r/Shuukura

Just want to know people's opinions on how much of this story they think is left and if they think the ending will be them being officially together, or if it will continue afterwards.

This is the first Japanese online story ive ever read so I have no idea what the average lengths are, obviously I'd love to keep reading about their bickering until im 80.

I’m tryna make tomodachi life characters for em but I lowkey dunno their birthdays

I mean, I believe the readers are adults now too, since this series has been around for over ten years. Besides, the protagonists are adults and talk about adult matters, right? Does that change the book's target age group?

We know miyagi likes movies with happy endings and sendai san likes scary movies but I'd like to hear what movies yall think they'd like.

Hey guys, I've lowkey been binging the light novels, and I'm currently on book 4. I really love the little items that are references throughout the series, and I want to try making them in Blockbench.

The ones I want to make right now are Miyagi's crocodile tissue box and Sendai's black cat plushie she gave her. Thing is, I genuinely can't find any good pictures/references to use. I found like 2 for the crocodile and 1 for the cat plushie, but I thought I'd ask just in case anyone else knew anymore.

I don't mind if they aren't official or anything, and I'll even take any descriptions of the items if anyone can remember any.

Also, if there are any future plushie/items that I haven't come across yet, I'd also appreciate any references for those too!

A soft clatter sounds as a glass is set down on the table.

"Let's see..." Sendai-san says, letting out a small sigh.

But nothing follows.

Silence.

Her eyes are fixed on me.

Her expression is neither bright nor gloomy, but her hand idly strokes the tabletop as though searching for something.

The shared space is filled with silence, but it isn't oppressive.

Even so, she doesn't open her mouth.

"Sendai-san. There isn't a right or wrong answer when it comes to your impressions, so just tell me whatever you thought."

I don't know what kind of meaning there is in the silence she's creating. But I have the feeling she's worrying about saying the right thing, about not getting it wrong.

What I want to know isn't the impression that Sendai-san thinks is correct.

I want to know what she was thinking yesterday.

"...Miyagi."

Sendai-san murmurs as she picks up her glass.

But instead of drinking the barley tea, she says,

"You're really neat, aren't you? Even back in high school, no matter when I came over, you never once told me, 'Wait here while I clean my room.' Your kitchen was always spotless too. And your room now is always really clean."

Sendai-san says it all in one breath before taking a drink of her barley tea.

Then she sets the glass back on the table and asks uncertainly,

"...Is this the kind of thing you meant?"

"That's exactly the kind of thing I meant. Anything else?"

I couldn't quite manage a cheerful smile, but I think I spoke gently enough.

"It's funny that you're such a neat freak even though you crumple up tissues and throw them at me."

"That part was unnecessary."

I answer briefly to Sendai-san, whose voice is now brighter.

"Come on, it's true. Why are you so obsessed with keeping things clean?"

"Because if I don't clean up myself, nobody else will. I'd rather tidy things up before they get messy."

"I see. Then can I hear what you thought of my room?"

"Sure. Your room felt... like your room."

"Didn't you say something before about how back in high school you expected it to look like a high school girl's room, but it wasn't like that?"

Asked that, I take two sips of my barley tea before answering.

"When I first went to your room in high school, it felt a little strange. But now I think it really suits you, Sendai-san. Your room is fairly tidy."

"'Fairly' was unnecessary, wasn't it?"

"It was necessary."

"That's mean—... Well, maybe not. I think you're just too neat and tidy, Miyagi."

Sendai-san chuckles and asks.

"Is that all?"

"I've got one more thing. I slept really well in your room."

I figured Sendai-san would say something silly if I told her, but I should at least let her know that her bed was comfortable.

"I'm glad to hear that. Then you should sleep in my bed every day from now on."

Smiling pleasantly, Sendai-san lightly bumps my foot with hers.

"I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because you're going to say something weird."

"I don't think saying, 'I'll sleep beside you, Miyagi,' is weird at all."

Just as I'd expected, Sendai-san says something ridiculous and I step on her foot.

"See? You're saying something weird. Besides, the reason I slept so well was because you weren't there."

"That's mean. ...Well, I guess it's fine. Did you have any dreams?"

"I did."

"What kind?"

"I dreamed about animals. You weren't in it, Sendai-san."

Since there was no reason to hide it, I tell her the truth.

Sendai-san deliberately knits her brows.

