#Haikyu was for a few months

[thewindandthestars]

I've been (unknowingly) selfshipping for so many years but the most prevalent of all the years is in 2018/2019-2020 when I was in my creepypasta phase and selfshipped with BEN Drowned 💀

And then, from there on out, its been more constant through my different phases such as Haikyu!! (Kageyama, Kyotani), bnha (Denki, Tomura), I didn't really make art for when I was into Tokyo Revengers but I was pretty into Draken and Sanzu 🤔... And then the genshin phase started and I've been here ever since 💀 (which has been lasting me a full three years actually 😬)

[tacccalb]

when the brainrot gets so bad

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

If any of y’all ever see any HQ anime/movie updates, send them to me, tag me, email me, voice memo me, mail it to me, AIM me, send me a carrier pigeon, pony express it to me, walk 500 miles to me… idk just GET 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 TO 👏🏻 ME 👏🏻

[klwl-truck]

nothing hurts more than listening to class of 2013 by mitski and immediately thinking of ushijima’s relationship with his mother

[joy-returns-in-the-morning]

Shoutout to this plant in the office parking lot growing straight out of concrete

[strwbivy]

ASKING HAIKYU MEN TO BUY YOU.. PADS .ᐟ.ᐣ

synopsis. i think the title pretty much sums it up, just short scenarios when you ask them to buy pads :)

wc. 1.4k words | genre. fluffy, w/ sight crack | cw. f!reader (obv), romantic relationship, slightly suggestive flirting (～￣▽￣)～ featuring. ❛ TSUKI, KAGEYAMA, HINATA, KUROO, BOKUTO❜ parts. Ⅰ. Ⅱ.

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you've got mail ✉ ! reposted post i remember having sm fun writing this! i'm having mixed feelings with the manga headers grr, i really have nothing else to say so, READ WELL READER !

♡—TSUKISHIMA KEI

he knows what pads are, but when it comes to buying them, he feels slightly embarrassed, but with you in need of them, he gathers all his courage and goes out to buy it. and after making his purchase, he comes at your house with your (fav food) in hand and your requested item in his other hand, and surprisingly enough, he got the right one. but little did you know he actually stood at the display of pads and napkins for a good few minutes and stood there clueless. overnight pads? liners? pads with wings!? what are those?!? he's so confused with the different kinds of types! so he decided to close his eyes and let his hand randomly pick a pack. he made his way to the cashier and hesitantly placed the item on the checkout, and he managed to pay for without making eye contact with the cashier.

♡—KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he probably doesn't quite know anything about pads, so he asks you about it, and he'll buy it without any shyness. he asked one of the workers where the pad section was, and he made his way there. he was in awe on how many variations pads actually had! he eyed each kind and tried to make his choice, but he realized, 'what if you needed this kind? or this other one?' he didn't know what pick, so as a solution to his problem, he bought one of each type. when he was paying, he didn't notice that there were a few women wowed and maybe even overwhelmed at how much he was buying. and so here we are, he stood at the front door of your home, he was holding a heavy paper bag full of pads. just right about when he was about to knock, the door was swung open by you. you stood there, having your mouth agape to the brown bag he was holding. he literally bought you a one whole year supply of napkins!

♡—HINATA SHOYO

he's similar to tsuki, except that he knows that pads have different kinds. he doesn't quite know what they are for but will buy what you need specifically. just right after you texted him, he was already at the door?! you swore that only a few minutes passed by after you texted him, well he did say he was gonna be there in a minute. how did he get there immediately? well. after he received your 'urgent' text, he ran his little legs in an instant. and when he got to the store, he acted hastily and grabbed the kind of pad you needed, and he also took a bar of chocolate for you. then he paid for it before running out of the store again. so here we are, his hands rested on his knees. he was letting out quick breaths while beads of sweat were coming down from his forehead. "here.. i ran as fast .. i could!" he said, almost having a breath between each word. he gave you the bag, and you thanked him with a kiss on the face—causing him to show his signature winning smile.

♡—TETSURŌ KUROO

he knows what pads are for and how periods work, but he can't understand why you need them when he can make it make one's period (yours) be gone for 9 months. he's slightly saddened, but he knows that there will be a time soon he'll be able to do it.. soon enough. but he just simply walks to a store and buys you a pack of regular pads, and he makes his way to your beloved home, and he gives your needed item. smiling at you, he plants a kiss on both of your cheeks, and he stays at your humble abode for a while to take care of you because your period cramps started to get worse. he brewed you some tea and heated up your heating pad to help lessen the pain. you thanked him for being a helpful boyfriend while he placed the heating pad on your belly, and the both of you sweetly cuddled in each others arms ♡

♡—KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

he has no idea what pads are exactly for, but he did just as what you had asked for. he took the pink ones— and just like what you said pink, and he bought it. he then cheerfully skipped to your house, his arms swaying the bag with your needed item in it. just as he reached your front door, he rang on your doorbell and waited patiently. he was oddly eager to see you, but it wasn't really surprising for him to be. a v-smiled shaped appeared when he saw you opening the door, and he straight away hugged you, causing you to lose your balance, making the two of you stumble right there on the floor. thank god you didn't hit your head on the floor, or else things would have taken for a turn. he said his sorry's, but he didn't bother to get up. "y/n! i bought you the thing!" he said, putting up his arm to show you the bag. you can't tell if he's ignoring the fact he's on top of you or he just doesn't mind it. "kotaro.. get up," you said as you pushed him by the chest, and he just let out a joy-filled laugh. though he helped you get up and he gave you the bag. you thanked him by rewarding him with a kiss on his cheek. and just as you opened the bag, you took a look at the pad he bought. it was.. the wrong one. you probably could have specified it more. but sure he did bought the pink one.. turning your head at the smiling owl, you smiled at him sheepishly. he tilted his head in confusion. if there's one thing that bokuto very much knows, it's how your smiles looks, and the smile you have right now.. isn't your usual cheery smile. so he moved closer. "y/nnn?? is there something wrong?", you tried to say no but saying the truth is more likely better. "ahh..eh.. kotaro.." you sighed before continuing, "you bought the wrong one.", the contoured parts of his hair then curved downwards representing the new mood he's in right now. he then resented his disappointment as he rested his on the crook of your shoulder. "augh... please don't ever let me buy anything again y/n!' the pout on his mouth only growing more as he hugged you tightly. you only giggled at him and said that it's okay. the owl was once again, in his emo mode o(TヘTo)

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[honeyxbee]

TW: Creepy behavior, gn!reader, stalking

words: 172

Thinking about creeps. 

