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treethymes · 2 years

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On the surface, Takahata-san also likes to argue and has a passion to convince others, but he is very different inside. Miya-san has something sweet in him, and in the end, it comes down to (for him) "what's good is good, though it's not logical." In the case of Takahata-san, he is consistent. He is a person of logic. I heard that Yasuo Otsuka-san once said that Takahata-san is walking logic, and I'm logic riding a bike. -laughs-

I guess I should be able to get along with Takahata-san better (than Miya-san), but, film-wise, I sympathize more with what Miya-san makes. I feel that a part of Takahata-san is a bit cold. He is like a person who doesn't get hurt or feel failure fundamentally.

He doesn't say what he wants to say up front like Miya-san does. He looks like a warm guy, but once something happens, he totally changes. It's like he gets a totally different personality. When he denies someone, he denies everything about that person, including their personality. I think of him as a Stalinist. -laughs- Miya-san is a bit like a Trotskyist, but for me, they are both men (ojisan) of 1960s Anpo, having very intimidating tendencies. Especially, it's really something when they intimidate the young staff members. It's totally different from their everyday smiling nature. They get totally different personalities once they are in a project.

In short, in the 1960s way of saying things, if the end is just, the means don't matter. I think that for them, making a movie is still a kind of extension of the union movement. Making strategy, organizing people, and purging traitors-- it's the same. There are agitation and intimidation characteristics to any popular movement. Basically, it's a thorough organizing to carry out the top's will.

I think Studio Ghibli is (like) the Kremlin. -laughs- The real one is long gone, but it's still sitting in the middle of the field in Higashi Koganei. But in a sense, there is a reason for it's existence, meaning, I think it plays a certain role by existing. Just like those steel-like athletes could not be produced other than in the communist countries, a certain kind of people can not be produced by the principals of the market economy.

There should be a type of animator who can be fostered only by Ghibli, where the level of staff is really high, from in-between to painting. So, it can be valued in the sense that it cultured (such staff members) purely, but if you ask me if it's totally right, I'd say I don't think so. I think they should be disbanded immediately. -laughs- I think it would be more meaningful if those who grew up at Ghibli would go outside.

However, there are things that only Ghibli can do, and if it disappears, the tradition would disappear. But that's a relative value, and as for an individual value, I think they should be disbanded immediately. It's the same with the question of whether it got better after the Soviet Union was disbanded, but I think for creative work, anarchy is at least better than freedom under a state power.

It's like Miya-san is the chairman, and Takahata-san is the head of the party, or the president of the Russian Republic. Producer [Toshio] Suzuki is definitely the chief of KGB. But the things that are made and the reality of the organization which makes them are two totally different things. People who think such cohesion is good flock there.

What do other animators think of Ghibli? As far as I know, they basically respect Ghibli. It's half love, and half hate. A general response would be: it's a tremendous place, but I don't want to go there. Because they control you too tightly (at Ghibli). For example, (they tell you) come in at 10 in the morning and go home at 10 in the evening, and you just keep on working for one or two years. At my place, no one comes in till evening, and no one knows who is doing what. And (the project) ends within 8 to 10 months cause I get bored. This is a more common way (of making animation).

I myself have been invited several times, but the biggest reason why I don't want to work at Ghibli is because the control is too tight. -laughs- And there aren't many good food places around Ghibli. I can't tolerate poor eating. Those two are not interested in eating. One instance shows all, they push their ideology, or rather, their constitution to everybody. (They say) it's best if you come into the studio in the morning and go home at night, not because they think so, but because they can't do otherwise.Well, it's (like) the military or a (political) party, and for some, it's a good order, but for some, it's an intolerable fascism. However, it is certain that only by such mountains of tight control, such movies can be made.

A movie director always has a conflict inside of him, between the need to do what he wants to do and how far he can force others to make sacrifices. Because he can't do anything without others' help. Everyone has a different strategy, but I think all these differences come from ideological issues.

Those two aren't moralists. The lack of ethics is common among men in the 1960s. They definitely think that if there is a validity, or a "just cause" (nishiki no mihata), they are allowed to do anything. In a sense, that's the thing I most hate about them, and that's what keeps me from liking them in the end.

For me, it's better if the end and the means match, though it's almost impossible. To cope with the reality, they use intimidation and refuting. I trick (staff members), or in nicer words, I try to find common interests (with staff members). I try to accept certain things even if they are against my will, or I try to think I'll get payback for that sometime later.

Some anime magazines and manga magazines praise Ghibli as the best animation studio in Japan, or in the world, and say such things as it's the conscience of the Japanese anime industry, but that's all a lie. -laughs- Anyone who's been there even once would know that. Well, I'm not going to deny everything (about Ghibli), but if you worship them like that, it will only make people (at Ghibli) miserable. And indeed they are miserable, so I'm hoping they would stop (worshipping them). Someone should criticize them somewhere. Though to do that, you really need forcefulness and resolution.

Mamoru Oshii (May 17, 1995, at Production IG in Kokubunji)

#'someone should criticize them somewhere' that's me... criticizing them here...#mamoru oshii #hayao miyazaki #isao takahata #studio ghibli

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [3] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) i keep forgeting to add that this isnt beta-rread..all of my stories arent so yeah shshs Notes: ah, i feel like this story will be lengthen more than 8-10 chapters shshshs i wanted to add a little spice anyways thanks for all the comments uwu ily all!

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“Y/N-chan!!!”

You cringe in embarrassment as soon as you hear that awfully familiar and cheerful voice, you could barely remember this man and the events that transpired the night before but here he was, acting like your new best friend. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to go here but you needed clarity. Surely you didn’t just legally marry a man at an Izakaya out of all places last night?

“Oh, you actually did marry him.” Gojo Satoru proclaims as soon as you take a seat across him, he gestures around his face, “I could tell by your whole, ‘I hope this guy is messing with me’ face. You have it, signed and sealed. Even got the cute matchy rings that I had one of my assistants delivered.”

You pale at the thought of his assistant coming in with a silver ring. Wasn’t he sober? How could he not have stopped you two from doing something as reckless and stupid as this? Weren’t older men supposed to be more responsible than this?

“Why the hell didn’t you stop us?” You groaned, burying your face in your hands, embarrassment painted all over your features.

“I was just as drunk as you two.” He confessed, scratching his head, “probably even more drunk but anyways back to the topic in hand, I only remembered it when the same assistant came in and congratulated me about it. It’s good I had your number on my phone before you two bailed.”

“So you don’t really remember?”

“Bits and pieces.” Gojo grinned, this guy was a maniac, how did the serious man you met just this morning have friends like this? You probably wouldn’t even last long, “I did call Nanami-”

He’s cut off by the rough sound of someone pulling a chair out, you immediately jump on your seat when you realize it’s Nanami Kento, the guy from this morning. The man you had recklessly married!

“This better be some prank you’re pulling, Satoru.” His voice was anything but kind that you almost wanted to hide behind Gojo’s back.

“Hey, hey.” Gojo raises his hands, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t force you into anything and stop scaring your poor little partner.”

Nanami snaps his gaze towards you and you notice how his eyes soften just a bit when he sees your red ears and your eyes looking away from him, “You better call Geto and fucking fix this, I refuse to bother this young-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, still shy and red, “It’s...fine...I just…Please don’t think I’m burdened by it. It was technically my fault for even agreeing immediately.”

Nanami clenches his jaw and turns away, “Nevertheless. L/N-san’s young. I hope to not be such an uncouth man like you.” he retorts, voice sharp as he eyes the white-haired businessman up and down. Gojo, seemingly used to it, rolls his eyes behind his dark shades.

“Maybe you guys should try it out.”

The blonde man looks like he’s about to smite the white-haired man out of existence yet Satoru remains oblivious to his friend’s gaze, “Don’t ya think so? It will take a while for those divorce papers to settle in so why don’t you two go out and get to know each other? Who knows…” he sing-songs the last part and Nanami is so close to chunking his briefcase towards the tall businessman, not even caring

“Ah, he’s not exactly wrong, Nanami-san.” you try to calm him down, placing a small hand on his broad shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually listening to this idiot’s idea.” Nanami replied, gaze narrowing.

“Not really but you have some problems I can help you out on and I have problems that you can help me out on...Of course, the last say is on you...”

“Told you I actually had a brain.” Satoru piped in.

“Shut up, Satoru.” he quips, then turns to you, “I’m thirteen years older than you, L/N-san. I have two high school kids that could pass off as your siblings, and-”

“Well, I technically did marry you.”

“You were drunk.”

“Doesn’t exactly really excuse it.” You laugh nervously, “The whole divorce process usually lasts up to a few months, some even takes a whole year. I could help you out with the boys and I can use you to ward my family off from moving back home.”

Nanami is quiet for a moment, actually thinking about it. Weighing the pros and the cons, not only would you be able to help him out but you’d also be able to get Gojo and blind-dating out of his back.

There really wasn’t anything he could loose, really.

“Or you two might fall in love.” Satoru teases, making Nanami throw him another side-eye, as if saying ‘I dare you to say another word.’

It’s a Thursday today and Sukuna absolutely loathed Thursdays apparently because it reminded him of Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. They all were far from the weekend Everyone seems to be happier than usual though. Maybe it was because you were there teaching some basic shit at the board or something.

“...and if we transfer this here and change the positive to a negative, you’ll end up having five as your answer.” You smile, placing your chalk down, “Does anyone have any questions?”

Echoes of no’s resonated throughout the room.

“Alright then, let’s end the lesson here so you guys can have an early lunch. I don’t think an assignment is in order since many of you were able to get a perfect score in the activity awhile ago.” You winked. A couple of whoops resonated throughout the whole class right after.

As the kids shuffle out of the room of the class, Sukuna remains behind. The ojisan had cooked them something delicious this morning and he wanted to eat it in peace without that pesky Nobara grabbing a share from his bento and Yuuji’s annoying babbles about horror movies with his best friend Junpei (the only one who was really bearable was Megumi, really)

“Sukuna-kun?” you called out, snapping him out of his small trance, “Are you alright?”

He notices a glint of worry in your eyes, he had to admit since his transfer here last Monday, you were the least annoying teacher in the academy the blue-haired professor in Japanese literature was absolute shit since he loved to tease him a lot and that bald-headed teacher in science who looked a lot like Mike Wazowski was an annoying twerp who loved dawdling in him and Yuuji’s business and you were kind of good at your job. Not only did his idiot of a brother stop coming to him and their ojisan for help in math but he could actually do the worksheets right and get an actual decent grade at it.

“Yeah.” he roughly replies.

“That’s good.” You smiled, he watched as you bind their worksheets together and clip them in utmost delicacy, “You should head to the cafeteria now, I heard they’re serving milk bread today.”

Without saying anything more, you left the room, leaving him there in the silence.

Well, the Christmas tree idiot was right.

You kind of had a motherly aura on you and it didn’t even look forced.

No wonder, everyone in this room was whipped for you despite your subject being a pain in the ass.

“You look like an idiot.” You mumbled as you slapped Mahito’s hand away in annoyance, your workmate wiggling his eyebrows like the little shit he is.

You completely forgot you did have someone like Gojo Satoru in your life and it was one of your co-workers, Mahito, a Japanese literature teacher who was too nosy for his own good.

“You’ve got a ring on your ring finger and a mailman comes in and gives you an invite for Zen’in Toji’s fortieth birthday.” he whistles, “Even Jogo-sensei gossiped by the water cooler awhile ago, saying that you had eloped with the man. Not that I’m judging you or anything...”

You choke on your saliva, clearly thrown off by the backhanded comment. That darn bald-headed fool that looked like the green eyed monster from the DreamWorks cartoon, he sure needed to lay off the gossip and actually focus on his job as the head of the science department, “You’re not denying it.” Mahito stated, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “Why aren’t you denying it?”

“I’m not dating Megumi-kun’s father.” You grumbled, finishing up your paperwork, “That man is off limits.”

“Right,” he drawls on sarcastically, “...because you have a strict rule against dating hot older men with money.”

“I also teach his kids and his cousin…” You deadpan.

“We don’t even have a rule against that.” He retorts, rolling his eyes, “If we did, Hanami-sensei would’ve been fired a long time ago.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re so secretive. If it isn’t Toji Zen’in, who’d ask you out?”

“Hey, I do have a man.” You huffed, “and he’s very kind and considerate...”

The image of the tall and lean man sleeping next to you slowly wormed its way back from your memory and you feel your cheeks start to flush. Good god, what were you? twelve? How embarrassing.

You needed to get that image off of your head, it wasn’t right.

It was all temporary, anyways and he doesn’t even see you in that sort of way-

“Yes, I’m Sukuna and Yuuji Itadori’s guardian…” a very familiar stoic voice could be heard from the nearby table, cutting your thoughts short. Wait, were you so head over heels for the man that you started imagining him here? Yuuji and Sukuna’s guardian? Wait a minute.

All color drained from your face as you snap your head behind you to find the same man you were imagining.

Oh no.

Oh no, indeed.

There stood Nanami Kento in all his glory; crisp suit, stoic face, and eyes laced with mild worry.

“...L/N-sensei is Sukuna-kun’s adviser, by the way. It would be best to discuss this with them.” Akari somberly informed the man, turning to your direction. You don’t miss the shift of expressions when he sees you standing there.

Your mouth parts and you know you look like gawking fish trapped in a small aquarium.

“Akari-sensei’s looking at you with the new hot daddy.” Mahito mumbles next to you, eyeing him up and down, “Definitely wonder where all these old men come from these days.”

You were only half-listening to your co-worker because your head was all over the place, just what were the odds that he was the guardian of the new transferee’s? Just how awkward would everything be? Why did it even have to be at this school out of all places?

Never ending questions pop out of your head as you approached them, “Good afternoon, Nanami-san.” Your smile comes out very stiff and awkward while you hold your hand out for him to shake, clearly there was no memo on how you were suppose to act around your sort-of-fake-husband-whos-kids-you-actually-taught.

Nanami reverts back to his stoic expression as he clears his throat, “Yes, good afternoon to you too, L/N-sensei.” he greets, maintaining a straight-laced tone.

“Akari-sensei says that Sukuna has been quite...rude...in class…” you try to rack your brains up to describe his kid.

“Your son literally pointed out that the history lesson I was teaching was fake and that I should study again so he could get his tuition’s worth.” Akari looks clearly perplexed and ready to throttle the boy if it was legal. You had to admit, Sukuna went overboard with that insult.