"You didn't have to go out of your way to add, 'You weren't in it, Sendai-san.'"

"I figured you'd ask, so I just answered first."

My voice isn't warm, but it isn't cold either, as I finish the rest of my barley tea.

I'd set my phone alarm earlier than usual, but I'm glad I woke up even before that.

Maybe because we have plenty of time, we've been able to talk about so many things in such a relaxed atmosphere.

Considering how much time has passed since we first started talking to each other, what happened today is just a small thing.

But it's something we needed.

And I'm glad we were able to do it properly.

"Miyagi."

She calls my name in an unusually serious voice, and I look at her.

"When I came out of your room... I lied. Well, not exactly—I just didn't tell you the truth."

On top of the table, Sendai-san squeezes her own index finger tightly before letting it go.

"The truth?"

"I didn't actually sleep very well."

"Was there a reason you couldn't sleep?"

"Because it was your bed, Miyagi."

"Are you the type who can't sleep if it's a different pillow?"

When I ask, Sendai-san leans back against her chair with an awkward expression.

"No. I was thinking about things I can't exactly say out loud here."

I had expected Sendai-san to say something silly earlier.

That much was exactly as I'd imagined.

But I hadn't expected her to say something even more ridiculous than that.

I think being honest is a good thing, and I do want Sendai-san not to lie to me.

But sometimes people need to lie.

And this is one of those times.

"Sendai-san, you really are an erotic demon."

"I'm not going to deny it today. Shall we start making breakfast?"

I couldn't exactly praise her for not even denying those impure thoughts, and bringing up making breakfast right after that wasn't an appropriate transition either.

Still, breakfast won't make itself. So talking about it now isn't wrong.

"Since you're responsible for saying something weird, you can do all the cutting and frying."

I tell her with a sigh as I stand up.

"Got it."

Sendai-san answers lightly, stands as well, and walks over to the refrigerator.

"Sendai-san. We're doing another sleepover. The rules will be the same as this time."

"...Including the rule about leaving something on the table that you want the other person to see?"

"Yes."

"If I don't have anything, I don't have to leave anything, right?"

Her voice is neither light nor heavy as she opens the refrigerator.

I can't see her expression.

Her gaze is fixed on what's inside the fridge.

"It's not mandatory. Leave something if there's something you want to."

"I see. By the way, when's the next sleepover? You're not about to say this weekend, are you?"

Without taking anything out of the refrigerator, Sendai-san looks back at me.

"I'm not. It can be a while from now."

When I answer quietly, Sendai-san's face visibly relaxes.

Whenever I see her react like that, it makes me feel as though what I'm doing is somehow wrong.

I want to know more about Sendai-san.

I want her to know more about me.

But...

Is that something that only troubles her?

I can't help wondering.

"Sendai-san, how about we don't make breakfast after all?"

"Eh? We're not eating? Won't you get hungry at university?"

"Let's eat out for a change."

This sleepover can remain a one-time thing.

But if we leave it at that, nothing will have changed.

I'll still hardly know anything about Sendai-san, and she still won't know much about me.

"Eat where?"

"Somewhere that serves breakfast. ...I think we've got enough time. Don't you want to go?"

If we stay here like this, we'll just go back to living the way we always have.

Just as we did something different yesterday, I want to do something different today as well.

I want us to walk a different path from the one we've been following.

"I do. Let's go. I'll get ready right away."

Her voice is as bright as the morning sun shining through the window.

"I'll get ready too."

We had plenty of time, but we both hurried back to our rooms anyway.

hi i’m just wondering is volume 8 of the light novel currently being translated right now? in english

Here it is, it took me about 4 days - 6 days to make and I waited a few days to post it :D Usually I draw cats but surprisingly my first AMV is of humans! AMV Animated music video PMV picture music video If you want to watch it, take a gander! (Take a look) Also if you want guess which scenes are which, i didnt go back and reread to get the scenes but i tried to make them based off of memory on what has actually happened WITH SOME artistic liberty

Reuploaded since i saw i had to add this ? Does it mean original character (oc) in this context? It’s not an oc though

By jhon greeb

I love her character sm she is so cute and I wish we got to see more about her friendship with other characters Ami, Mio and especially Miyagi.

