#anyway i thought ryos nails were painted and i was !?

[hey-cringelord]

aomine and his two girlfriends

[bariankura]

necrokingdom​:

bariankura​:

necrokingdom​:

Lord and Tenant

@bariankura

The soft crackle of the fireplace was just the ambiance he needed for a late-night painting session. The lights were off, the shades half-lowered, speakers playing a tavern music playlist he’d curated himself at a low volume. Ryo’s light was candles; arranged with the tallest two on the outside and shrinking in length until they met the tea candle in the middle. This wasn’t any ordinary set he was painting; it was the Memory World rpg board. Gods know how long he spent on this board. Meticulously gluing every individual yellow-dyed salt crystal to the papier mâché sand dunes. The hours spent analyzing every photograph and drawings to recreate the city. The painstaking, desperate attempts to mold the figurines himself. He had mixed paint after paint to get every little detail just right. You couldn’t exactly nail a color from a description.

He paused once his pale fingers found themselves on the Thief King’s figurine. The young man silently rotated it in his grasp, as if afraid to shatter it. Arguably, he was, but it was clay and dense. Surely it could take a bit of a drop, right? Not that he wanted to know the answer. Every time he looked into that painted smug and intense lavender eyes, he always felt a sense of pity. The fear the other must have felt. The anger. The grief. Thankfully, Ryo had actually remembered to write down the paint recipes for this set. He… often forgot to do so with the others. Now, let’s see, the Thief King’s page should be here somewhere… Did organize this alphabetically or by set piece… Let’s see… Ryo had been so drawn in by his need to find this page that the world around him had been tuned out.

It had been quite a long time since the thief had seen his former host. In fact he wasn’t sure how long. But he decided to pay a visit. Maybe to just see how the other was doing? Maybe so he could use him again? After all he needed to use humans in order to hunt Numbers because he couldn’t use them himself due to the Earth’s low level energy atmosphere not being able to support his true from and therefore he couldn’t use his full power.

It seemed like Ryou was so focused he didn’t noticed a portal that opened behind. Round, sparkling, white and purple portal opened and inside of it was a dark figure. When the figure stepped out its true identity was revealed. The portal behind him closed. “It’s been awhile, ex-host”, he greeted. He noticed what the other was doing. It was a Memory World set. And the boy had a figurine of him too.

That voice. Ryo nearly jumped out of his skin, dropping the figurine onto his work table. Thankfully, he was right about his assumption. It fell a short distance, anyway. It just rolled until it hit a paint palette, completely unharmed. The ex-host in question whipped his entire body around just to see what was talking to him. Not much surprised him these days but this certainly did.

“Thief King…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his body frozen as he stared at what stood before him. It took a coupe seconds to regain his composure. “I thought…” Maybe he shouldn’t finish that, actually. “I wasn’t expecting you. I’m afraid I don’t have extra chairs in my workspace…” He paused, looking around like he just remembered something. Oh, yeah. This is his living room. His actual workspace was too cold for him right now. “…Nevermind, take a seat anywhere you’d like.” He closed his binder and picked the figuring back up, looking it over to make sure it didn’t have any damage or, gods forbid, paint smears.

He had expected that reaction but not to be called that. They boy had done his homework. “In the flesh. Sort of.” Being an energy being he wasn’t sure if “flesh” was the correct term to describe him. “You look like you had seen a ghost. Of course you weren’t expecting me”, he understood. The boy seemed intimidated just like in the old days.

He didn’t sit yet. Instead he looked around. The only lights were the fireplace and candles. He took a closer look to what the other was doing, the set and especially the figurine of himself. “Good work”, he commented. He knew how important the figurines had always been to his ex-host but it was also understandable that the boy wouldn’t want the figurine of the thief get damaged right now in front of the real thing.

necrokingdom​:

Lord and Tenant

@bariankura

The soft crackle of the fireplace was just the ambiance he needed for a late-night painting session. The lights were off, the shades half-lowered, speakers playing a tavern music playlist he’d curated himself at a low volume. Ryo’s light was candles; arranged with the tallest two on the outside and shrinking in length until they met the tea candle in the middle. This wasn’t any ordinary set he was painting; it was the Memory World rpg board. Gods know how long he spent on this board. Meticulously gluing every individual yellow-dyed salt crystal to the papier mâché sand dunes. The hours spent analyzing every photograph and drawings to recreate the city. The painstaking, desperate attempts to mold the figurines himself. He had mixed paint after paint to get every little detail just right. You couldn’t exactly nail a color from a description.

