#thllda x reader

- Route 0 -

Okay so! First of all, obviously with being in love with you and all, route 0 (or at least, the start of it) goes by wayyy smoother this time around in many ways. It doesn't stop her from taking out Sirei and Hiruko, as they're deemed threats to you, but she no longer sabotages the team. Yay! ...Right?

The first major ripple effect that I can see happening from this is with Second-to-Last Defense Academy. Normally, she'd bonk Takumi and he'd bring the other academy's students back with him, but without the bonking and therefore Takumi vouching for them, even if they successfully use the bus to evacuate and find the main academy... Not only do they not get along with the preexisting members, there would also be a lot more suspicion aimed towards them and their intentions.

Lesbeito is the most likely to be able to correctly identify them as true members of the SDU based on stuff like their data being in the Revive-O-Matic. Does that mean she'll share these findings? Probably not. Just because they're technically members doesn't mean she likes them or wants you getting anywhere near them, especially with how many are total perverts. So, instead of quelling your fears, she totally amps them up. You can't trust them!!! So stay by her side and don't talk to any of them, okay?

With that in mind, there's a pretty decent chance she'll eventually take the whole Nozomi traitor lie canon Eito spreads and use it again, except this time to ostracize their entire group. ESPECIALLY if (god forbid) you start catching feelings for one of the many girls from there. Which is very possible because they're adorable. Anyway. She also may use Moko's whole situation to try to further plant seeds of doubt about that part of the cast and accuse them of actually being with the invaders or some other bullshit.

This turns out to be a huge mistake because making an enemy of all of the Second-to-Last Defense Academy squad really fucks up their ability to fight against V'ehxness, something she was too blinded by jealousy to realize. The power of lesbianism is not enough to overcome these struggles, unfortunately, so things start to quickly go downhill from there. WAY downhill.

They start getting blamed for everything that's gone wrong (even the stuff that doesn't make much sense) and, as they're believed to be on the invaders' side like Eva, get locked up just like she'd been. Not good when the most powerful commander is about to kick their asses in a few days. It's such a catastrophic fuck-up that on the day of the final battle, most of the SDU permanently dies in the process of taking V'exhness down. And that includes you.

You wouldn't have died if humanity hadn't forced you to fight in this disgusting war. It's their fault this happened. As such, it's only right that they pay for their sins.

Skip into the future and, as if the death count wasn't high enough already, all of the people locked up in cages were mysteriously murdered. Her, Takumi, and the other few that managed to survive the massacre waltz into the defense room to see what the hell they've even been fighting for all this time. Blah blah blah betrayal blah blah blah ugly humans rant, you know how this goes.

Now, when you consider how the odds stack up in comparison to the original storyline, there really isn't any reason for her to lose. She's incredibly powerful, both from cryptoglobin and grief-induced bloodlust, and up against only a tiny number of far weaker opponents. If she truly wanted to, she could by all means kill each and every one of them and win, right then and there.

But she doesn't. Not when it would leave her as the sole survivor in a cold, meaningless world, and not when she knows that the only one she truly has to blame for your death is herself. As such, it's only right that she should die too. It could never pay for her sins, but at least she can rest easy knowing she'll end up in hell, just like she deserves.

- Post Route 0 -

WHEW that was a lot of trauma for the poor girl. Good news is, Takumi did his time rewinding shtick! Bad news is that he is very pissed about her murdering Nozomi and all the others, so the chance of him killing her is proooobably like 99%. On the off chance he shows her mercy, though, she still ends up in a very problematic situation in which all her efforts toward courting you are now useless AND she has such immense guilt over what happened that she doesn't trust herself to be with you in this timeline. Yet her heart yearns for you just as passionately all the same...

Things are rather tense between you two now, to say the least. As Takumi traveled back in time to the second day, your relationship with her has been essentially wiped out entirely—even more so if you were moody and rejected her advances at first.

But, of course, her charm is fucking inescapable and has you coming back to her loving arms eventually, especially because as soon as she gives up on distancing herself from you (that's way too torturous to handle even for her), she puts all her energy into playing up the sweet, innocent girl act all over again. Takumi may have seen her lose her shit to know better, but you? Not quite. And even if you do dwell on the fact that she murdered a ton of people, well... She loves you so much that she'd do anything for you! That's just further proof of how deep her loyalty towards you goes.

Still, charming you isn't quite enough to earn her freedom back, nor to stop time and fate from pushing forward. On to the other routes!

- 2nd Scenario -

Now that she's got you wrapped around her finger, it's time for her to charm (and guilt) the others into allowing her back on the team so she can be with you again. This is where her womanhood and the gender roles that are tied to it really start coming into play.

All her life, she's been training herself to look smaller, weaker, and overall more palatable in order to survive in such a cruel world. She knows how much power a soft voice and looking up into men's filthy eyes at just the right angle can get her. And you better bet your ass she's banking on this type of shit working out again, especially with someone like Takumi who's way too easy to manipulate with those kinds of tactics. It's not enough to get everyone to accept her, but that's alright. If she can get on the good side of even one of the more influential members, that's plenty.

After enough back and forth, they eventually allow her back on the team. She even gets to keep her eyes this timeline! Hooray!

Poor thing is soooo fucking needy with you at this point, but then again, when is she not? Surprisingly, though, she's actually nowhere near as pushy about it as she typically is. As much as she knows that what happened in the other timeline exists as little more than a hypothetical at this point, it doesn't change the fact that her actions were what led to your death (and the others but who cares about that). How long this change in her demeanor will last before she goes back to her signature, unapologetically clingy self? Probably a few days honestly. Girl is pent up as all hell. Sorry future you.

All is going well in the lesbian world... but these wonderful days spent by your beautiful side can only last so long. V'ehxness was killed at the cost of not your life, but all of humanity's instead. Moral's plummeted so low it's practically in hell. Worst of all, just as you all were about to atone for your sins and rescue Futurum's people from their impending doom, the intercept system decided to screw you guys over and now you're stuck in a predicament where either you die or an entire planet's worth of people do in your place.

All this time, her only mission in life was to save you from the tragedies of war. And here you are, diving headfirst into another one, her helpless to do anything but stand by your side and face it alongside you. For a fleeting moment, she prays that she can at least use her life as a shield to save your own and watch you live out the remainder of yours from heaven. She knows the truth, though; the only heaven she'll ever reach is the one right beside her, cradling her in the final seconds before death rips you two apart once more.

- Romance -

Let's rewind way back to a time when you and your lovely soulmate hadn't quite made amends yet. That's not to say she's made zero progress in wooing you; it's just that she needs a little more than 25 days to make up for the damage past her did to her reputation.

Unfortunately, 25 days is plenty for you to have a bizarre dream about kissing Takumi and get roped into a reality tv romance plot—except legitimately real for once. You claim to not be interested in him beyond being friends, but how can she know that for sure? And even if you truly have no feelings for him now, who's to say what'll happen when your chapter with him starts?

Now, she can admit that she may not exactly deserve you, but she knows damn well that fucking thing doesn't either. You should be treated like the holy angel you are, not as a last-minute replacement for someone's childhood friend. That's not right.

Needless to say, she's a loose cannon that could go off any minute and stab Takumi in his sleep. Remember, although this may be a game of love, the results of not taking her concerns seriously and ensuring her that she's the only one for you are very real and very deadly. Not for you, but for him. And maybe her too, depending on how reckless she gets with her murder plan.

This is one way the romance route could play around with your fates, HOWEVER there is an even worse option... Lesbeito, being a girl, may very well end up falling victim to one of these dreams, and with Takumi sharing the dream, he may inadvertently force her into getting tangled up in this mess as well.

She would, in any other situation, just tell him the nerdy equivalent of go fuck yourself and that would be that, but with the whole cage rendering her unable to leave... Yeah she's screwed. And worse, you're so appalled at whatever the hell's going on between those two that you stop visiting her altogether. It's literally a lesbian's worst hell.

So, yeah. Takumi at least had a chance of surviving in the other romance scenario, but in this one god he is SO dead. She doesn't even care if they kill her after this. He NEEDS to die. NOW!!!

- Slasher (Zombie) -

I'm going to be so real. I don't even have any specific plot or anything to go with this, just. SHE WOULD BE SO FUCKING CUTE AS A ZOMBIE DO YOU SEE MY VISION. DO YOU SEE IT. PLEASE SAY YOU DO. Also, I feel like with how likely Takumi is to kill her, it's worth visiting at least one scenario where she dies on day 2.

I must reiterate: she would look adorable!!! Her messy and tangled hair, exposed yucky skin bits from tears in her jacket, it's just so delightful! And terrifying for you at first. Hopefully you can eventually get over it and see her beauty shine.

Today is a wonderful day. All of them seem to be, now that you have such an entertaining teammate on your roster. It's a shame that's only been the case for a few days now, as opposed to the several that have passed since you first woke up at Last Defense Academy.

Honestly? Initially, you weren't sure you would even make it long enough to see the end of this war. Day in and day out was the same dreary nonsense; some generic bad guy would come around, those who agreed to fight (you included) would kick their butts, and the others would just mope around all pathetic and stuff. Rinse and repeat. To be fair, Darumi did a pretty decent job at spicing things up, but soon enough her killing game remarks grew just as mundane as any other.

Then came the string of bad luck that nearly took you all out of the game early. Your precious food supply dissipated into nothingness. Hell, even Takumi vanished into thin air after a botched expedition. Forget about being at war with invaders; all your energy was getting used up just fighting off stupid hunger hormones that couldn't get the hint.

You assumed that was it for you—all of you. Little did you know that at the same time that you'd been contemplating giving up entirely, a bus was heading right your way, carrying inside it exactly what you needed most: a certain laughter-inducing, vegetable-themed weirdo. And actual food, you guess.

After getting over the shock of seeing a guy that you totally assumed was dead being very much not so, your eyes scanned over the handful of new faces (or in her case, the lack of) with catlike curiosity. They were definitely a weird bunch, that's for sure. Then again, so were plenty of residents of your own academy, and you never managed to have any fun bonding with them. No point in getting your hopes up in that case. With a practiced, polite smile, you put out your hand in front of the masked girl.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is..."

You dutifully carried out your portion of pleasantries and waited for her to do the same. Except she never did.

"Who do you think you are, peasant?! Daring to try to touch the hand of an Oosuzuki is a crime punishable by death, you know! I ought to put you down like the slobbering mongrel you are."

Dead silence. Only for a second, though, before someone else opted to take its place.

"I'm so sorry!" A girl with light hair ran over. "She's always like this around new people... Huh?"

But her apology fell on deaf ears—not on account of shock or offense or anything stemming from appalment like that, but from your own laughter drowning out every other sound you could possibly hear.

From that moment on, the lady known as Kurara Oosuzuki, as well as the witty remarks that fell out of her mouth, were all that mattered to you and made this lousy school life of yours bearable. Which leads us back to the present.

"What in the world do you think you're doing? A dirty peon like you doesn't even deserve to kneel before me, lest you stain my immaculate living space with your filth! And what's with this whole dog shtick?"

"Has the comedic genius Kurara already forgotten about what she called me woof?" You inch closer. "You called me a mongrel, remember woof? So I'm playing the part."

"The only part you're playing is the local pervert, and I'll have you know that that slot's already been filled. Besides, dogs aren't supposed to talk."

"Oh, sorry woof!"

"Enough!"

As she uses her shoe to try and nudge-kick you out of her way, you giggle so hard that the combined forces make you fall to the side. Taking her chance, she breaks into a mad dash towards the stairs, leaving you to scramble upright to follow her once more.

After arriving, you two proceed to spend the morning eating breakfast together. And by that, you mean that you ate out of a dog bowl while Kurara critiqued the realism of your roleplaying, as well as the flecks of food you accidentally sent flying her way when you played your role a little too well. You can't help it! Without being allowed to talk for the sake of the bit, all you can do is put your heart and soul into feeding her pet-themed insults and listen to the other kinds she's spewing towards your fellow Last Defense Academy members.

Speaking of, most of them don't seem quite so keen on receiving her commentary. Hard to imagine why, when half of them are funny enough to make you choke on your food. You sigh. The rest of the team really aren't anywhere near on her level, are they? Especially Gaku.

