#sumeragi tenma imagine

[stelmao]

of covens and magicians is really great u guys should read it

#a3! #ocam #of covens and magicians #tenma sumeragi #i made this like months ago actually i just wanna post it on tumblr so i have more original posts #i want everyone to know that this fic has me on chokehold #i literally keep imagining ocam aus in my head like i start thinking abt what if [insert non a3 characters] are in ocam universe #im just so #invested with the worldbuilding #thank u ms flavovitta

[a3outfitstournament]

ROUND 0.5: REHEARSAL OUTFITS (tenma)

#a3! act addict actors #a3! outfits tournament #a3! #tenma sumeragi #ngl i imagined the yuki in my pfp judging tenma for his fashion choices and cracked myself up

[galaxystar17]

Okey listening to french songs made me realize just now that july would probably sound nice (read:hot) speaking french🫣

Just imagine him learning french because organization sent him on a mission to France once or something and he wanted to blend in well, so he knows it on a communicative level.

That brought quite an idea (the post will be a bit long im sorry).

Imagine a Juligawa scenario like this:

For example let's say july knows quite a lot of languages because of work. Igawa aint that great at them, so he knows japanese and maybe some english because this is all he needs anyway when it comes to being tenma's manager. And at some point july would say something like "je t'aime, mon chéri/mon amour" teasingly with a half smile, half smirk on his face as he knows igawa wouldnt understand him. So he would probably ask him in japanese what did he say and july would answer with 'no no its nothing igawa-kun, dont worry about it. I was just teasing.'

Later igawa would research with a translator (or maybe ask someone like chikage that knows languages well) what it meant and once learning the meaning he would become a shocked but blushing mess 😂😂 Also my mind came up with chikage teasing the shit out of igawa while translating that phrase with a big grin on his face lmao something like "oh you got a confession in french, igawa-san. Who's that lucky date of yours, hmm? Going international now, are we?" and igawa answering with "no no its nothing like that chikage-san. Forget i said anything." To that chikage would be like "haha, okay okay. Good luck with your international date then."

Also i can imagine igawa stumbling across tenma on his way out of the dorms, with tenma later guessing that the whole thing was about july all along and told igawa that he should talk to him about it or answer the confession (sort of at least) and igawa going with "...well i guess i can try."

#a3! #a3! july #a3! igawa #chikage utsuki #tenma sumeragi #juligawa #Love confessions(sort of) #But in french #Chikage being a useful translator #i also imagined itaru coming back to room 103 seeing chikage with a big grin on his face #Then going “wtf senpai why are you smiling like that? Its scary” #“You used some of your cheat codes again didnt you?” “not really actually i was translating smth for igawa-san and giving him love advice” #“love advice? You? Youre the unromantic senpai.” “yeah i can give advices too you know regardless of your view of me” #So itaru would ask him what was it all about then and chikage would be like #“i cant tell you chigasaki its confidential. All i can say is that he might be caught up in some international date.” #“a what now? You know what im gonna go game now idk youre weirder than usual” #Yes i had a whole vision about it lmao #How hilarious it could be when igawa later would try to explain to july that he understood it (doesnt matter that someone helped him lmao) #And july going 'oh really? Then what did i say?' #Theyre so stupid i luv them #Brainrot caught up to me again #Okay ill excuse myself now #galaxy random thoughts the chronicle

[grand-line-library]

MASTERLIST: A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

SCENARIOS

KAZUNARI - "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

TSUZURU - "I love you."

BANRI - Noticing You

JUZA - "Wow, you look...amazing." "Can I kiss you?" "Is that my shirt?"

HEADCANONS

SUMMER TROUPE - Daydreaming & Dancing

MATCHUPS

BANRI - 1

KAZUNARI - 1

TSUZURU - 1 2 3

ITARU - 1

TAICHI - 1

SAKUYA - 1

TSUMUGI - 1 2

HISOKA - 1

JUZA - 1

TASUKU - 1

#a3! act! addict! actors! #scenario #scenarios #headcanons #headcanon #matchup #matchups #imagines #imagine #spring troupe #summer troupe #autumn troupe #winter troupe #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #banri setsu #banri settsu #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #omi fushimi

[banzaitaka]

Summer Troupe's kisses

Tenma Sumeragi, Yuki Rurikawa, Muku Sakisaka, Misumi Ikaruga, Kazunari Miyoshi x gn! reader

Currently workin on that Nico x male reader oneshot while typing away bit by bit on other requests as well

Just did this to keep my fingers goin

Spring Troupe's kisses

Autumn Troupe‘s kisses

Tenma Sumeragi...

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...kisses you as if you are the one asking for it. It's the embarrassment speaking when he rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss you. He's attempting to tease you to avert any and all attention from how flustered he actually is. Oh, you missed him so much that you want a kiss? Okay, fine, come here.

But believe me when I say he's overjoyed on the inside. You can feel it in every kiss, since he makes it his mission to put all his feelings into it so you can feel the things he's too embarrassed to say.

Yuki Rurikawa...

...kisses you when he feels like you deserve it. He's a critic and will tell you his mind without much of a filter, if any at all. There is just no reason to sugar coat it. And since he wants you to do your best and realize how much you can do, he made it a rule to give you a kiss everytime you did something good. Only in private though. It's light and soft, innocent, and always aimed to your cheek. He's not ready for kisses on the lips yet.

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Muku Sakisaka...

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...kisses you with much hesitation. His heart already beats 10x faster than normal when he grabs your hand, so imagine how he feels when it comes to kisses. Cue him overthinking about anything there is to overthink. Location of the kiss, kind of kiss, lenght of the kiss,...

He wants every kiss he gives you to be a good one to you, so you still want to kiss him the next time. So he forgets his age and that a peck on the cheek is already more than enough.

Misumi Ikaruga...

...kisses you three times. Three is the number of corners and sides triangles have. And triangles equal love. And you are the one he loves. So see it as an extra sparkle of affection besides the kisses themselves. His kisses are loud, and with that I mean the 'mwua' he makes whenever he kisses you. It adds a certain playfulness to the kisses which he really enjoys. His kisses are just loaded with energy, having the goal to make you giggle and hyped up as well.

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Kazunari Miyoshi...

...kisses you a lot. Good morning kisses, goodbye kisses, hello kisses, goodnight kisses, and everything in between. A day with him is just filled with smooches and pecks. He just loves kissing you that much, and isn't shy about it either. Whenever he thinks you're being cute, mwua, there, a kiss to the cheek, no matter who is watching. Let them look and see what a lucky guy he is to have you as his partner.

If you are being just as kissy as him, prepare yourself to be blessed by the sight of the lovestruck smile on his face.

#a3 #a3 x reader #tenma sumeragi #tenma sumeragi x reader #tenma sumeragi x gn reader #a3 x gn reader #misumi ikaruga #misumi ikaruga x reader #misumi ikaruga x gn reader #kazunari miyoshi #kazunari miyoshi x reader #kazunari miyoshi x gn reader #muku sakisaka #muku sakisaka x reader #muku sakisaka x gn reader #yuki rurikawa #yuki rurikawa x reader #yuki rurikawa gn reader #x reader #x gn reader

[the-himawari]

A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Tenma: It’s perfect, as expected.

Yuki: I made it properly, after all.

Tenma: In any case, it feels kind of weird that I’m wearing the same clothes as you.

Yuki: It looks awkward even from my point of view. But it’s fine once in a while, right? It’s not that it looks totally off.

Tenma: That’s fine then… Ah, hold on. Let me borrow some of your sewing tools and fabric before I start my skit.

Yuki: Oh, sure. Let’s see. I’ll lend you these. Here you go.

Tenma: Thanks… Alright, I’m ready. Here goes nothing. “…I’m done trimming, so next I’ll match the fabrics… Ah, should I call Taichi before that? He should be home at this hour.”

Yuki: (Mm, is this me when I’m making costumes…)

Tenma: “Done. Alright, I’ll start stitching with the sewing machine.”

Yuki: (I’m always making our costumes with such a serious look on my face, huh?)

Tenma: “Urgh, this sucks. The thread came loose from the machine…” “*Sigh*, guess I’ll do it over again.” “…Nice, it’s finished! It came out perfectly, just like how I imagined!”

Yuki: (Do I smile like that when I complete a costume?)

Tenma: …What do you think? I did a bang-up job, didn’t I?

Yuki: …Your handwork was questionable though. Or rather, you didn’t have to act out the times I make mistakes too.

Tenma: Well, it’s more realistic including that, isn’t it?

Yuki: *Sigh*. Being shown your failures is the worst. …But the skit itself wasn’t bad. I realized things about myself I wasn’t aware of…

Tenma: What’d you say?

Yuki: Nothing. Anyways, why did you decide to do a costume-making skit?