He paused once his pale fingers found themselves on the Thief King’s figurine. The young man silently rotated it in his grasp, as if afraid to shatter it. Arguably, he was, but it was clay and dense. Surely it could take a bit of a drop, right? Not that he wanted to know the answer. Every time he looked into that painted smug and intense lavender eyes, he always felt a sense of pity. The fear the other must have felt. The anger. The grief. Thankfully, Ryo had actually remembered to write down the paint recipes for this set. He… often forgot to do so with the others. Now, let’s see, the Thief King’s page should be here somewhere… Did organize this alphabetically or by set piece… Let’s see… Ryo had been so drawn in by his need to find this page that the world around him had been tuned out.

It had been quite a long time since the thief had seen his former host. In fact he wasn’t sure how long. But he decided to pay a visit. Maybe to just see how the other was doing? Maybe so he could use him again? After all he needed to use humans in order to hunt Numbers because he couldn’t use them himself due to the Earth’s low level energy atmosphere not being able to support his true from and therefore he couldn’t use his full power.

It seemed like Ryou was so focused he didn’t noticed a portal that opened behind. Round, sparkling, white and purple portal opened and inside of it was a dark figure. When the figure stepped out its true identity was revealed. The portal behind him closed. “It’s been awhile, ex-host”, he greeted. He noticed what the other was doing. It was a Memory World set. And the boy had a figurine of him too.

[recurring-polynya]

[Renji birthday] Hey, hi. What about Orihime does smt to surprise Renji for his birthday, a thank-you him helping her at New Year celebration? Include fireworks that Renji secretly enjoys? Thanks. Anything (fic, hcs, sketch..) is fine.

I’m sorry this is late, but it’s still the Renji - Orihime Birthday Weekend, so I think it’s okay!

I love the idea of the Renji - Orihime BroTP, but somehow it’s so hard for me to write, I always do a bunch of false starts or get stuck. For this round of prompts, I was trying to do the ones that inspired me the most and I liked the idea a lot more than I had ideas, if you get my drift. Anyway, I love them both too much, though, so I muscled through.

I’m sorry if this is a little ramble-y and quite silly and I didn’t manage to squeeze in fireworks (I’ve written several fireworks scenes in the past and didn’t want to repeat myself), but what it is is four thousand words long. Also, I managed to remember that Kon exists, this is possibly the first time I have ever put Kon in anything. I hope you like it!

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“Inoue,” Renji hissed. “Why am I here?”

Orihime took a quick step backwards as Keigo ran past, screaming. Ryo followed a second later, also screaming. Renji, who had served at Squad 11 for many years, managed to leap out of the way just in time. “It’s Ichigo’s birthday party,” Orihime explained. “He wanted you to come.”

“It’s not though,” Renji pressed. “It’s Arisawa’s birthday, and we’re at Arisawa’s house. I don’t think Arisawa even knows who I am.”

“Yes, she does, silly,” Orihime replied. “I told her lots of stories about you and she said she wanted you to come. There’ll probably be a football match later, and Ichigo told her we could have you on our team, as long as he got Rukia.”

“I got hauled in all the way from Soul Society for football?” Renji asked, sounding not-at-all upset about this.

“No, I told you! Ichigo wanted you to come.”

“But it’s not his birthday.”

“But it is his party. He and Tatsuki share, you see, because their birthdays are so close and they have all the same friends. It’s Tatsuki’s year to host the big friend party. Ichigo just had a little family party on his actual birthday.”

“Ohhhhh,” Renji replied, finally understanding. He nodded for a moment. “What’s a family party?”

---

Orihime cleared her throat, and tapped her in her palm. “Thank you all for coming to this very important meeting.”

Chad, Ichigo, and Tatsuki were all crammed together on Orihime’s couch. Rukia sat on the arm, next to Chad, Kon in her lap. Uryuu sat in Orihime’s desk chair, which she had hauled in from her room.

Orihime thwapped her pointer against the large pad of paper on an easel that she had borrowed from the Student Health Advisors Club. On the first page, she had drawn a large picture of Renji and written his name. “It has come to my attention that Our Friend Renji has never had a Family Birthday Party.”

“Quick question--” Tatsuki interrupted. “Is he wearing a… fur bolero in that picture? And is the bone dragon an actual thing or just...Orihime artistic spice?”

“It’s a cowl,” Rukia said, at the same time as Chad said, “It’s a stole,” and Uryuu said “It’s a capelet.”

“Thank you, that cleared up nothing,” Tatsuki replied.

“It’s his bankai form,” Ichigo said, grumpily. “His sword turns into a giant flying snake skeleton that screams like a pterodactyl. It’s super sick and he let me ride on it twice and that cape thing is really soft, actually, but he says it gets hot. As far as I know it has nothing to do with his birthday.”

