Propaganda: "because both of them are kinda silly, and enemies in a way... he's lazy, and then yuzu is all like 'get up'" -wise words of my sister
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be carded.
Realized it’ll be Christmas soon and that means I’ll get to post my Pokemon fanarts, so before you think I forgot about YGO Arc-V have some doodles from almost two years ago I forgot to post x,D Sadly have no new fanart, but hope you still enjoy the fankids :,3
Meet Kazuma Ichirou Akaba (belonging to my bro @captain-rei ) and his younger sister Fujiko Ichika Akaba, children of Reiji and Yuzu! I may be a bit biased bc Classicalshipping is OTP material, but among all fankids I’m really attached to these two :,D
Fujiko is probably dragging her bro to some cool cafe or museum she saw online xD
Tags: Alternate Universe - Rumplestiltskin, Minor or Implied Yuri/Yuzu
Yuzu was getting the distinct impression that it was possible that her father loved her too much. She loved her Father dearly but this was just too much, too big of a lie.
Yuzu’s Father was a miller by trade and by hobby, quite the talker. However, no one would say that Shuzou had the gift of the gab. He just talked and talked and talked, to whoever would listen. He would talk to the birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees. Sometimes he would even get lucky and talk to the other folk of the town but usually he didn’t talk of anything of consequence but the rumour that he had inadvertently started was most certainly of consequence.
He had started a rumour that his darling daughter had quite the prodigious talent: she could spin straw into gold.
Now this was most certainly not a skill that Yuzu possessed. She was quite certain that it was a skill that no one possessed. Not that it mattered much. The rumour had most certainly gotten around and with such a shiny ring to it such as that, it had caught the interest of one of the four princes of the land, the youngest of the four and the one with the worst reputation.
Shuzou could hardly believe his eyes when Prince Yuri turned up on his doorstep, inquiring about Yuzu’s talents. There was a shine of greed to his pink-coloured eyes and he was promising great things for Yuzu should she allow herself to be borrowed by him.
“I desire to see Yuzu’s talents in person, I have a room prepared for her at my estate where she can spin to her heart’s content with your permission and I can promise you, her worth to the kingdom could have great rewards for you.” Yuri spoke. His voice was like silk but Yuzu was certain it was hiding poison.
She tugged on her Father’s sleeve in protest but Shuzou dismissed her, waving her off and grinning, he was too good natured to realise that there was something awry with the young prince. He was too proud of his daughter’s merit, as imagined as it was, that he wanted Yuzu recognised on the grandest stage of royalty - and his old mill could use some repairs so perhaps the prince could have that afforded.
So, Shuzou agreed. He let Prince Yuri whisk Yuzu away without another word. Though her Father did bid her goodbye at the top of his voice, his hand flying through the air with his proud farewells, he had no idea what was in store for Yuzu as soon as she was pulled out from behind the threshold of their house. She was bundled up like hay and packed into a palanquin, taken to the palace where there was, indeed, a room prepared for her. Yuzu was shoved into it, her head still whirling with how she had been stolen away from her home and her father in the brink of an eye.
The room that had been prepared for her was eerily luxe. It was neat and pretty, with rich coloured wooden floors and pale coloured walls that had no windows. It reminded Yuzu of an inn but it had nowhere to rest save the floor. The only item inside of it a wheel with which Yuzu could use to spin.
Behind her, there was a knock on her door but before she could answer it, faceless soldiers stocked her with straw. Prince Yuri watched and he smiled sharply.
“Spin this straw into gold,” he said, warning, “or I will cut off your head.”
Yuzu bit her lip. She frowned.
“You have until morning.” Yuri told her and with a snap of his fingers, the soldiers that had been giving her bale after bale of straw ceased and retreated with him.
The door locked in front of Yuzu. She tried the door but it was useless. She would only ruin her hands if she tried to brute force her way through by scratching it. She sighed, withholding her despair, and looked at the dozen or so bales of straw that she had to spin into gold with her alleged talent.
Yuzu stumbled back to the middle of the room, uncertain what to do, only to collapse in front of the spinning wheel. She clutched onto it and started to sob. She cursed her Father and his idiocy. She cowered in fear from the threat literally looming over her head. She had no idea what to do.
