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For Loving His Rival🎭 (Alastor X Fem Reader)

This was originally just supposed to be an idea fic write down, but then the idea post blew up and I decided, why not?

The reason for fem reader being an android/robot

Since I was making them be Vox's sister, I also had to take in account of the time they were born/grew up in. The 1950s SUCKED for women.

Sure, the fashion is nice and all, but women were drugged up to be kept docile, and treated terribly.

-Like robots, expected to be able to do everything as told and not talk back.

As for making them advanced tech, I wanted to give the idea that they were beyond serving. A woman of the future, not a Betty-Bot of the 50s. To have a thought process that's past the 1950s and more.

I saw when someone reblogged this, that being @sadtragediess , I freaked out lol. But I also kinda agree with their idea of Nebula from Guardians of The Galaxy.

I wanted to be kinda vague of how reader looked. She can do all these cool things (kinda like Nebula) but I didn't want to say too much about her appearance.

That's why I put down in Part 1 that they can change their look instantly.

Because I know how powerful imagination can be and I wanted to see what you readers imagined of how this character looked like.

2. The name Veronica

Mostly chose this name because it was the only one I could think of. Don't get me wrong, Veronica is a powerful and beautiful name, and it's also the opposite of Betty (Betty-Bot), but it was chosen by Vox in this fic.

Of course she wouldn't want something her asshole brother gave her, just so she can fit in with his "image." She wouldn't want to be part of anything that Vox made.

3. The name Babe

Since Veronica is the opposite of Betty, I had to go searching for something that might work as a similar but different meaning for Betty. While going through definitions for Betty, I stumbled upon Babe.

-Babe, in the 1920s slang, means an attractive young woman.

Alastor would definitely call his love a babe.

4. References

Now I'm not sure if anyone noticed them but meh. Not the S2 references.

I thought it would be fun to include the Heathers from the musical because of fem reader's stage name being Veronica.

-That's why Velvette calls them traffic lights. (Beginning of Part 3)

Also added the door bit, but switched JD with Vox and the reason why the door was being banged on. (Part 4)

I unintentionally added a Hamilton line but just went with it. (Part 10) And I added another just for fun.

5. Songs

The songs were important to me. Each one had to be carefully selected to go along with the story.

Life Will Change by Lyn Inaizumi - Persona 5: Reader is challenging Vox.

Training Season by Dua Lipa: Reader is singing about Alastor.

When I Fall in Love by Nat King Cole: Alastor kinda set himself up with that song, because Reader is already in love with him, and now all he had to do was follow.

You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore: A middle finger to Vox, just to taunt him.

Bewitched by Laufey: Reader hinting that she fell in love with Alastor when they first met.

La Vie en Rose (listening to Edith Piaf): Alastor is showing he's in love.

Thank you to everyone who put down their love songs! I listened to all of them when I got the chance and took note of who would sing what. It was mostly Alastor singing lol.

6. Comments

I read the comments when I can, and I love to see how you (the reader) react to the story.

Thank you @marukun for that fun comment. It was funny to put it in Part 10, because even though its not shown, Vox is definitely losing his shit lol.

-(He's raging, then he's sobbing, raging again while sobbing, and then back to just sobbing with ice cream this time.)

-Valentino and Velvette watch lol.

-Velvette sends the video to Babe later.

To @artisticbishoujorin , yes. Velvette does ship the two, but pretends to be indifferent. Valentino is jealous but he's mostly like: "She wasn't even that hot anyway." Ya know, like most asshole men who get rejected.

Also, I had to make sure that Alastor and Reader covered their bases of what and what was ok before they got physical.

7. Tony

I was kinda panicking because I was like, oh shit. Veronica needs a manager! So while typing Part 2, Tony was born.

Tony, or Antonia, loves money. Her sin was greed but she got better about it after meeting Veronica. (Still loves money tho.)

At first when writing Tony, I thought of a fat, money hungry, slimy, old guy who was in charge.

-But I've seen movies with those types of characters in the music industry, so I changed Tony in my brain and came up with a kinda tired, money loving, foody, who also cares about her friend.

[Yes, I love Tony too.]

8. Vox

I had this idea since last year, just sitting in my drafts because I didn't know where to go with it. And then S2 of Hazbin came out. Getting some background on Vox definitely helped.