The guys that always sit beside you in class, whose eyes always tend to linger on you a little longer than necessary. 

You don’t think much of it at first ― maybe he’s just awkward and doesn’t know how to make friends. So you try to be nice, giving him friendly smiles and talking to him during breaks. And after a while, you even start to look forward to class with him. 

But after a few months of this, things start to feel..weird. He starts hanging around you all of the time, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it’s like he wants to be around you all of the time. And then he starts mentioning things in conversations that you swear you’ve never told him. It’s enough weird things to make you feel creeped out, but not enough to make you completely avoid him.

And by the time you notice the cameras he hid in your house and the fact he bugged your phone, it’s already too late. 

Death Note: L

Haikyu: Kenma

HXH: Milluki

JJK: Junpei

MHA: Shigaraki

[haikyu-mp4]

Hi :) I know it was your example so I'm so sorry if you wanted something more creative, but I'd really love to listen to Back For You with Oikawa please. As soon as I heard the song it made me think about reuniting with him after he's been away, I'm sorry if you don't want to write it. Thank you and have a nice day <3

Now playing... Back For You

word count; 570 – gn!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

“I’m not scared,” Oikawa said, in a defensive tone that suggested you claimed he was. You hadn’t said that, but perhaps he heard the voice at the back of your head pondering how to make him feel better about moving away tomorrow.

“You’re very brave then,” you answered softly, running your fingers through the side of his hair. At first, he leaned away so you wouldn’t mess up his hair, but then he returned so you’d caress his cheek instead. As he leaned into your touch, you stroked his cheek with your thumb. “I would be scared.”

His eyes slowly moved up until they met yours, and you pulled your hand back to intertwine your fingers with his instead. The crickets played their song outside the open door that led out into the garden, the sound carried inside by the cold evening air. You sat on the sofa, legs resting over his lap as his free hand drew patterns on your skin.

“Argentina is so far away,” you whispered wistfully as if he wasn’t still in your grasp for another 20 hours. You glanced at the clock, only 19 now.

He lifted your hands to kiss the back of yours, then the top of your bare ring finger. You’re young, foolishly in love and silently begging for him to promise you something he probably shouldn’t.

You want him to promise he’ll be back. Not just because his family and friends are here, but because he wants to come back for you.

“You’ll be busy with university, probably won’t even remember me in a few months,” he said, mixing in a chuckle as if that could deceive you.

“It’s been a long time since I had a day that wasn’t plagued with thoughts of you. Sounds peaceful,” you tease him, happy to see him break into his dramatics with an offended look.

“That was almost so romantic, and then you just had to ruin it.” And yet he drew invisible hearts above your knee while he pouted.

“Do you know when you’ll be back?” you asked, eyes following Tooru’s finger on your skin.

Tooru’s heart begged him to tell you about all the great universities in Argentina, but his brain knew asking you to give up your life here was absurd, just for a high school sweetheart. So then his heart beat louder, asking you instead. Asking you to suggest it yourself. To say you could both make a new life for yourselves as long as you were together.

“Not exactly.” His mouth didn’t listen to his heart, even with the strain it put on his throat. “Will you visit me?”

“Hopefully!” you said, straightening up your back to lean your face closer to his. “But you will come back?”

“Of course.” He leaned in too, lips pressing against yours like a feathery touch. “Maybe not long term, but… as long as the people I love are here.” His hand squeezed yours.

“Maybe there’s a chance of taking a year abroad with my degree,” you suggested slowly, jumping slightly at how his eyes widened.

When your Tooru looked at you, you could swear there were stars in his eyes.

Perhaps it was a reckless thing to indulge in, this love plagued by an uncertain future, but that’s what you do when you’re young. You grow and you learn and you love, and you come back for those who mean the most.

a/n: I love it when someone requests my example!! although, I went a bit of a different route than reuniting, hope that's okay<3

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[awearywritersworld]

A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.

Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro

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Tsukishima Kei

When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.

An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.

When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."

Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.

Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.

"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.

"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.

"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"

She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."

He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."

She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'

Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.

Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.

"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.

"Of course!"

That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.

When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.

With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?

Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.

"Tsukki!" you squeak out.

You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks.

"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."

He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"

"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.

He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.

Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."

The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"

"What do you mean, Tsukki?"

"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."

He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.

"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."

He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.

"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."

The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.

"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"

Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.

That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.

"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."

"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.

You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.

"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"

He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.

"I like you, too, Tsukki."

He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.

There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.

"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.

Kuroo Tetsuro

One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.

You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.

You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."

Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.

So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.

“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”

The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.

Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.” 

Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal. 

You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.

“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.

You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.

If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"

"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.

It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."

The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.

Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.

You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"

His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.

"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.

"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.

"Sure, take your time!"

You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.

The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"

You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"

The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.

"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.

"There's no reason to be-"

"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"

"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"

He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."

He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.

"You said that?"

He hums, "of course I did."

A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."

Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."

"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.

Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.

"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."

