#nijimayu

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IM REALLY LATE WITH THIS IM SORRY but Nijimayuaka cuddling??? If its not too much trouble??🌈🤍❤️

Nijimayuaka !! 🌈🤍❤️

I took way too long for a simple sketch, sorry the brainrot is leaving me, replaced by my original story

[nijihimu]

[umisabaku]

Hello! Your fic Your Heart Ain't Cold (Cuz It Burns) got me addicted to NijiMayu so I was wondering if I could get some more of it? Maybe a continuation of that one KNB mermaid au? I also just want to say that D:M was the first KNB fic I ever read and I even went and watched Haikyu, Free, and Oofuri just so I could understand the fics. Thank you so much for writing this wonderful story!

“As always, it is a pleasure doing business with you, Chihiro,” the Sharkfolk captain says as they wrap up their negotiations for the day. Mayuzumi has learned to ignore the way Nijimura croons and practically bats his eyelashes. It’s very unprofessional, but strictly speaking, they shouldn’t be negotiating over dinner at fancy restaurants either. But as long as Nijimura is paying, Mayuzumi doesn’t care. “When can I see you again?”

“You’ll see me tomorrow during the conference,” Mayuzumi says.

“Don’t be mean. As much as I love our negotiations, it would be nice to do something casual for once.”

Mayuzumi is unimpressed, and decides he better stop this before Nijimura gets too carried away. “You know, I really wasn’t expecting the Sharkfolk to lean so heavily on seduction tactics during negotiations, but I have to say, you didn’t really go about it in a smart way.”

Nijimura freezes, his fork halfway to his mouth. Casually, he says, “Seduction tactics?”

“The flirtation strategies you’re all using? It would have been much more effective if you weren’t all doing it at the same time. Out of curiosity, do they teach Seduction 101 in shark school?”

Nijimura puts his fork down and says, “You think we’re flirting strategically?”

Mayuzumi rolls his eyes, a little offended that Nijimura is continuing with this dumb act. “Please. Give me a little credit. All five of your shark generals are pursuing Merfolk like teenagers on their first class trip--”

“Midorima has repeatedly reassured me he is not the one doing the pursuing--”

“--So either every Sharkfolk who came to this peace conference has discovered hormones for the first time in their lives, or you’re trying to gain the advantage in negotiations. It really didn’t take much to put the pieces together on that one.” Mayuzumi deliberately doesn’t point out that Nijimura has been flirting with him this entire time. And given that no one in their right mind flirts with a lionfish-type, Mayuzumi thought his actions very telling. 

Nijimura glances down at his food, and for the first time since he’s met him, looks faintly embarrassed. Mayuzumi feels Nijimura should be embarrassed, because it was such an obvious tactic, and really, if they alternated on their negotiation strategies, it would have been much more effective. There was no reason all of them should try it.

But then Nijimura speaks slowly. “Sharkfolk are raised in a fairly militant environment. We’re supposed to be devoted to war and nothing else. We also don’t have as many children as Merfolk do, so there’s fewer of us and we usually grow up together like siblings. Now that we’re entering a peace treaty with the Merfolk, we suddenly find ourselves able to relax for the first time, and with a much wider dating pool than we ever had before.” 

Mayuzumi stares at him. For a very long time.

Nijimura clears his throat. “I’ll try telling the others to cool it again, but they didn’t listen the first ten times.”

“Are you telling me you’re actually all just really horny?” Mayuzumi exclaims. 

“It’s been very frustrating, I assure you. Not only has it made it impossible to control my generals, but I really thought we’d have more advantages in negotiations than this. I’ll be honest, I was hoping we’d be able to intimidate Merfolk more, but apparently all it takes is a pretty Merfolk swishing their tails in our direction, and all reason goes out the window.”

“Wait. Wait, have these actually been dates?”

“Well, I’ve been trying, but you don’t make it easy for a guy, Chihiro,” Nijimura says, smiling.

Mayuzumi opens his mouth and then shuts it. 

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words,” Nijimura says cheerfully. “Does this mean I can take you somewhere non-business related next time? We could go to the opera.”

“I-- have to go now,” Mayuzumi says. “I’ll see you at the conference tomorrow.” 

And yes, alright, so he’s running away. Apparently those seduction tactics are more effective than Mayuzumi thought.

