Hanabusa-san, how did you realize that you're a lesbian? (sorry for my english, if that)
And that’s how I realized that I’m lesbian.Well, now I’m in summer holidays, so… All of you, my dear classmates, are invited to my summer house! It has a big pool, a lot of bedrooms and of course, my private beach~ But you need a swimsuit like me. (✿◠‿◠) So… ALL OF YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR A SWIMSUIT FOR 7 ASK!! You can’t use the swimsuits that you used in the OVA and in the anime too.Happy holidays~ 凸(¬‿¬)凸 ♥ // Genderbend~ (3/5)ask-tokaku asksagaeharuki askkirigayahitsugi askbanba askinukaiisuke askshutou askichinoseharu asknamatamechitaru ask-nio-hashiri ask-meichiyuri askkenmochishiena askkaminagakouko asktakechiotoya
S-Shiena-chan, run. E-everyone has been turned into b-b-boys!
is no one safe from this curse?!!!!!?btw just cos i look different now doesnt mean im not still a girl- wait, banba san come back i can explain everything -
I saw the little ‘1′ pop up on the message. With a thrill of excitement, I moved my cursor, hovering over my destined fate. If this is another goddamned meme again I’m going to delete my whole account and eat my laptop out of shame, I though. gueSs what it happENED to bE. Another
((I'm not making this a habit but it was mod takechis bday and I had to do something..... The gift will probably come in several parts tho because I'm indecisive and feel bad))
"Scissoring."
"What?"
Otoya rolled over, nearly falling off the couch, and Shiena could see a disgusting string of drool on her lower lip. "You asked me what my major was before. Scissoring."
Shiena held back a frustrated sigh and zipped her bag up with a huff. "That's not a course." She mumbled, fixing her glasses subconsciously. "And even if it was-" she swung the bag over her shoulder for emphasis, "- I sure as hell wouldn't expect them to actually take you."
"Of course they would!" Otoya beamed, jumping off the couch and knocking over a bowl of Doritos with her enthusiasm, "I'm very good at-"
By this point, Shiena learned to just tune out whatever bullcrap Otoya was spitting out at the time, since she knew her roommate was a consummate liar and bully and all-round idiot. She liked playing with scissors and torturing insects, including poor Shiena herself. It was a shame neither of them had killed the other yet. It probably had to do with Otoya's famed nightly excursions, and the fact that they were rarely both in the same room and awake at the same time.
"Please don't mess the place up too much this time..." Shiena said as she left, more a plea to god than an actual request to her roommate. Once, when Shiena left to go to her lecture for the day, she came back only hours later to find every packet of Smith's Original Potato Chips mysteriously opened in the cupboard and replaced with Crinkle Cut Salt and Vinegar, which was an unpleasant surprise. Somehow, there were crumbs in the couch that wouldn't come out for weeks afterwards.
Another time, Shiena had rehearsals for the class production, and in that short span of time, Otoya had somehow mistaken salt for baking soda, exploded something in the kitchen, melted one of the masks Shiena needed to the ironing board, misplaced the toaster AND lost Shiena's copy of Ibsen. To top it all off, they'd run out of aspirin.
To put things short, Shiena was sick and tired of having this leech as her roommate, barely paying rent and using up all her time and energy. She thought she'd let Haruki know just how she felt about it on the way to her workshop, which happened to be in the same direction.
"You don't get it," she groaned, "Inukai might be a bitch but at least she has money. You know, to pay for her own stuff. Takechi just uses my money all the time - I'm an arts undergraduate! I- I don't have enough time for an outside job or anything, I'm barely surviving on my own as is..."
"Dude, relax!" Haruki clapped a hand on Shiena's back and it wasn't nearly as helpful as Haruki probably thought. "If you've got such a problem with it, you could talk to the head, I'm sure she'd be able to find another room or something?"
Shiena shook her head, and pushed her glasses back up her nose. "It's not that big of a deal, really. I'm just stressed-"
"- with the production coming up? Yeah, dude, I know. I'm still making sets for that thing. Oh, speaking of which, Isuke-sama decided she didn't want to go after all... Maybe I could give the spare ticket to you, if you wanna ask Takechi to come along?"
"... We'll see what happens." Shiena replied, though it was clear she really meant 'no way in hell'. Haruki shrugged and waved goodbye as they parted their separate ways, and Shiena was in an understandably poor mood for her whole workshop.