[kamisama1kiss]

Hey! I hope you are well ♡

Here's my suggestion: Some characters in Haikyu have a foreign reader (like an exchange student), and they kind of end up falling in love with this fascinating "characteristic" of the reader

I can't elaborate further on this, and sorry if there are spelling mistakes (English is not my mother tongue). AND I LOVE YOUR WRITING, the world needs more writers like you 🎀

This is definitely an interesting idea! 🤔 hmm, I look forward to writing this one!! Thank you 🧡 To start off, easy i did first years of Karasuno, for this one. If people are interested, I could make for the other characteds too!^^

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{Haikyuu Headcanons} Admiration comes in all forms

~Hinata Shoyo~

° Having never seen someone like yourself only caught his eye even more, practically having shiny eyes when you made eye contact.

° Looking at you between lessons, the first few days. Finding it hard to focus, but he already did have troubles focusing in class.

° Eventually coming up to you for some small questions for class or trying to get to know you.

° He easily communicated, and a friendship quickly blossomed between the two.

° The next few months could be very easily him slowly falling in love with you and your admiring features.

~Kageyama Tobio~

° His focus wouldn't be on you to begin with as he was more focused on other things.

° After a few small exchanges in the hallway, a more intrigued feeling grew with him.

° Doing minimum effort to try to reach out but eventually would come to full sentences of conversations.

° He found the characteristics of you to be more and more loveable as time flew past, as if he would ever tell you.

° There would definitely have to take years for him to confess, maybe in 3rd year? Close to graduation when he felt the most comfortable.

~Tsukishima Kei~

° Wouldn't bat an eye to your direction, mostly seeing you as someone else who could potentially annoy him.

° Bickering back and forth was the only sort of communication between the two, nothing too major.

° He has an eye for details, so he definitely would find you stricking to the eye in the best way possible, he'd never admit it.

° Would occasionally have his gaze roll back to you in class. If he was caught in the act, simply tell you that you're in the way. Even if you sat next to him.

° His bickering or mocking would go down to minimal has his interest as you in a person, individual only grew.

~Yamaguchi Tadashi~

° Sweet little yams didn't know what hit him. It was love at first sight for him, his eyes would constantly wonder off to you I'm different classes or the school hallways.

° Would come up to talk to you if he ever saw you struggle in class. He didn't have the best grades in class, but he did well off enough to surpass a handful of others.

° Smiling nervously with a small wave whenever he saw you around, not even sure of his own feelings yet so low profile it was.

° Once he had gotten to know you over, maybe a few months later, he could recognise the feeling called a crush. When it was noticed, gosh, his face would often be dusted with a pastel pink.

° Asking you out definitely took him until 2nd year, he was nervous but got a lot of encouragement from others around him.

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Hope you enjoyed!!♡

[duckprintspress]

My June Reads

Storygraph introduced auto-generated graphics for sharing our reads by the month, which makes it much easier to do a review, and here I am! Sorry it's kinda pixelly, the settings on Storygraph aren't perfect yet but they're planning to add functionality.

I've been posting on the Duck Prints Press Book Lover's Server for a while, so everyone knows there that the answer to "how do you read so much?" is the library, but just to be clear, if it's a graphic novel, I got it from one of three libraries - either my local system, @queerliblib, or the Japan Foundation Library. The last two are both free-throughout-the-US Libby libraries and they've both been awesome.

Prose books, I usually own.

Anyway. Onward! My June reads:

How to Love: A Guide to Feelings and Relationships for Everyone by Alex Norris (graphic novel, short self-help stories about how to be in relationships, how to be alone, etc., all very inclusive.

Blue Flag Vol. 1 - 2 by Kaito (manga series about modern high school and a young man and his best friend - who has a crush on him - and a young woman and her best friend - who has a crush on her. poly vibes.)

The Tea Dragon Festival and The Tea Dragon Tapestry by K. O'Neill (graphic novels, very fluffy fantasy slice-of-life with various queer rep)

Squad by Maggie Toluda-Hall and Lisa Sterle (graphic novel, modern with magic, wlw high school student discovers that fitting in with the cool kids means becoming a murderous werewolf)

Clementine vol. 1 and 2 by Tille Walden (graphic novel, post-apocalyptic set in the same 'verse as The Walking Dead about a wlw amputee surviving against the zombies.

A Thousand Hopes, A Thousand Risks by Kelas Lloyd (short story, fantasy, pre-mlm between a young merchant and a god)

Ride On, Shooting Star by J. D. Harlock (short story, science fiction, a space courier wants to retire)

Deadendia vol. 1 by Hamish Steele (graphic novel, modern with magic/horror elements, about a trans male teenager who runs away from home and moves into a haunted house at an amusement park)

Giant Days vol. 2 by John Allison and Whitney Cogar (graphic novel, modern college setting, about the somewhat silly lives of the main characters)

Yona of the Dawn vol. 1 by Mizuho Kusanagi (manga, fantasy, about a young princess whose kingdom gets taken over by someone she thought a friend)

In the Dark vol. 3 by Jin Shisi Chai (danmei novel, mlm, last of three volumes - I read the other two in May - about an undercover drug cop who returns home after six years undercover)

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation manhua vol. 6 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (manhua version of the MDZS novel, mlm, historical cultivation about a fraught political situation)

The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha (graphic novel playing on story of the fox maiden Gumiho in Korean mythology, with a side of wlw)

My Hero Academia vol. 9 - 12 by Kohei Horikoshi (manga series about teenagers at a high school for superheroes)

Frontera by Julio Anta and Jacoby Salcedo (graphic novel about a young man crossing the border between the US and Mexico illegally, and about the mlm ghost who helps him)

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Nagata Kabi (autobiographical manga about a young lesbian in Japan trying to figure out her identity and find companionship)

Solo Leveling vol. 1 - 2 by Chugong (a manwha series set in modern fantasy Korea, about a young man is terrible at "hunting"...until he isn't)

Haikyu!! vol. 5 - 6 by Haruichi Furudate (manga series about young men who play high school volleyball)

Little Birds by Anaïs Nin (a collection of short erotic stories with lots of trigger warnings applicable and a few dashes of wlw, originally written in the 1930s and 1940s)

To Strip the Flesh by Oto Toda (manga collection of short stories, with the longest/most involved being about a young man's journey coming out as a trans man)

Shubeik Lubeik by Deena Mohamed (graphic novel exploring three stories of Egyptians getting first-grade wishes in a modern-with-magic world, includes NB rep)

Limerence by Jiang Zi Bei (danmei novel, mlm, about a young college student who breaks up with his boyfriend and ends up falling for his ex's roommate.)

