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Her Smile

lowkey dont remember writing this or why its sad

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Ace stared at the horizon, leaning on the railing of the Spadille, the sunset a beautiful glow. He should be in a good mood, they had escaped the Marines yet again and were sailing peacefully, but a small part of him felt empty.

The beautiful red and orange painted all around him didn’t help with the memories of her, of her hair and her smile. Her genuine smile as tears streamed down her face as he got further and further away from her. He knew that she would’ve enjoyed watching the skies of the New World, he knew very little about her, but he knew she would have appreciated it. Just as she would have appreciated the stars on a clear night or the gentle breeze on a sunny day. He wished they had more time to enjoy those more minor things with each other.

He liked to remember her smiling, though he had only seen it rarely, without all the tears and the heaviness of the situation. Like that one time Kotatsu had pounced on her, and his fur had tickled her as he licked her face, the sound of her laugh was something he hoped never to forget. He couldn’t escape it sometimes, the sadness she brought, but he knew she’d hate it if he weren’t happy when he thought of her. So he focused on the times she had smiled without a care in the world, laughed at his misfortunes or desperately tried to stifle her giggles in a serious moment, the times when they were more than just two teenagers on different sides of the law.

But most of all, when he thought of her, on the much safer seas of paradise, he wished she’d forget him and the pain he had brought. There was no need for her to waste time on someone like him; she deserved much more than he could give her.

He, however, could never forget her. Her arrival into his life had been unexpected, but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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clover1412

4 weeks ago

Quick Tsujimura doodle

Yeah… been real busy lately. Work, trying to finish a commission… I’ll get into a grind (I say probably lying)

Have a messy doodle of my mom 🩵

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clover1412

2 months ago

My coworker asked if he was smoking hookah. Anyways I accidentally deleted my base color layer lmfao 🙃

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clover1412

2 weeks ago

higuchi and tsujimura for the chara ask game <3 (- kavi/blackwaves. looks at my choice in characters and goes this may be an expected sign-off,)

hey kavi!!! 🫶 yes it’s very expected but i’m glad because i love talking about these girls

higuchi ichiyou - bsd

favorite thing about them: ohohoho. what if you devoted yourself entirely to someone for nothing in return. what if you were doomed to be drawn to each other and yet fundamentally incompatible i.e. akutagawa valuing devotion but resenting being protected/relying on others… higuchi desperate to understand the misunderstood and to fix those who are suffering but never getting that reassurance she needs that she’s Doing the Right Thing.

anyway. my favorite thing about her is the intensity of her emotion. the fact that akutagawa becomes more than just the object of her romantic feelings - he becomes her purpose, and this doesn’t even develop from mutual love. she keeps herself in constant danger in a place she doesn’t belong for it, because she’s in so deep that she’s not even looking out for him just out of affection anymore. he’s no longer just a crush, he’s what keeps her going. to give up on him would be to give up on herself. to me it’s a super compelling, almost a descent-into-madness kind of devotion that is even more delicious to me than the dazai-akutagawa fixation because for higuchi there are canonical romantic feelings and rose-colored glasses involved. she can justify the bad things he does not only because she wants to but because she has to. or else she has to confront her own stupidity

least favorite thing about them: the watering down of her character to tropes. the simultaneous demonization and infantilization of her by the fanbase. the way she’s made into more of an aggressor in her relationship with akutagawa than he is??????

favorite line: “It’s not easy to break away from the mafia, but it’s not impossible. The only reason I didn’t do it is…”

brOTP: i bet you all think i’m gonna say tachihara but no. atsushi #higuatsuBFFLs

OTP: higugin. tachihigugin. tachihigu. higusano. tsujihigu (new addition)

nOTP: re: my last post abt akutagawa. higuaku but because i like it in this very specific unrequited way that is rarely captured in fan content

random headcanon: she always wears a little anklet her sister made for her when they were younger. she also keeps cough drops, warm gloves, painkillers etc on her at all times. she tells herself she’s just covering all bases to pretend she isn’t hoping akutagawa will need one and it will prove that he needs her

unpopular opinion: uhh of course she’s hypervigilant and won’t leave akutagawa alone 😭 it’s her job to be responsible for the wellbeing of terminally ill man. if anything happened to him she’d have nothing left. besides even if she was keeping tabs on him solely for creepy reasons i wouldn’t particularly care #Sorry #LetWomenBeProblematic

song i associate with them: in my head - ariana grande AGHHHHHH. also waiting room by phoebe bridgers. and who’s gonna save u now? by rina sawayama for less depressing vibes

favorite picture of them: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Higuchi And Tsujimura For The Chara Ask Game

tsujimura mizuki - bsd

favorite thing about them: her relationship with her mother. her relationship with ayatsuji. her story, the fact that you can do everything right and try your absolutely hardest and sometimes it still won’t make things any easier. the (literal) shadows that she carries with her everywhere. her unwavering humanity in spite of it all.

