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akaashi who works very hard to get muscle references for udai’s manga!! ù_ú⭐️ (why does he keep travelling to osaka to get them, tho??)

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B1 and B2 🍌🍌

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dads doing their best 🤧

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that episode of pokemon where team rocket joins a beach beauty contest and james participates in a tiny bikini and has giant boobs. what did they mean by that

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Shoutout to Haikyuu!! for showing the diversity of the autism spectrum!

We have :

Ushijima "I have no idea of what’s going on" Wakatoshi

Kageyama "I can’t read social cues & it pisses me off" Tobio

Sakusa "Don’t you dare touch me" Kiyoomi

Akaashi "I felt overwhelmed and anxious so I made some very specific lists to feel better" Keiji

Kozume "I was just looking for Pokémon Tier Lists online and ended up not eating, drinking or sleeping for the last 24 hours" Kenma

Kita "Do not disturb my routine under any circumstances" Shinsuke (+ bonus point for the "crackly" jacket)

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War Paint (NSFW)

Background: I was at a con recently and went to a body painting competition panel. The person I went to con with leaned over and asked me what one of “my boys,” as we like to joke, would volunteer to be a model... And this is that idea written out.

Scene: Team Japan and their partners are having a night out to relax as friends when they stumble upon a body painting competition... That’s it

“oooh, guys this looks like fun! Can we join?!” Bokuto and Hinata had both seen the poster as they entered the club and were looking at the rest of their group with shinning, pleading eyes.

“Boke, none of us is an artist.” Kageyama dismissed quickly, tisking softly.

“Oh, are you scared king?” Tsukishima moved up to read the poster around his buff boyfriend, falling into his old taunts of Kageyama and Hinata all too easily. 

“I’m not scared.” Kageyama pouted and crossed his arms, turning away from them a little but not moving away from the little crowed thee eight of them made around the sign. “Bakageyama, it’s not about being an artist, it’s about having fun!” Hinata said excitedly

“Exactly!” Bokuto joined in, turning to try and convince his teammate to join in the fun. “Come on, you don’t even have to be a model if you don’t want to! Just... Pick someone to paint and have fun!”

“I think it could be a good team building thing.” Iwaizumi nodded along. “Working together in some... Uncomfortable situations.” He added before looking off. “So... Who would the models be?”

“I WANNA DO IT!” Both Bokuto and Hinata shouted at the same time. “Well that settles teams...” Kuroo added with a chuckle as he started rolling up his sleeves. “I already let two other people touch my boyfriend, we’re not adding any more to that list.” He laughed as Akaashi hit him playfully.

“I dunno...” Atsumu finally spoke up, cheeks dusting pink. “Isn’t that... I mean... What if someone gets a boner?” 

“Then we get some sexy time when we get home. And we can skip a shower until it’s done.” Bokuto shrugged like it was a normal thing to be stripping naked infant of his teammates and letting his boyfriends paint him.

“No fair! Your team is all you boyfriends!” Hinata took the flier as he lead the way inside. “That really sounds like a you problem shrimpy” Tsukishima taunted. He knew about Kageyama’s feelings for the shortest amongst them, and judging by the blush on Atsumu the bottle blond did as well.��“Who knows, by the end of this maybe you’ll have a harem of your own.”

They opened the door to where the competition was happening and realized they were the only ones there beside the person running it, who looked like they are about to clean up and call it a lost cause. He happily helped them set up before having them draw randomly from a cup to get their tasks. 

The teams had been decided as follows: Bokuto (Model), Akaashi (lead artist), Kuroo, and Tsukishima (assisting artists) naming themselves team boyfriends

Hinata (Model), Iwaizumi (lead artist), Kageyama, and Atsumu (supporting artists) refusing to give themselves a name. Tsukishima mumbled under his breath “team, unrequited love.” Making Kuroo laugh. 

For a wile, it was quiet. The two separate teams stood on either side of the room as the models got settled and folded their cloths safely out of paints way and the teams strategized. They had two hours each to make the best masterpiece they could to the judged when the person running this came back to check on them. Akaashi was quick to divvy up some tasks as he admired his pro-athlete boyfriend, debating where to start as his other two boyfriends got to mixing different colors.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Iwaizumi was trying to do something similar but both Kageyama and Atsumu got distracted looking at Hinata who wasn’t even paying attention, just excited in the moment that he was going to be turned into a piece of art.

