#and also nagi is something as in this guy makes me fond but please do something about yourself. you worry me.

[popponn]

dating consultations. [nagi seishiro x f!reader]

notes: it's like 'wow feelings eh' read in elmo voice. then add my nagi phase and my recent obsession with childhood friend!nagi, it turns out like this. warnings: mentions (in a very unserious way) and (manga esque) depiction of break up at the end (not between you and nagi), mentions of bunch of break ups on your part, pinning, childhood friends + gaming buddies (?), obliviousness, post canon au, minor cursing. wo/ta/koi influenced this in some ways.

“Nagi Seishiro, listen to me,” you began.

“Don’t wanna,” Nagi replied, without lifting his head from his phone.

“So, I think my boyfriend broke up with me after finding out I spent money on gacha game,” you continued on, ignoring Nagi’s refusal. “I mean, sure, that's not a good financial decision. But hey, my husband gotta go home somehow and it's like an extra money that I already planned to spend anyway. Don't you get it?”

“No, I don't.”

“Exactly—but you see, I also think that he was honest, and what bothered him the most is because he found out that you and I play better in another game that he also played…” you trailed off at a sudden, more unpleasant that appeared in your mind. “…Seishiro, if I suddenly kick you out of the leaderboard’s number one spot, you will still be my friend right?”

“Nope,” Nagi replied without missing a beat. Like a rite of passage, you knew what came afterward would make you angry. “Your aim at FPS sucks way too much for that to happen.”

Immediately, you heaved out a short huff. You then threw your body over Nagi’s quickly, cuddling the soft blanket draped over him and enjoying the soft detergent scent left on it. Whining and protesting, you “Cheer me up, you brat! I raised you on my back since kindergarten and this is how you repay me?! We grew up in the same litter—spare some sympathy for me!”

(Seishiro found his whole body stiffening when you buried your face on his shoulder and pressed your chest towards his arm. Through the blanket, he could faintly feel your warmth and body. Five years ago, this would have been something he would brush off without batting an eye. Having crushes on oblivious childhood friends who only saw you as childhood buddies is hard—Seishiro noted dully.)

“Eh, why?” Nagi questioned back, blankly, focus still drilled on the PVP shooting game he was on. “This is your…how many breaks up it had been already?”

“…I know your social IQ is low, but can you stop rubbing salt over my wounds?”

“Anyway, don’t you think you break up way too often already to feel hurt?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…ah,” Nagi mindlessly cut the silence between the two of you. “That headshot was dirty.”

“…you are really bad at this whole cheering up thing,” you chided, sounding all too fond for it to have any effect at all. “And stop making me sound like some Whatpad bad boy.”

(From the corner of his sight, Seishiro saw a small smile etched itself on your lips. It was still too bittersweet for his liking, but at least after this—like always, as Seishiro had come to remember after all this time, without willing to—you would cheer up and stop talking about your nth ex. You wouldn’t sulk anymore and go on with whatever else except some guy who happened to be your ex.)

“Didn’t you say you want to be one, back in middle school?” Nagi questioned. “Also hurry up and log in, I need to grind for new artifacts.”

“That was middle school!” you screeched, feeling your whole head heating up due to some embarrassing flashbacks. “And you are still playing another game—I will log in later—”

“I’m done,” Nagi said, perfectly timed with the winning screen his phone displayed. “Log in. Hurry. Hurry.”

You glared dirtily at Nagi and his timing—or luck, whichever it was this time. “I hate you. Also, use Al-Haizen and Seno, I want the full ikemen academy team today.”

“Their synergy is shit.”

“And they are handsome. Your point?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I will curse you with all defense and flat sub stat if you dare.”

“…that’s awful,” Nagi said, finally. His defeat was imminent from the start.

You sent him a wolfish smile, “And I’m still your only gaming buddy. Shush and just log in, big koala.”

“The one who is stuck on my back is you,” Nagi commented, while still following your words and changing his team before requesting to go to your map.

You laughed as you pressed your phone. With a certain brand of closeness laced in your voice, you protested, “Why are you this nosy with me? Last time I checked you are pretty obedient to Mikage, Isagi, and your captain.”

