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Setting down his teacup with a sigh, Karamatsu's gaze didn't wander from the perfect view of the gardens just behind the large windows.

It had been a few days since he had gone on that magical horse ride through the forest with you, and ever since you had arrived back at your palace, it seemed as if you had been avoiding him. Which he found to be most unfortunate, as he had found the conversation the both of you had then was heartfelt and honest, and he even thought that it had brought you two ever so slightly closer together.

Alas, he was wrong. The words you had exchanged with him had only weakened your bond and any chances at becoming closer, it seems. Now, whenever you spotted him around the palace halls, you would swiftly turn the other way and scurry off before he could get the chance to speak. He would be left in the dust of your footsteps, a hand outstretched towards your silhouette and a frown on his lips.

Karamatsu wasn't sure what to do.

His words were true; he wanted to get to know you, bit by bit. He wanted you to give him a chance, despite his reputation as a stupid and unwise prince. Despite all his flaws and imperfections, he wanted you to take his hand and walk alongside him, if not as lovers then at the very least as friends.

Clearly, however, you didn't have the same thoughts in mind.

He sighed again, much heavier this time, his sorrow almost visible in the air around him. Karamatsu had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before — he had never even lasted this long inside someone else's kingdom! He usually would have been kicked out, literally, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. Although you didn't give him the kindest of welcomes, you had at least allowed him to stay. He thought that to be very kind of you.

Resting his palm against his cheek, he cast his sullen gaze to the sky. No matter what he did, his mind would always fall back to you. He would like to think it was love, but he wasn't that stupid of a prince to truly believe that.

"Prince Karamatsu?" He startled at the call of his name, sitting up straight and turning to look over his shoulder to find your mother, Queen Koume, walking steadily towards him with a kind smile. He stood up from his seat, bowing low as his signature smirk worked its way into his face.

"Queen Koume! It is truly a blessing to be in your presence."

"Likewise," she chuckled, tapping his shoulder and gesturing for him to rise, "But I think formalities can be dropped for a short while, don't you agree?"

"If that is what you wish," he flicked his sparkling cape around him, the material elegantly twirling around him before settling along his back.

"I hope you have been enjoying your stay in our kingdom," she started, moving to take a seat opposite from Karamatsu's.

"Of course! I expected nothing less from the Aoki Kingdom — full of beauty as far as the eye can see!"

Queen Koume chuckled again, silently liking the flowery words that always seemed to flow seamlessly out of the young prince's mouth. He had quite a talent for it.

"And my daughter has been treating you well?"

"Indeed! She truly is a kind and soft soul, to treat me as gently as the flowers that bloom in her wake—!"

"Then why is she not with you?"

Karamatsu stilled, eyes wide and smile stiff. He glanced over to the Queen, and upon seeing her raised brow and the suspicious squint in her eyes, he deflated, sitting himself back down and tracing a finger around the rim of his teacup.

"How long has she been avoiding you?"

"...Almost three days, now..."

She sighed, her eyes falling to her folded hands in her lap. A few moments of silence go by, and she interrupts it with her soft voice.

"I would like to apologise for my daughter. She has always found it difficult to bond with those from outside our kingdom."

"No, no, I understand her completely." Karamatsu shook his head, a small smile on his lips that didn't quite meet his eyes. "I am a prince from the kingdom of Akatsuka. We are known for our unwillingness to become kings and our poor knowledge on royal duties. I'm not surprised that she wouldn't want anything to do with me... It is something that I have become used to."

"But it is not something you deserve."

He paused, slowly raising his eyes to meet hers.

"Appearances are a struggle for royals to upkeep, because it is the only thing that others are willing to look at. When I look at you, Karamatsu, I don't look at the failure of a prince. I look at the heart you wear on your sleeve."

Karamatsu's cheeks tinged a light pink, her knowing smile making it hard to look away.

"When others look at my daughter, they see a cold and silent girl, with her head full of pride and her eyes full of malice. But when you look at her, tell me, what do you see?"

"...What do I see...?"

He saw a beautiful girl with a heart that was closed off to the world in fear of getting hurt. He saw a girl who spoke her mind without the fear of the opinions of others. He saw a girl with a strong and matured mind with a young, caring heart, a weakness that she didn't want to expose. Because if it ever was, her world would crumble around her.

Queen Koume stood up, walking around the small table to reach Karamatsu, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her with wide eyes, akin to a child. Her fondness for him grew.

