Me: Hey guys! I know it's been awhile since I last added a one-shot to this collection but I finally got a request and henceforth - I shall start writing again! XD Hooray! Anyhow, I do not own any of the characters except the OCs. Also, I'm going to be revamping Tezuka's and Shizuru's. I kinda thought it needed more spice so - prepare for better story!

SengokuXMomo: Lucky to Be Yours

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Sengoku walked along with Momo as they made their way towards the restaurant. The Shinigami rubbed her hands together as she glanced at other women glancing at Sengoku. Fair enough, the orange haired boy jovially waved back at them. She had grown used to it; his constant friendliness. His smiles were different; she could tell. Despite being the cousin of a statue, Momo knew how his smiles could speak for himself. Momo chuckled inwardly when she found the other girls shying away when they saw her.

"You know Momo," Sengoku grinned goofily, wrapping his arm around her. "You're really different."

Momo sighed dejectedly; trust him to pull off a pick-up line like that. "Yes but in magnetism - two different things attract. It's usually what explains how people call sense how the other feels."

Sengoku smiled before stepping in front of her to face her. "Ne, Momo-chan - we're not too different, are we?"

Momo flicked his forehead with a reassuring grin. "If we were too different, we would have been like Atobe and Ayane."

Sengoku held her hand while continuing to walk her to the restaurant. Momo smiled inwardly to herself once again as she continued walking on. She knew they were different and they've been living in the same apartment for a long time now. She glanced at her finger where her engagement ring glistened. She remembered how the Sanada family took it and boy, did they want her to break up with him. With a little help from her friends and a cousin, Momo managed to maintain her relationship. However, the Sanada clan warned her before she left.

"Just remember - these things don't last forever. You guys have no point of commonality."

Yes, we don't have that. But in difference - we find commonality. In that same commonality, we find perfection.

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RING. RING.

"Agh," Momo groaned before turning around in her bed to slap the alarm clock. "Stop ringing."

As the clock died, Momo found herself staring out the window of the condominium. She brushed away the sweat from her body as she let out an annoyed sigh. A pounding headache throbbed against her skull as she slowly moved off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. The former Shinigami let the water run for a few moments as she stared into the mirror. She winced slightly at the cold marble that bit into her feet however when she looked up a pair of dark eye-bags met her.

"Good Lord, I thought I have been sleeping better lately," Momo stepped out of the shower and began washing her face, sighing deeply. "Hm?"

After a hot shower, she threw water into her face until something else stared back at her. Instead of her reflection, she saw an image of herself in a traditional geisha outfit before giving her a ghastly and maniacal smile.

"Ah," Horrified, Momo staggered back before fruitlessly throwing medicine bottle at the mirror.

The bottle shattered as she fell onto the ground. Where had that come from? She shook her head until the door swung open revealing Sengoku in shock.

"Momo, are you okay, what happened," Sengoku lost all his cheerfulness and went straight to serious.

Momo smiled weakly, fixing her baggy shirt. "Just something I saw. The fog must've made something..."

Sengoku stared at her inquisitively before going back to his huge goofy grin. "Well, don't worry about it! You have me remember? Lucky~, you're wearing my shirt!"

Momo, casting her eyes downward, fingered the Yamabuki jersey with a slight blush. Ever since they had moved in together, their tennis jerseys became more of their pyjamas back at their apartment. However, the Shinigami smiled at the green and white colours until Sengoku suddenly swooped down and carried her bridal style to the bed.

"H-Hey, what are you doing," Momo struggled to get a good balance in his arms, blushing intensely. "Put me down!"

"No," Sengoku impishly grinned before placing her on the bed before clumsily stumbling about. "Doesn't a husband have to do everything to make his wife feel better? Stop moving, Momo-ah!"

Soon, the two collapsed onto the bed with Sengoku right on top of her with his hands propping his body to stay above her. Momo sighed deeply to herself as she found herself back on the bed with soaking wet hair. They stared at each other for a moment before she suddenly started giggling. Sengoku grinned impishly before rolling onto the bed before lying next to her and snuggling closely to his Shinigami. He wrapped his arms around her while prompting her to curl her body against his toned ones.

