i coloured in the flashbacks page out of spite because it made me weep but also this is my wallpaper now if you use this,, let me know i will cry, again
Hi everyone! Just popping in to say happy new year and wishing you all to have an amazing year ahead!
I’m sorry that in 2016 I wasn’t as active as the year before and this might sound like an excuse, but a lot of things happened and I was busy with some things so yeah nn;;
All things aside, I hope in 2017 I can do better and finish all the things I’ve left off \o/
To start on the new year, I’ve uploaded two new videos and hopefully more to follow hahaha enjoy \o/
1. Bokuto Logic
T/N: About the ‘counting toes’ part, in literal Japanese translation they refer to the top five aces as 'the five fingers’ so that’s why Kuroo said if Bokuto added his toes then they have to defeat 20 people in total.
As explained in my preview post, this is a translation for the bonus Blu-ray/DVD of vol 5!
Thank you very much to Emi for kindly uploading the audio and giving me permission to translate it and also proofreading my work ♥ You can download the audio fromher post(if you’re confused, click the title)!
There are also links or T/N which I hope explain them sufficiently because there are heaps of references and that maybe confusing. And while it may be bothersome to click on all of them, I encourage to do it, esp if you don’t really know about Japanese culture, to get a better idea on what they are talking about.
Also one last serious question: I might have mistaken the names or the voices and Emi and I did talk about the possibility of Mattsun being there LOL I didn’t include him in here mainly bc I read some Japanese tweets and they don’t talk about Mattsun (except when Oikawa mentioned him), but if someone feels otherwise and can kindly point out to us, we’d appreciate it.
Enjoy!
Kindaichi:Hello! Everyone else:Hey! Oikawa:Kindaichi, did you buy my milk bread? Kindaichi:Ah, yes! I’ve bought it today. Oikawa:Ohh, thank you! It’s 160 yen, right. Aaah~ the bread shop near Kindaichi’s house is the best! Kindaichi:Thank you! Iwaizumi:Why are you the one who’s thankful? Oikawa:Because unlike Iwa-chan, Kindaichi is an honest and good kid. Iwaizumi:You just think he’s more convenient, right? Oikawa:Stop badmouthing me… I relied on Kindaichi for the errand and Kindaichi was happy to be relied on. Isn’t this what surely you call a win-win situation? Hanamaki:Win-win? Iwaizumi:When it comes from Oikawa, it become much more suspicious. Oikawa:So mean, Iwa-chan! Hanamaki:Kindaichi, what do you think yourself? Are you happy that you’re an errand boy? Kindaichi:I’m not happy but I don’t dis- Iwaizumi:Don’t tell me… you’re not thinking that Oikawa is cool, right? Kindaichi:Eh? But he’s cool, though. Iwaizumi:Open your eyes, Kindaichi!! Hanamaki:You’re just confused between ‘frivolous’ and ‘superficial’! Oikawa:What do you mean, Makki!? Hanamaki:Okay, I got it. Kindaichi, let me show you something good… If you look at this, even someone like you will rea… lise. Do you know what’s this? Kindaichi:What’s that? Hanamaki:OI~~KAWA HAN~~~GER!!!
Kindaichi:Huh?! …Oikawa-san’s headshot image became a hanger…? Kunimi:Do you mind to giving me this for a second? …It’s made of paper. Where did you get this thing…? Oikawa:”This thing”?! What do you mean by that, Kunimi-chan!? Kunimi:No, it just seemed like a suspicious object… Hanamaki:You can get this when you buy our jersey.. Iwaizumi:Huh?? Our jersey? What’s that about? Hanamaki:To be exact, it’s a bonus that came with the limited edition Seijou’s jerseys that were sold at the Jump shop. It just ended, though. Iwaizumi:I don’t get it at all. Kunimi:So you can both hang lame and embarrassing clothes… What a nice joke. Oikawa:Oi oi, everyone~ Don’t be this jealous. Hanamaki:No, there’s no one who’s jealous of you. Iwaizumi:If I bend it, won’t it make a funny face? It’s made of paper, after all. Like the thing you’d do to a 1,000 yen bill. Oikawa:Iwa-chan~ I wish you’d let your jealousy under control! Iwaizumi:There’s no way I would be jealous, Hanger bastard!! Hanamaki:Hanger bastard!! Kunimi:Hanger bastard… Somehow that sounds really good. Hanamaki:That’s it, Kindaichi. Are you saying that you’d be ok to be a hanger too? Kindaichi:If I could be a hanger… It would be such an honor! Hanamaki:This one’s beyond saving… Iwaizumi:Kindaichi! You have to open your eyes!!
