CRUSHER OF JUSTICE

‎I realized that you don’t set your own limits. Even after I lose all my powers and get mocked by everyone... or look ridiculous, I’m not going to let that stop me. I going to stay as a hero till the very end. I’m not going to give up! It doesn’t hurt to have a hero who’s uncool, right? Associated with Shibuku Academy ›Counselor ›Baseball Coach

[originalstalker-blog]

Make Friends You Can Call By Their Nicknames, Even When You're an Old Fart [Open]

[originalstalker-blog]

Little what? Asssassin? Messiah? Neo? Compliments to his humble self could wait, the only thing that Thing on the plate elicited from Kira was a slightly upturned nose and a bit of a stirring in the belly. His will was waaaaaaaaay stronger than his human limitations okay, and he didn’t have to go meditate in his underwear under a waterfall to achieve it or run around with a little boy band, okay?! 

Tigger Sensei got a brief look over the top of the mag for his troubles. “Yeah, How to Tighten a Screw for Dummies, how to practice Buddhism for dummies, how to poach an egg, blah blah….if you want to reach nirvana I don’t think it’d help you much more than those shitty tabloids, actually. Gotta live it.” Amusement shimmered in Kira’s eyes at the obvious brush off of his comments…how to rile up this guy, it might take a bit but it might be fun and not disastrous to tax payers right? Right? 

Jesus, did he really need his reading glasses to take a tally ho of his name and note it for the honor roll/shit list for later? Maybe ‘tetsu should get some bionic eyes or something, then, to make it all faster…or wait older folks complain about fast acting shit more, right? Nevermind, Kira could be patient when it suited him.

To show just how unconcerned he was at the older mans’ approach Kira kicked it back; literally plopping his feet onto the surface of the counter and scattering various craploads of crap around, settling his mag onto his lap for better angle-age. As he listened to Kotetsu’s words something might have given away the look on his face at the big reveal of the big papa bear, but as soon as it flickered across his face it was gone just as quickly as contempt filled his voice. “You don’t even know? Tch, some papa bear.” 

Oh wait, he was still talking. Hmmm, so he was a teacher (well authority figure) back at that shithole school and not some random nagging old fart- wait a second…Something sounded familiar enough to make him pause.

“That name…huh, whatever. You haven’t seen me around because I’m not sloppy enough to get caught unlike the rest of these amateurs. You’re welcome. I’ve saved you some boring office time and paperwork.” The steady gaze into Kotetsu’s face was a polite way of saying so fucking what, old timer? You ain’t got nothing on me.

[tiger-hero-blog]

Well the food here was pretty cheap for some ski lodge, if only a certain Shinsengumi dog was here to praise Kotetsu's choice in condiments. Don't knock it till you try it.

...But did people really need manuals on how to tighten screws? The Buddhism thing sounded a bit more useful, and poaching eggs...Kaede had expressed in the past that she wished her dad would cook something that wasn't fried rice. Maybe if he picked up that book—

No. He was here to buy HER something, not indulge in things for his own gain...though that book really would be to help her out in the end. A roundabout gift like that wouldn't impress his only child, though. Inward debate, goooo! Kira had some convincing employee skills afterall, deep down inside somewhere. Gooey center.

And just like that, now facing the underside of the delinquent's feet, his heightened opinion flopped. Wasn't he aware that in some cultures that was considered highly offensive?! Not that..Kotetsu really knew which culture that originated from or if that was something he thought up in his sleep (shit happens when you pass out with the news on) but he was too busy trifling over his daughter's age anyway. "I just told you..!"

That was one way of admitting you were up to no good. Kotetsu wasn't surprised, but he wasn't about to turn the store into a counselor's office. "If I didn't want to help you kids out, I wouldn't have signed up for the job. It might sound boring to you, but helping people is important to me." Straight out of an episode of Sesame Street, Kotetsu was.

And that look? Over his head. He figured that was just the way Kira looked. Good, good.

[originalstalker-blog]

Make Friends You Can Call By Their Nicknames, Even When You're an Old Fart [Open]

[originalstalker-blog]

There was a time and place for sticking the dentures back in and flossing before partaking in some acidic mouth wash to flush out the cobwebs and tar but this is not that time yet, so whatever is spewing out of Kotetsu’s mouth right now was considered as good as gingivitus to Kira. Hell, if he had a nail file he would totally be taking care of those uneven nails of his right about now. Alas, he didn’t, so as the old fart kept going on and on his gaze shifted to his plate full of…looked like rice but what the hell was that on top??? Some monstrosity of some sort, no wonder he couldn’t get a good sale on razors for his obviously neglected soulful patch. OH! He must be in the shop to pick that up along with his viagra, maybe he has a hot da-………naaaaaaaaaaaaw. Probably gonna pick up one of those ‘Slope or Bust (a nut)” T-shirts and some other useless crap. Same ol’ same ol’ type in this place.