"And you." He points an accusatory finger. "Why are you getting all buddy-buddy with them? You're supposed to be on our side!"

You stick your tongue out at him, only to nearly bite it off as Kurara grabs you and pulls you closer, all the while resting one hand under your chin.

"Unlike the rest of you simpletons, this one's actually got a brain bigger than a pea and has pledged their loyalty to me, as I rightfully deserve. It's not their fault you're all so pathetic that they had to jump ship the moment they bore witness to my greatness."

You nod rapidly enough to make your vision blur, making Gaku throw his hands in the air.

"Whatever, man. We don't need traitors like you."

Huh.

The arguing continues, as do the insults. By the time everyone's plates are clean, the air's filled with so much tension that a single extra comment could be enough to make the entire cafeteria implode. By some miracle, you all get away with merely ending the morning with glares and a newfound agreement for each of the groups to take turns eating here. Needless to say, despite your roots, you end up on Kurara and them's side of things. The two of you make your way back upstairs to the roof.

"Hey. Listen to me and listen well."

The sound of her addressing you drags you back to reality a little. How long had you been away from it? She doesn't give you much time to dwell on the matter.

"Don't you dare overthink what that idiot Moronko said back there. I, the great Kurara Oosuzuki, am the only one whose opinion of you matters, and I give your work as my underling today a solid B plus. So quit moping around! You got that?"

You pause and stare at her cross-armed form, head angled away from you to look off into the sky's infiniteness. Even being physically smaller than average, her noble stature and confident aura leave you breathless at the sight of how larger than life her existence truly is—to you, at least, the person who fell for her so deeply the moment you caught a glimpse of it, and the one who only falls harder with each passing second. You shuffle closer to her.

Not too guilty, at least. She still loves having some way to guarantee you'll stay by her side and not push her away—or, if you do, a way to make you change your mind. Come on, don't be so mean to her! She does so much for you, you know? The least you could do is hang out with her every now and then so she doesn't feel lonely...

What if you're the opposite, though? Rather than being the one getting top grades or making bank, you struggle just to survive from day to day. Maybe you're the shut-in sort and hardly so much as leave your room. Once again, that's why you have her! She'll provide you with everything you could ever want or need. All she wants in return as payment is your company. :)

While a thriving partner brings her great pride at knowing she's the one supporting you from behind the scenes, this dynamic of you struggling and relying on her constantly really grows on her. After all, you're her entire purpose for existing. Why shouldn't she work herself to the bone for your benefit? You deserve it. So please... let her offer her life and very being to you.

- Going on "Dates" Together  -

In Last Defense Academy, the amount of things you two can do together is quite limited, especially if we're not counting exploring outside school grounds. In modern times, though, soooo many new opportunities open up. You two can go out to a restaurant, take a trip to the mall, see a movie together, all the fun things friends (and lovers) do!

Unfortunately for her, a lot of those options make her so nauseous she might seriously lose her breakfast... but she's still gotta try! The idea of spending time with you makes it all worth it. Even if she does end up having to excuse herself to the bathroom for a concerning amount of time. Please listen to her when she says she's alright and to just wait outside, for both of your sakes.

The first place on her list she asks you out to is the mall. Not only is it a safe option no matter if you share romantic feelings for her or not, but she also gets to see you all dolled up in various outfits! Plus, she's gotten quite a bit of money saved up in preparation. If she can show you how reliable she is, that should help earn your affection, right? Or at least make you feel indebted to her. Either way, the end result is well worth the cash.

It's only once you two make your way over to a changing room that the overwhelming fatigue of nonstop sensory overload really hits her. Today's been lovely—more than lovely—but wow did she not anticipate just how crowded this place would be. Even her usual dosage of anti-nausea meds is barely making a dent on the churning going on in her stomach from that one person who bumped into her earlier. She almost wonders if she can handle staying here any longer, until she hears your angelic voice ringing out from behind the changing room door.

"Um... Can you come in and help me with this zipper? I think it's stuck..."

SHE'S SPRINTING INSIDE SO FAST YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!! And when she does make her way in and sees your adorable self blushing and still trying to fiddle with that stubborn zipper, her hands wrap around you to manhandle you at equal speed. Of course, you don't know that's her intention; you assume that she's just trying to position herself in a way that makes it easier to tug it down. And so, you let her be without complaint.

Wow... this zipper really is stuck, huh. No matter how hard she's pulling, it's not budging! What? Of course she's actually trying and totally not just pretending so she can maximize how long she can get away with cuddling you and inhaling your scent! Trust her!!!

Sadly, there's only so much fake tugging that she can get away with without seeming suspicious, so she eventually has to help you out for realsies. When she does and sees your exposed skin... Good lord does it take all of her energy not to run her fingers over it. Ugh, why can't you two be dating already...

Next on her list is a restaurant! Honestly, she'd much rather just make food for you, but she already does that so much that it doesn't feel special on its own. If she wants you to see her as a potential romantic option, she knows she needs to set up a less casual mood, all the while having plausible deniability in case you're not into it. So she just so happens to unintentionally book a reservation at a super fancy restaurant, and it just so happens that you two are seated in one of their more... private areas.

You just KNOW she's trying some sneaky shit when it comes to food sharing. She is, thankfully, kept relatively in line as far as being touchy and whatnot by the fact that you're on opposite sides, but trust me. If she can't hug and hold you, she's going to at least make up for it via indirect kisses. And yes, she absolutely decides her meal based on what you like, even if it means ordering something she despises. Thank goodness for her acting skills.

She also is very much going to steer you towards eating something a little messy—say something with a sauce, for example. That way, when you inevitably get a little on the side of your mouth, she can lean over and wipe it off for you. Huh? Why's she cradling your cheek? To keep you from moving around and making more of a mess, obviously!

Last but certainly not least is movie night! Which very well may be right after your restaurant date. It works out really well for her that way; not only does it mean more time spent with you that day, but it also means you might get tired and rest your head on her shoulder. Pleaaaaase please please please please PLEASE be tired enough that you doze off and let her stare at your beautiful sleeping face for the entirety of the movie PLEASEEEEEEEE!!!!! If you aren't in the mood for a nap, though, she doesn't mind (too much). That's what the other half of her plans are for!

Of course, she ensures that it's a movie you like. Most likely goes for either a romance or horror film. The romance is pretty obvious as for why she's into that; from reaching out to hold your hand at the perfect time to seeing what opinions you form of each character and changing her flirting strategies accordingly, it's rife with chances to learn more about and get closer to you. And maybe, if you react positively enough to her hand holding, she can make this the day you two officially become a couple!

The horror's not quite as straightforward as far as romantic opportunities, but there are still plenty of them to take advantage of. Namely, if you're the sort who gets scared during them and wants to hide their face. She's more than happy to cover your eyes during the scary parts, or maybe even give you a side hug the whole time to "help you feel better". If you're the opposite, though, she's just as eager to do a role reversal! Just imagining clinging onto you whenever a scary scene comes up... You laughing at her before pulling her in and reassuring her that it's alright...

No matter how the details of your "dates" end up going, one thing's for certain: she's only getting started!

- Tutor Lesbeito AU -

I MUST SPEAK ABOUT THIS CONCEPT

Okay so we know for a fact that she's a super knowledgeable girl and a top-performing student. I can soooo easily imagine her using that to her advantage to get to know you better! Realistically, you're pretty much guaranteed to be doing significantly worse than her by virtue of how high her grades are, and who else would be more qualified to help you study than her? Don't be shy. Accept her help!!! Do it!!!

It's the perfect opportunity for you two to bond and become closer with one another! Not only does she get to see you regularly, but there's also far more leeway for her to act questionably before you consider pushing her away, since you're frankly not doing well enough in that class to justify passing on the free help. Sure, you still find her a bit weird; she's always leaning in too close whenever she checks your answers or staring at you a bit longer than can be called socially acceptable, but it's not like she's a bad person. She's just... weird. That's all.

...And very unaware of how to interact with others, you quickly find yourself realizing. A lot of things that others know innately are off-putting or downright unacceptable—say, entering your house without your permission—she seems completely clueless about. Even as you visibly panic at the sight of her sitting on your couch, she acts as if nothing's unusual about it and just walks up to you to talk about some homework assignment coming up.

You'd be harsher on her if she were anyone else. But she's not just anyone else, now, is she? And so, for one reason or another, you accept her oddities. You should really change the lock on your door, though.

His hand reached out in your direction, paired alongside a disconcertingly bright smile. And to think that just a little bit ago, this same boy was the one plotting to murder you and every other member of the SDU. The mental reminder was enough to give you pause.

"Let me guess. If I actually grab your hand right now, you'll make a face and call me disgusting or vile or something."

"Most likely, yes."

"...So why are you bothering to ask if you know you'll hate it that much?"

"I never said I'd hate it. Just that your body's so putrid that even being this distance from you is enough to make my stomach churn." He pushed his hand closer. "So, how about it? Care to lend your good pal a hand?"

Your stare lingered on the black of his glove. Somehow, even when describing you with the cruelest of adjectives, he always maintains that stupid, faux innocent smile of his. The same that made you fall head over heels for him the first time you met. And now, the one that made you stupid enough to cling to whatever affection he could offer you—clumsy, uncomfortable, and unnervingly genuine.

"Whatever. Don't get sick on me, got it?"

As your fingers interlocked, his entire body tensed up like a startled cat. You waited. Thankfully, your warning from a few seconds ago seemed to have been unnecessary as he let out a soft chuckle.

"This really is vile. If you're interested in that path, you'd make a great fortune teller."

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and get to walking."

For once in your time together, he actually appeared perfectly happy to comply with that request and strode alongside you silently, perfectly mirroring your walking speed. You almost wondered why he even bothers with the helpless act he occasionally puts on; with the way he was walking, it's hard to even believe that he's unable to see. Everything about him at that moment—his grin, his confident strides, even the satisfied sigh he let out as he repositioned his hand to grip yours tighter—screamed the opposite.

That is, until you finally began to make your way down the stairs. Only then did the cracks in his facade start to make themselves known. His grip squeezed tight, so tight that you nearly hissed in pain. Still, you held your tongue. That moment didn't feel like the right time to get on his case, not after having to watch one of his shoes overshoot and miss its destination, nearly sending him tumbling down all the steps in one go. Without thinking, you jutted out your free hand to press onto his stomach and keep him steady.

"Are you okay—"

Within milliseconds, he'd already begun folding inwards with a glove firmly planted over his mouth. You tried to panic-jolt the hand of yours he was for some reason still clinging onto away, and yet his hold never loosened enough to do so successfully. He grimaced.

"Thank you. You're so kind to try and help me. Too kind, really... Much too kind..."

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll be more careful next time."

His ears perked up as if a light switch got flicked on inside his head. Miraculously, whatever'd gotten into him proved to be more than enough to get his bubbly self back into gear.

"Oh? So you're also interested in doing this together again in the future?"

"Wha—" You really did try your best to be nice to the boy, but that mouth of his never failed to catch you off guard and provoke your instinctual self to come out to play. "Eito, you're out of your mind. There's no way I..."

The mental snapshot of just how close his foot was to the edge flashed before your eyes. You sighed.

"Actually, maybe it's best that you wait for me to help you get downstairs from now on."

"Got it. From now on, I'll be a good boy and wait outside your door for you every day."

There was no need for him to word it like that. If you voiced that thought out loud, though, he might pick up on the hint of giddiness that would inevitably come out with it. And so, you didn't. Instead, you continued leading the way until you found your way into the cafeteria.

"Allow me to—"

"Nope."

Like a child at daycare, you denied his offer and forcefully dropped him off at the closest booth to get both of your meals, taking care to pick out one of his favorite, easy-to-eat sandwiches, before returning. The following few minutes passed by in near silence thanks to his good table manners. If only that politeness carried over to other subjects. Still, the peace was nice. He didn't even seem to care about the area of your thighs that rubbed against each other from time to time—perhaps because he was entirely at fault for it, being the one who switched seating sides to be directly next to you instead of across. What a weirdo.