Fortunately, the devil in the room did and he spoke, “I see that you are in a predicament, young lady.”
Yuzu’s blood ran cold as she heard this voice. The tears that had been streaming down her face stopped as he looked. As she listened. She turned her head and towards the front of the room, in front of the door, stood someone who could not possibly be inside of a locked room with her.
He was somewhat tall with grey hair and pierced, triangular ears that jutted out the side of his face. He wore nice trousers and a button-up blouse. He was adorned around the neck with a blood red scarf. He stared at her curiously from behind a pair of glasses. Yuzu swallowed a lump in her throat as she gawked as this youth. It most certainly did not escape her attention that through the cascades of his hair, he had a pair of black horns and a flicking tail with a diamond-like texture to it.
“Who are you?” Yuzu asked, shocked.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “Someone who appears before those who are in need of a deal or a trade.” he said and he smiled. “I propose that we make a contract.”
“What are your terms and conditions then, to this contract you think we should make?” Yuzu asked, her shocked expression giving way to wariness. The devil liked that immensely.
“I will spin this straw into gold on your behalf,” he began, “for the price of the ornaments that you wear in your hair.”
“That seems like a relatively cheap contract.” Yuzu said but already, she had begun to take the disc-like baubles out of her pigtails, just in case the cheapness was fairness; she even began to take precautionary steps closer to him.
The devil smiled, “I can assure you, the emotional value of your trinkets have worth equal to my time.” he said.
“Very well then.” Yuzu said.
She frowned as she handed over the baubles that she had once worn. She placed them in the devil’s awaiting hand, atop his pale palm, and when Yuzu did, they disappeared in a burst of lavender coloured flames. Yuzu’s hand flung back in surprise.
“It won’t hurt you,” the devil told her and then stepped around her, she stood, gawking still, “but if you will allow me, I have some work to do.”
Yuzu was mystified as the devil began to do her chores for her. She sat against the wall and watched as the devil fed straw through the spinning wheel and had its transmute into gold. He did so effortlessly, without a wry complaint and the gold that resulted was magnificent.
Even though the day had grown long and the room had grown dim, the gold shone like none other. It practically glowed. Yuzu had been watching intently as the devil spun the straw into gold but she couldn’t believe how beautiful it had been. When he finished, he got up and he put his hand on his heart.
“I must bid you goodbye.” he said, bowing at Yuzu.
“Thank you!” she gasped, eyes wide. She scrambled to her feet and towards him, her heart light with her burden eased and she smiled, “Before you go, I must get your name.”
The devil shook his head, “Names are contracts too and there was no clause in ours which mandates that I must tell you.” he replied.
Yuzu simpered, disappointed by this outcome but her gratitude still burgeoned. She smiled, “Still, thank you, I mean it.”
“Do not be bothered by my departure, I am sure we will meet again soon.” he replied and just as mysteriously as he came, he was gone.
Yuzu could feel the life drain from the room with the devil’s vanishing. It was just her and the piles upon piles of gold - and the spinning wheel too. She felt her heart race in her chest. She hoped that their reunion was not too soon but hopefully, this would be enough to sate the greed in Prince Yuri’s heart. It was late, Yuzu told herself, and so, she curled up on the ground and slept until morning.
She slept dreamlessly and uncomfortably until morning. She awoke with a rapt, thunderous knocking upon her door which scared her. She felt helpless as once more as the Prince and his private guard came to inspect the room.
Prince Yuri’s face lit up in twisted delight as he marvelled at the gold that was present. He could hardly believe his eyes as he admired what was once bales of straw. He grinned in a way which made Yuzu’s skin crawl. He made a superfluous gesture towards her and then made his speech.
“I am impressed,” he said, “I did not think the rumours were true but it appears the truth is stranger than fiction.”
Yuzu glared. She held onto her bracelet for comfort.
“You may keep your head,” Prince Yuri continued, “for now.”
“What does that mean?” Yuzu asked. “I’ve done what you told me to do, so let me go.”
“Oh no, this is not nearly enough, I want you to spin more and more for me.” Prince Yuri teased her. “And this time,” he tilted his head up slightly so he could look down his nose as the terrified but bold Yuzu, “if you do not complete this task, you and your father will be publicly executed for lying to royalty.”
Yuzu gasped, horrified by this demand.