She came home - it still felt weird calling it that - and, as expected, the place was a mess. There was a track of mud on the floor that would need to be mopped up later. The kitchen bench was covered in flour. At this point Shiena was positive Otoya was doing this on purpose to irritate her. It was working.
"Takechi what-" Shiena stopped at a sudden burst of maniacal laughter from the blanket-covered lump on the couch. "- what did I say..."
Otoya blatantly ignored her, so Shiena gave up trying to reason with her and flung herself back into the recliner chair. The TV was on. Otoya had weird taste; for example, today, she was watching a show that seemed to involve a serial killer who the police kept calling the 'Jack the Ripper of the 21st century' but Shiena, not having seen the beginning of the episode, was understandably lost. Every so often, Otoya would bark out a laugh. Shiena noticed it was particularly whenever the police failed to catch the killer, or the voiceover went into depth about the method of death.
"Shienaaaa," Otoya whined at last, dragging out her name as long as possible, "I'm booored. And hungry. How come there's never anything to eat here, only that shitty original flavoured stuff, that's so boring, why couldn't you..."
Shiena felt rage and frustration and unfocused anger bubble over the edge, just like their kettle had a few weeks ago before it exploded and nearly tore her limbs off.
Maybe it would have been better, she thought, if Otoya's limbs had actually been blown off.
"Well!" She started, voice soft but gradually increasing in volume as she riled herself up. "Well, it's not like I see you doing anything! I go to classes every day, and all you ever do is sit around like a- like an idiot! And then! You have the audacity to blame me for this?! I'm sorry I'm a drama student, I'm sorry I'm actually achieving things with my life! I'm so, so sorry that I might have started out like a little victim for you to toy with, but I'm not anymore, ok?"
Shiena was vaguely aware of the fact that she was now standing, but let it pass in the moment of white hot anger.
"I'm sick of this. I'm sick of your stupid scissors and the- the laziness and... I don't know how this little parasite-host relationship got past the first few days but I'm moving. I'm sorry for causing you grief."
She spat out the last word, before she realised just what she'd said and felt her blood freeze in her veins. Otoya was dead faced, blinking owlishly. The TV was playing in the background, still, but it felt faded and fuzzy. Then, Otoya slowly began to get up and Shiena regretted it, she regretting being so selfishly aggressive for that one moment, now she was going to get it.
Otoya moved past her and grabbed her scissors from the table on the way out. She left the door open. Where was she going...?
"... Shit."
Shiena threw on her coat but didn't bother putting her shoes back on. She was very confused by this turn of events but Otoya and scissors never made a good combination, ever. Once, she caught Otoya pinning flies by the wings and decapitating them. Honestly, the thought that Otoya would move onto people was not an uncommon one.
What if...?
She wasn't fast by any means and her legs were about to literally kill her, but Shiena managed to catch up to Otoya before she turned the corner and was lost forever. She was walking leisurely, swinging her scissors by her side and... Whistling? Weird, much?
Very weird.
Shiena followed behind at a safe distance (not about to admit she was slightly scared) and watched as Otoya stopped in front of a door, raised her free hand, and knocked.
Ok, she had to do something. With a burst of heroism, Shiena leapt forth from her hiding place, ready to defend the poor victims from this deranged serial killer and maybe earn some respect or go down with style, at least, but stopped short when a professor opened the door and greeted her.
"Otoya!" He said, spreading his arms. "Late again? This is the third time in a row-"
"I'm here." Otoya said simply, grinning and fiddling with the scissors in her hand. The professor didn't so much as flinch.
"Well, at least you finally brought those scissors we needed. How long has it been, a year?"
Um.
The two finally caught sight of Shiena, standing awkwardly poised to the side, frozen in mortification.
"Shiena!" Otoya said in delight, clapping her hands. "You've come to see me work!"
"Work...?"
"Come on in," the professor chuckled, ushering a singing Otoya and a shell-shocked Shiena inside the lab, "if it's Otoya's friend then I'm sure we can allow spectators for one evening."
Shiena didn't know what to say. Here they were in a lab, and Otoya was fiddling around with a white lab coat and safety glasses, like a professional. A bunch of other equally-odd people flittered about the room in coats, some with blood-stained gloves and others holding scalpels, weights, scissors, or Petri dishes.
"So you are here for a reason." was the only thing Shiena could force out of her mouth. All this time she'd though Otoya was just a freeloader, when she was actually a student here, too. She felt foolish.