(Seishiro tried to process your words for a moment. To him, the answer has always been obvious in the way that both you and him even bothered to stick close to each other even as the two of you approached the age of twenty together. In how the one you told everything to is still him despite everyone in your life. In how if you ask, he will walk through the city just to pick you up after a terrible date and walk side by side to your home.)

Nagi stayed silent for a moment. From his side profile—adorable, handsome, yet still as baby-faced and familiar as ever—you could see how he was thinking. Then, he offered you an answer in a half-baked, dry tone, “…because it’s you?”

Once again, you laughed. Trying to swallow whatever odd beat his answer managed to draw from your heart deep and away from your face. “Gosh—watch your wording, Sei—oh, you are in already. Let’s go artifact farming! If it’s shitty let it just be Seishiro’s and not mine!”

As you hurriedly pressed your screen, you tried to not realize Nagi’s stare from your side.

You were not ready yet to admit whatever you felt for him was real. This was only a side effect of consecutive terrible break ups.

That was it and nothing else.

(”I don’t think I am the one you are in love with,” your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—told you gently. This was yet another same reason, just told to you in a gentler, more understanding way.

You could only watch him silently. You were confused, yet a part of you somehow managed to understand what he meant. However, you still couldn’t put what it was into words despite all that.

“..well, I don’t think you do it by purpose,” the man in front of you said with a nervous laugh. “…nonetheless, I’m rooting for the two of you. Don’t make him wait for too long, okay?”

Hearing that, even if you still couldn’t grasp much yet, you forced yourself to respond through your tears. “…I’m sorry...?”

“Don’t be. It should be me, really.” Ever the nice guy, your ex-boyfriend still smiled. “This is more of me saving myself from hurting in the future… just, think of it as me being bitter for being worse than you and that childhood friend of yours in that shooting game, okay?”

You laughed bitterly at that. Your crying hadn’t ceased yet, yet you managed out another reply, “Seriously? You are a shitty nice guy.”

Still smiling, your ex—a good friend, a gentle person, a diligent worker—gave you a chuckle that sounded guilty. “…sorry. I really hope we can still remain friends after this.”

“Of course. No way I’m letting go of a star student as a group project member just because of a breakup,” you joked, even if you were unsure of the future. Then, remembering how he is, you added, “And get your ugly mug off my sight now. We are breaking up—stop smiling, you bastard.”

“…well, then… should I… accompany you home…?”

“You are my ex now—no way, nice guy,” you shut him off quickly. Then, after a pause, it felt like an answer as you continued.

“…I will just call Nagi. Go away.”)

[ciaossu-imagines]

For day two: prompt eighteen for chrome please? also, for the prompts, do you have any rules or specific limits as to how many questions we’ll be able to ask? i don’t wanna overwhelm you so if you can’t do all of them, feel free to choose any of those questions 🥺❤️ thank u and have a great day ahead!

Of course, anon dear! Thank you so much for requesting something for the event! You guys definitely did not overwhelm me and I was really happy to have gotten so many fantastic requests! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, and that you have a fantastic day as well!

GIVE ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL TELL YOU MY HEADCANON FOR:

What they smell like

Chrome is one of the members of the Kokuyo Gang who really does try to stay really clean and to take care of herself. She does smell a little bit of mold and damp and wet earth, just because she does live in Kokuyo Land, but it’s a very faint odor, only detectable here and there. Overall, she smells faintly sweet, like honey shampoo and soap.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc.)

Chrome sleeps on her side, tucked up into a fetal position with her hands up near her chest. Her mouth tends to be a little parted when she sleeps, and she does have a habit of breathing half through her mouth while sleeping, making a very light and faint snoring sound. She doesn’t really have a very rigid sleeping schedule, as there isn’t much in the way of clocks and such in Kokuyo Land, and she just tends to sleep when she’s tired. Sometimes she naps throughout the day and ends up staying up most of the night, kept occasional company by Chikusa, who has periods of insomnia. Other times she’s up bright and early and falls asleep early in the evening.

