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liberte-news · 26 days ago
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USA tvrdí, že konzultuje se spojenci Jihokorejce u Kursku
Spojené státy konzultují se spojenci o reakci na možné zapojení Severní Koreje do ruské války proti Ukrajině, s obavami z destabilizace a neschopnosti Ruska udržet vlastní síly.
UKRAJINA | Spojené státy úzce konzultují se spojenci a partnery jejich reakci na možné zapojení Severní Koreje do ruské války proti Ukrajině a prověřují celou řadu politických možností. ILUSTRAČNÍ FOTO Americká chargé d’affaires v OBSE Katherine Bruckerová to řekla během zasedání Stálé rady OBSE ve Vídni, uvádí Ukrinform. “Pokud by se vojáci KLDR nasadili do boje proti Ukrajině, bylo by to ze…
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pepikhipik · 2 years ago
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Pozvánka na natáčení s koreanistkou Ninou Špitálníkovou
Ve čtvrtek 27. dubna u Diktafonu Lenky Vrtiškové z Deníku N stane další jedinečná a ojedinělá žena, koreanistka Nina Amopra Špitálníková. Přijďte na "živý" rozhovor do kavárny Caféidoskop, pár posledních vstupenek tam ještě zbývá.
27. 4. 19:00
kavárna Caféidoskop, Lazarská 8, Praha 2
Nina Špitálníková (* 27. prosince 1987 Chrudim) je česká koreanistka, odbornice na Korejskou lidově demokratickou republiku, spisovatelka.
Vystudovala Gymnázium Kladno a následně absolvovala obor koreanistika na Ústavu Dálného východu na Filozofické fakultě Univerzity Karlovy v Praze. V průběhu studia se vědecky zabývala severokorejskou propagandou, vývojem kultu osobnosti Kim Il-songa a historií Korejské lidově demokratické republiky.
V rámci studií absolvovala semestr na Univerzitě Sŏnggjungwan v jihokorejském Soulu. V roce 2011 a 2012 se rovněž zúčastnila studijních pobytů na Univerzitě Kim Il-songa v Pchjongjangu. Své poznatky publikovala v knize Na studiích v KLDR: Mezi dvěma Kimy. Na Fakultě humanitních studií se stala posluchačkou navazujícího magisterského oboru Orální historie – soudobé dějiny.
V roce 2018 se stala členkou výzkumného týmu v Peace Research Center Prague, který koordinuje Institut bezpečnostní politiky, ve spolupráci s jednotlivci z Peace Research Institut Frankfurt, Katedry mezinárodních vztahů, Katedry evropského práva, Katedry psychologie a Ústavu ekonomických studií UK.
Angažuje se v aktivitách souvisejících s genderovou nerovností a s problematikou samoživitelek. V roce 2017 založila s britským dubovým uskupením Vibronics mezinárodní projekt Woman on a mission, který upozorňuje na znevýhodnění žen v hudebním průmyslu. Jako dramaturgyně a produkční pracuje v pražském multikulturním centru Crossclub.
Ve volbách do Evropského parlamentu v květnu 2019 kandidovala jako nestraník na 7. místě kandidátky Pirátů, ale nebyla zvolena.
V roce 2019 i 2020 byla nominována na Cenu Františky Plamínkové v kategorii osobnost roku. Za svoji knihu Svědectví o životě v KLDR získala v roce 2021 cenu Litera v kategorii publicistika.
V roce 2015 poskytla jako vyznavačka BDSM rozhovor serveru iDNES.cz v rámci seriálu Lidé Česka. V interview prozradila, že již v 17 letech si oblíbila japonskou bondage, kterou považuje za druh umění. Také zjistila, že ji baví bolest a nechala si aplikovat různé piercingy, jakož i postupné tetování většiny částí těla.
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goodbuttaken · 6 months ago
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co ti dalo studium na vysoké škole?
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kendricklamardrider · 1 year ago
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didnt knowbhevwas choll lie that
im over here meetin the iris rn i’m talkin to tha iris i’m chill asf. tranquilizing my shit, im tranquil as fuck man im one with the iris man.