You knew how passionate Nitta was about her job and what Sukuna just said to her was like a big ‘fuck you, you suck.’ to her.

“I’ll be sure to talk to him about this,” he sighs, bowing down, “I’d like to ask for forgiveness for that, the boy is a good and smart student-”

“Nanami-san, the school not only cares about grades but character as well.” Akari Nitta sighed, cutting him off, “I’ll let this slide once, if he does that again, it goes on the record.”

You internally bit your cheek, still trying to process everything that was going on.

“I understand. Thank you for that.”

“I’ll walk him out, sensei.” You immediately say soon after, wanting to have some alone time with him, “Let’s go, Nanami-san.”

You walk right next to him silently, some students peerlessly glancing at the tall blonde next to you but you were too immersed in thought to notice the stares, “Nanami-san?” you ask softly as soon as you reach the exit.

Nanami Kento looks at you, his eyes still laced with a bit of worry, “It’s okay.” you silently comforted him, “Just talk to him calmly.”

“That’s not the problem.” he sighed, “I just didn’t expect that the person I married would be the boy’s teacher.”

You sweat drop, “Aren’t you worried about talking to Sukuna? I mean, he literally just disrespected a teacher and you said that he and you weren’t in good-”

“It’s easier to talk to him about that rather than…” he paused, showing his ring, “this.”

You blinked.

Seemed like Nanami knew what to say about the little attitude problem his son had, “So you must be used to this?” you asked, “Him disrespecting the teacher?”

You notice the shift of expressions on his face, you had only known this man for a few days so far but he was starting to get easier to read. His eyes shed more emotion than his face, no wonder he likes wearing those funny sunglasses a lot.

“It’s something I’ve scolded him over a couple of times,” he gruffed, trying to dance around the subject, it seemed like he had such a soft spot to the point where he had a problem with disciplining them, “At times I believe it’s just because he’s way too smart for his age. The boy has read history books for fun when he was a kid and solved quadratic equations to prove that he’s better than me when he was ten.”

“It still doesn’t give him the free pass to say things like that to a teacher”

“I know,” he acknowledged, “I’ll be sure to give him a better scolding-”

“No, you see. This is why he thinks he can get away with it. He isn’t afraid of you. You’ll only probably tell him that you can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms, “You do know that not all sensei’s are as nice as Akari-sensei and he could get in trouble for that even more in the future, right?”

Silence lingered between you two for a moment and suddenly you realize that you must’ve said something way off the rails.

“I..” you turn red, embarrassed by the sudden outburst, “That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You look at him directly in the eye, the worry-filled ones are now replaced with a softer gaze. God, he really needed to stop looking at you like a kid. It would only make this set-up more awkward!

“No,” he mumbles, “It...It wasn't too much…”

“Oh.” you cleared your throat, flustered and looking away from his face, “Well, okay then goodbye then Nanami-sa-”

You needed to get out of this conversation quick.

“Kento.”

Your gaze snaps directly towards him, clearly taken aback by the correction.

“What?”

“We’re technically married now, right?” he softly corrected, “Call me Kento.”

“Oh,” You uttered again, this time softly. You looked down on your shoes, it seemed like the floor looked really interesting now, “Then bye-bye, Kento.”

“Bye Y/N.”

He leaves you standing there, cursing yourself because of your erratic heartbeat at the way he says your name in that voice. First name basis? okay, totally normal for sort-of lovers, right?

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maddogofshimano · 3 years

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Bound in the Chains of Suspicion: Haruka and Hamazaki Board Game Event

Major Y3 and Y4 Spoilers

I was surprised to see these two on an event together! Haruka even gets to be the protagonist here

I was more surprised by how emotionally compromised I got about Hamazaki of all people. I mean, I’ve thought he was a cool character ever since Y4, but man! This is the most important part though: LOOK AT HER

I’ve been busy so self-care was writing things up in more of a summary form than doing line for line translations this time. Apologies for the likely higher number of errors than usual and less polish overall, I got this done with only a few hours to spare before the event ended

I do need to put a big honking Content Warning on this one for attempted sexual assault of a minor, in which a grown man twice demands to see Haruka’s panties and attempts to grab her when she refuses. I’m really not a fan of the writing choice to include this, but I’ve got it in here for completeness’s sake

Summary: Set during the time between Kiryu and Yasuko leaving Hamazaki in Okinawa and Haruka’s call to Kiryu the next day to tell Kiryu that Hamazaki had passed away in the hospital. Haruka grapples with whether or not Hamazaki is a bad person and if he’s trustworthy while attempting to save his life

<After the incident where Hamazaki drifted to Morning Glory from Okinawa Penitentiary No. 2.....> We're starting off with in-game events/dialogue, Hamazaki handing over the blackmail he took from jail and asking for Kiryu's help

Immediate flashback to earlier 3/9/2010, more in game events. The kids have just gotten back from a field trip to the woods. They had fun, and want Kiryu to come along next time. Kiryu tries to introduce Hamazaki, Haruka is not having any of it

She tells Kiryu to shut up and Hamazaki to stay the hell away from everyone. Hamazaki is hurt by this, but fully understands and agrees to keep his distance

Next we have the beach conversation with Kiryu where she asks if he’s going back to Tokyo and that she’s scared

Haruka's usually very polite but she keeps calling Hamazaki あの浜崎って人 which is like, "that Hamazaki guy" lol

Haruka's been told by Ayako that "that Hamazaki guy" has left with Kiryu to go to the police station. She's wondering why that guy is now trying to convince Kiryu not to go to Tokyo....... isn't there going to be a big problem if Kiryu doesn't go? Did Hamazaki tell Kiryu not to go..... for Haruka's sake? There's no way, right? A bad person like him wouldn't do something like that..... She can't trust him, but..... <Haruka flashes back to her yelling at Hamazaki and Hamazaki looking sad> She feels she might have been cruel to him

She thinks that Hamzaki just looked so so sad, so she tells Ayako she's going to head out for a bit and asks her to watch over things while she's gone. She thinks that she still can't trust Hamazaki but that maybe, it's possible he really has changed, and he's not such a bad guy anymore... but she can't be sure! So she's going to talk to him a little more

She shows the cop an photo of Kiryu and asks if he's come this way, as well as a big man with a shaved head and a scary face named Hamazaki. The officer says that they did, but went to help a lady look for her brother instead. He points Haruka in the direction they ran off in. She thanks him and wonders who this woman is, and remembers that Kiryu has a phone so she can just call him. Except she forgot her phone at morning glory...... thankfully there's a pay phone nearby, so she uses that instead. Kiryu isn't picking up though, which is worrying. She's sure Hamazaki must have done something!

She runs around the market with her picture of Kiryu asking people if they've seen him. A store owner says that yeah, he's seen that guy with the scary face, he was here not too long ago, and points her in the right direction. She follows the trail, talking to a homeless man, a younger guy, a tourist lady, and finally hitting a dead end and talking to a goon who says yeah, he's seen those three, but his memory's real fuzzy. Maybe he could remember if Haruka would show him her panties. Haruka is taken aback, he tries to grab her, and Haruka fights him off enough to escape. She hides nearby, and happens across someone bleeding on the ground. It's Hamazaki!

Hamazaki is bleeding badly, and collapses. Haruka thinks that she needs to call an ambulance, and fast, but she hears someone shouting in search of Hamazaki. She knows that if they come this way they'll be out in the open, so she starts dragging him despite him being heavy

the voice was of course coming from everyone's fave, Saito the Prison Warden

He knows that Hamazaki got shot in the torso, so he couldn't have gone far. Haruka wonders why Saito would try to kill Hamazaki. Unfortunately Saito decides that his subordinates are useless and that if he wants anything done he'll have to do it himself

He tells a homeless man that if they spot Hamazaki, Yasuko, and Kiryu he'll give them 100,000 yen, and the offer stands for any other homeless friends that help search. Haruka knows that she needs to get Hamazaki somewhere safe that they can hide, and fast. She thinks about it and remembers that right at the end of this alley there's an empty room that's never used that Taichi told her about. She manages to sneak herself and Hamazaki to the building without being spotted by the patrolling homeless men--but once in the building she finds that there's a homeless man inside. He tries to tell her to go play somewhere else but notices that she's dragging Hamazaki behind her, and starts shouting in hopes of getting the 100k. HARUKA ATTACKS THIS MAN. HARUKA OVERPOWERS THIS MAN. THIS MAN IS STRUGGLING TO GET AWAY AND HARUKA IS TELLING HIM HE CAN'T TELL ANYONE CAUSE THE PEOPLE LOOKING FOR HAMAZAKI NO OJISAN WILL KILL HIM

The man comments that Haruka's hands are shaking. He says he's been there too. When he worked as a day laborer, his hands would shake like that when he was desperately trying to haul heavy things. For the sake of helping an adult she's pushing her tiny body to it's limits... He agrees not to tell anyone, he's not going to be happy with any amount of money at the cost of someone's life. If any other homeless people come by, he's going to spread rumors that Hamazaki is far away from here, so that should help with Haruka's escape Haruka thinks again about calling an ambulance, worried that Hamazaki will bleed out, but still worried that they'll be found before it gets there. She also worries about why she hasn't seen Kiryu, and why Hamazaki was all alone at that building. The guy that shot Hamazaki seems like a cop and a bad person, but she had also thought Hamazaki was a bad person before... He did shoot Hamazaki, but Hamazaki also stabbed Kiryu...

Haruka wonders if maybe telling the cops where Hamazaki is would be the right thing to do. Maybe he's the real bad guy here. In response Hamazaki makes an eloquent argument compared to every previous line which had just been "Ughh gh ughh" and instead goes for "cough cough....!"

He's conscious enough to recognize Haruka as that kid who was at Kiryu's place. Haruka asks if Hamazaki is alright, and where is Kiryu? Is he okay? Hamazaki wheezes out that Kiryu's gone to a bad place, which is about the most ominous way to say things. Haruka panics internally, but unlike many other instances of miscommunication where Hamazaki would pass out right there, he says that Kiryu went with Saejima's sister to Tokyo. Haruka can't believe it. Hamazaki apologizes that he ended up separating Haruka from Kiryu after all.

Hamazaki also says that, despite everything, Kiryu's doing this to keep Haruka safe. Haruka wonders about that and Hamazaki collapses again. Haruka rushes off and calls an ambulance from the closest pay phone. She thinks that, if she trusts what Hamazaki is saying, then Kiryu has something important to do again. But is that really the case? She decides it'll be alright to trust Hamazaki. Before she makes it to the pay phone she's stopped by Saito introduces himself as a prison warden and says he's looking for a very bad man. He's large and has a shaved head, and was seen with a woman in a long coat and a man in a Hawaiian shirt. Haruka says she hasn't seen anyone, and rushes to the phone to call. Saito doesn't seem too convinced. Haruka makes the call and thinks that Saito had a real scary look in his eyes. She's pretty sure he's the bad one here. Once that guy gives up looking, then she can go home

Unfortunately we have the return of the disgusting creep that wants to look at her panties, now telling her that he looked all over for her, and she better not think about trying to run away this time. Haruka tells him to stay back

He says that it's fine if she hates him. In fact, that's even more enticing. She says to let her through, she's in a rush. He says he just wants to see her panties already, and tries to grab her. Another fight, she manages to avoid getting grabbed but he keeps her cornered and says she should stop fighting. He's cut off by a baton to the back of the head by the unlikeliest of heroes, dropping the creep

Haruka now has to consider, is it possible that Saito isn't actually a bad guy? Haruka leaves, and Saito comments to himself that he's going to find Hamazaki.

Haruka rushes back to Hamazaki, who is still lying on the floor going Ughhghghhhhh. She tells him to hold on a little longer, and ambulance is on the way. Hamazaki apologizes, and asks if she's alright. Haruka's confused. Hamazaki says that she scraped her knee on something, didn't she? It was from dragging him, right? She says no, she just fell and scraped it. Haruka's taken aback, even on the verge of death he's concerned about someone else--he really has changed. But... this could all be an act, she has no way to know... should she really be trusting him? There's a voice outside saying that this is where he's hiding. Search everywhere. both: !?

There's no time to hide, Saito is already here. Apparently it's been about 2 hours.

He followed Haruka, knowing she'd lead him right to Hamazaki. He saw the blood on her clothes and had a hunch. Once they talked at that pay phone he was certain she was hiding a half-dead Hamazaki somewhere. Haruka tries to protest but Saito thanks her for her help. It's a good way to thank him for saving her from that creep, right? Either way he only stepped in because he wanted her to lead him to Hamazaki as quickly as possible. Saito decides they've had enough chit-chat and says it's time to cut to the chase: he starts beating on Hamazaki and demanding to know where Kiryu Kazuma and Saejima's sister are

Hamazaki tells Haruka to run. He says that once they realize they can't beat the whereabouts of Kiryu and Saejima Yasuko out of him... they'll start torturing Haruka. He's going to use the last of his strength to stand and knock this guy to the ground, that'll be Haruka's opening to escape. Saito tells them to cut it with the whispering. Hamazaki says that Saito has a real hideous mug, it really makes him laugh, and earns himself another beating. Haruka calls out but Hamazaki cuts her off and says that it's okay to be scared. Hamazaki's dealt with plenty of guys like this. Saito threatens to kill him if he doesn't spit out where Kiryu is already. Hamazaki laughs and says he doesn't know. Saito asks if he needs his memory jogged, pauses, and sees Haruka standing in front of Hamazaki. He asks what she's trying to do. She says this is terrible! She can't let this go any further!!

Saito doesn't care if she's just a kid, he's happy to give her an attitude adjustment. Hamazaki launches himself at Saito to prevent him from beating Haruka, saying that he won't allow Saito to lay a single finger on this child. Saito attacks Hamazaki with intent to kill. Hamazaki can't move anymore after the fight, and Saito keeps hitting until he goes down. Saito declares that he would never die in a place like this, he's the one who's coming out on top. He reels back to strike Hamazaki, shouting for him to die, and........ HARUKA GRABS HIM AND STOPS HIM FROM HITTING HAMAZAKI! He calls her a bitch and tells her to let go of him!

Haruka: I won't let go....! Not ever.....! Hamazaki-san! Run!