Oikawa:*humming* Iwaizumi:I’m starving… Oikawa:I got both the milk bread and yakisoba bread! Good harvest, good harvest~ Iwaizumi:Let’s hurry heading back to the classroom and eat! Kindaichi:Hello! Iwaizumi:Hey, Kindaichi. Are you going to the cafeterian? Isn’t it too late by now? Kindaichi:Ugh, that’s true… There isn’t many left huh.. Oikawa:Look, the last yakisoba bread! Of course, I’m not giving this to you! Kindaichi:Okay…. Iwaizumi:Hey, Hanger, don’t do such a shameful thing! Girl 1: Oi, Hanger! We have captains’ meeting after school so don’t forget! Oikawa:Okay!! Iwaizumi:Somehow after several days, the ‘Hanger’ thing has spread over… Kindaichi:That’s true… Girl 2: Huh? Isn’t that Hanger-san? Girl 3: Hanger-san? Girl 4: What’s that? Girl 5: Look, he’s standing in the center of those tall people! He’s the volleyball club’s captain and apparently he’s called ‘Hanger-san’! Girl 3: Ooh, I know the guy! Girl 4: Seriously? That guy is half-foreign? So cool!! Girl 5: His name is ‘Oikawa Hanger Tooru’ Senpai! Girl 2: Oh no, he’s looking this way! Girl 5: Eh, did he hear all of that? Let’s go! Oikawa:The me who can pass as half-foreign… amazing! Iwaizumi:Your positivity is the amazing one. Kindaichi:I’m envious… Iwaizumi:Huh?! What are you saying?! Kindaichi:No, I just thought I wanted a cool nickname… Iwaizumi:Cool?! As in ‘Hanger Tooru’?! Oikawa:Hmmm… I know that feeling, Kindaichi. It is said that the name is the embodiment of the personality after all! Okay, leave it to me! Follow me!! Kindaichi:Yes! Hanger senpai! Iwaizumi:Is he… being serious?
Oikawa:…And so, Kindaichi wants a cool nickname! Kindaichi:Please! Oikawa:Okay, let’’s stick him with some nicknames! Hanamaki:Hmm… even if you say it… Iwaizumi: Did Kindaichi have any nickname before this? Like in primary school or junior high school? Kindaichi:Hmm… Nothing in particular. Kunimi:If I remember correctly, Kindaichi-san is from Kitagawa Daiichi junior high. Didn’t you have any friend*? (*T/N: Kunimi is deliberately saying it in super polite form to tease Kindaichi.) Kindaichi:I had, like everyone! And besides, aren’t you from the same school?! Hanamaki:Oh! Come to think of it, Karasuno’s Chibi-chan was calling you ‘Shallot head’, right? Kindaichi:Shallot!? Kunimi:You didn’t realise? He said that in quite a loud voice. Kindaichi:Seriously?! That guy…! Oikawa:*giggles* Sha.llot. He.ad. Iwaizumi:Oi, you laugh too much. *trying hard to keep his serious composure* Kindaichi:Isn’t Iwaizumi-san laughing too? Kunimi:It’s wrong. Kindaichi is nothing like a shallot. Kindaichi:Kunimi, you… Kunimi:Judging by the shape, isn’t he closer to a napa cabbage? Hanamaki:Ah, nice, Kunimi, I see it. Then, as your nickname: ‘Napa Cabbage Head’. Kindaichi:Wait a minute! Why does it has to be in Japanese? I want it to be more… like Hanger… European or America like? Hanamaki:Then, let’s go with ‘White Vegetable Head’. Kindaichi:You just translated the kanji separately! Iwaizumi:Putting the America aside, you don’t look like anything European. Kindaichi:Eeh?! Even Iwaizumi-san!? Hanamaki:In the first place, your name is ‘Kindaichi’. Even in the Japanese style, you’re not in the Heisei era but in the Shouwa era* in its early development. (*T/N: Heisei is the era after Shouwa so he’s implying Kindaichi’s name is kind of outdated lol) Kindaichi:But my original name and nickname don’t have any connection… Iwaizumi:….Forze. Kindaichi:Huh? Oikawa:Uooh?! “SWITCH ON YOUTH- Hanamaki: ‘CAUSE SPACE IS HERE”*!! It’s decided. (*T/N: Forze is one of the Kamen Rider series which have that line above as his catchphrase.) Iwaizumi:You must be glad, Kindaichi, it fits you perfectly! Kindaichi:Forze is nice… But, all in all, I have a mixed feeling about this… Iwaizumi:Huh?! It’s extremely cool! Hanamaki:It’s a work to commemorate the 40th anniversary of the series! Iwaizumi:No, I won’t let you to be Forze. More like, you aren’t suitable to become Forze! Kindaichi:I’m sorry. Hanamaki:To begin with, a nickname is made spontaneously, not something that the person chose. Kindaichi:Yeah… Hanamaki:In other words, since we couldn’t make one, isn’t it ok to stick with ‘Kindaichi’ like before? Oikawa:*yawns* That’s right. ‘Kindaichi’ is a good name so shouldn’t you treasure it? Iwaizumi:Oh? You said something normal for once. But thinking about it, you’re the one who suggested to find for Kindaichi’s nickname, right? Oikawa:Kindaichi. Every nickname will do. But you have to look at the value! Kindaichi:Eh!? Iwaizumi:Isn’t that a contradiction from what you’ve said in the beginning? Oikawa:Because you’re ‘Iwa-chan’! Iwaizumi:What’s that mean? Oikawa:I’m surely ‘Hanger’ but that’s a special case. Kindaichi:Sorry, I don’t really get what you me- Oikawa:In other words, Iwaizumi is ‘Iwa-chan’, Matsukawa is ‘Mattsun’ and Hanamaki is ‘Makki’. Everyone accepts these nicknames made of love without any complaint to me. So Kindaichi should just make something randomly, like that! Iwaizumi:No no no, in the first place, it’s you who give those made of love nicknames. Hanamaki:Incidentally, no one calls me that but you. Oikawa:Hey hey, don’t be jealous of ‘Hanger’~ Iwaizumi & Hanamaki: WE’RE NOT! Oikawa:Okay! Let’s focus on putting a nickname based on Kindaichi’s name! Kunimi:As expected, when talking about ‘Kindaichi’… Iwaizumi:It’s Kousuke, right? Hanamaki: “In the name of my grandfather…!”