Writing Vox for this was tricky as it was easy.

I wanted him to make his sister's business his business. But I didn't want to make it like a brother is in love with sister, because I do NOT write incest. Ew. 🤢 That gives me gross vibes. Yuck. 🤮

S2 really helped with writing him.

Since he was obsessed with being the best, he would naturally get jealous of his sister getting attention from their parents.

-The reason why was because reader was around her late teens to early twenties. Which is the time to be married in the 1950s, so their parents were looking for a suitor. Buying new dresses, taking her to parties, and so on.

(So like any insane person, he kills them.)

Once he realizes why, he immediately uses his sister for his own personal gain.

Then when he finds her in Hell, he's shocked and angry. Her technology is advanced, way better than his.

So he continues to use her to improve his Vox-tech, stealing her ideas and labeling them as his own.

9. Backstory

In order for our main character to go to Hell, I had to have them commit a sin.

Thinking of the era and how far medical advancements have gone, I also had to take in account of the mistreatment of people in mental asylums.

It wasn't written down, but Vincent put his sister in the worst place, and even paid extra to have her mistreated. That's why the doctors didn't listen to anything she said.

Like a puppet hanging on it's last string, she snaps when hearing Vincent is dead. She's free of him.

Of course someone would go crazy after being abused for so long.

She's around her twenties when she dies.

10. Alastor

I'm going to ramble for a sec but I did not expect to have a Tumblr page almost dedicated to Alastor fanfiction/art. He's taken over 🥲

As Marukun put it, yes. He did not plan on falling in love with fem reader at all. It was supposed to be haha funny. But then it turned to haha...oh crap. Then it got serious lol.

I feel like I kinda rushed it but idk. It was still fun to write him panicking, because of course he would panic if he found out he fell in love.

I like Part 4, when he ignores Vox and picks her up. Because he thought he would walk into something funny, but instead the Radio Demon saw the reality of the situation and quickly changed his tune.

I also liked that after the kiss (Part 7), he unknowingly starts treating their temporary partnership like a real relationship.

vv Forgot this little detail! vv

1920s slang- It was important that I added a few slang words. And cash or check means: kiss now or later? Idk if anyone noticed but our deer boy got kisses after cashing in the favors.

If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment!

Thanks for reading!

I hope this was a fun read. I almost always add little bits of hints in my stories, but then sometimes I realize not everyone will get it lol. I still enjoy it though.

~Seline, the person.

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The Sun Makes the Crown Shine

Bonus Notes.

☕︎ Teatime: Masterlist ⇽ Look back: And the Flowers Bloom.

        Riddle never saw you again after that, not up close, at least. Sometimes when he looked up from his books to rest his eyes, he would spot you with friends or family. While his study-room remained crowded with books, the sun remained shining outside and shed rays across the clean desk to him. The breeze continued to bring fresh air and coolness to whatever it kissed, and your smile continued to light up the world outside his quiet room.

You.

        He initially thought the way you pranced around would be weeded out as you grew. Your behaviour was implorable, and his mother would be sure to scrunch her nose in distaste if she were to ever meet you. Your parents were respectable people as well, so surely they would instruct you on how to carry yourself lest you bring any embarrassment.

already thinking of you meeting his mom

        “Is there a problem?”          Same smile. You looked away from the rosebed, your mouth already curving as you waved him off. “No. I was just admiring.”         That was understandable, the garden really was magnificent. Riddle found himself smiling, nodding his head while casting his gaze over it as well. “Yes. Night Raven College is full of beautiful sights, but I doubt any live up to…” Wait a moment. Riddle narrowed his eyes, swiveling his head to see not a single glimpse of red. “They’re all white.”         “There’s still time,” came your quick response. “You know Cater will paint them all.”         “That is true…” He never had to worry about Trey or Cater. Regardless, it was a little unnerving for them to be unfinished so close to the party.         Riddle continued to stare, thinking for a few seconds before turning to you again. “It seems you’ve settled just fine into your role.” When you first became King after he took the Housewarden position, you blindly accepted without knowing the rules. Not only have you stopped breaking them, but now you even knew who had which duty.          “It’s easier when you get the hang of it, Housewarden.” 

 looking out for rulebreakers.

