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Mystery Club - Chapter Two - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Series

Summary: Returning to your hometown five years after leaving everything behind, including your best friend, is no easy feat. Getting involved in a secret club wasn't in the plans either. Or the one based on Life is Strange.

Warnings: (+18) high school au, best friends to lovers, mild/heavy angst mentions with happy happing, use of legal substances (alcohol, marijuana), violence, verbal aggression, explicit language, smut, triggers regarding sexual assault, mentions of death, grieving, hints of depression and anxiety, panic attacks, a lot of domesticity.

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Chapter Two - Messy Room, Stitches and Pot

Once your heart seemed to stop beating so quickly, you allowed yourself to think about what had just happened.

Clint Barton had revealed in the worst possible way that your first friend at the Institute was a transgender boy, and you were in danger of being arrested or receiving a lawsuit because you broke his nose.

"Stop thinking about it." That's the first thing Wanda says to you in the car. She doesn't have to take her gaze off the road to feel your latent anxiety. "Barton is too much of a sexist to admit to the cops that he got beat up by a girl. He won't press charges against you."

You nod, trying to swallow the panic away. Wanda sighs lightly, letting go of the steering wheel only to remove her jacket. She continues driving then, in the most casualness in the world as if you weren't having a little homosexual breakdown with every glance you risked at her pretty everything.

"All it took was one fancy school for you to come back, huh, Rogers?"

You blink at the teasing, and then turn away from the girl you can barely recognize now - with her dark makeup, and ear piercings - onto the road.

With your silence, Wanda mutters again.

"Couldn't even show up at my brother's memorial, but for a fancy school..."

"Don't talk like that." You retorted with a loud sigh. Wanda chuckles wryly, leaning an arm on the window. "I wanted to be here."

"But you weren't." She retorts without looking at you. "You know who was? Remember that kid in elementary school who tied everyone's shoes at recess? Even he was there, Y/N. He wore black jeans and offered me his condolences. Even him. But not you."

You swallowed dryly, feeling tears forming in your eyes. Instead of crying, you cleared your throat.

"I was in England when my father called me." You recount. "Because of the time difference, he waited until it was daylight for us to call my dad. And when I finally heard, it was too late to come to the memorial."

Wanda sighs, absorbing your words for a moment. She turns a corner toward the city, and comments with the greatest calm on the planet:

"You could have come at any time, and it would have meant the same thing. But you just want to use empty excuses like the freaking time zone? Fuck you, Y/N."

"Why are you talking as if I haven't tried to contact you at all? I sent you postcards!" You recruit almost indignantly. Wanda laughs dryly.

"I wanted you!" She shouts back, and you widen your eyes slightly. But the girl sighs loudly, steering the car to the roadside. With the vehicle stopped, she leaves her hands on the steering wheel. "You were my best friend. And my brother died and I didn't want a stupid letter, I wanted you. Okay?"

You hug your knees, looking forward too.

"Yeah, I know the feeling."

Wanda chuckles humorlessly, shaking her head. "Come on, it's not the same-"

"And why not, Wanda?" You cut her off irritated. "Because we knew my father was going to die?"

"Well, at least you could prepare yourself-"

"Oh my God, fuck you!" You curse angrily, but to your surprise, Wanda stares at you for half a second before she starts to laugh. Real laughter, like putting your hand on your stomach and crying. You stare at her in pure confusion. "W-what... Are you having a stroke or something?"

Once she can breathe normally, she wipes away the tears of laughter and comments:

"I think this is the first time in my life I've ever heard you swear. You've always been such a slabak. So adorable." She was clearly teasing you in Sokovian dialect by her easy smile, and you grunted indignantly, pinching her in the ribs even though you didn't know what it meant. Wanda just laughed, jumping slightly away from your hands before starting the car again.

She drove for a few minutes before touching the subject again.

"Just for the record, we're even." She declares, and you sigh, leaning part of your body on the door.

"No, I agree with you." You say, surprising her and causing her to look away from the road for a moment to you. "I should have taken the first plane and come to you as soon as I heard. Just like I shouldn't have stayed hidden in the dorm for a month when I still know your address. I'm sorry, Wanda."

She swallows dryly but nods in almost grateful thanks, and you turn your attention back to the road.

A moment later, Wanda clears her throat.

"And I'm sorry about Tony." She says sincerely. "He must have put up a pretty good fight."

You smile sadly, hugging one knee again to support your chin. "Yeah, he was the best. But after a while, his heart couldn't take much more. When the time was coming, we grew closer. I left Dad and Peggy and went to live with him in New York."

"Only a few hours away." Wanda muttered almost bitterly. You sighed.

"I was taking care of my sick father, Wanda. I apologize for not making social visits." You retort but she chuckles short, shaking her head.

"Relax, we've already established that you're not a good friend." She teases, and you roll your eyes, turning sulky. Your grimace makes her smile, so she reaches out her arm to tickle you until you laugh against your will.

She follows the giggle for a second, but looks away suddenly, swallowing dryly. You understand. To be back at once, making her laugh in her father’s old truck is too much.

Wanda grows quiet, trapped in her own thoughts like you, and in order not to let the silence grow in the car, she puts on some low music.

Suddenly, between one verse and another of a rock song that the Wanda of five years ago probably wouldn't listen to, she speaks.

"I never read your letter."

You shift in your seat, leaning your back on the door.

"Why not?"

She sighs, shrugging. "I had a little moment after the funeral. And it was pretty bad." She counters with a humorless laugh. "I kind of burned half his stuff."

"Shit, Wanda."

"Yeah, it sucks." She retorted sadly. "I was just seeing red, and all those people who never cared before were there and I was suffocating. I just grabbed the invitations and all the letters and took them to his room. Pick up some kerosene from Dad's garage and started dousing things. I would have burned the whole house down if my Aunt Raven hadn't noticed I was gone."