"You know..." Swallowing his last bite, he broke the silence. "Spending the morning with you has been a lot of fun. I've never had the chance to do anything like this with someone else before. I'm glad you were my first."

You, on the other hand, had not finished your meal and proceeded to choke violently on it. This guy really, really needed to work on his word choices. He gasped and forced a glass of water into your hands, which you were more than happy to accept.

"Are you alright? I can do the Heimlich maneuver if you need."

"Nope, I'm good!" You managed to cough out. Not a second too late either, as you realized his arms were hovering around your torso. "Put your arms down."

"Alright..." He had the audacity to pout as he retracted them back to his side. "Well, as I was saying, I'm really loving our time together. Perhaps you'd be so kind as to let me tag along in whatever other plans you have for the day? If you need help with anything, I'd be more than happy to make myself useful."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. He'd been getting progressively more friendly these past few days, but never before to the level of hanging out—actually hanging out as his equal, not just the secret target of his loathing.

"Actually, I don't have anything planned for today. Do you?"

"Not at the moment. Usually, I would stop by the library, but... a blind man going to a library doesn't make much sense, now does it?"

"Fair point." You stopped to ponder over what options were available for the two of you. A thought popped into your head. "Hey, wait. That means you haven't been able to read anything for a while now."

"Really? I had no idea."

"Shut up! I was just thinking out loud." You grumbled. "In that case, maybe I could read to you? You'd at least be able to finish whatever book you started before you, uh... you know."

You held yourself back from gesturing at his eyes and instead watched as he pondered over your proposal, lips slightly parted in surprise. Then, it was your turn to be surprised.

"Eito?! Why are you crying?"

"Oh, I am? Huh. I didn't notice." His fingers drifted upward to feel the tears that he'd unwittingly let flow. After a moment of pause, he gave you a cheerful smile. "I suppose the purity of your heart shone bright enough to pierce through the darkness of my own."

"What does that even..." You sighed. "Do you want to read together or not?"

"It would be my pleasure. Come on now, you wouldn't be so cruel as to keep me waiting after such a tantalizing offer, would you?"

His grip on your hand pulled at you so harshly that you barely had the opportunity to so much as throw your trash away before he was rushing you up the stairs you just came from. Apparently, going up them was far simpler a task than down. Before you knew it, he was urging you into your room.

"I'll be right back."

He sprinted away. When he returned, a concerningly thick book came along with him.

"Here you go, as promised: the book I'd been reading before gouging my eyes out. I'm elated to be able to hear your wretched voice's rendition of its content."

"What the hell is this?"

"It's a book about the history of mankind. Pretty neat, isn't it? You know, I've always found human history rather interesting, as much as I also find it to be utterly repulsive. Did you know that—"

"That's not what I meant. You don't seriously expect me to read this, do you?"

"Why not? Ah, don't worry. I won't judge you for mispronunciations."

"Also not what I meant. Seriously... How many pages are even in this thing..." You flipped to the last page and nearly fainted at the gargantuan number that greeted you.

"If you aren't willing to read it, I can grab another book. Although, I must say, I was really looking forward to sharing this experience with you. Can you at least give it a try? You might find it more interesting than you'd expect."

You hated the way his stupid puppy eyes routine always worked on you even with his current state. He, on the other hand, let out a satisfied chuckle the moment he heard you take a seat on your couch, followed by the unmistakable sound of finger meeting paper. It only took a few seconds of patting the portion of cushioning beside you for him to follow suit. Neither of you spoke for a while. Finally, you coughed.

"Okay, here goes. I guess."

You felt around for his bookmark and slid it out with care. Apparently, where he'd last left off was some gruesome descriptor of a war zone. Each word made your stomach sink deeper and deeper—and yet, when you glanced his way, you were met with that same damn smile.

"It's just awful, isn't it? What they did in the name of war, I mean." He remarked. You merely hummed in response. "I can only imagine the kind of atrocities humanity's committed during this one—outside of the ones we've already learned about."

"Yeah..."

You didn't want to think about it again. That the past you knew and loved was nothing more than a mirage crafted to make you all willing to sacrifice your lives for humanity's sake. Still, Eito continued.

"Of course, I'm still more than happy to fight. Not for humanity, but for you."

"Ugh, can you go one minute without saying something cheesy?"

As he laughed and gave an empty apology over your scolding, you returned your gaze to the neatly printed words pressed on the pages. Maybe if you used reading to take your mind off him, you could get rid of the stupid smile covering your face. And maybe the tears too, though they've yet to fall.

-

A full minute had passed without so much as a peep from you, save for the light snoring spilling out from your lips. You must've fallen asleep. As expected.

His fingers felt around slowly, ever so slowly, until they made contact with your wrist. Even then, you failed to come into consciousness—which was also expected. He'd had more than enough experience being around your resting form to know how hard it was to rouse you from sleep. How fortunate for him.

Still, as his gloved digits carried your wrist closer and closer, he took great caution not to move too fast or too suddenly. After all, no matter how kind and lenient you were when it came to him, you still had your limits. He wasn't exactly inclined to find out if this was one of them.

He held his breath. With one hand lifting the fabric of his shirt and jacket, the other angled your wrist into a perfect vertical line. And then, he pressed your palm forward. Into the sinew of his abdomen. Into his body heat, which now competed with your own. He felt them squish together. That sensation alone was enough to send shivers down his spine, but there was so, so much more sensory input flooding his neurons: the sticky sweat building on his skin (both yours and his own), the slight grumble you let out in response, and the following grabbing motion you unknowingly attempted to do, prompting you to squeeze at his exposed skin and for him to whimper like a begging puppy.

- ...So long as said thing is free. Unfortunately, no amount of being a fanatic is going to change the fact that he's dirt poor. Sorry Gaku. No merch or concert tickets for you. He can't even bring himself to ask for them as holiday gifts, since there isn't exactly anyone to ask in the first place.

Still, if he can't support you financially, he sure as hell is going to every other way he can think of to make up for it! Type of guy to intentionally click on ads on your music videos with the hope that it brings in even a cent more of extra income on your behalf. Also keeps said videos on loop on multiple tabs for the added views. Who needs bots for view farming when you've got a dedicated fan like him?

- Another way that he shows his dedication to you is by bringing you up in conversation around others. And by that, I mean he yaps and loredumps on everyone who has the misfortune of setting him off on one of his rambles. Which is incredibly easy, by the way. All they have to do is ask a simple question like "What music are you into?" and he's already deep diving into your entire discography and the history behind it all. It's so bad. They can literally leave the room and he'll keep going, way too enthralled in his retelling of your debut performance to even notice they're gone.

- You might think that he'd have an easier time getting along with fellow stans. He does NOT. It's somehow even worse? Sure, he gets super excited and friendly with them at first, but the moment they say anything he disagrees with, he blows up on them. What do they MEAN that other member of your group is cuter??? Are they blind or just stupid? So yeah. He's got basically no friends or online mutuals to consistently talk to about you. Hence his yapping at the slightest provocation to strangers, hence the cycle repeating.

- Given his financial status—and therefore inability to attend meet and greets—he's long since given up on actually meeting you in person. But in his imagination? That's a whole other story. Practically every moment of his day is spent on a combo of manual labor and daydreaming about you.

- I wish I could say his imagined version of you is in any way accurate to life, but it's just... not. He's not even emotionally intelligent enough to be able to imagine how you'd react in the scenarios he comes up with, much less how you'd actually feel. Your idol charm truly works wonders on him. So much so that honestly, he doesn't even comprehend that your constant cheeriness and expressions of love for your fans might not all be real, and that there's an entirely different person probably hidden under all that cutesieness.

- In the end, a ton of his fantasies end up perfectly mirroring the horrendously unrealistic tropes he sees in romance anime and manga. He trips one day out in public and just so happens to run into you face first, and when he does, you just so happen to fall to the ground. When you do, your hat and sunglasses you wore for disguise come flying off and just like that, your beautiful face is there for him to gawk at. You get super shy and try to cover your blushing face, so you cuddle into his chest and whisper for him not to move. His heart starts racing, feeling your...

Shoot! His boss is yelling at him to get back to work. Guess he'll have to wait till later to resume that train of thought.

- Speaking of work, you've inspired him to start taking his sewing skills and putting them to good use as a way to earn money. His new job isn't enough to make him rich by any means, but hey, it's a million times better and more stable than all his other part-time jobs so far. He even gets to fantasize about what you'd look like in all the beautiful outfits he helps create. This only intensifies as his talents get picked up on by his boss, who pulls him in for a mystery project. Apparently there's an idol agency looking to partner with them. Their name is—

Wait. He's not dreaming, right???

- He is, in fact, not dreaming and is instead one of the lucky few in charge of creating your outfit for your next show! Honestly, he still can't believe it, even as he's in the process of making the design they sent him. If only you were here to praise him for all his hard work... Meh, it's okay. Seeing you in clothing of his own creation, smiling all sweet and happily at the camera, is plenty payment.

- There is a problem, though. The design they sent over for you is kind of... I mean, it's not bad per se—and you of all people could totally make it work—but it just doesn't feel right to him. The silhouette leaves much to be desired, it's too simple here and way too complicated there, and overall fails to feel like you. The boss makes it clear that he should shut up and go along with it, but he can't bring himself to, not while knowing you'll be the one receiving it. So... he takes it upon himself to rework the design quite a bit and ensure his version gets delivered to you without the boss knowing. Sure, he'll most definitely be fired for this, but he can find somewhere else to work. It's fine, as long as it's for you.

- Your show comes and goes and, sure enough, you look absolutely stunning in your outfit, more than he could've ever imagined. When he comes into work the next day, to his surprise, he doesn't immediately get torn apart for his decision; his boss actually thanks him. Says something about you being super grateful for it. He thinks? Not gonna lie, he's too lost in the sauce of continued employment to hear the exact details, but it definitely sounds good! Plus it gives him a ton of fantasy fodder to help him work through his next shift.

When he feels a tapping on his shoulder and turns around to see your face mere inches from his own, he thinks he's still in one of those fantasies. Nope. Apparently in his confusion earlier, he completely missed the boss saying that you were so grateful for the outfit he made that you wanted to stop by and thank him personally. Insert blushing Gaku sprite!

- You would think that his constant daydreaming about you would at least somewhat prepare him for this encounter, but that's not the case at all. It's pathetic, really. He barely so much as gets a word out for the first half a minute, leading you two to awkwardly stare at each other in silence for a while. Then, when he finally does start talking, it's a whole fucking essay—a completely incoherent one, too. He has no idea what to say to you, so he ends up saying everything that comes to mind. Doesn't even have the wherewithal to realize after the fact how weird and creepy he's coming off to you, nor how obviously uncomfortable you look afterwards.

- Thankfully, his lack of social skills doesn't make you run off the first chance you get. Perhaps your industry's made you a bit numb to weirdo fans? Either way, you instead choose to stay for a little while to chat with him. You compliment his work, taking care to note a specific detail only an OG fan would know to include. And then, you ask him if he'd like to design all of your clothing from that point on.

- DUH HE SAYS YES!!! He may be tactless, but he's not a complete idiot. His mind's already swimming with new ideas based on the next album's theme you describe to him, and his hands busy jotting down rough sketches and quick notes about details to include. Meanwhile, you watch with a bright grin on your face and cheer him on. Okay, well technically you're just giving your input on the design, but let a guy dream!

- An hour flies by before you suddenly gasp and pull out your phone. You're apparently running late for some meeting and really have to go. But before that, you spare a precious few moments to write something down on a piece of paper and slide it over onto his desk. An autograph? Oh gosh, he really hopes that's what it is. He's seen your signature before from other fans' posts and it's so cute and charming, he'd love to have one for himself—

Aaand you're already gone. No matter. He goes to pick it up and read it, hoping that his prayers were answered.

Wait. This isn't your autograph. It's... your phone number???!?!?!?!??!?!?!!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!!???!

- Of course, logic would dictate that you gave him this precious piece of information for business purposes. But is he a logical man? Fuck no! He earnestly believes that you have a thing for him and this is your way of telling him so. And obviously, now that you've expressed your undying infatuation with him or whatever nonsense his mind's conjured up, it's up to him to put the moves on you and make you his!

