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@ocelotlesbian ik you’ll probably see this anyways but
Mitsuba Sousuke from Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun
there just aren't any girls cuter than me...
there just aren't any girls cuter than me...
this year's mitsuba cake!!!! (*´ω｀*) as always, i am terrible at cake decorating. but that's okay because mitsuba's beautiful face makes up for it <3
Mistuba: I've never had a valentine before.
Kou: I'll be your valentine.
Mistuba: Ew, gay,
Mitsuba yaps for hours and hours about nothing and Kou listens intently without so much as a peep because he's scared one day he'll forget Mitsuba's voice
My BABIES!!! 😍💖✨
GOD HES BACK WHAT THE HELLLLL (<- already knew that would happen)
OHHH the way mitsuba wrapped his arms around kou's arms OKAY OKAY
been rereading the tbhk manga (finally) and I finally got to
MITSUBA DEBUT 🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
GOD NOOOOOOOO THE HORRORS ARE STARTING (mitsuba's backstory) AAAAGGGGHH I CANT I CANT RN BRO PLEASE
been rereading the tbhk manga (finally) and I finally got to
MITSUBA DEBUT 🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
but anywayssssssSSSSSS!!!
MITSUBA DEBUT 2.0 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰
and the way that it has a different timeline from the anime fascinates me so!!
been rereading the tbhk manga (finally) and I finally got to
MITSUBA DEBUT 🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
so like. what the fuck
been rereading the tbhk manga (finally) and I finally got to
MITSUBA DEBUT 🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
been rereading the tbhk manga (finally) and I finally got to
MITSUBA DEBUT 🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
since when have you been standing there waiting for someone to come home i want to live, so i have to become strong
song and art that inspired this under cut
also with reviews from my friends as i slowly chipped away at this
it IS heavily referenced but like. i still drew all those feathers myself so it must count for something lol
i've been thinking about this for a while, and i wanted to write about it, soooo:
a quick little essay on the two mitsuba variations, 三葉 and ミツバ, and why they aren't as seperate as some may think!
let's gooooo!!! (・∀・)
i've noticed that in the fandom, some people tend to fall into two camps regarding the two different versions of mitsuba: either they don't recognize the differences at all and mix up the two's traits, or they go the extreme route of believing that the two mitsubas are completely different characters who can't be regarded as one character no matter what. personally, i think both of these are wrong, but in different ways, and i want to share my opinion!!
personally, i view sousuke mitsuba & no.3tsuba (the term i use for the supernatural version) as two different entities, but not two different characters, with both of them being two sides of the same character arc coin, if you will. they are fundamentally different in terms of physical circumstance, with sousuke living and dying as a human and no.3tsuba being entirely supernatural, but the core character motivations and personality within the two are the same. after all, no.3tsuba was made with sousuke's soul!!
the main motivation for mitsuba as a character is the fact that he's lonely and wants friends and a place to belong. this carries over between both incarnations of him, with sousuke being the set-up for no.3tsuba's arc and no.3tsuba being an extension of sousuke's arc. you can't have sousuke without no.3tsuba, and you can't have no.3tsuba without sousuke. fundamentally, they share the same struggles, motivations, and flaws, making them function as one character with one shared character arc who simply has two different incarnations/variations of himself!
(example below)
i think it's now also worth going over mitsuba in the new timeline, and the dreams that he has of the old timeline. instead of just one version of mitsuba being present in his memories, both of them are, sousuke *and* no.3tsuba!! and he regards them both as himself, "the me who's dead" and "the me who became a supernatural." they're both treated as equally mitsuba, both just being different parts/versions of him. and if the mitsuba in this timeline is sousuke, and they're supposed to be two completely different people, then why would he have no.3tsuba's memories? to me, this is because they share the same soul, with no.3tsuba inherently being an extension of sousuke mitsuba and his mind. if aidairo regarded them as completely different like so many fans try to insist, i don't think they would have made such a strong connection between the two.
another thing i want to mention is the alternate universes!! within the alternate universes for jshk, mitsuba is always one character, not two, which becomes interesting when you consider that in the alternate universes, mei shijima & no. 4 are always portrayed as seperate people. so, if sousuke and no.3tsuba really were different people like so many fans insist, wouldn't aidairo do the same for mitsuba? so, considering this context, it seems aidairo themselves regard mitsuba & his different versions as one character, instead of two different people like they do for mei shijima & no. 4
(side note: this point was specifically brought to my attention by my beloved mutual @musicalmoritz!! thank you, roxy)
so, in conclusion: despite the different physical circumstances surrounding these two versions of mitsuba, they still share the same soul at their core and are simply two sides of the same coin, that coin being mitsuba as a whole. thank you for listening to my special interest fueled ramblings!!
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Mitsuba
For @juu-su
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My first request :OO
Tysmmm juu-su🥹
I loved working on it
Time spent :1:50 hours ibispaint
2-3(?)hours medibang
(i m slow ok .... :')
"HEY! That mokke took all of my candy......"
Silly little Mitsukou doodle (art practice mostly)
Ignore how fucking red the paper is, idk why my device did that
I didn't realize I forgot to post my inktober illustrations over here 🥴🫡
I'm trying to challenge myself by limiting myself to one illustration per franchise/series. For this first week the line-up was;
°Day 01 - Mitsuba - TBHK
°Day 02 - Ulquiorra - Bleach
°Day 03 - Yuuji - Jujutsu Kaisen
°Day 04 - Akira - Devilman Crybaby
°Day 05 - Ciel - Black Butler
°Day 06 - Zuko - Avatar
°Day 07 - Koby and Helmeppo - One Piece
地縛少年花子くん ! !
pls rb/like if you save.