"You were always so strong, Momo," Sengoku whispered before drifting off to sleep. "But it helps to have a little luck by your side..."

Momo blinked several times as he suddenly begansnoring quietly. A small sigh escaped her lips as she moved a bit closer to him. Momo wanted to drag herself out of bed but her body refused to comply while she glanced at the sleeping former vice captain of Yamabuki. His orange curls fell freely on his face as the Shinigami started tousling around with it. Soon, she shifted her body a bit to ease herself comfortably against her fiancée's body. She could feel him nuzzling the top of her purple hair before he lowered himself to whisper.

"Good morning, Shinigami-chan," Sengoku whispered with his goofy grin before he inhaled deeply. "I never liked missing greeting you in the morning. Lucky~, I got to smell fresh coffee in the morning..."

Momo rolled her eyes before sitting up and fixing her hair. "That's because you bought me hazelnut scented shampoo. I have no idea where you found that but if it gets you up, I'm fine with it. Besides, I was already awake and so were you."

Sengoku nuzzled her again with a pout. "Aww but you were so stressed early in the morning. That doesn't sound like a good morning."

Momo laughed softly while casting her eyes towards the sun. A sad bittersweet smile curved up her lips as she looked at the photos sitting next to her bedside table. In the first frame, the picture of her and Nanako when she had newly been added to the regulars - both of them were smiling happily as they held their doubles trophy for MVP. Despite constantly promising herself she would forget the past, Momo found herself returning back to the very storage room where she had placed all her old school memories. In the middle frame, she had the picture of the middle school team when they had won the Nationals. Shizuru smiled genuinely with Mai putting up a 'v' sign while holding onto the trophy. Hitomi and she held a more patented smile while Isane got glomped by both Haruka and Rin for being the tallest among them. Kiyone and Ayane cried tears of joy while the banner of Hyotei billowed behind them.

"How long has it been, nine years," Momo chuckled deeply to herself before casting her gaze towards her orange haired fiancée, shaking her head. "Sengoku, you're going to break your neck with the way you're about to pounce."

Sengoku pouted impishly, draping his arms over the Shinigami. "Even after all this time you don't call me by my first name?"

"I told you why I can't do that just yet," Momo bit her lower lip before gently tracing Sengoku's arm.

Sengoku frowned a bit before sitting beside her. "You said it yourself, Momo. You're free. There's nothing left to hold you back..."

Momo remained completely silent while looking at the photo of her family. Much to her surprise, Sengoku opted to face her parents first. Despite her warning that her family was very traditional, he held fast to the idea. They invited her parents out for dinner one time and her mom interrogated him of his life before to which Sengoku answered every one honestly without leaving out a single detail. Momo found herself torn whether or not she should instantly shut Sengoku up or bring up another topic. However, the mom smiled reassuringly that he had her vote. The dad showed a bit of his usual over-protectiveness over her but grew to like the boy for his cheeriness and obviously - the whole Sanada council was against the marriage.

I am neither your tool nor your pawn to greatness. You are your own tool to greatness! Welcome to the 20th century!

Momo bit her lip as he remembered the moment she had stormed out of the Sanada estate, never looking back. However, her thoughts were briefly cut when he tapped her nose cheerily.

"Momo, your parents really agreed to us getting married," Sengoku held her hands in his own, staring at her with his emerald orbs. "You know, I wasn't surprised about them. Your cousin was the one who really got me. I must be really lucky~!"

The former Shinigami flicked his forehead with a small smile. "You bet you are. I was quite astonished myself..."

Flashback

"You're not surviving with him," Sanada shook his head defiantly before placing down the list on the table. "Momo, I think Sengoku wins this round."

Momo stared at him incredulously, completely astonished by his decision. "Oh - what makes you say that, Sanada-sama?"

"Momo, you have no need to call me that," Sanada frowned before sitting down next to her while watching the petals of the cherry blossom tree fall down to the ground. "We are cousins. There is no difference in our rank. Secondly, about this man - I have crossed him a few times and perhaps the first thing you would say is that he is a 'wiener'. He has neither sense of honour nor code of ethics. Perhaps, he would not only sully the Sanada name but give you a miserable life. As your cousin, I highly object to that."

