla Toss, I was wondering if you look at these different forms of visuals in the same way, like do you tie in live projections, music videos, album art or do you view them separately?

Kassie: They’re kinda separate. Lots of different people do our album art. Keith Rankin did a few, the most recent one was by someone named Yu Maeda, and before that was Jacob van Loon, he did Twisted Crystal. And then GT Ultra is actually acid strips from the 70s.

Anna: That one was a particularly cool design. Do you mostly reach out to the artists to do the art?

Kassie: Thank you! And yeah, it’s usually something they already have done that we use, but a couple of the ones from Keith Rankin were commissions.

Elliott: Cool! So, I feel like your albums tend to have a coherent sonic palette, but they cover a lot of ground as far as the songs go. Do you come into recording an album with a bunch of songs you’ve written or do you write specifically for an album?

Kassie: I think Peter is pretty much always writing music, and we already have new music we’re working on for after What Would The Odd Do, so it’s just kind of a constant stream of stuff, lots of never-ending recording and never-ending writing.

Elliott: Cool, well I didn’t write anything else down.

Kassie: Alright! Any other random questions?

Elliott: Not that I can think of. I’m excited to see you guys play!

Kassie: Hell yeah!

Anna: Actually, I usually ask touring bands this. What kind of stuff have you been listening to on the way over?

Kassie: Oh all kinds of things! Listened to a little Battles.

Elliott: Oh nice! The new one, Juice B Crypts?

Kassie: All of the albums! I think it was a consensus that we liked the earlier albums better, but hey, that’s something people always say. I like it all! It’s pretty cool.

Elliott: Cool, well thank you for letting us in the van and talking with us!

Kassie: Of course! Can you unhook that leash?

Elliott: Sure!

Kassie: (to Watley) Let’s go pee!

- Elliott Hansen

#guerilla toss #dfa records

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