地縛少年花子くん ! !
pls rb/like if you save.
(Semi recent) derpy tbhk manga images that are are almost 100% staticy
Gay ❤️
(Old edited pics with a filter done by my friend and I I thought I might as well share)
Chapter 7 — “Forbidden.”
Summary : Days pass from the Hell of Mirrors incident, you can’t stop thinking about it. Hanako is no help, so what better option than to drag Kou with you!
Warnings : Not much, minor cursing here and there, reader going a bit manic and expressing signs of PTSD at some point, obvious implications that reader is female (ex. Use of she/her pronouns, etc.), mood swing-ish reader.
( A / N ) : I tried not to procrastinate but I got busy with work and stuff so I didn’t have much time. I didn’t let myself sleep tonight till I got this out. I will try my best to be more consistent with chapters and at least get these things posted every other week. This is proofread so enjoy!
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A couple days have passed since the Hell of Mirrors incident, and you’ve tried to find for another way back in. You tried every mirror possible, but none would budge. Hanako didn’t care much either, he said to just leave it alone for now and they’d figure it out another time.
Even Kou seemed a little odd about it. He wanted to see Mitsuba too, but it was like at the same time he was avoiding it. Part of you understood him though, you knew what it felt like to be forgotten before, and it was certainly not a good feeling.
“Can you hand me the sugar?” Satou asked, looking over at you.
You finally had snapped out of your thoughts, “Sorry, what was that?”
Satou chuckles “The sugar, can you pass it to me?” He repeats.
“Oh, yeah.” You nod, eyes scanning over the counter before finding the sugar. “Sure.” You grabbed the bag of sugar, and a measuring cup.
“We need one and a half cups of sugar.” Kou mumbled, eyes scanning over the list of instructions.
You nodded, and scooped up a cup of sugar.
Satou looked over at Kou, and Kou only shrugged.
“(Y/N), are you okay? You seem a bit zoned out..” Satou finally spoke.
“Yeah, just tired.” You excused, pouring the sugar. It was more than just being ‘tired’ — you were anxious. You wanted to see Mitsuba again, talk to him. But you didn’t know where to find him — and the Hell of Mirrors was not an option anymore because you couldn’t get in. Maybe you could ask Yako again?
“(Y/N).” Satou panicked “T-That’s too much sugar.” He yelped, quickly taking the measuring cup from your hands.
Flinching, you snapped back to reality “Shit— I’m sorry..” You muttered, pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Satou frowned, putting a hand on your shoulder “Usually you’re the one who’s the most focused out of all of us.”
“Yeah, I am, don’t worry about me okay?” You assured him with your signature smile “I’m just tired.”
Satou eyed you suspiciously, then glanced over at Kou who in turn only shrugged his shoulders. He then sighed, letting his hand drop back to his side.
“We’re your friends, don’t forget that okay?” Satou offered you a smile “So don’t feel like you have to hide anything from us. If you’re not feeling good you can tell us.”
“I know, I know,” You sighed, leaning forward and propping your elbows on the counter, burying your hands in your hair “—I’m okay, I promise. If I’m not, you guys are the first people I’m going to.”
Satou was skeptical but didn’t push the topic, nodding and going back to the batter. “We need to put in a little bit more of each ingredient to make up for the extra sugar.”
There you stood, in front of the mirror in the girl’s bathroom. Your hands holding onto the sink, staring into the mirror as if doing so would magically bring Mitsuba back.
“How long has she been there?” Yashiro asked, walking in through the bathroom doors and setting her bag down by the entrance.
“A while.” Hanako shrugged, he’s too busy playing hanafuda with the mokke again to care.
“Well you’re no help.” Yashiro sighed, walking behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder.
Your gaze didn’t falter, staring intensely at the mirror. “You think Yako will help me get in again?” You asked before Yashiro could get a chance to speak.
Yashiro raised an eyebrow “Again? By yourself? I-I don’t think..”
“I dunno, I don’t think so.” Hanako shrugged a second time.
You frowned, finally turning around to look at Hanako instead “Are you sure?”
“I doubt it but you can try.” Hanako simply replied, glancing up from his cards for a second to look at you before focusing back on his game. “She probably will if you keep asking her to the point of annoying her, go give it a try.”
Yashiro looked between the both of you “I.. um.. she shouldn’t be going alone, if that Tsukasa guy shows up, she could get seriously hurt or something.”
“Then get the kid to go with her.” Hanako suggested “I’m sure she’ll be fine. That Mitsuba.. (Y/N) was the only one he was trying so hard not to hurt.” He noted, “So I’m sure she’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, Mitsuba will probably just send her out again.”
“But—“ Yashiro tried to protest, concerned for your safety.
“Okay, thanks Hanako, bye.” You shouted as you grabbed your bag and ran out the door.
Yashiro frowns “Hanako, and if she gets seriously hurt?” She would feel responsible, having gotten close to you since the whole spiritual thing, she saw you as her younger sister.
“She won’t, she’ll be fine.” Hanako assured, placing his cards face down onto the space next to him and standing up “Now come on, you have to get to cleaning toilets!” He beamed, teasingly nudging her.
Yashiro’s frown deepened.
“Kou, Kou, Kou!” You called out, running up to said boy, who was currently with Satou and Yokoo.
“Oh, hey (Y/N)!” Yokoo hums, smiling at you with his signature smile.
