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jujumin-translates · 2 years

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Event | Literary Impasse | Chapter 1

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Student A: …So this is it. I’m glad you’re going to make it in time for the announcement.

Student B: I wondered what was napping along the way.

Student A: Thanks for your help.

Tsuzuru: We’re not quite done yet. But I’m still not used to seeing you in suits.

Student A: And I’m not used to wearing one.

Student B: They’re so stiff. And hot too.

Tsuzuru: Is the briefing after this?

Student A: Yeah.

Student B: I’ve also gone to two briefings and visited alumni before.

Student A: Wow, seriously?

Tsuzuru: Both of you are already doing great.

Student A: You’re even more impressive for writing the script for your theater company that won that award, Minagi.

Student B: You’ve already got your career path set, dontcha? I’m kinda jealous.

Student A: You’re gonna be a writer after you graduate, right?

Tsuzuru: Ah, well, of course I’d like to keep writing.

Student B: That’s pretty cool. I still can’t even decide what field I want to be in.

Student A: When did you decide to be a writer, Minagi?

Tsuzuru: What is this? An interview?

Student B: Ahaha. I just like to ask people about their origin stories often.

Tsuzuru: (But my origin story is a script for a play about a kappa that I wrote with Mizuno…)

Tsuzuru: I think a big part of it is that I’ve loved stories since I was a little kid. I love fantasy stuff and I’ve been reading books in the library my whole life.

Tsuzuru: In elementary school, I would tell the other students about the characters in my stories, and I would write down ideas for more original stories and stuff in my notebook.

Tsuzuru: Now that I think about it, I was almost always kind of absentminded. Maybe I was a bit of a hazardous kid.

Student B: Eeh, so you’re like a genius.

Student A: Your talent has really been blossoming since then.

Student B: Ah, it’s about time, I should go.

Student A: I’ll leave too.

Tsuzuru: Ah, good luck.

Student B: Later.

Student A: See ya.

*Footsteps*

Juza: --Tsuzuru-san.

Tsuzuru: Hey. You wanna have lunch now?

Juza: Sure. Who were those guys from just now…?

Tsuzuru: Fellow seminar students from the literature department.

Juza: What was with the suits?

Tsuzuru: They’re job hunting right now and they’re about to have a company briefing session.

Juza: Huh.

Tsuzuru: I’ve been telling them a lot about career paths after graduation lately.

Juza: I thought you were gonna make a livin’ writing scripts?

Tsuzuru: Of course I’d love to do that, but I don’t really feel like a professional yet. Even though I’m starting to get paid as an in-house writer.

Tsuzuru: And ever since RomiJuli, I’ve been able to write scripts the way I want to write them, and I think I’m pretty happy that I have everyone’s approval.

Tsuzuru: So, honestly, I don’t think I’m professional enough for it yet.

Tsuzuru: I’ve been telling myself lately that I need more experience in different places to be considered professional.

Tsuzuru: When I wrote the script with Madoka for the GOD-za performance, I learned a lot about writing with Kamikizaka-san’s needs in mind.

Tsuzuru: That’s when I started teaching writing outside the company.

Juza: It’s true that I’ve been able to learn a different approach ‘n perspective on things at MANKAI from bein’ guest actor for Yuzo-san’s troupe.

Juza: I’m learnin’ a lot.

Tsuzuru: Really? I think I could use an experience like that.

Juza: …Well then, why dontcha discuss it with the Director?

Tsuzuru: I should do that. Just teaching won’t get me anywhere.

Juza: I wanna see even more different plays written by you, so I support ya.

Tsuzuru: Thanks.

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Director: As of now, I feel like we should talk about the schedule if the ninth plays.

Tsuzuru: Understood.

Director: If you would, scriptwriter and lead actor.

Tsuzuru: I got a lot of support from everyone at the last Spring Troupe meeting, so I’ll do my best.

Tsuzuru: It’s been a while since I’ve had a lead play, so I’m still thinking about the script and what themes I want to use.

Director: I hope you’ll eventually be able to find a theme that suits you, Tsuzuru-kun.

Tsuzuru: --Speaking of that, I’ve been thinking about my future as a writer after graduation lately.

Director: I see.

Tsuzuru: I want to challenge myself to write more diverse scripts to be able to grow as a professional writer.

Tsuzuru: Of course, I’m still the happiest to write scripts for everyone at MANKAI.

Tsuzuru: But I think being in an environment where I’m able to write exclusively what I want isn’t going to help me grow.

Tsuzuru: Everyone else is doing guest performances and stuff to grow as actors, so I’d like to try my hand at it.

Director: I see…

Director: If that’s the case, I’d love to give you a challenge that rewards your ambitions, Tsuzuru-kun…

Director: You’re good at taking into account the needs of others and writing for others too, so I think you're well suited for writing outside the company.

Director: Come to think of it, Hoshii-san even complimented you back during KniRoun.

Tsuzuru: Ah… I’m glad for that, But I didn’t actually have that much experience then and I feel like I didn’t really earn that.

Director: You’ll never know unless you try.

Director: I have a lot of contacts from other theater companies and I’m willing to make referrals to them if you’d like.

Tsuzuru: Thanks! I’ll take anything, even if it’s unpaid at first!

Director: If you want to do this as a career, you shouldn’t sell yourself so cheaply.

Director: And as general director of MANKAI Company, I’m not selling our in-house writer for so cheap either.

Director: I’d rather sell you for what you’re worth, so leave it to me!

Tsuzuru: Thank you… I’ll be sure to count on you.

Tsuzuru: (It’s very like the Director to let us take on these sorts of challenges, not only for the benefit of the troupe, but the individual members too…)

Tsuzuru: (I need to make sure I give back to the company, including by leading the ninth play.)

Sakuya: Ah, Director, do you have a minute?

Director: Sure, what’s up?

Sakuya: The schedule for my upcoming guest performance has been finalized, so I just sent it via LIME.

Director: Thanks. I’ll check it out after this.

Sakuya: Sorry, did I interrupt your meeting?

Tsuzuru: We just finished talking, so don’t worry.

Sakuya! Actually, we were just talking about Spring Troupe’s ninth performance.

Sakuya: Ah, did you decide on something!?

Tsuzuru: No, not yet.

Sakuya: I’m looking forward to you being the next lead, Tsuzuru-kun.

Sakuya: Of course I love all your scripts, but your leading role in Clockwork really left an impression on me…

Tsuzuru: When you say stuff like that, there’s no way I can let you down.

Sakuya: I’m looking forward to working with everyone in Spring Troupe for our new production! We’re all huge fans of your scripts, after all!

Tsuzuru: Haha, thanks.

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Outing Event Translation - Elegant Vacation (3/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Kazunari: Alright… now for the big reveal.

Taichi: …Gulp…

Citron: …Golf.

Tsuzuru: I think there was something off about yours, Citron-san…

Homare: I already know the results without you telling me. However, by all means, let us know.

Kazunari: For the lottery for the stage at the resort pool I applied for the other day… Ooh… We were chosen~!!

Taichi: A-awesome! We did it~!

Izumi: It’s amazing that we actually won!

Tasuku: Luck was on our side, huh?

Kazunari: We were seriously ultra miraculously lucky! Anyways, I gotta tell the resort pool know what we’re gonna do. I wanna hear everyone’s ideas~!

Tasuku: We discussing this before, but wouldn’t performing a play be best?

Homare: That’s simply what you wish to do, Tasuku… Is what I’d like to say. However, I agree. I was totally on board as well when I heard about the play at the pool, after all.

Taichi: Remember that suggestion about actin’ in our swimsuits? That sounds super fun, so I’d totally be down~!

Citron: Let’s show everyone a sizzling hot summer stage!

Izumi: What do you think, Tsuzuru-kun?

Tsuzuru: Actually, I jotted some ideas down in my notebook after talking with everyone the other day. Even if we weren’t chosen this time, I figure we could use it somewhere else someday…

Kazunari: That’s Tsuzurun for ya~!

Citron: How defendable.

Tasuku: By that you mean dependable.

Homare: So then, it’s settled that all of us shall perform a play for the stage event.

Taichi: Yep!

Tsuzuru: Ah, I checked out the stage when I was coming up with topics. Apparently, it’s designed so you can enter the pool from the stage. I guess it’d be possible to get in the pool during the play too?

Homare: Oh, that’s splendid! That certainly sounds fresh and fun.