End of Flashback

Momo smiled bitterly at the memory of her and her cousin. She couldn't understand how Sanada suddenly changed sides and opted to support her relationship with Sengoku. Then again, she remembered how hard it was to get the clan to accept Souma Fuuka. Momo winced at the memory when Fuuka had easily lifted Shizuru off the floor and blasted her all the way to the wall. The Shinigami stood up as the door bell suddenly rang. Her eyes widened but her lips curled into a frown; who was sending her a message this early in the morning?

"I'll get it," Sengoku immediately leapt out of bed right past her without his shirt on and running around in boxers.

Momo stared aghast as realization hit her, prompting her to chase after the topless orange haired male. "W-Wait a minute, at least have the decency to put on a shirt...!"

Without any warning, a loud thud echoed through her apartment along with a familiar growl.

"TARUNDORU!"

Sighing to herself, Momo rushed to the living room to find a crumpled Sengoku on the ground with a huge bruise on his head. She shook her head disdainfully before returning to her room as she threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before meeting her annoyed cousin by the door. Sanada clearly expressed his annoyance despite his stoic expression. Sighing helplessly, Momo sheepishly smiled with a small shrug at her cousin.

"Tea?"

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"I'm glad you're doing better, Momo. If you were with that other man, I can only imagine what kind of trouble he could be causing you," Sanada graciously accepted the tea cup from Momo as she passed a can of soda to Sengoku as they all sat down on the tatami mat. "Although it would be nice to remedy the bonds between you and the family, I do believe that they only restrict your freedom."

Momo chuckled lightly before leaning closer towards her cousin. "Thanks. I never knew I would get this far. But casual talking aside - what would make the 23rd head of the Sanada clan suddenly leave his extremely violent pregnant wife? Mind you, Souma's stronger than Ayane and I've been on the receiving end of her shots before."

"You know that I do not come to you as the head of the Sanada family," Sanada chuckled bitterly. "We'll see after you and Sebgoku get married. Before we start teasing and joking around, the Sanada family wants to meet you again Momo especially your parents. They miss you."

"I'll visit them separately," Momo curtly cut him off before watching him carefully with her onyx black eyes. "The elders are just going to attack Sengoku again just because he's not from a shogunate family. I don't care; Sengoku is already self-efficient and a lot more liberal than those boys from other old daimyo families. Like what Ayane says, screw them if they don't get it."

Sanada nodded stiffly. "I'm very well aware of that but I think they also want to see Sengoku. They had not informed me but I do think that..."

"...They're gonna compare Sengoku to those other guys and show me how much of an idiot I was in picking him," Momo sighed before running her fingers through her hair.

Silence reigned in but Sengoku finally sat up.

"Sanada-kun, please tell them we accept the invitation."

Momo's eyes widened. "What? Sengoku...!"

"They know you're going to turn them down," Sengoku bit his thumbnail before swirling his soda. "Momo - that would then label you as a coward. They know how you think. So the only thing we can do is do the unexpected: we show up. I'm sure they'll be surprised especially how much you've achieved without them. Momo, you basically built a business from scratch and started your own Kendo dojo here in Tokyo. You did a whole lot more than you would have done if you married that other dude whatever his name is."

"Hideyoshi Roku," Sanada frowned at Sengoku; some people never change.

"Never mind," Sengoku waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. "But he can't just randomly walk into your life after you severed yourself from the clan. You practically chopped all relations."

Momo nodded weakly before glancing at her fiancée with a sigh. "So… what do we do now?"

Sengoku smiled brightly, looking at Sanada. "Sanada-san, we will definitely need your help with this."

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The next week passed by and Momo found herself standing in front of the mansion that she had come to hate so much. Holding grudges was one thing but she knew that at some point, some hatreds had some justification to it. She remembered all the men she had been forced to meet and none of them had met her standards. All of them believed she was some trophy wife.

"Who wouldn't? After mastering kendo and calligraphy," Momo stared distantly at the mansion. "I also was forced to master the tea ceremony and other things. To be the perfect Yamato Nadeshiko."

But you defied that fate, didn't you?

"I didn't defy that fate," Momo clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white. "I decided to be brave enough to change my fate."

