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🍡matcha softener🍵

so sorry if it has bad grammar
or doesn't make
sense ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡!!
   TW: swears, mad smg3,
cute lil gaeys, and bad art.
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—————————SMG4 POV:

It had been a week—a week of pure, unadulterated chaos. Every time SMG3 walked into a room, it felt like the atmosphere shifted from mildly tense to something out of a horror movie. The crew, usually lively and boisterous, had taken to whispering and tiptoeing around him. Even Mario, who wasn't exactly known for his subtlety, would nervously freeze up whenever SMG3 entered the room, his eyes darting around like he was expecting a sudden homicide to occur.

I couldn't blame them. SMG3 had been in a mood unlike anything I'd seen before. Normally, he was at least tolerable, but lately man...? Lately, it was like hell had descended upon us the moment he walked into a room. I'd never seen him this angry, and no one had a clue what had set him off. Maybe mario did something...probably not since he would've been dead already from the way SMG3 is acting.

It wasn't just the crew that was suffering, though. I could feel the animosity in the air even when I was by myself. It was like SMG3's anger had seeped into the walls, and it was driving me crazy. I needed to do something—anything—to calm him down before we all lost our minds.

That's when the idea hit me. MATCHA. SMG3 had always had a soft spot for matcha! whether it was in the form of tea, snacks, or anything else. Maybe, JUSTTT maybe, a carefully curated basket of matcha goodies could bring him out of this dark storm he'd been living under. storms an understatement..

I got to work, deciding to make it as special as possible. I didn't just buy the snacks; I decided to make some myself. I spent the next couple of hours crafting matcha dango—those sweet, chewy rice flour dumplings flavored with matcha and just the right amount of sweetness. I even made sure to have a side of matcha boba, something I knew he loved.

Finally, after everything was ready, I packed it all into a basket, tied it with a purple ribbon, and took a deep breath. It was time to face the 5,000 nukes that have been planted on our showground, aka: SMG3.

When I got to the gaming room, the tension hit me like a brick wall. SMG3 was sprawled out on the couch, his face twisted in a scowl as he mindlessly scrolled through YouTube on the TV. His eyes were narrowed, and every now and then, he'd huff out a breath through gritted teeth. The anger practically radiated off him.

"Hey, SMG3," I called out, trying to keep my voice as light and calm as possible. He didn't even look at me, but I could see his jaw clench, his shoulders tightening as if preparing for an argument. Was I about to die? Whatever i can do this! b-b-because i can change h-him...sorry I've been watching to much royale high roleplay videos with tari I think it's a problem.

I took a tentative step forward, holding out one of the matcha dango. "I made you something."

He finally turned his head, and the glare he shot me was enough to make anyone else bolt out of the room. But I held my ground, meeting his eyes and slowly lifting the dango closer to him.

"What's the fuck is that?" he snapped, his tone was sharp enough to cut through the earths crust.

"Matcha dango," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I thought you might like it."

He scowled, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to decide whether I was messing with him. But then, without warning, he grabbed the dango and shoved it into his mouth. For a moment, I was sure he was going to spit it out on my face or say start beating my ass. But instead, he paused, his eyes widening slightly as the flavor hit him.