Akaashi took his time looking up reference photos and showing them to Kuroo and Tsukishima, sharing what he was thinking before setting them both to work. Tsukishima, being the tallest of the four of them, worked on Bokuto’s back because it would be more comfortable height wise. They took time caressing Bokuto with their hands before the paint and the brushes, giving him words of encouragement as well as each other when they would step back and admire their work every now and again.

As opposed to the team across the room, who started arguing almost immediately when it came to what to do and who would be doing what. Iwaizumi looked like he was going to explode as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Kageyama... Left side, Atsumu... Right side. I will start on his front. Look at the photos on my phone for reference, please.” He sounded exasperated. 

“Come on guys, this is supposed to be fun.” Hinata pouted up at them with big eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted their hands on him. He had liked all of them, and seeing Bokuto’s relationships working made him hopeful that maybe this could open a door for him. But as the three around him continued to argue his hopes were slowly deflating. He looked across at the polycule he admired and saw that they were working so well together.

Kuroo, kneeling next to Bokuto, couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing his boyfriends hip gently before painting over it in a dark color, trying to make his legs look like pants. “careful, or we might get disqualified.” Bokuto said, pointedly not looking down. The sight of Kuroo on his knees always got his blood rushing south, and he was already fighting back getting hard as he shivered under Tsukishima and Akaashi’s long and skilled fingers along his upper half.

“We’ll win if they keep it up. I don’t think they’ve even started painting.” Tsukishima spoke softly near Bokuto’s ear, Akaashi humming in agreement. “And I was sure to put Kuroo on his knees for you, I know how much you like it. Shame...” Akaashi smirked as his masterpiece closed their eyes and surpassed a moan but let out a small whimper. Kuroo took the opportunity to place another kiss along Bokuto’s hip and abdomen as he moved to be kneeling more in front of him. 

“Come on Bo, he looks so good for you.” Tsukishima coaxed as he let his paint covered fingers travel over the shoulder blades in front of him. “We’re not here to win or lose, we’re here to have fun right? So... let's have some fun.”

“Tsukki, you sounded an awful lot like Hinata.” Akaashi teased as he moved his hands over their boyfriends chest, smearing more paint and trying to draw his attention for what could have only been the most interesting spot on the ceiling that Bokuto had ever looked at. “No one made a ‘no sex’ rule. What’s stopping us?” Kuroo teased in a husky voice. 

Bokuto finally broke, looking down and groaning as he was already half hard. “fuck you guys...” He reached out to run his fingers through Kuroo’s already unruly hair, encouraging him now.

“Well, that is kind of the point.” Tsukishima leaned forward to kiss the only place on Bokuto’s neck that he had yet to paint, just under his ear in the sweet spot they all knew would get him going. At the same time Kuroo smirked and took the hardening dick in his mouth, teasing the tip a little with his tongue before sucking. The moan their model let out was like musing to their ears, soft but full of want.

Hinata glared from across the room, folding his arms over his chest before looking away. That’s all he wanted... Well... Maybe not that specifically right now. But damn it he was horny and lonely and this had been the perfect opportunity. But he was still bare skinned and naked and Bokuto was over there mostly covered in one color paint and getting his rocks off.

Iwaizumi seemed to realize the shift in their model, being that he wasn’t arguing any more and letting Atsumu and Kageyama go at it. He followed the spit fire’s longing gaze and something seemed to click for him. He swallowed hard before leaning down to whisper to Hinata when he wasn’t paying attention. “You wish that was you huh?”

Hinata turned to look up at him, blush spreading over his cheeks and down his chest a little. Iwaizumi smiled kindly before continuing. “I’m not completely blind. Or stupid. What one of you set this up? We’re the only ones here and it’s just... A little too convenient.”

“I... Bo helped but... It was my idea.” Hinata blushed more. Atsumu and Kageyama had finally stopped arguing to listen. “Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Iwaizumi asked gently making Hinata roll his eyes a little. “Have you met our setters?”

“Hey!” They both said at the same time before glaring at one another. “I have... But the reason they work so well is because they communicate. And being together as long as they have helps.” Iwaizumi added. “Can I touch you?” He asked as he lifted a hand towards Hinata’s face, the little ginger nodded eagerly. “It’s only what I’ve wanted all night.”