Izumi: All the more reason to leave the the costumes as swimsuits in that case. I’ll discuss it with Yuki-kun later.

Kazunari: Oui, oui! Alright, I’ll contact the facility once we’ve come to an agreement.

-pause-

Izumi: It’s great that everyone seems to be looking forward to the resort pool, right?

Homare: Indeed, I am glad we invited them. Speaking candidly, I am looking forward to it very much as well.

*door opens*

Kazunari: Ah. Great timing, you two!

Izumi: Kazunari-kun, what’s up?

Kazunari: I was thinking of contacting everyone later, but I let the facility know what we’re planning to do. And then they asked whether we’d come do a read-through in advance! If you’re doing a play, then all the more reason to—they said!

Izumi: Really? I thought a read-through would be necessary too. That’d be great if they’ll let us.

Homare: Mhm. If we look at the actual stage, then I’m sure many different ideas for the play will spring forth. Before all of us play together, let us preview it first!

Kazunari: Hell yeah ♪

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purplebirdsees · 1 year

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Warm-up 1: Whatever - Part 1

Hello! I am Citron! Yes, again!

Remember my notes? If yes, good job! If no, why?

Thanks!

(citronslation: basically, this is kind of an excerpt of this piece of fiction, written by my boy tsuzuru. you don’t need to read it to understand this one but pls do bc quality of life u get me yeah. ok. thanks.)

(footnotes were not made by tsuzuru, unless stated otherwise) (theyre mostly itaru)

Children, without exaggeration, are horrible beings.1

It’s always those kids you just stumble on, maybe in a convenience store, or in an absurdly long line from the cash register, or even during church, especially during Sunday Church (my parents aren’t Catholic, but my grandparents father’s side is). As soon as I step foot on the Church’s white and gold tiled floor, my immediate response is to look around on every single pew for someone who may look like my age. I’d feel relief if they were sitting out of sight, but if they weren’t.… Well, usually, I’d try to avoid eye contact as much as I can, but whenever I accidentally glance at them, they’d always have that smug look, with the straightest posture, and the loudest, most obnoxious singing. Sometimes, when they’re near enough for me to hear, I’d catch a few words they’d whisper loudly to their parent. Usually, it would be along the lines of, ‘We’re going to (insert fast food chain name here) after this, right?’ like it added to this nonexistent leader board on who is the best kid in Church.2

I could go on and on about my horrible Church experiences, but somehow, none of those were the ones that struck a nerve more than that one time in a bookstore.

It was a week before classes started, and as much as my parents wanted to scrounge as much of last year’s school materials, the pens and notebooks either had only a sliver left of its use or was completely depleted. Mom had to double check it though, as she gathered all we had in a cardboard box. After her third inspection, she said she could debone the frayed used notebooks to separate as much of the blank papers to make new notebooks. Which was the reason why she decided that dad was the one who should do the shopping instead, which in the end he did do, but we had to try to convince her that the old and used were completely unusable and should be left to retire. After a few prying and pleading, we were able to sell the whole box to the waste courier.

I was appointed to go with dad to the bookstore; the others had to help mom with the kitchen… and to make sure she won’t chase the waste courier and end up blending up all the notebooks into a pulp to make new paper.

She did this before, but her faux notebooks were extremely unusable because the paper was too thick, and for some reason, felt a little wet and made the ink bleed into the pages. During the first week of classes, my school bag smelled of wet dog, and every time I had to take down notes, I wish I didn’t. The moldy smell would make my seatmates turn their heads away from my direction. Even the resident class clown once remarked how ugly the cover of my notebook was, saying it looked like his grandmother’s post-chicken pox skin, puss and all. One afternoon, just as I was about to arrive home after school, I remember passing by Tadoru and Meguru sitting by the riverside, their backs hiding their guilt ridden yet determined faces. At that point I knew, and the absence of the wet, moldy dog fur smell was enough evidence.

Like an unspoken vow, we made sure we never, under any circumstance, let mom DIY anything. 3

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1 Understatement. They’re dickheads, actual hellspawn. I have never met a kid who was genuinely kind, they ALWAYS have an agenda at the back of their pea-sized brains. I’m qualified to say this because I’ve been a tutor example? Sure, but im tired so no (actuallly I don’t have to prove myself you literally juST READ A PRIME EXAMPLE WHY)

2 When they say yes, ding-ding-ding! Wow! His parents ACTUALLY love him enough to buy him food! As if that isn’t the lowest bar, bare minimum a parent should do f[word redacted due to profanity] mot[word redacted due to profanity] why don’t I f[words redacted due to vulgar language] mom then once im your step dad ill kick[words redacted due to vulgar language] space until yo[words redacted due to vulgar language]eath

3 [tsz] wording feels awkward/weird

part 2

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icharchivist · 1 year

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Would Belial in a3 be a disaster or a good chance for him to get free therapy/minions

IT WOULD BE A DISASTER NO!!!!!!

Listen he's a bloody killer and a whore, the only people who could maybe handle him is like. The combo Winter/Autumn Troupe.

Ok so like more serious answer, it would still be a disaster because Belial is still another level of fucked up. Even when you remove the murders and the apocalypse and everything the guy's whole thing is to try to disgust people by how twisted he is.

Which means that if he gets to meet the Spring Troupe, he'd be met imediately with resistance of the Spring Adults doing everything to protect Sakuya's and Masumi's purity at all cost. (Tsuzuru is already a lost cause). Chikage would not hesitate to try to kill him if he misteps.

with Summer? I feel like those kids will be enough in their own world and logic they wouldn't calculate him much, but Muku and Tenma run the risk of getting flustered or really feeling bad if Belial says hurtful things. I believe in Yuki's roasting session but i wouldn't want to put it on a 14yo's shoulders to handle Belial.

Now Autumn. At least with Autumn i know they'd punch him in the face and maybe that'd humble him a little. The passive agressiveness would be off the chart. I'm sure Sakyo has a gun. But i feel they might be the troupe to handle him since they're the troupe all about regrets and moving past them and all. I just don't see any of them vibing with him.

And Winter is the wildcard because well. We have Team Psychological Warfare over here. The only person who might be fragile to Belial being an idiot is Tsumugi and if Belial hurts Tsumugi the whole troupe is going to try to kill him. Hisoka would just ignore it and go to sleep. Tasuku is pissed and just wants to be freed from it. Guy isn't registering much of anything Belial says probably. the wildcards are Homare probably hearing Belial say the wildest things and go "*pulls out a notebook* can you repeat that i might be able to use it in my poetry" before suddenly reciting poetry Belial would be ????. and Azuma because i believe Azuma would try to out-gross him, sexual innuendo-wise. Like Azuma would smile slyly and go aww so cute, he'd be totally unfazed by his grossness and would probably play by the same rules against him.

So as a result the only one who might be able to humor Belial long enough that eventually it might turn to therapy would be our local cuddle thearpist, Azuma.

But i genuinely don't know if Belial could be improved upon with the love and care the Mankai company is known for. He's too much of a lone wolf for it, even with their best efforts i think it wouldn't work out.

So so, i think it would be a disaster, with hands down on Chikage and Sakyo teaming up to try to kill him, and only Azuma could best him. That's my opinion at least.

I'm resting my case your honor.

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prideoftheknights · 2 years

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Literature Impasse — 文学隘路【Chapter 6】

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[Typing SFX]

Tsuzuru: ……No, as expected it’s not right.

[Typing SFX]

Tsuzuru: ……

……

Urgh… This one isn’t good either.

Hah… I’m stuck with a blank slate because I keep erasing everything every time I write something.

It’s okay, I don’t have to write something today.

???: That’s right.

Ennis: “It may be a universal experience to write out a whole story with a single brush.”

“But it doesn't have to be the same for you.”

“Just as a quartet piece cannot be played on a single violin, the story you write may—”

Tsuzuru: That’s right. Just because I’m the only writer doesn't mean I have to write my stories in solitude.

Ennis: Exactly.

Tsuzuru: …I can’t even write in my dreams, huh. How befitting of me.

But I’m actually like that in real life.

(I'm just an ordinary guy who loves stories. I haven't lived an extraordinary life that I can tell people about.)

(I don't have any unique sensibilities, nor do I have a rich vocabulary or specific knowledge.)

(I haven't always written stories based solely on what I’ve experienced.)

.......If you can't find the answer within yourself, you have to go look for it somewhere else. You can rely on someone else.

