So— for your event, may I please request ❤️ + Yuta Aoi? Thanks in advance!
Thank you!! Not gonna lie, I dunno about this one, lads. I’ve studied Yuta’s wiki page down to each letter and found as many translations about him and I just can’t pin him down. Still, I hope you enjoy, dear anon and everyone else who reads~
Yuta Aoi x Reader: One Day I'll Say How Much I Love You (500 Followers Event)
❤️ Prompt: “I like you. No, that’s a lie. The truth is I really love you.”
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
Yuta doesn’t know how his brother can do it. How he can say such words so freely, likely because there is no double meaning in his words. When you bid goodbye to the twins, Hinata didn’t spare a second to obnoxiously shout at your turned figure.
“Love you, (Y/N)-chan!”
Both you and Yuta turned to Hinata. The surprise was clear on your face but you only laughed heartily as you responded in kind. Then there was the silence. Yuta could’ve sworn it lasted for years, a tangible heaviness that pressed down on his chest. Your gaze was on Hinata but the way your body and face was angled towards Yuta told him what you were hoping for. For Hinata, such an exclamation was a pure expression of platonic love, there was nothing deeper to consider. But for Yuta… he could never say such words without betraying how he really felt. The words were stuck in his throat as even Hinata turned to him with raised eyebrows and a cheeky grin. He needed to say something, anything. He tried to speak but stuttered, he then cleared his throat only to stumble over his words again.
“Get home safe!” Yuta said quickly. He didn’t miss how your shoulders dropped, nor how his heart dropped with it. You smiled back, reciprocating the same sentiment before leaving. When you were out of earshot, Yuta’s posture slumped and he let out a sigh of despair as his brother patted his back sympathetically.
“Let me show (Y/N)-chan just how much we care about them until you can bring yourself to do it too!”
Hinata offered a reassuring smile but the solemn look Yuta sent back told him he was anything but comforted. It just wasn’t the same. He wanted to be the one to say such words to you, he wanted to receive your smile and he wanted you to say those words back.
Alas, it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon as Yuta struggled through every single goodbye and compliment meanwhile you and Hinata had the strength to use that dreaded phrase that Yuta could barely choke out. Hinata was nothing but understanding as he consoled his little brother as he could do nothing but reply with lackluster alternatives for the next few weeks.
“G-Goodbye, (Y/N)!”
“You look… uh… super, cool! Yeah…”
“You’re really neat, (Y/N)-chan!”
With every strained smile you returned, Yuta just wanted the earth to swallow him whole. He needed to fix this, he needed to be able to say it to you. That word, it was only four letters and a single syllable, it had no right to be this hard to get his lips around. And so, Yuta was left with no option but to stand in his dorm’s bathroom, practicing to say what Hinata could say to you, word for word.
“Love you, (Y/N)-chan!” No, trying to match his brother’s energy felt too forced.
“Love you, (Y/N)-chan.” No, the tone was too dull.
“Love you, (Y/N).” It sounds like he’s actually trying to confess, he has to play this off as casual and platonic!
“You know, you have to begin with ‘I’ or else they’re not going to take the confession seriously.”
Yuta could only stare at his roommate Kaoru in horror as he stood at the doorway. There wasn’t even time for Kaoru to chuckle before he promptly received a door to the face.
But with enough time, dedication, and a pep talk in front of the mirror, Yuta could do it. On a sunny afternoon, skies crystal clear and the birds singing their praises for him, the world was encouraging him to say the faithful phrase as you parted ways from the twins.
“Love you, (Y/N)-chan,” Yuta waved at you, his sentence finishing with a heavy exhale. Hinata stifled a cheer as you turned back to look at Yuta. He couldn’t breathe as he succumbed to your gaze but he wasn’t going to complain. The way the edges of your eyes crinkled as you offered him a dazzling smile.
“Love you too, Yuta!”
That single phrase was one he burned into his memory to replay whenever he needed it. Your voice carrying with the wind as you freely proclaimed your affection for him, this could be one of the happiest days in his life!
So why did the weight in his chest never leave? Why did his heart still tighten as you turned your back to him and headed home? Why did his brother's encouraging smile only make him feel more bitter?
