h3rmess

[h3rmess]

i need him canonically

All I want is for Asahi to hit it from the back. He has the absolute most perfect build and physique for it.

Huge hands coving your hips, long hair tucked behind his ear, broad chest and shoulders that casts a Shadow over your whole backside ⁉️

He'd run his long tanned fingers over your spine and sides, taking in the soft skin while his hips gently nudged at your plump ass. Eventually they'd creep down to your lower belly to feel how perfectly he fills you🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

A/N: please excuse my filth

[h3rmess]

GUYS GUYS GUYS should i join in on kinktober??

i wanted to last year but i kinda sorta gave up.

if i do it, i’ll probably post 2 different smuts for every week.

WHICH CHARACTERS SHOULD I DO??

[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

EXTRA) - 3D

18+ content ahead!! afab reader | not proofread | 2.9k words

Since meeting you, Karasu hasn’t been very active on Tik Tok; mainly because he’s been wanting to spend every waking moment with you. On this particular day, you’re busy with all of the missed assignments that had been piling up over the past couple of weeks, thus making you unable to see him. Such a cruel teacher, giving you assignments like their life depended on it. It’s not like they even read your work, so what’s the point of putting in any effort in the first place? You could’ve put this time into something useful, like Karasu.

You miss him so, so much. The way he stares you down as if he’s looking right through you, the smirk he gives you which gets you all flustered, the way he flushes when he kisses you and how he can’t give you just one kiss.

You pout, typing away on your laptop, the monotone sound of the keys on the keyboard starting to irritate you. Time to give up. With a heavy sigh, you shut your laptop. You had completed all but one assignment, so it was fine, right?

Your body is so heavy, you can barely be bothered to walk. You drag your feet as you leave your desk and head towards your bed. Once you reach your haven, you lift up your covers to find your phone (you had hidden it so that you wouldn’t get distracted).

It’s practically muscle memory at this point: you unlock your phone and open Tik Tok, only to be met by the most glorious sight you’ve ever seen. Karasu. Your eyes start to water and your heartbeat quickens. There are hearts in your eyes, your thumb reaching for the like button with intent to devour him. There he is, in a compression shirt in his dimly lit room but my goodness does he look spectacular. His eyes are lidded, his trademark grin on his lips; not to mention his hair. It’s a rare sight: his hair down and clearly wet. He must’ve just had a shower. He smiles and sticks his tongue out slightly, and that’s when you lose all rationality.

You scream and throw your phone away, your face completely flushed at this point, completely disregarding the noise complaint you had received earlier this month as a result of your fangirling. Why is he so hot?

After a while, you search for your phone again, and watch the video again… and again… maybe 27 times? Not that you’re counting. Your thumb inevitably hits the comment button and you are met with a sea of girls thirsting over him. It feels like you’re just another fangirl, and you might get lost in the crowd. A pang of jealousy hits you, and the only way to combat it is of course by leaving a comment yourself. There’s a variety of comments you could’ve chosen from, for example: “raw. I mean awww” or “alright who took my pants?” or one of your favourites, “It’s ALL over the screen.”, but you settle on the classic, “raw, next question.”. You hesitate a little but decide to post the comment for the plot because what’s the worst that could happen?

Somehow, a few seconds after you comment that, you see a message come in from the ‘MANSHINE BOYS(+y/n)’ group chat and of course it’s from Reo as usual.

One thing about you: you will NEVER be one to back out of a dare. You feel loopy - almost drunk - clicking on Karasu's contact, met with the messages regarding your failed meet-up. You huff, still thinking about what to say. You remember Chigiri's words , 'Take it in stride.'. So, you do exactly that. You fix your slumped posture and take a sip out of the water bottle that has been sitting on the floor next to your bed since last night, untouched. Clearing your throat, you let your thumb hold the 'record' button down and start to speak in a low yet flirty voice. You are sure to repeat his name a couple of times in the message, speaking to him about how you commented on his video, how good he looks with his hair like that, how you'd do anything to be there with him. You feel your body temperature rising at the thought of touching him in such an explicit way, almost letting out a moan before ending your voice message.