        Yet he found his eyes still following you, with the way you continued to study the roses. What in them did you see that you didn’t look away? Something that no one else did? Possibilities of what they could be?

he's projecting so hard ugh. following a conversation where he thinks you both are on the same page (looking out for broken rules): "no one else [sees]" why he’s so intent on upholding the rules. “Possibilities of what” YOU “could be” TO HIM.

 This also shows that in this story, to each other, you are roses in your own ways.

        His grip tightened, nearly shaking from the strength of it before he whirled to you. “You understand, don’t you?”         You also stood from your seat a while ago when he shot up, but remained silent in the disaster. Now you stiffened, brows raised while pointing at yourself. “Me?”         Who else but you? You saw the difference between his meek younger self and how strong he was now—a leader, a housewarden, the Queen of Hearts. You knew the rules and you even knew whose role was which. And you—

Looks to you for validation when no one else gives it. 1) ur important to him. Obviously. 2) convinced you have the same opinions about the rules as he does, as you never say to abandon them, but use other methods to downplay the punishment that gives off the image you are involved. This includes asking for a trial, trying to talk with him, and using technicalities (such as how the roses still have time to be painted).

“3) FINDS COMFORT IN YOU/YOUR SHARED BELIEFS”

        “You were the one to request I only warn them, and I did. I did not punish these first-years as I should have, and look what has happened!” His staff whirled back to point at the offenders while you raised your hands. “One steals a tart and then dares to bring a chestnut type to this unbirthday party, ruining it!”

Ur scared of being beheaded as well.

        “You were the one to request I only warn them, and I did. I did not punish these first-years, and look what has happened!” His staff whirled back to point at the offenders while you raised your hands. “One steals a tart and then dares to bring a chestnut type to this unbirthday party, ruining it!”         “It’s not ruined—”         “And now he and his friend are both undermining the Rules! You give them an inch, and they take a mile! Entertaining rulebreakers brings nothing but disaster!” Riddle didn’t bother to wait for you, his face twisted in an ugly scowl as he swung his wand towards everyone present. “If you cannot obey me, then all of your heads will roll!” …         What was the problem? Why, again, did you force that smile on—no, why was it worse? Did you not understand? Even when he explained to you and you saw all the evidence firsthand?  …         What would it take for you to understand? You understood, did you not? …         “Enough!” It was the first time he screamed at you. Riddle would have staggered just as you did if his vein wasn’t fighting against his skin. “I should have your head for that, but I will show leniency only because you are King and must’ve had your mind warped by those rulebreakers!” he snapped. “Rules create order. Organize people. Manage mayhem and prevent chaos. You need to stop coddling those who step out of line!”

Riddle believes you have the same beliefs about the rules. What you’re “not understanding” is that you can’t coddle them, which he believes you have a habit of doing due to all your meddling.

        But they did not, and while Riddle grew inside his home, he watched you flourish with each passing day. Your strides grew longer and your voice settled into something more stable than a child’s, yet the grin remained the same. So did the complimenting, so did the supporting and being supported, so did the jokes. All of it remained the same, yet unlike the other constants in his life, it was unbridled and burst free like the rustling leaves of the tree that day.  …         The two were dragged off. Like smog, Riddle could finally breathe again when their ridiculous yells and complaints were silenced through distance. “Now, let’s forget that unpleasantness and carry on with our party. We must make sure to hold the croquet tournament today, after all.” A loud sigh left him when the hands of the clock told him a most unfortunate story. “We’re fifteen minutes behind schedule! Simply dreadful! [Name], let’s continue eating.” He turned to you with a large smile, eager to continue conversing now that the problem was solved only to freeze when you were staring after the rulebreakers.         What was the problem? Why, again, did you force that smile on—no, why was it worse? Did you not understand? Even when he explained to you and you saw all the evidence firsthand?          Riddle stared. Something whispered in his head and drowned out your reply as he stood slack.         What would it take for you to understand? You understood, did you not?         His chest felt tight for the most unknown reason. Riddle quietly breathed, your face morphing with confusion in his vision before he grit his teeth and sat back down.

 Riddle sees you as a comfort and the only one who understands him and a large part of who he is (rules). He also sees your supporting nature as something very special, as he grew up watching you support others while he himself lived in a home without any sincere, warm, loving support. Seeing you disagree with him and something so integral/important to him is very upsetting, and losing your support and, even worse, being hated by you for these rules adds onto the anxiety.