“Understood?” Prince Yuri sneered venomously.
“Understood.” Yuzu timidly nodded and that was the cue for yet more bales of straw to be brought into her room.
Yuzu watched in horror and absolute despair as bale upon bale of straw was brought into her room, until all the floor was stacked with them. It was hard to move, they only really gave her enough space around the spinning wheel where she stood like a newborn deer.
“Until tomorrow morning.” Prince Yuri said and he bid Yuzu goodbye.
The door closed - and locked - with a slam. The silence that ensued was deafening. Yuzu stood where she was, paralysed by fear. If only she knew that devil’s name, she thought as she began to cry, a single tear streaking down the side of her face, then she would be able to call him. Her heart sank and her stomach lurched. She came down to her knees and broke down weeping once more, holding onto the spinning wheel.
After what felt like an immeasurable length of time, despairing for the inevitable killing of herself and her father, Yuzu heard a voice: “Hello again.”
She stopped and her blood ran cold. She pulled herself up and got herself together, clawing at her face so she didn’t look like some pitiable crybaby girl. She looked over her shoulder and the devil was here with her once more. His tail flicked petulantly behind him as he took stock of the situation.
“I see that you are once again seeking a deal or a trade,” he said, “are you willing to make a second contract?”
Yuzu got to her feet and she held her fist in front of her, determined, she nodded her head.
“Excellent.” the devil smirked. “In exchange for all this straw spun into gold, I will take your bracelet.”
Yuzu felt as though her face had been slapped but she mustered a very simple reply to the devil anyway, “No.”
“Oh?” The devil tilted his head to the side. “Perhaps you do wish to die by the prince’s execution, and your poor father too. Or, perhaps, you have decided that you ought to attempt this task for yourself after all, it has been done once, even if it was by me so therefore, it is no longer quite so impossible.”
“No.” Yuzu said again, her heart trembling. She held onto her bracelet. “This bracelet means the world to me.” Her eyes began to water and yet they were fierce. “This bracelet is my one memento of my mother, she passed away whilst I was still an infant.”
“You would prefer to hold onto such a thing… over you and your father’s lives?” the devil pointed out, sauntering closer and he touched Yuzu’s face. Yuzu flinched. The devil caressed her face. His fingertips were cold as ice; her heart leapt to her throat upon his caring stroke. “Are you certain that is a good trade? After all, what good would that item be when you are dead, yourself? No guarantee that your murderers would let you take it into the grave, into the afterlife.”
Yuzu held her breath - and she wanted to hold her ground, too but the devil was right. There was no guarantee that a fraud such as her and her father would be respected so well that their most precious property would go unscathed by their killings. Her bracelet was an item of fantastic emotional value to her, she had always worn it, even when it was too big for her wrist, but it was true. There would be no use to it, no value to it, if she was dead. With a shaking hand and a snivelling expression, Yuzu gave the devil her bracelet, even if it broke her heart to do so.
“A good decision.” the devil praised her.
He accepted the bracelet and it, too, burst into lavender flames that made Yuzu’s hand recoil instinctively. The devil smiled a small, self-assured smile then stepped around Yuzu. He sat down at the spinning wheel and began to get to work.
Yuzu could only watch. She sat with her arms tight around her legs, her chin over her knees. The devil had a steady hand and with it, he did the impossible with magical ease: he turned the bales of straw into ingots of gold and other threads of it, too. Moreover, he was swift at his chore, as well, Yuzu had thought it would be impossible for him to do it but he made great pace.
Occasionally, Yuzu would try to make conversation with the devil, only to be promptly shushed. He was busy at work, after all, no time to talk. Regardless, Yuzu sulked. Or at least, she sulked up until she was too tired to sulk. She wasn’t sure when but she drifted off to sleep, the click of the spinning wheel was oddly comforting. So, she laid down, curling up against stacks of gold and straw that had yet to be transformed.
In the morning, she woke of her own accord but she was certain that the Prince and his guard would be on his way. She looked around and the devil was gone. As was the straw. All there was to remember him by was the gold - and something peculiar. Yuzu realised there was something soft on the ground with her. The devil had placed his scarf under her head, folded it up to be a pillow for her. Yuzu’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected a token of kindness from the devil, at least not one that wasn’t negotiated half to death. She smiled to herself and that smile gave her a little bit more strength which she would need.