You reached out for her forearm on the steering wheel, and Wanda allows you to intertwine your hands together on the seat.

"I'm really sorry Wanda." You whispered to her, and the brunette gives a gentle squeeze before letting go.

You pretend not to notice her wiping the tears from her eyes, busying yourself with feeling your bruised hand. With the first grumble of complaint, Wanda says, "I'll take you back to my place, get that cleaned up. Then we can get something to eat, what do you think?"

"That's fine with me."

Wanda offers a small smile before turning up the music.

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"Stop you are gonna kill him!"

Ice water hits you in the face. You take a deep breath and another. Pushing away the flashes of the fight until they are too far away in your head for you to pay attention, and within seconds, Wanda Maximoff's bathroom is back in the focus of your vision.

Your own reflection stares back at you. Your face has drops of water that you have just thrown on it, intending to wipe off Clint's blood that has dried on your chin. Your shirt has a few splashes on it and when you threatened to have a panic attack in the doorway, Wanda led you into the bathroom so that you could clean yourself up.

She dashed off to get a blouse for you, and you remembered the fight.

"Here, milashka." Wanda appears again in the doorway with a dark T-shirt. She leans her shoulder against the doorframe and waits for you to dry your face.

Your hands shake a little, but neither of you says anything about it.

"You're talking a lot of Sokovian now." It's not a reprimand, just an observation. And it makes Wanda smile briefly, and look down at her own feet after she hands you the shirt.

Actually, she is giving you space to change - she even turns her body to look at the door and not you - But you wouldn't really mind. Besides being Wanda, you're used to changing in front of dozens of girls.

"It's a nice way to feel close to home." That's the only explanation she gives you, and it's enough for you. "Besides this, I know chicks love it."

You laugh through your nose, almost indignant. Wanda looks at you to offer you a smug smile, but her expression cracks because you are just wearing a bra. There is a half-second pause, where you two just stare at each other with faces on fire before she quietly clears her throat and faces the door again.

In record time, you have Wanda's T-shirt on - which pushes her delicious perfume into your sense all at once and almost makes you stumble. You grab your dirty blouse, and Wanda reaches out.

"I'll put that in to wash. Go to my room, the first aid kit is under my bed." She guides, and you can only nod in agreement because you can hardly believe everything that is happening all at once.

On the way to Wanda's room, which you know as well as the back of your hand, you notice that the Maximoff residence has hardly changed at all. The small Jewish sanctuary still has the same place the corner table, the pictures weren't moved. What breaks your heart is the extra urn of ashes next to Natalya's.

You go up the stairs and turn right and Wanda's door is the first thing that has changed. It was new, for one thing. It didn't match the rest of the untouched decor of the residence. It was black, had marks of use and a large place for 'Private', plus a dozen stickers.

You weren't surprised that the room reflected this new Wanda. You looked around, absorbing every detail with curiosity, desperate to meet this version of her that you were not around to see appear.

Wanda had a large radio in her room now. And hundreds of posters covering almost any empty space on the walls. And the place was really messy. The study table was full of books scattered about, a notebook with adhesives on it somewhere, and dirty mugs piling up. There were energy drink cans on the floor, lost CDs, and all sorts of things. You saw at least three kinds of leather jackets lying around as well as other clothes on the carpet.

You chuckle to yourself when you thought that was exactly the environment that would make Steve Rogers have a minor breakdown. But it didn't matter to you. In fact, you were almost too excited to be a part of Wanda's life again. To be allowed in her room, testifying to her rage, sadness, grief, and love reflected in the mess of her room.

You notice that Wanda has refurbished the vast majority of the things she had - The photo wall got iron decorations and a starry background. She got new light fixtures too and had the same table now painted brown. You approached it, slid your fingers through some papers, and were amazed to find dozens of transit tickets.

Of course, Wanda was also an angry driver, you chuckled to yourself again. She should probably look so cute swearing in traffic.

You drag yourself to her bed, sitting up with a tired sigh. Now that your blood has cooled, your hand is aching badly as are the rest of your muscles, barely accustomed to physical activity after so many gym classes you skipped.

Your ankle hits a metal box under the bed, and you lean down, imagining it to be that first aid kit Wanda mentioned. But it isn't.

The object makes you smile because you know it - It's a jewelry box that you presented to Wanda in the first grade. She was the only girl you knew who had so many rings, and you wanted her to store them safely. You asked Peggy what kind of thing you could give to someone who already had everything like Wanda, and your stepmother suggested that you make something.

It was your father Tony who helped you craft this one in the workshop at his home. It was simple, but it had art on the front that was you and Wanda dressed as superheroes.

Time and use had worn off the item quite a bit, but you easily recognized your name and Wanda's written in gold underneath.

Opening the item in your lap with a little difficulty because of your injured hand, you examined the items for a moment. You wrinkled your nose at the condoms, your mind immediately thinking of Wanda and the faceless guy, but smiled at the small pile of polaroid photos stored there.

The vast majority were with Pietro. Lost moments of the naughty Maximoff twins, and some even had you in them. They were from Charles's old camera, you remember him taking pictures around the house.

And then, you frown. There are one, and then two and three, pictures in sequence of a face you didn't expect to see there.

Natasha lying on Wanda's bed, hiding a giggle between her hands. In the second, she raises her middle finger to the camera, but is still smiling and appears to be in the kitchen. In the third, she is sleeping on the collarbone of a girl who you know is Wanda because you know those dots on her shoulders. In the fourth, Natasha bites her lips, her fingers pulling her bra down-

"Dude, have you ever heard of privacy?" Wanda rips all the items off your lap at once, and you practically jump in fright, cringing like a child who's been caught up in something. She throws the pictures back inside, closes the box, and takes it to the back of the closet, slamming the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry." You say embarrassed. Wanda stares at the empty door, panting in anger before taking a deep breath and leaning her forehead against the wood for a moment.

