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knightzp · 1 year ago

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4, 5, 21, 23 for ritsu!

yayyyyy

4. if you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, movie, anything, what would you put them in?

mmm this is such an interesting question. anything to free him from gacha game hell. aldks okay but i think the visual novel format in which enstars stories are told is nice and can be really good in certain scenes but its true that it normally leaves so many things behind that would be better portrayed in another type of media. i think id put him in a book bc reading lionheart, which was in book format, was such an experience and id love to read ritsu in this much more freeing format that allows you to expand everything in many more ways. reading a whole book in ritsu pov would be amazing id love it

an anime would also be really niceee but one that adapts All the story at a good pace without rushing or deleting scenes and that focuses well in the characters no matter how much time or episodes it takes (cant wait for checkmate anime next year i really really really hope they do it well !!!)

5. whats the first song that comes to mind when you think abt them?

very obvious answer but. either mayonaka no nocturne or little romance.... both his solo and his center song fit him so well i love them sososo much <3

21. if youre a fic writer and have written for this character, whats your favorite thing to do when youre writing this character? something you dont like?

uuu this is such a good one. i loveee writing ritsu being silly and teasing his friends, either mao or the rest in knights (especially izumi or kasita). i love writing his interactions with arashi too they are such besties and their friendship is everything to me. i also love putting him through the horrors and exploring his inner thoughts and feelings theres so much to unpack there and being able to write it is always so oughgggg

as for something i dont like writing abt him mmmm i cant think of anything i love his character as a whole and its always very easy and fun for me to write him so yeah

23. favorite picture of this character?

*opens the part of the phone gallery full of ritsus cgs*

my fave picture ever for him has to be his fs1 !!!

i love all the details in his outfit: the moon necklace, the ribbon on the side cape, the rose crown oh my god the rose crown!!!!! the black-white-red color scheme just fits him perfectly and the loose shirt looks so comfy and totally something he would wear in his sleep. just as the name of the card says this is totally a picture of he who awakens in his slumber. also the background is soooo pretty with the tree branches around him and the petals flying and the moonlight falling on him and with the street lights behind him adding a really nice touch to the whole picture too. its sososo. beautiful

also special mention to his euthanasia card too bc it deserves it <3

#ask #ask game #mutuals 💜#i love his fs1 so much maybe i should put it again as my icon........

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daitsaisan · 2 years ago

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Yayyyyy I now have a background Drawing tutorial!!

From characters to Backgrounds is a simple tutorial on how to start doing backgrounds when you have no idea where to start + tips on doing them + some fundamentals like perspective n tips on composition + color and light etc! It’s 280+ pages 👁

Get it here

I also made a Figures + BG bundle which is my figure drawing + background tutorial all in one

But ofc my Figure drawing tutorial if you haven't gotten in yet

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I tried to make it as completely beginner friendly as I could so if you're completely lost on how to start or do any BG then this is for you! I even start from how to draw boxes!

I also included a master list of resources you can go to after my tutorial!! (Which is still being updated!)

And ofc if you're having any issues, email me! [email protected]

#art tutorial #background #art help #tutorial #artists on tumblr #environment

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strwrs · 3 years ago

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Oh you have to share your set for the criminal minds cast, I gotta know

AHHHHH YAYYYYY I WAS SO HOPING TO GET AN ASK ABOUT CRIMINAL MINDS!!!! ty, maura!!!! <333

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

derek morgan mY BELOVED!!!!!!!! (side note: if i could choose any celebrity to meet, i would choose shemar moore bc his smile would surely add ten years—AT LEAST—to my life)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

honestly rossi alksjdlskjd he reminds me of my gramps. purely in the face, although they don't really look all that alike... but i guess he reminds me more of my gramps than anyone else i've ever seen on this earth so lasdlsakj. anyway, he's just a really freaking cool grandpa character, and i love him a whole freaking lot <3333333

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

alex blake, my beloved <3 i was so sad when she left the show. but happy for her character 🥲

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

omg okay emily prentiss when she left to work at interpol for a while. every time they brought her up or she was in an episode i was like AHHHHHHHH IT IS SHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (it goes derek, rossi, then emily for me <3)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

SPENCER REID. let me give him a hUG

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

omg my first thought was hotch, but then i was like alskjdaslkjd i'd be too scared. but maybe gideon. or luke. yessss probably luke. bc he's pretty, but he's also playful and also kind and non-threatening askjdlaskj

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

FREAKING GEORGE FOYET (although oh my goodness oh my gosh???? one of THE best arcs in all of criminal minds. criminal minds really knew how to do major arcs with excellent filler episodes. i miss it)

send me a fandom (or a sw movie, show, trilogy, etc)!!

