Railways to Despair

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“Oh sugar cookies! I used to make them with my mother all the time but…I’m out of practice to say the least.” He laughed, but it had a melancholy edge to it, “However! I’ve memorized all the recipes I learned over the years so it’s not too much of a hassle.”

The teen gave another sad smiled, looking up at her, “I’m sorry you can’t see your family for the holidays, I hope I can help you feel not as homesick.” He tilted his head, nodding, “If it’s a family specific recipe I can make them if I have it, I wouldn’t need translation, I can read English as well.”

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“I mean, I’ll take the best recipe you’ve come across. But sometime, I’ll make some of my family’s sugar cookies for you. I’m a decent cook..” Marla notices the twinge of sadness that laces the Baker’s voice, and is polite enough to not ask any questions. Marla is low key suspicious, since he’s doing this for free, with no reprocussion or catch. Usually, there’s a catch to this stuff. Marla’s watched enough movies to know that. The tall cheerleader  smiles. “When do you think they could be done? I can wait at least a lil while, which would be two days maximum, but, I’d like you to do it at your leisure. I don’t wanna push stuff on you, you know? We barely know more than each other’s names, after all. But, other than that, thank you so much, Kobayashi!” 

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Kiyotaka was surprised to see another student immersed in their game, honestly. He liked the fact that some people liked games, but it just felt like he carried on too much. It wasn’t like they were otaku, not that he knew this student was, but… still…

Rather than interrupt the game, he just sat near the other, looking over his shoulder every now and then. Still, he couldn’t stop the comment that slipped passed his lips, too loud and awkward.

“Wow, you’re pretty good.”

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“Eh?” Aneko hits pause for a second, turning her masked face towards the other. Of course, seeing someone as tough as her playing Dissidia: Final Fantasy on a brand new PSP (she’d been doing work around the city to raise up cash to buy something nice for herself) was kind of shocking. I mean, she had just barely learned how to play, but she’s real good at mashing buttons for combos. Her reflexes are just fast enough to get the supers to work.  “Thanks. Honestly, I can’t put this game down…I only started a week ago and everyone who watches says I can beat down bosses and hard missions with ease. It’s kinda still blurry as to what works and what doesn’t, but I like hittin’ buttons.” She gives a shrug, and realizes too late who this was. “You’re…the Ultimate Gamer, right? I’ve heard that you’ve unlocked everything there is to unlock in the original Mortal Kombat! That was the only game we had a home, an’ a shitty Sega Genesis, so I guess seeing it one hundred percent cleared was really impressive to me, in a way that it reminds me of good times way back when.” She tilts her head towards him, the masked sukeban’s eyes somewhat obscured, but they were almost freakin’ sparkling. It’s hard to do, get her eyes to shine like that, ever since everything went down hill, so uh, Good job, Kiyotaka. 

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Being called his first name by anyone but his father felt odd to him. He’d gotten used to all the nicknames based on his last name, his talent, his looks, or even his short height, but this…this was different. Her uses of honorifics were amusing, seeing as she obviously wasn’t as comfortable using them as he was.

“Oh, you don’t have to use honorifics, I’m sure it most be confusing for someone new tot he country. I actually speak really fluent English if the helps you feel better.” He smiled kindly, learning a language that wasn’t spoken at home must’ve been hard for her, and Kobayashi wanted his classmate to feel as comfortable as possible.

When offered something in exchange once more, shaking his head the teen denied, “I’m sure about this, I don’t want anything in exchange. It’s go against my family’s code of conduct.” He tilted his head, before he elaborated, “If someone’s in need, it’s of no right for us to demand something for sharing our talents with people.”

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“Oh..haha…” Marla glanced from side to side, cracking an awkward smile. But…now that she thinks about it, what could she “order” from him? Sugar cookies? Probably, since she wasn’t coming home for Christmas this year. Too expensive, and Marla and her family weren’t the richest. She needed to be reminded of home a bit with something delicious, like her family’s famous Christmas cookies. People used to come from all over town to holiday bakesales JUST for those cookies.  “…Do you know how to make sugar cookies? They’re kind of an uncommon thing in this area, but are tradition back home. I can’t head back to America for Christmas this year on account that my job stinks and doesn’t pay enough for me to buy plane tickets. So, I want to be reminded of home, if that makes sense. Live vicariously through them through cookies.” She laughs at the absurdity of “live vicariously through cookies”, and gives a halfhearted shrug. “If not, I can uh…call mom and get a recipe, which I can translate if you need it?”