Within the minute of her realisation of the devil’s kindness, the door opened. No knock this time and Prince Yuri flounced in. He gasped and exclaimed in greedy awe. His joy was fiendish as he pranced through, disbelieving his eyes but his hands confirmed what he was seeing was nothing but the purest gold.
“Oh, my dear,” he exclaimed, “you have done it again. Wonderful, truly wonderful.”
Yuzu got up and she held onto the scarf, balling it up, hoping that Prince Yuri wouldn’t notice but his eyes lingered on the fabric, probing his memory for… did she always have that on her person? Regardless, he had bigger things to worry about.
“I have decided,” he began, officially, “I want you to be my bride. Should you complete your next task, I would very much like it if we were wed. Then, you can spin all the straw in the world to gold.”
Yuzu grimaced. Her stomach churned. Prince Yuri was a monster, taking what he pleased and threatening her with his power. There was no way on Earth that Yuzu would ever agree to such a wedding but Prince Yuri chose to take her silence as a yes.
Thus, yet more straw was brought into the room. It was piled up methodically, making use of every possible inch of the room until there was more straw in the room than air to breathe. Bales were stacked on top of each other, again and again. Yuzu was all but buried in the room with the impossible amount of straw she was meant to spin into gold.
Locked inside once more, the sound of the door closing at all was muffled by the amount of straw that had been brought inside. Yuzu took a deep breath and her heart raced; her brow came down to a glare and she yelled. She yelled over and over for the devil and sure enough, he did appear before her once more.
In what little space was left in the room, the devil pressed up against Yuzu, his hands outstretched and grappling against the bales of straw. Yuzu felt very small in front of him like this, pinned to the straw and with the devil looking down at her.
“Thrice now, you have been in need of a trade or a deal.” the devil tutted.
Yuzu scowled, “I need the ultimate trade or deal. I’m running out of things to trade with you.”
“That’s quitter’s talk, you still have plenty to offer me.” the devil assured her.
“I want to escape this room. I’ll never see my father again if I am married to that horrible Prince Yuri.” Yuzu said.
“But you still need to uphold your offer to the prince, you cannot let this promise go unpaid. I won’t allow that. The straw will be spun into gold, I will do that for you, in exchange…” the devil murmured as he paused to peruse Yuzu’s person for his next thing to take from her.
“In exchange for?” Yuzu prompted him dubiously.
“In exchange for your firstborn child.” the devil said. “Take my hand in marriage instead, I will return you to your father and whilst I have my own work as a devil of contracts and covenants, what say you? You are after the ultimate contract so I offer you the covenant of marriage in return.”
Yuzu’s guts twisted. To get married to a devil or to get married to a devil. She wasn’t sure which one was worse.
“Well, what say you?” the devil asked.
“Do I at least get your name if I marry you?” Yuzu asked, half a harrumph to her voice, some fleeting bravado.
“Of course.” the devil replied.
Yuzu placed her hands on the devil’s chest and sighed, “This must be the part where I say I do.” She got up on her tiptoes and surprised the devil with a kiss.
The devil’s lips were cold but hers were warm. His eyes were wide open whereas Yuzu kept her eyes clenched shut. The kiss was awkward, took them both by surprise but the devil kissed back gently, easing into it and Yuzu smiled.
Yuzu broke the kiss first but the devil remained close and from his lips slipped his name, “You may call me Reiji.”
“Well it’s good to meet you, Reiji.” Yuzu whispered back.
The devil - Reiji - made an odd noise that made Yuzu laugh. He seemed harmlessly eccentric to Yuzu and he fidgeted with his glasses, excusing himself so he could get to work with the straw now that his and Yuzu’s ultimate contract had been made. He sat down at the spinning wheel and Yuzu watched. She was in a perky mood as she watched, tapping her feet and humming. Reiji smiled a small smile as he listened to her musical habits.
All around them, the bales of straw were transformed into gold but the first sprig of straw that Reiji spun, he stopped. He so easily manipulated it down to a smaller form and beckoned Yuzu closer. Her heart pounded but she got up and knelt by Reiji’s side. He took her hand with his own and then threaded on a simple, gold ring that had a criss-crossing diamond motif.