Saito: Let go of me you biiiiiiiiiiiiitch! Saito turns to swing at Haruka but is taken down by one giant punch from Hamazaki, who tells him not to get back up. The ambulance finally arrives. Haruka begs him to hold on just a little longer. Hamazaki agrees, and laughs a little. He stopped Saito from laying a finger on her after all. He's glad he was able to protect her. There's on favor he needs to ask of her. Hamazaki: Tell Kiryu...... and Saejima that......... the Tojo Clan... is the only proof they ever walked this earth...... They have to... protect it....... from the police

He then collapses. Haruka begs him to hold on

The doctor tells Haruka that Hamazaki is in bad shape... he might not even make it to the morning.

Haruka thinks back to her yelling at Hamazaki at the orphanage Haruka: I'm sorry, Hamazaki-san..... I... I was cruel to you then... and now I can't even apologize to you for it. I'm sorry....... I'm sorry...... Hamazaki: ......What's.... wrong....... Haruka-..... chan........ Haruka: !? Doctor: Incredible.... he's awake! Haruka: H-Hamazaki-san.... I'm sorry! I... back then when I.... I'm can't apologize enough....... Haruka: Back at Morning Glory.... I didn't trust you.... I said some cruel things that hurt you.... I'm sorry! Haruka: I was certain you were a horrible person back then.... but now.... I don't think that's true.... Haruka: For protecting Uncle Kaz.... for protecting me.... thank you, Hamazaki-san! Hamazaki: Heheh.... thanks, huh? Hamazaki: ......First time.... anyone's ever said that kind of thing.... sincerely to me...... Haruka: Hamazaki-san...... Hamazaki: Heheh.... it's fine........ Since we're.... giving thanks to people..... Hamazaki: Thank you... Haruka-chan.... Right at the very end...... you saved me <Hamazaki collapses> Haruka: .....! H-Hamazaki-saaaaaan!!! <at New Serena, Kiryu gets a phone call> Kiryu: ....Haruka. What's wrong, did something happen?

Haruka: Uncle Kaz... Hamazaki-san..... he just passed away. At the hospital.

Straight from the in-game dialogue, Haruka tells Kiryu that Hamazaki had been shot in the back, leading to his death. He thanks Haruka for being there for him, she says it was no trouble, and that she thinks he died protecting Kiryu. Kiryu agrees. Haruka says she thinks she was wrong about Hamazaki, and passes along his message for Kiryu and Saejima, and lets Kiryu know that his body is currently at Morning Glory. Kiryu says they'll hold a memorial service once he's back <phone call ends> Haruka: .....Uncle Kaz. The Tojo Clan that Hamazaki-san protected... he's left it's protection to you. <END>

Bonus stuff:

as we all know, Haruka has not had enough people literally die in front of her eyes, so time to add Hamazaki to that list!

okay so immediately after Hamazaki wakes up in the hospital there’s this screen which made me break down into nearly crying laughter in the middle of the emotional moment, so I used my editorial authority to move it down here instead

the doctor’s face! why did they do this!!

Anyways here’s all of Haruka’s little blurbs from going around the board

Beach There's a beach in front of Morning Glory. We keep coming back to here to look at the ocean. It's an indispensable spot for all of us.

Morning Glory Our beloved home. When I first came here, I thought it was super spacious, but lately it feels cramped. It must be because everyone has grown up.

Hamazaki-san The guy who stabbed uncle Kaz.... But now, Hamazaki-san gives off a totally different vibe than back then. Is it really okay to trust him....?

Ebisu Pawn The Ryukyu branch of Ebisu. Uncle Kaz goes there every now and then. I have no idea what he's pawning off but... I'd like to help.

People Running Shakedowns Even in Okinawa there are people that will do shakedowns.... I need to tell everyone to keep an eye out before anything happens....!

Ojisan The caretaker of Morning Glory. Honestly, everyone truly thinks of him like their dad. If you tell him something like that however, he will get embarrassed.

Everyone at Morning Glory Everyone here has no parents, but each of them has a bright future ahead of them if they keep working hard. We've all become a real family for each other.

Sailor Outfit For my middle school I have to wear this sailor outfit. At first I would get embarrassed when everyone looked at me.

Mame A resident (pet?) of Morning Glory. Mame is getting bigger, and it's making his daily walks and pacing beforehand a real pain! (TL note: the resident (pet?) is Haruka swapping the counter between for a person and for an animal, which does not really have an english translation lol)

Dragon Mask When Taichi was sick, this was used for a pro wrestling match on the beach. I haven't seen it since then. If I ask nicely, I wonder if it could be used again?

That’s all! Thank you for reading all of this!! I cherish every single tag people leave on these posts when they reblog them

#yakuza #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #Ryu ga Gotoku #Hamazaki #Haruka #Kiryu

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evilsillyputty · 2 years

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Review

Fantasy Bishoujo Juniku Ojisan To

Or: Life with an ordinary guy who reincarnated into a total fantasy knockout

[you know looking at those 2 titles, I don’t think they say the same thing in the respective languages]

Genre: Fantasy isekai (comedic)

Summary/plot: Walking home after a speed dating party (or something like it), our MC who is drunk is complaining about not getting any girls and saying how he may as well be a girl that super cute and that all the guys will fall in love with. While the other MC the sidekick I guess just wants to get him home. Well a god shows up and forcibly yeets them into an isekai. After some complaining the goddess curses them as a threat to save the world. So they begin their journey to defeat the newly reborn demon lord (who isn’t a big problem currently, so props to the gods on keeping on top of it before it became a problem. Most the time the demon lord is already up and doing things, not here). On the way they have to deal with men going head over heels for the MC, the sidekick and MC growing romance… bromance… they think each other hot and don’t like that, meet new people including other people who have been isekaied, and monsters. Oh and the description given of this if you were to look it up says they’re old, they’re not old they are 32. If you say old I think 40s at minimum.

Art Style: It’s good. It’s nothing special, not a unique style or anything, but it is draw well. People, animals, background all good. Otherwise not much to say.

Personal thoughts: The main motivator I had for reviewing this one is that there is an anime being made for it, and I already reviewed the other genderbender isekai being made into an anime so here we are, fair treatment. So, this is an isekai with the twist that the MC gets turned into a girl and now the bromance between him and his best friend is turning into a romance (reluctantly). Straight to point, I like it. It’s full of comedy. Mostly slap-stick, banter, and “well this bad thing happened, and we have to deal with it” kind of humor. Other than the comedy it has some drama relating to the two MCs relationship. It’s the kind of “you’re way better than me and only look down on me” vs “you’re the only other human I actually like, and I am also unable to express my emotions about it” thing. They meet colorful characters along the way, including some other isekaied countrymen. So far, they’ve meet two. I think the characters are pretty well fleshed out. They got those developed and unique personalities, and the interactions between them are great. It’s a lot of one funny/annoying guy and one straight man going on. Which is a dynamic I like. I have no idea if they have an overarching goal currently in mind because it seems like they are just traveling around aimlessly. I think they have short term goals that involve going to a place but outside that I think they just go place and deal with problem that shows up and they get involved with. As is one of the MCs abilities, “troublemaker” the ability to easily get into trouble. Oh yeah, they got levels and a status screen like most isekai. I mentioned earlier that the goddess cursed them so they had to save the word, not curse them to save the world just so they would have the motivation. I don’t know what the curse is. The characters have an idea on what they think it is, but I’m not sure that is correct. I’m hoping it is flat out reveled at one point.

Now for the important question for any isekai. Is this worth being an isekai? Does being an isekai bring anything to the story? Well, sure I guess. The sidekick MC has an ability to conjure a door that leads to the MCs apartment (not back to their world but like a pocket dimension). He also is always wearing a suit and tie. There are more than just them that were summoned. So it piggybacks off of the generic “gods summon people to the world to save it” thing. They are very obvious outsiders wherever they go. Other than that, I don’t think they bring any helpful info from their world to this one.

Characters:

Tachibanta Hinata: Our MC who gets turned into a girl. He was gifted (or cursed) with Peerless Beauty, which makes any men who see her fall in love. Luckily his friend Jinguuji seems to be able to not get caught up in it unless he drops his guard. He’s spent his life as the loner loser guy who can’t get a date. Especially with his overly attractive friend around who seems to draw all the girls to him. So he’s got that complex. As a girl he purposely uses his ability of being cute a couple times, but it always ends with over effectiveness problems. Other than that, he doesn’t really do a lot of the things you’d expect a guy to do when turned into a girl. Those problems just aren’t mentioned. Other than being so cute that guys just craw all over you. He’s the less serious stupider one of the pair who also still acts like a kid. Especially now that he has the body of a young girl.

Jinguuji Tsukasa: The sidekick to the MC, but that doesn’t mean he has any less important of a role. In fact, I may say he is actually more of a main character then Tachibanta. He is the hot guy who gets all of the girls except he doesn’t want any of them. He just wants to spend bro time with his best friend Tachibanta and he’s not gay guys I swear, there is nothing gay about rejecting every girl you see based off the fact they’re a girl and only wanting to spend your life hanging with your best bro I don’t see a single gay thing about that. He’s the straight man in the comedy duo (see “straight man”, straight! Totally not gay) he’s smart, doesn’t take bullshit, quick to using force, and very untrusting to anyone else. He has to deal with trying to not magically fall in love with his best friend now that he’s a girl. He wants to be best bros not husband and wife. I mean he knows Tachibanta has that beauty ability that makes people fall in love with him and if he is going to fall in love he want to do it naturally I mean not at all because that’s gay and he isn’t gay (ok I’m sorry I’ll stop that joke). He just wants to get back to his normal life.

Elf Chieftess (I don’t know her name): After being defeated by our heroes and losing her long hair (a cultural symbol of pride for elves) she goes on a journey to get revenge or something. She shows up now and again. I’m pretty sure she snapped at one point.

Schwarz: Another person isekaied. He is whatever the equivalent an edgelord is but to a hero. He’s impulsive, stupid, and needs to know how strong he actually is. He is the worse traits in a stereotypical hero.

Interrogator (I also don’t know their name): Basically, the same as Jinguuji but mentally stable. As the title suggests they are an interrogator. They take no bullshit and don’t believe outlandish claims off the bat. Fairly strong and competent.

Merchant (either they don’t name these people or I just can’t find them): Shady guy who helps out the MCs for a short while. He defiantly has his eye on Jinguuji.

Other Info: As of 1/4/22 there are 88 chapters out, but they haven’t updated in a while. It may take some time to get through them all so be wary of that.

All in all: I like this manga. It has the comedy style I like. There are fights every few chapters and plenty of gags. If you want something that’s not too stressful and that will make you laugh, give it a go.

#Manga #manga review #Fantasy Bishoujo Juniku Ojisan To #Life with an ordinary guy who reincarnated into a total fantasy knockout #EvilSillyPutty #anime #anime review

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movedkagen · 3 years

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right back at ya, @guroshi !

He’d never been caught before.

Despite his very obvious restriction regarding cursed energy, Toji Zen’in ( ‘Fushiguro’ was a name that would come later ) had never been caught by a person he was pursuing. He moved soundlessly, like a panther in the nocturne jungle, and struck precisely. It was the one reason why despite his lack of ability, calling him weak was a sore mistake. They therefore treated him like he were a curse himself; they loathed him, they were disgusted by him, but they dare not say his name lest he appear in their midst. Toji Zen’in had a tendency to appear like a bad omen. When people caught him, it was only when he wanted them to, and it rarely ever ended well.

It turned out that being the boogeyman paid pretty well; he’d made a living out of that rejection. And maybe, just maybe to a certain extent he felt a sense of vindication whenever he closed in on a sorcerer. Outwardly, thriving off of the disdain was a survival tactic. I’m just not a likable guy, he’d say, usually with a sardonic laugh. But inwardly … sinking his blade into the flesh of someone who he knew thought him worth little more than an animal brought him a slight sick sense of pleasure. The jobs mean nothing to me: truth. But it would be a lie to say that he didn’t like fucking up the order of the food chain just by drawing breath. When his very existence served as a shameful thorn in the side of his family, Toji made sure to do so with an expertise that made it so that even ridicule was too dangerous an acknowledgement. If you’re going to be bad, be the best at it. If he was hopeless as a Zen’in, he would therefore be a source of hopelessness to them in turn.

In nearly all other things, Toji was a man who lived aimlessly; fighting, fucking, food, fortune. Those were the only motives that propelled normal men, and for Toji his motives were no different. So, when his phone rang and revealed the voice of his uncle, Toji nearly hung up. They’d provide him no benefit, after all.

“Toji?” The voice echoes again when his initial greeting doesn’t earn a response.

“Ojisan.” His voice is groggy, but the snide way he calls him uncle is still palpable. “If you’re calling me because my old man finally decided to kick the bucket, save your breath. I’ve no interest in his funeral.”

He can hear the way his uncle grimaces on the receiver. “That’s not why I’ve called. We want you to come to the estate.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“We have a job for you ------”

“Not interested.”

“------ and we will pay.”

Toji paused at that. His family was shit, sure, but they were also swimming in cash. Inversely, looking over his shoulder at the woman he’d been sleeping with in exchange for a bed in January, he couldn’t be any less liquid. “...How much are we talking?”

“Name your price and we’ll negotiate.”

It was the right answer; he knew if he went, strong - arming the amount he wanted would be easy. “I’ll be there in an hour. You waste my time, I walk.” Without waiting for a response, he hangs up and pushes up off the bed, disappearing to shower.

He arrives at the estate feeling tense. He’s got bad memories of this place; being born without an ability meant he’d spent most of his early teenage years serving the family, but looking at the other servants, it could have been worse. I could have been born a woman, he thought, watching with morbid horror as a cousin he barely spoke to struggles to soothe fussing children as her husband glances at her with annoyance without daring to lift a finger to help.

The Zen’in estate was like a sepulchre; opulent and pristine from the outside, but filled nothing but rotting stench and decay internally.

He hides his unease well, despite it all. Bile builds in the back of his throat, but in the room appointed to be their meeting place, Toji stands with a bored expression and seems as though nothing bothers him at all. The door slides open, and he smirks when only his uncle walks through. Typical. His father didn’t show.

“So … what did you do for them to dump this meeting on you? They must not like you these days. Have you fallen out of favor, Ojisan?”

His uncle ignores his comments, taking it as an obvious ploy to provoke him. Instead, he simply sits and folds his arms. “You’re a man who always has his ear to the ground. Have you heard the rumors?”

“You’re going to need to be more specific.”

“About the Gojo clan.”