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beatrixacs · 2 years ago
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Now reading Testimony about Life in North Korea by Nina Špitálníková
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liberte-news · 3 months ago
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Jižní Korea a USA zahajují společné cvičení, KLDR opět zuří
TO BY MOHLO BÝTI ZAJÍMAVÉ ... Jižní Korea chce proti bezpilotním prostředkům z KLDR používat laserové zbraně. Agentuře AFP to sdělil jihokorejský úřad pro vyzbrojování (DAPA)
ZE SVĚTA – Americká armáda v pondělí spolu s jihokorejskou zahájila v Jižní Koreji pravidelné letní vojenské cvičení, jehož cílem je posílit obranné schopnosti proti hrozbě ze Severní Koreje. Potrvá do 29. srpna a zahrnuje jak počítačově simulované válečné akce, tak polní operace. Severokorejské ministerstvo zahraničí to označilo za provokativní válečné nacvičování agrese. Informovala o tom…
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gazmakesstupidart · 6 months ago
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credits to Okami-117 for OC
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kendricklamardrider · 1 year ago
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this reminds me of that "he cried i crew too we both crode" tweet anyways i love it sobbing my eyes out he deserves only the best
we NEED "i'm just too soft for all of it." IWHT MEGUMI PLS IM BEGGING
I'M JUST TOO SOFT FOR ALL OF IT (m. fushiguro)
a/n: me making up medical shit LMFAO, repressed and emotionally constipated megumi, deadbeat dad t*ji, slight mentions and undertones of toxic masculinity
L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!
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Since he was four years old and still growing into his long-sleeved sweaters, Megumi has learned to heal his own wounds or almost die trying.
A routine that he now knows like the back of his hand, he'd returned from his latest mission with weeping cuts and exhaustion clear beneath his eyes, making a point to stop at the medical closet before returning to his dorm. With Shoko's workday over, he makes a mental note to visit her first thing in the morning when he wakes. 
He can make it through the night, he always does. Because Megumi is a thinker. He plans until he can't and covers all bases for when they're stolen. He gets by. 
What he didn't take into account was potentially running into you, of all people. Dormitory halls barren and almost eerie, he nearly curses himself for brushing shoulders as you turn the corner on the way back to your own room. 
Your timing has always been wrong, or maybe it's right and Megumi can't differentiate between the two. 
And now he's here, on the creaky wooden floor of the medicinal closet, with you kneeling beside him and prodding at his injuries with tender wrists. 
Never one to be good with idle hands, Megumi fidgets and tries to brush at the dried blood on his shoulder. The action has both of you hissing—him in a jolt of pain and you in reaction to his hurt. 
"Don't touch it," your voice falters to be stern, still coming out so gently. Megumi thinks about the irony of that—of how you can't even be sharp if you tried. You're too gentle, too soft to even sound hard momentarily. 
Humiliated at the mere idea of doing nothing, at needing help, he shakily exhales and returns his attention to the floor. 
When the damp cotton pad in your hand touches a bit too deep in one of his cuts, Megumi does his best to save face but can't help the grunt of breath that gets sucked into his lungs. 
Immediately, he feels you retract from his skin and coo your apologies. Carefully returning your attention to the burning wound, you do your best to soothe him. 
"Sorry, it's deeper than it looks. Almost over."
Megumi's response is quick and curt, like a cut of its own, "It's fine."
You nod hesitantly before grabbing the bottle of antiseptic and another clean cotton round. The cleaning of his wounds continues in silence, though your thoughts are louder than anything. 
His injuries vary in size. Some deeper, fresher, than others. Some looking like one-hit victims and others a repeated attack. You do your best to take note of where he's sensitive, where he's hurting the most. 
When you reach a certain scratch on his bicep, you're able to catch a glimpse of his face. Sweat beading on his forehead and damp hair sticking to his skin, Megumi bites the collar of his uniform to suppress any kind of noise (weakness) from you. 
When he slips up and lets out a guttural muffled groan, you think you might audibly whimper yourself. 
"You can yell if you want to," you try to help him in any way you can, "or squeeze my hand or—"
"I'm fine," Megumi attempts to bark again, but this time is different. It's not cold or sharp like it was last time. You can hear how it shakes against the echos of the closet, how it sounds like the burn of tears building in a sore throat.
And between the pain everywhere he still has feeling and the intimacy of you carefully caressing him, Megumi finds himself tearing up. 
"Hey," he feels you whisper, attempting to caress his jaw and prompt him to look at you, "hey, you okay?"
He can't find it in himself to answer nor lift his head, so he sniffles like a kicked child and crinkles his nose in disgust at his own pathetic actions.
Megumi is tough, one of the toughest people you know. You've seen him more beat up than this and barely break a sweat. Your head feels light at the realization that something's wrong. He shouldn't be in this much pain from the familiar burning of antiseptic he's felt a dozen times over. Maybe it's from a cursed weapon, or a technique where—
A stifled sob cuts you off.  