The speed at which he opens your message is astonishing - formidable even. Though he has seen your message, he doesn't respond. 'What's going on? Why is he leaving me on read? Did I say something weird?' Every possible scenario engulfs your mind, making you a prisoner to your own worries.

This is short lived as just a minute later, he responds with a picture. It's clear that he still adorns the same compression shirt as he wore in the video, but now, you can see more. A lot more. Just the angle at which he took the photo begins to arouse you, however, as you begin to pay more attention, you realise that this image is nothing short of pornographic - a vulgar display for your eyes only. Or, at least, that's how it feels. Your ovulation mindset acts as a hallucinogen, taking the image and filtering it in your brain in order to curate the most smutty reproduction within your mental capabilities.

In your mind, it feels as if his naked body is being presented to you - the most obscene, lewd image from the depths of your fantasies has come to fruition. In reality, he is showing you his boner that is very prominent through his grey sweatpants. Though it is not the dirtiest image he could have sent, the fact that you and Karasu have not gone much further than hot make-out sessions with a side of dry-humping proves to make you even more worked up by this sight.

The photo is accompanied by a message that reads, 'Look at what you've done to me'. This is most definitely a moment that you will remember and celebrate later on. Right now, despite your bashfulness, you feel obliged to call him, to see his face. You press on the button in the corner of your screen, slightly startled by the fact that Karasu picks up right away, but then again, it's Karasu, what more can you expect?

"Ya caught me at a bad time, pretty." He looks and sounds pained which makes your mind spiral with ideas of what could possibly be wrong.

"What happened, are you okay?" You question immediately.

Karasu presents his usual, snarky attitude when he replies, "More than okay. Yer voice is just so sexy, got me all worked up." You can barely see his face as he throws his head back. "Sorry, this is a little pervy of me, ain't it?"

You're still oblivious as to what he's talking about. "What is pervy of you?" Your question is immediately answered when you hear him whimper, followed by repeated sloppy noises. Ohhh...

You feel yourself get wet immediately at the thought of him getting off to your voice. "Tabito..." You purr and watch his eyes squeeze shut.

"Fuck... stop that or I'm gonna come."

"Show me, Tabito. Please?" Your voice is sultry and dark, purposefully done to ensure that Karasu listens because you know he can't resist it. He picks up his phone and props it up against his bed-side table. He is currently sitting at his desk, clearly doing some sort of studying. He spins on his chair to face the camera, showing you exactly what he's doing. His tip is red and furious, very obviously sensitive. His hand moves up and down his length and my goodness is it bigger than you has imagined. You thought he'd be about 5 inches and not very thick, but it would have to be 6 - no- almost 7 inches and very girthy.

He watches as your jaw drops in awe, your face becoming ruddy. He grins as his hips buckle and his pace quickens.

"Gonna come... fuck..." And the he erupts. He shoots his cum all over his stomach - a hefty load. You can't help but bite back a moan, slowly moving your hips to rub yourself against your bed in order to gain some relief.

You have no words. Karasu's head is slung back over his chair, his chest heaving, his dick softening. What the hell did you just experience? And why was it turning you on so much?

"Ya know..." Karasu starts, his voice hoarse. "I didn't take ya to be a freak. Watching me get off like that..." He reaches over his desk to grab some tissues, cleaning himself up diligently. "Not gonna say anything?"

You try to, you really do, but it seems as if your brain has short-circuited.

"Fucked dumb when I haven't even touched ya yet? How will you handle the real thing?"

"I can handle it." You speak suddenly.

"Yeah? Ya sure about that?"

How did Karasu get in your bed? Oh, it must've been because of the way you insisted that you could take him, telling him you'd behave and do exactly as he says.

He sits down after locking the door to your room, cementing the fact that this is happening. Now. His eyes are like a hawk - predatory, dangerous. This is a side of him that you’ve never seen before; maybe because he’s good at concealing what he doesn’t want others to see.

