#(I wanted to use Kazu's base colours for this set but it turned out differently than I imagined... : /)

[reikurusu]

"I'm not old!"

May 16th 1994 - Happy 29th Birthday, Kazuki!

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Journey to the Colours (2/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Now then, today’s topic of discussion will be Summer troupe’s performance—. Tsuzuru-kun, you wrote the general outline for the script, right?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. This time, I used Journey to the West as the base. It came up when I was talking to Kumon the other day. I thought it’d be perfect for the action-packed adventure he mentioned he wanted to do. Also, the only Chinese-style play we’ve done is Mantou Fist.

Izumi: I see. That’s a good point. (The story this time is set in a modern Chinese fantasy world. Son Goku and Sanzo and company, who don’t get along, embark on a journey filled with incidents…) (The action that Kumon-kun requested will be incorporated through a showdown with Kinkaku and Ginkaku.)

Yuki: The costumes will look nice considering the theme.

Kazunari: I think I’ll be able to make the designs colourful too.

Tenma: It’s also great it’s packed full of comedy for Summer troupe.

Misumi: Action sounds fun~!

Kumon: It’s totally perfect for my request!

Muku: I’m looking forward to showing a stage we’ve never done before!

Izumi: Okay, I guess we’ll proceed from here.

Tsuzuru: I’ll try to work out the details a little more under this theme then.

Izumi: Please do. For the title, should we use “Journey to the West”?

Tsuzuru: We’ll go with that for now. It’s catchy and has a nice ring. But if anyone has any good ideas, then I’m all ears.

Izumi: Please brainstorm some ideas too, Summer troupe.

Misumi: Okaaay!

Izumi: As for the cast… starting off, the lead Son Goku will be Kumon-kun.

Kumon: I’m super stoked to play Son Goku~!

Muku: He suits Kyu-chan for sure!

Kazunari: Yep, yep. He’s got the Son Goku vibe more than anyone else in Summer troupe!

Tenma: That’s his image alright.

Izumi: Next is the co-lead, Genjo Sanzo…

Kazunari: Won’t you let me take it on? The fact that he’s clumsy and all he does is study is sorta like my old self… Plus Tenten supported me a ton as the co-lead during Sky Gallery, so I feel like it’s my turn now!

Tsuzuru: I see what you mean. Sanzo’s image was like Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: That’s true. I think Kazunari-kun works in terms of the age difference too.

Yuki: Sounds good to me. I think he’d look good in a monk’s robe.

Kazunari: Yukki, that’s the image you have of me!?

Muku: I agree!

Kumon: I’m counting on you, Kazu-san!

Kazunari: Samesies!

-pause-

Izumi: Alright, it’s settled. We’ll have Misumi-kun as Sha Gojo, Yuki-kun as Cho Hakkai, Tenma-kun as Kinkaku, and Muku-kun as Ginkaku.

Misumi: I can’t wait to fight with all of you~!

Yuki: The foodie Cho Hakkai sounds fresh and interesting.

Muku: It’s rare playing siblings with Tenma-kun.

Tenma: Let’s do this, little brother.

Izumi: The fight scene in the finale looks like it’s going to have some pretty full-fledged action.

Tenma: We can’t cut corners there even though we’re the comedic Summer troupe.

Kumon: We gotta give it our all.

Izumi: It might be a good idea to ask Autumn troupe to teach you about action scenes.

Kumon: Aw yeah! I get to rehearse with nii-chan! I’ll do my best for my first lead in a while~!

Izumi: Fufu. Kumon-kun is sure fired up.

Tsuzuru: The theme fits perfectly with our lead’s image. I’m sure it’ll be promising.

-pause-

Worker: Please take the seats over here.

Kumon: I’m starving. What’re you having?

Yamaguchi: Hmm… the steak sounds nice, but the hamburg steak looks good too.

Kumon: Ah, this explosive serving special plate has fried shrimp along with a hamburg steak twice the size!

Yamaguchi: Oh, nice.