The mention of the Gojo surname reaches deep into a past Toji barely remembers; not only is this history old, but it’s also near inconsequential. It’s only ever been mentioned in the story of their great victorious ancestor who killed the vengeful spirit that fathered that clan, and how while the Zen’in clan grew in glory, the Gojo clan continued to fall from it. But oddly enough, Toji does recall something he’d heard, which he only remembers because it’s odd to mention the burnt - out family in the first place. “I heard they have a new kid.”

His uncle gracefully pulls out a kiseru and lights it, then puffs on it lazily before continuing. “...The rumor is that he possesses both the limitless and the six eyes technique.”

Toji frowns. The longer he’s here, the less he understands why he’s been called. “Get to the point.”

“It’s been years since you’ve left, Toji, but you surely can’t forget one of the most prolific battles of our family history. The ten shadows shaman versus the limitless many - eyed spirit.”

“Spare me the lecture, old man.”

“We want you to verify the rumor.” Seeing Toji pause, his uncle doesn’t need to wait for him to ask ‘why me?’ before continuing. “Your lack of cursed energy means that if it’s true, you’d be able to get in easily without being noticed. Since the birth of this boy, the family has been in utter seclusion. It’s almost as though they’re trying to hide him from the world.”

For a moment, Toji is silent. But slowly, he chuckles. The chuckle builds until it’s a booming laugh, bordering on a cackle.

“Is this funny to y ------”

“Oh, this is rich! A little kid has you all shitting yourselves, is that it? What’ll happen if the rumors are true? Will you all go sick with grief because you don’t have anyone with the ten shadows ability? Is that it? Are you sure you want to know, old man? After all, if it’s true, then your prolific battle story means dog shit. Unless … you’re asking me to off the kid? Because if that’s the case, I won’t do it. Not because it’s a kid, but because watching a primary schooler ruin your entire dynasty just by being alive is too funny to let pass by.”

Clear irritation is written across his uncle’s expression, but he forgoes an argument. “No one is asking you to kill anyone. We are confident the perfection this family produces is enough to rival one person. The Gojo clan can’t be rebuilt on the shoulders of a single man.”

“------ But?”

“But, that hasn’t stopped them from trying. They’ve managed to weasel their way back into the upper ranks based off of these rumors alone. If they’re a threat to our own influence, we must know.”

Toji waves his hand dismissively. “I don’t care about any of that. How much are you offering?”

“Five million yen.”

“I want twenty.”

“And yet you’ll only get ten.”

Toji pauses. Ten million yen. He would have walked with the five, but to give him this much … they really were uneasy about this, weren’t they? It didn’t matter. These politics didn’t matter to him; it was a job, and it paid well. With ten million yen, he’d never have to sleep at that dingy apartment in Kabukicho again. “...Deal.”

This all brought him back to the beginning point: being caught for the first time. Sneaking into the estate was so easy it was almost comical, and dressed properly, he was easily believed to be a servant himself. The Gojo estate was different from the Zen’in estate. The Zen’in clan was big, lively compared to this place, where he could hear a pebble being kicked across the gravel he walked upon. This place was a graveyard. If the Zen’in estate was like a palace of bones, the Gojo estate was like the temple of a god that had died centuries ago. Big, but brittle. Quiet. Prayed to only by the wind that passed through it, as if out of pity, echoing the hollowness of it all.

But it would seem that god had returned at long last.

He made sure to keep a safe distance behind the boy; he was followed by two men on either side of him at all times, who Toji deduced to be bodyguards. If that was the case, he could only assume the rumors were indeed true. Why else would a child need to be guarded in his own home? As he walks behind him, Toji feels something unpleasant. Pity is too noble a word; but it was like gazing upon a lovely bird in a zoo. Did it know that it was captive, or was it content with the magnificent cage it lived in?

This kid is going to be one hell of a puppet, he thinks.

It is at that moment that the boy stops walking, then turns and looks at him. There’s no mistaking it. His eyes lock with Toji’s, and Toji halts in his tracks. It’s not like him to stop like that, but his body freezes of its own accord. Fighting, fucking, food, fortune. He’d always believed those were the four things that motivated the average man, but he forgot the last motive; maybe because he didn’t remember the last time he felt it, if he’d ever felt it at all before this moment.

Fear.

The boy’s face is pale and listless, nothing like that of a child. His hair and eyelashes are bone - white, and his eyes, large and owl - like, are a crystal clear blue that shimmers in a manner that makes it seem as though his irises swirl, like pools of fate. Toji shouldn’t be able to see that from here, but for some reason distance doesn’t seem to matter between them. He is several feet away from the child, but he sees him as though he’s inches in front of his nose. Curse … sorcerer … those words didn’t suit this boy at all.

This child is a demon.

The child doesn’t blink. The guards beside him seem to keep walking, but the boy also never seems to move from his place. Did he stop time? Did he pull Toji into another dimension entirely? The boy gazes at him with neither curiosity nor contempt; he simply looks at him, looks through him, and Toji feels as though his soul is being stripped bare. There’s no doubt. This boy knows everything; Toji wasn’t a paranoid man in the slightest, but he felt as though this child had known about it all ------ the zen’in’s, the exchange, the ten million yen, the rumors and the eyes on him, and the task to verify it all.

Well?, his eyes seemed to say. Have you seen enough? You have someone waiting for you. Go and tell them.

Toji would never forget that boy again.

He’d never been caught before.

As the knife is pulled from his flesh, Satoru feels the strange, unfamiliar sensation of being unable to support himself enough to stand. Is this what weakness felt like? He falls to the floor, finding himself incapable of processing that this attack even happened in the first place. He watches his blood pool around him ------ strangely enough, he feels no pain. As his vision goes dark, he knows the truth; the shock is preventing him from feeling a thing. Maybe he wasn’t as untouchable as he thought. “Su …” The name is not even half spoken before he falls silent.

He must be dead.

He stands in an expanse that extends forever, an endless void of vantablack that is maddening to look at. Didn’t people get a rush of endorphins before they died? Why, then, did he see a past that only made him miserable? He watches his life flash before his eyes; he sees his own birth. He sees the countless days he spent in his family estate, learning mathematical theory and physical nonsense all because they hoped he would awaken this latent infinity within him. He sees his arrival to Tokyo tech ------ his first time away from the prying eyes of his family. His first time meeting kids who weren’t hand selected to be his friends. The thrilling sensation of being disliked, being a delinquent. Breaking rules and laughing from his chest. It was a fun way to end things, he thought. I just wish I’d gotten to have a lot more of it.

He’s shown the moment of his demise, and Satoru grimaces. Ugh, how uncool. He looks like a deer with its throat in the maw of the wolf; helpless, surprised a second too late. He sees the horror in Suguru’s expression, and he feels just a tinge of guilt. The strongest duo’s broken up. Sorry I couldn’t stay and help you in the end.

He wants to look away ------ really, who wanted to watch themselves die twice? ------ but just as he thinks to, Satoru’s eyes stop on the face of the man who killed him. Why does he look familiar? He looks at his life laid before him, and watches a bright white string extend from this image and go back, back, back into a very peculiar day in his childhood. He sees himself, six years old, turning and locking eyes with him.

No. Not him. This man.

He met him before.

Great, he thought bitterly. So I was more perceptive when I was a first year.

But then, all of the images hit him at once. They condense and slam him with such force that Satoru feels pain all over his body, like the wind has been knocked out of him. He’s drowning in this knowledge ------ this infinity. Maybe that means in the physical world, his lungs are taking their last shallow breaths. The images continue to condense until they make a small orb; the single source of light in this place. Slowly, the orb opens and reveals an iris that reflects his own: too blue to be human, dimly shimmering in a way that makes them seem like a flowing spring. Satoru feels his own gaze turned upon him. His own voice echoes in his ears. Get up, it says. Or are you really that weak? If you can’t get up, you were never strong. You deserve to die here. Satoru’s hand extends towards the orb.

Get up, dickhead.

Satoru wakes up with a gasp, bolting upright with a shock that could wake the dead. And hadn’t it? No … he looks down at himself, and sees the still - warm blood staining his shirt. Satoru realizes in that moment, he never died at all.

Gojo Satoru had touched infinity for the first time.

He stills himself and thinks. Or, more accurately, perceives. He allows those six eyes to see for him. He’d forgotten that so much of his power worked without his effort, if he let it. Riko is dead. Suguru is alive. He’s still bleeding from his leg. And Toji is …

The rest is a blur.

“Yo. Long time no see.” It’s all he can say, when he’s intercepted Toji. Why is he here? The job is done. They failed. There’s no reason for Satoru to come here.

Ah, that was a lie. He was here to kill Toji. Infinity … he’d touched it and seen it; he’d be the strongest, now. No more goofing off, no more avoiding his own holiness. But the thing about being a god is that gods can’t be killed. And if there was someone who could kill him, that person had to fight him. Yes, that would be his true trial of divinity; he and Toji would fight here and now until one of them died, and whoever left standing would be the one truly bound to heaven.

The shock on Toji’s face doesn’t matter to him at all. ... Are you serious?, he says, but Satoru hears it like a dull echo. He’s barely listening to him.

Toji is weak, after all. And he hates weak people.

The shock is enough to make Satoru giddy, however, so he grins and pushes his hair up to show him the healed wound to his head. “Oh, yeah. I’m alive and well.” His eyes are owl - like and large again, though they don’t shimmer like quiet pools. They churn like a riptide, and they focus on Toji with malicious intent.

“A reverse technique,” Toji breathes, more to himself than to anyone else.

“Correct!” Satoru chirps. “I gave up on fighting back when you crushed my throat. I poured my all into perfecting this technique. Cursed energy uses negative energy. It can fortify the body, but it can’t cause regeneration. That’s why it’s necessary to multiply it with more negative energy to create the positive. That’s the reverse technique!” He laughs and his grin widens, and he can tell his elation is too much for Toji to understand. But it can’t be helped ------ this isn’t about Toji. He’s giddy because all along, the secret to reverse technique was math. Simple math, whereas Satoru had mastered complex number theory ages ago. All this time, the ability’s secret had simply flown over his head. If he had known it was just the application of a basic mathematical principle, he could have used reverse technique ten years ago. “The theory is easy enough, but I couldn’t do it at all ... until now. The only person I know who could do it can’t explain for shit, either. But I finally got it when I was on my deathbed … the core of cursed energy.”

Satoru grins and sighs euphorically before continuing on. “You lost because you didn’t cut off my head, and because you didn’t use a cursed tool when you stabbed me in the head.” Doesn’t Toji understand how funny that is?

Apparently not. Toji’s eyes flash all of a sudden. “Lost?” He says, pulling a cursed blade from the throat of his worm of an accessory. “The fight has just begun.”

“------ Huuuuuuuuuuuh?! Ah, yeah, I guess so!” Satoru realizes he’s right; he’d already seen the end of this in infinity, but he supposed he couldn’t say it happened until it did, right? He was getting ahead of himself. It’s not like Toji could see the future. He starts to laugh. “I guess you’re right!”

Toji gives him no time to even finish his sentence. He’s a real warrior, Satoru will give him that. He flies at him with the same beast - like grin from before, only this one is different. They both fight with the full intent to kill, and it’s not a matter of work. It’s a battle for the crown; one that Toji was for better or worse proud to have, and not willing to give up easily. Good. Toji understands.

He slashes at Satoru with terrifying force, but he has evolved since their last fight. The once devastating prowess of the sorcerer - killer is little more than a mild inconvenience to him, now. By the time Toji’s slash reaches the end of its arc, Satoru is in the sky above him, and even more terrifying than when he gave him that maddening smile, he looks upon him with a wide - eyed, barely perceptible grin. Though he’d already reached a new height, it would seem he was evolving again, right before Toji’s eyes. He was fortunate to witness it.

The positive energy that is born from the reverse technique … that energy is channeled into the infinity technique I’ve carved in myself. He understands, now. Reverse rotation technique.

“Red.”

It repels Toji back hundreds of feet, through a building and into the side of the concrete.

One: “The power to stop.” The neutral infinity jutsu. Up until this point, an ability that required vigilance and effort, and why he’d fallen to Toji.

Two: “The power to attract.” The reinforced infinity jujutsu, “blue”.

Three: “The power to repel.” The reverse jujutsu, “red”.

Satoru watches him attach his blade to a chain and create a vortex with it. Toji believes that he can fight this. And why wouldn’t he? Satoru had the power to stop from the start, and Toji circumvented it. The power to attract, he could negate either from afar with the spear, or he could outrun it. The power to repel could be blocked with the spear, so long as he got the timing right.

But Satoru still appears on the rooftop with the same peaceful grin from before, appearing madder than ever. He knows all of Toji’s thoughts already. He knows his heart. He knows that unease is slowly settling into his foe, but that despite that, Toji believes he still has a chance.

“No,” Toji tells himself. “It’ll work.” Satoru knew that Toji would say that. “------ I’ll kill you!”

Satoru knew he’d say that, too.

Time seems to go still, for a moment. Satoru reigns himself in, a sobering clarity coming forward in the midst of it all; he would not be a foolish god, after all.

I’m really sorry, Amanai, he thinks. I’m not angry on your behalf. I don’t hate anyone. All I’m feeling right now … Is the pleasantness of this world.

Satoru grins again, and extends his hands forward. This would be the final blow. “Throughout the heavens and earth, I alone am the honored one.”

Toji whips the bladed chain at Satoru, but it’s less effective than flailing a cotton rope at him, at this point. You don’t understand what’s going to happen yet, he thinks. That’s okay. I saw it in the void. You’re going to die here, Toji. Thank you for sending me into myself. I understand everything, now.

The good thing about jujutsu techniques that have been passed down over generations is that the instructions on their usage are clarified by the predecessors. The bad thing is that the information about the technique can be leaked much more easily.

You’re from one of the three great clans … the Zen’in clan, am I right? Satoru recalls the day he met Toji, all those years ago. The man who came to see him for ten million yen. How could he forget? He’d seen infinity before.

You know about “blue” and “red” … and everything about my infinity, I’ll bet, Satoru thinks. But this … even among the Gojo clan … only a select few know about. When the infinity collides with the forward and reverse�� rotation techniques … this is born. The expulsion of imaginary mass …

And I’m using it to kill you. You should be honored, Toji.

“Imaginary Technique: Purple.”

It is spoken like a final rite; like the decree to end all decrees. The opposing forces converge and destroy everything in their path … Toji, and anything unlucky enough to be behind him.