Our Colors by Gengoroh Tagame (manga about a young Japanese gay man coming our of the closet and making friends/finding a mentor in an older gay man)

Silent Hearts vol. 1 by Jing Shui Bian (danmei novel, mlm, modern high school setting, lots of disability rep though not for either member of the main couple)

Rainbow! vol. 1 by Sunny (modern, maybe with magic, about a young woman with a tough life and the people around her; wlw implied in the future?)

Out of Left Field by Jonah Newman (real-life-inspired graphic novel about a young gay man navigating high school)

Escape From St. Hell: My Trans Life Levels Up by Lewis Hancox (autobiographical graphic novel about a young trans man with severe anxiety)

This was the most pages I've read in a month all year, and the second most individual books. There's actually one more book not pictured, as it wasn't on Storygraph and I opted not to add it.

Happy reading, y'all.

[lilimonarch]

The little ways I learned I loved you in this little paradise - Haikyu!! Oneshot

WC: ~4686

Daichi is a flower shop owner desperately trying to get his business off the ground. Sugawara is wedding-planner in desperate need of flower arrangements and a reliable business partner. Slowly, Daichi realizes their bond may be more than just business partners.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58839904

~

“Please be open, please be open, please!”

This was the final chance Daichi would have to make his dreams come true, he figured as much while he fidgeted with the bucket of roses in the front of the flower shop which he affectionately called his pride and joy. Opening only a few months earlier, he was already faced with the troubles of owning a small business.

Particularly, the solitude which came from starting it alone.

He had previously worked in larger flower businesses in the city, but he strived for so much more than that. Daichi wanted that personal connection with his customers, not to be another face in the crowd. Yet, the world had not been kind, and the business of The Flower Patch had been much too slow to reasonably keep up for much longer.

His head perked up at the pleading voice, the familiarity of the doorbell ringing on entrance. “Welcome to The Flower Patch, yes, we are open. How can I help you?” He turned his head to see a man slightly shorter than himself, ashen gray hair, and an exasperated smile.

“Oh, thank goodness. Hi, do you do wedding arrangements?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

Daichi was not too sure how to describe the feeling, but it appeared the stranger who randomly entered his flower shop was going to change everything, he could feel it. “Well, it’s just me, but I can assure you I have experience making flower arrangements from arches to centerpieces,” Daichi started, internally praying the man did not look down on his newness to the business owner world and rush out the door the second Daichi took out his portfolio. “My name is Sawamura Daichi, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you, Sawamura. Sugawara Koushi, or just the wedding planner,” the man smiled and held out his hand for a handshake. Daichi handed Sugawara a book full of images from flowers he had arranged from since he was sixteen to now, well into his twenties. While Sugawara flipped through the book (a good sign he was not planning on simply marching out of the store just yet), Daichi could not stop from analyzing the man across the counter.

Despite the gray hair, Sugawara seemed so young and bright, other than the eyebags under his eyes. They were hardly noticeable, but Daichi was always a stickler for those characteristics. “Oh my gosh, is this you?” Sugawara piped up, and Daichi looked at the page his current-almost-customer was looking at.

A teenage Daichi sitting in front of a wedding arc, a mixture of flowers blending into an almost sunset-like gradient. It was one of his first successful arches, an arc he had set on doing for his sister. One of the few arches full of color, compared to the white and pale arrangements he was used to.

Daichi kept forgetting to remove the picture due to his own appearance in it and will forever internally curse at himself for not getting a sole picture of the arch for portfolio. “Aww, look at you. Just a little guy, very sweet,” Sugawara commented, and Daichi covered his face to hide the flush. “And this arrangement? It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I need one just like it.”

“Really?”

Sugawara looked at him with eyes practically aglow, the face people get when they are too excited about a plan which has barely come together in their own heads, let alone a plan built enough to share with friends, not including Daichi who just so happened to be a stranger to Sugawara up until this point. “Yes, my florist bailed on me, but she was such a jerk. You, my friend, how would you be interested in a partnership? You do my flowers; I bring you business.”

Daichi must have been right; this was just the turnaround he needed for this business. “Yes!” He grinned, shaking Sugawara’s hand which was too soft for even his own sanity and wellbeing. “Absolutely, yes!”

~

The arc Sugawara had briefly mentioned in their first encounter had not been too far off from what he needed ordered for a lovely couple getting married… today, right now. The original plan was for Daichi to have everything set for Sugawara to pick up, but one thing led to another, and here Daichi was, standing at the venue with his pickup truck full of flowers.

It was awkward, seeing decorators and venue organizers bustling around the site trying to get everything ready, and Daichi stood outside his truck waiting for Sugawara.

“Hey, Sawamura?”

Daichi looks up to see Sugawara, clipboard in hand with a black button-up and dress pants which flow to the bottom of his ankles. His heart skipped a beat, but he shook his head in attempts to stay focused. “Right, your flowers?”

“Thank you so much,” Sugawara grinned, not waiting a second until the trunk door was down to climb in and start handing the flowers to decorator assistance. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come get them, it’s pretty busy around here and I got busy.”