She says nothing when she turns to you again, nor when she bends down to pick up the medical kit at the other end of the bed.

She sits down next to you cross-legged, the kit in the middle of them, and waits for you to do the same. Once you face her, she says, "Give me your hand."

It's a little strange. To have her hold your hand without saying anything, just busying yourself with counting her freckles while she frowns softly, concentrating on her task.

One particular movement makes you complain in pain, and Wanda meekly shushes you, a smile playing on her lips.

"What happened, Y/N?" Her question has you in a bit of shock because only now do you really understand that Wanda, your former best friend from 5 years ago, went years without seeing you and suddenly found you beating up a boy in the middle of a parking lot. And she didn't ask any questions until now, she simply took you away from the scene before you got into trouble.

You cleared your throat. "He was being a jerk."

Wanda laughs short. "Of course he was, he's Clint Barton." She replies smugly, sliding a cotton pad over your bruise. You complain again, and she sighs. "Blya, detka, I'm going to need to do a stitch."

You widen your eyes, but Wanda looks at you so meekly that she doesn't even have to stroke your wrist as she does to reassure you.

But when she takes the needle, you shudder. Wanda shushes you again, hands busy with the thread.

"That's a terrible idea, I should see a doctor-"

She chuckles softly. "Don't be ridiculous, I know what I'm doing." She assures, gently patting your forearm so that you return your hand to her lap. "Don't move, though, or I might sew your thumb to your index finger..."

"Idiot." You grumble but she chuckles and so do you.

It's painful, but it's pretty quick and Wanda is right, she knows what she's doing. You smile a little impressed as you watch.

"Where did you learn that?" You whisper and Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the task to answer you.

"From a friend, actually." She answers, a smile playing on her lips. "Her father was in the military, and he taught her all that kind of survival stuff. She even knew how to hunt."

You giggle shyly. "She seems nice."

Wanda hums in agreement, finishing the stitching. She puts the needle and the rest of the thread away to get bandages.

"If your hand looks like this, I can hardly imagine what Barton's face feels like." Wanda comments almost proudly, but it makes your stomach sink. You look away, and she notices your change of posture immediately. With a sigh, she comments, "If he deserved it, there's no reason to feel bad about it. And knowing Clint, he definitely did."

"I don't like fights, Wanda, you know that." You retort without looking at her, but she stares at you.

She knows of course. She knew about the conditions of your adoption, how you were taken from a violent home before you went to live with Tony and Steve, and she also knows how they started fighting a few years later until the divorce. And how much you hate fighting, and yelling, and all your painful memories with that sort of thing. Wanda knows because it's been 5 years and she remembers every detail of you as if you never left her life in the first place.

The brunette lingers too long thinking about it, because you speak again, with eyes full of tears that you hide from her:

"I don't want to be like this, Wanda. But I always end up in trouble, so maybe that's who I really am. Exactly like them." You are talking about your biological parents, and Wanda realizes that yes, she still hates it when you cry.

"You are nothing like them, Y/N...."

"I'm not?" You retorted in defiance, looking back at her. "Didn't I abandon you like they did me? Didn't I just smash the face of a boy I barely know?"

Wanda sighs impatiently, capping the kit and tossing it aside. She is all over you then, hugging you tight and nearly knocking you off the bed.

"You are many things, dorogoya, but you are not a bad person." She whispers in your ear, and you are too shocked to react. Wanda lets go, to look you in the eye. "You're smart and stubborn, and a total dork, but you're not a bad person. You're stupidly brave, and that's why you didn't hesitate to punch Clint Barton in the middle of that ugly face of his when he said something mean to you."

You gave a tired laugh, staring back at her. "You know my rage counselor wouldn't call that courage, but rather management issues right?"

Wanda shrugged. "She knows shit then."

You smile, nudging Wanda's shoulder affectionately before putting more distance between you. Before, she was too close for you to think straight. And you need to think straight, or you'll start noticing stupid things, like the shade of green in her eyes.

Wanda's mattress was soft on your back when you lay down. She bit her lips at the very sight of you like that, but you were busy staring at the ceiling.

"Do you think there's any chance Maria Hill will rat me out?"

Wanda blinked out of her own dirty thoughts, clearing her throat and grabbing the kit to put it away.

"I'd say there's a 50 percent chance." She murmurs making you chuckle.

"Thanks, that's very reassuring." You retort sarcastically, but Wanda grinned, throwing the closed kit under the bed before standing up.

"Even if she does rat you out, it's going to be your word against hers. Or rather, our word against hers." Wanda says, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, surprise on your face that Wanda would do that for you.

She, on the other hand, had a bit of a moment. She sees you, dressed in her T-shirt, on her bed, with your stupidly cute face in a position that could have so many meanings if she allowed herself to imagine it, and all she can do is stumble back a couple of steps, and stutter:

"I need to smoke." Her statement accompanies the hidden question of 'you don't mind, do you?' through hesitation, or at least that's what you understand when you see Wanda go to the table and take from a hidden compartment at the bottom a carton of cigarettes. She sits down in the armchair in the bedroom and takes one out, and you immediately realize that they are not cigarettes.

You laugh. "I can't believe you turned into a stoner, Maximoff."

You tease, getting a chuckle. Wanda leans back in her chair and takes a long drag. She clearly has experience; she doesn't cough at all.

With the smoke in her lungs, her brain calming down and relaxing, she stares at you. And you stare back.

