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[ukgk]

#shikuri #pakuri #sikuri #nurse no tamago #wallpaper #supplimentary #CD rip #ukagaka #artist:oneboshi

[creepercraftguy]

NAEGIRI WEEK Day 6 - First Encounter.

Makoto retells the story of his first encounter with his baby daughter.

@naegiriweek

Full Story below the cut. You can also find the story on my WattPad - https://www.wattpad.com/1292635961-naegiri-week-2022-creepercraftguy-day-6-first

"Nama-mugi nama-gome nama-tamago...Nama-mugi nama-gome nama-tamago...Nama-mugi nama-gome nama-tamago..."

"You need to stop..."

It was early in the morning, and Komaru Naegi sat alongside her partner, Toko Fukawa, in the waiting room of a hospital maternity ward. It was very sudden when she got the call at 3am in the morning from her brother Makoto, letting her know that his wife, Kyoko, had been taken into the hospital.

Kyoko had gone into labor and been pregnant with Makoto's child for a long while now. Though she wasn't the one bearing any children, Komaru was panicked and nervous, and didn't know what to make of herself. This, unfortunately, left Toko to be the only one to try and console her, since Makoto was with his wife in the ward.

"Look, I get that you're nervous, but you SERIOUSLY need to relax," Toko grumbled, "everything's going to be fine."

"And how do you know that!?" Komaru exclaimed, "what if something bad happens to Kyoko!? Or what if something bad happens to the baby!"

"Look, I'M supposed to be the pessimist in this relationship! Stop making me be the responsible one," Toko snapped, "Kyoko is a strong woman. One of the strongest I've known in fact. She's going to be fine. And as for the baby, if it's anything as strong as her mother, it will get through fine too. The nurses and Kyoko herself are not gonna let any harm come to it."

"You...you're right..." Komaru kept sweating bullets, "it's just that the longer this takes, the more nervous I become...! And there's so many ways this could go wrong, it's not hard to keep playing on your mind repeatedly."

"If I'm being honest, I'm also preparing myself for the worse-case scenario," Toko confessed, "but that's just what you've gotta do in this sort of situation. Prepare for the best...Hope for the worst."

"You really are acting weird today," Komaru chuckled, "it's not like you to make such inspiring speeches."

"Your brother's not here to do it, so it falls to me," Toko wrapped her arm around Komaru and pulled her close, "and as much as I hate to admit it, I don't like seeing you like this."

Komaru was calmed by Toko's actions and words, but for all but a few seconds. All of a sudden, her brother Makoto burst out into the waiting room, his eyes wide and his face flustered and panicked. Upon seeing his sister, he calmed a bit, but Komaru launched to her feet, forcefully yanking Toko up with her.

"IBABGBIABUGBUBAGHB-!?" Komaru rambled, unable to form words due to her axiety.

"I think she meant to ask, "what's going on, what happened?"" Toko translated. She retained her composure, but her face was also full of anticipation.

Makoto didn't say a word to them. Instead, he slowly trudged off to the side. They girl's eyes followed him, both incredibly nervous thanks to the way he was acting.

They watched...until Makoto stopped in front of the mini-gift store. He walked inside, and picked up a balloon, turning back to his family.

The balloon had the words "IT'S A GIRL!" written on them.

A few minutes later, Makoto, Toko and Komaru were all taken into the ward. The first thing all of them saw when they stepped in was an exhausted-looking Kyoko. She was wearing a dressing gown, and had even removed her trademark purple gloves that covered up the burns on her hands. However, she didn't seem to mind very much. She looked up briefly as everyone came in, but her attention was on the little bundle of joy in her hands.

"Sorry I rushed off like that," Makoto approached the bed, holding back tears, "I just knew that if I kept Komaru waiting any longer, she might explode."

"She looks like she's exploding already..." Kyoko laughed quietly. Makoto turned around to see that indeed, Komaru looked like she was trying incredibly hard to hold back snot and tears of joy. Toko rubbed her back.

"I'll take care of this big baby," Toko smiled a very rare, warm and affectionate smile to the couple, "you take care of your little one."

Toko and Komaru left the room, giving the couple the space they needed. Makoto knelt down next to the bed and stared at his newborn child, tears of joy leaking from his eyes.

"So? Did you decide on a name for her?" he asked.

"I was thinking...Kuroba. Like you suggested before." Kyoko told him, brushing Kuroba's hair "had it been a boy, I might have named them after my father, but you said Kuroba was your mother's maiden name..."

"It's a lovely name," he laughed. He reached out a single finger towards the child. Kuroba reached over with a weak and tiny hand and grabbed it. The feeling of euphoria filled Makoto's soul, and he had to force himself to hold back from balling his eyes out.

"I'm so happy she was born healthy..." Kyoko also looked to be on the verge of tears as she gazed down at the child in her arms.

"Yeah...healthy and beautiful, just like her mother..." Makoto kept a gentle grip on Kuroba's hand, as if he was afraid if he'd let go, she'd disappear, "though I wonder...What do you think she'll grow up to be? A detective, like her mother? Or something else?"

"I'll tell you what she'll be," Kyoko whispered, "whatever it is she wants to be...

But as her parents, it's our job to make sure that her dreams come true..."

"Do you have to tell this story every time?" in the present day, a 10 year old Kuroba Naegi sat at the dinner table with parents, aunt and a few family friends as her father told her the story of her birth, "you don't even consider that it might embarrass me?"

"I'm your father Kuroba," Makoto chuckled, "embarrassing you is part of the job."

"Well, if that's the case, then you might as well get your money for free," Kuroba snarked, "you embarrass me just by being my father."

"Kuroba!" Kyoko, who sat on the other side of the table snapped at her, "don't say such horrible things about your father!"

"Calm down Mom, I'm only joking," Kuroba sighed, "I wouldn't be that legitimately mean to my own dad."

"I should hope not young lady," Kyoko frowned, "just be careful that you don't influence your little brother in any way."

As she said this, Kyoko fed some carrots to Kuroba's 3-year old younger brother, Jin.

"I just remember being a huge mess that day, and it wasn't even my kid that was being born" Komaru giggled.

"That makes sense, you always dote on me Aunt Komaru."

"Yeah, I'd say a little too much sometimes," Makoto frowned, "what are you gonna do if she or her brother grow up to be spoiled?"

"That's not MY problem," Komaru raised her nose to the sky, "an aunt SHOULD dote on her niece. It's not like I see her as often as you two do."

"Well, it's still not going to be our fault if that happens," Makoto sighed, "by the way, didn't you say Toko would be coming round? What time did she say she would be showing up?"

"Uuuuh...Can't remember." Komaru admitted.

"You can't!?"

"I-I mean, I was talking to her for a while, but that was mostly about other stuff! Oh, but I remember it was around 4-4:30-ish!"

"Komaru...could you learn to be a bit more organized?"

"Don't tell me who needs to get organized! Your desk is every bit as wacky as it was back when we were kids!"

"You only know that because you always used to steal the stuff that was on it! When am I gonna get my favorite pen back that you snatched?"

"That was a long time ago!"

"I still have the receipts!"

"Hoo boy..." Kuroba sighed, "they're at it again. I really hope that we don't grow up to be like that."

Kuroba affectionately pinched little Jin's nose, which made him giggle.

"Even if you do, I have faith that you'll work it out in the end, just as your father and aunt do," Kyoko smiled, "you're family after all. And right from the moment they meet, family always sticks together."

#naegiri #naegiri week #naegiri week 2022 #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #toko fukawa #komaru naegi #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #dr1

[flanphiptere]

6 for self insert questions. Mwah

HI CAL ILYYYYY

6. does your self insert have any pets

Yes! So I have my pet snake Tamago, and I just recently got a siamese cat named Crusty! I think in my most mundane "slice of life" self-insert, they'd be normal pets but in a fantasy setting I don't usually have them! Though that might change now teehee

I was literally thinking about how I'd find Crusty and I think it's be SOOO funny if it was like a MLP:FiM Philomena, where's this crusty, sickly looking cat but then ERUPTS INTO FIRE and becomes a beautiful new kitty again, just like a phoenix. Entire introduction "episode" is just that MLP episode. I find her, try to nurse her back to health, only for her to "die" and then be reborn anew and majestic again.

#flanswers #flan speaks #plaquerat #Thank you for the question!! #Actually had a lot of fun with this fkjnkbvdf #Maybe since Crusty is a cat she erupts with a different element instead of fire #Like birds get fire but cats get water or lightning or earth or something #imagine I'm sitting there petting her and hoping she gets better and then BAM LIGHTNING #Oh hey new kitten wtf

[imaginativeamateur]

hello! congrats on your new milestone & I hope there to be many more to come :) may I order up a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with tamago & some benishoga with a cup of green tea (maybe some tempura too, like intense but vulnerable if that’s okay !) to table two, please

[Neji Hyuuga X Reader] It Hurts

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Order: Table 2: Tonkotsu Ramen with Tamago and Benishoga, Green tea and Tempura Bonus

Pairing: Neji Hyuuga x gn!Reader

Note: Hello, anon! This is the first order to Table 2 YAYYAY :DD Neji is honestly one of my favorite characters to write, very sad the man died in the series because he deserves to live :'((( Anyway, I was supposed to post this yesterday but my brain ran out of creativity so here we are :DD with quite corny of an ending! Enjoy!

“You could have died, Y/N.”

You sat on the hospital bed, wrapped in white bandages with wounds littered across your body, and frowned at Neji. The Hyuuga leaned against the doorframe, his face painted an expression of disapproval, his eyebrows pinched together, and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“What made you think you could jump in and take on their full blow?” He spat, “Did you not want to live anymore?”

Faced with his detrimental question, you hugged your knees closer to your chest in an attempt to relieve your bubbling anxiety. You only wanted to block the opponents’ attack to save him. It was coming at his blind spot, and before you knew, you recalled yourself dashing to his figure and you got heavily wounded. You even coughed blood and collapsed after the fight ended, already endured enough agony during the rest of the dispute. And when you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, safe and warm under the covers with your wounds carefully taken care of. Slowly, you lifted your eyes at him and stuttered, “But we did succeed, right?”

“If you think coming back with one person nearly dead is successful, then it is.” His voice was stern, shooting straight through your shivering soul.

“We did complete the request, it doesn’t matter—”

“Do you not give a care about how I feel?”

You fell into a long silence after his question registered itself into your mind. Exasperated, Neji stood up and turned around abruptly, shut the door behind his back, and disappeared from your sight. Your eyes widened as the loud thud of the door echoed through the empty, sickly white room. Your lips quivered, wanting to say something, but Neji was already gone.

“He’s been waiting in the hospital for two days straight.” The nurse explained when she arrived, changing your bandage. “Poor guy didn’t even bother to eat after you were released from the Emergency room. It’s my first time seeing someone like him, you must be very lucky. He’s a man to keep.”

After the nurse left, your gaze fell onto the empty chair next to the hospital bed, hands moving to feel the warmth that no longer lingered. You wanted to chase after him and tell him that you acted irrationally because you could not stand him getting hurt, to tell him he meant the world to you, to tell him how you would feel if he was the one wounded.

But every movement you made sent pain through your nerves, and you winced, struggling to lift yourself up from the hospital bed. You trudged along the wall, using it as a support to limp past the door. It was the evening by now, he could have gone home already. You bit your lips at that thought, stumbling through the hallway with the hope of seeing him again. You regretted it. You regretted your words badly, you regretted letting him go, you regretted not speaking your heart sooner. Every step you took was vigorous as if you were walking on thousands of needles, but you would never forgive yourself if you were to stop—the thought of losing him alone was unbearable for you.

When your body was on the verge of collapsing, you fell into a warm embrace. Neji caught you right at the moment your feet could no longer hold your weight, his hands instantaneously closed in around your waist.

“What are you doing—”

“I'm sorry,” you choked, palms finding his broad back as you hugged him greedily. "Please come back."

“You’re injured, Y/N. You shouldn’t be walking around like this.” He frowned, carrying you effortlessly in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” Your shoulders shook violently, and you refused to listen to his words. You whimpered, and tears welled up in your eyes, “I didn’t know what happened, I couldn’t control myself. I just…I couldn’t stand you getting hurt.”

Neji stopped walking and looked down at you, his gaze sophisticated, but his lips softened into a gentle smile. You were his dearest after all and he suddenly realized how cruel he was towards you earlier. He wiped the tears on your cheeks and brought you closer to his chest, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, and thank you for saving me. It’s just…it hurts me to death when you're the one lying on the hospital bed, injured, struggling to breathe. I just wished it could’ve been me suffering. And I hate it, I’m useless, Y/N, you got hurt because of me.”

“Neji, look.” You whispered, “I’m still doing fine after all. You brought me to the hospital and saved my life. I would’ve been dead by now if you didn’t get me back in time, and I’m thankful for that."

Though your eyes were red with tears, you still drew a bright smile across your lips—pure and ethereal, the one reserved for him alone, the one that would stay in his memory forever.

"How are you feeling now?" He laughed and put you back to bed, tucking the blanket to your chest.

"Better," you mused, "with you by my side."

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[amjustagirl]

The sky of the sky (of the tree called life)

Pairing: Suga x reader

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Summary: She doesn’t take much notice of him at first, not when he’s one of thirty nine faces that greet her with varying degrees of interest when their teacher introduces her to the class.But then he hits her in the face with his friendship and she starts to get to know him - through the smallest things, in the littlest ways.

Author’s Notes: This is the first fic I wrote and initially posted as a lone (AO3 link (was still getting the hang of Tumblr lol). Lifted the title from ‘I carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings. Anyways - this is my humble attempt at a fic, my love letter to one Sugawara Koushi. 

Ume doesn’t take much notice of him at first, not when he’s one of thirty nine faces that greet her with varying degrees of interest when their teacher introduces her to the class. She doesn’t take much notice of anyone really, not when her mind is consumed with thoughts of college prep and exams and chores, so he remains a stranger, even after weeks of sitting next to him in class.

Still, he greets her every morning with a pleasant ‘Ohayo’, and doesn’t take offense when she merely responds with a small smile. He offers up his notes without comment when she asks to check her English notes against his, and even occasionally slips her a banana from the stash he always seems to be carting around. His grades are decent and his homework is always submitted on time so he’s popular with their teachers, even though he seems to spend most of his break time sketching what looks like volleyball plays or buried in heated discussions with Sawamura.

Overall, he seems like a nice boy - if a little obsessed with volleyball.

She looks at her lunch box in dismay. There should be food in it, rice and tamago and fish that she most definitely packed last night, but her lunch box sits on her desk, clean and empty. She groans, glancing at the clock. Five minutes after the lunch bell. She ponders on whether to wait until dinner or be jostled to death by a thousand teenagers, but then her stomach growls, loud enough for Yuna-san in the front row to turn and stare at her, so she supposes there isn’t much of a choice.

As she approaches the canteen, she can hear the usual bustle and sound of too many students trying to feed themselves in too small a space - but then she hears a shrill shout - ‘cream buns for sale’, and the immediate cacophony of excited shouts that follow makes her think that her chances of getting food in the next half hour plummet to precisely zero.

Her assessment is right, but that doesn’t stop her mouth from dropping in horror as the canteen practically descends into a warzone, her schoolmates collectively losing their minds. The girls’ tennis team looks like they’re leading a charge through the left, but they’re being resisted by the concert band. The volleyball boys’ team seems like they’re causing plenty of chaos down the centre. Sawamura-san, engaged in a vigorous shoving match with the basketball captain, and Azumane-san - the large, quiet boy she shares home economics class with, cowering while trying to swim through the crowd with a feral looking boy perched on his back.

She apologises silently to her stomach and turns to head back to class.

‘Imai-san!’ Sugawara waves at her from the back of the crowd. ‘I’ll help you get some buns! What do you want!’