“It’s completely fine!” Daichi reassures him, helping to move the flowers into other people's hands and clear his truck. It has been ages since Daichi had actively seen a wedding being put together, another truck pulling in with a large three-tiered cake. “I can tell. Don’t worry, I’ll get out of your way.”

“You’re never going to be in my way,” Sugawara rolls his eyes, slamming the pickup trunk closed. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Again, I don’t mind it at all. I’d deliver them much further for you,” the last comment slips out of his mouth and catches him off guard just as much as it does Sugawara, Daichi immediately moving to cover his face before the blush grows. “I’m heading out now. If you need anything, just call.”

“Right. Thanks!”

The encounter and sudden flirtatious comment keeps Daichi on his toes for the rest of his busy hours at the flower shop, and it continues to plague his mind when he’s cleaning up in the quiet hours. “God, what am I doing?” He shakes his head, rearranging some roses potted near the front counter. At least the night would be able to calm him, his busy hours were over and hardly anyone popped in past 6 pm.

“Sawamura!”

Well, anyone except Sugawara. “Welcome to The Flower Patch, what can I do for you?”

“Not me, just the wedding planner. By the way, the flowers were beautiful,” Sugawara comes in, his shirt buttoned high now with its two top buttons unbuttoned, a much more relaxed and fitting appearance for Sugawara. “The couple was so pleased with how everything went, thank goodness. It was really stressing me out,” Sugawara admits before putting a small white box on the table.

“What’s this?”

“Me trying to make it up to you.”

Daichi shakes his head, slowly going to open the box. “Suga, you didn’t have to. Delivering the flowers is part of my job,” Daichi sighs before opening the box, a generous slice of chocolate cake sitting in it. He could already see Sugawara grinning at the way Daichi’s face lit up. “Aww, Sugawara.”

“You should call me Suga more often,” Sugawara smiles before leaning against the front counter. “And I insist, you were eyeing the cake earlier. Snuck a piece away, it’s the least I could do.” He looks up at Daichi, hands reaching across the counter while he sports a mischievous grin.

Daichi’s heart skips a beat. He has to put the box down on the counter before he drops it. Play it cool, play it cool. “Well, thanks. I really appreciate it, Sugawara.”

“No Suga?” Sugawara frowns, getting a nervous laugh out of Daichi.

Daichi takes a deep breath, trying to calm his heart which is on the border of heading out to the races. “Nice try, Sugawara. Thank you for the cake. I look forward to future business with you.”

The shop goes silent before both burst out in laughter. It starts with a small chuckle from Sugawara before he doubles against the counter in giggles, Daichi following suit until the wedding planner composes himself to get up. “Fine, fine. I’ll see you, Sawamura.”

“Yeah, see you.”

~

The store is technically closed when Daichi hears the familiar ring of the bell. A few months after the first wedding he did with Sugawara, and it appears that Sugawara was the second chance at his life as an independent businessowner. Nowadays, his flower shop is bustling with people, and there is no reason for Daichi to keep The Flower Patch open so late anymore.

Nowadays, he spends the extra hours on arrangement designs (if he is not working on wedding business). Flower combinations, color gradients he may not have considered before, it is all so much more freeing. He still does not leave for home until nine, because although the public would notice Daichi’s shop closes at six, it stays open for three extra hours for one single person.

“Welcome to The Flower Patch, what can I do for you?” Daichi responds to the bell.

“Not me, just the wedding planner and my dear Daichi, you are going to hate me for this one,” Sugawara bursts through the unlocked door, disturbing the silence of The Flower Patch, as he typically did.

Daichi stops arranging a bouquet of orange roses for the fifth time that minute, crossing his arms and looking Sugawara up and down. “Suga, I could never hate you. Any business is good business.”

Sugawara shakes his head, slapping down a file of papers on the front counter. “This really rich couple is getting married, small but expensive wedding. Picture it, the wealthy cosplay small country.”

Daichi lets out a small laugh, reaching out for the file, conveniently using orange roses. Orange rose centerpiece, twigs and sticks, almost resembling a campfire. “Suga… at this rate, every client of yours is wealthy,” he jokes, flipping through the pages. “This stuff is easy, shouldn’t take more than two months to get the job done.”

Silence.

Daichi looks at Sugawara.

“Sugawara?”

Sugawara blinks twice.

“About that…” Sugawara gulps and Daichi’s eyes narrow. “They are getting married in two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” Daichi’s eyes widen, and his sudden positivity is stripped away. “To go to the market, find the flowers, hydrate them, and arrange thirty centerpieces by hand? Are you crazy?” Daichi shakes his head. “Thirty? Market shopping typically takes three days, and you’re telling me I have two weeks to get the entire thing job?”

“Yeah, I know, but please!” Sugawara sighs, closing up the file for Daichi. “The wife, she’s an influencer. The couple offered to pay a 35% increase for the rush.”

Thirty-five? That is a lot of money.

“I can see it on your face. It is a lot of money,” Sugawara commented. “Daichi, I swear I’ll never ask you to do something like this again, but just this once. Heck, I’ll find some high school volunteer to help if you need it, but please.”

“No need for that,” Daichi looked at the orange rose bouquet in the front of his shop, Sugawara’s pleading face, and his hands, slightly coarse from his flower work. “I’ll do it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” Daichi said the words without hesitation, but he could already tell he would slightly regret his decision. The arranging part was the easy bit, all the prep-work was going to be the killer, not to mention still trying to keep his shop open.

Despite all that, he could not say no, not to Sugawara. Not to his pleading face, upbeat smile, not to him. Daichi looked at Sugawara from across the counter, the way his face lit up from a positive response, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “You’re amazing!” Sugawara grinned before jumping up and heading to the door. “If you have any questions, just message me. Thank you so much, you’re awesome!”