Tenma: Ah, that? I thought about a lot of different activities. But in the end, the reason is because you look the happiest when you’re making costumes. Besides, the one who sees you working on your costumes in our room the most is me, your roommate. If I was going to play you, my roommate, then I figured that was the only way to go.

Yuki: Hmm…

Tenma: Hey, I gave you a sincere answer and that’s all you’ve got!

Yuki: Well, that was the point of this exercise, wasn’t it? More importantly, we have to take your polaroid picture now.

Tenma: Geez, why are you bringing that up…

Yuki: Come on, hurry up. I’ll take a really nice shot for you.

Tenma: Why are you so eager?

Yuki: That’s none of your concern, hack. Okay, strike a pose. This might become merch, so do a cool one.

Tenma: S-sure…

Yuki: Ah, turn your body this way a little more.

Tenma: You’re being really fussy…

Yuki: It’s pointless if your sweater isn’t visible. Okay, I’m taking it.

*click*

Yuki: Yep, looks nice.

Tenma: It sure does. My expression is on point too.

Yuki: The fans will love this, won’t they?

Tenma: Of course they will.

Yuki: Hey, can I write “worn by Sumeragi Tenma” and sell this sweater? I’m thinking of opening a store on a flea market app.

Tenma: HAH!? That’s obviously a no! (Don’t tell me—is that why he put so much effort into making a new one for me…!?)

Yuki: Alright. Then why don’t I give you this sweater and you can wear it all the time, take pictures, post them on inste, and walk around outside advertising it?

Tenma: Over my dead body!

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#a3! #a3! translation #sumeragi tenma #act! addict! actors!

[emilycollins00]

Getting there (Tenma centric)

Igawa is not Tenma’s father.

And yet, he ends up caring about him like one— he’s a bit awkward about it though.

OR three times Igawa is there for Tenma, and one time Tenma steps up for him.

Anyone that sets foot inside the acting world in Japan knows what type of power comes from the Sumeragi’s agencies.

Premium status. Fame. Validation.

One of the best of the current generation according to the media. Their buildings and workers emanate class, authority, and it wasn’t easy to manage a job there— which is why many agreed one could be called lucky just to be considered.

Igawa adjusts the collar of his suit. Ignores the prominent beating of his heart. Pushes his glasses up his nose. Repeats it all over. He is conscious how much sweat he is producing with only empty chairs staring back at him, and wonders if it would be possible to ask for a cup of water without crying.

How in the world he had managed to get so far was still out of his comprehension. A blur. After the first shock, a few more interviews and some phone calls, today was the day he would sign the final contract to become Sumeragi Tenma’s personal manager and guardian, the agreement outlining the terms of a two-year commitment and providing an option for renewal.

That is if he managed to leave the room without having a panic attack.

He stirs in his seat, taking for the sixth time a look at his watch, anxiety rising. Seven past ten. They hadn’t guided him into the wrong room, had they? As a test?

Oh god, he really hopes not.

Just when the young man is contemplating the idea of discretely checking the number of the room the door swings right open behind him, barely giving him time to swallow his scream. Two figures enter while he scrambles to get up and bow, drying his sweaty hands on the back of his pants.

“Igawa, I presume.”

“Y-yes, sir! I- it’s a pleasure!”

The man in front of him nods, taking his hand in a strong grip. “Thank you for waiting longer than necessary. I was needed to sign some documents before coming here and they took longer than expected.” His face is stoic and his voice profound while they shake hands.

“Oh, no! Not a problem!”

There was something about Sumeragi Eiji that instilled respect even from afar. But having the real deal in front of you? Downright terrifying. His acting had been leading the masses for many years. One wrong move and you could be done soon enough, to which Igawa imagined extended to his son.

His son.

It’s right there when Igawa takes his first good look at Sumeragi Tenma.

At the ripe old age of ten, Tenma is of course shorter than him. He seems to feel his gaze, because not even a heartbeat later the boy lifts his head up to meet Igawa’s— piercing, captivating purple eyes focused in a way the young man had never seen before in a kid.

"Tenma, this is the man your mother and I informed you about. He’ll be your manager and act as your guardian while we are abroad for the time being."

The young boy nods, half of his face twisted up as he keeps staring at Igawa thoughtfully. He wasn’t the son of two the current biggest celebrities in the country for nothing. "Nice to meet you, Igawa-san. I will be in your care."

His voice is childlike, although there is a slight effort being put on a low-pitched tone. The clear attempt to sound more mature, maybe trying to imitate his father’s powerful voice. Igawa nods and bows as quickly and politely as possible. "L-likewise! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you too, Tenma-kun." he holds his hand out awkwardly towards him, and they shake hands. “I’ll be in your care from now on.”

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It doesn’t take Igawa long to learn the young actor exudes an aura that inherently draws others, just like the rumors said. His rising fame is an ongoing talk in the media— never seen another child actor behave more like an adult, treating every co-worker with the seriousness and respect they all displayed.

“He really is perfect!”

“Eiji-san must be proud.”

“Could we have some words from the upcoming young star of this movie?”

Of course, Igawa also comes to notice certain walls. Given his status and young age, Tenma was many times unaware that not everyone shared his privilege, which left many of his remarks about others seem cruel and hurtful. It was difficult, to try to explain the difference between honestly and bluntness.

Still, Tenma was a good kid with a dream he was determined to reach. Seeing how Tenma pushed forward to improve, hanging on to any advice or criticism he received from veteran actors or directors with a spiteful passion, practicing his movements or voice projection for hours after his personal instructors had left— all that effort made Igawa want to support him the best he could.

Which makes the time he failed to enter his planned middle school such a big deal.

They had just renewed Igawa’s contract a few weeks prior, meaning he had been able to feel once again an incredible mix of confusion, appreciation, and horror at the same time. The amount of press recognition Tenma had gotten over the years was more than many had expected. Although not his parents, apparently. They kept sending him emails with offers and used their connections daily, which made passing the entrance exam for middle school a much bigger issue than the ordinary person.

“Tenma-kun?! Tenma-kun, can you hear me!”

Igawa would have never expended the young boy to run away from the school grounds like that. Maybe— maybe he hadn’t made himself clear? Tenma was supposed to wait for him inside the car as he signed some documents so once he entered the vehicle and found it empty, it only took him less than a minute for his anxiety to spike through the sky.

Oh my god.

They had just renewed his contract and he had already lost his actor.

"Tenma-kun! Tenma-kun!!"

Igawa calls out of breath as he looks around desperately, gaining looks from other passers-by. For the first time he doesn’t take notice of being the center of attention or rather, he doesn’t even notice. How could he? He has no idea whatsoever where his twelve-year-old genius child actor, who captivates masses way beyond his regular piers, could probably have gone.

The thought makes Igawa want to vomit.

It’s only fifteen minutes later, just when Igawa is on the verge of having a breakdown and calling the police when he catches a glimpse of familiar hair. Tenma is sitting on a bench, looking exhausted and a little worse for wear. His shoulders are hunched and jaw set as he meets him. "Igawa...?"

“Tenma-kun!”

The young boy starts to rise as the Igawa runs in his direction, all his strength fading away. He can’t even manage to pretend to be angry, just confused. “I-I’ve been looking for you for…! Why did you suddenly leave like that?!”

“What do you mean?” Tenma frowns. “I left a message in the car saying I was going back home alone. Didn’t think you would come to look for me.”

“The car…? But— you, I didn’t think you—” Igawa doesn’t know how to explain this without damaging his confidence. “Tenma-kun this is… the opposite, um, way. I’m afraid…”

They stare at each other, and seconds later the young boy’s cheeks redden, sitting back on the bench and evading looking at his eyes. "I— of course I know that! I just had more stuff to think about so I decided to walk around some more!”

He then looks to the ground ashamed, gritting his teeth while Igawa finds himself still regaining air.

“...What did my parents say."

“Uh?”

“It wasn’t a difficult question, Igawa.” Tenma spits. The boy regrets the tone as soon as the words come out of his mouth though, because Igawa indeed looks worried (although he always does in the youngster's mind) but he’s too proud to take them back. “Whatever, the press will cover it soon and they’ll know.”

And then it finally sits on Igawa. The press.

Working the media industry is dangerous. No matter how long you have been at the top, one can always count on something happening, even the smallest thing, to rise and flop your career. Young Tenma knows. And Igawa knows too.

So that’s why he looked a little more than desperate.

“Forget it, let’s go home.”

Because Tenma has never been the best student— and he knows, despite feinting otherwise. He is always painfully aware when his professors let him go with a free pass, the thought ‘you didn’t earn this’ nagging at the back of his mind each time he moved up a year only because of his parent’s influence.

Next time he won’t even have that. Pathetic.

"But—" Igawa tries to interrupt but Tenma’s jaw tightens again, and his eyes narrow, casting his ashen face in shadow.