"Mhm," Otoya grunted through her teeth as she hitched up her gloves with her teeth, "anatomical pathology. I lied earlier."
"Oh."
"Pretty cool, huh?"
Shiena looked over at what Otoya was doing, something which involved a microscope and various different biological tissues, or something. Shiena was never very good at science, in all honesty. "... Not really."
"I'll get to look at dead bodies, Shiena!"
Ok, way too excited about that. Serial killer Otoya was still an option, then.
"Please, wear safety equipment in the lab!" The professor called at her, and Shiena felt her face burn before she complied, sticking the safety goggles over her own glasses and feeling absolutely idiotic.
Never mind that.
"Takechi I-" the words stuck in her throat before Otoya whirled away to write down her observations, switching back and forth in a distracted little dance.
"Yes, Shiena?" Otoya was done in minutes, and moved onto a vial of a liquid which she dropped into a dish of blood. Shiena looked away.
"What I said earlier, I- I didn't realise that you- that this, um..."
Otoya giggled. "Are you apologising, Shiena?"
"N- no. A little bit. But not for everything, just for thinking you were a no-good parasite. I... This must take a lot of work, right?"
"Yeah! No, not at all, as if I have time to do work outside of class!"
Shiena felt a headache coming on. Oh dear lord, she said in a silent plea, please take away this agony.
"But-" Otoya paused again for some scribbling, then continued, "it's dumb having the cool bits at night time. It means I never get to see you, really. Except when you're all grumpy and mad at me. Which is hot, kinda, but not very nice for poor old me..."
"Takechi, I swear..."
"... Oh wait, wait, this one'll make you smile, come on!"
"That's not-"
Otoya hushed her, and led her over to an empty table which she covered in protective paper and plastic, or something. A beaker sat right in the middle. A few bottles of substances with very long scientific names were already on the table, no doubt from previous uses, and Shiena wondered whether it was Otoya who used them last.
"Watch this. You always said I was a spider, right? Or like, satan or something I dunno..."
Otoya, in all her scientific finery, swept her hands in practiced movements over the beaker on the table, seemingly randomly throwing things in the mixture with a very over the top 'ta-da~'. Nothing happened.
Then, something tentacle-y and demonic emerged from the very depths of hell, bubbling and spinning and growing holy crap it really did look like a demon spider. Or maybe an octopus.
It was morbidly fascinating, but led Shiena to wonder why this was conveniently set up in the anatomical pathology lab.
Behind the display, Otoya made a face and rose from behind the monstrosity - it was still growing, but at a slower rate, thank god - and grinned like she'd discovered the greatest thing in the universe.
Her eyes, Shiena discovered, were very bright all of a sudden.
And then it was over, and Shiena had to forcibly snap herself out of her stupor before Otoya noticed she was staring.
"There, a little one." Otoya came up close and pressed two fingers to Shiena's cheeks, causing her to flinch back out of reflex more than anything else. She dropped the smile instantly, out of spite, or something.
"It's not like I haven't seen that b- before." Whoa, what was that stutter?
"Yeah, but you still smiled! Shiena actually looks half-pretty when she does that!"
That was definitely a compliment and Shiena felt light headed for a moment, unwound for a moment. She looked Otoya right in the eyes and regretted it because she forgot how much she utterly, truly despised her roommate. Definitely. Then she opened her damn mouth and regretted every word.
"Hey I have a spare ticket to the class production take it since I won't need it."
Every. Word. She'd just invited Otoya - who she still hated, by the way - to see the play she was directing and Otoya just smiled back in what she assumed was a yes. This was a terrible idea. The worst idea Shiena had ever had, and her whole life was built on mistakes.
Somehow she felt she might not regret this one, though.
another pair is called ‘go away takechi’ and there’s a secret pair i like to call ‘buy one get one free’.who the heck would name their glasses anyway hahha ha…
-Would protect: mahiru, maybe haru idk
-names to run from very fast: takechi, hitsugi, azuma?? shinya?????
-would hold a conversation with: suzu, kouko, haruki
-innate dislike for no apparent reason but my intuition is always correct: hanabusa, nio
-confusing: Chitaru
put it this way, i wouldnt trust any of them with my life but i wouldnt trust myself with that either, so.
okay which one of you memers have the gull to actually call me tokaky here on my blog. also I don’t /need/ milk. you’re probably talking about the mod ((stOP))
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