“Er, no, I just got carried away while I was drawing,” Orihime admitted. “Your bankai is very cool, too, Kurosaki-kun.”

“Got it, right,” Tatsuki nodded, sounding very much like she just wanted to move on. “He doesn’t have a family?”

“I think you’re worrying over nothing, Orihime,” Rukia said, sounding a teensy bit defensive. “Many people in Soul Society don’t have families. If there’s anyone in Soul Society who’s good at scraping up friends to spend a holiday with, it’s Renji. Everyone likes him. Half the Gotei turns up at the bar for his birthday parties.”

“I know that,” Orihime said quietly. “I know that because last New Year’s, when I was lonely, he played badminton with me, even though he was very, very hungover and pretending like he wasn’t, and then he went and rounded up all my friends in the middle of the night, and before he left, he told me there was nothing wrong with making your own holiday. But family birthdays are different! Family birthdays are about the people who love you most doing special things, just for you!” Orihime set her jaw. “When I was little, Sora always tried to make my birthdays super special! We didn’t have a lot of extra money, but he would take the day off just to spend it with me and we would go to the park or watch movies or he would let me paint his nails and braid his hair. He would take a picture of me and put it in my special birthday album with my height and weight and current favorite food.” Orihime’s mouth snapped shut. Everyone was staring at her. She’d said too much, just like she always did. Her cheeks started to burn.

“When I was little,” Ichigo suddenly said, a little bit too loud, “my mom told us that we could have whatever we wanted for dinner on our birthdays. One year, I…” he paused, his eyes darting over to Tatsuki. “I had just seen Kiki’s Delivery Service, and I was obsessed with that fish and pumpkin casserole the old lady makes?”

Orihime gasped, and clapped her hands over her mouth.

Uryuu rolled his eyes. “Who wasn’t, Kurosaki?”

Ichigo snorted, but his shoulders relaxed a little. “Anyway, it took her most of the day, and I think she must’ve gotten really frustrated at some point because me and my sisters got sent over to Tatsuki’s house so the Old Man could help her. It came out kind of lumpy and huge, but it was delicious, it was exactly what I had imagined it would taste like.”

“I remember that thing,” Tatsuki added. “She made us come over for dinner because there was so much of it. It was incredible.”

“We didn’t do Birthday Dinners for a few years after she died,” Ichigo said slowly. “But then after Yuzu got good at cooking, she said she wanted to try doing it again. My dad really likes the Godfather movies and he always used to ask for spaghetti for his birthday, which it turns out isn’t that hard to make. Karin and me helped out, and we’ve been doing it again ever since. We don’t usually do fancy stuff, it’s just nice to get to pick.”

“Ichigo made me omurice on my birthday and let me use his body to eat it!” Kon announced.

“You didn’t have to tell everyone that,” Ichigo stammered, turning pink. “It’s the only thing I’m good at making.”

“My abuelo always used to sing Las Mañanitas on my birthday,” Chad put in. “First thing in the morning. Sometimes he would come into my room and wake me up. Sometimes I would come down for breakfast and he would be there, with his guitar. He wouldn’t even say ‘good morning’ until he’d sung Las Mañanitas.”

Orihime’s spirits lifted a little. “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!”

Rukia crossed her arms over her chest. “Renji gets up at the crack of dawn. I’m certainly not going over to his place to sing at him while he mixes up his horrible protein beverages.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have to be exactly that,” Orihime went on. “I just thought, since his birthday was coming up in a few weeks, maybe we could throw him a party here, in the World of the Living that was… I don’t know… a little more heartfelt than just going out drinking.”

“I think that’s a very thoughtful idea, Inoue,” Uryuu said.

“Oh! I was worried you wouldn’t want to help, because… you know.”

“I had a row with Ryuuken last week,” Uryuu sniffed. “I’m honestly in the mood to do something nice for a shinigami. Besides, it’s Abarai, he doesn’t really count anymore.” He paused for a moment. “You either, of course, Kuchiki.”

“You wanna have it at my house?” Ichigo offered. “Since me and Tatsuki are the only ones with backyards, and I don’t imagine Tatsuki would want to explain this to her mom.”

“I appreciate that,” Tatsuki put in. “I can help though, if you want. In my family, we like to decorate, and I still have a bunch of streamers and balloons left over from last week.” She gestured at Orihime’s drawing. “We could probably make him a banner or something out of that. It’s pretty good!”

“Oh, that’s such a good idea!” Orihime exclaimed. She should have known her friends would be helpful. She flipped to a new page on her notepad, and began to write things down.

“I can help decorate!” Kon piped up. “I am very artistic, you know!”