Kumon: I’m gonna order this!

Yamaguchi: Same here.

-pause-

Kumon: I’m glad I chose this amount.

Yamaguchi: You’ll get hungry again quickly with a normal serving size, huh?

Kumon: True, true. I have to eat a lot on days I have rehearsal—. By the way, I’m gonna play the lead in Summer troupe’s upcoming play!

Yamaguchi: Is this your first lead since that baseball play?

Kumon: Yep! So you better come watch, Yamaguchi!

Yamaguchi: Ahh… I don’t know about that…

Kumon: EH!? You’re not gonna!?

Yamaguchi: I’m just pulling your leg. Of course I’ll go.

Kumon: Thank God~. I’m gonna do my absolute best! I’ll request a ticket for you too.

Yamaguchi: It’s fine. I always get mine myself.

Kumon: Eh~? But I’m inviting you.

Yamaguchi: Well, there’s a point to getting these things myself. It feels like I’m supporting you that way.

Kumon: You think so? But if you don’t win the draw, you won’t be able to watch!

Yamaguchi: Don’t say something so ominous. Ah, on that topic, the baseball club is going to hold an intra-squad game soon.

Kumon: An intra-squad game…

Yamaguchi: It’ll be a match between the retired third years and the first and second years. You played one when you were a first year too, didn’t you?

Kumon: Oh yeah, I did do that.

Yamaguchi: The sports ground is being renovated right now, so we’re going to play on a different field this year. Outsiders are free to watch. Why don’t you come, Kumon? It's not an official match, but for us third years, it's the last match of our high school life and it feels like a culmination of all our hard work.

Kumon: …For sure! Of course I’ll go!

-pause-

Kumon: Mannn, I’m full.

Muku: Oh, Kyu-chan?

Kumon: Are you on your way home too? It’s late.

Muku: I was studying at a café with some friends from school. How about you?

Kumon: Hehe. Yamaguchi and I were eating explosive serving special plates together~.

Muku: Yamaguchi-kun and you are really close, aren’t you?

Kumon: We were a battery team back when I was active so we spent a lot of time together, just the two of us. I also got a lot of advice from him~. I have other teammates, sure. But in the end, Yamaguchi is special. That’s why I’m happy to be able to talk with him normally like this again. It’s all thanks to you, Muku.

Muku: I’m really glad to hear that. Is he coming to watch our upcoming show?

Kumon: Mhm! I invited him, so he’s coming. I’m gonna practice hard so I don’t show Yamaguchi my bad side!

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[nxrthmizu]

love in bubble wraps.

fandom | haikyuu!!

pairing | kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.9k

author's note | based on a real life experience... :)

Love, you think, comes in many forms. Sometimes love is a warm, home-cooked meal that is now cooked at least once a week because you told your mother you liked it. Other times, love is laughing and crying alongside the friends you’ve known since pre-school because everyone passed their highschool finals with flying colours. Throughout our lives, we gradually come to meet the different forms of love, because it comes in all shapes, colours, and sizes.

First, we learn that love is a roof that you can always turn to when a storm blows in. Then, we learn that love is knowing that there are people who will drop everything to help you when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Lastly, we learn to interlock our fingers with the one we wish to walk to the end of time with.

Then again, love varies from person to person— Just like how the goddess of love, Aphrodite, looks different to every soul that sets its sights on her; Beauty truly lies in the eye of the beholder. For some, love comes in the form of a warm body to cuddle next to on a rainy day. For others, love comes in the form of a jewelled ring. For you, love comes in the form of a 6’2 man who still doesn’t know how to tame his bedhead.

Tetsurou is often too busy for his own good, always running around here and there to secure contracts, ensuring that Japan can make a name for itself during the Olympics. He books train tickets to opposite ends of Japan at least once a month, leaving before the sun rises and returning after it sets. The sun never dictates his work day, because while his coworkers work from nine to five, Tetsurou works until he finishes his tasks.

Okay, so your husband is a bit of a workaholic. And maybe not just a bit.