His gaze makes you shiver with anticipation, ready for whatever he has planned out for you. Your panties are already drenched at this point - I mean, how could they not be? It’s Karasu we’re dealing with here: the man who’s almost telepathic - able to tell you exactly what he’s going to do to you with a single look.

He doesn't speak, doesn't utter a word. Instead, his hand meets your jaw with a firm grip, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a heated lips. He's hungry, desperate, like he's been itching to get his hands on you. You grip his hair softly, moving yourself onto his lap hurriedly.

Karasu eats away at your lips with even more vigour than he had shown before. You arch your back, pushing yourself towards him, desperate for more. He chuckles softly into the kiss, his hands now firmly gripping your hips, moving them so you're rubbing against his groin. He groans, opening his mouth in the process - almost as if he's losing it. You take this as an invitation, your tongue making contact with his, caressing it softly. Karasu pulls back briefly, a longing look in his eyes, before moving to kiss you once more.

It's messy - some may even say filthy - his mouth is opened so wide that his saliva begins to drip down his own chin; a clear display of his desperation. He pulls away once more, his lips now targeting your neck. You mewl quietly, gripping his hair even tighter.

Karasu's right hand moves down toward your waistband, dancing along it dangerously.

"Can I?" He questions simply, not wanting to waste a single second.

You nod in response and watch how the renowned smirk forms on his lips, his hand pulling down your shorts curtly.

"Lift up." He orders and you obey. After all, who are you to deny Karasu when you both want this so badly?

He swiftly moves your panties to the side, taking a look at the damage he's caused. He looks proud, his slender finger running along your slit, collecting a small amount of your slick in the process. He makes eye-contact with you, sticking his slick-covered finger into his mouth, tasting you. You can't help but moan a little, aching for his touch.

His wet finger make its way down to your slit again, this time spreading you apart. His left hand is on your right thigh, pushing it so that he can see all of you. His fingers dance over your clit, circling it in a teasing manner.

"Tabito..." His name leaves your mouth sweetly.

"Yes, pretty? Ya want more?" His eyes are fixed on your soft, glistening pussy, touching it with pure fascination.

"Mhm.." You try to squeeze your thighs together but he doesn't let you, pushing them back open.

"Have you forgotten yer manners? Yer supposed to say please when ya want somethin'." The tips of his middle and index fingers slip in and out of your hole, not going in fully just yet.

"Please, Tabito..." Your hands are on your thighs, scrunched into fists.

"Please what? C'mon, be specific." He probes, riling you up.

"Please... I need you to fuck me." You beg, your face flushed.

Karasu moves his hands away and looks up as if he's considering whether he should do it or not. "Well... if ya want it so bad, I guess I have no choice, huh?"

He grabs your ankle , pulling you towards the centre of the bed. You fall onto your back and immediately sit back up to take off your top and lace bra, giving Karasu ample time to remove his own clothing.

Karasu's hands grasp your breasts firmly. "You've been hiding these from me this whole time..." He says in awe, instantly moving to kiss one of your nipples. Your breath hitches as he sucks on it, his togue tracing over it.

He moves away, his attention going back to your pussy. His cock is out now - visible to you in the flesh for the first time. He rubs the tip against your clit. "Are you sure you want this, baby?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You affirm and watch how Karasu's eyes light up, eager.

He pushes into your opening warily as to not hurt you. The stretch you feel from him is something that could be classed as addictive, even though it's your first time feeling it. His hands take hold of your hips. His begins to thrust, his movements tender at first, but the gradually becoming rougher as he put more power into them. He grips onto the fat on your hips, groaning as he move. You whine, your hands moving to his shoulders.

"I can't believe- ah... I was missing out on this..." His pace increases as he leans down to kiss you hungrily. His meticulous fingers move to your nub once again, rubbing it in circles just like before. Your eyes threaten to shut, but Karasu grabs your face before that can happen.

