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Holy shit ur alive. Congrats. (Also, hope life's not been kicking the shit outta you too bad.)

STILL ALIVE AND KICKING SOMEHOW. Life's been booting me to the sun and back but I'm doing okay all things considered lmao just good to be back!

Also hope you're doing okay too! Been a hot second but wishing ya all the best!

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WELCOME BACK JUNO 💕

HELLOOO IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Feels like forever since I dropped by I'm so sorry life stuff got in the way and caused a lot of problems. Things are still a bit hit and miss at the moment BUT I HOPE THAT YOU'RE ALL DOING WELL AND THAT YOU'RE ALL SAFE AND HAPPY ILY GUYS~!

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How about whoever you feel like hcs to someone they don't recognize being touchy feely with Mc? But it turns out Mc does know the person and doesn't really mind. Cause in Tomte's event theres this part where Aegir shows up/spots mc/goes up and hugs them/rests still holding them. And Toji's reaction is to go up/yank mc out of Aegir's grasp/then says he'll call the police if he doesn't keep his hands to himself. Before Aegir and Mc confirm that they actually know eachother/that mc is infact vibing

Ooooo I haven't seen this event but the image of Toji threatening to call the police on Aegir is kinda of hilarious sdfgfd with that being said tho I tried to pick a varied bunch with this lot so I hope that they're an alright pick~!

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Hakumen

Hakumen’s never been one to so easily share, especially when it comes to you. She wants to monopolize her time with you, and makes no attempts to hide that fact - it’s one of the first things you’ve learnt about her since the first encounter at the casino. Another thing you’ve learned is that she loves to show off, to make extravagant displays both to impress and make a blatant expression of her wealth and power. It’s because of this that being invited to Roppongi’s social events becomes such a frequent occurrence. You’re used to the invitation by now, you know the rigmarole well enough, but the events themselves sometimes prove to be overwhelming so you tend to stick close to the foxy hostess of such events whenever you’re inevitably dragged to the next venue. Sometimes you wonder if that’s her plan all along, as Hakumen’s proud to flaunt having you on her arm to the other patrons, making a particular note to gloat about her plus one in the presence of people who are sure to spread the fact around like wildfire (you can practically hear the chaos this is going to stir among the other Roppongi bigwigs.)

There’s no saying when she loses track of you, but it doesn’t take long for you to have disappeared when she takes her eyes off of you. One moment she’s exchanging pleasantries with some fickle little thing brave enough to approach her at the event, and the next her arm feels suspiciously light, and, sure enough, you’re nowhere to be seen once she’s glanced to her side. Just like that Hakumen’s attention goes from the party to you; you’d be a fool to assume that her top priority wouldn’t be to look for her dear lord once you’ve slipped out of her line of sight. She commands every single one of her servers to look for you as they work, bristling with every second that you aren’t located at this dauntingly large venue, and the other guests are beginning to feel the flames of her impatience when word finally reaches her that you’ve been located. 

She’s already preparing the teasing/scolding comments that she’s going to say to you for wandering off when she marches across the venue, guests and staff practically scrambling to part the crowd and clear a path. Among the throngs of guests the vulpine therian eventually finds you - and the person that’s got their hands all over you. They’ve got their head on your shoulder and arms looped around you in a firm embrace so casual and intimate that has her fur prickling at the mere sight. It’s bad enough to tolerate the likes of Ophion and Lucifuge doting on you, as they’ve done plenty of times in the past; but for a stranger to have the audacity to attempt such a thing? At her event? 

Any people nearby are smart enough to steer clear as the fox approaches. She’s about ready to roast this stranger to kingdom come when you turn your head, apparently sensing her approach, and with a smile wriggle your way out of the stranger’s grip. “Yo, Hakumen!” You grin, gesturing beside you “Guess who found a familiar face! Have you two met?” That’s enough to halt Hakumen in her tracks, clicking her tongue as she carefully curbs the biting remark that had been coming. Oh. So you’ve found a friend. They must be someone you’re close with, as even as you talk they’ve still got their hands on you, fingers resting on your sides albeit in a loose grip. Bold - and foolish.

Hakumen feigns a smile, but the hostility is rolling off of her in waves as she changes her gait, now sauntering over to join your side. “No, I don’t believe we have~” she responds cooly, and no sooner is she within reach do you feel her hands loop around your shoulders, effectively steering your focus back onto her as she takes a step back, pulling you towards her and away from your friend. Her tone feigns a mock somberness as she solidifies your new position against her chest. “To think you’d leave my side and go wandering off without introducing me to your little friend - I was ever so worried you’d slipped away again my liege.”

She makes sure that the exchange ends as swiftly as possible; Hakumen doesn’t even give your friend the chance to get another hug goodbye in before you’re veered off elsewhere with the excuse of introducing you to some new friends, or showing you the latest grandiose display that she’s spared no expense on. After all, what good host would allow their liege to waste away in some corner with the same old company bothering them when she’s willing to dote on you for an entire evening - you’re the only one lucky enough to be granted a privilege! Even saying this she still gives your friend one last scathing look over her shoulder no longer making attempts at pleasantries as she steers you away from them, memorizing their face. She’s not worried about potential competition since no one holds a candle to her presence, but that doesn’t stop her from keeping an eye out just in case this friend of your has any ulterior motives.

Triton

As a teacher, Triton gets some pride in seeing his students off for the day and ensuring that they’re safely on their way home for the day. That mostly includes making sure that kids aren’t dashing through the halls and getting hurt or making sure that they’re following the rules while they’re still on school grounds as he sees them all off. You’re long used to it by now since 9 times out of 10 you’re the last one out of the class, pausing to wish the teacher a good evening as you heft your things into your arms and slip past him to head towards the stairs like you always do. 

He watches you go for a moment, making sure that you and the other students milling about are all right; once he’s satisfied that everything's fine he turns back to the classroom ready to close it up for the evening ready for the final sweep of the school. That is until he hears a yelp and the sudden thud of something hitting the floor. Just as swiftly Triton backtracks to the classroom door and pokes his head out of the classroom again, fully prepared to break up whatever tomfoolery is going on when he sees exactly what’s going on in the hallway. It’s only a brief glimpse, but that’s all it takes - there’s a flash of a hand on your hip and another covering your eyes as someone he’s never seen before presses up behind you. He can hear the “guess who! This stranger exclaims, but it doesn’t register because Triton damn near pulls the door off of its hinges in his haste to rush to your aid.

All Triton needs to know is that they’re not a student he knows and they’ve got their hands all over you for him to come barging in - there’s not going to be any inappropriate goings on on his watch! No-one's going to do anything untoward one of his students right in front of him without him barging in to their aid - what kind of teacher would he be to let this stand? His bellow of “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” is loud enough that you swear you can hear your ears ringing as you look up to see the teacher storming over to you, and neither you nor your companion have the time to move or say anything before he closes in. No sooner have they touched you, this person’s being yanked away by a very protective teacher, with as much distance made between you as possible as Triton announces his presence, grip firm on this newcomer’s shoulders and your own as he physically steps between you and this stranger…only they’re not a stranger.

You’re just as confused as your friend, even more so when Triton asks if you’re unharmed, glancing between your teacher and your equally baffled companion. Clearly you’re fine? Maybe Mr.Triton just thinks that your friend was being a bit too rough? But then he starts berating your friend on grabbing people out of the blue and how they need to learn consent and good manners - how dare they try to accost you so brazenly with no remorse! Just what did they think they were trying to pull!

It clicks then what he’s getting at, and you and your friend share a panicked ‘oh no’ look when the mutual lightbulb goes off. You’re sure Mr. Triton’s already forming the stranger danger talk in his head without even clicking on to what’s actually happening, and wanting to avoid another one of his lectures more than anything you step in, grabbing onto his shoulder and urging him to step back and look at you as you blurt out “It’s okay, it’s okay - I know them, they’re a friend, Mr. Triton! Everything’s fine!” You have to repeat it a few more times before you’re finally able to get the words to sink in, and it's almost kind of funny how quiet he gets once he hears what you’re actually saying.

There’s an awkward pause that follows as Triton blanks, looking between you and the person still trying to wriggle out of his grip when your words sink in. He coughs out a muttered “I-I see…so that’s what’s going on, o-of course.” and lets your friend go, missing the collective sigh of relief the two of you let out once the situation’s been diffused. Thankfully, things calm down a lot with the initial panic out of the way, and it’s easy to realize that Triton stepped in as a concerned teacher who was worried for his student.That doesn’t mean that you and your friend are getting away without a firm reminder about appropriate public greetings before he finally sends you on your way however, the ‘coming from a place of concern’ angle firmly planted in the crux of this impromptu lesson.

The Hero/Yuji

Yuji’s still relatively new to this Tokyo, and while its relatively familiar stomping grounds for him, there’s no one that’s here from his homeworld; the only people that he knows in this world when he first arrives are a select few, with you included in that small list. That might be the driving reason behind why you’ve wound up becoming his impromptu guide around Tokyo and all of its sights; that and perhaps he feels the most comfortable around you, the person who acted as a literal other half when your worlds had unexpectedly collided. Regardless of the motive, Yuji was so excited when he asked and you were more than happy to agree, finding it ironic that you’d be doing what you never got the chance to do when you first got here. There’s plenty of things that are familiar about this place, and Yuji’s got the advantage of having plenty of memories left over from his homeworld to find his way around, so it really hasn’t taken long at all for him to get used to being here, so the big focus when the two of you hang out is less seeing the sights and more finding ways to have fun and make new friends. 

Speaking of friends, with how many people you’ve met since coming to Tokyo, you thought that maybe some new friends were just the thing Yuji needed to really start settling in. That’s what had spurred you into making a call to a friend to come along during one of your hangouts, hoping to introduce the two. At the time your biggest worry was that they wouldn’t hit it off and not get along; they had a lot in common and Yuji seemed to be very affable towards everyone else that you’d introduced him to before, so as far as you were concerned there was very little to worry about. You’d never considered warning Yuji about how clingy and excitable your friend could be, regardless of the new company..

