killer instinct!!

[hadeanic]

what's it like not in the top five? | arisa | ch4 post motive | closed for kioku

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kiokuwasure‌:

“If you deem that what I need to do to repent for me suggesting for someone to delete a video to be something that would take the course of more than five days; then quite simply, I’m not interested in repenting. What I did was bad, but it doesn’t warrant me having a twenty day expedition to win your heart back. If you don’t have a reasonable mind, I cannot imagine that you’re in a place to make rational or well-minded decisions. I understand, given your current predicament. Perhaps we can talk about this after you calm down… and if you don’t calm down, then there’ll be no further discussion of my repenting; as it will not happen.” She coughed into her hand, before shakily taking a seat at a table.

“…Please, make no mistake. I am not attempting to understand your pain. I never will. Nor do I particularly care to - I have enough pain of my own. Quite literally. To be very honest, the whole targeting me is very unwarranted. We’ve had a rather friendly relationship up until this point - and I intend to not make it any worse than it already is. If you hate me, then hate. Want to hit me? I’ll draw the target. Nothing you say or do will affect me in any which way.” 

“Simply put, you are correct. I could give less of a shit about you. In fact, I do wish you were dead!” Kioku has a smile on her face, her bags under her eyes are very much on show as a small bit of blood peeks out of her nose.

“That’s right. I wanted you dead! Since day one! I saw your blonde hair, and your perfect skin and your ugly shoes and I thought ‘I hope she dies, nothing will bring me more joy than to watch her suffer in the most horrible way - watch all of her friends betray her, and then kick the can. I’d feel great about myself!’. That’s why I put you in seventh and told Haruto to delete your video - I just looooove to see people suffer, especially you!” She stabs her fork into her food, rolling her eyes. The sarcasm was quite clear in that final statement.

“Use that tiny brain of yours - Jito-san is one of the most loved people here. The top three is hardly a combination of people who we want dead. The mere suggestion is pathetic. Take a statistics class - and while your at it, use that brain to figure out that every motive is put there by Monokumi aimed to specifically make us murder one another. I’m not a seer - I have a brain. And so do you.”

“If you have no interest in speaking to me as a human being, I am going to block you out. I have no reason to speak with you anymore. You say you don’t care for sob stories, but here you are giving me yours. You think I give a shit about your sob story when you’re verbally attacking me? Then cry to someone else about it. My world doesn’t revolve around you, and I don’t care much for putting effort into this argument anymore…”

“I volunteered myself for death. I put myself and Haruto at the top. Monokumi made me vote. There was literally nothing else I could do. To be quite honest, I am closer to other people than I am to you. So you were seventh. Don’t like? Don’t worry honey, you’ll live. Wait for the murder to happen - you’ll see I’m right.” With that, she shoves the food into her mouth and chews, staring directly at Arisa, looking her in the eyes.

( cw: self-deprecation, thoughts of death )

“I don’t care what you think. You should have to suffer through the pain that I would have if Haruto went through with your idea. There is no fucking cap on the number of days that you have to make up for what you almost did. Attempted fucking murder is still a crime, Kioku. Do you know how much that would have upset me? Do you know how much more upset I would be now if I hadn’t seen Mitsu-kun’s face one last time? Known he was happy out there? Known he was safe before I was forced to leave him? There is no way you could have repented. I have ruined people for less, and I would not have hesitated. I would say you just have to live with the guilt, but clearly you don’t know how to comprehend the amount of hurt you would have caused so how can you understand the amount of guilt you should feel?”

“The whole telling Haruto to delete my video was pretty unwarranted, too. I don’t care how much pain you’re in. At least you’re not going to die in a few days, huh? Can you say that? You act like a big bitch when no one else is around, huh? You’re alright with talking mad shit when no one’s here to see you? Our friendly relationship was just me taking pity on some weirdo freak with no social skills to think of or any attractive qualities that would draw people in. I just felt bad for you, loser.”

She spits this before Kioku can speak up again, and each and every one of her words feel like a stab to the gut. She wanted you dead, Arisa. She never wanted you around, Arisa. Even if you were sooooo nice to her, she never liked you, Arisa. No one could like you, Arisa, so just stop trying.

Her hands slam onto the counter, and she stares down at the bowl of cheesecake batter, the mere sight of it making her nauseous, and she places a hand over her mouth as her skin turns pale and her eyes go distant. What was the point? What was the point of being nice of everyone just wanted you dead from the start anyway?

“....”

“I...see...”

She didn’t seem to hear anything past a certain point, ears ringing far too much to comprehend anything as that whisper escapes her. She steps back from the counter, batter abandoned and forgotten.

“Don’t...Don’t fucking....Don’t fucking talk to me....”

And she’s gone.

[hadeanic]

what's it like not in the top five? | arisa | ch4 post motive | closed for kioku

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kiokuwasure‌:

Kioku sighs, lifting her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Jeez, what a headache. The immaturity really shone through with this one; though she completely understood it, and it wasn’t entirely unwarranted. It was just… tiring.

“As I said, I apologise. If there’s anything else I can do to make it up to you - then I’ll do it. I can’t expect an apology to fix everything; If I knew it would have hurt you this much - I wouldn’t have suggested it. You just seemed like a rather helpful girl who would be willing to assist a friend.” She had to bite her tongue, quite literally, to stop herself from saying ‘but clearly that’s not the case’.

“I do apologise for the hurt I’ve cause you, sincerely. But your video was not deleted in the end… as I said, if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you - then simply ask. I have apologized and offered repentance for what I have done. There’s simply nothing else I can physically do, Arisa-san.” She offers the girl a smile.

She looks at the girl, having to stop herself from going on a rant about emotional maturity. “About my level of emotional maturity; You may have forgotten that I didn’t even remember who I was until recently - It is no wonder that I am a blank slate of a person - I don’t even know who I am. So please, at least try and be understanding. I am trying to understand your feelings; and as much as I think you are being… ridiculous. I understand why you are mad. I feel for your situation; I even tried to offer everyone to vote for me - I should have been first. You don’t think I feel like shit for that? Then grow up, little girl.” Eventually, The comments were going to get to her. You can see in her face that’s she’s not taking the micro transgressions very well.

“I didn’t want you to be anywhere near the top - In fact, I rather enjoyed your presence until you started acting like a stuck up little brat. Maybe it’s time you acted your age, Oshiro.” She turns to head to a table to sit and eat her dinner.

“I never wanted you gone. In fact, We all know how this will end. Even if it was me at the top, or Tsukiko-san. It’ll end the same. Someone is going to commit a murder; You’ll be spared. It really didn’t matter who was at the top anyway - I simply said to vote me to give everyone some peace of mind. Hiroyuki-san wont die from the motive; Someone else will be killed by our friends. Then we’ll go into a trial and execute them - that’s how someone will die. The motive doesn’t mean shit.”

Sometimes, you just had no one to reprimand you for throwing fits, and you found out that by harassing someone verbally enough with your best friend cracking his knuckles behind you got the person to say what you wanted to hear!

“Oh, wow, gee, super cool of you to offer that! Yeah, sure, lemme think of something that you could do in, what, three days? Four? Hmmm, wow, for some reason, I can’t think of anything! What a super convenient promise to make to someone who’s going to die in less time than it would take to do something!”

She pokes her cheek, giggling.

“If you think something, Kioku-chan, then you should just come out and say it! If you wanna say something sly, might as well say it now! Right to my face! Since you won’t have a chance to soon! Come one come all! Throw your rotten veggies because this might be your last shot! Oh, and, like, Bee-Tee-Dubs, I totes wouldn’t ever give anything of mine to help Sono-kun, even before he decided to murder two people. I would have given up my video for exactly two people!”

Oh, so she was being ridiculous? She was acting up? She was being unreasonable?

“Oh, well, you see, no one liked it when I was being reasonable! So I figured what the fuck ever! Oh, so I’m a little girl now, huh? A little girl!? Cute! Super cute, Kioku-chan! You’re kind of, hm, absolute shit at this whole ‘understanding other people’s pain’ if you’re already throwing in the towel and going ‘well, gee, I guess I don’t get it!’ because do you know how many fucking sob stories I’ve listened to in this shithole that aren’t even shit! A whole lot! And not once did I get upset when the person got a little pissy with me! I’ve always just smiled and tried to calm them down! I gave my heart and soul for you people, and what did you do!? Yeah! Fuck you!”