If Kira’s words go over Kotetsu’s head, Kotetsu’s words in turn moon walk past Kira. “If you’re a butterfingers then you’re a butterfingers sir, you can’t run away from your past mishaps without standing firm and moving behind.”

This next piece of advice was delivered with a few vague hand gestures and a hum of equally vague sympathy as his eyes moved across the ball attention grabbing pages below.  ”For this and other such Self Help bullshit, there’s a stack of ‘em somewhere around here.” Kira is a visual aid(s) kinda guy but oh jinkies, he left his glasses in his other nerd pocket protector! Too bad, so sad, save it for next week’s session.

Smartass? Him? Nooooooooooo way, never! What ever gave you that idea, ‘tetsu? Was it the mischievous glint in his gray eyes? The half smirk twitching at the corner of his lips? The unmistakably middle finger he used to turn a page here and there? 

“I don’t know, you tell me- Actually please don’t, my lunch break can’t come soon enough.” Head tilting to one size almost quizzically, Kira offered Kotetsu a raised eyebrow and with slim fingers tugged the corner of his name tag into the other mans’ line of vision. He’d give him a minute to get his glasses and decipher the letters. Man, this guy sure was confused about a lot of things. And he didn’t even offer his name up first in a bit of a who the hell do you think you’re talking too, I’m some important dickhole with the audacity to eat and shop. 

“Manager isn’t in so you can get a bit of shopping done before giving me a good talking to.” Clearly Kira wasn’t too worried about any repercussions. 

[tiger-hero-blog]

The smell of his rice concoction should have been enough to have Kira less concerned about it's appearance and more drooly and envious. Maybe if he didn't act like such a foul-mouthed little assh— naw who am I kiddin' Kotetsu would buy Kira his own lunch if it meant uplifting his mood. But this wasn't at all the case. Sad day.

More innuendos? Kotetsu was seriously too old to keep up with that malarky, and it was better for everyone that he only vaguely understood the words coming from the delinquent's mouth. "Self Help?" Was he trying to be a helpful employee now? Exclude the vulgarities and the veteran hero would have been more open minded about that. Heaving a sigh, he treaded closer to the register, ignoring the indicated area. "It's not like that! My daughter's ..elev—ten." The hesitation couldn't have been more noticeable or clumsy, probably.

There was some squinting involved as old Wairudo Taiga neared, sure his name was fuzzy but it had nothing to do with age or going blind! The print was small - in his humble opinion. Besides, his senses were enhanced..! When he needed them to be. Anyway, once he was able to decipher Kira's name, it was pronounced a few times within his head (it wasn't exactly a tough name to verbalize, but he had no reason to be shouting out his name and memorizing it would come in handy).

"I'm Kaburagi-sensei, the school counselor." It probably meant nothing to Kira, but this was a matter of cordiality, the gap in authority not withstanding. An elbow found the counter top before he continued. "I haven't seen you around my office before but there's a first time for everything, haaah?" This was his polite way of saying: ya dun goofed, lets talk things out. Tell me all your secrets and we'll work them out before you get your ass into some serious trouble.

That sense of compassion came with the job, but Kotetsu was already (unfortunately) feeling some sort of bond with the student, mainly out of concern.

[originalstalker-blog]

Make Friends You Can Call By Their Nicknames, Even When You're an Old Fart [Open]

[originalstalker-blog]

Oh! That’s right, there’s a certain sort of way to handle customers, especially the old ladies with their cute little walkers and yapping dogs, as well as those nitpicky individuals that insist on telling you how to arrange their bags and peer at you incredulously as they examine their receipts. There were a lot of things Kira needed, therapy notwithstanding, and telling him how to do a job he didn’t even like was one of the many things he didn’t need. Like a baby on board or one of those clingy exes that break into your house during music videos and trash up your place, who the fuck is going to pay for that, puta?!

Face the very picture of the bright, eager to help employer, Kira peered up from the magazine and smiled the smile of a convict in a mug shot. All teeth. That’ll teach this guy to refrain from wasting his time trying to better Kira and thus society.

“Sir Gramps, if you happen to spill some of that and slip and break your fragile hip or your face, we don’t have any means to compensate you. We do have a very nice lavender scented soap on sale, unless you’d like to drop that too?”

There really is no help, Kira’s got a system and he’s sticking to it because it works better. And it gets people to leave quicker, i.e leave him the fuck alone quicker and that was the only important part of anything ever. Besides, he’d forgotten to get something to entertain him longer, like a hand held game or a thick book, and as fun as torturing customers was, the paying kind had thinned down considerably. Must be something in the water and not his shitty service. Why the hell was this guy walking around eating, anyway? His stirring stomach didn’t appreciate the teasing, y’know. It grumbled in protest. And it was only natural how much charm was slathered on in the midst of an empty stomach.

