#dancapa

      If there’s anything she could say, with certainty, that she regretted at this moment, it was that she hadn’t been wearing pants the last time she’d gone to school. Skirts don’t do much to protect your knees, unfortunately.

       Pale fingers tightly gripping the stone window sill of a - thankfully - sturdier building, Ayano felt the aftershocks of the earthquake rock through her body as she watched a store further on down the road crumble into a heap of brick, glass, and debris. She hadn’t been in the city for very long, less than a full month, and though she was slowly coming to terms with the fact that no, this wasn’t another “game” that serpent occasionally tried to force her into, she couldn’t definitively say that she was any more content here than she’d been there. Her knees and shins were bruised and, judging by the stinging, a bit cut up, and her ears rang from the cacophony of destruction and screaming. 

      At the very least, she now knew that she probably should’ve stayed inside today.

      The young girl squinted her eyes as she suddenly caught sight of a purple lump across the street, only a little ways away from the rubble of the now-destroyed building. Dust and smoke filled the air, and with the sky and buildings no longer providing any source of light, it was hard to make out what it was. A person, maybe? She couldn’t remember seeing anything that color before the earthquake began - if it was a person, she prayed they were alright. The lack of movement, from what she could see, didn’t bode well. 

      Her legs were about as steady as the ground, but even so, Ayano forced herself up to her feet and took a few shaky steps forward. There was a decent chance that the figure was a person, and it was just as possible that they were injured. She refused to leave someone on their own out here, especially if they were hurt - who knows what else might happen? Cupping her hands around her mouth, Ayano inhaled deeply, and tried to raise her voice over the noise still echoing through the street.

      “A-Are you alright over there? Can you hear me?”

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#lovemydanchou

my opinion on;

character in general: after takane my list of fave kp characters kinda blends together & are often fluctuating, but kido always manages to in second or third it feels like. my initial exposure to her was through the manga, and i loved her instantly because literally the first thing she did was fucking obliterate shintaro with her death glare (really hit home, could relate.) you can be sure that i like her for a lot of the same reasons i like takane; she’s strong yet however sensitive, she’s somewhat “masculine” while still retaining a sense of femininity, she could kick my ass and i’d say thanks, etc. lmao. it only rly dawned to me how much i like her was when i watched mca oddly enough b/c (besides the takane eps,) the only time i got teary eyed was the scene between her and her sister. it was so movinghow they play them: i really can’t agree with what feels like a large part of the fandom’s overview of her character; her being this submissive little housewife continually “shuuya-kun”-ing all over the place and how it feels like she’s only used to further kano’s character. to that extent, i fucking love your portrayal of kido b/c she’s anything but. (if not only for the fact that we share the same ship WHISTLES INNOCENTLY) your grip on the character matches my own headcanon and view, and i’m really glad you’ve joined the indie community :’’’’)the mun: SHOULD I HAVE BEEN ASKED A FEW MONTHS AGO i’d’ve been like “oh that one person on my tl who loves kido? ya they legit af aight aight,” and if asked the same thing now i’d probably still say that only in caps lock while screaming and wailing on a personal level…….lmao FO REAL THO i’m really glad i’ve gotten to know you as of late b/c it makes me happy to have a friend so agreeable still soooo invested in the series, especially in the same characters and ships as me (and also…………..disinterested in the same characters and ships as me LMFAOOOO)

do i;

follow them: YES HELLO!!!!rp with them: YEAH!!! teach me to cook danch’want to rp with them: TILL THE END OF TIMEship their character with mine: NEWFOUND BROTP and if i didn’t ship harutaka and kidomomo so passionately, i’d probs consider more.

what is my;

overall opinion: talk dirty to me

She was too embarrassed to ask outright—the question of “why?” might come into view should she have (and she’s absolutely never be able to live it down, should her true agenda be divulged.) She’d always blamed it on the fact that she had no stereotypical “feminine” qualities—but then again, Kido wasn’t exactly a girly-girl herself, and she was an amazing chef. Learning to cook was a skill she’d attempted without avail in the past, but ultimately had little success with her lacking attention and patience—however, considering herself to have a reason for learning now (and it had absolutely nothing to do with her newly returned and literally always hungry former classmate, nope,) there was no harm in trying, right? Well, wrong probably, but—

“Kido-danchou,” she approached the other tying her apron around her back. Seeming uncharacteristically generous, she asked, “Do you, uh... do you want some help making dinner?”

Sitting out on the front steps of their house, Shintaro is thoughtful. It’s more common than he’s usually given credit for. The solitude of this dying evening is interrupted by the creaky opening of the screen door--and the appearance of none other than the danchou herself. Probably wondering why he’s not grabbing dinner by now. Shintaro simply rolls his shoulders.

“...Hey,” he says at length, absently twisting the fabric of his jacket around in his hands. Might as well just say what he’s thinking--she’ll ask anyway. “It’s...not important I guess...Or it can’t be helped more like, but...Do you think it’s a good thing we’re here?”

There exists some thoroughly bizarre positives in this terrible situation, and Shintaro doesn’t really want to entertain the possibility of Stockholm Syndrome; it’s not fondness for their captors so much as it is a sort of idle acceptance. It’s a form of helplessness.

“Th-Thank you so much..!!”

In the middle of the crowded intersection in the far east end of the Delta District, the young inking assistant bowed her head frantically and began sputtering several lines of gratitude towards the female who was currently standing somewhat awkwardly in front of her.

The day had begun like any other -- she’d decided to explore the surrounding area as opposed to keeping herself cooped up in the small apartment. She’d thought that doing some investigating would be a good way to pass the time and maybe she’d even uncover something new about this place. This soon lead to her chancing the bus transportation system for a change, but her choice was quickly met with a nearly disastrous fate. 

When she’d first entered the bus, she’d noticed that several unruly looking citizens had also opted to take this method. They sniggered and sneered at her lithe frame and just when she’d thought she’d be forced to stand beside them.. another passenger stood up and gestured to for her to take their seat. 

“Oh! Kido! Look at the flowers!” Mary claps her hands together happily, surveying the little garden she has growing in the dan’s backyard. “I-I wasn’t expecting them to take to the heat this well, but they’re stronger than I thought...”

There’s a collection of colorful plants practically blossoming all along the walls, circling the perimeter in a technicolor, fireworks explosion - minus the fire, of course! She starts pacing amongst them, her hood pulled up, and she seems to be trying her best to avoid getting sunburned. Her skin’s not made for this sort of weather!

Though the heat felt nice, she has to admit.

　Dishware shopping is lonely when it’s only for yourself, and there’s no amount of cute forks and spoons with pastel handles that can change that fact. It’s hard to balance frivolity and frugality at the best of times, and as she looks around at the other shoppers populating the aisle, it’s easy enough to guess that they’re pretty much all in the same boat.

　Cute, elegant, stylish sets of plates and bowls, sold in batches of five. No company to use them with!

　Except for one girl. She’s got a receipt with a list scribbled onto it in one hand, an empty basket in the other, and a sense of responsibility written all over her face.

　She's nondescript enough to blend right in, but in a sea of people shopping for themselves, she stands out like a beacon.

　Someone like that, it’s hard to not want to reach out to them. It’s hard to not want to talk to them. Maizono puts down the floral-rimmed plate she’d been examining, and cuts across the aisle.