‘Oh – two buns, any flavour?” she calls back, a little dazed. He answers with a cheerful thumbs up.

She watches bemusedly as he expertly weaves his way through the crowd to Azumane-san, gesturing wildly to the little boy on her back, before combining forces with a bald boy to shove Azumane-san bodily through the crowd to the front of the queue. The boys grab armfuls of buns each, elbowing the displeased soccer team in the face.

Sugawara spins around, and there’s a glint in his eye that she can recognise from far away (courtesy of being an older sister to two troublesome younger brothers), but her legs don’t move despite her mind hollering at her danger, danger, Imai Ume, even as he raises his arm to toss the buns to her.

One bun lands neatly in her hands. The other smacks her right between her eyes.

She yelps, hands clapping over her face, checking to ensure her glasses are still in one piece. A curry bun may be relatively light and fluffy, but it still hurts when used as a flying projectile.

She hears footsteps clatter towards her. ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry - please don’t cry!” Sugawara says, his voice high pitched in worry, hovering next to her awkwardly. “Daichi will never let me get over it if I make a girl cry.’

She snorts despite the sting between her eyes. “It’s fine, Sugawara-san. Thank you for helping get some food’.

‘Are you sure? Maybe we should go to the nurse’s office just in case!’ he fusses, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other nervously, ‘I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I missed that toss, I should just resign from the volleyball team already - ‘

‘Eh eh eh? Suga - what’s this talk about resigning from volleyball!’ The small, feral boy from earlier leaps onto Sugawara’s back.

‘How can you resign? This is the year we’re making it to Nationals!’ the bald boy rounds up the rear, yelling at Sugawara indignantly.

‘I missed a toss at my classmate, I’m no longer qualified to be a setter.’ Sugawara wails, unfazed by the weight of his two juniors on his back. ‘I should just die now’

‘YOU THINK YOU’RE ASAHI NOW EH, DRAMA QUEEN!’

She takes advantage of their chaos to slip back to class. They don’t get a chance to speak to each other again for the rest of the day, kept busy with classes on calculus and chemistry for the rest of the afternoon. But the next morning he crows a loud ‘Ohayo’ at her, and she smiles at him, wider than she did before. 

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Spring passes into summer surprisingly quickly, and Ume slowly, but surely, gets used to hearing the song of the cicadas in evenings instead of the rumble of cars in the streets, to the uphill bike commute she takes to ferry both herself and Yuji to school and kindergarten respectively.

Becoming accustomed to something doesn’t mean liking it though. She remembers her mother saying that things would be easier when they move to Karasuno from the city. That living with family in a close knit community like Karasuno means more hands on deck to keep their family afloat. For the most part, Ume supposes her mother’s right. Her grandparents are sweet and try their best to help out, if a little too old to chase Yuji around the house or fetch him up and down the mountain to preschool every day. Their neighbours always offer them too much food, and their grandchildren provide Yuji with enough entertainment most evenings for Ume to catch up with schoolwork and revision.

But sometimes, after she’s corralled an unruly Yuji to bed, and shooed a sullen Keiji to sleep, and she herself can’t fall asleep because the cicadas are too damn loud, Ume wonders if her mother uprooted them to Karasuno so she could run away from the fact that she’s stuck raising three children alone, disappearing off on such long business trips that Yuji doesn’t even ask her anymore if their mama’s coming home.

Thankfully, Yuji, with the short memory of a six year old, finds living in the countryside a joy. He joins the neighbour’s children in catching cicadas, and when she tells him that it’s cruel to catch animals for sport – even ones as annoying as cicadas, he laughs and promises that he always lets them go.

Keiji, though, remains quiet and withdrawn, hiding in the bedroom whenever he’s home from school. She tries chatting with him at the dinner table but her efforts are usually met with the surly silence of a thirteen year old. So she doesn’t push him too much, too fast - she already asks too much of him as it is, sharing most of the chores and supervising Yuji so they don’t become a burden to their grandparents.

So it’s a surprise when Keiji asks if they can head to the park for a picnic on a clear summer’s day, but she agrees immediately, swallowing her shock, making sure to pack onigiri and fruit and strapping Yuji to her bike. It’s strange when Keiji drags them all over the park looking for the perfect picnic spot. It’s even stranger when he decides that the playground, full of shrieking children, should be the appropriate spot for a picnic. But there’s a tree for shade and it’s convenient enough for her to watch Yuji while he runs loose in the playground, so she holds her tongue and spreads their picnic mat on the floor.

‘Can I get us some ice cream?’ Keiji asks.

She’s about to tell him to wait til he has proper food in his stomach before moving on to dessert, but catches sight of Keiji staring at the ice cream stand intently, hands in pockets, cheeks flushed pink. She follows his gaze. The ice cream stall looks fairly old, run by an oba-chan and a young girl with short hair and a cheerful smile. Oh.

‘Why don’t you go get an ice cream for yourself? Yuji and I can get some later’, Ume replies, busying herself with the picnic basket to hide her smile.

She settles on the mat, back against the tree, setting her textbook on her lap. The summer air is crisp and cool, and the sunlight shining through the leaves dances on her skin.

‘Hey Imai!’ Suga stops to greet her, hand raised in a friendly wave.

‘Hello!’ she waves back. ‘No volleyball practice today?’

‘No - we have a mandated break on Saturday afternoons’, he walks over to her. ‘Despite what my unruly kouhai think, overtraining causes injuries. Besides, we need time for summer homework’.

She nods, noticing the stack of books under his arm, and before her brain processes her sudden impulse fully, she asks ‘Do you want to join me? We can share the mat’.

He blinks at her, and she cringes internally, expecting him to politely decline. He may chatter at her absentmindedly about his team, and she may share her notes with him when she notices he’s distracted, but it’s not as if they’re friends outside of school. To her surprise though, he agrees easily, kicking off his shoes to join her on the mat. They sit together in silence, absorbed in their respective work. The sun is warm but the breeze is cool and crisp, so it’s comfortable and altogether pleasant.

‘Onee-chan’, Keiji calls, running back over. He raises an eyebrow when he notices Suga and drops into a slight bow before turning to his sister. ‘Can I have my onigiri? I want to pass it to my friend.’

She opens her mouth to nag him to make sure that he has lunch, but promptly shuts it. Instead, she tosses him two onigiris - hers, and his. ‘Make sure you eat, Keiji’, she calls, and he’s off, running with the wind.

‘Hey, Imai, I packed too much food. Share some of it with me?’ Suga offers mildly. She’s about to say no, thank you politely, but her stomach growls - traitor, and he just chuckles at her, snapping his lunchbox open and pressing half his sandwich into her hands. She thanks him, taking a bite and has to stop herself from moaning in delight because it’s full of egg mayo and chicken katsu and it’s so, so good.

‘It’s delicious, right?’ he says, grinning around a mouthful of his half of the sandwich. ‘You can’t study on an empty stomach, that’s against the law’.

She laughs at that and splits her stash of strawberries and watermelon with him.

Later, she shocks herself again when she tells him as he’s about to leave that she’ll probably be at the park again next Saturday - and he’s welcome to join her if he pleases. She wonders if he can see the uncertainty in her eyes, but he shoots her another smile and agrees.

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She packs two extra onigiris next Saturday, and the Saturday after that. She also starts including peaches from her grandparents’ farm because she learns that he has a weakness for them.

Keiji ignores Suga for the most part, leaving for the ice cream stand as soon as they arrive in the park. Yuji, on the other hand, soon learns he can get Suga to do whatever he wants if he pouts long enough. Suga, for his part, does not help, often buying the little boy far too much mochi and ice cream.

‘Stop it Yuji.’ Ume says wearily. ‘Suga needs to study and you’re distracting him’.

‘But he’s the only one I know who can push me hard enough on the swings’, Yuji whines, scruffing his shoes into the ground.

‘It’s fine, I’ll take it as my break’, Suga says, smiling kindly down at the little boy. ‘Shall we see how high you can fly, Yuji-chan?’

She watches, shaking her head as Yuji cheers, dragging Suga off in the direction of the playground.

‘You seem good with kids’, she remarks when he returns - thankfully after a short while since Yuji, with the typical attention span of a six year old, is quickly distracted by the other kids playing a game of tag.

‘You think so?’ Sugawara responds, turning back to his books. ‘That’s good to know. I’m planning on going to college to train to be a teacher.’

The image of him dressed in a rumpled shirt and tie greeting his class with a cheerful ‘Ohayo’ every morning flashes in her mind. She imagines him smiling wide and indulgent at his student’s pranks, listening patiently to his students’ questions and problems, diligently pouring over his students’ assignments late into the night.

For some reason, her heart clenches. She doesn't know why.

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‘Tohoku Medical school?’, he asks, eyeing the flyer sticking out of her bag.

‘Mm.’ she mumbles, distracted by the peach juice running down her hands. Then she realises what he’s just said and wrinkles her nose. ‘The entrance exam is hard though. Not a lot of people pass.’

‘Ugh, stop that, your grades are so good- negativity begone!’ He nudges her teasingly with his elbow. She rolls her eyes at him in response.

‘Why, though?’ he asks, before quickly adding. ‘If you don’t mind saying’.

She’s about to rattle off her prepared answer of heeding the noble calling of saving lives and making a difference one person at a time, but for some reason, she doesn’t.

Instead, she jerkily answers - ‘My dad was a doctor’.

She can feel him raise his eyebrows at her use of past tense (and not present tense) and suddenly the peach in her hand doesn’t seem as appetising as it was before.

‘Cancer’, she finds herself saying. ‘Last year’. She looks down at her feet, refusing to see what she expects will be pity in his gaze.

But he doesn’t say anything. He leans his shoulder against hers, and they stay that way for a while.

She doesn’t protest this time when he comes back from the ice cream stall with far too much ice cream, and the tightness in her chest dissipates as she watches him let Yuji flit between his chocolate and vanilla cones like a honeybee, even though she knows she’s going to have a hard time putting the little boy to bed tonight.

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'I like Suga-san very much.' Yuji declares later as she tucks him into bed.

'So do I', Ume says. So do I’.

The call of the cicadas don’t seem as loud, and she falls asleep easily that night.

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‘You should be studying’, she reminds him, playfully rapping on his knuckles with her pen.

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, looking up from his sketches on volleyball plays. ‘A couple more minutes and I’ll get back to work’.

She shakes her head indulgently at him. ‘You spend far too much time on volleyball as it is’.

‘I suppose I do’, he hums, busy drawing indecipherable pictures in what she’s termed his volleyball notebook.

She’s suddenly reminded of Yamada and Takashi, the two basketball idiots in her class, goading Suga about ‘being a loser for losing his starting position to a first year’. Sawamura usually erupts in anger when he hears them as he’s wont to do whenever he encounters the basketball club, but Suga, for his part, only responds with a serene smile.

‘Is it worth it?’ she asks, before she can stop herself. ‘Sorry’ she says frantically, as her brain catches up with her mouth. ‘That was rude of me’.

He breathes a rueful laugh through his nose. ‘It’s fine, I’m not offended’. But he stops his scribbling, and his mouth slants downward in a way that Ume doesn’t quite like.

‘It’s worth it’, he then says, voice quiet but full of conviction. ‘It’s worth it to play with my team. I want us to keep getting stronger, I want us to keep playing together, and I want us to go to Nationals and win’. He gazes into the distance and smiles, bittersweet. ‘And everything else doesn’t matter’.

It’s her turn to lean into him with her shoulder.

‘I’ll bring Yuji to watch you at the finals’, she says. ‘And we’ll watch you at Nationals on our TV’.

He laughs and she smiles, wide and bold and bright.

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Sugawara spends their lunch breaks talking about his team’s latest exploits all the time. She laughs when he tells her about the hijinks that the team constantly gets up to, from setting fire to the Vice Principal’s very obvious toupee, to an all out prank war with the basketball team featuring copious amounts of dead fish and paint bombs. She particularly enjoys Suga’s impression of Nishinoya’s ‘rolling thunder’ war cry, and rather suspects the whole team is intent on driving Sawamura into an early grave.

Despite having a tendency to smile indulgently at his team’s penchant for chaos and hellfire, it’s clear that Suga cares deeply for each and every one of his teammates. He broods about Tsukkishima’s lack of ambition and desire to bond with the team, Yamaguichi’s lack of confidence, Kageyama’s and Hinata’s inability to communicate like regular human beings. Even when he jokes about Ennoshita’s latest attempt to evade Sawamura’s talks about ‘passing on the captainship’, she can sense the undercurrent of worry and concern.

Perhaps that’s why she volunteers to give tutoring Tanaka and Nishinoya a go, after he explains that they’ll end up missing the Tokyo Training Camp that Takeda-sensei went through so much trouble to arrange. She also tells herself that the reason she’s doing it is because Second year Math is covered in the university entrance exams - and absolutely not because Suga practically lights up with relief when she waves his thanks away.

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Tanaka and Nishinoya remind her of Yuji and even Keiji (well, before), rowdy and loud and full of boyish mischief. They fall out of their chairs when they notice Kiyoko-san walk by the classroom deep in conversation with some boy, and she has to rap them on their knuckles with a pen to get them to focus on solving question number two - please and thank you - before they settle back down.

Still, they’re surprisingly attentive and almost respectful even when she’s trying to impress upon them the dryer points of Math, so it’s easy to become fond of them. They get through vectors after she likens the trajectory of vectors to the movement of a volleyball. Statistics were a struggle, but fortunately, volleyball statistics save the day. Calculus seems to be the biggest hurdle, but she’s hopeful they’ll get it, once she finds a way to relate it to volleyball or better yet, convince them that differentiation and integration are very, very manly pursuits.

That said, it doesn’t help that the basketballers in her class seem to have a deep rooted grudge against the volleyball team - though from Suga’s stories, the animosity is probably mutual. Yamada in particular seems to take special pleasure in taunting the two boys.

‘Eh, Baldy! Y’all lose another game yet? I saw you guys crying the other day after school’.

‘They’d probably win more games if chibi-chan here grew a few inches’, Takashi, his fellow basketballer sniggers.

‘Ignore them’, she tells the two growling boys firmly. ‘You don’t need to get kicked out of your team for starting a fight with these guys’.

‘Awww… are you two kouhai hiding behind your female senpai? ’ Yamadai jeers, leering at them. ‘What losers, just like your Suga-senpai. Heard he got turfed out of his starting position by a first year’.

At that, Tanaka and Nishinoya practically levitate out of their seats as one, snarling ‘Huh?!!! You fucking -’

‘Bit rich of you to pick on them, eh Yamada?’ Ume interrupts. ‘I heard Ono-senpai say last week that if you fail your tests one more time, you’re going to get kicked out of the basketball team. Who’s the loser now?’

‘Bitch!’ Yamada growls, hands slapping his desk.

‘Maybe you’d have a better shot at passing your exams if you spent your time studying instead of disturbing others - who unlike you are actually working hard,’ she adds, smiling at him sweetly.

Thankfully, Takashi has some sense of self-preservation and drags Yamada kicking and screaming out of the door. Tanaka and Noya swivel their heads towards her, twin expressions of shock on their faces.

‘Holy shit, that was so manly?!’

‘Imai-senpai, you’re almost as cool as Kiyoko-senpai!’

‘Yeah - almost as good as the time she ignored us when we asked her to marry us.’

‘No - better, but not as good as the time she slapped me’

‘Thank you’, she responds dryly. ‘Can we get back to differentiation, please?

‘Yes, Imai-senpai!’ They snap into a salute.

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‘I hear from Tanaka and Noya that you’re very manly’. His eyes twinkle at her.

‘Psh’, she says airily. ‘They exaggerate’.

But she laughs when he slips her half his sandwich as thanks.

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Noya and Tanaka pass their exams (by some miracle, thank god), and they graduate from her tutoring sessions.