#ty again; this was so fUN!!!!!!!!#ask #ask game #mutuals #maura tag

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dollyprincessollie · 3 years ago

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hii yttd for the ask game if no one has asked :) or pokemon if you want!! i might learn something lmao

@loves-like-you AND WHOEVER THIS ANON IS YAYYYYY TY GUYSSSS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 also pardon my running cat JFOKSDPOKSDGOPKSGD

also pluto dw 2 ppl sent in asks for pokemon so perhaps u Will learn smth :)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most):

ALL of my yttd f/os (keiji, kai, alice, safalin, naomichi) honestly.... HOWEVER, there is one character who is liek. my all time favorite... and that is joe <3 i love joe mama so much i will do anything for him :)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

GINNNNNN.... HE IS MY BABY W NO QUOTATION MARKS HE JUST IS MY SON

ALSO RANMARU OH MY GOD.... HE IS JSUT SO CUTE ADN FOR WHAT....... 😭😭😭😭😭😭

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

NAOMICHI... EVERYONE PLS STOP SLEPEING ON NAOMICHI RN IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS <////3

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

anzu Smile :) i wish she had more Plot relevancy but hey.... i still love her :) also reko adn alice's bandmates !!!!!!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

okay so i CALL naomichi my poor little meow meow but he isnt problematic, controversial, OR pathetic... however i WILL say he's unpopular so he still fits... he is my little meow meow *kisses him*

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

rio ranger >:) teehee

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

midori BYE

#answered #annoyingloudmicrowavecultist #loves-like-you #anon #yttd #f/o tag #ult cc tag #cc tag

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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Mama Mina

Category: Friendship Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido

Hey, everyone! Here’s another story for @bnhabookclub‘s weekly SFW prompt, “You can’t ignore me forever!” Enjoy! :)

Denki’s lips were drawn up in a cheerless pout as he lay sideways on his bed, repeatedly bouncing a ball against his opposite wall. With languid, practiced motions that were more muscle memory than actual attentive efforts, he flicked his wrist to lob the ball at the same spot on the wall he had been for the last hour. He watched with dull lidded eyes as the squishy rubber toy sailed across the width of the bedroom, struck the smooth painted surface, dove down at a forty-five-degree angle to bounce once on the polished wooden floor strewn with dirty socks and worn tee-shirts, then returned to his waiting hand. Shwip. Thunk. Thwock. Slap. The sounds echoed, just as depressing and lifeless as the ambiance.

“Stupid,” he muttered aloud as he hurled the ball across the room once more. “Absolutely useless. What’re you even here for, Denki?” The ball slammed into the wall as he subconsciously applied more force to the throw; in turn, its arc changed dramatically and crashed into his face instead of his hand. The ball ricocheted off his nose to collide with his desk lamp, causing it to spin wildly around and knock into the plastic cup holding his writing utensils. He cursed as he rolled onto his back with both his hands tenderly holding his bruised face, trying to ignore the added insult of his pencils and pens sliding over the desk and clattering to the floor. In the background of that and his groans, he could hear the rubber ball bouncing and then rolling over the wood to come to rest somewhere under his bed. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”

Denki usually tried to stay positive. He really did. That was his thing, after all, being the plucky optimist. He had drained his supply of sanguinity, however; the cistern was as dry as a desert, not a drop of confidence to be found. How could he be self-assured, after making an absolute fool of himself in the third round of the Sports Festival? It had taken literal seconds for Ibara Shiozaki to obliterate him in their one-on-one battle. Denki had never suffered such a grievous insult in his life. Of course, it wasn’t her fault. It was all his stupid fault.

He pushed the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to force the tears that were brimming there from leaking out. He failed miserably at that as well. The salty liquid rolled down his flushing cheeks to bead on his chin, then drip down and absorb into the collar of his tee-shirt.