“Hey Yokoo, Kou, come with me I need to do something.” You grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, tugging on it.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Satou asked, raising an eyebrow at your eager.. whatever it was.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” You half heartedly answered, brushing them off. “Now let’s go!” You began practically dragging Kou with you, who in turn yelped.
“Oh okay..” Yokoo muttered, glancing at Satou.
“No idea, she was like this earlier, except zoned out.” Satou shrugged. “And she wouldn’t budge when I asked her what’s wrong.”
Yokoo pursed his lips, obvious concern written all over his face. “She.. it’s gonna affect her not letting anyone know.”
“Yeah.. I know. I tried getting her to open up but she kept saying it was nothing. It may just be nothing, but we’ve known her for a while to notice this pattern.” Satou mumbled. “I just hope it doesn’t get as bad as last time..”
“Let’s not look too much into now though. If she’s not okay, we have to trust she’ll come to one of us or all of us. And if she says she is we have to trust her on it, even if we think she isn’t.” Yokoo shrugged, fidgeting with his sleeves.
“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Satou sighed “I just wish she’d tell us what’s going on.”
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“So what are we doing exactly?” Kou asks, trying to keep up as you sped through the halls.
“Yako, we’re going to Yako.” You look behind at him for a moment before looking straight ahead again “I wanna see Mitsuba again.”
Kou flinched and froze in his tracks, making you stop as well. He pursed his lips.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, you didn’t try to pull him along — not wanting to force him.
Kou frowns, looking away. “What’s the point if that guy won’t remember me anyways?” He mumbled, pulling his sleeve from your grasp.
Your gaze softened “Kou.. just because he didn’t recognize you doesn’t mean he doesn’t remember you.” You sighed, moving to wrap your arms around his torso.
Kou went stiff momentarily, then relaxed, his arms coming around to wrap around your waist as he buried his face into your shoulder, trying his best not to stain your school uniform with his tears — his shoulders trembled.
“I’ve got you.” You assured, leaning your head on top of his. “I promise, we’ll get him to remember you.”
Kou chuckled dryly “You can’t make that promise you know.”
“I know,” you smiled “—but I sure as heck can try to fulfill it.”
Kou took a deep breath, smiling. “So then what’s holding us up?” He asks, wiping the last of his tears with his wrist “Let’s go find us a kitsune.” He grinned.
“Nope, nuh uh, I won’t do it.” Yako frowned, crossing her little fox arms across her chest. “I only did it for number seven because it was emergency — I’m not gonna do it just say cause you say so.”
“But this is an emergency.” You insisted.
Kou joined in “Yeah, we’re on a mission to—“
“Find that ghost boy friend of yours? If he doesn’t wanna let you in you know he’s not gonna.” Yako sighs, trying to make herself comfy in the bookshelves.
“Yako, please. I.. I know you probably wouldn’t understand but this is important.” You pleaded, “All we wanna know is if he’s okay.”
Yako paused for a moment, thinking deeply on whether she should or shouldn’t. “Hmm..” she hums, her eyes shifting from you to Kou and then back to you. “Fine, but this is the last time I help you.” She sighed, finally giving in.
You and Kou both smiled widely, glancing at each other and looking at Yako again. “Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it, but this is the only time I’ll be helping you out!” Yako insists, when really she has a soft spot for the two and she definitely would do it again.
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“Well, here we are.” Yako hummed, back to the liquid mirror-like portal from before.
You brought your hands up to slide them across the surface, watching it create ripples under your fingertips. “Last time we were here I got sucked in.” You mumble, dipping your hand in the mirror and flexing your fingers before removing your hand and letting it rest at your side again.
“Not this time, fortunately for you.” Yako pointed out, you hadn’t gotten forced in.
“So..” you turned your gaze to Kou “Here goes nothing, right?”
“Yeah.” Kou nodded, taking a deep breath in.
Three…
Two..
One.
Suddenly you were falling, reflections all around you with people — no, they weren’t people — entities of people you both knew laughing and mocking you both. Kou reached for you, holding you close to him as he protected your head. It started to get brighter and it felt like you were getting closer and closer to the bottom. That was what it felt like, until..
“Jeez, are you trying to get yourself killed?” A familiar voice scoffed.
You both found yourselves caught in the hand of a bony limb as it moved you towards one of the floors, and that’s when you saw him.
“Mitsuba!” You immediately cried, running towards him and throwing your arms around him.
“H-Hey, I get I’m cute and all but there’s no need to cling to me you perv!” The boy in question yelps, but there’s no denying the way he reluctantly wrapped his arms around her waist and the flush of his cheeks.
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” You asked, bombarding the poor ghost with loads of questions “Why didn’t you let me back in you jerk.” You pouted, punching his shoulder.
“Ow, ow, ow! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Mitsuba laughs, feigning hurt. “And no, I’m not hurt.”
“Good, you better not be.” You sighed in relief, letting yourself relax a bit.
Mitsuba looked behind you to Kou “Oh.” He muttered, making eye contact with the other “It’s you again.”
“Yeah, it’s me again.” Kou repeated, shifting from one foot to the other a bit awkwardly.
“What.. what’re you guys even doing here?” Mitsuba asked, gently grabbing you by the shoulders to push you off a bit.
“I dunno, we just wanted to visit I guess?” You shrugged, it was an obvious lie and a good cover up but Mitsuba seemed to buy it.
“Visit the Hell of Mirrors? Really?” Mitsuba lets a laugh-like scoff slip past his lips. “Yeah this isn’t really the type of place you’d want to visit.”
“..definitely.” You nod, “Okay fine, truthfully we just wanted to see you.”