Satoru fixes that impenetrable gaze on him again. That soul stripping, all - knowing gaze. “I don’t wanna work for free.” ------ you’d usually just have said that and ran away. But the person in front of you is a user of the infinity jutsu, who probably just became the strongest shaman of this generation. You wanted to deny it. To go against it. Against the Zen’in clan that denied you, against the apex of the jujutsu world. In order to reaffirm your identity … you warped your usual self.

You already lost at that point.

“I thought I had discarded that pride …” Toji breaks the silence for them, finishing the thought that Satoru had heard from the depths of Toji’s soul.

Satoru heard every thought leading up to that declaration, but he feels strangely peaceful in the moment. He’d made this prophecy come true; Gojo Satoru emerged victorious, conquering death and the god - killer himself. There would be a new era from now on; for better or for worse, Satoru would be the head of it. “... Do you have any last words?”

“ … Nah.” The look on Toji’s face says he knows that Satoru’s seen everything. But, just in case … “In two or three years, my kid will get sold to the Zen’in clan.” Why was he telling him that? Maybe because he was understanding that if anyone could fuck up the natural order of things, it wasn’t him at all. It has always been this kid. Maybe it was because, in his final moments, he realized that he’d left behind nothing, and given his blessing to the very place that had sculpted his demise. Maybe it was the “regret” those damn shamans never shut up about. Whatever it was, Toji couldn’t bring himself to beg, even on Megumi’s behalf. “... Do whatever you want.”

Before the light left Toji’s eyes, Satoru watched something else die first. What broke then … was the heart. What, did he think he would go and right his wrongs? That he would protect his kid? It seemed his six eyes hadn’t anticipated him doing that. Honestly, what was Toji thinking? It was too late to ask that now, but Satoru only knew one thing for certain.

Satoru would never forget this man again.

#* GOJO » study.#* HOWL » saved.#i have to give u a tag now.#guroshi #* GOJO » rel : guroshi.

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ariadnekurosaki · 4 years

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Like Strawberry, Like Daughter

Prompt: Day 12, Overprotective

Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Rating: G

Read on AO3.

Like Strawberry, Like Daughter

Being a captain of the Gotei 13 generally meant that one was afraid of very few things. After all, it meant mastering one’s zanpakuto, which took years – sometimes centuries – of practice. It meant having expertise in the skills of a Shinigami, like kido and zanjutsu. And it meant being able to command a squad of two hundred men and women, give or take, who were similarly trained.

Very few captains would have admitted to being afraid of one of their number, except perhaps in the case of the late Captain Unohana. For example, Captain Hitsugaya would never admit that he had what was in fact a healthy fear of Captain Zaraki. And similarly, even Captain Kotetsu would never admit how wary she was of Captain Kuchiki.

Captain Byakuya Kuchiki, that was.

Isane Kotetsu was fully willing to admit that the captain of Squad Thirteen was terrifying when she wanted to be. And her husband, who was rumored to be next in line for a captain’s position, was even scarier. After all, he was the man who’d stormed Soul Society at fifteen years old to rescue his future wife, and then saved Soul Society and the World of the Living – twice.

For all that, Rukia and Ichigo were very nice.

Unless you messed with their daughter.

Sumiye Kuchiki had inherited her mother’s coloring, with skin pale like the moon and silky black hair, but her reckless and stubborn nature was absolutely her father’s. And she was in the Central Relief Station.

Again.

“Sumiye-chan, how did this happen?” Hanataro asked calmly as he examined the girl’s arm. Blood seeped through a makeshift bandage that wrapped around her right bicep, and she clearly had a dislocated shoulder. There was another bandage on her left leg.

“We were just practicing,” Sumiye said casually, and poked at her leg.

“Stop that!” Hanataro exclaimed. Then: “Who were you practicing with?”

And do I need to smuggle them out of Soul Society for a few weeks? Isane asked herself as she listened in. Ah – there was the sound she’d been waiting for. She adjusted the haori draped over her shoulders and talked to the entrance of the station. She placed a hand against the doorframe, blocking the way in.

Rukia and Ichigo flickered into being out of shunpo in the courtyard and hurried toward her. “Where is she?” Rukia demanded, and Ichigo spoke almost on top of her, “Who did this?”

Isane sighed. “Captain Kuchiki, Lieutenant Kurosaki. Sumiye-chan is fine. She is being treated by Third Seat Yamada. You are welcome inside, but you must not upset my other patients.”

Rukia just huffed and slipped underneath Isane’s outstretched arm, striding past her toward her daughter. Ichigo’s hands found his hips as Isane gave him a look. “Fine, fine, I’ll be calm,” he promised.

When Isane let her hand down so he could pass, he gave her one of those insolent grins of his and said, “You’re getting better at looking as scary as Captain Unohana was.” Isane, who knew that Ichigo had liked and respected her former captain, just sighed again and followed him inside.

Rukia was already at Sumiye’s bedside, looking her over with a practiced calm that only partially hid her worry.

“She tell you what happened, Hanataro?” Ichigo asked when he reached them a few steps later.

Hanataro glanced up from his hands, which were radiating blue healing kido. “Ah, Captain Kuchiki, Lieutenant Kurosaki. Sumiye-chan told me she was practicing,” he tattled as the girl huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Because that’s what we were doing,” Sumiye huffed. “Aoki-sensei said he thinks I’m close to learning my sword’s name and that if I practice my zanjutsu more often I’m sure to hear it when I’m in jinzen soon.”

Rukia and Ichigo exchanged a look over their daughter’s head. “Sumiye, you’re very young still, why are you rushing to learn your blade’s name?” Rukia asked. “I didn’t learn my zanpakuto’s name until I was decades older than you are now.”

“Renji ojisan said Otousan had his shikai when he was fifteen, and I’m already fourteen,” Sumiye explained. “So I need to practice.”

Ichigo covered his face with one hand. “I’m going to kill him,” he growled as Rukia scowled and her face started to turn red. “And who were you practicing with?”

Hanataro admirably choked back his laughter when Rukia glared at him, and started working on Sumiye’s leg.

“Just some other kid at the Academy,” Sumiye replied dismissively. “He’s a couple years ahead of me, but no one in my year can keep up with me anyway.” She grinned up at her parents. “Che. Don’t make those faces. I’m fine!”

“I need to fix your shoulder now, Sumiye-chan,” Hanataro warned. “It will hurt.”

Sumiye nodded easily, but let her mother hold her hand. Her dad winced at the noise her muscles and bones made as Hanataro manipulated things back into place. “See?” she asked when it was done. “I’m fine. You both worry way too much about me.”

Ichigo dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “We worry because, as you just pointed out, you’re even younger than I was when I became a shinigami.” He grumbled. “I don’t want you chasing around doing stuff like fighting Kenpachi the way I did.”

His daughter grumbled good-naturedly at the kiss and flexed her newly-healed arms. “Can I go now, Yamada-san?” she asked. “I have a kido class in a few minutes.”

Hanataro smiled kindly and ruffled her hair, making her scowl at him. “Alright, go on then. But be careful,” he chided.

“Sumiye!” Rukia’s voice stopped her daughter as she clambered out of the hospital bed and onto her feet.

“Yes, Okaasan?”

“You will not listen to your Ojisan about your Otousan’s exploits again. Lieutenant Abarai didn’t tell you that he nearly died several times when he was fifteen, biting off more than he could chew.”

Their daughter sighed. “Fine. Can I go now? I’m going to be late.”

Rukia waved a hand dismissively and Sumiye sprinted to the door and then disappeared into shunpo.

“Flip you for who gets to beat up Renji,” Ichigo offered when she was gone.

“Or we could tell Byakuya nii-sama that Renji endangered his precious niece,” Rukia suggested.

Ichigo snickered and nodded a goodbye to Hanataro before taking Rukia’s hand in his. “Both?” he offered as they left the relief station.

“Hn. Should we go back and warn Isane?”

“No. Let her be surprised. Maybe Renji will have the guts to ask her out when she’s fussing over his injuries.” At Rukia’s look, Ichigo asked, “What? He’s been mooning over her for a year.”

“Oh, well then. We’ll be doing him a favor.”

#ichiruki #ichirukimonth #irmonth2020 #bleach fanfiction

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call-me-rucy · 3 years

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1 and 3 for the PL ask meme?

Hiya! Thank you so much for asking!! :D

1. Which characters count as part of the Layton family?

Please no one kill me: I consider part of the Layton family those who are called Layton, namely: Roland, Lucille, Hershel, Alfendi and Katrielle.

I don’t count Flora in there cause 1. it’s not Layton’s fault that the Village was set up for a blue prince that certainly wasn’t him, 2. I figure Flora will leave Layton’s place soon enough after UF, get some part time jobs, live her own life.

That being said, in my opinion, both her and Luke remain family friends thoughtout the years and are treated by the Layton children as some sort of uncle and aunt. Seriously, Kat saying “Luke-ojisan” in the anime gives me life and I want the same for Flora.

3. What does Randall do after the events of MM?

...I’ve actually never given this much thought? Hmm, I guess he will stay in Montedore for a bit at least. We are to assume that no one died from the Sand Miracle so I don’t think he will have trouble with law, taking into account that the two most rich and powerful men of the city will protect him.

Idk if he will pursue a career in archaeology. He’ll probably leave that to Layton, right? It’ll still be a hobby, I guess, but not a full time thing. He’s also the kind of person that just won’t stay still so I bet he leaves all the money and accounting to Henry and goes doing some kind of physical job in the city. And also throws puzzles at tourists.

#professor layton #layton #randall ascot #flora reinhold #hershel layton #alfendi layton #katrielle layton

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daeva-agas · 4 years

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Man. I’m so glad manga buying sites actually has an “ojisan” tag, makes it easier for me to rifle through the good stuff. I got this oneshot about a girl who works at her grandparents’ traditional dessert shop/cafe and the yakuza who regularly comes over for pudding :’D

Oneshots... as it turns out, come in varying lengths. This is a super short one, only 30 pages. I’d like to know what this was supposed to be for. A debut? A contest? Like, even some manga contests wants you to make the oneshot about 40-50 pages long. Drat, should’ve known from it’s rather cheap price.

I love wagashi themed manga so that’s why I got it, but man, this one didn’t hit it quite right. YMMV on the dude’s face too, that kind of feral look is sometimes used for actual creepy dudes that you’re NOT supposed to like in manga (especially those sort of eyes with “hanging” pupils). Like... look at this:

Depending on your taste in 2D men, this can be Kind Of Yikes D:

#manga #oyaji

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zeynepbal · 4 years

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I hope life doesnt turn any one into a “japanese ossan”

When you look at the dictionary for the meaning of “ossan” you will see that it means “middle aged man, buddhist priest” but the daily use of word is totally different, at least in Osaka. (Well I learnt it from Osakans)

Normally it is ojisan, which means uncle,old man etc.

So similar to Turkish culture they may call u as oniisan(young man), oneesan(young lady), ojisan(uncle old man), obachan(auntie, older woman) if they dont know you and these words also mean elder brother, elder sister, uncle and aunt. Similar to Turkish culture because many people actually call the people they dont know with these words in Turkey also. However it is a bit rude to call someone with these words in Turkey, at the same time. Well whatever. What I am trying to say is, it was rude to hear that people are calling other people like ojisan, oniisan etc in the beginning for me but I got used to. And one day every men will be ojisan and every women will be an obasan. Nothing is wrong with these but being an OSSAN is sth really bad and I pity these kind of old men. If you re living in japan and if someone warns you about a man as “he is ossan” this means that he is kind a pervert man.

As an example: yesterday I went to a shop and as soon as I entered into a man started shouting like “ooo beautiful beautiful”. I just thought that classical japanese drunken man, without looking at his face and didnt want to make a scene by scolding him. I was trying to put my stuff and getting into conversation with my friends, there. Then that OSSAN said sth which made the owner of the shop really angry. I was like “what happened?” But he wasnt explaining it to me and he kept scolding the ossan. I didnt get the situation but my friends were also angry about what he said. Then the owner of the shop started behaving the ossan guy in a strange way to imply him kindly to leave the shop but he didnt get(or didnt want to understand). After a while they left the shop and 15 mins later while people were telling me what happened, a young man came into shop and started apologizing on behalf of the “OSSAN”.

What had happened was,I entered into the shop and while I was trying to put my stuff into a locker the ossan (who is around 60s?!) shouted like “I will f*ck her”. Since I am not used to japanese slang language I didnt get of course, luckily. Since I would make a scene for sure. The owner of the shop heard it and started scolding the ossan customer. And while I was speaking with my friends the ossan was still trying to get into our conversation and telling some stuff that I didnt get at all and noone wanted to explain it to me more. Then the owner told me to change my place and after that the guy came and sat next to my other girl friend. It was obvious that my girl friend J was irritated by his presence and she turned her back to him and was leaning away from him but he was so stupid to understand or he basically didnt want to understand and started touching her. Well dude, I am Turkish we hug we touch we kiss cheek to cheek all the time, no matter the gender. Men kiss men cheek to cheek they hug, women hug men, men hug women etc. We dont have that “gender discrimination” about these stuff. We greet we hug, we say bye we hug.. ( I think it s a pack coming with Mediterranean breeze because I m turkish, been to italy and greece and all are the same. ) So I dont get irritated easily if opposite sex touches my shoulder etc. Because for me, unless I fall in love with a guy, he is a “sister” for me. So I also wont understand if someone is flirting with me via touching my hand etc. (ok I am a bit stupid actually. This may be my problem :) ) so what I am trying to say is, I wont care if someone touches someone but yesterday EVEN ME was irritated by his touching my friend constantly and told him “dont touch her!” Then the young guy sitting next to ossan got aware that ossan was really disturbing for us.

This is a classical japanese ossan. What they think is sex for 24 hours and they have no manners. They think that they can spread any word they want without thinking if someone will be hurt by those words or not. They will touch you or try to touch you flippantly and they may ask you very strange questions with the encourage that they take from your kindness. Since In my culture it is also important to show respect to elders ( any elder even the ones that you dont know) and you have to be seriously kind to them, I always try to be kind and respectful to old people also. But Once an ojisan turned into an ossan and out of blue he asked me to go to my home together. That day I learnt that “no kindness for ojisans”

Japanese elder men have that switch in their brain thinking that “wow a foreign/or japanese/ woman behaves nice to me so I can f*ck her”

This is a typical ossan. If his behaviors changes abruptly it is totaly okay not to behave them in a nice and kind way because they have no boundaries mostly.

