I just returned from my vacation, and was COMPLETELY stoked to see my Jinroh deck had arrived WAY before the allotted deliver time! I’m a little late to this train but I thought I’d post a couple of (shitty) pics of what came in the box. I so wish I had a scanner and a better camera, but what can you do? Tbh, I have no fucking clue how to play, but the art is mesmerizing (especially of Mephisto because I’m a slut for official Mephisto art…)
Top two: Full deck and box
Below top two: Hero’s
Three across: Villains, Neutrals, ref cards, instruction booklet, and a little card from Kato-sensei!
Bottom four: Close up shots of the front and back of ref cards, close up of instruction book, and the page explaining Mephisto’s card (the fuckin’ diva got a whole page to himself).
Takao always figured that getting sick when your mom was a
nurse had its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, he was always
taken care of quite nicely. On the other hand, she always made it seem like it
was a personal affront to her honor when he caught a cold.
“Did you remember to wash your hands?”
“Yes, mom,” Takao says in between coughs.
“You take your vitamins, don’t you? Did you stand near
someone with a cold?”
“No, but I was licking pigeons the other day, you don’t
think that had something to do with it, do you?”
“No need to be sarcastic, Kazu-chan, I’m just wondering how
this happened. I’ll make you some soup.”
His mom never hovered when Takao was sick, and now that he’s
older she mostly leaves him to his own devices because she still has to work.
Which is not really a problem, except that sometimes he feels lonely.
Ok, fine, usually he feels lonely. He hates it, but
whenever he’s sick he feels especially needy. He tosses and turns in his bed
feeling wretched and miserable and pathetic.
Being sick is the worst.
“This was very careless of you, Takao.”
Takao blinks at the apparition standing over his bed.
He thinks, perhaps, that he’s dreaming. He’s not sure why
else Midorima would be here, frowning at him in his disgruntled and gloriously
“I have brought your homework,” Midorima says. “Also, you
should have taken better care of yourself. Do you wash your hands regularly?”
Well, it certainly sounds like Midorima. And also
like his mother, and Jesus Christ, that is not a comparison Takao ever
wants to make again.
“Shin-chaaaan,” Takao whines. “Your adorable and beloved
boyfriend is sick. That means you have to be nice. And spoil me. And take care
He’s not sure what exactly he expects—Midorima is not the
most demonstrative of boyfriends—but he is rather pleased when Midorima pushes
up his glasses and says, “Very well.”
Midorima is very efficient with his care, and Takao dimly
remembers that the other boy is studying to be a doctor. He monitors Takao’s
temperature, makes sure he drinks a lot of water, and administers the next
dosage of medicine in a timely fashion.
When he’s finished, he sits in Takao’s room, and begins
“You can do that at your house,” Takao mumbles.
“I am fine where I am,” Midorima says curtly.
Midorima eats dinner in Takao’s room when Takao is too tired
to get out of his bed to eat his soup.
It’s…nice having him around, but strangely
off-putting. “Shin-chan, you don’t need to stay,” Takao says, when Midorima
makes no indication he’s planning on leaving after finishing his meal.
“I know that,” Midorima says.
Takao wakes and sees Midorima’s silhouette at his bedside,
draped in shadows. It’s clearly the middle of the night, and Midorima sits
there, fully alert, staring off at the window.
“Shin—?” Takao can’t
fully croak out the words, and he’s pretty sure he must still be dreaming,
because there’s no reason for Midorima to still be here.
“Go back to sleep, Takao,” Midorima says, and his voice is a
strange mixture of stern and gentle.
“I don’t need as much sleep as you,” Midorima explains,
understanding Takao’s unfinished question. “I was designed to go up to a week
without sleep, if need be.”
Takao still feels drowsy and heavy with sleep. Midorima
reaches over and takes Takao’s hand in his and this surely can’t be real
because Midorima almost never initiates contact. But his hand is warm against
his, and tight too, like Midorima is scared to let go.
“Shin-chan,” Takao says, fully awake now, and almost a
little frightened by Midorima’s gravity. In the darkness, reality feels just a
little bit altered, and Midorima is acting so strange Takao thinks there must
be something deeper going on. Maybe even something dangerous.
Midorima bends down to place his forehead against Takao’s.
“Please get better soon, Takao,” Midorima says, his voice low and hoarse and
desperate. “I don’t like seeing you like this. I hate that you’re so
vulnerable. I hate that you break so easy, I hate—”
It’s just a cold, Takao wants to say. If he was
healthier, he’d laugh it off (but, of course, if he was healthier he wouldn’t
be in this situation). He would laugh and maybe slap Midorima on the back and
tell him he’s being silly.
But everything seems so different, now in the dark.
“OK, Shin-chan,” Takao whispers. “I’ll get better.”
“Good,” Takao says, but he doesn’t pull away.
A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon-friends! Sick Takao seemed like a popular request so I ran with it =D
Hilarity in the original eraser stamp making session:
Jun’s: “This Year’s Me” makes me happy with the purple and pink (which I’m blatantly interpreting as subtle RED okay?)
Sho’s: “I’m back” elicits screams of terror?laughter? intense reaction from the audience. Really, Sho?
Masaki’s: his two-pronged approach creates “Please take good care of me Nittere-san” Nandarou-kun (Jun clarifies that “It IS a bird right?”) and “Riddled-with-Injuries Masaki” stamps. Aiba-chan~ gambare~
Kazu’s:His initial confidence in presenting his own creation… only leads to his own embarrassed laugh?
Satoshi’s:His “Stylishly Suspicious Person” serves to tickle everyone, and especially Jun who asks if it’s actually Johnny-san. After trying to hide his creation, he fails to convince that it’s “just a suspicious character” when Kazu outs him for calling his own company president “a suspicious character”.