“...Who cares about working hard!” He suddenly declares out loud, turning his hands into fists. “Everyone is right. Everyone should be angry and disappointed with me. You are too, right Igawa? I saw it the moment we looked at the results. All I have is because of my parents and their connections. If I can’t even get in a stupid school like that one everyone will—”

“TENMA-KUN!”

The unexpected shout— for both of them really, Igawa doesn’t remember ever raising his voice in front of him for anything— cuts his speech off. Once the shock ends, Tenma reverts back to the expression he had come in wearing, like a man ready to be condemned. Igawa's anxiety rises again.

"Sorry! Sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s just, you are not at fault, Tenma-kun," he explains, leaning forward as though the action would force the young boy to accept his words. “I’m not, angry or— disappointed. I was just worried.”

He blinks, his face painfully surprised. "What do you mean?" He asks, feeling dumb.

Igawa sits next to him on the bench. He speaks again. "...I was worried because you didn’t look okay, and then I worried again when I couldn't find you. Not because I thought you did anything wrong or failed the entrance exam, but because you could have gotten hurt, ah— even if you were going home."

"Worried?" Tenma repeats, looking even more confused. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with this information. He blinks once. Twice. "You mean... you don't think I’m stupid?" Tenma asks slowly.

Igawa’s stomach sinks.

He looks at Tenma's face. He is ashen and looks exhausted, little bags showing under his eyes. He had been on a full stride of commercial the last few days with irregular working hours. It looked like nothing held him together but pure desperate, stubborn will. And even with all of that, he did the exam.

You don’t think I’m stupid—  how could a child ask an adult that?

“No!” he shakes his head, vividly scared at the mere thought. "I— Tenma-kun I never thought you were. Not even once."

“But— but I failed!” Tenma shut his mouth, face flushing from embarrassment, adverting his eyes at the memory. He can’t help the disappointment that wells in his gut as he stares at the ground.

“A-and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about that! You did your best. That’s— that’s what’s important, right? Your parents know this as well.”

“Right. Because they told you that.”

He hadn’t called them, but Igawa finds himself nodding nonetheless. It’s not like he was actually lying. Because why would they mind? They were his parents. Tenma’s face contorts as a result and it occurs to him that whatever the young actor expected him to say, Igawa gave him something else entirely and the boy didn't know how to deal with that.

"Oh." He says, sounding as lost as he looked. "Well— okay, I guess.”

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Most fourteen years old have specific interests or hobbies that they enjoy. Sports, crafts, music, games, you name it. And yet, after all these years, Igawa could have a gun pointed at his head and he still wouldn’t be able to say what exactly did Sumeragi Tenma in his spare time.

It’s not weird, right? Oh please don’t let it be weird, he begs as he presses the doorbell.

Was he crossing a line he shouldn’t? Would his parents say something? What if—

"Igawa?" Tenma squints, peeking outside the apartment at the tensed manager. “What are you doing here?”

"H-hello Tenma-kun!" his voice comes out a little breathless and rushed, but does his best to smile nonetheless. “May I come in?”

The young teen gives him an odd look, but apparently decides the point wasn't worth pressing as he shrugs and turns to let him enter. As he sits again in the living room, Igawa notices the young teen has scripts all over the dinner table.

“A-are these the offers I sent you yesterday? You have gone through them so quick! I’m impressed as always.”

"Right..." the young teen repeats slowly, staring at Igawa like one would a madman. "So? I thought I had no schedule this week.”

"Mhm? Oh! uh, you don’t." the teenager frowns in confusion. He then pays attention to the box the man has been carrying all this time.

“What’s that?”

“Uh?”

“Inside that box.” Tenma points with his head. “Fan letters?”

Igawa gulps down. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea after all. He scratches his head. “W-well, um, actually I was thinking of showing you this…”

He takes up the object from inside the box, and immediately Tenma frowns puzzled.

“A bonsai? I thought they were pretty much for old people.”

Igawa tries to laugh it off, placing the tree on the table next to the scripts. Tenma steps forward, touching it with the tips of his fingers with a spec of curiosity. He had never seen an actual bonsai. “W-well, it was um, my late father’s. He enjoyed taking care of them.”

Tenma quickly retracts his hand from touching the plant anymore. “Ah. Sorry.”

“Oh no! It’s fine.”

Tenma doesn’t seem to think it’s fine. Even though they have been together for so many years, he actually knows so very little from Igawa aside from being prone to having mental breakdowns yet being strangely skillful when coordinating his hundreds of different schedules. “So… why have you carried it here then? Bonsais are supposed to be impressive but this one looks more than a little runty and small.”

“This particular bonsai...” Igawa starts to explain quietly. His own father told him it was going to die years ago— even his mother asked if it was even worth watering. “I brought it to my house, hoping I could nurse it back to health. And you know, it did! Kind of? It’s, um, kind of a stubborn Bonsai. It fought for every one of its roots, and it managed to survive when I showed it some care and attention. I thought- maybe you would like to, um, give it a try.”

“Like a pet? You know I don’t have time to take care of it, Igawa.”

“Not like a pet! I— well. I know it’s not the best uh, gift but it helped me when I was down. N-not that I think you are sad, of course just, um, thought it would also brighten up this apartment…?”

Tenma stares at the tree, and proceeds to sight in resignation. His manager was so weird sometimes.

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Tenma steps out of the bathroom, towel around his shoulders as he heads towards the living room. He keeps reading the message their parents sent— another too-long note about how they hadn’t been able to come to see him due to some issues, along with a promised video call that would probably not happen given the time.  

He closes the phone and yawns, heading to the sofa to eat the bento box the cleaning lady uses to leave him for dinner. It has carrots, and while he entertains himself in separating them, a sudden feeling makes him stop and lean back on the sofa, head looking at the ceiling. His head then turns to the right, finding the bonsai Igawa had left still in the same position he had left it.

Of course it was in the same position— he lived technically alone by now. If he didn’t take care of it, no one would.

M-my late father enjoyed taking care of them.

He stands up and walks towards the small tree, staring at it for some time, analyzing every inch of its form. It really wasn’t the best-looking bonsai. And yet he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at it.

“...Sorry for making fun of you.”

There’s a silence after he says that sentence out loud, and Tenma almost cringes at his own actions. Who talked to plants?

He sighs, scratching the back of his head, and looks away. He stares at the phone in his hand, and then back again at the little tree. The young actor traces a finger along its leaves, softening his gaze once he notices how brittle they feel.

“You should just grow at your own pace, you know. You for once are lucky to have all the time to be the best”.

Hearing those words almost feel they were for him too.

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Two days later Igawa calls the doorbell. They have an audition and need to be there early, since they are one of the first ones to go.

He rings again. No one opens the door. There is no sound coming from inside, which sets an alarm. Begging this just like when the now teen forgot to wake himself up as a child, Igawa looks into his keys, finding the copy from the apartment. “Tenma-kun?” he calls. He runs to the bedroom, and then to his living room.

Usually Tenma is brazen, so it’s strange even for Igawa to see him so out of his element. The manager blinks to make sure he really is seeing the young teen on the couch, curled around a book about bonsais as if he’s fighting an inward battle. 

“How do they make them so small?” he mutters to himself, unaware that he’s even in the room. He holds a bag of soil and scissors like they might get up and start dancing.

“Tenma-kun?”

Tenma jumps "Wha—! Igawa, you could at least ring if you are coming inside!” he exclaims, trying to hide everything he can to no avail. His ears are red.

“Sorry! I, uh, rang?” his eyes turn to the Bonsai that’s been sitting next to the orange-head. “Did you buy all of that for—”

“D-don’t get me wrong! It’s not that I enjoyed taking care of it, I have far too many things to do, but— it’s not really smelly and, uh, it really brightens the apartment so… yeah.”

Igawa has to force himself to bite his lip in order to not smile.

“Of course! Please let me know if you have any question. I still have some things back at home if you would like to have them!”

Tenma knows Igawa is happy— he’s not an idiot. He can see he’s barely containing his excitement, which is embarrassing on its own. But for this time, he’s gonna ignore it.

“…Thanks.”

His manager really was weird.

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As the passing years turns out, it gets settled in Igawa’s mind that while Tenma has become and actual celebrity just like he always wished, he isn’t exactly well in the emotional department. He wonders -not for the first time- if he should say anything. Do something. But then again, who is he to meddle in his employers' family matters?

So for now, he does his best from where he can help.

Please be there, please be there, please for heaven’s sake be still there.

Among the immense crowd at the entrance of the school, Igawa stops the car and rolls down the window. There are groups of students and families walking out, and he’s about to give up when he’s finally noticed by who he’s been looking for. Motioning from inside the car, he waits until the back door opens and hears the muffled sound of something dropping. Tenma holds his middle school graduation diploma in his hands. He is half slumped over the car seat; legs stretched as he stares blankly at nothing in particular.

“…I thought today was your day off.” He comments flatly.