“I can bring my guitar,” Chad offered. “I don’t know if Abarai wants to hear me sing…”

Ichigo shoved him in the shoulder. “Shut up. We always want to hear you sing and you never do. If Renji doesn’t want to hear you sing, he’s got no taste and also, he can suck it.”

Rukia rubbed her forehead, like she felt a headache coming on. “Renji goes to all his friends’ poetry readings and community theater and open mic nights. I am sure he would be overjoyed to be serenaded by Chad.”

“What about you, Uryuu?” Orihime asked. “I know you and your father don’t get along, but is there anything that you associate with feeling special on your birthday?”

Uryuu’s face contorted for a moment. “Ah, there is, but I’m sure it’s not helpful.”

“Maybe it will give us an idea,” Chad prodded.

Uryuu frowned. “Well, when I was very small, my mother used to make me a new kimono every year. She was… a very skilled seamstress.” He frowned. “I don’t have Abarai’s measurements, and besides, he couldn’t take it back to Soul Society anyway.”

Kon perked up. “Ichigo! Ichigo, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Ichigo jabbed a finger Uryuu. “Yuzu just got a bedazzler and she has a ton of t-shirt paint! We could bedazzle him a t-shirt! For his gigai! I’ll even keep it in my closet for him with all of Rukia’s crap!”

“Kurosaki, no,” Uryuu insisted.

“Kurosaki, yes,” Ichigo insisted. “It’s like you’ve never even met the man. I’m gonna make the most Renji t-shirt you’ve ever seen and he’s gonna love it so hard he’ll make me his new best friend.”

“I want to help,” Chad put in.

“You may,” Ichigo replied magnanimously.

“It was my idea-- whoa, Rukia, watch out!” Kon cried as he went tumbling to the ground.

Rukia was practically crawling over Chad, trying to punch Ichigo in the head. “He’s my best friend, you ass!”

“He is for now,” Ichigo replied ominously.

“You are my beloved protege, but I will end you, Kurosaki.”

“Kuchiki-san?” Orihime asked tentatively. “Do you think you could come up with a way to get him to come here? I think it should be a surprise, so you would probably have to make up a story...I understand if you don’t want to.”

Rukia looked up from where she was half-hanging over Chad’s shoulder. “Of course I can do that. I love lying to Renji. He can usually tell when I’m lying to him, but he’ll go along with whatever I say anyway.”

“Oh, good!” Orihime replied, a wave of relief washing over her. She had no idea how they would get Renji here otherwise. Mr. Urahara, maybe. Maybe.

Rukia’s brows creased as she rearranged herself to sit on the back of the couch between Chad and Ichigo. “Did you think I would say no?”

“Well… it didn’t seem like you thought this was a very good idea.”

Rukia’s cheeks colored and she waved her hands. “No, no! It’s not that at all! I think it’s a great idea! It’s really sweet of all of you. Renji’s so easy-going, people always… never mind! I’ll help however I can!”

“Try to find out what meal he might like,” Uryuu suggested. Kon was now sitting on his head. “That sounded nice and I can help cook.”

“That’s a no-brainer,” Rukia replied. “He hasn’t stopped talking about Chad’s burritos since the Advance Team mission ended.”

“Burritos are easy,” Chad agreed, “especially if Uryuu helps.”

“What about you, Rukia?” Tatsuki asked. “You have a brother, right? What do you do for family birthdays in Soul Society?”

Ichigo made a Big Yikes face, and Rukia shoved him in the head again. Orihime had stayed with the Kuchiki siblings when she was training in Soul Society, and while Byakuya could be pretty stiff, she was under the impression that he and Rukia were both working to have a better relationship.

“Kuchiki birthdays are very formal,” Rukia said regally, and then frowned. “Mostly, a bunch of Honored Relatives come over for dinner and you have to wear fancy clothes and it’s kind of a pain.” She thought for a moment. “Brother gave me a beautiful set of colored pencils for my last birthday. It’s hard to buy him presents, because he’s so particular and he usually just buys the things that he wants. He writes a lot of letters, though, so I went to my favorite stationery store and bought him some pretty paper I thought he would like. I figured that if I picked wrong, he could just use it to send letters to people he hates.” Rukia’s eyes softened. “He really liked it, actually. I guess he’s not very used to getting gifts that people have spent any time thinking about.”

“Thoughtful gifts are such a nice idea!” Orihime nodded eagerly.

“It’s hard, though,” Uryuu added, “because of the whole matter conversion issue.”

“What,” Ichigo bit off, “is not thoughtful about a t-shirt covered in rhinestones?”