“With this,” he said, a softness to his voice, “our covenant will be known to all.”
Yuzu blushed and nodded. Reiji leaned over and kissed her forehead. She settled down, changing her position to sit and Reiji resumed his spinning. Yuzu didn’t try to initiate more chatting with Reiji as he was very busy but his presence was a comfort, as was the clicking of the spinning wheel. She tried to stay with him, awake, for as long as possible but as more and more straw was spun into gold, the less time there was in the day and so, naturally, Yuzu fell asleep.
In the morning, she was still asleep propped up by the spinning wheel and even had Reiji’s scarf draped over her once more. She woke up, blurry eyed but calm. She didn’t feel afraid of Prince Yuri when he and his posse made their arrival at the room she was locked inside of.
His eyes were wide as dinner plates as he marvelled at the mountains of gold that were inside of the room with his bride-to-be and the spinning wheel. Even Yuzu had great admiration for the pace at which Reiji worked but she remained on her hackles as she waited for Reiji. He had disappeared but she was certain that he would return for her, rescue her, the feeling of his lips on her own and the ring on her finger was a promise. He wouldn’t violate his own contract, Yuzu was certain.
Prince Yuri clasped his hands together and smacked his lips, “Oh, I hear wedding bells.”
Yuzu’s mouth twisted shut. She scowled, remained firm, but she was begging for Reiji to reappear in the blink of an eye once more. Especially now that Prince Yuri was sauntering towards her. She fidgeted where she stood, afraid of how his hand was reaching out to touch her but intervention struck.
Reiji grabbed Prince Yuri’s wrist and crushed it, “Correct,” Reiji said scathingly, “there shall be wedding bells but not for thee.”
“Reiji!” Yuzu gasped with a smile that was lit up with delight, she clasped her hands together and she knew she was saved.
“It is unlawful and against the contract for two men to marry the same woman, as I have already staked my claim with her, any advance from you would be ill-fated.” Reiji warned Prince Yuri.
Prince Yuri gritted his teeth and tried to rip his arm away from Reiji who was like a vice upon him, “Unhand me, you fie-” Prince Yuri’s words died on his tongue as his eyes travelled upwards and he saw the horns upon Reiji’s head.
“You have more than enough gold in this room to buy a different bride for yourself if that’s what you truly desire but you cannot have this one, she is mine.” Reiji snarled.
Prince Yuri gaped, pathetic. Reiji huffed and he let Prince Yuri go. He held his own wrist, there was frost on the sleeve of his jacket and undoubtedly the marks of a hand on his skin. Reiji’s eyes were cold but they warmed when his gaze flicked to Yuzu.
“Never contact me or my father again.” Yuzu snarled as she hurried to Reiji’s side.
Reiji smiled a covert smile as he let Yuzu latch onto his arm. Prince Yuri was stunned by this turn of events and in just the blink of an eye, his bride-to-be and the devil were gone. It was just Prince Yuri and his endless hoard of gold.
Yuzu was dizzy from the teleportation but she couldn’t believe it. She was home. She stood amid the green grass and the trees, the homestead that she had been born into and had never truly wanted to leave. She felt shaky with her excitement and the door of the house opened. Her Father was bewildered to see her and Yuzu ran up to her father. She gave him a huge bear hug and breathed deep his smell, the smell of their home and her stomach growled. She could smell breakfast in the kitchen and became all too aware that she hadn’t eaten for days.
“What’s the matter, Yuzu?” her Father asked.
“The prince was mistreating me but don’t worry, I’ve escaped.” Yuzu told him.
Shuzou pulled back and he caressed his daughter’s face with a deep expression of rue and regret on his own, “I’m sorry for letting them take you away, I’ve been lonely without you but I had no idea that they could be so cruel.”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine now.” Yuzu said and she wriggled out of the receptive hug she had pulled him into. She showed him her hand and glanced back at Reiji who stood, cast aside and awkwardly, “In exchange for my rescue and safety, I’ve had to promise myself to him.”
Reiji approached, trying to make himself seem small so as to make a good impression. Even though Shuzou could clearly see the devil in Reiji, his horns and his tail, he welcomed Reiji into his house, complete with a hug.
