#blue spring

[shinyeclair]

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[beargyufairy]

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

This is canon btw

[cr4yolaas]

blue spring — something sweet

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"what prompted this?" she asks while taking a sip of the coffee he got her. it's filled to the brim with ice, much to her dismay, but the hints of lavender and cinnamon make up for the inconvenience. she's still dressed in her pajamas, lace-lined and adorned with ribbons, but she's wide awake.

"as thanks," he claims, but truthfully, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. "for inviting me the other night. and for returning my jacket." she shakes her head at his reasoning. her hand motions to their spot on the floor, signaling him to situate himself while she prepares her materials, and as she does so, kageyama soaks in her room again, this time with more intent. the papers that were on her desk a few days prior have been neatly stacked up and stored in a container beneath her desk, and the clothes that once piled up on the floor are nowhere to be seen. most importantly, though, the canvas isn't bland anymore. there's a sketch of a girl with her arms wrapped around an unintelligible creature in the center, and the face vaguely reminds him of her. this time, he questions it. "what is that?"

her movements come to a swift halt, and her eyes dart towards the easel. he can see the tension settle in her bones at the realization that the unfinished piece is on full display. "it's nothing," she replies, and instead of leaving it alone, she moves quickly to hide it in her closet.

his head tilts at her actions. "it looks great, though."

"thank you, but-"

the call of her name from the living room cuts her short, and she's escaping through the door before he can say another word. his fist curls in on itself subconsciously while he waits, the hushed talks on the other side of the wall failing to reach his ears.

when she returns, the air around her is heavier. a soft sigh leaves her lips before she settles herself on the ground and delves into the lesson for today. he doesn’t fail to notice the slight stiffness about her.

the time slips through kageyama's hands, and unbeknownst to him, wisps of warm golden sunlight are peering through her window. his legs have fallen asleep a long time ago, and his posture is unsalvageable. regardless, he listens. he listens to the soft timber of her voice as she explains each diagram, and he listens to the enunciation of each syllable that falls from her tongue. he's entranced, to say the least, but he doesn't realize it. all he can feel is the thump, thump, thump of his heart against his chest and the airiness in his stomach.

his notes have grown cleaner, compared to the last session. she compliments his organization, and embarrassingly, a barrage of heat hits his face. the change in dynamic shakes his awareness back into place, and he realizes the sun is already disappearing into the horizon, the hue of the sunset long gone. seemingly, his awakening draws her attention to the time, and she breathes out a small apology for dragging on for too long.

he's rushing to pack his things, realizing he'd overstayed his welcome. he can't read her expression -- it's an amalgamation of emotions he can't put a name to, and it bothers him slightly. nevertheless, she bids him farewell, this time following out to the front door.

"thank you," she whispers, her arms crossed against her chest to fight against the breeze. "for the coffee and sweets. i'll have to pay you back sometime soon." the small smile on her lips almost makes him forget to respond.

"you don't have to," he replies hastily, his words tumbling out all too fast. "you're already doing me a huge favor. y'know, by tutoring me."

she shifts her weight to a different leg, her gaze attached to his face. "okay. just get home safe, alright?"

he nods, pivoting around to walk down the hallway, to the street, and back home. the trip is quiet, save for the whirring of cars on his right and the hum of evening owls on his left. when he returns, the thumping of his heart dissolves into a softer noise, and the airiness in his stomach disappears.

𝜗𝜚 incoming family trauma :3

𝜗𝜚 tsukki is very caring behind the scenes as u can see (he wants to look nonchalant and cool for his bf but i didnt tell u that)

𝜗𝜚 yachi may or may not have eaten half of the pastry box

𝜗𝜚 yn orders the same noodles every time tsukishima says he's getting takeout and he uses the add-ons as a mood indicator. no add-ons means she's doing fine, the more add-ons equate to how badly she's doing

𝜗𝜚 kageyama is like a cat exploring a new area every time he enters yn's room LOL she's noticed it she just hasn't cared enough to mention it

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[vaamins]

It’s been years since the failed plasma star vessel incident and satoru likes to believe he’s gotten over it. That he’s unmoved and unchanged by it, that despite the great loss he suffered, he’s still the same Satoru as before.

Some days, he is grabbing the hair on his head and trying to rip it off and get to his brain to stop the influx of memories he doesn’t want to remember from surging him and ultimately, drowning him.

Other days, hand in hand with you, he feels like he’s on top of the world and that nothing could bring him down.

It is only when he finds himself in the aquarium involuntarily, his feet on autopilot having took him there by instinct, and he’s walking around the glass dome of sea creature watching as big and small, large and thin fish swim by, that he remembers riko amanai.

Her Image in his brain has become fuzzy with time. Her once vibrant dark blue hair is a dull black, and her eyes—he’s forgotten what colour they used to look like. But he remembers her peering up at the fish all those years ago. The life in her eyes having been long snuffed out.