“If all of you help me think of something, I will buy it for him back in Soul Society,” Rukia promised. “Not sunglasses, though. I already bought him sunglasses.”

“Isn’t his birthday, like a month away?” Ichigo frowned.

“Sometimes I plan ahead! Shut up!” Rukia scowled. “Brother and I also like to make each other cards. Brother is an amazing artist, obviously, mine hardly compare to his, but he is very gracious about my efforts.”

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea, Rukia!” Orihime agreed, writing down “cards” on her notes. She looked over her list. “I think this is shaping up to be a very good birthday!”

---

“Thanks for agreeing to come along,” Rukia said to Renji when he showed up at her front door on the morning of August 31. “How’s your head?”

“I feel great, but I hydrate tirelessly and also, I wasn’t the one who got into a drinking contest with Captain Komamura. How’s your head?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Rukia replied.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to just go? I’m sure I can-- did I read your text right? Ichigo got his soul stuck in Kon’s lion body and we have to go get him out? I… can probably handle that if you need to stay home and sleep it off.”

“Learn to read, oaf. Ichigo got his soul stuck in Kon’s lion body and we are going to laugh at him. Obviously, I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”

“Ahhhh, okay, that makes a lot more sense!”

“C’mon, we should get moving before Orihime takes pity on him or something.” She waved him inside. “Don’t worry, Brother said it was fine to use the family senkaimon.”

“Ah, good morning, Captain!” Renji said, his voice bright with nervous energy.

Rukia turned around and blinked. Sure enough, Byakuya was looming in the foyer. He had definitely not been in the entry thirty seconds ago.

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” Byakuya replied. “How delightful to see you in my house on a Sunday morning.”

“Brother, we talked about this,” Rukia pressed. “We had a whole discussion.”

Byakuya ignored her and plowed on. “I did not expect to see you today, but since you are here, I have something for you.” He held out a handsome, hardcover book. Gingerly, Renji accepted it and frowned at the cover. “It is the next book in the Tales of the Iron Army series,” Byakuya explained. “You are a fan of that series, are you not?”

Renji’s mouth gaped a little. “This isn’t… out… yet…”

“The publisher is an acquaintance of mine,” Byakuya said, looking off into the middle distance. “He offered me an advance copy, so I asked for two.”

“Uh, um, thanks, sir!” Renji managed.

“Think nothing of it,” Byakuya said stiffly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am extremely busy this morning.”

Rukia stared, gape-mouthed at the spot where Byakuya had been standing a moment previous. She wasn’t allowed to use shunpo in the house.

“What?” Renji choked out.

“Sometimes people just give him things,” Rukia shrugged, trying to play it off, but secretly fuming. She had told Byakuya that Renji was coming over and to (1) not mention his birthday and (2) not be weird. 0 for 2, Brother.

“Rukia,” Renji reiterated, and when she finally looked over, he was holding up a little slip of cardstock that had apparently been tucked into the front cover of the book. On it was painted a little watercolor Wakame Ambassador. He was wearing a humorous hat. In Byakuya’s immaculate calligraphy were the words ‘Congratulations. You are now older. You will still never defeat me.’ Renji stared at Rukia, as if this were somehow her fault. “W-h-a-t?” he mouthed very slowly and deliberately, no actual sound coming out of his mouth.

“Give me that!” Rukia snapped, grabbing both the book and the card out of his hand. “I told him we were going to the Living World, I don’t know why he couldn’t have given you this when we got back. Mikan!”

Rukia’s loyal maid immediately appeared at her elbow. “Yes, miss?”

Renji blinked. “How does everyone in this house move like that?”

“Hold onto this for Renji until we get back, okay? You can put it with the, um, other stuff.”

“Yes, miss.”

“What other stuff?” Renji asked, a grin tugging at the side of his mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You just said ‘put it with the other stuff’?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You must have misheard, Lieutenant Abarai,” Mikan added sweetly.

“Maybe you should clean your ears out once in a while, dummy,” Rukia suggested.

“Are we really going to the Living World today, or was it just a ploy to get me over here?” Renji asked, doing a double take when he realized that Mikan had disappeared again.

“We’re really going!” Rukia protested, marching into the bowels of the house. “‘A ploy’, ha! You wish.”

“It is my birthday,” Renji pointed out, sounding a little suspicious.

“And we had your birthday party last night! What more do you want?”

“Nothing, actually! Very good birthday, as birthdays go!” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Thanks for coming, by the way.”

Rukia rolled her eyes. “As if I wouldn’t come.”

Renji shrugged. “Well…you didn’t, for a long time. And those weren’t as fun. So thanks. For coming.”