*, right? (*T/N: They’re talking about The Kindaichi Case Files, which story is about Kindaichi Hajime, the grandson of the fictional private detective Kindaichi Kousuke, solving mysteries. His catchphrase is that line above.) Iwaizumi:Huh? That’s what the grandson said, right? Hanamaki:Is that right? Kunimi:But the boy’s grandfather is the one who’s called ‘Kousuke’ so he’s not entirely wrong… Iwaizumi:Well, whatever is fine. Oikawa:You’re wrong, Iwa-chan. “One truth prevails”*! Kunimi:Ah, that’s Conan? Oikawa:“…Eeh… This time’s culprit… Is… Indeed… Formidable.” Iwaizumi:Is that… Ninzaburo? Hanamaki: “Wait, Watson-kun.” Kindaichi:Wait! Why are you making a conversation in detectives’ impersonations?! Please think about my nickname! Hanamaki:Sorry, we’re unconsciously… Oikawa:But I don’t have any interest in Kindaichi! Hanamaki:Huh?! Iwaizumi:You’re finished after you said that! Oikawa:I got it, I got it~ Then… ‘Kintarou’! Kindaichi:Kin…tarou? Iwaizumi:Got it. ‘Kindaichi Yuutarou’ shortened to ‘Kintarou’. Kunimi:The logic is perfect too. Hanamaki:As expected of Hanger! Yo, Kintarou! Kindaichi:Geh! No way! Won’t I become the boy that wear red apron and wield a Masakari ax?! Oikawa:Then should we raise your age and call you ‘Kin-san’!? Kindaichi:At which Tooyama*?! Am I not becoming a joke?! (*T/N: Kin-san is famous under the title of ‘Tooyama no Kin-san’ which literally means ‘Mr. Kin of Tooyama’.) Kunimi:If you become a joke, maybe it’s the other way around? Isn’t it good that you’re closer to the cool Oikawa-san? Kindaichi:It’s not like I want to be a joke! Oikawa:That’s right! I’m not a joke! Iwaizumi:“Keh! Oi oi oi, I’ve been listening for a while and you’re just yapping while decide on nothing! Before this flurry of cherry blossoms that bloomed on my back fall, you better decide!” Hanamaki:Yo, Iwaizumi’s Kin-san*! (*T/N: Iwaizumi is talking like a samurai, which is why Makki refers him as Kin-san, who was also a samurai.) Kindaichi:Isn’t that putting a nickname to Iwaizumi-san?! And it fits him! Kunimi:Oh, the noon practice starts. Hanamaki:Hey, look!, That’s because you complain too much that we didn’t reach a decision! Kindaichi:Ugh… Sorry. Oikawa:Okay, got it. This Hanger Tooru-sama will decide on Kindaichi’s nickname right here. You ready, Kindaichi? Kindaichi:Yes! Oikawa:Kindaichi, your nickname is… *stare*… Hmm.. Hmm…. Kindaichi:Ugh…. Why are you staring so long at me? Oikawa:Hmm! You really are… ‘Shallot Head’. Kindaichi:Huh? Oikawa:Because I can only see you as a shallot! That head… Kunimi:No objection. Hanger’s verdict is amazing as expected. Hanamaki:No, the amazing one isn’t Hanger but Karasuno’s Chibi-chan, right? Okay, let’s go to the gym! Kunimi:Okay. Oikawa:Hey, you go too, Shallot Head! Kindaichi:Huh? Shallot? Iwaizumi:If you don’t like something, say you don’t like it, Kindaichi. Kindaichi:Yes. Like usual, please call me Kindaichi.
End.
tl;dr: Kindaichi wants a nickname like his cool Hanger senpai but it’s futile after various attempts. Kindaichi experiences 5 stages of grief.
Iwaizumi & Oikawa’s random info from Cross Team Match~ (The list isn’t finished yet but it’s all I have for now! I plan to sub some more videos as for now~)
He’s so desperate to grow that when the protagonist assured him that we can still grow until 20 yo, he’s so happy and said he wouldn’t give up until the end.
He doesn’t seem to be very good at studying because when the protagonist asked he refused to answer (video here!)
His fashion sense is atrocious. When we first met him, he’s buying clothes and apparently he chooses a shirt with the word “Concentration” on the chest area (Oikawa laughed at him saying with that kind of t-shirt, how would they be able to concentrate.)
Kindaichi thinks that Iwaizumi-san is very cool! He’s like a man among men, and aside from volley, his fashion sense is refined and his t-shirts are so cool (Picture here: 1,2)
He can’t draw (see the picture of Ushiwaka frowning at that picture of amoeba Oikawa). More explanation here!
He likes the shooting game at the festival because apparently it’s easy to use the cork bullet to disturb your opponent. He thinks it’s fun to take the prize from your opponent’s side.
Iwa-chan has absolute confidence in Oikawa that he will be able to pull off the jump serve during spring high (the game is set before spring high so he’s still practicing.)
The Kind Oikawa-san (see the video lol)
Iwa-chan and him meet Kyoutani! And then Kyoutani ignores Oikawa like usual but ofc Oikawa forgives him! Because his heart is as wide as the ocean lol
Oikawa meets Bokuto!
There’s a segment of him explaining the history of him and milkbread. (I met milkbread during kindergarten… When I took a bite, the deliciousness made me looked up at the sky.) He thinks he’s this tall because of the milk breads too, so he recommends Iwa-chan to do the same. /cue Kindaichi screaming for Oikawa-san who’s most likely getting hit again rip.