And then he left.

Daichi looked at the door and then at his hands, suddenly shaking. His heart was racing in his chest, and he almost admitted it to himself, the obvious elephant in the room. “You sure are something, Suga,” he shook his head and took the file, heading to the back of the shop to start scheduling purchases for the flower arrangements.

Daichi did not admit it that night.

A part of him wanted to, but he couldn’t.

~

There were about thirty centerpieces highlighting orange roses in the back of Daichi’s shop as he scrolled through his laptop for emails about other business, only about six in the morning. His hands shook as he clicked through digital folders of payment trackers, lists of pending orders, all the works. Nowadays, the shop is closed on Sundays, but Daichi stayed through the night to finish those arrangements for Sugawara.

He had not realized it as Sunday until Sugawara at around four in the morning messaged him a chirpy Good morning! I’ll be there around seven for the flowers.

Daichi was not the most used to pulling all-nighters, not even when school was at its hardest, but here he was. Essentially, for Sugawara. Maybe it was exhaustive delirium bringing all these thoughts to his brain, but Daichi knows he would never do this for anyone else.

The third yawn that hour slips out from under him, and he shakes his head to move to the back of his shop, making sure the flowers are correctly protected and hydrated, ready to go for when Sugawara gets here. Each organized, Sugawara’s order label named correctly, everything was finally set to go with about an hour to spare.

The back of the shop was quite a switch from the front, not many windows to be bright and comforting to possible customers, but functional enough for Daichi to work on his projects, not to mention, a slightly older velvet couch for when his back hurt from arrangement work standing or sitting on a stool in his workspace.

The exhaustion was truly getting the best of him as he subconsciously moved to the small velvet couch with his laptop to get a change of pace while checking emails on the laptop, now sitting on his laptop. Not too much later, he found his eyes slipping shut with only the sound of his laptop fan running disturbing the silence.

When he woke up, the flowers were gone, and his awkward sitting position on the couch with his laptop had been switched to him laying down with a hoodie covering his torso, laptop placed neatly down on the ground beside him. Daichi jumped up with a start, looking around to where his arrangements had gone. When he reached for his phone in his pocket, his first notification was a message from his favorite wedding planner.

Hi Daichi! You left the back door unlocked. You were completely knocked out when I came by, so I didn’t want to wake you up. I took them, don’t worry.

Daichi felt relieved.

You’re so amazing! Your favorite wedding planner falls in love with the flowers more and more every day! <3

Daichi eyed the last text, looking at how the sweater which covered him like a blanket was not even his, it was Sugawara’s. It was slightly small if Daichi were to actively put it on, and it had the smell of Sugawara’s signature cologne.

His heart sank to his stomach. “You really are something, Suga,” he shook his head, watching his hands to start to shake.

Finally, he decided to admit it to himself.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

~

“Welcome to the Flower Patch, how can I help you?” Daichi says on instinct, cleaning the counter from another busy day at the flower shop while Sugawara enters. Days have gotten busier, not that he was complaining. More work for him meant more money, which meant more flowers to work with.

Daichi waited for Sugawara’s usual “just the wedding planner!” Joke from his one and only wedding planner, but the quip never came as Sugawara pulled up a scarf to his face, sneezing into the fabric and looking absolutely miserable. “I’m checking in progress for the rose heart for the wedding next week,” and sounding even worse, his voice a wreck.

“Er… Suga? Are you okay?” Daichi stops to properly look at his wedding planner, dark circles under his eyes and pale skin. “You don’t sound too great.”

“Thanks, I think I’m coming down with something,” Sugawara sighed, rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat. “Hell, and I have two weddings and an anniversary ceremony to plan by the end of the month,” Sugawara goes to the front counter and leans his head against the cool granite.

“I thought you weren’t going to stress yourself out like that anymore,” Daichi looks at Sugawara, his head against the granite with only his fluffy gray hair to be seen. “You shouldn’t be out, let alone working.” As his professional partner, Daichi should send him home because professionalism and he did not even need to check to know the other was sporting a fever.

As his friend with questionable closeness, Daichi reached across the counter, running his fingers through Sugawara’s hand. “Suga, you’re running a fever. I mean it, you could’ve texted me,” he says, feeling his heart shatter as Sugawara groans at the touch. “Worry about the arrangement when you’re not burning up. You should go home.”

The silence is on the edge of something much more than platonic, Sugawara still having his head down against the counter, Daichi’s heart racing in his chest. The silence needs to be filled with something, anything to keep Daichi’s mind from wandering. Anything to keep him from saying the words he so desperately wants to say.

I’m in love with you.

Sugawara coughs twice, Daichi frowns and continues to run his fingers through his silky gray hair. “Am I… am I a good person?” Sugawara looks up at Daichi, his chin resting on the counter while his face is a fevered flush. There are tears in his eyes, starting to roll down his cheeks.

“What? Suga…” Daichi reaches to wipe his tears, hand traveling from the top of his cheek to holding Sugawara’s chin. “You’re an awesome person. You’re just not feeling well, that’s all.” And a little delirious, it appears.

“If I’m always working, I don’t have to worry about love,” Sugawara sniffles, and that’s the sentence which causes Daichi to move from across the counter to the side where Sugawara is standing, holding out his arms as his wedding-planner practically falls into Daichi’s embrace, burying his face into the crook of his neck. “But then I’m always alone, and I don’t want to go home alone. Please, Daichi.”

Daichi sighs and holds Sugawara close to him, slowly moving to sit on the linoleum floors with Sugawara leaning against his shoulder, coughs turning into quiet sobs. “Sugawara—”

“Nobody gets me like you do, Daichi,” Sugawara confesses, reaching for Daichi’s hand. It is intimate, and Daichi looks down at Sugawara who is clearly out of it. His voice is already dying in his throat, and the eyebags under his eyes are highlighted from fevered pallor.

