it was such a boring answer though so eh

anonymous asked:

How would kashuu, hasebe, yamanbagiri and CCP react when they find out the saniwa was a famous idol or celebrity even though she tried so hard hiding it. Love your blog btw, the reactions and scenarios you make are on point ♥

Thank you so much anon, I worry especially since I’m not too confident in my writing of all the characters.

Sorry the answers are a bit boring but I feel since they don’t live in the modern day or any era where there was celebrity hype it wouldn’t mean too much to them.

• “Eh? No way.”
• He’s initially a bit surprised and he might ask for stories about your work before out of curiosity but it doesn’t change anything.

• “I apologise for prying, Aruji.”
• Since you tried keeping it a secret, he’s more horrified at not respecting that wish and learning about your identity then the fact you’re famous.

• “…I see. You can’t trust a copy like me with such information.”
• This poor ball of negativity assumes you just didn’t trust him or feel you could rely on him since you were hiding it.

• “Amazing! What a talented and cool master I’m lucky to have!”
• He’s just impressed?? He thinks that you’re skillful and admirable and is probably confused you tried hiding it. He’d want to see all your performances. Part of it is just him wanting to flatter you honestly.

Chapter 2: Change of Plans.


I huffed in annoyance as I received a text from Raye telling me that she wasn’t going to the store for me. I let her ass move in with me, it’s the least she could fucking do.

Smirking, I went through my gallery and clicked on her favorite picture, and sent it to her.

Me: how could you say no to this face :/ ?

Suh😍😘😜😫😇👊👍👫❤: fine. cant believe im doing this cuz you treat me like shit but k.

I rose an eyebrow as I read the ‘treat me like shit’ part, but I just brushed it off. That’s her sensitive ass that’s always in her feelings, and don’t know how to put her foot down. Nobody told her to be a punk. Not trying to sound like an asshole, but damn.

I shook my head, and went down the stairs, because Raye should be here any minute. The store is literally right around the corner. I just didn’t feel like doing anything.

“Here’s your stuff, Raymond.” Raye huffed, throwing my bag of snacks at me. I scrunched up my face, and threw it back.

“The fuck, Raye? Why you got an attitude for?” She rolled her eyes, and sat down unnecessarily hard. Fuck is her problem?

“It’s not—” She was cut off by my girl Cassie coming out of the kitchen, and speaking.

“Raymond why you even wasting your time? She never tells you what’s wrong with her ass, so why ask?” She asked with a mug on her face.

Raye shot her head my way, and looked at me with her eyes widened. “Why is she here?” She whispered.

“Raye, she is my girl…” I whispered back. They could never get along.

“What y’all whispering about?” Cassie asked, wrapping her arms around my torso.

“Nothing.” Raye mumbled, causing me to shake my head.

“Yea, that’s what I thought. I’m gonna go babe.” She said, kissing me on my cheek before leaving. I looked over at Raye, and caught her staring at me with disappointment in her eyes. Fuck she disappointed for?

“What?” I asked, just as she got up and grabbed her purse.

“I’m leaving. I don’t feel safe here at all. You don’t take up for me or protect me, so why am I staying here?”

 I grew silent, I had nothing to say. She was right. “I’m sorr— ” I managed to say, but got cut off by the door slamming.

I looked towards the door, and realized that she had left. I ran my hands over my face, and sighed. Now she’s making me feel like shit.


“Ty stop, I just washed my hair!” Nae complained, making me suck my teeth. She always complaining about her damn hair. She don’t see me complaining about my hairline.

We were suppose to be at school in like half ass an hour, but my mom asked us to make these cupcakes for her while she got ready for work. And to be honest, I didn’t know how to make this shit, so I was just playing with it. “Hand me that.” Nae said, pointing to the icing pens. I did just that, and stared at her while she designed the cupcakes.

“Stop staring at me..” She mumbled, just as her dimples started deepening, causing me to smile.

“You cute a—” I was cut off by knocking on the door.

“I’ll get it, I’m finished anyways.” I shrugged, as Nae washed her hands and took of her apron, before answering the door.

“Oh my God, are you okay?!?” Nae half yelled. I rose an eyebrow, and walked into the living room to see Raye with puffy red eyes.

“Yo, what happened?” I asked, grabbing her hand, letting her know that she could tell me anything.

“I need some where to stay. Raymond and I got into an argument, and I don’t feel safe around him at all.” I sighed, and ran my hands over my face. That nigga Raymond did act like he didn’t care about her. I wouldn’t blame her for not feeling safe. He let’s anybody talk to, and handle her any kind of way, and that’s real fucked up. Me and Cameron tells this nigga to start treating her better, but he never listens.

You could stay with me probably, but I’d have to ask my mom.” Nae said , causing me to smile. She had a big heart, which made me love her even more. She was nice to everyone.

“Really?! Thank you so much!” Raye squealed, as she wiped her tears.

“Your welcome sweetie, and um Ty we only have like 15 minutes, so I’ll be in the car.” I nodded, and made my way upstairs.