What music they enjoy

I don’t think Chrome actually listens to a lot of music. When she was younger, as Nagi, she listened to a little bit more in the way of music and had a thing for boy bands and idol groups because their music was upbeat and it took away some of the loneliness and sad feelings she had. She isn’t really huge into music overall though, and listens to it rarely, though she still does prefer songs that are more upbeat and that take away her troubles for those couple of minutes.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning

Not a lot, honestly. She prefers night-time showers over morning showers, especially since the Gang likes to hit the bathhouse more in the evenings and it’s what she got used to. She doesn’t spend a lot of time picking out clothing  or anything, since she doesn’t own a lot of it and doesn’t really worry too much about what is fashionable or what to wear, as long as it’s clean. She can normally be up and ready for the day within ten minutes.

Their favourite thing to collect

I have this really weird, but super strong, headcanon that sometime during her life, Chrome starts collecting pineapples. Pineapple shaped tiki mugs, pineapple printed towels, a ceramic pineapple. As long as it has a pineapple on it, she adds it to her collection – a collection Mukuro is not too fond of, let me tell you.

Left or right-handed

Chrome is right-handed but she does try to increase her ability to use her left hand, since she is sure it will make her stronger in fights and such.

Religion (if any)

I don’t think Chrome is religious. She wasn’t raised in a religious household and, though the idea of reincarnation and such does interest her, she doesn’t really hold any belief in any organized religion, any particular deity.

Favourite sport

Chrome actually does not like sports. She never played them as a child, she doesn’t find them really all that interesting to watch because she doesn’t know the rules or what’s going on. It’s just not an area that interests her.

Favourite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc.)

Food. It’s food. Though she doesn’t eat a lot, she does enjoy trying new foods. And since most of her travel is done for business, she doesn’t really have a lot of free time to sightsee or go to monuments or shopping, but as everyone needs to eat, she does get to experience the foreign food no matter what.

Favourite kind of weather

I do think Chrome likes fog, but a different kind of fog than what Mukuro prefers. She prefers light fog, almost covering the ground, and just a hazy sort of almost rain coming from a grey sky that almost promises that the sun is fighting to show through again.

A weird/obscure fear they have

It’s not all that weird or obscure, but Chrome is very much afraid of failure and even more so of rejection. She’s trying hard to improve, to overcome both fears and to make herself a stronger, better person, but the fears are still there.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail

I don’t think Chrome has honestly been to too many festivals or carnivals and, when she does go, she likes to look around at all the new sights and all the things going on rather than to participate directly. However, if she was coerced or coaxed into trying a carnival game, I do think she would be really good at Tip-a-Troll or the bean bag toss. I can’t even give reasons, it’s more just a feeling that those would be what she would be really good at.

[yamamuragaku]

Yamato Nikaido [Summer Memories] RabbitChat

Part 2-5

Read translations for Part 1 here [external link, not by me].

Part 2: Yamato and Nagi

Yamato: Manager, sorry for earlier.

Yamato: If Tama’s souvenir is noisy, you can release it outside….

Tsumugi: It’s alright, since it is in the president’s office!

Tsumugi: So he caught a cicada.

Yamato: That Tama, he caught it in a convenience store bag.

Yamato: Nagi heard they were rare so he wanted to see it.

Yamato: There aren’t any in his country. He thought it sounded like construction noises.

Tsumugi: Is that so?! Did Nagi-san like it?

Yamato: At first.

Yamato: Afterward he called it “a devil’s siren.”

Yamato: So, Tama became sulky and put it in the office.

Yamato: When I told Nagi cicadas could only live for 7 days, he was kind of sad.

Tsumugi: They die in no time, don’t they….

Tsumugi: Nagi-san and Yamato-san, so you also have those sorts of conversations.

Option 1

Tsumugi: What relationship do you have with Nagi-san?

Yamato: Since he’s suffering from the summer heat, he’s quiet so I’m fond of him right now, but when he’s in high spirits, more than 5 minutes with him is impossible.

Yamato: He pointed and introduced it as “the devil’s siren.”

That’s how he usually is.

Option 2

Tsumugi: What do you like about Nagi-san?

Yamato: He’s direct about his love for his friends.

Yamato: He’s like the sun, so when directly basking in his presence, a human like onii-san gets embarrassed.

Option 3

Tsumugi: What don’t you like about Nagi-san?

Yamato: Once in a while he’s perceptive.

Tsumugi: Somehow, I think you’re very close…!

Tsumugi: Earlier, Nagi-san was pleased that you made shaved ice for him, Yamato-san!

Yamato: The polar bear shaved ice?