The next day, after a sleepless night, Yuta had nothing to do but sulk in his dorm. Hinata had asked you to watch him practice and Yuta usually joined but he was in no mood to see the two of you get along so freely. Every once in a while, his heart felt so unbearably heavy he had to let out a whine as Kaoru and his other roommate, Nagisa, watched over curiously. They had tried to approach him but Yuta was adamant that he was okay. What else could he say? He wasn’t even sure why he felt so upset, having nothing else to do but hope that this melancholy phase would pass. With nothing else to do, Yuta tuned in to Kaoru and Nagisa's voices as they struck up conversation.
“Say, Nagisa,” Kaoru stated rather loudly, projecting his voice for all in the room to hear. “Are you having any romantic struggles?”
“... what?” Yuta could hear Nagisa’s frown in his confused tone. “Of course not-”
“Yes you are, I can see it in your face.”
“What’s on my face-?”
“You know what advice I give to my dear juniors with romantic struggles?”
“I'm not even your junior... oh. No, I don’t know what advice you would give. Do enlighten me.”
“Just confess.”
Yuta lifted his face from the pillow, only to see Kaoru and Nagisa still watching him. With the knowing smirk on Kaoru’s face and the firm nod Nagisa offered Yuta, it was clear Nagisa wasn’t who this conversation was for.
“Even if rejection hurts, even if just getting the words out to confess is hard, it’ll be worth it. If you don’t confess, you’ll be constantly held back by doubt and insecurity. It’s too painful to bite back what you want to say or to cover it up, so just let it all out.”
“That sounds like excellent advice, Kaoru.”
Could that really be it? The reason why his stomach won’t stop churning, the reason why he feels so solemn despite his heart not being broken. Being able to bid you goodbye wasn’t enough, he still had so much to say to you. Standing up, Yuta threw his pillow away and silently left the dorms, leaving Nagisa and Kaoru alone.
“... is it still on my face?”
“... huh?”
Shoes slamming against concrete, Yuta ignored the inquisitive glances of the other idols he ran past. You and Hinata should still be practicing at the studio, he should be able to make it in time. Ignoring the lactic acid building up in his joints, every stair he climbed becoming more painful and seemingly larger than the last. One step at a time he was getting closer to you, getting closer to what he needed to say…
The studio door swung open with a bang as it rebounded off the wall. You turned away from Hinata to see Yuta standing by the doorway, chest heaving, face red as he stared at you with wide eyes.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
Yuta couldn’t help but feel satisfied at how you looked so lost for words, your widening eyes looking away from him. His sweet revenge, this was what you got for taking his breath away for so long.
“D-don’t we say those sort of things as a goodbye?” You asked with a nervous chuckle.
“That’s not enough,” Yuta replied. “I can’t keep saying it like we’re friends. The truth is, I really love you. I don’t want to just say it in passing, I want to say it to you honestly and seriously.”
Pacing up to you, Yuta clasped your hands in his, emerald eyes shining in hope. “I love you. Please, can I be your boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
You didn’t waste a second to pull him into an embrace, Yuta eagerly pressing his body against yours. As one of your hands laced through his orange locks, another reached down to intertwine your fingers with his. His cheek against yours, his ear was right by your lips to whisper an ‘I love you’ back. You didn’t miss the way he positively buzzed at your confession, letting out a giggle as he pulled his face away to brush his lips against your cheek.
“Guess you’re going to practise with my cutest little brother now, what a shame~” Hinata sighed melodramatically, making you yelp in surprise, completely forgetting he was still in the room. You tried to step back but Yuta held onto you, rooting you to the spot in front of him. Hinata laughed as he bid the two of you goodbye, skipping out of the room.
“I love you, (Y/N)-chan,” Yuta confessed again, with a slight tug of his arms to bring your attention away from the doorway and back to him. Finally, the thorns that gripped his heart had withered away, he felt like he was soaring the more he held onto you. There was no more uncertainty, no fear of rejection, just all the words he was waiting to say to you, now free after being imprisoned in his heart.
had a fun afternoon playing with blender. not so much learning maps with gimp.......... i ended up with a good default normal map so i thought i would just update everything since i was testing it with my cc anyway
i am working on new hairs on the side too...... some spoilers may arise
Hair Pack - "The slice of shadow cast by the crescent moon."