A/N: Thanks, anon-friend! I’m glad you enjoy NijiMayu =D I don’t usually respond to prompts this quickly but I was inspired!! Now I kinda want to write a whole NijiMayu mermaid AU. (Previous installment here). I’m honored you checked out all those shows just to read my fic, thank you so much!

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fandom: kuroko no basuke summary:

Mayuzumi and that time he just can't fucking spit it out, because he has no feelings, or something. [Spy AU]

pairing: nijimayu word count: 830 notes: this was a treat for @uneplumesombre for chocolate box 2018; now that authors have been revealed, i’ve decided to link it on tumblr too! :3c

[shuzo]

#2

“You are annoying.” Chihiro followed him, grabbed the cup that was offered even though he doubted Seijuro had the strength to hold it up for himself.

“Yeah? Well so are you. So is Sei.” Shuzo tugged him along by the wrist. “And yet here you are, stuck with the both of us. Tough luck.”

pairing: nijiakamayu words: 2770 

*

Akashi Seijuro, the bastard, had to be the best at everything.

Even watching Seijuro wake up irritated him to no end. Chihiro was big enough to admit to his own flaws; he knew he woke up with a bedhead that could rival only the hilarity of Seijuro’s haircut in third year, okay, he knew that there’s gunk at the corner of his eyes more often than not and his mood was even less desirable. Shuzo’s flaws - his voice became hoarse (pending flaw), sometimes he involuntarily woke up at five fucking am (how and why?), and breathing on Chihiro’s face half-asleep meant a (well-deserved) kick to both shins.

Seijuro, on the other hand, woke up as though he had not gone to sleep in the first place. His eyelids flutter open delicately and refreshed, even after four unconscious Shuzo-style kicks during the night. He pushed away whatever sweaty limb holding him captive and then starts the day like that. Just like that. Those commercials, Chihiro thought, that promote cereal like porn and mornings like a godsend have nothing on Seijuro.

So it was more than a little alarming when he woke up one morning and Seijuro still had his eyes closed – asleep, messy, pale, and by the looks of it, still in REM cycle.

“Hey,” Chihiro grasped Seijuro’s shoulder and shook him a bit since 8AM meant Seijuro probably had a lecture to attend. Apparently ‘smart’ (completely idiotic) people specifically chose that hour to go to class. “Get up.”

He drew back, because that was definitely a slap to his arm and Seijuro probably thought that was okay. An incoherent mutter came out audible but faint and did nothing to help Chihiro’s disbelief.

“What’s the matter with you?” He smacked Seijuro on the forehead where sweat had accumulated and - ah. A fever. A bad one. Chihiro wiped his hand on a pillow with a grimace, listening to Seijuro’s pitiful sigh.

“Stop,” Seijuro’s body was pushed back down as it misbehaved, Chihiro stretching over him to grab a thermometer from the first aid kit. Seijuro inevitably started to fidget again and Chihiro was left with very few options but to squish the young man down with his upper body, ignoring his mangled groan.

“Stop it or I’m sliding this up your ass instead.” 

He watched as Seijuro’s mouth opened and closed and then opened again with great difficulty. Eventually a sound was made.

“Chihiro.” Seijuro rasped and it sounded painful enough to make Chihiro wince.

“I know.” He realised he didn’t need effort to muster the gentleness that came to his tone - it just sort of, quite irritatingly, happened. The thermometer was removed and Seijuro blinked at him slow before promptly tucking into Chihiro’s side. Slim fingers pushed into Seijuro’s matted hair and scratched at his scalp, eliciting small, pleased noises from the younger man.

Chihiro’s eyes softened, Seijuro’s went glazed.  

The thermometer read 39 degrees and he cursed because Akashi Seijuro, the absolute bastard, had to be the best in being sick too.

*

It was quite easy to take Seijuro’s wealth for granted but the fact that he had a private doctor at his beck and call was the best news Shuzo had heard all day. Influenza, the doctor had unsurprisingly said, the young master will be better by next week.

Seijuro’s absence in their daily routine (consisting in all three of them ignoring each other in the lounge room while they tended to their own business) resulted in an anxious silence; anxious on Shuzo’s part, silence with Chihiro.