With Yuzu returned home and the rumours of the miller’s daughter who could spin straw into gold quelled, Reiji did disappear. He came and went as he pleased, more like a pet cat than a husband but in his attempt to shroud his mystique, his intentions only became clearer. Each stint of absence shortening and what he spent with Yuzu and her father lengthened. He had a job and it was not to grind flour or rice to powder, like Yuzu and her father, but he was still upholding the covenant that he owed to Yuzu. Eventually he and Yuzu welcomed a firstborn child into the world and he was beloved immensely by his unusual, little family and together, they lived happily ever after.
Why am I not surprised :P, anyway this is gonnna be super long, so it will have to be under read more:
General:
Rate the Ship - Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? - They would last forever cuz they’re both long-commited people <3
How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Not quickly, and even if it was, they would take too long to figure out like the two oblivious blockheads they are… maybe Yuzu wouldn’t take too long realizing, but would be a bit intimidated if she isn’t sure of his feelings.
How was their first kiss? - I kinda waddle between a surprise peck from Yuzu to Reiji and in between a rougher kiss when the sexual tension is a bit too much to handle :P
Wedding:
Who proposed? - Reiji most likely, but if we’re honest Yuzu had probably figured out that he would ask her but didn’t want to pressure him because she knows feelings are hard for him.
Who is the best man/men? - Yuya would likely be Reiji’s best man, and maybe after much begging proding Sawatari would sneak his way into it to everyone’s dismay.
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Yuzu would probably had an entire group made of it, just to the top of my head: Yoko, Masumi, Serena, Ayu (although she could be the flower girl too), Asuka, Reira, maybe even Himika lol.
Who did the most planning? - Neither, Himika took over quickly and wanted to argue about it either, because no one would win this conversation against her :’D
Who stressed the most? - I have a feeling Reiji would have a slowly rising stress at the thought of everything and how big it feels, Yuzu wouldn’t get stressed in the emotional part but she would get stressed by all the things Himika plans to put on the wedding and basically turning it into a public event (which she already had second thought about.)
How fancy was the ceremony? -Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (Unwillingly lol, I kinda imagine them as the type of people who would compromise to the big ceremony Himika wants, but the party would be far more private, only friends and family)
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Leo, even if he was invited, I have a feeling he wouldn’t want to come lol.
Sex:
Who is on top? - I think they switch depending on the mood.
Who is the one to instigate things? - Yuzu, hands down, like after the awkwardness of the first time, I feel she would defitely do it.
How healthy is their sex life? -Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now
How kinky are they? -Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head
How long do they normally last? - I don’t know? I mean it probably varies, but they probably aren’t the type of having ‘quickies’ so I’d say from normal lenght to more? >.>
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - I imagine Reiji is a little too obssesed with ‘performing well’ so he probably does worry about this, but I don’t think Yuzu keeps track
How rough are they in bed? -Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (lol, Yuzu probably tried to get Reiji to be rough once and he ended up feeling bad about it xD)
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.
Children:
How many children will they have naturally? - Not gonna lie, I think they would have 2 at most
How many children will they adopt? - I mean, they’re already the mom and dad of the team, so I think they technically have plenty of adopted people around.
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Neither, I think Nakajima gets to be a nanny and bodyguard
Who is the stricter parent? - People on the outside would think it’s Reiji, but it’s actually Yuzu, not that she would get to be a control freak, but let’s face it: Reiji was probably a pretty free range child and would think it’s okay then Yuzu would get like “You can’t be serious.” face.
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Yuzu most likely, but Reiji could be like in a situation where he forbids something and the kids go like “but weren’t you already doing far more dangerous stuff than me at that age?” and he would get stuck, Yuzu would unflinchinly say something on the lines of “I did a lot of things at your age that won’t be doing.”
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - They live in a paradox where they remeber to pack their kids lunches but forget their own.
Who is the more loved parent? - they’re both loved, but the kids probably know it’s easier to manipulate Reiji into agreeing to things Yuzu never would. (you can’t convince me Reiji wouldn’t be weak for his children.)
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both take turns, but I can imagine Yuzu is more likely to get into a incident related to her temper and get banned from attending :P
Who cried the most at graduation? - Yuzu in public, both in private,
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Reiji, but for once not because of his permissive tendencies, but because now they managed to piss their dad and it’s gonna be him the one to discipline them, and they’ll remember to never push him too far again.