“We?” Mitsuba inquired, raising an eyebrow as he looked between the two of you.
“You remember Kou, right?” You asked, grabbing Kou’s arm and linking it with yours. “He was your friend too.”
Mitsuba narrowed his eyes at Kou and frowned “Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell.”
Kou sighed, rubbing his forehead “Figured.”
Boy.. this might take a while.
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The three of you ended up talking to pass the time, flipping through the pages of the yearbook from which Mitsuba had photographed the pictures within it, all that he did not seem to remember.
“Hey um.. earlier you guys mentioned something about Tsukasa doing something bad to me.. what’d he do?” Mitsuba asked suddenly, making the both of you look at him. “I mean, he’s the one who brought me back here so I wouldn’t disappear.. he can be mean and scary sometimes but he won’t hurt me.” And then at each other.
“Um..” you looked a little uncomfortable, shifting around in your spot. “It’s complicated I guess.”
“It’s really hard to explain, I have no idea how to put it in words.” Kou was equally uncomfortable.
“What? It can’t be that bad?” Mitsuba laughs, but his smile faltered as he realized you two weren’t joking. “Was it?”
You decided to be the one to tell him, taking a deep breath. “It was just after I got you to remember me, the day after, actually.” You began, fidgeting with your sleeves. “We were altogether trying to figure out your ‘unfinished business’ as Kou called it.”
“To help you cross over to the afterlife.” Kou added.
You nodded along “You had told us it was a probably a picture, so we got your camera and we went around different parts of the school to take pictures.” You continued “It was funny, especially since most of the time you were basically just bullying Kou.” You giggled.
Mitsuba smiled, yeah that did sound like something he would’ve done.
“I think I have the pictures? I don’t think I ever gave them back to Kou.” You admit, fishing into the pocket of your shirt, and there were the pictures in question. “Here, see for yourself.” You hand them over to Mitsuba.
Who in turn tenderly grabs them, looking at each of them individually.
The pictures varied. Some were genuinely beautiful, and the ones he took when he was messing with Kou made him have to stifle his laughter.
Mitsuba laughs “Yeah you’re right, I probably did bully him. And had a blast doing it.” He smiles, showing you guys the photo where — he assumed — he was trying to take a photo of some kittens and Kou ended up getting attacked by their mother.
You giggled at the memory, while Kou only pouted.
Mitsuba froze as he saw the picture of you and Kou, and his gaze softened. You looked so pretty to him, and.. there was Kou too, I guess. He stared a bit mesmerized but then cleared his throat, handing them back over to you. “A-And then what? You two didn’t do anything dirty to me did you?” He teased.
“No you pervert, we didn’t.” You sighed, but smiled fondly nonetheless. “We ended up going inside cause it started to rain, and probably gonna leave at that point since school had already finished by then. But that’s when Tsukasa found us.” You had to clutch onto your stomach to prevent yourself from throwing up, the nausea already settling itself in. “The rest of it was a blur. All I can remember was feeling a bit scared. No, that’s an understatement.”
“I was absolutely terrified.”
“He said something about how you left without his ‘permission’ and you looked scared too.” You continued, feeling your hands start to tremble, to which you clearly balled them into fists to stop them from shaking. “He..” the squelching noise and the sound of Mitsuba’s cry rung in your ears. “He hurt you.”
Mitsuba flinched “Hurt me?” He repeated in question, reaching forward to try to hold your hand, seeing as though you were shaking and you looked like you were about to cry. The second his fingertips brushed your knuckles, it all flooded back to him. The empty feeling he felt, the pain, the shock, the fear. It was drowning him. He quickly stood up. “No, no, no that’s not true, not true.” He mumbled to himself, backing up as he buried a hand in his hair.
“I blacked out after I yelled at him, he knocked me out when I tried to attack him.” You admit, voice trembling and small.
Mitsuba’s head whipped around to Kou, eyes watering. “Is he gonna hurt me again?”
“No, don’t worry Mitsuba.”
The two of you froze, Mitsuba flinched.
“I’m not here to hurt you, remember? I brought you back so I could grant your wish.” Tsukasa grinned from ear-to-ear, swinging his legs as he sat on top of the railing. He hopped off, inching closer to Mitsuba.
You stood up immediately, though your legs were shaky, willing yourself to stand next to Mitsuba, stretching out an arm in front of him. “I won’t let you hurt him again.”
“(Y/N)..” As much as Mitsuba admired your bravery, if Tsukasa was really as dangerous as you two claimed he is, he doesn’t want you to get hurt either.
“That’s funny,” A child-like giggle left Tsukasa’s lips. It didn’t last long though, quickly etching into a frown. “What makes you think you’re strong enough to stand against me?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Mitsuba, kick them out if you don’t want me to deal with them.”
“B-But Tsukasa..” Mitsuba protests.
“Mitsuba.”
Without another word, Mitsuba did as he was told, sending you both away. Just like the first time, you were dragged out through the mirrors. Yours and Kou’s protests fell on deaf ears.
“From now on, you can’t talk to them, ‘kay Mitsuba?” Tsukasa spoke commandingly, frowning upon said boy like a mother scolding her child.
Mitsuba flinched, mouth agape “But—”
Tsukasa didn’t let him finish “No buts. Do you understand?”
Mitsuba hung his head low in response. “Yeah, I got it.”
“Dude, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.” You groaned in frustration, standing perched up on the sink and slamming your fists into the mirror.
“Hey, hey, let’s calm down a bit okay?” Kou yelped, “If we break something, Hanako will be upset.” He warns.