Rukia opened her mouth and then closed it again. She didn’t know what to say to that.

Fortunately, Renji had a keen instinct for changing the subject when things got awkward. “Were you there when Rangiku’s boob fell out? She says that since it was the right one, it’s a sign that this is going to be an auspicious year for me.”

“I did! I was talking to Momo and we were basically at Ground Zero when it happened! I can’t believe Hisagi was in the restroom.”

“He’s probably still sobbing about it.”

They continued to recap the best parts of the party as they traveled through the senkaimon and picked up their gigai from Urahara’s, but there was something nagging at Rukia, something that had been nagging at her ever since Orihime, with her giant, squishy heart, had suggested that Renji deserved something better on his birthday, something which Rukia knew was unequivocally true.

“Oi, Renji,” she said suddenly as they turned onto Ichigo’s street. Renji was in the middle of a story about Iba’s sideburns, but she’d heard it before, and they both knew he was only telling it to fill the time.

“Eh?” he replied.

“I, uh, I just wanted to say, I’m sorry that our birthdays were so shitty growing up,” she said quickly. “Sorry in the sympathy sense, not the guilt sense. We were just kids, it’s not like there’s much more we could have done. Just... it sucked and it’s not fair and I’m sorry.”

Renji was staring at her with a look of mild horror on his face. “You thought our birthdays sucked?”

Rukia stared back at him. “They weren’t great, that’s for sure.”

Renji’s face fell a little. “Oh. I’m sorry you feel that way. We… we did try, you know. I remember stealing blankets for your birthday, to make sure we had enough for all of us. We always used to try to make sure we had something to eat that day, too.”

Rukia flushed. “I wasn’t talking about me, dummy!” She paused. “You did? Crap. Now I feel even worse.”

“My birthday’s in August,” Renji shrugged. “We didn’t need to worry about freezing our asses off. And we almost always managed to do something fun that day. Going fishing or making a bonfire or lying on the roof and looking at the stars.” Renji gave a rueful little chuckle. “You know, it’s fun when everyone gets together to get smashed on my birthday, but there are so many people and you can hardly hear what anyone is saying. Those old days… I dunno. I guess maybe they just felt a little more personal. When we were here on Tatsuki and Ichigo’s birthday, Orihime was telling me about family birthdays, and I think our old birthdays were a lot like that. Just some nice time spent with the people I like best.”

“You’re such a sap,” Rukia said, trying to keep her voice from wobbling.

“Like you didn’t know that,” Renji snorted. “I’m definitely gonna give Ichigo a hard time, but I’m actually kinda glad he managed to pull this bonehead move on my actual birthday. It’s a good excuse to come see him, and I got to spend a little quality time with you, to boot. Was kinda nice to see the captain, actually, even though he made a quick exit.” Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “After we get Ichigo sorted, I don’t ‘spose you’d mind taking a little stroll around town and seeing what the other kids are up to today?”

Rukia had her hand on the gate that led to the Kurosaki back yard. “That… could probably be arranged.” She pushed the gate open.

“SURPRISE!”

Confetti filled the air. Someone was blowing an air horn. Everyone (except Uryuu) was wearing very bedazzled t-shirts. Even Kon, sitting on Chad’s shoulder, wore a tiny one with an even tinier lion on it.

“Happy birthday, Renji!”

“Happy birthday, you old geezer!”

“We made you burritos!”

Rukia looked up at Renji. He had one hand clapped over his mouth and his eyes were wide. “Happy birthday, dumbass,” she said softly.

“Excuse me, I will be right back,” Renji said, turning on his heel and walking out the gate.

Orihime’s eyes went wide. “Oh, no! What did we do?”

Rukia held up her hands. “Just give him a second, he’s fine.”

The Karakura kids barely had time to exchange worried glances when Renji burst back in through the gate, at full volume. “What the Hell is this?” he roared. “And where did you get those t-shirts?”

“We made them!” Ichigo shouted back, and thrust a poorly wrapped bundle into Renji’s hands. “We made you one, too!”

Renji enthusiastically tore open his present and held up its contents. “Rukia,” he gasped. “Rukia, look.”

“Chad drew the Hihiou Zabimaru,” Ichigo explained proudly. “I was the one who wrote ‘OH YEAH!!’”

“It’s so beautiful,” Renji sniffed. “Here, Rukia, hold this!” He shoved the shirt into Rukia’s arms and immediately began to wrestle off the one he was currently wearing.

“Uh… buddy…” Tatsuki frowned, trying to throw her hand up in front of Orihime’s eyes, but also unable to tear her eyes away. “That is… a lot… of tattoos…”

“It’s okay, we’ve all seen it,” Orihime reassured her, pushing Tatsuki’s hand away.