✎ summary: The year 2022 started great for Y/N L/N; an author with over six bestselling books all over the world. Her series, “Tales of Love,” has received an overwhelmingly huge amount of praise from fans and even critics. Despite all of her current achievements, she can’t help but feel like she’s lying to everyone—as she never really experienced the concept of love firsthand. Life circles back at her when she suddenly wakes up in all of her written books; learning what love truly is one by one.
✎ note: scratches head… I KNOW IT TOOK REALLY LONG IM SORRY T_T ive been so busy </3 BUT HI THIS IS CHAPTER 2 PLS ENJOY!!!! also heavily unedited </3 reblogs and comments are well appreciated >_<
After the three-lettered word left your mouth, Kenma briskly inserted the ring on your finger, his golden eyes holding mischief beneath them. You hear bystanders around you applaud and cheer you two on, unaware that the engagement was a mere act—an act to receive five free desserts.
Kenma settled back to his seat and wiped his scripted tears away, a smirk now covering his face. If he weren’t a photographer, he could’ve been an actor, you muse. He leans towards you, cupping a hand to your cheek, “They believed us, right?
You lose yourself to the sound of his voice; very dreamy-like.
Dreams are stories our minds create while we find ourselves in deep slumber. Each blurring memories of these dreams are unique in their own way. And to you, Kozume Kenma is a dream so near yet so far. A dream come true. His existence is a wish you’ve always whispered softly in thin air before sleeping, and now that you have a chance to be with him, you can’t help but indulge in this time-limited dream.
“Definitely,” you nod, eyes crinkling whilst staring at him. Who can blame you though? He’s just that pretty. From the corner of your eye, you see a waiter approach your table. “…And there he goes.”
“Bingo,” Kenma shakes his head, chuckling. He brings his hand down under the table, aiming for a fistbump. You return his fistbump, excited—maybe too excited.
The waiter with the name tag that reads “Makki” now stands before your table, a friendly smile greeting the two of you. “Congratulations on you two! We can sense the love even before this fine man proposed,” Makki beams, you raise a brow at Kenma, he shrugs. Makki hands you and the faux blond a fancy envelope. “In our restaurant, we have a special promo for couples who get engaged here, granting them five free desserts.”
Oh, we know, you wanted to comment. That’s why we’re here.
You share a glance with Kenma before you look down to open your envelope, a pink card with the different desserts printed on them. Your eyes spot your favorite desserts and immediately let Makki know your orders, he nods, smiling as he listens to you.
“I would want the apple pie and the tiramisu, please,” Kenma hands the envelope back to Makki. The waiter jots both of your orders down, before opening his mouth to speak again. “Oh, and can the apple pie be sliced in parts?”
Makki nods, “Yup.”
“I’ll have it sliced please.” Kenma smiles, “Thank you.”
“You two still have one more dessert left! Since you both ordered two each,” Makki brings up, his pointer raised. You chuckle, nodding understandingly. Kenma hums softly, eyes focused on you and you only.
If he keeps staring at me like that, I’ll fucking melt! Melt like the ice creams offered in this restaurant! You scream inside your head, face hot at the golden eyes that continue to pierce right through you.
“What would you like, love?” Kenma’s silky voice rings through your ears, while you bite your lips, now feeling shy. “Would you like a taiyaki or the banana split more?”
“I’m good with any,” you answer him. “You can choose what you want more though!”
“Mhm… okay. Got it,” He nods, now looking back to Makki. “We’ll get the taiyaki, please. And - uh, we’d like the desserts to be taken out? Is that’s okay?”
Makki gives him a thumbs-up, and Kenma lets out a relieved sigh. “Okay, okay… good! We have to be somewhere since I’m planning to bring my special lady somewhere,” he continues to blabber to the friendly waiter. You quirk a brow, lost. I don’t recall writing a scene like this in the book? Are these characters just… acting in their own volition? Do they actually have a life outside the books?
“Thank you! And congrats to you two once again!” Makki chimes in, taking the other envelope from you. You return his friendly smile thanking him, on the other hand, Kenma scratches his head, flustered.
The “somewhere” that Kenma wanted to bring you to was where the park that the two supposed main characters met when they were little. Now as you stand before the place you’ve written, you can’t help but agree on how magical it was. It wasn’t grand in any way, but it was just enough to create a lasting memory for a lifetime.
“I wanted to bring you here because we could eat the desserts peacefully,” Kenma bites his lip, avoiding your eyes. It was unbelievable how he effortlessly managed to capture your heart; may it be through written words or him standing right in front of you, hitting an arrow through your heart. He sits down on the left side of the swings, you take the one at the right. “And… erm… I wanted to hang out with you here.”
With your feet planted on the ground, you sway your swings slowly. Your movements create soft sounds with the squeak of the swings and the repeating contact of your sneakers to the pebbles. Kenma stays put whilst holding a brown paper bag, his gaze as sweet as the desserts that filled the bag.
“Was this just an excuse to be with me?” You tease him, now looking at the blond with cheeks as red as a strawberry. “Don’t worry Kenma, I feel the same. Now let’s eat! Let’s eat the taiyaki first, yeah?”
“Just like old times?” He voices out his question, words floating in thin air.
You slice the brief silence with your reply, “Just like old times.”
Technically, you have never experienced what he was talking about, but you’re somehow familiar with it. Similar to your relationship with the phenomenon of love; it was familiarly unknown.
Kenma hands you the fish-shaped cake first, you take it gratefully in your hands. You take a bite, while you watch him take his own and place the paper bag on his lap. Clutching your sling bag, you search for your phone, wanting to know how much time you have left to stay here. You didn’t want to be reminded of how limited your time is with him, but you had no choice - you had to be aware.