“I did help you, sir, I gave you very sound advice. Maybe that’s not what you wanted. Hmmm….” He scrubbed his fingers over his chin in mocking fashion and nodded. “I know what you might need assistance with.” Head tilted back, eyebrow arched and The Asshole of smiles curving his lips, his knowing tone halts time and space and probably provides a flashback for the man in question. I had one too, my life flashed before my eyes

“Viagra is in aisle five beneath the adult diapers.” Now the real question is….what the fuck kind of gift shop provides bedroom assistance or was Kira just bullshitting the poor son of a bitch.

[tiger-hero-blog]

No one's paying for anything at this rate, and the shop you're supposed to be keeping is going to go bankrupt faster than the bitcoin.

Grunt. Come on, teachers were supposed to be older! Weren't younger ones supposed to be more susceptible to bullies? Whether he was a counselor, janitor or AP English teacher, it shouldn't have made a difference. The word of caution didn't go entirely overlooked though, he did send a glance to his feet to make sure he wasn't sending flecks of mayo all over the place. Thankfully all was clear, but the carpet could use some vacuuming. The verdict earned the student a glare as he dug his disposable fork back into his morning ...snack? "Drop the soap? Are you making fun of me?" The meaning went over Kotetsu's head. He could be awfully ignorant, especially about these matters. Sure he was clumsy, sometimes, occasionally...RARELY, but what did this guy know about any of that?!

 "That wasn't advice — that wasn't even a welcome!" He just clarified - demonstrated how the kid was supposed to be behaving, what more did he want? He would have brought up a video-aid but it was quickly becoming apparent that was dealing with an actual delinquent. Not daunting as much as it was...this was going to turn into a project.

Kotetsu did shut right up as soon as Kira professed some sort of psychic connection with his brainwaves. Maybe he was aware that Kaede was his daughter and that his entire purpose for strolling in here was, in fact, to buy her something?! A little physical token to keep in memory of the day she learned real responsibilities! This was just like he and Bani's first date. Point in case: He was intrigued as a cat watching a hamster in a wheel.

And the outcome, he didn't quite know how to feel but he practically dropped his whole 'breakfast' at the crap that came from the kid's mouth without restriction. He was a regular run of the mill smartass, and hell, these types should have been more commonplace... But he was absolutely stunned for several visible moments, not even sure what to think let alone how to react. He was absolute shit when it came to punishing students, but if ever one was in need of some serious discipline...

"H..haaaah?" Still..still...still, he was just a student. "Is that a joke? Why would someone come in here for something like that-?! What's your name?"

[originalstalker-blog]

Make Friends You Can Call By Their Nicknames, Even When You're an Old Fart [Open]

As grateful and delighted as Kira was at the opportunity to work his hawt ass off at a remarkable skiing resort, he took the smartest route towards this whole shebang. Sure he had to wear a scratchy, ugly, stupid vest with loads of buttons that pricked him in all the wrong places and had to lip sync ’yes boss, no boss, I’ll bash your head into this cash register boss give me my lunch break boss’ but notwithstanding: he got to stay inside and not freeze his juevos off like the rest of the dumbasses around here. Cold weather and wet, magically yellow snow was magical really. Totally.

In small doses. Once his nose begins to get red and he can just feel all the sexy snot start to drip he’s the fuck out of that situation like a frat boy outta….pregnancy tests. That works.

So where do we find him this bright afternoon, where the sun’s glare won’t blind him across the snow covered slopes or ricochet off any pale white igloo asses? He sat dutifully behind the counter at Take Any Dicking Pick of Your Shops I’m Not Making Up A Name gift shop, a magazine of dubious moral values propped up on the surface of the table, cool grey eyes flickering across the pages as he idly turned like so. As it was his duty he might glance up if the door chimes and a nice pair of legs walk into his line of vision but mostly he will just sit on his ass and ignore the pinsandneedles feeling that was growing in his legs and his very numb asscheeks.

Suddenly (because we need something dramatic in a boring ass setting with a shitty heating system like this) the door chimed and as habit (and by the hour pay system) dictated he called out to the newest boob that waltzed in using his most customer savvy voice. (read as: bored as dick)

“No we don’t sell snow globes, so if you want one that badly go out and bury yourself. The best place to shoplift is in aisle three since the security camera is just a box of tampons with saran wrap over the bottom and finally no I won’t use the latest green saving bags to sack up your shit, do I look like your grocery boy? Wrong vest.”

Good luck trying to get some assistance minus the ‘tude. This is going to be fun.