46 swatches
hat compatible
all LODS + shadow, specular and normal maps
-> DOWNLOAD <-
some in-game pics + me yapping ↓
i tried to make the iridescent effect that mika is supposed to have... like the crows....... theres only so much i could achieve with a png and specular map lol but im satisfied it looks cute :]
shukun hair literally took me half a weekend i almost feel bad but like. its a very simple hair
and i dont have a mademoiselle sim so thats it. plus shes not meant to be looked at very closely the texture is a bit fucked up and when the head moves the lower part of the hair moves with Her <3 would work if it was wataru but mademoiselle not so much
and june is coming so i guess you have an idea on whos going to be my next victim
for general use it will look decent. not intended for long staring sessions. i havent used blender in literal years and ive only made the donut before this, i do plan on doing more hairs though this was really fun, its not going to be mayochan i want to get more practice in before him <3
lyrics : i’ve met someone like you / they don’t love me back / and ooh i keep running / ooh i keep running away from the starlight — day 6 : starlight by pinkpantheress
plot : in which, you can’t stand to watch yourself grow old and leave your lover alone…
The greenhouse smells like lavender and something warmer — something you’ve come to associate specifically with him. You’re supposed to be studying. Your notes are spread across the stone bench like evidence of good intentions, but your pen has gone still, and you haven’t processed a single word in the last four minutes. Because Rook Hunt is crouched twenty feet away, inspecting a cluster of moonflowers with the reverent concentration of a man at prayer, and you are — pathetically, hopelessly — watching him do it.
This is the thing about having feelings for someone like Rook: you know better. You have always known better. He loves beauty the way other people love breathing — indiscriminately, abundantly, without preference. A sunset. A perfectly executed spell. The way a rabbit freezes at the sound of a snapped twig. The arch of a rival’s form mid-duel. You. Him. All of it catalogued with equal tenderness behind those sharp, delighted eyes. You are not special to him. You are interesting to him, which is not the same thing, and you have given yourself this speech so many times it has started to feel like a lullaby.
He doesn’t feel that way about you. You know this. You cap your pen and look back down at your notes.
“Ah — there you are, mon oiseau.” Your heart does something embarrassing. Rook materializes beside you the way he always does — silently, warmly, without invitation and without apology. He sinks onto the bench at your side, close enough that the fabric of his jacket brushes your arm, and tilts his head to read your notes upside down with the casual confidence of someone who has never once doubted his welcome.
“Herbology theory,” he observes. “And yet your pen has not moved in some time.” A pause. His gaze slides sideways to yours, and there’s that look — the one that makes your chest feel like a wrung-out cloth. “I wonder what has been holding your attention.” “Nothing,” you say. Your voice comes out steady. You consider this a personal triumph.
Rook smiles, slow and knowing, and you realize with a plunge of your stomach that he probably does know — because Rook always knows, because observation is his first language and you have never been particularly hard to read. But he doesn’t press it. He never presses. He simply reaches over and turns one of your pages right-side up, as if he’d done you a great favor, and leans back with the self-satisfied air of a man completely at peace with the world. “It is beautiful today,” he says, looking out at the rows of enchanted blooms. “The light comes through the glass just so in the afternoon. Like being inside a painting, non?”
“Yeah,” you say. “It’s nice.” He turns to look at you. You become suddenly, acutely aware of your own face. “You say nice,” he says, as if the word is a specimen he is examining, “and yet you are looking at it like it has wounded you somehow.” His voice dips — gentler, genuinely curious. “What is it that you see, I wonder, when you look at beautiful things?” You don’t answer. You can’t, because the honest answer is you, and that answer belongs to the locked room inside you where you keep everything that can’t be said out loud. “I just think about things sometimes,” you manage instead.
Rook watches you for a moment longer than is comfortable. Then he smiles — softer this time, less performance, more something underneath — and says: “You feel things very deeply, mon ami. It is one of my favorite things about you.” One of my favorite things about you. The locked room rattles on its hinges.