"Talk to her. She will try to run, but don't let her out of your reach."

With those words, she left him to his thoughts, disappearing around the corner. Karamatsu's mind was onto telling him one thing.

'I need to see her.'

He bolted from his seat, running down the hallways in an aimless attempt to find you. As he passed by the entrance to the gardens, he skidded to a halt, rushing over to one of the gardeners who was busy pruning a bush of purple and blue flowers.

"Excuse me!" He called, standing over them. "If you would be so kind, I need some assistance with a gift." He gestured to the flowers around him, his thick brows furrowed into a pleading frown. The gardener stared up at him in shock before relaxing into a grin.

"Of course! I have the perfect gift."

He clipped a hefty bunch of the flowers in front of him, grabbing a ribbon from his pocket and tying it around the stems into a neat bow.

"Hydrangeas. For anything that is sincerely heartfelt." He winked, handing them over to the prince.

"Wonderful! Thank you!" Karamatsu turned on his heel to run off, only to then back around with a sheepish grin. "Do you know where I can find the Princess?"

"She usually hides herself away in the library. But you didn't hear that from me!"

"Thank you!" He called again over his shoulder as he dashed off, coloured petals drifting around him as the wind carried them away. A woman peeked around one of the hedges, grinning down at the gardener.

"Playing Cupid, are we?" She chuckled.

"That's all on him," he shrugged. The both of them watched a blue blur run off into the distance, mentally sending him the best of luck before returning to their tasks.

Karamatsu ran as fast as his legs could carry him, barely making it down the right corridors until he came to a stumbling halt in front of a large set of double doors, the wood engraved with ivory stems curling around bookshelves. This was the place.

He took a moment to catch his breath, brushing his hair back into place with his hand and gathering the courage before opening the doors with a firm push, pausing as they revealed a vast library filled to the brim with books and rolled parchment.

He glanced around as he walked in, scanning every empty table and chair until he came across a set of stairs spiralling upwards, swallowing thickly as he ascended, one slow step at a time.

His heart was thundering in his chest as he reached the top, almost fit to burst as he finally saw your figure hunched over a pile of books that were opened up and spread along the floor, your studious gaze stuck the words on the pages of text until the sound of his footsteps made you look up in surprise.

Your eyes met his, wide and unsuspecting. Karamatsu's heart sped up, skipping a beat as he saw your skin becoming flushed in shock, his own cheeks matching the reddening tint that was spreading across your face.

Neither of you could speak, finding yourselves speechless. You always had something to say, but now, sitting there and peering up at the man you had been attempting to push away for days now, you found that your throat had run dry, and your lips slightly parted, searching for words that couldn't escape you.

You watched as he took careful steps forward, kneeling down in front of you on one knee to reach your eye level, his brown eyes never once leaving yours.

In his arms, he carried clusters of hydrangeas, swirling colours of blue and purple, and your heart jumped. It startled you; it was if it had leapt up your throat.

He held them out to you, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Princess [Y/N]."

His words were firm but gentle, enough to get you to stay, and enough to tell you that there was nothing stopping you from leaving. Even so, you found yourself unable to move.

"These flowers are for you. I hope these will suffice as a gift, in exchange for a chance to speak with you."

「 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ⇀ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

── ❝ 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁, 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁-𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹. ❞

〡𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓〡

⤷ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢

◉ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

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Todomatsu - Malicious Deity

Nyarlathotep!Todomatsu & Reader

Time no longer existed in this world.

Those who still had a sliver of sense knew that the Earth had now become a place full of demented horror and twisted dreams.

The reign of Nyarlathotep had begun long ago, and any signs of him stopping were nowhere in sight. He didn't need a throne to present his rule; just the screams of the damned and the terrific wasteland he had forced your home to become would suffice.

You had watched in vain, how the people around you slowly allowed their will to crumble away. Their sanity was no longer with them. Looking into their eyes, you could only see dark swirls of a deep craze, burning away at their minds and corrupting their souls, leaving them irreparable.

Wandering through these broken streets, decorated with its smashed cars and dented lampposts, you couldn't understand. What had humanity done to deserve such a punishment? Your mind wavered unsteadily, swaying along with your body as you threatened to collapse out of sheer exhaustion.