……It’s about time to leave.

Tsuzuru: Ah, over here—

Mizuno: Please wait a moment!

Tsuzuru: No, you can't go undercover here! You're gonna get kicked out.

Mizuno: I-I understand. I’ll wear this at least..... So the favour you’re asking of me is……

Tsuzuru: Actually, there's something I'd like to discuss with you.

Tsuzuru: …So that’s my situation.

Mizuno: …I see.

Tsuzuru: Well, it was a long time ago, so I'm sure your memory is hazy……

I hope you could give a shot at remembering. Don't worry if you don't remember any of it. It's the same for me.

Mizuno: No way I would ever forget such a precious memory!

Tsuzuru: Eh…?

Mizuno: I remember vividly how the story came to be completed, because I've thought about it a in the past.

Tsuzuru: Really? Please, tell me.

Mizuno: I-I understand. If that’s the case then…

But, that’s…… It’d be too disrespectful……

No, but……

Tsuzuru: ???

Mizuno: ……A-Alright.

If that's the case...... There is something I would like to show you, Tsuzuru-kun...

Mizuno: I'm sorry, please wait at the entrance for a moment!

Tsuzuru: That's fine, but you don't have to worry about it being messy y'know?

......

Mizuno: Sorry to keep you waiting!

Tsuzuru: I didn't even wait for more than ten seconds...

Mizuno: Please come in!

Tsuzuru: It's so spacious....... It's really clean too.

Hey, um, isn't that picture frame flipped the other way round kinda weird–

Mizuno: You don't have to worry about it!

Tsuzuru: I-Is that so?

(It's really strange to look at, but I won't get into it. Or rather, don't tell me... He was turning this around earlier...?)

Mizuno: Please come to the sofa! Oh, would you like a cup of tea?

I can get you mineral water, sparkling water, drip coffee, espresso, cafe latte, cafe mocha. For teas I have Assam tea, Darjeeling tea......

Redbush tea, blackberry leaf tea, oolong tea, jasmine tea, Sencha and Hojicha, barley tea, black bean tea, corn tea, and more!

Tsuzuru: That's way too many.

Just regular coffee is fine with me.

Mizuno: Of course!

Tsuzuru: So, what is it you wanted to show me……?

Mizuno: You used to draw a lot in the past, right?

Tsuzuru: Oh, actually, I still draw sometimes.......

Mizuno: Really!? I want to see it next time!

Tsuzuru: It's usually just doodles so I just throw them away.

Oh? Hey, that kappa... Could it be...?

Mizuno: It's a drawing done by Tsuzuru-kun.

At the time, we were both discussing ideas for a play for a birthday party during our recess, when it suddenly came to Tsuzuru-kun......

It was drawn not in Tsuzuru-kun's usual notebook, but in my Japanese notebook that I just so happened to have.

"Let's make this guy the main character".

Tsuzuru: I see. But, why a kappa...

Mizuno: There was a rumour at school that kappa would appear along the river bank where we used to pick dandelions together.

When I was scared, Tsuzuru-kun said that if they really existed, we could become friends, and then he drew this kappa.

From there, the story of the kappa and the boy becoming friends was born.

Tsuzuru: So that's how it all started.

Still, I'm surprised you remembered.

Mizuno: I did because it's a precious memory.

Tsuzuru: ...Sorry I forgot about you, kappa.

(......So I didn't write that script with just my own ideas after all.)

(I wanted to write it because it's a story that came from my conversation with Mizuno.)

This notebook... I'm surprised you kept it.

Mizuno: I thought it would be a valuable resource for Tsuzuru-kun when he finally publishes his autobiography, so I kept it in a safe place.

Tsuzuru: Autobiography!? Just now, I said that like it's been settled on, but I don't actually have plans to make one.

Mizuno: B-But now that this opportunity has come along, of course I will give this back to Tsuzuru-kun……!

Tsuzuru: No, keep it. It was Mizuno's Japanese notebook to begin with. Say, I'm sorry I scribbled in there without permission.

Mizuno: No, don't be! It has become a family heirloom!

Tsuzuru: If you don't mind Mizuno, you can keep it. If you don't need it anymore then you can throw it away.

Mizuno: I would never throw this away......!

But if Tsuzuru-kun says so...... Then I'll keep it in a safe place. Thank you very much.

Tsuzuru: (Tei is still stuck trying to create a story all by himself too. Even if that's the case, as expected, Sakuya's matter is......)

This has been very helpful. Thank you. Thanks for the coffee too.

Mizuno: Don't mention it! If there is ever anything else that I can do for you, please let me know anytime. I will do my best!

Tsuzuru: I'm counting on you. I'll be heading home now.

Mizuno: All the best.

......

Sigh......

(My poster with an enlargement of Luke's bromide...... I'm glad Tsuzuru-kun himself didn't see it.)

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romijuli · 2 years

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Oh right I came on here for an actual reason which was to say that hopefully I can attend THIS con without a fuckin boot on my foot—

#‘hopefully’ because I’m accounting for all possibilities #anyway if you see a dweeb walking around zenkaikon with a Sakuya plushie and a Tsuzuru button that’s me #possibly a pen and a notebook if I can scrounge together a half decent izumi outfit

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lcs-library · 2 years

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Spending Valentine’s Day with Mankai!

🌸Spring troupe🌸

Sakuya

🌸A very traditional lad

🌸Buys you the basics: chocolate, flowers, and a small stuffed animal

🌸He also makes you breakfast, although it doesn’t exactly turn out…

🌸“Ah, I didn’t think you’d be up this early!! I tried to make breakfast for you… oh, you don’t have to try and help fix it, it’s fine!”

🌸Boy didn’t even know what hit him when you started picking up the burnt food, throwing it away, and starting a new dish.

🌸“Thanks for that. Oh, give me a sec… here! Happy Valentine’s Day, dear!”

🌸He has this dazzling smile on his face when he hands you his gifts, and you’re almost in tears with how happy and proud he is of himself.

🌸You ignore setting up a new meal in favor of trapping the sweet boy in a bone-crushing hug and a kiss on the forehead as thanks as he blushes

🌸“Oh, and I got you one more thing…”

🌸He softly whispers as he gives you a small peck on the cheek, releasing it with a loving smile

🌸“Hehe. I love you.”

Masumi

🎧Don’t try and tell me he wouldn’t put a bow on his head and say that he’s your present

🎧“Oh, you’re finally here. As you can see, I’m your present this year, so use me how you’d like.”

🎧Boy is so surprised when all you really want from him is just some cuddles and kisses

🎧“Just that? Hm, at least it’s better than nothing. Just keep in mind that I want some affection from you too, okay?”

Tsuzuru

🖋️Genuinely forgot about Valentine’s Day

🖋️So when you go to give him a new notebook, he asks what the occasion is.

🖋️“Hm? Oh, you bought this for me? Thanks, sweetheart, but you didn’t have to. Is there any special reason you did this? You know my birthday isn’t until April, right? Oh. OH. Oh nononono I fucked up.”

🖋️He promptly sets down everything he’s doing and sits you down on the couch to cuddle.

🖋️“Hey, no, come here. You’re not going to take care of me today, you do that every day. Today’s about you now, so get in here and I’ll order some food for us. What do you want?”

🖋️After the initial squabble, you decide on something to eat and hold each other close on the couch, with very few words in between the small kisses Tsuzuru placed around your face.

🖋️“I told you I’d spoil you with kisses back on POCKY DAY. Pocky day! That was in November and I never followed through! You’re getting them now, so you’re gonna sit still and let me spoil you a bit. It’s the least I can do with how horribly I’ve been doing lately.”

🖋️Just a very chill Valentine’s Day, and it was very enjoyable.

Itaru

🎮Got you a game specifically so he could play with you, the little shit.

🎮He sits you in his lap, turns on the console, and hands you a controller

🎮When you ask what he’s doing, he only replies with a “You’ll see.”

🎮He boots up a two-player rpg, and he tells you that he plans to finish it with you in one go.

🎮So that’s how you end up spending your day, but of course, Itaru being Itaru, there’s a bit of a catch.

🎮Every time you enter a particularly hard spot or boss battle, he starts kissing you all over to make it ten times more difficult than it already was.

🎮“Hm? You didn’t think I sat you here for no reason, did you? Heh, but you still wanna stay. Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this, right?”