Maybe you should have, as it would have saved the commotion that followed when said friend actually arrived.

The pair of you have stopped for a break, milling around aimlessly to kill some time while you finish off your respective drinks and snacks. It’s easy to relax and lose track of time, especially when he’s retelling stories about his time as a hero in another world and all of the crazy things that went down since you’d been gone, so you can’t really blame yourself for not realizing what time it is until it’s too late. The pinging of your messages had gone unnoticed, a warning of what was to come before it happens. You hear someone shout your name, but that’s about the only warning that you get before a shadow darts across the road and makes a b-line for you, sweeping you up into the air in one swift motion.

Getting scooped off of your feet mid-conversation isn’t your ideal view of an appropriate greeting, but you’ve had worse first introductions. That doesn’t stop you from almost elbowing your poor friend in the face in your shock as you go up into the air with a yelp, shouting loud enough to gain more than a few confused glances from the other people milling about as they pass by. They’re laughing, clearly amused at having caught you so thoroughly off guard, so much so that your friend doesn’t seem to notice not only the attention of others around you, but they completely miss the person who darts forward to come to your rescue - Yuji.

Yuji is always ready to act recklessly for his friends, it’s probably the reason why you two get along so well (and why you’re both considered the problem child in your respective groups). So once he sees you getting pulled up into someone’s arms he acts without really thinking about the fact that you two could know each other, darting forward with a shout of your name upon seeing the panicked look on your face and jumping into the fray without a second's hesitation to help you out. His only real focus is getting them to let you go, and it works!...right up until it sends all three of you crashing to the floor in a pile of limbs that draws even more attention to the spectacle. 

Chaos ensues, and it takes a good few seconds of wrestling your way out of the pileup you’ve gotten stuck between before everyone’s back on their feet and can frantically fill Yuji and your new friend in on what's really going on. Things calm down considerably after that, namely because you mentioned that you didn’t mind the touchiness in the slightest. Yuji’s no better in terms of being more on the touchy feely side with people, as his friends will all attest to, so once he knows you’re chill with it he’s got no problems and warms up to your friend just as quickly exactly as you’d hoped. 

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Hi there! This is my first time submitting requests and stuff and I'm not sure if you're still doing these but if you do, Cthugha and Akiha Gongen dating a tsundere MC?

Welcome, welcome~! Apologies that your first request took so long hun but I'm still learning more about these two. With that being said I hope this was well worth the wait (also idk why it was so hard to pin down a tsundere personality but i gave it a go lmao)

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Cthugha

From the offset things are heated - literally. Your attitude comes off as hot headed to those who make a habit of stepping on your toes or bothering you with something longer than a few words. Cthugha’s whole protagonist spiel almost certainly ticks that box, so it’s safe to say that things don’t necessarily end the most amicably. It’s not as though you intend to come off so callous, but it’s hard to get used to someone who’s so outwardly expressive and loud (though at this point you’re sure you should already be used to it considering just how many big players have been pushing your buttons with their attitude since you first appeared into this world).

That seems to put a bit of a damper into his mood, and you almost feel bad for the old one since he doesn’t seem too used to the whole friend making thing, much less someone who makes no attempts to be welcoming to people you’ve just met. That thankfully doesn’t last for very long before he’s springing right back into action, seemingly emboldened by some internal motivational speech as he seems more determined than ever to earn your respect and trust. You almost swear you hear something about character archetypes and story arcs, but if it makes him happy you’ll humor this dragon transient just this once - besides, Ryota’s always telling you to give people a chance and not to cut them off so quickly.

When you start hanging out more and more often you begin to learn more about him, namely the lack of interaction with others for millenia longer than you’ve been alive, alongside his penchant for treating everything like a hero story arc as a way to mask his self consciousness with a heroic bravado. Once you begin getting past all of that you slowly begin to get a feel for what he’s really like; Cthugha tries really hard to be someone that people can look up to and fawn over, and time and time again it’s rarely ever ended as well as he’d hoped. And yet despite all of this you’re one of the first people to give him a chance, the one person who at first acted brash and hostile in an attempt to ward him away. You’re not sure if it's that or just the fact that he’s so set on wanting to impress you, but those feelings of tolerating him morph into something fonder, something that you can’t quite put your finger on until it’s staring you in the face.

The first time those walls of yours finally melted Cthugha was absolutely smitten, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he’s down bad for you. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything particularly funny or outlandish, but it must have tickled you the right way as the sudden snort of laughter has him freezing in surprise, almost not believing his eyes and ears when you chuckle and lean up against his side so casually. You must not have realized what you were doing at first until you’d caught the therian looking at you, your face turning a pretty shade of pink as you straightened back up, doing a poor attempt to hide your face as you try to deny it in the first place. It’s such a small glimpse into what you’re like beneath that rough exterior, but Cthugua is absolutely in love, squirreling away that little image in his head like a CG to cherish later.

There are a few times where he fumbles, and worries that he’s locked himself out of your route by doing something to upset you; where he begins to doubt if you really enjoy spending time around him. He’s not used to opening up but you can see the change a mile away whenever he gets like this - Cthugha’s nowhere near subtle when he’s worrying, and the more he gets worked up the clearer it becomes before you have to all but drag him to sit and calm down before he ends up burning holes into the floor from the constant pacing. These times you’ll need to ease up on the tsundere attitude to offer him some reassurance - sure it’s not the most aptly worded but if it comes from the heart in your own way you’ll have him blubbering and cuddling up to you in no time looking for comfort.

When one of you gets flustered over the others actions it almost always triggers a chain reaction. It’s easy to work Cthugua up - he’d made the move to hold your hand once and he’d burned up so bad that you’d spent a good few minutes having to physically cool him down before he nearly ended up setting the place ablaze. Both of you are still getting used to affection - you because you’re still learning to open up and express your boundaries more confidently, and Cthugha because he’s got to be really careful to curb that explosive personality of his and outlet it in a way that doesn’t cause such a physical reaction. Needless to say that being in a relationship with the old one is a learning experience in and of itself. Give him some time though and once he’s finally got it under control you’ll be hard pressed to get him away from your side - Cthugua loves spending time with you, even if it’s just being in your general presence if you’re not in the mood for being doted on. 

Akiha Gongen

The trope of opposites attract couldn’t be more applicable than you and Akiha Gongen, even before a relationship blossoms. Akiha is open and inviting, almost always beaming brighter than anyone you’ve met and eager to please and make people happy even if it’s at his own expense more times than not. This rarely ever helps him in the friendship department, as you’ve seen first hand that he struggles to interact with said friends thanks to his rule and generally emboldened vibe. You on the other hand couldn’t be more different - people should be put off by your harsh and usually rash personality, and you make very few attempts to curb your tongue around people who haven’t earned your respect and friendship. And yet time and time again people flock to you like moths to a flame, lured in either by the people they see in you or some otherworldly force that somehow gravitates them in your direction. 

It’s frustrating, but there’s a small mercy in the fact that Akiha isn’t one of them, or at least doesn’t go outwardly proclaiming it every time you see him like some of the others do; maybe it's that which gives you pause, your usual icy tone leveling into something a little calmer. And it doesn’t go unnoticed either - the Summoners are shocked when they see you around him, watching what took them a good few weeks to accomplish happen within a matter of days - your trust is not easily earned, so the fact that he manages to get you to warm up to him so fast is a testament to just how lovable this big guy is.

Your bluntness and generally walled off demeanor doesn’t deter him in the slightest because he knows that beneath all of that initial coldness is such a warm and bright spirit, he just needs to figure out how best to earn your trust so you feel comfortable showing off that side more often! At least that’s what he reassures himself once he starts making a habit of spending time with you. It’s hard enough not to fall for that warm open act, but the fact he’s trying so hard to make a constant effort to win your attention and affections only makes it all the harder to not find yourself smitten with the tengu - not that you’ll willingly admit it.

His smile is infectious when he’s happy, and when you start going out rest assured every single one of those smiles is directed at you. It’s flustering to be under that much constant attention, but your embarrassed grumbles to stop looking is only met with even fonder looks content just to see you preen under the attention. 

One of Akiha’s biggest weaknesses however is his concept of personal space when it comes to affection - when he gets too happy or excited the first thing he’ll want to do is pull you in for a hug, burying your face into his chest and cuddling you every chance that he gets. If you’re the kind of person who’s alright with affection this is fine, but it certainly takes some getting used to. The first time he let it get the better of him you’d brought him a gift - only a small trinket that you’d happen to spot in the shop window that made you think of him - but it’s as though you’d given him the biggest declaration of love with how he reacts. There’s no time to react before he’s scooping you into his arms, practically twirling you around and almost sending the gift flying as he all but smothers you in praises and thanks for such a thoughtful present. Thankfully he learns quickly, but it gets to the point that you can always tell when he’s yearning for affection, the none too subtle puppy dog eyes wearing away at your stubborn spirit before you finally cave and give him the all clear to be free with his affections.

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Can you do like singing cheesy loves with shinya

One order of wholesome Shinya content coming right up! Pretty sure this is the first Shinya fic I've ever posted so i do hope that you enjoy~!

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Shinya’s gotten used to the sound of music since you’ve moved in.

There’s no telling if it’s because you just love music or you hate the quiet, but he’s found that wherever you go, the music is sure to follow. It’s gradually ingrained itself into every corner of his home - a portable radio’s stashed away in the bathroom where you keep your toothbrushes; the windchimes you’d scored at last year’s fair are the first thing to greet the two of you on the front porch when you come back from work. Even your phone’s alarms are full to the brim with different songs, most of which you’re always forgetting to turn off unless Shinya reminds you; whether you realize it or not, there’s never a quiet moment when you’re around.