Hola, soy una fan hispanohablante de shuukura JAJSJKSKS, en fin solo queria dejar algunas canciones que me recuerdan a Miyagi y sendai y el artista

Las que me recuerdan a sendai:

Dirty little secrect- the All-American rejects

Psycho- red velvet

Rude- magic

Heart attack- LOONA

Termonuclear- perfecto miserable

I wanna be your girlfriend- girl in red

Tukank'mon- Alan suton y las criaturas de la ansiedad

La mayoría me da las vibes de esa dinámica que tienen y la obsesión hacia Miyagi:3

A miyagi:

Enamorado tuyo- el cuarteto de nos

Cupid- FIFTY FIFTY

Cactus- nasa histoires

No soy para ti- mon laferte

Bueno creo que escribi mucho pero gracias por leer

edit: si, estoy obsesionada con Sendai-san, hasta enmi pinterest le tengo :3

There is a god afterall it seems

What I Want Sendai-san to Know

Chapter 421

I had a dream about living with a very large dog.

It was a very happy dream, one that didn't have a single scary thing in it.

I don't think I would have had that dream if I'd been sleeping in my own bed.

I sit up and hug the penguin plush that slept with me.

Last night, Sendai-san slept in my room, and I slept in hers.

So this isn't my room.

It's Sendai-san's room.

But even though Sendai-san's bed isn't my bed, I slept well, and I woke up before my phone's alarm went off.

I look around the room in the light filtering through the gap in the curtains.

This room isn't the same as the room of Sendai-san's that I saw during summer vacation in high school. The books lined up on the bookshelf are mostly the same study-related books as back then, but the bookshelf is smaller, and the bed is different.

Even so, this has already become Sendai-san's room to me. I think the simple furniture suits her perfectly.

I place the penguin at the edge of the bed and turn off my phone's alarm.

I stretch my arms toward the ceiling and straighten my back too. I let out a soft breath and climb out of bed.

As expected, there's still nothing on the table.

Of course.

Something that wasn't there last night isn't suddenly going to appear in the morning.

It was what I expected, but it isn't interesting.

I make the bed and, taking my phone, leave the room and head for the washroom. After washing my face and coming back, I find Sendai-san in the shared space.

"Morning."

I hear her soft voice and reply, "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

Sendai-san asks with a sleepy expression.

"I slept fine. How about you, Sendai-san?"

"Pretty well. Should I tell you my impressions now?"

Normally, after saying pretty well, she'd follow it with I slept well, but she looks like she's about to say she didn't sleep much. Thinking that, I say, "After we get changed, we'll talk about our impressions and eat breakfast, so get ready and meet here."

"Got it. I'll go wash my face."

She waves a hand lazily and heads toward the washroom.

What did she think after spending the night in my room?

I'm about to find out.

I don't intend to tell her she has to tell me everything she felt, but I do want her not to lie. Watching her not say she couldn't sleep despite looking sleepy, I can't help but think that.

I return to my room and look at the table.

Roro-chan isn't there.

I look at the bookshelf.

It's not here either.

When I look at the bed, I see the black cat plushie with the moon necklace around its neck sitting proudly beside the pillow.

"Morning."

After greeting it, I pick up the black cat and place it on the bookshelf.

"Did Sendai-san say anything?"

I ask the plushie, which probably slept with her, but there is no reply.

As usual, the black cat is taciturn. After adjusting the moon charm hanging from the necklace around its neck so it shines in the middle of its chest, I take out a t-shirt and a pair of denim pants and get changed.

When I open the curtains, the weather is so nice it feels as though yesterday's rain had never happened.

The ground is still wet, but it feels like a pleasant morning.

I straighten the already-made bed and head to the shared space.

Sendai-san isn't there.

I look inside the refrigerator and start thinking about breakfast when I hear a door open and turn around.

"Oh, Miyagi. Are you making breakfast first?"

Sendai-san's skirt sways as she walks toward me.

"We've still got plenty of time, so breakfast can wait. Let me hear your impressions first."

I shut the refrigerator door and say that, and she asks, "Should we sit down?"

"Sit."

When I say that, Sendai-san sits down, and I prepare two glasses.

I take a bottle out of the refrigerator and pour barley tea.

I place the glasses on the table and sit down.

"You first, Sendai-san."

I tell her briefly, and after thinking for a moment, she cautiously says,

"...Why did you leave Roro-chan there?"

"That's not an impression."

"I know. But tell me first."

Her voice is unusually serious, and I look directly at her.

I had thought she'd ask about the black cat before talking about her impressions.