“Never mind seeing it again,” Kon added philosophically.

“How does it look?” Renji asked, once he’d gotten dressed again. He was flexing his biceps for good measure.

“It’s a little tight,” Rukia replied, but it didn’t stop her from looking.

“That’s how hot people wear their clothes, Rukia,” Ichigo informed her. “Get with it.”

“I love this so much!” Renji declared, looking down at his own torso again. “I can’t believe you all made this for me. I am so happy!”

“Brace yourself, Abarai,” Uryuu said, “but this is about 1% of the birthday festivities Orihime planned for you.”

Orihime’s cheeks turned pink and she waved her hands frantically. “Everyone chipped in, I hardly did anything!”

“We know you don’t like cake, so we put a candle in a burrito for you,” Ichigo said, jerking his thumb toward the picnic table. “Come sit in front of it, so Chad can sing you your birthday song.”

“We saved you the lawn chair without any wobbly legs,” Kon added generously.

On his way past, Renji slung his arm around Orihime’s shoulders. “Thanks, kid,” he murmured.

Orihime looked up at him. “You’re our friend and I just wanted you to know how special we think you are on your birthday.”

Renji stared at her for a moment, an expression on his face like he wasn’t sure how to make words come out. Suddenly, he tightened his elbow around his neck and crashed the knuckles of his other hand fiercely into her scalp. “I love all of you, too!” he laughed.

“You can’t noogie Orihime!” Ichigo and Tatsuki yelled at the same time, and promptly tripped over each other in an attempt to tackle him. Uryuu flung a pinecone at Renji’s head. With his typical perfect aim, it would have been a direct hit, except that Kon had leapt from Chad’s shoulder directly into its trajectory and got beaned in the face instead.

Orihime was laughing and shouting “That tickles, that tickles!” Renji was cackling. Chad stood, dumbfounded, his guitar hanging around his neck.

“Rukia… avenge us…” Ichigo groaned from the ground.

“On one hand, it’s his birthday and Renji should get to noogie whomever he wants,” Rukia declared loftily. “On the other hand, Orihime is a precious angel. On the third hand, suck it, Abarai!”

She launched herself at him.

[melodiesofblueroses]

𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺

 ♡ ━ Sanrio Boys, Headcanons

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kouta Hasegawa x reader, Yuu Mizuno x reader, Shunsuke Yoshino x reader, Ryo Nishimiya x reader, Seiichiro Minamoto x reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Ways the sanrio boys show affection towards their s/o

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: gn!reader

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☆ Kouta Hasegawa

adores hand holding

he must have your hand in his at all times, whether the two of you were out on a date or just hanging out in his room

it’s practically an unwritten rule in your relationship

Kouta didn’t know why, but your warmth and touch comforted him so much, especially when his insecurities popped up from time to time

it was just a small reminder to him that you will always be by his side, through thick and thin, no matter who he was as a person

your constant presence and support helped ease his worries and made him a bit more confident too

this habit of his wouldn’t happen until a few months into the relationship, once everything’s been settled in, and Kouta got a feel for being a loving boyfriend

he was always a shy bean, so he would try to subtly slip his hand into yours

it was always when you weren’t looking, and when you finally took notice, Kouta couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye since it was just so embarrassing

also didn’t want you to see the massive blush on his face

thought you might find it annoying at first, but you reassure him that you in fact love it just as much as he does

he also loves cuddling, especially on rainy and/or sluggish days

some of his favorite memories is of you guys cuddling while watching some sort of movie or show and all was quiet except for the pitter patter of the rain outside

it was just so soft and wholesome and made his heart skip a beat

(yes you guys hold hands while cuddling)

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♡ Yuu Mizuno

he always seems to have his hands on you

whether it’s hugs from the back or side tickles or just constant pokes and jabs, Yuu loved to touch you

it was a bit excessive at times, yes, but you knew that this was just how he showed his love

if you tell him to tone it down a bit, however, he’ll oblige no problem. anything for his dear after all

weirdly enough, hand holding wasn’t all that common despite all the physical contact. Instead, Yuu usually clung to your arm like a little child, but it was cute in its own way

Yuu also loves gifting all kinds of sweets to you, so you could expect a handful of lollipops, gumdrops, pocky, and more multiple times throughout the day

they made for great snacks in between classes though, so you were often thankful for your doting boyfriend, though sweets everyday wasn’t exactly the healthiest choice

he always seemed to be eating some sort of sweet whenever you met up with him, namely lollipops, so naturally, he’d throw some on you as well

“Hey hey y/n ~” he would chirp then just dump a few handfuls of candy on your hand that somehow fit into his pocket

“Yuu, you don’t have to always give me sweets you know. It isn’t that good for us anyway”

“aww do you not like my gifts?” he would ask, followed by a pout that just made you feel guilty so that you had no choice but to accept them

i mean, how could you possibly turn him down with a cute face like that?