"Is that too hardcore for Captain Rogers' good little girl?"

Unlike of what Wanda expected, you find her teasing amusing. Adjusting yourself against her pillows to be seated, you retort:

"It's funny you say that actually. He's the one with whom I got high with the first time."

Wanda coughs, in surprise and disbelief. You chuckle again, twisting your fingers together in your lap. She takes another drag, eyebrows arched for you to continue the story. You lick your lips at the pause.

"Yeah, I had this really crappy panic attack a few days after Tony's funeral. That moment when I really understood that he was gone." You recount, swallowing dryly. "Dad and Peggy were super mature and supportive during the whole thing, and it must have been about three in the morning and I still hadn't been able to fall asleep. I was on the roof, and my dad climbed out the window. He had found Tony's weed in the packing boxes and told me that instead of throwing it away, he thought we should use it in honor of him."

"Holy shit." Wanda mutters impressed. You lose your train of thought for half a second because when Wanda smokes, her voice gets raspy and the sound chills your spine in a delicious way. "It's almost impossible to imagine the Captain straitlaced doing something like that. And with you?"

"Oh, it doesn't have to stay just in your imagination, Maximoff."

You bite back a smile, pulling away from the pillows to crawl across the mattress to the armchair where Wanda is sitting on the bed.

She handles very well hiding the way her heart misses three beats at once.

You reach out your hand to hers, taking the joint between your fingers. You rest yourself on your knees as you bring the cigar to your lips and take a small but dramatic puff - exposing your neck as you blow upward - and it's enough to make Wanda's mouth go dry.

When you face her back, your pupils are dilating, and your face warms softly at the intense gaze you are receiving. You let out a shy laugh.

"Is that proof enough that my story is true?" You tease, and Wanda opens her mouth to speak but hears noises outside the room.

Everything is fast from there - Wanda taking the cigarette and throwing it out the window, then shaking the smell away. She shoving you into her closet, and the lost exchange of justifications of punishment and rules.

You blink and are looking between the gap in the closet door opening.

"Wanda open this door now!" Shouts the male voice from outside.

She grunts in annoyance but obeys. " Dude, I was changing, what's your problem?" She questions, but is practically pushed out of the way.

You swallow dryly. There is Dean Charles Xavier, looking much more intimidating than he does at the institute.

"Are you using drugs in my house again?" He questions angrily, looking around.

Wanda huffs impatiently, crossing her arms. "Of course not!"

Charles doesn't seem to believe it much. "Look at the mess this room is in! You can't in the least keep things clean-"

"Do you need something or are you just here to mind my business, Xavier?" Wanda interrupts and Charles gasps indignantly. He runs a hand over his head as if calming himself down.

"How many times am I going to have to repeat that you are no longer welcome on the Institute campus, Wanda? You've been expelled. Understand this. You can't go around making little visits, especially to one of your rowdy friends."

Wanda rolls her eyes, uncrossing her arms to drag herself to the bed and sit down. "Man I wasn't even in your school!"

"Wanda, the guard Drax saw you coming out of the boys' dorm! You're seeing that Williams boy again, aren't you? I told you-"

"For God's sake Xavier, who I fuck is none of your business! You're not my dad!" Wanda shouted back, but Charles didn't hesitate.

"Oh, you're going to play the stepfather card now, seriously? I've been raising you since you were in diapers, don't be ridiculous! But very well, if it's your father you want, I'll call him now so he knows you're breaking our agreement again!"

Wanda's furious look falters, but she is too stubborn to back down. And when Charles puts the phone to his ear, she looks at the wardrobe, shooting you a quick look of insecurity.

Charles curses softly, and Wanda chuckles when she realizes he hasn't been answered. "Looks like he doesn't have time for you either."

The Dean snorts angrily but puts the phone away. "I came to talk to you because we had an assault case in the parking lot. And then I find out that you were out there, so-"

"Oh, and you immediately assumed that I would be involved? Thanks." Wanda retorts wryly.

Charles sighs indecisively. "I didn't mean it that way. But it was with the Barton boy, and I know you two had problems in the past. So I figured-"

"Barton can go fuck himself! I didn't go to your school, can you leave me alone now?" She interrupts impatiently, and Charles flinches in irritation. He raises a finger in warning.

"This conversation isn't over, Wanda. Be home tonight, we're going to have an adult conversation, you, me, and your father about what you've been doing. Or rather, what you haven't, like studying or getting a job!" He declares, and Wanda locks her jaw but does not retort. Xavier takes one last look around. "And clean this room!"

He leaves, slamming the door. Wanda locks it and waits until the footsteps move farther downstairs before going to the wardrobe.

And to your surprise, all the irritation from before fades from her expression as she opens the door for you.

She gives a little giggle as you stumble out with the limited space.

"What?" you ask, chuckling confused at her expression as well. Wanda bites back her smile.

"I finally witnessed you come out of the closet." She jokes and you snort incredulously, your cheeks blushing a little as Wanda giggles in a very cute way, her shoulders shaking.

"God, I really am the funny one in this friendship." You taunt her, and she feigns an expression of false offense before turning toward the window.

"Come on, Rogers, I'm starving." She declares, moving away to the windowed door of the room, to exit out onto the balcony.

"Wanda, that's a terrible idea." You say as soon as you see that she intends to walk down the flowerbed like you two used to do when you were kids. "I'm not ten years old anymore, Wands, I haven't climbed stuff in ages..."

But you stop talking because Wanda turns her face to you and looks at you in a very intense way.

"I forgot how much I like it when you call me that." She declares with a shy smile, and it is so cute and unexpected that you let her pull you by the forearm to the balcony and obey her when she asks you to come down first.

