Not too spicy, but Tomoko has never had a romantic relationship, too caught up in either combat training, Idol business, or family business to really have time for it, as well as the fear that whoever she becomes involved with will either turn out to be an assassin or be hurt because of their association with her. As a result, Tomoko has never had sex, and doesn’t really think about it aside from small bouts of daydreaming about it and what it’d be like- far too afraid of vulnerability to stand having any casual relations.
It’d never be one night stands with strangers if she were to have “casual” kind of stuff, but I can see her being partial to experiment sexually with someone she’s been friends with for a while.
She’s surprisingly open to a lot of experimentation kink-wise with a few normal hard ‘nos’ if she’s with someone she trusts, but that could be said for most people.
This is way too accurate... I always ponder whether Tomoko feigns stupidity or if she actually is just stupid, but if she WAS stupid, it would be ok :)
A big part of Tomoko is actually glad to be away from the real world- death was a very real fear for her then, and after getting a small taste of it in the Fog, she found that it wasn’t really that bad. Well, only because she came back afterwards- the knowledge that she has (or thinks she has) infinite lives has lifted a weight off of her shoulders. Knowing that a killer is killing her because they’re a killer and not because of her associations, as associations and family names mean nothing in the Fog, is something that shouldn’t make her so happy, but it does.
She knows after each sacrifice, the Entity devours a sliver of her soul that she’ll never get back, but if that’s just how it’s always going to be, she doesn’t want to dwell on it. It, like the death of her mother, will just have to sit in the back of her head and stew until the cruel truth finally came to light- but by then, it would be too late to cry about it.
Tomoko has the habit of stealing whatever she can get her hands on in trials- be it an item a fellow survivor has either dropped under their hook after being sacrificed or just left unattended, things pried from dead survivors fingers after a mori or a bad case of slugging, things she found in a chest, or even killer belongings (bear traps, Ghostface’s camera, one of the Trickster’s knives, etc) if she can take it past the exit gate, she’s keeping it and showing it off to the other survivors because she has little to no self preservation instincts. Well, she does but she ignores it, just as she usually ignores good advice if she thinks something she was told not to do would be fun.
Tomoko cuts the crusts off her sandwiches. That is all. If you make her a sandwich without cutting the crusts off you will watch her pick and pull at the crusts like a little gremlin because “Crust nasty!!!”
When she was younger she just had her designated body guard do it for her :)
Another look into Tomoko’s past. TW for violence, blood, and general angst.
She’s sixteen now, slightly taller (which is not saying much) but so much more learned.
A group of boys around her age followed after her when she left the auditions- nothing but errand boys, exploited for their gullibility and taken advantage of by a rival family, meaning to cash in on her being alone and unarmed.
They lay in heaps on the ground, bruised up and thoroughly taken down a peg, much like the other men were years ago; gazing up at her with looks of incredulity.
They hadn’t been the first to try something, and they wouldn’t be the last- she fondly remembers the year before, when she bit off the ear of a kidnapper and spit it back in his face for good measure. He broke both her wrists for it, which took a few agonizing months of doing nothing and being monitored even closer than she already was before they healed- but the memory of him shrieking and barking out insults at her was a fun one nonetheless.
If only she had such skill four years ago.
If only, if only, if only- she hated the phrase ‘if only’.
Tomoko smiled brightly despite her body trembling with rage, approaching one of the boys. She watched his form shiver and shake with spiteful delight- he was the one that nearly ripped her hair out of her scalp when she fought them.
“Which family are you from?” She asked, voice lilting, hands behind her back as she bent forward, tilting her head ever so slightly.
The boy scrunched his bloody nose, gritting his teeth up at her and seething, “Like we’d tell a bitch like you-!”
And in an instant, she dug a heel into his thigh, making him yelp out: “The- The Ito family! The Ito family!”
It was a wonder how easy it was to hurt someone- how easy it was for her of all people to hurt someone. It astonished and frightened her how powerful she felt with the heel of her pastel pink mary janes pressing into this boy’s flesh.
