"Normally people wouldn’t think of rebelling if they aren’t satisfied with society. Characters in One Piece and Naruto are fighting for their dreams and goals, so even though manga going toward dreams are absolutely necessary, if all manga are like that, some readers might think “well, where should I go if I don’t have any dreams?” Or “what should I do if I didn’t do my best every day?” Then, they read Gintama and see everyone in there is living a lazy life, they’ll feel more at ease. Even if you’re lazy, you can still walk down your path of life, and you need to live well, like that."
Happy 10th Anniversary Gintama. And Congrats Sorachi-sensei!
08.12.2003 - 08.12.2013
"Your goal is to protect Christa, right?"
hanamiya bein a flop + kiyohana daddy kink: one day hanamiya knocks himself out while trying to do something really dumb and normal. kirisaki daiichi collectively freaks out and goes through his phone. they text a contact called ‘daddy’ expecting to get hanamiya’s father.
they are shocked and appalled when kiyoshi shows up 20 minutes later.
They turn, as a group, at the sound of the door on the far side of the gym, narrowing their collective eyes at the hulking sweatshirt that appears. It moves forward into their line of vision and Yamazaki mutters “what the hell,” because it’s Kiyoshi Teppei, the Savior of Seirin.
Seto chuckles. “Come to give us a lecture on playing fair?”
Kiyoshi looks genuinely puzzled. “Where is he?”
Hara raises an eyebrow, but no one sees. “Where’s who?”
"You texted me. Is he okay? What happened?"
Entire worlds might have been created and summarily destroyed in the length of the silence that follows. The displacing pop of bubblegum resounds in the gymnasium like a hiccup. “So you son’s unconscious,” says Hara, and Seto kicks him in the shin.
But Kiyoshi has spotted the curled-up figure on the bleachers, head resting on a fluffy maroon towel, and doesn’t respond. He sits, and brushes Hanamiya’s hair off his forehead with one huge hand. “Mako-chan.”
Furuhashi looks like he’s just swallowed a small school of live fish. Yamazaki hasn’t taken a full breath in the past two and a half minutes. And then their captain, their coach, their brilliant leader—he stirs from his stupor and butts his head against Kiyoshi’s hand, raising his chin as though waiting to be pet.
Seto wishes he were in a coma.
Kiyoshi is just brushing a strand of hair behind Hanamiya’s ear when the latter fully opens his eyes, sits up, and sees exactly who else is in the room. “You all can suck my dick.”
And without warning, he launches himself backwards, hitting his head against the edge of the plastic row of seats and passing out instantly.
my 3rd year ot3