“L/N-san,” Your colleague asks one day out of sheer curiosity. A group of women are gathered around the snack station, sipping on cheap, machine-produced instant coffee as they gossip about their marital lives instead of working. “Now that I think about it… I’ve never met your husband, have I?”

“Ah,” You sweat-drop nervously at this. Wonderful— Your parents are already pressuring you about how Kuroo rarely visits with you— And now your coworkers, too? “He’s quite busy. He works very hard to make sure that we’ll be well-off in the future.” You respond, knowing that your reply is just a thinly-veiled way of saying ‘He’s rarely home,’.

“Oh, that’s awful,” Wherever you go, there’s always a middle-aged lady who has nothing better to do than to prey on the weak spots of your life, “It must feel lonely. You must feel so sad when you see my husband pick me up from work.” A smirk dances up her lips as she waits for you to walk into her trap, smiling as widely as a spider watching its incoming meal.

“Not really,” A practiced smile counters hers as you take a sip of your coffee. “I know Tetsurou loves me— There’s an unbreakable trust between us. He might not be home often, but I know that he’s working hard so that we can have a better tomorrow… And that’s sort of comforting, in a sense. Knowing that Tetsurou wishes for a future where we’re financially stable, where we can just spend a whole day doing nothing in each other’s presence…”

A chorus of ‘awws’ makes you blush. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the middle-aged coworker huff in failure. You mentally fist-pump the air at your victory.

“Anyway, I heard that you got engaged last weekend, Shiho-san,” Changing the topic quickly, you smile when the attention of all the ladies instantly redirects to the said woman, who blushes fiercely as they all coo at her ring. “Congratulations!”

“Oh my! He bought you such a beautiful ring… Ah, Shiho-san, you’re so lucky!”

“My husband also bought me a new bag last week,” The middle-aged woman chips in proudly, cocking her head towards her cubicle, where the leather handbag sits atop a tower of documents. “It’s very expensive.”

“That’s nice of him! It’s been forever since my husband bought me something.” Sighs another lady. Most of the group hums in agreement, sharing sympathetic looks with those that share the same fate.

“At the beginning, when we were still dating, Hayato used to buy me so many things, now…” The coworker that brings homemade cookies every New Years’ party says, looking dejected. “It’s like once we’re married, they don’t have to worry about making us happy anymore…”

“Ah, what about you, L/N-san? Does your husband buy you things often?”

You groan internally when the attention shifts to you once more. Honestly, you’re just there to listen and enjoy your coffee— Must you keep getting dragged into the conversation? “Well, personally I don’t really need my husband to buy me things to keep me happy, but… He does bring back trinkets whenever he travels.” You think about it for a while, then brighten when you remember the latest thing Tetsurou brought back for you.

“What is it?” Your change in expression isn’t missed by your coworkers, who preen with curiosity, excited to know what made you brighten up.

“Ah, it’s nothing… I promise, you’ll be disappointed if I tell you.” You chuckle.

“Come on!” “Be a good sport, L/N-san!” “We’re curious now, you can’t not tell us!”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh, “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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[ Three days ago, Saturday ]

You were on the couch, binge-watching Grey’s Anatomy with the Netflix subscription Tetsurou got for you to occupy yourself with while he was out of town. Your cat, Kazume (nicknamed after your husband’s best friend) lazed on your lap, yawning once in a while and swatting at the stray threads from your sweater.

Somewhere in between your fifteenth and seventeenth episode, the front door chirped with the sound of someone inserting a key into the lock. You perked up at the noise, Kazume yelping in protest as he almost slipped off.

“Oh, sorry Kazu.” You said quickly, a smile widening your lips as the front door opened.

“I’m ho—” Before your husband could finish his sentence, you were already at his side. Kazume meowed loudly from the couch, complaining about you abandoning him for another man. Tetsurou’s eyes softened, the edges of his hazel irises worn down by exhaustion. You took his laptop bag from him, as well as the folders he has in hand, balancing them like how you would balance your three grocery bags when Tetsurou wasn’t around to help. “I missed you too, but are you sure you can carry all of my files with one hand?”