Yamato: It looks like he’s getting depressed about the cicada’s life span, so I’ll make it for him again.

Yamato: Well, I’m going to go make it.

Tsumugi: Yes! Good luck!

Part 3: The First Big Fight?!

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, thanks for your work.

Umm, did you really fight with Mitsuki-san…?

Yamato: Yeah. Just now, we were in danger of breaking up.

Tsumugi: Eh

Tsumugi: W-wait! What happened?!

Yamato: While we were drinking beer and lolling around in the room watching TV

Yamato: That bastard kept saying, “Ossan, look,” “Ossan ossan ossan,”

Yamato: “How did I get here? This is the dorm of a talent agency so I can’t go in. What happened to my randsel?” (1)

Yamato: While scratching his head

Tsumugi: Woah…

Yamato: Then he did a flying kick

Tsumugi: Uwahh…

Yamato: In the confusion, the other guys came.

Yamato: That Tama, he’s like a dog that starts barking when another dog in the neighborhood barks.

Yamato: Finally he broke the door in a rage.

Tsumugi: D-did anyone get hurt?

Yamato: We’re fine.

Is what I want to say, but Sou got hurt.

Yamato: It’s my bad, but unfortunately, those guys are bad at handling things….

Tsumugi: Isn’t this really bad?!!

Yamato: I properly apologized.

Well, because of that we’re disagreeing over who will pay the repair cost.

Tsumugi: It’s covered under the agency’s expenses!

I’ll discuss it with the president!

Yamato: No no.

It’s my responsibility, so Yamato-san isn’t backing out is what he said.

Yamato: He didn’t have to say it, that shichi-go-san.

Tsumugi: Y-you shouldn’t call him a shichi-go-san!

Yamato: As long as he calls me a “glasses geezer”, I’ll call him an “eternal shichi-go-san”. (2)

Option 1

Tsumugi: Please make up!

Yamato: If that kindergartner quits it

Option 2

Tsumugi: So you guys get along well enough to fight!

Yamato: This young lady is saying embarrassing things…

Option 3

Tsumugi: Even though you usually get along so well…

Yamato: What can I say? Aren’t human bonds such fragile things?

Yamato: Ah, the eternal shichi-go-san came.

Tsumugi: Is it a reconciliation present?

Yamato: It’s not something so cute. I’m opening the door.

Tsumugi: Got it!

Yamato: Annoying!! He has the nerve to hand me spectacles!!!

Part 4: After the Fight…

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, I look forward to working with you on the gravure photo shoot tomorrow!

It’s good that you made up with Mitsuki-san afterwards!

Yamato: Yeah. We split the repair costs.

Tsumugi: Yamato-san and Mitsuki-san are IDOLiSH7’s emotional support!

Tsumugi: So the others were also really relieved.

Tsumugi: What was your reason for making up?

Yamato: Mitsu and I were called over by Sou, and were requested to bow and make up.

Yamato: It had an atmosphere like we’d have to commit seppuku if we refused, so I shook hands with Mitsu immediately.

Yamato: Why is he so damn serious….

Tsumugi: Sougo-san was worried.

Tsumugi: Since he also relies on Yamato-san and Mitsuki-san.

Yamato: If we weren’t here, that guy alone would become the advisor, huh.

Yamato: When I think of Nagi, Tama, Riku, and Ichi handling different opinions alone, it’s truly pitiful….

Tsumugi: But, I’m relieved that you settled it!

Since the members will get troubled and anxious…

Tsumugi: If something happened again in the future…,

Option 1

Tsumugi: Who would you hate to see fight with each other?

Yamato: Mitsu and Tama would cause a lot of physical damage.

Yamato: The noise would be terrible if it were Nagi and Riku.

Yamato: Ah, this, what should we do… is what it’d be like if it were Ichi and Sou.

Option 2

Tsumugi: Who would you hate fighting with?

Yamato: Riku, Riku.

Yamato: Riku is pure.

Yamato: Fighting with him, if he got mad at me I feel like I could never recover.

Option 3

Tsumugi: Who often fights?

Yamato: Isn’t it Riku and Ichi?

Yamato: It’s cute when they fight.

Yamato: In any case, I’m sorry for the trouble.