“Act my age!? In less than a few days, I’m not going to have a fucking age!! Don’t worry! In a few fucking days, you won’t have to slog through talking to me or dealing with me when I’m a ‘stuck up brat’ or a ‘selfish bitch’ or whatever else you wanna call me!”

She bangs her fist against the counter, rattling the bowl.

“YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW THAT!! Top three, asshole! Top! Three! We’re the people you assholes wanted to die the most!! Why would someone sacrifice another life to save ours!? If you wanted to do that--really wanted to--WE WOULDN’T BE AT THE TOP!!! No one will kill until at least the top five have kicked the bucket because NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT US, GENIUS!! I didn’t know you were SHSL Psychic, Kioku-chan! Pretty shitty fucking psychic, though! Maybe that’s why you forgot who the fuck you were because it wasn’t even worth remembering!”

[hadeanic]

what's it like not in the top five? | arisa | ch4 post motive | closed for kioku

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kiokuwasure‌:

Kioku narrowed her eyes at the other girl. Can a gal not get her dinner in peace around here? She rolls her eyes, opening the fridge to grab some pre-made food ready to reheat. She walks over to the microwave, pops it in and turns to face Arisa.

“Let’s get one thing clear; I am not the reason you’re dying in a few days. I didn’t set up this motive. The mere suggestion is repulsive, and you should be ashamed of yourself for suggesting such a thing. As a side note; I voted to put you in seventh place. Take that as what you will. I put myself and Haruto in the first two spots…” 

“Just so you know, I would never accuse you of something so fiendishly horrible.” She looks at Arisa directly, before addressing the second part of the statement.

“As for the video deletion - It wasn’t based on who was liked or disliked, It was based on selflessness. I could have suggested many other people; Others who had seen there videos. But you are the only person I knew for a fact had seen their video; Thus, If you had already seen your video - I assumed you would be okay with it being deleted. That is my fault, I should have spoken to you about it first - and for that, I apologise.” The microwave pings and she turns back to take her food out.

“If that’ll be all - then I have no time for petty drama. Please, keep me out of your immaturity. Thank you.” She moves along, heading to the mess hall to eat her food.

If a girl can’t catch a break and not be in the top three of people wanted for death around here, then no, a girl could not just get some food in peace around here. Not to Arisa, in any case. When Kioku begins to speak, Arisa puts down her whisk and turns to face her completely, scowling.

“Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to get smart with me. No, Miss Number Eight, you get to stand there and fucking take it. Oh, wow, thanks soooo much for the seventh place, it really helped a lot! It’s middle votes like yours that put me where I am, you know! You and the handful of people who really just wanted me gone!”

“You don’t have to accuse me of shit. Second place. I followed your fucking wishes, and this is the thanks I get. Thanks for being a beacon of good morals or whatever you’re trying to do.”

She goes back to mixing the batter with a renewed vigor, just barely managing to not splatter it everywhere. Oh, so just because she was suuuuuch a nice girl, it meant that she would totally be willing to let someone delete her video regardless of whether or not she even gave a shit about the person.

“Ding ding! You’re fucking wrong! I would have been majorly fucking pissed off if someone deleted my video. Just because you have no one to miss you back home doesn’t mean I don’t! Just because my fucking parents didn’t send me a video didn’t mean I didn’t get one that mattered! I needed my video! Yeah, no shit you should have cleared it with me first! No fucking shit!”

“Fine, whatever. I hope your food tastes like shit and it’s still frozen in the center. Act all high and mighty and whatever all you fucking want. Jokes on you! At least I have what they call emotional maturity and can emote instead of just looking like I have resting bitch face all of the time.”

[hadeanic]

Tounge-Tied || Jito || Chapter 4 || Closed @ Arisa

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jitosbizzareadventure‌:

If only Monokumi would turn to dust before Arisa, now that would be a spectacle to behold.

“Yeesh… maybe someone better check to make sure that he’s okay.  Dunno if his thinking might’ve gotten changed or anything because of it, I wouldn’t put it past Monokumi to act like she didn’t intend to leave the guy a little… on the fritz.”  

Spasms didn’t sound good at all.  

“I’m kinda happy I haven’t seen him around, dunno if he’s plotting something or avoiding us but that’s the last person I want to see right now.”  

Plus, he’s sure that he’s armed and that if and when Arisa tried anything like she threatened… it was going to end badly for one of them.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to take a break.  Though I don’t think that I’m holding up the world… I’m just trying to make things a little easier for us all.  As best I can…”

Thinking about it, maybe he should protest Monokumi to get a toy that he wants without paying.

“I don’t even know why they’re having us pay for those things in the first place.  The lake make some sense, it’s an exchange, and the casino is just… well the casino.  But it’s not like her lab is a shop.  But they’d do whatever they could to piss us off I guess.”  

He shrugs, it’s not quite fair.  

Once the conversation turns back to that kiss again his blushing is just plastered onto his face, more so than the paint.  

“Wait, wait, wait!  It’s not like that, I wasn’t like trying to do that on purpose!”

He swallowed, trying to think of how to dig himself out of his mess.

“Well I mean… just remember that she kissed me first!  And… yeah I guess I kissed back too and said I loved her and all that…”  

The more he spoke the less confident he was in his rebuttal.

Eventually he concedes and simply nods along with Arisa.  Isn’t there a saying that women are always right?  Plus considering all the experience that Arisa has on the subject trying to come up with any excuse might not really work out at all.

“Sorry… it was just a really emotional trial and everything that happened.  My head wasn’t really in the right place.  I know it’s not an excuse but… trust me, I didn’t feel good really displaying that in front of everyone.  I’ve actually talked with Azusa-chan about it, and we came to an understanding.  I’ve still got some others to talk to this about but I can promise you that I’m doing all I can to make sure things are right, and that… feelings aren’t hurt too badly.  Though it might be a bit late for that.”  

All he could really do was try to mend the damage, and try to be more careful about his displays of affection from now on.  Arisa could be scary sometimes with the things she implied…

If Arisa had a strong enough “I want to speak with the manager” voice, she could probably do it. Watch out, Monokumi, she’s coming for you.

“...Probs, but I’m nowhere near close to him, and I gave him a tear down the trial before for what he said to Noel-chan so I dunno if he would want me going to talk to him. I don’t even know the guy, you know? He’d probably just rather us leave him alone after how we almost fucked him over.”

She didn’t know what prolonged exposure to electricity did. All she knew was that it probably wasn’t good.

“That doesn’t keep him from being a little pussy who doesn’t know how to step up and take the punishment he deserves for killing two people. Seriously! I’ve never hated someone more than I hate him. He almost let someone die and for what!?”

Arisa is completely aware she’s just repeating herself at this point, but she thinks this is a point that deserves to be beaten to death.

“Isn’t trying to keep everyone happy in this place basically like trying to hold up the world? I think so. It’s hard trying to keep everyone happy, and here you are trying even though you need to take time for you.”

“I don’t know who the fuck they think they are, making us pay for shit. Like this is a goddamn society where we have to make and spend money to live. Fuck off. Besides, I’m saving my money. I need a letter which means I can’t even get something from Noel-chan’s lab anyway...not that I even want something since...”

They had made a deal that Arisa would perform a cheer for Noel, and the toymaker would make Arisa a princess doll like the ones she had when she was a kid...Now, Arisa didn’t even really want to see a doll period. Not so soon after, anyway. Not for a while. Probably a month at least...Fuck, she missed her. Was this what caring for people was like? It fucking blew.

“Ooooooh! You didn’t kiss back instead of saying you wanted to wait until a little later by accident? Jeeeeeeez, I didn’t know that was possible! You sure are talented!”

Something should tell Jito that she’s being more than a little sarcastic and is more than a little...angered about the whole thing. Annoyed. Prickly.

Wise man, Jito. Women aren’t always right, but if you enjoy breathing and just generally not being a miserable mess until she decides you’ve suffered long enough and takes pity on you, Arisa is always right, and don’t you forget it!