"Look at me." He says, now thrusting even harder. "Ya said you'd take raw, didn't ya? You gonna be a good girl and prove that to me?" His words make you feel so embarrassed, yet so, so aroused. You squeeze around him and he smiles.

"You like that, huh?" He lets go of your face, now moving to place both of your legs over his right shoulder.

"Tabito. what are you- nn-ahh.." He cuts you off with a harsh thrust which hits your g-spot perfectly.

He gives you a knowing, smug look before hitting it again, and again, and again. You can't help but cry out, wanting to put him in a headlock and punch him until he stops smirking like that - but you can't, it just feels too good.

"Tabi... 'm so close... mmh.." You look him in the eyes and he stops smirking, his dick twitching inside of you.

"Don't look at me...mm... like that." He's the first to break eye-contact, instead focusing on the way he goes in and out of you so perfectly. The sloppy noises that your pussy is producing alongside the sound of your skin making contact turns him on more than he'd like to admit. He'll definitely be jerking off to this memory for a while.

"You've forgotten yer manners, princess. Ask- hah... ask nicely." His abdomen tenses as he tries to hold back his own orgasm.

"Please can I come..?" The words spill out of your mouth as you can't hold it any longer.

Karasu's thumb presses against your clit, his thrust still ongoing as he tries to articulate his thoughts. "Come fer me... wanna see ya make a mess all over me." He commands and you oblige, your release following his speech. Your orgasm is nothing short of violent: you cant keep still, your hips lifting off of the bed as you call out his name for the hundredth time. Your cum coats the base of his dick, its slippery nature adding to all the noise in the room.

Karasu's restraint is admirable: he waits until you come down from your high before pulling out and immediately spilling his load all over your stomach. He whimpers- something you thought you would never hear from Karasu.

He instantly collapses onto the bed, catching his breath next to you.

"That was so good... it hurt." Karasu's eyes are shut as he speaks, his dick softening against his abs.

"Mhm..." Is all you manage to respond with, your body absolutely beat and battered.

Karasu opens his eyes and turns onto his side. "Wanna do it again?"

Your eyes snap open as you roll over to face him. "You just said it hurt!"

"I fear you've turned me into a masochist."

"Get out of my room." You state firmly, sarcastically.

"You could just say no..." He rolls his eyes dramatically.

masterlist

-> HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARASU!!!!!!!!!

-> guys this is my first time writing actual sex pls cut me some slack 💔

-> i hope i did karasu justice here

-> i wrote most of this in the dark so if there are typos just blame the darkness

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[h3rmess]

GUYS THIS IS AMAZING!! THEY SHOULD BE IN THE HOST CLUB FR

Yoshiki and Hikaru serving in Ohshc uniforms

@h3rmess hereeee, sorry if it looks bad I did this in an hour and I draw on my switch😭🥺

Hopefully their niches come across well

[h3rmess]

i just know iwaizumi is the type of guy to hang up on oikawa as soon as he answers the phone.

oikawa will be like “hey iwa-” and suddenly the call has ended.

i need to finish haikyuu sighh

[h3rmess]

I’M NOT OKAY!!!

i just finished reading killing stalking a few hours ago and i’m still crying HELP

GUYS SANGWOO IS SUCH A WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER I LOVE HIM

it actually broke my heart that in his last moments he was calling out to yoon bum bc it reminded me of my other goat who died (light yagami)

my favourite genre of character

[h3rmess]

i would personally run into his room and scare him out of sleep every night to prevent this from happening

a face only hikaru could love 💔💔

[h3rmess]

in my mind hiori is like light yagami

i think we forget that hiori is a self-proclaimed “ultra-sadist”. this makes me think he’s genuinely crazy.

he definitely sits in his room and schemes against his opponents in whatever game he’s playing, then starts laughing manically on the voice chat.

He screams, “THIS IS MY PERFECT VICTORY! THAT’S RIGHT, I WIN!!” and his parents are immediately concerned.

