Tsukasa's bio lists his favorite food as ginger pork and acqua pazza. According to MySEKAI dialogue, he doesn't actually know what acqua pazza is, and only lists it because he thinks the name sounds cool. It's likely ginger pork is his real favorite food.
Amusingly, due to a locaslisation error in Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage! he has never tried ginger pork in the English and isn't familiar with the dish at all. This means that, exclusive to the English version, he doesn't know what either of his so-called favorite foods actually are.
I think it was a True Star by autumnalis on A03. The writer's works focuses on Tsukasa angst, but what if he was depressed in every way like Mafuyu (it's quite different as well, but it was the only I could actually generalise this characterisation). It has Ruikasa, but it's not that overt in romance. Just has that "You're the only one who can truly get close to him" like how Niigo to Mafuyu. Both Nene and Emu are also quite central (+Niigo) , and it's implied that all the units will have a hand in helping Tsukasa. The author uses a lot of side stories and analysed every single piece that includes or mentions Tsukasa, so we can really see the reasoning and makes me like "Woahh, that really could explain [event or characterisation]." Also Tenmaprents bashing. It's sadly unfinished/onhiatus, but it's really a good read.
Tsukasa's bio lists his favorite food as ginger pork and acqua pazza. According to MySEKAI dialogue, he doesn't actually know what acqua pazza is, and only lists it because he thinks the name sounds cool. It's likely ginger pork is his real favorite food.
Amusingly, due to a locaslisation error in Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage! he has never tried ginger pork in the English and isn't familiar with the dish at all. This means that, exclusive to the English version, he doesn't know what either of his so-called favorite foods actually are.
I’m actually obsessed with Evamon, pacing back and forth around the room. What if you were the only one to understand me, if our cracks complimented each other perfectly, and yet it didn’t matter. My pride and yours intertwined perfectly, and that was the problem. I never wanted anyone to get hurt, and I’d be satisfied in this hell as long as I had you, but you were the opposite. You would throw me away for one last bid at self worth. You said nobody cared about you but I was there having my heart torn out by you, yet still crying when I saw you go.
You almost taught me to see the worth in opening up to others. What a fool I was.
Eva really likes carrying Damon, however she isn't too strong so she almost dies when she does this
Like she will bridal carry him a few steps and will be huffing with legs shaking, but she will have the proudest smile on her face
Damon doesn't really hate this either, he gets embarassed but surprisingly doesn't protest much, and no Eva his face isn't cute when he is embarassed stop saying that-
Eva even made a chart with the percentage of the chance of Damon letting her do it
If there's a motive for it (like a high place they can't reach with no stairs or stools, or if damon hurt his foot) the chance goes up by 50%
If there's no one around it goes up by 25%
Once Ingrid wanted the girls to exercise together, at first Eva wasn't interested but when Ingrid said she would be able to lift Damon more easily if she build more muscles that girl ran to the get the dumbels
(evamon, 1.8k, relationship study, canon compliant + my own flourishes)
She’s the first you meet. The world began when you leaned in close and she snapped her eyes open, boring into yours.
Your trust is not misplaced in the Ultimate Liar, ironically. From the moment you meet her to the end of your first trial, she speaks fluidly in your language, facts and truth.
Even when she disrupts the suffocatingly optimistic atmosphere with a well-intentioned warning.
Oddballs stick together, you bitterly suppose, as everyone shoots you dirty looks after agreeing with her sentiment. You convince yourself you’re not doing this for her, you’re not doing this for anyone—
The glimpse you catch of her fisted hand and furrowed brows makes your noisy mind come to a stop.
You leave the courtroom before you can bear to look back again.
It’s not really a surprise when you wake up the next morning, cast out from the main group after your shenanigans yesterday. Nor is it surprising to be cast out with her.
The so-called “Ultimates” flock to Wolfgang like a herd of sheep to its shepard, brainless and dependent. Desperate to grasp at hope in this desolate sanctuary. Between the two of you, you figure he’s more snake-like than you are, giving the hungry mindless purpose like a carrot on a stick, the tempter who offers the apple to Eve.