Casting your empty gaze to the sky, it wasn't as blue as you remembered it to be. You couldn't remember if it had ever been blue at all. There was only red and ashen grey, merging and twisting into contorted figures, burning the world to a crisp. Winged beings that shouldn't exist covered the sun, and their human-like screeches replaced the morning birds' song.

This wasn't Earth. So what was it?

You vaguely registered the harsh hold suddenly appearing on your wrist, multiple hands pulling you backwards and sending you tumbling to the cracked asphalt. More cuts and bruises were added to your skin, but it didn't make a difference to you.

"Offer her! Her, her! This is the one!" A hoarse, erratic voice pierced your ears. Numerous chants and noises of agreement followed after, and soon enough, you were taken away. Dragged, dragged, down streets you didn't know and over disfigured bodies. The smell of rotting flesh and metallic blood made you gag — maybe even more.

Living such a life was maddening. You didn't consider this living anymore. You didn't know if this was life or death. You knew nothing of this world.

Because this wasn't Earth. So what was it?

Hazy, blinded by darkness; you felt something slip over you. It felt weighted and scratchy. Too tight on your already thinning stomach. The neck constricted your breath. The material felt foreign, making you writhe uncomfortably. Your dry lips parted as you began to whine and thrash against the binds of numerous limbs. Crying out in utter agony, your parched throat sizzled under your skin.

There were words you couldn't understand. They filtered into your mind, but for what purpose were they there? They were always repeating themselves in whispers, the wisps of their lost meaning travelling over your skin, carried away by the wind. You felt your brows crease in confusion.

Why were you being given away? To who? And why you? Were you coming back? What about your own family?

No answers came to you. There were no answers in this world to be given. It always take, take, take. A vicious, cruel reality, that never ceased. The madness never stopped. Never. Never. Never.

Your body was enveloped in a chilling cold, the icy fog seeping into your bones, freezing you into place. Then, just as suddenly, a searing heat flushed you from head to toe. It hurt. It was painful. A scream tore itself from your lungs, almost forcefully, leaving your breathless and gasping for air.

"And what do we have here?"

The voice seized all pain. Time seemed to freeze, which confused you. Time no longer existed.

Cracking your eyes open, one beat at a time, you came face to face with a strange being. It was a man. And yet, you knew it wasn't. Its' third eye stared down at you blankly from atop its' head, with its' few dark tentacles wrapping around you tightly. Its' devil-like wings spread out behind it, fluttering steadily.

An unseen weight pushed down onto your chest. You were beyond terrified.

Its' hot pink gaze, large and rounded, scrutinised your frozen form, travelling over the ragged and haphazardly sewn dress that had been hastily thrown over you. Lifting you up to its' eye level, you shivered as a tentacle wrapped itself around your bare thigh, slowly inching higher until it stopped.

The being threw its' head back, laughing cruelly.

"You mortals are so naive..." it sighed, a curved smirk resting on its lips. Crossing its' arms over its broad chest, you watched as a throne of reddened bones materialised beneath it, big enough for it to sit itself upon.

"You have given me offering after offering, and still wonder why my reign has yet to cease. Have you not considered that these 'offerings' are of no interest to me?" It raised a brow, snickering. "Or maybe they're too far gone to even think."

Your lips trembled. You could not speak, nor move. In the presence Nyarlathotep, a human can do nothing.

"So foolish..." a cold finger ran itself down the side of your dampened cheek, "I am not a being driven by lust. I serve only to carry out the wills of the slumbering Gods. Do you understand me, mortal?"

He brought you close, pressing his lips hard against the lobe of your ear.

"You cannot stop a God's will. Accept that this is no longer Earth — this is Hell."

A single answer to your single question. All at once, your cries stopped. The tremors running through your body came to a halt. The fog over your mind was gone. You relaxed into the being's hold, slumping against his slick appendages.

"...You are an interesting one," He chuckled darkly. He moved back, staring, contemplating. A moment passed, and his eyes filled with something you had never seen before.

"You have walked through this Hell for so long, but your mind has yet to break."

He settled you down onto his lap, forcefully grabbing your chin to look you in the eyes. Dull, and lacking life. His smirk widened, his sharpened teeth glinting dangerously.

"Perhaps I shall leave you there for a little while longer... To see what it takes to shatter your will."

Your vision began to darken. In a blink, you found yourself in a tattered street. Decorated with smashed cars and dented lampposts. You cast your eyes around from building to broken building, unsure of what you were searching for.