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tetw · 1 year

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spicykaraage · 8 months

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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Kaoru Kaidoh

[PROFILE]

Birthday: May 11th (Taurus)

Blood Type: B

Relatives: Father (Shibuki Kaidoh), Mother (Hozumi Kaidoh), Younger Brother (Hazue Kaidoh)

Father’s Occupation: Company Employee (banker)

Elementary School: Okutamagawa Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Second Year | Class 2-7 | Seat 4

Club: Tennis Club (Regular, future captain)

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: English

Weak Subjects: Math, Science

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Training Room

Favorite Motto: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” ➜ “Slow and steady wins the race.” [23.5]

Daily Routines: Long distance runs, cleaning his room

Hobbies: Marathoning, collecting bandanas, rock climbing [TP]

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Music: Traditional Japanese instrumental music

Favorite Movie: Japanese films

Favorite Book: Japanese literature from the Meiji Era

Favorite Food: Tororo soba (zaru style), yogurt, 100% fruit juice (white peach flavor [TP])

Favorite Anniversary: Father’s Day, Mother’s Day

Preferred Type: A girl who eats food with gusto

Ideal Date Spot: Zoo (he wants to see the polar bears) ➜ “A cat café—I mean, going cycling.” [TP]

His Gift for a Special Person: Imabari towels

Where He Wants to Travel: “Nowhere.” (a magazine featuring Malta is visible in his bag)

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: New training equipment ➜ For Seigaku to win the National Tournament again [23.5]

Dislikes: Monsters, ghosts ➜ Supernatural things, konjac [TP]

Skills Outside of Tennis: General housework (particularly cleaning and sewing [TP]), can quickly grab beans with chopsticks [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Training equipment

Routine During the World Cup: Sending postcards to his family

[DATA]

Height: 173cm ➜ 174cm [23.5]

Weight: 57kg

Shoe Size: 26.5cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: Counter Puncher

Signature Moves: Snake, Boomerang Snake, Short Snake, Tornado Snake, Gyro Laser

Time He Wakes Up: 5:00am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 1:00am

Daily Running Distance: 25km

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: HEAD (Ti.S7)

Shoes: PUMA (Cell Factor PTO634)

Fitness Test Results:

Sidesteps: 58

Shuttle Run: 140

Back Strength: 122kg

Grip Strength: 54.5kg

Backbend: 62.8cm

Seated Forward Bend: 49.6cm

50m Run: 6.74 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 224cm

Handball Throw: 33m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:47

Overall Rating: Speed: 3 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 4.5 / Mental: 3 / Technique: 3 / Total: 16.5

Kurobe Memo: “His unyielding personality and endurance are all part of his charm. I’m sure he'll grow into bring the type of player that can strip off an opponent's control as the match goes on. His match with Tezuka was a great learning opportunity for him to stop being so reserved with others.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

TV and audio equipment // Various equipment along with a DVD player and collection of DVDs

Glass table // Used for studying, it is always clean and not a single fingerprint can be found on it

Japanese-style bed area // A spacious area in his bedroom with Japanese motifs. He uses it strictly for his bed and has a double-size futon laying out

Area for training // An area where he keeps various stretching equipment. He trains hard everyday even in his bedroom

Full-length mirror // He had it installed to check on his form, but he doesn’t use it much

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

Bandanas // He always has two or three of them with him so he can replace one if it gets dirty

Writing supplies // He only takes notes with a ballpoint pen

Notebook

His lunch // Made in luxurious, lacquered jubako (tiered lunch boxes) and furoshiki wrapped. He also brings chopsticks and a chopstick rest with him

Sewing kit // Along with nail clippers. He always maintains his nails before practice

Handkerchief and tissues // He is particular about staying clean and tidy

Pass case

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 11/02/2001

He is described to have large, upturned eyes and slightly big lips

He is secretly compassionate and easily moved

He prefers girls with big eyes and who can trust him with her heart and soul

He loves yogurt and eats it to stay healthy, he particularly likes the Morinaga brand

He does a great amount of daily training, including intense strength training unbeknownst to the other members

He glares at people who approach him and exudes an aura that keeps them at bay. In reality, it is because he is nervous over his appearance and is not good at interacting with others

His hissing is a habit of how he breathes, Konomi wanted him to give off an eerie feeling by doing it

He is Konomi’s favorite member of Seigaku

He is one of few characters who wear no show socks

He wears bandanas to help motivate himself

He trained and mastered his Snake Shot after losing a rookie match in the fall when he was a first year

He will stay silent and glare when asked personal questions, he usually is not angry, however

He does not mind being called by his first name, but gets angry when people call him “viper”

His sharp, arching eyebrows are natural

His unnerving aura tends to scare off animals as well

He believes he is stronger than Momoshiro and could easily beat him

He does tennis training and long distance runs (morning and evening) even on off days

He secretly loves animals, especially cats

His personality is described as someone who is misunderstood and frightens others because of it, but is actually kind and afraid of hurting others more than anything else

Konomi describes him as “hardworking” and that he’s not just unpleasant, he’s a hard worker who happens to be unpleasant. An “I am who I am” type of character

The Prince of Tennis 20.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2003

He is described as stoic and tenacious, and would be suited for event planning

He has a temperament of never giving up, which gives him leadership qualities

He will go on runs even after matches

His secondary sport would be boxing

The Prince of Tennis 40.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2007

He tends to let his emotions overtake him and is considered a “troublemaker” because of it

He is very just, moral and will get angry when someone disrespects his teammates or rivals

He has a hard time accepting people and tends to clash with them, which puts a strain on his relations. He does however, have a strong sense of camaraderie and exhibits a cooperative nature with his friends

He is described to have a jealous side to him and has a tendency to want to control his friends and/or lovers

His daily running distance is 25km, and he will continue to run even further until he reaches his physical limits

He has been popular with the older women in the area of the National Tournament. He was spotted at the shopping district surrounded by women trying to feed him

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post #seigaku

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vogelmeister · 4 months

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also im very curious so like obviously like,,, if u feel comfortable u can add what in the tags but yeah. if u dont then dont.

