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Tony is Regina, Steve is Katie, and Bucky is kinda like Janice. do you guys see my vision or?
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live laugh love ao3, just muted someone for having the worst take on a character i've ever seen ❤️❤️❤️
bakugos death never being brought up again after it happened is absolutely vile — monoma had to watch it happen, unable to close his eyes, or literally everything would collapse? i wanted to see everyone going through grief
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HELP ME
DEADASS YOU GET IT LIKE HELLO??? STOP SEPARATING THOSE GOD DAMN TWINS
i’m an Adult i don’t want to be beefing with children in a game community that’s For Them but I’m actually getting kinda really irked at razzle and dazzle humanizations. re-conjoin those twins Now
I got really bored in one of my classes and draw this in the back of my journal
I would just like to note that the closest thing to a skeleton ive draw was sans and I did not have a reference
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: Extra Stories of Psychics, Volume 2
Light Novel Translated by: Corredor1230 – Juan Pablo Corredor
(Link to masterpost)
Intermission Guest Chapter 3: The Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo — The Regular Person
My name is Saiki Kusuo, and I’m… not an esper.
That’s right. I’m not an esper. I’m a regular person. No, what does that even mean? That almost makes it sound as if I hadn’t been a regular person until recently. That’s strange.
I’m just a person. I’ve always been one. I’m an average guy with no outstanding abilities. There’s no way I’d have any in the first place. I just felt like I could for a moment right now, for some reason. That’s embarrassing. Am I getting Middle School Syndrome? Sometimes people my age still think they’re different from others, and have some kind of special ability, but I’m sure I’ll go back to normal after I calm down and analyze my situation…
No, but I really feel like I was using some superpowers and had morphed into a girl until just recently. Is it just my imagination…? I’m a guy, there’s no way I could transform back and forth into a girl.
What does it even mean to “morph into a girl” in the first place anyways? Am I going insane…?
As I ponder that, I suddenly hear the sound of taiko and a Japanese flute.
I come back to reality, and I find myself in the middle of an Ennichi festival. There are many people around me celebrating in yukatas, as well as food stands neatly decorated with lanterns that sway back and forth.
It’s still summer. I don’t really remember how I got to this summer festival, though.
I stand all by myself surrounded by traditional sweet stands and people.
Why am I just standing still in a place like this…?
Ah, I remember now. I thought it was noisy outside, so I decided to go out and check what was going on. Good grief, how could I forget, when I just went out a few minutes ago…?
However, there’s something off. I can feel there’s something amiss, but I don’t know what it is. I keep wondering about it, as I look at the lanterns shining in the dark night sky.
Just what’s this indescribable sense of loss…? Maybe it’s just puberty?
I feel like I just lost something very dear to me, and I forgot about it…
At the same time, I also feel an intense sense of deja-vu. Why? I feel like I’ve been to this festival before. Did I… Did I see anyone at this festival? I don’t think I came here to meet up with anyone in particular, but I get the feeling that I just bumped into them somehow. However, that makes no sense. I’m always alone. I don’t have any close friends. Who could that mysterious someone be? This is bad. Am I getting a full-fledged case of Middle School Syndrome? I’m talking about some imaginary friends now? Why do my memories feel so vague? Did I bump my head or something…?
Among the crowd I see couples, students, but they all walk right past me. Everyone is smiling and having fun. That’s right. What was I even thinking? Why am I worrying about something like that in a fun place like this?
I’m here already. Might as well have some fun after all.
I look at the stands, and start walking.
I can smell the scent of oil and fried foods. There’s a stand that sells fried corn. There’s also a grilled steak and yakisoba stand nearby. Sausages, squid, takoyaki and fried potatoes stands as well.
There are so many options, I don’t think I will ever get sick of eating all these. I don’t even know what I should get.
That’s right, maybe I should try a shooting game or something instead of eating right now. Or maybe I’ll try to get a fortune.
These types of games are where the real fun is in an Ennichi Festival. There’s also goldfish catching and balloon catching, and of course fishing as well. I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to enjoy any of these if I had superpowers.
When I was little, I remember my parents took me to a festival, and I used my powers at every one of these without holding back. Thinking back on it, I gave the shopkeepers a hard time. I’m sure by now I can control my powers much better and perhaps just use half my total strength when playing…
No, wait, I’m not an esper. Why am I thinking about that?
However, I do remember catching every single goldfish they had… What even are these memories? Maybe I’m just embellishing them since I was pretty young back then. I’m sure I’m not the only one who does that, and I know there are also some people who have trouble telling dreams and reality apart sometimes.
