Muscle Study

Random late night thought, but it's BORING to think of the strongest characters of different shows/anime and compares them by asking "who'll win if they fight" --

Booo! Next question!

" Who'll choose tea or coffee "

Good.

Yoriichi drinks his tea like a gentleman he is, Saiki is happy with his coffee jelly and Gojo is at the back chucking on Fanta while in despair of what's happening with his life.

Another Transformers OC but with Rescue Bots instead.

I'll give more info of her, but for now; Ophelia is a non-human being ( doesn't look like it ) who was raised by a witch and can do teleportation magic.

My grammar goes brrrr

Someone said Akaza is basketball while the speed demon is volleyball

Akaza : *killed himself in infinity castle arc*

Me : Like father like son.

I am so sorry

*sobs*

A scenario I imagined from the concept idea where Zenitsu & Obanai are related.

"...You're a lucky one. "

Zenitsu went still, stopping just right behind the Hashira. The older man had stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face the younger one.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He felt as if the muscles in his lungs tightened enough to lessen the oxygen from flowing in, with how hard he found it to breathe properly now. Lucky? Lucky?

" How? " Zenitsu managed to choke out after an uncomfortable moment of silence. " I told you of my early life, how I roamed around the street like some sort of dirty rat and you told me I was the lucky one? "

The blond boy felt dread swirling inside him -- he was offended, yes, but there was something off with the way Obanai worded his sentence just now that made him consider having a second thought. Lucky. Zenitsu was the lucky one. Lucky for being taken away from his -- their family. Lucky for not being able to be with his blood relatives.

There was no mocking in the Hashira's tone, nor any sound vibrating from him that indicated any sense of superiority nor arrogance.

On the contrary, it was absolutely baffling for Zenitsu to hear that those words were spoken with an echo of relief.

Obanai shuffled in his spot, turning around just a bit enough for the two to lock eyes. If there was any resemblance between them for being relatives, perhaps it would be the shade of their golden eyes, albeit with the Hashira having heterochromia.

He always looked so stern and scary, for Zenitsu, that is. Eyebrows furrowing, glaring and arms crossing over his chest. No sense of friendliness, especially with the white snake curling around his shoulders.

But then Zenitsu looked at the bandage wrapped around Obanai's lower face, never being taken off. Not a fashion taste, not when he kept bringing his sleeve up to cover his mouth area. In a way, Zenitsu found a distant familiarity whenever he saw Obanai tilt his head down, eyes glancing away.

He watched him slowly bring his sleeve up like he often did, always stopping right when it covered his lower face. Bits of his fingers peeked out, brushing lightly against the wrapped fabric. Zenitsu was again thrown off by another sound coming from the Hashira -- as sound that he found himself could relate to.

Self loathing.

The dread sense doubled inside him when another thought came to him. A thought of his blood relatives. People who Obanai was with. People who he didn't know, where they are and what had happened for the Hashira to avoid talking about them.

" Did -- " Zenitsu felt his blood run cold. " -- Did they do that to you? What happened? "

And as always, from the beginning of the discovery of their blood connection, Obanai turned away from Zenitsu.

" Some things are better left unknown. "

Another part of Haganezuka and you! :D

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (here!), Part 4

Hmm you guys look too happy... :)

Masterlists

𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣

( 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗨𝘁𝗮 )

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She always made sure to hold his hand tightly.

The first day Yoriichi decided to come and live with Uta, the girl took a hold on his hand and lead the way to her home, her tight was strong.

It was as if she was afraid he would leave.

Since then, whenever they both went out together, Uta had always held his hand in hers. She had asked once if he felt uncomfortable with it and would rather her not to do it.

Yoriichi answered by gripping her hand in his.

He was happy.

Very happy.

His face didn't show his true feelings, but the small action from Uta made his heart fluttered. He noticed that it was something that calmed Uta down, as she sometimes had nightmares when sleeping and he would reached out and hold her hand, and she would immediately calmed down.

10 years later, married, even as adults, she would still hold his hand. She was still worried that he would leave her and she would be left alone again.

Yoriichi would gripped her hand and reassured her that, he would always stay by her side.

He would never leave her.

But she did.

Yoriichi would never forgive himself for coming home late that night. His mistake had caused his wife and unborn child to be murdered. If only he had returned quicker...

And so he cradled Uta's corpse in his arms gently for the next 10 days, tears already dried from the constant crying.

He held her hand in his. Her skin was so cold, no warmness on it like he usually felt. He regretted letting her hand go that day. She must have felt so lonely. She died a lonely death with their unborn child.

His grip around his wife's hand tightened.

What he would give to have her hold onto him again...

𝘈/𝘯 : 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳

Can you do a bookstore au for kokushibou also can you do an istp personality type for the reader.

Sure! And congrats on being the first to request! (つ≧▽≦)つ

𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚘𝚞 | 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

ᴘʟᴏᴛ : ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴊᴏʙ, ʙᴜᴛ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ.

ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴜ

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" I am going to rot in here." 

Kokushibou gave you a tiny glance as he stock in another book into the fantasy-labeled shelf. It was quiet rare for you to express what you were thinking since you were usually so quiet. Perhaps because you've known him for a few months and hung out with him more often than other workers in the bookstore, that you became more opened up to him.