“Oh, I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. No, no, you better have taken yourself over to Azusa-chan and explained yourself or else I would drag your ass over there and make sure you apologized. Maybe you also need to have a conversation with Wakana about proper times to kiss because that was not a proper time, and it caused more harm than good, you hear? I’m glad you’re doing things to make things right, but until both of you get your acts together since you’re an item now, there’s going to be issues. I expect that she will have apologized to all of the girls as well since she knew some of them had crushes on you, yeah? And if she didn’t, then she’s playing fucking dumb because everyone and their grandmothers knew. I am not happy. I am not happy I have to have this conversation, m’kay? And I do not want to have to repeat this conversation. This was a group project you both fucked up majorly on, and you both have to take responsibility for it. I will hold both of you accountable until you both have apologized and talked things through, and I will ask in a few days. I hope she’s been doing as much making up as you have.

Someone’s feelings are something to be treated gently and with an incredible amount of respect, and they were not during your little display. I don’t care what the situation was, it was fucked up. The only one you don’t have to apologize to and she does is Kai-kun since you and him worked things out before she went and accused him of doing what Haruto did. You won’t be held accountable for that fuck up.”

[hadeanic]

egoist || SH1BA || closed for arisa

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shsl-sh1ba‌:

tw: self deprecating language

If she had been feeling even the slightest bit better, she would’ve probably laughed. Their conversations since the beginning were so clear cut and felt like there was a script they had to follow. The jealousy thing was funny enough for Shiba’s mouth to twitch a bit into a smile. It was kinda really funny, wasn’t it?

“He’s not me so he deserves better than me. That’s why I wanted him to be friends with everyone, then he’d realize it on his own too. For now I can be his support,” she made sure to properly put the picture back into the box. Today didn’t seem to be the day she was ready to let go. Probably.

Again, that was funny. 

“… N- No. It’s not.”

She really, really wanted to laugh. Even though her eyes were already getting shiny with tears she was holding back, Shiba wanted to laugh.

“Fumiko M- Minami is such… it’s such a pretty a- and cute name, isn’t it? It’s m- memorable and easy to market… For a f- fourteen year old, it’s kinda mature sounding, r- right? And for a seventeen year old, it’s still p- pretty,” she’s rambling now and her shoulder were shaking. The difference between now and the last time was that her rambling was more positive and she could at least stand. For now, she was stuck to the floor and couldn’t even look at Arisa. 

“I- It’s not even l- legally changed…! It’s just… it’s just n- no one needed to know. And I–” what was she saying? Where was she getting at? Her mind was racing and words were coming but none of them were making sense.

“K- Kousuke…!”

And with that, her tears were falling. Arisa always knew how to push her to places she didn’t like to be so now she was just here crying and speaking nonsense. 

“Kousuke–!! Kousuke W- Watanabe…! M- My name is K- Kousuke a- and… a- and Ayumu th- thought it was–” she tried to wipe her tears as best as possible. “A- Ayumu thought it was a- a- a nice name…!!”

And more important than anything, he knew. He saw her cry and be awkward but they were still friends, weren’t they? But this wasn’t answering any of her questions. Weren’t interviews her strong point? 

“I wanna g- go back to being a- alone! L- Lonely suits me best, I- I’m gloomy a- and awkward!! I always s- say something wrong a- and I’m a- a failed idol s- so obviously i- it’s because– b- because I’m better s- suited for a l- lonely stage… M- Mister Ueno… h- he’s my m- manager.” Not former manager, not past manager. Just her manager.  

Arisa doesn’t get why Shiba’s being so quiet right now. She’s never had a problem sharing what she was thinking before, did she? No, her whole thing was she never shut the fuck up when she needed to. She was SH1BA, the rapper who all but dragged her old idol group through the mud as well as the whole fucking idol industry.

...This was hitting a bit too close to home for Arisa’s comfort, and she visibly squirmed in place.

“That’s not your fucking place to say, Shiba. If he would do better without you, then he’s self-serving enough to know when to dip out. Believe me, if he didn’t want your company, I bet he’d’ve left you alone at this point. Don’t talk shit like that when you got shit to back it up with.”

Okay, what the fuck? Arisa might not be the brightest lightbulb in the box, but she was smart enough to know whether or not someone was making basic logical sense. To her, it honestly just sounded like Shiba was giving herself a pat on the back for having a cute name which was, well, whatever. Arisa thought that her name was pretty fucking cute since, if you squinted, it kind of sounded like a name from one of her movies, but Fumiko’s was...sure? It was cute enough?

She didn’t know why they were having a conversation about this until, well, until it was all but screamed at her.

“...you lost me. Why did you have to change your name? Was it an idol thing? That’s fucking stupid. Kousuke’s a fine name. I don’t know why they would make you make it something different or whatever. Do you like it? Do you like the name Kousuke? If you do, then it’s a good name. I think it’s...cute.”

Shiba didn’t need her saying that she had no preference for a name, but she was absolutely feeling a need to swoop this kid into her arms and make sure that no one thought they could talk shit to her ever again. 

“You’re a failed idol, yeah, but you’re not a failed artist. Like, was Puppy Love falling apart even your fault? From what I’ve heard from what other people said about your stuff, I don’t think so. I think it was just supposed to fail. That doesn’t mean you deserve to be alone. No one deserves to be alone. Even the most terrible of people don’t deserve to be alone when they’re dealt a shit hand. Would you want Hiroyuki to be alone if his channel or whatever tanked? Really? And quit talking about Ueno as though he’s a god and knows everything or whatever. Adults don’t know shit.”

Is this how you talked to people? Uhhhhh, she didn’t know.

[hadeanic]

Tounge-Tied || Jito || Chapter 4 || Closed @ Arisa

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jitosbizzareadventure‌:

Once he’s settled down and comfortable on the swing he laughs a little at Arisa’s story of teacher’s always getting on her case.  

“Perhaps they just got jealous that they couldn’t be you or something.  Teachers are always trying to take control of everything.”  

Though in his mind Jito thinks that little Arisa probably wasn’t the best student but that’s okay.

Jito pouts the minute he thinks about Haruto, he’s happy that he hasn’t spotted the boy recently.  “Yeah, we lucked out that Reizei-san only got some shocks and didn’t end up completely fried.  Though I’m sure he’s not happy about getting the shocks either.  

“You nailed it right on the had Ari-chan, but that’s sort of the blessing and curse of having a big heart.  When everyone hurts it gets multiplied so it feels really rough right now.  And… it feels really bad right now.  So yeah, I’ll probably take a few of those suggestions to chill out for a bit.”  

A bubble bath, there’s only one bathhouse so maybe the others wouldn’t mind if he took it over for a bit?

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that actually, but yeah Yuuki-chan’s lab would be a great!  I’ll have to spend a few coins to get some toy but… that’s a better price than being depressed right?”  

And besides, if Noel was watching them she’d probably throw a fit knowing they just skipped on her lab.

Jito’s eyes squinted as Arisa’s grin grew.  That wasn’t the smile of someone that was about to give him helpful advice, but the one of someone who had gossip on their lips, or rather wanted to speak on recent events.

“Ari-chan!  C’mon that’s…”  

The way she spoke just made him flustered more.  

“I dunno!  It just happened I didn’t even have control over it!”  

Though he couldn’t deny that he liked it.

“I guess I can’t say that I’ll ever forget that as my first kiss.  I’m sure that my mom would be over the moon right now if I told her what happened though.  Don’t go off spreading rumors about me though!  I’m not really sure… what kind of type I am.”

Arisa flips her hair, reveling in the compliment. Sure, most girls were jealous of her, well, everything, but it was a personal favorite theory of hers that the teachers hated her because they ain’t her and not because she was a shit student.

“Damn right they were. All of them are soooooo past their prime that I’m shocked they don’t just turn to dust when they’re standing in front of us and rambling on and on about shit I couldn’t care less about. They’re total control freaks.”

It was also just kind of their job to be in charge of the classroom, Arisa, and it’s not their job to have to deal with you and Mitsugi talking to each other at a normal volume in the middle of class.

“I doubt the shocks he got were even a little bit enjoyable. We might see it as a, uh, mercy? Mercy, yeah, but I’ve heard really bad shit can happen if you’re shocked like he was. Like, real bad shit. Spasms and all that. Nothing good for sure...And Haruto doesn’t even have the fucking balls to face us all after he did what he did. Like a coward.”