And I had wanted her to ask.

I didn't want her to ignore the black cat plushie and the necklace and just give me some casual impressions of staying in my room.

So I say clearly enough for Sendai-san to hear.

"Because I wanted you to know something about me."

Across from me, Sendai-san's expression doesn't change.

She touches the four-leaf clover at her chest with her fingertips and speaks in that same serious voice.

"Why did you leave Roro-chan there?"

"You're asking the same thing again."

"I know. But what did you want me to know by leaving Roro-chan there?"

"I wanted you to know what I treasure. Because both the black cat plushie and the necklace are important to me."

It's not really the kind of thing I'd normally put into words, but if I don't say it, it won't get across.

But I'm bad at this kind of thing.

Even now, I feel like I said something strange, and the inside of my chest tingles uneasily. The air feels heavy, and at the same time thin. Because Sendai-san has fallen silent and isn't saying anything, it only makes me feel that way even more.

Restless, I move my toes.

I clench and unclench my hand under the table, and at last Sendai-san opens her mouth.

"...Thanks. I was happy to find Roro-chan and the necklace there. Can I ask why they're important to you?"

"The black cat—Roro-chan—is important because it's something you gave me, Sendai-san. I thought you were a strange person for buying me a friend for the crocodile."

When she gave me the black cat plushie as a Christmas present, she said something like she'd thought maybe the crocodile wanted a friend.

I don't really need to bring that up now, but I can't help adding something, and I end up blurting it all out at once.

"That's mean."

She complains softly, and I lightly tap her foot with my toes.

"It's true. Why did you pick a cat plushie as a present, Sendai-san?"

"...Because it seemed like the kind of thing I wouldn't be too upset about even if you rejected it and gave it back. I kept thinking, What if I give it to her and she throws it away?"

"That's mean."

I reflexively throw back the exact same words she used, and quiet laughter comes from across the table.

I end up laughing too and lightly tap her foot again.

"Ow."

"I barely touched you."

"I guess."

Still smiling, Sendai-san continues.

"You picked out the moon necklace yourself, right?"

"I found it when I went shopping for materials for the sign during preparations for the cultural festival."

"You bought it then?"

"A while later. I went back to see if it had sold out, and since it was still there, I bought it."

"That's mean."

"It is mean, but I'm glad I bought the moon necklace back then. I left them there because both of them are important to me."

The black cat plushie and the necklace.

They were things I could have lived without, but now they've become things that had to exist.

The thing Sendai-san gave me and the thing I gave to Sendai-san became important things with the passage of time. They've become things I can't do without now, and they've also become things whose existence Sendai-san must never forget.

I let out a small sigh.

I've mixed together things I should have said and things I could have kept to myself, but I was able to talk about a lot of things for me, and the tension leaves my shoulders.

"Thanks. ...And sorry I didn't leave anything."

Her voice sounds terribly apologetic, and I look at Sendai-san.

I don't remember complaining about there being nothing on the table, but she looks as if she's being blamed. It's almost like a child being scolded by a teacher, and it starts to make me feel like I'm the one who's blaming her.

"I didn't think you would leave anything there, Sendai-san, so it's fine."

I take a sip of the barley tea I'd prepared and forgotten about.

After taking a sip of her own, Sendai-san murmurs,

"...Why did you think that?"

"I thought there probably wasn't anything you wanted me to see."

"I don't mind you seeing anything, Miyagi, and you could've looked at anything."

Sendai-san doesn't look at me.

She's staring at the glass with only a little barley tea missing from it.

"'Not minding if something is seen' and 'wanting someone to see something' are different."

"They're basically the same thing, aren't they?"

"I don't think so."

Things you're okay with being seen and things you want someone to see aren't things that should be treated as the same.

I don't want to see something that Sendai-san can casually say she's fine with me seeing.

I want to see something that Sendai-san, as the person she is, wants me to see.

—Though maybe I'm the one who's wrong for thinking that.

"...If I had left something there, what would've been the right answer? Something that would make it obvious that I love you?"

Sendai-san says something ridiculous and flicks the side of her glass with a fingertip.

"There isn't a right answer, and you don't need to leave something like that."

"Why?"

"Because I already know you love me even without you leaving something like that. Your turn now, Sendai-san. Tell me your impressions properly."

I lightly tap her foot with my toes, and she takes another sip of her barley tea.