[tiger-hero-blog]

Kotetsu didn't have a lot to gripe about. First, they all had a few days off for Christmas and the New Year, and now they were all off on a ski trip. Granted, this wasn't much a vacation for the students, but guess who was very much a respectable, important aspect of the faculty and thus not included in these labor-related responsibilities? In some distant plane in his head, this trip rang a bell..or two, unless he was thinking of a movie he'd seen recently, but the whole thing was all but forgotten until the evening before they were to depart. But he was settling fairly well! In fact, he decided to sleep in that very day and only bothered leaving his room to investigate the tourist traps..and possibly figure out where his charmingu daughter ran off to. Similar to the zoo trip, he wasn't bearing witness to anything reportable or otherwise concerning so he wasn't compelled to be a strict chaperone. It was sometimes hard to keep in mind that these kids had potential to turn on a dime and completely screw everything up... He was without any ambitions to ski, though it was something he may consider later on. Y'know, when he wasn't busy eating out of a square styrofoam plate, one practically overflowing with fried rice (topped with mayonnaise and questionable bits of vegetables). It was hard enough elbowing his way into the gift shop and—

The security camera..?! Shoplifting? Come on Kira, you're breaking his heart. "O..oi! What did you just say? If you need a break, I'm sure you could request one, but that's no way to welcome someone to a shop."

"They did tell you that, didn't they? You should say something like, `Welcome to the Ski Shop, can I help you find something-?!` This example was brought to you by overdramatic forkwaving and insufficient conviction.

[tiger-hero-blog]

[tiger-hero-blog]

take me out to the ball game (open)

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“Haha, can’t wait to meet Yoyo! I bet they’re really into the game, huh?” Most catchers Yamamoto had come to know were, but… even if they weren’t, the Rain Guardian would be more than happy to have one!

And a catcher that wasn’t all that stubborn, those were nice though he would take either. After all he was usually the lenient-type, so having an assertive partner tended to work just fine.

“Really? Haha, well I suppose I could show him some of my old signs then! Wonder what Yoyo is like? If he likes the same teams as me or if he’s been playing for a while?” It would be interesting learning more about him… Well, he would get to find out soon enough.

For now though, it looked like he would be practicing on his own. He was happy to have this chance before tryouts, being able to show Kotetsu some of his abilities. Hopefully it would wind up benefiting him later.

Yamamoto grinned at his coach’s suggestion, finding that it was probably best. That was the position he wanted most. “Pitching? Okay! I have a few different pitches to show Coach then.” Along with where he would be aiming the pitch and for what batter to use them on, he changed it up a bit.

The brunette slipped his glove on, tossing a ball around as he walked over to the mound. “We’ll start with my fastball then!” He flashed another smile to his coach before he took up his position, adjusting the dirt some before his glove moved to cover his face. Though you couldn’t see his expression, that smile was no longer there, Yamamoto completely focused on the task at hand. When it came to baseball, he tended to be a little more serious about things.

As usual, he quickly turned to check the runner, leg going up before he moved to start his windup. His arm went back, eyes locked on his invisible target (between the hitter’s chest and ankles) then released the ball at top speed, it slamming into the fence in the blink of an eye.

He couldn’t be for sure, but… it looked like a strike to him. “Okay! I’ll show some of my other ones now.” He went on to throw more pitches for his coach, the only real differences being how he held the ball/where he threw it and what it did because of it. Slider, sinker, forker, screwball…  He might not have as many pitches as some players did, but he was pretty accurate and fast to make up for it.

After having thrown his different pitches, he turned back to Kotetsu, wondering if that was enough and whether he should move on or not. “How was that? Does Coach think I have a shot as the ace?”

[tiger-hero-blog]

"Something like that..." No, not at all. And hopefully Yamamoto could persuade him into wearing a cup because if he gets demoted over someone getting crothally injured he wouldn't be able to carry on. He probably should have chatted a bit more with that kid, but he seemed..not..necessarily in a hurry, but..uhh, Kotetsu was banking on meeting everyone on a more personal level during their first team meeting.

But informing Takeshi-san that Yosuke probably didn't have any favorite baseball teams or that he probably didn't even like sports to begin with - he couldn't possibly be responsible for breaking the kid's heart. He merely rolled his shoulders and gave a nervous laugh. "Who knows, he seems friendly enough..so he'll probably tell you all about it at the meeting."

He wasn't sure whether or not he was supposed to interact with Yamamoto as he showboated his abilities. Initially he thought he should, but he was perfectly content to linger by the stretch of dirt between home and first base. Little did he know just how serious the baseball fanatic was about his favorite pastime.

..But that passion was necessary. He really couldn't tell the differences between the pitching, his previous assumptions were just..confirmed, however, and he was glad he didn't bother getting between the fence and Yamamoto. Yosuke could definitely learn a thing or two from Yamamoto.

Probably, anyway.

"A shot? I think you're already there! How fast are you supposed to be throwing those things anyway?" His eyes lingered on the leather-bound balls (god that sounds weird) rather than the ace as he spoke.

[sugarybara]

【T&B】HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

[hostkingtamaki-blog]

So I went out and had a bit of a life today which involved a lot of nonsense and watching Bro dance around

And I now have an oyaji sleeping pattern…………..