Its on days where he’s reminded of her that satoru realises he has been changed. Regardless if he can’t remember her face, she’s tucked into the crevices of his mind, always appearing in memories of his blue spring lost, and she re-emerges from the depths of his mind.

Not to haunt him no. He knows riko wouldn’t haunt anyone, but she stands as a reminder of what satoru couldn’t save and, curse him, he hates her for it.

She’s an immovable object. A constant alarm, blaring in his brain of the one he couldn’t save. Because as much as satoru would like to say he and suguru were the same, their difference were too large to go unnoticed.

But some days, like now, when it is summer, and the wind is a slight breeze ruffling his white hair, the sun shining down on everything, and he’s kicking his feet in the water of the beach. He remembers her again. But she isn’t dull and devoid of colour, this time, she is bright and wonderful. A reminder once again, that life could be good.

Satoru, turns at the sound of his students behind him, calling for him to come back and get some food. He gazes at them fondly, and it is only then that he sees how far he has come and theirs one thing he can admit as he walks towards them, leaving riko amanai behind.

That he was changed. That he still hasn’t gotten over it, just yet. But he is working on it, and he smiles to himself as his students swarm him, complaining about something he doesn’t know.

He knows it as he gazes into your eyes. You stand under the shade of a tree, smiling at him. All love and adoration. You’ve always been there, and you would always be there. And though it may be a long journey, he knows he can move on from what was riko amanai and what should’ve been suguru geto. He knows he can, with you by his side.

And so he moves from his students and envelops you into his arms, breathing in your scent and satoru leans into your embrace. And for the first time in forever, he feels as if he can finally let go.

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[howtodrsw]

wanting was enough

for me, it was enough

🥐⠀𓇼ㅤ🩹ㅤ𓂃⠀⠀🫧⠀⠀.ㅤꜝ 🐟

私たちは恋に落ちているの?

[dogpaw8]

Tomorrow x Together 5th Anniversary~~ Tal vez no los dibuje tan frecuentemente como a otros intereses mios o idols, pero la musica de TXT ha sido algo muy lindo de experimentar a lo largo de los años - los aprecio mucho y genuinamente espero q la esten pasando bonito jeje

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[itagakimizuki]

BLUE SPRING 青い春 (2002) dir. Toyoda Toshiaki

[rodrickheffeley]

Blue spring (2001)

[asoftepiloguemylove]

정국 Jung Kook Decalcomania* // Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig // Phoebe Bridgers Garden Song // @petrichara // 青い春 Blue Spring (2001) dir. 豊田利晃 Toshiaki Toyoda // Taylor Swift Never Grow Up // Lisel Mueller Sometimes, When the Light // Mitski First Love / Late Spring

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[shinyeclair]

Happy trio ~ Art by the adorable @maxbruiser Template @HL0428

[cinemaobscura]

Blue Spring | 青い春 (2001) dir. Toshiaki Toyoda

[cr4yolaas]

blue spring — until we're old and wrinkly

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he picks her up from her place, something she isn't accustomed to just yet. the sunlight barely peeks out from behind his figure. it's a warm sight.

kageyama planned the entire day out — she caught a glimpse of it on his notes app, typed out neatly and with little details for him to remember — and she finds it foreign to have someone else handle everything for her. when they stand before the museum, she thanks him quietly by slipping her hand into his and pretends to not notice the perspiration on his palms or the flush of his cheeks. the cues of spring happen to be on full display today, given the vibrant blossoms and the light breeze in the air, despite it already being june.

june, she ponders. spring is no longer with her, gone with the wind. she reminisces over late march, in which she had taken it upon herself to tutor her calculus seatmate, despite the inconvenience it created for her routine. she recalls early may and all of its disruptions, from her stepfather to the exhibit that tore apart pieces of her well-being. her gaze falls to the much rougher hand encapsulating hers, and she hopes that june brings about something better.

they walk around each floor together, their fingers loosely intertwined and their footsteps following the same tempo. he finds himself excited to listen to her ramble about each work that interests her. while he doesn't quite understand her observations about color theorems and medium combinations, he does understand the ardor that drips from each whispered syllable. he understands the complexity of her love for the intricacies that she describes. he understands why he likes her so, so, so much.