“Ma, we leaving!” I yelled, as I knocked on my mom’s door. “Ok!’ She yelled back. I was about to walk in, and hug her, but my phone started ringing. Without looking at caller id, I answered it.

"Yo, what you doing?” I ain’t Even have to look at my phone, I already knew it was Chris’ bored ass.

“Nothing, about to take Nae and Raye to school.” I hear him suck his teeth.

“Raye? Eh, why you hanging with her?” I chuckled, and shook my head.

“Cause she needs a friend man. You and Raymond be treating her so wrong, like the fuck is up with yall?” I admitted, casuing him to huff in annoyance.

“Whatever man, maybe I wouldn’t be mean if that bitch wasn’t so fucking weak. Meet me at school though.”

“Alright bye.”

“Toodles!” He said hanging up quick as hell, before I could get on his ass. That nigga gay as fuck.

That’s my nigga though.


Making my way into my last class of the day, I rolled my eyes as I saw Chris sitting my seat. I wasn’t even about to fuck with him today. Let me just sit in the front, and mind my business.

“There her bitch ass go right there..” I heard him mumble in the back, making my blood boil. Why is he worried about me?

Trying to ignore whatever the hell he was talking about, my eyes landed on one of Chris’ other friend’s enter the classroom. His name was August, I think. A smile plastered across my face as I felt the desk behind me shift.

“Wassup?” I heard him say, causing me to turn around in my desk.

“Hi.” I chuckled nervously, causing him to smile.

“What’s ya  name?” He asked with an accent, making me go crazy inside.

“Raye, and you?”

“August, but what you up to after this class?” He asked, making me think about what I had to do. I had to go get my stuff from Raymond’s house, but I guess he could help me.

“Packing, wanna help?” I asked with a big grin, hoping he would say yes.

“Yea, I’ll help.” He chuckled. Just when I was about to respond, the teacher walked in.

“Okay class, let’s discuss this new project that you all are going to be doing. You and the partner that I will be assigning you will write an essay on the way you feel about high school.” He stated.

Really? I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to read mines, because we all know what my essay would be about. Then why the hell do we need a partner for that?

“Raye Lovins and Christopher Brown.” The teacher called out, and I almost chocked on my drink.

“No, no, no Mr. Jackson. Please pair me up with someone else.” I begged.

“Sorry Raye.” He shrugged, sitting back in his desk. I sank low in my desk, and a frown plastered across my face. I wanted to cry. Mr. Jackson knew I didn’t like Chris, he did this shit on purpose. Do people not care that I’m getting bullied?

Finally, the bell rang and I tried to get out of my seat, but Chris stopped me.

“I’m bout to come to your house, aight?” He stated, making me frown again. I hope he goes easy on me.

“But I don’t stay th—” He cut me off.

“Look, just be at the fucking house, okay?!” I nodded, and grabbed my purse.

“What’s up with him?” August chuckled. I guess he was the only one that didn’t know Chris was a fucking bully. I’m not telling him either.

“He’s always like that towards me, but hey.. Yo gottta come some other time.” He nodded, grabbed his stuff and left.

I huffed when I realized Chris was my only way home. Hopefully, he’s still here or I would have to call Raymond.

Rushing outside of the school, I spotted Chris trying to get a girl’s number on the bench. If only she knew how mean he was.

 Walking up to them, I softly tapped him on the back, for him to turn around. When he did, his smile turned into a frown. ”The fuck you want?” He whispered, making me sigh.

“Could you please take me home?” I asked, nicely. He mugged me, and quickly shook his head no.

“Nah, fuck outta here. Not taking yo’ weak ass no where with me.” He barked, making my frown. My house is down the fucking street.

“Chris, please!” I begged. He sucked his teeth, and grabbed his keys out of his pocket.

“Come on, damn. You get on my fucking nerves. Had to turn down some pussy for your fuck ass.” He huffed, walking away to his car. I didn’t need to know that.

When I reached the car, he was already in it. I was going for the back seat, so he couldn’t mess with me, but he caught on.

“Nope, get ya bitch ass in the front. You wanted me to take you home so bad.” I sucked my teeth, and got in the front seat, slamming the door afterwards. I mentally cursed myself out for that.

“Don’t be slamming my fucking doors yo!” He said, muffing my head. I huffed unnecessarily loud, and slid down in my seat.

“Can you leave me alone for once?!” I half yelled.

“Nope.” He smirked, before taking off down the street.


Two shoves, and three thigh punches later, we were in Raymond’s driveway.

Immediately, I opened the car door and ran up to my room. I hope Chris leaves. Seeing that my room was already empty, I rose an eyebrow. Everything was already in boxes, so this nigga must wanted me to leave.

“What you in here doing?” Chris busted in my room. He was smacking on something like crazy, annoying me even more.

“Minding my fucking business.” I spat on accident. Shit. Shit. Shit. A couple of seconds later, I heard his footsteps getting closer, than he yanked me up by my arm.

“I done told yo ass to stop fucking talking to me like I’m crazy Raye.” He said, as his grip on my arm got even tighter.

“Ok, please let go!” I cried. He’s fucking heavy handed.