Pushing forward, you began to wander through these broken streets, unable to understand. What had humanity done to deserve such a punishment? Your mind wavered unsteadily, swaying along with your body as you threatened to collapse out of sheer exhaustion.

IYAMI ONDO ED ENGLISH TRANSLATION!!!!!!!!!

Versión español aquí!

Iyami is so bitter in this song. He just wants someone to love him ;_; Is anyone willing to give him that love?

I happened to look at the puyasubs spanish release of this episode and I discovered…that the spanish version of Episode 5’s release had the Iyami Ondo ED SUBBED!!!! So I translated it to English. But’s not all I did, I did a lot of retiming with the lyrics to match the japanese lines, typesetting, and a lot of additional edits to make the translation more accurate with my almost non existant japanese skills. Translation notes below. 

Boring Translation notes to read if you’re interested!

Changed “Me quedo en la habitación masturbándome.” –> The loud “rolling sound” in the room is, Faaapity, fap (El ruidoso “sonido de rodadura” en la habitación es, Paaaja, paja)

This was a little tricky.

According to this blogpost:https://atsushiyoshidausa(dot)wordpress(dot)com/2013/09/22/acting-goro-goro-joy-of-learning-japanese-2/

Gorogoro (ごろごろ) is an onomatopoeic word that can have multiple meanings. It’s most obvious meaning should be a sound a rolling object makes since Osomatsu and Iyami make the rolling movements with their hands. If you want to imagine what rolling objects make a “Gorogoro sound”, think bowling ball, watermelon, boulder. etc.

THAT’S how loud their fappy sound is!!!!

2nd biggest change I made was change “Cuerpos esbeltos/No puedo parar de mirarlos.” –> Nonchalantly(Despreocupado.)/Look at their revealing bodies(Mira sus cuerpos reveladores). I found this was more accurate after looking at the japanese lines.

Chapter 3

A cold beer can was pressed against your cheek, the cool water droplets smearing across your skin as you sighed blissfully. Ozo released his hold on you as you settled down onto the back seats of his taxi, leaning against the door frame as he brushed away the hair from his eyes.

"The AC doesn't work in here, so this is all I can do for you." You nodded, quietly thanking him before he shut the door, moving towards the driver's seat and strapping in. "You were headed for Iriabi, right?"

You paused, glancing at the back of his head.

"Iriabi...?"

"Yeah. That's where this road leads to. Want me to drop you off?"

"Uh.. N-No, I live in Akatsuka, so..." You were too embarrassed to say out loud that you had never heard of Iriabi before, and you shrunk down a little into your seat to try and avoid his gaze in the rear view mirror. Ozo raised a brow at your reaction but shrugged nonetheless, starting up the car and getting it into gear as it began rolling slowly down the uneven road, gradually picking up speed.

"Akatsuka, huh?" he continued, not wasting the opportunity to start some small talk with a pretty girl, "I've never seen you around before! And I never forget cute faces like yours once I've seen 'em." He winked back at you through the mirror, chuckling at how your mouth feel agape at his obvious flirting.

"Maybe a name for your face might help me remember?"

The sensible side of your brain was already screaming at the man for being so shameless with those dumb and cringe-worthy pickup lines, as if he had the audacity to think that they were good. But after being alone for so long, after having virtually no one to talk to like this for months on end, and especially after being complimented so nicely for the first time in who knows how long, as sad as it may sound, your heart jumped for joy and craved for more.

"It's [L/N] [Y/N]."

"[Y/N]..." he murmured, as if tasting the word in his tongue curiously, his lips twisting into a cheeky grin, "Suits you! Pretty name for a pretty girl!"

You stammered out another word of thanks, pinching the skin of your arm as a reminder to not to get ahead of yourself. You pushed away the hopeful thoughts from your mind, knowing that he wasn't serious. No one had ever been serious before, and this wasn't any different. Right?

The car ride back to Akatsuka village was a lot shorter then the walk would have been, and you found yourself re-entering the town after around ten minutes. Ozo had filled that small silence with gentle hums of a song you didn't recognise and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, his demeanour a lot more relaxed and slack compared to your tense form.

"What's your address? I'll drop you off!" His sudden question startled you out of your quiet stupor, and you quickly gave him the street name.

"Do you need directions?"