“A-ah, that! It’s just, uh, Yamada-san suddenly got some urgent matters to attend to and I was already in the area so it was decided.” Igawa looks over the car’s mirror. “So, uh, how… was the ceremony? Did you take photos?”

"It was okay." Tenma responds dully. "Aren’t you going to start the car?"

Igawa stares again at the teen, worry churning in his gut. After all the school Tenma had missed— not his fault or on purpose, Igawa never blamed him for that— the preteen knew how important keeping his attendance up was and he desperately didn't want to be held back. He worked hard to catch up, trying to get to know other students who one day could be called friends. He just wanted some normalcy, to keep whatever regularity in his life he could.

That unfortunately, wasn’t always the case.

After arriving at the apartment, Igawa glances at the clock and bites his lip. He closes the door as gently as he can while watching the young actor walk down to the hall.

Igawa tries to understand the situation. He really does. With a heavy heart, he picks up his cell phone remembering the call, barely an hour ago.

We won’t be able to make it back home today. Congratulate Tenma for us.

“They sent sushi.”

There’s no emotion in the teen’s voice coming from the kitchen. The lights in the living room are still off, the only light coming into the luxurious flat from the opened blinds left by the cleaner that very morning.

"Tenma-kun," Igawa calls, seeing him leave the backpack to the side, blank face as he stared at the feast in front of him. He clears his throat. “Tenma-kun your parents… they couldn’t make it in time, it seems.”

“Mhm.”

No comments. Not a resemblance of surprise in his purple eyes as they eye the beautifully presented food.

“They, um— they told me they were truly sorry and they wish you spent a…” he felt dirty saying it outloud. “…wonderful day! I— I can confirm they’ll see you as soon as their own schedules free them on the—”

“It’s fine, Igawa. See what you can do about the food, I’m gonna go change.” Tenma informs dismissing the matter. He walks away towards his room, still clinging to the diploma like a lifeline, his knuckles almost white. He closes the door and proceeds to seat on the floor, curling up. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut.

He is fine, Tenma tells himself.

He just needs to calm down and change his uniform. He knows Igawa, and he will most likely come to get him if he doesn’t come out soon. There was no way he would make a fuss over it— he was not going to make his own manager worry. Impotence arises when he feels tears gathering in his eyes.

What was he, five?

“T-Tenma-kun?”

A few knocks come from outside the door, and his eyes snap open when he hears his name being called, panic practically oozing out of them.

"One second!" his breathing is erratic, coming out in strangled gasps as he leans over slightly, bracing his hands on his knees tighter. "Just— give me a second!"

Great acting. That was such a blatant lie the soon-to-be summer troupe member didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He also knew Igawa hadn’t believed him. He wasn’t an actor’s agent for nothing -no matter how much of a nervous wreck and worrywart he was.

"…You know what, you can leave, Igawa." he croaks, his voice shattered. “You didn’t even had to come get me and now I’m acting like a child.”

"P-please! You have nothing to be sorry for!" Igawa exclaims. Tenma can’t see his face, yet he can picture it perfectly. He scoffs.

“I’m not that stupid you know. I expected something like this.” He tries to regain control of his voice, but it still sounds heartbreakingly shattered.

Embarrasing.

It wasn’t the first time they hadn’t come to see him. Nor the second one. Not even the tenth one.

But he had worked so hard this last year.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Igawa thinks he might be sick.

Because Tenma was already fifteen. A young actor still rising who worked day and night, whose fame stared in multitude of adverts. But for heaven’s sake he was also only fifteen too, sitting at the moment in the middle of his cluttered bedroom and trying to understand why his parents couldn’t spend one day with him on the day he wasn't working on a movie or practicing for a casting call.

"You know Tenma-kun, You don't always have to be strong. Nobody will think any less of you." The manager mutters.

Tenma barely looks up. The dying sunlight from the lone window in his room cast his face half in shadow, half in warm glow, eyes half masked in tears that had yet to drop.

"You— Tenma-kun you are without a doubt… the strongest person I've ever had the privilege of knowing." He repeats, and feels the teen moving. Not that he can be sure, so he continues talking.

“...Do you— mind if I stay? If you want, of course!” he hopes he doesn’t sound as awkward as he feels. “I, um, can put some plates and eat a bit. S-seems a waste of food, right?”

Tenma doesn’t make a sound, but that wasn't a no, so he stayed.

“Congratulations on your graduation, Tenma-kun.”

 Again, he doesn’t respond, but Igawa hadn't really expected him to.

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Sixteen-year-old Tenma stares at the flyer left on his bed. “Igawa,” he calls as he picks it up and reads the address. “Do I have anything planned after the fitting custom today?”

“Let me double check! Let’s see… it seems that would be the last thing programmed. Were you thinking about doing anything?”

“I want you to drop me in one place. Don’t say anything to my parents.”

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"Do you realize the shame you've cause us? What this offer meant for your career?!"

“Dad, if you only—"

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR EXCUSES!” The hand slamming onto the table makes Tenma’s jaw tightens and scowl.

They have been in the Sumeragi’s household for less than ten minutes and Igawa feels he can barely breathe already. He knew that it was just— just discipline, and Igawa was merely a spectator. A horrified one at that.

Still, he can’t leave the teen to confront this obstacle alone.

"U-um, Eiji… san? Sir?” Igawa weakly intervenes next to Tenma, raising his hand. The tension in the air felt physical and his mouth dry. “M-maybe you should hear him out?"

Sumeragi breaks focus on his son and stares Igawa down, his face unreadably menacing.

"You…” Eiji’s voice is deeper than he remembers, intimidating him more than enough as he gets up from the sofa and points at him. “Lying to us for months... Making us believe whatever you wanted… and for what? What did you gain from this?"

Even though Tenma-kun might have inherited his talent and aptitude from you, he never wanted to depend on that alone. He wishes to push himself with his own strength. He thinks. But that is no appropriate answer, because again, their dynamics have always remained business-like. So he stays silent.

Sumeragi however, doesn’t.

“Tell me who are YOU, of all people— to decide what is best for my son?!" his voice is a raw shriek by now, and before Igawa can process anything, he is grabbed and yanked from the sofa onto the floor.

“DAD!” Tenma gets up as a reflex, wide-eyed and horrified at the view. “Are you— out of your mind?! It’s me! It’s me who told him to lie to you two!”

Igawa hears both of them arguing in the distance. He wishes the situation hadn’t turned like this. Oh, how he wished there was something after all the years he’s been Tenma’s manager and guardian he had had courage to do.

He looks up toward the concerned teenager. Now instead of shiny purple eyes, he sees himself reflected in a sea of fear and anxiousness. “Tell him, Igawa! Please!” Tenma keeps begging him.

He shuts the option down. At this point that would only make things worse, he knows it would make it worse. Igawa stands up.

Who are YOU, of all people— to decide what is best for my son?!

Of course, he knew he wasn’t his father. Nor his family, or friend. But it didn’t matter. It really doesn’t.

“I’m Tenma-kun’s manager. I work to help him reach his dreams.”

“Igawa…” Tenma trembles and Sumeragi barks a laugh.

“His manager, you say… his dreams, you say.” he steps closer, and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “We believed you understood how important Tenma’s future was. That you cared. We thought you knew the amount of work we do is to provide him with everything he might need to have a successful life! All I ever asked in return, Igawa, is for a little respect from MY employee.”

Igawa knows Tenma has never looked happier than where is now. His place is in Mankai, and so he will stand by what he said.

“Look me in the eye when I’m talking to you!”

Sumeragi raises his hand, and Igawa closes his eyes, ready for the impact.

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“Bear it a little bit more… that’s it.” Izumi smiles as she sees the summer actor flinch one last time at the contact the cotton does on his swollen cheek. It’s late at night, so there’s no one in the living room besides them and Igawa. “Did your father hit you because you joined our theatre as you please?”

Tenma feels Igawa tense.

“No, it’s because I refused a movie offer without asking him.” Tenma lies without missing a beat. “I’ve already apologized for it though. And I’ve told him this play is an important step in my career as an actor.”

“Because you don’t have any experience in theatre-?”

“I— um…” Igawa interrupts. Both of them turn to him. “I think Tenma-kun is in good hands. So… I will be leaving now.”

“Oh! Sure, Igawa-san. Thank you for everything.”

He bows to Izumi and heads outside. As he is about to open the car door, a figure comes running out of the dorm. Igawa barely looks at Tenma— he does and is sure will break, the memory flashing through his eyes like a nightmare already.

“You should rest. It’s. It’s been a hectic day and you have school tomorrow.”