He is also affected by the blot at this time, which I believe negatively influences the mind, so he begins spiralling about it here.

        “You will always be alone!” He only came to ask why you weren’t beside him. He thought that the strange tension during the unbirthday party would disappear, but then you did not see him again until tonight. Now that tension was snapping at him, frozen still as his wide eyes stayed on you. “Riddle, please. I’m not saying this because I want to break some rule. I don’t care about them.”  ...         What were you saying? Where was this coming from? Riddle’s mind whirled, mouth parted to take a few stilling breaths before speaking quietly. “You’re doing this because of those students, aren’t you?” The very ones that had caused so much trouble. The hands you had raised in frustration dropped as he continued. “What do you think rules are for? You witnessed what—”         “Riddle, the Rules are dumb!” His mouth snapped shut and teeth gritted together at the incredulous interruption. “They have no reason to them! Jam for the dormouse, sing when a hedgehog sneezes, the King always being with the Queen, the exact tea I’m supposed to drink when—what’s the reason for them?!” you demanded. Demanded. “I’m surprised there isn’t a rule telling me how much air I should breathe in—!”         “Enough!” It was the first time he screamed at you. Riddle would have staggered just as you did if his vein wasn’t fighting against his skin. “I should have your head for that, but I will show leniency only because you are King and must’ve had your mind warped by those rulebreakers!” he snapped. “Rules create order. Organize people. Manage mayhem and prevent chaos. You need to stop coddling those who step out of line!” ...         “You don’t even know how much you’re isolating yourself. It’s sad.” Your words tore through the hallway worse than his yells ever could. It upheaved whatever fragile peace he was holding onto as it ripped into his head. “Cater is the only new friend you have since you came here. He and Trey can’t even speak to you properly, and honestly, neither can I. Just look how you’re acting now.” Was that a scoff he just heard? “God, it’s suffocating being around you.”         Is that why you weren’t by his side today? Even when it broke a rule? Did he suffocate you?         No. That wasn’t it.         “You really have been deluded by them.” Of course you have. Unlike him you were weak because you did not follow the rules like he did, because your parents did not nurture you like his mother. Of course your mind would be more open to likewise individuals than it was to him.

Riddle cannot accept it when you finally go against him and who he is. Being told that he was going to be alone forever by you, who he wanted to be close with, starts tipping him over the edge and then you admitting you did not like being around him pushes him entirely into denial and convinces him that you're dumb and don't know better because you did not have parents like his mother.

        You weren’t yelling anymore, but your words still managed to choke his throat. “I’m worried about you and what you’re doing to everyone, including yourself! You’re diligent and you’re hardworking and I really think you can do whatever you set your mind to.” Yes, he was, so why in the world were you complaining? “But even if you become the best doctor or whatever in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland, you will end up alone! Don’t you see that?” you asked pleadingly. “What you’re doing?!” 

You automatically think he's trying to be his mother because he follows her so diligently and is now acting like her.

        His tone was much calmer and free from any anger now. He rarely ever directed it at you (he didn’t need to), so why did you still so quickly face him and wave him off? “It’s nothing. The Ramshackle student will be lost if we just leave like this, though.” ...         Riddle continued to stare, thinking for a few seconds before turning to you again. “It seems you’ve settled just fine into your role.” When you first became King after he took the Housewarden position, you blindly accepted without knowing the rules. Not only have you stopped breaking them, but now you even knew who had which duty.  ...          What were you saying? Where was this coming from? Riddle’s mind whirled, mouth parted to take a few stilling breaths before speaking quietly. “You’re doing this because of those students, aren’t you?” The very ones that had caused so much trouble. The hands you had raised in frustration dropped as he continued. “What do you think rules are for? You witnessed what—” ...         “Enough!” It was the first time he screamed at you. Riddle would have staggered just as you did if his vein wasn’t fighting against his skin. “I should have your head for that, but I will show leniency only because you are King and must’ve had your mind warped by those rulebreakers!” he snapped. “Rules create order. Organize people. Manage mayhem and prevent chaos. You need to stop coddling those who step out of line!” ...         “This isn’t your fault, so I’ll overlook it for today. Maybe a good night’s rest will set your mind straight.” Riddle smiled at you, the lights illuminating the way he almost laughed in the face of your dense, bewildered frown staring back. “I expect you to know where you stand in the morning.” ...         You broke off with a sigh and a halfhearted shrug. “You weren’t yourself. I always saw you studying by your window growing up—” What. You saw him too? “And I knew about your mom, so I thought that everything here was cuz’ of her, but really the few days before… Are you okay?”