Like a glass cracking beneath pressure, you feel something inside you break. No longer caring about cleaning his cuts or avoiding sensitive areas, you can't stop yourself from wrapping around his hunched frame. 
Megumi's breath hitches as you hold him, feels your hair tickling his neck when you rub his back and whisper.
"I'm sorry, I know, but you're doing so good, okay? And I'm almost done—"
"Don't do that," he bites. 
Assuming he's referring to prodding at a specific wound, you flinch and loosen your grip, "Do what?"
"Talk to me like that," he snarls with a crack, "in that—voice."
He feels your head remove its weight from his shoulder slowly, "Why?"
"Because I can't—" Megumi's voice almost breaks before he whines, gritting his teeth when he whimpers, "I can't handle it."
And just like that, Megumi is four years old again. He's scraping his knee on the concrete of his front lawn, and a blurry father-shaped figure with dark hair and legs far too tall tells him to be a man. Not being old enough to use the stove without supervision, but still knowing enough to save his cries for his pillow when Tsumiki is snoring and can't overthink his tears. He thinks of Gojo—of the first time he broke down in front of him and was met with whispers of good intent and love that registered in his brain as pity. Humiliation.
He doesn't realize he's crying until he feels your fingertips on his wet cheeks, replacing the stinging of antiseptic with a fluttering and velvety touch. 
Between sniffled strings of apologies and a few hiccups of words that don't quite make sense, you piece together that Megumi isn't crying because he's in pain. He's crying because he can, because you're helping him in a way he never asked for, let alone known. 
"I've never...been allowed to, like, feel—"
"Hey," you're soft again, as if you ever weren't. "I know," fingers delicately brush his sticky eyelashes when you remind him, "but you are now."
"Are what?"
"Allowed," you whisper against his cheek, "to feel however you want when you're around me."
And Megumi doesn't know how you do it. How you remain a light in a world that's constantly doing all it can to kick you while you're down. Maybe you're just naive, so stupidly optimistic that it'll eventually be your own demise. Maybe.
But, Megumi can't find himself to care, because he knows that for as long as he's on this earth, he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to that light of yours. 
Back to reality and rubbing at his stinging eyes, Megumi softly scoffs. "Y'know, sometimes you look at me with those stupid eyes and I don't know what happens, but I almost feel sick."
Your laughter tastes like water, "I know what you mean. But in a good way though, right?"
"Yeah," he nods, "in a good way."
When Megumi's back finally hits his mattress at an ungodly hour of the morning—something he's been dreaming of since he'd left it hours ago—he's sickeningly sore and his eyes burn with hypersensitivity. He lets himself close his eyes thinking of your hands, the ones that soaked his now scabbing wounds and wiped his watery eyes. 
Megumi plans, sure, but he never could have prepared for you. 
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beatrixacs · 2 years ago
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Also two new books - Norse Mythology by @neil-gaiman​ and Testimony about life in North Korea by Czech koreanist Nina Špitálníková
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goodbuttaken · 6 months ago
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Sierra Leone je podle aktuálního Global Peace Indexu víc v pohodě než Srbsko, Řecko, Francie, Argentina, Kypr, daleko před Brazílií či Indií.
Spojené státy americké jsou na krásném 131. místě, dvě pozice za Haiti a taky za Kongem, Běloruskem, většinou -stánů a přes 50 pozic za Jamajkou (kde existují čtvrti otevřeně ovládané gangy).
Turecko, člen NATO, který pořád neví, jestli nechce i do EU, je 147., ve společnosti Pákistánu, Íránu a KLDR.
(Česko přes loňský propad zůstává mezi 14 zeměmi s nejvyšším rankingem)
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kendricklamardrider · 1 year ago
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megumi my love (sobs)
꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒢𝒪𝒪𝒟 𝑀𝒪𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒩𝒢, 𝒮𝒰𝒩𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒩𝐸 — waking up beside them
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info ⭑ includes: gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi ノ fluff :3
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✰ GOJO rises with the sun which means that he’s almost always up before you. as the birds chirp outside the window and the heater kicks on with its constant hum, satoru takes the seldom moment of peace to watch your sleeping figure. you’ve wiggled your way out of his arms, only partly in his hold, lying so that you’re partially facing him on your side but in the process of rolling over onto your back. he’s tempted to close the gap, pull you close and hug you against his chest but you look too comfortable to rouse. the warm, bright rays of sunlight peek through the curtains and cast an angelic glow on half of your face. he can’t help it when his hand reaches out, lithe fingers tracing the lines of your jaw, from just beneath your ear all the way down to your chin. your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks as you begin to stir, smiling upon meeting satoru’s familiar cerulean irises. hand moving up to caress your cheek, he jokes about how lucky you are to wake up to such a handsome face every morning but behind his jesting words and signature smirk, he knows it’s the other way around. he’s the one who hit the jackpot.
