Hiii a3 fans my fashion posts have been getting attention so I put them all under #mankai fashion collection.
Tysm for this! I'll start taking my favorite request as I finish so feel free to send req! It doesn't have to be lolita btw it can be vkei, fairykei, gyaru, academia, anything
I'll make a post when I'm working on one so there's no wondering <3
(Guaranteed to be made of you commission me for a sprite redraw teehee)
I'd like to read the moments when he realizes he loves you with Tsuzuru :3
I got so happy when I saw this request. Tsuzuru is my most favorite boy!
Here you go sweetie, enjoy!💕
Tsuzuru realizing he loves you headcanon
Tsuzuru is not stupid. He knows there’s something going on with you
He just doesn’t know what it is
You are classmates with Kazunari so you met each other one day at the dorm. In his OWN room, to be exact
“Miyoshi-san, what are yo-”
“Tsuzuroon, where were you?? We need help ASAP!”
Turns out, Kazunari and you needed some kind of help for a project and the summer troupe member had dragged you with him to add pressure. You thanked Tsuzuru and apologized for inconveniencing him
He finds out you are the calm type. Whenever Kazunari asks him to go to his university he sees you too and over time, you two end up becoming friends
He likes to ask for your opinions on his ideas and loves having deep conversations about books and paintings
He enjoys seeing the love and work you put on what you like
As time passes, when approaching you, his attitude starts to change. He finds himself relaxing and in a better mood
Everyone is on to him though. Just what is going on
“Kazunari told me you and Y/N are good friends, Tsuzuru!”
“Ah, Citron-san, yeah, you could say that…”
“Good! My heart is happy to see you in such a wood”
“Uh… you mean, mood? Anyway, thank-”
“When are you going to tell them to come live with us?”
“What”
Tsuzuru tells himself he actually has to deal with whatever he’s feeling but procrastinates
One day you see a missed call from him, so you call back. He sounds insecure, you notice.
You tell him to meet you at your house
Half an hour later Tsuzuru is in your room, going through one of the books you two had talked about not too long ago. He hasn’t said anything yet and you worry
When he hears you calling out his name, he lifts eyes but averts them quickly. Talks about being tired and without inspiration for scripts
Something inside tells you there’s something more going on, but you listen and reassure him it was ok to feel like that. You then announce going to make popcorn. Maybe watching something to clear his mind before he went back would calm him down.
He nods and smiles up until you leave the room to go look for the snacks and computer.
He sits on the edge of your bed, mentally trying to calm himself down from the discovery, cheeks and ears bright red
Oh man
Tsuzuru feels the heat growing inside him. Seeing you worried about him without expecting anything had made his stomach flutter and his heart pound more than he thought.
I am so excited and happy to present the debut writing project of me and my friends over at the A3! writers’ discord server! Since we’re all A3! content creators, it was probably inevitable that we do a collab ahaha. We’re here to bring you summer vacation vibes, courtesy of the Spring Troupe! My assigned member was Sakuya~ Please do check out the works of my fellow content creators and show them your support!!
My fellow writers this time around are @taruchinator @maidstars @seasidefallenangel
Banner made by the lovely Yona!! @animaniachan
- Jen
Summer Vacation with Sakuya
Sakuya wakes up to the hustle and bustle of the morning of a lively summer weekend. The past weeks of summer were quite the contrast to his previous summer memories. A sense of melancholy takes over him as his mind flashes back to the quiet houses he was shuffled around in his younger days, never quite feeling that he belonged or that he even deserved to partake in the summer festivities. Not that he wasn’t grateful to his relatives for taking him in his time of need, but he always felt like a stranger among his own family.
His thoughts are interrupted by Citron bursting through the door, calling him to the dining room for breakfast.
“Alright, just give me a minute!” Sakuya calls out.
“I will be going in front of you, then!” Citron replies, humming a lively tune as he exits the room.