She still very much planned on keeping her promise if she ever ran into the little bitch later on. If he wanted to be a murderer and let someone else take the fall for him, then he could handle as ass-whooping, too.

“Take all the time you need, Yu-kun. That dude who was in charge of holding up the world or something in those myths needed a break, right? So, you need one, too. No one can support everyone all the time.”

Sometimes, self-care comes after almost watching an innocent person die because someone you viewed as a friend got away with murdering two people who you also probably viewed as friends.

“I hate how the Monofucks are making us pay for Noel-chan’s toys from her lab. She gave them out for free to make people happy and to make them smile. They’re spitting on her memory by making friends of hers pay for them when she would probably want us to just take them in order to comfort ourselves. It’s disgusting how they just throw little, subtle things into some labs that are just to taunt us or hurt the person the lab is meant to comfort.”

Arisa says this, glaring down at the ground and kicking her foot back and forth, watching the grass underneath of her feet move in reaction to it.

“Awwww, Yu-kun!! Look at you! Blushing like you’ve never even seen a girl before! You didn’t have control over kissing Wakana back in front of everyone? Really? Even in front of one of the people who admitted they have a crush on you? Hm? I’m sure!”

“I don’t control what the people want to hear about, Yu-kun, but I’m willing to cut you a break, really. I’m super happy for you, for real, but could you have done it at a better time? Maybe broken it to some people first? ‘Cuz, like, I know you know that there are people in this place with crushes on you, and IDK about you, but if I saw someone I had a crush on start eating the face of someone basically right after I confessed to them, too, I’d be pretty damn bummed. Pretty damn pissed. Pretty damn unwilling to talk to the person for a while. Let’s not get into how what Wakana did was, like, totes against girl code, but I just thought you’d like to know that it was kinda totes lame what you did. Super romantic if certain people weren’t there, but super lame because they were and you totes didn’t think of it.”

She doesn’t sound as heated as she normally does when she rambles on like this, but she still doesn’t sound super happy about it all. She had a lot of feelings about “throwing feelings” back into someone’s face, and, in her eyes, that’s precisely what Wakana and Jito did to her sis, and she wasn’t fucking having it without a formal apology given.

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Jito sort of gives a weak thumbs up as Arisa approaches.  He even manages to laugh a little considering his situation.  

“I’m good, I’m good, I’ve been in worse messes than this before.  I just have to… let’s see…”  

He tries to carefully untangle himself from the rope and after a few seconds manages to get his legs and arm free.

“I have a knack for getting myself into trouble sometimes.  Sometimes it just can’t be helped.”  

He shrugs, hoping that it at the very least abates some of Arisa’s worry.

He’s happy that Arisa is off doing her thing, cheering people up and keeping their spirit high when it was probably at the lowest point of all so far.

“Well uh… if I’m honest I’m doing terrible.  Who isn’t right?”  

His frank answer betrayed the smile on his face as he set the swing back up to sit down.  

“But better than I was a few hours ago so that’s improvement right?  I was just thinking… thinking about taking some time out for myself.  Maybe today, or tomorrow, just a whole day where I just do things that I want to do.  Like a destress day?  Just trying to worry about myself and not run around playing therapy doctor… just for one day.”  

He begins swinging lightly again, not with much vigor but just enough so that his legs can get under the seat of the swing.

“I was brain storming about what I wanted to do, if I wanted to go swimming or maybe just play around in Noel’s lab, or just nap, I dunno.  just trying to figure it all out.  Painting isn’t really helping me out like it usually is right now so I gotta think of some other things.”

Arisa’s just watching Jito kinda fumble and tumble his way out of the mess he got himself into. She resists the temptation to make a move for her phone in order to record this to post later. Oh well, she would just tell Azusa or something later on.

“No, no, you’re good. You do you. Like, I would hate for you to get even more stuck or something if you keep on trying to talk to me and wriggle out at the same time. That would totes suck.”

In other words, please continue on, Jito, she needed the pick-me-up. It is pretty impressive to see him contort his way out of this whole thing, and she did have to commend him for that one. She bet if he was Hiroyuki, he would just cry until someone came with bolt cutters.

“Hey, I hear you, dude. I was, like, sooooo always the person who teachers would accuse of doing shit, and I have no idea what they got out of doing that to me. You aren’t cute, you’re just wrong.”

Says the person who it was ninety percent of the time.

Arisa wasn’t personally affected by the last trial at all, really, so she could go off and be happy with relatively no issues. Sometimes, not really caring about people who aren’t close to your heart is really beneficial!

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying, Yu-kun. I’m doing....okay, but I guess that’s because I’m trying not to think about how that fucking dickhead did us in and almost got an innocent person killed because his mommy looked a little sad, but whatever.”

“Hmmm, destress, huh? That sounds like a good idea. You’re no good to anyone when you’re all in a tizzy, you know. Besides, someone like you? You feel a lot for others. You have a lot of heart in you or whatever. That means when bad shit happens, you’re hit like a fucking truck while the rest of us are able to push ourselves up with a bit of effort but nothing major. Go, I dunno, make something to eat. Try to knit something. Go for a swim somewhere like you said. Have a bubblebath. Live your life and calm your shit.”

“...I think Noel-chan would want us to use her lab to calm down. She made toys to make people smile so...I think it would be a good way to honor her memory, don’t you think?”

A grin takes over her face.

“Ooooooor you could go and eat Wakana’s face some more. I never took you as a PDA type. Then again, I didn’t take you for a ‘kiss before the first date’ type either. I wonder what people back home would say about that one, huh?”

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At this point, what should she be doing? Should she be standing up to Arisa and pushing her buttons until the other started to physically push her? Should she be hurling back insults as fast as she could thing them? What was Shiba suppose to do? She sat and listened. That was all she could think to do for the time being. 

“Oh… you’re right,” there it was, a rare agreement between the two. Even when they agreed, it was always with animosity. But this came too easy, too quickly. Shiba was just absorbing the spiteful words Arisa was throwing down. 

For the entire rant, Shiba could only stare at Arisa. It wasn’t the first time she was yelled at by someone and it very much wouldn’t be the last. She watched how animated Arisa seemed and how absolutely angry she got. Was that what others saw during her concerts or interviews? Was this the sort of show she put on for everyone around her? Part of it was, admittedly, a little scary. The other part of it was somehow exciting. Or maybe exciting wasn’t the right word?

Maybe moving?

“Hiroyuki is… different from a friend, I think,” she hardly had a good frame of reference. “When he spoke during the first trial I thought, oh he’s lonely. I don’t want him to feel like that… It’s not that he’s not worth sticking around. He’s just worthy doing more for,” why was she spilling this all out to Arisa of all people? Shiba didn’t really know. “If I can… if I can cut out the emotional and indecisive part of me, it’d be good for him. I could be someone he could truly rely on.”

Her neutral expression twitched to a frown.

“…Ayumu knew my name. Not the name I told everyone, Ayumu knew my name,” her voice was soft and almost seemed to waver. It almost had something to it and from Arisa’s standpoint, it wasn’t anything strong.

“Before this, I was always alone. A- And I was happy being alone. I didn’t need anyone, I could just be happy being the rapper Mr. Ueno wanted me to be… I- I couldn’t cut it as a mainstream musician even though… even though I have talented parents, I couldn’t do it… Having no one. Having no friends made me better, I think. Being alone, made me strong a- and capable of doing amazing things.” As she was talking, her arms moved to hug herself– No. They moved to hold herself together, her fingers pressed tightly against her skin. She couldn’t cry. Even as the crybaby she was, she couldn’t cry now. These were the emotions and feelings she wanted to cut out, so why cry?

Wait, what the fuck? Did she just get told that she was right? By Shiba?? Hold on, she had to have had mistaken her, right? Shiba didn’t tell her shit like that...Looking back on the memory, though, she definitely....yeah. Wow, this kid was fucked if she was telling her she was right.

“Hold on, what the fuck? No, you’re not supposed to say that. You’re supposed to say some shit like ‘oh, Arisa, you’re such a bitch, blah, blah, whatever’ or whatever the fuck you would say that I would immediately ignore and say that you were just jealous of me and so on and so on.”