This morning it filters through the crack in his bedroom door, just loud enough to rouse him from the throes of slumber. Sitting up to rest on his elbows, Shinya yawns and runs a hand through his hair as his eyes lazily trail around the expanse of his bedroom. The first thing he notices is that the opposite side of the bed is empty, covers tossed aside to reveal the empty space where you usually sleep; you’re not the only one missing either - usually Cupid’s found curled up on the spare pillow propped next to his own, but just like you the little transient is nowhere to be found. That gets him to wake up, and for a split second Shinya straightens up with a start giving the room another onceover in case he’d missed something.

There’s only a beat of panic that wells up in his sleep-addled brain before a sudden burst of muffled laughter echoes from down the hall, and Shinya’s shoulders slump a little in relief at the sound of your voice. It’s easy to follow the sound of your voice, as even by the time that Shinya’s slipped out of bed and padded out into the hallway to look for you he can still hear you chattering away. That same voice leads him all the way down to the kitchen, where the smell of something cooking only gives him momentary pause to prepare for what he’s going to see before he steps inside.

Shinya’s still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he rounds the corner into the kitchen, and right where the sound is the loudest he finds you in the middle of it all. Various ingredients are scattered around the kitchen counter, all mostly half finished and in various stages of disarray save for the single plate piled high with toast that you occasionally swipe bites from as you cook. Though your back’s to him he just barely catches glimpses of your face, attention pulled towards the stove as you tend to the food you’ve got cooking in a pan. You haven’t bothered changing, still dressed in your sleepwear and one of Shinya’s aprons borrowed from the nearby rack, and right at your side Cupid’s perched, only half visible amongst the bed-head atop your head as he watches you cook while his small hands work to get the kinks out of your hair. It’s an endearing sight, one that is only made more profound by the upbeat croon of music that fills the kitchen. To your left your phone’s propped on the counter running some nondescript playlist, and as one song fades out another takes its place, the unmistakable tune of a cheesy love song crackling to life through the speakers and Shinya recognizes it almost immediately.

It appears you do as well as you instantly perk up at the song, and Shinya barely catches the “Oh hell yeah-” muffled behind a mouthful of bread before you drop your toast and break away from your task at the stove. The sound of your singing breaks in to join with the music, voice still rough and half-asleep and yet it couldn’t sound more soothing to the boy’s ears as he watches you start swaying along with the song, tapping at the pan and counter with the cooking utensil in your hand in time with the song as you do so. At the abrupt movement Cupid’s jostled from his perch atop your head and he rights himself with a start, wings fluttering as he maneuvers to face you to see what you’re doing. The apology you mutter out between chuckles and song isn’t convincing, but it seems the cherub is quick to forgive you as you bring a finger up to run through Cupid’s mess of blonde hair. Cupid grabs on to your finger before you can pull away, and once again that beautiful booming laugh of yours echoes through the kitchen as you maneuver your other hand up for him to hold, shuffling around in a mock ballroom dance.

A polite person would have probably made their presence known by now, and yet Shinya doesn’t breathe a word to interrupt you. Instead he moves to lean against the countertop separating the three of you, resting his arms against the top as he watches you move. This is a side of you that so few are privy to - you spend so much of your time with people only seeing the parts of you that aren’t entirely you, regardless of how much you fight to define yourself as your own person. It’s a feeling that Shinya understands well, but that does nothing to quell the bittersweet feeling that begins to swell as he watches you now, those walls of yours nowhere to be found in favor of enjoying this moment while you have it.

Shiny shakes away that train of thought before it can sour the sight before him, and turns his focus back onto the pair before him just in time. Cupid’s the first to notice his presence, and the tiny transient freezes mid air when Shinya offers him a soft smile upon being spotted. You on the other hand don’t notice a thing, still blissfully unaware as you continue to shuffle around the kitchen belting out the lyrics lost in your own little world. That is until Cupid starts slapping at your hands to get your attention, using the spatula still in your hand to twist your position around; you follow along with the movement, chuckling thinking that he’s trying to dance along only to pause in place when you see Shinya leaning against the counter.

The scene is almost comical, eyes growing wide at being caught - clearly you didn’t think that you were being that loud. Shinya expects you to shy away and pretend that the last few moments hadn’t happened, and yet you continue to surprise him as that shock melts away to a cheesy grin, and your hands drop away from Cupid as you swivel to fully face him. Your singing starts up again, but this time these words are aimed directly at him, still grinning even as you bring up your spatula to act as a microphone and hold out a hand beckoning him to come and join.

That gets a laugh out of him, and though Shinya’s expression softens he doesn’t budge to join you just yet. It doesn’t deter you in the slightest however, instead only prompting you to close the distance as you start rounding around the counter still singing along with the love song as it crescendos into the chorus.

Shinya straightens up to meet you halfway, still smiling as you forgo the impromptu microphone and slink your arms across his shoulders. So close like this he can’t help but look into your face; your lidded eyes betray that you’re still fighting to stay awake so early in the day, and bits of hair fall over your eyes framing your face as you tilt your head ever so slightly beneath his gaze. One of Shinya’s hands tentatively rests on your lower back and the corners of your eyes crinkle as you smile between lyrics emphasizing those laugh lines he’s always had a fondness for.

By now the song in the background fades into background noise, and for a moment the only thing that he can hear is your voice, the only thing he can focus on is your face and the feel of your hands rubbing slow circles along the nape of his neck in the way that you know makes him melt. It’s taken Shinya a long time to come to terms with his version of love; and perhaps this moment is where he feels it the clearest, bodies pressed together silhouetted by small kitchen lights as you sway in eachothers arms.

Neither of you notice when the music fizzles out, finally succumbing to your perpetually low battery. Your singing dwindles into a low humming, the sound generating a pleasant buzz in your chest as you rest your head against Shinya’s shoulder, making up the tune as you go along. It’s perfect, and though Shinya’s touch on you is soft it does nothing to betray the safety you feel. It’s almost as though you could doze off like this, and there’s no denying that it’s a tempting prospect as you press your face a little closer into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes and breathing in the smell of vanilla and coffee beans. You can already feel yourself beginning to drift, content in your partner's arms…

Until the smoke alarm goes off.

“The eggs!”

And just like that the moment’s broken. Your arms slip from his shoulders and Shinya watches you make the mad dash back towards the stove. Cupid, bless his heart is right behind you, doing his best to waft away the smoke as you hastily yank the pan off of the hot surface, only just having the foresight to turn off the heat before you slam what’s left of breakfast (the charred remains of scrambled eggs, if he was to hazard a guess) into the nearby trash can with a defeated groan.

Shinya tries to hide his small smile at your misfortune behind a cough, but it’s impossible when your whine of “Come on I looked away for five seconds are you kidding-!?” makes him snort mid-cough. Your head snaps over to him with a huff of “Don’t laugh!”, even as your own smile starts forming at the sight of him laughing into his hand while trying to get out a half-sincere apology. That smile breaks into a full on grin as he maneuvers around the counter to join you, already reaching for the window latch as he steps in to help you clean up the mess.

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More HOUSAMO IN ALL SAINTS STREET STYLE BONANZA!!! oh dear this long title is so obnoxious!

Hephaestus and Kurogane on lunch break🍜

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i would like to thank you for 2 things:

1.) providing everyone here with good content

2.) getting me into writing

so anyways bye love the stuff your making and have a good day

SDFGHJKHGF OH WOW OKAY WASN'T EXPECTING THIS. Holy shit I'm just happy that my weird lil drabbles have inspired you to get into writing too! I wouldn't be making half of this content without the wonderful ideas and support from everyone who stumbles into this little blog so honestly thank you so much for taking the time to make this 💖💖💖💖💖

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Okay so I've been like getting into tokyoafterschoolsummoners hard as of late, so like could I request moritaka, Ryota and you know the summoners going shopping with Mc because she only came to Tokyo with the clothes on her back so they help pick out clothes that they think would suit her. It practically turns into a competition.

Glad to hear you've been getting into it! These were supposed to be the summoner's all going together but quickly turned into separate ones lmao. I did always wonder when the MC was able to get some more outfits so this was a perfect idea!

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Shiro

It feels as though you’ve always been a part of the Summoners’ lives; which is why it is so easy to forget that it’s not the case, and that you’ve got nothing to your name besides your phone and the clothes on your back. That is until Shiro runs into you on laundry day, decked out in nothing but your shoes and one of Ryota’s dressing gowns waiting for your clothes to finish their wash cycle.

He’s aghast, even more so when you nonchalantly mention that you really need to go shopping sometime - sure, you have your school clothes, and Mr.Mononobe gave you some essentials, but the sooner you have some actual substance to your wardrobe the better, especially considering you’ll be here for the foreseeable future. With that thought in mind you tilt your head to look at Shiro, who’s still fumbling for something to say about your current attire - or lack thereof - and ask him when he’s next free. He’s grown up in Tokyo, so surely he knows all of the best places to go shopping? Plus you’d love the company while you try to find your way around - you could find some cute clothes together! Shiro’s saying yes before he’s even quite registered what it is that you’re asking of him, and you’re already working out the best day to go out while he’s trying to find the best way to offer you some of his clothes in the meantime without coming off as rude.

Shiro has no idea what kind of styles you’d like, but you’re not picky given your lack of options in the first place, so he ends up making a small list of different kinds of clothing stores in the area that the pair of you can look through together. It makes for a great day out - you’re excited at the prospect of adding some more outfits to your wardrobe, and you’ve been meaning to spend more time together outside of the school and guild affairs. With so many options though, it's hard to decide where to start, or, more accurately, what to try on first; so you turn to Shiro for advice on what to try on.