"i requested to host an exhibit here before," she mutters while they pause to sit and rest. there's a small bench placed in the center of one of the exhibition rooms beneath a dim light. in truth, kageyama feels like it's just them in the room. "mainly because it was convenient, but also because i dreamed of it when i was a kid." he watches as she scans each work with childlike wonder. the thump, thump, thump of his heart only drums heavier against his chest with every passing second.

his thumb grazes over her skin absentmindedly, as if to soothe himself. "what happened after?" he whispers. he's scared that if he speaks too loud, the delicacy they've constructed around themselves will shatter.

she takes a breath before she responds, and he braces himself for whatever explanation she has. "they didn't accept my work because i was too young, by their standards. something about how they wanted seasoned talent." her thumb copies his, albeit with a little more force. "it was odd. it feels weird to be here now, seeing what they would've wanted up on their walls. but i don't really mind it now."

he can't take his eyes off of her. her words spill from her lips with ease and he soaks it all in, as if it's a healing prayer. the effect she has on him is devastating, he realizes, but he doesn't want it to wither away for a second.

they sit in silence for a while. a handful of old couples shuffle by, their hands interlinked, and he wonders if he'd find himself in that position with her. tourists filter in and out and speak in quiet dialects he can't comprehend, but he enjoys the noise. she does too. it's comfortable, despite how odd it feels on her skin, and she can't find herself fighting it anymore. when he asks if she's ready to leave, she questions the last time she was able to relax. she scavenges through her memories, searching relentlessly for a moment of rest that felt as easy as this, and she finds nothing. so, earnestly, she declines. she asks him to sit with her for a little bit longer. he doesn't complain.

he wants to ask if she'd be content with continuing their routine, where he comes over on thursdays and listens to her explain complicated topics until the sun sets behind the horizon. he wants to ask if he can keep buying her iced coffees with hints of cinnamon and lavender until she grows sick of them. he wants to ask if she's ever envisioned them together, old and wrinkly, walking hand in hand. instead, he asks her if she's truly, genuinely happy.

"of course i am. you're here, after all."

that's more than enough for him, he decides.

--

kageyama doesn’t want to drop her off yet, but with the moon hanging high in the sky and the building lights slowly diminishing, he knows he can’t ask her to stay with him any longer. so, with heavy footsteps and a heavy heart, he walks with her up the stairs and down the hall of her apartment building, and his chest aches more and more with every inch closer to the doorway.

his hand departs from hers, and he feels foolish for being so clingy. she swivels around to face him. his jacket rests on her figure, the result of his overwhelming concern from moments prior. it’s the same one he left at her house weeks and weeks ago. the memory is still fresh in his head.

“i had a lot of fun today,” she muses while fidgeting with the zipper. she doesn’t want to take it off yet, and she reasons with herself that it’s only because the breeze is heavy and the night is cold, but she knows there’s more to it than that. “thank you, tobio.”

at her call of his name, he finds himself hopeless. he can’t stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, and he can’t stop the confession that he spills out shortly after.

“i think i’m in love with you,” he whispers against her skin. their noses are barely touching. there’s a minty essence to his breath, a glimmer in his eyes, and in his words, there’s a bountiful amount of raw, unfiltered emotion. she can tell it isn’t a new realization, given by the way he utters it so readily. “so much so that i’d let you tutor me until we’re old and wrinkly.”

“really?” she laughs, the sound light against his ears. “that’s a long, long time.”

“i don’t mind. as long as it’s with you.”

she doesn’t tell him that she shares the sentiment, but she isn’t sure if she really needs to tell him. the small smile she gives him and the soft peck she places on his cheek says everything he needs to know.

𝜗𝜚 next chapter is the last one !! thank u for reading blue spring :)

𝜗𝜚 i hope that this chapter really encapsulated the shift in yn's life from something much more solemn and bitter to something colorful and light since that's really where the title comes from

𝜗𝜚 blue spring was initially just a random title i came up with, but when i searched it up i found out that it means "youth" or a "fresh start." i felt that this fit super well with the general plot as not only did yn lose a lot of her youth to her workaholism, but she also got to experience a fresh start in her life by meeting kageyama

𝜗𝜚 this chapter is super duper cheesy but i feel like kags is a very cheesy guy anyways

𝜗𝜚 also does this count as them being official in ur guys' eyes ? i was very conflicted on whether or not this chapter would be the last one because i felt that i wasn't very sure on how to show the transition from "more than friends less than lovers" to being in a relationship where you can confess your love, so i was about to make this a "time-skip" sort of chapter where it's already out there that they're in love. in a sense this makes this chapter a filler ,, but it felt wrong to not talk about their date </3

𝜗𝜚 also the dog reaction pic is an inside joke that no one else will understand bc none of my irls follow this account (and i hope they never find it </3)

𝜗𝜚 also also i watched wifty while finishing this up bc i miss it sm :( zhangrai my otp

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Hi Everyone!

I'd like to start this by saying I'm still quite new to this platform and writing for other people's enjoyment, so I apologise for any bad writing or inexperience.

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You can request anything you'd like, be as specific or as vague as you want. It may take me a little bit to get around to them so your patience is much appreciated.

Here's what I write for:

☆ Crows Zero 1 (2007)

☆ Crows Zero 2 (2009)

☆ Blue Spring (2001)

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Though I do only write for a few fandoms at the moment, it may expand in the future.

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