“Ungh… Goddammit,” he sniffed and rolled onto his belly to shove his face into his pillow. In the back of his mind, he thought suffocating himself was preferable to the uncomfortable twisting in his gut and the stinging in his eyes. Unfortunately, the fabric of his pillow was much too breathable. The world is against me. Without removing his face from the cushiony construct, he slipped halfway off the bed to grope blindly around for the rubber ball. Continuously chunking it relieved some of his nervous energy, at least.

He stopped when someone knocked loudly and insistently on his bedroom door.

“Denki!” Mina’s high-pitched voice was still loud even bleeding through the wood. She rattled the doorknob experimentally to find it locked. “Denki, lemme in! Let’s talk.” What the hell is she doing here?! “Me and Eiji and Hanta are all here to hang out. Your mom called us!” Of course she did… he thought sourly. “Hanta’s setting his PlayStation up downstairs! Come on! Let’s go play!”

He removed his face from the plush pillow to shout, “Dun wanna!” He scowled when the pink-skinned girl jiggled the metal knob again, more persistently this time.

“Denki, come on, you’ve been moping in here all day. It doesn’t do any good to sulk like this! Come onnnn! Let’s talk it out!” Denki snorted derisively and threw himself on his side, facing the wall and pouting childishly. If he were in a healthy state of mind, he might appreciate her kind gesture; however, incensed as he was, he could only be petulantly exasperated by her insistence. She continued to bleat invitational prattle before his doorway, and he decided not to waste the energy on responding. If I ignore her, she’ll go away. “Denki. Denki. Denki.” She began relentlessly chanting his name and punctuating each shout with a rattle of the knob. Grumbling unflattering words under his breath, he wrapped the pillow around his ears. The breathable fabric didn’t muffle nearly as much sound as he wished. “Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki. Denki.” He curled up so that his knees touched his chest.

Go away, he snarled in his mind. I don’t want to talk about how stupid I am. Leave me alone!

“Denki, you can’t ignore me forever! DenkiDenkiDenkiDenkiDenkiDen-”

“Fuck! Okay, I’m coming, just cut it out! Sheesh,” he yelled and threw himself off the bed. Somehow the angry motion was coordinated, and he landed on the flats of his bare feet. His stomps were purposeful and thundering as he stalked open to the door to unlock it and throw it open. “What?” he hissed at the smiling, bubbly girl, chest heaving and cheeks flushed with misdirected self-loathing.

“Denki, are you sad?”

“No! I’m not sad! Now, will you leave me alone?!” he huffed and went to shut the door in her face. In his heart of hearts, he knew that wasn’t right, but Goddammit, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. Sometimes a man just needed to brood in peace. Her pink hand flew up to slam against the wood, demonstrating surprising strength as it stopped it in its tracks.

“I think you’re lying.”

“So what if I am?!” Instantaneously, his cheeks flushed a rose color. Dammit, that isn’t what I wanted to say! Her face deadly serious and those black-and-gold eyes boring into the quivering depths of his soul, Mina leaned into the doorway. Denki gulped and subconsciously leaned back in the face of such unwavering resolve.

“I’m coming in,” she asserted simply. Denki deflated with a whine and trudged away from the door to throw himself face-down back on the bed. His groan of acknowledgment was muffled by that annoyingly breathable fabric of his pillow. He heard the soft scrapes of her socks over his floor. They were followed by the gentle click of the door behind her. Denki hugged his pillow as he moped over how rapidly the situation spiraled out of control; it was just par for the course for him, he supposed. Silly, stupid Denki with no spine-

“Denki. You know that none of us think any less of you for what happened at the Sports Festival, right?” He visibly cringed as she heartlessly jabbed at the core of his depression. Snorting, he rolled on his side such that his back was to her. Morosely, he curled his thin body around the pillow.