- ...Except this is still Gaku we're talking about. He can't flirt for shit. Hell, he can't even figure out what his first message to you should be. Should it be casual? More formal? Short? Long? He has no clue and no friends willing to listen and tell him to just act normal for once. Instead, he has whichever of his poor siblings gets subjected to his yapping first's advice: say something nice to you. Technically good advice—if anyone else were receiving it. Alas, Gaku ends up hearing this and assumes he's got to go WAYYY over the top and list every single thing he likes about you, as well as his personal history of learning about you and the rest of his journey as your fan.

The whole message ends up at over 1k words by the time it's sent out for you to read. It's barely proofread, of course, but surely you'll see it for the romantic gesture it is and fall even harder for him, right? Right?

- An entire day goes by without any response. He starts panicking over it, wondering if maybe he went a tad bit overboard. Just a tad. There's no way you're actually ignoring them though, right? You're probably just busy—or maybe you're playing hard to get. He can respect that. You'll wait a bit and then respond. Obviously.

Finally, his phone pings. Despite being at work and knowing he'll get scolded once again, he lunges for it and opens up your message.

( Thank you ❤️ )

A few notes before we get into this hellzone of a post!!!

1 - While most of this was written to be inclusive for any and all girlies, the M section involves AFAB reader. Feel free to skip that one if it's not something you're comfy with

2 - ♥︎ means this section has NSFW. Again, feel free to skip if that's not up your alley

3 - Canon Eito is a manipulative, immoral menace to society. Lesbeito is no different. We support women's rights AND women's wrongs here!!! So yeah. There's a lot of awful behavior here per usual. Not my fault Eito sucks xoxo

That's all... for now. I'm not gonna lie, I STILL have more thoughts about Lesbeito somehow. May compile them into a misc headcanons post in the future? We'll see. Anyways on to the actual post

Appearance - What does she look like?

HB double Ds babeyyyyy SORRY SORRY SORRY

Okay but legit this is an incredibly important part of her character design. I believe with my entire heart that in every version of the Eitoverse, they are blessed by the gods to be insanely conventionally attractive BUT in specific ways that they feel the need to hide. So, much like how male Eito tends to hide his pretty big/muscular build under an oversized jacket to give off a more sickly, innocent vibe, Lesbeito (yes, this is pretty much her legal name at this point) tries suuuper hard to not show any part of her body's figure with that same sort of method. God bless sports bras. This naturally goes for the rest of her body as well, cause girl is NOT risking being contaminated by disgusting human germs for the drip.

Regarding the rest of her physique, I like to imagine that she's not actually too far off from her canon counterpart. Probably pretty tall for a girl, similar to Hiruko. Face card lethal. Her hair also looks very similar to canon due to both safety and hygiene concerns, just instead of the back being short, it's constantly tied up in this adorable ponytail <333 She honestly gives me scientist vibes really hard? Like normal Eito already does, but something about her hair really leans heavily into that aesthetic to me. Please don't start the next plague and kill off humanity, Lesbeito. Please.

Another important detail! She is NOT frail at all, even if she makes an effort to hide her muscles for social brownie points. Girls got abs of steel. The worst part is that, while I do think she puts in effort to take care of her health exercise-wise, she also is just... kind of built like that by default. It's obnoxious and also feeds into her already sky-high ego so bad. I'm not sure if it's ever touched on in the story, but I just know for a fact that all Eitos get the hugest ego boosts out of knowing how attractive and healthy they physically are compared to the average person, even by the rest of society's standards. Bastards.

Another thing that is a notable part of her design is layers. Unfortunately, she has been just as much a victim of casual physical contact as pretty much every girl who's ever been out in public, and it drives her fucking nuts. So, she's learned to cope with it by tacking on as many layers as physically possible, especially around her waist area. Girlie has like 5 layers there at all times just in case some dude grabs it while moving past her (oversized jacket, shirt, undershirt, potentially skirt, pants/leggings). Any less makes her want to vomit.

Beauty - What does she find beautiful?

You, obviously! Or else she would kill you. Teehee.

Before that fateful day when she first laid eyes on you, she was surrounded by nothing but horrible, horrible monsters. Every single thing about other humans was revolting to her: their rotting flesh, the stench of their decaying bodies, and the absolute worst of it all—those disgusting, vile, dirty eyes and hands of theirs that they can't seem to keep to themselves. Just thinking about them is enough for her to feel unclean.

With that in mind, you can imagine how she first felt waking up in that damned academy. Even before the cloudiness of her eyes faded, she could sense it. Them. How could she not, with that rancid stench surrounding her from every angle and soaking into her bloodstream? Thankfully, though, fate had smiled down on her and blessed her with a landline, an angel whose mere presence could purify her of the surrounding filth and make her whole once more. You. :)

Obviously, she immediately decides that you two must be soulmates and her whole cognitive disorder is actually just a Wattpadesque way for the universe to show her who she should dedicate her entire life and being to! And that never-ending suffering she's been enduring her entire life? All of it was for your sake. After all, your sweet self can't see others for the rotten beings they truly are—a good thing, since you deserve better than to live in the same hell that she does—so it's up to her and her righteous eyes to protect you from those monsters and keep your purity intact.

You look so scared, poor thing... Don't worry, she's already on her way to comfort you! Honestly, her mind and heart are racing so hard over approaching you, momentarily worrying about if she'll be able to keep her cool enough to charm you. It's just that you're already so mesmerizing from afar; how could she possibly act normal when witnessing your divine beauty up close and personal? But then she relaxes at her mind's reminder of your soulmate bond. You two were made for each other, so she must be your type!

Right?

Charm - How does she first go about interacting with you? What kind of light does she try to paint herself in?

Like always, she starts out with her staple innocent, a bit awkward, but ultimately sweethearted pretty girl routine. It's what people seem to react best to, and she wants to make a good first impression! Especially with her knowledge that this persona of hers tends to make others let their guard down around her. More than anything, her biggest priority right now is to get you to trust and feel safe around her.

Acting too chipper right off the bat would probably put you off, huh... It's a real shame that, as she inches closer to your unassuming form, she has to try to force her giddy smile and blush away—even if the latter is already a lost cause. Oh well. You're probably too frazzled to even pay attention to a detail like that.

Once she finally calms herself down enough to approach you, she actually does a pretty dang good job at pretending to be a normal person who's just checking on you out of a very normal amount of concern for your well-being. You know, instead of a lovesick weirdo who's already fantasizing about spending the entirety of your lives together. She arches her brows at just the right angle. Leans in to you, but not too much. She even manages to keep her voice as clear and soft as possible for you, all in the name of being the comforting figure you clearly need in these hard times.

Now, you very well may be someone who responds super well to this kind of treatment. Maybe you're even someone who'd fall for her blatant codependency trap hook, line, and sinker, just like she's desperately hoping for you to. But for the sake of both torturing our lesbian queen and making for a more in-depth character study, let's say you don't respond well at all. You're cold with her, tell her to mind her business, and run off to lock yourself in your dorm room without even offering her a second glance. Then what?

Denial - How does she handle you rejecting her advances?

At first, not well.

She doesn't understand. Did she do something wrong and offend you somehow? No, that can't be right; she barely even said more than a couple of words before you lashed out at her. She just doesn't get it. It's so hard to think now that you're gone and she's stuck trapped here with all of these wretched monsters, no longer having your beautiful face or comforting scent here to drown them out.

Even worse, she can't just ditch the other members after the battle (one that she actually is willing to partake in this time, since it's for your sake) to go check up on you in your dorm room. No, she has to keep up appearances and go to the cafeteria instead. It's not like she even cares about the others' opinions of her, but... she cares about yours so, so much. And if she can become a reliable member of the team, maybe you'll see that and come to rely on her too. She just has to try her best and pray it works out.

Still, her mind's on you the entire time she's there, thinking of you. Imagining you. Wondering about you. You must be so scared right now, huddled in that cramped little space of yours all alone... Maybe that's why you rejected her so harshly earlier. You were just scared and didn't know any better, like a frightened cat hissing at its new owner. That's okay. She accepts who you are, even the rougher parts. That's why she's your soulmate, after all! Unlike those selfish creatures who have already forgotten about you by now, she's willing to put the work in to earn your trust.

Speaking of cats, don't people typically earn their trust with food? It's not like you'll be allowed to get much on your own, seeing as you didn't fight, so it's up to her to keep you well fed and healthy! And then, the more you see how much she cares about you, how willing she is to risk putting herself in harm's way to get you the proper nutrition you deserve, the more you'll open up to her.

So that's exactly what she starts doing. Every morning, afternoon, and night, she comes and brings you something to eat without fail. True, you were still a bit... prickly at first, but that's gone down drastically after a few days of this new routine of yours. You even smile at her sometimes! This cute, tiny little smile, like you're still too shy to fully express your thankfulness. It's beautiful. Truly beautiful.

But then you close the door on her, again and again. Why can't you just let her in? She can tell the isolation's getting to you. She can tell you want to talk more. But you don't. You never do.

Still, she's made a lot of progress using this method. If she can just pry your heart open a little bit more...

Empathy - And how she uses it against you

There is one more crucial detail about her persona and why she's so keen on using it that I left out earlier: it makes people pity her. Sure, not all the time, but she's more than aware of the amount of sympathy points a little hospital mention here and a silent tear there can get her. And when people feel bad for her, they change how they treat her. Things that normally would get someone yelled at instead garner frustrated sighs when she's the one doing it, or at most a little talking down to her as if she's too dumb to understand why what she did was wrong. As if they're smarter than her. Pathetic.

It's especially strong for this version of Eito because, well... she's a girl. People already look down on her anyway; over and over, others constantly treat her like she's weak and sensitive and dumb and incapable of understanding even the simplest of things, so... why not take advantage of that? Why not put on the ditzy airhead routine when it suits her if people force it on her even when it doesn't? It's the least she deserves for everything she's been through in her miserable life.

Of course, she isn't miserable anymore! Now that she has you in her life, she's got an actual purpose for her existence that isn't soaked in hatred and sorrow—and that's making you happy. She'll do anything and everything in pursuit of that goal. And if it takes guilt-tripping you a little bit to get there, then that's exactly what she'll do.

She waits until a day when you're particularly vulnerable. Maybe your yearning gaze lingers just a touch longer on her than usual when she shows up at your door, or maybe there's a hesitance in your voice when she bids you farewell, betraying how you don't really want her to leave just yet. And then she starts up the crocodile tears.

Has she been annoying you? She's so sorry, it's just that she's really worried about you and can't stand watching you suffer all alone like this... But, if you really hate her and want her to leave you alone from now on, she understands...

By the time you panic console her enough to get her to quit crying and apologizing so dang much, her feet have already crossed the barrier into your room. You don't even notice. Good. Now, all that's left is to steer the conversation in such a way that your guilt forces you to admit that you don't actually hate her, you're just scared and struggling to cope with the whole war situation. Then, you two can finally move past this phase of your relationship and into something much more tolerable!

Friendship - Now that she's successfully started worming her way into your heart, what's next? How does your dynamic change?

Clingy. So incredibly clingy. Hence why it was so important for her to get you to admit your true feelings toward her earlier! Now, she basically has a free pass to act super needy and affectionate with you, since you're either A—too worried about upsetting her again to push her away or B—still snappy, but in a way where both of you know that you don't really mean it.

That isn't to say she's annoying with her affection. Despite her very intense desire to stay by your side 24/7, she's also incredibly good at reading you and being able to toe the line between endearing and obnoxious, meaning she's never too much. Just... much.

This is a situation where Lesbeito reaaaalllyy takes advantage of the fact that you're both girls, especially when that's combined with her facade of knowing very little about social rules and how to correctly interact with others. She's the sort of person who constantly does things like ask inappropriately personal questions and bat her eyelashes at you so innocently that you feel too bad to call her out on it and just answer. It's not like she means to be so awkward, she just doesn't have much experience making friends because of her time in the hospital. So... you can forgive her for these little missteps, can't you?