Iwaizumi chuckled softly before holding his face gently. “I’m flattered Hinata. Really.” He turned to look at the two setters on either side of them slowly before continuing with a blush of his own. “And... I’d be willing to see where this goes if they are.”

(I have to go to bed now. But I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS BECAUSE WHOLY SHIT WHO AM I?!)

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Good morning

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i think every gay person should get a monthly stipend for. piercings and such also beverages. and i think every trans person should get to hit people with sticks legally

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AtsuHina Actors AU (An idea)

Hinata sat behind the long table, smiling and signing autographs for his fans, taking pictures and talking with them animatedly. This was arguably one of his favorite things to do for his job, he loved meeting the fans and answering the questions that he could.

"Why isn't Atsumu here with you today?" Had to be the questions he answered the most. Usually he and his co-star did these meet and greets together, giving the fans what they really wanted. And for them it wasn't even really acting, sure they'd dramatize and act up more than they normally would, but the two were together so acting like a couple wasn't acting at all.

"He said he had his own thing today, I think it's a photo shoot. I'm not sure." Hinata just plastered his usual happy smile on his face as he signed away and took more pictures with his fans. That's when he started to hear the whispers, as the line progressed.

"Did you see him? I can't believe he's here. Was that really him?" Fans were whispering. Hinata had his head down writing, so he didn't see the person cutting everyone in line to get to the front. When he looked up to hand off his specialized note he froze.

Atsumu was standing there, baseball cap low over his eyes and trying to cover his freshly dyed hair, mask on, sunglasses on, and a zip-up hoodie that he would normally never wear. He didn't say anything as the crowed behind them buzzed with whispers and anticipation.

"Tsum-tsum?"

"How'd you know it was me?" Atsumu practically wined, the cool posture he had taken with his hands in his pockets and back straight immediately changing as he sagged his shoulders in defeat. Hinata covered his mouth to hide his giggles

"Why are you here? I thought you had your own event today." Hinata stood and moved to the picture area to let Atsumu back behind the table.

"I did, it's over now. I was just getting my hair done and having lunch with 'Samu. He says hi, by the way and made you some onigiri. I put it in the fridge already for when you're done here." Atsumu pulled Hinata into a tight hug as soon as they were behind the table. Hinata hugged back, burying his face in his boyfriends neck a little before pulling away to get back to work. "That was sweet of him. I'll have to call and thank him later."

"No bother callin' I invited him to dinner. You can just thank him tonight." Atsumu slipped around him, grazing his hand along Hinata's waist as he went to take a seat, taking off his failed disguise and smiling slyly. Hinata went to sit by him, getting back to work. It was arguably more difficult now with his boyfriends hand occasionally sliding up and down his leg or resting on his knee under the table where fans couldn't see.

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I don’t fully know what’s going on but I’d support AO3’s freeland freewill motto always. AO3 was born for fandom culture. It’s NOT a freaking educational website or something that has to holds a better image to the public.

The public isn’t supposed to see AO3. At all??!!

It’s for the fandoms for god’s sake. It isn’t your troply to show off. Why can’t you just leave us alone.

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"...  even though I am not studying the same thing and will have no practical use for that information.” Oikawa blinked down at the complicated mathematics he was trying to memorize, not realizing he had been repeating the same formula over and over.

He didn’t bother with a response as he moved on to a different topic, the nagging feeling that the voice in his head seemed more familiar than he’d like to believe being pushed aside. Because… “Surely if they’d met in high school he would have remembered it, right? This isn’t what they really sound like, it’s just what they think they sound like…”

“We’ve met before, a few times actually. I know that this is exactly what you sound like. But, I will leave you alone now. We both need to study. Good luck on your exams.” That last remark made Oikawa blink more in confusion. They had met before? But he hadn’t had that moment of realization that they talk about on TV or in the movies. 