“Like hell if I care,” you frowned, turning around slightly to glance at him.
“Kid, what the—“ Hanako stood there dumbfounded. He sighed, floating up behind you and picking you up from under your arms.
“Put me down!” You protest, squirming in his hold.
Hanako dragged your squirming figure to a corner, setting you down. “Time out.”
“Time out?” You scoffed “I’m not a kid.”
Hanako hugged you, ruffling your hair. “You’re not, I know. Just cool off.”
You huffed, crossing your arms.
Kou frowns “He’s right, just sit still. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“This is stupid.” You retorted.
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It wasn’t long before Yashiro arrived for her daily bathroom-cleaning duties, setting her bag down by the door. “What.. happened.”
It was definitely a strange sight. Kou and Hanako were just sitting with the mokke and playing hanafuda, and you were sitting in the corner just drawing shapes on the floor with your finger.
Kou sighed, setting his cards down for a moment. “Long story short, we got Yako to take us back into the Hell of Mirrors, we talked with Mitsuba, and just when he finally realized Tsukasa came back and forced him to kick us out. (Y/N) got on the sink and starting banging on the mirror again so Hanako put her in time out.”
Yashiro gave you a pitiful look. “(Y/N)..”
“I need to get back in there, there’s no telling what that thing might do to Mitsuba.” You speak before she could get a chance to.
“And there’s no telling what he might do to you if you’re not careful.” Hanako frowned “Kid, I care about you. Don’t go doing anything stupid that can get you hurt or possibly even killed. You can’t go up against a supernatural as dangerous as Tsukasa.”
You groan in frustration, burying your hands in your hair. “It’s all so infuriating. I want to do something about it, but I can’t do anything. I feel so useless.” You mumble.
“I know the feeling.” Hanako replied sympathetically, putting his cards down to put a hand on your shoulder. “I was scared too, when Yashiro got dragged into the Hell of Mirrors. I felt useless because I couldn’t get in, I couldn’t do anything, really.” He rambled on. “If you’re going to get into trouble like that, at least have a plan, and an exit route.”
“You didn’t have a plan going to save Yashiro.” You scoffed, but a smile found its way onto your lips.
“You get what I meant.” Hanako pouted, playfully shoving your shoulder. “Don’t dive head first into danger. Make a plan and then you can.”
“But you did it.” You quipped with a smirk, nudging him.
“Cause I can’t technically can’t ‘die’ a second time.” Hanako frowns, ruffling up your hair “You can. Be careful, figure something out and then you can try, okay?” He sighs “That boy will be alright, Tsukasa probably won’t destroy something that has the potential to destroy us.”
“Probably? That’s reassuring.” You snort sarcastically.
“I’m serious. Focus on one thing at a time.” Hanako groans, scolding you.
“Hanako’s right, you two could’ve gotten seriously hurt going in there alone without a plan.” Yashiro sighed, leaning on the bathroom stall door. “Tsukasa is dangerous from what I can tell, there’s no way you can beat him if he was able to kill number 3 in his own boundary.”
“I guess..” you mutter, standing up and crossing your arms.
“You guess? He knocked you out when you tried to interfere with him and Mitsuba.” Kou narrowed his eyes down at you, “They’re both right, no more dragging me with you if you don’t have a plan. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Fine, fine, jeez. I’m not a baby.” You whined, a pout resting on your lips.
“No but you are reckless, and incredibly selfless.” Yashiro smiles.
“Uhh thanks?” You trail with an awkward smile.
“I don’t think that’s a compliment.” Hanako snorts.
As you both quickly got into your usual playful banter, Yashiro turned to Kou.
“Hey, keep an eye on her please.” Yashiro asks, her voice spilling with concern “I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m sure none of us do.”
Kou nodded “I will, I promise.”
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It was getting harder and harder to sleep at night. Tossing and turning in bed, trying to get Mitsuba off of your mind but it wasn’t easy. He’s okay, they assured you, but why did you feel like he might be in deeper danger than he started? You need a plan, and fast. But what can you do? Tsukasa won’t allow you near him, and Kou will probably keep an eye on you for awhile to make sure you don’t go manic from the whole ordeal. But.. Kou’s not watching you at night, is he?
( A / N ) : Finally got this done!
Tag list : @tr-mha-fan
“Nostalgia.”
In attempt to jog his memory, you take him to all his old favorite spots, indulging him to take photos of the mesmerizing scenes. He feels something about you, but still can’t quite remember you. He feels attracted to you, but doesn’t understand why as he claims not to know you. After a while, you gave up, but it was then that he thought of trying to comfort you. But the second his fingertips brushed the warmth of your arm, it all came flooding back.
Warnings: a bit angsty, some ooc parts, cursing (if you squint really hard), mentions of bullying, flashbacks of memories you had with Mitsuba, etc,.
(A/N) : hope you enjoy!
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“(Y/N).” A voice called.
“(Y/NN).” It echoed.
You didn’t recognize this voice.
“It’s almost time (Y/N).”
You heard a horrible squelching noise, followed by a scream. But it wasn’t just any scream.
It was your scream.
Images of Mitsuba getting killed all over again flashed in your mind.
“No, no.” You cried in a hushed tone.
“Wake up.”
You shot up from your bed, panting softly and trembling. You ran a shaky hand through your (H/C) locks, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing.
You checked the time.
4:27 a.m.
Sighing, you laid back onto your bed. You draped your arm over your eyes, still trying to calm yourself down.
“You’re okay.” You assured yourself.
“It was just a nightmare.”
“He’ll be okay.”