You'll find that story of hers coming up a lot as justification for pretty much everything she does. That goes double for things she wants and is trying to push you into agreeing to. She's never been to a sleepover before, so you two should totally have one! You don't even need to worry about planning anything out; she'll take care of all that. And if she happens to accidentally make a lot of uh... interesting choices in the process, she can just play them off as honest mistakes. How was she supposed to know that the version of Truth or Dare she picked up had those kinds of cards in it? It's not like she was the one who wrote them.

…Even though she did. She used the Gift-O-Matic to create the base box set and then immediately swapped the cards out with ones of her own making. Weirdo.

Speaking of weird.

Grabby - Exactly what it sounds like

She has a serious problem with respecting your personal space, and just like mentioned in the prior section, it's made so so so much worse by the fact that you're the same gender. Every time you start trying to weasel your way out of her grasp or make a comment about how close she is to you, she always comes up with some sort of excuse. It's fine because you're both girls, right? She's seen plenty of friends act like this with each other (in her manga, which is definitely the same as real life mhm mhm). You're just trying to withdraw again like you did when you first got here... so really, she's being a good friend to you by not letting you hurt yourself like that!

Of course, all of that is total BS. She just wants to hug you really, really badly, and you don't initiate it as much as she wants you to

:(((((

So yeah. Whether you try to avoid it or not, you're eventually going to have to get used to the fact that she just will NOT stop grabbing and clinging onto you every chance she gets—and every chance she creates, which happens a lot. Girlie pop is not a particularly clumsy person on her own, but the minute you're around? Oh no, she's fallen (directly on top of you) and she can't get up!!! And of course, even once she does finally start making her way upright, she has to check that you're okay! Yes, she already knows that you are because she made sure to protect your head on the way down, but you don't know that. Yes, she could check you for injuries without straddling you the entire time, but you don't know that she knows that. So shhh. Just let it happen.

Her chipper attitude may not make this super obvious, but a huge portion of why she's like this is how it harms your ability to get close to others. You start glancing at someone you've been too friendly with lately, and she can tell you're planning on going up to them? Not anymore! She's already pulling you into her arms and yapping in your ear about something or another; anything that gets your attention works, really. All that matters is that your eyes are on her and only her.

H...Horny... ♥︎

You know how I mentioned her pulling you into her arms and talking to get your attention? Well, there's a bit more to her strategy than that. She doesn't use it too often for the sake of its effectiveness remaining intact over time, but uh. She likes to squish you right into her boobs.

See, no matter how hard you try to act like you aren't attracted to her, she pays way too much attention to you and your every little reaction to not realize that you're starting to reciprocate her feelings. But, since she's so consistent at playing up her socially inept persona, she can still get away with behaviors like that without giving away her true intentions; this way, you wind up feeling like you're the one who'd be making it weird if you pointed it out, not her. And you better fucking believe she uses this to her advantage.

She absolutely adores the way you get all worked up over seeing and touching those parts of her, and for several reasons.

The first is obvious; it means that you like her back! Even if you refuse to say it outright, the knowledge alone is more than enough to make her heart melt into a big sapphic puddle... and give her a huge ego boost. Not like she needed another one, but whatever. Each blush of yours that you so graciously bless her with is living proof that she's doing a good job. That she really is your soulmate like she always knew she was, a creation designed down to the last detail to fulfill all of your wants and needs.

The second one is about the cleansing effect it has. Your eyes, your skin, your everything—all of the particles that make up your body and soul are divine perfection. Others, on the other hand, are filthy. So filthy that, even when they're long gone, she can sometimes still feel the disgusting remains of their past interactions on her, their past attention she never asked for. When you're there, though... it feels like you're holy water washing over her and purifying her, making her clean again. It's heaven.

Of course, as much as she craves your attention, she loves giving you her own even more! What kind of (future) girlfriend would she be if she didn't make you feel loved and cared for? The only problem is that she has to be a little more subtle about it, given how you're still technically in the friendship stage. Lame!

Still, she manages to get away with so much horny shit that it's honestly impressive. It helps a lot that, due to the fact that she's never had anyone to feel these sorts of feelings for in the past, she's the type that can get riled up over literally any part of you. Right now, she's really zoned in on your waist area, since it's easy for her to get away with feeling you up there at the moment. Don't misunderstand, though. While she's willing to settle for just looking at/touching a few select parts of your body right now, she wants all of you so, so badly and will stop at nothing to admire you in your entirety.

Illness - About her "condition"...

Yeah, she still has to lie her ass off about having health issues to get away with retching at the sight of others. You help a lot, of course, but even then... sometimes, they get a bit too chummy with you for her liking. It's horrifying, honestly. The juxtaposition of your angelic self next to them really highlights just how disgusting they truly are, and then to see you get contaminated with their filth... Can you really blame her for nearly losing her breakfast at the sight of it?

Her feelings on having to lie to you specifically about it are mixed. On one hand—as much as she loves to act all innocent and clueless—she hates how unreliable it can make her look, especially during group meetings. On the other, though, it's truly adorable watching you fret over her whenever she has one of her episodes in your line of sight. You even sometimes take her by the hand and guide her back to her room! So she'd say it's a worthwhile tradeoff. She might even fake feeling sick from time to time just to get you to be all doting and sweet to her.

Now, if she actually gets sick, it's a whole other story. Poor thing literally tries to quarantine herself in her room in the name of keeping you safe and healthy. Did she stock up on food beforehand? Nope! But it's okay, because she can handle some cheeky starvation for a few days just fine knowing it's for your benefit. She did already fail you by letting herself get like this, so... she doesn't really deserve to see you right now, anyway. It's a fitting punishment in her mind.

If you somehow manage to force your way into caring for her, though, she has no choice but to accept it. Let's say that in this scenario, she fainted and you've been watching over her ever since she got carried to her bed. As much as she still wants to keep you safe, she's well aware that you've already been exposed to her germs by now, so kicking you out wouldn't exactly do either of you any good. In this case, you might see a vulnerable side of her—a real one, this time.

The pills you're trying to get her to take remind her so much of back then... but it's different now, because you're here. You're warm. You're safe. She leans into you after the whole ordeal, but it feels nothing like the forceful hugs she plans out so meticulously any other day. This time, it's soft and so terribly gentle, as if she's barely even there at all. And maybe she isn't. Maybe she's back in that damned hospital bed from all those years ago, imagining what it'd be like if she had met you sooner.

How wonderful that would've been. If only she were that fortunate.

Jealousy - What's she like when she's jealous? What brings out that side of her, and how does she cope when it happens?

She's exactly the same as she always is! Because there's never a goddamn moment in her life where she isn't at least a tiny bit jealous. It's worsened by the fact that you're into women, so she can't even let her guard down when you're interacting with another girl. Ugh.

If you're wondering if there are any limitations to what can make her jealous, the answer is absolutely fucking not. You see, most people have the basic understanding not to get pissy about things like friendships, parental bonds, etc. on the basis that they have no logical reason to. They understand that other people existing in your life is totally normal. Miss thing over here? She does NOT feel that way at all. Honestly, though, it's hard to blame her. All of these things people claim to be "normal" are things she's never experienced in her life—at least, not in any way that could help her empathize with your strange desire to talk to anyone who isn't her. So, she's kind of just stuck there endlessly seething over any ounce of affection you throw at anyone other than her.

How she behaves when such emotions arise within her is complicated and changes a lot as your relationship grows. In an ideal world, she could go straight to playing the openly clingy girlfriend role and whining tactlessly in your ear about wanting your attention every few seconds. But, unfortunately, she's still in the process of getting you warmed up to her, so that has to wait a little while.

...And by that I mean she tones it down by like. The most tiniest of fractions. She just can't help herself! She barely can tolerate just the presence of those disgusting monsters, so how could she possibly watch you get all buddy-buddy with one and act like everything's fine? She's lucky she can even keep up her goody two-shoes act at all, really. If it weren't for your beautiful face always managing to calm her down just before she risks losing it altogether and screaming at them to get away from you, then... the results wouldn't exactly be pretty. Which leads into our next topic!

Kill - Someone grab Darumi, cause it's killing game time!

Bitches be stabby.

Okay but for real, is this a surprise to anyone? Just because she loves you to death and is willing to defend humanity for the sake of your future together doesn't mean she's suddenly a saint. It just makes her a violent bastard in an entirely new way.

Don't get the impression that she's only a murder machine out of hatred or jealousy, though. Unlike her past self, there's actually a very genuine, sentimental aspect to this bloodshed; she wants to keep you safe. She needs to. You're the only reason she has to keep going, the only life in her light that makes this hellish warzone resemble something she could almost call home. It's only right that she does everything she can to protect you from all potential threats, no matter which side they're allied with.

Her first two kills play out almost exactly as they did in route 0. Sirei, while technically valuable to the mission in many ways, immediately wound up on her shitlist for daring to starve you (yes, she snuck you food anyway, but that doesn't make it any better). So what if you didn't fight? He shouldn't have tried forcing you to in the first place! Hiruko had to go for similar reasons, what with her threatening to kick out everyone who wasn't willing to fight after a set amount of days. That was a no-brainer.

(And also because she got jealous over your reaction to seeing Hiruko in a swimsuit, but she doesn't want to admit that.)

Thankfully for the rest of the squad, that's typically where her killing spree ends. She would love to eliminate everyone who tries getting closer to you, but that would be far too risky; there are only so many of them she can kill before it starts becoming a serious detriment to your survival chances, after all.

Lovesick - At what point does she decide to confess her feelings for you? How does that turn out?

She is NOT an exception to the lesbian relationships moving super fast stereotype. Girlie wants you two declaring your undying love for each other within the first month bare minimum of y'all knowing each other. Buuuuut if she really has to, she supposes she can wait an extra week or two. Maybe.

If I had to say what the tipping point ends up being, honestly, it's just when she can't handle waiting anymore. For how much she prides herself on self-discipline and being willing to do anything for the sake of her goals, she's just flat out not that patient in this regard. She loves you, and she can tell you love her too, so why make you both wait? You deserve so much better than constantly sitting there wondering if your feelings for her are returned, or shying away from her advances out of fear that you're somehow taking them the wrong way. So really, she's helping you! Mhm. Yup.

She's not entirely without a plan, of course. Probably about 10% of her average day before this fateful moment has been spent imagining how this would go down, so she's got plenty of ideas!

(If you're thinking "Hey, that's a pretty low number", that's because the other 90% is dedicated to every other fantasy she has about you. That or she's busy reminiscing on your past experiences together. Anyways.)

When she's ready to ask you out, you better fucking believe that you're about to be bombarded with the most sappy, cheesy, over-the-top confession speech you could ever receive. I'm talking so intense and prolonged that you may have to straight up just interrupt her and tell her that you like her back so your head doesn't explode from all the word vomiting. You also will probably have to grab a tissue/use your sleeve to help mop up the ocean of tears pouring out of her eyes. All of which are entirely real by the way, despite her history of crocodile tears. She just genuinely is so overwhelmed by her adoration for you that it sends her into a fit of hysterical sobs the moment she tries to express it all.

If you know what's best for you, you'll say you feel the same way. :)

It's not like you even have to reciprocate her intensity at all; the moment that the words "I like you too" fall from your lips, she's already too busy mashing her own pair onto them like a starving animal to pay attention to anything else. She can't help it! There are so many things she's been desperately yearning to do with you but couldn't before... Now that you're a couple, though, so much more is on the table. So yeah. Be prepared for the intensity of her acts of affection to skyrocket to unfathomable levels from this point on.

Menstruation - Yeah if the rest of this wasn't proof enough about how down bad I am for this chick, this certainly is. Sorry not sorry. ♥︎

Where do I even begin with this.

Let's start off with good ol' Lesbeito and her personal thoughts/experiences with periods. I have a funny feeling she's the type of chick who learned about them and immediately went "Absolutely not. Where's the anti-bleeding pills" and got on birth control the instant she could. Yes, she hates taking medicine and all, but have you seen her goddamn wardrobe? Miss thing canNOT stomach the constant anguish of potentially staining her pristine white clothing with yucky blood—even if it's her own.