🎮Evil bastard man I love him

Citron

🍋Waking up on Valentine’s Day with him was, well, a surprise to say the least

🍋“Good morning, darling!”

🍋You were fighting for your life as you tried to sputter out a reply, but struggled due to the rose petals that had been thrown all over you.

🍋Apparently, Citron thought it was a good idea to stand over your bed until you woke up, then shower you in flower petals as a romantic gesture.

🍋Although the sentiment was appreciated, the exposition was…iffy.

🍋“Oh, so sorry! I didn’t realize you would have struggled with this so. No matter! I made you food! Come see, come see!”

🍋You groggily got out of bed to trudge to the kitchen to find a spread unlike anything you’d ever seen.

🍋“Tada! I made food from my country for you to try! Do you like it?”

🍋Now it was your turn to make Citron struggle with a bone-crushing hug, showing just how happy he made you.

🍋“Oh! Ahaha, you’re welcome! Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Chikage

🌶“forgot” about Valentine’s Day

🌶“The date? What about it? Yeah, it’s the fourteenth, so? Hey, hey, don’t get mad, I didn’t actually forget, see?”

🌶With that, he pulled a flower out of thin air, tucking it behind your ear.

🌶“Today’s gonna be about you for once, so let’s do something fun, okay? My treat.”

🌶He finishes off the sweet sentiment with an equally sweet kiss, pulling away with a smug smile, pleased with how flustered you were

🌶“Come on, let’s go. I told you, today’s my treat.”

🌶WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH CHIKAGE

🌶better treasure this because you are NEVER gonna get this from him again

☀️Summer troupe☀️🍁Autumn Troupe🍁❄️Winter troupe❄️

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hajimariwaquartet · 3 years

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Sakuya HCs

you thought i was done with august? no. my fav charas get an hc post individually <3

(might be angsty, and i'm sorry)

Sakuya, despite the fact that others say he's a human radiator, gets cold pretty easily. That's why you can see him wearing sweaters or jackets often.

He always wanted to play instruments when he was younger, but since his relatives just deemed him as another mouth to feed, he never got the chance until Harugaoka. Citron and Matsukawa have teamed up to continue teaching him cello even after closing night, and Citron and Sakuya's violin-cello duet is a hit on Mankai's YT page.

He always has candies in his pockets. Whether it's for the kids he works with or Juza, he's prepared. He has the brand that he noticed that the kids and Juza love.

It's not often that it happens, but he does come off as passive-aggressive in an argument (he got it from Itaru, Citron, and Chikage) and it always catches the person off guard (he never goes passive-aggressive with Mankai, though).

Aside from Chikage, Tasuku, and Guy, Sakuya also helps out in carrying Hisoka after training enough with Tasuku. Hisoka likes being carried by Sakuya and Guy since they handle him gently, unlike Chikage and Tasuku (who carries him likes a sack of potatoes most of the time), and he always gives them a packet of marshmallows as a reward.

His handwriting isn't the neatest to look at, but he does write down stuff pretty quickly. I also think he absolutely treasures the glitter pens Citron bought him once, and it took a bit of coaxing from Citron before he actually used them.

His nightmares usually consist of relatives throwing him out, but ever since he joined Mankai, he'd been getting them less and less. But when he does get them, Citron either stays up with him or will sing him a lullaby/tell him a story to help him calm down.

Sakuya continued learning Zahran even after the Zahra-centric stories are done, and I like to think that he lets out a little snort/giggle when he hears Citron complaining about the royal family to Chikage and Guy (kinda like when you're old enough to be let into the Exclusive Family Gossip™).

He had his own fanclub within Hana High! They're more underground than Masumi and Banri's are, but tons of his schoolmates look up to him. Especially after joining Mankai and becoming friends with the two, he seemed to shine even brighter than before. If Banri and Masumi are the Hana High Kings, he's the Prince of Hana High.

There was one time his kinder relatives asked if he wanted to take their surname, and he said no. He didn't get much items from his parents, so if their last name was one of the few things he could keep as his own, he'd hold on to it as tightly as he could.

Sakuya absolutely loves physical affection and his greeting would be a hug sometimes. A few of the other Mankai members (Masumi, Itaru, Chikage, Juza, Tenma, Yuki and Guy in particular) took a while to reciprocate his affection, and they either return the hug or give him a pat on the back when they're used to it.

Sakuya packs light (not as light as Chikage though). Like, just a few clothes, shoes, books and notebooks, stationery, a blanket, necessities, and his very few keepsakes are in his bag, and it's enough to fit in his usual black backpack. Citron noticed this, and took him out shopping and kept slipping in trinkets he knew he'd like, so Sakuya just goes wide-eyed at the cashier when he sees items that he didn't put in there (Citron paid for all of it).

He has definitely worked with Tsuzuru on a part-time job.

He keeps a journal! I think this isn't exactly an HC since Everlasting EP had a special thingy with Sakuya's journal entry! But other than a traditional journal, he also keeps his pictures of old friends and places he wanted to remember in it (if he could get them printed out somewhere).

In relation to the last one, he's so incredibly happy when he meets his old friends again, and he'll definitely introduce them to Mankai! I don't think I can describe how overjoyed he would be to meet them again, considering how he might have accepted that he might never see them.

Sakuya got into Hana High on a scholarship, and while his grades aren't record breaking, it's enough to maintain his scholarship.

He's self-sufficient as well. While he's not an expert at cooking like Omi, he can make simple meals to get himself through an afternoon. He also cleans up and does his own laundry quickly.

While a bit clumsy, I think he can definitely get into sports if he tried (but he still prefers theater over sports).

I think Sakuya is the type to learn everyone's hobbies and learn what they enjoy. He's the type to be genuinely interested and curious about everything, and he'd definitely exert effort to learn why his friend likes this activity/show/etc. That's the reason why his music sense is so confusing to other people (he likes classical, rap, pop, video game and anime osts, rock, post-rock, opera).

There was one time Tsumugi learned about his family situation and tried to talk to Sakuya about it, only to be faced with "It's fine, it's over anyway." That's when Tsumugi realizes that Sakuya may have a problem with bottling up his emotions, so he always gets Sakuya to talk about how he feels about something to help him out. It's small but it's a start.

He has a noticeably horrible bedhead and Citron always brushes his hair out when they wake up in the morning! In turn, Citron asks him to braid his hair sometimes because Sakuya is surprisingly good at it (it's from the little girls at the daycare asking Sakuya-sensei to braid their hair).

The one time he got sick was so painfully memorable for Spring and Izumi. Aside from the fact that they had to almost tie him to the bed (Masumi's idea) because he kept getting up to take care of himself, he was also plagued by nightmares that would always leave him more exhausted than when he went to sleep. Citron had to cancel all his errands because it hurt to see his roommate suddenly begin crying in his sleep. But alas, they couldn't do anything but to wait for his flu to pass. They took turns taking care of Sakuya, and Masumi actually panicked since he wouldn't wake up from his nightmare back then. Once he got better, Masumi kept an eye on him for several more days until he was sure that Sakuya was fine.

that's all i have for but WHEW that took around 2 hours to type out. the last one is a story idea but i felt like including it since i don't actually feel like writing it. lmk what you think? 👉👈

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jjuzoir · 3 years

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Homare Arisugawa General HCS

request: “Hi Sora! I never see any art/writing for my boy Homare from A3! (Maybe because his dialogue is so ridiculous.) Would you mind writing something for him?” from tlali

a/n: ahhh i don’t think i’ve ever taken so long in a request jdjdndnd but i just wanted to make it right because i love homare so much❕ he deserves everything and more i just HDHSJJA we need more homare love 🤬 his dialogue is hilarious and i feel like we need to appreciate his style more no more homare slander 🙅

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- He smells like earl gray tea. No one knows why since he uses unscented soaps, he says it’s probably because he spends most of his time drinking or around tea.

- He’s very particular about his hair, he uses very specific shampoos and conditioners that he will absolutely not share or change unless he notices his hair needs it. Talking about his hair, it’s naturally kind of dry so he uses a lot of hydrating products which leaves him with the softest, most fluffy hair ever. It’s like touching a cloud.

- One of his favorite gifts given to him is a tie given to him as a birthday gift by his members. Everyone pitched it, including Izumi, and Azuma picked it out. It’s black, much like his everyday tie, but it’s got a small embroidered snowflake.