Daichi knows now is not the right time.

“I’ll take you home. Come on, you deserve to rest, okay?” Daichi continues to wipe tears from a now empty dam. “Then we can worry about all the projects together,” he comments, slowly helping Sugawara up.

He looks Sugawara deep into his eyes, mouth going agape when Sugawara moves to wrap his arms around Daichi’s neck, staying in that hold. Daichi cautiously moves to bring his hands around Sugawara, lips hovering over Sugawara’s neck.

“I’m so tired…”

“Yeah, figured as much.”

Kiss him.

Don’t.

Daichi shakes his head and lowers, moving to carry Sugawara in his arms. “I got you, don’t worry,” he sighs, carrying his wedding-planner into his car, buckling his seatbelt, his gaze lands on Sugawara, almost half-way to passing out.

“I love you.”

The words tumble out of Daichi’s mouth, a whisper unheard by the entire world other than Daichi himself. He shuts the passenger’s door and moves to the drivers’ seat, starting to drive to Sugawara’s home.

~

Daichi was getting sick of weddings.

He was tired of seeing Sugawara run himself into the ground with work before bouncing back like nothing ever happened, and it’s not the easiest to be in the wedding business surrounded by love but never having any himself.

It’s even harder to be in the wedding business with the person who stole his heart.

Daichi has admitted it over and over again, whenever they spent late nights video chatting about work, or casually as of late, Daichi was so smitten over his wedding planner, it was not even fair. Especially since it seemed Sugawara, at least in Daichi’s mind, was definitely not looking for a romantic partner.

It’s still a bad memory, a fevered Sugawara sobbing into Daichi about his stressors on solitude. Why worry about love when there’s work, and they love their work.

It was Valentine’s Day rush, when every hour was rush hour, and days like these reminded Daichi that it may be time to hire extra help. “I’ll take the next person!” Daichi shouted from behind the counter as a teenager came with a bouquet of flowers and the most bashful expression on his face. Daichi let out a small chuckle. “You look a little flustered there—”

The boy nodded his head while pulling out his wallet. “Is it bad that I���m confessing on Valentine’s Day?” He looked up at Daichi, not that the flower shop owner was any more qualified to be giving advice.

Love advice? That’s probably more in Sugawara’s department. Daichi thought to himself. “Well, with flowers in hand is probably a good way to do it. I wish you luck,” Daichi smiles, handing the flowers all neatly arranged and returning the boy his change.

“Thanks! You too!”

Before Daichi could even question the comment, the teenager was out the door. “Flowers, huh? With flowers in hand, on Valentine’s Day,” Daichi looked at all the flowers in his shop, and then all the extra flowers in the back reserved for future arrangements.

The next customer came to the register, a bouquet of tulips in hand. “One second, I’ll be right with you,” Daichi gave a curt nod before rushing to the back of the shop for where he kept his cellphone, opening Sugawara’s contact.

He writes a text.

Hey— Can you come by the Flower Shop tonight around seven? If you’re not busy.

Hardly a second passes before he gets a response, his heart racing in his chest.

Like I’d be busy tonight. I was just about to ask if I could pop in. Funny, right? I’ll see you at seven!

Daichi cannot help the smitten sigh which escapes his throat as he puts away his phone to finish the rush day at his shop. Then? A flower arrangement, and to see why Sugawara wanted to pop in.

Daichi prays it’s not another rushed order. It was worth it for the money, at that point in time, but it was definitely no longer an option left on the table.

Actually, Daichi prays it’s nothing business related. He just wants to see Sugawara, for no business reason, just to be with him.

His inner monologue is interrupted by the bell on the register desk ringing. “Coming!” He rushes back to finish his day the best he can.

~

The rush of Valentine’s Day has ended, and it’s 6:45 in the evening. Daichi is standing by the register, fixated on the bell above the door. He’s exhausted, his hands are rough from all the flower work of the day, but nothing matters more than the bell above the door and the arrangement sitting on the counter.

The arrangement: the second Daichi shut his doors, he immediately went to work on the most heartfelt flower arrangement he could conjure up. It was less aesthetic than a lot of his newer pieces, but it was raw. A few flowers in warmer hues, a little homage to the first arrangements Daichi ever made for Sugawara, the first sample that caught Sugawara’s eye in the portfolio he showed him during their first meeting. Tulips, because Daichi had learned Sugawara adored Tulips and was saddened they were not used in weddings more often. There was one rose, a light pink hue, because it went with the sunset gradient, and it was the one thing that really gave the arrangement a more than friends look.

The bell rings, Daichi perks up. He’s grinning ear to ear and trying to hide the obvious blush on his face. “Welcome to The Flower Patch, how can I help you?” He jokes, getting a nervous chuckle out of Sugawara.

“Not me, just the wedding planner,” Sugawara said with a bit of a sigh. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Was it busy?”

“You have no idea.”

They both share a laugh, and Daichi’s eyes keep flipping between the gorgeous view of Sugawara and the flower arrangement on the counter. “Are there any business updates I should know about?”

Sugawara, for the first time in ages, shook his head. “No, I just didn’t want to be a loser and spend tonight in my apartment. This is nice, having your wedding planner over even after a busy day.”

“You’re more than a wedding planner.”

“Daichi?”

The words just tumble out of Daichi’s mouth before he realizes what he said, and now Sugawara is staring at him with doe eyes, staring for clarification. “I’m sorry if I’m being unprofessional, but I see you as so much more than the wedding planner I work with,” Daichi can feel his hands shaking in his sweater pockets. “You’re amazing, the most amazing person I’ve ever even been able to talk to and it kills me to think you aren’t capable of finding love because every time I look at you, I want to kiss you more and more.”