However, I’m extremely average in every way. There’s no way I’d ever be a master at catching goldfish or anything like that. It’s especially unlikely I would manage to capture every single fish they had.
In that case I must’ve made up these memories at some point in my life…
But I do remember even the shopkeeper’s expression when I caught every single goldfish. It feels so vivid, it’s hard to think I actually made it up…
Everything feels hazy inside my head.
I guess it was a long time ago. It’s not surprising the memories would be pretty vague.
More importantly, I should be enjoying the festival. Maybe I should get something to eat.
I look around the different stands, trying to figure out what I’m going to get. The colorful yukatas from the other shoppers around me catch my eye. Maybe I should’ve worn a yukata as well after all…
I suddenly think about that.
A shirt and denim pants… That’s a pretty bland outfit, come to think about it. Maybe a yukata and some sandals would’ve been better. Walking around the festival being followed by the clacking sound of the sandals would be more appropriate. I could even get myself a Kitsune mask. That traditional Japanese style is particularly good. And accompanying everything with a goldfish in a plastic bag would be just perfect. That’s my ideal summer festival style. Especially since it’s Ennichi already. It’s definitely not bad at all.
But I guess going back home and changing my clothes right now would be a bother… If only I could teleport, I wouldn’t be worrying about something so trivial. Though I still have to wait three minutes before teleporting again, so I wouldn’t be able to come back immediately afterwards. That’s right, if only I were an esper, I could change my clothes freely whenever I pleased. Wait, can I just quit it with the esper thing already?!
What’s going on…? Why do I keep coming back to the esper thing? What’s with that “three minute rule” anyway? Isn’t it far too specific to come up with debuffs for imaginary powers that I just came up with? Give me a break. At this rate I’m going to end up writing this “Dark History Notebook” in a few years, with all sorts of esper scenarios.
I turn my head, still thinking about the superpower thing. I start looking for some candy stands, so I can at least get the sour taste out of my mouth. Eating sweets outside isn’t bad either.
I see a few children walking around with cotton candy in their hands. That’s pretty standard for a summer festival. However, I guess the most standard option would be a cold ramune. There’s also a bakery… Oh! And they’re selling baby castellas! That’s not bad at all!
But maybe I should get the chocolate banana first… No, no, a sweet apple! A banana covered in chocolate and colorful toppings and a sweet apple dripping in caramel.
I don’t even know where to find either of those, though… What do I do?
I know! I’ll go buy both of them anyway! I’ll sure have fun with one in each hand.
Alright, the apples cost 300 yen each. I feel like they’re trying to scam me here with those prices, but I guess it’s fine. I take out my wallet and… and… Where’s my wallet? Did I drop it?
I look around my feet, but it’s nowhere to be found. And then—
"I don’t have my wallet!! Someone stole it!!" someone nearby shouts.
Several people check their own pockets and realize their wallets are missing as well, which causes quite a commotion.
What a disaster… I can’t believe they got me too…
I can’t buy any apples without my wallet. And not only that, I can’t buy any chocolate bananas or baby castellas either. I can’t even buy next week’s Shonen Jump issue. I think that’s about how much I had inside my wallet. Who would be so cruel to steal other people’s money…?
I just stand in place, feeling incredibly frustrated.
I can’t do anything. I’m just a powerless background character.
If only I could use my superpowers…
If only I could do that, stupid incidents like this wouldn’t keep happening. I don’t want to keep thinking about this stuff, but I can’t stop thinking about this fantasy, for some reason.
There’s a version of me inside my head that does have superpowers.
That’s right, if only I did, I could catch whoever stole my money. Though I guess I still wouldn’t be able to find them, since their thoughts would blend in with the rest of the crowd and I wouldn’t be able to pick them up with my telepathy. That’s why I should just find an abandoned bike or something, repair it until it has a value equal to my wallet, and then exchange them. That way I would get my wallet back in a second. That would settle the score for me, but we still shouldn’t let criminals like that on the loose. We can’t have people stealing others’ wallets and ruining a fun time. If I could use my clairvoyance, I would find the culprits by looking for the bike that I’d exchange for my wallet. I would go to them, and return the wallets to the people they stole them from. However, I’m sure the culprits are no weaklings either. They probably have knives and they’d threaten me with them. As if a simple knife could hurt a real esper. In the blink of a second I would make them lose consciousness, tie them up, and call the police. I could return the wallets to the victims using my psychometry. Espers are able to do things like that without breaking a sweat. That way the entire problem would be resolved, and everyone could go back to enjoying the festival…
I can’t believe I’ve been pondering something like that so seriously in silence.