I hope life turns no one into an OSSAN.

#japanese #ossan #eldermen #old #men

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thunder-the-ranger-wolf · 5 years

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Self Preservation Level: Zero (Forging a family ch 2)

It wasn't every day you ran into All Might. Izuku was on the way home after a very irritating day that only got worse when a villain tried to use him as a hiding place. How does that even work?!

He'd been terrified. Not too long ago, some former friends told him to wish for a Quirk in his next life and now it looked like he might get the chance to do that.

A whoosh of air was the last thing Izuku felt before he blacked out, and he hoped desperately that it meant help would arrive.

Forging a Family

"Young man!" A voice that was used to being loud was currently hissing in his ear, and it was enough to break through his thoughts.

If not that, then the fact that someone is slapping him awake.

"Five more minutes, Oji-san. School is over. I get a nap."

"School is indeed over, young man, but this is not the place to nap."

Izuku scrambled blindly to his feet, lurching forward as he tried to steady himself.

"All Might!" He realizes breathlessly. "You're-."

"In the middle of capturing a villain, my boy, for which you have my sincerest apologies. I should have caught this man long before he got to you."

"Wait, no, why apologize?!" Izuku blurted out. "I'm sure you did everything you could!"

"You'd certainly think so, but if you remember anything else, remember that even heroes make mistakes."

"I can't imagine that. You're Number 1! The Symbol of Peace!"

All Might shot him a warm yet amused look.

"My boy, if we had the time I would tell you exactly what I think of hero rankings. But I must get this villain to the police."

All Might was preparing to take off but Izuku had questions! So many questions…

At the last minute, he grabbed onto the hero's shirt and was yanked high into the air by the single greatest leap he'd ever seen.

And it was terrifying. He barely managed to keep his mouth shut, gritting his teeth for fear of choking, but internally he was screaming his head off.

They landed on a roof, All Might having plucked Izuku from his lower side in midair and held him close as one would a baby.

Now, Izuku staggered upright after tumbling head over heels from such an abrupt landing.

"Young man," All Might ground out lowly. "That was dangerous, and it is inappropriate to invade one's personal space. You have a reason for doing so, yes?"

Izuku bobbed his head, struggling to catch his breath.

"Can I be a hero without a Quirk?" He blurted out.

All Might stood frozen at the question and Izuku knew that somehow, he'd gone too far.

Maybe it was because he'd grabbed the man out of nowhere. Maybe it was because he'd impeded All Might's plans for such a stupid, stupid question. Of course you couldn't be a hero without a Quirk, why would you bother-?!

"I should tell you no." All Might began slowly. "I should tell you that there is no making a way in this world without something to back you up. You would have to prove yourself a million times over for even a chance at what others have… but I will not tell you that. Because I am out of time, and have no idea what to say other than I see you going very far in life no matter what you do."

Smoke billowed from the taller man's form as he said those last words. All Might hunched over as he seemed to shrink in on himself, and then collapsed to the ground, coughing viciously.

Izuku narrowed his eyes. All Might was sick?

Izuku only ever heard that terrible cough from one person in his life. His uncle's partner looked American but spoke like he grew up in Japan. He was the oldest of his friend group, and whenever he came over to visit Inko and Izuku, he was fed a variety of strange dishes that Izuku's mother wouldn't normally cook.

"Oji-san…" Izuku whispered to the crumpled man before him. "What happened to you?"

Yagi Toshinori looked miserable as he attempted to respond.

"Nevermind." Izuku determined. "You're coughing up blood. Kaa-san said you shouldn't be doing that even with your stomach issues. Do you have your medicine with you?"

Yagi dipped his head in a nod.

"Pocket below the sludge bottles." He rasped. "I'll take them later."

"You should have something now. You can't say you aren't in pain, after what just happened."

"Transforming takes a lot out of me, yes, but I'm old and injured. Meds won't help me any more than if I took them later."

"You're not that much older than Naoki-ojisan." Izuku snorted. "But if you insist, can I at least escort you to the police station?"

"If you must, my boy."

Izuku wasn't sure how he missed something as obvious as Yagi being All Might. They spoke the same, they were the same ridiculous height, they both had blond hair and eerie blue eyes… the only conclusion he could come to was that he was a fool.

"No one knows what to look for." Yagi offered quietly as if reading his thoughts.

"So when you said you were a secretary at a Hero Agency…"

"Yes, I am my own secretary. It seems weird when I say it aloud, but I like having some measure of control over my life."

"So, why keep being a hero if you know you're injured?"

"Because I am a hypocrite, dear boy. Your mother has insisted that one must know their limits. This is what happens when you surpass those limits and keep going. Eventually, I will be forced into retirement, if I make it that long.”

“Of course you will, Yagi-san.” Izuku said, stopping in front of the older man so that they stared at each other. “You’re one of the smartest men I know. And All Might is an amazing hero. He’s been Number 1 for so long, is it any wonder he would think of retiring?”

“You are a smart one, my boy. Your mother raised you well.”

Izuku dipped his head in acknowledgment and they walked in peace for a while longer.

It wasn’t long enough, though. Up ahead was a large crowd. From the shouting that Izuku could make out and the number of heroes on the scene, someone was in trouble.

Forging a Family

"I got your number from your sister so please don't hang up yet."

"Five minutes."

"I messed up and I need you to yell at me."

"What?"

"You heard me the first time." Yagi ground out.

"Hold on. Have you talked to Naoki about this? Please don't tell me I'm the first person you called-!"

"He's working, I left a voicemail. On top of which I'll see him later today. What kind of fool do you think I am?"

"The last time you had a problem he could have solved you two didn't talk for weeks."

"Because he was being an asshole and invading my privacy. There's a difference."

"There's a… Okay. There's no time to unpack any of that so moving the fuck on."

"So I ran into your nephew today-."

"Huh. I haven't contacted Inko this week at all. How are they?"

"Good, fine. Inko seems happy."

"Well that's always a goal. But you ran into Izuku?"

"He was attacked by this pile of sludge that might have been a person-."

"He what?"

"I handled it… sort of. I captured the villain, Izuku woke up, that would have been that but I just knew something was up with him so I wanted to make sure he got home alright. I go to leave and this little shit decides to grab me at the last minute. I ended up sticking around to make sure he was okay but somehow the sludge pile escapes and kidnaps someone else. One of his classmates. So this kid… God, Shou, this fuckin kid… he tracked the sludge to a crowd that wasn't doing a damn thing and fired the first shot!"

"Wait a minute, he did what?! We're there other heroes on the scene?"

"Newcomers who couldn't think their way out of a paper bag, apparently!" Toshi snarled. "Just standing there and literally letting a youngster die!"

"Not everyone is quick to react. But go on, how'd he do it?"

"Threw his bag at the villain's face and scraped the boy out when All Might did a Detroit Smash."

"All Might did a-? Is he crazy?!"

"No, no. He times the attack perfectly. The kid knew what he was doing and All Might saw an opportunity and went for it. The villain was captured a second time, the kid actually got to go home."

"So what's the problem?"

"His mother recognized me. Didn't say anything, but she knew. And before that…"

"Yes?"

"I-considered-giving-him-my-quirk!"

"Repeat that?"

"I almost told the boy everything right then and there."

"Why?"

"He was so brave, my friend! He acted when no one else was able to! And before, on the way to the police station, he asked if he could be a hero."

Aizawa laughed, a short bark of a thing.

"Literally only that kid would ask his hero without knowing exactly what that means… gods above. But how does that lead to the boy getting your power?"

"I almost told him everything."

"But?"

"I remembered this is Inko's boy. She would flay me alive and have me for dinner if I tried such a thing!"

"Of course."

“So I kept my mouth shut but I seriously considered it. Which is why I need you to yell at me.”

Forging a Family

Naoki was not a happy camper when he got home from work. Nowadays it seemed like he rarely ever was. He never smiled, his jokes fell flat with most crowds, and he had this… knowing air about him. Like he could tell your deepest secrets from a single look. Granted, that wasn't far from his actual Quirk but he required contact to activate it. And it was foresight, not hindsight. The only secrets he would know are the ones that come back to bite you. And even then, he's not one to go looking. That was a lesson he's learned many times over, once at the cost of his livelihood.

It was taking everything he had not to scream as Yagi described the Sludge Incident.

“Just so we’re straight-.”

“We’re not.” Yagi snickered.

“This is no time for jokes! Some days I still can't believe I married such a dork.”

“Well, it certainly wasn’t for my looks.” Yagi deadpanned. “Perhaps for our mutual love of all things All Might.”

"Yagi, what happened out there?!"

"I wasn't on the scene, but I hear there were quite a few heroes trying to determine the best course of action while a young man was held hostage and slowly suffocating."

"They likely did their best. Not everyone can afford to be as quick and reckless."

"You think your former boss reckless?"

"Undoubtedly, but in this case it proved effective. So All Might swooped in and saved the day once more but I'm not seeing a problem."

"Your nephew has seen All Might's civilian form."

Naoki groaned, a deep and frustrated thing that had Toshinori laughing into his arm.

"You seem so burdened by the world's events that it's a winder you get any sleep."

"Some days, I wonder myself. You cannot honestly believe that this is anywhere near alright."

"Midoriya-san knew me already, and though I offered to stick around, she assured me it wasn't necessary. It's not like I intended to reveal such truths to the boy."

"And yet."

"Indeed… Izuku is a smart boy, and he's already got secrets of his own. If anyone had to figure out All Might's civilian form, I'm glad it was him."

"But we are definitely talking to Inko."

"Oh yes, absolutely. If only to make sure she doesn't chop my head off next she sees me."

#forging a family: the aizawa siblings fic #yagi toshinori #midoriya izuku #aizawa naoki #aka sir nighteye #aizawa shouta #nightmight

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meegs-in-tokyo · 5 years

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2019年4月7日（日）：走るのが弱い April 7th, 2019 (Sun): I Suck at Running

Today I woke up and decided to go for a run around the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda-ku. The weather was great and there was a light breeze so it was super 気持ちいい (“kimochi ii,” or lit. a good feeling); the cherry blossoms were also incredibly beautiful! I was extremely slow and a bunch of おじさん (“ojisan,” or uncles/middle-aged/old men) kept passing me, but I tried my best! I will try to keep the running thing up because I really want to become good at it...maybe one day I will be faster than those おじさんs. In total, I slowly ran/walked (probably about half-half) 7 miles (~11.3km). I don’t think I’ll be doing that much every time, but I hope that I’ll eventually be able to run it all without breaks and not at a snail-like pace.

As for school, I will be getting my schedule for the next couple of weeks sorted out; there’s an auditing period for classes where we take various placement tests and also get the opportunity to feel the class out before we officially sign up for it. It’s already been two weeks since I got here and school technically hasn’t started yet...at this point, it kind of feels like it never will lol. Anyway, I’m going to like a million classes next week so I’m going to be super busy...wish me luck!

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ua-monoma · 6 years

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His grandfather’s study smelled as rich as it always did, heady with the smoky smell of oak, vanilla, and cologne, thick and intoxicating as it filled the room, redwood soaking it all in and helping it spread. It was a smell he could now recognize as partially belonging to the bourbon the man kept in his cherished collection, though as a child he had no idea how to place it. There were a lot of things he couldn’t recognize as a child that was changing before his eyes in the last few years, wooly blankets that were ripped away in a flourish to reveal its mediocre truth. There was nothing magical about adulthood, he was learning. Everything that wasn’t painful was just... dull.

Which is why they drank so much, he had to assume, as he watched long fingers skim over bottle after bottle, one filled with something clear, another gold, then clear, then gold, before finally making their selection. Waiting quietly at his place besides it, he watched his grandfather sit at his desk, hands smoothing first over his tie and then along the lapels of his suit before they moved along his hair, slicking down what was already pressed neatly into place.

He spent ages doing that, the type of man who was so content and confident in himself that he spent ages enjoying just that. Himself; his presence and its effect on the air around him. Monoma watched him, trying not to fidget as well as he observed him quietly, waiting.

His grandfather stroked his beard for a long time. "Your grades," he decided on, before reaching for the bourbon and fixing himself a glass.

“They’re getting better,” Monoma said, quick to answer. “I’ve been-- there’s been some distractions, as always. I try and deal with them as best as I can.”

“Yes.” His grandfather was pouring another glass of amber. He watched the ice slosh around noisily, chest fluttering, heart fast. The glass slid over to him, just like he hoped it wouldn’t, before he placed the bottle down. “I’m sure there’s much to discover.”

He took the drink. It was cold against his fingertips. He briefly imagined frost growing, spreading across the surface, leaping onto the desk, clawing its way over the wood. He got so lost in the daydream he forgot to really respond, though it went unnoticed as his grandfather sipped at his drink, glancing at him first then brushing an invisible clump of dirt away second.

“You’re a man now, Neito.” His shoulders hiked, then relaxed at the sound of his name. “And becoming a man means awakening to certain... desires.”

He only tensed again. That’s not exactly the topic he was hoping this would land on. “I suppose so,” he said shortly before bringing his glass to his lips.

His grandfather let out a cheeky laugh as he did the same. “I know so. I remember when I was your age...! The things I got away with.” He winked. “What I still get away with.”

He forced a chuckle, sipped.

“Of course, you’re far more studious than I was at that age. I squandered a lot of my youth on silly things, shallow things. I didn’t have all the opportunities you have.”

His grandfather liked to do that. Remind him of their differences, eyes glinting in that knowledgeable way.

”Or the potential,” he added, still staring, eyes boring gently on him.

Monoma slowly worked down another amber sip.

“If I wasn’t pushed and pushed and pushed... Well.” He shook his head.

“Thank you,” he said uselessly, not knowing what else to say. What did he want to hear...?

“No need to thank me, my boy,” he answered gruffly, though a corner of his lips quirked at the gesture of gratitude. “As you were saying. You were catching me up, ah.” He tapped on his desk. “School. Your grades.” Another tap. “What about your power...? Any improvements to boast about?”

He felt sick. “I would say so.”

“It’s a shame I can’t see it in action.” He shook his head again. “They should allow us to sit in your class sometimes, really see for ourselves what kind of an education you’re getting. A demonstration that doesn’t require violence, that would be useful!” He stroked his beard again. “How would you describe it, hm?”

“Oh, just.” He felt sick. “I’m stronger, I would say.”

“Yes, but in what ways?”