She passes her exams too, tops her cohort even.

Her classmates start to take more notice of her, requesting for copies of her notes and tutoring sessions on topics they don’t really grasp. It's not really that much of a problem to just have an extra set of notes for her classmates to copy (she learnt her lesson when Takashi spills juice all over her precious biology notes - an accident, of course), and extra tutoring sessions are a good way for her to revise what she previously learnt - so she doesn’t really mind.

Of course she knows they think they're picking her brains and hard work, but it's not as if she minds. They're reasonably polite when they approach her, and she can pretend she doesn’t hear them gossip about her behind her back (that her parents are rich enough to send her to not one, but two cram schools, that they must know the principal who leaked the exam topics to her somehow).

Still, she can’t help but feel a spike of irritation when Yamada manages to corner her alone in class one day after school.

‘Oi, Ikai. Can you give me a copy of your math notes? I hear they're pretty good.'

She blinks innocently at him. ‘My notes cover whatever sensei taught in class if you were listening’. Which he probably wasn't, considering he seems to spend most of his time tossing spitballs or bouncing a basketball obnoxiously against the wall.

‘Tch.’ He leans towards her. ‘Come on, don’t be a stingy bitch. Just lend them to me for a bit.’

She narrows her eyes at the audacity of this bugger. 'No.' she says simply.

'Eh?' Yamada glares down at her.

'Did a basketball hit you too hard in the head yesterday? I said no.' She turns her back on him, packing her school bag, keeping her sharpest pencil in her hand, just in case.

He takes a step closer towards her, both hands heavy on her desk. 'But you share your notes with everyone else!’

‘Well, yes - but that’s because they're tolerably polite when they ask, and unlike you, they actually get my name right.’

He slaps her table hard with his hands. ‘Stop being a bitch, just give me your notes already'.

She should just give him what he's asking for or placate him with the promise that she'll give him a copy tomorrow - but she suddenly feels so sick and tired of giving more and more of herself - to her mother, her brothers, her classmates, and now this rude asshole - and she's so done, goddamnit.

'No.' She snaps, lifting her chin defiantly at him. 'What are you going to do about it?'

He snarls, grabbing hold of her wrist. 'Stubborn bitch, just give me the notes already!'

'Let go, pig!', she shouts, trying to wrench her wrist away, mind whirring to calculate the force and speed needed to shove her pencil into his face. His grip tightens, and he digs his nails into the thin skin of her wrist.

He smirks down at her. She tries not to flinch.

'Hey, Imai. Got worried about you when you didn’t turn up at the library.' Suga calls out, loud and clear from the door. Ume exhales a breath she didn’t even know she was holding as he walks deliberately towards them.

‘Yamada-san. I always knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t know you stooped so low you’d bully a girl’.

Yamada takes a half step back, but does not release her hand. 'Piss off, Suga. It’s none of your business'.

‘Perhaps’, he responds, humming diffidently. ‘But I thought I should remind you that if you get just one more strike on your disciplinary record, you’re off the basketball team’. His mouth stretches into a semi feral smile. ‘For good.’

Yamada coils back, looking as if he’d like nothing better than to strike Suga in the face, but then, seemingly thinking the better of it, he drops Ume’s wrist and smirks again. ‘We were just having a friendly discussion, eh Imai?’

‘Remind your thick skull to keep it that way.’ Suga says, meeting Yamada’s glare with an even gaze of his own.

Yamada looks away. 'Tch. I can't be bothered with you dumbasses', he sneers, stalking out of the class.

‘Are you ok?’ Suga asks her immediately, glancing at her once over, stopping short when he spots the red welts ringed around her wrist. ‘Did he do that to you?’ he asks, voice dangerous.

‘I’m fine.’ She follows his gaze and yanks her sleeve down, hiding the marks from view. ‘It’s nothing.’

He opens his mouth, about to insist that it is very much not fine, but she cut him off quickly. ‘Really! It’s my fault he got annoyed with me. He wanted a copy of my notes and I was very rude and didn’t want to give them to him,’ she laughs awkwardly. ‘Besides, it’s a good thing you stepped in when you did, or I’d have gotten into more trouble - because I was about to stab him with my pencil’.

Suga’s mouth drops open. ‘With your what?’

She unfurls her palm to show him her pencil, pink and sharp but altogether unconvincing.

He bursts into cackles, wheezing. ‘Maybe Tanaka should’ve taken his time to get me. I would’ve liked to see you try to fight Yamada with that’.

She snorts. ‘I’m just glad Tanaka showed some self-restraint and didn’t jump Yamada himself.’

‘Well, I’m pretty sure that’s because Ennoshita was there to stop him.’ Suga says wryly. He drops his gaze back to her wrist. ‘But seriously, if I’d known he hurt you, I’d have jumped him too’.

She looks at him sharply. ‘Suga… If any one of you get suspended, you can’t play in the Inter High Preliminaries.’

‘Not if we don’t get caught for it’. He gives her a zen smile as she splutters in shock. ‘Anyway, don’t you usually leave school to pick Yuji-chan up by now?’

‘Oh no, Yuji’s probably waiting for me!’ She cries out in alarm, dashing across the classroom.

At the doorway, she comes to a pause and turns around. ‘Suga!’

‘Mm?’ He tilts his head at her.

She smiles shyly. ‘Thanks’.

He smiles back. 

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She ends up preparing a copy of her notes for Yamada anyway. He’s stubborn and stupid, and she figures that Suga’s interference, while welcome in the moment, is only likely to spur him on to pester her again. But when she walked into class the next morning, Yamada is nowhere to be found.

‘Did you hear Yamada-kun got caught with the vice principal’s burnt wig in his locker?’ she hears Yuna whisper to Mizuki before the bell rings.

‘Oh no! Is he in a lot of trouble?’ Mizuki gasps.

‘I don’t know, but I heard from Takashi that he’s been suspended from the basketball team indefinitely!’

‘No! Don’t they have a game next week?’

Ume looks over her shoulder at Suga, sitting with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

‘I may have mentioned to Noya what happened with Yamada-san. Tanaka, of course, was very happy to help out’, he says simply when she corners him after school.

Yamada does return to class eventually, but he refuses to even look in her direction for the next month. She figures she’d much rather not press for answers she suspects she wouldn’t like. Instead, she spends the night cutting out twelve crow charms from black felt with the help of a very eager Yuji, hand stitching each member’s number in white thread and leaving them in Suga’s bag for him to find.

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She sneaks Yuji with her when the school buses students in for Karasuno’s match with Shiratorizawa.

They all watch with tears in their eyes when the final whistle blows and the boys win.

‘Congratulations, Suga’, she tells him the next day and adds. ‘I think Yuji’s found a new way to fly’.

He grins at her, his eyes burning proud and bright.

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Fall fades into winter. The days start looping, one after another.

Wake up. Get Yuji to kindergarten. School. Homework. Pick Yuji up. Make dinner. Pack leftovers for lunch. Do laundry. Revision. Tuck Yuji into bed. More Revision. Sleep.

Rinse. Repeat. Rinse. Repeat.

She curses when the cock crows every morning, and falls asleep before her head hits the pillow every night, so she wonders how he manages to survive with practices lasting daily into the night. Or maybe he doesn’t, she thinks to herself, watching the shadows beneath his eyes grow, grey and dark.

‘Is it worth it?’ she asks. (Do you ever regret it, she implies.)

‘Yes.’ he says. (At least I hope I don’t, he sighs.)

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 She notices immediately when his seat is empty. Sawamura tells her it’s to be expected, Suga always catches a cold in winter.

‘I don’t mind helping to bring his homework to him’, she volunteers. ‘You’re going to be staying late in school for practice anyway’. She avoids Sawamura’s knowing look as she writes Suga’s address down, his homework tucked safely into her bag. 

His mother beams, surprised and delighted when she appears at their door. She’s promptly shooed upstairs, and Yuji is lured into the kitchen with promises of mochi and ice cream. She knocks on the open door. He’s crouched on the bed, watching a replay of Karasuno’s finals match against Shiratorizawa.

‘Hey. I brought your homework.’ She frowns, noting the paleness of his face despite the redness of his cheeks. ‘Shouldn’t you be resting?’

‘I’m watching the match to fall asleep!’ he says defensively.

‘The match is at least two hours long! If you’re well enough to watch the match, you’re well enough to do your homework’.

‘Give me a break’. He groans, sneezing into the crook of his elbow. ‘I’m dying here’.

‘I’m pretty sure you can’t die from a common cold’ she says dryly.

‘Says the one who wants to be a doctor’, he playfully responds.

She rolls her eyes. ‘Don’t argue with me. Get some rest. You don’t have much time before you head off to Tokyo for Nationals, and the Center Shinken* is just after that’.

His smile drops, and he suddenly looks troubled. ‘Do you think I’m crazy?’

(For chasing too many dreams?)

She blinks, confused by his change in mood. She glances at the Miyagi University of Education pamphlet pinned to his wall - only one in three applicants get in. She furrows her brow, thinking about him spending every lunch break, every afternoon and night in their rundown school gym, even as everyone else is spending their days buried in schoolwork and revision.

But then she hears the echo of his words - It’s worth it. I want to play with my team, the cries from the huddle of boys, the memory of him holding a trophy under bright lights and her face softens.

‘Where’s all this self-doubt coming from?’ she says lightly. ‘You already achieved your dream of going to Nationals with your team. Now all you have to do is pass one exam.’

‘As if it’s so easy!’

‘Well, it’d be easier if you rest up so you can get back to work faster!’

‘Ugh, spoilsport’, he pouts at her.

‘Onee-chan’, Yuji pipes up, poking his head into the bedroom. 'Obaa-san said it's time for Suga-san to eat his medicine and take a nap.'

‘Hello, Yuji-chan!’ Suga waves at Yuji, who gives him a gap toothed grin in response.

‘You should tuck him in and tell him a bedtime story’. Yuji tells his sister seriously. She chokes and thinks she should have taken the chance to dump him under a bridge when he was a baby.

Suga laughs so hard he wheezes. 'I won't mind a bedtime story' he chokes out.

Both boys turn to look at her expectantly. 'Fine.' she says, relenting. 'I’ll tell you a bedtime story if you promise you'll try your best to go to sleep'.

They grin and settle down, Yuji on his sister’s lap, Suga laying against his nest of pillows.

She begins telling them a story she’s told Yuji many, many times these past months - about a kind-hearted Prince in a kingdom troubled by a yearly winter plague, who set out to find the cure for this illness, flowers that bloom on the highest of mountains in the deepest, darkest winter days. A Prince who tries to scale the mountain to find the cure, year after year, but is thwarted by blizzards and avalanches and snow monsters.

A small smile grows on his lips as she describes the Prince’s companions - the stalwart captain of his guards, the burly woodcutter with a heart of glass, and he stifles a laugh when she recounts how the Prince manages to trick his frosty hearted little brother to join them along the way. His breath evens out when she reaches the end of her tale, when the Prince and his companions scale the mountain and look down on a field of flowers, green and gold.

'And they lived happily ever after?' Suga murmurs, half asleep.

'And they lived happily ever after' Ume agrees.

She pulls his blanket up under his chin as he slips into sleep, hesitating as warmth furls and unfurls in her chest, before brushing her hand tenderly against his cheek.

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Third years are released from school for self-study.

She works alone at home. The winter days grow long and dark and hard.

(Her heart clenches. It starts to ache.)

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They graduate on a spring day, a shower of pink and white petals blessing their way. He catches up to her in the hallway after the graduation ceremony, hand at her sleeve.

‘Congrats on Tohoku’, he tells her, bright eyed. ‘I knew you could do it’.

‘Congrats on MUE’, she responds with a laugh. ‘See - you weren’t crazy after all’.

‘I suppose I’ll be seeing you around Sendai City? Your campus isn’t too far from mine.’

She opens her mouth to tell him not to be silly - Sendai City is nothing like Karasuno town, a million people within its bounds, and the probability of them meeting randomly on the streets is very, very small, but her throat suddenly becomes dry.

‘Suga’ she begins, balling her hands into fists.

‘Mm?’ he beams at her, brighter than the sun, and it’s all she can do to not to look away.

‘Thank you’, she says quietly. ‘For bringing some light into my life’.

‘I should be thanking you’, he replies earnestly. ‘You’ve been a good friend to me this past year. I don’t think I’d have passed my exams without you’.

“No, Suga,’ she says. ‘I mean - I like you’.

‘Oh.’ he breathes. ‘Oh’.

‘I like you’, she repeats, her voice growing stronger. ‘Because you were kind to me when there was no reason to. You bought bread for me, even if you ended up throwing it in my face. You stole and burnt a wig for me, just to put Yamada in his place. You spent your summer days buying Yuji too much ice cream, swinging him so high he thought he could touch the sky.’

‘I like you, Suga,’ she says finally. ‘Not just as a friend - but as a girl likes a boy.’

He stares at her, eyes wide. A few beats of silence pass.

‘I’m sorry’. He grimaces. ‘I don’t know what to say’.

‘It’s fine’, she finds herself saying. ‘It’s ok’.

(Her heart clenches. She wills it not to break.)

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Ume does not look back. Her bag is packed, and she leaves for Sendai City that week.

Her apartment is small, but she shares it with a few other girls. At night, she re-acquaints herself with the sound of cars rumbling on the street. The song of the cicadas haunts her in her sleep.

(Her heart clenches. She does not break.)

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Suga prides himself on being relatively observant and good with things like subtlety and tact and feelings - things that volleyball obsessed idiots like Daichi wouldn’t even notice if it hit him in the face.

He observes people and notices things, the way Kiyoko isn’t as indifferent to Tanaka as she seems, the way Yamaguchi’s serve suddenly improves when Yachi shouts ‘Gambatte’, the way Yui’s vocabulary immediately regresses whenever she’s talking to Daichi - though to be fair, he’s certain the only person in their level to not know about Yui’s crush on Daichi himself, so maybe that doesn’t count.

(‘I like you, Suga,’ he hears her say. ‘Not just as a friend - but as a girl likes a boy.’)

But then his brain short circuits and stutters to a stop, and it’s all he can do to watch dumbly as Ume turns on her heel and walks off, head high, back straight, he wonders if he’s not much better than the rest of them after all.

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‘Imai Ume said she likes me’. He finds himself telling Daichi, as they walk home from school, pork buns in hand, for the very last time.

Daichi grunts something unintelligible through a mouthful of pork bun.

‘Use your words, Daichi’. Suga can’t help but snark. Daichi grumbles and swallows.

‘Yes. I knew that already’. Daichi says simply. He starts on his second pork bun.

‘What?’ Suga retorts. ‘What do you mean you know? How did you know?’

This time, Daichi chews and swallows before he responds. ‘It was obvious to me.’ He turns to look at Suga squarely. ‘So what are you going to do about it?’

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(‘I’m Sugawara Koushi! But everyone just calls me Suga’. // ‘Imai Ume. It’s nice to meet you.’)

To be honest, he didn't think much of her at first when she joined their class. She had a habit of keeping to herself, never lingering in class before or after lessons, eating lunch alone at her desk, nose buried in a book, but he was brought up with good manners - so he kept greeting her every morning until her small nods turn into quiet smiles.

Of course, he just had to embarrass himself by hitting her in the face with a curry bun (Noya and Tanaka will never let him live it down), but in hindsight that probably kickstarted their friendship. And he’s very grateful for it. She's always passing him copies of her notes for lessons he’s missed or summaries of exam topics she thinks might come in useful, all painstakingly handwritten and colour coded - and even gives him the go-ahead to share it with Daichi. She volunteers to tutor Noya and Tanaka, and he’s sure that it’s in no small part due to her effort that they pass and get to attend training camp.

Yet he’s never considered her more than a friend. Right?