#hyperspecific poll

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30 Vintage Postcard Blank Templates for Kids Printables Vintage Postcard with Stamps and without Stamps Instant Download Elementary Homeschool Activity

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The most interesting thing about this current arc in blue period is that we’ll never get to know Sanada. All we know about her is from varying perspectives whether it’s loved ones, classmates or people on the internet. Then at that point what can you believe. Is she the genius ‘gone too soon’, is she the weird art kid back in elementary, is she the quiet yet blunt person at prep school.

Who is Sanada?

But there is one exception. The postcard she wanted to give to Yakumo three years prior. A heartfelt message before a tragic goodbye

#blue period #blp chapter 64 #this was originally in the other post #but it felt too out of place #if I’m mistaken at some point #feel free to correct me

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Elementary school and movie theatre of Sartène, Corsica, France

French vintage postcard

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maximumcupcakemusic · 5 days

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The guardians of the Pharaoh.

Rebirth of ancient secrets

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters.

Mild mentions of blood.

Chapter 1

“You saw something you shouldn’t have seen…The only way to leave this holy place…” he held up the Millennium ring and Lillian’s eyes widened, “…is to be a chosen bearer of a Millennium item…”

Lillian struggled harder as the man raised the ring over her head, “No please! I won’t tell anyone what I saw!” she begged but he didn’t listen as he hung the golden object around her neck…

She closed her eyes waiting for the pain and her inevitable death…but it never came. She opened her eyes slightly and looked down at the ring that hung from her neck. Nothing had happened. The men in the room looked at the girl in shock. The leader had an expression of confusion on his face, “Strange…the Millennium ring is not responding to you…” he removes the item giving Lillian a sense of relief. The man stares down at the object in his hand before gazing at the girl, “…this has never happened before…”

He walks over to the sarcophagus and placed the ring back into its place. In all the years that he had been guarding the Millennium items for years, he had seen many people be tested by these items and never before had he come across someone like this…someone who was unaffected by one of these mystical items. Perhaps it was just the ring itself…

He approached Lillian as he removed the Millennium key, pressing the tip against her forehead, trying to enter her soul but…nothing, there was nothing. He stood there unmoving, freaking Lillian out a little as she gazed up at him. She cleared her throat, “Um if we are done here, I’d really like to leave now please.” She tried to pull free from the men’s grasps who still had a firm grip on her.

One of the figures approached the leader, “Master Shadi, what is going on?” Shadi hung the key over his neck again as he turned to the man, “I’m unsure. This has never occurred before.”

“What should we do?”

Shadi thought for a moment before heading for the exit, “We shall take her to the tomb keepers. Perhaps Ms. Ishtar will be of some help.”

The next thing Lillian knew her hands were bound behind her back and a sack was thrown over her head before being dragged off to who knows where…

One year later...

It was late in the evening in Domino City, everyone was mostly asleep except for one spiky haired kid; Yugi Muto, who was currently sitting awake in his room; the lamp on his table his only light source. Things had been rough for him ever since his sister had gone missing. He was once again lonely with no friends except for Téa in his class who was always nice to him and had been friends with him since elementary school. His heart hurt deeply and he missed his big sister...his best friend. And he constantly worried about her.

The family had heard nothing from her for a year...the only reassurance they received was the postcards that were delivered to the game shop once a month, with the words "I'm ok" written on it. At least it was a sign that she was alive...

Somewhere in Egypt…

It was the early hours of the morning, the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. Ishizu wondered through the halls of her family’s home holding two cups in her hands. She headed towards the room which held the Pharaoh’s tablets, walking down a short flight of stairs before reaching the old room. The tomb keeper entered it, her eyes falling on the raven haired girl who was currently sitting on the floor, staring up at the image of the ancient pharaoh duelling against his high priest. There were photos and documents strewn around her on the ground along with two open books. The girl was dressed in a black tank top and long linen pants of the same colour, her hair tied back in a long braid. She seemed to be lost in thought as she stared at the tablet while playing with the Blue Eyes pendant that hung from her neck.

Ishizu walked over to her and sat beside her, “You’re up early.”

Lillian was pulled from her thoughts as she looked at the Egyptian woman, smiling as Ishizu handed her one of the cups, “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to come down here.” She took a sip of whatever Ishizu had made and grimaced at the taste, “Can you make anything other than your weird herbal teas?” the other girl let out a soft chuckle, “I thought you would be used to it by now considering you’ve been with us for nearly a year.”

“Yeah…and I’m no closer to finding my father or figure out what the heck is going on with me…” Lillian looked up at the stone tablet for a moment, “There was another incident yesterday…”

“Is that why the training area was flooded?” Ishuzi grinned as she teased her friend. Lillian didn’t smile though, “Someone could’ve gotten hurt…”

“But nobody did. You’re learning to control it better…”

“Doesn’t feel that way…” The raven head put down the cup and stood up, walking over to the table and resting her hand on the ancient stone. He fingers brushing over the image of her little brother. She really missed him…she missed her parents and her grandpa…she missed Mokuba…and she missed Seto…wondering if they were doing ok…

Yugi was currently sitting at his desk, once again working on the puzzle his grandpa had given him. He had been trying to put it together for 8 years now...each time trying to construct it but failing over and over again...It felt like it was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Losing his sister and father had been a massive blow. He felt immense guilt over it, wishing he could’ve done something to make Lillian stay…and whishing he hadn’t said such harsh things to his father. Mr. Muto’s condition had remained the same for a year now, Yugi would try to go visit him once a week but it was hard seeing your dad just lying motionless in a hospital bed, never knowing if he wold ever wake up again.