A lot of his own style consists of turtlenecks, sweaters, and collared shirts, so most of what he picks out for you is in the same vein. He does overthink it too much, worrying that you’re not going to like what he picks out for you, but those fears are immediately quashed when you take them from his hands and scurry off to the dressing rooms to try them on. You’re practically beaming by the time you emerge in the first outfit, spinning this way and that to see how it looks in the mirror till you’re dizzy and giddy. In all honesty, Shiro’s just happy to see that you’re so happy - he’s never considered how much such a little thing as trying on clothes could mean to someone who’s got so few material possessions, at least he didn’t till he watches you spin around to grab the next item off of the racks and rush back in to change.

The D-evils help you pick out some clothes too, mostly socks, which means that you end up with more than a few novelty pairs to your collection, but it’s impossible to say no to them every time they come toddling over with a new pair to excitedly dump into your shopping basket. By the time you’re walking out you’ve got your arms full with bags, and you’re already wearing one of the sweaters that Shiro had picked out for you - you’d made a nonchalant comment that it just so happens to be in your favorite color, but Shiro’s already making a mental note for the next time he gets you a gift. You end up making some more stops to different shops together to pick up some more necessities you were running out of - hygiene products, toothpaste - as well as a few new decorations for your dorm room (yet another thing the little D-evils had picked out for you.)

Kengo

It doesn’t actually hit Kengo that you don’t have anything to wear besides what you came here with; he just assumed you were a stickler for wearing your school uniform, which isn’t all too far fetched being a school student and all. Sure, you’d knocked on his door asking to borrow a shirt or some trousers a few times, but he hadn’t really thought much about it, just thinking that you were putting off on laundry day. He’s done it plenty of times - going through most of his stuff till he can’t avoid the task any longer, so it’s not as though he’s going to bat an eye at the fact.

Next thing he knows you’re knocking on his dorm room door, not to borrow his clothes, but to ask him if he’s willing to come out with you to do some shopping. You’re getting fed up with trying to live off of the bare necessities, and after getting some much needed allowance you’ve finally got the chance and the means to go out and buy some things for yourself. And since you like so many of his clothes, you figured getting him to take you to the places he usually shops at was a good enough place to start looking for things to pad out your closet. Kengo’s not gonna be the guy to turn you down if you ask him to go anywhere; if you came to him wanting him to tag along with you out of all of the Summoner’s he’s not about to let you down and leave you wandering around with no idea where to go.

Going through the shops, you were picking things out from the get-go; since most of these shops are full of things that Kengo usually buys, so you end up constantly coming over to him with stuff to get his opinion on if they fit or not. He doesn’t hesitate to help pick things out for you too, half-joking that he can start borrowing your stuff now as payback for taking his stuff all the time. Kengo figures that you wouldn’t mind just having the stuff he usually wears, so he settles on things along that vein; these include tank tops, sweats, hoodies and jackets. By the time the pair of you are walking out of the first store, you’ve got more than a few bags worth of stuff, and he thinks that that’s the end of it; that is until you’re pulling him off to the next store not even seconds later.

You’ve never been so happy to see an underwear store in your life, and the second you spot it you're practically dragging Kengo with you, asking him to keep an eye on your stuff while you go in and pick some things out. He’s left in the little hallway before the dressing room with your bags resting at his feet while he waits for you to finish up, and a lot of the other people waiting there give him the sympathetic ‘you’re gonna be here a while, buddy’ look when he drops down onto a nearby chair and settles down for a long wait. He ends up carrying your bags for you even after you get out of the shop, shrugging off your attempts to take them off of his hands by waving it off as they barely weigh a thing to him.

He gets distracted easily - picking out clothes isn’t the most blood-pumping activity, so half of the time when you turn your back to him, he’s going to be meandering to a different aisle by the time you turn back. It leads to a lot of running around, which works out for you in the end since you end up wandering into aisles and finding some nice things as you’re trying to catch up to him.

You decide to pay Kengo back for taking the time to come along with you by picking something out for him too. At first your plan was to get him something small and practical, something that you knew that he would like; but then you come across a set of cool leather jackets with a padded collar propped up in a shop window, and you couldn’t yank him into that store faster if you tried. He’s halfway through grilling you out for yanking him around when you’re clambering over to the display rack, whipping around with two jackets in your hand and shoving the one into his chest with a declaration of “Quick, I need to check if this is your size!”. Safe to say once you’re finally ready to call it a day you’ve got more than your weight in clothes, along with two new matching jackets tossed over your shoulders as you disappear into the midday crowds.

Ryota

Ryota honestly feels really bad that he didn’t consider the fact that you didn’t have many clothes sooner. You hadn’t even mentioned it, but he supposes that it’s thanks to all of the crazy stuff that you’ve all been through that you’ve put things like this on the backburner. Ryota’s always been the person who’d give you the clothes off of his back if you needed them, so the second he catches you lamenting over a tear in your only good shirt and realizes you don’t have anything else to wear, he’s coming to your room with every spare shirt, jumper and pants that he can get his hands on. It’s not a permanent solution, but it’s a good temporary fix until you’re able to go out and buy some things for yourself.

Which ends up being a lot sooner than you’d planned. You’ve barely even gotten an allowance from your guardian when Ryota comes knocking on your door with an excited look as he takes your hands into his own and asks you to come along with him. Turns out he’s saved up some of his own money so that he can go out and buy you some things of your own - and of course he wants you to come along so he makes sure that he gets things that you like! The gesture, while now moot thanks to your allowance, is ridiculously endearing, and you don’t think you could turn him down even if you wanted to when you see the determined look on his face, his goal set on making good on his promise to help you out.

He knows quite a few good places around the different wards; he’s got a lot of friends who are either very fashionable or love to keep up with the latest trends, so he’s surprisingly adept at looking for places that he thinks you might enjoy looking around in. With that being said the whole time you’re walking around he’s trying to get you to tell him more about what you like and where you’d like to go - a trip is only fun when everyone’s having fun going to places they wanna see after all, and he doesn’t want to risk strong arming you into just going along with everything he says. There’s plenty of stops between clothing stores - no day out is complete without a good lunch date! It helps to take a breather from all of the running around and carrying things, as well as giving you two a chance to recharge with some snacks before moving on to the next place. Just be prepared for all of the ‘getting to know you’ questions he’ll be asking - you may not remember anything, but that means learning about the stuff you know now is just as important if not more! And Ryota wants to do his best to get to know you better.

Outfit 👏 Montage 👏 Need I say more? He loves helping you pick out clothes, and wants you to pick out things for him too! He wants to see if you got the same tastes in clothes, and is honestly really excited at the prospect of what clothes you think suit him. Every single outfit you come in earns a compliment from him - like how that color suits you, and how you look amazing in certain items of clothing. Coming from anyone else you’d doubt their genuity, but from Ryota you know he’s being nothing but honest, and it’s very easy to get flustered about it if you’re not used to being showered in such compliments. Be sure to give him plenty of praises too!

He picks out clothes based on what he thinks you’ll like best, and those lunchtime conversations come in handy here - that chatter wasn’t just for show! He tries picking something out for each season so that you’ve got a balanced wardrobe, and gets very chuffed when he sees you put them in your shopping basket to check out.

Ryota ends up doing a fair bit of shopping himself - there’s nothing better than treating yourself to a few things while you’re hanging out together. He insists on paying for some of your stuff despite your arguments that he really doesn’t have to go out of his way to do so; in the end he’s so set on it that you end up paying for some of his things in return to make up for it, and the pair of you walk out with your goods. Does buying stuff together mean that there’s more than a few matching shirts in your baskets? Hell yeah it does! And every time the two of you end up wearing the same thing later down the line it never fails to evoke chuckle and a pleasant reminder of your day out together.

Toji

There’s a lot of people that you can ask to come shopping with you - people who are arguably more well versed in picking out fashionable clothes or taking you to places with things that you’d actually want to buy. And out of all of those people, all of those that you call your friends and allies, you come to him. Toji’s both surprised and not that you’ve come knocking on his door so early in the morning, half-expecting some rushed explanation of the latest world changing catastrophe you’ve gotten yourself wrapped up in. But that’s not what you say, at least not immediately since you have to spend the next few seconds trying to catch your breath from running all the way to his home.

Once you spring back up, there’s no such unexplained event to speak of, instead you stare him dead in the eyes and bluntly ask him to go out somewhere with you. That gives him pause, and he’s even more confused to find that you don’t have any of the other Summoner’s in tow with you, which is an unusual sight in itself considering how you’re rarely ever seen without them. He’s not trying to be mean when he asks why you don’t just get someone else, but with the usual Toji bluntness it’s easy to come off that way. If you’re fazed it doesn’t show however, as you merely smile that simple smile at him and say that you want to - plus what’s better than some one on one bonding since you barely have the chance to hang out on your own together?

It surprisingly doesn’t take much to convince him, and before he knows it Toji’s following you through the meandering waves of people as you worm your way through the Shinjuku shopping district, having to be diligent so he doesn’t risk losing you in the crowds. You’ve got no clear plan in mind, so whenever you spot a shop that catches your interest, his only warning is the momentary pause before you’re darting in its direction, thankfully remembering to tug him along with you as you dip into one store after another.

Toji’s never seen someone look so excited at the prospect of pajamas before - to the average person it seems as though it’s such a small, insignificant thing to get happy about. And yet here you are, beaming at him over the clothing rack as you hold up a set that’s caught your eye and excitedly ask what he thinks. His answers are mostly non-committal for the most part, as he doesn’t want to sway your opinion, but he ends up getting dragged into your decision making anyway when you ask him to help pick something out for you. He’s in his right mind to make an excuse to get out of it, but then you so casually mention that it would mean a lot to have something that he helped pick out for you, and just like that his eyes are glued to the clothes racks, taking this task oddly seriously.