With that said, she doesn't find yours gross at all! You'll probably wish she did, though, with how concerningly enthusiastic she gets about it. You can't even weasel your way out of the topic by saying you're shy about it or whatever, because she will immediately start retorting about how there's nothing to be ashamed of!!! Menstruating is perfectly normal and, really, something you should take pride in! Sure, there are some horrible people out there who act like periods are gross or unhygienic... but she's different. Unlike them, she loves and accepts every part of you. So trust her! And tell her every single detail about your cycle for uh. Research purposes.

As far as pampering goes, she is easily the best partner you could ever hope for. There isn't a single variable in which she hasn't prepped extensively for. Cramps? She's got just about every pain-relieving method that exists on the planet sprawled out across your bedroom floor, allowing you to choose whatever helps you most. Food cravings? Don't worry, she'll run to the cafeteria and grab anything you ask for in no time! Mood swings? Well, it's not like you being grouchy's ever stopped her from caring for you before.

It's almost unnerving how prepared she is when yours starts, honestly, but at that point you're too exhausted to think about it any harder. It's only much later that something strange occurs to you; you never actually told her your period started, so how the hell did she figure that out?

Simple. She smelled it. It's not even about the blood necessarily (although she certainly could smell that too). It's just... she knows your signature scent better than anyone else and always takes any chance she can get to get a good whiff of it. So, naturally, she picks up on any changes in said scent. Whether it's due to stress, sickness, or—as is the case here—hormonal changes, hiding anything about your physical health is literally impossible with her around. At least you don't have to worry about surprise blood stains in public?

Her excitement over your period stems from several different factors.

For one, she just plain old loves any situation in which you're vulnerable and reliant on her. The more helpless you are, the better! Same goes for the fact that you probably aren't willing to go out all that much or, at the very least, are more open to her running errands in your stead.

She also has a bit of a fascination with the physicality of it all. Most obviously, the blood. It is still true that she needs to be careful in order to avoid staining her clothes, but all of that disgust she normally feels over the fluid dissipates in your presence. Everything about it is so divine, so sacred; there's the ineffable, sweet scent of it that keeps wafting over and swirling with her senses, even with your products of choice trying their best to soak it up. And, of course, the sight of the blood itself...

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let you sleep in a little. Create a beautiful blemish in those thin bedsheets of yours and then, when you panic, reassure you that it's alright and she'll just run them through the laundry to wash it off. It would be so easy. You wouldn't even argue with her much, being too embarrassed and busy handling the rest of the blood to do anything but let her walk out, fabric in hand.

When blessed with a gift so divine, who in their right mind would do anything other than keep it for themself to cherish until the end of time?

The final one........... okay this is where I get really degenerate SORRY THIS IS WHAT THE HORNY WARNING WAS FOR SORRRYYYYYYYYY!!! Um... Have you seen that post/comment about how you can make a period end faster by orgasming five to six times in a row in the shower? Because she has, and by GOD is she going to use that to her advantage to get you to agree to the most unholy gorefest of a shower sex marathon you could possibly imagine.

Again, she's not one to give up easily, even if you get super shy about doing those kinds of things with her in that state at first. She loves you so so so so so much!!! And that means every part of you. All those worries and insecurities floating through your mind right now? Those are just the remnants of society shaming you for so long, telling you that a natural part of your body's being is something dirty that needs to be hidden. Don't listen to them.

Listen to her instead. Listen to the way she worships every inch of you. How her breath hits all the sensitive spots littering your skin just right, going up and up alongside the curvature of your neck before dropping aaaaall the way down. Watch as her eyes flicker with emotion after emotion, somehow still communicating more love than you've ever received from any other despite how preoccupied her tongue now is with lapping up your fluids. Feel her passion and devotion seeping into your core and building and building until it's too much and you can't take it anymore and—

Oh, look! That's the first one down. Now for the other five. :)

Nightmares - Does she have nightmares? How does she react to your own?

Yes yes and yes.

It's honestly the only thing that might turn her off from sleeping next to you, even with you two being a couple and already doing other, far more intimate things by this point. Don't get her wrong, she'll still happily do so! It's just that she probably is going to have a hard time actually falling asleep the first few nights, wondering if she'll fuck it up by jolting upright or screaming into your ear halfway through. Sad Lesbeito :(

The first time it happens, she mentally berates herself over it so hard. What right does she have to ruin your beauty sleep? Still, when you inevitably reach out and mumble some sweet words of concern into her ear, all of those racing thoughts melt away in an instant.

Everything's okay. You're here. You love her. So no matter what horrors lie outside of your bedroom walls, no matter what monsters crawl in the backside of her mind hidden by the shadows of night, she can rest easy with that knowledge and the comfort of your warmth.

On a happy note, the frequency of these goes down drastically the more and more you two sleep together. Proof that women are better than therapy!

Now, if you're the one getting nightmares, good lord are you gonna be babied so hard. And smothered. And every other synonym for doting on you that you can think of. It's honestly so dramatic and overdone that it often goes past the point of being sweet and ends up just being so obnoxiously cheesy that you can't even take it seriously. Then again... The never-ending reassurances do keep your mind off whatever happened in your dream in the end, so I guess it still works.

She's particularly sensitive to any nightmares you have about being hurt by someone. Maybe because those are the kind she can personally relate to the most. Either way, you wind up being forcefully cradled into her chest afterwards. She keeps whispering gentle consolations in your ear. There are so many that it's honestly hard to keep track, but her favorite mantras always seem to use the word "safe".

You're safe here. She'll never hurt you, and she'll never let anyone else hurt you. She can keep you safe.

She's the only one who can keep you safe.

Oasis - Regarding her feelings towards your living space...

As you may have picked up on from the inclusion of the last topic, you two have grown practically inseparable at this point in time, even to the degree of sleeping in the same bed every night—more specifically, yours. That's far from coincidental. While it is still true that she has a thing for all-white decor, the colors that you adorn your own living space with have become quite endearing to her. Everything about your room has, really. It's just so... you!!!

Naturally, she's wormed her way into sharing it with you so hard that it now essentially belongs to both of you. You don't even lock the door anymore, allowing her full access to it when you aren't around to let her in. How sweet of you <3

She thus takes it upon herself to occupy the room at any given chance. Whether it's helping you out by tidying up the place, snooping around to learn more about your interests, or simply burying herself in the sweet scent of your bedsheets, she's never short on things to do in there. Just be sure to avoid any trace of poor cleanliness/hygiene habits. Otherwise, you might find yourself getting gently scolded by her over it. She loves you too much to sit there and watch you let gross germs invade your shared safe haven, you know?

There is another potential issue she may have regarding the sanctity of your room, and that's other people. Simply put, they aren't allowed inside. Not that you'll ever hear those exact words fall out of her mouth; she can't bring herself to speak to you in too harsh of a tone. You'll still get the message, though. Or at least, if you don't, they will.

Ideally, all she has to do to give your unwelcome guest the cue to leave is sit there awkwardly on the edge of the bed, maybe throwing in some fidgeting or nervous glances here and there for good measure. But... not all of the SDU members have the social intelligence to pick up on her obvious discomfort, unfortunately. Some may even dare to cross their way inside her territory. Disgusting. If her vibes weren't palpably off already, now they're straight up murderous.

Thankfully, most potential intruders—even the ones inept enough to get in this situation in the first place—realize their mistake by this point and rush out the door. Any who don't? They won't live long enough to make this mistake another time. She'll make sure of it.

Her territorialness isn't just about not wanting you to spend alone time with others. It's also that she can't stomach the idea of this room, this one untouchable place filled with no one else's essence but yours, being tainted by such despicable monsters. Why should she?! After all this time of being forced to share public spaces with those beasts, she finally found her salvation in you. In everything about you. And they think they can just waltz right in and get their nauseating stench everywhere? Awful. Just awful.

She does a pretty good job of cleaning afterwards, but you still might find yourself being clung on to quite a bit. Just let her have this. Please.

Paraphernalia - Does she collect any items related to you? What kinds?

Absolutely! Honestly, it's hard to say exactly what items of yours she'd yoink for herself. Not because she has any level of respect for your personal belongings, but because she has so little that pretty much anything's on the table. The only exceptions would be items you'd genuinely miss or that are easier for her if she just lets them stay in your room.

Her favorites have got to be anything that has your scent on it. On the rare occasions where you're busy and she can't force her way into your bedroom, she's gotta have something to cuddle with! So she'll most likely wind up snagging one of your shirts/dresses for safekeeping in her own room. Thank goodness for the Gift-O-Matic allowing her to make a perfect copy of it; that way, you won't get the chance to be suspicious of the empty space that one hanger would've otherwise been left with.

Anything works, though, if she's being honest. Just knowing that it once belonged to you, that your precious fingers grazed upon it... That's more than enough to keep her satisfied.

Queerhood - Gender/sexuality-wise, how does she feel about both her identity and society's views on said identity?

Something universal to just about all Eitos is that their perspectives of gender and sexuality are always a bit different than everyone else's. You know, since it's kind of hard to care about what men or women are "supposed" to be when you've never even so much as seen the opposite gender correctly. Also hard to figure out what your sexual orientation is when there's no one around to even consider being attracted to in that way.

However, that's not to say Lesbeito's never held any beliefs on this topic. She loves loves loves the fact that she can use people being bigots as a way of boosting her ego. See, humans really are awful just as she thought! Unlike her, who's a super kind and wonderful person who'd never judge someone just for not fitting into normal societal standards.

So yeah. She's rather quick to adopt the lesbo title as soon as she falls in love with you. BE WHOO YOU AREEEEEE🏳️‍🌈

The gender thing's still a bit weird for her honestly, since her not being able to see any men correctly hasn't changed. The way I see it, she doesn't really have any negative feelings towards masculinity itself—she enjoys traditionally male clothing, for example—but she absolutely carries a lot of rage towards men and how the world always seems to favor them. Why do they get to go around acting however they please when she has to downplay herself, constantly making herself look smaller and meeker and stupid just so they don't feel threatened by her competence? It's ridiculous.

She very easily could end up using the existence of misogyny as a primary bonding tactic with you. Same with homophobia (or whatever else may affect you specifically). Even if you don't have particularly strong feelings on the topic yourself, it's just too tempting for her not to. All she has to do is make some snide comments here and there about whatever issues do hold some weight to you, and without even noticing it, you're already subconsciously starting to isolate yourself more and more from others.

It's really awful what you went through that one time... You didn't deserve to be treated like that. Don't worry! She's not like everyone else. She'll accept you, every part of you.

Aw, don't worry about wearing makeup or shaving or anything like that! You know, she's never understood why society tries to enforce such strict rules on what girls should look like in the first place. Oh well. At least you two can trust each other not to judge over silly things like that!

(And only each other.)

Religion - What are her religious beliefs? How does that affect her perception of you/your relationship?

My poor little Christian girl who's never set foot in a church...

Based off what we know of canon Eito, I do actually 100% believe that her religious ideologies are informed a lot by Christianity (or at least other related belief systems). Things like the whole chosen by God idea and how she's consistently used that as justification to murder "sinful" humans.

The only problem with her beliefs is that she originally thought she was chosen to destroy humanity. When you come into her life, though, she quickly realizes how off-base she was. No, her purpose for existing was never to end humanity; it was to protect it. Or at least, protect you.

Despite her shame over the misunderstanding, this doesn't magically turn her into a good or moral person, and it certainly doesn't make her reconsider killing other humans. If anything, it's the complete opposite. Her righteous eyes are meant to show her who's pure and who's evil, so clearly everyone else on the planet is a horrible sinner who deserve to die in the name of keeping you safe. Not at all an oversimplified way of viewing an entire species. Why would you say that?

It's super possible that she deems you yourself as God in a similar way to how CoT went down, however, I'm actually more inclined to say she'd think of you as something else. After all, it's a bit hard for her to logically believe that you're the same as the god who blessed her with her righteous eyes, seeing how you clearly don't know anything about that. Instead, she sees you as an angel. A holy being sent down just for her and her alone, beautiful and warm, yet so fragile that she must take on the responsibility of sheltering you from the dangers of this cruel world. It's her duty as your soulmate. Your servant. Whatever you want her to be.

