Tsundere Quotes

She's not tsundere. She's just an unpleasant woman.

Reality is such pain. And for those of us who get fed up with that kind of reality, we simply choose to make a new one. We create little walls, and separate the trash from the stuff we like, and when that’s all done we keep the things we care about and kick the rest to the curb. You’d be amazed how well it works! A whole world made out of just moe, tsundere, and BL it’s the best discovery ever! If you ask me that really it the best way to separate reality, from fiction.

Now I know what you truly are,” he says. “And what is that?” “Tsundere.” “What?” “It means someone who’s hot and cold. Violent on the outside, despite being soft on the inside.

I'm not comparing him to Most Wanted sketches anymore, if that's what you're asking." "The start of every beautiful friendship." "Shut up," I said. "You know I have a black, mistrustful pit where my heart is supposed to be." "I know that's what you want people to think," Conner said.

So I pulled the ridiculously small, unwrapped, box from the sleeve of my yukata (as they don’t have pockets) and rather overly self-consciously handed it to her. She took the pitiful little box, held it up to her ear and gave it a cautious little rattling shake. -You didn’t just put a couple of dried old beans in here, as a joke, did you? She suddenly glared at me suspiciously. I heard a stifled bark from Yumi at that, and a deep gasp from Uncle Suzuki and Aunt Anda, followed by a moment of silence. -Of course not, you silly old goose, I snapped back, -just open it and you’ll see what’s inside!

It's a shame your mother didn't opt for something more extravagant," Akiko says, examining her nails. "When you get married, please make sure there are at least some guests to see our dresses. This is a waste of Oscar de la Renta," Noriko adds, glancing down meaningfully. "Thank you," I say sincerely. "For all you did for us. For my mom. For me." I regard them intently, liquid gathering in my eyes. "It's not a big deal," Akiko says with a sniff, clearly uncomfortable. Human emotions. So messy. "Um," Noriko says to Akiko. "I think she's going to try to hug us." Before they can object, I wrap them up in my arms, embracing them both. Akiko pats my back awkwardly, and Noriko is stiff. "I love you," I say, releasing them. "And I know you love me, too.

she could actually be a good person... L-Like she’s a tsundere, or something?

Just drop it already, he has issues, we have history. We're working on it, and you should know now, that he is the biggest damn tsundere in this world.

It's not me you're fighting right now, Tsundere. You're going up against yourself, trying to erase the part that let go in the forest.

She acts all scary, but she's been unusually nice to us, so... I know! She's the Tsundere-type zombie, amiright?!

Anime-isms” like tsunderes, wind blowing up skirts to expose panties, POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, dedicating your life to someone you met 3mins ago, etc aren’t funny or cute to me at all.

Ranta: Let's just pray that she actually is a tsundere... Though, if she were a tsundere, obviously, the one she'd go dere for is me, you know? That's kind of... not so bad, I guess? Moguzo: O-Obviously, she wouldn't go dere for Ranta, I think... Ranta: Oh, shut up, Moguzo!

I hit and kill everyone who gets on my nerves.

I was just tsundering.” “Tsundering…

Your security and safety are paramount," he says. "They come first." "Meaning..." Now I have all his attention. "Technically, I am the boss of you." Oh, he is smug. I purse my lips. I don't care for that at all. "Has anyone ever told you charm isn't your strong suit?" His patience has run out. "Charm doesn't keep royalty alive." Touché.

Alexander may or may not have peeked out of the kitchen office to make sure Eden actually ate the rest of her Asian fusion abomination. Her delicious Asian fusion abomination. As much as it bothers him to admit, Alexander has never tasted anything so amazing before. The sauce was tangy, notes of lime coming to the forefront without being overpowering. The mini pita shells she'd used had been warmed on the skillet, offering a lovely crunchy texture to offset the softness of the Pad Thai.

Maybe we're both reading too much into what the other says." He shrugged. But then he cracked a tiny smile. "Sounds like what you're really saying is that you care about what I say." "Definitely not," I replied automatically, but...well. He wasn't wrong.