Their conversations didn’t work like this. Sure, she knows that Shiba went through some shit recently, but was it really this bad? Really? She supposed that she never had any of her friends die, so it was probably more than a bit unfair to rag on the rapper for being super upset about it. Arisa had been upset just thinking that Mitsugi might not have been okay back during the first motive, but it seemed like everything turned out just fine since the video had him looking...fine. He looked older, but he looked fine.

Shiba would never get to see Ayumu get older, would she? Damn...Yeah, maybe this shit sucked more than she thought it did.

“Ever thought that he doesn’t want someone he can rely on and that’s it? If you suddenly ripped out a part of you, I think he would be pretty fucking upset about that, don’t you think? I know I’d be pretty angry if Mitsu-kun suddenly decided that it would be better for me if he just stopped doing something that I had no issue with. Don’t fucking say what would be good for people when it wouldn’t be. You don’t know shit about what would be good for someone if they aren’t you. Newsflash, Hiroyuki isn’t you.”

Why was she out here giving emotional advice to fucking Shiba of all people? Oh, wait, what? Name? Ayumu knew her name? Wasn’t her name Fumiko or something?

“I’m stupid, but I’m not that stupid, Shiba. Your name’s Fumiko, isn’t it? Everyone knows that, genius.”

“Get over yourself. No one is happy being alone, moron. Sure, some people can like being alone sometimes, but no one likes being alone all the time. Humans are, like, social animals. We literally need to talk to people in order to be happy and live and shit. Quit talking out of your ass. I think that you stopped being held back when you left Puppy Love or whateves. You didn’t suddenly or magically become this great rapper now that you were alone--you felt shit and you used your medium to get it out there. And who the fuck is Mr. Ueno?”

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Tounge-Tied || Jito || Chapter 4 || Closed @ Arisa

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Jito sighed heavily, swinging silently under the willow tree and looking out to the lake.  It’s a pretty sight, and for awhile, he lets himself just get lost in looking at it.  He figures he’ll go and treck the pink station a little later, maybe when his heart winds down a little and his mind isn’t stirring like a hurricane.  

Again he sighs looking down at his boots this time as he swings with a bit more vigor, he looks like he’s about to leap off the swing and into the lake but stops as he hears someone approach, the result?  A rather nasty trouble onto the ground after getting tangled up in the swing.

“Ugh… just my luck." 

He sighs… again.  This time trying to untangle himself from the swing as he gets a good look at the person approaching. 

"Ah Ari-chan, what’s up?  Don’t mind me I just uh… didn’t jump at the right time.”

He tries to offer a warming smile but it’s a little pained.  Either from actual pain or from something going on in his head.

Arisa didn’t expect the world from her classmates when it came to physical activities. Unless you had really impressed her beforehand or she had knowledge of what you could do based on your talent, she thought you were as athletically capable as one of those worms on a string as in not very. Sure, it might be a little unfair to some, but what she just witnessed was a testament as to why she thought that way.

She claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that would have erupted at seeing Jito flop/fly-ish off the swing and end up getting tangled in it like a fish in a net. It was rude, she couldn’t laugh. What kind of person would she be to him if she did? No, no, Arisa, no laughing. You could laugh after you’re safely out of sight.

“OMG, like, Yu-kun, are you alright? Jeez, sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you if that’s what was going on. How did you even manage this? I’ve seen people get tangled up, but gosh.”

“I’m doing as well as I can RN. Talking to people, trying to keep spirit up, giving comfort where I can, you know, the usual. HBU?”

She had an idea about how things were going, buuuuuuuttt....

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The voice, while menacing and mixed with painful memories for her, didn’t startle her too much. Shiba brought the picture back to herself, holding it close to her chest without meaning to. As always, it took a bit to realizing exactly what Arisa was trying to say to her. 

“I…” she started before sighing. She’d attempt to get to her feet in order to avoid another physical altercation between the two of them but she was too tired to even try. “Maybe that’s what I’m doing… I just figured, if I finally let go of this I could actually be more like… More like how I’m suppose to be.” 

They didn’t turn their attention away from the picture as they spoke. Maybe it didn’t matter that it was Arisa, maybe at this moment anyone would’ve done. 

“If I could burn this… do you think I’d actually be the Fumiko Minami Mr. Ueno wants me to be? Probably, right? The Fumiko Minami from the pictures was the one who had to be the extroverted leader who smiled no matter what,” she turned her attention away from the picture and to Arisa. “And this incarnation of Fumiko Minami should be the angry lone wolf. I’m an idiot for thinking I could do both, aren’t I?” the smile on her face seemed playful but it didn’t reach her eyes. She placed the picture back into the box but didn’t move to seal it. Instead, she brought her knees closer to her chest and rested her arms on them before resting her chin on her arms.

“How do you do it, Oshiro? How do you not care about people?” That was rather bold and downright offensive of her to ask, but it didn’t sound like Shiba was looking for a fight. “I want to cut it all out. The care I have… I want it gone. I was happier when I was alone.”

She taps her foot against the floor as she waits for Shiba to answer her question. She didn’t think it was that intense of an inquiry that the other needed more than a few moments to recognize what she had been asked and offer up a response, but maybe Shiba was a little bit slower than everyone had first suspected. If there was one thing Arisa knew about, it was subverting expectations.

“Ugh, get off of that lame shit. ‘How you’re supposed to be’, get fucking real. Even I know there’s not a way someone’s ‘supposed to be’. It’s just how they are. I’m meant to be stupid, it’s not like I’m supposed to be smart but I just fucked up somewhere. You got handed another shit deal, and you’re just gonna give up? Kinda pathetic, especially for someone who likes to talk as much shit as you do.”

It feels like there’s some history Arisa was supposed to know before coming into this conversation, but she quite honestly didn’t listen to enough idol music to know if this Mr. Ueno guy was Shiba’s former manager or whatever or if it was just some random guy she decided to bring up.

“I think what you’re doing is talking a lot of shit. Don’t be a fucking baby. What, you lose a friend through no fault of your fucking own, and you’re done? You’re calling me a bad friend? You’ve got to be fucking joking me. Fuck Hiroyuki, huh? Is that what you’re saying? He’s not worth sticking around for even though he saw something in you he likes even if I have no clue what it could have been. Fine, lemme just go tell him he means that little to you that you wanna run away from everything because some dickhead murdered someone you cared for.

How do I not care about people? Easy, I don’t trust them, and I don’t like them. Someone’s always out to get you and tear you down, so that’s why you get them to like you first--no one hurts someone they love soooooo much. Until they prove to me they’re worthwhile, they ain’t shit. You work the same way, don’t you? Everyone ain’t shit until you say they are? Yeah, okay, lemme tell you this: being alone fucking sucks, especially when you think you have no one. Quit being a drama queen or whatever.”

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It had been almost a full twenty-four hours since they had been released from the hell of that trial. During these twenty-four hours, almost nothing cold shake the dead stare from her eyes. It was like a switch had been flipped and although she moved and even spoke to others, the rapper didn’t seem to have the same spark of life. 

If all it took was a flip of the switch, then all it would take to bring it back was to flip the switch off. This thinking led her to the talent room right before her own. Although the heat was uncomfortable, she stared at the fire with her back faced towards the entrance from the Narrator’s lab. Her signature accessories and outfit were gone. Right now she sat in comfortable enough workout clothes with her track jacket lazily draped over her shoulders. Next to her was a, surprisingly, pink box. Its age showed with how muted the color was and the few nicks at the paint, but it still seemed to be well taken care of. The lid was off and inside were… Puppy Love memorabilia?

CDs, keychains, letters, postcards, photo cards, and more sat comfortably in the box. Rather than being chipped or faded, they looked lovingly taken care of. No dirt was collected and even the cards looked almost new. 

Looking down at her own hands, the rapper could clearly see the own image of her younger self with two girls by her side. To make matters all the worse, she flipped it over to see two sets of handwriting.

“Let’s sing our best songs together!!” & “Friends forever and always and then some!!!“ 

Nothing. Nothing stirred. Nothing settled. She could stare at the writing, trace her own finger across each stroke but still nothing. Maybe this was all better in the fire. Her hand reached forward a bit but something always seemed to stop it from juuuust reaching the flames. 