"Nah! I know this town like the back of my hand," he bragged, making a quick right turn as he rubbed his index finger under the bridge of his noise. True to his word, he managed to navigate his way through the wide and empty streets until he finally pulled the car to a halt outside your front door.

"Here's your stop!" He chuckled to himself, watching as you began to clamber out of the car, beer can still in your grasp. You came up to his window, too busy taking out your purse to notice him eye the meter momentarily before turning to you with the same curved smile.

"Did I forget to tell you? First timers get a free ride!"

You paused, staring at him wide eyed. Surely that wasn't a real thing?

"A-Are you sure? I have money--"

"Don't worry about it! You don't need to pay me a single yen."

"I... Well, thank you," was all you could say. You barely had enough energy to continue interacting anymore. You just wanted to go inside and lie down in front of your fan for the rest of the day. The air was stifling.

"It's nothing..!" Ozo's mind flew to his boss, knowing he wouldn't approve of him doing this, but then again there were many things his boss didn't approve of. This one would just have to be swept under the rug.

"Have a nice day," you bowed hastily, turning on your heel and heading to your front door, keys already grasped tightly between your fingers. Ozo flailed for words, not wanting to let you go just yet, but you were already halfway through the door, your face obscured by your strands of hair.

"You too, sweetheart! Maybe I'll see you again sometime!"

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He never got a verbal response, only the sound of your door shutting behind you, the noise bouncing off the walls of nearby buildings and echoing around him. He sat back in his seat, rubbing his finger once again under his nose, grinning to himself.

"Nailed it."

Ozo began manoeuvring his car away from your home, sending one final glance back to your house through the side mirror before it disappeared from view.

Now that he was alone again, the quietness in his car and the town was really starting to bore him. It hadn't even been that long since he finished his break over at Iriabi with his youngest brother, but he felt as if he deserved another. It wasn't like there were going to be many people who needed a lift around here, anyway.

With a soft hum, Ozo diverted his car from the main road and set off down a smooth stone pathway instead, the grass on the edges of the road now becoming more clean cut and less wild and untamed.

Over the line of trees that were bunched together in the distance, he could make out two large and familiar houses, the sun glinting off of their grey tiled roofs. His eyes drifted over to the one on the right, with the roof being slightly lower and flatter compared to the other.

A smirk spread across his face as a thought drifted through his mind, and he pressed his foot down further onto the gas.

Rolling up in front of white stone fencing with the entrance carefully carved into a large circular shape, Ozo wasted no time in driving the car through the entrance and parking it in front of the wooden sliding doors at the front of the house. He left the car to sit in the gravelled driveway, whistling as he swung his keys around his index finger before allowing it to slip into his pocket.

He knocked loudly on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels as his brown orbs wandered around his surroundings, noticing the same coloured flowers and neatly cut hedges that were there the last time he was there, which seemed like such a long time ago. The sign with the words 'Midorito Estate' carved into it looked as if it had just been freshly polished, the wood surface shining smoothly under the sun.

The heat was starting to really irritate him by the time the door was slid open, revealing a man dressed in a grey yukata, whose eyes were narrowed and lips pulled into a scowl at the sight of Ozo on the other side of the door.

"Chorosuke! Long time no see!" Ozo cheerily greeted with a lazy wave of his hand.

"You were literally here just last night, Ozo," Chorosuke growled, his words turning into a strained yelp as Ozo simply walked past him.

"Well, it's been a long day for me." Kicking his shoes off with little grace or care for where they landed, Ozo swiftly evaded the angered hands of Chorosuke as they attempted to throttle him, easily navigating his way to the main sitting room and flopping himself down onto the tatami flooring in front of a large fan.

"Who said you could come in here?!" Ozo grumbled lowly, ignoring the man as he shut his eyes and relished in the cold wind as it breezed across his face, sifting through his hair and traversing down his neck. The collar of his shirt flapped noisily under the fan's wind, the whirring of its many hands almost enough to drown out Chorosuke's berating.

Almost.

"You're lucky I don't call the police on you! Do you have any idea what that would do to my family name?!"

"Yeah yeah, I heard ya' the last time you told me. Just relax.... We're brothers, anyway, aren't we?" Ozo's voice was already groggy with sleepiness, the whole ambiance of the room very close to lulling him to sleep.

Chorosuke stood by the door, a tense look in his eyes as he registered Ozo's words.