- He’s got three main pairs of glasses; his everyday ones he keeps at hand when he goes out, his at home ones which are (according to him) less flattering, and his driving ones. Keep in mind he can’t drive, he doesn’t even own a car.

- He can speak french and latin, and he’s super loud about it too. He’ll sometimes slip in french phrases and no one will understand other than Chikage and it’s just a mess - Muku is always so amazed that he knows two other languages too and probably asks him to teach him sometime.

- Definitely has the prettiest handwriting when it comes to the roman alphabet, he writes in ink and with fancy pens that cost more than Banri’s tuition.

- Absolutely has a bunch of business cards printed out, each with its own quote made by him. Sakyo thought it was such a waste printing them until he realized that no matter how many Homare took when he went to run errands he always gave them all, to whom? No one knows.

- He’s very well respected in the literary community, which still shocks pretty much everyone. He gets stopped often by fans or people who’ve read his work, it happens at least once a day and Izumi really doesn’t… she doesn’t understand, poor girl.

- He’s not that good with phone calls, he’s not bad but he definitely prefers texting or just talking face to face. To him there’s just a certain level of discontent he doesn’t like that doesn’t exist in other mediums.

- His favorite shows are either comedies or heavy hitting detective shows, there is no inbetween. You’ll walk in on him watching a sitcom leave the room and walk in on a serial killer chase down.

- About his love for detective shows, his favorite pastime is trying to solve the mysteries with the main character. He’ll rewatch the episode so many times to try and pick up clues, he’ll take notes and come to a conclusion and he loves the feeling of getting it right.

- In the same spirit as the statement above, absolutely got Tsumugi and Sakyo hooked on some of his favorites and they hang out to talk about the latest episodes and the overarching mystery. The conversations can tend to get kind of heavy very quick, more than once Muku thought they were investigating a real crime and almost fainted.

- He looks like he’s probably allergic to wool sweaters, they make his skin itch and he always needs to use a shirt underneath them - so he tends to buy those expensive anti-allergic ones that need to be washed in a very specific way that could probably pay Tsuzuru’s whole college debt and it takes a lot of restraint from the playwright not to steal one and sell in the black market.

- Talking about Tsuzuru, he often gives him writing advice. Said advice tends to be very useful, like keeping a pen and notebook on him in case anything comes to mind during the day or writing daily to help ease him into a style, etc. Homare genuinely wants him to bloom into a writer and is willing to beta-read anything Minagi needs, be it a script or a sleep deprived rambling about the gay subtext in Nocturnity.

- Arisugawa sets himself reading goals each month, he likes to read at least one book. He prefers poetry books or classic english literature, but he also likes to read romance books or really bizarre dystopian novels.

- Has read more books than most people in the company and can give very detailed recommendations if you give him like a day.

- Sings operas in the shower, unless stopped he will keep going until the second act. Surprisingly good falsetto, but one time Tenma thought it was a Banshee for a second and almost cried into Juza’s chest.

- He’s not only an overly emotional drunk but also a loud drunk, he’s already quite loud but when he’s downed half a bottle of wine and a shot of vodka he’s louder than the Summer Troupe combined. Because of this, Izumi tends to restrict his alcohol intake when they’re at the dorm.

- I can see him being very big into musicals, not all musicals but a very specific niche; classic horror novels turned into musicals. He’s a very big fan of both the German and Korean versions of Dracula, his favorite song is probably “Zu Ende” or the Korean version of “It’s Over”. He also likes the Frankenstein musical too, but overall he finds Junsu’s Dracula more interesting thus his preference.

- He will talk your ear off if you mention any musical though, be it a classic like Phantom or something newer like Heathers.

- A very big fan of Ghibli movies, he told me so himself today. He really likes Spirited Away though, it’s a movie he’s watched so many times but he’s still completely enamoured by it; he probably has made the Winter Troupe watch it at least once and Hisoka definitely knows the beginning of the movie by heart now.

- Homare is also really good at drawing, not like Kazunari but he’s probably the second best. He learned by analyzing and looking at artists he admired and picking up on their techniques. A true Renaissance Man™️.

- I feel like he’d also have a bunch of skills that are kind of, useless? He can probably carve wood and make candles, he also took a course in glass blowing probably. Arisugawa just wants to try everything at least once, his motto is probably to explore and learn as much as possible, not just about art but the world (he can be surprisingly smart if you have a dictionary at hand).

- Very observant, just in general. Which can be both good and bad, it’s good because it helps him understand the situation in ways others might not but it leads to him to sometimes overthinking things and behaving in manners which may annoy or hurt others.

- He also has a hard time trying to react to social cues, as seen in game, with certain people. While he’s worked it out with the Winter troupe and the Mankai company he still struggles when it comes to new people.

- Will make little tunes he sings in the shower that kind of become a little daily song, each day there’s a new one he’ll hum.

- He also canonly makes music and he makes contemporary electro-pop, you cannot change my mind. He probably also mixes opera and classical music into his tunes, which can go from 1 minute to 10, so you end up with a very cool mix of orchestra and techno-pop - it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but he’s probably got his own niche group.

- Now, into more romantic HCs...

- He’s a good flirt, a very good flirt. They may sound weird looking back at it, but his pickup lines work and they work well.

- He knows when to stop pursuing someone too. He senses even a bit of discomfort and he’s backing away, won’t ask anything. Very big on consent and unless stated absolutely explicitly he’ll keep his distance.

- A true gentleman, please - he’ll never let his dates pay, always open the doors for them, will even do the “walk on the inside of the sidewalk” when he’s walking you home.

- His favorite dates tend to be ones where you get to know more about each other, not always necessarily by talking though. Being able to go into a bookstore and look at the books, seeing the ones you pick, what you pick at a cafe or restaurant, it all helps him draw a better picture of who you are and he likes to think it helps you get to know him better too.

- He’s very in tune with his S/O’s feelings but is afraid of overstepping any boundaries which may lead to some miscommunication at the beginning of the relationship. But it’s workable and it wouldn’t be that big an issue in the long run as long as his partner is willing to help him understand them.

- Not big on PDA, thinks certain things should remain inside - not to say he wouldn’t talk for hours about his partner to anyone who listens but things like kissing or hugs tend to be behind closed doors. He’s okay with hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek though!

- Likes wearing matching outfits with his S/O, thinks it shows how they’re “one in spirit, heart, and mind” and will not stop pointing it out to the point even married couples feel single as they hear him ramble on about the subtle coordination in your color schemes to create a perfect contrast.

- Notices the smallest things like how much sugar you like in your drinks, the telltale signs of when you’re lying or uncomfortable, how you act when you’re too cold or too hot, and learns it by heart.

- Homare is also the kind of boyfriend who’d confront the waiter if they get your order wrong, he’s not ashamed of it either.

- He kind of just wants to make sure you’re doing well and happy, he’s a gentleman.

- Damn… I love him so much

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chigasakism · 2 years

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[ID: Image in the A3! game home screen style with written summary: The Mankai Company's in full swing now, but a lot seems to be going on with Chikage lately. Itaru doesn't know what he's planning; Chikage doesn't know how much Itaru knows. And neither will ask.]

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! game #a3! fic #ficlet #drabble #tsuzuru's notebook #chikaita #ckit #千至 #chikage utsuki #itaru chigasaki #my fic

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emilycollins00 · 3 years

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Their little habits towards you

I was doing these to get some inspiration into my brain and ended up liking the results.

Please enjoy! 💕

🌸 Sakuya has a habit of squeezing your elbow gently to get your attention whenever you’re doing something else. He wasn’t aware until someone mentioned it, making him blush.

🌸 Masumi has a habit of sitting silently next to you while listening to music. Whenever a song he likes pops up, he’ll unconsciusly take off one of his earbuds and place it on your ear, being his way of sharing things he likes.

🌸 Tsuzuru has a habit of rambling to you about details he learns from working on his scripts. If he notices it he usually groans and stops talking altogether, only for you to nudge him affectionately so he keeps going.

🌸 Citron has a habit of welcoming you with elaborated handshakes even though you two never plan them before-hand. He likes to see your face go from confusion to joy at the mess you make trying to follow his moves with a smile.

🌸 Itaru has a habit of naming or creating characters that resemble you as much as he can whenever he starts a new game. He uses it to test the first levels, sending pictures of said character defeating an enemy, trying garments, or just failing a path over and over to tease you.

“Lol it’s the 3rd time you died today, you okay?”