“Yeah, right. You guys probably thought it was hilarious. She wiped the floor with me.” His bottom lip wobbled pitifully just talking about it. It had been so humiliating. Finally, he thought he had his chance to show that he wasn’t just the dumb guy that fried his brain and mumbled “Yayyyyy,” but he had blown it in the most mortifying way. Kyoka was probably sniggering into her hand while she gossiped about him to Momo-

“Well, Hanta-”

“He was up against Todoroki, and he even got a good shot in,” he countered matter-of-factly. Angrily, he squeezed the plush body of the pillow but had not the raw strength to tear it to little shreds of fabric and cotton like he wanted to. “Stop lyin’ to me. You can say it. I’m useless and stu-”

“You are not stupid!” He jumped violently as her voice cracked like a whip in the relatively quiet bedroom. He yelped like a wounded dog when she wrenched him onto his back by the shoulder. Like it was a shield, he kept the pillow hugged to his body and stared owlishly up at the fuming girl. Her pink lips pressed into a thin line, and her fingers clenched into her hips. “So what if you’re not Bakugo or Todoroki or even Midoriya? You still earned your way into this hero course!” she scolded him. He just vehemently nodded along. Frankly, he was a little terrified she would whap him upside his head if he continued with the self-pity. Her face softened slightly, and she bent over him to ruffle his blonde-and-black hair affectionately. “You have your own merits, and believe it or not, we all know them. You’re loyal and care a lot about your friends.” She smiled brightly down at him as he blushed shyly. “Sure, it didn’t work out this time, but you’ve still got so much time to prove what you’re made of. Stop saying you’re stupid or useless, because you’re not. None of us think that.”

“Really?” he asked her with big, round eyes, and she nodded firmly.

“Pinky-swear!” she grinned and held up her pinky finger emphatically. “Not even Kyoka,” she added with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, which made him gulp and flush further. Still hugging the pillow but not as tightly, he sat up from the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had to admit, even though she had just basically reprimanded him like a stern mother, he felt loads better. He smiled warmly when she grabbed his hand and looped her pinky with his.

“Thanks, Mina.”

“No problem!” He chuckled, and she stepped away when he slung his legs around to hop of the bed. She stood on her tip-toes to muss up his already wild hair again. “Now get yourself dressed and come get some breakfast. Your mom said you haven’t eaten anything.”

“Mina, it’s like… two in the afternoon.”

“Brunch, then! Regardless, food! You need sustenance!” she insisted and jabbed him in his belly with her index fingers a few times. He squirmed at the tickling prods and skittered away from her to his closet.

“Yes, Mom!” he snorted, finally dropping the pillow to begin rifling through the closet for a suitable tee shirt. Mina hummed contentedly and strolled to the door, kicking aside a few of his discarded socks and underwear towards his dirty clothes hamper.

“Yup, that’s me. Mama Mina! If you’re not downstairs in five minutes, I’m coming back up to drag you by the ear,” she warned as she stepped out of the door.

“I’m coming! Promise!” he laughed, and she flashed him a teasing wink before shutting the door behind her. Amused, he stared at the wooden entryway for a few seconds, just smiling admiringly. “Mama Mina,” he huffed under his breath and shook his head before wrenching his shirt off and tossing it across the room into the hamper. The smile never fell from his face the entire time he was getting ready.

It just felt really nice to know he had someone looking after him.

“All right! Time to kick some ass, Denki Kaminari!” he told himself with a devilish smile. He cracked his knuckles and his neck, then did a couple pre-game stretches. He then all but bolted out of his bedroom and down the stairs. His friends greeted him with a chorus of “hello’s.” He snatched up a bag of Doritos from the kitchen counter and vaulted over the back of the couch, snatching up a controller and sticking out his tongue confidently.

“’Sup, guys? Ready to looooose?”

“As if!” Hanta cried and shoved him in the side of the head. “You’re the one who’s going down!”

“How do I play this game, Mina?” Eijirou frowned at the flickering screen.

“Just shoot the zombies, Eiji.”

“Shoot the zombies,” the redhead repeated unsurely under his breath and squinted at the television. Denki shoved a handful of nacho chips in his mouth and rolled onto his belly, legs still slung over the back of the couch, before holding the bag out to Mina. She took it graciously and patted him on the top of his head, making him smile widely.

I have really, really good friends.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

Tag List: @deliathedork @sadistiks @simplybakugou

#bnhabookclub #weekly prompt event #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #ashido mina #mina ashido #my hero academia #mha #my hero #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha fanfiction

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aja154ever · 7 years ago

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Things to take note of if you’ll be watching Dead Apple

I guess most of you are aware of the spoilers anyway, but I just want your eyes and ears to especially appreciate these points.