✰ GETO often finds it difficult to sleep through the entire night which means he’s up while you’re still resting. he doesn’t like the thought of disturbing you so, instead of feeling around for his phone or sneaking off to the kitchen, he stays put beside you in bed. your back is facing him, unobstructed by the fabric of a shirt. he reaches out to touch you faintly, just barely making contact with your soft skin. his middle finger hovers, following the curve of your spine from your neck all the way down to the dip of your lower back. for as long as you’re still sleeping, suguru occupies himself by languidly outlining pretty patterns across your back. you wake to his feathery touch, stretching out your arms and legs before rolling over to face him. suguru greets you with a smile, his face framed by thick pieces of hair that escaped his loose bun sometime last night. you tell him good morning through a yawn as you stroke the rogue strands of hair. the both of you spend the rest of your time in bed planning the day ahead while your fingers detangle the ends of his inky hair and his fingers continue to aimlessly draw lines across the blank canvas of your back.
✰ YUUJI is a clingy sleeper; there’s never a morning when you don’t wake up to him wrapped around you like a koala bear, serving as a second blanket. you wouldn’t be able to move even if you tried, but you don’t attempt to leave his arms for a while after you wake. you cherish the warmth he envelops you in. it’s comfortable enough that you can feel yourself slipping back into a restful slumber, but you fight the urge to fall back asleep. the moment you shift as though you plan on getting up from bed, yuuji’s arms tighten around your midsection and he lets out a sleepy groan in protest. stay a little longer, he pleads, the warmth of his breath sending a chill down your spine and making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. it’s impossible to say no to him on most occasions but it’s especially difficult with that morning voice of his. so you stay put and let him snuggle into you. you can feel the smile tugging at his lips as he presses light, soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. his affection is distracting and by the time you get a glimpse of the clock, it’s long past the time you had planned on getting up.
✰ MEGUMI sleeps peacefully, as though he isn’t plagued by a problem in the world. it’s one of the few moments you can be certain he’s free from the stress that seems to follow him during the day. because he looks so tranquil, you can’t help but take a few minutes to look at him after you wake up; his pink parted lips and the long, thick lashes that brush the tops of cheeks. dark strands of hair fall over his face and you almost reach out to push them back when his gravelly voice cuts through the serene air. are you going to stare at me all morning? he asks, eyes still shut, words jumbled since his cheek is pressed up against his arm. you smile, telling him that maybe you just might. his eyes are open by now and the sleepy blue orbs meet yours. despite his words, he doesn’t mind your lingering gaze. megumi finds comfort in being the subject of your stare; not for some selfish reason like being the only person you look at in such a way, but because he can feel every ounce of love behind your eyes. and so, without any objection, he lets you comb his unruly hair back with your fingers, never once taking his eyes off of you or the warm smile you wear while doing so.
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hai, it's your friendly neighborhood sua! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎
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kb85lazy · 10 months ago
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Bsv e prf kldr helt ksh court cse
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autoring · 1 year ago
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Ruská delegace v čele s ministrem obrany Sergejem Šojguem se tento týden v KLDR zúčastní oslav 70. výročí příměří mezi Korejemi. Podle agentury AFP o tom dnes informovala severokorejská státní média.
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jansibik · 5 years ago
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North Korea 🇰🇵. #northkorea #pchjongjang #kldr #severnikorea #pyongyang #dprk #everydaydprk #dprkorea (v místě Pyongyang, Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzbTQ5oiqSa/?igshid=5537q6p477q4
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kendricklamardrider · 1 year ago
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THIS IS SO CYUUUUTEEEEEE AWWWMANNNN
I want to kiss you / キスしたい
G. Satoru
NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.
WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok
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Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.
Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.
"Hi."
"Hi."
And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.
You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.
Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.
He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.
So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.
Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;
暑い。
It's hot.
There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.
Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.
Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.
One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.
キスしたい。
I want to kiss you.
He looks at you expectantly.
You type back to him.
Then kiss me.
それからキスして。
He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.
Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.
The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.
Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.
Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.
"It was your eyes for me." You said.
"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.
"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.
"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"
"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.
"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering to barrier and all."
"Ooh, did you?"
"How is this surprising? We're married??"
"Oh yeah."
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raphaelmwai · 3 years ago
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