Worship isn't anything new to her at this point in her life; she's already well acquainted with many acts of it—most notably prayer, which she does every single night without fail. Only now, it's a little different. She still likes to pray to God every night, but she also makes sure to do it to you as well. Not that you'll realize that's what's happening. To you, it just sounds like she's babbling on about her day and how much she loves you and all that other cheesy shit that she's already known for.

With all this in mind, it is admittedly really funny to imagine how she'd react to finding out that you're very uh... Not Pure like how she pictures a divine figure to be. Violent tendencies and other stuff that mirrors her own bullshit doesn't faze her (it only makes her more obsessed with you/secure in her belief that the way she behaves is correct and God's will), but... LMAO I'm losing my mind at the mental imagery of her asking you about your interests, expecting something on the cutesy, innocent side, only for you to pull a Darumi on her and start rambling about the most obscene, heinous shit she's never even heard of before.

She'll laugh nervously and let you talk about it as much as you please, but it's a toss-up whether she internally actually accepts it or not. It's entirely possible that she'll take on a "you've been corrupted by humanity" mindset and try to gently guide you into more "fitting" hobbies. But then again, if you really are that obsessed with that thing, what right does she have to try and change you?

Service - What kind of role does she like to take during intimacy? Anything specific she's into? ♥︎

Ultimately, what matters most to her during intimacy isn't the position she's in or the specific act you guys are doing; it's about if you're enjoying it. Otherwise, what's even the point? As a result, she tends to be pretty flexible. It also helps that she's rather skilled at analyzing your reactions to figure out the things you enjoy/are secretly interested in, but feel too embarrassed to admit out loud. She WILL figure out that one kink of yours you thought you'd never let slip till the day you die and capitalize on that shit!

How she behaves in turn depends a lot on your own actions. If you're someone who's shy about initiating and taking the lead, for example, she has absolutely zero problem with being the more proactive of the pair. That's kind of how she is anyway with physical stuff, so yeah. But if you're the dominant sort? It's admittedly a bit difficult for her to stomach at first, worrying about if she's putting her own pleasure over yours, but she can lean into that role just as happily. Especially if there's any praise involved. Say sweet things to her in bed and she'll fucking melt on the spot.

As far as specific acts... girl loves giving oral so so much. It's the perfect combination of all five senses and might make her climax just off the high of hearing your sweet moans rewarding her for doing a good job. Anything you like works, though!

Transgender - Exploring what it would be like if she, you, or both of you are trans! Specifically transfem to keep with the wlw train

Transfem Lesbeito is so cute to me oh my lord. I do think it's honestly rather unlikely that she'd have transitioned or even explored that aspect of her identity much before you too met, though. Being perceived as a guy comes with a lot of social perks. Transitioning? Not so much.

It's only once she meets you and sees that you're someone she can trust with her true self that she starts to really give weight to the whole thing. This is her first time actually connecting with another person, so it seems like a no-brainer to use your shared girlhood as another way to make your bond stronger! The chance to get closer to you more than makes up for any potential issues she might face in the future as a result.

From here, a lot plays out pretty much the exact same as if she were cis. The only notable change I can think of comes from the exact excuses she makes when worming her way into your daily life. She's never been friends with another girl before! There are so many things she wants to do with you. You won't reject her, right? You know, since you're the only one she trusts with her secret. You wouldn't abandon her and leave her all alone with no one to support and accept her for who she really is, right?

She accepts you unconditionally. That's why she knows that you'll do the same for her. She trusts you to with all of her heart, so please. Don't make her regret it.

Now onto if you're the one who's trans instead! As you can imagine, she still uses that knowledge to her advantage when getting close to you, but it's far less guilt-trippy and far more genuine supportiveness. Way to be a good ally, Lesbeito!

She absolutely adores the way you light up when she slips in gender-affirming language and makes an active effort to do so at every opportunity. Phrases of hers that easily could just be BS excuses, like her favorite "we're both girls" line, suddenly take on a whole new meaning. She wants you to feel comfortable being yourself around her. Anything she can say or do to help achieve that goal, she will.

Of course, she's more than fine with keeping that sort of talk private in the event that you're not out yet. It's something she actually grows quite fond of. Out of everyone you could've told that information to, you chose her. You trusted her. So when you're all alone together, wearing the clothes you can't doll yourself up in elsewhere, or blushing over the compliments she keeps giving you that you never hear from anyone else's lips... it feels special. Sacred, even. She wouldn't trade it for the world.

If you're both trans, it feeds into her soulmate delusion so, so, sooooo bad. What more proof could she possibly need that you're fated to be together?! It's so painfully obvious, it'd be silly to even think otherwise!

Her supportiveness is also tenfold here, since this version of her can actually understand on a personal level the issues you struggle with. 100% the type to share tips and tricks based on her own experiences. It's so fucking wholesome ugg... Might need to run to the dentist after this cause girlie is giving me cavities.

Unspoken - What topics does she avoid? What secrets does she keep?

For a woman so goddamn talkative, it'd be fair of you to assume that she'd spill just about every thought that crosses her mind. She can't, though. Trust me, she wants to let you know every wonderance of hers, ask you every question that her noggin conjures up... But then she'd blow her cover as an unhealthily obsessive, homicidal freakazoid. So she bites her tongue.

There's honestly probably more that she keeps from you than actually tells you—at least, tells you with complete accuracy. She still loves to work in stories of her childhood and the like, particularly ones revolving around her time in the hospital. She just has to conveniently leave out the fact that she blew the place up afterwards. Teehee.

You won't get many hints towards her true nature, either. I mean, she has been covering up her cognitive disorder for her whole life, so it'd be a bit of a problem if she couldn't keep her mouth sealed and excuses for her dry heaving episodes convincing. Still, her act isn't perfect. If you're observant enough, if you put all the puzzle pieces in just the right place...

You probably won't. But in the off chance you think you would, the next two sections might be of interest.

Violence - Would she take drastic measures to stop you from leaving? Is she willing to go so far as to hurt you?

Well, yes, but violence is a harsh word, isn't it? She seems to think so. It's not that she's hurting you; no, no, she's helping you—even if you're getting too worked up over the infuser aimed at your chest to notice that.

Please don't misunderstand. She hates that she has to do this too, but it's the only way she can protect this beautiful love you two share for each other! She knows that you still love her deep down. You're just scared because you're too sweet and innocent to get why she had to kill that person, and now you're getting yourself worked up over nothing. Just calm down. She'll make this quick, and soon enough, you'll be back to normal. Back to the way things were always meant to be.

As she watches your bloodied corpse get carried away for its automated revival, she collapses onto the ground. Now all she has to do is wait.

It really is a shame that you happened to get killed by a rogue invader that night. And right when the Revive-O-Matic was in the middle of getting repaired, too... Well, at least you're alive and well, albeit with the memories of your time at the academy vanished into thin air.

Don't worry. You still have plenty of time to make new memories with her!

Weakness - Okay, so she shanks your ass if you freak out over realizing the truth. But what if you don't react that way? What if you're understanding of her disorder/killings?

Oh my goodness... There's such a high chance that she would start sobbing on the spot, especially if you confront her with your observations in a sweet, tender sort of way. Wanted connection of any sort is already such a rarity to her that she was more than willing to accept spending the entirety of her life lying and keeping secrets for the sake of your love. For you to then realize the dark truths she's been trying to hide from you and still choose to accept her? It's almost unfathomable.

It's not a typical breaking down into tears and being super sad and vulnerable at first. She's actually smiling quite a lot—almost creepily so. It's one of the few times where she genuinely cannot retain a single ounce of her usual composure, even knowing how off-putting her face and borderline-manic laughter must be to you right now. Her words are weird too, spilling out of her with zero filters whatsoever.

She's so, so happy to hear you say you still love and support her! She knew you'd understand. You two really are soulmates—not that she ever doubted it, but you get what she means. This is perfect. Truly perfect. She loves you so, so, so much. And you love her too! Not just the act she puts on, but her true self that only your holy eyes have the right to witness.

It helps her case an awful lot that, unlike in canon, she actually can legitimately justify all (...?) of her actions up to that point to you. Sirei and Hiruko were threats to your safety, so you can hardly blame her for that. It's not like she's gone out of her way to hurt anyone she didn't have to!

Well, that's not true, but you don't have to know that. Some secrets are meant to be kept.

Only once the stars light up the night sky and you two are tucked into bed does her euphoria start to morph into true, heavy somberness. She messed up. All this effort to court you, to be the perfect partner you deserve, and you still ended up catching her in the web of lies she spun. You so easily could've turned your back on her for that... and yet you didn't. You chose to trust in her that her feelings for you are the real deal and not just another trick. You even let her crawl into the same bed as you, turning your back with the blind belief that she'd cuddle it into the warmth of her chest rather than stab it.

Tears soak into the bedsheets. Who knew that love could hurt in such a beautiful way?

Xylitol - What are some sweet things she does for your sake, specifically with no ulterior motives?

With how much talk there is in here of manipulation tactics and whatnot that she uses to get close to you, I think it's incredibly important to take a step back to remember that she is not some evil villainous mastermind who wants nothing more than to either see the world burn or keep you entrapped in her arms, far away from it. She is a girl whose only idea of how to love is desperately clinging onto the one person she has in this world with every method she knows from her past of lying and deceit in order to get what she wants. Her actions may often be crude or cruel, but her love is hopelessly genuine.

The validity of said statement really shines through in the acts of selflessness she puts herself through every day. Everyone else in this academy horrifies her, yet if it's to keep you safe, she's more than happy to work with them—even well beyond what's technically necessary. Strategy meetings with Hiruko (or any others alive in your current timeline who have useful input) become a regular occurrence. She gets in the habit of making everyone breakfast, even if the only opinion she cares about is your own. She'll even set up fun activities for you to do with another member of the SDU if you really want! As much as that's also in part due to her wanting them outside of your room, the fact that she's even willing to be so supportive is selfless enough to count.

The only problem with those is that, unless you know about her condition, the weight of a lot of those gestures may be lost on you. So here's a list of some that are so straightforward and over-the-top affectionate, there's no way you'd miss them.

First is confidence boosting! She can't stand it when you insult yourself or shy away from her compliments in that certain way that makes it clear you don't believe what she's saying. You of all people deserve to love yourself! So she puts in a lot of effort into getting you to do just that. Any part of yourself that you express low self-esteem with, she will compliment so consistently and fervently that eventually, the first thing you think of when the topic comes up is her sweet words.

This also goes for when you two are in group settings. Any time you clearly have an opinion that you want to express but are too nervous to, she leans over and gently starts asking questions. Do you want to share what you're thinking, or would you rather her say it? She'll support you either way and ensure you feel confident in expressing yourself and your ideas.

Second is support of your hobbies and interests. Even if she personally doesn't have any inclination towards that specific thing on her own, your enthusiasm is infectious. Infodumping is more than welcome! She almost treats you like a living audiobook sometimes, with how she'll not so subtly guide you towards talking about your interest while scooping you up in her arms. The main difference is that, in contrast to how an audiobook is very one-sided, she puts a ton of effort into being involved in the discussion. She wants you to feel like she actually cares about what you have to say, not just tolerates it.

And that leads in quite nicely to the third overly sweet thing she does, which is gift giving. You were rambling about that thing you like and mentioned a related item you never got your hands on? By next sunrise, she's already collected enough materials to dump into the Gift-O-Matic and give you what you accidentally asked for right then and there.

Thank goodness for her attire already being so modest. She wouldn't want your excitement to get tarnished by the gauze wrapped tightly underneath.

You - You don't look like a horrifying sack of rotting meat to her. Great! Why though.

I tend to leave this topic as a very "shut up and don't worry about it" thing with Eito x reader content for simplicity reasons, but!!! I have very much thought about it quite a lot!!!

One idea I find very appealing is that you're actually a species unique to Futurum that got snuck into the SDU as a way of sabotaging the mission. Not only would it make sense for her to like you for this reason—as Retsnom has shown, there are indeed certain Futuran lifeforms that aren't affected by their cognitive disorder—but it also allows for the possibility for you two to team up and kill humanity together. Hashtag couple goals!!!!!!!