He’s definitely played some very evil pranks in school and gotten away with it every time because he’s perceived as a quiet kid.

[h3rmess]

guys i love doing my writing on a laptop, it makes me feel like a professional. this is definitely the best decision ive made

[h3rmess]

WE are reading wrong contact right person guys

WRONG CONTACT, RIGHT PERSON chapter 1: read at 2:34 AM

Includes: isagi x fem!reader pairing, bsf is mina from mha, reader is down BAD for isagi, second-hand embarrasment, wrote this as a cope for a chem project i have to do. unfortunately i do not have an isagi irl.

You hate Thursday nights.

Not in a "Ugh, tomorrow's Friday" way. No. In a “burn it down and salt the earth” kind of way. It’s the one time of the week your best friend slash emotional support human Mina goes off the grid for her pottery class or cult meeting or whatever it is she does where phones are apparently illegal.

It’s also, and of course, the exact time your roommate hosts her weekly rager, like clockwork. Somehow, she has friends. Somehow, they all come over. Somehow, they all forget that people live here.

Every Thursday, without fail, you barricade yourself in your room with a chair and a prayer, pretending not to hear the EDM vibrating your walls, or the loud thump of the bass you could probably use as a vibrator if you were desperate enough. You've seen one too many couples try to hook up on your bed like it’s a public bench. You once caught a guy trying to microwave leftover sushi in your microwave, in your room while high. You’re still emotionally recovering.

But this Thursday in particular is extra shitty. Your chemistry professor assigned a two-part partner project, one written and one lab, in which you have to "create" a new chemical. Not actually—thank God, because most of your classmates still think H2O is a conspiracy. You're 80% sure someone thought "base pairs" were a kind of shoe.

To really twist the knife, he let everyone choose their own partners, which is code for “Let the social butterflies survive and the awkward introverts perish.”

You, naturally, perished.

Until Isagi Yoichi, human golden retriever and campus sweetheart, walked up and said, "Wanna be partners?" Like it was nothing. Like he wasn’t handing you an academic life raft in the middle of your social shipwreck.

He’s short, kind of. Cute, definitely. Smart, annoyingly so. He's got this sprout of hair that defies gravity and fashion, and he smiles like it’s his full-time job. You’ve seen him help people carry boxes, tutor someone in physics, and hold the door open for five people in a row. He’s one of those people.

And now, it’s Thursday night, and you’re in your room, supposedly working on the chem project, but actually contemplating how stupidly hot your lab partner is.

Like, unnecessarily hot. For no reason. Offensive, even.

You’re chewing on the end of your pen, staring blankly at your laptop while your brain replays today’s class like it’s an Oscar-nominated short film called "Isagi Yoichi Being Hot for No Damn Reason." You knew you were down bad when he started typing. That’s it. Just typing. But somehow his hands looked like they belonged in a commercial for luxury watches or sin. Long fingers, smooth movements, the kind of stuff you'd write fanfic about if you had the energy and less shame.

Then there was the stretch... Oh god, the stretch.

He leaned back in his chair, arms over his head, spine popping like a bag of microwave popcorn, and let out this soft, totally accidental groan that your ears heard and your heart took personally. You almost blacked out. You might have. There’s a whole minute of class you don’t remember.

And don’t even get started on the jaw thing—the little thing he does with his fingers when he’s concentrating, resting his middle and ring finger along the edge of his face like he’s in a cologne ad. Sometimes he curls them, flexes his hand a little. For no reason. You’re a college student, not a saint.

You try to focus. You really do. You open the doc. You reread the prompt. Something about compound structures and hypothetical chemical bonding. It all looks like gibberish now. You blink at the screen for so long you disassociate and briefly believe you're a beaker.

But then you remember the way his fingers danced across the keyboard like he was composing symphonies. With chemistry notes. You want to scream. Or punch something. Or both.

You switch tabs. You open your notes. Bad idea. His handwriting is in there. Slanted and neat and weirdly elegant. Like his hands aren’t already haunting you. Fantastic.