least favorite thing about them: there is nothing i even remotely dislike about this woman

favorite line: “My soul was crying.” & “My heart was screaming. I knew the answer, and yet I couldn’t wrap my head around it.”

brOTP: chuutsuji!!!

OTP: hits myself on the head with frying pan. soutsuji oh my fucking god

nOTP: i don’t think i have one? i don’t ship ango/tsujimura but tbh i don’t know anyone who does

random headcanon: this is canon but i’m getting more specific about it. she’s a james bond fangirl. she has all the movie box sets & on blu-ray. there is a cutout of daniel craig in her bedroom and a poster of pierce brosnan on the wall

unpopular opinion: her (and ayatsuji) are not akuhigu clones or even remotely similar. there is no way you can read the entire gaiden novel and come to this conclusion. it’s the most crazy disservice to both dynamics i do not understand how so many people think this

song i associate with them: stealing class of 2013 from mocha. also. every girldriver song e.g bad girls by m.i.a., vroom vroom by charli xcx, joyride by kesha, shut up and drive by rihanna

favorite picture of them: please do not speak to me about any of these images

character ask game

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clover1412

4 months ago

Aftermath

the start of my ongoing tsujitsuji obsession

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Tsujimura found herself trying to jump out at Ayatsuji in anger for teasing her so soon after she had thought him dead. She, however, momentarily forgot the fact that she had been shot in the thigh.

She let out a strangled sort of noise as she began to fall but found herself supported by an arm.

‘You idiot,’ Ayatsuji had caught her. He lowered her back onto the ground, kneeling beside her. ‘We should send you to the hospital.’ He manoeuvred her around, letting her stretch out her legs, and placed pressure on her wound. For a moment, Tsujimura thought he was being nice to her, and she was reminded of the smile he showed her as he was shot.

‘I need my servant to return as soon as possible.’

That was more like him; she looked up at him, 'Like I said, I’m not a servant.’

‘That settles it,’ he cut in, placing his free arm on her shoulder. ‘We made a deal that you’ll listen to anything I tell you in a day, right? That day is tomorrow then.’

She looked at him incredulously. The nerve of him, 'Hang on, I’m injured, aren’t I?’

‘Now that’s pretty honest,’ he snickered.

He was just the worst; sometimes she wanted to shoot him herself. However, as she watched him laugh, clothes still soaked from his dip in the waterfall, tears welled in her eyes.

He stopped laughing. 'Tsujimura-kun, why-’

She punched him softly, ‘How could you let me think you died?’ The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now.

‘Well—’

‘After all I said to you, after I thought you died for me?’ She was clutching his damp shirt and sobbing into it.

Ayatsuji found himself completely lost for words, choosing to simply rub her shoulder. They were in silence for a while; she sobbed, and he comforted her. If anyone saw them, it didn’t bother him; although he had never been a touchy person, he found he didn’t mind. Knowing Tsujimura was alive and okay made it okay, so he didn’t stop her when she clutched onto him harder.

‘I’m sorry I called you selfish,’ her voice was muffled. ‘You were just trying to bring a horrible person to justice. I shouldn’t have let my personal feelings affect me too much.’

‘It’s okay,’ he chuckled softly. He’d been called much worse by people who didn’t care who their words affected. He’d grown thick skin after many years dealing with his ability.

‘You even made me a meal before you left, and I should’ve noticed it,’ she said, taking a shaky breath. ‘You’re never that nice to me.’

He stopped rubbing circles on her back, instead patting her head gently. He spoke softly, ‘I’m sorry.’

She stopped sobbing for a bit, looking up in confusion; maybe she had misheard, ‘What?’