Kneeling down next to an article of clothing, Kevin looked up to see Christine a few feet away, gathering up one of her extravagant lolita dresses. Looking at her like this, the girl really did look cute, like a fragile porcelain doll. As he continued to watch her, his eyes landed on the black choker around her neck. “Isn’t that the choker that I bought you for your birthday a while back?” Kevin asked. Christine paused in her work. Her hand went to her choker. “A-ah, um, yes, it is. I… well, this is my… my favorite choker, so I like to wear it a lot…” Christine’s cheeks flushed once more, but she at least didn’t seem to be blowing her top. “After you, Iris, and Lilian left, I was really lonely. I hadn’t realized how important all of you were to me until you were gone. Ever since that day, ever since you three went off to Greece, I’ve taken to wearing this, because it reminded me of all the good times we’ve shared together.” That was probably the most honest thing he’d ever heard Christine say since she’d confessed her feelings for him. He’d noticed it before, but Christine really was a tsundere. She rarely ever told anyone what she was really thinking, and she covered up her embarrassment with bluster and violence. Moments like this were rare for her. He could count the number of times where she’d been honest with her feelings on one hand and still have fingers left over. “I’m sorry we left you like that,” Kevin apologized. Christine shook her head. “You don’t need to apologize. I know that you didn’t have much of a choice. Had you not left, then…” Then he, Lilian, and Iris would have put everyone in danger. Back then, Lilian had been targeted by the Shénshèng Clan. One of its members, a three-tailed kitsune named Fan had attacked them during Lindsay’s soccer game. Iris had nearly been killed and Kevin had destroyed an entire school building just to defeat Fan. Christine had been there when it happened, so she understood why they had to leave. “Thank you for being so understanding,” he said. Christine quickly turned her back to him. “T-there’s no need to thank me. We’re friends. I-I was only doing what any good friend would do.” Tsundere until the end, Kevin thought with an amused chuckle. “Then, Christine, I’m very glad that you’re my friend.” Christine squeaked. As she sputtered incoherently, Kevin finally grabbed the article that he’d been kneeling over. Blinking when he realized that it felt different than everything else that he’d picked up thus far, he held the article up to study it. “What is this…?” He trailed off. The object in his hands… was Christine’s panties. “Uh…” Kevin could hear his brain sizzling. “W-what are you doing, idiot!? Don’t stare at those!” Christine leapt at him, and Kevin, too shocked by the object in his hands to do anything, let her tackle him to the ground. The panties were thrown from his hands as his back slammed into the floor. Spots appeared in his vision, but they were soon replaced by Christine’s face, which hovered not two inches from his own. Their noses were almost touching. “C-Christine?” He felt his eyes widen as Christine’s face inched a little closer to his. This was bad. This was a very bad situation. Christine was straddling him, and he could feel her thighs touching him, and her body was pressed against him, and… and… Oh, no… Perhaps it was the result of him still being horny because Christine had interrupted him and Lilian while they were having sex, but Kevin felt his arousal skyrocket. Christine felt it, too, because her eyes went even wider and she looked down. He also looked down. Then he looked back up. Their eyes met. Christine’s face was the brightest blue that he’d ever seen. “I can explain this,” Kevin said calmly. “KYA!” The sound of Christine’s scream was followed by a loud slap.

I’m fine!” Christine snapped before calming herself. “I wanted to―I needed―I, ah, um… what I mean is… I-want-your-babies!” A stiff breeze blew through the now silent clearing. A tumbleweed rolled between Kevin and Christine. Kevin tracked the tumbleweed until it rolled out of sight, and then turned back to Christine. Um, what?” Kevin looked dumbfounded. “Ne,” Iris leaned into Lilian’s ear again, “what’s up with tsun-tsun over there? She looks like an ice cube.” “Just wait for it,” Lilian whispered back. “Um, Christine, can you repeat that?” Kevin rubbed the back of his head. “I didn’t quite catch that?” It took Christine exactly 2.6 seconds to register her own words. It took another 2.6 seconds to comprehend them. Exactly six seconds after that, Christine’s face exploded with color as steam poured out of her ears. Tsundere protocols: activated. “Y-y-y-you… how dare you, ya damn beast!” Kevin’s eyes widened fractionally. “What—Gu!” He then received a brutal headbutt to the face, which sent him sprawling to the ground. “Y-y-you stupid, IDIOT!” “Holy crap!

Da―wh-w-w-WHAT THE HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?! DON’T GO AROUND KISSING IN PUBLIC! THERE ARE PEOPLE WATCHING!” Lilian clicked her tongue in annoyance after removing her lips from a slightly insensate Kevin. “Considering that Kevin and I are dating, you have no right to tell us what we can and cannot do.” “Sure I do.” Christine’s baleful glare was colder than icicles hanging from a hut in the Arctic Circle. “Someone has to stop you two from acting so promiscuous in public.” “So you say, but I think you’re just jealous.” “Je-je-je―I AM NOT!” “Are too.” “AM NOT!” “Yes, you are.” “NO, I’M NOT!” “No, you’re not!” “YES, I AM!” A pause. It took Christine exactly two seconds to compute what she’d just said. Were her tsundere protocols not already activated, they would have been now. “Y-y-y-y-you…! Shut up! shut up, shut up, shut up!” “Has anyone told you that your voice is really annoying? Your Seiyuu’s not Kugimiya-san, is it?” “What?” Christine couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of that statement.

Gawd, I hope Yukihira is okay. This makes, what, three days in a row he's slept in that kitchen now? Yo, Yukihira. We're coming in. How about you think about taking a break and-" Fell asleep face-first in the sink when he tried to wash up. "Yukihira!" "Oh my gosh, take him to the infirmary! Call an ambulance!" "Mmph? Nikumi? Tadokoro?" "Thank goodness you're awake!" "Idiot! All of this is meaningless if you push yourself to exhaustion before the match even begins!" "Nikumi?" "I'll wash these dishes up for you, so go take a nap or something, got it? Sleep deprivation is the root of a lot of injuries, y'know." "Let me help too!" "Sure, thanks." "Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it.

Oh, so she intended to save me from the very start, huh? What a mean-spirited woman. Is this what people call a tsundere?