As long as you worked hard enough, your mind couldn’t keep up with your body, and you didn’t have to think about things too much. It worked for her five years ago(?), and it had worked every time since so she didn’t see why her tried and true method would do her dirty now. Of course, she usually had a competition to hyperfixate on instead of letting things run in her mind, but she didn’t have that here so...she supposed she would just practice her ass off. Until she could barely feel her legs sounded like a good amount for today. To get to her lab in order to practice, she decided a jog was fitting. Or a run. If your legs were burning, you were gaining!

Of course, that also meant she had to change clothes half way through so she took a quick pause at the Narrator Lab and...What the fuck?

Peeking over to see what was going on, Arisa confirmed that what she was seeing was most certainly what she thought she saw. Shiba was burning shit. Well, she was getting ready to burn shit, at least. It looked like a picture of some kind, and it looked like there was even more in the box beside her. Was she planning on burning all of that? It...looked like some Puppy Love stuff. Christ, what was this kid’s problem? It seemed like everything they did was like something out of some edgy television show. “Burn the old and begin anew” or whatever.

“What the fuck are you doing? This looks like some ritualistic shit. I thought my cooping...mmmeck-and-izms were shit. If you want to burn shit, there’s a whole fucking library for that.”

Coping mechanisms, and sure, burning a library has never gone poorly.

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In My Restless Dreams | Haruto | CH3 | [ATTN: Arisa]

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A prince and princess, huh? The bourgeois of kindergarten banding together then, he resolves, nodding silently in affirmation of his own conclusion.

“Y’know, most people would swap those two around – say literally first and then take a step back. …Not that there’s anything wrong with pledging yourself like that. Devotion like that is hard to come by, I’d say.”

He hopes it’s pretty apparent through his voice at least that he means that as a compliment.

His face brightens up a bit as Arisa tries to dash away his fears, but his face twists a bit with the last few words she says.

“…It’ll be okay.”

He says it, regaining the normalcy from before once the words are out of his mouth.

“I hope so anyway… I think though I can’t even explain because well… Monokumi has to check these letters first, right? Maybe it’d be better if I came up with some lie then? Something like, ‘I got a family emergency to take care of, sorry…’?”

You have to play into the childish notion of a “queen bee” somehow, and obviously, a princess comes before becoming queen! Duh!

“Most people would, yeah! But, like, it’s super hard to feel that kind of hesitation when you’re so close to each other, you know? I know that I would do anything for Mitsu-kun because I’ve done a lot of things for him and not felt bad about it, and he’s done the same for me. It was never anything super bad, but it was still stuff that drove the idea home.”

Even if Haruto wouldn’t have meant it as a compliment, she would have taken it as one since her voice shows that this devotion is something she takes great pride and comfort in.

Oh, yikes, she hopes that she didn’t fumble in the last leg there...

“Oh, yeah, right. She’ll probs def do a look over of the letter. I would really suggest not putting something like that. She’s gonna know you’re lying, you know? I would put that you can’t be with her right now, but you can’t tell her why for her own good. When you get outta this place and go talk to her, she’s gonna kick your ass for lying to her.”

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A New Kind of Makeover || Jito || Chapter 3 || Closed @ Arisa

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“Huh… I guess you’ve got a point.  It does sort of bring out the emotion towards those descriptions.”  

Maybe he ought o expand his vocabulary.  

Jito looks as Arisa effortlessly just knows what to pick and seems to know what products are what without looking.  

“So moisturizer first and then primer.  I get that, primer’s used in painting too.”  

It just dawns on Jito that makeup is like painting for the face isn’t it!?  Maybe if he thinks of it like that then maybe he can let the info stick better.

Jito was a jock so he could understand her to some extent.  Even if he didn’t mind floating from one group to another if he had the chance to.  

“Well fair enough, but when you get out of school and get older maybe you could try just doing a local production.  Chances are that no one will know… actually never mind yo’ll probably be well known.  But at least you won’t have that school pressure.  Might be fun, who knows?”  

And everyone will still remember her as the queen of the school anyway right?

“We are young, I’m sure that it’s fun to date around.  Heck even if you got older you’d be free to date around as you wanted.  Still… you always hear conflicting advice when it comes to things like love and dating.  Some people say that you have to change for the one you love, others say you shouldn’t have to change and people should love you for who you are.  Maybe it’s a mix?  Eh, people have talked about this stuff for ages and still haven’t figured it out.”  

Why did love have to be so complicated.

“O-Okay… I’ll tell you.”  

He looks like he’s going to scrunch up into a ball and roll away.  But he takes a deep breath and relaxes himself still blushing about what he’s about to say.

“S-So first there’s Nishimura-chan, obviously she’s pretty but there’s a sort of kind tenderness to her.  Like I just feel at ease around her, she’s just so sweet and easy to talk to.  Her compassion just… makes me feel like I can always go to her if I have any problems or that she’d support me through any tough times.  I guess I’d say it’s easy for us to be vulnerable around each other?”

The more he spoke the easier it was to let out.  And it goes from a soft whisper to something a little louder.  

“Mayumi-chan is also really cute I think.  She get’s flustered and tries to hide it a lot so I play around with her sometimes.  But I think that she’s always trying to help people and make them comfortable too.  Like, she’s reliable but in an uplifting and going to push you to be your best kind of way.  I feel energized around her so… so yeah.”

Plus her ramen was good, how could no one love that ramen?

“Doigawa-chan was also really… I don’t know.  Mature!  But she’s also just easy going.  I didn’t think she’d be like that but she’s fun to talk to.  I like learning about her and her family, and she… she as so kind that she even offered to help my mom out if something happened to me here so… I just felt that unlocked something.  I’m just… really touched by gestures like that.”

Another breath, another confession.

“There’s… something fluttering for Kai too.  he’s just reliable and laid back, I haven’t gotten the chance to talk a lot to him but… well I do.”

And finally, the one he knows ill probably make Arisa do a double take.  

“And well… Shiba is…. well I can’t tell you about Shiba.  It’s complicated but not complicated, I just can’t tell you about it.  Just know that there’s something there!  I mean… I feel something there.”  

He pouts a little cause he knows that there’s probably going to be a reaction.  

“S-So… there!  That’s all of them…”  

He felt like he was going to die. 

“It’s so many… I feel like some love-sick idiot that’s going to crash and burn!”

Who needs an expansive vocabulary when you can just spit a whole bunch of words out that sort of get across what you were trying to say?

“I think so! Then, you don’t need to worry about people not knowing what a word means because you can relate them to an image or something like that!”

It was incredibly helpful for someone like her who always took in her surroundings and could remember dozens of scenarios and pictures effortlessly but couldn’t be bothered to pick up a book.

“Oh, is it? Well, like, I guess makeup is just a more mature version of face painting if you want to think about it like that. You know, the cheesy stuff that you get done at festivals that comes off within, like, two minutes? Talk about the art skill needed to do something like that! It’s a damn shame it’s wasted usually because of cheap materials.”

Having grown up watching American high school dramas religiously, it was hard for Arisa to imagine people as just being able to hop from one clique to another. It’s absolutely crazy.

“Like, maybe! Who knows, though. I sure don’t. Maybe I’ll do it, but I dunno. I’m going to be working my ass off to get myself started as a fashion designer so I probs won’t even have time to do stuff like act--especially since I wanna still have time to hang with Mitsu-kun and everyone else, you know?”

Even art schools required you to have good grades, and Arisa definitely didn’t have those. She would need to establish herself without a degree, probably.

“No one knows what you need out of dating other than you, you know? Like, if you don’t wanna change for your partner, then don’t. If you think you need to change for your partner, you’re wrong. If you think you would like to change for your partner, then it just means improvement. You should never feel like you have to change for someone--you should want to do it. That’s my take on it, anyway. I’m not going to stop dating just because some punk thinks it’s funny to mock me for it in a way.”

Jesus christ, she thought he would say two names, but here he was naming, what, half of the class or something? She keeps her face open and accepting of the steady stream of names and explanations that leave his mouth, even if she thinks it’s a bit crazy how many crushes this guy has bouncing around in his head at one time. Arisa was a very singleminded girl. She liked one boy, fell out of like with him, and moved onto another one. To like so many people at once? It made her head hurt just thinking about it...