3:00:00,it showed in red. Your brows furrowed in confusion, why was it different this time? Does this mean that I get to stay with him for three more hours? Holy shit. You shut your phone off and put it back inside your bag.
“Ken, what time is it?” You ask him, while he quirks a brow.
“Didn’t you just check your phone?”
“My phone just died,” you answer him lamely, lying.
He shrugs, “Hm… it’s 9:00 PM right now.”
Three more hours.
When the clock strikes 12, you meet the deadline of your almost fairytale-like yet time-limited experience. You were Cinderella to this story; magically gifted a chance by some luck plucked in the universe, but you were still unsure if you’d actually be given a happy ending.
When the clock strikes 12, will time be kinder?
When the clock strikes 12, will time stop?
But as you gaze at the billions of stars found in Kenma’s golden eyes, maybe everything is worth it. You were given this chance once in a lifetime, it was better to make use of it before the time runs out.
“It’s still a bit early,” you avert your gaze to the sky. The stars in his eyes were brighter. “But I want to ask you something, Ken…” You hear him hum, “What do you think about love?”
“What’s this all about?” He chuckles, you feel your face get hot in embarrassment. “Kidding. Uh… love is hard to define and to be honest, I’m still trying to figure out my own definition for it. So for now, uh… love is hard to define, yeah—yup.”
Before you could open your mouth, you hear an unfamiliar voice boom behind you two. Turning around, your eyes widen at the sight of the tall man with messy jet-black bed hair and a grin tilted slightly sidewards. Kuroo Tetsurou; another childhood friend of the two main characters—and in this case, you were now one of the main characters.
“Hey, guys!” He walks to you and Kenma, his eyes shift from you to the blond. He also notices the sheepish smile plastered on your face and the blush that covers Kenma’s cheeks. Kuroo’s mouth twitches in mischief, “Did I interrupt something here?”
Kenma rolls his eyes, “You did.”
Your eyes blink in surprise, shocked at how blunt his response was. Well, you did write his character to be this way, but you were still caught off guard. Kuroo places his hands on his hips, lips now pouting. “Oh shit… really? Well, I was looking around for you! Someone went to your studio but it was closed earlier, they wanted to sched a photoshoot.”
“You could’ve texted me though?” Kenma asks his friend, holding out his phone to Kuroo. The taller man sighs dramatically, exclaiming how he did text him multiple times, but Kenma answered zero of them. Kenma whistles, “Oops.”
“Yeah, sure, oops!” Kuroo imitates the expression on Kenma’s face tauntingly, then, his eyes spot the paper bag with the restaurant’s logo and littered with pink heart stamps on Kenma’s lap. He crosses his arms, smirking, “You two went on a date?”
“You could call it that,” You waggle your brows. “Want some, Tetsu?”
“Fuck yeah!” Kuroo pumps his hands in the air, Kenma shakes his head before giving him a taiyaki. He takes it with a grin, before seating on the slide that was a few feet away from the swings. “Wait… isn’t this the dessert at the expensive ass restaurant downtown?”
Sharing a glance with Kenma, you wink at Kuroo. “Yup, we acted like a couple getting engaged to get free desserts. Since there’s a free Valentine’s day—more like a month—special.”
“Holy fuck! This is genius… finessing the system, huh?” Kuroo slaps his thighs, shaking in laughter. He turns to Kenma, “So you also got a fake engagement ring to get engaged or something?”
Kenma looks away, flustered at the question. “I used my grandma’s old engagement ring.”
Eyeing the beautiful silver ring that adorned your ring, your heart melts at how shy Kenma has gotten and how endearing he was. Kuroo hums, a genuine smile now playing on his lips. You knew that it was his grandma’s ring, you also knew the reason why he gave it. Why wouldn’t you when you practically know him by hand—no, literally.
“Didn’t your mom say to give it to a person you—”
“Finish that and I’ll strangle you alive,” Kenma grits out, cutting Kuroo off. The smirk on Kuroo’s face returns and his brows wiggle suggestively to his childhood friend. You chuckle, shaking your head. I mean, I know the reason why either way. I literally wrote the story.
Time passes by like a breeze, and Kuroo bids goodbye to the two of you. Before he left, he shared the stories of his mini-adventures with the new little frog he befriended a few days ago. He named the frog, “Hoppy Scotchy.” Kenma made a snide remark on how he thought Kuroo would name the frog “Bogart” because, for him, Kuroo tends to give “ugly” names to basically anything and everything.
Kenma and you remain on the swings, eating the other desserts you got from the expensive restaurant.
He takes a bite of his apple pie, which was thankfully sliced by his request, and his eyes fixate on the stars.
“If I were to actually propose, I want it to be somewhere special,” Kenma cuts the tranquil silence with his words. “That’s one of the wishes I want to fulfill in life, I guess..”
He turns to you, eyes brighter than the stars decorated in the sky. But if you were to compare him between the stars and moon, you’d choose the latter. There are many stars in the universe, but the moon—she’s incomparable.
That’s how Kenma is in the scope of your lens.
When people say they’re over the moon, it’s a way to say how ecstatic they are. And every encompassing minute with him is just filled with utter bliss and comfort. He’s exceptionally bright and he’s hopelessly unaware of it.
“Mhm, like where?”
“Uh… a place where we both met, perhaps?” He shrugs, swallowing the bite he took. His cheeks redden like apples, “For instance, if I were to really propose to you, I’d do it here. Here in this playground. Not just because I prefer privacy, but I also treasure intimacy. Y’know?”