“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to him.”
“It wasn’t real.”
You kept mumbling, reassuring yourself that he was okay.
“(Y/N), you okay in there?” Your aunt called from the other room.
Had you woken her up?
“Yeah! Just gonna go grab some water.” You croaked loud enough for her to hear.
“Okay.” She replied.
Sighing, you got up from your bed, quietly going down the stairs.
You grabbed a glass, filling it with water.
“What if he’s not okay.”
“Is something bad going to happen to him?”
“He’s not gonna disappear again right?”
“Why doesn’t he remember me?”
Your mind was plagued with thoughts, and it wasn’t until you felt the cold water spill down your hand and wrist that you realized. You took a few sips of water before heading back upstairs. You sat the glass on your nightstand, getting back under the covers and going back to sleep.
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You were woken up by another phone call from Kou, followed by shout from your aunt.
"(Y/N), hurry your friend is here!"
You groaned, pressing "decline" on your screen.
"I’Il be down in a minute." You hollered back, going to your closet to get dressed.
You grumbled, slipping on your clothes. You quickly brushed out your hair and splashed your face with cold water to wake you up really quick.
Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you nodded—somewhat satisfied that you didn't look like a total mess—before rushing downstairs.
Kou was on the couch, just kind of sitting there.
"Hey I'm almost done, let me just slip on my shoes and we can head out." You say, hurrying over to the door to grab your shoes and slip them on.
"You're not gonna eat anything?" Kou asked, standing up.
"Nah I'll be fine." you answer "besides we can't be late.”
Kou narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing.
"C'mon, if you hurry I can probably whip something up for you really quick." He says heading for the door.
“Really? Kou’s famous cooking? I’d love to.” You joked.
“Hurry, or you won’t be able to eat ‘Kou’s famous cooking’.” He quoted you.
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After Kou made you some breakfast which was undeniably delicious, and you got to school—Kou had ran off to go get something because he forgot it, but you already knew he was going to go look for Mitsuba.
You sat monotonously in your seat for your first class of the day, only half-heartedly listening to the lecture the teacher was giving.
Ring, ring, ring.
Students flooded out from the classroom, hurriedly to get to their next class. You, however, seemed to be in no rush. To be honest, you were stalling. Why wouldn’t you be? You were going to see your dead friend and try to make help him remember you.
You were nervous, and had every right to be. It wasn’t until you realized Kou was dragging you out somewhere that you snapped back into reality.
“Wait, wait, wait! Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked frantically, already unsure if you even should try or not.
“Relax, (Y/N). It’ll be fine. I’ll be watching you two from a distance so if anything goes wrong, I’ll swoop in and help you out okay?” He assured, pulling you by the arm towards Mitsuba.
“Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, still nervous.
Seeing as through you were nervous, and obviously a bit uncomfortable, he said;
“If you don’t want to, we can just step back a bit and not. I’m not gonna force you into anything.”
You looked at him, then at a distracted Mitsuba in the distance.
You had to do this. This wasn’t a “I’ll do it later” kind of thing.
You needed to do this.
“It’s fine, I want to do this.” You confirmed.
He gave you a brief nod before going back to leading you him. Kou finally came to a stop, pushing you forward a bit so now you were face to face with the pink-haired ghost.
“Um.. hey?” You greeted awkwardly, shifting around uncomfortably.
“Hey.” Mitsuba replied, eying you.
“I’m gonna head to class, I’ll ask for your work so you can do it later. See you!” Kou hurriedly said, shooting Mitsuba a quick look that said ‘don’t you dare do anything stupid’ and ran off.
“So..” you say, clearing your throat after a few moments of silence.
“So?” He repeated, crossing his arms.
You felt like crying again, he looked the same from before.
Before he had died.
“Uh.. here I think I know where to start.” You say, reaching to grab his sleeve.
“Woah start where you pervert!” Mitsuba yelped, pulling his arm back.
Your lips quirked up in a smile, you missed this. Missed him.
“Aren’t you the pervert for thinking I’m going to do something to you?” You retorted with a smirk, leaving Mitsuba speechless.
“Hey! You’re just as much of a pervert if you already know what I’m thinking! You think you can take advantage of me just cause I’m a cute little ghost—?” He babbled, a bit flustered.
“Get it all out of your system yet?” You asked, crossing your arms.
He thought of something to say, he even opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You smiled.
“Good, let’s go.” You hummed, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him away.
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“C’mon Mitsuba! I got you something I think you might like!” You giggled, dragging Mitsuba with you.
“H-Hey! What’re you gonna do with me! Don’t think of trying to take advantage of me! I know I’m cute but still!” He practically wailed as he struggled to keep up with you.
You smiled, over time you found his attitude and remarks quite endearing.
“Okay close your eyes.” You instructed.
“What? I’m not gonna close my eyes. You’re probably just waiting for me to close my eyes so you can have your way wit—“
“Mitsuba.” You urged. “Please?”
He pouted, muttering something along the lines of “you’re lucky I love like you”.
Reluctantly, he closed his eyes.
You waved your hand in front of his face once, then twice. Once you confirmed he wasn’t peeking, you smiled and rushed over to your backpack to grab him something, a gift.
“Okay, now open them!” You giggled.
He peeled one open, and then the other. His eyes gleaming with joy when he saw what was in your hands.
A handmade scrapbook.
Sure, it was a bit messy. The letters were slightly crooked, stickers scattered and plastered on the front cover, bits of dry glue were sticking out. But to him it was perfect.
He stayed silent for a moment or two, just staring down at it once he took it from your hands.