Posting this just in time for the people watching the movie in the States this week! And I guess Southeast Asia won’t also have to wait that long, and for Europe, Italy got it! Yayyyyy

#BSD SPOILERS

(Includes scenes and a few comments from the staff and voice actors)

Also, please excuse my bias

Under the cut!

- The first character to appear on the big screen (Hold on to your heart my dear)

- Mafia Dazai’s kick in his first scene (bec hey we don’t get to see him using his physical strength so often)

- Chuuya’s 16-year old voice (cool as ever, thank you Kishou)

- Shibusawa’s beautiful hands, especially in his first scene

- Fyodor’s breathtaking beauty all throughout, srsly

- THE OPENING MV, definitely one of the best animation edits ever

- Ofc DEADLY DRIVE hehe

The song’s full length is 3:50, while the movie opening lasted 3:30 so in the stage greeting Taniyama Kishou was kinda feeling sorry like, “Just a little bit more...” hoping that people will buy the GRANRODEO CD to listen to the remaining 20 seconds

- Dazai’s voice in the grave scene (I’m not crying Mamoooo)

- Dazai’s shy and happy laugh when Odasaku tells him that he’s interesting

Kadokawa Producer Kurakane Chiaki describes it as akin to a child getting praised by his parent

- Compare it to Dazai’s voice when talking about/to Ango

- Atsushi following Kyouka’s demands/commands

- Kunikida’s strength despite his gunshot wound (esp the table kick yasss)

- How formidable it is to have Light Snow as an opponent

- Kyouka’s badassery all throughout (i’m proud of you my girl)

- Rashomon’s sexy body like wow

- AKUTAGAWA’S SMILES HE SMILED TWICE ZOMG

- Nyaaa (I’m not giving further details about that lol)

- Kyouka’s mom aaaaaahhhhhh

- Chuuya punching and breaking the wall without his ability

- Dazai’s beauty and sexiness upgrading to a whole different level just because he’s wearing white and his hair is tucked behind his ear

-Dazai’s voice after getting stabbed (”I see. You’re betraying me here?” - that line gosh my ears Mamo my ears)

- Crime and Punishment’s B E A U T I F U L scene

- Atsushi’s “A boy would always have to draw out the tiger’s claws in order to live!”

Uemura-san specifically asked for that line to be recorded again because he wanted it to turn out perfectly

- Chuuya’s line before jumping off the plane (his coolest line ever gosh)

- Chuuya’s screams while fighting with Corruption

In Mamo’s experience during the recording, he said it felt like he was at a Kishou live concert. “There’s no one who can shout and act in a battle scene like that!”

- The slow background music at the beginning of the Soukoku scene

- How gentle Dazai’s touch was on the cheek

- Bones’ effort not to totally make Chuuya’s face fall on Dazai’s crotch (it’s safe peeps okay now breathe)

- Mori and Fukuzawa working like partners who don’t need words to do their next action

- “YASHASHIRAYUKIIIIIIII” Kyouka’s scream

- Reason Living delivering goosebumps to every cell of your being

Kishou jokes the staff like, “But of course, you reserved Reason Living for the climax” instead of GRANRODEO’s song

- Atsushi’s face in the last scene against Shibusawa when he crushes him

Uemura shares that during the recording, he made a face that he can’t show everyone. His face really transformed like Atsushi’s, like a tiger, as he did his best to voice act the scene with all his might.

- Chuuya’s smiles with Akutagawa and Mori (my depression got cured)

- But my personal favorite: Dazai’s smile after hearing Atsushi say Odasaku’s line

- Cue Luck Life’s Bokura here (that’s it my heart has completely melted)

YAYYYYYY. Make sure to share your thoughts after watching! It would be nice if you can also get back to this post after. Let us scream together!!! 🍎🍎💖💖

#bungou stray dogs #bsd dead apple #bsd movie #bsd spoilers #my original content #bsd translation

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daechwitatamic · 2 years ago

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hahahah yayyyyy i'm glad i gave you some feet kickies!!!!!

yo, tae is GONE for her from day one, unabashedly, unironically, unashamed, that's his baby and he LIKES her, and i LOVE that about him. petition to make more people just LIKE others without playing dumb games.