Cooking:
Who does the most cooking? - I can’t see either cooking much, Reiji is probably clueless and Yuzu may know basic stuff like rice balls or pancakes but that’s it, this is probably another things that falls under Nakajima’s tasks :P
Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Reiji, for virtue of having most likely grown with personal cooks or chefs
Who does the grocery shopping? - Surprisingly Reiji, because Yuzu still can’t shake the habit of buying during sales and on a budget and Reiji doesn’t like to be stingy with food.
How often do they bake desserts? - Not too often, because Reiji doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth and Yuzu may have some every once on a while but she prefers fruity flavors than sweets.
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Man, I feel that since Yuzu is more active than Reiji (pro duelist) she would go for meat and more protein diet, whereas Reiji is a salad guy.
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Reiji would take Yuzu to expensive places to eat.
Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Yuzu is a social butterfly, so she would like to be out more often and avoid Reiji of becoming a full-blown recluse
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - I would say Reiji if I would believe he wouldn’t follow recipes to the T, maybe he would end up screwing up something but not to that level, Yuzu would probably do it for confusion over the fancy kitchen and what button does what.
Chores:
Who cleans the room? - I think Reiji would be the type to want things tidy and ordered, so he does most of the time without really thinking about it.
Who is really against chores? - Neither, but they have specific chores they do and some don’t even cross their mind it needs to be done: Reiji? Likes things clean and ordered, but ask him if he knows how to do laundry. Yuzu? Very good at keeping thing “clean” but it’s she’s probably the type to have an organized mess.
Who cleans up after the pets? - I don’t think they would have pets.
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Yuzu lol
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Both do but for different reasons, Reiji for planning but he hides it well and Yuzu because she has to remember etiquette and all.
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Pfft no one, because Reiji doesn’t handle cash, maybe they’d be more prone to find cards
Misc:
Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Both do lol, I imagine Reiji is very thorough with cleaning himself, while Yuzu just likes to relax.
Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Again, they woulnd’t have pets so… next.
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Yuzu definitely does and Reiji indulges her even if he has to bear with wearing an ugly xmas sweater,
What are their goals for the relationship? - I don’t see Yuzu as doing long-term goals (she’s more on the impulsive side) but Reiji probably sees themselves growing old together <3
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Yuzu on her off days.
Who plays the most pranks? - Yuzu may do it… I think? But nah.
when I started shipping it if I did: Oh, I kinda liked it early on cuz I thought it would be cute and I have a bit of a soft spot for the rival x heroine pairs. And then I forgot it existed and it also never took off. But then like, after Ray was revealed and Reiji and the BGirls are “related” and it was bad to ship them, guess who was like GUESS I’M HERE NOW!! And then it turned a thousand times worse cuz Rose is the worst enabler ever and so are you omg
my thoughts: honestly, they probably did get closer after the whole ray reveal and in another universe, I definitely see them getting together and her taunting him about having a sister fetish asdlkfja;klds
What makes me happy about them: eveRY THINGA BOUT THEM1! The height difference, the fact that she so social and he’s... so clearly not, I love the opposites and I just think they’d be such a cute couple aaah
What makes me sad about them: that they didn’t fucking have one gd conversation together god
things done in fanfic that annoys me: nothing because i love everything that’s written for them
things I look for in fanfic: anything tbh
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: oh yuya, easily. i often end up having it be a threeway.
My happily ever after for them: that they have one... tbh.. i am not picky
who is the big spoon/little spoon: he is the big spoon and is always embarrassed af when he gotta be the little spoon.
NOTP | I’m leaning to NOTP | Its.. Okay? | Huh, wasn’t aware of that one. | Its Alright! | Cute | I love it! | Adorable! | I ship it! | OTP | STRONG OTP |
Their relationship is the heart and soul of the show, I just love them so much I don’t know what else to say besides they’re just so good and sweet
Classical
NOTP | I’m leaning to NOTP | Its.. Okay? | Huh, wasn’t aware of that one. | Its Alright! | Cute | I love it! | Adorable! | I ship it! | OTP | STRONG OTP |
Everyday I find that somehow someone else ships this crackship, my power grows, but seriously they look cute together and I can see there being real chemistry together, so I love all love for them