You close the doc. You open it again. You close it again. You stare at your ceiling, hoping divine intervention will strike you dead or at least give you a lobotomy.

It doesn’t.

Instead, your phone buzzes from across the bed. A text from someone at the party asking if you want to shotgun a beer. You consider saying yes just to escape this brain prison.

You sigh, dramatic and loud, flopping back on your mattress like a Victorian widow. “Get a grip,” you whisper. “He’s just a guy. A hot, soft-voiced, jaw-clenching, bone-structure-having guy.”

You need help.

Mina-level help.

You grab your phone, open your messages, and start furiously typing.

It's so gojover. You stare at that single, mocking "lol." Every moment that passes is just enough reason to drop out of college and become a hermit. Besides that last text, Isagi is strangely polite. Sweet. Slightly awkward. A complete nightmare. You clutch your pillow like it's the detonator to your self-respect. You basically said you wanted to raw him like an organic compound, and he responded with "i do really appreciate the compliment though."

Thursday nights are hell, but apparently Friday mornings are about to become even worse.

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[h3rmess]

WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?

Written by @h3rmess ✰

EXTRA) - Splash Free!

“I said I don’t wanna!” Karasu knows that if he actually tried, he could be free of your grasp. And yet, he continues to let you pull him by his arm towards his death.

He feels like dropping to his knees and begging you not to do this. His chest is pounding, and he swears he’s losing vision in his left eye. His legs are weak, his steps heavy and his breathing uneven.

“I feel like I’m gonna die…” He holds his head in his hands, feeling the sweat that his entire body is drenched in.

“Stop being dramatic!” The two of you finally stop walking. Karasu tries to hold his breath, the smell of chlorine making him sick. “If you don’t learn now you’ll never learn.” You state firmly, taking off your shirt to reveal your swimsuit, knowing that it will distract Karasu from his ‘impending doom’.

Karasu is already in the swimming trunks that you had to buy for him since, you know, he can’t stand the water.

“What experience do ya have with teachin’? How can I be sure you won’t let me drown?” He questions your credentials.

“I watched Free!” You say with pride, taking a seat by the edge of the pool and putting your feet into the water.

“Yeah, I’m leavin’.” He turns around to walk away.

“I’ll tell Otoya to post that naked photo of you.” You threaten.

He stops in his tracks with a huff and then turns back around and walks towards you.

“Well, I’m still not touching the water.”

“Just come and sit next to me already!” You pat the spot next to you but he doesn’t budge. “Pleaseee?” You bat your eyelashes and he inevitably gives in.

Cautiously, he creeps towards the edge of the swimming pool and taps the water with his toe before retreating.

“Are you a cat or something?”

“Oh, shut up.” He grumbles before sitting down next to you, finally knee-deep in the water. “I don’t like this.”

“Swimming will help you to build core strength. That’s useful for football, no?” You kick your feet in the water gently. He rolls his eyes and copies you, still nervous. You push yourself off of the edge, submerging yourself in the water. Karasu flinches as the water splashes onto his chest. You come back up, running your hands over your face to remove some of the water.

“Ya scared the hell outta me.” He moves away slightly. Out of the blue, you grab his hand and pull him into the water. He sees his life flash before his eye as his head goes underwater. He can feel his chest tightening, his lungs completely empty. He’s kicking and flailing his arms about, trying not to die. He doesn’t even notice when your hands meet his shoulders, pulling him up above the surface. He immediately grabs onto the side of the pool, fear in his eyes.

“How the hell have you managed to almost drown?” You ask in disbelief.

“The water… is so deep!” He says between breaths.

“We’re in the shallow end…”

“Then why was I drownin’, huh?” He rebuttals sceptically.

“That’s just you! I’m literally standing up! You’re taller than me, so how does that work?” After hearing your words, Karasu realises that he let go of all his rationality as soon as he entered the water. His face flushes slightly before letting his feet touch the bottom of the pool, still maintaining a tight grip on the pool’s edge.

“Let go.” You command.