Riddle says he didn't ever need to direct his anger at you, but then reveals you also used to break the rules. Even when he's getting angry with you later, he still tries to calm himself down and reason with you instead of instantly shutting you down. This means that 1) he's in denial about his favouritism to you or may not even realise it. 2) Riddle really loves you, enough to sometimes not punish as harshly at your behest and enough to just guide you through the rules instead of ever punishing you. 3) when he screams at you but doesn't even feel bad for it, and when he starts acting demeaning and thinking lowly of you, he's acting strangely. this is the blot affecting him negatively as his stress from your argument reaches its peak.

4) even though he starts thinking lowly of you, it still works out in your favour as it saves you from a beheading and he doesn't punish you. He wouldn't even entertain the thought of letting you go if you were anyone else (except maybe Trey). Your supposed "stupidity" doesn't diminish his affections towards you and he still ends up giving you special treatment.

        “I heard that there was trouble in paradise.” The floating form giggled as he avoided the boy’s hand and dropped the crown on your head. “Long live the King and Queen. And their partnership, yes of course.”

Chenya knows he likes you. Then again who wouldnt have they seen how he acts with u.

        Riddle smiled when stared at him with such wide eyes. The bright colour of his magestone faded as the flower with the same colour as your irises settled, brushing against your cheek and adding colour to your face in such a way that anyone was bound to take a second look. “It fails to cover the scratch entirely, but I doubt your parents would be upset if they were to even notice anything.” And he was confident they would not. Not when they’d be too distracted to notice the slight bit that popped out.

HES PROJECTING SO HARD UGHHHHHHHHHH

ive been reviewing this story so much so anything that might not make sense just ignore it. dont let some reasoning that doesnt make sense to u bother u while reading lol theres a reason the notes are separate. ill do the final editing ofc but that will take a while just because this oneshot is completed and ive read this so many times that i think i need ample break before editing it with a fresh brain. i dont think there will be many differences tho so be rest assured.

i didnt explain everything cuz i want u guys to read and make ur own conclusions i feel like theres so much fun in that. i just explained the things that may be confusing or have more explanation.

i hope u enjoyed ✨ have a good day and life everyone!

☕︎ Teatime: Masterlist ⇽ Look back: And the Flowers Bloom.

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I love it when authors are giving tags and they endlessly say the phrase “__if you squint” like yeah, if I squint there’s a lot there that’s not

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Did you know that Peter Hinwood, the actor who played Rocky in The Rocky Horror Picture Show didn't have a long career as an actor, and instead went on to become an antiques dealer, of all the jobs? That's my first Good Omens human AU plotted for me, thank you very much.

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“You’ve always been so good with children, Mai,”  Rei said.  “But you’ve never talked about having any of your own.”

This hadn’t been the first time someone had asked her about this.

As she searched for the words to a concise answer, Mai pulled her mom’s old house key from her neck and dangled it in front of the baby in her arms.  “What is that, Touya?  What’s that?”  It wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought about it.  Mai liked children, and many of the hundreds she’d rescued or helped rescue had taken a liking to her.  Ayako had often told her she would be a good mother.  And yet, “My Quirk is distressing, Rei.  It's not fire or ice. It's not a power I can just stop using. What it allows me to see and experience is so real and so intense that if I were to pass that along to any potential children, or some variation of it…if I were to wake up in the middle of the night because a son or daughter of mine was inconsolable over a nightmare, knowing I’m the cause, I don’t think I could live with myself.”

Rei put a hand on her back.  “You’ve never told me this.  I knew your abilities troubled you sometimes, but——”

“No, don’t worry about it,”  Mai said with a smile.  “The idea of not having kids doesn’t bother me, really it doesn't.  It just means I’ll have to be content with being an auntie to this little one.  Isn’t that right, you little firebug?”

By now, Touya had grabbed ahold of the key and was trying to tug it away from her.  Mai stuck her tongue out at him.

...

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,”  Aunt Mai said.  “I don’t want you to go to the mountain.”

