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Why does your header show characters that aren’t even in the fic?
-If you look closely, there are characters in b&w and in color. The characters in color are the characters featured in said work. The characters in the header are my ‘roster’ so to speak- the ones I write for. (Sometimes they’re alternated for formats sake but that pretty much it!)
◈ The second Saturday in September was ‘Izumi’s Choice’ for movie night at the orphanage. She’d waited weeks for the chance to watch the movie she’d found in the bargain bin at Sanī on her last trip with Kiryu. It was an animated movie, American, made by an international media conglomerate. She remembered when the movie first came to Japan, it was all the kids in her class could talk about! She wanted to see it too but she was never responsible enough with her allowance to save up to see it. Finding it in the bargain bin at only ¥500 was like a miracle!
◈ The film followed two kid protagonists on a quest to ‘save Halloween’ from the big bad that tried to destroy all the candy in the world. It sparked a great debate in Morning Glory that evening that gave them all sorts of wild ideas. Not only did they want a Halloween party this year, they wanted to decorate, carve pumpkins, eat baked goods shaped like ghosts and most challenging of all– go trick or treating!
◈ Most everything was doable on a budget but trick or treating wasn’t a tradition that was really done in Japan. Kiryu wasn’t sure how he felt about the idea of bothering strangers and letting his kids beg them for candy but there was something about the hopeful looks in their eyes that tugged at his heart strings and led him to decide that their requests wouldn’t fall on deaf ears. Sure, he wasn’t keen on knocking on strangers’ doors but he had more than enough favors he could call in from friends who would be thrilled to help bring smiles to these kids’ faces. So, he set out to make it happen.
◈ Majority of the immediate neighborhood was on pretty friendly terms with the orphanage, they came by to volunteer time and resources more than enough for Kiryu to assume their involvement was a no brainer. Out of the twelve houses on the block, nine of them enthusiastically agreed, two out the three left would be empty on Halloween because they were working families and the final one was an elderly couple– the wife, too busy taking care of her ailing husband, promised to drop off some sweets for the party instead.
◈ Rikiya and Mikio were excited to lend a helping hand and Shigeru Nakahara was thrilled for a chance to allow Saki to experience something she never had before. After a few weeks, it was finally time for action!
◈ Kiryu called a family meeting to discuss it so that he could figure out what they could afford. Thanks to a recent generous, anonymous donation they could spend a little more than usual: the budget was set at ~¥40,000. That would be ~¥20,000 for the decorations, activities and food. As well as, ~¥18,000 divided 9 ways for the kids to buy costumes or at the very least, materials to create their costumes and if anyone went over their ¥2,000 costume allowance, it was their responsibility to dip into their general allowances to cover the difference.
◈ Obviously, he cut corners and chased bargains where he could when it came down to the general budget- the ¥20,000- but if he found himself digging into his own pockets to cover what the budget couldn’t he’d remind himself that the smiles on their faces were more than worth it.
◈ Kiryu had a farmer friend just outside of town who had mentioned off hand months prior that he had a shipment of pumpkins being imported sometime in October to take advantage of the recent rise in pumpkin carving for Halloween. With a single phone call, Kiryu was able to secure about 15 pumpkins for only ¥2,500– an absolute steal!
◈ Haruka and Ayako went to the nearest craft supplies shop to replenish the orphanage’s supply of art supplies: scissors, poster boards, construction paper, glue, paints, crayons, etc.; at ~¥4,000.
◈ Rikiya and Mikio took their truck to pick up all of the pumpkins and Nakahara took Saki by the orphanage to help the others make the decorations. Occasionally, Kiryu would find himself painting or cutting out pictures with the kids but he mostly oversaw the rambunctious bunch with a small smile on his face, his heart fluttering anytime he heard them squealing with excitement or betting on the amount of candy they hoped to get.