“Do you feel a bit better getting all of that out into the air? I know I would. I don’t have any experience liking so many people at once, but I’m sure it’s not an uncommon experience? I won’t say I can see the, uh, murr-it in all of the crushes you names because I’m not gonna lie like that, but, well, the others I can at least understand, especially Azusa-chan. She’s so sweet, you know? She does everything she can to make someone feel comfortable, and she’s...beyond understanding. She’s the only one of the girls that I’ve spoken to enough to give you some feedback on, but the others are super nice!

You already know I’m gonna give Kai-kun a glowing review, so I won’t even go there, and...I think you can guess my opinions on Shiba.”

It’s bad form to diss someone’s crush right in front of them!

“What’s wrong with being a lovesick idiot? It makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Like you’re walking on air? Sure, it might be best to get some of this off of your chest before you burn yourself out, but it’s not a bad thing to feel lovesick!”

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Kermode Bear | Mimi | Chapter 3 | Closed [Arisa]

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Rapping her knuckles against Arisa’s door, Mimi had plans for the two of them! Well, only if the cheerleader was still interested of course. Ever since their tree climbing session, it had been marked for the future that they do each other’s nails. Well, it’d be Arisa helping Mimi not turn nail painting into finger painting.

At the very least, Mimi already made her preparations ahead of time. With dirt and sand dutifully scrubbed away, her hands were squeaky clean and everything. So, here she was, ready to collect on their promise of a nail day! 

“Arisa-chan, it’s Mimi..! Would you still be up for painting nails together?”

Although Arisa didn’t spend an excessive amount of time just holed up in her room, she did spend enough time in there to be caught by those looking for her. She had just finished up a round of practice at her lab and gotten changed when someone came knocking at her door, and she immediately rushed over to the door in order to open it and poke her head out.

“Hey, hey, Mimi-chan!!! OMG, I’m so happy that you remembered we said we would do that!! OFC I’m still down to paint nails together! C’mon in, girl, and we’ll get all set up!”

She opens her door further, gesturing for the photographer to head inside.

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A New Kind of Makeover || Jito || Chapter 3 || Closed @ Arisa

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“Yeah it’s a good thing, I guess I just never quite know the best way to describe people looking good aside from like ‘pretty’ ‘beautiful’ ‘handsome’ those kind of descriptors.  The way you do it sort of gives it… more life and pop like an out of this world kind of way.”  

It’s not really that complicated.

“Okay… keeping skin moist makes sense.”  

He doesn’t flinch of complain as Arisa gets started.

“Um… yeah I was serious?  You can be a jock and still act right?  Think of it as like those episodes on TV where the jock tries doing unjock things to relate to other groups.  Plus I think a lot of people here would like to see it.  You’ve got my support after all!”  

And to Jito that’s all she really needed even if it wasn’t the point.

“Boyfriend of the week, that must’ve been a sight.  But if everyone knew how you operated at least they couldn’t act surprised.  I mean the first guy was probably surprised but there has to be someone.  Anyway, it sounds like it’s fun,  having a lot of people to hang around with, probably not for me but it’s like you said.  As long as it’s mutual, you do you right?”

Arisa patting his shoulder eased him up a bit.  It was nice to just talk about woes and problems to one another.  

“Eh, just another rough edge on my already troubled childhood.  Nothing that I can change so I try and look past it.  None of us are perfect right?  But we can try to be the best that we can be.”  

He shrugs, but there’s something Arisa says that makes him pause, blush, and then look down at his hands.

“…My mentor said the same thing.  About just going for it since you never know.  And well…”

He began to knead his first fingers together before looking to Arisa.  

“Promise not to tell anyone but… I… I… well there are a few people here that I’ve…”

And his voice goes very quiet and his face very red.  

“Got… a crush on.”

He exhaled a huge amount of air, but then quickly inhaled to get even more words out.  

“…Don’t tell anyone!  I’m telling you this in confidence!  But… ugh I don’t know what to do.  Now’s not really the time or place to be getting romantic.  At the same time… if not now and something happens then I’ll never know.  But aside from rejection… what if it worked out and then they died.  And I don’t know if it’s right to have feelings for multiple people at the same time! I just… I don’t know if it’s worth it.  And yet my heart is pounding a million miles a minute sometimes… and I don’t know what to do.”

Finally, he had gotten it out to one person, a person who had tons of romantic experience.  Surely Arisa would have an answer or an idea for what he was supposed to do!

“I know it’s human but I feel so childish.  I mean you’re right we are kids but… ugh.  It feels terrible, and I feel terrible for feeling terrible about jealously.  I mean… I’d feel even worse if something happened to you or Haruto.  Cause like, then all your loved ones would be super depressed about it.”

“Awww, thank you!! I mean, like, I’m the fashion consultant for my squad, like, always so I like to think I know how to liven things up with descriptions! Sure, ‘pretty’ and stuff works, but, like, don’t you want to know what emotion it brings out? What someone would call your look if it was the name of a fashion line?”

Seems like Arisa thought it was very much that complicated.

Her expression is stoic, and she moves with practiced ease but also evident purpose as she swaps products, opening the new container without even looking at the label. It seems like someone had already arranged things how she likes them.

“Next, we’re going to apply primer. It helps makeup stay on longer by creating an even canvas for the makeup to be put on by filling in pores and lines on your face. No matter how smooth your skin may look, you still wanna do this! It’ll play you for a damn fool if you don’t.”

Oh, fuck, he was for real.

“L-Like, thank you....It’s just, like, isn’t acting kinda...nerdy? Like, I have an image to upkeep and I know the kids at my old school sooooo wouldn’t have gone with me just wanting to act one day. No way. You stuck with your group, and you lived with your group. It’s so much more for real with being the queen of the class. I basically make the calls; what would changing do to my place in the class, you know?”

Someone took high school ladders way too seriously. It seems like she’s running through a mental chart and making calculations as she speaks. Conclusion? Yeah, no way. Cheerleader and actor don’t mix.

“It was a little bit, yeah! I’m not gonna lead a guy on just so he makes it to some cut off point so he feels like the relationship was legit, you know? It’s not my job to make sure his little ego isn’t hurt. I like being able to date around, check things out. So far, I know that a nerdy guy and I just cannot date for very long so I don’t ask them out. They expect to be able to change me, and it, like, just does not work like that, you know? It’s a learning thing!”

She smiles and nods along with Jito’s words. Damn, painter man! Okay! Go off with your deep words!

“As long as you learn and grow from your mistakes, then who cares! Like, sure, you were a bad person, but you’re working on it! No one comes out into the world already perfect. We gotta work to get there! Even if it takes our whole lives.”

OH TEA!? OH TEA!!!! Arisa’s attention is immediately hooked when Jito brings up Crushes(tm) and she’s already one hundred percent more into this conversation than she was five seconds ago. She moves her head like a bobble head.

“Yes! Yes, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. My lips? Sealed! These words? Never getting repeated! Soooooo, tell me who the lucky folks are, Yu-kun! You can’t just go and say these sorts of things without telling more, my little girl heart and soul is, like, dying! I live for boy talk or girl talk or whatever talk!

So, like, this is an awful time to get crushes, like, I get it, but you’ll never know if you don’t take the plunge. You gotta go for it. If they don’t feel the same or if they think you should wait, then you know that you tried, right? And that’s more than you would know than if you never did it! As for the multiple people thing, like, I dunno. I’ve never heard of that before, but I think it’s okay to have an interest in more than one person as long as you don’t try something with both people, you know?”

“Don’t worry about that kind of thing. It’s all going to be okay, and you just have to keep believing those kinds of things. Besides, I only really have Mitsu-kun so don’t feel bad about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other thing with me since it’s not a problem. You’re allowed to want what other people have. I remember there was this boy that both me and a girl on my squad had a crush on, and he ended up confessing to her. I was jealous for a bit, and that’s okay because I didn’t act on it.”

She’ll leave out the point that she was only upset for about a day before a new boy caught her attention.

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In My Restless Dreams | Haruto | CH3 | [ATTN: Arisa]

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“Thirteen years? Wow, that’s a lot of time…”

His voice is indicative of how impressed he is. He doesn’t stop there though.