Yamato: Thanks to me getting called ossan ossan, I got encouraged to work out.

Yamato: And whenever I undress.

Tsumugi: I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s photo shoot!

Yamato: I’m sorry for causing you trouble. After the location shoot, do you want to go to the festival?

Tsumugi: Eh? With me…?

Yamato: Yeah

Part 5: Lingering Feelings of the Summer Festival

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, thank you for today!

Tsumugi: I’ll cherish the stuffed frog doll you won at the shooting range.

Yamato: Aw shucks

Tsumugi: Now, it’s decorating the desk in my room!

Tsumugi: Somehow it resembles you, Yamato-san.

Yamato: Well it must have a bad personality.

Tsumugi: You’re saying that again!

Tsumugi: I had a lot of fun! I made an amazing memory.

Yamato: I also had fun.

Since I haven’t gone on a date with a girl in a long time.

Yamato: But, well, let’s not go where there are large crowds next time.

Option 1

Tsumugi: It’d be bad towards Yamato-san’s fans

Yamato: You’re also saying unnecessary things like that, Tsumugi?

It’s different.

Option 2

Tsumugi: There’s a next time?

Yamato: Is it better if there isn’t?

Option 3

Tsumugi: This is for the best

Yamato: Yeah.

As expected of manager. You’re right.

Tsumugi: It would’ve been nice if I took your picture, Yamato-san..

Yamato: Didn’t I take enough? At the gravure photo shoot.

Tsumugi: No. A picture on my phone.

Yamato: It’s unnecessary.

Yamato: That guy on your desk smiles more honestly than me.

Part 5 screenshots courtesy of @plain-sandwiches.

(1) A randsel is a type of backpack worn by Japanese elementary schoolers.

(2) Shichi-go-san is a holiday that celebrates children age 7, 5, and 3.

[popponn]

adding to this blurb — if you got an internship in faraway place (it's okinawa) and how reo, your clingy tokyo potential-boyfriend and full time taste tester, reacted. (he is copping badly.) (also not proofread no brain, and this is a full drabble length. i overdid it but im happy.)

"...okinawa?" reo blinks, his smile freezing. right now, he could only think if it's possible to visit okinawa from tokyo every day.

"yeah! i didn't expect they will accept me!" you sigh happily, remembering the acceptance email they sent to you last night.

reo is very certain he is moving at auto pilot. the thought of not seeing you for months—maybe doing tokyo okinawa trips twice everyday is worth it. definitely more worth than just meeting you through video call, voice call, or god forbid only chat—

"what are you being so nosy for? you guys are not even anything," a voice that suspiciously sounds like an annoyed nagi says, cutting off reo's planning.

while that voice is right—ouch. that's rude.

"and look, now your favorite chef is going on an internship away from you. don't you know many meet cutes happen there?" another voice, that sounds suspiciously like chigiri, eggs him on.

"you should grow some guts," isagi in his mind now joins in, "you are running out of time, reo."

and while reo is aware this isagi is being unnecessary dramatic, he is also aware that it's not completely wrong. shit—

"reo, are you okay?" you, sweetly and as kind as always, look at him in concern, hand waving in front of his wave. you are probably ready to offer your iced drink if he says his head hurt. reo considers proposing to you at that very moment immediately.

wearing an easy laugh on his face, reo shrugs off your actually unneeded concern—though having your attention on him is always nice. "i'm okay! i'm just thinking—" about what sort of ring you will like "—about what sort of gift i should give you as celebration. tell me, what do you want?"

at least he doesn't completely lie to the love of his life.

you seem to be completely caught off guard by his offer, eyes widening and staring at him in worldless surprise for a few passing seconds. then, the moment you regain your composure, you shook a hand quickly, "no way! you don't have to buy me anything—plus, i doubt i have fully pay my debt with that coat of yours!"

reo wonders if saying "if you stay by my side forever i wouldn't mind getting a coat ruined every day. just say what brand" is socially acceptable. of course, the answer is no.

so, instead, he just heaves out a sad musing, "i see. how sad. and here i think i could give something for you to remember me by..."