Abandoning his studies Oikawa did what he was best at in these situations. He crawled into bed with his laptop and put on a volleyball game that he could analyze, letting his emotions settle and his mind quiet for the first time that night. He fell asleep to the sounds that used to fill his daily life, forgetting to charge his phone and leaving his lamp light on over his desk, curled up under his blankets and trying to forget the nagging feeling that he knew who was on the other end of his connection. That night he dreamt of what could have been of his volleyball career, about how he had been scouted but ultimately dropped when he pushed himself a little too hard one day, resulting in a re-injuring of his knee. The bitter taste of a lifelong dream being ripped away like his ACL and damaged like his meniscus still rose like bile in the back of his mouth when he thought about it too much.

Morning came much too quickly, and with it came the loud assault of fists on his door shocking him awake. “Shitty-Kawa, I swear if you’re not actually in here I’m gonna find you and…!” Iwaizumi didn’t get to finish his sentence when Oikawa opened the door. “You’ll what Iwa? Kill me? Send me to therapy? Tell my mom?” He teased morosely before stepping aside and letting the man in, going to tidy up his desk.

“I tried texting you and calling. Is your phone off?” Iwaizumi closed the door behind himself as he moved into the room, going to sit on a stool by the window, watching Oikawa closely, feeling the somber aura of the room.

“It died, I forgot to charge it last night. I didn’t have any exams today so I didn’t think it mattered.” Oikawa tapped some papers into a neat pile on his desk before setting them aside. “Why are you here? You know I didn’t have any exams today, and I don’t have class until later.” He flopped himself back onto his bed to charge his phone and laptop, shimmying back under his blankets in the process.

Soulmate's AU

What is it when the voice in your head isn't yours? And you don't think you've ever heard it spoken out loud before, but then again... You've never put a face to the voice. You've tried. And you've come up with what you think the person might look like, but that doesn't mean that it's them. Scientists say when you meet your soulmate you'll just know. The voice will become more clear, it will sound more like that person and less like what they think they sound like. Does that make sense? Of course there were a few 'rules' like if your soulmates tries to tell you their name through thought, you simply cannot hear it. You hear nothing. So it's easier to just not ask.

That's the predicament Tooru Oikawa finds himself in. Sitting at the desk in his dorm room, thankful not for the first time that he was fortunate to get a single room. He was also thankful that for the most part, the voice in his head was quiet. His apparent soulmate wasn't one to bother and seemed to have a level head. He sometimes felt sorry for whoever it was, knowing that he himself was sometimes prone to fits of anxiety so bad that he'd be curled up under his blankets for days until eventually Iwaizumi would come and drag him outside to touch grass and feel the sun on his face, like he was a plant that was getting malnourished from being planted in the shade. These bouts of anxiety were also usually linked to that voice, sometimes silent for so long that he'd forget about it. And when it'd pop up he would become so overwhelmed with it that he wouldn't know what to do, even if it was just a little 'hello' as a way to try and reach out. His soulmate honestly didn't deserve someone like him.

It was one of these days, sitting at his desk, anxiety growing over midterms, when the voice bubbled up unbidden. Oikawa stiffened, clutching his pencil tightly as he grit his teeth. "I am sorry that I have been bothering you a lot lately. I do not mean it as an intrusion, I just wanted to make sure you are okay. I don't know if you realize this or not but all of the worried thoughts you are having have been filling my mind. And I have heard the formula that you think you will forget so many times I myself don't think I will forget it any time soon, even though I am not studying the same thing and will have no practical use for that information.”

(too be continued)

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Deaf!Oikawa (Just a little idea I've been working on)

Oikawa stayed by the bar, eyes closed and a drink in his hand. He felt the heavy bass beat around him, shaking his body. The strobing lights flashing so brightly he could see them even with his eyes closed. He felt a tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes, turning around to smile at the bartender who happened to be his best friend growing up.

“Not dancing tonight?” Iwaizumi signed fluently. Oikawa shook his head and finished his drink, holding up his glass as his way of asking for another. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes before turning to make another mixed drink, sliding it across the bar carefully. “I’m cutting you off after this.”

Oikawa pouted. “No fun Iwa-Chan.” He picked up his new drink and turned back to the dance floor. It’s not that he didn’t want to go out and be in the crowd of people. He just didn’t want to have to once again deal with people trying to flirt with him and him having no idea until they get pissed off and storm away, thinking they’re being ignored.

Oikawa pounded his fist on the bar to get Iwaizumi’s attention, setting his drink down and signing for the bathroom before turning and heading off through the throngs of people. As he walked, his heart beat synced up to the new bass pulsing through the air as the song changed.