Okay, Toji may be more than a little old fashioned, but he’s at least got some idea on the kind of things that you’d probably like to wear. Still, most of the articles of clothing he finds himself wandering over to are mostly formal and practical to move around in, and it takes a few blunt comments about needing some more casual things for him to break away and look around the store some more. He eventually settles on distressed jeans, a shirt and a denim jacket with a nondescript pattern embroidered on the back; it’s nothing like his usual style, so he’s not sure you’ll like the outfit when he shoves it into your arms. But then your face lights up and you turn on your heel to run into the dressing rooms, yelling over your shoulder for him to stay put while you get changed; you’re still grinning when you exit back into the store floor, already so chuffed with your new outfit that Toji’s hard pressed to get you out of the thing long enough to pay for it at checkout, exasperated but more than a little chuffed that you accepted his choice so earnestly.

Moritaka

Moritaka remembers well that he had to do the very same thing when first arriving in Tokyo. He too had only a few items to his name when the transient light brought him to this new world, and while it didn’t take long to start collecting some material possessions of his own, he understands that you probably had no idea where to start looking for your own. It comes up in conversation not long after you became a student at the school, and you’re rather embarrassed to admit that you’ve been meaning to go shopping for some more clothes - the sooner you have something other than your uniform the happier you’ll be, even if it’s just some sets of underclothes and an outfit more casual than a stuffy uniform.

Never one to leave a friend lost, the therian is quite happy to invite you out to look around the stores with him when you’re next free - he’s been in Tokyo long enough to know the locations well, and perhaps having a friend to help guide you around would make the task a little less daunting. He’s startled when you all but lunge over the table, taking his hands into your own with big, emotional eyes as you exclaim “Really, you’ll help me?” While going out there and then wasn’t exactly what he had meant by when you’re next free, however it’s hard for him to say no to you when you’re looking to him so earnestly for guidance, standing abruptly to your feet as you exclaim that you’ll meet him by the dorm gate once you’ve got your wallet.

His school uniform will always be an important piece of clothing to him, so it makes sense that he wears it often, but there’s a simple joy to be found in having different options should the need ever arise. And that fact isn’t more apparent than when he’s guiding you through the shopping district, having to be careful not to lose you with how often you pause to glance at the high rise buildings and heavily decorated shop windows that loom overhead as you pass by. There’s so many places to go, so many different stores geared towards humans and transients alike that it’s easy to get turned around, and the trips very quickly devolves from strictly clothes shopping to a general day out. Hell, the first place you end up pulling him towards is a food stand you spot while you’re outside, framing buying him some food as paying him back for his help to coax him into letting you treat him.

Moritaka’s been out shopping with his friends often, namely with Ryota as the boy’s always happy for a chance to get to hang out with the therian, so he relies on those past experiences to recommend places for you to check out together. It’s clear that you’re looking to him for advice once you’ve got free reign of the shop floor, as you periodically dart out from between aisles to show Moritaka clothes that you’d picked out, holding them up as you ask him for his opinion on if it suits you. This process repeats until you’ve got a shopping basket full of items and it’s clear to see that you’re excited at the prospect of getting home to try them out as you’re speed walking towards the cash register without even trying them out in the dressing rooms, a spring visible in your step while you chatter about how you can’t wait to wear more than just your uniform from now on.

While he does help you pick out some appropriate items, the one thing that catches his eye before you leave is the accessories rack. There’s all kinds of items like sunglasses, headbands, pins, earrings, and other small accessories, and Moritaka finds himself perusing the rack before he can think otherwise, eyes scanning over the different wares until something ends up catching his attention. There’s no mistaking that you look surprised when he comes up to you later with that very same accessory that he was looking at earlier, but Moritaka’s concerns over whether you like it quickly dissipated when that surprise breaks out into a beaming smile as you take the gift from his paws - and needless to say that he swells a little with pride whenever you incorporate that accessory in with your new outfits, the small meaningful item never far from you no matter what you wear.

[justlarkin]

Half-assed Yoritomo, Kresnik, and Mephistopheles SQs. I'll add others later. If someone else translates these, you should probs trust those more tbh.

ETA: Fuxi, Smoky God, Mugen Wanka

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Oooooh Sin is on the table, is it? In that case may I pretty please ask for a scenario of the MC giving Shiro a blowjob?

Okay finally cracking down on all of these - we've got plenty to get through so get ready for a lot of spicy content~!

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It doesn’t take much to fluster Shiro. It’s obvious that he’s got a thing for you, you’ve seen as much in the way that he looks at you; the longing glances when he thinks that you're not looking, the wistful sighs he lets out when he finds himself thinking about you - they’ll all telltale signs. You’re not oblivious to his affections, only reinforced by the events that you’ve been through and the time that you’ve spent at each other's side, and honestly, you would be a hypocrite to say that the feelings weren’t at least reciprocated. Sure he’s cute, with that bookish charm and curiosity into all things he’s yet to learn about; it’s just that you’d never taken things further than one heated moment during valentine’s day. At least, not until now anyway.

“P-Please-I-”

You pause, humming as you look up at him through lidded lashes. It would have been a cute sight, were your lips not still pressed up against his cock as you did so, your hum sending pleasant vibrations up his length and he can’t help the gasp he lets out at the sensation. He’s a disheveled mess, a far cry from the prim and proper state he usually keeps himself in. Shiro’s blazer hangs from his shoulders, sleeves twisted up in his hands and his fingers curl, pressing hard against the mattress behind him like he’s fighting to keep himself upright beneath your ministrations. His shirt’s in similar disarray, collar popped open from where your fingers had tugged them free earlier, and there’s a clear line of love bites leading downwards from his collarbone all the way down dotted across his skin and marking it a lovely red across his heaving chest. You’ve made sure that every item of clothing beyond that was painstakingly stripped away, tossed haphazardly away to some far corner of the room in favor of focusing on the task at hand.

Shiro isn’t sure what he’s begging for when he calls out to you, and the sight of you looking up at him from between his legs, still languidly peppering his shaft with kisses as you do so has him flustered, growing red all the way down his neck now that he’s got your attention. Maybe he was pleading for more, something more than just kisses and quick pecks, or maybe he wants you to stop teasing him, Shiro has no idea, instead fiddling with the glasses skewed on the bridge of his nose as he glances away, though he can’t tear his eyes away for long before he’s drawn to looking down at you again.

When he does, Shiro catches that playful smile tugging at the corner of your lips; he doesn’t need to say anything - you know him well by now - and you take your sweet time planting a final kiss to his cock, tongue dragging a thick stripe upwards before your mouth moves to close around him. The reaction is instant, and Shiro has to fist the bed covers to stop himself from bucking into your mouth as you take him in, head tilting back with a hitched whine. He could almost imagine the teasing jab you’d make were you not currently occupied, but those thoughts flood from his brain once you begin bobbing your head, hands coming to settle against the inside of his thighs and giving them a squeeze as you settle into a stroking rhythm.

Feeling you succking him off has him reeling; Shiro had never expected to have you in his room, let alone on your knees between his legs. And yet every roll of your tongue around him makes him keen, hips twitching when your mouth sinks down further, lips almost pressing to the base of his dick and encompassing him in that impossible heat that has his toes curling. The sight is both intoxicating and embarrassing, yet he can’t tear his eyes away for a moment - you’re so hot, so perfect, and the only thing he can think about is how lucky he is to have you right here, right now, the words spinning in his head along with whatever vestiges of coherent thought remain as he melts under your undivided attention. His hands grip tighter at the sheets, creasing up the fabric as though unsure where else to put his hands; eventually though, you feel a shaking hand come to rest atop your head, running through your hair once, twice, before hesitantly settling on the back of your head. His grips is gentle, barely even there like he’s afraid that being too rough will get you to stop; it’s a cute sentiment, but you pull your hand away from his thigh to wrap around his wrist, guiding him until his fingers work their way into your hair and stay there, tugging ever so slightly with each bob of your head.

You’re sure to coax him on, moaning around his cock when he tentatively starts getting into it, and it doesn’t take long before he’s losing himself in the feeling, praises gasped out through parted lips as his head falls back. The noises that Shiro makes as you go down on him only spur you on further, and you can feel your own arousal twitch at the sound of his heady gasps and pants until you can’t take it anymore. Bringing one hand to wrap around the base of his dick, you give him a few sharp jerks as the other works its way between your legs, palming at yourself with a muffled sigh. It doesn’t take long before Shiro’s reaching his limit - you’ve been taking your time to tease him that it was only a matter of time - and bless his heart you catch him gasping out a warning that he’s close before a hand clamps over his mouth, muffling the shamelessly loud moan that he makes as his hips snap up, thighs pressing against the side of your head as he finally comes undone.

You’re almost tempted to work him through it, to keep going until he’s shaking from both the climax and overstimulation; instead you sink down one last time before coming back up, lips slipping off of his dick with a lewd pop. He falls back onto the bed, length twitching as he cums thick spurts catching your face and dripping down your chest making a swift mess of your own shirt by the time he’s finished.

Thank you’s roll from his tongue breathless and unfiltered, a mess of incoherent rambling dotted in between as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. He’s still trembling when he’s able to prop himself up onto his elbows, lips parting to ask if you’re alright only to go slack jawed at the sight of you. It’s amusing how mortified Shiro looks at what his cum’s done to your face and clothes, and you’re quick to make a show of wiping up the release painted across your lips with your fingers, flashing him a heated look as your tongue peeks out to clean up the mess.

As if Shiro’s blush couldn’t get any redder, you almost worry that you’ve broken the poor guy when he freezes, floundering for the right words before breaking off into nervous huff and hiding his face in his hands as he once again drops back into the mattress. His reaction makes you chuckle, giving his thighs a playful pat before using them as leverage to pull yourself up and onto his lap, enjoying the way that he squeaks out your name as you move to unbutton your shirt, grinning as a second set of hands eventually reaches up to help you get it off.