“Igawa I—”

"It's fine. We talked plenty with your father. He apologized and so did I, for both of our actions." Igawa mutters faintly. “and you should never do something so—“

Tenma rolls his eyes, like he does everytime he thought Igawa was exaggerating. “I told you, it’s not that big of a deal. In a few days no one will-“

“But it is a big deal, Tenma-kun!” he turns to him, shuddering with the effort of holding back tears. Another thing Tenma used to roll his eyes to. “You were hurt! You can't. You are— precious! You shouldn’t just— do such things without thinking!”

“Well I would do it again!” Tenma shouts back, and Igawa’s stomach flips. “Because it wasn’t your fault. It never was! Because I made you lie and worry all this time for my own selfishness and because I’m sorry!” the waver in his voice makes it all too real.

Igawa had never seen the teen like that. 

“I… I’m sorry, Igawa.” Tenma tries again, voice cracking this time. The summer leader frowns frustrated, not knowing what else to do. “I’m sorry.”

Igawa can't listen to him apologize anymore. He can't see the young teen on the verge of tears. The same boy who at eleven ran to him when he got the main lead in his first drama, the very same little boy who hid in the bathroom of his own apartment for hours until Igawa came and killed that cockroach. All of them make the cluster of emotions already begin to disappear, pulling out like the tide. "Tenma-kun please, no. No, stop. You can't— you can't be sorry for helping me. That's not fair." 

“W-well you can’t either!”

Tenma doesn't say anything after that for a long moment, and neither does Igawa. 

"I just... I got so mad because you weren’t saying anything. Because I had ruined everything. I know it's, it's not been fair for you. It's. It's not. I don't know. I'm sorry." 

Tenma feels pathetic. What kind of explanation was that supposed to be? He notices Igawa steps forward, his hand finding its way to Tenma’s hair, threading fingers through it. He is slow about it and oh so gentle.

"Igawa?"

Tenma looks up, bewildered at Igawa’s gaze. It’s a gaze that he’s seen more and more, as years passed by. 

A softness reserved solely for him. 

Coming from anyone else, it would make him feel uncomfortable. Like pity, leaving him feeling strange and sticky. But on Igawa’s face, Tenma sees the melting-brown-eyes look for what it is. 

Love. 

"Tenma-kun, I’m proud to be your manager. I’ll always be." the man says. His voice comes out clean, just like he always did the few Tenma found himself nervous before an audition. "You are an incredible actor and an even better person. I already know you have what it takes, now you just need to show it to your father. To everyone else. I... promise I’ll be right behind."

And then he's hugging Tenma, incredibly awkwardly and everything of course -because that’s just who Igawa is- but also as though his life depends on it. 

It sinks on Igawa that in the end, Tenma does mean a lot to him. That's why he choose to care about him. On purpose and despite everything, he will care about him.

He notices Tenma takes a while until he hugs him back, equally awkwardly.

"…Sure." Is all he manages to say. Because words cannot properly encompass the emotion building in his chest right now, cannot possibly give meaning to the tears stinging his eyes.

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Mornings tend to get chilly at Mankai. Tenma notices this everytime he has to leave his room early, just enough to feel the wind brush across his skin. It’s not cold, but the wind is brisk. It wants to be known. 

He has a shoot in an hour, so he yawns and stretches his back in front of his room, noticing from upstairs Tasuku arriving from his morning jog and Omi and some other early bird -probably director or Guy- heading towards the kitchen to prepare for the day.

He himself heads towards the courtyard for the bonsai trees zone. His zone. Where five of them stand on intricately designed and expensive ceramic pots.

He’s there for his prized possessions, the reason why he listens to the wind talk so loudly in the morning, ignores the slight chill on his cheeks. To check their soil is rich and dark. To stare and their leaves full and green before leaving the dorm.

“Morning.”

Greeting them had become somewhat of a routine. Now if he imagines hard enough, he can see the leaves open toward him, showing their health in all their waxy green glory.

He checks if there’s anything he needs to pay extra attention to. After all these years, of course, he’s learned how to painstakingly trim branches when they have gotten too unruly. He also counts down the days until he needs to turn the soil, has mapped out the places where they get the most sunlight thanks to Tsumugi, and watches intently for when they start to protest because the rays in the form of dry soil and drooping, crack their leaves.

Yes, Tenma takes pride in seeing them grow. To be the one who is able to help them, to pay them the attention they deserve to become the majestic bonsais he raised from seedlings to saplings.

Then, there’s this bonsai, the smallest of them all: a runt on its own right. It struggles to reach its branches toward the sun, one drinks up water from Tenma’s watering can hungrily. This last bonsai is always his last stop. Always.

It’s a stubborn one. A tree that needs lots of coddling and care. A tree that no matter how many years might have passed, doesn’t grow any taller or bigger or stronger at all.

“Still looking tiny as ever today, uh.” Tenma hums, but he’s speaking softly, lifting with care a stray branch with one hand and holding gardening scissors with the other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d even think you shrunk.” he punctuates his quip with a snip.

Because it is actually fine.

Then the entrance door opens and a pair of panicky and already known into his core steps run towards the courtyard.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Tenma-kun! I forgot the passing cards and had to go back into the office a-and then there was a lot of traffic in the last few blocks so I had to…!”

Igawa’s voice reaches the garden, and the teen stands up. “Well, I’m going.” he mutters to his bonsais. Their brittle leaves move with the wind, a light shimmer covering the surface as if saying take care, see you soon.

“They look healthy.”

He scoffs once he reaches Igawa’s side and gives a proud look back at the garden. “Of course they do. I never do half-hassed jobs, you know that.”

The man gulps down and nods as they head back once again to the entrance. “R-Right!”

“So? What was it today.”

“Well, you have…”

And as he watches the man trying to make sense of the three identical files he carries -he really should label those- warmth floods Tenma’s chest. A smile makes its way into his mouth, and his eyes soften for a few moments. There’s admiration. Respect. Fondness.

Because Igawa was the weirdest manager Tenma had ever had in his acting career. No matter how many years they had spent together he kept apologizing, always nervous and stressed regarding his packed schedule and whatnot. Enough to make the summer leader sight in all honestly.

Other times though, Tenma couldn’t be thankful enough.

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I was so excited to post this because it’s been a WIP for years!! Igawa has always been one of my favorite background characters. He deserves recognition.

Hope you all enjoyed it! Have a wonderful day! 💕

#a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! tenma #a3! igawa #a3 #props to @icharchivist as well #forever in love with your insights icha!

[icharchivist]

okay so. tenma thoughts. like 90% of this is conjecture. so like, I remember I read through act 1 summer in the like. first 3 days of playing a3 or something. was wild. and I remember loving all of the characters and being rly attached to yuki (Gender) and I enjoyed tenma’s dynamic with him + his growth from start to finish! like wow… it’s so cool how he did all that adlibbing for the closing show, and yuki’s “…thanks” at the end was so good!! and then like months later I reread act 1 summer and I was like wait. wait. what the fuck do you mean tenma got a black eye and came back to mankai and went. it’s fine nbd. what??? (side note I think this vaguely reflects how I think tenma might, if ever, think on the situation—he’d be like yeah joining this troupe was a life changing experience and I really grew from it and then years later he’ll be like oh huh the black eye was a little fucked up)

it just like, really interests me since. the story never addresses it again but to me who’s been mulling over the details, it rly… paints a picture? here’s all my rambling conjectures.

like I think I’ve talked abt this already but I’ve been thinking abt the fact that both muku & tenma just… picked up a flyer for romijuli. muku makes sense—he seems to love book and stories and stuff, so I think he’d really like to be around veludo way and theatre? and obviously he likes princes so the concept it totally up his alley. but for tenma all he says is the play is bizarre for the all-male cast, and then he… goes and sees it anyways. I have to imagine it’s not the only play he saw on veludo way… to me I think he must’ve been thinking about his like trauma related to the stage again, and come to veludo way to see if he’d see anything that helped him in that regard. and by chance, he saw romijuli, and was entranced by the adlib for the closing night performance.

so like we can guess vague what brought him to veludo way but. what rly made me think about it again is in act 2 summer, tenma says that prepping for audition, normal summer practice, and training kumon is “nothing” to him, and then igawa says “back then, you couldn’t even sleep” which… hm. my personal thought is that tenma visiting veludo way was specifically done during like. a perhaps self-mandated personal break. because he turns down a movie offer when joining the troupe but igawa makes it sound like tenma’s schedule in his younger years was way more hellish. and seeing as how he’s never been to any school events… nowadays in mankai he gets to go to them, so I have to imagine like. tenmas parents were overseas, he got a magical break from work, decided to capitalize on it, joined mankai, and decided to basically. choose himself a little more. or choose natsugumi as the thing he prioritizes most. and living there actually like… frees up his time in some ways. I mean it’s clear tenma still takes filming work but I’d suspect it’s at a much more healthier rate. im not saying his parents were deliberately overworking him but I am saying that I think tenma was prone to overworking himself and they were like yeah that’s normal.