“Damn Raye, quit being a fucking punk!” Raymond said as he walked by the room. My mouth hung open, and I shook my head. He still knew about this, and didn’t do anything to help. Chris’ chuckles broke me out of my thoughts.

“Damn your own brother won’t even help you out.” He said, laughing in my face. A tear ran down my face, and I quickly wiped it. How could he laugh at that? That wasn’t funny. Then he’s not making it any better by rubbing it in my face.

“Can we just start on the project, please?” I asked, wiping my face with my shirt.

“Oh yea, that is why I’m here.” He cackled. Looking over at my desk, he snatched the package of paper and ripped it open.

After grabbing two pens, he handed me one and a couple of sheets of paper. I went over to my bed, and sat down, thinking about what I would write. I’m writing the fucking truth. Hopefully Chris won’t read it.

I was brought out of my thoughts, when I felt the bed shift behind me. A couple of seconds later, I felt Chris’ breath on my neck, and his foot ended up on my thigh. I rolled my eyes, and walked to the other side of the room, only to receive a groan from him. This is going to be a long day.


I rolled my eyes as Raye got up and went to the other side of her room. She was so fucking scary. For what? That scary and weak shit is annoying as hell. She pretty and shit, but nah man. Maybe she’ll stop of I leave her the fuck alone.

“Finished.” I heard Raye mumble to herself. I looked over at her, and spoke.

“Let me read it, please?” I asked, trying to be nice to her sensitive ass.

“Um, I-I don’t th— ” I cut her off by smacking my teeth.

Walking over to where she was, I snatched the paper out of her hands, and began to read it.

“Hi, I am Raye Lovins. A victim of the biggest bully of them all. Christopher Mean Ass Brown. This guy had bullied and tortued me since 9th grade and he still is. I hate him with a passion. I wish he would just fuck off sometimes. Sometimes I wanna shoot him in the fucking face, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try, he always ends up winning. So clap everyone. The biggest bully trophy goes to Christopher. But you get more than a trophy! You get to bully me more and more, because guess what? Nobody does anything about it! So obviously, my high school experience has been a nightmare everyone, because of this monster Christopher Brown.” I read.

As soon as I finished, I balled it up, and looked down at her. She refused to look up.

I chuckled, and stood in front of her.


Here I go thinking about being nice to her bitch ass, and she goes and writes this bullshit. Fuck her.

“Answer me, Raye!” I yelled again, making her stand up. She looked scared as hell, making me chuckle.

“No, I wrote it because it was tru—” She cried, but I cut her off.

“Ion give a fuck! Here I thinking about being nice to you, and you fucking write this?!” I yelled, throwing the balled paper at her.

“You better fucking run..” I warned, and she looked at me like I was confused.


I pulled up to Raymond ’s driveway, and spotted Chris’ car next to mine. Grabbing my purse and keys, I hopped out of the car, and went to unlock the front door.

As soon as I opened it, I heard yelling and crying upstairs. Furrowing my eyebrows together, I walked to the kitchen and saw Raymond sitting on the cabinet. I sucked my teeth and pushed him down.

“Ow, goddamn! What?” He complained. I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t hear that shit upstairs Raymond ?!” I yelled. He nodded and shrugged. This nigga is a fucking dick towards Raye. That was his fucking sister. I know I was mean to her too, but that’s his fucking sister. He likes her, I don’t. Either way, no brother should treat their sister like that. That’s probably Chris up there.

“Raymond go fucking help her!” I said, punching him in the chest. He pushed me away, and walked off.

“You go do it!” He yelled as he left out of the house. I huffed, and dragged myself up the stairs, as everything got louder. Glasses was being broken and everything.

“Chris please stop!” I heard Raye beg. Then, seconds later I heard a loud thud. I couldn’t listen to this anymore. I used to be bullied too.

Bursting through the door, I looked over at Raye rubbing her head in the corner, wincing in pain. I looked over at Chris about to come over to her, but I quickly got in front of him.

“Raye go home..” I sighed. As soon as she passed by us, Chris tried to go for her, but I quickly pushed him back. Once I heard the front door slam, I pushed him down on the bed.

“What the fuck Chris?!” I yelled, and he picked up a balled piece of paper.

“Look at what the fuck she wrote about me!” I snatched the paper out of his hand, and read it. Okay, it was mean, but it was true.

“Chris it’s true, you cant get mad. This is what you’ve done to her. You’re a bully. You need to stop.” He sucked his teeth, and sat beside me.

“No, she needs to stop being so fucking weak!” I huffed, and turned to face him.

“Have you ever thought about why she was weak?!” He looked up at me and shrugged.

“No, why is she?”

“That’s her place to tell you. But Chris, how could you keep doing this and you’re sister killed herself from being bullied, you’re so fucking dumb!”

“Yo, don’t even bring that shit up Cassie!” He screamed at me, standing up.

“It’s the truth! You’re sick, how could you do Raye like that?”

“You aint no prize either, you just as mean as I am, so fuck outta’ here. I’m leaving.” He stated storming out of the room.

He needs to fucking stop, before Raye does the same thing his sister did.