Right?

If he analyses the case of how he feels about one Imai Ume carefully, sifting through the puzzle pieces one at a time, he realises that he's not quite right.

There are little things that come to mind. Like his heart skipping a beat when he hears her laugh for the first time. The flush of his cheeks when he finds out she actually brought Yuji to watch their games. The rush of pride and joy when she tells him ‘I think he’s found a new way to fly’.

And maybe there are bigger things. Like the burst of blind panic in his chest when he hears Tanaka shout for him. The burning urge to break Yamada’s jaw and wipe that smirk off his ugly face when he sees red marks marring her skin. The cold satisfaction in his chest when he (and half the volleyball team) strike that bastard exactly where it hurts.

He remembers the sunshine dancing on her skin, the warmth of her shoulder pressed against his. The touch of her hand ghosting against his cheek. The faint memory of a fairytale about a Prince who gave his all and finds everything he set out to seek.

('And they lived happily ever after?' he asks // 'And they lived happily ever after' she agrees.)

The puzzle pieces fit. It finally clicks.

‘Shit,’ he swears, dialing Daichi’s number.

‘It’s midnight’, Daichi mumbles, voice rough with sleep. ‘What could you possibly want from me?’

‘I like Ume’, Suga says - and just saying it feels right. ‘I like her, Daichi’.

He hears an almighty yawn - and then he can almost see Daichi smile.

‘So what are you going to do about it?’

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What is he going to do about it?

Get hold of one Imai Ume and tell her that his mouth moved faster than his brain (and heart), of course. 

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But what can he do about it?

Not very much, as it turns out.

For starters, he realises they’ve never exchanged numbers. He never felt the need to, they were classmates, no, seatmates, so she was always there, like the sun and stars in the sky.

He tries to find where she lives by asking around but soon meets a dead end. Karasuno Town isn’t large by any measure, the main shopping street fanning out into a smattering of small rural neighbourhoods. But he knows for a fact that Ume stays with her maternal grandparents, and she’s never once mentioned their surname, so he’s left with little to go on.

‘At least I know she’s moving to Sendai City’, he mopes to Daichi over a steaming bowl of ramen.

Daichi, probably tired of the number of times he’s heard him repeat this, just slurps his noodles noisily.

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He and Daichi rent a flat from a little old lady who pats their chests and pinches their cheeks. It’s halfway between their schools, five minutes from the convenience store, and the rent is pretty cheap.

They soon settle into the rhythm of university life. They cycle to school in the mornings for lectures, struggle with tutorials, and fight over chores. Their social life isn’t too shabby either - they both make plenty of friends and even join volleyball teams.

Still, Suga can’t help feeling like something’s missing. ‘Someone, not something, you dolt’, his inner voice tells him, sounding suspiciously like Daichi.

He starts seeing the ghost of her everywhere.

He stares when he sees the slant of her shoulders in his classmate in the front seat. He crashes into Daichi when he thinks he hears the birdsong of her laughter float down the street. He picks up a habit of doing a double take at almost every girl he meets.

‘Stop it’, Daichi tells him crossly. ‘People are going to think you’re some kind of freak or pervert.’

He tries, he really does. But then months pass, and he starts to think that maybe Sendai City, with its million residents and a million more trees, might have hidden her out of his reach.

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Summer arrives, and he returns home to Karasuno. He and Daichi and Asahi find themselves back in the school gym often, and he finds himself being dragged into practice match after practice match with his unruly kouhai. It’s a good way to spend his holidays, but he can’t help thinking if there isn’t a route he hasn’t explored yet.

‘No, Sugawara-kun, I can’t give you the contact details of our alumni, even if they’re your old classmates’, Takada-sensei says indignantly. ‘And don’t even think about breaking into the staff room at night!’

Eh. At least that was worth a try.

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Tashiro senpai means well, he really does. But Daichi lets it slip that he’s been moping over some girl (‘For months!’, he roars), so on a Friday night, Suga finds himself thrust head first into a party at Tashiro’s apartment, surrounded by way too many people and not enough food. Daichi’s chatting with Yui (Go, Yui!), and he doesn’t know anyone else, so he doesn’t say no when Tashiro pushes cans of beer and cups of cheap spirits into his hands.

He’s a few months short of being able to legally drink, and it’s the first time he’s drinking outside his family home - but well, what Daichi doesn’t know won’t kill him. Soon though, the living room feels far too warm and the music is far too loud, so he figures he may as well seek fresh air and whatever refuge he can get on the cramped balcony beyond the kitchen.

He leans his forehead against the bannister. Gah. His head hurts. His stomach churns.

A raindrop splatters on to the back of his neck, then another, and soon he can hear the gentle patter of rain against the roof. He rights himself with a groan, and begins to head back inside. As he slides the glass door open, he turns and sees the silhouette of a girl emerge into the balcony, two apartments down, clearing her clothes from the laundry rack.

He stops. He can almost hear Daichi roaring at him at the back of his mind, but Suga can’t help but stare and think ‘there’s something awfully familiar about that girl’, but then - hasn’t he thought that about almost every girl he’s bumped into these past few months?

She takes a step forward and her face is lit by cheap fluorescent lights. He can see her clearly now, recognises the tilt of her chin, the curve of her cheeks and - by god, it’s her. His legs move and he lurches to the edge of the balcony, shouting her name like a loon.

Their eyes meet.

She yelps. And promptly drops her laundry basket, scrambling back inside.

He dashes back into Tashiro’s living room and trips into the corridor, ignoring Daichi’s shouts as he slams his fists into her front door. Her door remains stubbornly closed, and he keeps yelling, keeps beating her door. He can hear Daichi follow him, and he’s certain he’s going to get a bollocking tomorrow morning, but he doesn’t care, he’s finally found her in the midst of a million people and a million more trees and nothing else really matters.

The door swings open, and Imai Ume stands in the doorway looking livid. ‘My roommate is this close to calling the police,’ she hisses.

Daichi yanks him back with his shirt and snaps into a low bow. ‘Sorry for the trouble caused’, he says, and adds - that sly dog, ‘He may have drank a bit too much Umeshu’.

‘For God’s sake, Sawamura’, he faintly hears her squawk. ‘Can’t you take care of him a little better? He looks like absolute shit’.

Suga stares at her glassy-eyed. All he wants to do is to take her hand and tell her all the things he’s dreamt of saying these past few months (starting with I’m sorry I was an idiot- and ending with I missed you) - but his mind is suddenly foggy and his ears are ringing and his stomach keeps bloody churning and he suspects his body might have just given up on him completely.

‘I told you’, he manages to say. ‘I told you we’d see each other again’.

He pukes at her feet and promptly passes out. 

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When he wakes up, the sun is high in the sky, and he knows because he’s pretty sure it’s trying to stab him between the eyes. He flops over to his side.

What happened last night?

He cracks an eye open. He’s pretty sure he isn’t wearing his own pyjamas. The sweatshirt he has on is a touch too snug, the pants a touch too short - so definitely not Daichi’s either. He can’t be in Tashiro-senpai’s room either, because one, he’s pretty certain floral bedsheets aren’t his thing, and two, if he squints, he can see a pile of medical textbooks in the corner that definitely does not belong to him.

He groans, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, groping bleary eyed for his phone.

- You have 7 messages! -

[Daichi, 12.48am]: You are a very lucky man [Daichi, 12.48am]: Imai didn’t call the police on you [Daichi, 12.49am]: I had to clean up your puke [Daichi, 12.49am]: Wanted to lug you home but you’re heavier than you look [Daichi, 12.49am]: So she said to leave you and walk Michimiya home [Daichi, 12.50am]: Figure you’ll thank me anyway [Daichi, 12.51am]: Stay safe. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

‘You have got to be kidding me’, he moans. Fuck. His head still hurts.

Ume pokes her head into the room. ‘Oh, you’re awake. Feeling better?’

He snaps his head up and immediately regrets it. ‘Ow’, he whines, dropping his head in his hands.

‘I guess not’, she says. ‘Here’, she pokes him in the side. ‘Spare toothbrush. Wash up, and I’ll get breakfast ready so you can eat some meds’. She tugs him to his feet and pushes him into the bathroom.

This isn’t how he imagined meeting Ume again would be like. Getting piss drunk, puking at her door, and passing out in her bed? He’d take getting arrested over this any day, he thinks, moping to himself. Not to mention Daichi's probably going to kill him when he gets back. He shudders, then winces as he splashes cold water into his face.

Ume waves him into the kitchen. ‘Sit’, she says, and so he does. She sets a bowl of rice and fish and miso soup in front of him. ‘Eat’ she says, sliding a bottle of aspirin and a cup of hot tea at him. His stomach still hurts, but he's not about to let her effort go to waste.

‘Ittakimasu’, he says, putting his hands together, inclining his head slightly. Ume nods and sits across him, sipping her tea.

‘Thank you’, he says contritely. 'I'm sorry for the trouble I caused last night'.

‘It’s no problem. I managed to convince my roommates you were just a drunk ex-classmate, not some rapist or serial killer so they let you in', she hums, amused.

He groans. ‘I’m so sorry’.

'It's fine', she says, waving him away. 'I think Sawamura was a lot more mad than my roommates, since he had to clear your mess and then wrangle you into clean clothes’.

‘Well I think Daichi got to walk Michimiya home last night, so I don’t think he’ll be too mad’, he says drolly. She laughs at that, turning to clear the dishes into the sink.

‘Hey, Imai’. He takes a gulp of his tea, his throat suddenly dry.

‘Mm?’

‘'I - I missed you - you know, as a friend', he stammers at his hands. 'And I’d like to see you again. Maybe we could catch up over dinner sometime this weekend?'

She stills for a few seconds. 'I don't think it’d be a good idea to do that', she finally says.

His heart clenches. He wonders if he’s too late - if the distance that Sendai city with its million people and a million more trees has put between them is too great, if she no longer remembers their shared smiles and golden summer days. But then he sees the stack of blankets tucked into the corner of the couch, sees the food she must have woken up early to make, and wonders how his past self could have been so blind.

‘Imai’, he says. She keeps her eyes resolutely on the dish sponge in her hands. He exhales, and tells himself that it’s his turn to be brave. He takes a step towards her.

‘Ume’, he repeats, taking her hands into his. ‘Look at me’.

‘Stop it Suga! My hands are soapy’, she cries.

‘Nevermind that’, he says stubbornly. ‘Listen - I’m an idiot - and a coward. I meant it when I said I missed you, but I didn’t mean it as a friend’.

‘Wha-’, she begins to say but he cuts her off.

‘I like you, Imai Ume’, he breathes, bringing her hands close to his face. ‘I really like you - as a boy likes a girl. I want to keep holding your hands. I want to see you again - see you everyday, if you’ll let me'.

Her eyes widen, then she blinks slowly - once, twice, thrice.

‘Do you mean it?’ she asks, her eyes meeting his, and he’s struck by the thought that the stars in her eyes are so bright they can light up the night sky.

‘Why would I lie?’ he answers. ‘I’ve been looking over my shoulder every day for the past six months, hoping desperately to see you again.’

‘Oh', she breathes. ‘Oh’.

She gives him a look so full of affection and warmth - like sunlight breaking through the rain - that he knows he was right to be brave, knows that the past six months of searching and dreaming and longing hadn’t been a waste.

‘So… I take it you want to see me again?’ he asks cheekily.

‘Maybe’, she says, but her voice is teasing and she leans on to her toes to press her lips gently against his cheek.

‘I - I take that as a yes?’ he stutters and hates himself for flushing a bright pink, but refuses to release her hands.

‘Let me wash my hands first. Then - yes’, and she laughs, wide and bold and bright. 

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Coda

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 He opens the door and smiles at what has become a very familiar sight these past few weeks - Ume fast asleep at the kitchen table next to a half empty pot of tea, head pillowed against her textbooks. Usually, he’d just scoop her up and put her to bed, but they’ve not had much time together this week, what with him running all over the prefecture with his fledgling team for practice matches, and she with work and exams, so he decides to be a little selfish.

‘Ume’, he calls, shaking her shoulder gently. ‘Dearest. Wake Up.’

‘Mmph. Five more minutes. Go away.’ She mumbles, pushing his hand away.

‘Ume. Ummmeee,’ He drags out her name, finding extra syllables where there were previously none until she stirs, grumbling incoherently and he has to stifle a laugh when she swipes her hand across her mouth.

‘Oh! It’s you. Welcome home’, she folds herself upright, rubbing her eyes slowly. ‘Where’s Yuji? How was the match?’

‘Of course it’s me – who else would it be?’ he chuckles. ‘I dropped Yuji off at Kei-kun’s place for a sleepover with the team, they promised not to stay up all night eating junk and watching crappy movies but I don’t believe them. The match was great - we won! Yuji-chan did really well, he earned quite a few points and saved a few balls. You would’ve been proud of him. I know I was.’

‘That’s good, I’m sure he’ll tell me all about it tomorrow when he’s back.’ She nods towards the fridge. ‘I made mapo tofu for dinner – not too spicy though, your stomach will thank me after that long bus ride back.’

He hums a thanks, sliding the plate into the microwave, narrating a play by play of their match today, stopping only when he hears a loud yawn.

‘Go to bed, Ume’, he frowns at the lines of exhaustion on her face. ‘I shouldn’t be keeping you up, you have a morning shift tomorrow.’

‘Mm – I will, later. Was waiting for you. Mm’ not that tired,’ she protests, but then yawns again so widely he’s pretty sure he hears her jaw crack.

‘Bedtime, sleepyhead’, he says teasingly, lifting her into his chest.

It’s a testament to how tired she is when she doesn’t try to swat at him as she usually does, choosing instead to wrap her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck. His breath hitches, and he wants nothing more than to hold her close and hide in bed preferably forever, but reminds himself that they’re adults now (with awful things like jobs and responsibilities and worse, bills to pay), so he settles her onto their bed, tucking the pillow beneath her head, the sheets under her chin.

‘Goodnight, sweetheart. We’ll catch up properly on the weekend’, he whispers, pressing a kiss into her dark hair.

‘Mmph, love you’, she mumbles, half asleep.

‘Love you too’, he shuts the door with a click, a soft smile on his face.

He’s mentioned off-hand to her before that they’re lucky to be this happy.

‘It’s not all luck’, he remembers her replying. ‘Happiness isn’t easy to come by. It’s a choice. It takes effort and hard work to earn that choice, and you need to take the time to build it up, brick by brick, piece by piece.’

He used to wonder what she meant by that - but six years in, and he thinks he finally understands what she means.

She’s meticulous in the way she makes him happy - the way she catalogues his quirks and deals patiently with his follies. How she knows to always leave food in the fridge for him after work so he won’t get cranky. How she tries her best to stay up and listen to him complain about his frustrations with pushy parents or irresponsible kids, how she tries to watch every one of his (and Yuji’s) games should time permit. He can see it even in the way she smiles indulgently when she sends him off with Daichi and Tanaka for izakaya and drinks.

For his part - he wonders if he does enough. He wakes up early most mornings to hitch a ride with her to work so they get a chance to chat about their day. He buys flowers from the florist down the street for her every week, and slips sandwiches and post-it notes in her work bag when he knows she’s had a long shift. He holds her close when she collapses on the couch, boneless and exhausted from a hard day.

He thinks about the life they share - weeknights spent sitting together, him sketching lesson plans and volleyball plays and she reading up for exams and work cases, weekends spent in grocery stores and parks and volleyball games. Six years together - they’re happy, and they show it in the quietest of ways.

They’re driving back to Karasuno this weekend - ostensibly to celebrate Keiji’s birthday and meet a couple of friends. But he’s conspired with Keiji and Yuji so he can sneak her away to the park for a picnic under the tree where they share memories of long, quiet talks and golden summer days. He’s hidden her ring in a picnic box full of homemade onigiri and sandwiches, strawberries and peaches.

