#Fuji blue

[mangostarjam]

you've been touching him a lot since he got back.

itoshi sae doesn't do anything about it — doesn't dissuade you from tugging at his sleeve or sliding his jacket zipper back and forth while you talk. doesn't comment or bring your attention to it.

but he watches.

you've been around him a lot since his plane landed, making up for all the time he's spent abroad, as if your daily chat threads haven't been enough. most of the time it's just the two of you, the way it used to be. sometimes his brother is around, though thankfully it doesn't seem like you've gotten any closer to rin since sae left.

other times there's a group, mostly your friends, a mix of guys and girls who don't seem to know what to do with themselves around him. sae is used to this — fame brings strange things to light — but you treat him as you always have, except for the touching.

you don't touch anyone else.

it makes him think.

sae has his reasons. he's never let your relationship get past that line, drawn in the sand. he's a professional football player on the other side of the world, and you have a life here. you have friends (even though you still call him your best friend), you have a job (that you complain about all the time), you have family (that can't be bothered to ever congratulate you on anything).

it wouldn't be right — to make you leave. to take you away. not when he needs to focus on being the best in the world.

(he is the best in the world. all those years ago he showed the U-20 team in japan the difference between them, the way the most they could hope for was dating a gravure model. sae never cared about that aspect. he already had you.)

he lets you touch him, but he doesn't touch you back. he keeps you at arm's length — where you're safe.

and then you ask him to be your wingman.

someone else — touching you? kissing you? having you? unthinkable. sae steps out of the shower and barely dries off before pulling on his briefs and pants. steps into his room and there you are, sitting on his bed, looking good, if a little sad.

he considers telling you to get your passport updated and catches the way your eyes trail down his form. maybe this conversation would be easier if he's wearing a shirt — your gaze is too heated, too distracting. you probably think you're being sneaky, hiding your feelings as best as you can, but sae knows you.

and your casual touches are ocean waves washing that line in the sand away.

sae walks towards his closet when it happens again. your finger in his belt loop, stopping him in his tracks. "what?"

"you were ignoring me," you say. "i asked if my outfit is okay."

your outfit is more than okay. "i would have told you to change if it wasn't."

"if you're going to be my wingman, shouldn't you hype me up?" you huff.

sae feels his jaw clench at the reminder. "no," he says, and his tone comes out cold. you don't seem to notice, falling back on his bed and testing every bit of self control in his grasp. "this is a waste of time."

he goes to pull on a shirt before he does something drastic. you're saying something, but it hardly matters when his flight leaves if you'll be on the plane with him. you've covered your eyes with your forearm, so you miss the way he pauses at the foot of the bed, teal eyes drinking in your form splayed out so defenselessly.

sae climbs over you silently, knees nudging yours apart, hands planted on either side of your body. "this is a waste of time," he repeats, watching with amusement as you take in his position. a blush sweeps across your face, but you don't push him off. that's a good sign, at least.

"what, you think i'm not worth being a wingman for?" you ask. silly. you have no idea.

and then you reach for his belt loops again, as if that's a totally normal thing to do and not something that drives him a little nuts every time. sae prides himself on his control, though, so he doesn't lean down to kiss you just yet.

"tell me," sae says, "have you become this touchy with all your friends since i've been gone?"

"n-no?"

it's cute, how wide your eyes get. sae leans down a little closer. feels your breaths on his lips. still doesn't kiss you — yet. "then i won't be your wingman. you don't need one."

"why not?"

do you know how breathless you sound? sae considers his apartment in spain, how he'll need to make sure the bedroom doesn't share any walls with the neighbors. the way you sound is all for him and him alone.

"because you have a boyfriend, now."

(companion piece to this)

[ysociety]

walking in the rain

[blairesnaps]

blaire snaps

[chasingrainbowsforever]

“Spirit of the Tree” ~ takashi_photography

[kevinproust]

[warakami-vaporwave]

BSOD v2 Sakura MtFuji

[kinuphoto]

[fuzzyghost]

[melonramune]

2023-05-25

[jinkamuraisqueen]

@karmablacks requested this but i figured some of you guys might want to see it too, that's why i'm posting this here! so here's alan, leo, and ren's casual / pajama fullbody!! ft. kaito.. in his boxer.. (under the cut)

it's actually so fun to play around with their expressions since the range of motions on their face are so many! i personally love to make them blush (by them i mean my husband, jin HAHAHA)

but moving their body parts?? that's pretty hard for me, at least manually (it looks awkward). praying that when i have the time, i can play around some more because currently i'm being beaten by life

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

sun

[mangostarjam]

he's good at it, because of course he is — the shudder and jerk of the wheel under his fingers, the easy power coaxed through the engine — so he wins a lot. it's easy.

it's even fun, sometimes. he likes winning. his friends like to race, too, and they get really into it. he's lost count of the number of times he's watched them settle a silly argument with a race, but he was never keeping count, anyway.

nagi seishiro wins a lot.

until he loses.

maybe that's why he keeps looking for you. after your race against him, you had collected the prize money and dipped, tire tracks disappearing into the night.

he still remembers the way you held the envelope tight in your fist, the flash of your eyes as you smirked at him on the other side of the finish line (he had been close — close enough to catch your triumphant yell floating out your window when you beat him). sharp, bright, alive —

the way your face shone with pure, unadulterated glee pops into his head randomly, always when he least expects it. when he's playing games on his phone, when he's busy ignoring reo and isagi and chigiri, when he's on the verge of falling asleep — he sees you, and he thinks about you, and so — he looks for you.

the next time he spots your car at a meet his head perks up. this immediately gets the attention of his friends, and they follow his line of sight with way too much enthusiasm.

"oh," reo says, "it's her."

seishiro thinks reo's tone sounds wrong, but he doesn't have time to do anything about it. he's busy scrambling off the hood of bachira's car, long legs eating up the distance between him and your smile, but before he can reach you — you're gone. off in another race, with only a fleeting glance in his direction, a slight lift of an eyebrow as you… recognize him?

for the first time ever, seishiro hopes.

[ysociety]

[blairesnaps]

blaire snaps

[ayakashikko]

oh you, beautiful flower, what are you sad about?

[chico-blue]