“Yes!” You replied confidently, showcasing your balance as you wobbled through the living room with all of your husband’s stuff. Tetsurou’s laugh echoed through the apartment as he followed you, his reflexes coming into play as he dived for a falling file. “Oops.” You giggled, helping him up after he practically hurled himself at the floor.

Tetsurou shook his head, sighing fondly while he hugged you from the back, taking comfort in the familiar smell of your hair shampoo. “I missed you.” He mumbled.

“Me too.” You hummed, reaching back to stroke your hands through his still-untamed bedhead.

“Oh, before I forget,” Tetsurou leapt up suddenly, chucking his backpack onto the ground. “I brought back something for you!”

“I already have like, twenty-five keychains from Hyogo,” You reminded him, “Please tell me it’s not a…” Your voice trailed off when Tetsurou proudly whipped his gift from his backpack, hazel eyes shining for your reaction.

“... So?” Tetsurou grinned widely, like a five-year-old child holding up his drawing for his mother to critique.

“Oh my god, I love you.” You declared in your 80 sq ft kitchen, grabbing the gift from him. “I’ll clean up your stuff, go take a bath and we can have dinner while watching the…'' You pursed your lips as you try to recall the information that kept evading you like an annoying fly. “... 15th? 16th episode of Grey’s.”

“You started that without me? I said I wanted to watch that.” Tetsurou pouted petulantly like a child.

“I finished all the other stuff I wanted to watch,” You told him unapologetically. “And Kazume wanted to watch it too. Now hurry and take a bath or I’m starting without you.”

Twenty minutes later, you were cuddled up to your husband, who did not bother to comb his hair (“It’ll just be messy later anyway,” His reasoning was). Every few seconds, he would scoop some cold mash potato out of the giant bowl (The two of you were too impatient to heat it with the microwave) and feed you. All throughout the episode, there was the constant pop-pop-pop of you working your way through the giant piece of bubble wrap Tetsurou had brought home for you.

“You know, I was thinking,” You hummed as Tetsurou pressed ‘Next Episode’. “If It were any other woman, they might have slapped you for bringing just bubble wrap home after a whole week away.”

“Well, then I’m lucky that you aren’t ‘any other woman’, am I?” Your husband smiled, pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips before picking up the mash potato bowl again. “Are we just going to have mashed potatoes for dinner?”

“I bought spicy instant noodles yesterday, we can have that later if you want.”

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[ Present, Tuesday ]

“That’s actually so sweet of him!” Your colleague coos as you finish your story. “Wish I had a husband like that…'' Even the middle-aged lady begrudgingly nods in agreement. For a moment, you feel a surge of pride— It was your husband they were talking about— Your sweet, hardworking, dork of a 6’2 bedhead.

“You wouldn’t be able to survive.” Another lady snorts. “That guy is away for weeks at a time.”

You hum. “Well, at least he calls back every night, regardless of how tired he is.” In the corner of your mind, you remember that he makes sure to call his grandmother every weekend, and that he sends his parents (and grandparents) money every month, that he visits your parents the first Sunday after he’s back from his trips— Not to mention that he always brings a gift of wellness products (The most recent one was a box of abalone).

The group of women swoon once more.

“Well, I guess we should get back to work,” You dispose of your paper cup in the trash, brushing your hands off. “See you ladies later.”

The moment you’re back at your desk, you take out your phone to text your husband, who is, no doubt, going to be very, very confused.

[ y/n ] 2.37pm

— we have a problem

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.39pm

— what’s wrong???

[ y/n ] 2.38pm

— i may have accidentally caused 20 women in my office to fall in love with you

[ tetsu <3 ] 2.38pm

— what ???

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you know it's love when your dad comes home with this giant piece of bubble wrap and your mom literally squeals and snatches it to immediately start popping it on the couch while browsing facebook on her ipad