That could never happen in reality, of course.
I know that. I know that better than anyone else. No matter how much I wish it happened, reality will never be like my daydreams. I’m not an esper.
That’s why I’m sure I’ll never get those wallets back. I can’t find the culprits either. And even if I did, I’m sure I couldn’t do it right now. And even if our police force was completely excellent, they wouldn’t be able to capture them in an instant like an esper could. I'll keep enjoying the festival to the best of my ability, ultimately be unable to buy anything, and go back home.
That’s reality, after all. Espers are nothing more than fantasy… There’s no espers around to help other people when things like these happen.
I really feel like an idiot. For a second I even thought that espers could be real…
“Wait! What are you doing, you bastard?! Give me back that wallet!”
I turn around to see whose voice that is. Two men are struggling nearby. One of them is a tough big guy wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and he’s taking a wallet away from a guy wearing a cap. What’s that? Is that a scene of crime? I stare in silence as the man with the cap hurries off in a panic. However, he’s pushed down by a nearby officer.
Ah, he was the culprit.
Several wallets come out of the man’s clothes, all the way down to his shoes. I thought the guy in the Hawaiian shirt was the culprit, but it seems like he was getting his stolen wallet back.
Among the pile of stolen wallets, I can see mine. A crowd starts gathering at the scene…
“Here you go.”
I get my wallet back. I almost fall to the ground, surprised at the sudden interaction. I rapidly cling on to it. Why is this wallet that I was so sure had gotten stolen suddenly in front of me…?
“I saw him take your wallet, so I took it back,” says the man in the Hawaiian shirt, pointing his finger at the man getting arrested by the police.
No way… does he mean he purposefully put himself in danger and chased the culprit just to get back my wallet…? Why would someone go that far for me…?
I take a look at this man. He’s tall, well built, and his Hawaiian shirt looks good on him. However, I can’t get a good look at his face. My sight is a little blurry. His face is darkened by what looks like dark ink, and I can’t make it out. There are so many lanterns around us, and lights from the stands. It’s so bright, it could be noon. So why can’t I see his face? What’s going on…?
“You should really check its contents. He might have taken everything out,” the man says with a grin.
I stay quiet. No, I can’t see his face, so there’s no way I’d know he’s smiling at all. I just got the feeling that he was.
I open the wallet and check its contents just like he said. The cash and cards are all inside. That’s good.
“Are you okay? Good to hear! Huh? Wait a second, where’s my wallet…?”
Did he steal yours too?
The officers already arrested him. I guess they confiscated your wallet as well.
“Well, I guess it can’t be helped. I already ate some takoyaki, and at least I got this wallet back, so I guess it’s all good. Oh, right, listen! The takoyaki didn’t have any octopus inside! Five out of six didn’t have any octopus at all. And the last one only had a tiny and chewy piece. It was awful. I guess they forgot the 'tako' and only gave me the 'yaki'."
What’s with this guy? He just won’t shut up. Besides, did he just say that it was all good? Just how unlucky is he?! Did he draw the worst fortune today?
“Oh? That’s right, there’s something I want to show you.”
Why is this man acting so friendly toward me? He doesn’t even know me, so why is he having so much fun talking to me? Of course I’m thankful he got my wallet back, but he sure is acting too friendly.
“What are you doing? Come on, let’s go!”
The man grabs me by the arm. For some reason, instead of feeling surprised, I feel somewhat nostalgic. He carries me away, and I’m just completely speechless.
Just who is this guy? I wonder as I look at his back.
No matter how hard I think about it, I can’t even remember his name. I can’t remember his face either. Maybe I’ve just never met him before. This must be the first time I’ve seen him. I guess that’s the only explanation I can come up with.
That’s right, I don’t know this guy. There’s no way someone would be so close to me anyway.
I’ve been living all alone my whole life, after all. I’m used to solitude. If anything, I prefer it. It’s better if an average guy like me lives without standing out. I’ve been like that ever since I was young.
I can’t handle crowds. I get tired easily whenever there’s many people around. One of the main reasons why I don’t walk in crowded areas is that I might physically bump into others. However, for some reason, I don’t dislike festivals, but most of my life is spent at home or at school. I don’t walk home from school with any friends either, and I prefer to avoid ramen places by myself. I guess you could say I’m a timid person.