As Sakuya gets ready to start the day, he grins, thankful for his days now filled with endless warmth and seemingly boundless energy he could bask in from the other members of Mankai.
When he gets to the dining room, Sakuya is surprised to see that all members of the Spring Troupe are present at the table – a rare sight since the Spring Troupe members are definitely not known to be the earliest risers in the company.
“Everyone, good morning!” Sakuya greets with a bright smile before sitting down next to Masumi.
“Oh, Sakuya! Good morning!” Omi replies, placing a plate full of piping hot food for Sakuya down in front of him. “Interesting to see that all of you are up and about together. Guess that covers Spring Troupe’s breakfast. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen cooking up the next batch.”
A chorus of “thank you” comes from the Spring Troupe, and Omi retreats back into the kitchen with a satisfied nod.
“Wow, everyone’s up so early!” Sakuya marvels, not used to having his fellow troupe mates altogether at one table. “What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing, really.” Tsuzuru says before taking a sip of his coffee. Sakuya catches a whiff of it and can tell that it’s strong and black, a potent scent he’s come to associate the tired college student with.
“Now that I think about it, it’s the last few weeks of summer vacation.” Izumi remarks, strolling into the room with a mug of coffee (which smells much sweeter than Tsuzuru’s) in hand. She greets the young men at the table then goes to lean against the kitchen counter. Masumi pouts at the empty seat next to him, but greets the director with his usual enthusiasm.
“Maybe that’s why you boys are up?” Izumi ponders. “It would be a shame to let the last days of the summer pass by quickly. You should all make the most of it.”
“We probably could if a certain yakuza wasn’t so stingy.” Itaru grumbles as he taps away at his phone.
“We can’t help the company’s circumstances.” Izumi chides. Taking in Itaru’s words, Izumi’s eyes close in thought. “But I guess it would be nice to have some recreational funds to use.”
“Actually, we don’t need to spend that much money to make good summer memories.” Tsuzuru cuts in, a gentle smile on his face. “There’s plenty of things we can do right here at the dorms. Growing up with a bunch of hyperactive younger siblings forces you to get creative with how to spend long summer days.”
Citron looks over in interest. “What kinds of things?”
“Paper boat races, fireworks, sprinklers, movie nights, ice cream making…” Tsuzuru rattles off, ticking off his fingers as if he has a memorized list of activities in his head. “The possibilities are endless, really.”
“Anything we do with the director would be a good summer memory for me.” Masumi asserts, earning a sigh from his roommate.
Citron clasps his hands in excitement. “Ooh! I would love to partake in the activities of summer one does in a household of Japan!”
“Hm. Well, if we’re at home with a stable internet connection, it wouldn’t hurt to participate in an activity or two.” Itaru reluctantly agrees.
Izumi turns her attention to the oddly quiet Sakuya. “And what about you, Sakuya? Any summer memories you want to bring to the company?”
At this, Sakuya goes still. “Ah, I – “
“Oh, that’s right.” Tsuzuru chimes in. “Since you’ve spent summer with different family members, I’m sure you have lots of unique summer traditions for us to try out.”
The occupants of the table all turn their attention to Sakuya, which has him breaking out into a cold sweat. “Well actually – “
“Please! Let Citron know all about the different traditions of the Sakuma summer!”
“I actually don’t have any good summer memories I can share. Sorry to disappoint you.” Sakuya admits with a sheepish laugh.
Masumi raises a skeptical eyebrow at his usually cheery schoolmate’s admission. “Hm?”
“Well, it’s just that since I moved from house to house so often, I never really made much of a connection to my relatives. Honestly, summer vacation would just pass by as a blur.”
The table goes silent as they take in their leader’s words, pensive looks on their faces. Sensing the change in atmosphere, Sakuya forces a grin. “But it’s fine – really! I was just glad that they would take me in. And now I can make summer memories with the company! Ah… that is, if you aren’t too busy with your own plans. Perhaps I’m getting too far ahead of myself…” he trails off, standing up from the table. “I’ll be going first, then. Thank you for the food.”