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♬ Shunsuke Yoshino

every year, without fail, Shunsuke would always give you a hello kitty good luck charm

after all, Shunsuke wasn’t the greatest when it came to expressing his emotions, so what better way than sharing his goddess of victory with someone he adored

while to everyone else it was nothing more than another silly gift, you knew the meaning behind the charms

the first charm he ever received as a child was gifted to him by someone special, thus he thought of them as something that held significance

to him, giving you the charm showed that he truly loved and cherished you as well as wished for nothing but the best

of course you accepted his gifts with no explanation

besides, you wouldn’t want to embarrass him when he was already blushing profusely 

besides the annual charms, Shunsuke isn’t the one to really show affection

there might be hand holding here and there as well as the usual acts of intimacy (kisses, hugs, etc.), but you would be the ones to initiate them

however, that isn’t to say that he doesn’t show any affection at all

one of the things that Shunsuke does is share his food and drinks with you

you guys basically drink from the same cup/bottle, eat from the same plate, and often share lunchboxes with each other

it’s a bit subtle, but it’s also your guys’ way of showing how much you love and care for one another

i mean, you wouldn’t share with just anyone after all

yeah it may be the subject of Yuu’s teasing and whatnot, but Shunsuke always acted nonchalant about it, as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do (and it was) which always comforted you if you ever felt embarrassed about it

although he may not be the most affectionate person, you were able to crack down on Shunsuke’s cold and stoic exterior to reveal someone who was quite a softie 

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✿ Ryo Nishimiya

with Ryo being on the library comittee and all, he would read a ton of books

of course, this meant that he would always give you books that he would recommend or ones that he thought you would enjoy

Ryo just wants to see you happy after all

even if you didn’t enjoy a particular book he gave you (more like shoved at you), you would feign a smile and say that you enjoyed it very much

it wouldn’t be much of a lie, however, since you did love the fact that Ryo thought of you. it was just a sweet and cute sentiment, and you couldn’t bring yourself to break him

besides, you knew how much of a tsundere he could be

likewise, if you came across any books you thought he’d enjoy, you’d recommend it to him as well

and, although he wouldn’t admit it, he always read the books you talked about, whether it was up his alley or not

just the fact that you thought of him while reading it made him all soft and mushy and ew feelings 

but,,loving you was worth it

another thing Ryo loved to do was to check up on you

when Seiichiro fainted that one time due to overworking himself, Ryo was terrified at the thought of the same thing happening to you

he wouldn’t be able to stand it if something were to happen to you

thus, expect a ton of spa days and tea parties and whatnot

“y/nn, you’ve been working a lot. Come to my house after school.”

“but finals are next week?”

“no buts!”

more often than not you found yourself sitting on his bed, face mask and pajamas on, while he painted your nails or snacked on macarons with you

it was rather nice and quiet, and you did enjoy spending time with Ryo

 Ryo just always wanted you to be happy and comfortable

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✦ Seiichiro Minamoto

cuddling

lots and lots of it

since Seiichiro is student council president, archery club captain, and valedictorian, between juggling all his responsibilities, he really didn’t spend a lot of time with you

but, after a stressful day filled with endless paperwork from the student council and tiring archery practice, he loved nothing more than to spend time alone with you

and what better way to do that than by cuddling

honestly just loves having feeling your warmth and touch, especially since he didn’t really receive much affection when he was younger

also was a way for him to unwind and let go for a bit before he went to bed for the day

but above all, he really just wants you to know that he deeply cares for and loves you

you were his priority after all

you two also love taking naps together (usually after cuddling), which more often than not ended up turning into sleepovers

there was just something comforting about Seiichiro’s presence, and you loved nothing more than snuggling up against him and falling asleep

also, it allowed you to make sure he wasn’t overworking himself again

when you could, and if you were able to convince Seiichiro (most likely not), you would drag him to nap in the nurse’s office or the student president’s office during breaks

of course, most of the time he would refuse and instead scold you, but when he was visibly tired, you dragged him regardless of his complaints

and honestly, it did allow him to refresh and feel less tired, although he wasn’t too keen on napping during school hours, even if it lunchtime or after school

also, knowing that you were next to him comforted him greatly, and your touch lulled him into a deep sleep

no matter what it was, you two always loved being close to one another, especially since moments were the two of you could hang out without a worry in the world were rare