“If you don’t like it just say so.” Your voice broke him out of his trance.
He smiled, but it wasn’t one of his cocky smiles.
It was genuine.
He shook his head, and huffed.
“It looks terrible!” Quickly adding “But I’m gonna keep it anyways so don’t ask for it back!” when he saw you reaching to take it back.
You smirked, “Just admit it, you love it.”
“What?! Of course not! It’s just not worth throwing out.” He insisted.
“So you love it.” You playfully teased with a smile.
“N-No!” He stuttered with a flushed face.
But his smile from before was enough to tell you, that he liked it.
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You and Mitsuba were currently sitting near the stair case that led to rooftop.
“I gave this to you for your birthday before you..” You stopped yourself, instead opening the scrapbook that was very worn down.
You had managed to snag it from his house when they allowed you in.
Inside, were various pages of him and you together.
At the beach, sleepover’s, first and last day’s of school, of mesmerizing scenery you both took on your adventures together.
“Did you photoshop this? Are you that creepy?” He mumbled.
He felt something, like a pang in his cold lifeless heart, telling him that yes, he knew you.
But he didn’t remember you.
You ignored him, pointing at a picture of the school garden.
“You took this when I went out with you so you could take pictures to enter in some competition.”
He stared at them, then looked up at you. Maybe now he remembers who I am, you hoped.
But to your dismay, he gave you a confused look.
“Nope, nothing. I still don’t know who you are.”
You sighed.
“Let’s try something else then..”
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“Hey Mitsuba?” You called.
“Yeah?” He hummed, he had been recently working on a new photograph for a project.
“You busy?” You asked, pulling up a chair and sitting by him.
“What? Can’t you see?” He asked sarcastically, before noticing the slight drop in your expression.
“Sorry.” He sighed “But yeah, I am.”
“With what?” You asked, placing your chin on his shoulder so you could better see what he was working on.
Shocked, and a bit embarrassed, he hid his laptop’s screen from you.
“None of your business!” He exclaimed with a flustered face.
You smirked.
“I bet you’re editing something perverted, aren’t you?” You teased, playfully poking his side.
His face flushed more, as he went on a ramble; “You think me, the cutest and sweetest boy you’ve ever met, could be capable of doing something like that? You’re the pervert then! What are you thinking of?”
You shook your head with a smile.
“I’m just kidding ‘mitsu. Calm down.” You say with a chuckle.
He huffed, going back to work. He hadn’t noticed he stopped preventing you from seeing his previous project, and what you saw made your face flush.
It was a picture he had taken of you two, you both were smiling, at an old sleepover of yours. You distinctly remember that night, so vividly.
As the last night you slept over.
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Mitsuba looked at the picture in his hands, his cold ghostly touch contrasted against the warm feel the picture gave him.
“Huh.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes down at the picture.
You wait hopefully, for any sign that he remembered you, but when he just looked up at you confused, you sighed.
“Still don’t remember me?” You asked, thought it was pointless since you already knew the answer.
“Yeah.” He answered, his voice sounded a bit timid, honestly feeling a bit bad.
He knew what it felt like to be forgotten, so he kind of knew how you felt.
You sighed, letting your head fall forward hitting the wall. You stayed there, maybe for a second or less. Then suddenly, you perked up.
“Fifth time’s the charm right?”
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“Where are you taking me?” He asked, looking around as if trying to identify his surroundings.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly interrupted him.
“Just, be patient.” You sighed, clearly tired as it was already starting to be sundown and you still had no luck.
You lifted up a branch, to show some secluded area.
“Are you gonna kill me?!” He yelped, trying to pull his sleeve back from you.
“Can’t kill what’s already dead.” You hummed, revealing a hidden staircase that also led to the rooftop.
“Then what are we doing here?” He asked.
You sighed.
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You had barely gotten out of your first class, exhaustedly dragging your feet to the nearest staircase. And that’s when you heard it.
A loud yelp, that you would’ve assumed was a girl’s if it weren’t for the slightest hint of masculinity in it. You rushed to see a pink haired boy, dressed in the elementary uniform. There were a group of kids, one of them was presumably holding what looked like to be the boy’s camera.
“Give that back!” He shouted, jumping up to attempt to reach for it, only to get shoved down.
Kind of frozen in shock, you didn’t know what to do. But you knew you couldn’t just turn around and leave him to their torture.
So you shouted what literally no logical person any normal person would.
“Hey!”
Really? Hey? What the hell was that gonna do?
They turned their focus onto you, a shocked look on what seemed to be the ‘leader’s’ face.
“What’d you say?” The guy scoffed, tossing the camera to one of his friends—making Mitsuba yelp again as he thought they’d drop it and it’d break.
Not wanting to back down, you stood your ground.
“Don’t you know what ‘hey’ means?” You asked sarcastically, glaring at them.
You were glad that you were at a far enough distance that they couldn’t see how your legs were trembling slightly in fear.
“You have some nerve—“ he started, but never got to finish.
“Like you’re one to talk. Picking on someone just cause! You must be really insecure of yourself to stoop that low.” You unintentionally retorted.
His ‘friends’ snorted, and he turned around to glare at them. He whipped back around to look at you, walking down the stairs. Slowly, or at least that’s what you assumed. Because it looked pretty intimidating to you. Like a snake staring down at it’s prey.
“I’m going to give you one last chance to turn your pretty face around, and act like you didn’t see anything.” He warned, and even though you were scared, you kept on a calm façade.
“And if I don’t?” That seemed like such a dangerous sentence, you gave a quick glance to the boy, as if trying to send him a message of some sort.