anyways all of this gets much more :/ when you remember that tenma’s like label / agency is literally “sumeragi agency” and so like his parents like explicitly manage his career. like not just in a parent way in a literal like agency way. and it shows in the way that tenmas parents only realize something is happening when he rejects a movie offer.

which. im obsessed with the exchange where izumi is like. did your dad punch you because you went behind his back? and tenma was like no. he punched me bc i rejected the movie offer without telling him anything about it. like the way he just reframes their relationship as not like a parenting thing but like a Career Thing. I think about it.

and then tenma tells izumi something like. then i apologized, we had a serious talk, and i got him on board. considering that statement we can imagine the series of events went. tenma went home, got IMMEDIATELY punched, apologized with a growing bruise on his face, and then kept it together and talked about his desperation for theatre to his father. it’s like. okay. okay. they’re lucky that somehow the injury healed before it could show up on stage.

and the only time tenma is actually resentful is like, “they’ve ignored my existence long enough as it is? and NOW they decide it’s time to speak?” when they’re coming to get him to quit the play. and I solely believe he would’ve NEVER said something like that out loud unless he felt backed into a corner about not wanting to leave natsugumi + theatre. like he makes that blog post about it even tho he literally didn’t want to sell tickets based on his fame. it’s just rly indicative of a sort of like. desperation he’s feeling. when he returns with a black eye he’s already gotten permission for doing the play which is why I think he’s so calm about it. like he hisses and says the ice pack is cold but he doesn’t once say that his injury hurts.

when they’re finding out abt tenma going behind his parents back, tenma mentions that his parents are basically uncontactable when they’re overseas so igawa’s basically his guardian, which makes it sting all the more when his mother attends the closing night performance and is like tenma! you should call us more often! and his father approves bc he’s like oh tenma you’ve grown as an actor. bc like yeah. he rly only seems invested in tenma’s Career over anything else. this is part of why I think comedy is so good for tenma—he describes that grade school play he messed up at as his first dose of like, real humiliation, and I think like. having great parents who Expect you to be better than them and never fuck up is not the greatest way to cope with failure. what also really gets me is like.

the story doesn’t ever bring this up explicitly, so I assume it’s not an intentional comparison, but the fact that tenma goes to paris for a WEEK and calls yuki while he’s on break from filming is just so. like tenma basically says he can’t contact his parents at all when they’re filming overseas, and here’s tenma, filing overseas, taking the moment to check in on yuki and natsugumi.

i think that’s what really gets me? bc everything you see of tenmas parents r like. they’re impossibly cool and competent movie stars. they’re still out of tenmas acting reach. and then you see tenma and how just. deeply earnest he is and how much he loves mankai and it’s Iike. they don’t know. they don’t know the treasure they have that they haven’t raised.

woooow welcome back :3c

SLJHSJD i remember you being really unnerved by the black eye at the time of your first read tho, i suppose the overwhelming emotions of the rest made you forget about how strongly you initially reacted.

But yeah i could imagine Tenma having the same thought process of like, burrying it at the time because he managed to get such a nice time, that it's only years later that it would catch up to him how fucked up the black eye thing was.

I don't have any like, details and deep dive to say paragraph by paragraph, but i do agree with the timeline of event/the way it probably all ended up happening. Makes a lot of sense with the infos we do have.

Anyway nice catch on the sumeragi agency thing, it must be way more controling and yeah.

And i think that yeah the framing on it being about his carreer probably works both as like, well, a bit of the reality that his family relationship isn't as much a family one as a work one, but also in a way to justify to himself that what happened was because he was unprofessional. Compartimentalizing that it wasn't a father punching a son (reprehensible) but a boss punching an employe (bad, but if the employe misbehaved, it's a ground to discuss) (this is not my thoughts in the parenthesis, but what i think Tenma would think, it's bad either way lol) It creates an emotional distance that's easier to process, especially since his parents set up such a distance on a family standpoint.

Everything you say about him feeling backed in a corner is on point i think. Also completely agreed on the whole next paragraph about how his parents are uncontactable but yet seems to care the moment it is about progressing Tenma's carreer.

Oh the Paris's communication thing you bring up is actually so interesting??? i could totally see it being intentional in a way though, it really puts into perspective how much Tenma considers the troupe his new family and also how he is deliberately distancing himself from the way his parents' raised him. It's fair to think that, like, a lot of the way he was originally behaving with the Summer Troupe is stuff he picked up from filming stuff, but he probably got a lot of it from his parents as well, so him deliberately walking away from the way his parents's taught him how to support (or therefore, lack of support) people, in order to find his own way, deliberately challenging the way his parents had treated him… makes a lot of sense to me.

And god that last paragraph/last sentence is making me teary. yeah. We are built up that his parents are so damn cool and everything as movie stars, but in the end they're terrible parents who don't even know the Tenma we know and love and care about. They don't know the type of person Tenma is nowadays, they probably never discussed it other than on Tenma's accomplishment on stage, rather than Tenma's reframing his whole life.

Man it's just. really sad and heartbreaking. I'm glad Tenma has Mankai now, but talk about shitty parents….

thanks for sharing your thoughts again though <333

#long post for ts #aranarumei #ichafantalks a3 #ichareply

[natsu-tte-noodle]

A3! Translation: Rejection Scene Coaching (The Floral Prince)

Look I’m finally making the card image one instead of two!!

Also for once I was the one who had the card (Floral Prince was my second revival in JP), so I can provide images for this set whoo!  The Floral Prince is a story that I was so so so looking forward to in English, and yet,,, so I’m glad I can provide this instead.  Tenma’s outfit is so blinding lol

The translation is under the cut. If you see anything that doesn’t seem right, please let me know!

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Rejection Scene Coaching

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Yuki: Alright, good work at practice.

Kazunari: Great work, y’all~!

Kumon: I’m hungry~ Sumi-san, let’s eat some onigiri together!

Misumi: Yeah!  Let’s eat~!

Tenma: So the Floral Prince and the princess from the east get married and live happily ever after… that means the Sun Prince is rejected in this show.

Izumi: There isn’t a scene for it, but something like that does happen…

Muku: But I feel like even if he’s rejected, the Sun Prince would put on a brave front in front of the princess. When he’s alone, he gets bitter and cries…

Muku: “Choked-Up Amore!” has a really heartbreaking scene with that sort of development too.

Tenma: I see…

Tenma: Even though there’s no actual scene for it, imagining what he’d do then is part of role study, so I’ll think about it a little.

Izumi: Yeah, I think that’ll be good.

Izumi: Right, when it comes to prince roles, it might be good to go to Tasuku-san for advice.

Tenma: Definitely… I’ll go ask him later.

ー

Tasuku: …hup…!

Tenma: (...oh, Tasuku-san, perfect timing. Is he practicing his football juggling?)

Tenma: (Guess I’ll ask him about what we talked about before.)

Tenma: Tasuku-san! Do you have a second?

Tasuku: Sumeragi? What’s up?

Tenma: You see, there’s something I wanted to ask you about regarding my role study. The prince role I’m doing this time—

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Tasuku: …got it. I think it’s good role study to think about scenes that aren’t actually there.

Tasuku: Well, at any rate, it’ll be easier to imagine if you actually try to move your body, right?

Tenma: What do you mean by “actually”?

Tasuku: Like, trying to go through the sequence of events from proposing to being rejected.

Tenma: Th-That…?

Tasuku: You might get it by doing some etudes. I’ll play along if you do.

Tenma: Huh… got it, I’ll give it a try, then. I’ll be counting on you.

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2

Tenma: “As the prince of the Sun Country, I ask for your hand in marriage. Would you become my bride?”

Tenma: “This won’t be just a princess marrying a prince, though. I’ll make you happy.”

Tenma: “...you don’t want me? But why!?”

Tenma: “There’s no one better for you than me!”

Tasuku: …the proposal was good, but your lines after being rejected were a little weak.

Tenma: I see… should I give it a gap somehow?

Tasuku: Yeah, it could be alright to give it a pathetic twist. For instance—

Muku: Ah…! Tenma-kun already asked Tasuku-san for advice…!

ー

Tenma: “Why!?”

Tasuku: Try to put more tears into it.

Tenma: “...*hic*, why…!?”

Tasuku: Speak more from your stomach.

Tenma: “But I love…!”

Kazunari: Oohh~ that’s our Tenten…! His heartbreaking acting is perf too…!

Yuki: I mean, it’s not like there’s a scene where he’s rejected.

Tenma: Y-You guys, how long have you been…!?

Muku: S-Sorry…! I called everyone over.

Muku: You look so cool when you’re rehearsing, and your performance was great, so I wanted everyone else to see it too, and…

Misumi: Tenma, were you practicing being rejected~?

Kumon: Rejection practice, that’s new for Tenma-san! I wanna try it too!

Kazunari: Sweet! Y’all wanna try doing it together!?

Kazunari: Then, Tax can judge whose rejection performance was best!