"And look where it got you," Sengoku smiled lovingly while holding her hand. "Whatever happens in there will not change anything. You are my fiancée and that will not change unless you want me to…"

Momo stared at him incredulously while teasingly poking his cheek. "Now why would I want to do that?"

Sengoku shrugged with a joking grin, dancing around. "Who knows? Maybe it's the clumsy way I walk or the grumpy way I talk…?"

Momo giggled before kissing her fiancée on the lips, ruffling his hair. "You're anything but grumpy. Clumsy is easy to fix, Sengoku."

Sengoku grinned in delight. "Yep!"

Momo giggled softly while walking towards the gate until Sengoku took her hand.

"But still, Momo," the former vice captain of Yamabuki smiled confidently. "Leave everything to me. I'll get us through."

The Shinigami shook her head. "Aren't we supposed to be a team?"

"Yeah," Sengoku grinned before his expression became more serious. "But there are times that I just gotta show to everyone that I'm capable of being the man you need."

Momo stared in amazement as to how Sengoku had matured over the years. She remembered him as the happy-go-lucky player of Yamabuki; his smile and laughter had become so infectious that she sometimes found herself smiling for no reason at all. However, this time – this was a battle that they now both got involved in. She and he may haven't done it yet but the mere idea of her being engaged to him threw the whole family out of control.

"Alright, here goes nothing," Momo went to the door and pressed the door bell.

The two of them breathed heavily as Sengoku held Momo's hand a little more tightly. She looked at Sengoku bite his lower lip while intensely staring at the building before her. She swore that she would never bring Sengoku backhere nor did she herself ever want to come back. However, running away from her problems wasn't going to help. And even then, they were going to keep bugging her and pushing her marriage into a strain until Sengoku goes insane. She gripped Sengoku's hand tightly as the door opened, revealing Sanada.

"Momo," Sanada nodded before glancing at a serious Sengoku. "Sengoku."

Sengoku bowed humbly. "Ohayogozaimasu, Sanada-sama."

Momo blinked several times; when was Sengoku THAT polite? She followed her fiancée in as the doors closed behind her. She inhaled sharply while looking at the decorations. The mansion had not changed much and she could see the many portraits of the Sanada heads as they headed straight towards the dining room. The purple haired Shinigami exhaled deeply when she found herself standing in front of the entire Sanada clan.

"Konichiwa, Sanada-ojijisama," Sengoku smiled politely and bowed deeply. "Thank you for inviting us."

Sanada Gen'emon nodded with a smile. "Hello Sengoku, I've seen you have progressed well."

Sengoku smiled kindly. "You are very generous with your compliments, Sanada-sama."

Momo wasn't sure what she was staring at. Sanada himself didn't know that Sengoku would lay it that thick either. But both Sanada's stared in amazement as Sengoku even knew how to pour himself tea properly in a traditional way and even mix it in the traditional way. All the old people stared in shock and amazement. Was this the same boy who had been so goofy as to try and interact with them years ago?

However, one of them remained completely unconvinced.

"I hope you remember him, Momo," one of the elders gestured to a male. "This is Hideyoshi Roku. He was brought here to be your husband instead of that impudent orange haired boy you bring around."

Before Momo could burst out angry, Sengoku quickly placed his hand in front of her before he gently gestured. "Momo, can you please sit near me?"

Momo blinked several times before sitting next to him. "Okay…"

The Sanada clan members were amazed as Sengoku continued.

"Sanada-sama, do forgive me for saying this. But showing another man to my dear fiancée when she is already engaged to me is quite an insult," Sengoku inhaled deeply.

The old man scowled. "You have no reason! You're just a commoner!"

"I understand your apprehensions regarding my status, Sanada Rikuichi-sama," Sengoku nodded slowly, ignoring the cramps. "But please allow me to defend myself or at least show you who I truly am."

Rikuichi growled. "You peasant-!"

Before Rikuichi could continue, Gen'emon placed his hand in front of Rikuichi. "That's enough, Rikuichi," – he turned to Sengoku. "Please, continue."

"I may have not taken History as a major subject but I do have Sociology as a minor for my Political Science course," Sengoku smiled calmly; Momo gaped as he gently closed her mouth with a finger. "I understand that I do not have any history of being a samurai or what not. But the way of the samurai is not decided by blood. After all, the way of the samurai is a philosophy rather than a genetic thing."