🌸 Chikage has a habit of subtly tugging you closer to his side whenever it gets too packed. Becomes hyper focused on the possibility of losing you in a crowd- not that he will show it.

🔆 Kazunari has a habit of calling you a different nickname almost every day: pumpkin, boo, sunshine… though at this point most of them are a bit of a stretch like art gallery, premium or goals, so you now end up responding to anything that might resemble him talking to you.

🔆 Tenma has a habit of sending a random ‘what are you doing’ or just texting complaints about how much the summer troupe messes with him whenever he misses you and wants to hang out, but is too embarrassed to say it.

🔆 Yuki has a habit of adjusting your clothes. No matter what, even if he’s talking to someone, if he sees you entering from the other side of the room he’ll eventually approach you to take care of your dishevelled shirts, jackets or rearranging your scarf.

“Good. Now you look decent”

🔆 Muku has a habit of calling for you whenever he bumps into things so you can personify them and he can properly apologize. Though it started as a joke from your part, now you can’t help but laugh at how immerse he gets into the conversations.

🔆 Kumon has a habit of playing with your fingers. If you two are sitting together he will definitely end up taking your hand in his at some point and unconsciously give you tiny massages.

🔆 Misumi has a habit of drawing tiny triangles on any paper or notebook you might leave on his sight next to a smiling face. Sometimes when you are visiting Mankai you feel something ticklish on the back of your hand, only to find Misumi drawing a cute triangle on it.

🍁 Juza has a habit of waiting for you when you are eating sweets together so that you both eat your last pieces at the same time. You insist he doesn’t have to, but he shrugs. They taste somewhat even sweeter this way.

🍁 Sakyo has a habit of messaging you the first part of a quote to make sure you have arrived at your place. When you reply with the end of the sentence that’s when he relaxes and knows you’re back safe and sound.

🍁 Omi has a habit of feeding you the very first bite of any meal he’s making when you are around, blowing it to cool it down. He likes to see your face light up, chuckling at your weird compliments.

“What do I get today?”

“Sir Omi, you just established the Empress of all grilled meats”

🍁 Azami has a habit of buying different creams and oils that he finds would be good for your skin. He then will give you pop quizzes from time to time to see if you are effectively following his instructions.

🍁 Taichi has a habit of looking for you before an important performance to exchange fighting poses in silence to hype himself up. The poses tend to get bigger and more extravagant until you both end up giggling so much Sakyo has to grab him to go backstage.

🍁 Banri has a habit of pinching your cheeks. It doesn’t matter if what you just said is the smartest thing in the world, a weird remark or asked for the weather, his hand will go directly to your cheek in seconds as he answers you.

“Ugh, can you please not?”

“Your fault for havin’ cheeks”

❄ Hisoka has a habit of resting his head on your shoulder. It doesn’t matter if you are standing up doing something or talking to someone, he’ll walk towards you and plop his head on it. Sometimes he even follows you when you resume walking and he’s too lazy to lift his head up.

❄ Tsumugi has a habit of singing happy birthday songs with you to the baby flowers on the courtyard when they bloom for the first time. You proposed it once and now he gets really excited whenever you visit, truly thinking they recognize the sound of your voices.

❄ Guy has a habit of offering his hand for you to support yourself at all times. When he opens a door and you are behind so you enter first, before sitting or when you are about to stand up.

❄ Azuma has a habit of drawing shapes on your back. It always makes you shiver and he chuckles, finding it cute. Sometimes he also writes words to which you’ll try to guess the meaning of.

“Wait, what did you just write?”

“Mhm? Ah, I wonder…”

❄ Tasuku has a habit of carrying stuff for you. Whether it’s bags or textbooks, he’ll always grab it for you at some point, sometimes forgetting to give it back and therefore bringing it to Mankai.

❄ Homare has a habit of placing his jacket on you, whether is to keep you from the cold, the rain or just as a comfort blanket if you ever feel upset. He sometimes might not know the right words to say, but hopes his presence and the weigh of his jacket makes you feel protected.

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Wishing you all a wonderful day! 💕

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jujumin-translates · 2 years

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Event | Literary Impasse | Chapter 6

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

*Keyboard typing*

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: …No, still not right.

*Keyboard typing*

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: Ugh… This is wrong too.

Tsuzuru: …Sigh. I type, I delete, I type again, and I delete again and it all sums up to a blank page…

Tsuzuru: It’s fine, I don’t need to be able to write right now.

???: “True.”

Enis: “A story can be told with a single brush. It is true in general, yes.”

Enis: “But it doesn’t have to be that way for you.”

Enis: “Just as a quartet piece cannot be played by one violin, perhaps the story you write--.”

Tsuzuru: That’s right. Just because I’m a writer doesn’t mean I have to write my stories in solitude.

Enis: “Yes. That’s what I meant.”

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: …I can’t even write in my dreams. How fitting.

Tsuzuru: But why am I like that?

Tsuzuru: (I’m just an average guy who loves stories, and I haven’t lived an extraordinary life that I can tell stories about.)

Tsuzuru: (I don’t have a very unique sensitivity. I don’t have a rich vocabulary, nor do I have an abundance of knowledge.)

Tsuzuru: (I’ve never written a story based solely on what comes from within me.)

Tsuzuru: …If I can’t find the answer within myself, I’ll have to go look for it somewhere else. I can rely on someone else.

Tsuzuru: …I should get going.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Shop bell rings*

Tsuzuru: Ah, over here--.

Mizuno: Ah-- Please wait a moment!

Tsuzuru: No, you can disguise yourself here! You’re gonna get us kicked out.

Mizuno: U-Understood. You can go ahead now… So, what’s your favor…?

Tsuzuru: Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: …And that’s that.

Mizuno: …I see.

Tsuzuru: Well, it was a long time ago, so I’m sure your memory might be hazy, and…

Tsuzuru: It wasn’t that amazing of a concept, so I don’t blame you if you can’t remember it at all. I’m in the same boat.

Mizuno: No-- How could I forget such an important memory!?

Tsuzuru: Eh--.

Mizuno: I remember vividly how that story came to be, because I’ve thought about it so many times before.

Tsuzuru: Really? Tell me about it, please.

Mizuno: O-Okay. Well then, it went something like…

Mizuno: But that was… It was really awe-inspiring…

Mizuno: No, but…

Tsuzuru: ???

Mizuzo: …A-Alright.

Mizuno: If that’s the case, then… I’d love to show you something, Tsuzuru-kun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Mizuno: Excuse me, can you please wait at the door for a minute!?

Tsuzuru: Sure, but just to let you know, I won’t mind if it’s messy.

*Knocking*

Tsuzuru: …

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Mizuno: Sorry to have kept you waiting!

Tsuzuru: Don’t worry about it, it was probably only a ten-second wait.

Mizuno: Here, please come in!

*Door closes*

Tsuzuru: It’s so spacious… And super tidy.

Tsuzuru: Hey, those picture frames are facing the wrong way--.

Mizuno: Don’t mind them!

Tsuzuru: R-Really?

Tsuzuru: (It stands out so obviously, but I won’t push further. Maybe that’s what he was tucking away earlier…?)

Mizuno: Take a seat on the sofa! Ah, would you like some tea!?

Mizuno: Or I have mineral water, sparkling water, drip coffee, espresso, a cafe latte, a cafe mocha, Assam or Darjeeling tea…

Mizuno: Rooibos tea, sweet tea, oolong tea, jasmine tea, green tea and roasted green tea, barley tea, black soy bean tea and corn tea, and many others!

Tsuzuru: That’s too many.

Tsuzuru: I’ll just take a regular coffee.

Mizuno: Coming right up!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: Well then, what is it you wanted to show me…?

Mizuno: About that. Wait just a moment.

*Footsteps*

Tsuzuru: (Huh, he’s got a whole back room. And a shelf full of theater DVDs…)

*Dial sound*

Tsuzuru: ?

Tsuzuru: (That dial sound just now, it sounded like a key opening a safe…)

Mizuno: Thank you for waiting. Take this.

Tsuzuru: This is… A Japanese language notebook?

Tsuzuru: You wrote in it pretty neatly. I’m impressed, Mizuno.

Tsuzuru: Huh? This maze doodle…

Mizuno: You used to draw them all the time.

Tsuzuru: Aah, I actually still draw them from time to time…

Mizuno: Really!? I’d love to see on sometime!