Tasuku: I’m interested in seeing heartbreaking acting from the Summer Troupe too. Sure, I’ll play along.

Muku: A rejection performance… I-I’ll do my best!

Misumi: Tasuku, we’re in your hands!

Yuki: I’ll sit this one out. I’m playing the princess, so me doing it would be unnecessary.

Kumon: Then, Yuki can be another judge!

Kazunari: Alright, let’s take turns and start the rejection performances!

ー

Kumon: “Oh my goooooosh!! N…NOOOOOOOOoooo~~...”

Misumi: Ahaha, Kumon’s acting is funny~!

Yuki: The heartbreaking aspect wasn’t really there, though. It’s normal for him to yell “oh my gosh.”

Muku: Comedic rejection acting is good too, right?

Kazunari: With that, everyone’s rejection performances are done, so… Tax, whose performance was the best!?

Tasuku: Well…

Tasuku: In the end, Sumeragi’s performance was best.

Misumi: Wow~!

Kumon: Way to go, Tenma-san! Your acting really tugged at my heartstrings!

Tasuku: Your practice paid off, Sumeragi.

Tenma: Tasuku-san…!

Yuki: Ew, what are you getting all pleased for? And anyway, even if it’s acting it’s pathetic to be good at being rejected.

Tenma: Sh-Shut up…!

STORY CLEAR

#'I'll sit this one out' Yuki you always 'sit this one out' #a3! #a3! translation #tenma sumeragi #tasuku takato #a3! tenma #a3! tasuku

[hajimariwaquartet]

Hi hi hi!!💕 Oh my goodness your a3der swap was so much fun i really had to come here again and let you know!! Oh, have you thought about doing more swap of these? Not to put pressure or anything because there are A LOT of things to take into consideration but i do think you would do such a good job!!

In any case, i loved it. Thank you so much!! 💕

awww thank you!! im glad you enjoyed it!! i was actually planning to doodle a few more scenes (sakuya going "FIGHT ME" to chikage, kumon being blinded by banri's smile, summer troupe hug pile, and fuyugumi getting their own tv show after one of tsumugi's directors sees them and goes "can i get you guys for my new show pleaseplease" ) but im less inclined to draw these days, unfortunately. but i'm planning on writing a fic for this swap au since i have so many things i wanna explore!!

here's a list of stuff i wanna explore in this au!!

sakuya having beef with both chikage and sakyo from main story conflicts + masumi going "hell no" when sakuya approaches him in act 1 for mankai

itaru being the first victim of sakuya's freaky strength

sakuya has a bit of a sore spot for being called short and he raises hell when someone does call him any form of short (midget, kid) and sakyo unfortunately stepped on a landmine when he called him a middle-schooler for his looks and temper (since swap sakuya reminds him of azami so much)

chikage thought his infiltration plan was Good but he didn't think of sakuya being ridiculously perceptive with his true intentions. chikage gets irritated with how eager he is to pick fights with him in particular, and hisoka's like "hey doesn't he remind you of you when you were younger" "shut up."

tenma helping out the summer troupe in their schoolworks and being the introvert adopted into the group of friends

tenma being generally a lot less outspoken and prideful compared to canon, but he's still sharp with acting as ever

tenma going along with misumi's triangle hunts and he finds himself actually enjoying hunts bc misumi makes it so fun

tenma is friends with taichi in this au, since taichi felt bad that he passed the audition that broke the actor tenma sumeragi. taichi hesitates when reni asks him to infiltrate mankai, and tenma's one of the reasons why he can't just bring himself to destroy mankai

swap banri and sakuya contrast and comparison (since both of their first arcs seem to rely on motivation and how it affects someone)

banri being an absolute angel!! and freaking out the readers and audience as well during picaresque, since no one expects the Prince of Hana High to play a gangster and banri not being the fox-faced gangster we know and love

sakuya, masumi, and banri being a legendary trio since no one understands why the hell are they all hanging out (until they learn they're in the same troupe, at least)

banri being motivated by spite to start acting properly, then he actually finds his motivation to act!! thanks to juza getting tired with his "others think this is okay" thinking and telling him off for it

tsumugi being dramatic and an expert on the screen, but kinda clumsy off the camera. imagine him playing a lucimugi role one minute, then he trips over some exposed wires the next minute.

tsumugi being Prideful™️ and a bit of dick too since i think it's interesting to explore a tsumugi like that

fuyugumi saving tsumugi when he forgets his disguise (again) since he's not used to being an actual celebrity (bc veludo theatergoers aren't the rabid type). hisoka and guy pull off some secret agent stuff, azuma charms their way out of the crowd, and tasuku just carries him like a sack of potatoes and runs.

tsumugi maknae (?) sorry i realized that he sorta looked like a kpop idol and i was like 👁👁

#feb answers #omg this got long #sorry i have a lot of a3der swap thoughts

[godza]

tenma sumeragi. hes so funny. imagine idolizing this guy and thinking hes so hot and then kazunari posts an inste story of tenma trying instant noodles for the first time. “theyre so… crunchy?” “hack how long did you cook the water for?” “im supposed to cook it?”

#straight from my google docs. #t #im so not excited to wake up tmrw

[yuzuspace]

the start of everything.

Hi, my name is Yuzu. I like to write sometimes. This is where I come, to retreat into a pseudo-safe space for me to selfishly and indulgently ship myself with fictional people.

Name: Yuzu

I use this name to separate myself from the persona I have created to self-ship, only because I also use the same name online. So to lessen confusion and that I know who you are talking to; she, my sona, is Kai. I, the writer and mod, am Yuzu. There might be times I might refer myself as Kai as it is also the name my friends call me by but if you have any criticisms regarding me, the writer, please address me as Yuzu so that I know that you are referring to me and not my self-shipping sona.

Pronouns: she/they

Age: I'm of legal age. I'm not comfortable sharing how old I am but I'm older than 18. I'm a fucking fossil. (jokingly)

Some FAQs for the curious soul under the cut ♡

What is this blog for? 

I’m too shy to post my self-shipping written works on Ao3. So I figured. This is a good place to start. This is not an imagines blog for A3. This is a writing side-blog for my shameless self-shipping.

You self-ship?? Cringe! Unbased!

I’m cringe but at least I am free and very based, dearest! I live too short of a life to think about who to please! I’m mainly doing works for A3! (the game), specifically with one Summer Troupe leader (Sumeragi Tenma). 

I have other children (my OCs, I do not mean to belittle them but they are my creations therefore, my children. Please do not get weird with me.) that I also use to create wonderful stories with! 

I self-ship with Tenma Sumeragi romantically. I also have an OC for Muku Sakisaka. Feel free to drop asks for them should they tickle some of your braincells.

Sharing? (FUB ok?)

Sharing is totally fine for me, in fact—please! share to me your wonderful creations! All these wonderful fictional beings and you as well, deserve happiness and love! If you are not comfortable seeing my content because you are not a fan of sharing or anything else, feel free to block or mute me!

Do you write or draw?

This account would be mainly for writing but I do draw on the side every now and then on my Twitter account. I do love Tumblr's tag system so much, it's much more efficient on Tumblr than other SNS platforms, truthfully speaking.

Do we have...spicier options?

Well, I am not a stranger to such questions to be honest and yes! I do have a spicier option (for those who aren't following: NSFW content) for all those who thirst, like me! However, I will not be putting it here for now. Those would be for my eyes alone. I might put some out if I feel comfortable enough though ♡

When I do release my more...Cero-D rating-esque works (giggles), I will be tagging it with my own NSFW tag, feel free to blacklist the tag if it ever makes you uncomfortable. Edit: But also because of the Purge, no graphic stuffs. Please, I do not want to post this on Ao3, I am too shy for that.

EDIT EDIT: I forgot to update this but since Community Labels are a Real Thing™️, there’s that too but I also have a NSFW side side acc so I might just end up posting any NSFW works there :D

And please, if you are a minor—do me a favor and DO NOT browse this tag. The future you would thank and praise you as if you were God. I do not want to be held responsible for scarring you or…maybe awaken something in you ._.

In regards to questionable and mature content, I will tag them as such and put the rest under the cut! Please read the tags and heed the warnings! If you don't, don't say I didn't warn you. Please read. Thank you.

I think I've met you on Twitter! Oh my gosh, hi!

Hm! Isn't that wonderful, welcome to my hell-hole, albeit more...indulgent, I suppose. I'm no writer supreme but I try to enjoy the fruits of my labor :) Please, please! Enjoy your stay, send in an ask and let me know who you are on Twitter, I'd love to chat with some familiar names.

Hey, there's something you did that doesn't really sit well with me...

Oh, hi there! Please talk to me through my inbox/DMs! I'd prefer for us to come to an understanding through a discussion. No need to make the threads or the call-out posts, please. If this is something that can be resolved and be bettered through educating my un-informed self, please have a chat! We'll smoothen out the things, dearest.