[summonerscenarios]

Okay so I finally got to go through all of the valentines events and I LOVED going through all of the bonus quests that came after so I’m just gonna ramble about some of the highlights for a second.

so idk if the lettuce thing is a running gag in the other untranslated appearances but I hate the fact i immediately recognized what he was referring to and I just gotta wonder does he do this ALL THE TIME HE SEES US?! 

fun fact I had to do a uni paper on that story and idk if it was more jarring for me or the teacher to have to read the words jizz lettuce on that thing - if only I’d know about Housamo back then lmao

meanwhile on the opposite side of the scale we’ve got Shiva

because I too greet all my guests by telling them to get tf out 

the whole time I was reading this I was thinking you know what next time I come to his house I’m just gonna wear this thing because got forbid I show an inch of my wrist

In all seriousness though these were all surprisingly wholesome because who doesn’t wanna gift chocolate to all of your friends!

BUT THEN I GET ABOUT HALFWAYS DOWN THE LIST AND WE HAVE THIS GUY-

WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED LIKE I KNOW LW LIKES TO PUSH THE RATING BOUNDARIES BUT I DROPPED MY PHONE SO QUICK

Though on a completely unrelated note Nekros and Dagon would probably get along they’ve got a whole thing about overindulging and drowning in embraces - either that or they’d team up to see who gets the MC first-

And don’t even get me started on the quests with Kengo, Seth, Kyuma and MacRoich, but I’ve already gotten away rambling with these lot lmao.

[summonerscenarios]

I just started Housamo recently and I've fallen in love with the characters! So you can imagine how thrilled I am to see someone is writing phenomenal headcanons and scenarios for them~. To that end, I'd like to request a scenario: Shiro and Toji (sperately) where they hear a loud CRACK, and when they turn around, they see a dent in the wall and the MC shaking out their hand. And the MC just blankly stares down at their hand and says "Oh, sorry, I just wanted to make sure I was still...here"

Heyya glad to hear that you're having fun with the game!! And dfghjhgf thank you so much I'm honestly chuffed to think that anyone considers them phenomenal dfgfd

some good ol comfort is certainly needed and I am happy to provide~!

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Shiro

Staying behind to clean up classrooms wasn’t your idea of an exciting evening, and really, if you could have, you probably wouldn’t even be here in the first place. Had anyone other than Shiro asked you to stay behind and help you might have said no, but when the bespeckled right-hand man of your guild had asked you for your help cleaning things up you were embarrassed at how fast you’d jumped to agree.

It had taken longer than either of you had anticipated; the sun is starting to wane on the horizon by the time the last of the cleanup is finished, casting the classroom in a deep orange tinge that sweeps across the room with its dull glow. You’d taken the initiative to help him carry the supplies back to the storage room, though you find yourself distracted as you trail just behind him, only half listening to his muted chatter till you reach your destination. Shiro doesn’t notice that your thoughts are elsewhere as he disappears into the storeroom, unaware that your footsteps have slowed down to a crawl, eventually coming to a half and falling behind entirely.

Shiro lets out a relieved sigh as he finishes stashing away the last of the cleaning equipment, tucking a few remaining cloths into their respective places as he turns around to address you.

“There we go. Thanks again for staying behind to help me out with…huh?” He’s greeted by an empty doorway and quickly grows confused when he doesn’t spot you in the immediate vicinity. He swears you were just behind him a second ago…

CRACK-!

The sudden noise is sharp, making Shiro jump clearly startled by the thud, and he darts out of the storeroom looking around for the source of the noise. He doesn’t need to go far, and looking to his right Shiro finds you static to the side of the hallway a few paces away from where you’d stopped. You’re shaking out your hand, though you don’t even spare it a glance as you stare off to the side, clearly lost in your thoughts.

“H-Hey, is everything okay!?” The question comes out on instinct, but it gains your attention.

At that, your eyes flicker to face Shiro, and for the first time he notices that they’re unfocused as though you’re physically present but somewhere else mentally. For a split second it’s as though you’re looking straight through him, and there’s an unconscious chill that shoots down his spine as how distant your expression is, a far cry from the usual vibrancy that you exude.

Then just like that you’re back, blinking as though you’re seeing your companion for the first time before a smile crosses your face. “Oh. Sorry, Shiro, just wanted to make sure I was…” you trail off, smile faltering in the wake of weighing the thoughts in your head for the right word, finishing with a quiet “here…I guess.”

There’s no hiding his concern. Shiro’s never been one who’s been able to mask how he worries over you and your safety; yet there’s something about this compared to the other times that’s different. Before, he was just worried about you running off into danger, about your physical wellbeing; this time the issue is something below the surface, something you haven’t opened up about before.

That concern only deepens when he catches something dripping from your fingers.

“Ah-! Your hand!”

Shiro quickly closes the space, taking hold of your hand and pulling it up so that he can get a better look. Sure enough, the impact of the punch had split the skin of a few of your knuckles, and blood smears along the back of your hand, thankfully not enough to be serious; and yet Shiro still panics, brows furrowing upon taking in the sight of what you’ve done to yourself. For a beat you watch him, only half registering the pain that blossoms across your knuckles before you shrug.

“Oh. Whoops.” The response is despondent, and at the tone of your voice he visibly bristles, frustration finally bubbling to the surface as he blurts out.

“You’re bleeding. What the hell were you thinking?!” there’s a harsh edge to his voice as he scolds you, turning your hand this way and that to assess the extent of the damage. By the time he’s reassured himself that the injury is minimal his head snaps up to give you a glare, though it simmers away the moment he spots the genuinely guilty look in your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” The apology comes out as a low mutter, and Shiro’s taken aback by just how quiet you are as you cast your eyes down to your hand, giving your fingers an experimental flicker “I just needed to do something to prove I was still…me, you know? That I had some sort of control over what I do, even if it’s to myself.”

Your words give Shiro pause, your name slipping from his lips as he stares up into your face trying to gauge the emotion that he finds there. There’s a solemnness in your expression, but there’s also frustration - towards yourself or something else he has no idea, but it’s clearly weighing heavy on your mind even if you won’t open up about it. He has to admit that there’s a part of him that’s hurt you won’t tell him what’s troubling you, though he can take a few guesses over what it could be given everything the pair of you have been through together. But he’s not going to force the topic, instead taking a slow, steady breath to level his head before speaking.

“Let’s just get you cleaned up.”

Glancing away from your hand you visibly perk up, head cocking to the side confused at the reassuring smile that he’s now giving you. “What? But I’m fine, it’s not even that bad!”

“Oh, really?” as if to prove a point he presses ever so slightly on your knuckles, giving you an ‘I told you so’ look at the sour twist in your expression from the dull throb of pain.

“Ow, okay, okay, fine - maybe it’s a little bad. But really you don’t need to worry so much Shiro.”

“I’m your friend, it's my job to worry about you.” he shoots back, though there’s a now joking tone to his voice when he adds “And you sure love giving me things to worry about.”

For the moment you find yourself smiling at that, giving him a chuckle of your own. “Guess I can’t deny that - guess that’s why I’m so lucky to have you looking out for me!”

Shiro fumbles at such simple praise, and that only makes you laugh even more, slipping your hand out of his grasp to give him a clap on the back. The tension from earlier is far from gone, and there’s a part of you that knows that this particular discussion is far from over; however you allow yourself to enjoy it for now, if only to help further reaffirm that you’re here to experience this moment.

Toji

Your mind is your worst enemy. Every doubt, negative thought, and burning question blooms and festers there; and when left unchecked and unresolved it inevitably comes back to haunt you. You’ve always dealt with it the same way, knowing no other way to handle the uncertain feelings rearing their ugly heads. Sure, it isn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms, but it gets the job done, even if it is at the cost of some broken drywall and occasional dented furniture.

The resounding CRACK reverberates around the quiet of the room, and no sooner has your fist slammed against the wall you’re retracting your hand, shaking off the blossoming pain with a hiss. It hurts, but it’s reaffirming - it helps you feel like you’re still present, still here enough to feel the pain. And that’s what you were looking for - that reminder.

You’re still shaking off the pain as you turn away, giving your hand a blank stare before you move to keep going. Only to leap back with a shout once you come face to face to Toji, who’s stood in the doorway with a flabbergasted look with shopping bags still looped along his arms from where he’d been carrying them in.

“Oh shi- dammit Toji you scared the hell out of me-”

“What kind of foolishness are you getting involved in now?” He doesn’t hesitate in cutting you off, looking visibly confused and exasperated as he glances between you and the impressive scuff that you’ve left on the wall. You can already feel the incoming lecture coming in over damaging guild property and how Shiro will have your head for cracking the plaster, so you’re quick to dismiss his concerns.

“Oh, that? Nothing, really.” you shrug off his worries with a nonchalant wave of your hand. “You know how it is - just making sure that I’m still here and all-”

This time you’re the one to cut yourself off, slapping a hand across your mouth when you realize the words that have just come out of your mouth. But it’s a second too late, and you just know that you’ve put your foot in it when Toji parrots your last few words back to you, the frustration making way for an emotion that’s both perplexed and something else as the swordsman regards you. He’s trying to glean what you mean from a glance, and you’re uncomfortable under the sudden attention, shoving your hands into your pockets as you backtrack. “I-I mean, well, doesn’t everyone worry about that from time to time? Sure maybe I was a little extreme about it, but it’s fine. I can just fix the wall and we can forget this ever happened!”

Toji gives you a hard stare for a few moments longer, and you fidget even further. Was it always this hot in here? You feel like you’re about to start sweating when he finally breaks away, shaking his head in a disapproving gesture as he steps off to the side.

“And here I’d assumed your recklessness had its limits. It seems I was wrong”

“Ouch, thanks for the kind words as usual, Toji.” The witty retort comes naturally, though you do admit that it hurts a little to hear the dismissal in his tone.