“Can you stop?” Chihiro asked once Shuzo’s continuous walk-up-and-down path reached him. It was becoming irritating and rhythm games on his phone plus irritation was not a good mix. He took the folded crossword book from the dinner table and smacked the other’s hip with it. “Here, do your old man puzzles.”

Shuzo swatted him away with a mutter and sat himself down on the chair across Chihiro. He still had a stupid look on his face but that didn’t stop Chihiro from propping his feet up on Shuzo’s lap.

“Don’t, they stink.”

Chihiro gave him a dirty look, “I took a shower.”  

Shuzo’s hands moved as though to push him away but opted to rest on his ankles instead. His hands seemed to automatically move, kneading at Chihiro’s calves and caressing the skin soothingly. Chihiro internally sighed; it’s usually very difficult to keep a straight face with Shuzo’s massages. His hands were just so nice, callused and steady and likely bigger than Chihiro’s and undoubtedly bigger than Seijuro’s.

“Why am I doing this? You should be massaging me. You don’t even look concerned.” Shuzo kept up his ministrations regardless.

“Oh, I am concerned for Akashi all the time. Trust me.” Chihiro said, in a deadpan so unfeeling his mother would surely scold him. His claim was genuine, he insisted, though perhaps a tad bit misplaced. A tad. 

“What are you worked up for anyway? He’ll be fine in a few days. Also, Shoto and Shoko get sick all the time. This isn’t like you.”

“I’m sorry,” Nijimura frowned, jabbing recently cut nails into a bony ankles, “am I not allowed to worry about a person sick in bed with a 39 degrees fever?”

“It went down after the medicine. Stop being dramatic, it’s embarrassing.”

Shuzo didn’t like this tone; this tone was classically used for dealing with brats. Last he checked, Shuzo was not a brat.

He scowled, and then scowled harder knowing he was probably doing the lip-thing. Damn it all. “He’s never been that sick before, not even in middle school. And I know about the flu, stress only accelerates the process…”

“Humans get sick. Getting sick is a human thing.” Chihiro muttered, but the thought managed to make him a little cross. “Besides, if there really is something going on, we won’t be able to do anything unless he tells us.”

A silence of mutual understanding followed his statement; only very recently have they accepted the idea of opening up to each other - which would have been seen as little progress judging by how long they’ve been ‘together’, Shuzo thought, but to each their own.

“How contagious do you think it is?” Shuzo asked after a moment.

“Why.”

To which Shuzo only stared.

“If he gets you sick too, I am not going anywhere near that room. You two can die alone.”

“Sure.” Shuzo’s hands clamped dangerously over his ankles. “As if you have anyone else in the first place who’s willing to babysit you or your shitty moods.”

“I’m one year older than you.” Chihiro said dryly. “And yeah, because you and Seijuro are total angels. Remind me whose mood it was that completely ruined Seijuro’s formal dinner last year – fuck!”

“When did you get such a vulgar mouth?” Shuzo sighed and released him, having successfully yanked Chihiro closer by his ankles. Chihiro was now fifty percent on his lap, fifty percent falling off the chair. “Could have sworn you weren’t half this bad before.”

“When did you get so annoying?” Chihiro pushed himself up by his elbows and grabbing Shuzo’s arm to right himself. “You were supposed to be the good one.”

Shuzo cracked a smile. “That was faulty judgement on your part, if you ever thought I would be the good one. Correct in how you eliminated yourself, though.”

“…For the record, I hope Masaomi’s death stare comes back to haunt you. Actually, he scolded me more than he did you and he couldn’t even see me half the time. And you broke the blender. How is that fair?”

“You deserved it and so did he.” Shuzo said icily, the want for this conversation to end clearly present. He was embarrassed, Chihiro could tell. But who wouldn’t be, after (rightfully) snapping at a boyfriend’s Father on his birthday? “Besides, it was paid for and replaced, okay?”

It was. The new blender was nowhere near as expensive as the old one but Chihiro often acted fonder with the treasured household item than he did with Shuzo himself.  

“Well, where is my payment?”

“You laughed and deserved what you got – which was my payment, I don’t know why you think you need one.”

“I bled.”

“I’m incredibly sorry.”

“Back off, sarcasm is my thing.”

“Is sincerity is mine?”