If you'd like to stay as a human, though, there are still ways this could work out.

REAL QUICK UH SPOILERS FOR THE TRUTH ROUTE skip to the next section if that's a problemo xoxo

The most likely reason for her to fall for you comes from your time back on the Satellite when you all were being created/experimented on.

Since every member has designated purposes in mind when developing them (Hiruko having past fighting experience, Shouma's self-esteem issues making him a tank, etc.), it's entirely reasonable for you to have been created as a uniting factor. The only issue is, whether you're a potential leader or simply someone that'll be liked well enough by all of the SDU that you'd be capable of easing social tensions, they would have to give others a solid reason to like you so instinctually.

It's malpractice time! See, your role couldn't exactly be done properly off of just feeding you memories. It would be technically possible, but not reliable enough on its own to be worth making it your sole purpose. So, what if they just shot a teensy weensy lil dose of pheromone producers into your system? Nothing too big, just enough to give you that extra layer of good vibes they want for you... Or so they thought. In reality, that dosage they gave was juuuust the perfect amount to override our girl's cognitive disorder, yet not so overbearing that the effects make every single person fall head over heels for you like in CoT. Hooray!

This idea's particularly fitting if you find Lesbeito's jealousy and desire to be the only one close to you entertaining. She KNOWS that other girl has a crush on you, but you can't seem to get the hint!!! You keep playing off all their touching and obvious flirting as platonic since you're both girls and she's like NO!!!!!!!!!! Only I get to use that line grrrrrrr

>:(((((((( hiss hiss

Zealot - Our final stop before the end of this sapphic trainwreck of a post. Choo choo...

Is there any word more fitting to describe this woman?

The exact shape that her love and devotion to you takes can change drastically depending on the circumstances. Maybe she's the hopeless romantic in constant pursuit of anything and everything that'll score affection points from you, or maybe she's the ruthless killer dead set on removing any obstacles that get in the way of your future together. She can become the savior of humanity that guides them through a life of immoral parasitism, or the reaper who guides them to the afterlife, all with one decisive flick of her scythe.

No matter what path she ends up taking, there's only ever one true end goal, one word she craves being called more than any other that could possibly be bestowed upon her.

"What are you saying?! There's no way I'd like someone like her. Don't be ridiculous."

"Huh?" Darumi's eyes widen. "But you two are grade A shipping material! If I had my phone on me, I'd already have written, like, 50 chapters of RPF."

You aren't sure whether you should blush or cringe at her comment. Knowing her tastes, probably the latter. Still, you can't help but feel your cheeks start to go bright red.

"Th-that's not true at all! I would never go for someone as snobbish and conceited as her."

"Mhm, sure... I definitely buy that."

Despite the obvious sarcasm dripping off of her words, you huff and grow silent. It's easier to pretend like you won the argument than to keep trying to convince her of something both of you know damn well isn't even true. Eventually, you excuse yourself and make your way for a quick snack. You totally aren't hungry because you keep thinking of a certain someone's totally not adorable tomato mask. Nope.

Speak of the devil. The moment you set foot inside the cafeteria, you run into none other than Kurara herself. A wave of panic courses through you and tightens your vocal cords.

"Oh. It's you."

Really? That's all you could come up with? You didn't even sound cool, just plain old stupid. Oh well. Even if you did manage to blurt out something more cohesive, she'd probably just make one of her many snide remarks regarding your status and walk away like she usually does. Strangely enough, though, she hasn't said a word yet. She isn't even looking at you.

"Uh, Kurara?"

"Wh..." Her voice falters for a second, but only a second. "What makes you think you have the right to talk to me, you disgusting, pig-brained, good-for-nothing plebeian!"

On a usual day, this is where her barrage of insults would lead to you retorting back with the same level of vitriol, and then to an impromptu verbal battle until you both wore yourselves out and clocked out for the night to repeat the cycle at a later time. Not today. She takes a step closer to you, almost daring you to interrupt her next series of words. You don't take the bait and just stand there silently.

"I've had enough of your insolence. From now on, you aren't allowed to talk to me, touch me, or even look at me! Understand? Or is your brain so malnourished that you need me to say it again?"

You don't respond—not out of fear, but of pure disbelief at the sheer audacity she's putting on full display. If she notices the true meaning behind your scrunched-up face, she doesn't show it; she simply walks away without another word, leaving you reeling and lost in hazy thought. Did she seriously expect you to be able to not look at her again, even with the whole war thing going on?

-

Yup. She seriously expects you to fight for the rest of the remaining days without so much as a glance in her direction. A bit hard to do when you're literally right next to her during every battle.

"Who do you think you're looking at?!"

"An invader, dumbass!"

"Will you two knock it off, please?" Nozomi aims her weapon at an enemy that snuck behind the two of you mid-argument. Oops. "We need to stay focused."

"Sorry..."

You try your best to pull yourself together and ignore the people around you—Kurara, most obviously, but even Nozomi and Kyoshika are distracting you with their concerned glances. And now they're making eye contact with each other. Lovely. You've seen them pull that silent communication move enough times by now to know something's on their minds; still, hopefully they're reasonable enough to see that you can't possibly be the problem here. Right?

The final enemy goes down, and you all let out a collective sigh of relief. It's finally over. Thank God. You go to take your first step towards the academy, when—

"Ha! You're such a lowlife, you can't even walk without stumbling to the ground." Kurara's voice beams at you from up above. Meanwhile, you've got a mouthful of dirt to spit out before you can reply.

"You tripped me!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

"Oh my god..." And now even Takumi's noticing the increase in tomfoolery and getting involved. "I don't know what your guys' deal is, but we're in a warzone. Kurara, you can't be using your shovel on allies like that."

She groans but doesn't refute his claims, only crossing her arms over her chest before continuing onward. At least her going up ahead means you can walk without worrying about another dose of friendly fire. You all make your way up to the school's roof. The majority of the others waste no time in rushing over to their dorms—likely to crash for the rest of the night—but two straggle behind: Nozomi and Kyoshika. Thankfully, even after waiting anxiously in your room for several minutes, neither of them end up in front of your door. You rinse off and tuck yourself into the bed, praying for a good night's sleep.

-

"What are you two doing here so late? Can't a girl get some beauty sleep!"

They exchange a knowing glance before turning their eyes back towards Kurara. Nozomi is the first to speak up.

"I think you know what this is about. Look, no matter what's going on between you and them, we're here to support you. You're our friend. So please, just talk to us."

"Shut up! I don't know what part of La La Land your heads got stuck in, but nothing's 'going on' between us. Why would I care about the opinion of a snot-brained, bird-nosed commoner like them, anyway? Even insinuating such a thing is a crime worthy of the death penalty!"

"But Lady Kurara, don't you have a crush on them...?"

The room goes silent. Kyoshika attempts to comment on the matter further, only to stumble backwards as the force of a certain tomato head rams into her. Before either of them can collect themselves enough to stop her, Kurara's already burst through her door, leaving them to scramble behind.

"Stupid Nozomi, stupid Kurara!" A giant puff of hot air escaped from the mouth section of her mask. Her feet pound against the staircase over and over in violent harmony as she makes her way down them. "Stupid stupid stupid stupid... GAKU?!"

She tries to stop in place, but in a cruelly timed combination of the law of motion and gravity, all she manages to do is divebomb directly into the poor bloke—and probably give him a concussion on the way down. Gaku lifts his head.

"Ow, ow, ow... Hey, watch where you're going—wait, huh?"

He pauses. She pauses.

"Where's your mask—"

"Waaaaaaah!" Sure enough, the instant that oversized abomination flew off her head, she melted into a puddle of tears. He looks at her. And then, at the mask—more specifically, the crack going all the way down it. Great. Guess throwing it back on her head and dashing away was a no-go. Thankfully, a pair of familiar girls comes barreling down the stairs just in time to help take care of the mess in his stead.

"Lady Kurara! Your mask!" Kyoshika sprints over and tries in vain to slot the broken pieces together. Meanwhile, Nozomi kneels down and opens her arms for a warm embrace, cradling Kurara's sobbing face into her bosom.

The two simply sit there for a while. Maybe it was the maternal nature of the whole situation that got her sniffling to slow down, or maybe it was the funny noise Kyoshika belted out earlier when Sirei's nighttime alert blared through the speakers. Either way, after an embarrassing amount of minutes spent in that same position, Kurara finally manages to lift her head up and away from the other woman. Nozomi smiles down at her.

"You ready to talk now?"

-

Ding Dong Bing Bong

FUCK you hate that stupid sound so much. You feel like you've heard it a thousand times already... That can't be right, though. You're only supposed to be here for a hundred days total. There's no way they'd keep you here for longer than that, right?

With a heavy sigh, you force yourself out of bed. You also force yourself to forget the dream you had last night, or at least try to. It's kind of hard, though, when the doorbell is ringing like crazy in the exact same way it did in your dream. It couldn't be her... could it?

"Good morning."

"Oh. Good morning, Nozomi." You sigh. So it wasn't her after all. Not that you wanted it to be or anything. "What brings you here so early?"

"About that... Do you think you could head over to Kurara's room? She said she wants to talk to you about something."

"Huh?!" You take a step back before forcefully clearing your throat. "I mean, uh. Yeah. Sure. I can do that."

"Great. I'll see you around then."

Nozomi turns and leaves your room just as quickly as she entered it. Instinctively, you feel your hands reach up to cradle your overheating face—red, too, by the feel of it. Maybe even redder than Miss Tomato Head's gets when she's flustered. Your heart feels like it'll stop if you visit her right now... but it also feels like it'll do the same if you stay here and let the tension in your body build up...

Better now than later, when you'd have had the time to overthink this, you suppose. You take a few deep breaths, ensure your clothing's as it should be, and set foot outside.

-

You already weren't sure what to expect when knocking on Kurara's door, but you sure as hell weren't expecting to see this.

"Y-your mask... Um, do you need a minute to put it on?" The sight of her disgustingly cute face popping into view startles you so bad, you can't even remember to be a tsundere. Strangely, though, she seems rather calm—well, maybe not calm per se, but... different. Timid, yet still with her signature air of determination to remind you that she is indeed still the girl you know and admire. Her gaze meets yours.

"No, it's alright. I want to talk to you, not as a member of the Oosuzuki clan, but as me. Kurara. Please, come in."

You walk in without so much as a peep. Perhaps you're too stunned and cloudy-minded to make any snarky comments, or maybe just too scared of actually hurting her feelings this time around, seeing how she lacks the normal fire to argue back. Either way, she makes good use of that silence and starts to speak.

"I haven't been honest with you about my feelings. Today, I want to change that. I, Kurara Oosuzuki... I..." She inhales deeply. "I like you. I really, truly like you. This isn't—"

"H-hold on!" Your voice cracks from how frantically you rush into action, despite being far too frazzled to know what to even say. "But I thought you hated me because I'm a commoner?"

"No, not at all. That's just part of the persona I put on while wearing the mask. To be honest, I've always had a special place in my heart for you from the day we first met."

"What."

Your mind races back to your memories of your first time interacting with her and, more specifically, how patently unromantic they were. Just thinking about it was enough for your muscles to ache at the reminder of what went down that day. Namely, you. If she actually liked you back then, what'd she do all that punching and word vomit about you being a dirty peasant for? Why wasn't she more upfront about her feelings?

Hold on. Maybe you aren't exactly the person to judge her over that.

At your prolonged silence, she continues on. Her eyes start to water.

"Like I was saying, this isn't me asking you out. I already heard you say that you don't like me, so I'd rather not hear it again. Still, I wanted to get this off my chest."

"Um, about that. I, uh, I actually kind of maybe... like you too."

"What?! Don't you dare lie to me. I heard what you said to Darumi the other day."

"No, that wasn't—I didn't actually mean that. I was embarrassed, okay! You of all people should understand."

She blinks. For a while, her mouth moves up and down as if in anticipation of some future retort, but it only lasts for a few seconds before settling into stillness. And then she breaks out into a smile. The most beautiful, heartfelt smile you've ever seen.