I suddenly think of something… I feel like there was someone who also used to drag me around like this. Someone who lived an easygoing life, and couldn’t read a room. Someone that used to butt into my lonely life and drag me around. I’ve thought that having someone like that around would be pretty fun. But that’s just an idea. I’m always by myself, in the end. I’m not the type to hang out with other people, and my ideas aren’t reality. That’s how it’s always been.
However…
Right now I’m running around while this nameless, faceless person is dragging me along with him. We keep moving forward through the crowd. The lanterns light the way, and the shops on the sides feel like streetlights.
Am I dreaming? Is this even real?
We walk past the stands, and it suddenly gets darker. Next we start walking up the shrine’s stairs. The crowds and the sweets all seem very distant.
I’m already out of breath, since we started running all of a sudden. An indoor type like me isn’t really used to physical activity, unlike the man in front of me.
However, despite being panting already, I still keep up with him. I have to. I don’t know why, but that’s what I think. I cannot let this man go.
“We’ll be there soon!”
The man says as he turns around. His face is so dark, I can’t see it. The darkness around here doesn’t help, although I don’t think I know his face in the first place. I find myself thinking back on my superpowers while we’re still running.
Maybe if I could shoot fireworks, I could light up the night sky and see his face…
But still, no matter how much I think about it, having superpowers definitely sounds like a delusion…
I hear a loud bang, and a ring of colorful lights spreads through the sky. Everything turns bright for an instant.
No way.
“Eh?! I thought the fireworks started an hour later?!” the man says, surprised. “Damn it, run!”
One after another, the fireworks keep illuminating the night sky.
I look at them in awe. He keeps dragging me with him, but I can only look at the sky. Was that a coincidence…? No, no way. That was…
“Here we are! What do you think? This is my special seat!”
We run past a small forest near the temple, until the man finally comes to a halt. You can see the wide sky being illuminated by the fireworks from here. There’s not a soul around. This definitely is a “special seat”.
“The fireworks look awesome from here!” the man says, and then laughs violently. You’d think he was a rocket about to take off from his laugh. However, I’m feeling a little confused.
How long has it been since I’ve run this much? I’m bad at sports. My heart is racing and my lungs are desperate for air. I might not even make it to the end of the fireworks show.
I’ve never been this tired… tired? I’m… not tired…
My body doesn’t feel tired in the slightest. In fact, I feel perfectly fine. I’m breathing normally as well.
Summer nights are still a little warm. However, I’m not sweating at all. In fact, I might start sweating just because of how strange that is.
It truly is strange. I feel like I might be able to do anything right now.
“Fireworks are fun, right? Everyone just looks at the sky…” the man says absentmindedly as he looks up.
“Every year, whenever I look at the fireworks… I think that I should try to live more like fireworks. That’s the kinda man I’d like to be…”
What’s he even talking about? Does he mean he wants to live for a second and then die?
And then I get a strange feeling.
…What is this? Deja-vu? I feel like this happened before…
The fireworks explode, and then the sky turns dark. I can’t see the man’s face even though he’s standing right next to me. I can’t see him.
I try to look at the tall man’s face, and right then, a colorful explosion lights up the sky.
“Don’t you think so, partner?”
Right at that instant, I can see the man’s face thanks to the fireworks.
All of a sudden, I hear many people’s voices. I’m not going crazy.
This all feels incredibly natural. I can hear the thoughts of all the people attending the festival. I can hear one after the other, almost as if they were a fire spreading from one leaf to the next. That fire is like a light that surrounds me.
As we’re enveloped by the sound and light of the fireworks, every single person is looking up at the sky. No one is looking down. Fun, happiness, beauty… countless positive emotions flow into me like the fireworks, one after the other. I’m inundated by kind thoughts.
The only voice I can’t hear is that of the man standing beside me, just like always.
I can’t read his mind, even though I’m an esper. Because he’s an idiot.
However, it doesn’t matter if the world around me is real or just a dream. It doesn’t matter if I’m just a regular guy. You’ll still always call me your “partner”...
Nendo.
OH MY GOODNESS!!! IT'S SO CUTE!!! AAAAA- ASHFGDVNS- I- HUH-
Thank you so so much, oh my gosh, I can't stop smiling 💕💕💕
Btw, yeah, you nailed it with the 'sketch' idea!
*me rn:
@niranutcake
I drew your OC :3
I don't know what colors she is so I just headcanoned this as "shes a sketch liveing in the paper" idea
hope you like it :D she was really fun to draw in my own style <3
being called a "dumb broad" had awakened something in me
i have to say. scarabedo canonically entering into some sort of weird coparenting situation was NOT on my 2024 bingo