#random requests

Carapace’s suit is really complicated but anyway I can’t wait for him to appear for real because I want him to be the group jokester.

My precious Kitty Boy...

@sealfarts I love you Mariel!!

@anipwrites Always for you, Ani.

@time-is-strange I combined it with the Tea Time, I hope you don’t mind!

@mishi-thefishy I agree, Kwami Tea Time is one of the BEST things to come out of season 2.

MY WEAKNESS: MUTUALLY SUPPORTIVE LADYNOIR!!!

I really, really like this idea but I wasn’t quite sure I was able to fully execute it the way you described, sorry lol. I just did some designs but I hope you like them! If you have anymore ideas on it I’d like to hear them!

I haven’t really thought about the unseen heroes, but since we know they’re based on the Chinese Zodiac, I thought of a design for my sign: the Tiger!! We haven’t really seen the Miraculouses clearly so I’m not sure if it’s a bracelet or a hair-tie or something, but anyway.

Her weapons are ribbons, like the ones they use in gymnastics, mostly inspired by this one ridiculous episode of Ranma 1/2 where Ranma fights Kodachi and ribbons come into it but I promise it’s not as useless as it sounds. When she’s not using them, they tie around her and the trailing ends look like the tail! I haven’t developed her further than this, but this was a fun, thank you!

Chizuru’s brain froze, but her body kept moving, and the needle stabbed into her finger. She let out a small cry of surprise and pain, dropping her sewing and sticking her finger in her mouth to keep from getting blood on the fabric. Cute? There was no way she hadn’t misheard him…

“Oy, Shinpachi, have you seen…” began Harada’s voice, and Chizuru glanced up to find that he had appeared beside the horrorstruck Nagakura. Though he wore a confused frown at first, it quickly shifted into an expression of alarm, and he breezed through the door to kneel next to Chizuru.

“What’s going on here?” asked Harada, looking between the two of them. “Are you all right, Chizuru?” His tone was one of gentle concern, and she nodded, but tensed as Harada rested his hand on her shoulder. She wasn’t used to this kind of proximity. “Is this bastard harassing you?”

She shook her head, feeling the wound close, and removed her finger tentatively from her mouth. However, she did not get the chance to respond. “Wh-why would you think that?!” exclaimed Nagakura, reddening again. “I just stopped by to say hi, that’s all! Right, Chizuru?”

Chizuru hesitated, but nodded. So she’d misheard him after all. “There’s a reason you’re not in the Watch, Shinpachi,” said Harada, shaking his head with a short sigh. “You can’t tell a lie to save your life.” He focused on Chizuru’s face more intently. “You know you can talk to me, Chizuru. Did this idiot tell you something stupid?”

“You’re putting her on the spot,” protested Nagakura, shifting in place. “Come on, Sano, I just remembered I have to—”

“Oh, I’m putting her on the spot?” demanded Harada. “Whose fault is that?”

“Please don’t fight!” exclaimed Chizuru, and both their eyes snapped to her. She swallowed under their scrutiny, fidgeting with her hands. “It’s all a big misunderstanding. I… I think I just misheard something, that’s all, and…” Harada frowned more deeply as she trailed off, but then something seemed to click.

Raising his eyebrows, he looked Nagakura up and down, wearing a peculiar expression, somewhere between exasperation, amusement, and… respect? “You actually did it,” said Harada, amber eyes dancing, and Shinpachi crossed and uncrossed his arms uncomfortably. “Color me impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Nagakura chuckled nervously, ruffling his hair. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Letting out a short breath, half a laugh, Harada patted Chizuru on the shoulder and rose. “Don’t worry about it, Chizuru,” he said, walking back to Nagakura’s side. “He was going on about how adorable you were the other night, so I told him he should man up and tell you so.” Harada grinned. “I didn’t think he’d take my words to heart.”

“Oh, I was going on,” growled Nagakura, elbowing Harada in a way that could have been friendlier. “I wasn’t the only one, Sano. You were the one who brought up Chizuru-chan in the first place. ‘Oh, what a tragedy she can’t dress like a girl’!”

Chizuru could have fainted as Harada’s smile became slightly lopsided. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”

“It’s no fun if you just admit it,” muttered Nagakura, slightly deflated.

“But it is a tragedy, isn’t it?” asked Harada, almost interrupting. “Chizuru’s already cute just dressed like a boy. Put her in a proper kimono, and it might be enough to bring the entire Shinsengumi to its kn—”

“Hey, hey, you’re scaring her, Sano,” cut in Nagakura, and Chizuru realized she had been staring at them. Dropping her gaze to her sewing, Chizuru tried with all her might to focus on her stitchery, but her head felt too light to concentrate, her heart pounded faster and faster, and her cheeks burned.

“Right,” said Harada, massaging the back of his neck sheepishly. “Got carried away.” There was an awkward silence, but Harada didn’t let it go on for long. “Maybe we’d better leave it there, then,” he said, wavering in place. “Sorry for interrupting…”

Chizuru cleared her throat faintly. “D-don’t worry about it,” she managed. “Thanks for stopping by?” Her voice sounded uncertain to her own ears, but she felt she had to thank them for their visit. After all, they didn’t have to go out of their way to pay her so many compliments.

“W-well, see you around, Chizuru-chan,” said Nagakura, giving an awkward wave. “It was nice chatting with you!” As he and Harada turned away, the latter offered no goodbye save a soft and sincere smile, and the warmth in Chizuru’s cheeks lingered long after they left.