Suffering made one stronger. Everyone knew that. Pain taught lessons. He’d withstood so much. He wasn’t breaking, but he was close. Fragmenting, but still together. Normal. Functioning. How could he explain that? Why did he want to? So many people had hurt him, he felt so weak, he had so much brimming under the surface, so much potential to be powerful, so much desire, so much-

Drinking again, he frowned, then placed the glass down. “There’s a boy in the other class. He was number one in the festival, the one that was on TV.” He took a breath. “I beat him, recently. In a fight.”

His grandfather mulled that over. He never showed his pride in a bright outburst of joy ever, always one to keep it in his chest and let it slowly burn through him. His expression eventually shifted into something a bit more smug as he sat back, self-satisfied. ”Isn’t that something,” he finally said.

“I got detention because of it though,” he continued to report.

“Quite alright,” he answered, waving it off with a big hand. “It happens! They’ve all gotten so strict in those schools. Boys fight each other! Let them! How else will they know about themselves without a good old struggle to find out who’s on top!”

He smiled vaguely. If only he knew.

“Make sure he remembers that, too. Who came out on top.” He’s shifting now, moving to pluck a cigar from a silver box he’d withdrawn from his pocket. “In any working relationship, it’s important to establish dominance. If not in strength, then in spirit. If not in that, then in your senses. Intellect.” He tapped his temple. “Common sense. Rational - logical - sense. You’re smart, I know you know that.”

Monoma nodded. He knew it more because his grandfather liked to repeated it, and his lessons, over and over until he could recite them in his sleep, but he didn’t say that.

“You know,” his grandfather continued, refilling their glasses, though neither of theirs had ever quite emptied entirely. “The only good thing that’s ever come from America is their alcohol. Of course, it’s still no sake, but it makes for a good celebration.”

Another nod. Monoma chewed on his lip as he watched the liquor pour and then he shifted in his chair, smoothing his bangs down where they sat just over his eyes. “Speaking of... celebrations... and, erm... working relationships... I’ve been getting close with a few... people,” he started, almost hesitant. “A few that are very good to know. Big names...”

“Oh?” His grandfather leaned forward, cigar forgotten where it was pinched between his lips. “Tell me more.”

“In the other class. A few of them are already quite famous, almost ridiculously so.” He talked fast, trying not to change his mind. “Names you’d probably recognize.”

"Out with it, boy."

"Todoroki," he blurted. "And Iida."

His grandfather’s eyebrows raised. “Endeavor’s boy...?” he asked and then leaned back again, thoughtful. “And the Ingenium line.”

His heart raced fast, pattering against his chest. He didn’t know why the feeling of betrayal started to coil up and around the base of his spine a little, but it did. “Yes.”

“Very good,” he praised softly. “Those are ones with a guarantee in life. They have a ticket to the top, in solid gold. You understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, ojisan,” he said softly, though his grandfather wasn’t listening, rambling on.

“Those are ones who grew up with a silver spoon welded to the roofs of their mouths. Huh!” He snorted. “Likely haven’t struggled a day in their lives. Souls must have been spoiled rotten from day one. What could they possibly know about life, huh? Looking down on us from their thrones, at all of us having to work hard to get even half of the same. Hah! Why, I--”

Monoma quietly went back to sipping. He can’t stop thinking about fire now. He could taste the smoke in the glass, carefully infused into the flavor of the alcohol he drank. Bourbon mostly just tasted like a mouthful of wet smoke. He imagined it, thick and filling his chest, roiling out of his nostrils. Endeavor must look like a beast when he was angry.

If suffering made one strong, how could he possibly reach the same level Todoroki found himself on...? How could he possibly compete with that much pain...?

His thoughts darkened, the taste on his tongue thick and sour. He didn’t even notice the creak of his grandfather’s chair at first, though it eventually drew his eye to the source, blinking as his grandfather stared expectantly at him, hand splayed on the desk between them.

“What are they like? Up close and in person?” Another lean. “All I know is what I saw on the television.”

“Iida is... hard working, and kind. Very gentle,” he said quickly, as if to make it up to him. “... And Todoroki is an asshole.”

His grandfather barked out a laugh. "Well! Stay close, you hear? There's only one thing you do with men like that." He propped his elbow on the desk and presented his pinky finger, glinting with the rings it adorned. "You do this," he said, twirling a finger from his other hand around it in insistent circles. "You wrap them around and around until you are exactly where you need to be."

He swallowed. "Of course."

“And are you exactly where you need to be...?”

“I’m close...” he forced another laugh, or maybe it dislodged itself naturally from his warming chest. “Who do you think I am...?”

“That’s my boy.” His grandfather smiled.

“As if I’d let those cads get the better of me...!” Monoma continued, spurred on by the way he was being beamed at.

“That’s my boy!” his grandfather crowed, rewarding him with a particularly hard smack of pride on his shoulder. "One day. One day very soon, we’ll have to start getting in the habit of talking business. Real business. Not this dancing around thing we do.” He grinned, a surprisingly wolfish expression “Just because you’re going to become a big-shot hero doesn’t mean you can’t have a hand with the company. It’ll have your name, after all.”

“Yessir...” he mumbled.

“Toppling a few ‘number one’s...” he murmured to himself, expression dreamy in a way he’d never seen, before his eyes snapped to him. “Your hair is getting a little long. You should cut it.” An ironic statement to make, as he literally brushed his own neatly done ponytail from where it sat on his shoulder. “You look more and more like your mother like that.”

“How is she?” Monoma dared to ask.

“Fine,” he replied shortly. “I haven’t seen her. I’ve been busy.”

“Oh.”

“And you?” he asked suddenly. “Have you spoken with her at all?”

“Oh. No.” He frowned. “I’ve been busy.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments. Something in the air dampened.

“... And their power,” his grandfather suddenly said, with a huffing sigh. “Have you taken it?”

Monoma’s mind frantically backtracked through the conversation. Oh. “Todoroki’s, mostly.”

“They call it ‘Hellflame’, you know. Endeavor’s. It’s a dangerous one.” His eyes were glinting again. “Very dangerous in the wrong hands.”

He thought of his nightmare and nodded simply.

“He’s very careful with it, though. Doesn’t have a lot of accidents.” He paused. “His son. He didn’t seem to want to use it much in battle. Seems almost a waste.”

“He uses it now...” he said quietly.

“Good.” He smiled again. “I hope he’s careful with it. He could cause quite the mess otherwise.”

Messes run in his family, he wanted to say. He wanted to tell him everything he’d learned. Everything he’d felt. How heavy it all truly was. How overwhelming. How small he felt. How hard he had to push, only to have every little win feel like the greatest loss. How he’d never been warned all this, despite all the lessons, despite everything his grandfather had warned him about the real world, how much it would all truly cost.

He didn’t say anything. His grandfather finally lit his cigar.

“What an exciting time you’re being raised in,” he softly mused over his silence. ”The last decade or two has gotten so dull. I envy you. If you’re as keen as I know you are, you can feel it. That shift.” He raised a finger, poised in the air. “What I know as a man will become useless soon, if society is truly changing like we all know it is. It’s very exciting,” he repeated. “I can only imagine what happens next. A new system? A revolution? A new world order? Who will lead that change? Who will end up on top?” He laughed out. “Ah, Neito. You’re so close. All you’ll have to do is reach out and touch it, won’t you?”

He shrugged, awkward as he giggled weakly along with him. He wondered if he sounded this insane when he’s similarly carried away. “Hopefully it’ll be that easy.”

His grandfather shook his head. “Of course it won’t. So, you work hard. You work until you get there. And you will. I can feel it in my bones.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Smile settling away, he looked at his watch. “Ah. I’ve kept you late.”

“Ah!” He glanced up at the clock, confirming the late hour for himself. “I don’t mind. I would’ve been up this late anyway.”

“Hm,” his grandfather grunted. “You inherited that from me.” He placed a pair of glasses on, sliding it over the bridge of his nose, only to peer at him above the rim. “Among other things.”

He smiled sheepishly. His grandfather finally looked away to reach for a newspaper, untucking it from where it sat on his desk and opening it up, eyes searching for something Monoma couldn’t guess. “Finish your drink then, and I’ll think of a story to tell.” He paused, seeming to find what he was looking for, and placed it down, eyes twinkling behind the lenses again as he reached for his glass. “There was a woman I was involved with once whose quirk kept contributing to the amount of floods in the area. Now, when I found that out...”

He continued to ramble. Monoma sat and listened, thinking to himself, wondering as he continued to sip. What other awful things had he inherited...? He supposed he’d just have to wait and see.

#[[ hello guys time to officially introduce you to monoma's nasty old sexy bastard of a grandpa BYe ]]#monoma.doc #inheritance.arc #aftermath.arc #alcohol tw #naito

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: daddy’s first day [coward series au] Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, parents au, slice of life au Synopsis: In which Miya Atsumu takes charge of taking care of the kids for a day Warnings: none!

notes; you don’t need to read coward tbh to read this chapter, its just miya atsumu navigating his life as a daddy hshsshs [side stories are updated every friday] read the series here! [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

“...Remember that Youta is allergic to shrimps and Yuuto’s got sensitive skin, I have all the medication in case anything happens and Yuuto has his soap in the bathroom in a separate container, just make sure that the water isn’t too cold nor too hot and remind him to wear sunscreen every two hours.” You explain, placing the last of your valuables in your bag “...I’m also on speed dial and you also have the number of their pediatricians on your number 2 speed dial, I also have the food in the tupperware prepared the night before-”

“Y/N, sweetheart, please calm down. I’m not going to kill our kids when you’re gone for the next nine hours.” he frowns at how distrusting you were towards him. okay, he admitted that he may have hated the boys at first but that was before. They were your kids now, that was totally different! They weren’t some random brats on the street! You should have a little faith in him!

“Atsumu, you almost burned down the house while making scrambled eggs.” You expressed, a glint of amusement on your eyes, “Would you like me to call ‘samu-san or Daiki-san?”

He scoffed at the mention of those two men, after ‘samu found out that he was actually an Uncle of those kids, he suddenly had a one hundred sixty degree change of attitude. Of course, Atsumu was happy that you guys got along and the kids seemed to start warming up to him but it seemed like you trusted ‘samu more these days and that daiki too.

“Alright, just help them with their homework and heat up the food okay? I have everything prepared.” You leaned in to give him a quick peck on the temple before leaving. He watches you leave the house in a hurry for work with a frown on his lips.

Married life with you was easy, you were like a superwoman. A great mom, a great co-worker, even a greater wife. How come he couldn’t be as half as good as you? Like be a cool dad to your kids or something? He couldn’t even cook the damn eggs well and there you were, making some Michelin star cuisine while making your kids happy and content and your work life thriving.

“Oh,” Yuuto’s brow is scrunched together as he exits his shared room with his brother, see, that’s what he gets from the kids, awkwardness and insults (mostly insults,really), “You know ever since you came back, ‘kaasan’s always been busy and hasn’t been spending time with us.”

“Yeah.” Youta yawns, scratching his eyes as he exits the room, “You even make bad food, I think you should just keep playin’ volleyball or something.”

Atsumu feels a tick on his forehead, they were definitely his sons that’s for sure.

“I’m trying here.”

Yuuto stifles as chuckle at his father’s reply, wanting to comfort him, he told him a little fact that their ojisan told him recently, “Sure you are, you’re doing a lot better than okaasan, Daiki-ojisan said okaasan didn’t know how to hold us until we were three or four.” the eight year old grinned.

Atsumu grabs a tupperware from the fridge that’s labelled ‘breakfast’ and proceeds to heat it up on the microwave, “I’m sure that’s a lie. Your okaasan seems to do very well now, it’s hard to imagine her messing up.”

He watches them eat their egg rolls and bacon, time flies quick these days. The boys were already eight years old and were getting more and more into volleyball. Youta exclaimed he wanted to be a pro like him while Yuuto wanted to be like you (although he still played volleyball a lot because he had the competitive streak thanks to his father)

“Can we invite Tobio-ojisan on our birthday?” Yuuto asks while Atsumu rolls his eyes, he can’t believe that this kid still idolized that idiot. He beated him thrice already! (okay, Tobio had beated him five times including high school nationals but still)

“Oh also, Shoyou-ojisan then we can play against them!” Youta grins, mouth stuffed with egg rolls. Atsumu grimaces at him then grabs a napkin to wipe off the rice on the side of his lip, “How are you guys not impressed by me?” their father grumbles.

“You’re our otosan.” Yuuto deadpanned.

“Yeah, we see you everyday.” Youta added.

After helping the kids out in the bath (especially Yuuto since apparently he needed a temp check for the water), he had them do their projects and assignments (you had a long list on what they should accomplish today and one of them was a science planetary object)

The thing is though, he wasn’t very good at that.

He ended up having ‘samu on speaker to help the kids as they choked on their laughter because their otosan still thought that Pluto was a planet.

It also didn’t help when their math assignments came up, oh boy, Youta had a problem with one number and when he tried to explain to Atsumu that there was a new way to solve that and that their sensei had told them to solve it that way, he got pissed, “I don’t know that way! Why would they change math? MATH IS MATH!” He screeches at the notebook as if it had done something wrong to him.

Safe to say, Yuuto had a field day as he watched his otosan frustratingly solve the math problem whilst muttering something about how math was complicated and they didn’t need to change up the equations. Youta, on the other hand, had to calm him down and tell him they could just use the old way to solve the problem.

“...I want pizza.”

“Your mom left us dinner.”

“It says here on the note that you have to bake it in the oven.” Yuuto reads out loud, “ ‘Samu-ojisan says that you shouldn’t touch an oven though.”

Atsumu feels like he’s aging quick because of these two kids, how is it that they were such angels to you but little devils towards him? “...when they’re angels, they’re Y/N’s kids but when they become devils, they’re yours.” ‘Samu jokes.

Ah, he felt his forehead tick on that statement. He had some pretty redeeming qualities that he passed on to his kids like his looks and skills in volleyball!

“Otosan, I don’t think you should put the tupperware in the oven.”

“I know what I’m doing here.”

Clearly, he didn’t. He ended up melting the plastic tupperware and having to call for takeout right after. The three of them looked at the melted tupperware and the food spillage in the oven, “Okaasan really likes those tupperwares.” Youta points out.

“I’ll buy her ten new ones.” Atsumu grimaced at the food in the oven, he should clean that and get rid of all the evidence when you come home in an hour. In fact, he should just buy a new oven because he thinks the smell is permanent there, “Wanna watch a movie before you go to bed? I promise I’ll cover for you.”