He doesn’t mean it like that, you remind yourself, and the reminder is almost convincing, and you hate that it isn’t fully convincing, and you hate that you are sitting here parsing the sentence like it might contain something different if you look at it from a different angle. He says things like this to everyone. He says things like this about everything. Rook Hunt collects beautiful moments and beautiful people with equal fervor, and being included in his collection is not the same as being chosen. You know this. You cap your pen again, even though you’d already capped it, and say nothing.
The weeks that follow are a study in sustained, low-grade torture. There are moments — small, devastating ones — that sneak under your defenses before you can reinforce them. The afternoon he notices you shivering during outdoor practice and drapes his jacket over your shoulders without a word, before you’ve even registered the cold yourself. The evening he finds you sitting alone outside the cafeteria and simply sits beside you in silence, as if proximity were its own form of comfort, and you think: he could have sat anywhere. The time he calls your name across a crowded courtyard and the way he says it — unhurried, deliberate, like your name is something worth taking time with — makes every person standing near you glance over, and something inside you burns.
Each time, you build the case for him. Each time, you dismantle it. Because the truth is that Rook simply lives at a higher emotional temperature than most people. His care is real, but it is not exclusive. His attention is warm, but it is not singular. You have seen him look at Vil Schoenheit like he hung the moon — you have seen him look at a spider web in morning dew like it hung the moon. You are not deluded enough to think you occupy different territory than the spider web. Not really.
And still.
You catch him looking at you sometimes — quiet moments, unguarded, where the performance drops and something more difficult to name settles in its place — and the locked room inside you shakes, and shakes, and shakes.
You find him in the garden at dusk.
The sky is going amber and violet, and he’s sitting on the low stone wall at the edge of the courtyard, facing west with his eyes half-closed, and he looks — for once — unguarded. Unhunting. Like something at rest. Your feet carry you to him before your brain has finished weighing the consequences.
He turns at the sound of your footsteps and smiles. “Bonsoir.” “Hey,” you say. You sit beside him on the wall. The silence is comfortable. The silence is always comfortable with Rook, which is perhaps part of the problem. You look at the sky and you think: this is fine, I’ll just sit here, I don’t have to say anything. You open your mouth. “I need to tell you something.” Rook goes still in the way he goes still when something has caught his attention — completely, without performance, like the whole world has narrowed to a single point. “Then tell me,” he says, and his voice is quiet. Gentle. You look at your hands in your lap.
“I know —” you start, and stop, and start again. “I know you don’t feel — I mean, I’m not saying this because I think — “ You exhale. “I just need to say it. For me. Not because I think it changes anything.”
Rook says nothing. He is watching you with that expression — the real one, the one that doesn’t have a name — and the sky bleeds slowly into violet behind him. “I’m in love with you.” The words come out smaller than you expected. More tired. Like they’ve been carried a very long way. “I’ve been — for a while now. And I know that’s not something you — I know you don’t feel that way. I’m not asking you to. I just — “ You press your hands together. “I needed to not be the only person who knew.”
The silence that follows is the loudest thing you’ve ever sat inside. Rook Hunt looks at you. Just looks at you, the way he looks at moonflowers and amber skies and all the beautiful, temporary things he refuses to look away from.
Hi, I resigned into j.ai to check in on things and saw that you quit! I just wanted to say that I'm looking forward to seeing what you post on both ao3 and on here. I hope life keeps getting better for you :)
Thanks!! And I'm surprised I did too, but I think It's better for my mental health as well as the environment. I'm currently working on a fic that I have around 4k words and it's only the rough draft so I'll start to post it when I get a few more chapters done. Thanks for the support btw!!
Back at it again with more Limbo stuff, Masterlist here!
Special thanks to @masterhandss for this commission! Everyone go check her out, her artwork is amazing!
Here is how Suzu Kuromori meets Valkyrie for the first time.
In Crosstalk, Chizuru had seen Trickstar face off against Knights in the DDD. She encounters Valkyrie first, before reuniting with Anzu.
In Limbo though, despite the Troublemakers having broken up, Chizuru had taken a chance. She reached out to Suzu and asked if she wanted to accompany them to the performance. She tells her “I watch other plays for reference, so maaaybe you can use this as reference for you? It’s not a band, but it’ll do in a pinch, I guess!”
Suzu initially thought about rejecting her. But in this AU, she didn’t. She agreed to come along, even though all she could think of was how much more fun she’d be having if Anzu was able to witness this with them. But... she needed a distraction. Just for one night.