He squinted against the brighter lights that illuminated the bathroom hallway, the one part of this club that he really didn’t like because he always felt blinded and disoriented coming from the dark of the main club. He stumbled back when he bumped into someone coming out of the bathroom. 

Hands were on his shoulders, steadying him as he righted himself. He blinked up a few times, taking in the concerned face of the silver haired man who had almost knocked him over. Finally he looked down at the mana lips to try and read them, shaking his head when the man was speaking too quickly. 

He stepped away and pointed to his ear, shaking his head, trying to convey that he couldn’t hear. The mana expression softened a little and he repeated himself slowly. “Are you okay?” Oikawa smiled shyly and nodded before pointing to the door behind them, still needing to use the bathroom. The silver haired man stepped aside to let him by, watching him with a mild curiosity. 

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Background: gender-bent Miya Twins/Trans masc. Atsumu. They both still play on the boys volleyball team for Inarizaki because the school doesn’t have the female equivalent. Atsumu has come out to his teammates and they’re all supportive but not his parents yet because he’s scared of how they’re going to react.

Scene: Atsumu is upset at being misgendered by a classmate and is trying to hide in the club room. And go…

“Yo, scrub. You in here?” Osamu called as she opened the door to the club room. “Suna saw you runnin’ up here so don’t try and hide!” She closed the door behind her and started walking to the far corner where she heard some shuffling. “It’s just us. You don’t have to hide…” she stopped in front of her brother and pulled the maroon jacket from off his head. “What happened?” She asked more gently than she’s been speaking this whole time, slowly moving to sit on one of the benches next to him.

Atsumu’s eyes were red rimmed and a little puffy with his attempts to not cry. He just shook his head and looked away from his twin, crossing his arms over his knees and hiding his face away with a sniffle. “It’s dumb…” he mumbled.

“Not if you’re upset about it.” Osamu knew she could be hard on him sometimes, needling and pushing him to be better. But she knew when he needed a softer touch, and now was one of those times. “Suna said he heard somethin’ about one of the guys in your class…?” She waited to see if he’d tell her himself, watching him as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Just tell me who’s ass I have to kick.”

“No one. It’s stupid. Can we just drop it?” He tried to rub at his eyes discreetly. “Nope.” Osamu popped the ‘p’ annoyingly, leaning back. “Kita said we aren’t starting practice ‘till yer little melt down is done. He’s not even letting anyone else in here. So…” She leaned forward again. “The sooner you talk to me. The sooner we can go play and forget anything happened. But… Take your time if you have to. No one’s gonna be mad. ‘Kay? And as your older sister, it’s my job to take care of you and kick anyone’s ass I need to. So. Names are helpful.”

Atsumu lifted his head up slowly, blinking at her before glaring with no real effect. “Older by 2 minutes.”

“Yeah, best two minutes of my life.” She smiled playfully, happy to at least have gotten him talking.

With a small sigh, Atsumu leaned back against the wall and relaxed out of his curled up position. “It was just some kid… He said some shitty things about me. Like… Not being a real guy ‘cuz I was born a girl. Just… the usual shit.”

“You’re more of a man then anyone I know. I don’t know any guy that could stand the periods we have to go through and still be able to play volleyball like you do.” She started to stand up, rolling up her sleeves a little.

“What are you doing?” Atsumu scrambled to his feet and followed Osamu to the door in a mild panic. She looked back at him and smiled innocently. “I’m gonna pay him a visit. He wants to get his shit handed to him by a girl, well… He picked the wrong fucking twin then huh?” She opened the door to the club room, Kita was standing guard in front of it and Suna was leaning on the wall next to it.

“Oh, going after someone?” Suna looked up at them lazily as he pushed off the wall. “Count me in.” He turned to Kita and waved. “We’ll be back. Gotta handle a thing. The less you know the better.”

Kita rolled his eyes but didn’t ask questions, he knew better where those three where concerned.

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Made by one of my besties for my story “11,221 Miles to home” https://archiveofourown.org/works/38122150/chapters/95233018

Thank you @iwasimp

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Fic thought. IwaOi post break up, they haven’t had a chance to tell anyone yet and have to go to a family function and have to pretend to be a couple

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A little sneak peak into a new story I'm working on.