Tsuzuru: They’re just doodles, so I usually throw them away.

Tsuzuru: Huh? This kappa, could it be…

Mizuno: You drew that picture, Tsuzuru-kun.

Mizuno: At the time, we were coming up with ideas for a play for a birthday party during the midterm break, and then you came up with an idea…

Mizuno: You didn’t have your usual notebook, so you drew it in mine, which happened to be there.

Mizuno: And you said, “Let’s make him the lead.”

Tsuzuru: I sorta remember that. But why a kappa…

Mizuno: There was a rumor going around school at the time that a kappa had appeared on the river bank where we picked dandelions together.

Mizuno: I was scared, but you said that if there really was a kappa, we could make friends with it, and then you drew this kappa.

Mizuno: And that’s where the story of a boy and a kappa becoming friends came from.

Tsuzuru: …I had no clue it was that simple.

Tsuzuru: But still, how’d you remember all that?

Mizuno: Because it’s a valuable memory.

Tsuzuru: …Sorry I forgot about you, Kappa.

Tsuzuru: (... So I didn’t write a script based off my own idea after all.)

Tsuzuru: (It was a story I wanted to write, based off a conversation I had with Mizuno.)

Tsuzuru: I’m surprised you kept this notebook.

Mizuno: I thought it’d be valuable reference material for when you published your autobiography, so I kept it safe.

Tsuzuru: Autobiography!? You just said that like that was a definite thing, but I don’t plan on doing that at all, got it?

Mizuno: B-But now that this oppourtunity has come along, of course I’ll give it to back to you, Tsuzuru-kun…!

Tsuzuru: No, this is your Japanese notebook to begin with. I’m sorry got doodling it in without your permission.

Mizuno: None of that! This has become a family heirloom!

Tsuzuru: I don’t like it that much, so you can keep it, Mizuno. You can throw it away if you don’t need it anymore.

Mizuno: I would never throw it away…!

Mizuno: But, if you say so… I’ll put it away for safekeeping. Thank you very much.

Tsuzuru: (Tooru is also stuck trying to write a story all by himself. And there’s also Sakuya’s case…)

Tsuzuru: This was really helpful. Thanks. And thanks for the coffee, too.

Mizuno: If there’s anything I can do for you again, please let me know whenever. I’ll do my best to help!

Tsuzuru: You’re really reliable. Well then, see you.

Mizuno: Please do you best.

*Door closes*

Mizuno: …

Mizuno: Phew…

Mizuno: (My enlarged poster of Luke’s bromide… I’m so glad Tsuzuru-kun didn’t see it.)

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#a3!#a3! translation #〚 event #tsuzuru minagi #kaya mizuno #// oh mizuno you funny funny man

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little-ideas · 3 years

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I'VE GOT SAKODA FEELS SOMEONE STOP ME

Real talk I think Sakoda would be a great preschool teacher.

This started out as one thought and then spiralled....whoops (￣▽￣;) it's Sakoda though so like...worth it! owo

As a little kid, Azami would go to Sakoda when he needed homework help. Sakoda was always bubbly, happy to help, and when he'd ask why Azami didn't ask Sakyo, he'd simply respond, "Aniki is working; I'm not supposed to bother him when he's working. Besides, I like your explanations, they're much better!"

But as the years went by, the amount of help Sakoda could give was less and less until even his attempts to sneakily study ahead and solve Azami's textbooks' problems were futile. And so Azami quit asking Sakoda for homework help.

This never seemed to particularly bother Sakoda, he knew the time would come as the things he knew were less and less helpful to Azami, he'd just laugh it off and tell Azami how much smarter he was getting. He was always happy for Azami, always encouraging him, and it was genuine every time.

But those times when Azami or Sakyo forget something -a word, a kanji, that basic multiplication answer- and ask Sakoda and he has the answer? He lights up like the sun.

After he could no longer help Azami, sometimes Sakoda would hang out at the park and help teach the preschool kids their letters in the sand. Sometimes he'd get pictures or little collectables from them -he held on to every one. Usually they'd outgrow the park long before he could stop teaching them, but sometimes they'd come back, test waving in the air.

"Sakkun! Sakkun!" They'd yell, "Look! I remembered that trick you told me!"

And he'd listen to them and ask them questions about school and maybe they'd get candy from the store together.

Sometimes, he finds the lonely kid, sitting in the swing, looking down, or the troubled kid, running away from home. He sits with them. Talks, if they want to, but doesn't push them to converse. He invites them to play, building sandcastles, reaching the sky on swings, and making music with leaves.

"I'll be here tomorrow," he tells them, before making sure they get someplace safe. And if they appear again the next day, he sits down with them, workbook out on the ground.

"I gotta finish work before I can play. Come join me." And eventually they do, finishing their homework and then spending time with laughter. Sometimes the kid's notebooks are in disarray, torn up and tattered. But wouldn't you know it, Sakoda accidentally bought the wrong one and it'd really help him out if they could take it before his money-loving Aniki finds out and tells him off again. And while they're at it, could they please show him how to do the problem on page 15?

Eventually each kid moves on and Sakoda has long outgrown the books he brings to work on, but that's his secret. He's a legend, Tsuzuru tells him one day, having heard from his youngest brothers.

Sometimes, when you go to the park, there's a friendly shark fairy. And when you're going through bad things, he can help you!

It's not what he set out to do, but that's ok. He may love the Ginsekai, but Sakoda never wants any kid to through what he's been through, and he does the little he can to make their days better

#a3!#act! addict! actors!#ken sakoda #azami izumida

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purplebirdsees · 8 months

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Warm-up: Whatever - Part 3

part 1 / part 2

… Wait. Where was the folders section again?

The main isle was a little less crowded compared to the other isles which gave me a second to breathe, but didn’t help much from my ever growing heartbeat. Remember what mom said? If you’re lost, look at the big card boards with numbers. I started to walk, head looking up at the numbers. Four: Markers, pen—five: another pen isle… seven, eight, nine…

My walks started to turn to jogs. Ten: scrapbook, stickers; eleven: glue, tape, fasteners; twelve: notebooks… I gritted my teeth; screw this, at this point I should just go on every isle. I went inside the twelfth isle, looking for something, anything, that resembles my dad. Brown hair, kinda tall… what was he wearing again? Was it green? No, that’s me… White, right? My eyes hopped back and forth with the slightest bit of brown hair. No, too long; too short… that’s a kid…

I went to the next isle. Empty. Next. One girl. Nex—it was that kid again.

I slowed down my walking, careful not to make my face show too much emotion. He glanced at me, looked at me with such a deep frown he looked almost cross-eyed, then rolled his eyes.7

What was that kid’s problem?!

Whatever, I thought, as I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, which was a hard bound notebook cover the part where I could see his face, and went back to the main hallway for the seventh, eighth time. He was probably… having a bad day, right? At least, that’s what my mom would always tell me.

'Unless they punch you or harm your body, just don't mind them, okay, Tsuzuru?' Was what she said, countless of times, which at first felt as if she was trying to dismiss the problem. At the end, though, she'll somehow catch them doing something, like make a face or say an insult. If they're lucky, she'll just give you a nasty glare, which usually resolves most cases, resulting with said kid instantly cowering towards their parents, unable to answer the question why they're upset.

If only she was here…

Then, my stomach suddenly dropped as the worst idea came into mind. What if… what if dad went home already? Maybe he forgot me, or had to go do something… or maybe there was an emergency?

I remember the drive from here to our house was quite far, I even took quite a long nap on the way here. Maybe I can ask for some help, but I barely had any money, which meant I probably had to—

‘… Yeah, I’ll be there tonight, don’t worry. No, it’s fine, you don’t have to take the job, I’ll do it… Promotion? Haha, yeah; we both know how our boss is, come on.’

… Dad?

‘Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. But… thanks for covering for me today… Why do you sound like I’m gonna die soon, you bastard. Okay, okay, I’ll see you later, don’t do anything stupid while I’m out… Yeah, sure, go tell yourself that. Okay, bye.’

Dad…!

I ran towards his voice, bumping on a few people along the way, but I didn’t care. He was here, he didn’t leave me. I don’t have to walk home… he’s… he didn’t…

'Tsu—oofgh.'

I clung tightly onto his shirt, the pit on my stomach now going up to my throat as relief washed over me. I could feel burning on my face, my eyes, my throat.