Jimin always ends up being my favorite side character, especially when I can write him next to Taehyung, I will never not have vmin sprinkles in my series if I can help it

ahskjahsfga yoongiiiii, honestly i'm shocked no one asked for any pov of the yoongi/kiko background story!

the bottom line for WWH was that Taehyung SAW her and understood her from the very beginning. No matter how she tried to stay prickly and no matter how fucked up it got between them, he GOT her. it's my favorite thing about them honestly.

thank you so much for this!!!!! a handful more of these to come, and it might not be too too too much longer before i can start posting mffmhh, i broke 27k yesterday!!!

WWH Drabbles: We're at chapter 4 so what about Tae's POV when his tutoring with YN was cancelled, i don't know why i picture him freaking out, calling her and finding out she's sick. Also i wanna see him NAGGING Yoon and Kiko for the soup.

(banner by @itaeewon)

What Was Hidden

POV Drabble #5: Starting to Learn You

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: mild language?

A/N: LOOK @pamzn I DID ONE THAT'S ONLY CUTE!!!!!!! :) :) :)

This one references Chapter 4 if you're playing along at home.

It’s honestly a miracle that Taehyung doesn’t end up sitting alone in the library wondering where you are. He only checks his university email approximately once every semester. Luckily, today’s the day, because right at the top, in bold, sits an email from the student services department.

Important: schedule change

Unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances your tutoring session for 5pm tonight will have to be rescheduled. We apologize for the inconvenience and will reach out soon to discuss scheduling. - Bianca Whyte

Taehyung’s stomach sinks. He’d been afraid of this. Yesterday had been a dream - getting to act all heroic, sweeping you away from your grungy ex. Running through the rain, laughing in his car. The way your eyes had sparkled as you’d pushed wet hair back from your face. The deep conversations you’d had about facades, about what lies beneath.

And waffles. Of course, waffles.

But he had wondered if it had been too much, too heavy.

Maybe it had been. Maybe he’d messed up. Maybe he should have kept it light, like he does with most people. He’s not sure what had urged him to deviate from his usual way; he thinks he could blame it on how you’d been vulnerable first, telling him about your ex. But Taehyung knows the truth - he feels a connection with you, he feels something special when he talks to you. It’s something he hasn’t felt about a girl in a long time.

After reading that email, he spends the whole day feeling off, weird, unsettled. The feeling crawls in his gut like guilt, like he did something wrong and knows it.

“What’s your problem?” Jungkook asks him, sometime after lunch. Taehyung doesn’t even answer him, just finishes chewing his food with a scowl on his face.

By the time five o’clock rolls around, he can’t fucking take it. He shuts himself in his room, abandoning Yoongi and Kiko in the kitchen. He flops backwards onto his bed, pulls out his phone, and does what he’s been wanting to do for six straight hours.

He texts you, just a simple frowny face.

Your answer is almost immediate - “you didn’t get an email from the dept? i’m sick. we’ll reschedule”.

He wants to feel relieved but he doesn’t, not yet. He debates for about a nanosecond and then presses on your contact information to initiate a video call, his preferred method of communication.

He doesn’t entirely expect you to answer; you did the last time, when he’d asked you for help on his paper. But that had been different, he’d asked for your help first and you’d said yes.

The noise indicating that you’d accepted the call surprises him, thrills him. He bites back a smile as you glare at him through the screen.

He’s starting to learn you, though. He knows this glare. It’s not a real one.

“Taehyung,” you groan, and he notices right away that your voice sounds all messed up, like you’re congested. Your hair is wet, too, combed neatly and hanging around your face. “You have got to start texting like a normal person. I do not want you - or anyone - looking at my face right now.”

Taehyung shoves down the instinct to say how much he likes looking at your face. He needs to focus on the task at hand - figuring out if he had fucked up yesterday by getting all serious, and if so, how bad the damage is.

But what comes out of his mouth is, instead, “Are you okay?”

You really do sound terrible.

“Of course I’m okay,” you grump. “I have a cold - I woke up with a fever. It’s probably from splashing around in the rain yesterday.”

Taehyung feels himself frown. Maybe he should have left you at the library door and driven the car over to get you? Would that have been the more chivalrous thing to do?