“That’s true and it’s very like you.” With a gentle smile reaching your eyes, you hum softly. “I feel like public proposals can only happen successfully when the couple talks about their plans and all, like for example, marriage. I fucking hate it when they only propose publicly just to pressure their partner to say yes on the spot. Like? How low can you be?!”
Kenma’s chuckle rings through the empty night. “Right? And it’s always the men who do it too.”
“I know!” You roll your eyes, grumbling. “Men are so fucking annoying.”
“Agreed.”
A few moments of silence pass by, the night breeze kissing both of your skins. You estimate to have an hour left before your time runs out. Wanting to savor the company of Kenma, you cling to your words.
“Hey, Ken?”
“Yeah?” He takes another bite of his beloved apple pie, cheeks full. You had to contain the urge to pinch his cheeks right there and then. He’s so fucking cute, what the fuck! Can’t I just keep him?!
You bite your lip while deep in thought. You open your mouth and hesitate - the words you wanted to say wouldn’t come out. They remain to be an unspoken fate. Maybe another time, then. “Nothing, nothing.”
I want to stay here with you, but I can’t.
Kenma raises a brow, “You sure? You look like you’re thinking hard of something.”
Wrapping your arms to your body, you nod assuringly. You were unsure if you were assuring him or the seas of uncertainty swimming inside you. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry.”
“You denying it worries me even more, but I won’t push you to say anything.” Kenma replies, now folding the paper bag close. “Just know that I’m always here, yeah?”
“Yeah, I know you will be.”
But I’m unsure if I’ll always be there for you, Kenma.
“Do you want to stay over tonight?” His question holds the universe tight in his hold. He gives you a cheeky wink, “Stay over the night, my fiancée?”
It wouldn’t hurt if you cherish this moment a little longer, wouldn’t it?
“I’d love to, my fiancé.“
After all, you’re only given a limited amount of time.
The next time you wake up, you’re sprawled over your floor. Your wall clock beams the time annoyingly, 9:08 AM. Almost ten hours after your encounter with Kenma. Before you drifted to a deep slumber, you remember sharing the bed with him. The parallels never lie, they tell the tales of your universes; so similar yet apart - never intersecting.
“I could’ve at least gotten a memory of my night with him,” you groan, now sitting up straight. Rubbing your drowsy eyes, you yawn tiredly. Your eyes scan your apartment, nothing out of the ordinary, that was until you saw the same paper bag of the restaurant from last time. Kicking your legs, you stand up—well, wobble.
“Holy fucking shit?!” Your hands take a hold of the paper bag, placed neatly on your dining table. Quickly opening it, you were met with the only dessert left, an apple pie—Kenma’s favorite. You also catch sight of another folded paper. “It’s them again, isn’t it?”
“Good morning, Y/N!
We figured that you’d want a memory of last night so when you “transported” back to your universe, we brought along this lonesome apple pie and the ring Kenma gave you. You’re welcome in advance. And yes, we predicted you squealing right now. And no, we can’t read minds.
Anyway, we forgot to mention that whenever you’re not in the other characters’ universe, time resumes normally. There are versions of you floating around there as well but don’t worry, they don’t really have consciousness - they’re just there to fill in the blanks while you’re away.
That’s it for now. Enjoy!
P.S. Kenma put a long pillow between the two of you only for him to push it aside while he was sleeping. Then proceeded on hugging you, thinking it was his pillow.
— EVOL.”
You shake your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. Of course, Kenma would do that, it’s very “Kenma” of him to do so. Biting down your lips to stop the huge grin from breaking free, you place the folded paper back in the paper bag.
“I’ll eat it later.”
You were in fact, not able to eat the apple pie.
For the past few days, you contemplated whether or not you should eat it. You could’ve returned to Kenma’s universe, but it felt unfair for the other characters because you haven’t met them yet. So you were stuck with a three-day-old apple pie and wasted chances from meeting the other characters.
Today, you decided to change that.
(You also decided to throw out the apple pie and keep the paper bag instead.)
You were ready to face Suna Rintarou, after all. He’s the main character in your 4th book, “Mic Drop.” Rintarou is an underground rapper with high ambitions. He’s basically a Chaste Atlantic song personified. If you were being completely honest, he was one of the most interesting characters you’ve ever written. With a hard exterior presented to everyone around him but showing a soft interior to people he holds dear to his heart, there was something unexplainable about him.
“Ludus,” your voice whispers through thin air, eyes closing tightly. You should get used to this, but every time, you get a bit nauseous.
Sounds of children squealing greet your ears: “Mommy, she ate my food!” “Daddy, can we buy more food?!” “I want the unicorn back!” Your eyes open abruptly, only to stand in front of a Primary School. The red gate caging you outside.
What the fuck? Am I in the right universe? You sigh in exasperation, You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Y/N-ie?” A voice says while you feel a soft tug on your skirt. Looking down, you’re met with a cute girl with pigtails. Her big eyes look up to you with a few tears leaking, making it glassy. Your heart immediately breaks at the upset look she plastered on her face. “The boys in my class made fun of my new bag…”
“They did? How rude of them!” You were unsure of who this child is but you picked her up in your arms. Her bag drops on the floor with a loud thud. While you coo at her, your mind reels back to who this can possibly be in the 4th book.
What if she’s mistaken me for someone else? But she seems to know me though? Fuck, I can’t just ask for her name, she might cry even more if I “forgot” about her.
Eyeing her heart-shaped bag, you see her nametag spell out: “Rinako.” Your mouth opens in familiarity, now remembering who she is—Rintarou’s younger sister. You’ve written him down to be protective of his sister and have a soft spot for her.