Yugi’s mother was trying her best to keep the remainder of her family together. She was a nurse and took extra shifts to cover the medical costs for her husband but it was becoming too much for the poor woman. Grandpa had dipped into his retirement fund to try and help but there was only so much the old man could do. Yugi had tried to find a part time job like Téa but nobody wanted to hire a high schooler that looked like he could be in elementary school.

He had thought about selling his puzzle (it was made of gold and would probably be worth a lot), but a part of him didn’t wish to be apart from the ancient item. It meant too much to him and felt like it was a part of him despite having struggled to solve it for so many years…however this time...it felt different. The puzzle was slowly coming together, a shape starting to form...he knew he was close. Dark clouds were forming in the sky outside...

The eyes of the Pharaoh on the stone tablet started to glow, grabbing the attention of the two girls. Ishizu stood up quickly and made her way over. Lillian looked at her friend, before turning her gaze back to the stone, not realizing that her mother’s necklace (which she also wore around her neck) starting to glow…

He was very close now. Excitement started to fill him from head to toe as he realised he only had a few pieces left to go...soon be would be able to make his wish...

One by one he set the pieces in place until only one remained...he picked up the last piece, it felt heavy in his hand as he carefully places it in place...

The entire tablet is engulfed in light as a wave of energy flows from it, knocking the two girls down, knocking Ishizu out when her head hits the ground. Lillian sits up to check on the Egyptian woman when the ground starts to crack, streams of water burst through. Her eyes widened as she tried to back away from it, only for the water to change direction and head towards her. Lillian tries to run but is engulfed in water as the streams form a large pocket around her. ‘This can’t be happening!’ she screamed in her head as she held her breath, trying not to drawn as the water swirled around her violently…

A lightning bolt shattered through the sky...Yugi picked up the completed puzzle and looked at it with pride as he had finally finished it...but...the eye that was in front of it started to glow and suddenly the room was consumed in a bright light, Yugi's shadow that was painted on the wall behind him changed, the same eye that was on the Millennium Puzzle formed on the shadows forehead...

She tried to find a way out of the torrent of water feeling her lungs starting to burn from lack of oxygen. Her arms, neck and shoulders start to sting as if they were being cut by thousands of blades…she wanted to scream from the pain as her arms start to bleed, images of monsters and creatures starting to appear on her pale skin…she felt herself grow dizzy, her vision going foggy as she slowly lost consciousness, the world around her fading to black…

Yugi held the puzzle in his hands and watched in amazement and horror as a burst of light and shadows flows from the eye on the puzzle, forming monsters all over his room. ‘Was this even real?’ he thought to himself. He looked around for a way to escape from the nightmare he was experiencing. He caught sight of…Kuriboh? Wait were these duel monsters? Before he could do anything else the small fuzzball growled at him and flew towards him. He raised his arm to protect himself when a felt a strong presence coming from within the puzzle. He can feel it as it takes over his body and his consciousness fading away as he blacks out…

It felt as if she was floating, her whole body ached, her head felt hazy. What had happened? How did she get here? Lillian looked around and found she was surrounded by water, a light shining from above creating streaks in the water and below her was a dark abyss. If felt like she was in the ocean…she should’ve felt afraid but she didn’t…she felt…calm…at peace. She looked around a bit more and saw a shadow swimming towards her, the blurry figure becoming clearer as it reached her. Lillian’s eyes widened as the being became clear…it was a mermaid or a siren! It’s skin was pale white, her hair purple and blue, she had a long royal blue tail and her eyes shone like sapphires, her arms and neck were covered in tattoos…and her face…it was Lillian’s face! It was as if she was looking into some kind of weird mirror…

The bubble of water burst, spraying water and blood across the floor, the raven haired girl collapsed to the ground coughing of water as she gasped for air. Ishizu started to awake as she groaned, slowly sitting up as she held her head. On instinct she looked at the Pharaoh’s tablet, see it had returned to its normal state as if nothing had happened. The next she notices is that the floor is covered in water, some of it having streams of blood running through it. Her eyes follow the streams to the source, her eyes widening as she gets up and rushes to Lillian’s side, “Are you alright?!”

Ishizu kneels down and helps the other girl to sit up; noticing the strange images that now covered the raven heads skin. Lillian feels disorientated and winces when she tries to move, only managing to mumble, “Wh-what happened?” before she passes out, hearing her friend call out for help as she once again falls into the darkness…

Yugi gasped as his eyes flew open, his consciousness having returned to his body. He looks around discovering he was standing in the middle of his room, the Millennium Puzzle hanging around his neck. He slowly lifts up the object to gaze at it when he hears his grandfather opening his door, "Everything ok in here Yugi? I heard strange noises coming from in here.” Yugi glances between his grandpa and the puzzle before smiling, “Everything’s alright grandpa. Look…” he holds up the puzzle proudly, “I’ve finished it.” Solomon’s eyes widen as he walks over to his grandson, examining the mystical item, a smile forming on his own face, “Well done my boy. This is amazing!” Yugi nodded in agreement before yawning. Solomon rests his hand on the boys shoulder, “You should get some rest. Its past midnight already.”