Well I’m pretty tired right now but I’ll see what I can do for replies..!!! 

[tiger-hero-blog]

It's about time you had a normal sleep schedule.

[childtiger-blog]

time for toys and time for cheer

[childtiger-blog]

No. Loungeking your offspring would like you to awaken. Right MEOW.

“Yes. We are.” There was no questioning the tiger cub’s authority. She wanted to be persistent when it came to some family time at Christmas. Though she did feel kind of bad about her papa not doing the Hero stuff anymore.. Kaede was kind of glad that they’d be able to spend time together without much interruption! Yay, family time.. She’ll get sick of him after she gets all the affection she wants though. 

The Circle of Life. 

Kaede snuggled up to her father when the arm squeezed around her, a whine escaping her as his hold tightened around her small form. “I know it’s not for awhile but people already have their decorations up!” Papa, please.. Christmas is serious business! Especially to a child. Everything was Santa Claus and Christmas songs! Along with the whole ‘being nice’ to get on Santa’s good list.

“Well how do you expect her to send a tree…?” That just seemed.. Odd. But her papa was odd so it wasn’t exactly weird of him to wonder about that. The young NEXT couldn’t help but giggle softly as Kotetsu suddenly got more enthusiastic about this Christmas thing, shaking her head gently.

“You’re silly.” Kaede squirmed to sit herself back up the best she could in the man’s hold. She patted Kotetsu’s head gently. “You don’t have to actually go get a tree like that! Just go buy one!” Duh, winning. Get with the program, papa. Who actually went to cut their own trees anymore..? What with all the trees available in town and whatever. 

“I’ll go with you!”

[tiger-hero-blog]

But Kaeeeedeeeeee....

Christmas was a family event, wasn't it? It wasn't a time for big festivals or anything like that - those were autumn time things. Like an appetizer before the holidays? Anyway. Let's hope Kotetsu doesn't find something retardedly distracting to take up during Christmas time. Like hero-ing. But that's hardly retarded.

"Oi oi, if the neighbors beat us..."

"We'll just have to use brighter decorations." Things people wouldn't expect! Pinks, neon lights, winking seizure-inducing lights. How wonderfully festive. But their decor wasn't very eye-catchy. Kotetsu hadn't even noticed everyone else was moving with the holiday sway. Duh.

"You want to buy one? From a store?" Having a real one would have been more fun...more work, but more fun. Maybe Kaede preferred a fake sparkly one? Or a white one? Those were kinda neat. "If you want to come, you'll have to wear a scarf and find your gloves..." His daughter was probably old enough to understand such things were necessary during wintertime, but Kotetsu was forever trapped in the early era of his only child's life.

Wide awake, Kotetsu sat upright, securing the girl in his lap rather than sending her over the edge of it. "Otherwise you'll come home with a sore throat." Thank you, doctor Kaburagi.

[tiger-hero-blog]

take me out to the ball game (open)

[baseball-x-sushi-deactivated201]

Now Yamamoto wasn’t only anxious about getting to show his coach what he had, but the little after-party he had planned for them. Knowing someone wanted to try his sushi always excited him, even more so when they liked it and asked for seconds or thirds. He would always credit his old man though! His technique was still many years shy of him: the Master Sushi Chef! “Really? I hope Coach will like it then! And any of my teammates!” He sure hoped he would get to meet them…

When the counselor took out his clipboard at Yamamoto’s questions, he slowed his walking a bit, taking a peak at what was there. Secret techniques he had written down? There was so many pages… He had to wonder if his coach would consider making a book about them?! Well, until the other male brought up his possible new catcher; it managed to instantly attract all of the baseball player’s attention.

“Ah-! Yoyo? Is he going to be my catcher if we make the team?” Yamamoto wished he had caught the other signing up earlier! They could’ve gone down to the field and started practicing together right away! “Haha yeah! That would be good. I wonder if he already has some?! I have the ones I used in my other schools, but I usually wind up making different ones with my new catcher.”

Thanks to Yamamoto’s never-ending conversation, the remaining time to reach the field went by pretty fast. Once they were both standing near the dugout, the brunette slipped off his equipment bag, taking out the necessary materials to start playing.

“What does Coach think I should start off with first? Or maybe I should wait for some players to show up?” It was a little disappointing to see the field was rather… vacant, but that didn’t mean all hope was lost! School had just ended pretty recently, after all.

[tiger-hero-blog]

Kotetsu understood that feeling to some extent - well, the only thing he could make pretty well was fried rice..but it was really good. Especially with mayonnaise. Yamamoto's excitement earned him a sideglance and a grin came over his mouth, but he didn't add to the anticipation. He couldn't guarentee they'd find any willing participants, in spite of the setting, so he didn't want to lift the kid's spirits too high. It's like they've switched roles...