“I bet he’s really important to you then. It takes a lot of effort to be with someone for that long when you don’t have to be… Congratulations. And uh, don’t worry about not checking up on me. The thought alone is enough.”

He can only imagine how confusing some of her sentences must be if she relies on autocorrect. Kanji… sure was a hell.

“Right. I only wish I could tell her why I haven’t kept in contact with her. It’s not like I can just be like… ‘Hey, I’m stuck in a murder game, sorry.’”

“…I wonder if she’s dumped me in all the time we’ve been gone for. Or the time we don’t remember at least… It’s hard to imagine how our relationships with people might have changed…”

“Yeah! We were, like, in the same kindergarten class! He was the prince, and I was the princess, and we were basically destined to be besties!”

“Y-Yeah...We...Yeah. He’s my best friend ever. He’s basically family. I’d do just about anything for him--well, no, that’s a lie. I would do literally anything for him. It...There wasn’t a whole lot of effort on my end, I guess. Heh. I just sorta love being with him, even when he’s being a bit annoying. Still! I’m glad you’re doing alright.”

It’s a miracle she and Mitsugi manage to communicate with their mutual reliance on autocorrect. Maybe it’s a secret language that only True Morons can understand.

“Why not? Sure, it might be a bit hard to believe, but I bet she would if you’re usually not the joking type, right? Well, like, crazy joking type.”

“Hey, hey, don’t think like that, Sono-kun! I’m sure she knows something is up, and you didn’t just vanish. I bet she’s waiting for you because that’s what true love does, right? I don’t like thinking about those two years, but I’m sure everything is...everything is okay.”

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A New Kind of Makeover || Jito || Chapter 3 || Closed @ Arisa

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It didn’t come as a surprise that Arisa had lived and breathed fashion.  She seemed the type, and being popular and having a mom that was CEO of a cosmetics company probably only made it more important to her to be super pretty and stylish.

Jito was silently relieved to know that casual was his look.  That as good, it probably meant he wouldn’t have to spend hours figuring out good outfits and could just go with what looked easy going.  At least that’s how he interpreted the comments made towards him. 

“Ari-chan you… have a really interesting way of dolling out compliments.  I wouldn’t ever describe myself like that.  Mainly cause my mom throws a tantrum whenever I swear, and I’ve never figured myself to be the uh… ‘fine’ type.”

  If he was older… well apparently he was older but if there was alcohol around would he do bar hopping?  He hadn’t thought about it much.  

“Yup… hurt like… heck I’ll tell ya what.  Didn’t help my mom was angry about it too.  Younger me was about as charming as roadkill on a summer day.”

  That was a rather grotesque description.  

He sat himself down, but began to wipe the paint off his face so that it wouldn’t show.  

“Alright, I’m ready to get… dolled up!”  

he was enthused but this would probably just be him sitting down with Arisa applying makeup to him.

“Huh… do you just like watching them or have you ever thought about acting?  I’m sure that people would love to see you on stage in one of those productions right?”  

Plus she probably knew a lot of the lines by heart if her skill was to be believed.

“Since you were twelve huh?  That’s a lot more experience than I’ve ever had.  But It’s… sort of cute too.  Like that’s the sort of love that parents gossip about.  ‘Oh look at little Arisa and her boyfriend holding hands at the park’.  Hahaha… still I guess love just comes naturally to you then.  Popular with the nerds, jocks, goths, preps, and all those people?  It must’ve been a hassle sorting through them… or did you like all the attention?  Lucky that they understood that you picked, I’d probably gt overwhelmed if I got flirted on… all the time.  Even now I’d probably just combust!”  

His jolly grin shrunk a little the more he talked about it as he looked off to the side.

“That said… I guess I’m a little envious of you.  It’s like you said, I as rough around the edges.  Probably about as rough as sandpaper.  But… I had like crushes back when I as younger too.  There girls that I wanted to talk to but I didn’t know how… it was even harder with guys.  But because I was known as the troublesome kid I got rejected… a lot.  Like every time… which would sometimes leads to fights.  With the boys only!  But… well for a long time I thought that I wouldn’t ever be in a good relationship.  I sort of gave up on that sort of thing…”  

He sighed sinking into his chair a bit.

“Even though it’s something simple just like… holding hands or k-k-kissing someone I get all flustered just thinking about it.  Like it’s weird… I can be kind and help people and be sincere but if I like… have feelings for them I just…”

He frowns, playing around with his hands as if to untie the knot in his heart and head.  

“It’s… something that I’m still working on.  And because of it sometimes I get little huffy and jealous of people who have good love lives… like you and Sonomura-san”

Sometimes, you were just born into a super image-focused family whether it be because they were a part of the fashion industry (albeit in a pretty roundabout way) or because they ran a company filled with buff (and usually hot) people who protected people like knights. High society demanded high standards of fashion, and Arisa was more than capable of learning that at least.

It was kind of a disturbing idea to Arisa. Well, seeing Jito in a suit and tie was, at least. There were just some things that a person shouldn’t wear unless it’s the right situation. If it’s not a formal time where it would be disrespectful to wear anything else, then she doesn’t...really think he should be walking around in a tux. Live your best life, Jito, but don’t wear a suit.

“I...hope that’s a good thing? I don’t really know how else to say it, ahaha...Mom and Dad don’t give a shit what comes out of my mouth so long as it’s not, like, super controversial or something that could super affect the companies and stuff like that. Cursing isn’t a big deal. You should consider yourself the ‘fine’ type! You are!”

Give Jito his Fine Boy rights!!! Give them to him!!

“Yiiiiiikesssss, talk about mental image, huh? I don’t think most kids have social skills that aren’t garbage for a while, though, so don’t feel too bad about it. Some people just take a little longer to get things together than others!”

She’s pretty sure that if she goes the rest of her life never hearing that comparison again, it will be a good life.

It was also kinda weird to see Jito without his signature paint. It was like...It was like looking at a grape without skin! Yeah! She would never say that out loud since that was more than a little weird, but okay! Reaching over to grab the moisturizer, she begins to apply it to Jito’s skin.

“So, like, before you get anything down, you have to moisturize. Trust me, your skin will totes thank you later.”

Why just stand there and do it without explaining what she was doing? That would help him get a deeper understanding of what was going on, wouldn’t it?

“P-Perform in one!? Like, you were being for real!?”

“I dunno if people would like to see me act. Don’t get me wrong, I can, but, like, that’s...that’s not a jock thing to do, you know? I dunno. I think it would be super fun but at the same time it’s, like, hm.”

She forces out a little laugh at the first comment, nodding along while staying deathly focused on her moisturizing task.

“Like, I don’t even think my parents knew I had boyfriends that young, but I’m pretty sure that the entire class’s parents knew since the boy of the week would parade around like he was super cool since he got the class princess to date him. I mean, I do kinda get all dolled up to get that kind of attention, but yeah, my romantic fancy is, like, stroked pretty easily. If you’re hot and my type, then I’ll probably try flirting with you just to see where it goes and if my interest is caught enough to keep it going. I’m an attention hog, and I’m not afraid to say that. I love the attention that it gives me, and, like, so long as it’s a mutual thing, I don’t see the issue in having a couple of boyfriends more than usual.”

“Oh, jeez....rough childhood, huh...? I can kind of relate to that. I’m not as...smooth or as polished as you think I am so I get that...It sucks when your feelings aren’t returned even when you work up the courage to confess to people. I hear about it from girls on my squad all of the time. The kids didn’t mean anything personal by it, I’m sure, and, like, if they could see you now, they would say yes in a heartbeat. Don’t let past experiences keep you from playing the game at all, though. If you see someone you like, then you should go for it, right? That’s the only way you can get back up again. No judgment from me with the fight thing...kids do stupid shit for stupid reasons.”

She smiles and reaches out to pat Jito’s shoulder. That’s rough, buddy.

“I can’t quite relate to that kind of thing, but it probably is just because I haven’t met someone who really makes my heart go crazy when I think about them...It’s just human nature to be jealous of people who have things that we want. I know I see people at meets sometimes with...with things I would like, and I get jealous. You know, like flower bouquets and stuff for winning first prize. We’re all still, like, kids! We can’t be expected to have all of our shit together, and it seems like you have a good amount of it together!”