And just like that, Sakuya is out of the room.
The troupe members left behind stare at Sakuya’s vacant chair for a few seconds before Izumi speaks up.
“I’ll talk to Sakyo to see if we have some funds to spare. I’ll leave it up to all of you to come up with the Spring Troupe’s plans for the rest of the summer.” She says, levelling a commanding stare leaving no room for argument at each of the members before walking off to find Sakyo.
“We can’t let the director down.” Masumi immediately says once Izumi is out of the room, levelling his own stare at Itaru.
“Eh? Why are you looking at me…?” Itaru’s eyes narrow at the younger boy.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Masumi scoffs. “You’re the only working adult out of all of us.”
“Itaru! Pay for my summer activities, too!” Citron cheers, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You can be my honey daddy!”
“Your what– “
“Okay, okay, that’s enough!” Tsuzuru intervenes, pointedly ignoring Citron’s turn of phrase. “Like I said before, we don’t need to shell out that much cash to make good summer memories.”
Their impromptu meeting is interrupted my several voices echoing from the hallway.
“Sounds like they’re coming in for the next batch of breakfast.” Tsuzuru sighs. “Itaru, do you think we could continue this in your room?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Eh? But– “
Suddenly, Itaru feels a chill down his spine. Turning around, he is met with the dark glower of Masumi. “Let us in your room. The director wouldn’t want us to ruin Sakuya’s summer.”
Not one to easily back down – especially not to a little brat – Itaru glowers back. Taking advantage of the distraction, Citron grabs Itaru’s phone and runs for his life towards Itaru’s room with Tsuzuru in tow. “Itaru, you must make with the haste if you want to catch me before your SP replenishes!”
Itaru stares at the now empty table in disbelief while Masumi silently trails after the two. The situation suddenly registers in Itaru’s mind, and he springs up from his seat. “Conniving little – give me back my phone!” he shouts, speed walking after his traitor troupe mates. By the time he reaches his room, the three of them are already sprawled about in various places in his room. Itaru sighs, accepting his fate.
“Mess anything up and you’re dead.”
The next day, Sakuya walks into the living room, ready to kick back and relax with a good TV program. However, he is once again met with a surprise as he walks in on the other members of Spring Troupe arguing as they arrange various stacks of paper throughout the living room. Upon closer inspection, Sakuya can see that the colorful paper strewn throughout the room are actually flyers.
“Um…” Sakuya warily approaches the group. “Did I miss the memo or something? Were we supposed to clean out the storage room today?”
At their leader’s arrival, the members halt their actions, not accounting for Sakuya’s sudden appearance as they fixed the materials for the day’s activity. Citron dutifully steps up as the unofficial moodmaker and bounds over to his roommate, slinging an arm around Sakuya’s shoulders.
“Sakuya! Sakyo said we could do what we would like with these flyers. Please, teach me how to make a boat and let us captain our ships against one another!”
Sakuya appears even more lost as Citron’s words. Mercifully, Itaru looks up from his mobile game long enough for him to convey Citron’s meaning.
“Sakyo bugged us about getting rid of these old flyers, and Citron decided he wanted to try the paper boat racing that Tsuzuru brought up yesterday.”
“Ah, I see…” Sakuya says, turning his attention back to Citron. “I’m sorry, but I actually don’t know how to fold a paper boat myself.”
Undeterred, Citron leads Sakuya over to the center of the several piles of paper and sits down, taking Sakuya down with him. “Tsuzuru will be teaching us! Now that we are all here, let us begin with the shipping!”
Tsuzuru sighs, shaking his head in resignation. “Alright, so after you choose your piece of paper you fold it like this…”
Several failed attempts and paper cuts later, the Spring Troupe went over to the park to race their paper boats by a stream. Tsuzuru, acting as referee, crouched by his makeshift finish line made of twigs while a determined Sakuya and Citron, and a less-than-thrilled Itaru and Masumi took their beginning places with their paper boats at the opposite end.