He plans to go down on one knee and ask if she’d like to continue working on being happy with him forever.

He hopes she’ll say yes.

(She does.)

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic rec #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #sugawara #sugawara fic #sugawara headcanon #sugamama #haikyuu fluff #karasuno #haikyuu fic #sugawara x reader #suga

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[balancingdiet]

Tabula Rasa

Detective Conan & Magic Kaito Characters: Shinichi/Kaito Words:  1600ish Chapter: (1) ... (11) (12) (13) 

Shinichi always finds his neighbour weird. But he didn’t expect to find his neighbour lying on a patch of grass and donned in Kaitou Kid’s costume, too.

Shinichi had been to the hospital enough times to know where the lifts were, remember some of the doctors’ names, and even noticed if the hospital change the paintings on the walls. But most of his trips here were always on the first few floors, where the wards of all the serious crimes’ victims resided in. Or worse, where he’d be waiting at the lobby and hoping the victims made it through their first surgery. 

Today was the first time he made it past those floors.

Shinichi stepped out of the lift and glanced around. Even though he was still in the same hospital, the difference between the floors were vast. Doctors weren’t running around, the air didn’t smell like heavy iron, and there weren’t any patients yowling in pain or nurses shouting about the need of a blood pack somewhere… 

He glanced at his watch, realising this wasn’t the time to think about anything else. He was about to ask a passing nurse where the waiting room was when he heard a burst of muffled laughter around the corner. He followed the giggles and chuckles until he found the place he wanted to go.

At the corner of the large space was a playroom for kids, and all of the children had gathered there. Not around toys, though.

It was around Kuroba.

Shinichi didn’t realise he was blatantly staring until the claps broke his blur train of thoughts. He blinked out of his trance and quietly joined the crowd. He wasn’t sure if Kuroba had noticed him before, or that he did and was pretending he didn’t. Either way, Kuroba’s attention now was all on the kids, as though his life mission was to never let their smile fade away.

There were a few adults and nurses watching the show too, and Shinichi camouflaged perfectly in there. He would occasionally follow and clap along with the crowd, but no matter what, he could never resist a smile when the children exclaimed out their enthusiasm for Kuroba’s tricks, regardless of how small or big. 

Being so used to hearing crying and terrors, it was nice for a little change.

Not long later, Kuroba concluded his show and finished it by levitating his shuffled cards in mid-air. He thanked the audiences and supplied them with parting souvenirs—all the children got different animal balloons of their favourite colour, and even the adults audiences got something too; he offered the first nurse a rose, and then another rose to a mother…

“And here’s one for you—"

Kuroba blinked, the stalk of rose frozen in between his fingertips as he stood face to face with Shinichi.

(Shinichi supposed Kuroba didn’t notice him earlier, then.)

Kuroba recovered fast as his parted lips turned into a huge grin. But he still didn’t turn away. He tilted the rose, signalling Shinichi to take it.

Narrowing his eyes, Shinichi relented and pluck the rose out of Kuroba’s hand. He knew if he didn’t take it, Kuroba would refuse to move on and pass his “souvenirs” to the other audiences behind him, so he did what he'd done for the sake of the time.

Yes. Nothing else.

Shinichi glanced at the red rose. Given his pathetic attempts at maintaining his two potted plants, he was definitely no expert, but something told him this rose belonged to the plantation in Kuroba’s backyard.

After Kuroba finished distributing and the crowd had long dispersed, he approached Shinichi with a grin plastered on his face.

“You came,” he said, his statement sounded more like a question. It wouldn’t be as absurd if it wasn’t Kuroba that invited him to come in the first place.

“You asked me to.” Shinichi muttered, clearly remembering the exact moment when Kuroba did: With a propped elbow over their fence, he'd disturbed Shinichi’s quiet morning and told him he was free to come to today's event.

Kuroba’s confused look faltered and he smiled instead. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to.”

Shinichi frowned. “Why not?”

He shrugged, saying nothing more.

Now Shinichi felt stupid to be here. Not to add that he even took a half day off from work and shifted his meeting with Shiho earlier because of this. Then again, it could be his fault for treating Kuroba’s words of any importance in the first place. 

“Are you disappointed?” he remembered Shiho asked.

He found this situation more relatable than any other ones he had been in.

Deleting Shiho's words from his mind, Shinichi pushed the rose into Kuroba’s chest. “I don’t want this.” 

“Aw, why?” Kuroba took the rose from Shinichi’s fingers. He looked hurt, or feigned it well to be.

“I’m not going to walk around carrying a rose.”

Kuroba stroked his chin and glanced at the ceiling. “To be honest, the image looked quite cute in my head.”

Shinichi rolled his eyes and walked out of the waiting room. He didn’t intend to slow down even though he heard Kuroba asking him to “Hold on!” while he scrambled to pack his remaining props. But that feeling quickly changed when he reached the lift, and he realised Kuroba was nowhere in sight behind him.

After two lifts had passed their floor, Shinichi decided he had enough of waiting and backtracked to the room to see what Kuroba was up to—

Round the corridor, Shinichi found Kuroba talking to a woman in a wheelchair. 

He stopped, hiding behind the wall.

“Thank you so much Kaito-kun,” the woman said, her eyes held more gratefulness than what her soft voice had already expressed. 

Kuroba shook his head. “This isn’t anything much.”

“But not for Kanna and I.” The woman turned, looking at a little girl sitting on a sofa and playing with a dog balloon that Kuroba gave earlier. “My illness has brought nothing but gloomy years for her, but you’ve gave her plenty of sunshine.”

"It's the least I can do." 

They fell into a mutual silence for a while, but it wasn't long before the woman spoke, "Just the other day, Kanna also said she missed Aoko-chan."

Shinichi straightened.

Aoko?

As though she'd just realized what slipped out of her mouth, the woman suddenly looked regretful and guilty. She bit her lower lip. "I'm sorry—"

Kuroba smiled, his eyes half-lidded with patience and something that almost seemed…

Sad. 

He turned to look at the little girl, his face now blocked from Shinichi’s view.

“It's okay," he said, "It's good to know I'm not the only one too.”

----

After feeling he’d intruded the conversation enough, Shinichi left for the lift, got out of the hospital, and walked into the streets. He had no idea how far he’d gone or where he was actually walking to, but it was definitely not anywhere near his parked car. 

Shinichi glanced at his watch with a sigh. His plans for the day had stopped right after finding Kuroba, and now he had no idea what to do for the rest of his evening—

A sound of a flap or two later, Shinichi found a white dove sitting on his right shoulder

He nearly shrieked.

Nearly.

Shinichi spun around, not-so-surprised to find Kuroba jogging towards him. 

“Good job Tamago!” Kuroba gave a thumbs up. “You have located Cinderella.”

If Shinichi hadn’t known better, he would have been fooled by Kuroba's facade and thought the entire conversation and that look he’d witnessed earlier on his face was all an illusion.

Just like Kaitou Kid.

“For your information, this is my favourite shirt.” Shinichi glowered and curled his fingers, threatening to flick Tamago away. “And if your dove shits on me…”

“Alright, alright. You have no chill.” Kuroba shook his head and waved Tamago over, but a long moment had passed and Tamago still refused to move, until Kuroba had to call and snap his fingers for the fifth time then it did. It slipped back into Kuroba’s sleeve.

Shinichi peered over his shoulder.

“It’s clean,” Kuroba said.

Shinichi returned Kuroba his signature side-eye look.

Kuroba chuckled. “Anyway, since you don’t want my rose, how about a treat? You came all the way for my performance after all.”

“Did you get paid for the performance?”

There was a brief distant look that flashed across Kuroba’s face, and Shinichi tried to investigate the shift, like reaching out for a balloon that slipped away. But it was too late, and it had already flew away.

Gone.

“No.” Kuroba cocked his head to his side. “It’s voluntary work.”

Shinichi had long figured that out, but since he felt it was appropriate to ask, he thought it’d be nice know his guess was right 

“Then you don’t need to,” Shinichi said and turned, prepared to head to… who-knows-where. He should probably get back to his car—

“You know…” Kuroba sighed as he rubbed a hand behind his neck. “You’re making it hard for me to ask you out for dinner.”

Shinichi blinked, his head turning back in a robotic fashion. “...What?”

“You heard me well.” Kuroba crossed his arms, “So do you want to have dinner or not?”

“Uh,” Shinichi paused, feeling the hot, tingling pricks rising from his back and to his neck.

“I know a good Ramen restaurant around here.” Kuroba wiggled his eyebrows and jabbed a thumb across the street. “They sell the best dumplings too.”

It could be because he hadn’t had ramen for a long time, or that he'd missed eating good dumplings, but Shinichi wasn’t sure if he could entirely factor Kuroba’s grin out as the reason why he decided to say “Ok” to the dinner plan in the end.

#dcmk #detective conan #kudo shinichi #Kuroba Kaito #kaishin #Tabula rasa

[coykouchou]

Other ANN news for today:

Manga/anime/light novels-

Hi Score Girl Manga Ends in 10th Volume in Winter

Uchi no Maid ga Uzasugiru! Anime Stars Haruka Shiraishi, Manami Numakura

Gundam NT Anime's English Trailer Unveiled

Konosuba - God's Blessing on This Wonderful World! Anime Gets Film Project

MechatroWeGo Robot Toys Get Anime Tamago Project Anime

Nogizaka46 to Perform Theme Song for The Seven Deadly Sins Anime Film (Updated With Video)

Monster Strike Gets New Net Anime Series Starting on July 8

Live action and etc-

Himomen Live-Action Series Casts Yui Okada as Nurse

Toho Invests in Sumitomo, Fullscreen Media's AlphaBoat for Content Creation

Tobaku Haōden Zero Live-Action Series to Cast Role by Auditioning 9 Johnny's Jr. Members

Cells at Work Manga Gets Stage Play

Seven Deadly Sins Stage Play's Cast Visuals Unveiled

Voice Actress Yuka Aisaka Goes on Hiatus to Recover Voice

#free! dive to the future #anime #promo video #preview #oldcodex #theme song #july 11 2018 #hi score girl #manga #end #winter 2018 #uchi no maid ga uzasugiru! #haruka shiraishi #manami numakura #gundam nt #english trailer #konosuba-god's blessing on the wonderful world! #film #project #mechatrowego #robot toys #anime tamago #nogizaka46 #perform #the seven deadly sins #anime film #update #monster strike #net anime series #july 8 2018

[kakunomonogatari]

Writing Prompt: 26 - I’m dying

Word Count: 1114 Genre: Kinda Angst/Kinda Humor/Idk The musings of young man who’s about to die....or so he thoughts.

I’m dying. I thought to myself lying in the soft hospital bed my broken body rests in waiting for the inevitable. Several tubes prodding every inch of my body like a human pincushion. I guess I really wouldn’t call this “dying” though. 19 years of misery and being completely useless. Funny… Back then, I didn’t really think of the semantics behind the word but back then I couldn’t care less.  But right now? When I’ll eventually pass on and experience it first hand? I guess there’s no better time than now…

“No better time…than now” the words in my head escape into my lips as I think about all those years I had wasted trying to fit within the world…Pointless…Miserable. All that time I could’ve used to pursue some sort of great dream or some delightful hobby. No, here I am now. Nothing else matters. Just me and this hospital bed. Tumbling within death’s grasp waiting for my sweet release. Till then though I’ll just be lying in this hospital bed waiting for it.

…

…

…

Any second now…

…

…

…

Several minutes pass and I am slightly disappointed that I haven’t stopped breathing yet. I try and think of something to alleviate the boredom… Several more minutes pass and unfortunately the only thing there is for me to do confined in this soft and fluffy bed is to either stare at the ceiling or think of something memorable to say when I die. I try my best to think of a quote for people to remember me by like serial murderers do on their execution. Something simplistically witty like Steven Judy’s “Such is life” or Thomas Grasso’s "I did not get my Spaghetti O's. I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this." and yet to no avail, All I was able to make however was a haiku on how horridly bored I am.

 Times passes slowly

Left with my own devices

I wish I’d just die

 It has a nice catch to it, and truth be told how brain numbingly accurate it is. With nothing else to do I sigh in defeat and close my eyes. But before I could bask in the darkness of my mind, I hear the door make a large thud. It’s as though someone slammed their face on the door. The door slowly creaks open and shows a young girl probably around my age gently rubbing her forehead while she whimpers completely oblivious that the door is now open. Judging from what she’s wearing, I can assume she’s a nurse here and seeing as how she bumped her head on the door she must be either clumsy or new… or both. As she’s still soothing the painful bash of her forehead, I try and grab her attention.

“Hey! You need something?”

The whimpering nurse stops and stares at me for a moment, her rosy cheeks turn bright red as she attempts to cover her face.  At this point in time, I assume she realizes that she’s been standing there for at least a minute massaging her forehead and trying not to cry. I don’t know if I should try to comfort her or be a complete jerk and ask her to leave if she had nothing to do in my room. After a few seconds of unnecessarily having to go through that she settles down, and begins to speak.

“Ah sorry about that sir!! I thought that there was a corridor over there but when I turned there was a door. Sorry about that I’m kind of new here.” She smiles at me as her hair bounces as she slightly tilts her head. Suddenly I’m unable to look away from her cheery gaze. “Well I’ll be going now, I hope I didn’t disturb you or anything…”

 “No wait!... I mean… Can I at least know what your name is before you go?” Wow, Even in death I’m pathetic, Though at least before I die I get to know the name of a cute girl.

“Oh my name?” She pauses. “It’s Renee Williams! R…e…n…double e Williams, Nice to meet you!” she chuckled, toying her beautiful black hair as words leave her beautiful lips.

Renee… What an unusual name. It sounds like something you’d hear from a romance novel or something.

“Well Renee, I guess …I should say mine just to be fair.” I swallow and clear my throat. “My name is Daniel, Daniel Akihiro Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you Daniel! I hope we meet again soon…Well I’ll be going now!!” and with that she leaves and I am left alone with my own devices again. It’s a nice thought what she said but I guess if that what makes her happy I’ll leave it to that.

As I tried to go to sleep, another I heard knock on my door. Seeing as how it doesn’t creak open on its own tells me that the person behind actually tried to open it this time. The door swings open and I am left in an emotion of great disdain.

“Ugh… It’s just you…”

“Yes Daniel, It’s just me…I am your older brother after all..”

“And your Doctor..”

God that stings whenever he says that. Anthony Akihiro, The eldest son of our family, my big brother, Anthony chose the life of a doctor…Normally I wouldn’t be this irritable against him but unfortunately whenever I get confined to this goddamned hospital, He gets to be my doctor. That shouldn’t really be an issue by itself but as a doctor he really gets on my nerves.

“So Paul tell me, How much time do I still have?”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘How much time’? You’re not dying Daniel” he monotonously says while adjusting his glasses.

“But you told me I had cancer!!”

“No, I said you might have cancer. Fortunately, It’s just food poisoning.”

“WELL YOU COULD’VE TOLD ME EARLIER.”

“Did you really believe you were going to die?” Paul trying his best not to laugh at my reaction. “Wouldn’t Mom be crying by your right now if you were?”

“NOT FUNNY ANTHONY!”

“It kind of is.” He gives me a small grin. “You’re getting discharged today so I suggest not eating day-old Tamago next time okay? You have to enroll for next semester soon.”

“Ugh…Fine” I sigh in defeat and stare at the ceiling once more thinking about what I’m planning to achieve when I get back to school this semester. Maybe I’ll do something with my life rather than complain about it.

“Hey Anthony…”

“What?”

“Do you know what’s Mom cooking for tonight?”

“Definitely not Tamago, That’s for sure.”

#litprose #In Sickness and In Health #Writing practice

[greenspunkgnostic]

🍙 Literally just 7 different 6-serving platters of various kinds of sushi.