“No.” He disobeys.

“Just come over here!”

“No.” He shakes his head, keeping his eyes closed to prevent any water from entering his eyes.

You move towards him and wipe the water away, pressing down slightly. He opens his eyes warily, making eye contact with you.

“Let me show you how to do the backstroke, okay?” You cup his cheeks as he nods. He doesn’t move from where he is, but turns his head towards you.

You hold onto the metal bars at the side of the pool, placing you feet against the wall and looking up toward to ceiling. Your knees are bent - almost touching your chin - as you prepare to push yourself off of the wall. You straighten your legs with force, pushing off of the wall and beginning the gliding phase. You let the water engulf you, gaining momentum as you move your body (sort of like a mermaid) further across the pool. Once you resurface, your head and some of your body is above the surface for the water. You begin to kick your legs, simultaneously moving your arms in full anti clockwise circles, your strokes propelling you further. You keep your head still, looking at the ceiling, your breathing steady. You turn onto your front, swimming in freestyle for a single stroke before doing a somersault, your feet making contact with the wall which allows you to push off once more and complete another length. You continue swimming in backstroke, and once you reach the other end where Karasu is, you put yourself completely underwater, stopping your swimming and standing up. You wipe the water off of your face and steady your breathing, glancing at Karasu who still looks horrified.

“I…can’t do that.” He admits, a defeated look on his face. His hands shake as his grip on the edge tightens. You take a hold of his hands, leading him further into the pool. You can see him starting to panic a little. Once the two of you stop moving, you urge him to lift his legs and allow himself to float, “Slow your breathing like you’re going to sleep. Relax your body.”

He follows your instructions and floats on his back, his eyes still darting around. You position yourself next to him, slipping your hands underneath him to hold his lower back. “Now kick your legs. I need to be able to see the water splashing each time you kick.”

He starts to kick as you use your hands to guide him. You smile down at him, his face no longer looking distressed. He kicks with ease, moving to the other end of the pool quick. He stands up abruptly as his hands hit the edge of the pool.

“I never wanna do that again.” He states firmly.

“Okay, fine. Let’s get out.” You roll your eyes with a grin, climbing up the small ladder to get out of the pool, Karasu following suit.

After changing out of your swimwear, you leave the room and walk towards the exit, but not before being stopped in your tracks by a voice calling out your name.

“Y/n! You guys are done already?” Chigiri appears, holding an iced coffee.

“Yeah… swimming gets tiring.”

“Ooorrr… Karasu was just super scared.” He snickers, standing on his tip-toes and placing his elbow on Reo’s shoulder. Wait… Reo? Where did he come from?

“Why do you look shocked to see me? Are you forgetting whose pool you just used?” Reo crosses his arms, arching an eyebrow and glaring at the two of you.

“Ya look like yer gonna beat us up or somethin’.” Karasu looks unamused.

“We might.” Chigiri grins playfully revving up his arm to send a gentle punch straight to Karasu’s arm.

“Ya done being weird now?” He questions Chigiri.

“Are you done being scared of water?” Chigiri snaps back without a second’s hesitation.

Reo interrupts, “So, what are you two up to now? Going home, on a date or something like that?”

You look up at Karasu who has dark circles around his eyes, looking as if he could fall asleep right then and there.

“I might just take him over to my place. He’s pretty tired. Plus, it’s closer.” You smile at Karasu, simultaneously receiving suggestive looks from Chigiri and Reo.

“That’s gross, Y/n.” Nagi appears, his eyes fixed on his phone. He’s clearly playing a mobile game of some sort.

“You’re the gross one. It’s not like that!” You get flustered, embarrassed and shocked by the implications.

“Why not?” Karasu adds fuel to the fire, teasing you. In response, you pinch his arm, earning a wince, and drag him along with you. Chigiri and Reo wave goodbye but Nagi just looks up, offers a small smile and walks away, back into Reo’s room as per usual.

masterlist

-> the goat is back guys!!