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁! [MARLA BROWN] [NON DESPAIR AU / ACTUAL HIGH SCHOOL AU] [SFW] [MARLA —> KOBAYASHI] (( @ultimate-sweet-treats )) —- Marla had been on a horrible diet to improve her stamina. It wasn’t so much as the food was bad, but the fact that she couldn’t even have a single piece of chocolate was the problem. Honestly, she’s close to breaking, even though she’s pushed through for two months. Today, was the day she broke. Her dark brown eyes would twitch as she passes someone who smells of chocolate and sweets of the like. Marla whirls around and tries to get their attention. Maybe if she did their homework for them, she’d get some sweets out of it? Then again, she had NO idea if this person just used a special shampoo or is the ultimate baker or chocolatier or hell, even just someone who decorates cake for a talent.  She wouldn’t care. This diet is driving her nuts. Maybe she could have a cheat day, then she’d get back to it. A little bit of time to splurge sounded reasonable to her. At least a two day period of getting to eat whatever the fuck she wants.  “Uhm, hey…—” She taps the person’s shoulder, realizing that her explanation of “I was passing by and you smell really good” isn’t a good conversational opener. Maybe she’ll take a shot in the dark and guess if this person’s talent has to do with sweets.  “Are you…uhm, a food-related Ultimate? Because uh..well…I have a favor to ask. I should probably preface this with my name. Marla Brown, Ultimate Cheerleader.” Extends her hand for them to shake. If they did take her hand, she spent the next minute trying to think of a way to casually ask while shaking their hand. “But..I need something sweet. I’ve been on a hellish diet and I can’t take it anymore. I just need a day or two to splurge, then I can get back on it. I can offer to do homework or even help you make whatever you’d give me. I just need this. It’s been two months since I’ve even touched anything that even contains a crap ton of sugar…” She pulls her hand back and gulps. God, this was weird as fuck because she’s usually so good at talking to others but this time, about her own personal life? It felt kinda..foreign. “Anyway, uh..yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask.”

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Kobayashi was on his way down to the kitchen, he found a new recipe he wanted to try and if he didn’t hurry one of the other ultimates that dealt with food would set up shop and he’d be out of luck until his study hall. He nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around to face the person who touched him with a startled look. 

Soft blue eyes stared up at the female in front of him, at the initial greeting he had to choke back a laugh so he wouldn’t be rude. It wasn’t the first time someone said he smelt good, spend all your life helping out in a bakery and the scent of sugar and vanilla with stick on you, among other things.

She sounded foreign, looked foreign, and the way she introduced herself like that of his mother left no doubt that the girl speaking to him wasn’t from here.

‘An American….” He looked down as he mumbled softly before looking back up and grinning at her, shaking her hand, “That’s right, Nakahara Kobayashi, the Ultimate Baker at your service. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marla-san.” Using someone’s first name felt odd to him, but seeing as the girl wasn’t exactly Japanese it didn’t pose that much of a problem.

Listening to her story intently, the teen nodded while a kind smile crawled onto his face, “I’d be happy to make you something, but I couldn’t possibly take anything from you in return.” The boy said happily, for most people it was a blessing to find someone who’d so willing feed anyone he comes across no questions asked, and he didn’t mind being known for that either.

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Oh my god, what good luck! To run into the Ultimate freakin’ Baker! Marla almost falls on her knees and begs for at least a batch of cookies or a piece of shortcake…But she keeps calm, smiling super wide, her teeth pristine and white. Not shocking of a preppy cheerleader. Marla bows slightly, but then realizes she has to remain calm and make a request. But what? It had to be special, so she could eat it for at least a few days… But her mind turned up blank in indecisiveness. So, might as well make it apparent. “I am willing to try anything you make, so long as it’s sweet, Kobayashi….san.!” It was obvious she wouldn’t know much about honorifics, and hoped he wouldn’t get offended. However,the last part of his statement was…strange. “You…don’t want anything in return? I can pay for something if you need it? I’m pretty well rouded in school subjects, except Japanese. I’m working on it, but I’m still kinda lagging behind in that subject…I can help with other stuff, though!” She insists, doing a shrugging gesture.

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝙲𝙷𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄?   [IZUMI NOGUCHI] [NON DESPAIR AU / ACTUAL HIGH SCHOOL AU] [SFW] [IZUMI —> FEFE] ---- God, what a hectic week! First, school work, then part time work as a junior cop. It was literally stressing the fuck out of Izumi,  and people can tell. He’s snappy and mean, only under stress and or hunger is he like this. The cop is told by many people to “chill out” and “treat yo self”, and while this all sounded like a good idea, the only questions are how, and when?  The opportunity is presented when the police station calls him and says that they just got a new recruit who can cover her shift. Thank god. He needs a vacation. There’s the “when”, but what’s the “how”? 