Dad gave me a soft pat on the head. I heard a small chuckle, then he gently pushed my shoulder so that he could have me face him.

'Are you okay?'

I let out a small uhn.

For a second, he looked at me, carefully studying my face. 'Okay, let’s go.'

Dad didn’t ask me to go find the rest of the materials, and instead asked for the list. He asked if I wanted to stay in the car instead, to which I said no. Then, without much of a few words spoken, we picked out the items on the list.

Without my mom’s stories, though, I couldn’t drown out the sound of my ever growing heartbeat. Every time I saw a hint of movement at the corner of my eye, my instinct was to hide, whether it be behind a bookshelf, behind my dad, or simply covering my face.

After a while, though, as we checked out the list to see if we missed anything, the kid was nowhere in sight. Maybe they went home, I thought, as I looked around the area with little movement from my head as I can, just in case he is still here, and he finds me searching for him, god forbid. It seemed clear, I thought, as I sighed,

'Tsuzuru.' Dad beckoned, as we walked towards the cashier, nodding his head towards the notebooks and pens. “Is there something you want?”

On reflex, I shook my head.

Dad then pointed at my hands with a raised eyebrow. 'How about that one?'

Confused, I looked at my hands, then realized I was still holding the notebook I used to hide my face with. I didn’t really think much of it, not with all my anxiety making me focus solely on making myself hidden. Its cover was made out of dark green leather, with a pen attached. My heart hitched in my chest as I saw how pretty it was, and even considered his offer of buying it. I never had anything like this before, I bet it would be so nice to write on it. When I flipped it on its back to look at the price, however, my eyes widened in shock, and instantly placed it on the nearest shelf.

I shook my head again, lowering my gaze to the ground.

Shehehehehmmm…

I looked up, and instantly felt the blood in my face drain.

The person who was before us on the cashier was the same snooty8 kid. He had the same weirdly big grin, his silver braces glaring back at me as menacing as his eyes. He then turned to his companion, who seemed to not care much about what was happening, as their whole focus was poured onto a conversation that they were having on the phone. The kid rolled his eyes, then looked back at me again with a squint and a smirk.

I looked away instantly, my relief gone. I could feel my resting heart’s steady pace spike up, every beat inching upwards my throat. I covered my mouth, afraid that it might spill out, as I felt something hot and searing rise up from my throat. I clutched my free hand onto whatever I could, which was dad’s coat.

'Hmm?' My dad asks, as he looks at me. 'Is something wrong?'

'Ahahaha, I really like this notebook brand! It’s super expensive, but mother said I can buy anything I want! Ha, ha, ha! I love my mother!'

I replied to dad with a shake of my head.

'Hmmm… I guess, I can do the rest from here.' He then patted my head twice. The snotty kid rolled his eyes. 'Do you want to stay inside the car?'

I nodded. He gave me the car keys, along with a reminder to close it once I’m inside. With one last nod, I started to head out of the store. This was a good thing, I thought at first, because then I wouldn’t need to deal with that kid again. That is, if I survive going through him first, because he was in the middle of the way towards the exit.

To avoid eye contact at all costs, I kept my eyes trained on the ground, pretending to fiddle with dad’s car keys. Every step I took, the more my ears filled with the sound of blood nervously pumping through. As I was two steps away from him, he slid himself off the way.

Was that… a peace offering? I took one, two steps, but as I was about to take my third, my foot seemed to get caught onto something. Good thing I instantly caught myself, but in the process, I had to hold onto the counter of the cashier with a loud bmp! I looked back, only to be greeted with the kid and his muffled ‘ahahahaaaaammmff’, his left foot slightly sticking out.

I stood up and ran.

Out of that place. Out of that stupid kid, and his stupid demeanor, and his stupid way of laughing, with his stupid, stupid big smirk and his stupid leg. Looking back, I wished I tripped harder on his feet, maybe even leave a big, ugly bruise, or stain his shoe. I wanted to yell at him, but all I did was ran. As I arrived near the car, panting, I gave out a frustrated, high-pitched yell, slamming my fist on the car door. The pain shot through my fist to my whole arm in an instant, as I seethed and sat down on the driveway, cradling my ever reddening knuckles.

I couldn’t bare to stand, or even look at the car. I just sat there, helplessly, blowing short breathes onto my knuckles, hoping the throbbing pain goes away. Just like mom would do it.

Pain, pain, go away! She’d say, her gentle breath warm and ticklish on raw, angry skin. As much as he would breathe on it, however, it felt like the searing hot pain got worse and worse, until his vision inevitably got blurry from tears. In a hurry, I raised my head up, willing the tears to go back to my eyes.

But after a few minutes, there was a voice that called my name. The voice got louder and louder the more they called, and as I heard footsteps grew louder, closer, I felt something big and warm wrap around my shoulder. They called out again. I let out a shaky breath. Then, I felt a thumb slowly flick the back of my earlobe.

'Come on, lets go.' The voice urged. A stubborn tear slipped past with a small sniffle, and I felt the hand go from my shoulder to my throbbing, red hand, slowly prying it open to get the keys. They then unlocked the car door, grabbed me by my armpits, lifted me up, and placed me on the seat, strapping a seat belt along with a few pats on the head.

And the tears never stopped. Big, fat droplets trickled down my red face, as the feel of dread and shame and frustration burst in my chest, like an uncontrollable and unstable bomb. Yet, tears were the only way the emotion bomb could seep its remains out, as it dripped from my face, then down, pooling on my closed fists. Well, at least the coolness of the salt water kind of helped sooth my bruising fist.

When the car stopped, dad didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either, as he stared at the driveway, his brows knitted as if he was pondering on what to do.

'… Are you okay now?' He asks, his head tilted slightly towards me with a slightly raised brow.

The question only made my eyes pool with more tears.

He sighed, the kind where it’s low and long, with a pronounced ‘haah’ as he exhaled. 'Come on, let it all out, while you’re still in the car.'

I wiped my eyes, attempting to stop it from tearing up further, but it seemed that every time I wiped the tears grew more and more consistent in quantity.

'Tsuzuru,' He started, as he rested his elbow on my car seat. 'You did the right thing not to be provoked.'

… Huh?

'I saw that kid was trying to provoke you. You didn’t try anything, to—that, you know… you didn’t do anything… aggressive.

I nodded, not really understanding the words provoke and aggressive. Those were… good things, right?

Dad then shifted in his seat, his knitted brows deepening, as if he was struggling in finding the right words. 'But… Next time, just tell me, okay? And stop crying over it.

… I-I’m sorry.

'Hmm?'

I did… I don’t like that kid.

He let out a small, amused breath, patting my shoulder. 'Don’t worry. Just promise me, once you’re old enough, you’re going to work hard to prove to that kid you’re not weak, okay?'

I nodded, wiping the last of my tears and snot with my hand.

'Now, come on, clean yourself up. Don’t show your brothers you cried okay? You’re their older brother after all; if you come back and show them that you cried over some dumb kid’s words, they’re gonna think their older brother’s weak. Here, some tissue.'

I wiped my eyes and nose, blowing onto it loudly. When I finished, dad held out a small parcel wrapped in paper.

'… You wanted this, right? Here.' I thanked him as I received it. I tore off the paper and saw that it was the same dark green leather notebook I used to hide my face with. My head snapped back at my father, who had a small smile. He patted my shoulder again, then flicked my earlobe, as I shook my head, knowing how expensive the notebook was.

'It’s not everyday I get to treat you, right?' He said. 'Just… remember what I told you, alright? We’re a family; we help each other out. Just work hard, and help your mom with taking care of everyone else. If you do that… then that notebook was worth the investment, alright?'

Mine. I beamed at the notebook, then hugged it tightly to my chest.

Mine...

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7 BRO KICK THAT GUY. FUCKING KICK HIS ASS WTF ATTITUDE???

8 [tsz]… who added this.

NOTES:

too tangent-y for some reason I kept getting off topic

its ok I guess but I don’t know how to add this in with the rest of the project

too long. i think.

#a3!#a3! tsuzuru #dandelion fluff #character study #fiction #fanfic #part 3 of 3 #tsuzuru minagi #glad I took the time but im sorry if the wait was too long #don’t worry even if it takes me three months or three years I WILL finish this story #im too attached to this story at this point #but at the same time im kinda scared because after this what then? Will my love for a3 be gone as well?#I guess time will tell; lets hope it wont though #cross posted on ao3 #well it will be at some point

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