But then your Liar shares something exclusive with you for the first time, and your spite towards Wolfgang’s cult matters no more.
(If you’d known the poster in the laboratory was Eva’s apple, perhaps you could’ve saved the only person who truly knew you.)
Although, your Eden crumbles a little after the rather anticlimactic reveal.
It baffles you, why anyone would choose to play the role of someone dangerous in an already dangerous situation. It baffles you because that’s the last thing you’d do, and the last thing you’d thought someone of her caliber would do. It baffles you because her now demolished lie was the reason you both are outcasts.
It baffles you because you thought she, your Liar, was the only one you could trust.
-
When free time begins, your legs bring you to her at once.
You find her in the underground level, where you first met. She tells you she’s avoiding the others; you hope she doesn’t mean you, too.
“I expected the Ultimates to wear their titles with pride,” You point out, very aware of the depressed look on her face. “But for you, that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“It doesn't… fit well.”
She tells you about her world, enclosed in a box, obstructed by a frame. Despite her best efforts to push beyond the boundaries set upon her by others, they are nothing.
Who reads a literature essay written by a highschool mathlete?
It’s not something you can relate to, since you’ve never bothered to stray towards a path that doesn’t lead to a podium. You don’t know how it feels to make a greater, scarier name for yourself yet ultimately fail because of a silly title that defines you forever.
You don’t know what keeps you listening to her. Even when she cracks her first joke with you, and calls you gullible.
You don’t know what pulls you back to her in your next available time.
She tells you about her world again, because you’re her only willing audience. That she, an Ultimate, was treated lesser than a dog for her talent. That she, instead of attaining recognition and awe like you did with your title, lost all friendships the average girl should’ve had.
Despite your attitude, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. (Even if you find it kind of funny how her hair untwirled itself when she spoke of her depressing story, too.)
It’s unexpectedly mundane after she leaves, you find. Probably because the Ultimate Debater can’t stand a silent house.
That’s probably it.
-
Your roommate is with you when she seeks you out for the first time. The Ultimate Influencer unabashedly makes a big fuss when Eva tries to pull you away alone, and if you weren’t already waiting for the next opportunity to speak to her, you would’ve found Kai’s (rather loud) concern to be well-intentioned.
Or maybe not, you suppress a sigh, as he walks away giggling to himself, muttering “freaking mathlete” under his breath.
You keep your eyes on her. She’s silent, eyes trained on the floor. Her hand fists her long sleeves, like the sight from the courtroom you couldn’t forget even if you tried.
Her eyes flutter upwards, meeting yours. You ignore the loosening of her grip, or the slowing of her heaving chest, in favor of keeping your eyes trained on hers. When she exhales calmly after a few moments, you feel yourself relaxing along with her.
Alone again in the underground level, she gives you another piece of her.
“Why are you showing this to me?”
She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed, and you feel like a stupid math question. “Because I’m worried, duh.”
Duh. Slang sounds kind of weird coming from her. It feels unnatural, unpracticed, like she’s never spoken it before. You know why, and you surprise yourself by keeping your words to yourself.
But she surprises you more. “It’s because… I trust you.”
You?
“I’m… really sorry about how things turned out.”
What for?
“The other students wouldn’t have treated you unfairly if it wasn’t for me.”
It is, well, kind of her fault, but you figure you’re unlikeable enough to gain enemies by yourself. You had a choice to stay silent after the trial, but you deliberately chose to take her side.
And, when you look at her downcasted expression, how could you bear to blame her for any of it?
As a consolation of sorts, you give her a small piece of you, too.
Wolfgang’s blackmail is handled delicately by her, yet the words from her mouth are harsh and crude. While you agree that your classmates weren’t… intellectually capable of distrusting Wolfgang, there’s an extremely transparent reason why they didn’t believe Eva instead.
“Why did you do it?”
“...Huh?”
“You knew you were in a dangerous situation. Why would you draw so much negative attention to yourself like that?” You hiss the next part with equal amounts of condescension and worry. “Don’t you realise how much danger this has put you in?”