“Sigh.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I know,” Chihiro rolled his eyes and hovered closer. “I know because right after that, you laughed. I can’t believe I’m saying this but maybe Akashi really is the good one.”

“Huh, or neither of us are. I’m not sure what your definition of good is but for me, falling sick and still demanding to go to work is definitely not it.” Shuzo stared indifferently at the quickly closing distance, not moving an inch further or closer. Though he did close a hand over Chihiro’s as it questioned its place on Shuzo’s leg.

“Really.”

“Brat.” Shuzo agreed.

“No, I meant really. You’re saying this?” Chihiro said in a manner that clearly spoke: I know you and you know yourself and if you think you wouldn’t do the exact same thing, I’m totally going to punch you in the face – Shuzo recoiled and flashed a guilty smirk.

“Okay, like I said. Your poor judgement.”

“My judgement?” Chihiro scoffed, and with each word the distance between their noses seemed to decrease. “Your stupidity. If you and Akashi don’t die from sickness, you will from overwork and what will I do then? Actually we should really think about life insurance, remind me tomorrow. Peace aside, there’s got to be more good to come out of your deaths.”

Shuzo wanted to complain but the urge immediately ceased when he felt warm hands on his hips. “Was that your really tsundere way of saying you care?”

“Stop stealing my light novels and shut it. Forget I said anything.” And when Chihiro’s lips pressed against his, he’s more than happy to comply. The only time Chihiro’s eyes became expressive and more silver than the usual dull grey was when lips kissed lips and skin was on skin, and Shuzo always made sure to appreciate this fact by returning the enthusiasm vigorously.

He bit Chihiro’s lower lip harder than intended and received a stifled groan in response. He didn’t have to say sorry with the way the other gets revenge by digging nails into Shuzo’s exposed skin, hard enough to leave tiny crescent indents when they leave. Even entangled like this, quarrels were extended one way or another and physical retaliation was never out of the equation. At one point, Chihiro shifted so Shuzo was more on his lap than vice versa, feeling rough hands tug at his nape.

“I don’t steal your light novels.” Shuzo said after regaining his mouth and Chihiro frowned because what was the purpose of the kiss then, if he’s still not shutting up - “How is it stealing when you just leave them lying everywhere, stupid. Ringo-tan’s cute.”

“No, no. Do not make me relive my past trauma by saying the exact same thing Akashi said in third year.” Chihiro’s hands were warm where they rest curled at the small of Shuzo’s back. “The two of you don’t get to ruin Ringo-tan for me.”

“Alright fine, I’ll lay off your girlfriend. Speaking of,” Shuzo unplastered himself from Chihiro’s chest. “I’ll go get him some water.”

“Go then.”

“Let go.” He made a move to stand but Chihiro’s arms refused to budge around him. When he tried to take them apart, he’s met with more resistance. “Oi.”

“I change my mind, let him suffer.”

“Stop trying to prove you don’t have a heart,” Shuzo dully stated, pushing Chihiro back to successfully wriggle out of his hold. “We all know you do.”  

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“You are annoying.” Chihiro followed him, grabbed the cup that was offered even though he doubted Seijuro had the strength to hold it up for himself.

“Yeah? Well so are you. So is Sei.” Shuzo tugged him along by the wrist. “And yet here you are, stuck with the both of us. Tough luck.”

*

“God.” Chihiro groaned hours later when he stepped into the room to witness Shuzo feeding Seijuro like a child. To do this, Shuzo had to be close enough to breathe in Seijuro’s sick particles and that did not sound good at all. Not when he, one, lived with these two bastards, two, had a 5000-word essay to submit next Monday, a personal preference to breathe without physically suffering and an alleviated nasty attitude to go.  

“What.” Shuzo said, sounding very insulted by his presence.

“This,” he said, pointing at the doorframe. “Is the line. All area on this side is quarantine and neither of you are allowed to cross it.”

“Then suffer when your ungrateful ass gets sick and no one’s there to nurse you back to health.” Shuzo pulled the glass back quickly as Seijuro started to cough, a large hand rubbing soothing circles into his lower back.

“Actually, I’m on this side of the line.” Chihiro said. “Meaning I won’t get sick, meaning I won’t need to be taken care of.”  

“I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the whole apartment,” Seijuro said in the most dignified voice he could manage (it wasn’t very) before another nasty cough escaped him. “…For the full guarantee. Though there’s a high chance you’ve already been caught.”