But when when they both saw Anzu onstage, singing and dancing with Trickstar…Suzu got half her wish. Anzu was witnessing this...just not with them.
Anzu was laughing, crying, showcasing her “true face”, enjoying a new life, a new story…without her.
Chizuru, although sad at the sight, was glad that Anzu was enjoying her youth at full speed. But right next to her, Suzu wanted to be happy for Anzu...but couldn’t.
Still unable to accept reality, with a hurried “I was never here, okay?!” to Chizuru, she leaves. Deaf to the calls behind her back, Suzu turned and fled, and wandered outside the auditorium, thoughts and heart racing, tears welled up in her eyes but trying desperately not to cry while still in Yumenosaki, hating herself for not having the same reaction as Chizuru.
“The hell’s wrong with me?! Why can’t I just be happy for her?!”
You transferred without saying anything to anyone. If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known you were here
Why didn't you tell me you were so close
Did I mean so little to you for you to move on so quickly, and like this-
…
She left the live early, so she meets Mika earlier than Chizuru did in Crosstalk.
At one point, looking up, she saw a boy behind one of the stalls, swaying dangerously, about to fall. Tears momentarily forgotten, she rushes forward and catches him before he faints over the stall. Balancing his arm over her shoulders, she shuffles him to a quieter spot around the corner and sets him down gently. While she’s looking around to see who can help, Shu shows up.
Here are some differences between Crosstalk and Limbo in this scene:
In Crosstalk, Shu glares at Chizuru while Chizuru smiles back. Here, Shu glares at Suzu, but Suzu simply stares at him, and the haunted look in her eye causes Shu to give the slightest of starts. Needless to say, Suzu is much more serious and kind of cold when compared to Chizuru's conversation with Shu in Crosstalk.
In Crosstalk, Mademoiselle explained Mika’s anemia and his weak constitution from having overworked himself with a lack of nutrition. Here, she says the same thing, but she sounds more worried than in canon, and then adds:
“...and yet, it seems Mika-chan isn’t the only one who looks worse for wear. Is everything alright, dear?”
It’s true that she also had a lack of nutrition. Truth be told she doesn’t have much of an appetite these days
When Shu calls Trickstar vulgar, Suzu actually silently agrees here. It's here that she realizes that she can't help but sort of hate Trickstar for taking Anzu away from her. But she asks if Shu believes that his own unit makes better music. Unlike Chizuru, Suzu actually gets the name of the unit he and the boy are a part of: Valkyrie. She also gets Shu's and Mika's names.
When Mika wakes up, Suzu does end up staring at his eyes, just like Chizuru did. But then, very slowly, she pulls aside her bangs, revealing her own eyes to him, and they stare at each other. Mika gets excited, and Shu's also surprised, but meanwhile, while Suzu is feeling the excitement of meeting someone else like herself for the first time, the grief over everything else is stronger at that moment, so it's an odd tangle of emotions. Still, it's enough for her to forget the tears in her eyes, and for them to converse and bond for longer than Chizuru did in Crosstalk.
(Also helped by the fact that Anzu does not find Suzu here - she only finds Chizuru, who despite her worry does what Suzu asks and does not mention Suzu to her. Anzu does not figure out that Suzu was there too until much later.)
When Suzu finally starts leaving for home, she allows the grief to overcome her and starts sobbing before she reaches it. One she arrives, she recalls the name of that unit those two belonged to, and searches them up and listens to one of their songs.
To her surprise, the song touches her heart, not unlike rock n’ roll did when she listened to it for the first time, and it allows her to calm down a bit. She thinks that Shu was right, and she likes Valkyrie's music much better than Trickstar's. (Something that'll remain true even after she gets to be on good terms with Trickstar)
The tears continue to fall, albiet slowly, and silently, and the feeling of excitement comes back a tiny bit amidst all the grief. But there's one thought she can't help but think...
There's three people singing here. Why did Osh- Itsuki-san say that there were only two of them?
And so, while Anzu becomes the eye of the storm at Yumenosaki and forms a special bond with the idol group known as Trickstar…
At the same time, in the shadows casted by Anzu, her former best friend makes a connection with an idol group of her own.