He stares at people and things for far longer than he probably should and he’s generally quiet while doing so. He doesn’t realize when he’s doing it unless someone points it out to him. He’s always been an opinionated bastard and he can be impulsive when his opinions get the better of him but with the guidance of his aniki, he’s learned to keep most of it to himself. That doesn’t mean that he won’t stare a hole into the person that’s making his mind run a million miles a minute. Don’t get it wrong- he doesn’t only stare when he’s upset. He even does it when he’s admiring something or someone that has caught his eye. He’ll assess it/them in his head and while it may be all compliments up top, his exterior has given the stare-down of a lifetime. It’s pretty intimidating. Occasionally, the positive thoughts running through will lift his features into a soft but faint smile but it drops once he finally blinks away. It’s much worse when he’s moreso trying to search his memory bank in an attempt to figure out why something or someone feels familiar. His brow furrows on full display, jaw clenching and/or inner lip chewing- he appears downright pissed off but nope- he thinks that guy might have actually been in his old middle school rugby club and hey, is that the same breed of dog that his Morinaga has?
Aizawa’s staring problem might have started more fights that necessary.
Masato’s hands and lovely things that he does with them.
cw; fingering, oral sex (recieving), reader has a vagina
His Hands
◈ Masato loves to play the hand comparison game with the person he’s with. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen the disparity between them, it has the same effect. It fires up his protective nature and then it turns him on. The order is subject to change. His hands are huge, for lack of a better word, as well as strong. His coverage and grip are… insane.
◈ His hands are often calloused from training with his bokken (if not with his actual katana) despite him wrapping them beforehand. He’s got a habit of compulsively washing his hands and since he doesn’t know what moisturizer is, they’re often very dry. He generally needs someone to make him use hand lotion (squeeze a dollop of lotion in his hands and smack them together)- otherwise it never crosses his mind to do so.
◈Despite this, when flexed, his hands have an almost elegant look to them. Though his fingers are on the thicker side, they’re long and his fingernails are naturally well-shaped. Since his hands are often balled into fists, he keeps his nails decently trimmed as he hates the feeling of his nails biting into his palms. However, every so often when his stress levels are high, he unconsciously finds himself biting at them. Sometimes leaving them feeling a little jagged.
◈Not only are his muscles well defined but so are his veins. The veins traveling from his forearms down to his knuckles are a sight to behold. The slightest movement in his arm/hands will make them dance. As a man that spends a great deal of time building his body, he finds himself twisting his wrists just to marvel at them himself and when he notices someone checking them out, he discreetly flexes to make them even more visible. What can he say? He’s proud of himself.
◈ Along his hands and arms, one may spot more than a few scratches and cuts spread across his skin. Some scars are so old that he can’t recall when he got them and others are more recent. He doesn’t care about them and most of the time, forget that they’re there unless he’s been asked about them.
Sweetheart Bites, Aizawa’s favorite pastry shop in Kamurocho has sent out an announcement revealing their newest roll cake: The Tiramisu Cutie (with a free coffee in any size of the customer’s choosing!) Not interested in missing the opportunity to be the first to get a taste of that fluffy cake and creamy filling, he hurries to the junction of Theatre Ave and Taihei Blvd to claim his place in line.
Outside, he finds the owner of Sweetheart Bites and she’s been smoking, despite telling Masato that she quit years ago. He takes this as a sign that something is horribly wrong and when he questions her, his suspicions are confirmed– the shop is down all but one pair of hands and Yua has caved under the pressure.
With nothing but the fleeting memories of watching his late mother bake in his youth and a single high-school summer’s worth of customer service experience under his belt, Aizawa offers up his assistance to save Sweetheart Bites!
Or, rather, prevent his friend from having a total meltdown over a temporary problem.
Modeled after the RGG series’ substories, there are are two versions of this scenario to choose from:
[x]Aizawa shows grace and promise in the kitchen as well as practiced restraint behind the counter as he’s berated by customers.
[x]Aizawa proves that he’s no patisserie (probably for good reason) nor is he the picture of perfect customer service.
Art by the wonderfully talented @orangenottangerine; thank you so much for allowing me to commission you for this beautiful piece! You hit the nail on the head; I couldn’t be happier and I appreciate your hard work!