They both blush, Daichi lets out a stuttered breath. “With consent! Of course— I mean, that’s why I haven’t kissed you. Even when you were sick— okay, let me backtrack really quickly,” he shakes his head, nerves calming down when Sugawara laughs at his only slight disaster of a confession.

Daichi reaches for the arrangement on the counter, holding it in his hands. “I know this sounds like a marriage proposal, but I want to take care of you, give you that love you deserve, love better than the couples you see and work with every day,” he holds out the arrangement. “I didn’t think I was ever going to have a crush on someone ever again, let alone fall in love, but here we are. I…”

Daichi takes a deep breath and for the first time, he says the words he had been dwelling over for ages to Sugawara’s face.

“I love you.”

Daichi keeps his arms out with the flowers in hand, desperate for any answer at all as Sugawara stands there with wide eyes.

He starts to cry.

“Suga?” Daichi starts to panic, setting down the arrangement on the counter and rushing over to comfort his closest confidant. “Hey, what’s wrong? Was it something I said? I’m sorry if—”

Sugawara moves to bring his arms around Daichi’s neck, looking up with teary eyes and fluttery breaths. He’s smiling through the tears, flustered blush on his face. “Daichi, I came here to confess to you. Beat me to the punch, didn’t you?” The breath lands on Daichi’s lips, and he’s never been closer to kissing him. “It definitely wasn’t going to be as romantic as this, though.”

“You’re a wedding planner, aren’t you supposed to be the romantic one?” Daichi shakes his head, moving his arms around Sugawara’s waist as his grin spreads across his face.

“Fine, fine. I guess you’re right,” Sugawara rolls his eyes through the tears before pulling Daichi closer, leaning in so their lips meet. It is soft, sweet, and beyond their wildest dreams.

It is paradise.

[simmyfrobby]

tysm for your elemental haikyu / hockey challenge seeing everyone's stuff is so wholesome :') i've come to love the periodic table haikus so much too i might buy a book with them (if it exists) so i can keep them forever!

it exists!! mary soon lee also has an astronomy series, so in a few months i figured hockeyblr could give that one a go!

[ofmermaidstories]

Will it ever end tho, or will Hori just keep pulling more story out of his butt to prolong the ending

It will!!! When is up in the air, lmao. Depending on his health and the breaks he takes, I could see My Hero ending this year tbh. But also—Horikoshi has seemed ready to finish the series for a while, now. 🥺 If anything I think the thing we gotta worry about, as a fandom, is him rushing things. 💀 Which is why I’m so leery when people trot out the “emotional resolution” thing as a reason for the series going on longer—I do consider it one of his weaknesses with his storytelling, outside of the fights, so I think he could very easily sacrifice that kind of satisfaction to get to the “and they were ALL heroes, the end :)” ending.

I sound like I’m hating on him, I’m not. 😭 I love what he’s done and ultimately how he’s telling his story—and I will be a wreck when the manga comes to a close LMAO. When we get that “we’re the greatest heroes :)” ending. 🥹 But he’s also the artist of like, one of the few remaining long-haul series left in Jump. 🥺 Like, god, what else is there? Kishimoto, maybe, with Boruto? Is that a thing? I’m not a Naruto reader so I’ve never paid attention. 😩🙏🏽 Oda with One Piece? Maybe technically Togashi’s Hunter x Hunter? And then Horikoshi, with My Hero Academia. 🥺 Plus there’s a generational difference—all those other artists are what, Gen Xers and older? Whereas Hori is a Milennial, and one of the last so far to have as many chapters. The only other one I can think of hitting the same stride was like, Furudate with Haikyu!! That long-form storytelling takes its toll!! Mangaka break their BACKS with their series, the weekly demand with shonen is insane, and we lose so many artists to health problems they shouldn’t be having!!!!! 🥺 in a dream world Hori would take like, idk, a six month break and then come back and wrap up My Hero however he wanted to, however long that takes, but I think the relentless demands of being such a heavy hitter for Jump will mean he will be keen to finish it as soon as possible. Whether he will is up for debate, but if the series wrapped up by the end of the year or sooner, I would not be surprised nor resent it. 🥺

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Toon Time Theater: SMACS Lineups for July 2024 (SONIC X Speeds Its Way To Victory)

I thank everyone for participating in this month's U-PICK poll. As a result, you made enough votes to want SONIC X on the Toon Time Theater lineup, replacing Pokémon Master Journeys for a few weeks. I made your requests become a reality, and here are the lineups in case you missed out on my announcements prior to the Bartender broadcast.

Don't worry; the T3 Express lineup will still be the same. Let's wait until I reach the 10th episode of DRAGON BALL Z ABRIDGED, OK? When the time comes, I will change up the lineup accordingly.

Also, I have decided that I will run an 11-episode Tomo-chan Is A Girl! marathon the night before Tomo Aizawa's birthday as a way to celebrate it early. Unfortunately I will cut two episodes, so if you want to watch the karaoke or volleyball episodes, you will have to subscribe to crunchyroll and watch them yourself. Besides, I already have HAIKYU!! in the Saturday morning lineup, and it's a better volleyball cartoon anyways.

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hey pooks .. its been a while ..

my writing account has almost 80 followers im so happy i literally do not gaf if that seems like a small amkunt i am so grateful for them 🗣️🔥🔥

i finished my first smau 😼 it was ass but the people like it so thats ok🥰 anyway im prolly gonna do a bachira smau next

also if u havent u should totally watch blue lock its like haikyu but soccer and kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

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80 IS A LOT!!! SO PROUD OF U!!!!

there’s smth sinister about tumblr users n liking ur smaus even when u think it’s ass… stares at everyone who has ever said they like my bnha smaus.

i don’t watch blue lock but i do read it bc i like to make fun of it🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i need to catch up again i forget it exists for a few months n then binge it and then forget about it again 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️