He gave you a look that told you it all if you didn’t, he didn’t need to use words.
“Fine.” You huffed, turning around to ‘leave’.
“That’s what I thought.” He scoffed, and just as he let his guard down and left to head back to the boy, you slammed your shoulder hard into his, unintentionally of course, but it made him stumble.
You quickly ran up a few steps, helping the boy up.
“Give me that.” You demanded, snatching it from one of his friends who was clearly stunned.
“Why you little—“ and you knew you had no more time to think, you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran.
You ran as far away as you could until you knew you were safe. You both ended up in the room for the photography club, panting heavily from the running.
“Are you,” you coughed “you good?”
“Yeah..” he managed to choke out as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
After a few moments, and when you finally caught your breath, you realized you were still holding his camera. You cleared your throat.
“I uh.. I think this belongs to you.” You say, handing the camera to him.
He smiled warmly at you, taking it from you. He looked down at it, before mumbling something inaudible to your ears.
“Huh?” You asked.
“My name, it’s Mitsuba.” He explained.
You smiled back, “Nice to meet you Mitsuba.”
“I’m (Y/N).”
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The place you took him to, was the the place you first met him. You smiled, though it looked even more hopeless the more he looked at it. He gave you a puzzled look.
“You sure you’re not trying to have your way with me cause I’m such a cute ghost boy.” He asked, a little too seriously—flashing you his cocky grin.
Your smile faded, and you sighed, flopping down on the grass below you. You rested your head on your knees.
“You know what, I give up. I give up that’s it. It’s pointless anyway.” You whispered barely loud enough for Mitsuba to hear.
You couldn’t risk talking louder than that, you were scared your voice would crack. You laughed, but it didn’t sound too happy. Actually, it didn’t sound happy at all. It sounded pained, and it felt like someone stabbed Mitsuba right through the heart when he heard it.
“Hey,” he whispered, kneeling down with you.
“It’s okay.” He tried to assure, though he was looking around uncomfortably, unsure of what to say to comfort you.
“It’s not okay. How could this be okay?” You sobbed, finally breaking down.
You looked up at him, and when he saw that teary look in your (E/C) eyes, that’s when he broke.
He didn’t say anything else, only hugging you. Assuming that would be the only reasonable thing to do. But when he touched you, he suddenly tensed up. And a wave of emotions crashed over him, threatening to drown him.
He remembered you.
He smiled brightly, and you gave him a look of ‘what the hell?’ and ‘how could me crying make you happy?’.
He finally remembered you.
“(N/N)?” He called.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and without hesitation, you jumped in his arms.
“Oh my god! (Y/N) it’s you!” He practically squealed with how happy he was.
You sobbed into his shoulder, happy that he finally remembered you.
It took till 7:45 p.m. the whole school day, but god was it worth it. You hugged him tightly, and he patted your back awkwardly, but still welcomed your embrace.
“Hey! Just cause I’m cute doesn’t mean you can touch me however you want.” He joked, trying to get you to stop crying and maybe laugh a little.
And he succeeded, earning a wet chuckle from you.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Kou asked.
Mitsuba glared at him, as he thought his presence spoiled your guys’s moment.
You wiped your tears and laughed, it cracked a bit, but it was a happy one nonetheless.
“What’s up Kou?” You greeted, sitting up.
“Your aunt told me to come get you, I let her know where you were since she was worrying that you weren’t home yet. C’mon.” He says, smiling.
You looked back at Mitsuba, giving him one last hug.
A hug that Mitsuba swore made his heart flutter, though he’d never admit it to anyone of course. No matter if they were living or dead. Your hug felt warm, the first time he felt anything while he was dead, he was happy as you draped your arms around his neck—before letting him go and standing up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked, wiping the last of your tears with a smile.
“Yeah.” He agreed with a smile of his own.
“Hate to break the moment here,” Kou said, “but your aunt just texted me if I found you yet.” showing you his phone screen.
“Shit we have to go then, bye ‘Mitsu!” You rushed, speeding out with Kou.
“Bye!” He shouted after you.
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BONUS!! sorta..
“You know you’ll have to be careful, right?” Mitsuba heard Sakura’s monotonous voice echo, making him jump slightly from the unannounced presence.
“Geez you scared the crap out of me!” He yelped, sighing in relief when he realized it was her and not him.
“Did you hear me?” Sakura repeated, to which Mitsuba only let out a confused ‘huh’.
“You know what’ll happen if Tsukasa catches wind of this.” Sakura warned, genuinely worried for the dead photographer.
His expression dropped, contorted into a petrified one. He’s always thought it was thunder that scared him the most, but clearly he hadn’t met Tsukasa.
“Yeah..” he mumbled, reasonably unenthusiastically.
“Then, since you know the possible consequences, be more cautious. He pops out of no where sometimes.” She said with a sigh, shaking her head.
“Okay.” Was all he managed to mumble.
He couldn’t risk anyone or anything hurting you.
Especially not Tsukasa Yugi.
(A/N) : WOOOO I finished. My hands are so tired but I can’t stop writing. I can’t help but think I’m rushing this story a bit, but then again it’s only the 3rd chapter so maybe not? I’m trying to make it as much of a slow burn romance so lmk if it feels like it’s going too fast even though act II is literally just trying to help him remember Kou and finding him all over again and you don’t actually get to be with him till like act V(five). I’m tired so I think I’m just gonna crash sleep for a bit before I have to go to some college program. Hope you enjoyed it!! If not tell me and I’ll try to fix it.
- TBHK
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