“They even said that it’s ugly and so girly because it’s pink,” she sniffles out. “I got mad at them because this is the bag Rinnie gave me for my birthday. I don’t get why they have to be so mean about it…”
“They said it’s ugly?!” Your words unexpectedly fly out with no filter, coming across as a loud exclaim. She nods, resting her chin on your shoulder while her arms hug your neck. “You know what’s ugly? Their behavior! And besides, colors have no gender!”
“Brother told me the—the same thing,” Rinako whispers out. You feel her wipe her tears with her smaller hands, “He even told me that… that pink is such a cool color that’s why it’s the color of his mic for when he per—performs.”
You pat her back lightly before you crouch down to take her school bag. It was a cute and simple bag, pink and heart-shaped, medium in size. It was also outlined with holographic glitter, a small teddy bear keychain dangling on its side.
“When I see those mean fu—bullies, I mean,” You corrected yourself before you could curse. She sniffles a bit. “When I see them I’ll avenge you Rinako! Trust me!”
“Thank you, Y/N-ie!” She snuggles even more in your warmth.
“…Hey Rina, where are we supposed to go again?”
“Um… back home?”
“Can you tell me the directions, your Y/N-ie kind of forgot…”
After Rinako teaches you the way back, which was, by the way, a 40-minute walk from the school since you had to enter the village where they reside. You even suggested going to an ice cream shop to rest for a bit because your legs badly wanted to give up. The two of you now finally stand in front of their house. It was a huge modern house, white in color and accented with beige.
I forgot they were rich.
“I’m sorry for making us walk today Y/N-ie,” Rinako apologizes as she welcomes you inside. You gawk at the sight of the high ceilings and the painted portraits of each Suna family member propped on the white walls. “Normally, our driver would pick me up but he called in sick. Mom, dad, and Rinnie are busy with their work too.”
You smile, “It’s fine, we were able to eat ice cream while doing so, yeah? We had fun!”
Rinako grins, nodding, her pigtails moving with each movement. “I’ll prepare you a tea party because you deserve it!”
“No, no, it’s okay!”
“I insist, Y/N-ie!” She waves your objections aside. She’s just like her brother; stubborn beyond comparison. You smile at their similarities, it was nice seeing firsthand the characters that were mere words come to life. Her gray eyes sparkled in delight, “Let’s go upstairs in my room!”
You follow her as she leads you through their splendid central staircase. As your feet lead you up, you admire the woodwork done to the staircase, Rinako babbles about her new teacup set. You pull your phone out of your sweatpants’ pocket and check how much time you have left. Indicated in red text, the screen blares 10:00:00.
Holy shit, I have so much time left? Your eyes widen, Where the fuck is Rintarou though?!
“Here we are!” Rinako pushes her dark wooden door open, a grin plastered on her face. You two enter and you can’t help but admire everything around here. It astonished you, they really were rich. “Y/N-ie seat over the pink couch first and I’ll wash our teacups first!”
“Let me help, Rina—” She shakes her head, pointing at her pink couch. You know you couldn’t convince her further, she wouldn’t follow you either. “Okay, fine.”
Taking a seat on her pink leather couch, you sigh in relaxation. You let your feet finally rest, it was a tiring 40-minute walk anyway, who could blame you. You watch Rinako take her teacup set in one of her cabinets and scurry inside her bathroom.
“Hey Rina, where’s Rintarou again?”
“He’s in a meeting with Mom and Dad!” She yells her answer from the bathroom, her voice echoing. “He said he’ll come here right after their meeting though!”
“M’kay!”
You unlock your phone and scroll through your apps, but to your surprise, the social media accounts you owned in your universe were gone. The other you stared back at you, as her smile beams at each photo as you scroll through her accounts.
“There are versions of you floating around there as well but don’t worry, they don’t really have consciousness - they’re just there to fill in the blanks while you’re away.”
It saddened you in a way that you didn’t understand why.
The next few minutes consisted of you playing a random puzzle game, and as you were about to ask Rinako if she was done washing her teacup set, a text message from Rintarou notified you. Your eyes widen, a bit giddy at his text. You didn’t even meet him yet but you’re here smiling like a fool.
[4:43 PM] Rin:babe, i’ll come home in a few hours!! enjoy your time with rina, okay? we’ll go out after, i love you.
[4:44 PM] Rin:P.S. in my room, there’s a dress i bought you last night. wear that for me later okay, pretty?
You type a reply and send it quickly, smiling. Rinako walks back with her washed porcelain teacup and sets it down on the floor. Your eyes widen remembering that it was an expensive Hermes set. You knew because you owned one as well, a gift from Kenji last year. She hums at you while she sets two cups down, “Do you want chamomile or echinacea tea, Y/N-ie?”
“Any that you want, Rina, I’m good with any.” You answer her, she nods. She gets up on her feet once again and walked over to take two tea bags, and turn on the kettle to heat up some water. You watch her go back and sit down on the floor.
“You’re really good at managing the tea and stuff, do you do this often?” Your question makes her eyes crinkle in delight while she gives you a thumbs-up.
“Yup! Rinnie and I like to make tea a lot, we like to do it when we bond!” Rinako flashes you her toothy grin, “He taught me a lot about a lot of stuff… He’s the best big brother ever!”
“Ever?”
“Yep,” she bobs her head up and down. She leans closer to you, “Don’t tell him this but he talks about you like all the time! Rinnie goes all heart-eyes for you, Y/N-ie, I swear!”
Your eyes crinkle at her revelation. Before she could say another word to expose her brother, the kettle whistles, its sound echoing through the room. Rinako stands up and takes the kettle carefully, two spoons in her other hand. She stalks back to your spot and settles down on the floor across from you.