"reo..." you say, the exasperated yet genuine kind of fondness build by hours you spend with him becoming obvious, "...you know. rather than something, how about you just call me every night? so, i don't forget your voice... or something, haha."

hearing you growing sheepish and shy near the end makes reo feels like he could do consecutive thirty winning assists. he was considering to act dejected—complete with cheek on palm and forlorn expression of a lonely spouse—but, once again, his brain short circuits.

without thinking twice, sincerely with his whole heart, reo answers, "i will. anytime you want."

maybe he really should chucks those tokyo-okinawa flights into his daily schedule somehow. he definitely can juggle everything else along with that.

you lights up at his promise. "okay! i will hold on to that, you know!" you cheer before taking a sip from your drink, reo following suits instinctively. "ah—maybe we could video call and i could teach you how to cook miso soup or something...

"oh, right, i will lose my private chef."

"my bad, young master reo. i will come back with my cooking in a few months though, so please be patient, okay?" you say, in a soft way that does things to reo's heart.

trying to keep his cool, reo could only manage, "...fine. guess i will make do with your instructions only."

"oh, reo, you make it sounds like my cooking is something special or something."

"it is, to me."

"reo—you—hahaha!" as you laugh, reo knows that you think he is merely saying those words without putting much meaning into it.

if only you know.

i accidentally write him into a lovesick simp that is pinning. in my defense this is only vibe no brain romcom. if u enjoy this, good. muah bye.

so what if mikage reo is running late and crashes to you—a culinary student, also late—on his rush. predictably, the coffee in his hand got spilled all over his expensive coat. unpredictably, you—a scholarship student too busy trying to survive—don't know how rich he actually is and automatically offer to compensate him somehow.

since washing his coat somehow will cost you ten times your rent while buying one is simply asking for a lifelong debt, you offer to him what you do best—your cooking for a full month. at first, reo really doesn't want it as he doesn't mind. also, stranger danger? but since you are adamant enough to even offer him "i will make it in front of you!" he ends up accepting it.

and somehow, as people say, a way to a man's heart is through his stomach. reo kind of falls in love a bit too hard and a bit too clumsily before he knows it. but hey, if the love of his life is offering him lunch with a full-blown smile maybe learning to be a proper domestic husband while juggling soccer and business is worth it.

#1:

"so, is it good?" you asked in the manner of a true excited cook.

reo wanted to say that he knew it would be good even before he put your food in his mouth. or say that even if you offer him to eat a marshmallow that is one fire he will still do it for you at this point. or maybe he really should just blurt out, "it is. please marry me and let me have your cooking for the rest of my life. i love you."

but, reo has his pride as your trusted food tester—so, with a wide grin that was objectively handsome if not a bit too full of love, reo answered, "very! guess, studying and testing all those spices really paid off, huh?"

#2:

"can you guys—" nagi paused, making a face as if he was tasting the words on his tongue, "—just get it together?"

you blinked. "uh? pardon?"

nagi didn't raise his head from his phone. "reo keeps looking at you like he wants to—"

"dude," chigiri interrupted, kicking nagi's leg visibly. nagi grunted, which chigiri ignored him in favor of offering you a nervous laugh instead. "sorry, reo kind of ruined his game yesterday. he kept grudges—"

"hey, reo kicked my head—"

chigiri immediately kicked nagi's shin hard enough that the table shook. you spared the white-haired male a pitying squint as you tried to not wince too much. you really should have gone to pick up the food with reo.

note: aka a post canon romcom au no plot no braincell just vibe of supportive x supportive. it's reo just falling in love with you who offer good food and good mental support. and hey this au entails classic "rich guy tries domestic mundane things he never even touch once" which of course would let to reo getting your guidance (while staring longing at you like a boy in love). at least this is reo, so through sheer power of natural learning capability and also love, he will do it right at the second or third time. oh, of course nagi and chigiri is there. chigiri wishes reo would stop bragging about your food and you if he isn't going to grow a bone and confess. nagi wishes reo would stop hitting him each time you send him an emoji or a praise—reo you are ruining his full combo. aka do you see idiot 1 & idiot 2? there is never too many idiots to lovers. might have went way too self indulgence thinking about this—"after bllk they still go to uni" this kind of thinking should tell you enough how many braincel is present here. but. uh yeah. "i want to support and comfort reo" is a feeling. anyway ok. thanks for reading this blurb i should be doing something else rn but 🫶 yeah have this. take this. love u.