He tucks Yugi in and makes sure his settled in before turning off the desk light, “Sleep well my boy.” His words fall on deaf ears as Yugi had already fallen asleep, his hand resting on his newly built puzzle…

Deep within the Millennium puzzle…

Where there was once darkness shapes and colours started to form an unending room filled with doors, staircases that lead nowhere, endless passages…and in the centre of it all stood a figure…a boy similar to Yugi albeit a few differences. He looks around confused, not sure where he was or how he got there…or even who he was…

#yugi mutou #yugioh #yami yugi #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #ocs #fantasy

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Relationship! w/ Amnesia Characters

Heroine— heroine, shin, toma, and you were all childhood friends. ever since then you had a infinity for knowing whenever heroine was in trouble, and even decided to be her knight in shining armor. one time when heroine forget her lunch, you and the guys came to deliver it to her, you witnessed some jerk bullying her. toma wanted to resolve it by talking it out, shin thought interfering was pointless since heroine needed to stick up for himself, but you? you ultimately got suspended for punching the guy in the face, leaving the poor bastard with a black eye, and some loose teeth. it was totally worth it, cause soon after many others came forward on bullying related insistences and “toothless” was expelled later that week. many other of the students told you heroine advocated for your wrongful suspension and even collected signatures to correct the wrong you faced. and have the real threat face justice. you returned to school that same week, and when you came back you were greeted with heartfelt reunion, of your friends but most importantly, you were welcomed with a warm embrace, tender kiss on the cheek, as well as a promise from heroine to marry you when you both got older. and once both of you graduated from college you both fulfilled that promise once and for all.

Shin— both of you were classmates and neighbors since elementary, and although shin became a social outcast on account of his father’s past, you found no fault in him. you were always professing your love for the boy. but he would always end up rejecting you. you became so love sick, you thought it better to study abroad. and since the last year of middle school and all throughout high school, you didn’t have any contact with him. and honestly it irked him to no end, why did heroine and toma receive letters, and post cards every birthday, and holiday, but not him? he found himself standing outside your family home, one Christmas waiting for you in freezing weather, but it was all worth it when he saw your face. “next time send me a postcard. I missed you, too. idiot!”

Ikki— dark hair that reached your back and crimson stained lips and that perfect sun-kissed glow your skin held, you were beautiful. everyone thought so. and ikki wasn’t one to shy away from a beautiful woman. he had been flirting with you for a long time, but never made a move. its been rather annoying lately, so you told him if he could defeat you at a game of darts you’ll go out with him. ultimately he agrees but best known to him, one of your favorite hobbies was playing darts. and you weren’t just really good at it, you placed top ten in national championships but Ikki didn’t have to know that. not yet that is.

Kent— he was never one to pick apart someone’s appearance intentionally that is, and especially not yours. but lately he couldn’t help but analyze your odd behavior. so when he happened to invite you out to lunch he couldn’t decipher that expression placed upon your face nor the illogical behavior you currently held towards much of anything really. “your only eating your greens. are you on a diet?” no reaction, just a sigh escaped you. “just so you know most diets, regardless of their particular nature, result in short-term weight loss are not sustainable.” again no reaction other then you pushing your food back and forth with your utensils. “the weight you shed short term almost always comes back, you know. 95% of people experience that yo-yo effect, plus the deprivation of restrictive diets may lead to a overeating, or binging.” he didn’t know why but something within you snapped and you flushed out your anger at the said man. “well actually it would take several minutes without oxygen to affect a person’s psychological organism.” kent then went on a unannounced lecture about the human anatomy, and the properties of oxygen. the discussion was never ending so you resolved to shut the said man up regardless of method. but a simple kiss would suffice, for now at least.

Toma— he’s always been a little overprotective when it came to you. since you were kids, shin claimed he coddled you way too much. but how could he not? you’re just so important to him. waiting in-front of your house, walking you to and from school, caring your backpack, hanging out at each other’s houses, binge watching movies, eating snacks and shopping together; these were his habits, that crossed over into your adulthood’s. you never questioned it, since you grew up with toma and had a great relationship with each other. but your boyfriend didn’t share the same sentiments. he would always get angry and fuss about how “he totally has a thing for you, can’t you see it?!” claiming how toma’s behavior was inappropriate and strange. you reassured him nothing was going on, but your boyfriend’s behavior continued to grow eccentric. he accused you of harboring feelings toward other men. the worst thing was that he forbid you from seeing toma and shin. and when you didn’t, toma noticed you would have bruises or scrapped skin. whenever he brought it up, you would change the subject or just tell him to drop it. toma’s worst fear came true, you falling for the wrong guy, you being mistreated, manipulated and physically harmed. but this became the undeniable reality, you were in a toxic relationship, and toma did what he always did, he decided to keep you safe no matter the cost. he would never let anyone hurt you ever, not again. even if it meant dealing with the problem in unethical ways. he would do it, if it meant keeping you safe.

Ukyo— one day as you were running late to work when suddenly you just spotted this handsome man sitting by himself near the back of the cafe. with a empty cup of coffee. you always made it a habit to greet him, and refill his coffee mug every time you saw him. this continued on for some time, and although it was a short interaction, it was one you always looked forward to these days. “hello, master. I hope your in good health, today.” the man chuckled with a teasing undertone. “I’m fine, thank you. but can I ask why, you won’t call me by my name?” “im sorry but its company policy. this is a maid cafe after all.” his cheeks flushed a bright crimson and he avoided looking into your eyes afterwards. “oh, yes. your absolutely correct. it’s my mistake.” “but if you want you can call me (y/n), master.” a soft smile spread across his lips at this. it was the first time you saw his smile and instantly you knew you wanted to see more of it. and ukyo had the same thoughts, but they were slightly more sinister. yes, darling. smile. just for me. solely for me. he thought to himself.

#drabble #image #scenario #amnesia #anime gif #amnesia mc #shin #Ikki #Kent #toma #ukyo #amnesia anime #amnesia characters #shin x reader #Ikki x reader #kent x reader #toma x reader #ukyo x reader

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