"Yes! That's exactly right, Yoyo will catch for you..."

Not to play assumption junction, but given how stubborn Yosuke was being about having to wear a cup, he doubted the student would have much to say about pitching/catching techniques. Poor Yamamoto would probably be doing most of the work here. "...I think he'll go with anything you say." Or, maybe not everything. He'd have to be coaxed at the very least. That kid was probably going to contest having to wear a lot of his armor, but then again, he really didn't know enough about the kid to properly caution Takeshi here.

The field seemed to sneak up on the veteran hero, but one he realized that this was it, his posture straightened and he took a long glance from side to side. The field seemed scarce, but they came for a bit of practice anyway. Drafting people would have just been a bonus.

"Start off with? Eeehhh, you should show me your different pitching techniques, right?" He could ..aim at that big fence behind home plate, right?

[tiger-hero-blog]

In Kotetsu-fashion I've gone a few days (okay maybe a week or so) without doting on precious Kaede or the baseball team (YAMAMOTOOOOoo) but! I promise I'll hit both of you up tomorrow - that's a legit promise not a Kotetsu!promise. If I try posting now it'll come out like minestrone soup but I wanted to let both of you know: I haven't forgotten either of you!

That being said, if I was threading with you previously (I know several of you responded to the baseball thread, but I think a lot of those fizzled out) just send me a message and I'll pick up where we've left off. I'm not prone to ignoring messages so if I seem to be giving you the cold shoulder... IT'S NOT ME IT'S TUMBLR.

[tiger-hero-blog]

take me out to the ball game (open)

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Miharu took the clipboard as it was handed to him, taking the pen in the other hand before he scribbled down his name on the next empty space. Of course he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about it, and he couldn’t say he’d be looking forward to it, but playing baseball.. it would at least give him something to do.. since so far- there didn’t appear to be any cooking clubs or something of the like. When he was done with it the boy handed back both clipboard and pen.

“so Sensei, why are you teaching baseball?”

[tiger-hero-blog]

Why...

Well, because! Sports brought unity, and togetherness, made friendships and encouraged team work. But why baseball?

Accepting the clipboard, he tucked it under an arm and pointed a finger at the fragile-looking boy. "Well, why not?"

[childtiger-blog]

time for toys and time for cheer

[childtiger-blog]

Gosh, he was really a big lazy tiger. 

Kaede whined when a hand was brought to her forehead, a small amount of flailing following and she took her attack to hitting her fists against his chest instead. After a moment she growled, grasping his arm to try and pry at the man’s arm. 

“Grrr… We are!” 

And like the fussy little tiger cub she was, Kaede continued her pitiful struggle against the lazy arm. She pouted when the hand dropped again and she fixed her hair. The girl only paused when he spoke up again, dropping her own hands with a huff.

“I didn’t do anything, papa.. But if you must know I’ve been doing alright in my classes.. I didn’t miss any either. And I think I made a friend.” A moose friend. “But that’s not what I’m talking about! If we’re celebrating anything it would probably have to be the Christmas! Stupid, papa..” Always hibernating.. Even through the holidays. Sheesh. 

Kaede whined, bonking her head on Kotetsu’s shoulder. And that is where she stayed.

“Granny sent us some things to decorate with… We gotta get a tree though… But if you’re too tired I can go ask someone else to help me..”

[tiger-hero-blog]

Give this loungeking a few more hours, Kaede...

Each little pound to his chest earned a quiet grunt. Clearly his methods of suppression were lacking. "We are?" This was news to him. Sure, he's made efforts in the past to be jolly, but these past few Christmases, shopping alone was exhausting. Nevermind trying to figure out how Christmas cookies and garland worked. 

But, what good news! Kaede was doing..alright.

"Who did you make f— Christmas isn't for a while..." It was, what, two weeks away? Their cookies would grow stale by then. Err, but she wasn't talking about cooking anymore, was she? As his cub slumped over on him, he readily brought his arms around her in an obnoxiously tight (but not painful...) embrace. "She sent us decorations without a tree?"

The threat of someone else taking over his job was enough to bring clarity to his sleepy mind. His brows hitched with an incoherent grumblyjumbly noise. "Papa's ready to bring home a tree!"

"Just because you made a friend..." His grip went loose as an arm slid from her smaller form, using it's elbow to lift himself a tiny bit from the cushion. "These are things you do with your family!" Which is what..she was..trying to do in the first place.

"I'll just need to find an axe."

[childtiger-blog]

time for toys and time for cheer

Kaede felt terrible.. The whole time she’d been at Shibuku Academy she’d done her best to avoid her father. Leaving before him in the mornings, avoiding him in the halls, going to bed before he did.. And so on. Though it wasn’t actually Kotetsu she was avoiding.. It was the conversation that was bound to come up.

Why she was there. 

