I wasn’t running for THAT long a distance! Either I am simply that powerful (and I am) or you have been slacking. ( Arms wrapped tight around his waist, a pleased hum when she is at long last able to embrace him again. Oh wow… has his waist always been this thin? ) Besides, I was holding you back.

“Hm?” Looking down, snapped out of her affectionate state, she blinks. It took her a moment to realize the suggestive nature of this hug. Not to mention how it can be seen by anyone and taken the wrong way… his red face is more than enough to give that notion! She puts him down—

( TACKLES FROM BEHIND! )

“Oh, pish posh! A little versatility never hurts now, doesn’t it? If I were to have children, I would teach them to be adaptable, versatile, resilient! So long as there is a will, there is a way! What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t offer the best chances? There will be no tragedy happening-

Adjusting his neck tie.

Ah—! Well, it is flavored…

She freezes at the sudden hug, not expecting it but when she sees it’s none other than Sayaka, her mood quickly changes to a positive one, hugging her back tightly. “Goodness! Someone is happy to see me!”

Is that a carnelian? A welcomed gift! She possesses many due to frequently being gifted this by fans. She appreciates it, but finds the chance to make it a tease nonetheless… “You’re giving me a rock? It’s so smooth! As if you’ve been looking for the ideal pebble to give me… impressed, I am! —

[[ YAAAAY!!!

[[ *points at my profile*

[[ you’re forgetting one more musical girlie /j

Applies rouge onto her lips.

Grabs her hand, spins her around and finally dips her.

Where have I been this entire time? Oh, I’ve been utterly immersed with exploring a vast, underground world of within the setting of a ruined kingdom. The music, the art, the gameplay— GUH! What a wonderful experience and I am so enjoying myself! Granted… I’m not the best at it.

“If you count them telling me ‘let your ovaries hang, queen!’ then yes.”

[[ vanea being shipping with a hajime and a kamukura is so funny

“Oh GOSH, the celebratory cries when they announced my name and praised it to no end! And here I thought I was being discreet by hiding my hair with a hoodie but alas, my radiance continues to shine through. It was… different from working under a professional setting. Anyone could—

“Got recognized last night when I stumbled into an open karaoke night and got casted in multiple group songs! Oh, how fun it was! It truly healed the soul and elevated my overall mood.”

-The princess held onto the actress, blood on her dress as she looked down. A large wooden piece of shrapnel had pierced Vanea’s back, a very lethal spot as well. Her eyes couldn’t believe what was in front of her…she didn’t want to believe what was in front of her…arms shaking- —>

His body is paralyzed. It feels cold. The body he's holding also feels cold. He can't find the words or show an appropiate reaction. Come on, Ouma. You always have a face to make. You can always lie your way through it. But his chest is heavy and his gaze is downcast.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙲𝚃?] TRIGGER WARNING: heavy blood, depictions of injury/wounds, light dissociation/derealization, and (non-canon) character death and grieving. Reader discretion is advised.

How had it come to this? A star, fallen, left with so many secrets behind. He knew her, but not genuinely. Not really. All he knew was he never had. He never would, now. He held her close, tears falling, an apology slipping. "I'm sorry, Vanea....I'm sorry I can't...save you." He clutches her.

Letting out a sigh, composing herself once again, she tilts her head when he mentioned about her being company, especially when he plans on indulging in ‘happy leaf’. “Oh! Well, while I do believe that to be the case as well as I too find you great company, Gonta dear… I can’t be around that.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀… … …

“No, that’d be the upstage!”

“Oh, please, your ominous presence and your insistence on obscuring your eyes with that device that rivals my own red says otherwise! … Queen Sonia? Did I seriously miss her own coronation? Or did she not invite me? GAH! I detest being confused and seen as the clown rather than as the jester!”

“… Did a tragic event happened and I missed it entirely? No, seriously, what’s with the look of your faces? Oh come on, how come I was kept out of loop, ME of all people?!”

“Beauty and art is pain! I shall now proceed to exit stage left and enter into a dark abyss where one can never return from.”

I can't get her out of my head... the pain... It's too much .ᐟ

She’s not moving. Why isn’t she moving? Even in sleep, when she is stirred just enough, she’ll eventually open her eyes. Why is she being so difficult? The stillness she feels in her arms as Nanami remains limp is so, so heavy. Even when she had to play dead, she still supported herself so—

[[ hehe

“Gonta…” She pressed her face directly into his shoulder, a balled up fist softly pounding onto his chest with no added pressure. When she looks back up at him, while her smile remains, her embarrassed expression says otherwise. That’s why she whispered it. “Thank you for confirming…” —

Feel free to ask me! You’ll see that I’m quite an open book! I just more so thought you were… can you lower yourself down? ( When he did, she whispered into his ear what she thought he meant. )

Wait— did I so misunderstand what you meant?! Ahhhh!

Oh no no! No need to apologize, Gonta. It’s more so on me for not being update to date with these terms, especially with— well, you know. How lovely! Perhaps I too should share with your bug friends sometimes. Mmm… so, you’ll be doing that now?

‘Happy’ leaf… … Oh. OHHHH. And here I thought you meant an especially delicious salad.

Want… leaf…? I’m just not following.

Ahaha! I’m kidding, kidding dearest! Why do you want a leaf?

No shop-leaf-ting.

How our average argument is usually settled.

As he monologued his explanation, his facial expression distorting into something more sinister, Vanea’s smile began to falter bit by bit as he continued on. He filled the missing gaps of that event when she heard of it. —

You didn’t exactly deny it. Perhaps there is probable cause to my claims. But who am I to try ‘ pry into the inner thoughts of another being? After all, I too prefer keeping an air of mystery around me. … An incident at Hope’s Peak Academy? You can’t be speaking about that explosion. —

Well well, what have we here? Goodness, either that was a slip of the tongue or you secretly hoped someone would find the cry for help among your pretty, twisted words. It’s ‘couldn’t care less’. By saying ‘could care less’ it implies that there’s care left in the tank—

‘Blessed yet worthless’ — what a devastating paradox to carry. You speak of compensation as if the universe keeps a ledger of your suffering. It’s no wonder I mistook you for a tragedian around when we first met. You call yourself worthless but continues to find blessings within your existence. —