You watch her place a teabag in each teacup and then carefully pour the scorching water inside. She cuts you off right away when she sees you open your mouth, probably to whine about how you weren’t able to help. She was right.
“Let me do this for you, Y/N-ie! It’s just fair because I tired you out earlier,” she explains with a pout. “Anyway, I have more stories about Rinnie, specifically embarrassing ones—”
The door to Rinako’s room opens with a tall figure trailing behind it. Suna Rintarou stands with a hand on his hip and a brow raised, lips formed in an amused smirk: “Embarrassing stories about me?”
Rinako groans, “Rinnie, go away! Can’t you see Y/N-ie and I hanging out?” She stirs your tea slowly, before handing it out to you. You take it gratefully and place it back on the floor. You can’t help but divert your attention to her brother instead.
If Kozume Kenma was your dream come true, then for Suna Rintarou, you are the epitome of all of his dreams combined. You are the dream he can forever succumb to in rose-tinted and cloudy skies.
“I can clearly see that,” Suna rolls his eyes, now closing the door. He walks to you two, plopping himself on Rinako’s bed. He takes a bunny plushie and hugs it in his chest. “But Y/N and I are gonna hang out tonight! And besides, she’s my girlfriend, don’t steal her away from me!”
A goofy grin breaks out from your lips as you look at him. Rinako sticks a tongue out at her older brother, shaking her head. “Nope, she’s staying with me!”
“Y/N and I are going out later!” Suna pouts, he turns to look at you with puffed cheeks. “Right, babe?”
Your eyes flicker from his grayish-yellow eyes down to his lips. You slap a hand on your face, causing Rinako and Suna to stare at you. He clears his throat before you answer, stumbling through your words. “Um - uh, yeah! Yeah. Sorry.”
Fuck, he’s so… holy shit.
Suna chuckles, shaking his head. You couldn’t help but admire his eyes, his lips, his voice—everything. Everything about Suna Rintarou was intoxicating; it was as if he was some type of drug you needed to consume daily because you feel like, without him, you were incomplete. A pill crushed in pieces, if you may.
“Babe, you okay?” He asks you, now concerned. He couldn’t help but wonder why you were acting so ditzy. “Do you have a headache? Bellyache?”
Now, this is a problem you’re yet to face more in the future: from all the characters, Suna was very keen. He’d see right through you if you lied to his face. And knowing that you aren’t his actual girlfriend, you’re bound to make a mistake or two.
“This is all your fault, Rinnie!” Rinako points an accusing finger to Suna with furrowed eyes. “She was doing okay earlier, this is all your fault!”
“Why is it my fault?!”
“I dunno! I’m blaming you just because I can!”
The two siblings argue for a few more minutes until you have had enough. You let out a loud sigh, making them stop and turn their heads back at you. “Guys, I’m okay… okay? If you continue to fight, my head will actually hurt this time.”
They nod slowly, listening to you.
You were fine, really, just overwhelmed about your current situation. Everything happening to you lately is just actually bizarre.
“Let me hang out with Y/N-ie more before you two leave for later!” Rinako begs with a pout. Suna lets out a dramatic sigh, “Okay, fine!”
“We’ll leave later, pretty.” Suna stands up from the bed, before crouching down and planting a kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks heat up, giddy. He sing-songs, “Can’t wait for later tonight!”
“I’d like to dedicate this song to my girlfriend!” Suna yells through his pink mic, eyes eagerly meeting yours. The sound of the crowd’s loud cheers echoes in the bar, hearing some of them coo at how romantic their beloved rapper “Ludus” was. The spotlight aims at his tall frame, colors of red, blue, and violet alternating. “She’s right here, actually!”
As Suna points his finger to where you were currently seated, at one of the booths on the right of the bar, the spotlight follows your direction. You grimace at the intensity of brightness of the light and at the eyes that followed suit. After you get used to it, you flash them a smile.
The lights here hurt my eyes so much, you groan internally. I can’t be a celebrity like this - I have to train myself more. Kidding, I already am a celebrity. Maybe, I don’t know.
“I’m not someone who usually sings but tonight is an exception,” He chuckles. Suna looks to his left and nods, “Hit it!”
The Miya twins start playing their respective instruments; Osamu on the drums and Atsumu with the electric guitar. Ojiro Aran salutes and trails his fingers on his bass. After a few movements, the intro of “Die for You” by The Weeknd starts playing through their instruments.
You sway your body to the music, enjoying the richness of Suna’s voice. His deep voice complimented the song and he interpreted the lyrics effortlessly as well. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t sing more often when he’s that fucking good.
“The distance and the time between us, it’ll never change my mind, ‘cause baby I’ll die for you.” Suna sings, his eyes trained on you and you only. Feeling shy, you close your eyes and smile. He was great at making you feel like you were the only person in the world. In fact, he was a natural at that.
While Suna continues to sing, an unfamiliar voice slices through your busy thoughts.
“Hello, can I take a seat here?”
You open your eyes and an ash blond guy smiles at you. A friendly smile plastered all over his face, he looks at the empty space in front of you. He scratches his head, “Um - uh, can I? I’m really sorry, all the seats are packed and yeah…”
“Sure, no worries.”
Suna from the stage sees this exchange between you and the guy. It wasn’t just any guy though, it was his biggest rival, Semi Eita, known for his rapper name “E-Dream.”
For Suna, you’re his dreams all combined. But with Semi Eita in the picture, he can’t help but feel all of his dreams be crushed.
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