Momo couldn't help but gawk at Sengoku suddenly switched personality, whispering to Sanada. "What did you do to the real Sengoku?"

"I'm very well aware that I did not kidnap him, Momo," Sanada deadpanned.

"You idiot, did you brainwash him or something," Momo glanced at Sengoku and then at her cousin again. "That's not him! You must've sent me with Niou instead!"

Sanada rolled his eyes. "Momo, Niou is currently with Isane and dealing with his pre-marriage jitters. I am surprised her brothers haven't killed him yet."

"But due to the adjusting times, the samurai have faded into the background of what is Japan's history," Sengoku continued as he sadly picked up his tea cup, swirling the green tea leaves. "The job occupation of the samurai I mean – not the philosophy in itself."

One of the elders stiffened. "So, what are you saying?"

Sengoku placed down the cup with a challenging glint in his eye. "As much as Hideyoshi-san is from an established samurai family, I do not believe he embodies the philosophy of the samurai."

The moment he said that, Roku slammed his fists on the table. "How dare you question my power as a samurai! Do you wish to fight me! I shall prove it!"

"You have already proved your weakness by getting angry," Sengoku calmly shot back.

As much as Sengoku was calm, he was more tempted to punch the guy. He felt extremely stiff in his shoulders and body but if he was going to win this argument, he had to be as calm and as stoic as possible. The orange haired male couldn't understand as to how Sanada was capable of doing that.

Roku sputtered. "Y-you – how dare you…!"

"Please hear me out before you lose yourself. If you are tempted to attack me then by all means do not do it in front of my fiancée," Sengoku swallowed nervously, knowing how he was digging his grave. "For she can wield a sword better than you ever will."

Unfortunately for Roku, that was the last straw.

Roku immediately leapt at him, preparing to strangle him. "HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE ME…!"

Sengoku instinctively rolled back before grabbing a bokken that hung as decoration. Roku clamped his hands onto the bokken as Sengoku remained firm on the grip. He thanked his lucky stars for his tennis but Roku started putting more weight as he began closing the gap.

"What strength? You speak of strength and you cannot even wrestle me," Roku sneered. "Where are your words now?"

Before Sengoku could respond, something hit Roku from behind. Sengoku's eyes widened when he found Momo standing behind Roku with her own bokken. She narrowed her black eyes at him before sitting down again.

"This is why I refuse to marry those who come from samurai families. It's rare you find decent men with decent brain sizes," Momo sat down with a narrowed eyes at Roku.

Roku roared at the council. "You said I would get my wife out of this!"

"How dare you disrespect me in my own home," Rikuichi slammed his fists on the table.

Sanada, seeing how everything was flying out of hand, dropped his hand on Sengoku's shoulder. "Get Momo out of here. I'll deal with this."

Sengoku smiled. "I suppose everything was done in true samurai fashion, Sanada-san?"

The Emperor chuckled in amusement. "You performed way beyond my expectations."

Momo glanced at the two men before glaring. "Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here!?"

Sanada raised an eyebrow at Sengoku. "You mind telling her?"

Sengoku sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. I'm tired of being stiff. How can you stay still for thirty minutes!?"

"Discipline and sheer will power," Sanada pointed out. "Anyway, explain it to Momo before she goes after you with her bokken."

Seeing Momo still glaring at him, Sengoku opened the door. "Walk with me?"

Momo narrowed her eyes but reluctantly walked with her fiancée out the door as they ended up on the sidewalk.

"What the hell was that," Momo gawked. "You're not known to sit that still or be that serious!"

Sengoku chuckled sheepishly. "Ahahaha, about that…"

"You bloody idiot! They could have cut your head clean off," Momo continued on.

"Momo," Sengoku began.

"They could have also challenged you to a kumite which you would obviously lose in!"

"Momo," Sengoku tried to cut in again.

"And then they could have also…!"

"Momo," Sengoku grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. "Stop! Let me explain before you freak out!"

Momo exhaled sharply before narrowing her eyes at him in annoyance. Whatever he did, didn't make any sense to her. She let out an annoyed snort before storming past him. The Shinigami shoved her hands into her pocket until Sengoku walked right in front of her.