“Alright!” Tsuzuru shouts, raising a hand. “On your marks, get set… go!”
As the paper boats float down the stream, Tsuzuru watches his members with fond interest. Masumi, true to character, merely watches the ensuing chaos that is the antics of his members from the starting point. Sakuya excitedly follows his cherry blossom-print paper boat closely, eyes glowing with mirth. Citron has already ran over to the finish line, shouting encouragement at his own garish multicolored paper boat. Even Itaru has joined in on the fun, calmly keeping pace with his own boat but encouragingly saying things like, “We got this. Let’s go.”, which may or may not have to do with the fact that he decorated his paper boat with doodles of his best girls.
Finally, the paper boats near the end and it the winner honestly could be anyone, what with how close the boats are to one another. Just before any of the boats can cross the finish line, however, a shadow passes over the stream. The paper boats are suddenly gone, and the figure had already left with a rush of wind and the faint cry of “triangles!” in the distance.
As one, the Spring Troupe stares off into the distance where the figure disappeared, eyes wide in disbelief.
When they get back to the dorms, they find Misumi showing off his triangles of the day. His eyes shone brightly as he proudly showed off the “pretty triangle boats” he found, claiming they were some of the best finds he’s had in a while.
A few days after what is now dubbed as “the paper boat heist”, the Spring Troupe once again decided to try their luck at making new summer memories for Sakuya. The entire company was holding a barbeque, and Spring Troupe was in charge of desserts. This time it was Itaru who brought forward his own idea for a summer activity to introduce to their leader.
“Chili ice cream…?” Sakuya wonders aloud.
“Yep.” Itaru confirms. “My senpai recommended it to me and even gave me a recipe. The base for the ice cream can be used to make other flavors, though.”
“I wonder if I can make a curry flavored ice cream…” Izumi mumbles thoughtfully, much to Tsuzuru’s dismay.
“Please don’t.” he butts in, ignoring Izumi’s pout and Masumi’s glare. “Anyway, Omi already agreed to help us freeze the ice cream so most of our work is going to be making the ice cream flavors. Let’s try our best to make something he can actually make into ice cream.”
“Alright, alright.” Izumi acquiesces. “No experimental flavors. Now, have you all decided what to make?”
“I’m making vanilla.” Tsuzuru asserts, leaving no room for argument. “If all else fails, we’ll at least have a good base ice cream for the barbeque tonight.”
“I guess I’ll make the chili flavor that senpai recommended.” Itaru sighs.
Masumi immediately snatches the chocolate from the cupboards. “It’s not Valentine’s Day or White Day chocolate, but chocolate ice cream for the director will still convey my feelings for the director.”
“I would like to try the green matcha of Japan!” Citron cheers.
“I’d like to try making black sesame ice cream.” Sakuya says.
Izumi nods in satisfaction at the troupe’s quick answers. “Alright, that covers a good variety of flavors. I’ll be supervising along with Omi, so let’s do this properly!”
Despite a few mishaps, the ice cream is finished with time to spare before it’s time for the barbeque party to start.
“Sakuya, here! Try the chili ice cream! It’s not curry, but it certainly is spicy like curry!” Izumi beckons over the Spring Troupe leader over, holding a spoonful of the light pink ice cream. “Say aah~”
A bright blush appears on Sakuya’s face, and several members look on at the scene of their director feeding Sakuya ice cream with jealousy. A few feet away, Tsuzuru physically restrains Masumi from rushing over to the duo and ruining the moment.
“Director, feed me ice cream, too!” Masumi cries out petulantly. As if triggering a domino effect, several other members clamor for their director’s special attention as well.
Sakuya, oblivious to it all, happily eats the ice cream that Izumi feeds him. “It’s sweet, but still subtly spicy! Delicious!”