Wordlessly he shrugs off the bags that he’s carrying, depositing them in a neat pile to the side for the moment before he turns back to face you. And then, just like that, he’s crossing the room not once stopping until you’re face to face, and you let out a sharp “Hey!” when he reaches down to tug your hand out of your pocket, fingers closing around your wrist as he holds up the fist that you’d used to punch the wall just minutes before. Toji’s gaze slides over the limb, clicking his tongue at the red hue to your knuckles and the back of your fingers. They’re no doubt going to bruise, but thankfully you’re none the worse for wear - though from the look on your face it's clear that you don’t even care that it could have been worse, and that lights up a fire behind his next words.

“Good. You were lucky not to break the skin.” Toji grumbles this mostly to himself, and you have to fight not to wrench your hand from his grip not used to the sudden contact.

“Oi, what do you think you’re-”

“You shouldn’t be hurting yourself for the sake of feeling present.” he snaps, and just like that any angry remark you were going to make dies on your tongue. When he senses that you aren’t going to butt in again, Toji continues, angling your hand so that you can see the angry red marks scuffing the back of it.

“There are better ways to prove your existence; and despite what you may believe, tearing yourself apart isn’t going to give you the relief that you’re looking for for long.”

These should have been obvious, and a part of you knows that what he’s saying is true. But it still strikes something in your chest, something that feels almost uncomfortable to even think about. The serious tone in his voice only makes it hit harder, and your mouth suddenly feels dry as you tear your eyes away from your hand to look at him, not knowing what to say. Usually you’re the one with plenty to say, but this time it looks as though your companion’s the one to give you some words, no matter how blunt his manner may be.

“Should you ever need another reminder, then come to me; I’ll be happy to show you that you’re here as many times as it takes for that fact to take root.”

“Toji…” there’s an odd twist in your chest as you mull his words over in your head, batting them against the negative thoughts that have been taking root there as of late. You weren’t expecting that to come from him of all people, and honestly you aren’t sure how to process what he’s telling you just yet. So you respond the only way you know how, flashing him a somewhat nervous grin.

“That’s so sweet. But your grip’s getting a bit tight there buddy.”

And like you’ve flipped a switch the moment’s broken, and Toji immediately drops your hand. Stepping back he puts some distance between you and grumbling to himself about not wanting to repeat himself again and how he hopes you’ve taken heed of his advice. What makes him stop is the smile you give him, flashing a thumbs up.

“Seriously though, thank you, Toji; I’ll have to take you up on it next time.”

That seems to placate him, and he gives you a curt nod satisfied with your response before returning back to his task before he’d walked in. This time you’re the one to help him, trailing behind to take some of the bags off of his hands as you aid him in carrying them further inside.

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Round two for my HOUSAMO IN ALL SAINTS STREET STYLE BONANZA (name pending)!

Mononobe & Boogeyman, for some of that sensei action!

ngl Mononobe's hair situation took me like, a day and a half to figure out how to do 😣

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Saw the Andvari being a Cat Dad and I love it! But you know Lucky Cats in the game has five cats in their profile... so may I humbly asks for the scenarios of him picking up the other four Lucky Cats?... And how he has to fight the Berserker's Feline Transients off from stealing their toys and treats. (Out of all three, we both know Macan would most likely fight a street cat for a piece of cat food)

A SEQUEL TO THE CAT DAD ARRIVES! The age old tale of adopting one pet and it all going downhill from there lmao. But yeah Macan would definitely fight a street cat for treats - here's hoping the berserkers are ready to break that up real quick dfghgf

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Lucky cats always come in groups - where one goes, it’s only a matter of time before the others follow, even if it took some time to reunite. For what it’s worth, Andvari had no idea that his little furball didn’t come alone, namely thanks to the fact that the person he got them from neglected to mention that they’d brought them as one from a litter. He probably should have expected at some point that taking in a cat known for its luck would bite him in the ass sooner or later, but let’s be honest, who expects that taking one cat in means you’d eventually end up with five???

It’s been a few months since he took in his fluffy companion when the first of its siblings shows up. It’s a downpour - usually with weather like this, Andvari’s feline friend is all too eager to stay under his umbrella at all costs to avoid the heavy rainfall that scatters around them on the way back from a deal. So when he moves to turn a corner into his street and his lucky cat suddenly slips off of his shoulder and takes off ahead with a start has the dwarf stumbling after it, confused and just a bit frustrated over how fast the little thing is and choosing now of all times to start acting up. By the time he’s caught up, he can see the reason it took off shivering at his doorstep. It’s another cat, looking eerily identical to his own lucky cat, blinking up at him with big, pleading eyes that only look more pitiful with how thoroughly soaked the kitten is from the rainfall. It seems as though it’s been there for a while, whether to hide from the rain at his porch or to wait for something - or someone - to show up, and both of them perk up to look up at him by the time he’s closed the distance to his doorstep.

He can’t lie, the sodden wide eyed look the furball’s giving him is tugging on the heartstrings he denies having; still he tries pushing the feeling aside as he unlocks the door and steps inside - he’s got his hands full with one troublemaking kitten, he reasons; he doesn’t need another addition. And yet Andvari still makes the mistake of casting one last look behind him, where his cat’s stood stubbornly next to it’s new companion and glaring him down with an expectant look. The second cat’s still shivering, and when he hears that tiny mewl Andvari’s resolve crumbles, running a hand down his face and grumbling about how he can’t believe it even as he heads further inside and comes back to scoop the new addition into a towel. The rest of the night is spent warming the poor little thing up, promising himself that it’s only a temporary thing as he watches the newly dried fluffball chase his other lucky cat around the room excited to play with its new friend.

Yeah, ‘temporary’ quickly turns into a permanent thing, and soon there’s double of everything dotting the house - double the beds, the treats, the scratching posts and toys.

The next one comes as a surprise - namely because Andvari has no idea how the hell it ended up in his house not even a month after taking the second one in. It was the early hours of the morning, and he’d still been half asleep, idly scratching the scruff of his stubble and fighting back a yawn as he made a b-line for the kitchen in a desperate need of a pick me up in the form of whatever caffeinated drink he could get his hands on. His kits know the routine by now, with the first already dancing around his ankles purring up a storm as soon as he enters the room. They follow him all the way to the counter, and enjoying his usual bitter brew, Andvari brings a hand up to give each of them some head scritches. The first, then the second, then the third, and-wait, the third?!

He almost drops his mug, head snapping over to the counter where, sure enough, three bright eyed lucky cats stare in his direction, wondering why the headpats have suddenly stopped. A quick check on all the doors and windows follows, with Andvari periodically checking to see that it’s not just the morning fog making him see things; yet every time he looks to his feet there’s three pairs of eyes watching him as they trail behind him. Sure enough everything’s locked up tight, and there’s no one else that has a key to his house, so it’s a mystery; one that actually never gets solved in the end, but let’s be honest, with all the weird thing that happen in Tokyo on a daily basis, a cat suddenly appearing in his house is likely not the weirdest thing he’s ever seen.

He guesses that it’s just good fortune that they all get along - or maybe it’s just because they’re all lucky cats, but it’s not the worst thing having the three little kits in his life (granted, being woken up by three sets of meowing rather than one gets old reeeeaaally fast). Andvari just hopes that the third is the last one that he has to contend with.

Too bad there’s two more left to show up.

The last two cats come as a pair making their presence known during a shift at the Colosseum. The cats are a close knit bunch, to the point that eventually Advari just concedes and brings them all to work with him, lest they get their paws on things they shouldn’t if he were to leave them at home. It works in his favor - whilst the luck they provide isn’t tripled, they do a great job of raking in customers and coin as a result of their presence. People are more than happy to come and coo at the cats lounged about the booth while they peruse the merchandise, and Andvari may have gotten away with charging people for the chance to give them a couple treats and pets while he’s on the clock. There’s a lull in the crowds, enough that the dwarf's contemplating taking a break to stretch his legs when he gets a call. It’s Snow, and for a second Andvari’s sweating bullets that the butler had caught word of the whole charging people to pet cats thing; that is until he’s asked if he’s perhaps misplaced a pair of his felines. That gives Andvari pause, and he has to lean back to do a headcount of the cats in various states of napping behind his counter.

One, Two, Three - everyone’s accounted for - so what in the blazes does Snow mean ‘misplaced’?

Andvari asks what he means, but he’s only about to make out that Garmr’s found something and it’s putting him through the ringer when said guard dog yells out. No sooner has he done so that three shadows screech into view from the other side of the lobby, and suddenly Andvari’s watching baffled as he watches a pair of lucky cats running circles around poor Garmr, the transient trying in vain to catch the two of them as they skitter about the main floor. Just like that, the three napping at the booth shoot up at the commotion, and before he can reach out to stop any of them they’ve leapt from their perches and straight into the fray. Needless to say Garmr’s got no idea which one to go after first, and Andvari’s cursing under his breath as he leaps over the counter to try and help in rounding up the cats before the break rush starts to filter in. Thankfully Snow’s swift to enter the scene, only needing a second to assess the additional number of cats before he steps in to take control of the situation. In no time at all the collection of cats has been quelled, and now Andvari’s presented with an issue having all five of them perched in front of him.

Suddenly, Andvari’s gone from one lucky cat to five, and as he stares down at the several near identical feline faces blinking up at him he’s beginning to regret not sticking them with different colored collars to avoid the stress of trying to tell them all apart. Maybe he really should have been stubborn and stuck to just the one, but even thinking that it doesn’t stop him from heading back home with all five of them now in his care - looks like the shop just gained two more mascots!

Even before taking in all five, keeping their treats and toys well hidden became a routine very quickly. It was one thing having to keep track of where everything was lest one of them snatched something to hoard away, but he has way more trouble with the other berserkers than with cats themselves. Bathym constantly comes over to pester the felines between matches, conveniently forgetting to give back the toys that he uses to play with the fluffballs - Andvari’s got a sneaking suspicion that the demon just enjoys watching him get all huffy when half of the cat’s toy stash gradually goes missing thanks to his ‘forgetfulness’. Alternatively Ikutoshi doesn’t bother with the toys - instead he’ll just come to the counter and wordlessly pluck a cat from the counter, letting them lounge over his shoulders till he has to go back into the ring.