You lean closer to your camera, like you can see him spiraling. “It’s fine,” you say, tone a little reprimanding. “I already feel way better than I did when I woke up.”

Taehyung still feels uneasy. “I… I was kind of worried that you canceled because of yesterday?”

You don’t understand. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you parrot, “Yesterday?”

“Just, y’know…” Taehyung trails off, kind of hoping you’ll pick up what he’s saying without him having to say it. You don’t. With a sigh, he continues. “I said a lot of personal stuff… you said yourself some of it was heavy. I thought maybe you were, uh, needing a little space after that. I thought that’s why you canceled.”

Once the admission is out there, there’s nothing he can do but wait.

“Taehyung, no,” you say, and he’s never heard your voice like this before - soothing, sweet. You’re actually hurrying to reassure him, not keeping him away with icy answers. You must be sick. “I really… I liked our conversations yesterday.”

Taehyung thinks he might die and go to heaven. You liked talking with him? Was that… an outright admission that you’d enjoyed time with him? He resists the urge to kick his feet, bites back the smile that’s fighting each muscle on his face.

“Okay,” he says, because if he doesn’t say something he’s just going to grin like an idiot and then you might hang up on him. “You sound sick, so I guess I believe you.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you about it,” you say, something teasing in your voice. “I’m painfully honest.”

He laughs, remembering how brutal you’d been at the first tutoring session. He feels relieved, calm for the first time all day. “Don’t I know it,” he says. Downstairs, there’s a clatter of what sounds like some pot lids sliding out of the cabinet onto the floor. This sparks something in his mind and he says, “Hey, did you know your roommate is here?”

You raise your eyebrows. “I did not, but I’m not surprised. I heard she’s been there a lot.”

She has, Taehyung can attest to that. “Do you know what Yoongi’s doing right now?” he asks, trying hard to convey his absolute disbelief. “He’s downstairs cooking her soup. Like… it’s so domestic. I don’t even know who he is right now.”

When Taehyung had left the kitchen, head stormy and full of doubts, Kiko had been sitting at the kitchen table, talking to Yoongi’s back as he methodically chopped vegetables as a pot of water simmered on the stovetop next to him. Taehyung could smell it even upstairs in his room with the door closed, something slightly spicy pricking at his nose.

He’s honestly never seen Yoongi like this - chatting easily, eyes sparkling as he laughs, his shoulders shaking.

“Kiko’s one of the coolest, best people I know,” you say seriously. “So good for him, I guess.”

You both lapse into silence.

If he’s being honest, Taehyung wants to see you. He’s got this weird urge to make sure you’re drinking water, resting well. He’s got a more understandable urge to lay with you, make sure you’re warm and comfortable. It’s a weird urge to take care of you, despite the fact that Taehyung gets the feeling that you’re very well-versed at taking care of yourself.

Still. He wants to help.

“Okay, well, feel better, Y/N. I’ll see you next week?” he asks, hopeful.

“Yeah,” you say. “We’ll reschedule today’s session to another time. The department will reach out.”

“Not you?” Taehyung asks. He says it like a joke, but he’s a little disappointed.

“It’s gotta be done officially,” you explain, like you understand exactly what he’d meant. “I don’t make the rules. See you, Taehyung.”

You hang up before he can say goodbye, which would hurt his feelings if he didn’t catch the sly smile on your face as you tap the button, one he’s sure he wasn’t meant to see.

He wanders across the hall, where Jimin’s door is cracked open about six inches. Taehyung nudges it with his toe, swinging it open a few more feet. Jimin’s sitting on his floor, surrounded by open textbooks. He looks up at Taehyung plaintively.

“Please save me,” he says. “I think my brain is broken.”

“Okay, help me instead,” Taehyung offers, walking over to plop on Jimin’s bed as if it’s his own. “My girl is sick and I feel like… like I need to do something. It’s weird for me to go over there, right?”

“Firstly, this is a no simps zone,” Jimin tells him, eyes still on the textbook closest to his left. “Secondly, yes, that would be extremely weird.”

Taehyung flips him off and falls into silence, pondering.

“We got somewhere yesterday,” he says finally. “Like, I’ve never had a conversation like that with anyone in my life.”

“You wound me,” Jimin remarks flatly.

Taehyung giggles once. Then he says, “I just want to keep the momentum going, you know?”

