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[lysaisland]

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kurro tetsuro who believes he’s never been in love before. the reason he always invites you to hangouts (with friends, without friends, for bowling, at the park) is because of your company. you’re fun, and refreshing. he longs for your presence, not because he’s in love with you, but due to the fact he can stop the loop of your tinkling laughter in his head. wait. no. that’s not right. it’s because of the pride he feels when he knows that he’s the first person you call every time anything happens, anything from a missing cat to the work that’s due next friday. he’s happy that you’re friends. but, no, actually, it leaves him with a bitter feeling that word — friends. you’re more than that to him, and, surely, he’s more than that to you too. he’s in lo— oh. okay.

miya atsumu who finds that love makes him smug. he becomes like a cat on a diet of rich cream, purring at the hand that feeds him. he curls, malleable, around your fingers, neck, waist — anywhere you’ll let him really. he’s always been a show-off, so when he’s in love, it's no different. he basks in your love, soaking up every last drop, making sly note of every time you make him beam, or make him feel as if he can do anything in the world (because he can). with that, he’ll return it to you tenfold, because he wants to, because you deserve it, because he loves you. he can only hope, that one day, you feel just as good as he feels, if not better, when you two are together. he hopes he’s good for you too.

tanaka ryuunosuke feels love like a tidal wave. he knows that he would not be in love (it could never be love), if he couldn’t feel it from the very depths of his heart. so, when he first laid eyes on you — you glorious, glorious being — he knew that there would be no backing down. never. the slope of your nose, the curve of your face, all entranced him. you were a siren calling out to him, and he would be damned if he didn’t heed your summons. he swears that the day he made you full belly laugh, tears of mirth in your eyes, love crashed into him all over again.

tsukishima kei whose love is like a rose. it’s sweet and deliciously delicate. those looking inwards have the firm belief that he has you wrapped around his little finger. you’re the one who will bend, you’re the one who’ll compromise. they’re wrong. there’s always a push and pull. it’s a balancing act, his love for you, the love you have for each other. because, unlike a rose bush, he knows how to prune the stems, rid the thorns, so you are never fully devastated by his sharp words. he doesn’t need someone else to do it for him, not even you. he relishes in the work. he misses occasionally (no one is perfect), but you know how to deal with him. you have a temperament, a sass, of your own. as if he would trade it for anything else in the world.

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