There’s two main culprits with thieving cat treats - Macan and Cthugua. Cthugua for some reason isn’t repulsed by the taste, and the dwarf has no idea if it’d be worse letting him snack on the things or telling him the truth. Pollux ate one once thinking it was a new treat scheme Andvari was using to bring the customers in, only to nearly heave over the counter trying to get rid of the taste moments later. Macan on the other hand actively steals their treats, to the point where Andvari has to start hiding them away when he’s not actively feeding the cats - he narrowly avoided a fistfight between the tiger therian and one of the cats when the feline batted Macan in the face for trying to nick a few pieces from their treat dish. Safe to say that any toys and treats are pretty much kept under lock and key when they’re not being used.

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Got another request in the works but it’s been a while since i posted some doodles so here’s a couple of recent ones in the meantime~!

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Hakumen's 4-star info piece mentions a tail spa and states 'through which she's built a relationship with a certain gladiator from the Ikebukuro Berserkers'. I read this as being Bathym, as. Well, really he's the only transient at the I.B. guild I can think of that'd need specific tail care.

So as a scenario, how about Bathym and Hakumen helping out a vulpine-therian Player? Not multitailed lile Hakumen, but still. Fox tails are flumfy and need to be well taken care of, and the two experts on fur care products would certainly be willing to help if asked

Oh you can bet that the two of them would go to the spa together - what better way to spend a day than getting pampered and complaining about people~

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Fur maintenance is one of the more important and sometimes troublesome tasks that therians have to take into account - keeping up on the upkeep of fur prevents it from matting and getting tangled up, as well as taking care of any excess fur that may hang around and get caught on things. Vulpine therians have to be especially vigilant on this front as you’ve come to realize, given the general thickness of your fur and the fact that you’re so fluffy that every time you start shedding you essentially drop your body weight in excess hair. Besides the occasional brush and you’ve learned quickly that for particularly fluffy therians like yourself, the proper tools needed to keep your fur from getting matted and messy are many and a pain to get your hands on, let alone use.

Brushes, detangling combs, shampoos, conditioners, finding the right hair dryer temperature to not make your fur frizz - it’s annoying, and it’s not like you remember much about how you took care of it before coming to Tokyo; if you did have that knowledge before it’s long gone now. Some days it's manageable, but then there’s others where your fur just doesn’t want to co-operate - those are the days that almost make you loathe being a vulpine-therian since, thanks to all the fluff, it’s noticeable when you’re not looking at your best. Moritaka, bless his heart and willingness to help a friend in need, is a big help during your first few weeks at the school. You thought he was joking when he mentioned having to do a complete brush every morning and night to help with the shedding and detangling, but the routine practically becomes a lifeline once your fur starts fluffing up as the seasons start to change. He’s helped as much as he’s able, though there’s only so many tricks Moritaka knows that can help, and you don’t know if it’s just because you’re a vulpine therian, or if your fur’s just built different, but there’s some times where you need more than just a good brush and hastily done trims in the bathroom mirror.

Thankfully, you also have friends that just so happen to notice the predicament that you’re in, and surely one such friend, being an expert on maintaining appearances, simply can’t sit by and watch you suffer. When you inevitably come to Bathym for help you can see that he’s already assessing the damage, humming something to himself as he runs his claws through one of your thicker patches of fur. You can practically hear the ideas forming in his mind when said claws catch on a tangle in your hair, and his grin is a little more sympathetic when your expression sours and you shirk away from the uncomfortable tug, ears flat against your head as you bring a hand up to your hair in a vain attempt to untangle it for what feels like the tenth time today. There’s no way that Bathym’s letting his poor summoner walk around in this sorry state, and no sooner have you momentarily smoothed out that tuft, Bathym’s steering you over to the nearest seat, practically commanding you not to move as he pulls out a phone from god knows where, with little explanation other than he’s got some ‘calls to make’.

You have to say, with how confident he is about taking care of you, you feel confident that the demon means it. You expected some advice, maybe a few product recommendations that you could go out and buy later to see if they worked. What you don't expect is for Bathym to get Hakumen involved. Or, more accurately, you didn’t expect for her to almost kick the door down in a flurry of fabrics as she storms over to where you’re sitting. Perhaps you should have - being a Vulpine therian herself, especially one who pizes her appearances so much, means that she’s far more versed in what works and what doesn’t than you currently are - and if she has her way, you’re sure you’ll be an expert by the time she’s done with you. She makes a big show cooing over her poor lord’s condition, making a few non-subtle hints about how she’s hurt that you didn’t think to rely on your darling Hakumen to take care of your present problems while she takes a good look at what she’s going to be working with.

Things move quickly from there. Before you know it you’re being walked towards an expensive looking car with Hakumen and Bathym gripping your arm on either side while they chatter to each other about all the things they have planned for you. The bewilderment on your face is ignored by your two new friends, but must be clear to others as Xolotl gives you a small sympathetic wave as he opens the door for you all to get into the vehicle. The ride is quick, and you take advantage of the free drinks and treats on display (because of course there would be drinks and treats) while only vaguely listening to Bathym and Hakumen batting ideas back and forth, along with some half-playful jabs about the others' tastes fired back and forth.

Admittedly the entire spa reserved just for you is a little bit of an overkill, but naturally with their high standards nothing but the best will do - and if that means giving you an entire day teaching you how best to care for your fur, then you’re getting that and more. You can’t help but balk under the attention as the spa staff emerge to greet the three of you the second you step through the door, addressing Hakumen and Bathym in a way that tells you they’re not just regulars, but valued customers of this place (which you can understand - the amount of coin they make on a daily basis would be enough to buy your school, never mind a day at the spa). When the staff inquire about the ‘special guest’ you immediately feel all eyes on you and there’s no denying it’s a bit embarrassing to have everyone’s attention on you. Thankfully Hakumen takes the lead from here, constantly insisting that they give you nothing but the best and finest as she all but drags you forward. She insists you’re in capable hands, but that doesn’t mean that the two therians aren’t constantly butting in to watch the whole time, putting in their thoughts and opinions on what would work best for your fur as you’re led from station to station.

The spa employees are professionals; you feel it the second you sit down in the chair and they get to work. The hands that smooth through your hair don’t hurt even as they catch on knots and work to untangle them, and by the time they’ve worked the shampoo and conditioner into your hair you’re well on your way to melting in your chair from how relaxing this experience is - if this is what it’s like all the time then you can see why Bathym and Hakumen frequent this place.

Speaking of Bathym, he’s all but too smug to point out that some of the products that they’re using on your fur care was made by yours truly - you should feel special, since so few get the chance to use them! Thanks to that and a multitude of other products you quickly lose the names of, your furs already looking a damn sight better than it was, and soft to boot! It’s already clear that you’re feeling better too, chuckling at the hair dryers that tickle as they comb over your hair, sending more than a few loose hairs all over the place as they work your fur into a more manageable state. Of course the Tycoon and Berserker are all too eager to get involved too - if only to interject with advice and tips on what to do next time you need some fur maintenance - both would rather keel over than let your hair get back into the poor state it was in when you’d first approached Bathym for help.

The tail is the hardest part, if only because of the wear and tear it's been through. Constantly tripping over it when you’re rushing to get ready in the morning; nearly snapping combs in half just trying to neaten it up; not to mention that one time Kengo accidentally stepped on it and you almost knocked him out cold because the pain made you swing without thinking- needless to say, it’s very much in need of some good old TLC. Therian’s tails are sensitive, so even with how gentle the staff are there’s more than a few breaks because you’re fidgeting too much. There’s no hiding the fact Bathym keeps snickering at how flustered you’re getting over the attention, but the smoldering glare you shoot him over your shoulder can’t be taken seriously when the content wagging of your tail betrays you.

This impromptu spa day is finished off swiftly, and you’re feeling more pampered and fluffy than you’ve probably ever felt, and at the end of it all you’re gifted a goody bag of products to boot as you’re led out of the building. You’re still trying to memorize all of the labels and notes for later, hoping that you remembered enough to help next time when a card is promptly shoved into your face. It’s a membership card for the spa, presented to you by none other than Hakumen who slides a hand around your side as she starts talking about how next time you should both come here again next time - after all she simply can’t allow you to get all of the pampering, even if she did enjoy watching you preen at the end result. Bathym’s right behind her too, slinging an arm around your shoulders and ruffling your now tangle-free fur as he comments that you’ll have to clear up your schedule soon; you have to thank them for helping you out, so what better way than your undivided attention for a few days~!

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Listen to me ramble for a second- I just got to chapter ten -yet to actually read it because I go and skip the story to do battles then read the entire chapter, just started reading chapter nine truthfully-

But like learning about the fact I am a MOTHER made me just instantly excited. Like the moment I realized that my sweet, angel of a baby was talking about me being his mama, I swore, I would die for my two boys, yes I consider his robot self my son as well because wHO WOULDN'T? M Y SONS, I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH, I wish I could hug them and wrap them in a nice cozy blanket, sit them down and give them a nice warm drink,,, no need to worry, you sweet lil angels, mama will fucking destroy the wall and make sure you two are safe. Lil smooches to their foreheads, phone number given of course, address so my current living arrangements are known.

I just really love my boys, I only known them for an hour, but I will do all in my power, to keep them safe, that is, my mad rambling of the early day.

🌟Mama Anon -or Anna as a fake name, whatever works as a signature- 🌟

Yessssss another to the protective mom team! I'm all here for the rambling Mama Anon I got that chapter and it was adoption on SIGHT didn't even get to the end before I was walking out of the crafters with two new sons. I hope you have even more fun from here on out! And hopefully if last years summer event gets translated we'll get to have even more content for the two boys!!!