The small dog-girl yelps and gawks as what appears to be over 200 pieces of sushi just appear all around her on her desk. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips hesitantly.

“all for me…? okay, ill do my best!” she says, getting herself a small bowl, a bottle of soy sauce and ginger, some wasabi - the proper stuff, she can afford it - and her favourite pair of chopsticks. She turns on her webcam and waggles her fingers at it, introducing the vast spread of sushi. “so uh, some nice anon just sent me all this, which i guess is a cue that its stuffing time! i was just thinking about what i should eat today… i see lots of fatty tuna and stuff so this should do something fun to my waistline, heheheh!! alright, here goes!!”

Humming pleasantly to herself, she starts off with some simple California rolls. They’re comparatively light next to the more ornate and complicated rolls next to it on the tray. Each serving seems to contain about six bite sized pieces, and with six servings each on seven trays, she’s got over 250 to go - she’s gotta pace herself. She works her way through the California rolls, the spicy tuna, the seared salmon, and the simple tempura shrimp roll, knocking out several of the light rolls from the various trays first. Each bite gets a small dunk in soy sauce and wasabi, with ginger to cleanse the palate between rolls. She pats her belly with a soft sigh, lifting her shirt up to expose the smooth brown flesh, starting to look a little less defined around the abs than she once was. “gosh, what if one day a feast like this just looks like a snack…?” she murmurs, both for her own sake and the camera’s. Next it’s onto the more flashy servings - things with labels like “volcano roll” - a roll with the seaweed on the outside, diagonally cut and tempura fried, with dribbles of red spicy sauce down the side - and “rainbow roll” - topped with a jumble of different slices of fish along the top of the roll. She makes little comments, appraising each roll she eats, and occasionally fumbles with her chopsticks. Some of the bigger rolls are a little hard to handle with the sticks, so she just uses her fingers to stuff her face. Her approach was slow and methodical at first, polishing off one roll at a time, but with so many still left untasted and her belly starting to feel rather heavy with all the rice, she hits a bit of a sushi feeding frenzy. She drops the chopsticks and starts using both hands, one dunking a piece in sauce while the other pushes its piece into her mouth, just really pigging out. She chews and swallows as fast as she can, trying to still savour each flavour between bites, but she feels compelled to just glut herself.

She finishes one platter entirely, then another, and a third before she starts slowing down. Sweat beads on her brow, and each bite makes her rather visibly swollen belly ache. She conjures herself up a pot of tea to help soak down the rice, which helps a little, but she still has to lean back and pull up her shirt to nurse that bulging belly. She laughs faintly, giving the taut flesh a soft smack to see it wobble slightly. She looks over the scattered remains of the sushi feast and starts to consolidate, moving them from all the spread-out trays to get them all in one place (and clear up some of the room on her desk). She sighs softly, finding that she’s still got a full two trays’ worth of sushi to go. Her belly gurgles and groans audibly. 

“ooogh... the things i do for kink...” grumbles Jade, struggling to pick up another few rolls and force them down. She winces, hugging her rounded gut with a quiet whimper, and sits back to just kind of massage and pat and rub her belly - attempting to free up some space and encourage a bit of digestion. After a few solid minutes of just this, she groans and sits up. A swig of tea, followed by a long, low burp that she squeaks and attempts to cover up, and she’s ready to push on. It feels like an uphill battle, each bite or two a little struggle, but she plows through the tamago sushi, the tempura california rolls, the sashimi. One platter goes down, emptied, and at last - with her gut so full she can barely see her own lap past it - the second clatters onto the platter-pile. She groans audibly, pulling her shirt entirely off to free her belly from its too-tight constraints, just quietly massaging the taut-stretched flesh. She looks at the camera with a hazy smile, hefting her gut proudly for it, and slurs as if drunken - “i-i did it... i ate it all...” before hitting End Recording and slumping back into her chair to groan as the video uploads. 

#nsfw/ #food kink #stuffin' that dog

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20 Hangover-Busting Breakfast Recipes for New Year’s Day

[Photographs: Morgan Eisenberg, J. Kenji López-Alt, Vicky Wasik]

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Everything you need to make the most important meal of the day delicious.

I normally try to turn in fairly early, so any time I'm at a party past midnight, I have a tendency to overdo it on the drinks. That can make New Year's a dangerous time. The obvious solution is just to have a little self-control and alternate booze and water, but, despite my best intentions, I often wake up on January 1 a little worse for the wear.

If you, like me, can't guarantee you won't wake up hung over on New Year's Day, we can at least ensure that we have the right recipes on hand to nurse ourselves back to health. To that end, we've got 20 hangover-friendly breakfast recipes for New Year's Day, from simple, homey cures like fried eggs and pho ga to total gut-busters, like croque madames and Doritos migas.

[Video: Serious Eats Team]

If you're looking for a simple breakfast that's doable even when you're suffering, it's hard to beat a plate of fried eggs. We have a version to suit every taste: puffy, extra-crisp fried eggs (linked below); sunny-side up (for the utmost simplicity); or over easy (for perfectly cooked whites every time).

Crispy Fried Eggs Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Fried eggs aren't hard, but doing them well takes a little more finesse than I'm capable of after the wildest nights out. On the other hand, I can pretty much always muster the strength to make fluffy scrambled eggs. As with fried eggs, we have a range of scrambled-egg recipes to choose from if a classic fluffy scramble isn't what your aching brain is craving: Varying the heat level and the amount of stirring can make eggs that are just slightly soft and barely set, or super soft and spoonable.

Fluffy Scrambled Eggs Recipe »

[Photograph: Daniel Shumski]

Need something to serve with your eggs? Potatoes are a great way to bulk up your breakfast, and you can't go wrong with perfectly crispy hash browns. When we're feeling a bit too lazy to do the cooking ourselves, we like to use a waffle iron, which automatically ensures a crunchy exterior and smooth, creamy interior. Moisture is the enemy of hash browns, so squeeze as much water out of the shredded potatoes as you possibly can before cooking them.

Waffle-Iron Hash Browns Recipe »

[Photograph: Daniel Gritzer]

My signature move when I have a hangover is to make scrambled eggs with an amount of cheese that a more reasonable person might describe as insane. This recipe should give you a good idea of what I'm talking about. Here, scrambled eggs are packed with so much mozzarella (along with a little feta and dill) that you might confuse them for queso fundido at first glance, before getting sandwiched into fluffy little drop biscuits. Making biscuits might sound like too much work, especially for New Year's Day, but this version takes only 15 minutes of active work.

Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If I happened to have a professional cook around to make me breakfast on New Year's Day, I might ask for a plate of traditional migas. But honestly, if I'm on my own at home, there's no way I'm going to fry up a batch of homemade tortilla chips. If you feel the same, go lowbrow and use crumbled Doritos instead, mixing them with scrambled eggs, onions, jalapeños, tomatoes, and plenty of pepper Jack cheese.

Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I love to drown a hangover in eggs and cheese, and I know many of you feel the same. But vegan eaters get drunk, too, which is where this vegan variation on migas—made with silken tofu, for a creaminess similar to what you'll find in soft-scrambled eggs—comes in. We shallow-fry the chips to make the recipe a little easier; they don't need to be perfectly crisp.

Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu) Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

After a really debaucherous night, my stomach can't usually handle anything too intense, so I prefer a mild breakfast to a greasy plate of eggs, cheese, and potatoes. One of my top choices is yogurt topped with granola—and if you really want to treat yourself, homemade granola is the way to go. This one uses rolled oats soaked in a surprising ingredient—buttermilk, which tenderizes the oats and seeds and helps prevent excess browning—combined with raw pumpkin seeds, flax, chia seeds, almonds, pecans, dried apricots, tart cherries, and blueberries. Yes, it takes some time to make, but the effort involved is minimal, and you'll have plenty of granola left over for future mornings.

Crisp Homemade Granola Recipe »

[Photograph: Morgan Eisenberg]

More into the gut-busting side of the hangover-cure spectrum? Ignore the rest of our list and go straight for this monstrosity, an epic brunch burger constructed from a crispy smashed patty placed on a toasted, buttered English muffin with bacon, avocado, Colby Jack cheese, a fried egg (!), and spicy jalapeño Hollandaise. It's rich, messy, and over the top, and it's enough to scare any hangover into submission.

Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Another ultra-rich option, the croque madame is a brunch classic that's made simply by setting a fried egg atop a croque monsieur. If you don't eat eggs, or just don't want to bother with the trouble of making them, the latter is itself a plenty rich sandwich, made with ham, Dijon mustard, and both grated cheese and a silky Mornay sauce.

Rich and Creamy Croques Madames Recipe »

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My not-at-all-expert opinion is that carbs are a necessity for soaking up booze, and these tacos have plenty of them. We make them by stuffing warm corn tortillas with sautéed sweet potatoes, then topping off the tacos with fried eggs. When you break into the yolk, it'll blend with the hot sauce and crema to make a simple but satisfying sauce.

Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Huevos rancheros—a plate of fried tortillas, runny fried eggs, and plenty of salsa—is an easy dish that takes only half an hour, even if you include the time to make our homemade tomato and red-chili salsa. It's totally manageable on a hangover, but on New Year's Day, no one will blame you for simplifying the recipe even further by using jarred salsa.

Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

There are times for elegant French omelettes and times for hearty American ones, and I think you know which is more appropriate after you've had one too many glasses of sparkling wine. Far from their creamy, softly set French cousins, diner-style omelettes feature big, fluffy curds; avoid overworking the eggs as they cook to achieve the right consistency. Feel free to stuff the omelette however you want, but diced ham and cheddar is a good, straightforward choice.

Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I used to live right next door to a McDonald's, so I've eaten more Egg McMuffins in my life than I'm proud of. These days, if I'm craving those same flavors in a better-quality package, I just make the sandwich myself, using this ingenious recipe. There are a couple tricks to keep in mind: Cook the egg in a Mason jar lid ring placed in a skillet to give it the perfect round shape, and wrap the sandwich in foil after assembly, which helps melt the cheese and soften the English muffin.

Homemade Egg McMuffin Recipe »

[Photograph: Joshua Bousel]

There are few breakfast items I love as much as creamy sausage gravy, no matter what kind of night it's been. Our recipe is fairly standard—roux, pork sausage, milk—but gives you the option of adding chopped fresh sage and red pepper flakes for extra flavor. Don't forget the biscuits! Our two-ingredient cream biscuit recipe is too easy to skip.

Sausage Gravy Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Shakshuka is an impressive enough dish for a fancy brunch, yet simple enough to make on a rough morning. It's also extremely versatile—our version is made with charred onion, red pepper, and chilies; spices like paprika and cumin; and, of course, tomatoes and eggs, but you can vary the aromatics and spices in accordance with your pantry and your preferences. Spoon some of the sauce over the egg whites before covering the pan to help them cook at the same speed as the yolks.

Shakshuka (North African–Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce) Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Okay, not everyone is going to want to start the New Year off with raw eggs. But those who've had it before know that this Japanese dish is rich, comforting, and incredibly easy to make, so it's a great choice for New Year's Day breakfast. All you have to do is microwave leftover rice; mix it with a raw egg, soy sauce, salt, and a pinch of MSG; and top with furikake and an extra raw egg yolk.

Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg) Recipe »

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Pho is typically eaten for breakfast in Vietnam, and chicken soup is a beloved cure-all in the West, so a morning bowl of chicken pho makes perfect sense to us as a hangover cure. The traditional technique of simmering the soup for hours is a daunting prospect even on a good day, but if you have a pressure cooker, such as an Instant Pot, you can make a totally respectable version in just 30 minutes.

30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup) Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Sometimes a sweet breakfast is just what you need to start fighting off a nasty hangover, and this upside-down blueberry muffin does the job well. It consists of a thick layer of jammy fruit complemented by a tender muffin base; once baked in a 10-inch cast iron skillet, it's ready to be cut into wedges and served warm. A pinch of lemon zest and a bit of coriander highlight the blueberries' flavor without overpowering the cake.

Upside-Down Blueberry Muffin Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

This savory French toast recipe turns out spicy and funky thanks to store-bought green curry paste, which we jazz up with fresh herbs, lime juice, and fish sauce. Combine the paste with coconut milk, then pour the mixture into a pan and soak the bread in it for at least one hour to ensure the curry flavors get right to its core. After that, there's nothing to do but fry it up, preferably with a couple of eggs on the side.

Savory Green Curry French Toast Recipe »

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

When you aren't at your best, whether due to a hangover or a persistent cold, rice porridge is a great dish to have in your back pocket. This Bengali porridge consists of jasmine rice and lentils, flavored with ginger and turmeric and simmered in chicken stock. Once the grains are tender, add potatoes and chicken thighs to the pot to cook slowly, and prepare a bright cilantro chutney to cut through and balance the rich porridge. It's a dish that will cure your hangover in record time, but you'll crave it even when you're feeling perfectly fine.

Bengali Rice Porridge With Lentils and Chicken Recipe »

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Is your new oc a crazy cat lady?

[ ooc;; in a sense, i suppose so. she found tamago about a few weeks after her grandfather passed when he was a kitten and he was very sick, she’s p. sure he was abandoned. so she took him in and nursed him back to health and then decided to officially adopt him bc well… having him really helped her with her grandpa’s passing and not feeling so alone in the world. nowadays, he helps her with her depression spells and stuff. ; u; he’s a good boy and she’s madly in love with him lmao.

like you want to see her show emotions, just watch her interacting with tama. they even “argue” bc he’s kinda spoiled, but he is a really chill cat. he only gets kind of annoyed when strangers show up and he likes to sit on kimi’s lap protectively and stare the stranger down bc that’s his mom, u kno ? ]

#anonymous #❛ I AIN’T GOT NO HANDS TO HOLD // I AIN’T GOT NO HEART TO LOVE ❜ ( headcanon ∣ kimi. ) #❛ messages from the void ❜ ( ooc. ) #tama is a baby #fun fact tamago also means egg lmao

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15 May 2020

Losing the plot

When it comes to data visualisation, we all make mistakes. We all need to make mistakes. And the recent revolution in data visualisation is still new enough that it's wonderful to see people trying to use and visualise data. There's a balance to be struck between perfectionist pedantry (I'm still often guilty) and encouraging people to have a go. Therefore, I try not to criticise people for slightly substandard charts.

I made an exception this week. We should expect better from government. And poor visualisation is just one aspect of the government's muddled communication of the numbers.

Elsewhere:

The government's coronavirus recovery strategy had (only) a couple of interesting references to data: a vague reference to 'robust safety measures' when it came to contact tracing - we should expect more, quickly, especially since (as Peter points out) the reference to Asian countries raises more questions than it answers - and a vague reference to rewiring the state. Much more from the IfG on the coronavirus crisis and lifting lockdown restrictions here.

People are still updating our collaborative spreadsheet on data-related developments, transparency things and mortality stats (thank you!). Find it here - further additions always welcome.

My former colleague Nicole is now at the Royal College of Nursing, and she's recruiting - take a look at the ads for Digital Content Officer and Senior Media Officer.

On the subject of nursing... it was Florence Nightingale's birthday this week, the Lady with the Lamp also being a pioneer in the use and visualisation of data. Some bonus links below.

And another anniversary - it was International Dylan Thomas Day yesterday, marking the premiere of Under Milk Wood. Which is as good an excuse as any to revisit the West Glamorgan Youth Theatre Company's lockdown production of the opening scene, starring various people who can actually act, and me.