The word 'brother' was still foreign to him. It left an odd taste on his tongue whenever he spoke the word, and an equally odd ring in his ear when he heard it. All his life he had been brought up with his one and only younger sister, but now over the past two years, a handful of men show up with the same face as him, and one of them claiming them all to be long lost brothers.

It might not be far from the truth, especially with the fair bits of evidence he had seen, but even so...

"Hey, you got any beer? My stash ran out."

...Even so, how could he be related to such an idiot?

"Is that all you ever come here for?" Chorosuke grumbled, reluctantly moving over to a door on the far left wall which lead to the kitchen and grabbing a beer can from the fridge. He shut the fridge door, only to open it a moment later to grab a can for himself. He was going to need it if he was now forced to deal with that in his living room.

"If it's free, I'll take it," Ozo chuckled as the other returned, gladly taking the beverage and briefly pressing it to his warm neck before cracking it open.

"Then I'll charge you next time."

"You're already rich enough!"

Chorosuke hid the small smile threatening to break onto his lips behind his drink, turning his head away to peer outside of the opened doors revealing his vast and beautifully decorated back garden. It was the same blue sky, he noted, and it looked just as serene as it did when he saw it last.

"I'm surprised Toshio isn't with you today. Actually, that's probably a good thing..." Chorosuke began. He was more used to the two menaces storming his house at the same time instead of on separate occasions.

Ozo shrugged, "I haven't seen him all day. Who knows what he's doing..." A stretch of silence passed before Ozo suddenly snapped his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Oh yeah! Did you make the call yet?"

"I managed to reach them this morning," Chorosuke nodded. "They'll be here by tomorrow night, if they're not swamped with work."

"That quick? I thought they'd be here by the end of the week!"

"Well, Hajime is unemployed, so he has plenty of time on his hands, and Karatsugu is barely paid attention to in his office. I'm not too surprised."

Ozo made a small noise of agreement. A soft smile stretched across his lips as he gazed at the fully grown maple tree sat in the centre of Chorosuke's garden. It had been a while since he and his brothers had gotten together, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. The memories of the last time they gathered together under the same roof made him giddy with anticipation as to what havoc they would wreak this time around.

His thoughts swirled back and forth through his mind for a while before one particular thought lingered in front of his mind, allowing his smile to morph into an impish grin. He elbowed Chorosuke beside him to garner his attention, who only stared at him with an unimpressed grimace.

"Guess what, guess what?" He was already snickering. Chorosuke knew he didn't want to hear whatever this story was going to be, but he had no other choice, unfortunately.

"....What?" He sighed.

"I'm pretty sure I picked up a hitch hiker off the road today," Ozo began, "and she was super pretty. Like, gorgeous."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because! Don't you wanna hear about how big her boo-"

"Shut up!" Chorosuke hissed, grabbing a newspaper from nearby and smacking the roll over his target's head. Ozo only chuckled, barely moving away from his attacker. "What if Dayoko was to hear you?! You have no manners whatsoever, you dolt!"

"You say that, but your face is so red!" Ozo began to cackle with laughter, his free hand smacking his knee. Chorosuke stammered, a sweat now breaking out on his temple as he attempted to right himself.

"I-It is not! Just stop talking about it!"

"Aww, but I'm serious! It's been so long since I've seen a new face as cute as hers," Ozo sighed dreamily, his gaze now distant as he remembered your features, your voice, the little ticks of nervousness throughout the whole taxi ride... "And I know where she lives, too! So I can visit her whenever!"

"Please don't. That's just creepy. Borderline stalking," Chorosuke shook his head. He went to take another sip of his beer, only to find the can already empty. Ozo shook his, also finding it devoid of his favourite alcoholic drink. He gave Chorosuke a pointed look, eliciting a groan from him.

He stood up to fetch another beer. Maybe something stronger this time.

YOUR WRITING IS SO AMAZING!! YOU CHARACTERIZE THEM SO WELL HFJENFKEND THANK YOU FOR FUELLING MY MATSU FIRE 💕❤️❤️💕💕💕❤️💕❤️

AGAIZJBW YOU’RE WELCOMEEEE IM SOSO HAPPY UR ENJOYING WHAT I WRITE OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Writing their personalities and the way they act is acc so fun (and funny hhaaa) I guess it’s cuz after I’ve watched the episodes so many times it’s like engraved into my head which,,,,, idk if it’s good or bad,,, 🥲 BUT THANK U AGSHAJBZHQ