“Hey, thanks for going to pick her up from preschool. Yeah I’m almost done. Tsukki’s here to help me with some of the heavier boxes and my equipment… If you wouldn’t mind that’d be really helpful… Okay, we’ll see you guys soon.” Tadashi smiled softly and hung up, going back to packing his boxes. “Hitoka just got out of work. She’s gonna get Keiko and some pizza for dinner then they’ll both be home.” He slipped his phone into his pocket before taping a box shut.

“So we don’t have much time to pack up princess dresses before a full blown melt down, got it.” Kei nodded as he put the various sparkly dresses in a box labeled Keiko’s dress-up clothes. “Do you guys really have to move back home?”

“Yeah…” He nodded with a small sigh. “I’m not really growing at the studio anymore under someone else's name. And I can’t raise a daughter in a one bedroom apartment. She needs her own room, space to grow… I already enrolled her in kindergarten with my mom’s address.” Kei nodded as Tadashi moved to start packing some of the lesser used toys that his daughter wouldn’t notice were missing. Kei knew all of this already he just wasn’t ready to admit that he was going to miss a toddler or his best friend. He had fallen in love with taking the little girl to work with him and teaching her all about the dinosaurs and showing her some more age appropriate exhibits.

“I’m gonna bring some of these boxes down to the truck. Just… Make sure not to pack Deno the dino, she loves that thing.” He groaned as he picked up maybe a few more boxes than was safe to and shuffled out of the room to bring them to the moving truck he had rented. Tsuki picked up the little stuffed dino he had gotten Keiko for her last birthday and set it on her little bed before going back to packing up her dress-up things, taping the box shut when it was full and moving on to the next. He hadn’t realized how much he had personally spoiled the girl until now when he picked things up and realized it was he who got something for her. He cursed himself a little as he started on the new box for her actual clothes. 

Tadashi came back, empty handed. “Right… So… I guess just my clothes and the bedroom furniture and that’s it…” He looked around the mostly empty room. “This is… Surreal.” He unfolded a box onto his striped bed, wrote his name on it, and started dumping the clothes from his dresser into it with now rhyme or reason. “I remember… Picking this place out with Kaiya before we knew she was pregnant. Signing the lease…”

Kei smiled a little, finishing his task and standing. “I remember helping you move in, and being mad at you for how expensive this place was when you could have been just outside the city in something bigger for less.”

“But she wanted to live in the heart of the city. Then when she found out she was pregnant started looking for something with two bedrooms. But we couldn’t get out of this lease so I stayed here…” He trailed off with a little sigh again, stuffing the box beyond full and taping it up before moving on to the next one.

“I remember the day we brought Keiko home…” Kei picked up the stuffed dino again. “And sleepless nights on your couch. I’m glad you’re getting a new one, that one’s lumpy. No one’s going to want to sleep on it.” Tadashi rolled his eyes at his childhood best friend. “The only things coming from here are my bed frame and the dressers. We’re getting new mattresses and I’m gonna get her a whole bedroom set. I think she’ll really like that.” Kei nodded in agreement.

“I’m gonna bring these down. Is there anything else that can go now?” He hoisted up some boxes and started for the door. Tadashi shook his head. “No, after this box it’s just the furniture… Then we’re finally out of here.” He taped his last box closed and followed Kei out to the truck, making sure to push the boxes back so there was room for the furniture. All of this was going to sit in the driveway of his new house so he could paint and get the minor things fixed up so it would be all ready for them. “So. Mom was asking me the other day and I haven’t had a chance to answer her.” Tadashi said before jumping out of the back of the truck. “Are you staying with us? Or are you guys going next door to your moms?”

“Probably going to my mom’s. I haven’t had time to go visit so I should probably spend some time with her.” They headed back into the apartment, propping doors open as they went so they could move the big furniture. “Right, that’s what I figured. I’ll let mom know before we leave. ‘Course, you and I both know that’s not gonna get you out of her hugs and line of questioning.  So don’t think you’re safe.” He grabbed some rubber gloves and handed a pair to Kei so they could more easily grip the heavy pieces. 

Kei laughed softly and shook his head as he pulled them on. “Yeah, yeah. Your mom loves to interrogate me and ask if I've found someone yet.” He pushed his glasses up as he rolled his eyes....