Have a lovely weekend

Gavin

Today's links:

Flo charts

Happy 200th birthday #FlorenceNightingale! (Royal Society)

Florence Nightingale is a Design Hero (Nightingale)

Florence Nightingale the Angel of the Crimea (British Library)

International Nurses Day: what would Florence do on the COVID-19 front line? (Nursing Standard)

Special issue: Florence Nightingale (Significance)

Tips, tech, etc

The new rules to living in lockdown (The Observer)

Presentations post-Covid? (Matt Jukes)

Free-Range Working (Convivio)

In cycling there’s a thing called a “false flat” (@Lesley_NOPE)

Easing physical and mental strain in the workplace (Open Access Government)

Keeping our employees and partners safe during #coronavirus (Twitter)

What we’ve learned about mental health during lockdown (Prospect)

Graphic content

Viral content: cases

Coronavirus tracked: the latest figures as countries fight to contain the pandemic (FT)

NHK conducted an experiment to see how germs spread at a cruise buffet (via Spoon & Tamago)

Where U.S. coronavirus cases are on the rise (Reuters)

Without A Vaccine, Herd Immunity Won’t Save Us (FiveThirtyEight)

Majority black counties see triple the Covid death rate* (Bloomberg)

Coronavirus Australia data update: Covid-19 active and new cases, numbers, map and statistics (The Guardian)

Coronavirus (COVID-19) related deaths by occupation, England and Wales: deaths registered up to and including 20 April 2020 (ONS)

Russia’s Covid death toll could be 70 per cent higher than official figure* (FT)

Nowcasting and Forecasting of COVID-19 (MRC Biostatistics Unit, University of Cambridge)

Viral content: the economy

How bad is unemployment? Literally off the charts* (New York Times)

Invidious choices await Sunak in tackling cost of virus crisis* (FT)

One month, 20.5 million jobs lost (Reuters)

Why 1.4 Million Health Jobs Have Been Lost During a Huge Health Crisis* (The Upshot)

Viral content: lifting lockdown

Disease modelers are wary of reopening the country. Here’s how they arrive at their verdict.* (Washington Post)

Americans’ Commitment to Social Distancing Is Eroding* (Bloomberg)

Lifting lockdown: what Britain can learn from the rest of the world* (The Times, via Cath)

London is most vulnerable to coronavirus outbreak in the UK* (FT)

Phone data identify travel hubs at risk of a second wave of infections* (The Economist)

Britain on the move even before Johnson eased lockdown, data show* (FT)

Getting Britain working (safely) again (Resolution Foundation)

What would happen if Londoners tried to go back to normal on a socially-distanced Underground? (The Guardian)

Viral content: everything else

This is live @CitizensAdvice web traffic from 7- 7:35 pm (i.e. #borisspeech) (Gemma)

A Study Said Covid Wasn’t That Deadly. The Right Seized It.* (New York Times)

COVID19 Grants Tracker (360Giving)

A Pandemic That Cleared Skies and Halted Cities Isn’t Slowing Global Warming* (Bloomberg)

Facemasks: would you wear one? (Behavioural Insights Team)

Anti-viral content

GDP first quarterly estimate, UK: January to March 2020 (ONS)

Freedom of information (Oliver for IfG)

The civil service after Brexit: lessons from the Article 50 period (Maddy, Haydon and Joe for IfG - charts here)

What Does Opportunity Look Like Where You Live?* (New York Times)

What's at stake in Britain's post-Brexit trade talks? (The Guardian)

#dataviz

Poor chart rating for the government’s coronavirus communications strategy (me for IfG)

The dataviz in the PM's statement... (Mark Edwards)

Someone who is good at equations please help me (Policy Sketchbook)

Counting the human cost of Covid-19: 'Numbers tell a story words can't' (The Guardian)

Visualising Odds Ratio (Henry Lau)

A plan for accessible charts (Benjy Stanton)

How data journalists became the rock stars of news (BBC Sounds)

EXPLORE EXPLAIN S1 E3: JOHN BURN-MURDOCH (Visualising Data)

Meta data

Viral content: contact details (UK)

The code behind the NHS Covid-19 App (NHSX)

Also FAQs, DPIA (via Jim Killock)

UK starts to build second contact tracing app* (FT)

UK could switch to a different contact tracing app, says minister* (FT)

NHS coronavirus advisory board split over ditching government app (The Guardian)

Just how anonymous is the NHS Covid-19 contact tracing app?* (Wired)

Secret NHS files reveal plans for coronavirus contact tracing app* (Wired)

To trust the contact tracing app, we need safeguards* (Harriet Harman for The Times)

Harman seeks to bring private member’s bill over contact tracing* (Computer Weekly)

Analysis of the NHSX Contact Tracing App ‘Isle of Wight’ Data Protection Impact Assessment (Michael Veale)

Who governs? Platform privilege, contact tracing and APIs. (Richard Pope)

The tech firms getting their hands on NHS patient data to fight coronavirus (The Bureau of Investigative Journalism)

Coronavirus: Send virus alerts within 24 hours or risk second wave, scientist warns (Sky News)

Coronavirus contact tracing at risk unless vital info shared with councils (Local Government Association)

Only 50% of Britons would download NHS tracing app – poll (The Observer)

Workplace testing – guidance for employers (ICO)

Viral content: contact details (international)

How Europe splintered over contact tracing apps* (FT)

A flood of coronavirus apps are tracking us. Now it’s time to keep track of them.* (MIT Technology Review, via Alice)

India made its contact tracing app mandatory. Now people are angry* (Wired)

Nearly 40% of Icelanders are using a covid app—and it hasn’t helped much* (MIT Technology Review)

How Google and Apple outflanked governments in the race to build coronavirus apps (Politico)

Viral content: lies, damn lies, and...

The government’s daily briefings on #Covid_19 are "not trustworthy communication of statistics" says Professor Sir David Spiegelhalter (Andrew Marr Show)

Boris Johnson’s Covid-19 threat alert system is a parody of mathematical precision* (New Statesman)

Sir David Norgrove letter to Matt Hancock regarding COVID-19 testing (UKSA)

There’s always a “but”: why Covid-19 statistics never tell the whole story* (Prospect)

The armchair epidemiologists (Office for Statistics Regulation)

Viral content: what's a pirate's favourite epidemiological number?

R: A thread on real-time estimation and false precision... (Adam Kucharski)

The R-number – and the danger of false certainty* (The Spectator)

We should be very wary of the R value (UnHerd)

Viral content: everything else

Understanding the impact of coronavirus on the workforce (ONS)

Coronavirus: record ethnicity on all death certificates to start building a clearer picture (The Conversation)

Want to know how relevant the new government guidance on walking and cycling is to your area? I've got census data and ranked local authorities by public transport to work mode share (Jack Maizels, via Lee)

UK Data for Assessing COVID-19 Activity (CEBM, University of Oxford)

Why we cannot afford to leave technology to the experts – the case for public engagement at times of crisis (Ada Lovelace Institute)

Exclusive: Test data from commercial labs going into ‘black hole’ (HSJ)

Goodhart’s law comes back to haunt the UK’s Covid strategy* (FT)

The pandemic has spawned a new way to study medical records* (The Economist)

Viral misinformation

This Woman Says Her Photos Were Stolen In A Viral Post About The COVID-19 Death Of Her Uncle David. She Doesn’t Have An Uncle David. (BuzzFeed)

‘Conspiracy bingo’: Trans-Atlantic extremists seize on the pandemic (Politico)

Platform announcements

How Government as a Platform is meeting challenges posed by coronavirus (GDS)

Scaling up GOV.UK Verify to help during coronavirus (GDS)

DWP takes centre stage in future of Gov.uk Verify (Computer Weekly)

HM Treasury tells GDS: No further online services can use Gov.uk Verify (Computer Weekly)

Anti-viral content

People, Power and Technology 2020 (Doteveryone)

Launch event video (Doteveryone)

Better Redress for the Digital Age (Doteveryone)

The Online Resolution Service: a prototype of a shared platform for online complaints (Doteveryone)

UK police adopting facial recognition, predictive policing without public consultation (Verdict)

Machine Intelligence Garage Ethics Framework (Digital Catapult)

Facebook is quietly helping to set up a new pro-tech advocacy group to battle Washington* (Washington Post)

Rest of World: Reporting Global Tech Stories

Smart Cities in a time of crisis - London calling with an open data focus (diginomica)

Alphabet Spinoff SIP Aims To ‘Future Proof’ Infrastructure With Tech & $400M Series A (Crunchbase)

Don’t Regulate Artificial Intelligence: Starve It (Scientific American)

Digital transformation in the NHS (NAO)

Using FOI to protect social housing and council property (mySociety)

Opportunities

JOB: Data Journalist (DfT, via Quantum of Sollazzo)

JOB: Beneficial Technology, Analyst (Omidyar Network)

JOB: Help us be bolder using technology for good (Citizens Advice)

JOB: Lead User Researcher (Parliamentary Digital Service)

Call for IRM Local and National Researchers (Open Government Partnership)

GRANT: Next Generation Internet (NGI) Policy-in-Practice Fund (Nesta)

EVENTS: REIMAGINING GOVERNMENT: AN ANZSOG AND CENTRE FOR PUBLIC IMPACT SERIES

EVENT: Public Health Interventions, Data, and Privacy: Countering COVID-19 with Technology and Trust. (The Alan Turing Institute)

And finally...

Viral content

School teacher hilariously marks government’s lockdown chart (The London Economic, via Pritesh)

Things to do while #StayingHome... (Microsoft 365)

DIY hairdressers under covid-19 lockdown tend it like Beckham* (The Economist)

Anti-viral content

Global population density (Alasdair Rae)

State topographic maps (via Randy Olson)

I was bored. (Stephen Bush, via Alice)

Enormouse data (Martin Lewis)

colors.lol

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New Year’s Eve scares me a little bit—I normally try to turn in fairly early, so any time I’m partying past midnight I know I’m going to drink too much. The obviously solution is just to have a little self-control and alternate booze and water, but, despite my best intentions, I have a feeling I will wake up on January 1st with a hangover.

If I can’t keep myself from being hungover, at least I can make sure I have food on hand to nurse myself back to health. To that end, we’ve got 18 hangover-friendly breakfast recipes for New Year’s Day, whether you’re looking for something simple like fried eggs or granola, or a total gut-buster like a croque madame or junk-food migas.

Fried Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

If you’re looking for a simple breakfast, it’s hard to beat a plate of eggs. We have fried egg recipes to suite every taste:sunny-side up (for the ultimate simplicity), over-easy (for perfectly cooked whites every time) or really fried (for crispy edges).

Get the recipe for Crispy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Classic Over-Easy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Sunny-Side Up Fried Eggs »

Scrambled Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Fried eggs aren’t hard, but they take a little more finesse than I’m capable of after the wildest nights out. On the other hand, I can pretty much always muster the strength to make scrambled eggs. As with fried eggs, we have a variety of recipes to choose from—varying the heat of the pan and the amount of stirring can make eggs that are fluffy, slightly soft, or super soft and spoonable.

Get the recipe for Fluffy Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for Soft-Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for French-Style Soft, Spoonable Scrambled Eggs »

Waffle-Iron Hash Browns

[Photograph: Daniel Shumski]

Need something to serve with the eggs? Potatoes are a great way to bulk up your breakfast. You can’t go wrong with perfectly crispy hash browns—we like to use a waffle iron to give them a crunchy exterior and smooth interior. Moisture is the enemy of hash browns, so squeeze as much water out of the shredded potatoes as you possibly can before cooking them.

Get the recipe for Waffle-Iron Hash Browns »

Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches

[Photograph: Daniel Gritzer]

My go-to move when I have a hangover is to make scrambled eggs with an amount of cheese that a more reasonable person might describe as insane. This recipe should give you a good idea of what I’m talking about—it has so much mozzarella that you might confuse it for queso fundido. Making biscuits might sound like too much work, but they only take 15 minutes of active work.

Get the recipe for Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches »

Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If I’m letting a professional cook me breakfast on New Year’s Day, I might go with a plate of traditional migas, but if I’m at home there’s no way I’m going to fry up a batch of homemade tortilla chips. I’ll probably go low-brow and use crumbled Doritos instead, mixing them with scrambled eggs, onions, jalapeños, tomatoes, and plenty of pepper jack cheese.

Get the recipe for Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño »

Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I know a lot of you like to drown your hangovers in eggs and cheese, but I’m sure our vegan readers get drunk, too. This vegan variation on migas is made with silken tofu, which has a similar creaminess to soft-scrambled eggs. We shallow-fry the chips to make them a little easier—they don’t need to be perfectly crisp.

Get the recipe for Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu) »

BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If you’re anticipating being out of commission on New Year’s Day, you might want to consider preparing breakfast ahead of time. Almost all the work for these cinnamon rolls can be done a day in advance—all you have to do when you drag yourself out of bed is throw them in the oven and pipe on the icing when they’re finished baking.

Get the recipe for BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls »

Crisp Homemade Granola

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

After a really debaucherous night my stomach can’t usually handle anything too intense—I’m more likely to be nursing something more mild. One of my top choices is yogurt topped with a homemade granola made with raw pumpkin seeds, almonds, pecans, dried apricots, tart cherries, and blueberries.

Get the recipe for Crisp Homemade Granola »

Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise

[Photograph: Morgan Eisenberg]

If you’re more into gut-busting hangover cures then ignore the rest of our list and go straight for this monstrosity. Enough to scare any hangover into submission, we make this epic brunch burger by serving a crispy smashed patty on an English muffin with bacon, avocado, Colby Jack, a fried egg, and spicy jalapeño Hollandaise.

Get the recipe for Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise »

Rich and Creamy Croques Madames

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

I hope you didn’t actually stop reading, because I’ve got another ultra-rich breakfast for you. The croque madame is a brunch classic made by setting a fried egg atop a croque monsieur, which itself is a rich sandwich made with ham, Dijon mustard, and both grated cheese and a silky Mornay sauce.

Get the recipe for Rich and Creamy Croques Madames »

Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

My not-at-all-expert opinion is that you need carbs to soak up booze, and these tacos have plenty. We make them by stuffing warm corn tortillas with sautéed sweet potatoes, then topping with fried eggs. When you break into the yolk it blends with the hot sauce and crema to make a simple but comforting sauce.

Get the recipe for Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos »

Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Huevos rancheros—fried tortillas, runny fried eggs, and plenty of salsa—is an easy dish that takes only half an hour even if you make our homemade tomato and red chili salsa. It’s totally doable on a hangover, but on New Year’s Day I won’t blame you for making the dish even simpler by using jarred salsa.

Get the recipe for Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa »

Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

There are times for elegant French omelettes and times for hearty American ones, and I think you know which is more appropriate after one too many glasses of sparkling wine. Diner-style omelettes are all about the big, fluffy curds, which you get by being careful not to overwork the eggs. Feel free to stuff the omelette however you want—diced ham and cheddar is always a good choice.

Get the recipe for Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two »

Homemade Egg McMuffin

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I used to live right next door to a McDonald’s, so I ate more Egg McMuffins than I’m proud of. These days, though, if I’m craving those flavors, I’ll make the sandwich myself. There are a couple tricks to keep in mind: Cooking the egg in a Mason jar lid gives it the perfect shape and wrapping the sandwich in foil after assembly melts the cheese and softens the English muffin.

Get the recipe for the Homemade Egg McMuffin »

Sausage Gravy

[Photograph: Joshua Bousel]

Regardless of how much I drink the night before, there are few breakfasts I love as much as creamy sausage gravy. Our recipe is pretty standard—roux, pork sausage, milk—but gives you the option of adding chopped fresh sage and dried red pepper flakes for extra flavor. Don’t forget the biscuits—our two-ingredient recipe is too easy to skip.

Get the recipe for Sausage Gravy »

Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Shakshuka is impressive enough for a fancy brunch but simple enough for a rough morning. The dish is extremely versatile—our version is made with charred onion, red pepper, and chilies; spices like paprika and cumin; and of course tomatoes and eggs. Spoon some of the sauce over the egg whites before covering the pan to help them cook at the same speed as the yolks.