“But——”

“We’re going to…”  He watched her face scrunch up in search of an idea.  Mom did the same thing sometimes.  She used to.  “The zoo.  We are going to the zoo.”

“What?”

“Yep.  You and your siblings.  We’ll head there tomorrow.”  At that, she pushed away from the table and rose to her full height.  She was a little taller than Mom, so he was barely higher than her elbow, and yet for some reason, he always felt so much smaller next to her.  Bringing her hands together in a light clap, Mai said with a wide smile,  “We’ll go see the animals, we’ll get ice cream, and we’ll all have a wonderful time.  Sound good, Firebug?”

Touya stared at her.  “I’m not five anymore.”

“Neither am I, what’s your point?”  She crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side so that her long braid dangled off her shoulder.  “Don’t go acting tough with me.  I know for a fact you still love polar bears.”

He supposed they hadn’t gone to the zoo, or anywhere fun, in a long time. Mom was never the same after Shouto was born, and Dad didn't have time for any of them aside from Shouto. And from the look in her eyes, Aunt Mai knew it, too.

...

(on phone) "This isn't a good time, Naru."

"This is important."

"Is it more important than teaching my niece and nephews how to make tea, preferably without it winding up in someone's face?"

"..."

"..."

"...carry on."

"That's what I thought. Talk later."

...

If you saw my other post notes on this crossover and read the snippet I wrote with Mai and Hawks, you probably already saw that I have the Ghost Hunt cast aged up quite a bit compared to the usual fandom stuff I do.  To clarify, in the current timeline of My Hero’s canon, Mai is forty-six years old.  (She’s actually a month older than Endeavor. There’s nothing significant about that; it’s just petty ‘I’m marginally older than you,’ fodder and I think that’s funny.)

In this crossover, Mai chose to never have children.  Since Quirks are hereditary, she feared passing her Retrocognition and the Death Dreams that come with it along to potential descendants and what it might mutate into over the generations.  She decided her power was one of pain and anguish and she refused to willingly inflict that on someone else.  That said, she did grow up with Rei, so she is very close with Rei’s children and inevitably got herself entangled in the family’s toxic dynamics.  But here is the conundrum I’m having with exploring avenues for this crossover because there are three ways to look at Mai’s presence and how it affects My Hero’s canon, particularly the events revolving around Touya’s ‘death’ and how Mai’s dreams work:

Scenario 1:  The fire and feeling every second of that experience firsthand through one of her dreams was traumatic enough that she was deceived into believing he died.  Canon events continue as normal.

Scenario 2:  Since Touya wasn’t actually killed by the fire, the incident wouldn’t trigger one of her dreams, and therefore she would know he didn’t die, which firmly lands him in missing person territory.  Investigation ensues.

Scenario 3:  The fire never happened.

The reason for this last one is based on this previous post, but the main part of it is Mai definitely is a character who has the mental fortitude and determination to stand up to someone like Endeavor, and the absence of that character-type is a huge part of how and why the situation in the Todoroki family got so out of hand.  Rei would not stand up to the threat to herself or her children, and the kids were too young to do so for themselves even if they were able to understand their family dynamic was not normal/healthy.  No one was checking Endeavor’s behavior.  Enter the very angry sister-in-law and her, “Fuck around and find out, I dare you,” mentality.

That said, I do have the headcanon that adult Mai is also super wary around kids due to her many, many close encounters with weird kids/ghost kids in canon.  So I think her method of dealing with Touya’s increasingly erratic behavior is probably a mixture of resignation, turning to the other three and saying, “Promise me your teenage years won’t be like this,” and then having to go talk the little pyromaniac down from whatever frenzy he’s worked himself into because apparently neither parent was going to do it.

Bringing us to the million dollar question: Can Mai deal with Touya?

Well…between how quickly she interceded with what the creepy Yoshimi kids were up to and her lifelong career of dealing with arrogant, little shits…yes, yes she can.  If she can handle Naru’s arrogance, Ayako and Takigawa’s bickering, and Yasuhara’s bullshit all in the same day, she can handle a thirteen year old having a crisis.

Plus, I think if she knew he was on Sekoto Peak, waiting for his dad in the dark and the cold, it would probably bring up some uncomfortable memories of what happened to Kenji, so she definitely would’ve gone looking for him.