Later, after most of the food is gone, Taichi and Kazunari bring out some sprinklers.
“Only for an hour.” Sakyo warns. “We don’t want the water bill going too high.”
Several of the younger members of the troupe quickly shuck off their shirts and happily frolic amongst the water sprayed by the sprinklers.
“Hey, where’s the director?” Sakuya wonders aloud, catching the attention of some of the company members.
“Tachibana went to go change.” Sakyo says.
“The director in a swimsuit…” Masumi mumbles, a dazed look on his face.
Seeing the looks on some of the member’s faces, Sakyo’s mouth twists into a frown, giving each of them a sharp glare. “Get your heads out of the gutter. Disrespect our director and I’ll bash your heads in.”
The men go still at Sakyo’s threat, but quickly perk up once more when they hear Izumi calling out as she approaches.
“Everyone! I found some water guns in the storage room!” Izumi calls out cheerily.
The young men let out a collective sigh of disappointment at their director’s attire of a dark t-shirt and swim shorts.
Nevertheless, the company’s summer barbeque is a resounding success. For a while, things at the dorms quiet down and the remaining days of summer pass by all too quickly, eventually leading up to the last night of summer vacation. The Spring Troupe decides to keep it simple with a movie marathon night, taking advantage of the last day the students are allowed to sleep in before school starts once more.
Together, the troupe meticulously put up a huge pillow fort in the living room where they all settled in and made themselves comfortable. Izumi periodically checked in on them throughout the night and was amused to see that with every movie, the members all gradually became closer one another, gravitating towards Sakuya who was in the middle of the fort.
The last time Izumi checks in on them, all of the members are sound asleep. The sight of them cuddling so close to one another in their slumber brings a smile to her face, and her heart feels full at the close family that Sakuya had found. Sakuya was lying down in the middle of the pillow fort, his right half sprawled across Citron. Citron was clinging to Itaru’s left leg as Itaru slept propped up into a half-sitting position against the couch. On Sakuya’s left was Tsuzuru, who was using Sakuya’s torso as a pillow as Tsuzuru slept perpendicular to his leader. Directly behind his roommate, Masumi slept in a similar position to Itaru, except he drew his knees closer to himself and rested his head atop his folded arms.
Silently, Izumi tiptoes over to the pile of young men and snaps a photo of them on her phone. She goes over to turn off the TV and leaves the room once more, shutting the door with a soft click.
Sakuya wakes to the booming of (most likely Summer Troupe’s) fireworks. He tries to get up, but fails due to the weight he feels on his body. Craning his head, Sakuya sees that he and his troupe members have formed into a mess of entangled limbs. Channeling his inner courage to bring out his Spring Troupe leader persona, Sakuya takes a deep breath before yelling, “Everyone, wake up! Let’s see the fireworks together.”
A chorus of whines and groans fills the living room, no one really wanting to get up, but at their leader’s insistence members disentangle themselves from one another, not deigning to acknowledge their previous positions they maintained as they slept. Sakuya directs them over to the balcony, and as the rest of the Spring Troupe leans over the railing to look up at the fireworks, Sakuya can feel his heart swell with affection for his troupe members.
Noticing that Sakuya was hanging back by the door, Tsuzuru calls out to him. “Sakuya, get over here and watch the fireworks with us. This’ll be our last memory of the summer together.”
Sakuya can feel tears well up in his eyes as Tsuzuru, Citron, Masumi, and Itaru turn back to him, affectionate grins on their faces. Impulsively, he runs over to them and launches himself at them, pulling them all into a group hug.
“Thank you so much!” Sakuya wails, finally letting his tears stream down his face. “I’m so grateful to everyone. You’ve made this my best summer vacation yet.”
The group huddles closer to one another, either ruffling Sakuya’s hair in affection or patting him on the back. Unbeknownst to them, Izumi watches them from a slightly ajar door.
“Happy summer, Sakuya.” she whispers, watching the smiles of the Spring Troupe.