" Why did I even chose this work?" You continued, handing him another book to be put in.

" Then why did you?" He questioned, finished with the section and pushed the cart to the children section.

Trailing behind him while pushing another cart, you said, " Money, Kokushibou. It's also hard to find a part-time job, you know? I am also trying to keep up with college's work."

He didn't replied and that was the end of your conversation as you both continued to stock the books in the section. Boredom grew and grew inside you as time passed by. This work seemed dull to you, but at least you were paid. Once you have enough money and finished college, you quit immediately.

You glanced at Kokushibou. If it wasn't for him, you'd have quit long ago. He was quiet, perhaps even more than you being quiet, but skillful and fast in managing things. Your friendship with him started with him helping you adjusting to the work by the manager's order, only for a friendship to bloom between both of you. Being observant, not only you noticed how good he is in working, but also his attractiveness.

Kokushibou has a long, spiky black hair tied in a ponytail; dark eyes and pale skin. His name ' Kokushibou ' was a name when he was on a work shift. When he finished, he was called Mitchikatsu. You found out about this from his twin brother, Yoriichi, that often visiting the store to give a lunch box to his brother.

If you could rate his attractiveness, you'd give a 9/10. His sombre expression gave off an intimidating and scary vibes that sometimes scared away the customers. Probably the reason he wasn't in charge of the counter.

" Just how bored are you that you keep staring at me?"

You jumped, caught by the man. Looking away and trying to hide the little redness on your cheeks, you said nothing. Kokushibou stared at you for a few seconds before sighing.

" Let's...play a game."

" Huh?" You turned to him, eyes widened.

This man, who looked like he doesn't know the definition of fun, was inviting you to play a game?

Kokushibou put up a finger, " In an hour, both of our shift will be done and we are also in charge of closing the store for today. By one-hour, let's stock these books in the sections quickly. The one who finished first gets to be treated a meal by the one who loses."

How... interesting.

Despite taken back by how a bit weird he was acting, his offer was tempting. Instead of spending one-hour restocking the books in boring atmosphere, why not turned it into something more challenging and exciting?

You hummed, " A meal from a restaurant?"

" Includes a dessert."

" Deal."

And with that, both of you started the challenge just as quick as it started.

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You've almost done, only one more book to be put in the adult section. But it seemed that Kokushibou was also heading to the same section. Unfortunately, he was more quicker than you in speed, as he easily ran passed you to the section.

Not wanting to lose, you reached out one hand and grabbed his apron holding him back.

The man looked over his shoulders, " That's cheating, (Y/N)."

" There's no condition set anyway!" You pulled the stings off so the apron would fall off to distract him.

While it certainly did, as Kokushibou stepped on the apron and slipping to the ground, he managed to grab your ankle to let you meet the same fate as his. Loud thump sound echoed in the store when both workers fell onto the floor. Kokushibou was the first to get up, already sprinting past you, but then noticed that you didn't move.

" (Y/N)?" He stopped. " (Y/N)." He called again but there was no response.

Panic starting to fill inside him as he dropped his book and went back to you, forcing himself to calm down and maintain the situation --

In the form action of sike, you grabbed his apron on the floor nearby and threw it to his face before going on your feet and dashed towards the section.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh, you knew you were so in trouble at the tone of his voice, but that still didn't stopped you from putting in the book in the shelf to claim your victory. Once you done, you turned around and faced your co-worker who had a visible irritation on his face.

" Are you mad that I used dirty tricks?" You gulped, taking a step back at how intimidating he was.

Kokushibou didn't answer. He grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to stay put as he used another hand to lift your chin and moved your head sideways. It then clicked inside you that he was checking for any injuries.

" I am okay," you said, blushing at how close and touchy he was, " I was just pretending. You know me, I like taking risks."

" Don't do that again." He warned.

" Don't tell me what to do."

"...." Sighing, he let you go and looked away. " I was...worried for a second back there."

Realizing that you really did scaring this man into thinking that you were injured, you immediately felt guilty.

" Look -- I am sorry, Kokushibou. I won't do anything that hurt myself."

He looked at you. " You can't promise that."

" But I can try."

There was a moment of silence as you both stared at each other. Kokushibou put a hand over his face and you were taken back once again at the sight of his shoulders moving as he let out a short chuckle.

" Well," a small smile was on his face, " you won, anyway. Congratulations. So, does 8 p.m. tonight good for me to take you to your meal reward?"

You smiled back, " Yeah. That's good."

As you both did final clean up in the store, something occured to you as you took off your apron.

"...Hey, Kokushibou..." You slowly began, "...correct me if I am wrong...but...the game and the meal as a reward...were you trying to ask me out or something?"

And without even turning around as he locked the back door, Kokushibo replied, " Will you reject me if I say yes?"

" No."

" Then, yes."

A/N : I hope I got the reader's ISTP personality right. Please tell me if I did any mistake with it. Also, sorry if Kokushibou is a bit ooc.

I want to do commission art, but I am inexperienced and needs advises.

I can only do digital art for the commission, so how can I send them to the requester once it's finished? How can the money transfer be done? How much do you think the cost should be put so it'd be fair?

I need to catch up on the updates of this fic 🥹💐 Anyway here's some fanart for @demonslayedher (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

A scene that I managed to do, from Chapter 2.

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