“You just don’t want us to tell okaasan that you melted her tupperware.” Yuuto pointed out.

“Pffft…” Atsumu laughs, pretending to shake it off, “I would not.”

“Extra scoop of ice cream on Sunday.”

“Yeah!” Youta echoes.

Atsumu narrows his eyes, “Deal.”

They ended up sprawling on the couch after putting on their pajamas. The kids sip their milk next to him, after seeing Kageyama drinking loads of it, the boys decided that if a big boy like Kageyama Tobio could drink milk, they could to (Osamu crackles because they didn’t seem to listen to Atsumu lecturing them about the benefits of milk) Halfway through the movie, the kids fell asleep and the blonde feels his eyes shut soon after too.

You come in quietly as you notice the quiet chatter of the TV and the figures of your three boys on the couch, all snuggled together. Your heart immediately softens as soon as you see the domestic scene in front of you. Something you probably never could imagine before, your boys. You take a picture before waking your husband up with a light kiss on the jaw, “You look like you had a fun day.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

“I hate math assignments.” was all he could reply.

You silently chuckled as you picked up Youta, “I’ll put the kids to bed, mind running me a bath?”

“Can I join in?” Atsumu suddenly awakened as soon as he heard what you said, a smirk dancing on his lips, “Save water and all that?”

“Are you really going with me in the tub?” You narrowed your eyes, “Last time we did that together, we ended up having two kids.”

“What’s another two more?”

“Miya Atsumu.”

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manju-girl · 7 years

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Letters to You. Pt. 4 (Shigezane x MC x ??????)

Too excited to write this one. this might be a crappy chapter tho but um, here you go dears! @frywen-babbles @honeybeelily @kitty-kat-ty

Letters to You, part four. word count: 2398

One | Two | Three | Four : His Bride

It’s been years since they last saw each other. It was not the reunion she was expecting. The word ‘bride’ had been repeating on her head.

“Inuchiyo? What are you saying?” she chuckled. She tried to keep the atmosphere light, that was not a funny joke to start with, not after they haven’t seen each other for years and he had this sudden unexpected visit to Oshu. “That’s not funny, you know? We haven’t seen each other for years and—“ she was still talking when she was cut off by none other than Masamune. He made her hide behind his back, there he goes again.

“I am Date Masamune, What do you want with my page?” he asked the man coldly.

“Maeda Toshiie. How can I not know the Dokuganryu of Oshu? I’m saying that I’m here to take Akira back, as my bride.”

Screw about making this conversation light, She thought. He’s serious, and so is Lord Masamune.

It felt like the time stopped for them. Especially for Aki and Masamune, who was shocked after hearing what Maeda Toshiie just said. There they stood silently, facing one another. Aki was expressionless, Masamune was the same. But Maeda Toshiie had this earnest look on his face, it’s like he’s waiting for this day for a very long time.

“Your what?” Akira asked. Her expression was changed into a confused and angry ones. She was confused, when did she become anyone’s bride? She did not remember making any promises to him or something that would make her his bride.

“My bride.” Oh dear. He repeated those words again, “Kira… you might not remember this bu—“

“No. I don’t think I really remember, because Inuchiyo what in all hells are you saying?” she tried to tell him calmly, but the rage and confusion in her made those words come out in a harsh way. “I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“Maeda Toshiie.” Masamune finally spoke, a stern look on his face shows that he’s not going to let this conversation continue. “As the lord of the Date Clan and the one she serves, I’ll make things clear for you. Akira is not anyone’s bride, she’s my page. She is a part of the Date Clan, and I don’t remember making any business such as engagement between Maeda and Akira.” There he said it, he’s not going to let this happen. Not when he just popped out of nowhere telling them that he’s going to take Akira as the next Lady Maeda.

Inuchiyo groaned. It felt like they were having a heated battle. Him versus Aki and Masamune. But the determination in getting his childhood friend back did not falter, instead it just made him more fired-up. Inuchiyo had to admit, he liked seeing Date Masamune get so worked up. He won’t give up easily, he has to get Akira back. “You… One-eyed Dragon…” he smirked, with bloodlust and challenge in his eyes, “I won’t give up Akira.”

Masamune narrowed his eye, he knows that Maeda Toshiie was her childhood friend, and the next head of the Maeda Clan. He was challenging him, for Akira’s hand. He gave Inuchiyo a cold look, one that says that he won’t back down either. Even though she can’t love him, Masamune won’t allow a forced marriage to happen—especially when her happiness is at stake.

“And I won’t give her up either.” The challenge was on between the two. Both smirked dangerously, the cold wind and the rustling of the leaves in the dead of the night can be heard.

The tension was heavy between the two, Aki can’t say anything. She still can’t get over the fact that Inuchiyo came to take her back, not as his childhood friend but rather the next Lady Maeda. Her lips were pursed into a thin line while staring at the two men. What should I say? What should I do? I wish ojisan was here.

“MASAAAAA!” they all turned around at the owner of a cheerful voice that’s coming towards them, not too long they saw two—no, three silhouettes emerge from the shadows. Seeing the man who owns that cheerful voice made Akira’s heart beat faster. She unconsciously fixed her hair. Kojuro and Shigezane had been in the forest this whole time. “I thank my lucky stars for this!” Aki mumbled.

“We were on our way to the festival when we saw the vagabond of Maeda,” Kojuro explained briefly.

“Masamune, what happened here?” Shigezane asked, a grin on his face. “Who’s going to be this guy’s bride that got you so jealous?” he added, pointing towards Inuchiyo. However, Masamune only gave him a deadpanned look. He ignored Shigezane’s question before looking towards Inuchiyo once more. “Uh, all we can hear is bride who and bride there.” Shigezane mumbled.

“and how did you know that, Shigezane?” Masamune asked,

Meanwhile, Aki can’t help but stare at Inuchiyo. He sure have grown up to be such a fine man. He now had this manly face and a strong body. It kept her staring at him. But there’s really one question that’s been bugging her since she saw him. Of all the colors of the kimono, why pink?.

Noticing that Aki’s been staring at him, Inuchiyo can’t help but to look back at her. Have they been listening all this time? Inuchiyo looked at Aki. She got what he meant, so she also answered him. “Maybe,” She whispered. “You were going on about bride stuffs nonstop.”

She noticed someone looking at her. A familiar looking man with white hair, wearing a rather fancy kimono. Fancy for a man, atleast for her. The man smiled at her, which she also returned

“Lord Masamune~ it’s been a while,” The tall man wearing a fancy kimono that was with Shigezane and Kojuro went over to Masamune, but before the man can get closer to him, Aki was once again on her feet. Pointing her katana at the white-haired man.

“Whoa, easy there. If it isn’t our lovely Akira” the man grinned. She remembered who this man was, and he smells like sake. Keiji Maeda. The vagabond.

“…Lord Masamune?” she turned to Masamune, expecting his following orders.

“Put your katana down, there’s no need for that.” Masamune ordered. He looked at the two Maeda’s standing before them. “Kojuro.” Kojuro was now by Masamune’s side. “They are Aki’s guests, make sure to give them the hospitality of our Clan.” Masamune ordered.

“Hey, you guys keep on mentioning Aki, where is she anyway?” Shigezane asked, looking around. Kojuro, Masamune, Keiji and Inuchiyo looked at the clueless man. As for Aki, who now scooted closer to Kojuro, has her mouth agape.

“Aniki, can’t Taiyaki recognize me? Why though? Do I really look that strange?” she asked Kojuro. Shigezane was quite rude for not recognizing her.

“Quite the contrary. You look beautiful tonight.” Kojuro said like it was nothing, tousling her hair. “Hey stop that old man, I fixed myself to look presentable for Masamune tonight.” She whispered harshly, Kojuro chuckled lightly, “Look at you. All grown up.” He teased.

“Hey KOJURO WHO’S THAT DOLL BESIDE YOU? MIND TELLING HER NAME?” Shigezane teased knowingly,

“It’s me, dullard.” Aki answered instead. Lightly blushing.

“Aki? Is that really you? I did not recognize you!”

Ouch.

“Akira.” Keiji pointed at her. “The lovely girl wearing the yukata will soon be Maeda Akira.”

Now it was Shigezane’s turn to be surprised. First, because he did not recognize Aki. This might be the first time he ever saw her in a yukata. And she looked beautiful, he can’t seem to bring himself to look away from her. Second, is that she’s Maeda Toshiie’s bride? How? When did that happen?

“Oh, Aki! How come you did not tell us sooner?” He put his hand on her shoulders, grinning widely.

Great. As if I already know that I am someone’s bride.

“Aniki, let’s go home” she begged Kojuro, tugging on his sleeves. “I can’t stay here anymore.” She wanted to hide behind Kojuro. The attention she’s getting was making her uncomfortable. She looked around the place, to find Masamune and Inuchiyo still glaring at each other.

“… Milord Masamune, do you want to go back to the castle?” Aki reluctantly asked.

Masamune finally turned to her. “Aki, Shigezane, show them around the festival. Kojuro, we’ll be going.”

Before she can protest, Masamune and Kojuro were already walking away from them. Leaving her in the hands of three men. One likes sake, another is a fish cake and lastly, a pink dog. She thought,

“Damn,” she muttered, Shigezane noticed her distress. He decided to introduce himself to Maeda Toshiie.

“I’m Date Shigezane, Masamune’s cousin.” He grinned at Inuchiyo. “I’m also Akira’s close friend. Soooo you’re probably Maeda Toshiie?”

“I am, thank you for taking care of Akira.” Inuchiyo briefly answered, suddenly taking Akira’s hand into his.

“WHAt?!”

“We’re going, show me around the festival.”

The four of them ended up spending the festival together. Inuchiyo was making sure that Akira was beside him. However Shigezane also makes sure that Aki was comfortable by also staying by her side. The four of them weren’t talking ever since they left the forest. Keiji was getting bored. He’s been following them around like a dog. He wanted to drink so bad. Luckily, Aki insisted on drinking. The two men are against it, of course. But he understands Aki, she’s overwhelmed. Who wouldn’t be, especially in her place? She was just a page, then one day she finds out that she’s a bride of a certain lord/childhood friend. But there are two things that makes Keiji wonder about the whole situation. First, he can’t help but wonder at the katana by Aki’s obi tie. She’s just a page, but she knows how to handle a katana. Second was, he was going to ask it later.

They ended up in a nearby restaurant, Inuchiyo and Shigezane barely touching their drinks. Those two needs to stay sober. If they can’t. they’ll be a mess. Not to mention that Aki was clumsy when drunk, and we all know how Keiji gets when he gets drunk.

“GAH! WE’RE OUT OF SAKE” Aki said, turning the bottle upside down. “MORE SAKE!” Keiji added.

“Hey you both need to stop. Keiji!” Inuchiyo tried to stop them, but to no avail.

“Hey, Inuchiyo. How did you grow up to be such a fine man?” Aki asked, scooting closer to Inuchiyo, making him blush. She closed her eyes, before asking. “Who would’ve have thought we’d see each other again? AFTER YOU RAN AWAY—DAMN. I thought I’d never see you again, you puppy, gah.” She grasped his kimono and brought his face close to hers. “I ha— ugh. I feel sick,” She mumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I want to ask you something, Inuchiyo.” Her tone of voice changed, from drunk to serious.

“Wh-What is it?” He asked. She finally looked up to meet his eyes. She wants an honest answer, she needs the answer now. “Answer me honestly,”

“Inuchiyo… why…?” her hold on his kimono got tighter. He knows that this day will come, when she asks that question. It wasn’t easy for him. But now he’s ready to answer it all.. “In all of the possible colors, why would you choose the color pink?!”

That… was not the question he was expecting.

“Haaaa, I’ve been meaning to ask the same question too, why color pink?” keiji added.

“You know Keiji, I was curious on as to why your kimono is fancier, look at all the details.” Aki chimed in, she’s now facing Keiji. Inuchiyo looked irritated, “Hey, don’t get too close to Keiji.” Inuchiyo warned, but she did not seem to be listening, she’s too engrossed on the kimono talks.

“Oh, is that right?” Keiji said, looking down at his own kimono. “Oh, yeah you’re right Aki!” the two laughed.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Shigezane quickly pulled Aki away from them. He’s worried for her. Even though these people are Aki’s friends, he can’t help but feel jealous worried.

“Aki. Haha, you need to calm down. You still have to attend Masamune tomorrow, don’t you? Let’s go home.” He said, gently taking the flask away from her.

“Ah, you’re right fish-cake. Should we go home now?” Aki said. “Or not? Which one?” She teased.

“Are you two lovers?” Keiji asked out of nowhere. “It’s just because of the way you look at each other.” Inuchiyo glared at Keiji, Aki and Shigezane almost choked, they looked at each other. Both a blushing mess.

“What?” she answered, there’s no way. “We’re not. That would be the laaaaaassstttt thing that may happen. Fish-bread here… is a taken guy already. And what are you talking about the way we look at each other?” she pouted, her face makes her look like she’d cry anytime. “You’re drunk Keiji…for seeing things.” She grabbed Inuchiyo’s flask, drinking its contents clumsily.

“You don’t really have to say it that way, Akira.” Shigezane said, feigning the pained look on his face. “I’m hurt.”

“Hurt? Come one fish-cake.” I’m the one who’s hurt here. “Inuchiyo! Drink some! A flask or two won’t hurt!” she said, pouring some sake into Inuchiyo’s flask before thrusting it towards him.

“No… I don’t think I should,” Inuchiyo said, “I have to stay sober for Keiji.”

Keiji kept on observing the three, he came into one conclusion: it’s that these three are in a love triangle. What an interesting trio, he thought, and since he’s drunk and wants to have fun, he grabbed the nearest person to him—which is Aki.

“Say, Aki. I didn’t say my proper greetings, did I?” Keiji put his hand on the back of her neck, before pulling her face close to him. Keiji’s action alarmed the two men, they both know how Keiji is when he’s drunk. “Shall I do it then?”

He’s bringing his face close to hers. Aki was too shocked to move, she just stared at him. Is he going to--

“DON’T YOU DARE, KEIJI!” Inuchiyo shouted,while Shigezane tried to pull Keiji away from her. both were determined to stop the kiss. But then—

“Mmph?!”

It felt like time stopped for the two, when a surprisingly soft pair of lips kissed Keiji.

#date shigezane #Katakura Kojuro #date masamune #slbp fanfic #maeda keiji #maeda toshiie

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