‘I’m sorry, Tsujimura; I didn’t think he would shoot you.’

‘Huh,’ the confusion had successfully stopped her from crying. A million thoughts were going through her head; maybe she was really dying and her wound was worse than she thought.

‘What?’ He asked, a little exasperated. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘You never say sorry.’

'Yes, I do.’

'No, you do not!’ She said that louder, and the other agents stopped to look at them. She sheepishly looked away, trying to rub away the tear streaks on her face.

She heard the sound of a siren nearby, surprised she hadn’t noticed it before. She looked around; the paramedics had finally arrived and were headed towards them with a stretcher.

‘Sensei, help me up,’ he supported her as she slowly got up. Leaning on him, they started to hobble over to the paramedics. Immediately they had her lie down on the stretcher and began heading back to the ambulance.

He walked along with them, and as they approached the ambulance, he noticed Ango talking to another agent.

‘Tsujimura-kun.’

‘Sakaguchi-senpai,’ she turned weakly, finally feeling the effects of the blood loss.

‘I apologise that you were kept in the dark and that you were injured,’ he ran his hand through his hair. ‘We’ll discuss this in more depth after you have healed.’

She nodded, ‘Thank you, Senpai.’

‘There’s no need to thank me; I really do apologise for this.’

She smiled as they loaded her in the ambulance. She saw Ayatsuji climb in behind her, but she was too woozy to notice the wordless exchange between him and Ango. Technically, he should be returning to headquarters to explain the situation alongside Ango, but he could spare a few hours for him to worry about his assistant.

She remembered very little of the journey, apart from the feeling of someone gently pulling out the pins in her hair. Decreasing the discomfort she felt lying on her bun (she found them in her wallet when she got home)

She didn’t see Ayatsuji when she woke up after surgery. Thankfully the bullet hadn’t hit anything important, so they removed it and stitched her up. He would deny having been there the whole time, in his damp clothes, head in his hands as he waited for the surgeon to come out. Or how he sat by her bedside, holding her hand and tracing the little scars she got from being clumsy. He left at the first signs of her stirring, simply alerting the nurse as he left the ward and asking them not to mention his presence to her. It had been very early in the morning, so she drifted back to sleep with the faint memory of him.

Her first visitors in the morning had been her colleagues, bringing her flowers and chocolates. They came before heading into HQ to talk to the director, who had allowed them until morning to sort out their stories.

Ayatsuji visited much later, having showered, changed, taken a nap, and accompanied Ango in speaking to the director.

She smiled as he stepped into the room before realising he was alone. ‘Sensei! Did you sneak out again?! You know I have to report you, right!’

’Would you calm down? Sakaguchi-kun is downstairs waiting for me,’ he remained as indifferent as always, but added with a slight smirk, 'Well, escaping from here would be easy enough.’

‘Sensei! Don’t say things like that! And Sakaguchi-senpai has enough work already!’ She groaned in pain as she tried to get up too fast.

‘Tsujimura-kun, you believe things too easily,’ he dropped into the seat by her bed. ‘Did you forget you need to get better for your special training?’

‘Training?’

'Well, it would be a waste to use up my day of controlling you when you’ve been confined to a bed. Instead, I have come up with a training plan,’ he smirked, revealing a piece of paper from his pocket. ‘You’ll begin as soon as you are discharged.’

Tsujimura’s face blanched as she looked at the words written on the paper: ‘Sensei, you can’t be serious, right?’ She had a thin strand of hope as she posed the question.

‘Why would I joke around with you Tsujimura-kun?’

‘Ayatsuji-sensei, I can’t possibly—’ she sounded a little desperate.

‘That’s the face,’ he chuckled ruthlessly, ‘you do make the most entertaining expressions.’

‘So this was a joke?’ She breathed out, lying back.

‘What? No, I expect you to comply or I will simply have to report you,’ he said, folding the piece of paper back up and putting it out of her reach. Not that destroying it would be of any help to her. He got up and dusted himself off and made a move towards the door.

‘But sensei!’ Taujimura tried reaching out towards him.

He turned and stared down at her with a contempt look on his face. ‘Well, rest up, Tsujimura-kun. I look forward to it.’ He didn’t bother listening to her protests as he walked out the door. Leaving her worried and confused in the hospital bed.

‘Maybe I should ask to transfer.’

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