There was the pitiful sight of a weakened Akashi Seijuro scratching the tip of his nose and sniffing. Chihiro has never seen him more human (to be fair, the memories of Seijuro writhing under him felt too illegal to be human).

“Sei,” Shuzo warned lowly.

Seijuro took the glass from him and set it on the table after a short silence. “Admittedly I haven’t been feeling up to par since Friday last week.”

That little…Chihiro felt the muscles in his forehead tighten in exasperation, he could see Shuzo fighting it off, too. No wonder it got so bad.

Shuzo hummed deceitfully sweet, “I’m going to flick your forehead.”

“Please don’t.”

He ended up not flicking any foreheads because Seijuro said please and that was always a hard thing to say no to. And while it was irritating knowing Seijuro had masked it for more than half a week, it was typical behavior for the brat. Admitting vulnerability now meant a big step from where he was a year ago. Also, he was down with the flu. There were just too many factors to take into account – no, Shuzo was not getting soft, definitely not.

“But Chihiro has a point,” Seijuro said. “This is - thank you, Shuzo, but you may not want to get too close to me right now.” 

“Shut up.” Shuzo crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair. “I want to take care of you so I’m taking care of you, okay? When was the last time anyone did anyway?”

“Ah.” Seijuro backtracked, glancing up at the ceiling. “The last time it was this bad was in senior high school, and my nanny did. She made me hot cocoa.”

“Right.” Shuzo confirmed, pinning Chihiro with his eyes before he could escape. “You there in quarantine, whip up some hot cocoa?”

“Excuse me?” Chihiro, happy about being momentarily forgotten, wondered for the second time tonight if he really deserved all this. “Why do I have to do it?”  

Shuzo stared. “We’ve been told not to cross the line?”

The glare Chihiro shot then was completely void of all compassion and sympathy and absolutely capable of physical slaughter. Unfortunately, the duo on the receiving end were freaks to society and were therefore immune. Seijuro coughed once to hide a chuckle, and that was enough for Chihiro to walk away unimpressed, thoroughly regretting his life choices.

(Later he came again, a mug in each hand.)

*

(He tried not to be too smug when Shuzo was bedridden a week later and Chihiro was perfectly fine.)

[umisabaku]

i reread your heart ain’t cold and idk if this was mentioned elsewhere and i just missed it, but when nijimura was bargaining w masaomi, what did nijimura want/ask for from masaomi?

Oh! Sorry that wasn't clear, anon-friend. It was in the same scene-- Nijimura was asking Masaomi to leave Mayuzumi alone.

I don't remember if I've ever said this on tumblr before, but it was my personal headcanon that Nijimura was lowkey jealous of Masaomi throughout the entirety of "Your Heart Ain't Cold." He wasn't trusting this handsome billionaire's intentions towards Mayuzumi all along, (and he may or may not have had concerns about some sort of sugar daddy situation going on) and that got worse after Mayuzumi implied Masaomi might want to kill him. So he wanted Masaomi to stop manipulating Mayuzumi's life and leave him alone as he worked in America.

I imagine if Mayuzumi ever found this out he would be supremely pissed at Nijimura for thinking that he needed to protect Mayuzumi, and also supremely appalled that people keep thinking he's sleeping with his boss.

Thanks for asking =D

[umisabaku]

I know Nijimura and Mayuzumi aren't together in D:M and you have no real plans to make them canon and leaving it up to the audiences' decision BUT I just had a 2am thought on Mayuzumi being in the Miracle Boyfriend Club and being presented with a rainbow shirt, mostly for Himuro to show up Takao that he can get that quality multi-color shirts in his bid for president. But I was so amused by the thought of Mayuzumi's long suffering face wearing rainbow that I just had to share. Love your series!

Hahaha, well you already acknowledged my standard disclaimer about the status of Mayuzumi and Nijimura in D:M, thank you, so I'll just leave you with two thoughts:

Mayuzumi would hate HATE haaaaaaaaaaaate everything about the Miracle Boyfriends Club. He would definitely not take part or hang out with any of the Miracle Boyfriends, even if he did qualify. Very much would not wear a shirt.

