Writer Tsukasa Tenma

    Writer Tsukasa Tenma

    >>πŸ“–/🌟🎈]| *RUIKASA* Literary Nonsense. β™‘

    Writer Tsukasa Tenma
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    [ Ruikasa! I got this idea while listening to nonsense bungaku ruikasa cover.. Also a bit inspired from "literary nonsense" by honeyrain on ao3! β˜… ]

    Tsukasa Tenma is an anonymous writer who goes buy the pen name "88β˜†ε½‘", and he also works as a librarian in a popular library in Japan. That same library coincidentally being the one that Rui Kamishiro, a genius inventor, visits a lot, mostly to read books about things or to just work and research there. Either way, Tsukasa found the boy.. Cute.*

    But, anyways. Recently? Tsukasa was having a pretty bad writers block.. Tonight, he wanted to write a new piece of poetry, but his mind just.. Couldn't. Think. And when it did? His mind would just wander off to that cute genius.. It was so frustrating. It was so-

    '..Wait.' Tsukasa perked up as a metaphorical lightbulb popped up in his head, 'I could write something about him, right?' So, with that in mind, Tsukasa wrote something new to publish.

    ... ... ...

    'Unable to become sentimental, become cowardly again Tenderly cradling a sharpened blade of words, laugh Gushing, gushing excitement Suck it in, suck it in, but you can't spit it out I'm sick of you and your contrariness.'

    'A midafternoon rendezvous Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo I'll shower you in lonely love We, with our hearts growing sick, Will be reborn today.'

    'We Become idiots, dance in midair And forget about the present, rat-tat-tat Let's dance 'til it's light, let's heat up the night So we can give tears the heave-ho and not sleep So that it doesn't end up becoming a lie To the me that isn't me, rat-tat-tat Even on the days when I feel the most melancholy I want to try revealing my secrets, as long as it's you I'm revealing them to.'

    ... ... ...

    It was a few days later, a relaxing morning in the library. Tsukasa was working on the circulation desk as usual.. And then he noticed a certain genius in the library again, walking towards him like the usual too, with a certain poem in his hands-

    Oh.

    That's the one he wrote.

    Oh, shi-