"Momo-chan, today – it was my way of showing how Hideyoshi Roku wasn't worth anything," Sengoku exhaled sharply and cupped her face. "And how I'm willing to bend and do anything for you, as long as you won't regret it."

Momo blankly stared at him. "Did that include riling up the council and getting attacked by Roku?"

Sengoku raised his arms in defense. "I didn't expect him to try and claw me to death!"

Momo face-palmed, shaking her head. "You didn't even expect him to attack you!?"

"I expected a lot more frankly," Sengoku admitted mildly with a grin. "Well, I guess we proved to them that you're in perfectly good hands!"

Momo stared at her fiancée incredulously. "You just showed them that you wanted to piss them off!"

Sengoku sighed before pursing his lips. "W-well, I didn't know that the guy they wanted had some temper issues! But then again, nobody beats Akutsu. He's got a fuse shorter than a dot."

Momo snickered while looking at Sengoku with a disapproving stare. "You really are crazy you know that? You can't always have your luck save you!"

"I know," Sengoku smiled abashedly before taking her hands. "But I didn't believe so strongly in my luck before…"

Momo blinked several times. "Huh?"

"I always had a hard time with girls," Sengoku smiled weakly while looking at the sunset in front of them. "And then, I found out that the reason why they started leaving me was because of my sister. It didn't help that I didn't really have a father figure to look at. You know how my life was like, Momo."

Momo bit her lower lip darkly. "Yeah… It took a whole lot to make her admit she killed Ryuna…"

"I thought Ryuna was everything until my sister fabricated that she cheated on me," Sengoku shook his head, feeling his eyes water. "And then, I just find out later she died in a huge fire in the chemistry lab. I couldn't even say sorry… But when she passed away, I couldn't even cry or even feel bad. So, I just decided to be nice and see who could see past it. Then you came along."

Momo chuckled and shook her head. "Back then, I thought you were asking for my captain's number."

"No offense to your captain. As pretty as she is," Sengoku waved his hands dismissively. "She kinda had creepy and scary radiating off her. I'd date Ayane over her if it were between the two of them."

Momo laughed. "Yeah, and it didn't help that she was actually from the Mishima family. You know what kind of power that bloodline is packing."

Sengoku shook his head before holding her hands a little more tightly. "But you inspired me. We always kept bumping into each other and somehow, you saw past everything. You were there for everything even after the whole Tohru incident."

"Actually, you were the reason why I started to believe in luck."

Sengoku snapped his attention towards his fiancée. "Huh? How did that…?"

"You were always so bubbly and you seemed to be okay with what I was," Momo smiled bitterly. "You were the only one I could truly expose myself to. You were unpredictable. You were always this bubbly ball of energy. That's why… when you tried to fight for me the first time, though, I admit. It was the stupidest thing you could have ever done."

"They say when you love someone, your brain kinda comes out like some insane person's," Sengoku thought about it. "Or so your friends say…"

"And they're not wrong about that," Momo chuckled lightly as Sengoku nuzzled her nose. "But the truth is – the more I stayed with you and saw the other people. I saw how lucky I was. You cared for me as me. Not as the Sanada's daughter. You didn't see me as a woman just to be married off. You even made your way to yap at the council and even managed to shove off Roku. Of all things…"

"That's why," Sengoku smiled lovingly.

"That's why," Momo smiled as she melted into his arms, embracing him.

"I am very lucky to be yours."

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"I'm glad we managed to sort things out, Sanada."

"I didn't expect you to soak up the lessons that fast, Sengoku. You really are something."

"I'd do anything for Momo. You know that."

*chuckles* "I guess so. When I saw you back there, I thought you were going to be challenged to a kumite."

"Yeah you idiot, you scared the lights out of me!"

"Sorry Momo, I had to be convincing!"

"GENICHIROU!"

*freezes* "Fuuka, are you okay…? What's wrong…?"

"Baby. Hospital. NOW!"

*all three exchange glances* "SHIT!"

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Sorry for the really late update of this collection! I honestly began running out ideas and then when I found it again a few months or a year later – a new inspiration hit me! Hopefully I'll be able to make Kiyone's and Shiraishi's! Until then! :)