In class, they get a new student to their class, some girl named Fefe or something. At first, Izumi could care less. Until her talent was spoken of. “Ultimate Chocolatier” Well, that’s the “how” taken care of, but there was a part two to the “how the fuck is Izumi Noguchi gonna calm his tits?” debacle. It was trying to ask how to get sweets from this new person. Sure, he could pay cash, but he spent her paycheck on some other things already, so what could he do? Hmm..maybe offer to do homework, or do labor. Izumi was good at that. Very good at manual labor. Saving their life would be a good bonus, if anything catastrophic happens. Hmm. His desk is approached by someone, and he looks up, only to meet eyes with the Ultimate Chocolatier herself. Oh my god, is this real life? Guess the part of going out of his way to find her wasn’t relevant, as she was just…here. “Hey, is there anything you need?” Izumi speaks calmly, though he’s got that angry vibe to him.

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𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁! [MARLA BROWN] [NON DESPAIR AU / ACTUAL HIGH SCHOOL AU] [SFW] [MARLA —> KOBAYASHI] (( @ultimate-sweet-treats )) ---- Marla had been on a horrible diet to improve her stamina. It wasn’t so much as the food was bad, but the fact that she couldn’t even have a single piece of chocolate was the problem. Honestly, she’s close to breaking, even though she’s pushed through for two months. Today, was the day she broke. Her dark brown eyes would twitch as she passes someone who smells of chocolate and sweets of the like. Marla whirls around and tries to get their attention. Maybe if she did their homework for them, she’d get some sweets out of it? Then again, she had NO idea if this person just used a special shampoo or is the ultimate baker or chocolatier or hell, even just someone who decorates cake for a talent.  She wouldn’t care. This diet is driving her nuts. Maybe she could have a cheat day, then she’d get back to it. A little bit of time to splurge sounded reasonable to her. At least a two day period of getting to eat whatever the fuck she wants.  “Uhm, hey…—” She taps the person’s shoulder, realizing that her explanation of “I was passing by and you smell really good” isn’t a good conversational opener. Maybe she’ll take a shot in the dark and guess if this person’s talent has to do with sweets.  “Are you…uhm, a food-related Ultimate? Because uh..well…I have a favor to ask. I should probably preface this with my name. Marla Brown, Ultimate Cheerleader.” Extends her hand for them to shake. If they did take her hand, she spent the next minute trying to think of a way to casually ask while shaking their hand. “But..I need something sweet. I’ve been on a hellish diet and I can’t take it anymore. I just need a day or two to splurge, then I can get back on it. I can offer to do homework or even help you make whatever you’d give me. I just need this. It’s been two months since I’ve even touched anything that even contains a crap ton of sugar...” She pulls her hand back and gulps. God, this was weird as fuck because she’s usually so good at talking to others but this time, about her own personal life? It felt kinda..foreign. “Anyway, uh..yeah. That’s what I wanted to ask.”

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙸𝙰 [BOTAN FUJITA] [NON DESPAIR AU / ACTUAL HIGH SCHOOL AU] [SFW] [BOTAN —> HAJIME] (( @notxlents​ )) —— “I mean, it can’t be that hard.” —Botan, five years ago. That was the words she spoke when she first picked up a stringed instrument. Of course, she’s broken a few hundred strings in her time, tuned the instruments wrong, dropped them…But that didn’t stop her from trying again. She was the sort to not give up once she’s got something going. Keep that metaphorical ball rolling, ya know? Today, she and a student she barely knows the name of are trying to get the basics of playing a stringed instrument down. This guy seemed to be kind of..off ’n odd, and it’s kinda awkward to work with him, but Botan isn’t one to give up, as aforementioned. But Botan had to wonder...What the hell is this guy doing here? The first thing he said upon entering the music room was: “Just a quick warning, I don’t have any talents” (Not before a “hello” was exchanged and his reason for being here was, of course!).   Now, Botan wasn’t sure if he was being modest or if he was literally talentless, but that last one didn’t make sense. Why would he be in Hope’s Peak if he has no talents? Is he here to find one? Or is he here for an after school thing? “Look, dude. I dunno why you’re here if you ain’t got any kind of talent, but I’ll do my best to guide you, er—…What was your name again?” Her memory was DESPICABLE. Like, she forgets everything unless she writes it down. So, she’d have to write this guy’s name down until Botan got his face down to the letter.  “I’m super duper sorry that I forgot already, my brain’s pretty much mush at this time of day.”

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