-> this was heavily inspired by makoto from free teaching the kids how to swim (especially hayato shigino. i cried when i saw that)

-> the karasu obsession isn’t getting any better guys

-> freaky extra chapter next!!

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[h3rmess]

Your close friend karasu who you’ve only met in person once, yet he says some of the weirdest things to you. You used to have a crush on him, but gave up on that dream because it seemed that he was like this with everyone.

“I’m telling you right now, he has a crush on you!” Chigiri exclaims as you show him the messages between the two of you.

“But he’s just got a flirty personality, right?”

“There’s flirting and then there’s straight up love. He literally sent you a video saying ‘happy national girlfriend’s day’!” He rolls his eyes.

“No, it’s just because it has my favourite character in it.” You try to deny the allegations.

“That’s not helping your case…”

So you sit there, confused about your feelings towards him and about his towards you. It’s not like you can just ask him?

When Chigiri next sees him, he asks, “What’s the deal with you and y/n? You like her or something?”

Karasu looks confused. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?”

It turns out that he liked you this entire time, but was too scared to say anything, fearing that it would ruin your friendship.

based on real events that are happening to me right now (except idk if he likes me or not)

[h3rmess]

When you show up at rin’s house with a giant owl plushie alongside lots of other owl related things for his birthday, he looks at you like you’re stupid.

“Why the hell would you waste your money on that?” He asks, still holding the door open but not letting you in.

He tries to hide his obsession as much as possible, but there’s no use. His lock screen is an owl, he has owl stickers on the back of his Ipad, not to mention the times that you’ve caught him wearing his owl pyjamas whenever you video call him.

He scoffs as you push everything into his arms and leave after saying happy birthday. Once the door is closed, his face goes red out of embarrassment. Was it really that obvious?

Of course, rin is beyond excited once he starts opening your gifts. He hangs up the posters you got him, and even builds the lego owl, putting it on one of his shelves.

He’s so happy that he has more owl decorations now. When he sees a notification from you on his phone, he ignores whatever you said and types “thanks.”

He doesn’t respond to your texts for three days after that.

[h3rmess]

top 10 men i will be pegging

number 1 - reigen arataka

[h3rmess]

i’ve always loved bl from the moment i first encountered it but i didn’t realise how peak it could be until i locked in and started reading shutline.

[h3rmess]

I don’t wanna say I told you so BUT I TOLD YOU SO. I WAS RIGHT HAHA

Okay I’ll admit I was wrong about him playing for a different country BUT THE POINT STILL STANDS THAT I SAID HE WAS COMING BACK LAST YEAR AND HE’S BACK.

Eat my dust Kira haters

guys the biggest letdown in blue lock is the fact that kira got killed off (he is not dead he's just gone and I'm mourning)

LIKE THATS THE POTENTIAL MAN OF BLUE LOCK FR. HES OUR MEGUMI

I actually miss him so much he was such a cutie

honestly I'm calling it right now once the NEL finishes and they go to the U-20 world cup, they're gonna play against a country like portugal or argentina and kira is gonna be on that team seeking revenge for what isagi did to him (its literally not even his fault)

MARK MY WORDS THIS WILL HAPPEN. I USED MY META VISION TO FORSEE THE FUTURE OF THIS MANGA, AND THIS IS WHAT I'VE CONCLUDED

this makes sm sense in my head like why else would they kill off what could have been a main character. and since I'm pretty sure the whole not being able to play for the national team is strictly limited to Japan, kira may have got an offer from a really good club and could just have been training ever since and we would never know bc there's no exposure to media in blue lock.

he's so pretty I might cry

[h3rmess]

the moment I realised I loved how (smart) men and women look when they’re tired

1. Nanami. I need that SO SO bad

2 (reinforcement). When I saw my (ex) crush when he had a cold. He was struggling to stay awake I folded SO HARD.

3. When I saw a doctor and she had eye bags and looked like she’d fall asleep if she sat down. MY TYPE

Idk it’s the pinching of those nose bridge that does it.