I have a question unanswered, actually.

Well, don't be a stranger! Feel free to drop in my ask box anytime! I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible, or as soon as my academics permits. ♡

And that is about it! Thank you so much for coming this far ❤ I hope you enjoy your stay! (❁´◡`❁)

#happy first post <3 #outer yuzuspace

[nanamisflowerfield]

This is my first time requesting something here, I'm sorry if I did something wrong 😣

Could I request a3! Headcanons for Azami and Tenma walking in on there s/o eating a lemon, and not even flinching, I do this sometimes and I thought it would be fun to suggest!!

I love your work, I'm sorry again if I did something wrong!! 💕

You did it great, sweety!!❤️ And omg, you have a great hidden talent! I wish I could do the same thing! I hope that you like it and have a great day!

🌻 Tenma grumpily walked through the door of his room, leaving a sighing Yuki behind. 🌻 Now entering your room to talk to you about his newest problems and the next play, his feet stopped immediately. 🌻 A frown took over his face, as the orange-head stared shocked at you. W-Were you eating a lemon right now? Wasn’t it too sour for you? 🌻 “Oh, hey Tenma.” You greeted him, smiling for a second at your boyfriend, before your turned to your lemon, continuing to eat it without flinching. 🌻 “A-Are you alright, (y/n)?” Worriedly that something has to be wrong with you, he had asked you. “Nope.” You had popped the p in the word, finishing the lemon that you had held in your hand. 🌻 Slowly, Tenma walked backwards, mouth still apart by what he had seen right now, he left your room, making you shrug your shoulders.

💄 Azami cared for you a lot, which might be the reason your boyfriend had told you to eat many healthy things like citrus fruits, vegetables and more. But he could have never expected to see you eating a lemon, as if it would be fries… 💄 “(y/n), have you seen maybe my newest make-up I had bought yesterday?” He asked, opening the door of your room. 💄 You were sitting on your comfy chair, watching a video, while eating the lemon, not even flinching like Taichi had, when Itaru scolded at him that he should have eaten more healthier food than his beloved fast-food. 💄 “It’s good that you are eating it, but… Isn’t it sour, (y/n)?” Had the black-haired actor asked you, nearing you, before you stopped the video. 💄 “No, I usually do this often.” You put the lemon down, asking him if he needed help in searching for the object, he had tried to find a few seconds ago, making him shake his head. 💄 “It’s alright… Enjoy your lemon.” He raised his eyebrow, leaving your room.

#a3 imagines #a3! #a3! game #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3 x reader #a3 imagine #a3! imagines #a3! x reader #sumeragi tenma imagine #sumeragi tenma x reader #tenma sumeragi x reader #tenma sumeragi #sumeragi tenma #azami izumida imagines #izumida azami x reader #azami izumida #azami izumida x reader #izumida azami

[imaginesfora3]

12 for tenma? The kiss whoever u want if I'm looking at the right list... tq!

Sumeragi Tenma: 

You weren’t upset.

You couldn’t stress that fact enough. You had watched Tenma, in character, kissing the lead actress in his newest tv show over and over again. You saw the hesitance, the shy behavior as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to hers, your head swimming as you imagination ran wild. How close to real life was that? Tenma was certainly confident, especially when given time to practice, but how often had he practiced kissing? Did he practice with the actress opposite of him for this show, late hours spent in his dressing room, wanting to get the scene just right?

You weren’t upset. Or jealous.

“Why are you mad at me?!”

Tenma didn’t get it! He just couldn’t wrap his head around why you were acting so hot and cold with him. One-minute things were normal between you and you regarded him just like you did anyone else in Mankai, the next you were glaring daggers like he was some cheating boyfriend who wouldn’t stop coming around.

“I’m not mad! You saying I am is what’s making me mad!”

“So, you are mad?!” Tenma just didn’t get it, he never had, why couldn’t you just be straight-forward with your feelings? That was certainly the pot calling the kettle black but he ignored his own nature for a moment, instead focused on discovering the source of the problem with you. He didn’t want to fight like this, it made him feel down for some odd reason, but he couldn’t fix a problem that he couldn’t figure out to begin with.

“You’re welcome to kiss whoever you want! Why should I care?!”

Okay, now it really felt like you were having two different conversations.

Who had Tenma even kissed for you to say this? He wasn’t the type who would just go around kissing anybody, the only one he’d really ever thought about kissing was you! You, the person who was yelling at him about some imaginary kiss he had with another person? He was desperately trying to pick apart what situation you could be talking about when he heard a familiar jingle coming from the TV, turning to look at it with a curious stare. It had been that romcom he’d been on for only a season, playing one of many boyfriends to the main character who was working out exactly what type of man she wanted. He had agreed to do it because of the new opportunities it offered him, being in a different type of show would help him extend his range, but he did remember being mildly uncomfortable at all the physical touching the show required.

“You’re jealous over a show?”

“Who said I was jealous? That’s the opposite of what I am! Didn’t you hear me? You can kiss whoever you want!”

“I didn’t choose to kiss her it was just in the script!”

“Well, if the script said jump off a bridge would you do it?!”

Now this argument was dissolving into a childish back and forth, Tenma frowning as he wondered why you were so hurt by a staged kiss. It hadn’t even been a real kiss, at least he didn’t want to count it as being his first kiss when he didn’t have real feelings for the person he was kissing. Those romance scenes were all business to him and he wished he could explain that to you without sounding like some heartless jerk, but it seemed like he had dug himself into a hole.

“I don’t want to kiss just anyone,” Tenma mumbled unhappily, “I want to kiss you and that’s it!”

“That’s… that’s it? You’ve met countless beautiful celebrities and I’m the only one on your ‘want to kiss’ list?!”

Tenma had just said one of the most embarrassing things he possibly could in hopes of derailing the conversation and your jealousy but instead it spiraled further. His face grew hot the more frustrated he became, reaching out to grab your shoulders so you’d stop looking anywhere but at him. His grip, though demanding your attention, was still soft as he would never want to hurt you even unintentionally. There’s silent pleading in your eyes that caused you to pipe down, your need to joke in the awkward situation being silenced for the sake of his sanity.

“Just you.”

“Just… just me…” It was your turn to feel embarrassed. “You’ve never said anything like that before. Why haven’t you kissed me, then?”

“Like it’s that easy?!” You really had to be out of your mind to think Tenma could just do whatever popped into his head, if he could, you’d probably already be in an established relationship by now. “And what about you?”

“I, uh, well… Some people don’t just yell their secrets in the middle of a hallway, you know? Just because you gave up yours-“

“That’s not fair! Am I not on your list?!”

You kissed and made up in the end, figuratively, unfortunately.

If you were going to allow Tenma to kiss you than he was going to make sure the moment was far more romantic than whatever had just transpired between you.

#Sumeragi Tenma #Tenma Sumeragi #A3 #act! addict! actors! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3 act addict actors #a3! #a3 imagines #a3 x reader #sumeragi tenma x reader #tenma sumeragi x reader #scenario #prompt list

[7-oh-ta1]

POV: you've never had someone to share things big or small with and now you've got someone who's equally excited to receive whatever you're handing them (bonus: they've never had someone who wanted to share things with them before)

#no one touch me i'm emotional #this ended up being a lot cuter than i was even imagining 😭😭😭 #me: I'm not gonna post more taiten | also me: #a3 #a3!; taichi nanao #a3!; tenma sumeragi #taiten

[finch-writes]

summer troupe & back hugs

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

tenma: Absolutely Not What The Hell Would He Do That For. kidding, mostly - but he is unlikely to hug you from behind. he will, however, spontaneously combust and then just kinda melt if you hug him from behind! please do it. it'll be funny.

yuki: listen, the closest you've gotten is being measured for a costume. not super comfortable with backpack hugs unless it's from one or two very specific people - but there is a tiny chance that he might as long as you don’t ever call attention to him doing it.

muku: generally only if he needs comfort, and it's mostly to get your attention so you can turn around and hug him properly. probably won't do it when there are others around because it's such an obvious show for "please help".

misumi: backpack hugs with his arms around your shoulders instead of your waist! congrats you now have a sumi cape. just drops his whole body weight into the hug dude what the fuck. loves being hugged from behind though!

kazunari: slightly more likely to come at you from the side and pull you in to him with an arm around your waist, but can definitely be known to hug from behind! another one that loves being backpack hugged.

kumon: PRIME OFFENDER. THIS JACKASS (AFFECTIONATE) WILL HUG YOU FROM BEHIND AND EVEN PICK YOU UP IF HE KNOWS YOU'RE COOL WITH IT. thinks it's hilarious, genuinely very cuddly, extremely chill with having it done to him. pats his cheek affectionately.

#a3! actor training game #a3! imagines #a3! x reader #summer troupe #my writing #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo