#craft night with tadashi !

[butterflybubble]

// finally added the miffy lamp to my desk !

[fyodere]

Summer Doesn’t Last Forever. 🍓

This is your last summer as a high school student with your boyfriend, Tadashi. You want to make this moment even more special.

notes: haaaaiii! guess who’s back? i mean, sort of… my life has been crazy lately, if you want to check it out just search for “life update” on my profile

anyway, this is a preview of an extremely wholesome smut I made of my best boy, Yamaguchi Tadashi. I love this boy so much I can hardly contain it! OKAY, depending on the support, I promise to post the complete version as soon as possible!!

At the height of summer, when the sun rises majestically in the sky and casts its golden rays upon the earth, it is possible to experience an epiphany of comforting warmth. It's as if each ray of sunshine gently caresses your skin, wrapping you in a feeling of warmth and well-being. In this magical moment, one can appreciate the celestial spectacle of the sun slowly setting on the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange, pink, and violet, as if it were a canvas being carefully crafted by an artist.

Summer invites you to slow down and savor each moment, to allow yourself to be enveloped by the enchanting aura of the season. It is a time of promises and renewal, where the worries of the past fade away and you are captivated by the invigorating energy of the season. Under the summer skies, you are reminded of the importance of living fully, embracing the present with gratitude, and dreaming of a future filled with opportunities and adventures.

Thus, as the sun sets on the horizon and night gently falls over the land, you are enveloped by a feeling of serenity and contentment. Summer, with all its fleeting beauty, reminds you of the magic that resides in every moment and the importance of appreciating life's journey with all its ups and downs.

Meanwhile, the thought that summer doesn't last forever saddens you.

You look at the sky through your bedroom window, appreciating the explosion of colors in the sky, then look at your feet, with a look of disappointment. The end of cycles has always been difficult for you; the thought that another season was coming to an end made your heart tighten. What kind of nostalgia is this? Missing something that hasn't even ended? You place your hand on your forehead, contemplating how out of touch with reality your thoughts can be.

In a reality shock, you look at the time displayed on your phone screen. Damn, I'm going to be late! You think, taking a deep breath.

Today is a special day. You will have a date with your boyfriend, Yamaguchi Tadashi, the captain of the Karasuno volleyball team. You started dating during your sophomore year; Tadashi confessed his feelings to you after you both got closer when you were freshmen in school.

Witnessing the evolution of the green-haired boy from the first year to the third was truly an event you take pride in having attended. Watching Yamaguchi slowly emerge from the cocoon and display its beautiful wings to the world filled him with pride. You love the boy so much that sometimes it feels like your chest is going to burst, as if your body can't handle something so beautiful and intense.

As you immerse yourself in daydreams about your beloved boyfriend, your body begins to move, starting your preparation for the summer festival.

This will be your last summer festival with Yamaguchi as a high school student, and the first as his girlfriend. You couldn't enjoy the fireworks last year because Karasuno High School had advanced to the national volleyball tournament. You were proud of your boyfriend, of course. But, damn! It would be so romantic to watch the festival of lights in the sky next to him...

Thinking that this year would be different filled your heart with joy. With a sudden burst of motivation, you decide to look for your beloved yukata and prepare all the accessories to style your hair, making it as majestic as possible for your boyfriend.

As you finish doing your makeup, you hear a noise coming from the door. It must be him! You think, letting a smile slip away.

You open the door and see your boyfriend standing there with a radiant smile. Tadashi was wearing a grayish yukata with a print of black crows. The dark tone of the boy's clothing matched the color of his hair, which, by the way, had grown since last year. Yamaguchi let his hair grow a bit over time; honestly, you thought it was charming. It really suits him, it makes him look more mature.

The boy's hair was tied up in a half-bun, leaving his ears exposed. You can see Tadashi's piercings in that area.

You swallow hard. Oh my, you're used to the way your boyfriend looks. You see him every day at school. Why did he seem even more handsome today? Perhaps the magical summer air is stirring your senses.

Without ceremony, Tadashi pulls you into a hug. You like how he is more confident and able to take action, without leaving his caring and sensitive side behind.

The hug made you realize something, Yamaguchi was taller. Yes, even taller than you remembered. The way he hugs you, you can tell that he's stronger too. Tadashi had gained some muscles due to his dedication to volleyball. After a moment enjoying all the warmth radiating from your boyfriend's body, he releases you and steps back, looking into your eyes and holding your shoulders.

"Ah, sorry... I kept you waiting, didn't I?" He says, and you quickly shake your head in denial. "Tsukki was convinced that I had taken his headphones, he was furious." Yama let out a faint laugh; he was used to his best friend's temperament.

"I hope you don't keep talking about Tsukishima throughout our meeting." You say, forcing a serious face, feeling a hint of jealousy. Your boyfriend can't help but find you adorable in this state.

"Sorry, sorry..." He says in a playful tone, sliding one of the hands that were holding hers to her face, making her look at him. "Without Tsukki at our meeting, understood." He smiled once more, and you felt your legs weaken.

They held hands and walked in comfortable silence towards the festival. No matter how accustomed you were to your boyfriend's presence, your heart can't help but beat a little faster. Sharing these moments with Tadashi makes your body warm up.

It didn't take long for you to arrive at the festival; it was possible to see people of all ages walking and talking, exchanging gentle smiles, enjoying everything that pleasant summer night had to offer.

The illumination of the fireworks seemed sufficient for your comfort. Even with the windows open, the room felt absurdly hot, hotter than the acceptable standards for a summer night. Looking slyly, you notice Yamaguchi's yukata slightly looser — perhaps the heat was bothering him too. You reflect on loosening your traditional clothing while your boyfriend focuses on the fireworks show. Slyly, you use your hands to create a larger passage of air at the top of your clothing.

Tadashi turns to you and places his hand on the side of your face, giving it a gentle caress. He looks at you with tenderness as he slowly approaches. You close your eyes, anticipating your boyfriend's next move.

Yamaguchi tilts his face and gently presses his lips against yours. You reciprocate the small act, but it doesn't go beyond that. Just a chaste, simple, and sweet kiss. As genuine and loving as the feelings you have for each other. Your body warms even more, and every touch from Tadashi, no matter how soft and gentle, seems to provoke the most intense sensations in you.

The boy steps back, keeping their faces close.

"Can I try something different?" You hear your boyfriend say in a voice slightly weaker than usual. Was he scared?

"Huh?" You respond, a bit confused. "Sure, go ahead."

"Sure..." Tadashi says, glancing quickly at the closed door, as if he is afraid of being caught in the act. "Close your eyes, follow me..." Following your boyfriend's command, you close your eyes. You felt Yamaguchi's face getting closer again.

He brings your lips together again, the difference is that now he is only kissing your upper lip, letting you feel just his lower lip against yours. You were a bit confused about the seemingly awkward kiss, but Tadashi quickly took another action.

Right after lightly kissing her upper lip, Tadashi slightly parts his lips, creating a small space for theirs to fit together. It was slightly wetter than most of the kisses exchanged before — not that you were complaining, it was nice.

So you remember Yamaguchi's second order: to follow him; a bit awkwardly, you try to imitate the boy, giving him a chance to fit his lower lip between yours. You hear a sound similar to a soft grunt coming from your boyfriend, probably a reaction to the moisture from your mouth.

Tadashi prepares for the next step, lightly biting his lip. Suck, let go, and kiss. First, he does it timidly, waiting for you to repeat the act. When you reciprocate, he starts to do it with more intensity, but at a pace you can keep up with. As the sequence repeated, their mouths opened wider before fitting together again, allowing for more movement.

He alternates the hand that holds his face with caresses and gentle tugs to bring him closer. As their lips collide, Yamaguchi lets more sounds escape.

"Haa...ah—" he says, breathless, after pulling away more abruptly. You can also hear the sound of your own breathing. "You... liked it?" You confirm by nodding your head. Your face is so hot that you fear to verbalize. "That's good." He ends with a smile.

You and Yamaguchi had kissed before. Many other times. The Karasuno team finds it almost disgusting how you manage to be affectionate. Sometimes, when you are watching the practice, Tadashi takes advantage of the little break to give you a kiss, even sweaty and with everyone watching. An attitude that makes Tsukishima roll his eyes.

Of course, you had given more intense kisses as well. But these are more private, usually at someone's house or in a place that seems safe enough.

Or not so much. Tadashi sometimes can't control himself around his lovely girlfriend.

The question is: when things evolve to more intimate touches and become more intense, your boyfriend simply stops. He distances himself and leaves you confused, even though he says you didn't do anything that caused this distance.

You were afraid of that happening again, right now, when everything seems so good...

You feel something tingling between your legs. This had happened before, more times than you would like to admit. What Tadashi was skilled at with touches and kisses, he also had in fear of taking the next step.

It burns so much that it feels like it's on fire, it burns so much that you feel a discharge coming out of you. Oh, drugs. You were wet. Wet because of the slightly more intense kiss with her boyfriend — and their tongues didn't even touch.

Placing one of your hands on your forehead, feeling all the heat radiating from your face, you huff, grateful that Tadashi left the lights off. You didn't want him to laugh at the redness that spreads across your face.

[rocksandrobots]

PotP Ch 56 - Blizzards, Blackbirds, and Bargains: Part 2

Well, technically not from Corona directly. The dagger that laid out on the table before them bore the symbol of the Brotherhood, the crest of Umbra. Which was close enough. 

Another dimension was another dimension after all. 

“Watcha looking at?” Aunt Cass peered over the teens shoulders to see what had caused such fuss and fascination. 

“Uh… nothing.” Hiro squeaked. 

“Varian found a neat dagger in the snow.” Tadashi answered, cool as can be. “Someone must have dropped it. We're trying to figure out who it belongs to.” 

“Well, your best bet is to turn it over to the lost and found at the police station.” Aunt Cass advised, as she walked over to the TV controls laying behind the counter. “You can give it to Chief Cruz once the storm is over.” 

She flipped on the TV to see the weather. 

“As you can see here, there's another cold front coming in tonight.” The weather girl said, pointing towards a green-screened map. “While the snow has eased up some, we're expecting more flurries later on in the day and even possibly some sleet tonight.” 

“Therefore we advised people to still stay indoors and if you have to go out, try to get your errands done before 3 PM. The trolley will run from 10 to 2 in the afternoon for those of you who do need to travel.

Over to you Duff.” 

The scene changed to the news anchor at his desk. 

“Thank you Sheryl. Breaking news this morning. Apparently a series of burglaries happened last night while the city was distracted with the snow storm. Several banks, jewelry stores, and museums are reporting losses, with no evidence as to who the perpetrator might be.” 

The scene changed again, and Chief Cruz, all bundled up in scarf and earmuffs, stood in front of the police station. 

“We think it's an inside job. There's no signs of forced entry and all of the security cameras were tampered with. In addition, given the sheer volume of items missing and the distance between the various locations that were hit, would seem to suggest that multiple robberies happened near simultaneously; indicating an organized crime ring.” 

While the Chief went on explaining proper safety procedures, the rest of the gang shared knowing looks.

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It was difficult to see through the swiftly falling snow as the heroes flew, skated, and teleported across the city. Even Baymax’s sensors seemed to be on the fritz. 

Despite this, the gang had found various treasures haphazardly strewn about town. Tapestries, toy chessmen, fur cloaks, small chests, other weapons, books, scrolls, a lone deerskin boot, and even a parchment map that was torn to shreds; all of it tossed about by the wind and all of it foreign to this world. 

Varian’s goggles fogged up as he stepped out of the portal onto a rooftop. He wiped them clear with his sleeve and bent down to pick up another artifact. 

This one was a ragdoll, worn, faded, and tattered, as if it hadn't been played with in years. In fact a lot of the stuff they had found was in a damaged state; as if all this stuff had been abandoned and thrown into this world like garbage. The dagger he had first found being the most intact due to the material it was made of. 

Varian frowned. The doll’s coal black eyes stared back at him dully. They were also made of obsidian; same as the dagger, same as the stone chess pieces, and same as the arm bangle they had found earlier. Varian didn't know much about his father’s home country, but he did know that stone carving was a time honored tradition there. 

He himself had never learned the craft, but his dad’s skills had been well regarded. He would, on rare occasions, carve small gifts out of stone. A toy here, a piece of jewelry there; quartz wedding rings were popular in the village and one of Varian’s favorite toys growing up was a carved knight on horseback. 

“Oooh! I found a dress!” Honey Lemon’s voice broke out over the intercom, snapping him out his thoughts. “Well part of a dress anyways. One of the sleeves is missing.” 

“Wooop! Yes! I found an axe!” Fred hooted with joy. 

“You're not keeping the axe, Fred.” Wasabi dismissed. 

“But-” 

“Put it down.” Gogo demanded. 

“As cool as all this medieval stuff is…” Tadashi chimed in, ignoring the argument over the axe, “has anybody figured out where it's all coming from yet?” 

“I may have found something.” Hiro said as he flew past on Baymax. “Meet me in the park.”

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“Well I guess we found that ‘cold front’ the weatherman said to look out for.” 

Wasabi was the first to speak, if nothing else than to ease the overwhelming sense of dread that had overcome the group. 

Before them, at the top of king’s hill in the park, was the largest portal they had ever seen. 

It stood as tall and as wide as a two story building. 

There were no frames nor turbines, like with previous set ups, but there was a swirling vortex of energy that whirled around the gateway. And this gateway led straight to a raging snow storm. 

Wind, sleet, and snow blasted out of the inter-dimensional window and into the freezing San Fansokyo air. 

Hiro gulped. “S-so how do we stop it?” 

“Over here!” Gogo called out. “I think I found the controls.” 

They met her at the foot of the hill where stood a metal podium with controls built into the top and a generator beside it. Varian kicked over some snow to find the buried wires traveling back towards the top of the hill, and presumably whatever electronics kept the portal in place. 

“Hey look!” Fred yelled as he opened up a nearby sack. “Do you suppose they're using these to power the portal?” 

He held up a diamond, looking through it like a spyglass. 

“No, but I do think we’ve just found all of the stolen loot that went missing last night.” Hiro said, opening up another bag to find a pearl necklace. 

“So you're telling me that whoever opened up the portal to the fairytale dimension, decided to go on a robbery spree?” Tadashi asked, incredulously. “Wouldn't they have they're own riches in that Umbra kingdom?” 

“Looked more like junk to me.” Gogo commented; pulling out a single ripped leather glove from her back pocket and holding it up to remind everyone the real value of the other worldly treasures they had found. 

“Maybe they're a part of the fae and are like exchanging trash for shiny stuff cause they think it's an even trade or something?” Fred guessed.

“The fae wouldn't use electricity, Fred.” Varian stated matter of factly as he examined the controls. That's when his eyes landed on the blue folder. 

“That's Callahan’s notebook.” Hiro said when he noticed what Varian was holding. “But I thought you lost it.” 

“So did I.” Varian muttered as he flipped through the notes. 

“But both Callahan and Momosake are still in jail.” Honey Lemon timidly pointed out. “Who else would have known about it?” 

They all got their answer when another, smaller portal opened up right next to them, and out stepped Sirque with a bag slung over her shoulder and a stolen crown perched precariously on top of her head. 

Super villain and heroes stared at each other for a moment, stunned. Until Sirque rolled her eyes, dropped the bag of loot, and raised her hands. 

“Alright, fine. You caught me.” 

“Shut the portal down now!” Varian demanded.

Sirque took a step back, surprised by the ferocity in his voice. 

“Okay… okay. It'll take a moment to power everything down ...” 

She turned off the smaller portal behind her and walked over to the control panel. 

“You have to shut everything off in sequence or it'll risk an implosion.” She finished explaining. 

“That's the least of our problems.” Varian muttered. 

“I don't know. ‘Imploding giant portal’ does sound like a pretty big problem to me.” Wasabi countered. 

“Listen. The rocks could come through at any moment. That's a far bigger worry right now.” 

“Rocks?” Sirque asked. 

“Do you have any idea where that portal leads to?” Varian responded. 

“The frozen tundra.”  She pointed back towards the gateway like it was obvious. 

“Yes… the frozen tundra of a completely different dimension.” 

Sirque blinked at him, unsure how to respond to such a statement, but then decided it didn't matter. 

She rolled her eyes again and shrugged. “If you say so.” And then began the power down sequence. 

She didn't get the chance to finish. 

Halfway through the ground began to rumble under their feet. But before anyone could yell “Earthquake!”, black stalagmites burst from below. They barreled straight towards the group, towering as tall as a grown man, before abruptly stopping a few feet past where they all stood. 

It was all over and done within a matter of seconds. The gang of superheroes barely had time to roll out of the way from the onslaught. 

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”  Honey Lemon kept repeating over and over again as she clung to the base of one of the rocks in shock. 

“What was that!?” Sirque yelled. 

“The rocks.” Varian answered, lifting Hiro off his feet. 

“Is everyone okay?” Gogo shouted. 

“I’ve been better.” Wasabi grunted. 

Everyone rushed to his side. One of the black spikes had pierced his armor, breaking the shoulder guard and grazing his shoulder. 

“It sliced right through my shield like a knife through butter.” He hissed, as Baymax applied antiseptic to his wound. 

“Fortunately it doesn't look too deep.” Tadashi said, examining Baymax's handiwork. 

“Only a minor cut.” The robot confirmed. “It should heal within a few days.” 

“I wish the same could be said about the portal.” Fred replied. 

The others turned to look at him. He was standing near the now busted up control panel, holding a severed cord. 

Sirque’s eyes widened with horror. “Oh that is not good.” 

“Please don't say why.” Hiro whispered. 

Sirque ignored his pleas. “The generator was used to kick start the portal, but the electromagnets use kinetic motion to maintain energy. Without the controls, I can't tell the portal to power down.” 

“No…. No…” Varian practically laughed in disbelief. “Do NOT tell me you don't have a way to shut the portal down.” 

“Well there is a backup… but…” 

He grabbed her by the shoulders. “No buts, where is it?” 

Pinned in his grasp, she timidly pointed back towards the portal. 

“There’s another set of controls on the other end, to stabilize the connection.” 

Gogo spoke up first. “So you’re telling us, someone has to go in there, turn everything off, and then get back through the collapsing portal before they're trapped in another dimension for all time?” 

“Why do you keep saying it's another dimension?” 

“Because it is!” Varian shouted, finally letting go of her. “Or do you think those are natural to this world!?” 

He pointed back towards the rocks. 

Sirque frowned. 

“You don't… you don't know that. They could be.. they be an unstudied phenomenon-”

“ I've studied them. I've spent my life studying them. Their chemical makeup doesn't match anything on this Earth. Their physical priorities defy basic physics. They've managed to go against all known scientific research.” 

“Trust us.” Tadashi stepped in. “It's alien, and so is he, and that portal you just built leads to another world.” 

“You must be joking.” But she didn't sound confident, not in the slightest. 

“Joking or not, we need to get those controls rebuilt and that portal turned off asap.” 

“We don't have time.” Varian hissed. 

“Nobody's going through that portal.” 

Varian pressed his lips tightly together as if considering a further argument, but then huffed and marched over to the control panel instead. 

“We need a soldering tool.” He said. 

“I have a toolbox.” Sirque offered, and ran to her stash to get it. 

Those not versed in portal tech, stood to the side and watched. 

Honey Lemon had finally calmed down but still looked shell shocked, while the rest of the gang shuffled nervously, unsure what to do. 

“Screwdriver!” Varian called out, while Sirque connected the power cables. 

Gogo handed him the tool out of the toolbox. 

“So… those are what destroyed your village?” She asked. 

“Yeah, and they'll destroy San Fansokyo if we don't get this portal closed.” 

He finished screwing back in the brackets on the casing, and putting the screwdriver in his mouth, took two ends of a severed wire in his hand and spliced them together.

“Gat me a mut, mill ma?” He hummed, and Gogo went hunting for a ceramic nut for the wires. 

“How much time do we have?” Tadashi asked, peering over the other side of the panel. 

Varian spit out the screwdriver into his hand as Gogo handed him some nuts and terminal ends. 

“No idea. It could be a couple of hours or just a few minutes.” 

“What's our backup plan if we run out of time?”

Varian stopped and stared hard at him. 

“There is no backup. Nothing can stop the rocks. Nothing. So don't even try it.” 

Tadashi frowned, but for once didn't argue.

Hiro kept a pensive eye on the portal as he listened in on his brothers’ conversation. 

“Baymax?” He quietly asked his robot companion, hopefully out of earshot of the others. “Can you detect where the other control panel is?” 

Baymax scanned the portal entrance way. 

“They're is an energy signal coming about half a mile from the portal’s entrance.” 

“How fast can you get to it?” 

“Given wind resistance, I estimate roughly three minutes.” 

“So three minutes to get back through the portal before it collapses, plus whatever time it would take to turn it off. How much time would it take for the portal to close completely?” 

Baymax gave the best imitation of a shrug that he could. “I'm afraid I do not have enough information to make that calculation.” 

Hiro mulled over the options in his mind as he walked over towards the reconstruction. 

“Hey Sirque, if someone went through the portal-”

“No one is going through the portal.” Tadashi interrupted. 

Hiro ignored him, “How hard would it be to turn the other set of controls off?” 

“Not hard. It's just a simple powering down sequence.” She answered off handily as she flipped through her notes. “First the electromagnets have to be told to slow down, and then the signal has to be shut off, then finally you can cut the power. Do it out of order though and the portal could implode.” 

Hiro nodded. “The magnets have to stay stabilized till the power is fully off, got it. So all together, you think what, about six minutes to power it all down?” 

Sirque gave it some thought. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Given the portal's size, it's not instantaneous like with my portable tech.” 

“I know what you're thinking, and no.” Tadashi said. 

“You said we needed a backup.” Hiro argued back. “Baymax and I could fly in there and out again the quickest.” 

“Well fortunately we won't need to risk it because Varian is going to fix the panel here. Ain’t that right, V?” 

In answer the control panel sparked and caught on fire. As Varian frantically scrambled away, Baymax calmly put out the small flame with his built in extinguisher. 

“It's o-okay.” Varian tried to keep the rising panic out of his voice as he examined the damage. “It's just a little surface scaring. Nothing major. I can still fix this.” 

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than did the ground start to rumble again. Varian gulped down his fear and turned to look at the portal. 

More rocks were heading their way, but this time they were further off. 

They could see the black spikes puncturing the snow off in the distance, but it wouldn't take long for the dangerous formations to reach them. Certainly not before Varian had a chance to rewire the controls. 

A scream from Honey Lemon broke Varian out of his racing thoughts. 

“Hiro NO!!!” 

Too late. 

Varian barely had time to register the wind rushing past him as Baymax blasted off towards the portal.

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Hiro ignored everyone's cries as he rushed through the portal. 

He wasn't sure what he had expected when entering another world, but honestly it didn't look any different from the images of Alaska you'd see on National Geographic. He could understand why Sirque would have assumed that she had created another spacial portal like all the others. The only thing indicating it's alien nature was the large black pointy rocks spiking up through the snow, and they had only just appeared five minutes ago. 

Yet despite having not been there moments before, the rocks already trailed off far into the distant horizon in a winding, erratic line as far as the eye could see. Like a giant black serpent snaking its way through the snow. 

The enormity of it filled his stomach with lead. These things were fast, and right now they were heading straight towards San Fansokyo. And given the evidence of what he'd seen here, they wouldn't stop at just the city. 

“I have found the controls.” Baymax interrupted his thoughts as they landed near another metal podium. The rocks had thankfully just missed it by a few feet. Hiro wasted no time in jumping off and dashing towards the panel. 

The power down procedure was simple enough. The control layout wasn't much different from Varian’s portal at school. Probably because both were based off of Callaghan’s work on the Silent Sparrow project. 

He flipped the final switch and heard the telltale sign of sparking electromagnets slowly winding down in the distance. 

“Quick, Baymax!” 

He jumped onto the robot’s back in mid-flight and they took off at full blast towards the portal. 

They were racing side by side with the rocks now. Which somehow managed to just keep pace ahead of them by a few yards. 

Hiro forced himself to tear his eyes away from unnatural phenomena and focus on their destination instead. 

The energy glow around the doorway was dimming and Hiro could just make out the shapes of his friends in the distance. 

They were beginning to run towards them, no doubt calling out to him. 

He gauged the distance. A little more than a football field to go… Five hundred feet… Four hundred… Three hundred… Two…

“Come on… come on…” He hissed, willing them to go faster… or for the rocks to go slower… or for the power to stay on longer… 

They were only ten feet away when the energy connecting the magnets arched, sputtered, and then died away. 

“NOOOO!!!” 

His friends, the portal, and the gleaming towers of San Fansokyo faded away into a swirl of white snow right as he and Baymax flew past what should have been the gateway. 

Baymax skidded to a halt and hovered there as Hiro looked on in horror at the nothingness before them. 

Nothing but the snow and the back rocks; which continued on regardless.

[meowkusunoki]

oc xmas stuff

jun: loved christmas as a kid. mellowed out in adulthood but still likes it. decorates a tree, mostly with cute things. buys gifts for her online friends. doesn't really care about receiving gifts. dislikes the food. loves to binge christmas movies. 100% believed in santa

tadashi: neutral on christmas. didn't do anything for it growing up but started celebrating with yuki. they have a tradition of making things for eachother, like crafts or drawings. doesn't decorate much. likes to play in the snow.

nobui: mixed feelings on christmas. likes it because she gets to spend time with her mom. they bake cookies together. dislikes it because by night her mom is usually drunk. in the end usually spends the holiday in one of her classmates' houses.

yuuhiko: dislikes christmas. doesn't see what people find so great about it. mostly ignores it, so do his parents. gets a bit lonely seeing other people celebrate.

[fantastic-rambles]

Quiet Gifts

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo (ADAM), Reki Kyan

Warnings: Underage

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: In which Ainosuke visits Reki when he's working on a new board and muses on their relationship. Written for Sk8 the Positivity's Valentine's Week [Day 5: Date Night] and the Sk8 Heart Bingo Challenge [Prompts: Peace, Beautiful, Massage]

The only sound in the workshop is the high-pitched whining of the sander as Reki shapes a slab of wood into a board, working with the careful patience of a craftsman. There's something beautiful about it, watching him draw out the potential hidden within the wood as the shavings pile up at his feet. What he's doing will never be touted as art, but Ainosuke doesn't understand why. How is it that those who devote their lives to learning a craft are treated differently simply based on how mundane their work is? What difference is there between creating a skateboard and creating a sculpture?

Of course, that's not what drives the young man. Fame and fortune might be incentives for others, but so far, Reki's just been sticking to his ideals. He's still young, but his dedication is all the more admirable for it: what he has is passion, a burning desire to learn and do better that will continue to drive him forward in the future. It's something that not many others can lay claim to, and it's not something that Ainosuke was aware of, either, until he actually got to know the boy better.

It's still strange to think about them. When they'd met, Reki hadn't meant anything to him. He'd just been an obstacle standing between Ainosuke and Langa. Even when they'd raced a second time, he'd only been a source of frustration: still an obstacle, but one that had also humiliated him—an unforgivable offense for a Shindo.

When Ainosuke recalls that night, it makes it even harder to understand how things turned out this way. But as he spent more time with Langa and the others, reluctantly associating with their hanger-on, he came to realize that they actually share a great deal in common. Both of them have an unquenchable passion for skating—and more than that, for innovation. Langa had thrilled Ainosuke with his raw talent and ability to challenge him, but in the end, all he was doing was translating what he knew from one sport to another. And when it comes to being challenged now, there's also Tadashi. He still loves skating with both of them and feeling the rush of speed, but his time with Reki is different.

There’s a different kind of excitement that comes from discussing the possibilities inherent in skating: in the design of the board, in the wheels that are used, in the tricks themselves. Reki has a freshness to his thinking that’s simultaneously refreshing and invigorating: even though he can’t pull off some of his ideas, sometimes, Ainosuke can. More often, though, what they try out simply doesn’t work, but that’s fun, too: advancement is most often made through mistakes and accidents. With what they know doesn’t work, they can try to find something that does.

The pitch of the tool changes when Reki lifts it up and rubs at his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of sawdust above the hard plastic of the safety goggles, before returning to his work. Eventually, though, the electronic whir shuts off completely, and Ainosuke gets up from the corner where he’s been waiting patiently while Reki stretches with a groan, lacing his hands together and pushing them toward the ceiling. Ainosuke’s own hands fall to his shoulders, his thumbs digging into the back of Reki’s neck as he begins to rub small circles into it. Reki's startled gaze over his shoulder makes the man chuckle before the light of recognition sets in.

“Oh. You should have said something if you were here, Adam. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“But I like watching you work.”

His palms slide over Reki’s shoulders, his fingers continuing to work on the boy’s back to try to smooth out the tension he finds there. It probably isn’t as good as anything that Tadashi can do, but Ainosuke has received enough massages to get a general idea of how they work. It seems to be good enough for Reki, at least, and he eventually tugs off his goggles and turns around to face Ainosuke, smiling at him.

“Why are you here, anyways?”

“What, I can’t just stop by and see you when I feel like it? Are you cheating on me and hiding a mistress?” Ainosuke teases, leaning over slightly to press a kiss to his forehead, just above the smear of sawdust. Reki flushes instantly, and Ainosuke grins: he isn’t at all worried about that sort of situation happening, because Reki can’t lie to save his life. His feelings always show up on his face, and even besides that, the boy is naively earnest. They’ve never really talked about their relationship that just happened, but Reki just seems like someone who will be devoted to only one person at a time.

“But there really is no special reason,” Ainosuke continues, stepping back to his corner for a moment to pick up a small, plastic bag. Reaching into it, he tosses a cool, moisture-beaded can to Reki while pulling another one out for himself and cracking it open before taking a sip of his beer. For the boy, of course, he’s simply gotten him a soda: illegal skating tournaments aside, Ainosuke does generally try to abide by the laws of Japan. “I just wanted to see you and hang out for a little while. Unless you’re busy? It looks like you’ve got a new idea.”

He nods toward the workbench. The new deck has an interesting shape, somewhat like a boomerang, though the two arms seem to be spaced a bit too widely for someone to stand on them comfortably without falling forward onto their face. Reki's eyes light up as he puts his drink down on the table and picks up the wood to show it to Ainosuke.

“Yeah! I was thinking about trying to make a two-person board! I mean, you probably can’t do any fancy tricks on this, but just cruising along together or something? Of course, I need to make sure that all the wheels are lined up properly, but I thought it was a cool idea!”

“It is rather interesting,” Ainosuke agrees, tracing a finger over the pale wood thoughtfully. “Though I suppose from a safety standpoint, it would be a little more difficult for both riders to feel comfortable on it, since they would both have to push themselves inward rather than straight. It’s not impossible, but given the habits of human movement, perhaps two connected but parallel boards might be more practical.”

“I did think about that,” Reki admits, setting the board down to pick up his soda again and perch on the side of his workbench. “But that just seemed… a little boring. Besides, you could probably do it, couldn’t you?”

Ainosuke laughs before throwing the boy a dazzling grin.

“I could. And perhaps Tadashi or Langa would be able to handle being my partner. It would be fun to try out at Crazy Rock, sometime. Bring it there when it’s done?”

“Of course!” Reki seems excited by the prospect, and Ainosuke understands: both of them like showing off, in their own ways. Perhaps it’s not unlike modeling, in a way: even if Reki can’t fully utilize some of the things he makes, Ainosuke can do it for him, and what Reki creates helps raise Ainosuke’s stock among the spectators, as well.

Ignoring the fine powder that covers almost everything, Ainosuke takes a seat by the workbench, gesturing for Reki to join him. The redhead is eager to comply, lowering himself down onto Ainosuke’s lap so that they’re facing each other. Then, Reki leans forward and Ainosuke tilts his head slightly to meet him, the sweetness of the boy’s kiss washing away the slightly bitter edge of his beer.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Questions and Answers

Your friend bailed on you, so you decide to help a cute guy win a trivia game while you wait for your best friend and his friends ignore him.

College!Yamaguchi x college!gn!reader

You were exasperated. You felt like that was the best term. Your friend that had been putting you off for weeks because of her new relationship had finally promised to meet you for a drink, without bringing the new boyfriend for once. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy for her, you were ecstatic, but you wanted to spend time with her, not with her plus one. However, you weren’t surprised when you received a text stating that he wasn’t feeling well, so she was cancelling to take care of him. Again, you weren’t unhappy. You know she was doing what she thought her duties were as a girlfriend, but you just felt like your friendship was getting thrown on the back burner. You said as much when you texted your best friend, who promised to meet you when he got off work, while complaining you needed better friends, but offered up that the bar was scheduled to have a trivia night while you were there. You groaned, it had been the reason you came. Your friend loved trivia, and it was because of her that you learned so many random facts for this. You decided it was fine, settling more into your seat at the bar to wait out your best friend’s work clock until he’d be able to join you. A group of boys took a table near you, and you recognized the blonde one as the guy that sits down the row from you in one of your lectures, but he was too busy bickering with two of the guys to notice. The fourth guy was just snickering to himself about it before he offered to get the first round of drinks, making his way to stand beside your seat at the bar. Taking a closer look, you were blown away by how pretty he was. Sure, most guys didn’t like being called pretty, but you couldn’t think of a better word. He had olive green hair and freckles dusting over his face, you almost couldn’t help but stare. He seemed to notice when he glanced your way and you witnessed the flush creeping up his cheeks, “Uh, hi? Do I know you?”

“No,” You shook your head embarrassed, “No, sorry. I, uh-“ what were you gonna say exactly? That you were too busy picturing the different constellations on his face to realize you were looking at him too long?

“Tadashi!” The blonde called out, and you were thankful for interruption, “They’re going to start soon.”

“Sorry, Tsukki!” He looked back at you, “Not playing?”

“No,” You shook your head again, “My friend bailed, so I’m just gonna watch until my other friend can meet me for a drink. Gotta destress after midterms somehow, right?” He laughed, and dear god it was even prettier than his face that you were sure had to have been crafted by all of the gods.

“Fair, well, I’m sure I’ll see you later then,” he did an awkward two finger salute before grabbing the drinks for his friends from the bartender and heading back to their table. The blonde, Tsukki, looked back at you with an eyebrow raised and an unreadable expression on his face, so you just stuck your tongue out at him. Sure, you were a grown adult, but you didn’t care how childish it was, he just scoffed and turned back to his friends.

The host of the trivia night wasn’t even halfway through the first set of questions before three of boys started ignoring him in favor of bickering amongst themselves, leaving the cute freckled one to try and reel them in if they wanted any hope of winning.

You shifted over a seat, just one to be closer to their table before leaning down, “It’s Scotland.”

“Guys, if you’d just- huh?” He snapped his head over to you as soon as he registered your voice.

“The county wood national animal is the unicorn. It’s Scotland.” You nodded to his answer sheet before taking a sip of your drink.

He huffed a laugh, giving you a bright smile that you almost had to look away from, “You know something like that?”

“I like fun facts.” You shrugged.

“Do you wanna-“ he started to motion to the last chair at the table, the one that still sat empty next to him before he froze, “Sorry, nevermind, you said you were meeting someone.”

You smiled at him, hopping into the empty seat, “Akira won’t be here until trivia is over.”

“Oh- well, uh, I’m Yamaguchi. This is Tsukishima, Hinata, and Kageyama.”

“Y/N,” You waved at the boys that were still ignoring the two of you.

It took over half way through the game before the other boys even noticed you joined them long enough to say anything, Hinata felt bad, reasoning to you that he was usually much more friendly, “but Crappyama and Suckyshima keep starting arguments with him”. Which obviously only launched another argument while you and Yamaguchi finished the game, and you managed to win between the two of you. The prize was just a free round of drinks from the bar, so the group of made your way over. You laughed knowing these guys only stopped fighting when they heard “free drink.” Yamaguchi was laughing at something you said before he looked kinda of nervous, “Uh, I know this might be a long shot, but I was wondering if maybe-“

“Y/N!” Your head snapped toward the door when the voice called your name, interrupting the boy in front of you.

Your smile got even bigger when you saw your best friend offering a small wave as he started walking toward you, only to slow down with slightly furrowed brows on his usually expressionless face.

“Kageyama?”

“Kunimi?”

“Yo, wait, you’re that Kageyama?” You laughed, “That must make the rest of you Karasuno boys!”

The rest of them looked equally surprised as they nodded, Hinata was the one to break the silence, “Did you do volleyball, too or something!?”

You shook your head, “Akira was my neighbor, I unofficially managed the volleyball to help his lazy butt out when he was a third year but I didn’t get to sit next to the coaches at the games cause I wouldn’t fill out the application to actually have the job.”

“And you call me lazy.” Kunimi rolled his eyes.

“Oh shove it!” You laughed.

Kunimi and Kageyama didn’t glare at each other anymore like they would’ve in high school, instead Kunimi just listened to him talk about the team he works with now. Tsukishima and Hinata are still arguing because Tsukishima said Hinata was so small he could use the ginger’s head as an arm rest. You were listening to Yamaguchi tell a story about one of his classes when Kunimi slumped over into your arm. You didn’t even glance away, so used to his tired antics, just ran a hand through his hair as you encouraged Yamaguchi to continue, but the freckled boy seemed to forget as he stared at him. “How long have- uh-“ his face flushed a bit.

Tsukishima just groaned from he stopped paying attention to Hinata, “Tadashi, for fuck sake, we’ve been here for like three hours longer than planned. Can you please just ask what you wanna ask so we can go to bed?”

“Sorry, Tsukki!” He looked even redder, still not quite meeting your eyes, “Uh- are you two dating?”

You blinked as Kunimi seemed to jerk away from you, “Gross.” He muttered, choosing to lean onto the bar instead.

Now you were slightly offended. “Wow. Bro, just because you’re a whole ass aroace, does not I am not a catch.”

“Catch is a good word. Like a stomach bug. I caught you in middle school and haven’t gotten better since.” You laughed as he huffed, smile barely cracking his face as he buried it in his arms.

“Whoaaa!” Hinata was almost vibrating with excited. “They’re like Noya-Senpai and Tanaka-Senpai mixed with Tadashi and Suckyshima!” Tsukishima scowled, but Yamaguchi seemed to feel better.

You just poked Kunimi, “Come on, ya big baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He shuffled up, and even though he obviously did it on purpose, he stumbled into, making what was left of your cup go flying into Yamaguchi. “Akira, what the-“

“Oops. I guess now you should give- what did you call him again?” He fished out his phone, “‘The freckled angel face’ your number so he can get ahold of you to get his shirt cleaned.”

You flushed, slowly setting the cup down before staring at the ground. “I-“ The squeak caught you off guard, but you were too afraid to look, “Would you, maybe, wanna hang out again instead of worrying about my shirt?”

Tsukishima groaned, “Kunimi’s tired ass tried to set you up and that’s the best you could do?”

Kageyama wasn’t even sure what was happening, he had been checking volleyball scores on his phone, and Hinata was trying to hype Yamaguchi up. The olive haired boy just seemed to get more nervous when you glanced up at him, “I can give you my number.” You offered with a mumble.

“I would really, really like that.” He smiled, face getting redder as Hinata cheered.

So maybe your friend bailed on you. But you got the number of a really cute guy.

Masterlist

[fandoms-galore-yall]

MatchaBlossom as Gods AU Fic

This is a short fic inspired by (& with permission from ^.^)  @shaky-mayhemm ‘s beautiful art piece - Sk8 the Infinity MatchaBlossom God AU (← click here to see it - it’s amazing!) 

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Kaoru had always known, once he had discarded the two of them, that things would end with him and Kojiro against Ainosuke. Even when they were children, just beginning to learn their places in the world, they had made an... odd trio, to say the least.  

Kojiro, the God of Earth, Kaoru, the God of Life, and Ainosuke, the God of Destruction. 

No one had been surprised when, as just babes, Kojiro and Kaoru had latched onto one another, forming an unbreakable friendship. 

No one however, had expected for them to welcome Ainosuke into their friendship as well, especially not while they were still in their formative years, as they were still learning to curb their godly instincts… not that Ainosuke ever really did learn how to. 

Kojiro called it a mistake. Kauro wasn’t sure what to call it himself. 

He only knew that his petty nature made it so he refused to let what Ainosuke had done to him and Kojiro go and that his loneliness made him want to forgive Ainosuke and welcome him home, if only he would change his ways.

That of course, would not happen, Kauro knew that. He did. 

Ainosuke would probably laugh if he ever learned what he was doing to Kaoru. Tearing him apart from the inside out. Not that Kaoru would ever let him know that, but still, life must go on... Kaoru, of all beings, would know.

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Every year there was a major festival held in the honor of the Gods. During said festival, humans would present themselves in hopes of being chosen to be one of the God’s disciples. They would spend a year in service to them and receive one wish at the end - or for the lucky few, get to stay in their chosen God’s service and remain in the Heavens. 

Kojiro always chose beautiful women and men that he would flirt with but never touch while they were in his service. He also never kept any longer than a year. 

Kaoru on the other hand rarely chose any one, instead leaving most of his protection and service to Carla, a being he had brought to life out of the wind. 

While he would never admit to it, he had created her due to Kojiro’s many absences as the God would often leave the Heavens to learn how to cook new foods under human masters of the craft. 

Kaoru would always be his first stop every time he returned home, becoming his taste taster of whatever he had just learned to make and while he loved Kojiro’s cooking, the taste of his creations never fully alleviated the sting of being alone while he was away. 

Ainosuke, on the other hand, would take disciples and he would break them. Only one of them had survived past a year and had chosen to stay with him, a man named Tadashi.

Tadashi may have chosen to stay with Ainosuke, but Ainosuke had still broken the man. Kaoru could feel it when he looked at the man, who still breathed, but  was no longer full of life. 

Seeing it… distressed him. 

Which is why he was on the way to visit Kojiro. 

Cara had overheard and informed him of Ainosuke’s next choice in disciple. 

A young boy named Miya who would be turning thirteen right before the festival began, the minimum age required to offer oneself as a disciple. 

Kauro refused to allow Ainosuke to break a child.

Kaoru threw open Kojiro’s door without knocking.

“Hey!” 

“We have a problem.”

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The day of the festival came quickly, too quickly as far as Kaoru was concerned. 

He was dressed up in finery that had been gifted to him by humans who worshiped him, other Gods, and of course a special piece provided to him by Kojiro, that he wore every festival day. 

He, with Carla by his side, traveled to the large podium where he and the other Gods would stay during the beginning of the festival, as humans sang praises and provided gifts to the Gods. 

He felt Kojiro’s presence before he saw him. 

Carla stepped back, not currently needed as Kojiro approached.  

Kojiro leaned over the balcony. 

The other God began to observe the crowd of humans below. Some were trying to impress the Gods in rather… interesting ways. 

“Humans used to be a lot smarter. Now, they’re all dumb. What happened?” 

Kaoru turned slightly so Kojiro couldn’t see his lips twitch as he answered, “Well, I can say assuredly that their intelligence level went down significantly when they began worshiping the God of Earth more.” 

Kojiro hummed in agreement, “Yea…” Then what Kaoru had said caught up with him, “Hey!” 

Kaoru snickered and Kojiro hip-bumped him, laughing as the God of Life almost fell from the force of it, turning to face him fully for the first time  that night. 

“You…  look…” 

“Save it.” Kaoru tried to cut him off but Kojiro instead slipped behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear. “As I was saying, you look absolutely stunning tonight.”  

Kaoru scoffed as Kojiro took his hand and brought it to his lips. 

“And I see you’re wearing the ring I got you.” He said as he dipped to also kiss the ring on Kaoru’s hand. As if Kaoru hadn’t worn it every year since Kojiro had given it to him. 

Kaoru yanked his hand away. “We don’t have time for your nonsense”, He hissed.

Kojiro smiled, understanding of Kaoru’s anxiety. 

“It’ll be fine, we have a plan, we’ll protect the kid, I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that. Ainosuke is clever and cruel and he doesn’t like not getting his way.” 

“Kaoru, no one stands a chance when we work together. Trust me, trust the plan, we will succeed.”

Kaoru sighed and leaned into Kojiro’s embrace. 

“I hope you’re right.” 

Kojiro squeezed him tighter and with convection said, “I know I am.”

And, at least for that moment, Kaoru believed him.

(I have more in my head so I’ll probably add to it later - I hope you enjoyed!)

Here’s pt 2!

[cute-little-spaceboy]

♤ Bunny Hybrid! Tadashi Yamaguchi x GN! Reader ♤ Fantasy AU ♤ Pure Fluff ♤ No idea how I got roped into this, but it's for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrids collab. ♤ This is long as hell, I'm sorry if it's boring, I tried my best. ♤ 2431 words guys...

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The Night was young, stars just barely peeking out of the sky. An almost bluish sliver of the sun could still be seen right where the horizon lay. When the entirety of the village was just starting to turn in for the night, the ancient spirits, the Yōkai, were coming out.  The first ones out were always the more predatory of the group. The foxes, wolves, bears, etc. They were the brave ones, and almost always came out first, at the same time the stars began appearing. Although they were the first to leave their dens and holes, they mostly prowled around, looking for any last traces of people that had stayed out late.  Next were the insects and birds. Bird Yōkai being more impatient than others, and simply unable to wait for the all clear from the predators. They began chartering and singing amongst themselves, flying from tree to tree without a care in the world. Meanwhile the insects sat near the edges of the trees, murmuring to each other.  Finally, the timid prey animals came out (Only with the confirmation from the Predators that it was indeed safe). The rabbits, mice, squirrels and such.  They would come out slowly, still unsure of their surroundings. Once they deemed it truly safe, they would party just as carefree as any bird or fox. The kingdom they lived by was a small one. The village was tiny enough that everyone knew everyone and almost all of them were related, or friends. The castle was more of a mansion or extra large house. And all around the village, there was a ring of meadowy area, and then forests for miles. Forests filled with Yōkai, that is.  The relationship between the kingdom and the Spirits was… Complicated to say the least. The Kingdom had said they were on "Neutral terms" years ago, but what really ended up happening was, the two sides avoided and feared each other. No one really knew why, but they feared great consequences if they interacted with each other. So the Humans in the village spent the day enjoying themselves, and the Yōkai came out at night, after they went home.  The meadow was sort of like a barrier to the two, no human or Yōkai was brave enough to go there… Well, not most anyways.  You had to be either brave or stupid to go anywhere near there. Tadashi Yamaguchi was neither brave, nor stupid, he was simply lovestruck. He couldn't stay in the forest with the rest of the Yōkai, not when he knew you were there. Out sitting in the meadows, staring up at the vast expanse of the skies. You were just as bad as he was, that's how he justified it. If you could go out, then so could he. Neither of you were hurting anything, you were watching stars and he was watching you.  He was almost certain that you didn't see him. The grass in the meadows was tall, almost knee length. So he would crouch down and watch you. It may have been a little creepy, but he couldn't help it. You were simply captivating to him. You weren't doing anything, just sitting there.  You had a lantern with you, you always did. It wasn't a bright light, casting only a faint golden light on your face. He couldn't see much, but what he could see, he adored. You looked so… Delicately made. As if every individual part of you was carefully crafted and selected from the best that the heavens had to offer. You were a deity, and he was a simple demon. He had seen a glimpse of heaven itself and now he knew it was clearly meant to be.  His long, floppy ears perked up when he saw your familiar form, kneeling on the soft grass. Cotton tail wiggling with excitement. He could sit there for hours, imagining what you were like. What did you like doing? You obviously loved the stars, maybe you liked nature? If you liked nature, maybe you would like him? Maybe you were waiting for someone else? He didn't like that thought. Shaking his head, ears flopping against his face. As if he could erase the thought from his head. It was ridiculous to be this possessive over something that wasn't his, but what else could he do? You were the forbidden fruit, and he wasn't willing to let anyone else take away his beautiful

temptation.  He crept closer, he didn't normally get closer than eight feet away, but he felt more confident today. It wasn't really confidence so much as desperation to get closer to you. He couldn't just sit and stare at you forever. It would drive him mad. Scooting closer as quietly as possible, the grass made a rustling sound underneath him but you didn't seem to notice. He was four feet away now, you were still clueless, and he still wanted more. So he crept closer until he was three feet…  Two feet… One foot…  Right behind you…  It was beyond him how you hadn't noticed him. If he leaned forward, he would be pressed against your back. He could smell your natural scent, grass, flowers, and the faintest hint of general store soap. The grass and flowers were probably thanks to the meadow, but he almost melted. He was right there, right next to you. He could easily imagine that he wasn't here, stalking you, but that you were meeting in secret. That the two of you were forbidden lovers, that he was embracing you, not hiding behind you. He knew that he had gone too far, this was a major invasion of privacy and inappropriate to sneak behind someone without them knowing. But he was practically lovedrunk being this close to you, and he couldn't think of anything other than you.  Would it really hurt if you knew he was there? You were already in the meadows, so you had to know that there were creatures that could be out there. It was really your fault for coming out here, he wasn't going to hurt you. He just had to hold your hand, if only for a second.  Reaching out with a trembling hand, he threw caution to the wind, slipping his hand into yours. Never once thinking about how bad things were about to get.  You jerked your hand away, shrieking and scrambling to your feet, whirling around to see what had touched your hand. The lantern was knocked to the ground and Tadashi's face was illuminated. He froze like a deer in headlights, his terror filled eyes never left yours. Your hands were brought up to your chest as you stared at the rabbit hybrid, equally afraid. Was he trying to hurt you? Hunt you? He was a rabbit, last you checked, those didn't eat people. But he was also a Yōkai, which meant you knew almost nothing about what he would actually do.  He felt paralyzed, the only thoughts in his mind were "What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?". When you took a step towards him, his fight or flight instinct kicked in… They chose flight.  He bolted from his spot, bounding for the forest. You stared as he didn't bother looking back, too scared to stop running until he was safely back in his He cursed himself for being so reckless, getting so close to you. He had completely thrown logic and possible safety to the side just to touch some stranger he could barely see. What kind of lovesick child was he?  "You went out there again, didn't you?" The almost scolding voice of his friend, Kei Tsukishima, called from outside the den.  Tadashi peeked his head out of the entrance, nose trembling from the dramatic situation.  "I couldn't help it, Tsukki, they just…"  ""Captivate You"?" Kei said, rolling his eyes. His fluffy orange tail swishing behind him. "That's what you said, isn't it? Every time you describe them, it's always the same thing."  "I know, but… I can't really describe them beyond that. I know it doesn't make much sense, but I just know!" Tadashi protested. "Know what? Know that they wouldn't take the opportunity to kill you on the spot?"  "Oh come on Tsukki, you know we get along just fine, they wouldn't shoot me."  "Sure. Come back and explain it to me when you've actually talked to them and lived to tell the tale." Kei scoffed, turning and stalking back into the trees.  "I almost got caught… Tsukki is right." Tadashi frowned, it was common sense that you didn't fall in love before a real first sight. But common sense wasn't making sense anymore, so anything was possible at this point. Even getting a complete stranger's affection, right?  "This is stupid…" Tadashi muttered to

himself as he crept out of the treeline. He had no idea if he would see you again, but curiosity had gotten the best of him and he wasn't going to give up the chance to see you again. Tsukki could advise him against it all he wanted, Tadashi was a firm believer in love at first sight. (No matter how one sided this was)  There you were, sitting in your usual spot. He hadn't scared you off after all, he felt relieved. But only slightly, he still had to muster the courage to try and talk to you. After all, you already knew he existed, so now he only had to make you just as in love with him as he was with you. Easy Peasy… Something odd that he noticed, was that you weren't looking up at the sky like you usually were. You were staring straight at the border of trees that lined the forest. Almost as if you were expecting something to come out. It was a little off putting, that was for sure. Were you looking for him? Was that a good thing, and you wanted to talk to him? Or did you have a hidden weapon? Okay… Maybe no hidden weaponry, no way you were that kind of person. Nobody who came out to look at stars would kill some demon they barely met, right?  "Here we go…" He whispered to himself, standing upright in the tall grass to walk over before his confidence disappeared.  "Or… Maybe not." He crouched in the grass again, opting to crawl instead of walk. Maybe it was because he could still back out, or maybe it was because it might make him seem friendlier. Either way, staying hidden until he absolutely had to come out, was far easier.  When he had gotten close again, he didn't want to come out of hiding. He wanted to get your attention, but he didn't want you to see him. His prey instincts were kicking in and he was regretting his choice to confront you.  "Hello?"  You spoke…  You had actually spoken. Out loud. To him? He didn't know that.  "I know you're here. I saw you yesterday, and… I assume you're back now?"  Were you just saying that? Or did you actually know he was here. You could have been bluffing, sure. But he had to say something eventually. So he may as well get it out now.  "Yes. I'm back." His voice was quiet, but everything else was quieter, so he knew you had heard him.  "I knew it." You had been bluffing… Your voice sounded too surprised to get a response. Had you been talking like that for the last hour?  "How long have you been watching me?" Tadashi felt awkward now, he couldn't lie to you and say it was the first time. But he couldn't just tell you that he had been stalking you for months now.  "A while then?"  "No! Of course not!" He protested.  "Then how long?"  "Only a few months. That's all." He tried to make it sound better than it actually was.  "A few months? Why? What were you even doing? Are you some kind of stalker?"  "No! I'm not a stalker, I swear! I was only watching the stars with you. I… I like it here too, and when I saw you, I guess I got excited that someone else liked it too." That wasn't entirely untrue.  There was silence, and he felt uncomfortable again. Had you somehow seen through his half-lie? Looking up, he saw the faint light of a lantern and your face. You were standing over him, looking down with what could have been amusement.  "Y'know you could've just asked, right? I'm not gonna hurt you." You crouched next to him and he could fully see your face from here. His cheeks heated up when you set the lantern in between the two of you.  "Sorry, I guess I was too scared." He muttered, staring at his feet and fidgeting with some blades of grass.  "Of what?"  "You… I know humans and Yōkai technically "Get Along" but everyone's still afraid of each other and I didn't really know you, and I didn't want you to think I was a creeper or anything and-" You placed a finger to his lips, interrupting his ramble.  "Well you don't have to be afraid of me now. I already told you, I won't hurt you. And honestly, I was probably intruding on your stargazing place. This Meadow is more a part of the forest than part of the village. If anything, I'm the

creep."  "No way! It's an in between space, you're not intruding, I promise!" He reassured, he didn't want you feeling unwelcome.  "You're sure?"  "Definitely! You're just as welcome to come here as I am."  "Good to know someone else loves this place like I do." You smiled at the happy Yōkai. Truth be told, you knew he had been watching you for a while. You simply acted as if you didn't see him because you knew how jumpy Yōkai were. You didn't want to scare him off, so you simply ignored him. And when he had actually started talking to you, you knew full well why he was watching you. It was painfully obvious how obsessed he was with you. But for now, you would humor him. You had waited for him to talk to you, you could wait for him to confess his true intentions.

As for how you felt? You weren't entirely sure how to feel. But seeing as he wasn't very good at confessing anything, you had plenty of time to think that over. For now, you had someone to talk to, and that was good enough. 

[oikawaplssteponme]

“i’m jealous of the rain”

“i like the rain”

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pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

warnings: swearing, previous breakup

genre: angst

a/n: enjoy the angst, im not sorry for the pain oops. this is kinda a part 2 to a previous one shot that i write for Tsuki but you don’t really have to read it to understand this one, though it might help. i never write straight up angst so hopefully this isn’t too bad. ily tsuki💕 enjoy xx

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Tsukishima Kei would never admit it, but he lost the best thing he ever had. If you told him you wanted to get back together, he wouldn’t hesitate another second. If you told him that it was just one big mistake, he would tell you it’s okay. If you told him you forgive him, he would be complete again. He gives himself a hard time now, just as you do. Tsukishima Kei will never love anyone the way he loved you. Again, something he would never admit.

“Rain is a beautiful thing, Kei. Lay down and enjoy it with me.”

Those words seemed to play in Tsukishima Kei’s mind on repeat. The sweet sound of your voice was all that he thought about.

“If you like the rain, then I like the rain.”

The rain. The rain was something that Kei never liked until you. He found it a pain, while you found it beautiful. The rain was something that brought a blissful smile to your face. Kei would do anything to be able to see that smile again, or be the reason for it. The rain even put a smile on his face. It never used to be like that before.

Now, whenever it rained, Tsukishima would hide away. Enclose himself in his room, turn off all the lights, shut all the windows, and lay down on his cold bed. He would put on his headphones, volume at 100%, to cancel out any sound of the pitter patter that surrounded him.

He would see the rain and think of you. He would see the rain and remember the night you two confessed. He would remember the way you kissed and how he would do anything to have that back.

Tsukishima Kei was jealous of the rain.

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A gloomy day loomed over Tsuki. Gray skies, clouds rolling in. Things didn’t look good. He was just about to leave practice when someone called after him in the gym.

“Tsuki, be careful. I think there is gonna be a rainstorm pretty soon,” said his best friend and captain, Yamaguchi Tadashi. Tsuki let out a sigh and nodded. He didn’t like the rain.

Just as Tsukishima was leaving the gym, carefully crafted rain droplets began to fall. He pulled out his umbrella, which he bought after your breakup, and opened it up. He wouldn’t allow for a single drop to touch him. Tsukishima walked home, as he always did.

In order to get to Tsuki’s house, he has to pass yours.

There you laid. On your drive way. No jacket, no umbrella. Just you, your drenched clothing, and the rain. You laid with your eyes clothes, soaking up the essence of the storm.

When Tsuki spotted you, he froze. He knew that if you stayed out any longer, you’d get sick. But he also knew that you wouldn’t care. He stood in front of you, silently. He watched as the water raced down your skin, exploring every inch of you. He watched as the rain hugged you, held you, loved you.

Tsukishima Kei was jealous of the rain.

“You’re gonna get hypothermia if you stay out here any longer.”

You instantly recognized the voice that spoke to you. Before when Tsukishima told you this, it would have a playful undertone to it. Now, his voice was cold.

“That’s the plan.”

Kei let out a frustrated sigh. He moved closer to you, sharing his umbrella with you.

“You’re blocking my rain Kei.”

“Come on Y/N. Get up and go inside.”

“Unfortunately you don’t have that authority over me anymore.”

You were right. He doesn’t. Which upset Kei even more.

“Sorry for caring then.” He began to walk away. You stood up from the ground, clenching your fists.

“Care? Now you want to care about me? It’s a bit late for that!”

Tsukishima whipped his head around as faced you.

“I’ve always cared about you damn it! It’s just hard to when you act like a fucking idiot all the time!”

Your own tears began to stream down your face now. Kei used all his strength to hold his back as he looked at you.

You and Tsukishima had only been broken up for a few months. Your wounds still raw, feeling as though they would never heal. The breakup was messy. No, no one cheated. No one lost feelings. No one fell for someone else. Things just simply didn’t work out the way you wanted them to. Which honestly seemed like the worst option of all.

“I need you to stop caring about me then.”

Kei’s eyes widened. He threw his umbrella onto the ground, storming over to you. Now he stood maybe a couple inches from you.

“I can’t.”

With quivering lips and puffy eyes you looked up a Kei.

“I just need you to try.”

Tsukishima was drenched just as you. His glasses foggy. His hair symbolic of a wet mop. This was the first time in months that Tsukishima Kei had felt the rain on his skin.

“No.”

“Tsuki please-”

“I’m jealous of the rain!”

You looked at Tsuki, shaking your head.

“Kei-”

“I’m jealous that I can’t give you everything it gives you! I’m jealous that I can’t be enough for you! I’m jealous that this stupid rain gets to touch you and be with you more than I ever will!”

“Kei you’re not the rain...”

“That’s exactly the problem, isn’t it? If I was, I would get to hold you, ease your pain, put a smile on your face, make you laugh, keep you close! But I am not the damn rain Y/N!”

You crashed down to your knees, sobbing. Tsukishima followed, wrapping his arms around you.

“P-Please Y/N. Please let me be your rain again...”

The two of you were shaking. A mixture of the cold and the emotions you just shared took over your bodies. You loved Tsukishima Kei so much. So the next words you said hurt even more.

“I’m sorry. Y-You can’t.”

You broke away from Tsuki’s embrace and rushed inside.

“Wait please-!”

The rain began to pour onto Kei a little harder. His body feeling a little heavier. His heart hurting a little worse.

Tsukishima Kei stood up, wiped his face, picked up his umbrella, and finished his walk home.

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[kaiwritess]

m.list || K A R A S U N O

[ main m.list ]

★  nsfw content

☆   sfw content

* personal favorites

DAICHI SAWAMURA

☆ s/o stresses over an exam (hcs)

☆ Should’ve Listened to Him || Your amazing boyfriend takes care of you when you’re sick

☆ taking care of a pet with him (hcs)

☆ underwater kisses (hcs)

★ Not So Ideal || Daichi allowed you to attend one of their practices as a sense of moral support... or so he thought. [only implied smut]

☆ comforting s/o after a nightmare (hcs)

☆ opening up his house for his s/o* (hcs)

☆ s/o has harmful notes [tw: self-deprecation, eating disorders] (hcs)

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

☆ cuddling (hcs)

☆ wearing his clothes (hcs)

☆ comforting s/o on her period (hcs)

☆ Night Drives || How lucky you are to have someone to spend late nights with

☆ having a secretly badass s/o (hcs)

★ having an “innocent” s/o (hcs)

★ walking in on his s/o (hcs)

☆ s/o couldn’t get into dream school (hcs)

☆ vietnamese s/o (hcs)

☆ you have trust issues (hcs)

☆ he helps you get rid of a toxic friend (hcs)

☆ taking care of a pet with him (hcs)

☆ watching a horror movie with him (hcs)

☆ comforting an overworked s/o (hcs)

☆ usually quiet s/o gets excited during a game (hcs)*

☆ s/o has color-changing eyes (hcs)

☆ comforting an anxious s/o (hcs)

☆ video chatting him during quarantine (hcs)

☆ his s/o is afraid of thunder (hcs)

☆ comforting s/o after a nightmare (hcs)

☆ s/o dyed their hair (hcs)

☆ general fluff (hcs)

☆ smart and shy s/o (hcs)

☆ suicidal s/o [tw:self harm] (hcs)

☆ s/o has harmful notes [tw: self-deprecation, eating disorders] (hcs)

ASAHI AZUMANE

☆ cuddling (hcs)

☆ Reunion (Pregnant! Reader) || You and your husband have a reunion with the team

☆ s/o has dermatitis (hcs)

☆ taking care of a pet with him (hcs)

☆ underwater kisses (hcs)

☆ s/o has bad habits [tw: self harm] (hcs)

☆ cuddles with male!reader (hcs)

☆ s/o isn’t afraid to fight (hcs)

YUU NISHINOYA

☆ being comforted by him (hcs)

☆ arts and crafts date* (hcs)

☆ s/o has dermatitis (hcs)

☆ being protective over his crush (hcs)

☆ ideal dates (hcs)

☆ comforting s/o having an anxiety attack (hcs)

☆ his s/o is asthmatic (hcs)

☆ s/o dyed their hair (hcs)

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

☆ Lookalike || Tanaka tries to prove to you that he looks nothing like a monkey

☆ comforting s/o who lost someone precious (hcs)

☆ s/o isn’t afraid to fight (hcs)

CHIKARA ENNOSHITA

nada :(

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

★ underestimating him (hcs)

☆ Bus Ride Back || Post-game bus shenanigans

★ playing with his s/o’s breasts (hcs)

☆ taking care of a drunk s/o (hcs)

☆ someone pointing out s/o’s self-harm scars [tw: self-harm scars] (hcs)

SHOYOU HINATA

☆ It’s Snow Big Deal || There’s a lot of snow that fell, but your friendly neighbor takes care of it for you

★ underestimating him (hcs)

☆ Maybe Next Time || Your nerves prevent you from kissing the boy you love

☆ vietnamese s/o (hcs)

☆ usually quiet s/o gets excited during a game (hcs)*

☆ Not the Best Cook || Hinata isn’t the best at cooking, but with your help, he can make something

☆ he’s jealous (hcs)

KEI TSUKISHIMA

☆ cuddling (hcs)

☆ watching a horror movie with him (hcs)

☆ being comforted by him (hcs)

☆ Distraction || How can you study when your handsome boyfriend is right in front of you?

★ underestimating him (hcs)

☆ having a secretly badass s/o (hcs)

★ walking in on his s/o (hcs)

☆ he’s protective (hcs)

☆ comforting his s/o (hcs)

☆ Fivefold || five scenarios for five senses*

☆ s/o sleeps a lot (hcs)

☆ In Between || Sitting in between Sugawara and the boy you like, Tsukishima Kei, may have not been the smartest idea.

☆ s/o has color-changing eyes (hcs)

☆ comforting s/o who got kicked out of their home (hcs)

☆ s/o dyed their hair (hcs)

☆ dino pjs (drabble)

☆ A Small Gift || Tsukishima isn’t the best with gifts, so he hopes that a personal playlist is good enough.

☆ comforting you (drabble)

☆ s/o isn’t afraid to fight (hcs)

☆ comforting s/o during a panic attack [tw: panic attacks] (hcs)

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

☆ watching a horror movie with him (hcs)

☆ Anything For You || You ‘ask’ your boyfriend if it’s okay to sleep with him as your roommate is occupied with something else.

★ underestimating him (hcs)

☆ comforting an overworked s/o (hcs)

☆ comforting a homesick s/o (hcs)

☆ usually quiet s/o gets excited during a game (hcs)*

☆ comforting an anxious s/o (hcs)

★ nsfw headcanons (hcs)

☆ general fluff (hcs)

THE WHOLE TEAM

nothing here

[mochi-marie]

hii could i have a haikyuu matchup? (i use any pronouns) i'm 5'6, shoulder-length black hair with layers, brown eyes, and i'm an intp-t, 5w4, ambivert, libra sun with a capricorn moon + rising. my love language is physical touch or quality time, and some of my favorite hobbies are reading & piano. i dress casual but i wear a lot of jewelry (i make them!). i think i'm a pretty sarcastic person and some people think i'm mean when we first meet but it's bc it takes me a bit to warm up to them. ty<3

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: hey hey, tysm for the request! you never specified whether or not you wanted a female or male character match-up, and no sexuality was mentioned, so i assumed that meant you were fine with any character? i hope that's okay!

𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜

♡ . . . REASONINGS : reading through your small ask, i have come to the conclusion that you would be best paired with, in my perosnal opinion, yamaguchi tadashi!

due to the lack of major description, i don't know how much i'll be able to write, so i apologize in advance! but, in consideration of your passion of creating jewelry for yourself to wear, i think he would find your little hobby and accessories absolutely adorable. in fact, if you really wanted to, i don't think you would have any trouble if you asked him to help with the creation process, or ask if he would like to wear a bracelet or necklace of some sort -- i fully believe that yamaguchi would proudly dawn the piece of jewelry, and if he was asked about it, his chest would expand with pride and he confidently says, "my s/o made it! isn't it cute?" in case you're confused on why i picked yamaguchi -- i pick matches due to how i think you both would interact, and how your personalities and little quirks about yourselves would compliment each other! while you have a sarcastic front, i don't think yamaguchi would be very put off due to being friends with tsukishima kei, so he might be a bit more suited to deal with an off-front of sarcasm, so he may not see it as mean like others may view you. his sweet yet determined demeanor easily works himself into your heart, and it's no surprise that you managed to crawl into his heart rather quick! yamaguchi loves it when you sit down to play piano, and even if it seems like he is doing his own little thing and isn't really paying attention, make no mistake -- he is most certainly paying close attention to the keys and chords you are playing, and each note your fingers create from the piano keys leaves his heart soaring.

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗-𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

♡ . . . again, yamaguchi likes to sit and listen to you as you play and practice piano, enjoying the music that floats in the air and loving the fact that he knows how talented you are.

♡ . . . it would really make him happy if you wanted to teach him how to create jewelry! heart fluttering at your question, he will jump at the chance to be able to learn how to do something that makes you very happy!

♡ . . . not going to lie, it doesn't matter if you teach him how to make jewelry or not, because even if you didn't, by the time your anniversary comes up, he will shyly hand you some hand-made jewelry that he made special for you.

♡ . . . addressing the previous point : please don't make fun of him or mock what he made you, he will shrink in on himself in embarrassment due to how hard he worked on the jewelry to try and make you something good.

♡ . . . you don't even have to wear it if you don't want to, just don't throw it away -- he worked very hard for hours into the night to make it look pretty for you, and he truly admires your craft and skill in jewelry creation.

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗

𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦

♡ . . . suna rintarou, yachi hitoka, ukai keinshin

[writers-blogck]

Strawberry Mentos ( Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader )

Warning(s): This is based on the song created by Leannaeileen on Tiktok! - Strawberry Mentos  Title: Strawberry Mentos  Pairing: Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader  Fandom: Haikyuu! Word Count: 1,672

        The two of you had only met this year but it was hard for you not to instantly become friends with this sweetheart. You liked to say that you were part of the trio that included Yamaguchi as well as Tsukishima. The three of you always ate lunch together and you had even gone to some of their away games. Tsuki still seemed to be much closer to Yamaguchi (as was expected), but everyone could see that he was warming up to you. The team realized that when Tsuuki agreed to study with you for an upcoming test. Yet, it was even more obvious that you and Yamaguchi were friends.

        Every morning, Yamaguchi showed up at your house to walk to school with you. He would never admit that his house was 45 minutes away, instead choosing to tell you that your house was on his way. On the days when he didn't have club activities, he would walk you home and when he did have after-school activities, he had you send him a text when you got home to make sure you got there safe. He truly was an angel sent to Earth. 

        Today was no exception as you shut your front door, greeted with the sight of the freckled boy. This was one of your favorite times during the day. Just the two of you walking together, chatting about whatever you had on your mind. In reality, you were the one who did most of the talking but Yamaguchi didn't mind. He was happy to listen to whatever you had recently got obsessed with. 

        "You know you should eat breakfast, candy really isn't filling." Yamaguchi nodded his head in the direction of the pink candy in your hands, a small smile on his face. It was rare to ever see you without your favorite snack. You said that it helped you focus during school but Yamaguchi wondered if you were just using that as an excuse. Still, he couldn't complain because the candy made your breath smell like strawberries, making you even sweeter than you normally are. 

        "I already ate breakfast, thank you very much." You stuck your tongue out at the boy and he couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. No! He couldn't think like that! He shook his head slightly, hopefully enough that you didn't notice his actions. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. He did have a crush on you but he was afraid that if he acted on it, it would end up ruining your friendship. He didn't want you to be out of his life forever so he would just keep his crush a secret. He would do whatever he had to so you would stay. 

        "So, do you have practice today? Yams?" Your eyes pulled him out of his thoughts, blinking owlishly as he tried to process what you said. Crap, he hadn't been listening! He tried to think of what you could be saying. What could he say to make it seem like he was listening? He didn't want to upset you because he hadn't heard what you said. What if you thought that he didn't care about you?! 

        "...That's good?" He tried in a questioning tone, causing you to lean back with a smile, shaking your head. You knew the boy had a tendency to daydream, especially this early in the morning. This wouldn't be the first time that he hadn't heard what you said. 

        "I asked if you have practice today." It was cute, the bashful look that took over his features as he rubbed the back of his neck. He reminded you of a ball of anxiety, always worrying over the littlest things. It made sense when you knew the rest of the Karasuno Volleyball team, especially the other first years. It was so chaotic. Any little thing could just be enough of a spark to set off one of the other members. 

        "Oh, hehe. No, I don't, Daichi-senpai gave us the night off so we can rest up. He says he doesn't want us overworking ourselves and hurting ourselves because of it. So, I can walk you home tonight." 

        "Great!" 

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        You weren't sure how you had gotten yourself into this situation. Today was supposed to be like any other day and it had been until it came time to walk home. This wouldn't be the first time Yamaguchi had walked you home, but it was the first time he had stopped you right outside of your house on your porch. He looked like he was ready to explode from nervousness. How long had the two of you been standing out here in silence? It felt like centuries but in reality, it had been only a few seconds. 

        Your heart was thumping as fast as a rabbit's. You were surprised that you were even able to stand still with how anxious you were feeling. What was he going to say? Did you do something wrong? There wasn't anything you could think of that happened today that would make him upset. What if it was something else?! You didn't want to put your hopes in things that weren't going to happen but it was hard to keep from hoping. 

  ��     "So, we've known each other for a bit..." Yamaguchi was staring at his sneakers, wishing he could look you in the eyes but he knew as soon as he saw your (e/c) orbs, he would be captivated.  You were just so perfect to him, how was he supposed to go through with this? Maybe he could just act like he forgot...No! He had to be a man!

        "Yeah, of course, Yams." 

        Yamaguchi was frozen on the spot. He didn't know what to say. How could he convey his feelings with you with just words? There weren't enough words for him to describe how beautiful your eyes were or how your nose crinkles up in that adorable way when you laugh. He had thought this over so many times but now that the time was here, his mind went blank. Nothing seemed strong enough to explain his feelings. He couldn't come up with the words. So, he did the one thing he could think of. 

        Tadashi Yamaguchi kissed you. 

        His lips were soft as they grazed against your own. He moved to pull away but you only followed him, not wanting to kiss to end just that with a quick peck. How long had you waited for this? You weren't going to let it go to waste now that you had it! Not when it felt so right. Your arms snaked around Yamaguchi's neck while his own hands nervously hovered over your hips. The poor boy didn't know what to do in this situation, all he knew was that he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. He definitely wasn't going to listen to the advice Nishinoya and Tanaka gave him.

        Your mind spun with the sweet taste of his lips, something that tasted so familiar. It wasn't until you pulled away from the kiss that you realized what it was: strawberry mentos. The candy he had seen you eating every day since the two of you had met. He could never go to the store and not think about you when his eyes found the pink wrappings. He had gotten in the habit of always buying a pack whenever he went shopping, one always being placed in his volleyball bag in case you ever ran out of your own. He had also gotten into the habit of eating the treat, feeling closer to you whenever he did. How many nights had he stared at his phone screen, trying to craft up some confession with the sweet candy filling his tastebuds?

        "Does this mean....I'm your boyfriend?" His voice was barely above a whisper as his brown eyes scanned your face. His heart dropped when you laughed, thinking that you were going to make fun of him but instead was pleasantly surprised as you tackled him into a hug. He leaned against the wall, finally allowing his hands to touch the small of your back. 

        "Of course silly! As long as that's what you want? If not, then I think I got the wrong message from the kiss," Laying your head on his chest, hearing his heart beating like a metronome. 

        "N-No! I do want to be your boyfriend! I've wanted that since we meet," He felt his cheeks heating up, unable to hide his embarrassment. That was just another thing you loved about him, though there was so much more. You couldn't wait to see what life had in store for the two of you together. No matter what, you would stay by his side, and he yours. 

        But all good things can only last so long as a loud cough brought the two of you out from your little daydream together. Tsuki was standing there, headphones resting on his shoulders and hands shoved deep in his pockets. He looked bored, head tilting to the side in annoyance. He was happy the two of you were finally together (so he didn't have to listen to Yamaguchi whine anymore) but he was getting hungry. He didn't want to have to wait any longer than he already had. 

        Yamaguchi had texted him, asking him to meet up at your house. He was either hoping he could convince you to come and eat out with them if you accepted or that he would at least have Tsuki in case you did decline his request. Sure, he wasn't the best at comfort but it still was better than dealing with it alone. Tsukishima knew it would end like this though. He had been able to see your crushes for each other for so long, he didn't understand how you both were so clueless. 

        "Finally! Are we gonna go get something to eat now or what?"

[nekokuto]

amigurumi is the japanese art of knitting or crocheting stuffed animals! so if yamaguchi learns amigurumi...does that make it yamagurumi? hahahahahaha i’ll see myself out

Tadashi Yamaguchi was proud of himself. For once, he was able to look at something he did and smile with satisfaction. Yes, I did that.

As he grew older and more experienced, namely in volleyball, his self esteem got stronger. However, there were still things he felt horrifically unprepared to handle. He supposed these things took time and practice and effort, and he was willing to take the time, to practice, and to put in the effort. 

But what he was able to do with a crochet hook and yarn… that was a different story.

Nervous energy flowed through Tadashi’s body nonstop. If he wasn’t shaking his leg, he was tapping his foot. Not tapping his foot? Then he was doodling in the margins of his paper. He was clicking a pen. He was drumming his fingers on the table. 

But these different movements distracted other people, and he knew that any kind of fidget toys could be just as distracting. His frustration mounted; he needed to find something to get rid of the anxious energy, to concentrate on. 

And on a whim, he found crochet. He found a video on youtube, and immediately found the hand movements soothing to his eyes. Quickly, he found more videos and soon was searching Instagram for crochet artists so he could see more appealing work. The colors and textures were fascinating. And oh, the cute things you could make! He was hooked. 

It wasn’t long after that he took a trip to the craft store (a nervous trip, because he wondered how odd this looked, a teenage boy looking at yarn). He had a slight idea of where to start. He picked a nice colored acrylic yarn- it was orange, like Nishinoya’s jersey- and read the label. This yarn was suggested to be used with a size I hook. He quickly found the corresponding hook further down the aisle, selecting a pink one because he liked the color. 

The walk to the counter seemed to take an eternity. Everyone was staring at him, he was sure. Nervously, he placed his hook and yarn on the counter, where an older, grandmotherly woman smiled at him. She could sense his unease, it seemed, and her smile certainly calmed him just a little. 

“Ooo,” she cooed appreciatively at the yarn as she scanned it. She held it up and admired it. “This is a very nice color. A good choice.”

Yamaguchi felt the knot in his chest loosen. He smiled at her, a little timid. “It reminds me of Kurasano’s volleyball jerseys,” he explained. “I go there.”

“Oh you do?” She said with a kind, warm smile. “This looks just like it. Very spirited.”

She scanned the crochet hook as well. She told him his total, and she paid her. As she gave his change and collected his receipt, she slid a few small papers into his bag. When Tadashi curiously tilted his head at her, she smiled again, that same comforting, warm smile. 

“Free patterns,” she explained with a wink. “Just in case.”

It didn’t take long. Soon, his first dishcloth was finished. It was a little bumpy, pretty lumpy, and not really that pretty. But it didn’t matter- Tadashi made it. He crocheted it. With a hook and some yarn and his own two hands. The second dishcloth he made came together much quicker. It was smoother… looked a little tighter, a little less lumpy. His next practice cloths improved as well, and soon, he made a scarf. And then he made hand-warmers (he crocheted a square, and then sewed two of the ends together, skipping a few stitches to leave room for the wearer’s thumb. They fit really nicely. 

Finally, he had an outlet for those nervous jitters and he was making some pretty nice things, too. He was excited to show Tsukishima, his boyfriend, but he was equally nervous about it, too. He was worried the blond would think crochet was uncool… but he decided, after a lot of thinking and worrying about it, that he, Tadashi, was proud of what he was making and he thought it was really damn cool. Anyone else’s opinion didn’t hold as much weight…

But he still hoped Tsukki thought it was cool. 

One of the good things about Tsukki was that walking to school was often done in comfortable silence. There was no need for forced chit-chat, and they both knew that. However, on that one bright, chilly, early-spring morning, Tadashi found the silence a bit unnerving. 

“I took up a new hobby,” he blurted, abrupt. 

Tsukki, who had been thinking about a podcast he’d been listening to last night, blinked, taking a moment to absorb the other’s words. 

“Oh?” he said, quirking his brow and glancing at the other. 

“Yeah,” Tadashii replied, swallowing hard. He knew by Tsukki’s reaction that he was definitely interested in what it was. “Crochet.” 

Silence for a moment. 

“Is that the one with yarn and the little...hooked needles?” Tsukki asked, and upon seeing his boyfriend’s nod, he followed up, “Have you made anything yet?” 

Tadashii knew he’d ask that. That’s why he had his very best dishcloth in his pocket. It wasn’t in that original orange color- that skein of yarn was mostly gone. This cloth was done in a pretty, variegated blue yarn. Tadashi thought it was soothing, which is why he bought it. 

“Yeah,” he said, pulling the dishcloth out to show him. 

Tsukki looked at the cloth and held it in his hands. He examined it, gently pulled on it, seeing the stitches stretch just the slightest. It looked...really intricate, he thought. Something that clearly took practice… Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other watching him with rapt attention. 

A small smile tugged on Tsukki’s lips. If Tadashi hadn’t been on the receiving end of many of those sweet, little, private smiles… he would have missed it. 

“This looks really good,” he said, turning to Tadashii. “You did well. It’s cool.” 

Tadashii didn’t stop blushing until lunchtime. 

Much like his initial interest in crochet, a new idea sprouted in his brain. It grew and grew and grew until it was something he couldn’t stop thinking about. When it became too much to bear, he searched youtube and found plenty of helpful tutorials. It took him the span of a weekend, and three practice runs of different patterns, before he settled on one that worked; before he finally finished Tsukki’s gift. 

Another quiet morning, another comfortable walk to school. Tadashi’s clammy hand held the tiny stuffed animal in his pocket. He could feel his pulse thrum through his fingers. 

“Hey...uh-- Tsukki?” He said, his voice sounding trembly and nervous. 

Tsukishima, who was yet again, thinking about a podcast, glanced at the other, expectant. 

“Yeah?” He said after a moment, upon realizing that Tadashi was staring at the sidewalk. 

Without doing much thinking, Tadashi grabbed Tsukki’s hand and deposited the stuffed animal into it. 

A little squished but otherwise unscathed, a cartoonish green t-rex sat in Tsukki’s palm. 

Tadashi’s lips were wiggly as he stared at the ground. His heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t see how Tsukki softened so immensely… how he relaxed… how he smiled. 

But he did see his eyes- he saw them when Tsukki hooked a gentle thumb underneath his chin and gazed down at him. He saw how warm they were...how touched. But he didn’t see them for very long, because Tsukki leaned down and kissed him, and Tadashi closed his eyes and felt like he was flying.

[bokoutoe-retired]

Hello 💕💕💕

Happy Valentine's!! Can i participate? If yes here are three facts.

-I am really into Astronomy and Astrophysics

-I like to draw and paint in my free time, and watch anime.

-At first i come of as intimidating, but i am actually really soft and sensitive.

Show: Haikyuu or BNHA, i don't mind.

And male please.

I hope you are having a nice day/night and Happy Valentine's 💕💕💕💕

hi babe!! of course you can! i hope you’re having a good day/night too, mwah! 💗

your valentine is...

yamaguchi tadashi!

he’s just the sweetest! he’s super nervous to ask but he just wants to make you happy and step out of his comfort zone. he’d make you a really cute (and honestly really well crafted) card, probably star/constellation themed, and give it to you with a similarly themed box of chocolates. when he hands it to you he has the cutest little blush dusting his cheeks

happy valentine’s day!

[saintwilllem]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

THEY ARE MAKING THE TADASHI / ADAM SAGA INTO A LOVE STORY IN WHICH ONE WAS BETRAYED AND WENT BAD AND THE OTHER NOW HAS TO SAVE THEM . AND KILL ADAM SO ANISOUSKE CAN LIVE. I AM LIKE NOOOOOOO DONT DO THIS TO ME.

Only watched a bit of episode 8 but when that comes out I will do analysis for that and finally get to the ask in my inbox .

25 notes • Posted 2021-02-27 19:50:48 GMT

#4

Sometimes I think about karou and kojiro and I think about how they changed . Like did karou take off the piercings and turn to calligraphy and ai mechanisms because they illustrated a sense to be put on a stage in which he's respected, and maybe to be on par with aonisouke ?

Like what if calligraphy is the seemingly proper man's graffiti , what if calligraphy represents an evolution and a history of himself cut up in ideas and fluidity. Like what was that phrase he wrote out for that crowd of people about repenting, and what if it isn't just a statement against aoniouske or the theme of the reki / langa relationship but him as well ? What if he became a calligrapher cause it was a comfort a sense of each line representing his own drive and complexities . An act against his anxieties. A flexible tool to say he is gonna keep going .

What if the ai / Carlas he has built is a measure of trying to be more than as he saw adam and maybe Joe beccome and so he wants to made into something of a god of skating but not with out a safety switch.

And then there is joe. Like why did he beef up so much. Is it because he wanted to protect what he couldn't bear to lose again. What if the whole womanizing thing is something he does cause he doesn't want people to get to close cause he couldn't protect a friend nor could he get the friend he loved . What if the bulking up is his own form of guilt. Like not being enough for anyone and so he push himself over the edge.

What if where karou took a beautiful name like cherry blossom to enforce his decorum, kojiro took the name joe a rough sounding punch but also at times safe name because he wanted it to hit like his learned skating tricks . Like a door that made you fear and a hand that you could grab.

Kojiro means hero / Joe means God's will increases. Karou means hope / cherry blossoms mean renewal or beauty . Like if these don't describe them idk . Cause kojiro is a hero, in every sense for reki , for langa , and for karou. And karou hopes from himself, for kojiro and the others . He was renewed sense of himself when skating and Joe is almost a god but he really is.

Karou might call Joe a gorilla, but he also knows he stands because Joe is there to hold him, to keep his spirit alive. And so he teases him because he doesn't wanna lose true love. Cause if he doesn't get too close he can't be thrown away, in ways that leave his heart cut open. In ways that won't sit anger because Joe has always been there . Before he was amazed by Adam's games before he started skating and so he doesn't think he can breathe without him.

Joe is the jokes , kojiro is the desire that catches his ankles and takes him to the restaurant every night. S is that place we're he doesn't have to be karou and kojiro isn't himself because if people know they would run them out of themselves. He wants to keep kojiro forever and so he let's him do as he does. He wants to fit in his arms but God knows what kojiro really thinks. Friends are friends and that love is not a love that makes you forget your place and drown. And since he doesn't know he doesn't move .

Kojiro knows nothing but the want of karou's mouth. To eat back all his words and just stop him from anything else so he can feel how his heartbeats around him. How it screams and how it wants. How his hands what to hold his , to kiss them like a knight would their lords. He is made open by karou, and so he dives into every jab and puts thoughts to find a way between his legs. Cause cherry blossoms are the sweetest when they moan.

35 notes • Posted 2021-03-21 01:19:47 GMT

#3

set two in a project to fill the spaces in a little life  with unset letters that speak more than a person could . :  here is a father as a father , and a devil as a father.  when do you remember how to trust that image again ??   set one here  & transcript here. 

37 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 21:25:28 GMT

#2

SINCE I AM A 2 DAYS AND SOME CHANGE LATE, IDK HOW MUCH TRACTION THIS POST IS GONNA GET BUT HERE WE GO.

If we unravel episode seven by context of biblical tropes this is god casting out eve and adam. I have spoken about how ADAM is lucifer attempting to present himself as adam and therefore the prime existence of man or in this context skater. So what becomes the actual adam for me is a toss up between skating and relationships in the context of who is being spoken about because if we speak about reki his temptation is his relationships in so that he sacrifices himself completely for them, as langa does skating . the idea of the apple changes in face of the observer.   the concept of this is interesting cause the deeper we go the more reki plays the construct of god.  he makes the boards , he makes langa but he also turns away from someone who does not see that they are standing in awe of the devil who will break them,   god is merciful but god also gives fee will  and that is why he decides that he does not want to be that thing that keeps langa down,

Now pulling away from that the main turning point is the possible state of mind within our two main characters. Reki is going through a depressive period and langa will surely spiral the other way and go through a manic period in which he is gonna do all sorts of dangerous things to settle the new hole that's been left in him as his father's passing did. both were filling a void and they did it beautifully but inside of it there were unsolved things that festered into other things.  

 reki is under no circumstances jealous .  kick that whole idea out of your head,  he is someone terrified. ADAM injured him badly , he lost a friend, and all the comments about his worth from everyone only compounded the fact that he wasn’t good enough for everyone , that langa would fly away and leave him behind as he was worthless, and  he was just something to step on to and leave . to learn from and push beyond but to consider other options more interesting.   he keeps on trying to make the jump to touch the star not because he wants to show off but because he wants to be at least a centimeter closer to where langa is . but when questioned he keeps lying , he thinks it shameful to feel upset,  because what if langa sees him as someone who is only  jealous , what if he keeps failing people from his friend to miya and even to langa as he couldn’t defeat ADAM and got langa thrusts into this whole mess .   he isn’t just afraid that ADAM will hurt langa but also that he will become more important than reki himself.  and so the promise was something that said i will always be here for you ,  i will protect you and i will be for you . if you think about reki always does things for others.  he wants to stand up for miya for example , his character is heroic in that way as langa’s is more an individualist that doesn’t always want to give his attention to others because there is something missing .  and so he is going to keep sinking until he can start telling the truth , because langa was there for him he was just to much trying to please everyone else and to be something that other’s would talk about with pride so he could stand with langa and not against him.

now the manic episode i stated for langa is the idea that he’s missing his other half , read it romantic or platonic reki made him come out of himself. made him feel this new place was home and brought him to find something to both express his past and hold on to his now. it was reki who took the place of his dad in being someone who made things just feel right.  i am not ignoring his mother , but there was only so much she could offer him in regards to his loss of excitement because what he had with his father was so different then what he had with her.  reki is the thing that holds his happiest memories and so lashing out and loss of him is going to be like a blade cut him half and so he’s going to be overly careless with himself and do things that will really put him on the foot of danger as he wants to both lose himself in something because his safety net has just cut him loose.  

the main problem is that neither of them know the other’s trauma / hold backs .  if reki instead of lying stated that he doesn’t want to lose someone again , that he was suffering , that he doesn’t want to be left all alone again , and catch the stars with langa  things would have been better,  if langa said that he was trying to get back what he had with his father , that what reki had been teaching him was a great thing for him, that he needed reki’s suppourt and maybe even discussed the pros of him joining the tournament less being a slight against reki  or thrill ride but more so a way to settle an old wound then maybe things would be different.  

but one is feeling shame and guilt, and the other is so desperate to be able to feel a rush and to see something of his father in someone else who is ADAM in regards to skill his father probably had to he isn’t thinking that everything needs to be held by something or else it will become ruins. 

there is also the dynamic between ADAM and tadashi , and ADAM, cherry and joe.  where one didn’t stand up for him, and two he cast away. we are all thinking that tadashi is reki’s friend he lost and it is highly possible . but the reason i mention this again from a previous post is to wrap in the idea that all the flamboyancy and attachment  to langa he has is a drive to be the prime / ideal in something that was once taken from him.  langa is to him his  EVE which i am considering more so someone who can make him fall.  if we go back to the biblical analogy then eve has been considered the reason for the fall, and so in this context of the show ADAM is wanting to get to langa before langa can get to him.  he wants see everything , because for him its something he hasn’t seen and it makes him go mad ( not angry mad by in mania. ) langa is someone who has been training in snowboarding for so long and maybe it has been the same for ADAM has his father stated that he thinks he has found the perfect skater for himself.  he calls it a date because of how it makes him feel , giddy and delighted and so he wants them to be one. 

i am most excited to learn more about cherry and joe though cause there is some pain ,  as joe said he wanted to sock it ADAM but i am still theorizing what it could be. 

39 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 16:27:13 GMT

#1

set one in  a series of letters between friends , lovers and family.  transcript here. 

49 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 21:43:30 GMT

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MatachaBlossom as Gods Au pt 2

Greetings! This fic is based off the wonderful art of @shaky-mayhemm (Check it out here!)

This is pt 2, pt 1 is here

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The plan, while requiring a lot of preparation, was fairly simple. Kojiro would pretend to be drunk and distract Ainosuke and Tadashi. Carla, in her invisible form, would gently guide Miya to a secluded area and Kaoru would talk to the boy. 

Since discovering Ainosuke’s intentions, Karou had been sending Carla to the boy’s town to get an idea of why he had caught the God of Destruction’s attention and how to help him get away. 

Karou hated to admit it, but he had felt uneasy every time she left his immediate area. Like a part of him was being cleaved. He had gotten used to always having Carla, if no one else, by his side.

While he didn’t say anything to Kojiro, the God of Earth hadn’t made any trips to Earth during the last few months before the festival and had spent every night that Carla was gone, with him, holding him and comforting him. 

It had been the only way Karou could sleep without Carla’s singing. 

He would be glad when this would be over, for many reasons. 

Though he supposed that having Kojiro’s voice lure him to slumber hadn’t been the worst thing. 

Still, he was worried about the plan. The thought of Ainosuke or Tadashi catching Carla in the act and then harming her terrified him. 

Furthermore, while he knew that Kojiro could take care of himself, he didn’t want him to get hurt ethier. Ainosuke couldn’t do anything to him physically during the festival but words can still cut even a God down. 

And perhaps, his biggest fear, was that he would fail in his role.

Ironically, despite being the God of Life, Karou was not the most comforting of Gods. 

Oh, he could play the part for a crowd of humans- a pretty shiny beautiful thing for them to admire from afar, never really seeing the truth behind the gentle smiles he wore as a mask.

But when faced with genuine feelings? 

Helping people with their emotional state? 

Well, his best was leading the person in distress to Kojiro and having the other God fix the problem. 

His worst was patting their shoulder, from a short distance away, and trying to make comforting sounds whenever Kojiro wasn’t available. 

Karou is big enough to admit that dealing with feelings isn’t his strong suit. 

Which is why he thinks it ludicrous that Kojiro had insisted it be him to talk to the young boy, Miya. 

Karou assumes it has more to do with Kojiro’s determination to keep his lover as far away from Ainosuke as possible than it is his faith in Karous's ability to handle the situation if Miya were to start crying. 

Karou sighed as Carla faded from his side, seemingly disappearing into the air around her. Karou could still sense her presence but no one else would be able to unless she meant for them to. 

As she got into position near Miya, Kojiro began to ‘drink’ heavily. 

Karou made his way to the gardens on the lower level of the grand palace made for the Gods when they weren’t in the Heavens. 

Carla began to gently pull at Miya’s sleeve to subtly lead him there as well. 

During Carla’s trips to Miya’s home town, she had learned that the boy loved animals which is why the God had borrowed one of the minor Gods Oka’s pet fox Sketchy for this conversion. 

He hoped that it would help distract the boy from any awkwardness that might come from having this conversation. 

Karou heard the boy enter and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. 

Miya took one look at who stood before him and breathed out, perhaps with relief? With wide eyes the boy stepped forward without fear.

“I thought you were going to be Lord Ainosuke”.

“Ah, so then he’s spoken to you about his intentions directly?”

“He has, Lord Karou.”

Karou wrinkled his nose. He normally didn’t react when humans used honorifics but for some reason, it bothered him, when this boy said it with no emotion whatsoever, face now blank. 

Karou hummed at his admission and then gestured for the boy to follow him. He did. 

Karou sat on a patch of grass, near a fountain, and placed Sketchy down on the grass for Miya to see. Previously hidden, bundled in a cloth, the boy lit up at seeing the fox before seeming to remember himself and schooling his features. 

“You may sit and pet him, if you are gentle with him.” Karou told him and Miya quickly walked over, sat, and began petting the fox. 

“You’re an intelligent boy,” Karou began, “I’m sure you know how most of Ainosuke’s disciples do not find their story to have a pleasant end?”

Miya’s shoulders were hunched in and his face hidden when he answered, “I do.”

“And you’re still interested in being his disciple?” 

“He said he’d grant me my wish.”

Karou hummed again, lost in thought. 

One of the reasons Ainosuke continued to get disciples, despite his reputation, was that he would grant wishes that no one else would.

Of course, it was rarely worth a year stuck under his thumb, but often greed or desperation blinded them to the warning signs. 

“I might be wrong, but I’m assuming your wish involves the boys who your parents think you’re with when you're not studying or practicing your future craft that you actually seem to avoid as much as possible?

Miya’s head shot up and he couldn’t mask the look of surprise on his face, “How...?”

“I’m no God of Knowledge or Wisdom but I am a Higher God. There is not much that mortals can hide from me.”

Miya narrowed his eyes, perhaps in suspicion but then caught himself and smoothed out his expression once more.

“Yes, that is correct.”

“How so?” 

Miya sighed. “I thought you already knew everything.”

“Not everything,” The God said as gently as he knew how. “I need you to fill in the final pieces.”

“They… We… They were my friends and then my parents started pushing me to be ‘perfect’ and so I was and they hated it and then they hated me… I just want my friends back…. I just don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Miya seemed surprised by his own honesty and his eyes started to tear up.

Karou silently cursed Kojiro and turned away to get control of himself. 

“Ainosuke won’t make the loneliness go away, not really.” Karou said in his softest tone. “He’ll spend the year breaking you down, then he’ll grant your wish, but he’ll do so in a way that is as twisted as him…”

Karou was silent for a moment as he thought about how Ainosuke would “solve” Miya’s problem and noticed how Miya refused to look his way when he turned to fully face the young boy. 

“He’ll probably make it so that your old friends are like puppets, they’ll act like they love you but there will be no life behind their eyes. Which isn’t really what you want, is it?”

“No,” Miya whispered, trying to hold back tears. Karou hoped he was being kind by not pointing it out. 

Miya buried his face in his hands and mumbled into them.

Karou raised an eyebrow with a gentle chide, “I’m not sure if I was supposed to understand that?”

Miya snuffed, raised his face just enough for his words to come out clear, “What do I do now?” 

“Well, to not offer yourself as a disciple at all would be one option.”

“My parents want me to.”

“Even if it were with The God of Destruction?”

“No risk, no reward.”

Karou hummed again, “Another option would be to join my or Kojiro’s service instead.” 

“The God of Earth?”

“Yes, he’s currently acting as a distraction so that we may have this conversation”  Karou explained.

Miya nodded, “And yours? You haven't taken a disciple in over three decades?”

“That’s true, but I would be willing to make an exception for you”.

Miya seemed angry with his response. “I don’t need your pity.”

The God sighed, “I apologize. I phrased that incorrectly. It would not be pity. I don’t need any disciples but I’ve seen you as you work on your craft. You are a talented young man, I’d be glad to have you in my service...

“Though, perhaps you would prefer Kojiro’s service instead? He tends to be better with” Karou waved his hand around, “people.” 

Miya giggled but tried to pretend he hadn’t when Karou glanced over. The God of Life gave him a small smile to let him know it was alright. 

“But most of all, whoever’s service you enter, our main concern is your safety. Even if you decide to serve Ainosuke you may come to us at any point, for help”.

Miya nodded, listening but clearly getting lost in his own thoughts. 

Karou stood, “The ceremony will begin soon.” Miya stood as well, and handed Sketchy over. 

Karou plucked a flower, from a nearby tree, and placed it in Miya’s hair.

The flower glowed for a moment, becoming a blessing from a God, “For safety and for luck.” Karou told Miya. 

Miya stood shocked for a moment before bowing to the God and exiting the Garden, once again led by Carla. 

Karou thought about the ceremony as he made his way to his throne. Each God had their own, where offerings were left and where any chosen disciples would go to after being taken into their God’s service. 

There were a couple ways one could offer themselves as a disciple. 

The first would be to offer themselves to any God. Any God interested would light a flame next to their throne, then if only one God had shown interest, the human would enter their service. If multiple had, either the human would choose which God to follow or sometime the other Gods would back down.

No God had ever fought over a disciple with Ainosuke before. If Miya opened himself up to any God’s service, he and Kijiro would be the first.

The second way was for the potential disciple to specifically offer their service to a select God or select few Gods. Then as before, if multiple of those Gods were interested the human would choose, unless any Gods backed down. 

Karou assumed that Miya would use the first method, he just hoped that the boy would choose Kojiro’s or less likely, his own service. 

He sat on his throne. Kojiro’s was right next to it.

The God of Earth looked over and Karou nodded, letting him know that the conversation had happened and that he thought it went well. 

Kojiro gave him a smile, the one that said he was proud of Karou. Karou scoffed and looked away. 

Kojiro’s response was to try and play footsie with him. Karou rolled his eyes, kicked at the other’s ankle, and ignored the other God’s pout. 

 Now really wasn’t the time. 

Karou allowed himself to be distracted, knowing Carla would let him know when the boy was up. 

Carla’s hand landed on his shoulder and he schooled his mind back into focus. 

Miya was walking up and a Minor God was listing off his accomplishments.

After that, the Minor God was supposed to immediately explain if any God could express their interest or if they were only hoping to serve a specific God or Gods. 

However, the Minor God frowned at the paper before him and Karou felt his heart sink.

Perhaps the conversation hadn’t gone well after all?

Kojiro took his hand and Karou held on tightly, allowing the other God to ground him.

“Miya Chinen offers his service to only one God…”

Karou stopped breathing and thought he might have heard Kojiro grunt from how hard he was holding onto the other’s hand but too much of his attention was on the Minor God speaking to truly notice.

“Karou, The God of Life”.

Karou let himself breathe again. 

The God of Life shifted so that his hair covered his face so that no one could see his amused grin. 

The boy was testing him, seeing if the God of Life was really in his corner. 

Normally, that would annoy him but...

Karou waved his hand, igniting the flame next to him, to let everyone know he had accepted the boy’s service. 

No risk, no reward indeed. 

From his peripheral vision he saw Kojiro shake his hand and stretch his finger now that they were no longer in Karou’s death grip. 

Miya, from the stage below them, bowed to him. 

I’m having a lot of fun with this story, so I’ll be adding more! 

Whatever Miya’s craft is I think will be the stand in for Skateboarding in this story.. which means I just have to figure out what his craft should be lol! 

Hope you all enjoyed! :D