Get the recipe for Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce) »

Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Not everyone is going to want to start the New Year with raw eggs, but this Japanese breakfast dish is rich, comforting, and incredibly easy to make. All you have to do is microwave leftover rice; mix it with a raw egg, soy sauce, salt, and a pinch of MSG; and top with furikake and a raw egg yolk.

Get the recipe for Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg) »

30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Pho is typically eaten for breakfast in Vietnam and chicken soup is a beloved cure-all in the West, so we think that a morning bowl of pho makes perfect sense as a hangover cure. The traditional technique of simmering the soup for hours probably won’t do you much good on New Year’s Day, but with a pressure cooker you can make a totally respectable version in just 30 minutes.

Get the recipe for 30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup) »

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[Photograph: Vicky Wasik, J. Kenji López-Alt]

New Year’s Eve scares me a little bit—I normally try to turn in fairly early, so any time I’m partying past midnight I know I’m going to drink too much. The obviously solution is just to have a little self-control and alternate booze and water, but, despite my best intentions, I have a feeling I will wake up on January 1st with a hangover.

If I can’t keep myself from being hungover, at least I can make sure I have food on hand to nurse myself back to health. To that end, we’ve got 18 hangover-friendly breakfast recipes for New Year’s Day, whether you’re looking for something simple like fried eggs or granola, or a total gut-buster like a croque madame or junk-food migas.

Fried Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

If you’re looking for a simple breakfast, it’s hard to beat a plate of eggs. We have fried egg recipes to suite every taste:sunny-side up (for the ultimate simplicity), over-easy (for perfectly cooked whites every time) or really fried (for crispy edges).

Get the recipe for Crispy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Classic Over-Easy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Sunny-Side Up Fried Eggs »

Scrambled Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Fried eggs aren’t hard, but they take a little more finesse than I’m capable of after the wildest nights out. On the other hand, I can pretty much always muster the strength to make scrambled eggs. As with fried eggs, we have a variety of recipes to choose from—varying the heat of the pan and the amount of stirring can make eggs that are fluffy, slightly soft, or super soft and spoonable.

Get the recipe for Fluffy Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for Soft-Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for French-Style Soft, Spoonable Scrambled Eggs »

Waffle-Iron Hash Browns

[Photograph: Daniel Shumski]

Need something to serve with the eggs? Potatoes are a great way to bulk up your breakfast. You can’t go wrong with perfectly crispy hash browns—we like to use a waffle iron to give them a crunchy exterior and smooth interior. Moisture is the enemy of hash browns, so squeeze as much water out of the shredded potatoes as you possibly can before cooking them.

Get the recipe for Waffle-Iron Hash Browns »

Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches

[Photograph: Daniel Gritzer]

My go-to move when I have a hangover is to make scrambled eggs with an amount of cheese that a more reasonable person might describe as insane. This recipe should give you a good idea of what I’m talking about—it has so much mozzarella that you might confuse it for queso fundido. Making biscuits might sound like too much work, but they only take 15 minutes of active work.

Get the recipe for Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches »

Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If I’m letting a professional cook me breakfast on New Year’s Day, I might go with a plate of traditional migas, but if I’m at home there’s no way I’m going to fry up a batch of homemade tortilla chips. I’ll probably go low-brow and use crumbled Doritos instead, mixing them with scrambled eggs, onions, jalapeños, tomatoes, and plenty of pepper jack cheese.

Get the recipe for Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño »

Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I know a lot of you like to drown your hangovers in eggs and cheese, but I’m sure our vegan readers get drunk, too. This vegan variation on migas is made with silken tofu, which has a similar creaminess to soft-scrambled eggs. We shallow-fry the chips to make them a little easier—they don’t need to be perfectly crisp.

Get the recipe for Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu) »

BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If you’re anticipating being out of commission on New Year’s Day, you might want to consider preparing breakfast ahead of time. Almost all the work for these cinnamon rolls can be done a day in advance—all you have to do when you drag yourself out of bed is throw them in the oven and pipe on the icing when they’re finished baking.

Get the recipe for BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls »

Crisp Homemade Granola

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

After a really debaucherous night my stomach can’t usually handle anything too intense—I’m more likely to be nursing something more mild. One of my top choices is yogurt topped with a homemade granola made with raw pumpkin seeds, almonds, pecans, dried apricots, tart cherries, and blueberries.

Get the recipe for Crisp Homemade Granola »

Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise

[Photograph: Morgan Eisenberg]

If you’re more into gut-busting hangover cures then ignore the rest of our list and go straight for this monstrosity. Enough to scare any hangover into submission, we make this epic brunch burger by serving a crispy smashed patty on an English muffin with bacon, avocado, Colby Jack, a fried egg, and spicy jalapeño Hollandaise.

Get the recipe for Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise »

Rich and Creamy Croques Madames

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

I hope you didn’t actually stop reading, because I’ve got another ultra-rich breakfast for you. The croque madame is a brunch classic made by setting a fried egg atop a croque monsieur, which itself is a rich sandwich made with ham, Dijon mustard, and both grated cheese and a silky Mornay sauce.

Get the recipe for Rich and Creamy Croques Madames »

Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

My not-at-all-expert opinion is that you need carbs to soak up booze, and these tacos have plenty. We make them by stuffing warm corn tortillas with sautéed sweet potatoes, then topping with fried eggs. When you break into the yolk it blends with the hot sauce and crema to make a simple but comforting sauce.

Get the recipe for Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos »

Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Huevos rancheros—fried tortillas, runny fried eggs, and plenty of salsa—is an easy dish that takes only half an hour even if you make our homemade tomato and red chili salsa. It’s totally doable on a hangover, but on New Year’s Day I won’t blame you for making the dish even simpler by using jarred salsa.

Get the recipe for Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa »

Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

There are times for elegant French omelettes and times for hearty American ones, and I think you know which is more appropriate after one too many glasses of sparkling wine. Diner-style omelettes are all about the big, fluffy curds, which you get by being careful not to overwork the eggs. Feel free to stuff the omelette however you want—diced ham and cheddar is always a good choice.

Get the recipe for Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two »

Homemade Egg McMuffin

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I used to live right next door to a McDonald’s, so I ate more Egg McMuffins than I’m proud of. These days, though, if I’m craving those flavors, I’ll make the sandwich myself. There are a couple tricks to keep in mind: Cooking the egg in a Mason jar lid gives it the perfect shape and wrapping the sandwich in foil after assembly melts the cheese and softens the English muffin.

Get the recipe for the Homemade Egg McMuffin »

Sausage Gravy

[Photograph: Joshua Bousel]

Regardless of how much I drink the night before, there are few breakfasts I love as much as creamy sausage gravy. Our recipe is pretty standard—roux, pork sausage, milk—but gives you the option of adding chopped fresh sage and dried red pepper flakes for extra flavor. Don’t forget the biscuits—our two-ingredient recipe is too easy to skip.

Get the recipe for Sausage Gravy »

Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Shakshuka is impressive enough for a fancy brunch but simple enough for a rough morning. The dish is extremely versatile—our version is made with charred onion, red pepper, and chilies; spices like paprika and cumin; and of course tomatoes and eggs. Spoon some of the sauce over the egg whites before covering the pan to help them cook at the same speed as the yolks.

Get the recipe for Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce) »

Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Not everyone is going to want to start the New Year with raw eggs, but this Japanese breakfast dish is rich, comforting, and incredibly easy to make. All you have to do is microwave leftover rice; mix it with a raw egg, soy sauce, salt, and a pinch of MSG; and top with furikake and a raw egg yolk.

Get the recipe for Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg) »

30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Pho is typically eaten for breakfast in Vietnam and chicken soup is a beloved cure-all in the West, so we think that a morning bowl of pho makes perfect sense as a hangover cure. The traditional technique of simmering the soup for hours probably won’t do you much good on New Year’s Day, but with a pressure cooker you can make a totally respectable version in just 30 minutes.

Get the recipe for 30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup) »

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[Photograph: Vicky Wasik, J. Kenji López-Alt]

New Year’s Eve scares me a little bit—I normally try to turn in fairly early, so any time I’m partying past midnight I know I’m going to drink too much. The obviously solution is just to have a little self-control and alternate booze and water, but, despite my best intentions, I have a feeling I will wake up on January 1st with a hangover.

If I can’t keep myself from being hungover, at least I can make sure I have food on hand to nurse myself back to health. To that end, we’ve got 18 hangover-friendly breakfast recipes for New Year’s Day, whether you’re looking for something simple like fried eggs or granola, or a total gut-buster like a croque madame or junk-food migas.

Fried Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

If you’re looking for a simple breakfast, it’s hard to beat a plate of eggs. We have fried egg recipes to suite every taste:sunny-side up (for the ultimate simplicity), over-easy (for perfectly cooked whites every time) or really fried (for crispy edges).

Get the recipe for Crispy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Classic Over-Easy Fried Eggs »

Get the recipe for Sunny-Side Up Fried Eggs »

Scrambled Eggs Your Way

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

Fried eggs aren’t hard, but they take a little more finesse than I’m capable of after the wildest nights out. On the other hand, I can pretty much always muster the strength to make scrambled eggs. As with fried eggs, we have a variety of recipes to choose from—varying the heat of the pan and the amount of stirring can make eggs that are fluffy, slightly soft, or super soft and spoonable.

Get the recipe for Fluffy Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for Soft-Scrambled Eggs »

Get the recipe for French-Style Soft, Spoonable Scrambled Eggs »

Waffle-Iron Hash Browns

[Photograph: Daniel Shumski]

Need something to serve with the eggs? Potatoes are a great way to bulk up your breakfast. You can’t go wrong with perfectly crispy hash browns—we like to use a waffle iron to give them a crunchy exterior and smooth interior. Moisture is the enemy of hash browns, so squeeze as much water out of the shredded potatoes as you possibly can before cooking them.

Get the recipe for Waffle-Iron Hash Browns »

Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches

[Photograph: Daniel Gritzer]

My go-to move when I have a hangover is to make scrambled eggs with an amount of cheese that a more reasonable person might describe as insane. This recipe should give you a good idea of what I’m talking about—it has so much mozzarella that you might confuse it for queso fundido. Making biscuits might sound like too much work, but they only take 15 minutes of active work.

Get the recipe for Scrambled Egg and Cheese Drop-Biscuit Breakfast Sandwiches »

Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If I’m letting a professional cook me breakfast on New Year’s Day, I might go with a plate of traditional migas, but if I’m at home there’s no way I’m going to fry up a batch of homemade tortilla chips. I’ll probably go low-brow and use crumbled Doritos instead, mixing them with scrambled eggs, onions, jalapeños, tomatoes, and plenty of pepper jack cheese.

Get the recipe for Doritos Migas With Pepper Jack, Tomatoes, and Jalapeño »

Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I know a lot of you like to drown your hangovers in eggs and cheese, but I’m sure our vegan readers get drunk, too. This vegan variation on migas is made with silken tofu, which has a similar creaminess to soft-scrambled eggs. We shallow-fry the chips to make them a little easier—they don’t need to be perfectly crisp.

Get the recipe for Vegan Migas (Mexican-Style Fried Tortillas With Tofu) »

BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

If you’re anticipating being out of commission on New Year’s Day, you might want to consider preparing breakfast ahead of time. Almost all the work for these cinnamon rolls can be done a day in advance—all you have to do when you drag yourself out of bed is throw them in the oven and pipe on the icing when they’re finished baking.

Get the recipe for BraveTart: One-Bowl, Overnight Cinnamon Rolls »

Crisp Homemade Granola

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

After a really debaucherous night my stomach can’t usually handle anything too intense—I’m more likely to be nursing something more mild. One of my top choices is yogurt topped with a homemade granola made with raw pumpkin seeds, almonds, pecans, dried apricots, tart cherries, and blueberries.

Get the recipe for Crisp Homemade Granola »

Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise

[Photograph: Morgan Eisenberg]

If you’re more into gut-busting hangover cures then ignore the rest of our list and go straight for this monstrosity. Enough to scare any hangover into submission, we make this epic brunch burger by serving a crispy smashed patty on an English muffin with bacon, avocado, Colby Jack, a fried egg, and spicy jalapeño Hollandaise.

Get the recipe for Ultra-Smashed Brunch Burgers With Quick Jalapeño Hollandaise »

Rich and Creamy Croques Madames

[Photograph: Vicky Wasik]

I hope you didn’t actually stop reading, because I’ve got another ultra-rich breakfast for you. The croque madame is a brunch classic made by setting a fried egg atop a croque monsieur, which itself is a rich sandwich made with ham, Dijon mustard, and both grated cheese and a silky Mornay sauce.

Get the recipe for Rich and Creamy Croques Madames »

Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

My not-at-all-expert opinion is that you need carbs to soak up booze, and these tacos have plenty. We make them by stuffing warm corn tortillas with sautéed sweet potatoes, then topping with fried eggs. When you break into the yolk it blends with the hot sauce and crema to make a simple but comforting sauce.

Get the recipe for Sweet Potato, Sage, and Fried Egg Tacos »

Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Huevos rancheros—fried tortillas, runny fried eggs, and plenty of salsa—is an easy dish that takes only half an hour even if you make our homemade tomato and red chili salsa. It’s totally doable on a hangover, but on New Year’s Day I won’t blame you for making the dish even simpler by using jarred salsa.

Get the recipe for Quick and Easy Huevos Rancheros With Tomato-Chili Salsa »

Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

There are times for elegant French omelettes and times for hearty American ones, and I think you know which is more appropriate after one too many glasses of sparkling wine. Diner-style omelettes are all about the big, fluffy curds, which you get by being careful not to overwork the eggs. Feel free to stuff the omelette however you want—diced ham and cheddar is always a good choice.

Get the recipe for Diner-Style Ham and Cheese Omelette for Two »

Homemade Egg McMuffin

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

I used to live right next door to a McDonald’s, so I ate more Egg McMuffins than I’m proud of. These days, though, if I’m craving those flavors, I’ll make the sandwich myself. There are a couple tricks to keep in mind: Cooking the egg in a Mason jar lid gives it the perfect shape and wrapping the sandwich in foil after assembly melts the cheese and softens the English muffin.

Get the recipe for the Homemade Egg McMuffin »

Sausage Gravy

[Photograph: Joshua Bousel]

Regardless of how much I drink the night before, there are few breakfasts I love as much as creamy sausage gravy. Our recipe is pretty standard—roux, pork sausage, milk—but gives you the option of adding chopped fresh sage and dried red pepper flakes for extra flavor. Don’t forget the biscuits—our two-ingredient recipe is too easy to skip.

Get the recipe for Sausage Gravy »

Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Shakshuka is impressive enough for a fancy brunch but simple enough for a rough morning. The dish is extremely versatile—our version is made with charred onion, red pepper, and chilies; spices like paprika and cumin; and of course tomatoes and eggs. Spoon some of the sauce over the egg whites before covering the pan to help them cook at the same speed as the yolks.

Get the recipe for Shakshuka (North African-Style Poached Eggs in Spicy Tomato Sauce) »

Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Not everyone is going to want to start the New Year with raw eggs, but this Japanese breakfast dish is rich, comforting, and incredibly easy to make. All you have to do is microwave leftover rice; mix it with a raw egg, soy sauce, salt, and a pinch of MSG; and top with furikake and a raw egg yolk.

Get the recipe for Tamago Kake Gohan (Japanese-Style Rice With Egg) »

30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup)

[Photograph: J. Kenji López-Alt]

Pho is typically eaten for breakfast in Vietnam and chicken soup is a beloved cure-all in the West, so we think that a morning bowl of pho makes perfect sense as a hangover cure. The traditional technique of simmering the soup for hours probably won’t do you much good on New Year’s Day, but with a pressure cooker you can make a totally respectable version in just 30 minutes.

Get the recipe for 30-Minute Pressure Cooker Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup) »

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