It was earlier that day Kaede received a package from her grandmother. 

Here, Kaede.

I’m sure your father didn’t bring any, so I got you two some decorations. 

And then there was something about being nice to her dad and to talk to him. How did she know these things? A huff escaped Kaede and she set the note aside to open the box. Grandma really overdid it. There were some cute Hero ornaments for a tree (including a Barnaby one. Kaede is kind of fangirling on the inside) along with a small wreath, a star, mistletoe(???) and a bunch of other decorations. Oh look.. There were even cookie cutters and baking stuff. 

Kaede dragged herself off the bed, bringing the box along with her carefully as she exited her room. Big box. Little girl. No NEXT powers. This was awkward. But she made it to the kitchen table, setting the box down before taking a deep breath. Into the living room…

“Papa!”

A quick leap and she was on top of Kotetsu, mushing at his face with both hands. The assault went on for a few minutes before she just smacked his cheek once.. Gently, of course.

“Get off your butt! We’re decorating! And then we’re baking cookies! You better not burn them!” 

[tiger-hero-blog]

Though it did nothing to remedy the gap in their relationship, Kotetsu never questioned Kaede's habits. He figured she was simply trying to do her best to redeem herself — maybe she felt guilty, landing herself in a place like Shibuku while being the daughter of a hero (and inadvertently dragging her papa along, but with ever-dwindling powers, what better job could he have?). He didn't interrupt her mantra and his own hadn't changed from back in Sternbild. Wake up, get through the day, cook something, pass out inconveniently somewhere, repeat.

At the moment, he was in the middle of watching— being watched by the nightly news, slumped over on the couch with his head tilted against a cold, long-emptied (days, not hours) beer bottle.

Until he was attacked, which...it took him a moment to even realize what was going on. Her weight was barely uncomfortable, and he could deal with having his cheeks mushed. The little slap had him sneaking a glance at what the fuss was about, only to lazily bring a hand up to Kaede's forehead, holding it in place as if it would halt anymore facial-abuse.

"Who's baking cookies?" The question was scritchy and he sounded as disinterested as he looked. With a gigantic yawn, he closed his eyes again, grip going lax...his hand slinked down his daughter's face until it flopped onto his chest in a weak fist.

..Oh wait a sec. With great effort, he peeked up at Kaede with a one-eyed-half-lidded glance. "Are we celebrating something...? What did you do?"

[tiger-hero-blog]

take me out to the ball game (open)

[baseball-x-sushi-deactivated201]

“Yeah, Haru’s from Namimori too, but she’s at Shibuku now.” He still wasn’t exactly sure why she was there, but… he’d known of her transfer. It was rather shocking at the time.

His chances… were that high of being accepted? Did his coach really believed that? So… could he tell that he was a decent player just from their talking alone? Or maybe he had an eye for that type of thing? Who knew what past experience the other had, after all. “Haha, I sure hope so! I’m glad to hear that from Coach though.” It had him feeling a little more at ease about making the team. No matter how many years he succeeded in that… he always felt that bit of worry just like anyone else did.

“Right! I’m sure we’ll form a team in no time! Ah- Coach doesn’t have to pay! I made the sushi and I have plenty of milk for us too!” Besides, if they wound up picking up more players, Yamamoto was always up to making some more. Hm… he had to wonder if Gokudera would mind that many people in their dorm though… Well, it was a special occasion! He was sure he would let it slide, at least this once.

Now that Kotetsu was up and following him, Yamamoto began his way down to the field, hoping by the time they got there that some students would already be playing. Those would be the adamant players like himself, which he was always overjoyed to meet! He’s probably the biggest baseball freak who ever lived though. He turned to look at the man walking beside him, questions already forming again. “By the way, does Coach have a home-run technique? Or maybe has thought of signs for us? I can’t wait to meet my catcher so we can start making some!” If he did become the pitcher, of course.

[tiger-hero-blog]

Color him surprised. Maybe this Haru girl would want to join in? Another girl had approached him about it and he didn't turn her away. He still didn't understand the division there - why they needed separate teams for boys and girls, but he'd either get chideded for it soon or everyone would simply accept the co-ed team.

Call it Tiger!instinct, or having good intuition occasionally. Everything he assumed about this kid in regards to baseball, he simply drew upright on the spot based on that conviction he emitted. Heading out to practice, wanting to be on the team and then being open to taking up a couple roles - his kid could have been an undercover thug and Kotetsu wouldn't have had any idea. A hand shyly rubbed at the back of his head. He could really get used to his opinions holding so much worth.

A baseball player cook? Maybe they could trade off more than a few tips. With such positive recreational activities, one had to seriously wonder how Yamamoto ended up here. "I see I see! I'm looking forward to trying your sushi." Why couldn't Kaede bring home these types of boys? Not that..she was..dating, or even bringing home men, but he's seen her associating with some questionable young men in the past. "You must make your own lunches every day?" More assumptions, more ambiguous things to admire about his latest draftee.