Satisfied either way, Tomoko gave him a coquettish, playful grin as she lifted her foot, stepping back. Maybe her mother would be proud of her for getting rid of her assailants by herself. They deserved it, after all.
...Maybe her mother would be disgusted with her willingness to hurt someone.
“You guys can go, now!” She said- no, commanded- and the older teens all scrambled to their feet and scurried off, tails between their legs.
Tomoko stood there, watching them leave, when she noticed her hands clenched at her sides and tension in her jaw.
Even after winning another scuffle with the boys, the ones everyone says she couldn’t fight because she was a girl... she still felt... wrong.
She can see that day playing back at the back of her mind- sometimes she didn’t realize it, but it was always there.
Her feet were meant for dancing, hands meant for gesturing happily to the rhythm of a cutesy pop song- but it also seemed like they were meant to be swung out with the intent to harm.
Burying that thought, she dusted off her skirt, checked her pretty pink manicured nails and flicked her hair out of her face. She let herself glance back at the alley way for just a moment before she continued her trek home, knowing her father’s men were watching her every move, knowing her father would learn of this.
A look into Tomoko’s past. TW for violence, blood, and general angst.
Tomoko’s heart beats rhythmically in her chest, vibrating with its intensity.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
She wanted to descend into her imagination, escape from the walls closing in on her, the men that wanted her life just for her name- Tominaka.
It was only her thirteenth birthday, two years after the incident that left her feeling hollow. She had snuck away from her bodyguards and the myriad of ‘family’ members stationed around the town to keep watch on her. It was.. Freeing, to be away from peering eyes, to exist as she was- to skip through the park by herself, wind in her hair.
And then the men came.
Sitting on one of the swings on a swing set, Tomoko slowed her momentum as they approached.
“That’s her, isn’t it?”
“It has to be. That’s the Tominaka girl. The boss’ll reward us if we bring her to him.”
“Really? She looks like she’s still just a kid.”
“So? Money’s money, and she’s got the Tominaka name. We’ll make it quick.”
The Tominaka name. The Tominaka ‘family’. The Tominaka business.
They, like others before, wanted her head on a platter to get a few stacks of yen… all because of her name. Tomi-na-ka. She sounded it out in her head, looking into the distance, pigtails flicking in the wind.
The men approached. Tomoko braced herself.
Those classes her father forced her to take had to be good for something.
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Her nose was bleeding, scrapes up the sides of her legs and her arms, and her ears were ringing- she curled up into a little ball, no longer having any fight left in her-
But the men were gone, in heaps on the pavement next to her. They had been beaten senselessly, a mess of twisted limbs and broken bones-
…But not because of her.
Her loyal bodyguard, Akihiko, had blood on his hands and a steely look in his eye. The blood was not his. She had watched him from the corner of her eyes, tears stinging and blurring her vision, but all she saw was red, red, red, and all she heard was pain, pain, pain. Screams of pain. Of agony. Of fear. A violent song that repeated over and over with no conclusion, no outro, no sweet release.
Her mind swims and she sees visions of blood, of her own failure- her mother’s cold, dead stare- she wasn’t strong enough. She’ll never be strong enough.
Tomoko didn’t want to look up at his stern glare. She already knows what he’s going to say.
“You’re just a child, Miss Tominaka. You can’t fight these battles yourself.”
She tastes iron as she sniffles, cut lip stinging as she wipes the dirt away, face steaming up in shame. He was a child, too, she thought, nose scrunching up in derision. He was only 17, caught up in a debt to her father just because who his father was, taught from birth that his only purpose was to serve the family.
He has the Tominaka pin on his jacket, meaning that he was part of the ‘family’, but he was no family of hers.
She didn’t understand why she hated him so much.
Tomoko says nothing, but her harsh, unflinching glare speaks all the words for her.
Akihiko says nothing.
He gathers her up in his strong arms, even as she tries to wriggle from his grasp, and carries her back to the city. Back to safety. Back to father.
She feels her mother’s stare at the back of her head.