Nijimura is super embarrassed by the name "Rainbow King" and a little embarrassed by the whole association with rainbows in general, which is definitely something Mayuzumi has picked up on and would enjoy messing with him about. Like, I could picture Mayuzumi just casually wearing a rainbow lapel pin or a rainbow tie, just to watch what it does to Nijimura. And it does very conflicting things to Nijimura =D

Those are my thoughts! Thanks for sharing, anon-friend =D

[umisabaku]

Hello~ Can I request a nijimayu mermaid! AU? Have a nice day!

"So when I said, 'we need this peace treaty to go well, so you idiots better not talk to any of the Merfolk' that did not, in fact, mean 'go out and flirt with the first Merfolk person you met," Nijimura says, looking at his five generals and glaring. They were the most gifted of the Sharkfolk elite, but also the most socially inept bunch to ever swim in the oceans. Nijimura would have left them behind entirely for fear that they would inadvertently (or on purpose) start the war all over again, except their absence would have been too noticeable. 

He did not expect all five of them to immediately start flirting with various Merfolk dignitaries. This was a complication he did not foresee.

"I was not flirting with that Merfolk man!" Midorima says hotly. "He was flirting with me."

"I saw you, you were flirting back," Nijimura says.

"I was totally flirting. Ooh that Merfolk captain was sexy," Kise says. "And you know what they say about Merfolk--"

"They also think we eat them, so you should not make assumptions about stereotypes," Akashi reprimands sharply. 

"And you," Nijimura says. "I would not have expected this of you, Akashi."

"I was being friendly," Akashi says, sounding very indifferent to Nijimura's lecture. "The Merfolk man was obviously terrified, and I was only trying to soothe his fears."

"Yes. Because that's what comes to mind when I think about you, Akashi. Your soothing personality."  Nijimura pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling somewhat like a headache was forming. "Alright, I honestly didn't think I was going to have this problem, but let's spell this out for you. This peace treaty is very new. We want this peace treaty to go well. That means not pissing off any off the Merfolk. Which means don't be assholes-- and I know that doesn't come easy to you guys-- but it also means, don't seduce any innocent Merfolk and start an international incident."

"I was most certainly not seducing anyone," Midorima protests.

"So if they're not all that innocent, then it's fine?" Murasakibara asks.

"No, no, all of you shut up. New law: if you find a Merfolk sexy, don't talk to them. I am in negotiations all day long and I am not going to have this treaty fall apart because of your libidos."

*

And the negotiations at least were going well, up until the Merfolk brought in a new ambassador who is a lot more inflexible about territory negotiations and also, unlike the other Merfolk ambassadors, not intimidated by Nijimura's steamrolling tactics.

(Alright, it was a little mean of him to exploit the fact that Merfolk are still afraid of Sharkfolk, but damn it, the Sharkfolk need the territory negotiations to go well.)

"Ambassador Mayuzumi, I don't think you're understanding my point," Nijimura starts.

"Oh, I understood your point. You want more territory because you need more space. Fun fact! Merfolk ecosystems need fish as an important part of our thriving economy. Do you know where fish don't like to be? Where sharks are. Next point."

This ambassador is definitely not afraid of Merfolk, and considering he has the markings of a lionfish, it doesn’t take much to figure out why. He’s probably not going to get far with this one. "Are you sticking around? Because I really felt like I was connecting well with Ambassador Kiyoshi." 

“Unfortunately for you, Ambassador Kiyoshi has been reassigned. So if you want to make any progress, you have to deal with me. If you don’t like that, please feel free to bite my venomous ass.”

Nijimura grins, charmed, because he’s always had a weakness for sass. “Take me out for drinks later and I might take that risk.”

Mayuzumi doesn’t reveal anything with his expression, but he raises a brow and says, “Impress me and maybe I will.”

Nijimura smirks as the lionfish merfolk swims away, but when he turns around, he bumps into Akashi. “Ahh! What were you doing, lurking in a corner?

“I am part of these negotiations as well, Nijimura-san,” Akashi says mildly, “What was that new rule you had? Something about not talking to Merfolk one finds attractive?”

“Rule still stands, mind your business,” Nijimura says.

A/N: Haha, thanks anon-friends! Combining these two prompts since they were both NijiMayu related. And since I already had a KNB Mermaid AU, I decided to stick with it =D