...Wait, techniques. He needed to be thinking of techniques for these things? Wasn't it about just...hitting the ball and running as fast as possible to the next base, eventually progressing to home plate? What sort of method was he supposed to be responsible for? "A...uhm.." Despite knowing his clipboard was full of blank pages, he untucked it from his arm and flipped through, just in case a cheat sheet managed to slip itself in somewhere. Oh, wait a second. Was Yamamoto now taking the reins? By all means.

"I thought I'd leave that between you and Yoyo. It's best for you two to find something comfortable to work on, don't you think?" He probably wouldn't need to convince Takeshi-san here to handle things, since he was already alluding to that himself. This was just Kotetsu pretending to have a grip on things as coach.

[tiger-hero-blog]

take me out to the ball game (open)

[baseball-x-sushi-deactivated201]

At the question about Kaoru, Yamamoto had to shake his head. His good baseball-buddy was still back in Namimori. He quickly learned he would miss him during his stay at Shibuku, they’d grown close over the passed couple years. “Kaoru is still at my old school. I would like for him to be here, but… Haha, kinda glad he’s not.” After all, that would mean his friend was in trouble too, and Yamamoto didn’t want that. “Oh! You think they might? Haru brought them for us last time, but I’m not sure if she brought them again.” He wondered if she had any costumes with her at all at this school?

Of course hearing that he was at least a candidate for cleanup batter was enough to make Yamamoto smile. “Thank you, Coach! I hope I’ll be able to make them both here!” If not, being on the team would be plenty for him. Especially if he made pitcher!

Oh… did it come out that way? Well, Yamamoto did want him to see how he played. Maybe at least pitch for him, show his different types of pitches. He was really working on his fastball lately, though touching up on all of them. He rubbed at the back of his head some, expression turning bashful again.

“If Coach doesn’t mind… Ah! You’ll come then? Thank you! I’m sure we’ll find more players down there too!” If not, Yamamoto would help Kotetsu look elsewhere afterward.

He was again gripping his equipment bag, starting to take a couple steps away from where the other was sitting. “And then if Coach wants, we can take a break for sushi and milk too?”

[tiger-hero-blog]

"Haru?" Sounded like another one of his old school friends. Either way, that was a good tactic to use if anyone felt nervous about batting. Or maybe they could substitute fruit costumes for something else. Starting a baseball team might be more technical than first imagined.

He felt he had more to owe Yamamoto, but accepted the gratitude with a silly grin and a thumbs up. "Somehow I think it's going to be easy for you." It would be nice to have someone like Mr. Takeshi playing all the positions, but that's what made a team a team, right? Several skill levels coming together to triumph..uhh, triumph in general! Or..to lose, but if they were all losing together it was still...

Anyway, he gave a single nod and tucked his pen away into a back pocket. "Right, right. This type of stuff is important!" He had nothing important to do that particular afternoon anyway — besides recruit.

"..Milk and sushi?" Was that really a good mix? Well, he was too young to drink, wasn't he? Good choice, kid! He wasn't taking into consideration how awkward the whole thing was - mingling with students like this probably wasn't a common, encouraged thing, but Kotetsu didn't mind it. "Sounds fine to me! I'll pay if we find more team mates."

[ilikecuteshitsowhat-blog]

Gift shops are expensive as fuck.

[ilikecuteshitsowhat-blog]

In a millisecond, Kanji eyes the direction of the voice coming his way. His nose flared a bit of steam, shoving the plush he had in his hand back in its rightful spot, hiding his hand in his pocket. He was thinking about just ignoring the adult, having a hard time talking to them, especially school officials because none of the ones back in Inaba liked him or gave him any respect and with that he didn’t give them any either. He’s been stuck with that loop for years that he assumed every adult, other than his mother, would do that. 

“What? I’m just browsing. Somethin’ wrong with that?” His voice had an attitude, defending himself thinking the adult assumed he was stealing something like a lot of other people do sometimes. 

He’s seen this guy before around the school. Don’t know if he’s a teacher or janitor, but like he cared. He hoped this guy wasn’t going to stick around. He was having a good day.

[tiger-hero-blog]

Ahhh, what was that?

Squint squint.

Had he just...stolen something? He glanced between the shelf to the blond's pocketed hand, then decided there wasn't anything to be suspicious of. He'd replaced whatever he was looking at back where it belonged..right! But if those buzzers went off when Kanji left, he wouldn't forgive the boy.

"Haaah?" Had this kid read his mind? His brows knit. This kid must have been having a bad day. Maybe zoos weren't his thing?

"So am I." He affirmed after several uncomfortable moments, clearing his throat. "I'm looking for something cool..but something a girl would like too."

He probably should have been bothering someone who worked the shop, but Mr. Badass was closer.