Jimin finally turns to look at him, taking the conversation seriously at long last. “Haven’t seen you like this in a long time,” he observes. “Years.”

Taehyung feels a rush of embarrassment, feels his face heat up. Jimin is quick to disarm him, adding, “No, it’s nice. It makes me happy. You seem…”

He trails off, but Taehyung can guess - more like the old you.

“You seem happier than you’ve been in a while,” Jimin amends.

“Great,” Taehyung says, trying to move the focus off of his emotional well-being and back to his current puzzle. “So what should I do? Text her tomorrow to ask how she’s feeling?”

“You could send her delivery,” Jimin muses. “She probably doesn’t want to go to the caf to eat if she feels shitty.”

Taehyung thinks about this. From downstairs, he hears Kiko crack up, hears the sound of the garbage can lid being closed. That spicy smell tickles his nose again.

Inspired, he sits up.

“Thank you for your service,” he says, saluting Jimin on his way out the door. Jimin gives a sarcastic little hum, as if to say, thank you for distracting me over your bullshit.

Taehyung makes his way down to the kitchen, excited. It’s a genius idea; she’ll definitely think it’s cute. He heads into the kitchen and starts silently rifling through a cabinet near Yoongi’s legs.

“The fuck are you doing?” Yoongi demands, almost smacking him with the ladle in his hand. “I almost kicked you.”

“Looking for a container,” Taehyung answers from halfway inside the cabinet. “Do you have extra? Of the soup?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “You won’t like this,” he tells him. “I made it spicy.”

“It’s not for me,” Taehyung replies, finally backing out of the cabinet, a small plastic container in one hand and the appropriate lid in the other. “Could I send some home with you, Kiko? For Y/N?”

They both stare at him, silently.

“Because she’s sick?” he tries to explain.

Kiko looks at Yoongi instead of at Taehyung, a giant question-mark still on her face.

“Go away, Taehyung,” Yoongi says finally. “Kiko’s not your personal delivery-person. If you want to try to win over Y/N with food, do it yourself.”

Kiko opens her mouth like she’s going to object, but Taehyung beats her to it.

“She’s going back there anyway,” he points out. “Otherwise I wouldn’t ask. I’m trying not to be over-bearing, hyung! It would be weird if I just drove over there myself. Jimin said so, too.”

“It would,” Kiko agrees, saving him. “I don’t mind bringing some back with me. Is there enough, Yoongi?”

Taehyung doesn’t miss how his friend softens at the sound of his own name leaving her lips.

“There’s enough,” Yoongi admits. “But seriously, Taehyung. You need to stop using me and Kiko as a conduit to get to her.”

“I’m trying,” Taehyung protests. “It’s a delicate situation!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, turning back to the pot of sundubu jjigae, giving it a mild stir.

“No, I get it,” Kiko defends him again. “Y/N is skittish.”

“See?” Taehyung demands, reaching out a foot to nudge Yoongi with it.

“Get your foot off of me or die,” Yoongi grunts. “Give me that container.” He reaches out an empty hand, and Taehyung hands it over. Yoongi fills it generously, and Taehyung hunts around for a plastic bag to put it in during the drive.

“Are you going soon?” he asks Kiko hopefully. “So it’s still hot?”

“Taehyung,” Yoongi growls. “Stop trying to kick her out.”

“I’m going soon,” Kiko tells him, smiling a tiny smile. “I didn’t want to leave her alone too long, anyway. She was in bad shape this morning.”

Taehyung feels a frown tug at the corners of his mouth. Yoongi rolls his eyes at him again, pretends to gag. “Get a grip, bro,” he says. “You’re not even dating.”

“Yet,” Taehyung corrects optimistically. “The soup should help.”

Back upstairs, he pretends to focus on homework while watching his phone, waiting for any sign from you that Kiko had returned to the dorm with his offering.

When the selfie comes in, he actually squeaks as he hurries to unlock his scream. Ashamed, he glances over his shoulder to make sure no one had witnessed it.

Your eyes, tired and happy, look at the camera over the top of the soup container. You send nothing with it, no thank you, no anything.

But he’s starting to learn you, and he knows - you wouldn’t have sent it if you weren’t pleased.

Success, he thinks.

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