When she gives you a look that you can instantly recognise, you realise how frightening it is that you can read her quickly. “You know you can’t run away this time. Give me an answer.”
“Because…”
Before today, despite your closeness with her, there was always a line that couldn’t be crossed. Before today, your Liar stayed in her bubble, guarded and untrusting from past experiences.
But you have burst through her bubble, your arms outstretched, the first light in Eva’s world. The wall shatters around you both. You can see her. You can feel her. Damned be it if you two were forced comrades, with no obligation to mingle— you will erase the distance that separates her from you.
The facade is finished, the line is crossed, and you see she’s a sheep at heart, donning the mask of a carnivore. To see yet another sunrise, another sunset, without the fear of being someone’s dinner.
With a phantom ache in your chest, you implore her to trust you as you do the same for her.
Then, she does something you’ve never seen her do before.
“...Hm.”
She smiled.
-
The longer the time you spend with her, the goofier your impression of her is.
And yet, you keep returning to her.
-
“Eva.”
Silence.
“ Eva. ”
Your Liar barely spares you a glance, before returning to her game console. This girl…
Bending down a little, you tap her hand to pull her gaze upwards. Her hand is soft. Her gaze is intense. Her face is close.
You pester her about the console. She simply ignores you, puffing out her cheeks and pouting to the side. “If I partake in conversation, will you leave me alone?”
“That’s an eloquent way to get me to shut up.”
“...It’s not that.”
“So you do want to have a conversation.”
Triumphant in your victory, you allow the edges of your lips to twitch upwards. Your cheeks hurt a little from the lack of exercise.
She stares at you for a short while, and it dawns on you this was probably the first time anyone saw you smile.
(Your smile is quickly erased as she continues to play theatrics with a poker face, making you question your sanity whenever she attempts to joke. It’s unimpressive, it’s bizarre, it’s… endearing.)
“And you never know…” She murmurs, matching the smile you lost. Your heart stops for a split second. “...maybe I’ll change my mind and play in the tournament later.”
Your Liar is subtly different from the girl you first met. Here, sitting in this chair, she looks more relaxed and content than ever. Her bubble is shattered, yet she is safe. With that smile on her face, even with her eyes closed, she’s almost radiant.
It pains you to say it, but smiling is a good look on her.
You don’t recognise yourself when you start wishing she’d do it more.
-
When the class trial inevitably came, you’d known your Liar would be actively participative, pointing her finger at those she had good reason to suspect.
You just never thought you’d be at the end of it.
As the usually composed Eva Tsunaka gradually gets more agitated, you try to dismiss the betrayal as her vengeance after you called out her name with a shaking voice.
Without knowing, your heart breaks. Once. Twice.
Without knowing, the bubble you burst is back up. The wall is rebuilt, stronger than ever. The line you thought you crossed was further than you realised. She is unreachable, unreadable. She is no longer yours to know. The panic, the hatred on her face… where is the girl who smiled and shared secrets with you?
Fact is undeniable. An argument holds no water if there is no indisputable evidence to back it up. Not that you are unconfident in your theory, or that you are hesitant to bring her to justice.
It just breaks your heart a third time to demolish her with the same language, facts and truth, that you found solidarity with her.
You will make sure this is her final lie (to you).
-
The rebuilt bubble that obstructs her from you matters no more. Not when its occupant is dead, anyway.
However cruel and gory her execution was, you can’t bear to look away from the one person you believed and hoped was on your side.
The end comes, after an excruciatingly long time. The courtroom is enveloped in a deafening silence. All of you watch as the crow’s feather, unmistakably hers, flutters to the ground. It never moves again, no matter how long you look at it.
A part of you wonders if she truly was the Ultimate Liar all along.
It doesn’t extinguish the wetness on your cheek, o r the bubble you feel forming around you.
i hate p:eg, idgaf abt wolfgang, but eva nooooo, i loved her sm, i thought i was winning
when she got revealed as the ulitmate mathlelte, i started feeling extremely sorry, but - eva you should not. have said ulitmate liar, no that is corny, but she's still my girl
why did she had to die?! for fuck's sake 🔫
i love damon and eva, and i also love saimatsu too
